#i’m attached to connor

[diss0lvd]

mumbo: my name is mumbo. i’m the android sent by saharalife.

[simsiddy]

not only could i fix connor roy, but i would. gladly. it would bring me joy, actually.

[kingofbr00klyn]

The urge to change my username to ‘youcanhiremyass’

[foreingersgod]

what if like you did a CC x reader fic with Good luck, babe! And like reader is like Caitlins gay awakening and stuff…

Good Luck, Babe! . CC

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

synopsis: Good luck, babe! by Chappell roan

A/N: i’m aware that in a good chunk of my cc fics that it starts with reader and cait “just hooking up” or something like that, so i swear this will be the last time i do that 😭😭

It's fine, it's cool

You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth

the sun peaked through your linen curtains, making your eyes flutter open. you glanced over at your phone, 8:30, and over to the left side of your bed where she laid. she was sleeping peacefully, sheets pulled up to her collarbone, hair spewed in different directions against one of your pillows. she looked so beautiful like this. having her naked, in your bed, was truly a blessed sight to see so you cherished it whenever you could.

as she snored softly, still deep in a dream, you turned over on your side to look at her properly. you let your fingers run across the prominence of her collarbone, toying with the hem of your sheets that hid the rest of her gorgeous body. you watched as her lips parted with each breathe, how her nose twitched, and how her faint freckles danced across her cheeks. she was a sight for sore eyes.

not much later, her eyes fluttered just like yours had moments ago, yawning as she stretched for the first time this morning. she looked over, noticing you had been staring for who knows how long.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer” she laughed, leaning over and kissing your forehead before shuffling out of bed and starting to get dressed.

“no picture could beat the real thing” you grinned back. she looked over, smiling back at you, grabbing her keys.

“hey i gotta go, connor’s got this weird brunch thing that he needs me for, but um” she made her way to the door “i’ll text you”

“wait!” you stopped her before she could leave. she let you of the handle to your bedroom and turned to face you, giving you full attention. suddenly you felt vulnerable, still naked and barely covered by your sheets, laid right in front of her “would you want to grab dinner sometime this week? i know we meet up on fridays, but…i don’t know i thought it’d be nice to see you sooner”

“um…yea…you know i’ll have to text you or something” she shuffled around, avoiding eye contact. “it’s just that me and connor…he’s still my boyfriend…”

you fought the urge to roll your eyes “yea, yea i know”

“well i can’t just go out with you all the time like we’re girlfriends. me and connor are still together”

“even if you’re in my bed every weekend?” you scoffed “whatever, caitlin, i get it”

she just stared at you, not wanting to pick a fight. instead she opted for a sigh and left your apartment, leaving you alone and wanting.

you wished she didn’t have to pretend. you wished the two of you ended up differently.

And guess I'm the fool

With her arms out like an angel through the car sunroof

you shouldn’t have let yourself get this attached to someone you knew you’d never be able to have. you intentionally put yourself in situations with caitlin, hoping that, in some magical fantasy in your head, she’d fall for you. but you knew her. you knew about connor and you knew that being ‘gay’ was no where near something she was willing to accept, wether you were in the picture or not.

you found yourself constantly thinking back on all the times you’d realized that you were in love other her.

when she fell asleep on your shoulder during a movie night with your mutual friends.

when you and caitlin decided to road trip to tennessee to visit a close friend who was graduating. you let her have the aux and watched as she hung out the window. sunset illuminating her face, wind rushing through her long hair, singing the lyrics completely wrong but she didn’t care. she was the sun itself, in your eyes.

when she came to your crying for the first time, sobbing about something connor had done. how she so angry at him and needed a friend to spend the night with.

when she came over a second time, completely distraught again. something about how she didn’t feel right, that her head was messing with her. she was having thoughts. thoughts about you, about women, and that she was having a crisis about her sexuality.

when she came over a third and fourth and however many amount of times, when she opened up about those thoughts with you. asking you if you would help her. asked if you would take her to bed, to relive some of her thoughts. make her feel good, worship her like connor could never do.

but your crush never went past that. taking her to bed and waking up with her already gone most mornings, shooting you a ‘thank you’ text and saying she’d see you next friday.

I don't wanna call it off

But you don't wanna call it love

You only wanna be the one that I call baby

“caitlin, can i talk to you for a second” you asked, moving her hands away from the waistband of your shorts.

“yea, baby” she said, calling you that like she didn’t know it destroyed you on the inside to hear it “what’s up?”

you bit your lip, nervous to pester her with this again, but you don’t think you can handle it much longer. this secret sleeping around situation was taking a toll on you and you don’t want to be waiting around for someone that will never come.

“i love the time i get with you so so much” you began “but i don’t think i can keep doing this”

“i’m sorry, what?”

“i just don’t feel like being something you keep on the side. or like being a secret for that matter. i’ve had feelings for you for a very long time and it’s very clear that you don’t feel the same, so i think we need to call this off if that’s the case.”

“oh my- are you serious?” she furrowed her eyebrows, voice raising “i don’t get the privilege to just come out and tell everyone i like girls, YN. and regardless, like i’ve told you countless times, me and connor are still together”

“but why, caitlin?” you matched her tone “do you even love the guy? cause last time i checked, you don’t even spend time with him anymore. why? cause you’re always here with me playing fucking house! i don’t care if you don’t want to come publicly out, but…but i don’t think it’s fair that you treat me as some play thing for when you want to play pretend!”

she tugged at her hair in annoyance “jesus fucking christ, YN. whatever this is between me and you…it’s not love, alright? i thought you wanted this?! you’ve been more than willing to fuck me every time. so i’m not really understanding why you’re so upset!”

you felt sick, like you were genuinely going to puke. she was a mess and you’re not going to be her experiment for when she’s having trouble with her sexuality.

“just fucking leave, clark” you shook your head “i’m not doing this with you anymore. come back when you’re ready to figure yourself out.”

You can kiss a hundred boys in bars

Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling

after that night, caitlin was a disaster. she was choosing to ignore what you said; about being in love, about connor, about everything. just because you fucked on the side didn’t mean she was gay…right?

she hadn’t been herself at all. she was screwing up at practices, forgetting about events and team dinners she needed to attend. she was starting to fall behind in classes, every part of her life was crumbling.

even when she laid in bed, inched over to the very edge of the mattress, connor snoring obnoxiously loud from the other end, she couldn’t stop thinking about the last time she saw you. things were never right with connor, she had always known that subconsciously, but it was becoming very clear how loveless this relationship truly was. but she brushed it off, tricking her mind into thinking that this was how things were meant to be.

she had been with men all her life, taught that this was what girls were supposed to do. so to imagine a life in which she ended up with you was just some silly dream that was meant to stay only as an unattainable desire.

for the nights that she couldn’t sleep, she would spend in the gym practicing, trying to shake off the truth that gnawed at the back of her head endlessly. this was good, she thought, basketball always made her feel better. it was her safe place. here she could leave her worries at the door and find comfort in the game, not even thinking about you.

but no matter how many shots she took, how many baskets she made, no matter how many drills she ran to make herself forget, she found herself coming back to the thought of you.

You can say it's just the way you are

Make a new excuse, another stupid reason

after about a month without you, caitlin had started to realize how much she was fucking up.

“caitlin, are you good?” kate had approached her after practice one day “you’ve been way off. and no offense, but your shots have been awful. what’s going on?”

“nothing” she plastered a fake grin on her face “nothing really, just been having a rough patch with connor, but we’re chill. just gotta lock in” she tried to joke.

kate laughed along, but she knew caitlin too well. there was definitely something up with her. but again, knowing caitlin, she needed to let her deal with it on her own.

caitlin had numerous people approach her about this. about her behavior and how she seemed to be struggling recently. but she brushed it off every single time, probably giving a dozen different excuses as to why she was acting in such a manner. she hoped that she would eventually believe them herself.

Good luck, babe!

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

you truly hoped that she was doing ok. you hadn’t heard from her in quite some time, not bothering to reach out to her in fear that you’d poke the bear and make it worse. all you wanted was for her to realize what she truly felt. wether it be in love with you or that she had never loved connor at all the begin with, it didn’t matter, you just wanted her to finally see how beautiful life was when someone found their true self.

you had been in her position before: unforgiving parents, no one to trust, you’d even had the remorseless religion to add on to all of the reasons why you felt like you couldn’t be yourself. and you knew what i took to get to where you are now.

caitlin believed that most things could be fixed by either ignoring it, or fixing it right away and never looking back. but this wouldn’t be the case now, you already knew, she would have to come to terms with it eventually.

And when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night

With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife

caitlin shot up out of bed, gasping for air, clawing at the sheets that seemed to be glued to her skin. another nightmare, she’d been having those recently. she looked over, squinting her eyes in the dark, making sure connor was still asleep. letting a sigh of relief go when she realized he was out cold.

her hands found their way to her hair, hands scratching at her scalp, elbows balanced on her knees. she was losing her god damn mind. she couldn’t stand him, she no longer held love for connor (not there was any in the beginning). with each passing day that she had spent with him, she found that her heart beat more and more for you each time.

And when you think about me, all of those years ago

You're standing face to face with "I told you so"

the idea of loving you was tormenting her every single day for the last few months. you were the reason she woke up every morning, the reason she worked so hard to win each game, and the reason she woke up the next morning and dumped connor. she was finally able to see clearly now, finally able to understand that she was madly fucking in love with you.

she realized that no matter how many times she fought the feeling or no matter how many times she tried to convince herself otherwise, that you were the one thing she breathed and lived for.

You know I hate to say it, I told you so

she didn’t even know what she was doing or what she was going to say, but she found herself making her way out of her apartment and into her car. she had to see you and tell you how wrong she was this whole time. that she was so in love with you that her body shook with it.

her heart pounded as she turned onto your street, immediately singling out your building and noticing your apartment lights were still on. her whole body must’ve been shaking with the way that she could barely put the car in park and unbuckle her seat belt. but she managed to make it up every flight of stairs and to your door where the shiny gold ‘103’ sat, practically antagonizing her.

her mind was on autopilot, not even realizing she had already knocked three times until she heard your footsteps approach the door. and suddenly there you were in all your glory, as beautiful as ever.

you were dressed in your comfy clothes, fuzzy cow slippers on your feet, hair messed up, and your necklace backwards. but she thought you were the most gorgeous woman she had ever seen.

“caitlin?” you rubbed your eyes in astonishment “what-um-what are you doing here?”

“hi” she breathed “i know it’s late, im sorry, really. but i just need to see you”

“caitlin i don’t want to do this again. it’s been months and you show up at more door suddenly at what? 12:40 in the morning? i thought i told you i was done with the whole charade.” you stated firmly, about to shut the door on her, but she wedged her foot between the space of the door before you could close it.

“no, no. it’s not…it’s not like that. i meant that i need to come clean to you”

still skeptical, you let her in, watching as she politely hung up her jacket. you ushered her to the couch, grabbing her a glass of water and preparing yourself for whatever she was about to confess.

“when you ended things with me,” she broke the silence “i thought i’d eventually get over it because i didn’t think what we had was all that serious. i was scared to admit that i didn’t love connor…and most importantly that…that i like girls.”

you looked at her solemnly, you knew how hard this was for her.

“and i guess is till don’t know exactly what i am, but…but what i do know is that i took you for granted and i treated you unfairly. you didn’t deserve any of it and for that i apologize”

“hey it’s…it’s ok now. yea i was upset with how things were going, but i’m proud of you now that you’ve recognized what you’ve done and you’re working on yourself.” you tried to reassure her.

“i really am trying” she stated “because i want to. for you.”

you watched as her eyes twinkled under the glow of your lamp, tears rimming her lash line. you noticed the way her nose twitched like how it did that one morning she woke up in your bed. and how she looked just as flawless as she did when you had met her.

“YN, im in love with you.” she blurted “i know i have no right to come here and say that. especially after i completely disregarded your feelings for me. i don’t expect you to take me back and try and love me again, but i just need to you to know that i have spent every day regretting what i’ve done”

there was another heavy silence again, filling the room instantly, encapsulating that words that rolled off of her tongue. you were honestly at a lost for words. of course you were still in love her, you never stopped, but now things were real. you were watching your deepest dreams unravel to you right in front of your eyes.

“You know…I hate to say it but” you said, watching as caitlin braced herself for what she assumed was rejection “…I told you so” you couldn’t hold back your grin, immediately falling into playful laughter as you scooted closer to her on the couch.

“i’m in love with you too” you finally admitted out loud for the first time in months.

her shoulders finally relaxed, exhaling after holding her breathe waiting for your response. she laughed with you, just glad to here you say those words.

“don’t scare me like that” she said, face inching slowing towards you “i don’t think i would’ve been able to handle the rejection”

“don’t worry, i don’t think i ever could’ve stopped loving you if i tried” you whispered, finally closing the gap between you. you’d kissed her many times before, but this would be the first kiss that actually mattered. “but i really did tell you so” 

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A/N: yayyy!! happy ending!! <3

[ibnnlahad]

just remembered that haytham saved connor from getting executed and kept it to himself only to be revealed through his journal. that connor wrote “it’s too late to tell him i misjudged him and i’m sorry” on said journal after his death. that connor also wrote “i made a mistake” under haytham’s portrait after killing him. that when haytham’s last words were “i should’ve killed you sooner” he didn’t mean he hated his son but rather that he should have killed him before he got as attached as he got. yea i just remembered allat

[underoossss]

the way you move- s.h -part 2

pairing: jock!steve harrington x ballerina!reader

1.9k words

warnings: language

an: part two of this best friends to lovers story, I hope you guys enjoy these smaller chapters instead of a big story with a lot of cuts. we have some jealous steve because that's always fun and some revelations. let me know what you think!

part 1

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“Stevie!”

Steve’s head whips to the right at the sound of your voice. Warm up had just ended and his teammates were on a water break after finishing all the drills he planned for today. A smile appears on his face as he lifts his hand up in greeting, putting his water bottle down and walking towards you. You look devastatingly pretty, with your hair already up and away from your face for your practice in an hour. Your backpack and duffel bag are slung over your shoulders while you hold your coat and a hoodie in the crook of your arm.

Dark blue long-sleeved leotard and black sweatpants are your outfit for the day –Steve knows you’ll wear the baby blue chiffon skirt today. He might even linger for the beginning of your practice just to see how pretty the colour looks on you. Madame Laverne will try to kick him out, but Steve can be pretty convincing.

“Hey babe, how did your test go?” Steve asks, leaning close to kiss your forehead in lieu of a greeting, he’s too sweaty to hug you but god knows he’ll take any excuse to be close to you.

“Aced it, I’m sure.” You smile brightly enough to knock the wind out of him, self satisfaction clear in your face. “I have Algebra tomorrow and I’m done. Mind if I hang out here?”

Steve rolls his eyes fondly; you always ask, and he always says yes. When has he ever said no to you? “When have I ever said no to you?”

You pretend to think just to tease him before laughing to yourself. “Thanks Stevie, I won’t bother you I promise.”

“You’re not a bother, come on let me help you with that.” Steve takes your bags and sets them on the bleachers you always occupy when you watch basketball practice. “I’ll walk you to class after, okay?” Fuck, he’s whipped.

“Okay.” You smile, that soft smile of yours and sit down, lighting up his body from the inside. “Good luck!”

I’ll need it. Steve thinks on the way back to his teammates. With you sitting so pretty over there he’s bound to be distracted, and he can’t have that.

“I see your girl’s come to see you practice.” Jacob Nully teases as soon as he’s back, and Steve rolls his eyes. “Honestly Harrington when are you going to ask her out?”

“We’re just friends.” Steve says shaking his head –Nully’s always rubbing salt in the wound.

“Please, you know how depressing it is to watch you pine after her for years?” Jacob fake gags. “It’s the only reason why no one’s asked her out you know. We know she’s your girl.”

“She’s n–” Steve begins to say only to be cut off.

“Speak for yourself.” Brad Connors, another teammate speaks out. “If Harrington doesn’t ask her, I might.”

“Shut it Connors.” Steve snaps, clenching his fists instantly like his body’s determined to fight for you.

Brad’s following laugh echoes around the gymnasium. “See, maybe jealousy will get him to ask her out. Better hurry though, Captain.”

With a shove to Steve’s shoulder Connors moves to center court and waves at you. You seem confused for a moment before you wave back, hesitantly. Fucking Connors. Steve would ask you out, he wants nothing more than to ask you out but he’s not sure if you feel that way about him too. You are best friends; you’re the most wonderful person Steve’s met, his best girl. What would happen if he asked you out and you reject him, where would that leave your friendship?

Steve’s mind can’t think of anything else even as he plays and shouts at his teammates. The same question circling his mind in a loop, his brain thinking really hard about your feelings. The two of you are attached at the hip, you do everything together and Steve knows the two of you are happiest when you do. There’s also the fact that you don’t date anyone, ever since you met Steve, despite there being more than a few attempts from people you go to university with. It always makes Steve’s blood boil, how they approach you and try to give the same compliment he gives all the time. It might be his fault though, for selfishly sending deadly looks their way the minute the show interest. But no, at the end of the day it’s your decision and you always say no to any of the guys that try to ask you out.

Then there’s those soft looks Steve’s always in the receiving end of, the way your eyebrows relax and smile does that thing that makes his heart skip. He knows you don’t look at anybody else like that and selfishly he begins to wonder if maybe his feelings have been reciprocated all along.

Your cheer can be heard around the gym when Steve scores a three pointer, which makes him look your way. It turns out, the hoodie you carried earlier and are now wearing is his. He’d been looking for it for a week and all this time you’ve had it. For anyone not playing, the bleachers can get cold during winter, and of course you had to shrug it on while he plays. Because you being there isn’t a distraction enough. No, you have to wear his clothes and look good in it; the oversized fit makes you look cozy and frankly adorable, and Steve knows Harrington is displayed across your back. It makes his heart jump to his throat. Steve smiles though, winking as a thank you for your ever present support. Your returning smile softens even more while your eyes flicker with more affection than usual, and Steve might be wrong after all. What if you feel the same way he does?

He's everything you want. The ache within your chest worsens every time you look at him because Steve during practice is lethally hot. If he’s handsomeness and charm outside the court, in it he’s passion, strength and hotness all in one. You can’t focus on Algebra, and selfishly knew so when you decided to visit Steve today. You can’t go away though, you’ve never been able to, so you brave the cold gym with his hoodie and watch the team play.  Anything to see him wear those dark grey shorts that make you feel things you probably shouldn’t.

Steve’s team for the day wins thanks to his last three-pointer, a beautiful finish for the practice. You can’t help but cheer, and it’s worth it to see the way he smiles and winks at you. Selfishly you want him for yourself, then you’d be free to run towards him and kiss him to show him just how proud of him you are. How can you not be when you’ve seen how much he’s improved since he decided to join the team. His athleticism and discipline helping the team so much he was voted captain last term. If you could confess all of this to him in a kiss and show everyone he’s yours, you would. You don’t though, and only smile feeling your guard fall in a moment, affection clear as day for anyone to see. It only last a second before you remember to shake yourself out of your daze.

Having given up on your test for the day, you snuggle into Steve’s hoodie and watch the end of the practice. Enjoying the way Steve pushes his hair back or pulls the hem of his t-shirt towards his face. Your insides flip and you look away when you feel your body burn, but you’re spared any more torment when within seconds the coaches dismiss the team.

“You didn’t study,” Steve says as he approaches you, a towel around his neck and bag over his right shoulder. His eyes are a soft thing with more warmth than usual; different but you don’t know what.

“It was a fun game.” You shrug, putting your book inside your bag and closing it. “I’ll be fine. I can study some more after class.”

That makes Steve’s gaze move towards his watch and furrow his brows. “Let me change and I’ll walk you, okay?”

You smile and shake your head, you love him more than you can comprehend sometimes. “Stevie you don’t have to.”

Steve’s hand moves towards your face, holding your cheek briefly. “I want to.” He murmurs, thumb caressing the apple of your cheek before his touch disappears. “Five minutes. I’ll be right back.”

You can do nothing else but nod, face burning where the ghost of his touch still lingers. Steve is different, not in a bad way but different enough from an hour ago that you can definitely notice. His eyes kept gazing into yours like he wanted to figure something out and tell you something at the same time. There’s there’s the way he’d lingered like he didn’t really want to part from you. There’s no more time time wonder what’s going on because true to his word Steve is back five minutes later, in his burgundy sweater, black coat and backback thrown over his shoulder.

“Come on babe, you’ll be late to class.” He smiles, taking your duffel bag before throwing his arm around your shoulder.

The smell of soap and a hint of cologne floods your system with warmth and you can’t help leaning closer to Steve, your temple resting against his jaw as you walk. “Thanks Stevie.” You murmur, shivering lightly when the weather outside bites at your skin. “For always walking me to class.”

“You know I love to do it.” Steve’s smile is clear as day in his tone, and its followed by a kiss to your temple. “You think Madame Laverne will let me watch you warm up today?”

His question makes you laugh and shake your head. “You know how she is, I think you can imagine the answer to that.”

“But if I hide behind the curtains…” Steve proposes, seeking only to make you laugh again and succeeding.

“I fear for your well-being if you try to pull that off, Stevie.” You look up at him and smile, having reached the ballet studio. “Maybe when we begin practicing at the theatre, you can sneak in.”

“Oh I just might.” His smile is pure mischief as he whispers, face closer to you than before. Beautiful brown eyes meet yours and linger longer than ever before. Not that you mind. Not that you’ve ever minded. You would gaze into his eyes any chance you got if it wouldn’t make things weird between you. This is the first time Steve’s done it, though, and you wonder briefly if maybe he’s doing it for the same reason you do.

Your thoughts are interrupted however, by a honk on the other end of the street. The two of you jump apart and smile bashfully. What’s happening? Could your wishes be coming true at long last?

“I’ll be here when you’re done.” Steve hands you your duffel bag and smiles before kissing your cheek just like he did the other day. “Good luck.”

“Thank you, Stevie.” You smile softly and hug him goodbye. “See you later.”

The two of you linger a moment longer on the sidewalk before heading in different directions. Steve towards the library, and you inside the studio. Hearts pounding, in fear, in love, in determination. What if? You wonder all throughout practice, even as your feet hurt and more blisters appear. What if we both feel the same way?

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part 3

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[gogogodzilla]

day 21, spitroasting

gavin reed x reader x connor (rk800) warnings: nsfw 18+, fingering, face fucking, rough! Connor, role play, blowjob, dirty talk, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, the psych major in me is showing kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

You knew that after the android revolution, your work at the Detroit Police Department would increase tenfold. You knew that you’d have to spend more late nights at the precinct. What you didn’t expect was the toll it took on your sex life. You’d barely seen Connor, let alone touched him. 

Connor always offered to stay late with you and help wherever he could; he didn’t need sleep after all. This time, however, it was you who offered to stay with him. Connor sat at his desk, eyebrows furrowed as he went over his case files for the umpteenth time. You reclined in your chair, stretching out your achy muscles. The bullpen was empty except for the two of you, everyone else had the sense to leave while they still could. 

“Why don’t we talk it out?” you suggested as you stood from your desk and wandered over to his. 

He looked up at you as you sat on the edge of his desk, and you shrugged. “It might be helpful to act out your investigation rather than just having all the details rattling around in your head,” you suggested.

“How could we act it out?” Connor questioned, still a bit uncertain. You pursed your lips, thinking for a moment. 

“I can pretend I’m the suspect, and you can interrogate me. Maybe hearing what we know from someone else will help you find the missing piece?” 

He nodded, before standing. His expression was soft as his gaze met yours. It’d been forever since it’d been just the two of you. 

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Let’s get to work.”

Connor handed you a data pad with all his case files which you scanned as you walked to the interrogation room. This case had multiple victims, all male androids and all models previously used at the Eden Club. The victims were in various states of mutilation. They also weren’t killed in the spots where they were found, though, and there was little physical evidence. You furrowed your brows. All of the victims had a red lipstick mark on their cheeks. 

The chair in the interrogation room scraped against the floor as you pulled it out. Connor allowed you a few moments to look over case files before you began. 

“Maybe you should cuff me,” you suggested before quickly adding, “Y’know, since I’m a deranged killer going after androids.” 

Something flashed behind Connor’s eyes before he stood and rounded the table. Instead of the cuffs attached to the table, Connor removed his own off of his belt. 

“Hands behind your back, Doctor,” he said against the shell of your ear as he leaned over you. Your breathing quickened and excitement flowed throughout your body. 

You obediently clasped your hands behind your back and felt the cool metal of the handcuffs wrap around your wrist. The room was silent except for the clinking of the handcuffs.  

Connor returned to his place across from you, opting to stand. He paused for a moment and then he turned his gaze to you. 

It was as if the man you knew and loved disappeared and was replaced with the cold-blooded deviant hunter he was known as. He stared intensely, and you shuddered under his watchful eye. 

“You understand the gravity of this situation, don’t you?” he asked, his voice calm. 

“Yes,” you replied, keeping your response measured. The suspect was obviously smart and had all the makings of an organized killer. They wouldn’t break with one severe look. 

“Good, let’s begin. Does this look familiar?” he questioned, sliding his data pad toward you with a picture of the most recent victim. 

Your eyes flicked to look at for a moment before returning to his brown ones. “No. Doesn’t ring a bell, detective,” you sneered. 

 “Really? Because you were seen by multiple witnesses visiting the scene of the crime,” he countered, raising a brow. 

It would make sense that the suspect would return to the scene of the crime or get involved in the police work. Although, androids were different than humans. Did they have that innate desire to see the carnage they’ve wrought? 

“I live in the area,” you shrugged. You knew it was unlikely that this killer would make the mistake of striking too close to home, but the way Connor was looking at you had you scrambling for excuses. 

He hummed before turning off his data pad and setting it aside. “Can you explain your whereabouts during the time of the incident, then?” 

You met his gaze, steeling yourself. This suspect would be smart enough to keep their cool under pressure. You had to be too. 

You leaned forward onto the table, allowing Connor a perfect view down your blouse. “Tell me, detective, what do you plan on doing if I don’t cooperate?” you asked, a grin spreading across your features. 

“I’m programmed to adapt to various situations and interrogation techniques. I could make you talk,” he answered, leaning in closer. 

“Aiming to find my weak spots, detective?” 

“I don’t have to search for those,” he responded, the corners of his mouth turning up. 

“Let me out of these cuffs and we could make this interrogation much more interesting,” you lowered your voice to a sultry whisper, meeting his gaze. 

He straightened, the smirk he donned earlier long gone, “Unfortunately, I believe I may be just your type.” 

“So, you’ve got me all figured out, huh?” 

Connor nodded, before rounding the table once again.  He hooked his hands under your armpits and pulled you into a standing position. He kicked your chair away from you.

 “I’m still waiting for a confession,” he whispered against the shell of your ear before bending you over the interrogation table. 

It was slightly embarrassing how much this turned you on. You were completely at his mercy. He was steady, as always, behind you, and you could feel his hardening length pressed against you. 

“You’re giving me exactly what I want,” you remarked, glancing at him over your shoulder. 

His hands had begun to wander; one moved upward and began undoing the buttons of your blouse while the other popped the closure on your pants. 

“I’m told I’m very persuasive,” he purred as he unzipped your pants and dipped a hand into them. His fingertips brushed against your clothed core, and you let out a soft gasp. 

He pressed open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck as he teased you through your underwear. Your quiet moans were quickly turning into desperate pleas, begging for him to just fucking touch you. 

His free hand kneaded your breast, running over the lacey front of your bra. When that wasn’t enough for him, he pulled your bra down, exposing your front. Your nipples hardened against the frigid air of the interrogation room, and he rolled one between his two fingers. 

“Please, Connor, I promise I’ll be good and give you whatever you want,” you whined, pushing your hips against his. 

 He tsked before removing his hold on you. “Since you asked so nicely,” he praised before hooking his fingers into the sides and yanking your pants, and underwear, down to your ankles. 

He slid a finger through your now-dripping folds, and you bit back a moan. Your slick quickly coated his fingers and he dipped a finger into your entrance before sliding back up to circle your clit. You didn’t doubt there’d be a wet spot on his jeans from you canting your hips against his. 

A groan escaped both of you as he slipped a finger inside you that was quickly joined by another one. He pumped them slowly, and small whimpers left you. You were close to falling apart on his fingers with the way he was winding you up. 

The clinking of his belt buckle was music to your ears and you involuntarily clenched around him. You turned your head and watched in the two-way mirror as Connor stroked his cock with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. 

You let out a high-pitched moan as he pushed inside you inch by inch. You’d never get over the way he stretched you so perfectly every time. Eventually, he bottomed out, and within moments you were moving your hips, begging him to move. 

Mercifully, he obliged you and snapped his hips against yours.  He rested his hand between your shoulder blades, keeping you pressed against the table, as he rutted into you. Your wrists dug against the handcuffs and you wriggled against his thrusts. Goosebumps covered your skin as your breasts pressed against the cool metal of the table. 

He bent so his chest was pressed against your back and whispered against your ear, “Why don’t you show Detective Reed how well you take my cock?” 

Your gaze lurched to the two-way mirror as Connor began pounding into you, and your cheeks burned under Gavin’s invisible gaze. The wet sounds of your heat combined with the moans that pushed passed your lips filled the room. What the hell was he doing here? You were a bit too preoccupied to care.

“You like that he’s watching?” Connor hummed, smirking. “Do you want him to join us?” 

You nodded fervently, as you involuntarily clenched around Connor. The mental image of Gavin joining you driving you wild. 

“Please, Gav,” you begged as Connor slowed his brutal pace, nearly bringing tears to your eyes. “Need you, please, please, please.” 

You jumped as the door to the interrogation room slid open. Connor leaned forward and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at Gavin as he entered. 

Gavin palmed himself through his jeans as he neared, cheeks flushed and eyes alight. He cupped your cheek with his free hand and swiped his thumb over your bottom lip. 

“Missed this mouth, sweetheart,” he murmured as he undid his jeans and released his length, allowing it to bob freely in front of your face. Your mouth watered as you watched him stroke himself. Connor straightened and gripped your ass as his strokes deepened, making your back arch. 

You stuck your tongue out over your bottom lip and looked up at Gavin, inviting him in. He slapped his cock against your tongue, teasing you. The whine that left you was borderline pathetic, and Connor’s grip on you tightened. 

Gavin was quick to indulge you and slide his cock passed your lips. You ran your tongue over the tip, moaning at the taste of him. Connor pulled out of you except for the tip before ramming into you. The force of his thrust sent Gavin’s cock deeper into your mouth, and you gagged slightly as a few tears formed.

“Jesus, tincan. Take it easy,” Gavin hissed, swiping a thumb across your cheek as you recovered, bobbing your head slowly. 

Gavin ran a hand through your hair, tugging it slightly as he pulled you closer. Connor’s pace increased as he rocked into you, hitting that spongey spot inside you that had you moaning around Gavin’s cock. 

You relaxed your jaw and hollowed your cheeks, allowing Gavin to use your mouth as he pleased. He groaned as he matched his thrusts to Connor’s, one pulling out while the other was pushing inside you. 

“Feel so good, sweetheart. Almost like this pretty mouth was made for me,” Gavin praised, his thrusts becoming sloppier. 

Connor reached a hand around you to rub tight circles around your clit. You let out a breathy moan and pushed your hips back his, forcing him impossibly deeper inside you. 

It took almost no time for you to come around Connor’s cock. You squeezed around him as your orgasm washed over you. Gavin grunted as your moans sent vibrations down his length. Both men continued to rut inside you, riding out your high. 

Gavin is the one to reach his peak first as his grip on your hair tightened, and he stilled as he came down your throat. You greedily slurped up everything he gave you, but still, some dribbled down the sides of your mouth. He pulled back slightly to give you room to breathe, but you keep your lips wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Gavin whined as you lazily bobbed your head, milking him for every drop. 

Connor followed immediately after, almost as if he was waiting for Gavin. His hips stuttered against your own, just as the aftershocks of your orgasm diverged dangerously close to overstimulation. He buried himself to the hilt as he twitched inside you, the thick ropes of his cum coating your walls. 

Gavin pulled out with a shuddering breath as soon as Connor came, watching as the android detective filled you to the brim. Eventually, Connor’s thrusts slowed to a stop, and he slid out of you. His cum dripped down your thighs, and you whined at the emptiness. 

Gavin lifted your chin and captured your lips in a soft kiss. You eagerly returned the kiss, savoring the way his lips felt against yours. A small part of you secretly missed that. 

He pulled away, “You did good, sweetheart.” 

You smiled at his praise, and he tucked himself back into his jeans. He spared a glance over his shoulder at Connor as he made his way to the door, “See ya, tincan.” 

Connor uncuffed you, and you stretched your arms as he helped you get cleaned up.  Once you were situated, he pressed a kiss to the inside of each wrist, frowning at the marks the cuffs left. 

You ran a hand through his hair, “Did you enjoy yourself?” 

“Immensely,” he quickly answered. “Human relationships are still confusing to me. Does this complicate your feelings toward Detective Reed?” 

“No, I love you, Connor. That was purely physical,” you responded as you took his hand in yours. “Have you solved your case?” 

“Yes,” he grinned, “I had it solved as soon as you started flirting with me.”

You rolled your eyes before standing. “Let’s go home,” you said as you dragged him toward the door.

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Connor Rhodes. Hot, attractive Dr. Rhodes from the emergency department was in your bed and honestly? You couldn’t be happier. You weren’t looking for anything serious. After a major breakup a few weeks ago with the man that broke your heart you just needed to live a little.

The last four years of your life down the drain so yeah, maybe having sex with someone with no strings attached was the way to go. And it just so happened that the person you bumped into on your way out of Med was looking for the same thing.

So you ended up at his place, more than once. Like right now where he was pushing you up against the wall in his bedroom, hands wandering all over your body. Before it all started you hadn’t even thought about Connor in that light.

He was usually the brooding surgeon that always had his eyebrows knit together. Whose ex-girlfriend was a little crazy. Your coworkers' words, not yours. You happened to know Robin well enough to know that what happened wasn’t horrible.

But now? Now that you’d had your taste of him, all of him, it was all you wanted. This was supposed to be the era of sleeping around but instead it shifted to screwing one person multiple times a week.

No complaints though, cause Connor was good, nay, amazing at what he did. Because of course he was. The man was practically perfect. He squeezed softly at your hip, digging his fingers in to pull you into him as he pressed against your body.

Normally he’d change out of his scrubs before leaving the hospital, but he was in too much of a rush to change out of them, instead deciding to deal with them the entire ride to his house. A lot of what he did was different today.

He’d offered the ride there, for one, knowing you usually would follow behind him. Kept his hand on your thigh the entire time. Teased you while he drove. The whole nine. And to say you were worked up right now was an understatement.

“Connor-” You breathed out, feeling him bite at the skin on the side of your neck, clearly going to leave a mark. His hands slipped under your shirt, the one you actually took the time to change into before being interrupted by one other doctor.

Your hands gravitated to the back of his scrubs, one lowering to grip at any part of him you could get your hands on. “Please, I want you,” You muttered into his ear, not expecting him to pull back, looking down at you.

His hand came up to cup the side of your cheek, “How badly?” He teased, sensually stroking his thumb across your skin, dragging it across your lower lip. Faltering as if he expected you to take it into your mouth.

“So badly.” You muttered, gazing up at him, lust fogging your mind. Slightly you shifted, crossing your legs to get some sort of friction to your core. Connor grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to the bed, nudging you down onto it.

He pushed you back, crawling over on top of you, a dark look in his eyes as he leaned down, kissing at your open skin. “I’m gonna need you to tell me exactly what you want me to do darling,” His gaze found yours as he kissed over your shirt, mouth grazing your covered chest.

A whine left your lips, even his feather light touches burned as you laid there. “I want you, in me, on me, touching me. Anything.” You weren’t a beggar, but today seemed to be one for all the differences. So the word please slipping from your lips when he finally pushed your shirt up, egged him on.

His mouth was on your exposed stomach in seconds, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses up your body until he’d gotten to your breasts. Slowly he reached behind you, skillfully unlatching your bra with one hand to pull it off.

“It’s scary how easy you do that,” You muttered, letting out a light gasp as he responded by latching onto one of your nipples, flicking his tongue across it. “Connor-” His name slid off your tongue professionally at this point.

The amount of times you’d been together he’d learned what gets you worked up pretty quickly and he sure knew how hot and bothered his mouth on your boobs made you. Not that he minded. He already was a boob guy so getting to keep his hands and mouth on them? A win in his book.

Connor moved, kissing at the other nipple, eyes looking up at you as he did so, his hips bucking against yours as you moaned out. He couldn’t help but feel himself going warm with every touch you gave him.

His hands slid up your thighs, stopping when he decided to lean up, finally pulling his top off, throwing it aside. You reached up, pulling him down by the back of his neck, kissing at his collarbone. Sucking hickies into every divet you could get your lips on as he gave way to you.

The surgeon hooked his fingers into the sweatpants you had put in, pulling them down. “I’m going,” He pulled away from your kisses to place his own on your skin, “To have so much fun with you tonight.” His voice was low, hands gripping onto your hips as he rubbed against you, the lack of clothing between you two making your body shudder.

“Shit…” You mumbled under your breath. Everytime felt like the first time, your body knowing how to react to his touch, to how he moved against you. Before you could do anything, he pulled you closer by the hips.

Connor pressed one quick kiss to your jaw before moving off of you. “Hands and knees, facing that way,” He pointed to the head of his bed, smirking as you immediately obeyed his commands. The rustling of his clothes was all you heard as he pulled off what remained of his clothes.

His dick was hard, precum spilling out of it rapidly. “Good girl, I love the way you listen to me,” He spoke, crawling onto the bed behind you. Connor’s hand firmly gripped your ass, pulling you against him, just slightly letting you feel what he was setting you up for.

Roughly he leaned forward, kissing down your back, “You gonna continue to be a good girl for me?” He asked, running his hands over all of your most sensitive areas.

Instantly you nodded, whining when his hand rubbed at your clit through the cloth of your underwear. “I want you to say it.” He spoke, moving his fingers faster, your body trying to press back against him as you nodded again.

“Yes, yes. I am.”

“You are what?” He encouraged you to speak, removing his hand from your heat and instead sliding them up your thighs. The wet spot on the cloth grew, his words doing nothing but making you more wet, more needy.

And Connor knew that. “I’ll be a good girl for you, please Connor,” You wanted to reach out and touch yourself, but being bent up on your elbows made it difficult to do so. And that wouldn’t exactly be good girl behavior would it.

The man slowly pulled your underwear down, his hands reaching down first, grabbing handfuls of you as he pulled you apart. “Oh baby girl, you getting yourself all ready for me?” He spoke in a teasing tone, his thumb pressing slightly against your entrance.

As soon as you tried to move back against him he slapped your ass, shaking his head. “Ah, you only move if and when I tell you to. Understand?” You nodded. “I said, do you understand?” Connor repeated himself more firmly.

You sucked in a breath, “Yes, I understand.” Your mind was so filled with him, his words, his touch. Your need for him to just touch you, fuck you, anything was becoming too much. “Please touch me, Con, please.”

It was nearly impossible for him to say no when your pleads sent vibrations through him, his dick twitching. But he wasn’t going to give in that easily. Rather, drag it out as much as he could. So he did what you asked by slipping a finger inside of you.

Your head dropped, feeling as he hooked it, stroking the golden spot right inside. “More,” You tried to ask, forcing yourself to keep still as he moved, denying your request. Instead he kept moving, feeling every move you made, watching each breath you took.

As soon as you started to clench around him he pulled his hand away, popping his finger into his mouth as he leaned forward. His length slightly brushed against you, teasingly. “You taste so good honey, maybe you can try next time,” He gave you a couple seconds to come down from your near high, this time slipping two fingers inside.

A loud whine came out of you, eyes squeezing shut as you tried not to fuck back onto his fingers. “Good girl still listening to me,” Connor cooed in your ear as if he knew you were trying not to go against his words.

The feeling of him knuckles deep in you was almost too much. Especially as he built you up again, retracting himself right before you finished. Like you ran the marathon but never crossed the finish line. “Connor,” You whined his name out, your insides feeling like mush the more and more times he did it.

Seven times. He brought you right to the cusp of your orgasm seven times with just his fingers, a smirk permanently on his face as he watched you try and control your breathing. “What’s wrong? You seem a little on edge,” He muttered, sucking a mark onto your lower back.

“Please,” Your words were jumbled, pulsating as you tried your hardest to keep a grip on what was happened. “Connor please fuck me, I can’t take it anymore.” You spoke shakily, thighs feeling like jelly as he tried to keep yourself propped up for him.

He wrapped his hands around your hips, “Alright baby,” He slowly guided you back, slipping right into you as he did. There was enough wetness in your folds that he slotted perfectly inside, the stretch of him just enough that it felt amazing.

As he leaned over you, you grabbed your arms, holding them behind your back as he thrust into you. Connor crossed your arms, interlocking his fingers with one of your hands, using that as a grip as his pace picked up.

Your face went straight into the mattress, pushed down as he moved. It wasn’t long until you were built up again, craving to finally be able to release, “Connor, I’m close, please let me,” You turned your head to speak.

He simply rolled his hips into you in a new way in response, his other hand pulling your hair back, “Cum for me.” Connor spoke into your ear, kissing your shoulder as you came undone underneath him.

Your knees gave out, falling against the bed as your body trembled. He shifted slightly, his movements rapid as he slammed in and out of you, your cum adding to the slickness that was already there, covering his length in entirety. “Good, good job,” His muttered, stuttering slightly as he worked you through your orgasm.

He slowed slightly, letting go of your arms and moving so he was on his side with a leg bent up, your legs spread apart in front of him. Connor looped his hand around your leg, lifting it up as he continued to fuck into you, the new angle sending shivers up your body.

“Fuck, y/n, you have no idea what you do to me,” He bit your shoulder gently, pushing his face into your skin. The sound of him slapping into you was horrid, but it played like music to his ears as he let his other hand come over to circle your clit again.

You leaned your back against him, your hand going up to the side of his face, the only part of him you could reach. “Say my name again,” You breathed out, the tone of his voice along with his groan brought you unspeakable pleasure.

He practically pressed his mouth to your ear, “Y/n,” Connor repeated lowly, moving his hand from your clit up your body, teasing its way to your throat.

Of course he remembered how you acted last time. His hand lightly wrapped around your throat, a couple kisses to your shoulder as well, “you tell me if it’s too much,” Connor instructed, applying pressure after you nodded.

The feeling of his hand and his dick inside you had another orgasm rallying up, ready to burst in seconds. “Oh baby, you like what I hold you like this?” He whispered in your ear, jolting his hips up with each thrust, hitting hard against you.

“You like when I have complete control over you? I tell you to do something and you listen, just for me huh?” He egged you on, his words making your heat tingle. “You like when I use you?”

Connor felt you clench around him, a tsk and shake of the head, “Are my words turning you on, y/n? You like when I call you needy? Like when I make you cum three? Four times? Go ahead. Show me, show me how much you like having my hand around your neck.”

His hand clenched just enough that it sent you overboard, your body shaking as he held you against him, keeping his movements up enough as he could, on the brink of his own orgasm.

“So dirty,” He mumbled into the skin of your neck, letting his hand fall from your throat and back to your hips, fucking into you.

Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head, insides still clenching as you came down. Connor was quick to pull out, last second shooting off onto your leg as he let go of the one that was still up in the air.

As you settled onto your side, sure to keep your legs from touching so you didn’t smear anything, Connor get up, grabbing a soft wet rag from the bathroom, cleaning you up as quickly as possible so you could slide under the blankets.

After a couple moments he sighed, “You're so beautiful,” He muttered, admitting something he could never bring himself to say in a pre-sex moment. The man was always more open and clingy after.

His arms always found their way around you, always held you close to his chest. And if you guys hadn’t committed to the friends that had sex bit then maybe, just maybe he’d like himself kiss you.

Maybe.

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“do i even want to know why you have these?” you asked as connor carefully cuffed your wrists to his headboard.

“gag gift,” he answered, giving them a tug to make sure they would hold up. he took a step back to look at you laid on his bed, arms above your head and wearing only panties.

“well, i guess that’s a little better,” you spoke quietly. he stood there for a moment, just looking down at you and taking in the sight. your thighs rubbed together, the way he looked at you making you wetter than you’d like to admit.

“you sure you’re okay with this?” you let out a small laugh.

“okay with it?” you spread your legs a bit, letting him have a glance at what lay between them. “have you noticed how wet i am right now?” you watched as he glanced down, then back to your eyes, then immediately between your legs again. this time, his gaze stayed there.

“shit,” he cursed quietly. it was like he was transfixed, never moving his eyes as he settled on his stomach. his fingers slid through your folds, a moan leaving your mouth at the feeling. “if you want me to stop, say like, purple, or something.” you smiled at his words.

“you think i’ll need a safe word?”

“can’t be too careful,” is all he responds before his lips are on you. you weren’t expecting it, and your back arches and a whine leaves your mouth at the sudden stimulation.

“holy shit,” you gasp, your wrists tugging at the cuffs. you groaned, just wanting to run your fingers through his hair, tug on it, keep him in place as his tongue worked against you. since you couldn’t, you settled for resting your heels on his back. you could feel him smirk slightly when you used the leverage to grind against his tongue, but then his arm came up to hold your hips in place and you whined.

“stay still or i’ll stop,” he warned. you opened your mouth to respond with a snarky comment but instead you gasped when he slid two fingers deep inside of you. he curled them perfectly as his lips attached to your clit, and suddenly you were struggling to keep your hips in place.

“fucking hell, connor.” you moaned loudly as his tongue flicked just right. “i’m close.” he didn’t let you cum. instead, he pulled away completely. you whined loudly, trying to pull him back to you with your legs, but he just chuckled and stepped off the bed.

“needy today,” he teased as he pulled off his sweats.

“needy always,” you corrected, watching him with hungry eyes as he made his way back between your legs.

“condom?” he asked. you shook your head.

“don’t need one if you don’t want one. just hurry up and make up your mind.” he smirked at your words, loving how badly you wanted him. well, how badly you wanted to be fucked. he doubted you cared if it was him that did it or not. he shook his head slightly, ridding himself of those thoughts as he slid his dick through your folds. your hips bucked up and you let out a sound of annoyance.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, sending you a smirk.

“stop teasing!” you whined. he did as you said, slowly sliding into you until he filled you completely. your legs wrapped around his waist when he bottomed out, and after a moment you bucked your hips against his. you moaned at the feeling and then again when he pulled out slightly, fucking you fast with shallow thrusts. his hands landed on your shins, pulling your legs up to rest over his shoulders. the new angle caused him to hit the right spot inside of you and you clenched around him.

“right there?” you nodded aimlessly, just wanting him to keep going.

“feels so good, fuck me so good, con. please don’t stop, please.” you were babbling at this point, your mouth saying words before your brain could process them. you wanted to reach out, grab his wrist or his hand where it was wrapped around your thigh, but the cuffs still restricted your hands to the headboard. the stinging reminder in your wrists just sent you closer to the edge. “i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum,” you repeated, the words seemingly the only thing you could say.

“then cum for me,” he whispered. a soft kiss to your ankle was all you needed for the knot in your stomach to snap. your back arched and you clenched around his length as he fucked you through your high, finding his own a moment later. the room went silent other than you both trying to catch your breath for a few moments. then connor slowly slid out of you and you whined at the empty feeling. he gently set your legs on the bed, taking a moment to marvel at the sight of his cum dripping out of you.

“can you unlock these?” you asked quietly, tugging lightly at the cuffs that still restrained your hands.

“shit, yeah.” he was quick to grab the key and let you go, glancing over your wrists to make sure they weren’t too red. “you okay?”

“more than okay.” you sent him a lazy smile. “definitely very sleepy.”

“you can nap here if you want,” he offered, but you shook your head.

“i need to shower first, but thanks.” you were quick to get up, leaving his room without another word.

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Phantom in Gotham 5

Chapter 4

After class with Tim, Danny went through the rest of his classes in relative silence. He had a few other classes with Steph, but he was still trying to keep his distance. The two reminded him of his friendship with Sam and Tucker, and he wasn’t ready for that kind of friendship again. 

Danny had to remind himself that this was only temporary. He was in hiding from his parents, the GIW, and probably Vlad. It wouldn’t be fair to Tim if Danny suddenly disappeared again without word. In case anyone found his new identity, he definitely didn’t want the two normal kids to be involved. They didn’t deserve that. 

“Hey Spaceboy,” Steph called, jumping up beside Danny on their way to lunch and linking their arms. Danny felt himself smile at her antics.

“Spaceboy?” Danny laughed. 

“Cause you’re a future astronaut,”Steph said with a tone that felt like she was implying a ‘duh’ at the end. “It’s one of many nicknames for you.”

“Many huh? Now I’m a bit worried,”Danny added, letting her steer them to their usual lunch table. He felt a bit tired, and wondered if he could take a quick nap. Danny hated sleeping at the Pizzeria, so he tried to sleep at the library or at school when he could. That gave him enough hours to function, yet usually around lunch he got sleepy and nodded off without actively trying. 

“Don’t be, Tim and Connor have their own embarrassing nicknames,’Steph informed him. She gave him a nudge with her elbow,”Wouldn’t want you to be left out.”

Danny laughed,”Does that mean I can give you a nickname too?”

Steph paused in her efforts to climb into the booth at their table without looking at him. “No,” Steph smiled slyly. 

“That makes no sense,”Danny huffed. “But fine, I guess I won’t share my amazing nickname skills with you.”

Steph barked out a laugh. “Alright now I’m curious, but hey, are you gonna get lunch?”

“Nah,”Danny waved her off,”Not hungry. Had a big breakfast today.”

Steph squinted at him suspiciously. “That’s what you said yesterday, and then you fell asleep in the middle of our conversation.” Danny made to respond when she continued,”We’re getting worried for you man, you never eat, you look as sleep deprived as Tim, and you never want to hang with us after school.”

“I’m fine!” Danny protested. He knew it looked worrisome from others perspectives, but he really wasn’t hungry. He could probably try to sleep more though. Not to mention that he was trying to not get close to his friends in case he got discovered and had to leave suddenly. Hanging with them outside of school was a sure-fire way for them to get attached. “I’m just, really busy and I don’t like um, cafeteria food.”

It was obvious to both of them that Danny was lying or hiding something, but when Steph was about to say something else, Tim sat down with Connor at the table. Danny was not at all surprised to see a cup of coffee in Tim’s hand. “What’s up?” Tim asked with a raised eyebrow at the tension between the two taller teens in the booth. 

“I- “ Danny started, only for Steph to interrupt, much to his mortification. 

“Danny’s been avoiding us,”Steph said, not unlike a grade schooler tattling on the teacher. Heat flushed Danny’s face in panic and embarrassment. 

“No- no I just don’t have a whole lot of time to hang out after school,”Danny defended, crossing his arms. Tim gave Danny a look. 

“Oh, so you wouldn’t mind us coming with you after school? You go to the library right?” Tim asked honestly. Danny startled, not expecting that answer. 

“Y-yeah but you don't have to come. It’ll be boring, just studying and stuff,” Danny stammered,”I’m sure you guys have better things to do.’

“Not really,”Steph shrugged. 

“So we’ll see you after school to head to the library?” Tim asked, and Danny was pretty sure he caught a smile on Tim’s face for a second before it disappeared. 

Danny sighed, resting his head on his hand,”Sure, why not.”

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Jason groaned. This kid had absolutely no security system set up in this place. Glancing around the dilapidated Pizzeria, he could admit that not even he would know someone was living here. The kid was good at hiding his stuff. 

Oddly enough, after checking the entire ground floor, Jason had to admit the kid did a good job hiding his presence. No disturbed dust, nothing that hinted at a living space or out of place objects. Jason frowned when he pulled down the rackety old attic ladder. A cloud of dust practically followed the whole thing, making Jason think Danny might not have gone up there. He waved his gloved hand to disperse the dust cloud before taking measured steps to the attic. 

The place was surprisingly spacious, if not cold from the incoming weather changes. He swore it would start snowing any day now, and his heart sunk at the thought of this kid freezing to death in this place. It was still early morning, since the kid would be at school with Timmy, so he could see some light shining though one window in the corner. There wasn’t enough for him to see clearly though, so he turned on his flashlight, shining it around. 

Fighting back a sneeze, he brushed past a few spiderwebs and close to a semi-cleaner space in the attic. His heart sunk at the kid’s set-up. There was a sleeping bag, a few school textbooks, a gym bag full of clothes, a flashlight, and a few prepackaged snacks. No extra blankets, no pillow, no personal items. Jason sighed, thinking about how much worse this kid was doing than he’d thought. 

A few things didn’t make sense to Jason though, including how the kid got into gotham prep, or how he could afford food. The kid didn’t look like a street rat, and Jason was pretty sure he wasn’t stealing or selling drugs. Nothing in the cramped living space pointed to that.  He’d make a note to inform Tim and Dick about the kid’s situation, but he figured it was time for him to step in a bit. The kid was on his turf anyway, might as well give him the good ol’ welcome to crime alley speech. 

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Danny grasped the straps to his backpack in nervousness, shuffling his feet while he waited for Tim and Steph to show up. And maybe Connor. Danny was pretty sure Connor didn’t like him very much. They’d only shared a few words every now and then. He was also pretty sure Connor and Tim were dating. Maybe.

After five minutes of waiting around, Danny decided to just head to the library by himself. He had to remind himself that he wasn’t getting attached. He didn’t want to put them in danger. Danny was already putting Sam and Tucker in enough danger back home, and he wasn’t even there to protect them. Besides, it was snowing lightly outside, and for regular people like Tim and Steph it would be cold. 

“Hey Danny! Wait up!” Danny’s shoulders slumped with dismay. He put on a smile and turned to wave as they came closer. 

“I kinda thought you guys weren’t coming,”Danny started, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. 

“What? No way, Space boy,”Steph said, lightly punching his arm. “We’ve never hung out with you outside of hell. I mean school.”

Danny snorted at that, while Tim added,”Connor can’t make it, but he says to tell you hi.”

“No worries,” Danny waved. “So, library? Do you guys actually have things to study?”

“Duh,”Steph crossed her arms, absently rubbing them now that the cold air reached her. “You were there when Ms. Riley assigned us the Spanish homework.”

“Oh, right,”Danny nodded. 

“You any good at spanish?” Tim asked, curious. “Maybe you could help Steph so I don’t have to.”

“You know spanish too?” Danny asked. “I know a bit, I guess it’s easier to learn when you know other languages.”

“Yeah I’m fluent,”Tim stated, giving Danny a weird stare. “What other languages do you know?”

Danny froze for a moment. There was no way he could say he was fluent in ghost speak, because that wouldn’t make any sense at all. Good thing Danny was an expert at lying. Not. ”Uh, no- nothing. I mean english obviously, but only a bit of spanish.”

“Right,”Steph drawled. ‘Well you can still help me with spanish. I know we’re in the higher levels but the tenses still trip me up sometimes.”

 At the library, Danny encountered a problem. He usually did his homework and then took a nap for a few hours until closing. There was no doubt that his friends would notice that, and if Danny knew them, then he knew they’d be worried about him and maybe try to kidnap him for a sleepover or something. Which he didn’t want, because he was supposed to be keeping his distance to protect them. 

Almost three hours of studying with Tim and Steph flew by, and Danny was starting to yawn uncontrollably. “I should get home, it’s getting late,”Danny yawned, packing up his stuff. 

“What? Already?”Steph startled, looking at Tim’s watch. Tim let her, pulling his arm away after a moment. 

“Want to get dinner or something?” Tim offered, sharing a look with Steph. 

“Nah, I’ll catch you guys at school tomorrow though, if the snow doesn’t cancel it,”Danny smiled. “And it was nice to hang out with you guys. Get home safe, okay?”

Tim nodded absently, and Steph looked like she was going to protest, but Danny scurried out of the library as quick he could. Letting out a sigh of relief that turned into a yawn, he made his way to his usual convenience store for an egg sandwich and a watermelon tea. It was snowing pretty hard at that point, but since he had an ice core it felt more like fresh air to Danny.

Danny ate as he walked, pondering his new schedule for the day. He’d try to catch a few hours of sleep at the pizzeria since he couldn’t get any at the library. Usually he avoided sleeping at the pizzeria, but he was too tired to scope out a different place to nap. Since he didn’t have to sleep more than four hours and eat more than one meal a day, he sometimes forgot he actually needed to sleep. His mandatory hours were usually at the library, in his comfy green bean bag. He missed that bean bag. 

Looking around, he put a little bit of a boost into his steps as he climbed over the fence surrounding the place, and snuck into the kitchen area. Once he made it to the back room, he was too tired to go ghost and phase through so he pulled the ladder down, coughing at the dust that fell around him. He put a bit of flight into his steps to make his climb easier, and shut the ladder behind him. 

Usually, he could see better in the dark in his ghost form, so it transferred a bit to his human form too. He finished off one of the sandwich halves he was snacking on along the way here and set the other wrapped half and the rest of his tea on the ground next to his stuff. Climbing into his sleeping bag and using his jacket as a pillow, he fell asleep almost instantly. 

Chapter 6

[sunflower-lilac42]

✧ 𝐑𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞 || flowers au ♔

summary: violet goes on a road trip to see her new best friend, connor

warnings: heights (brief)

notes: i loved this, it was so cute and i love the idea of connor wanting to buy violet everything. i got the ferris bueller idea from the cubs game so i put it on and now this is coming out later than i wanted and the incorporation of the movie in this but its okay, its still good. add yourself to the taglist ➵ taglist!

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“I’m outside”

In a matter of seconds Connor was rushing out the doors and knocking on Violet’s car window, “I can’t believe you actually drove all the way to Chicago for me.”

“Well believe it because you are now my new best friend and as my new best friend I’m making you drive because I don’t want to anymore. Just don’t crash because you’re not on my insurance.”

Instead of getting out of the car, Violet gracefully hopped over the middle console in her car to sit in the passenger seat. Connor chuckled, got in the car, and asked her where to drive to.

“I don’t care but all I know is that I have a list of things that I want to do that’s titled ‘Connor and Violet’s Fun and Exciting Time in Chicago’ waiting for us.”

Connor pulled out of the parking spot and started driving towards a parking garage, “I’m assuming you want to walk right?”

“Yes, please. I’ve been sitting for way too long.”

“So, what does this list have in store for us?”

Violet, with no concern for getting pulled over, unbuckled her seat belt reached into the back to grab her notebook full of random ideas, and opened to the page that was decorated like a scrapbook with her list of activities. 

“Are you ready?”

“No.”

“Too bad. I want to eat deep-dish pizza, authentic deep-dish pizza. I want to go to Navy Pierre and just walk around the city in general. I want to take photos of us because we have none,” Violet continued to ramble off a bunch of things she wanted to do and when she got to the end she grinned, “I want to recreate Ferris Bueller. And by that I mean we have to at least go to a Cubs game, holler ‘Swing batter batter’, go to a parade, run through a neighborhood, and look what I got us-” She once again reached into her bag and pulled something out, “Save Ferris pins!”

“I would love to do that, but I have never seen Ferris Bueller.”

Violet looked shocked, “You’ve never seen Ferris Bueller’s Day Off?!” 

Connor shook his head as he pulled into a parking garage, “We are watching that when we get back to my hotel room.”

They wandered around Chicago for a while, trying to decide the best way to complete everything. Violet wasn’t expecting to do everything on her list, of course, she wanted to but it was almost completely unrealistic. But, Connor wanted to do everything on that list. They would get to spend more time together and it would make her happy.

The first night they were there, Connor took her to Navy Pierre and took her to Giordanos for deep-dish pizza. She moaned in delight when she tasted the pizza, “Oh my god. This is so good, why didn’t I do this sooner.”

Connor laughed at the girl, eating his piece. They talked about the beginning of Connor’s season, Violet asking him if he was nervous. To which Connor replied with a yes and Violet reassured him that it was alright and that things were going to work out. 

Ever since they met Connor and Violet have been attached to one another. They texted every day, Violet giving him random updates on what she was doing. He would watch every one of her videos with a cheesy smile on his face as she talked about flowers or what she was taking in the upcoming semester.

When Connor figured out that she was going to UofI he was elated that she was only going to be two hours away instead of six. He could only hope that she would want to go to some of his games so he could get her tickets to them. 

When they got back that night, she made him watch Ferris Bueller with her on her laptop as they laid side by side in the hotel bed. Violet pointed out the things that she wanted them to do throughout the movie, also making random comments about the things that reminded her of her brothers. 

The next day, she made him go on the tour boat on the river, gazing at the buildings and reaching out for the water below. Connor watched her happily and joined in at her silly antics as they walked the boat, pushing one another. 

They then went to Water Tower, where Connor bought her a couple of sets of flower legos. She walked out skipping and stopped when she saw the American Girl Doll store, “Con, we have to go there!”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve never had an American Girl Doll before and i just want to look at them, please.” She dragged out the e, Connor giving in easily. 

He let her drag her into the pink store and she looked around in awe. They looked at the recent girl of the year who sat right in front when they walked in and then went to look at all the different sections, stopping at the hockey one. 

She then dragged him downstairs where all the other previous girls of the year were. She practically skipped through the store, “I’ve always wanted Julie.”

“Who’s Julie?”

“She’s one of the dolls from the historical collection. She’s from 1974 and she’s kinda characterized as a hippie but she wears a lot of floral print and decorates with flowers.”

“That seems like you.” He continued to follow her around the store, making a mental reminder of the doll she wanted so he could later buy it for her, before they exited and then went up to one of the sports shops they had, “Hey look Con!”

Connor looked to the wall where there was a jersey with his name on the back, “I gotta get it. Lemme make sure I have enough money in my account.” She whipped out her phone to check the funds in her account sighing when she realized she had lent Luca and Adam money earlier in the week to buy something. 

“Never mind let’s just go.”

“Wait, come on I’ll buy it for you.”

“No, Con. I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking, I’m telling you I am. Plus, I’m a professional hockey player now, I have the money.” Violet slapped him on the chest before walking out of the store, slightly embarrassed. Connor purchased the jersey and handed it to her, “Connor I told you not to.”

“But I wanted to. Honestly.” She smiled and wasted no time throwing the jersey on and walking out of the Water Tower. 

They then walked to the Sears (Willis) Tower just like in the movie and stood on the glass floor, “You have no idea how terrified I am right now.”

“You’re the one that wanted to do this.”

“I know and I am seriously regretting it.”

They then walked down to Billy Goats, a classic restaurant downtown, which Violet loved all so greatly. She got lots of remarks about her jersey, some nice and some mean but they paid no mind to those. After eating, the two of them were tired so they headed back to her hotel to rest and watch something on the TV. 

The next day they just wandered around and took some pictures before going to Wrigley to watch a Cubs game. It was a night game and the Cubs were playing the Nationals. They cheered from their seats and as Connor promised her they yelled, “Hey batter batter batter batter swing batter.” The Cubs won 17-3. 

They ended up checking off all of y/n’s bucket list in four days together and Violet would definitely rank this as her favorite road trip to ever have happened.

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violetsdiaries i went on another road trip, this time to Chicago! road trip break down: i put flowers on my side mirror, i went to a cubs game, saw a butterfly, went to navy pierre, wore more new matching shirt and top, made him a fruit ball, ate some authentic deep-dish pizza for the first time, and saw some famous Chicago places.

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markestapa and you didn't bring me with?!

⤷ violetsdiaries no college kids allowed 🙅🏻‍♀️

⤷ lhughes_06 hate to break to you, kid, but i think you are one now

⤷ violetsdiaries no old age hasn't set in, not for another couple of weeks

luca.fantilli who's 'him'

⤷ adamfantilli i conquer and why'd you say you were going with your friends if you weren't

⤷ violetsdiaries wow 'conquer' that's a big word for you, adamo

adamfantilli answer my texts

user01 her hiding him from the socials is raising some flags

⤷ user02 fr, is this why she's been so happy recently??

⤷ user03 she did mention she had a crush on someone not too long ago

edwards.73 crazy kids 😧

⤷ user04 ethan knows who it is?!

user05 is there going to be a video about this

⤷ violetsdiaries maybe!

⤷ user06 violet giving us the content recently 👏🏻👏🏻

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messyviolets so this happened... road trip breakdown part two: we went to the beach, then i dragged him to the water tower, then he pigged out on room service, i made him make a heart with me, we recreated Ferris Bueller, and i met Clark the Cub

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jackhughes wish i was there

⤷ messyviolets 'i hate violet so much'

⤷ jackhughes i've never said that in my entire life

⤷ lhughes_06 you just said it yesterday

rutgermcgroaty violet's off doing big girl things, she's growing up so much 🥹

⤷ edwards.73 stop growing, kid

⤷ messyviolets um... this makes things awkward, i'm going to college next month

⤷ rutgermcgroaty no we lost her 😩

adamfantilli can you please tell us who it is

⤷ messyviolets no 😁

_connorbedard looks fun 🙂

⤷ messyviolets it was fun 🙂

⤷ user07 suspicious 🧐

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[treason-and-plot]

“So….are things going to be weird when I see you at school tomorrow?” says Saffron to Connor when she comes out of the bathroom. She’s disappointed he’s now wearing a bathrobe. She wanted to perv on his abs before she left. She supposes she can always untie his robe, but then she might never make it home.

“Why would things be weird?” says Connor.

“I don’t know. Are we just going to act like nothing happened? “

Connor extends his bottom lip, confused.

“Why would I pretend nothing happened? Something did happen. And it was amazing. I’m probably not going to be able to hide it even if I wanted to. As soon as I see you I’m going to have this stupid grin on my face. Everyone’s going to notice. I want everyone to notice.”

“Oh my God, stop,“ says Saffron. “What are you saying? We’re, like, boyfriend and girlfriend now?” Her tone is teasing but she can see Connor’s eyes turn dark and serious.  

“I’m not into labels, Saffy,” he says. “But I’m not into being fake, either. Look, I know you have your married guy-“

“He’s not married,” says Saffron automatically.

“Alright, your fuck buddy or whatever you call him. I don’t really care. I know you told me your arrangement with him suits you because your studies are your priority and you don’t want to get emotionally attached to anyone. I get it. And I don’t care if you want to compartmentalise me as Fuck Buddy number 2 either. I respect your ability to be able to do that. But I’m not like that, Saffy. I told you that the night we played Truth or Dare. It doesn't feel right for me to have sex unless there's that special emotional connection. And, obviously, I feel like I have that special connection with you."

He smiles at her. There’s a sensation as if the floor is tilting. She closes her eyes. He steps closer to her and picks up her hands, as if to steady her. She opens her eyes and smiles at him tightly in return. He waits. His hands around hers are cool and smooth and strong.

“I think… I think I feel that same kind of connection too,” she says.

[fetishfairytales2]

Brandi’s Just Horsing Around (Heather)

Concept originally borrowed from a long-lost story that used to be a favorite of mine.

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“Brandi, listen up! Mommy's got a new toy just for you! Daddy Connor has been soooo creative lately, just to help me torment our adorable little sissy, and he's outdone himself this time! He made you this super cute rocking horse, isn’t that sweet? It’s all sissy pink – totally your color! But, girlie, the real surprise? There’s no saddle, just a long groove down the middle. Hmm, I wonder what could fit there?

Don’t get too bouncy yet, sissy, there's more! See these fierce black leather boots? They attach right to the side of the horsey to keep you stuck on it – but that’s not all. These booties are deep enough to hold you when you're all folded up trying to straddle it. Yup, it's designed to keep those sissy legs of yours spread super wide. 

And OMG, this adorable little rubber mask with pigtails! It's the cutest, and guess what? It comes with a built-in gag to keep you oh-so-quiet. No more whining or begging, sissy. You’re going to be all smiles, permanently! On the outside at least!

Mommy has also prepared the cutest little riding get-up for you! You’ve got this totally adorbs white frilly baby doll dress with a flared skirt just perfect for letting your sissy bottom peek out. But, babe, those arms on your dress? They are, like, no ordinary sleeves! They're super stiff and stick out all funny because, this actually wraps around your chest backwards! Look, there’s internal sleeves! Aren’t you so excited? You’ll be locked in the cutest little sissy straitjacket ever! 

And those doll-like hands on the sleeves? They’re not totally useless, unlike you! Once we zip up the back of your dress nice and tight, those hands get clipped onto the handles next to the horsey's head. 

From the outside, you’ll look like just the happiest little sissy cowgirl enjoying her new toy! 

Of course, there’s this amazing pink 8” ribbed dildo I’ve got for you. It will slide right here into the groove, just waiting for you on your horsey's saddle. But, cause I’m not, like, the meanest Mommy ever, I’ll just let you hover that helpless sissy booty right above it. I know it can be scary seeing such a big cock for the first time!

But Brandi, you better clench those sissy thighs tight or you might just gobble up that entire thing with your sissy pussy! You're gonna be so exhausted trying to ride your little horsey without slipping! If you slack and lean back, who knows where it’ll end up! And here's the best part, sissy— I asked Daddy to rig the saddle with springs! Every rock back and forth is going to slide that dildo deeper, fucking you like the little sissy slut you are!”

[vampcubus]

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐊𝟖𝟎𝟎 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 : 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

You discovered Connor liked being told what to do pretty early on in your relationship, his particular model has a built-in rewards system for completing tasks. Not only did he like you bossing him around, but he liked to be acknowledged for his work. To be told how good he was for you, how he was making you feel.

That’s all fine and good, lots of people had praise kinks, and you loved to praise so it all worked out. And then it began to progress into something more, especially when you adopted the pet name “puppy.” 

You saw a sparkle in his eyes the first time you used it playfully, both intrigued and pleased.

You couldn’t say you were shocked to find out that Connor liked to be a pet, it was just too fitting. You supposed it was a bit freeing, not having to be a lead detective, but instead a subservient lap dog.

You were more than happy to indulge in this newfound kink, hardly able to sit still as he expressed his desire to be your pet. He seemed pleasantly surprised at your positive reaction, clueing you in that he may have felt ashamed of that desire, which honestly made him seem so human.

Some online collar shopping together felt like the correct next step. You wanted to get his collar custom-made, after all for many doms and submissives it was a testament to your devotion to one another. You wanted to make sure it was exactly what he wanted — not that he was particularly knowledgeable about it. You just let him scroll on your laptop until he found some examples that caught his eye, and you placed an order with a trusted shop. You’d gotten collars from them from previous relationships and the quality is pretty nice, however, Connor seems especially curious about some of the reference photos with leads attached.

“Would you like me to leash you as well, puppy?” You asked, laying on your stomach, shoulder to shoulder with the android in question as you clacked away at your keyboard. His head tilts your way at the pet name, his brown eyes going half-lidded. 

“Please.”

“Best we get a matching leash from them too then, any preferences? Chain? All leather?” You questioned, trying to remember the leads you’ve used in the past. Pet play wasn’t an uncommon kink in your history of partners but it has been a long time. 

“What do you like?” He asked that a lot, and you couldn’t blame him. He was still experiencing the world for the first time so to speak, so it was only natural for him to turn to you for guidance on things he didn’t have a basis for comparison for. You adored that he lived to please you, but this purchase was mainly for him. He'd be the one wearing it after all.

You discussed whether the collar would be just for the bedroom or full-time use and he expressed he’d like to wear it as often as possible.

“I’m not just yours when we have sex.” he always had a way of saying the most endearing things with such clarity. It sends your heart into those stupid palpitations every single time. “I want it as a reminder.”

“You’re always mine, collar or no, but I understand you want something to have with you when I can’t be there.” You press a kiss to his nape, counting the freckles from his shoulder down his back with your eyes before your lips follow suit. “My pretty puppy.”

“Mmm.” His brown lashes flutter, chin touching his chest.

“You like that name a lot don’t you?” 

“Very much. I know it must be strange to hear.” 

“Heh, hardly. It’s quite in character for you actually,” You chuckled against his shoulder blade, kissing down his back as he all but melted into the sheets, a pillow propped underneath his hips. The optimal position for taking your strap, but you weren’t quite there yet. The harness sits on the nightstand. You plan to make sure he’s gotten his full treatment before you go sticking things in— as much as you’re sure he wouldn’t complain.

A smile tugs at your lips at the memory, but you remember that he’s still awaiting your reply.

“I won’t be the one wearing it, but the chain sounds nice when it jingles.” It’s an odd fascination in retrospect, but you always found it cute when partners wore bells or jingly things while you fucked them into oblivion.

“Chain then.”

“Chain it is. Have you decided on a color yet?” You query as you scroll through the dropdown menu for the dyes they offer for the leather.

“Depends on what color you’d think look best around my neck,” he whispers into your ear and your face erupts into flames, not expecting his lips to be right next to your ear.

In the end you decide on a dark blue leather with the cutest sapphire studs and a circular ring to easily attach a leash to. As you expected Connor isn’t necessarily picky with sparkles and dangles, he cares much more about the meaning behind it. He still gets a little teary-eyed when it finally ships and he can’t help but wiggle in place as you put it on him for the very first time. It fits perfectly, not too loose, not too tight. His face is full of blue blood by the time you get it fastened and step away.

“Looks so good on you, knew the blue was a good choice. C’mere,” you purred, not able to resist pulling him in for a kiss by the collar and he moans into your mouth.

You could say you were prepared for what that night might hold, but truly you had no idea what you were walking into. You’d never seen Connor so undone, he’s on his knees nudging your legs apart before you can process what’s happening. You have to pull him back by the hair to correct him, and you can hardly even be stern with him when you see the dazed expression he’s wearing. His deep brown eyes are big and you can just barely make out the sliver of his iris being eclipsed by his pupils. Cyberlife didn’t cut corners with his model, down to the specks of amber and the slightest dilation of his pupils as they take in your pleased expression. Always analyzing, always observing.

“I think you need that leash already, tsk. I just got you that new toy and you thank me by trying to get a taste without asking? Maybe I’m too easy on you,” you sighed, feigning disappointment that has him snapping back to reality, head dropping into your lap. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what I—“

“Puppies don’t talk do they?” You interrupt, eyes glimmering as he tilts his head back up to meet your gaze, mouth agape.

You hoped you weren’t taking this too far, sure you’d discussed the kink and he seemed to like being treated like a puppy, but this was further than the occasional nickname. You can’t help but wish you had ordered one of those cute tail plugs and a matching set of floppy ears for him to wear alongside his collar, the stones reflecting the dimmed lights overhead as you search his eyes.

He shakes his head no. No, they don’t talk. His tongue and obedience would spell out his apology.

The leash clicks into place on the collar, cold in your hand as you lean back and tug him along with you by the chain, his face chasing yours. His plush lips press against yours desperately, tongue licking into your mouth, his swollen cock rutting into your thigh. You wrap the chain around your fist several times to reel him in close, keeping his head still as you press wet kisses over his face and down his neck. Connor’s on his back before his processors can assess what’s happening, lagging behind as your lips and teeth on his synthetic skin scramble his code and overwhelm his thoughts. 

It’s easy to mount his hips, giving him just enough slack for you to lean back and roll your hips onto his, trapping his flushed blue cock between your heat and his stomach. He bucks helplessly, groaning deep in his chest as his head falls back onto the bed, exposing his freckled throat.

He whimpers when instead of letting him slip inside you, you turn around to face his length as you lower yourself over his face. Connor immediately gets to work, lurching forward enthusiastically to lathe over your sex and lap at your slick. Connor was obsessed with oral, often spending hours and hours content to lap and suck at you until you’re so overstimulated you have to pry him from you. You can’t help but shiver and pant as he full-on moans against your pussy at the taste of you, the sensors on his tongue overwhelmed with data as you grind yourself back on his face. 

He cutely humps the air as he does so, and you huskily chuckle at the attempt to find friction.

“Do a good job and I might let you cum,” you offered, tongue tracing his blue head before your mouth swallowed him whole. His thighs shake with the effort to not press his hips upwards and his tongue stutters within you, even his fingers twitch and the influx of stimuli. Your cunt on his tongue, the collar around his neck, your throat around his cock, it’s too much! 

Connor isn’t built for this sort of thing, so his system is easily overwhelmed by sex. But you’ve seen him push past such blockages before in order to please you. Let’s see how far you can push him before he starts barking for you.

“You’re such a good boy, hah… always so hungry for me.” And with your slurred praise, Connor finds the strength to double his efforts, eyes half-mast as he slurps and laps at you like the obedient puppy he is.

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Imagine Drunken Kisses With Connor and Murphy MacManus

Rating: T+

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, bars, fluffy and steamy drunk kisses

(A/N:) Happy St. Patrick’s Day! It’s been soooo long, honestly too long since I’ve written these two cuties! But I’m back and this was just self indulgence on my part! XD So hopefully my fellow MacManus fangirls will enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Also I am terrible at writing Irish talk so forgive me and overlook it! *hides face* Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Connor MacManus X FemReader

Connor had promised early that morning that he wasn’t going to be home until late. He had begged for weeks for you to be able to take off and enjoy St. Patrick’s Day with him, but with two employees quitting and an understaffed crew there was no way for you to get the day off. His tradition of bar hopping had to go on without you. So while you worked the day away, Connor tried to enjoy time with his twin brother. Before you had come along, Murphy had always been enough to enjoy the annual festivities but now they both had grown so attached to you, it just wasn’t the same without you. Especially when they knew that you were stuck working and had no chances to leave until the work day was over. 

With one last push you finished your day and started home. It was too late to meet up with Connor so you stopped by the local restaurant close to your home to grab something to eat. Though you probably wouldn’t see him, you were glad that Connor was out there enjoying himself. You could make do with something tasty for supper and a good movie on the TV. You watched the city bustle as you continued on your walk home, humming a cheery tune as the streetlamps began to illuminate the streets one by one. This was always your favorite time of the day, everything seemed so peaceful as employees from all over were making their ways home and restaurants were lively with customers after a hard day at the office. It made you feel a part of the festivities when you sung a little bit of an Irish tune that was playing from the speakers of one of the local bars. Connor had taught you a few songs, though you had to cringe every time you tried as you butchered the lyrics. He would always just laugh and encourage you onwards before rewarding your attempts with little kisses.

You didn’t worry about him or think about him cheating on you, cause Connor never gave you a reason to think about such things. So you were able to enjoy the peace and quiet of your house before it was time for bed. You could still hear the lively streets outside as you laid there in the dark. It made you giggle at the thought of how many people would be calling in to work in the morning due to horrible hangovers. Connor and Murphy were definitely going to be two of them in the hoard of hungover celebrators. Exhaustion from your long day made sleep easy to find and as soon as your head hit the pillow you were out like a light.

You didn’t know what time it was when you felt the bed dip down, your heart jumped in your chest as you feared that someone had broke in. That wasn’t far from the truth as Connor’s drunken humming filled the room. You hadn’t given him a key to your apartment just yet but if he wanted inside bad enough he would find a way.

“Connor,” you yawned.

“Aye,” he grunted while pulling off his boots.

“Why are you here? I have to work in the morning.”

“Murph gettin’ on m’ nerv’s I needed a place t’ stay f’r th’ night,” Connor slurred a little bit before he finally got his last boot tugged off. He chucked it across the room in frustration as if it had offended his heritage.

“Not so loud,” you gave him a gentle whack on the shoulder.

“S’rry.”

Once he settled down you started to drift off asleep again. You groaned in protest when an arm encircled your waist pulling you into Connor’s chest. You liked your room dark when it came to sleeping so you couldn’t even see the hand in front of your face if you wanted to. So you couldn’t see Connor as he nuzzled into the back of your neck, his presence becoming more intoxicating by the second. He lazily pushed your hair out of his way to expose your skin. He began to kiss slowly, his five o’ clock shadow brushing against you causing you to shiver. He moved upwards going to the side of your neck, before moving to the bottom of your jaw, and then your cheek.

“Connor,” you squeaked.

“Mmm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Kissin’ ya,” he purred moving your face towards him. You still couldn’t see him and besides hearing the hammering of your heart you could hear a drunk man singing in the streets. You wanted to sleep and get ready for your day tomorrow but now all you could think about was Connor when his lips covered yours. He still tasted of the booze he had consumed all day and it was making him a little sloppy as he moved slowly against you. You could easily keep up despite being exhausted, as you were sober. You found yourself becoming quickly intoxicated by him though as the kiss seemed never ending. Finally Connor pulled away stroking your cheek before he finally passed out. You snorted as his snores now filled the room as your heart still hammered violently against your chest.

Murphy MacManus X FemReader

As St. Patrick’s Day loomed over the horizon, you and the other bartenders employed at the local establishment had used all week to prepare. Everyone was expecting large numbers of people that were going to be out to celebrate the holiday. The MacManus brothers were definitely going to be two in that crowd of people as they had warned you as such. You had been dating Murphy for some time but you both really didn’t get to do a lot together as majority of the time you were working. And despite him wanting to enjoy celebrating with you on the other side of the bar, it was just too much to ask to take the day off as your boss wanted to be prepared for the large number of customers. Booze littered every part of the backroom and behind the bar as you and the other tenders were loaded and prepared for the rush.

You were losing track of time as you filled glass after glass of whatever your customers wanted. You were certain you had removed a record of bottle caps in just this night alone. You had spotted Connor and Murphy come through the door but you couldn’t manage more than a wave towards them, which they returned but you didn’t see as another order took your attention away. You were losing stamina as the night continued on and on with no break in sight. You were given small breaks but they weren’t long enough as everyone was getting overwhelmed with keeping up without you. So tirelessly you worked and worked wanting to make this as fun as you could for all the celebrators.

One celebrator was not very happy at all as he sat at a table with his older brother, nursing another beer that he didn’t know the number of at this point. Empty shot glasses littered around him but still he glared at the bar and the many men surrounding you.

“Wha’s th’ look f’r Murph,” Connor slurred a little wobbly in his seat.

“Not’in’,” Murphy growled still glaring holes in the bar. But most of his wrath was towards the man talking to you and making you laugh.

“Sure don’ look like not’in’ t’ me.”

“Min’ ya bus’ness,” he warned. Connor shook his head while chuckling into his beer. 

Finally the rush hour died down and you were able to finally get a break that you needed all night. You wiped your hands on the apron tied around your waist and wiped the sweat from your brow. You didn’t realize how many people wanted the excuse to drink in abundance this night. You didn’t even have a chance to talk to the twins, other than the few times you were able to fill their glasses or hand them another bottle. You were sure Murphy would be in a bad mood by the lack of attention, but it wasn’t like you had done it on purpose. You decided to go find them if they were even still around and appease him. You had just pushed yourself from the wall to go find them when a hand grabbed your arm and pushed you back into the wall. You opened your mouth, ready to give the person in front of you a piece of your mind when Murphy’s face came into your vision. You snapped your mouth closed as you took in his bleary eyes and staggering body.

“Sorry Murph,” you apologized, “it’s been so busy tonight I really wanted to see you and Connor more.”

You didn’t get to say anything else before Murphy took your lips, kissing you roughly, his tongue entering your mouth as you could do nothing but stand there in shock. You tried kissing him back but he was so messy and drunk that you couldn’t find a rhyme or reason in the rhythm of his movements.

“Don’ t’lk about m’ bro’her,” he grunted finally releasing you and leaving you breathless.

You laughed cupping his cheek, “Sorry.”

You kissed him softly, hoping to show him that you still loved him. You wish you could have enjoyed the night drinking with him but instead you were making other’s nights enjoyable while Murphy had sat around and pouted. You wanted to make it up to him and Connor as you moved them up to the bar and entertained them the rest of the night with all the tricks you had learned just for this occasion. You also knew if you got Murphy drunk enough he wouldn’t be so cranky. Despite the holiday being crazy there’s no part of you that hated St. Patrick’s Day as it brought your two favorite people in your life into the little bar you worked at and stay for hours. No complaints would be uttered on your lips as you cracked open two more bottles and set them before the MacManus brothers ready to continue on no matter what came.