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I write for myself, that’s undeniable. But I POST them, or share them, because I want others to see them. Because I want others to enjoy my work like I do, to love my characters like I do. And that’s perfectly valid

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a touch of emotion

Connor x Reader

Summary: After the meeting with Kamski, Connor feels conflicted and lost, luckily you're there to hold his hand through it.

A/N: DBH is one of my main comfort games, and it was about time I wrote a little something for my favorite boy from it. If anyone would like to see more of Connor here, let me know. <3

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"Why didn't you shoot?" Hank inquires, narrowing his eyes inquisitively.

"I just saw that girl's eyes… And I couldn't…" Connor answers back, his voice edging on desperate. "That's all."

A howling wind prickles your skin like tiny needles. It was such a cold day, no wonder you hadn't been keen on coming out here today. Leaning back on the hood of Hank's car and pulling your coat tighter around yourself, you watch from afar as Connor tries to justify his choice, even if it had been the right one to make.

He intrigues you. Because for someone who keeps saying he's just a machine trying to accomplish a task, he acts way more human than a lot of people you know. Even on the day you'd met him, he was already all curious and talkative, you couldn't recall meeting any android like him before.

Connor has changed ever since you started working together, you realize it now more than ever. He's becoming softer, personality starting to shine through the cracks as his decisions become increasingly emotionally driven.

"Cyberlife's last chance to save humanity, is itself a deviant."

Kamski's words echoed inside your mind, as did Connor's panicked and distressed expression when he promptly denied it. Ironic, you think to yourself; he shouldn't feel as troubled as he does if what Kamski said is not true.

And that same feeling now lingers. Once they were done talking, Hank took a few steps away to make a call, most likely to the precinct judging by the scowl on his face; and Connor can't stand still, he's pacing around, fidgeting with the cuffs of his blazer as the snow shifts under his feet. There's a permanent frown on his eyebrows, he looks almost… lost, his LED with an insistent yellow color and gaze unfocused on the distance.

You worry your lower lip between your teeth, torn between reaching out to him or keeping to yourself. The snow falls heavier now, and you can feel the tips of your fingers slowly going numb. You've always liked the cold, yet it seems the cold doesn't like you.

Between the snow, the frozen lake, and the white horizon of the frigid weather, Connor stands out. He's holding onto his own arms, hugging himself, and you find it endearingly human, as if he's subconsciously trying to find a way to comfort himself.

You lay your palms flat on the hood of the car and push yourself away, walking up to him before you can think things through. The snow crunching under your feet doesn't seem to call his attention. "Connor?" You say gently, reaching out to him with your hand but stopping short of actually touching him. You hesitate. When did he start making you nervous?

"You okay?"

Those warm and tender brown eyes of his regard you with curiosity, lips half parted as he struggles on what to say. The LED on his temple switched from blue to yellow and blue again. "I- yes. I think I'm fine." Snowflakes are clinging to his hair and falling softly onto the skin of his cheeks; they compliment his features, always so gentle.

You offer him a small, comforting smile. He's still figuring himself out. It was okay, you were patient.

"I'm… sorry," Connor begins again, avoiding looking you directly in the eyes. He purses his lips and closes his eyes for a moment longer, and you doubt you've ever seen any android be this expressive.

"I compromised our investigation," he pauses, "I should have been more efficient." And reprimands himself.

You're shaking your head before he's even done talking. "No, don't say that," you take a step closer to him as your heart holds your reasoning hostage, one hand wrapping around Connor's wrist to keep him with you. "Don't say that when you've made the right choice, Connor."

There was a beat, Connor's face does something complicated that you cannot read, and when he looks up at you again, his gaze is almost too much. The amount of emotion he looked at you with nearly made you choke on air.

"But… we didn't learn anything." His voice is quiet, barely there, as if he doesn't care for his own argument and is only looking for an excuse to hear more of your voice.

"I don't care," the words fall from your lips before you can debate if you should even be saying them out loud at all.

Connor seems surprised, caught off guard as his eyebrows raise just slightly at how fast and true you spoke. His eyes keep searching your face for… something. You couldn't be sure of what exactly he was looking for. Maybe even he doesn't know yet.

Your heart stumbles on your chest when you see Connor gulping and his eyes avoiding yours again. Only then do you realize that the hand you held his wrist with had drifted lower, your fingers now gently grazing his palm. His skin feels comfortingly warm and soft, a pleasant touch sending goosebumps down your spine.

It was all foreign territory to him, you knew it, felt it in the way he tried timidly closing his fingers around your own. His movements are slow, uncertain, and tentative, bordering on afraid.

How naive of you, to be having such feelings for an android. Yet when he's the most caring, honest, endearing, and gentle person you know, how could you not?

Hank told you once; "I think you're breaking our android huh." He'd said it right after Connor had gone through the trouble of finding an umbrella just so you didn't have to stand under the heavy rain, even if you tried telling him you didn't mind. And you'd taken it as a joke back then, not really understanding the hidden meaning behind your older partner's teasing look.

Yet as you hold onto Connor's hand now, feeling the way his thumb shyly brushes your skin, you wonder if he feels it too, if he's willing to feel the same as you do. If you could dare to hope.

"All I care about," you speak slow and careful, syllables heavy on your tongue. You clear your throat so your voice doesn't sound as tender as you feel. "is that… that you didn't let him manipulate you, that you followed your heart." You bring your free hand up to his chest, right on top of where you can faintly feel his thirium pump working overtime.

Connor looked to be about to speak, perhaps to try and correct you about your choice of words, yet all he does is open and close his mouth, eyes trained on yours and LED swirling with a permanent yellow color. For a moment you wonder if he's analyzing you, and worry about what he may find. His hold on your hand tightens ever so slightly; you don't think he realizes he's doing it.

"I'm glad you didn't pull the trigger, Connor. I'm proud of you."

It's barely a second, his LED flashing red before going back to yellow and eventually, slowly, blue; but you see it. He blinked a couple of times as if processing your words or how to feel about them.

"I-" Connor's eyes seem hazy, their tender brown only a thin ring around his blown pupils. His fingers now tangle with yours. "I feel-"

"Alright kids, let's go." Hank's voice sounds all too loudly as he unintentionally breaks the bubble that cocooned you and Connor. "Fowler wants us back in the precinct." The lieutenant speaks with an annoyed undertone as he stuffs his phone back in his pocket.

You're still caught up in the feeling of Connor's skin on yours, in how you're now so hyper-aware of just how close he's standing to you. Connor, it seems, isn't much different.

When there's no answer, Hank finally looks your way and gestures you over; "come on, get a move on, I don't wanna hear another lecture about arriving late," he insists, before plopping himself into the driver's seat, murmuring something about damn love-birds.

Despite the cold, you can feel a warmth coming up to your cheeks. Without mustering the courage to meet Connor's gaze, you focus on the way his hand fits so perfectly with yours. His fingers are awkwardly intertwined with yours, holding strong and gentle at the same time.

Connor seems reluctant to let go. It hits you that perhaps he won't. You could dwell on a thousand reasons of why, or not think at all and simply bask in the feeling. But right now time isn't on your side.

You take a deep breath, and risk a glance up at him.

Any words you were about to say suddenly feel clogged up in your throat. Oh, Connor tilts his head in that endearing way you're so fond of, yet the look in his eyes is one you've never caught before; you can't name it, it feels dangerous to try, but he looks as if he just realized something.

"Come on," you tug on his hand, just about managing the timid words, "we have to go."

Connor follows quietly, his hand steady on yours until you reach the car and are forced to part.

As Hank drives, you watch Connor through the rearview mirror; there's a newfound lightness to him, a warmth to his eyes that makes you feel fuzzy inside. And when he catches your gaze, and smiles, you know he feels it too.

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Thank you for reading this little story. Feedback and reblogs are literally what keeps me motivated to continue posting here, so I’d appreciate it if you could take some time to reblog and comment. <3

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Some idiot: "Why are you reading your own fic, that's shallow and stupid"

All fanfic writers and writers everywhere: "Who the fuck do you think I wrote it for?!"

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Just Peachy

Summary: You think Nines hates you. He’s determined to prove otherwise, by eating you out.

Pairing: RK900! Nines x F! Reader

WC: 1.2k

Warnings: pwp, smut in the forms of: eating out (f), fingering (f), marking, panty stealing, public sex but no one is in the dpd, mdni

Notes: I hope we all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed makin it. And if you did, why not leave a comment/reblog? not edited/proofread

You’ve seen the way the new Android, Nines, looks at you.

 His gray eyes harden, and his plush lips turn into a scowl. Suffice to say, you don’t think he likes you very much. And you’re not even sure why, you’ve never done anything to him. Hell, you’ve never even talked to him! And yet the minute you set foot into the bullpen, his low smile drops and his face sets in a glare. The members of the DPD always assure that he doesn’t dislike you, and that that’s just the way his face is. But you know the truth – when he’s unaware of your presence, you see the gentle smile he’ll occasionally send to Connor or Hank. 

So today you’ve decided to ask him what the hell his problem with you is. You arrive before he does – which is much too early for your liking. 

It’s so early in fact that no one but you is at the police station. You sigh, bored out of your mind as you sit in his desk chair. You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t hear the doors open, nor Nines’ footsteps as he draws closer to his desk. 

“Move.”

You jump out of your skin, back slapping hard against the chair as you look up to see who it is. And it’s the devil himself, Nines. Just the man you’ve been waiting for. You straighten in your – his – seat, and smooth down your rumpled blouse. 

“No, I don’t think I will,” you say. 

Nines stares at you, unmoving, but you can see the way his LED flickers to a pale yellow. 

He tilts his head, much like Connor does. 

“No?”

You nod in affirmation, lips pursed as your arms cross. 

“That’s right. Not until you tell me why you hate me.” 

Nines genuinely looks baffled, LED flickering to a blood red color at your words. 

“Hate you?” he mumbles, looking lost. His eyes stare above your head, and his LED is flickering so much you think you’ve broken him. You get so worried in fact, that you stand and place a comforting hand on his forearm, eyes looking into his vacant ones. 

“Nines? Are you okay?” 

Nines blinks, looking down at where your hand is resting. You remove it, stepping back and accidentally falling back into his rolly chair. 

Nines steps forward, crowding you. He bends at the waist, hands coming to rest on each armrest of the chair. You gulp, mouth going dry. From how close he is, you can see every pore, every detail. His eyes aren’t fully gray, they have little specks of blue in them. He looks so much like Connor, but he��s entirely different at the same time. 

“N-Nines?” you whisper, eyes wide. Nines leans in, whispering in your ear. 

“I haven’t done a good job of showing you how much I care, have I? Let me change that,” he pleads, voice dropping an octave. You nod, curiosity getting the best of you. 

He cares? About you? 

This is, to say the least, a shocking revelation indeed. Nines skims his lips on the apple of your cheek, and then lower, lower, lower… until his lips are on your neck, and he’s sucking on the skin gently. Your eyes stray to the clock on his desk, five-thirty in the morning. Fowler will be arriving at six. 

“Gottta hurry, Nines,” you mumble, to which the Android nods. He drops to his knees and places his big hands on the back of your calves, spreading your legs for him. You’d chosen a pencil skirt, so all he has to do is bunch it up around your hips. Your black panties are on display, and Nines commits this to his memory. 

“Beautiful,” he says, reverence deep in his voice. Your cheeks heat when Nines leans in and inhales the crotch of your panties. 

“Nines!” you gasp. 

He doesn’t respond, and brings his hands to pull down your underwear, and then he’s stuffing them in his back pocket with a smirk on his thin lips. He’s so fucking gorgeous it hurts, and you never thought this is how it would end. You thought Nines would berate you for even daring to talk to him, not… this. But you aren’t complaining, really. 

Nines leans in, face dangerously close to your wet pussy. He brings his right hand and spreads apart your lips, exposing your whole cunt for his eyes to see. It’s embarrassing, and you try to close your legs, but Nines looks up at you with narrowed eyes. 

“None of that,” he says, and uses his hands to pry apart your thighs, and then he’s leaning in and enveloping your clit with a low moan. And it’s heaven. His mouth is hot and warm, a stark contrast to the cool air of the bullpen. He uses his hands to spread your folds, and then he’s gently easing a long finger into your awaiting entrance. 

“Fuck!” you cry out, hands flying to tug on his hair, spine arching off of the seat. 

You can feel when Nines smirks against your pussy, and the Android intensifies his ministrations. He pumps his finger in and out, bringing another finger into you so he can spread your opening. It’s a stretch, but with his tongue flicking and dragging along your clit, you don’t even notice the slight pain. Nines leans away a bit, using his tongue to run along the crease of your folds, sucking on the pulsing flesh before shifting so his mouth is leveled with where his fingers are fucking into you. 

He watches his fingers, watches as they spread and slick gushes out from between them. Watches as they curl and hit that spot that makes you see heaven. 

“Did you know… that I come equipped with the same sensors Connor has on his tongue?” he whispers, eyes flicking up for just a moment before returning to your pussy. Your heart stops. Of course the RK upgrade would have that as well, but for some reason, it never crossed your mind. 

“I think I need a proper taste of you, wouldn’t you agree?” 

Your mouth is hanging open, but you find yourself nodding along to whatever he’s saying. Nines smirks, bringing his fingers out of your wet cunt and popping them in his mouth. He grunts, eyes falling closed, and LED flickering yellow as you imagine he’s getting information on all of your DNA. 

“‘S not enough,” he mumbles, before he’s smashing his face in between your legs and licking into your cunt. And the high pitched moan you let out is one for the books. 

Nines is feasting on you like a man starved, and all you can do is grind your pussy against his tongue and fist his hair, spilling out expletives at the intense pleasure. And when Nines looks you in the eyes as he swirls his tongue inside you, LED yellow, you lose yourself to your orgasm. You ride the waves of lust and pleasure, grinding onto his tongue and throwing your head back. 

“Fucking hell Nines –.”

Nines smirks, slurping all of the liquid he can from inside you, before he’s smoothing your blasted skirt back down. 

“B-But did you –?” 

“There’ll be time for that later. I’m not done with you yet.” 

Your heart is thudding, but you don’t get a chance to reply because the doors to the DPD are opening and Fowler is coming in. He stops, eyes raking from Nines to you, and back again. 

“I expected to see the Android, but not you L/N. You feeling okay?” 

Your neck heats up, and you itch it without looking at Fowler. No, your eyes are glued to Nines. 

“Just peachy.”

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The truth of it 🤣

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HEY HEY CAN I REQUEST ANYTHING FLUFFY W CONNOR X FEM READER

YOU WORK IS SO GOODDD

MY DARLINGS FORGIVE ME

requests started coming in hot right as i started my midterms so pls forgive me for taking so long to get through my requests (which i'm loving btw i'm so excited to get to all of them)

with that being said i'll stop yapping and let you read in peace

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pairing: connor (rk800) x f!reader

summary: you're very confused when you find a photograph of yourself on connor's desk.

word count: 1k

warnings: none

author's note: i said i'm done yapping and i mean it i have nothing to say. (except i do wanna say this was inspired by the person that said my connor was very you are in love coded bc that made me happy and got me thinking)

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“What do androids do in their free time, anyway?”

“Plot against humanity? I dunno.”

Hank’s laugh came out in a quiet huff, one that indicated he didn’t think your answer was too far from the truth. 

You had come into the precinct hoping to interview Hank and Connor on their latest investigation surrounding a human cult determined to wipe out every single android. As head journalist for the Detroit Free Press, you were desperate to get word before everyone else. And as Connor’s friend, you were sure you could sweet-talk it out of him. 

But when you got to the precinct, Connor was, strangely, nowhere to be found. Usually, he trailed behind Hank like a lost puppy, but not even Hank knew of Connor’s whereabouts. His unusual absence only led to conversations about what the hell an android could be doing on his lonesome. Neither of you had any clue.

“Have a seat, kid,” Hank offered, nudging his chin over to Connor’s desk. “You know he’d feel bad if you were standin’ around waiting for him.” 

Rounding the table, you took a seat in Connor’s chair. You sat stiffly with your hands atop your thighs, the exact same way Connor would. The realization made you chuckle softly to yourself. Even when he wasn’t here, his presence always made itself known in the subtlest of ways.

Your eyes wandered across Connor’s desk, noticing that it was relatively barren. Hank’s desk was littered with mementos– old donut boxes, Detroit Gears merchandise, anti-android propaganda that he’d crumpled up and intended to trash. But Connor’s desk was plain and organized. A single blue pen sat exactly parallel to his recent case file that had been neatly folded. On top of his case file was a quarter like the one he always fidgeted with. You wondered idly how many quarters he had lying around, having never seen him without one. But the only belonging of actual interest was a picture frame right beside his terminal.

Your brows furrowed as your gaze latched onto the photograph. You were staring directly at a picture of yourself.

Believing it to be a trick of the light, you reached for the picture frame and brought it closer. Sure enough, it was you.  

You stared at a version of yourself who was mid-laugh. You could almost hear your own laughter ringing in your ears. It was that genuine kind of laughter, you knew. The kind that was an obnoxious cackle you always wanted to hide. Why on earth would Connor have a picture like that framed?

Come to think of it, where did Connor even get this picture? You didn’t recognize it at all. You couldn’t even place where it was taken. There were zero clues in the photograph as you were the only focus. Nothing else, just you.

You were about to ask Hank about it when a voice over your shoulder startled you, “I really like that picture.”

An inhuman yelp escaped your lips as you spun around in Connor’s chair. You found him looking down at you with a pleasant smile, not even remotely embarrassed to be caught having a photo of you.

“Why… what even… what?” you stammered.

Connor cocked his head curiously, waiting for you to get your words out. But you couldn’t. You were so utterly confused that your brain couldn’t remember a single word in existence. You just stared at Connor with a gaping mouth, holding the picture up for his viewing pleasure. 

When you didn’t say anything, Connor’s eyebrows furrowed for only a moment before easing. An endearing habit of his that made your heart flutter. He definitely was not helping you find the right words. 

“I’d like to clear your confusion as best I can, but… I’m afraid I don’t understand its cause,” Connor said gently.

From behind, you heard Hank’s quiet snort. He wasn’t helping either.

“Well… Connor,” you started slowly like you were gradually putting the puzzle pieces together. No matter how hard you tried, the pieces weren’t fitting. “Why do you have a picture of me?”

The corners of his lips raised into a small grin, his hands moving to clasp in front of him. You knew this stance to mean he was about to tell a story.

“I asked Lieutenant Anderson about the keepsakes on his desk. I was curious as to why these particular items were objects of significance and what classified them as such,” Connor explained cheerfully. “As I recall, he said ‘I don’t know, they’re just alright, I guess.’ Perhaps my interpretation was incorrect, but I took that to mean those items made him happy.”

Connor’s smile widened slightly. That meant he was finished. He didn’t clear any of your confusion.

“Okay…?” you prompted.

“I wanted to do something similar. I thought it could help me accommodate to deviancy, so I decided to surround myself with things that make me happy.”

Your mouth clamped shut as your confused look turned to one of shock. You were almost sure you hadn’t heard him right, but another laugh (hidden behind a cough) from Hank made you confident that you had.

“I… make you happy?” you clarified.

“Yes,” Connor answered curtly. There was another long pause as you waited for Connor to continue. He seemed to get the hint by now, elaborating further. “I always enjoy your company. I look forward to seeing you when we have scheduled plans. This wasn’t a scheduled visit, so I was pleased to see you were here. It made me smile. Seeing you makes me smile.”

With all his talk of smiling, you couldn’t help cracking one of your own. Seeing your smile made Connor brighten.

“Like that,” he said. “If I could photograph and frame you right now, I would.”

You were so giddy with affection that you couldn’t help but laugh. You had never known Connor to be so poetic with his words.

“You know, Connor,” you said with careless laughter. “I came here to sweet-talk you into an interview for the Press. But here you are sweet-talking me.”

Connor looked pleased with himself, standing a little straighter. “I hope that made you smile.”

“It certainly did.”

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What DOES it mean when “replies have been turned off for this post?” I always assumed it meant the OP turned them off somehow but I’ve never done it and don’t even know where you can and some of my posts still suddenly disable replies. They aren’t getting spammy or shitty replies or anything. In fact if a post is getting trolled or spammed it’s never happened.

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Gn!reader and Connor making out in a semi-public spot and Hank is just like "OMFG PLS STOP RUINING MY INNOCENCE BOY"

Maybe hcs of every time hes caught them doing a lil too much PDA wise

(Doesn't specifically have to be making out just excess PDA, maybe Connor and reader are flirting a whole lot just whatever ur comfy with!)

Authors note: IM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA.

Characters: Connor x Gn!Reader and third wheel Hank (poor guy)

⚠Warnings⚠: Semi-Public making out, mentions of dying (just a little)

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The first time

-You and Connor think you guys are so slick

-Spoiler: you’re not

-You were both pretty new into the relationship so couldn’t keep your hands off each other

-And plus since the station barely had any people, why not sneak off with each other?

-Thinking it was gonna be for just a small while, you both are at the back of the station, smoochin’ away

-and surprise surprise

-you end up staying there long enough for Hank to actually end up getting worried

-like do you have any idea? how long you two have to be away for? for hank to get worried??

-Bc its not like he doesn't care or anything but he simply isn't used to having to actively keep an eye on you two

-but then them mother instincts kicked in after he noticed you two had been gone for a while

-He just starts asking around if anyone saw the two of you

-And happened to stumble in on you guys (poor dude screamed he needed bleach after walking in on you two)

-Lets just say that Hank kept a closer eye on you two after that

The second time

-You two have calmed down since the last incident with Hank walking in on you guys

-But of course you still had your moments with each other

-this time around you weren’t in that much of a public space (what you told yourself)

-just casually behind the Chicken Feed truck while Hank ate his lunch

-yknow, like how normal people do

-You two honestly don't really understand how it even happened

-You wanted a drink from a nearby shop since the drink you wanted wasn't sold at the Chicken Feed

- And Connor simply asked if he could tag along

-Aaand next thing you know you're both behind the Chicken Feed truck, drink long forgotten, with Connor trapped between you and the truck

-Of course, Hank gets worried again since he's a pretty slow eater so he doesn't know how you're still not back after all this time

he swears... that's it. jk jk, I'm just being stupid. anyways, he swears that you both are gonna give him a heart attack someday from how much he worries

-He tries calling you on his phone and gets confused when he hears your ringtone from behind the truck

-Time skip a few minutes later, Connor and you have red ears from Hanks grip and sulking in the car ride to the station after his lecture

-Mostly because he swears the two of you make him worried sick on purpose

The third time

-Ok. this time.

-You didn’t even try to hide it

-Like no joke, just decided to make out right there and then

-On Hanks couch.

-knowing he was about to be back in a little bit

-but heyyyy you both could’ve cared less in that moment

-A few hours earlier, you were after a suspect and one thing lead to another so all of a sudden, you were being held hostage

-So this making out was a bit justified since you almost died thinking that you were never gonna see Connor again

-And he was just as scared

-Soo both of ya just wanted to hold each other for a bit

-That’s probably why when Hank got back from doing whatever Hank does, he bit his tongue (literally) to stop a snippy remark from falling out

-He was just happy you were alive and you two were finding comfort in each other

-Albeit, a little grossed out at your show of affection

-He just cursed under his breath and went to go take a nap

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The Connor hyper fixation is SO real

Imagine giving him his first bj. He’s got a million questions and concerns about damaging your throat, but the second tongue hits tip he shuts up. Overwhelmed by the pleasure like he’s never felt before, he can’t form words anymore just noises

UGH I NEED HIM RN

Foaming at the mouth oh god... 💭

warnings: overstim(?) bj, Connor being unintentionally rough- lol, probably forgetting something!

Giving Connor his first blowie was definitely... ahem.. oh boy.

- First off the questions are so much and so overwhelming so when you simply sit between his thighs while he's rambling on these stupid useless questions about if its safe or not and when you start trailing your hands up his work slacks he stutters- genuinely stutters as he speaks, quickly shutting his mouth as he realizes he's learning and adapting to human flaw as a deviant should be.

- feeling your nose brush into his clothed crotch sends him reeling as his hands grip the couch cushions underneath him, his legs spreading further apart with ease as you bite his soft, faux skin at his hips, Connor's eyes roll back slightly as he basks in the sensation. Connor's hands traveling to ghost over your shoulder and head as you sit there- kissing and biting his torso down to his thighs

- Connor makes a sound of surpise as your fingers hook into his boxers, (which Hank advised he wore for.. well.. instances like this one) slowly slipping them off as his surprisingly sizeable length practically smacks you in the face- you stare at it, analyzing how it looks, the intrest in his attachable 'accessorie' growing on you for god knows how long

- Connor's LED going a heated purple tone as his expression is a mix between worried and excited, worried you'll be turned off or something but excited because of your hot touch and the fact he's got a pretty thing between his legs which he never in a million years would've thought were to happen to him

- When he closes his eyes for a momment to help himself regulate his core systems and not freak out he gasps as his eyes fly open to see your mouth now swallowing about 60% of his 7.5 inches of length, his hands gripping your head and shoulder roughly- making you wince just slightly at the uncontrolled strength he used.

- Connor loosening his grip as he realizes and as he tries to apologize you sink further down, causing Connor to watch in awe and have his 'breath' caught in his artificial throat. Moaning around his length out of satisfaction it makes him jolt and spread this thighs further apart for you as his systems go through a series of resets and shutdown momments

- Once you start actually moving your hand and head against his length he's letting out groans and sounds you never wouldve expexted him.. let alone an android- to make at all. His reactions almost completely mimic a true human's reactions as his body grows shakey- whatever upgrades and changes cyberlife made to make them function exactly like humans to all degrees was definitely getting put to... good use.

- Connor's voice modulator goes into overtime as his voice grows almost a little staticy when he grows closer to what you think is him cumming you assume?...

- Connor quickly tries to pry you off but when you resist and it feels more and more intense he gives up and allows you to continue- uncontrollable breathing and soft moans slip from his mouth as grips the edge of the bed so tight you fear he might rip the sheets apart.

- When he finally gets to that point his eyes roll back and his frame twitches roughly as he hunches over you, his hands gripping you so violently that you think he's trying to purposely rip your hair out as he gasps and tenses up. You swallow the... sweet?... substance?...

- You move back, out of breath and definitely confused from the sweetness of whatever you swallowed as Connor tries to catch his breath to explain what the substance was until you blurt out

" ... blue.. raspberry... flavored.. semen?"

- You start laughing as you rest your head against his thigh as he explains poorly that the substance is a faux semen replicate but with a sweet blueraz aftertaste so that when people want to get.. well.. frisky with an android they arent completely grossed out afterwards

EJSJS this is kinda bad my apologies :(.

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"hank.. what am i feeling right now?"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ connor anderson (4k800) x officer!reader

sypnosis ; connor is very interested in an officer who just joined the police force. after being told the news that they would be joining the team, connor just had to make an acquaintance with them. anything to hear their voice.

containing ; use of you/yours and they/them pronouns! connor struggling to process emotions. hank being a proud father.

author’s note ; hihi! havent written for connor in SO long so i thought this was a cute little way of them meeting each other. connor is a

04.12.24 | 1.9k words

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Everyone knew about the infamous RK800.

The last most developed and intelligent android produced by Cyberlife.

A machine built to hunt its prey and to always accomplish his mission.

But now?

A confused man sitting at his desk, elbows on the surface as he ran the fourth diagnostic this morning.

Connor was never really taught how to feel his emotions, considering that he was forced to compress them from the moment he was made. If he were to feel any sort of emotion, it was either to the scrap factory for him or a hard lecture from Amanda.

But Amanda was gone, and androids were free to express any emotion they pleased.

It’s been weeks since Markus hit the headlines for his famous android revolution. He worked with the government extensively to pass bills in order to settle android rights for the country. Connor, on the other hand, continued to work with the DPD as a full-on detective under the supervision of Liutenant Hank Anderson. Hank was more than just a coworker, but a father figure to Connor. And that brought Connor joy, an emotion Connor was well aquainted of.

But not the feeling he was experiencing now.

Connor couldn’t get his mind off a certain someone who had joined the team a bit before the revolution. You had joined a week prior, and honestly, you were kind of regretting it. As android and human tensions rose, you were on duty 24/7. Originally, you were supposed to start easy with basic patrol around a part of a city, but because you were so impatient in doing the “big kid stuff” you found yourself frequently in the middle of the android and human discourse. Your shifts nearly lasted twelve hours, and you would be absolutely exhausted.

Things are different now. Sure, there were still some situations between the two sides, but it was definitely peace compared to literal boycotts. You sat at your desk idly scrolling through your past cases, making sure that all the information was correct and accurate. On the other side of your desk was a tablet full of notes you had taken after some cases you had to deal with. What you didn’t notice was the android detective constantly glancing at you, watching your every move to see if maybe, at some point, you would notice him.

A loud groan echoing from the desk in front of Connor made him jump, immediately turning his attention to his lieutenant taking a seat in his chair. “Fucking hell..” Hank sighed. “Fowler does nothing but my bust my balls these days, huh?” Connor stared at his partner with his hands folded in his lap and eyebrows furrowed.

“Is everything okay, Lieutenant?” Connor asked, tilting his head.

“It’s nothing too serious. Fowler just wants me to take the rookie on our next homicide case. He insisted that they would be a perfect addition to the team or whatever.” Hank groaned. “Now I’m responsible for two of you fucks.”

Connor, admittedly, felt his thirium pump racing. You? As part of the team? It was almost like he could overheat and shutdown momentarily right now. “I think they would be a great addition to the team.” Connor stated, biting back from smiling. “They have an excellent track record of solving cases in an orderly and timely manner, has caught every perpretrator with their undercover skills, and had a reputation back in their training classes as one of the top students.” He explained. Hank looked over as he was slouched in his seat with arms folded across his chest.

“Jesus, Connor, you sound like some creep searching up their name on Google.” Hank scoffed, half smiling. Though this caught Connor a little off— was he being creepy? He didn’t want to leave a bad impression on you, especially now that you're about to meet for the first time. His face scrunched up in anxiety, feeling as if he made a mistake. Hank immediately took notice and sat up. “Ah— I was just joking, Connor. I’m sure you have uh.. Good intentions.” Hank reassured, though he never said he was exactly good at it.

Hank looked over to you, seeing that you were preoccupied with work despite the fact you haven’t been on a case in a few days now. Hank looked at Connor. “Well.. Why don’t you introduce yourself to them.” Hank suggested, nodding his head over to you.

Connor immediately jolted his head up, a little wide-eyed to even suggest such. “O-Of course.” Connor stuttered out. Connor never stuttered, and though Hank was in a mood after his exchange with Fowler, he certainly didn’t leave that unnoticed.

“Did you just stutter?” Hank asked, a little amused. “Are you.. Nervous?”

“Of course not, Lieutenant,” Connor replied as steadily as possible. “I am an android.”

“Connor.”

“Yes?” Connor replied, mindlessly.

“You’re a deviant, for fucks sake.”

“Oh.”

Connor, to avoid anymore embarassment from the man he deemed his father figure, swiftly got up and started to approach you. Hank watched in pure amusement, not even wanting to stop the boy from probably embarassing himself even further, but at least Hank had some faith in him. He is Detroit’s best god damn detective.

“Hello, Officer (l/n). My name is Connor. It is nice to meet you.” Connor said, putting his hand out for a shake. You looked up from your computer screen only to be met with the most chocolate eyes you’ve ever had the privilege of being in the prescence of. He smiled politely, but behind that smile he thanked Elijah that androids could not sweat, otherwise you would’ve felt the claminess of his palm.

You took his hand and shook it firmly. “A pleasure to make your aquaintance. My name is (y/n).” You smiled generously, and wow, did Connor felt like his pump couldn’t get any faster.. He cleared his throat before darting his eyes to the unoccupied chair that sat next to your desk.

“May I?” Connor asked, gesturing towards the seat.

“Of course, I’m not doing much anyway.” You nodded. Connor took a seat, and for some reason, he struggled to even maintain his balance as he sat himself down. He nearly had to think about how to fold his hands before placing them firmly on his laps and looking at you. Thankfully, you barely realized any sort of struggle as you looked away to take a swig of your morning coffee.

“So..” you said, clasping your hands. “Am I in trouble or anything?” you joked. Connor immediately shot his head up, worried he had made the wrong impression.

“Oh, no— I—” Before Connor could sputter out an explanation, you tilted your head a little and started laughing.

“Relax! I was just kidding!” You playfully waved off. Connor’s shoulders immediately relaxed as a breath he didn’t even know he was holding back escaped his lips. You looked at him curiously, a smile still resting on your face.

“I’m sorry. Usually, I am not like this.” He said, shaking his head a little in embarassment. He was always on his A game and constantly prepared. Why were you the reason for this disruption. “I.. Uh..” He couldn’t think of anymore to say. Suddenly, he got a message through his LED.

NEW MESSAGE:

HANK: tell them u think theyre pretty.

Connor blinked a bit, registering the text message. Hank was at a perfect view watching this unfold. The back of your head was visible but he could see all of Connor’s reactions, who desperately tried to maintain a polite smile.

“I think you’re very pretty, (y/n).” Connor complimented.

“Oh— ah—” A subtle blush began to form on your cheeks as your eyes widen a little, not expecting a compliment from a handsome android such as Connor. “Why thank you, Connor. I wasn’t expecting that as our first conversation.” You chuckled a little. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

Thirium was rushing through his circuits and to his cheeks. The faintest color of blue appeared dusted on his face. “Thank you.” He maintained a calm, neutral voice. They stared at each other for a minute, sort of registering the sort of corny first conversation the two of you had.

“Ah.. I almost forgot to mention.” Connor snapped back to reality. “I came here to introduce myself sfter I heard that you were joining our team on our next investigation. It’s good to make an aquaintance with our future team member.” Connor smiled politely.

“Why thank you. I am very excited to work with you and Lieutenant Anderson.” You nodded. “Though I will miss working with Gavin and Chris’ team.”

Ah, that’s right. You used to work with Gavin. It almost left a bad taste in Connor’s mouth knowing that Gavin probably spat some awful opinions about him to you. Though from the looks of it, you were enjoying your conversation with him which eased him.

“I promise we will a provide a welcoming and safe space in our team, and of course, to make sure you don’t come into harms way.” Connor assured. Though he was mainly promising this to you personally. God forbids Connor seeing you get hurt.

“Why thank you, Connor.” You said, tilting your head. Connor was rather intriguing to you— an android acting this way around you. His LED constantly switched between yellow and blue as if he was making sure to process every word you uttered. Yet he was so human— he would scratch the back of his neck, fidget with his fingers, and shuffle a bit in his seat. You would think someone as advanced as him would at least be able to have a composure, but he was different. It was something you admired about him.

“(l/n), in my office!” Captain Fowler called from the balcony of his room. You looked over to Connor before sighing.

“Well, boss is calling me. I’ll talk to you afterwards?” You suggested as you stood from your seat.

“Of course.” Connor replied, shielding his excitement. He stood up from his chair as well. “I’d be happy to talk again, (y/n).”

“Likewise.” You winked. With that, you left your desk and headed straight to Fowler’s office. Connor stood shellshocked. Did you just.. Wink at him?! Connor’s eyes slowly drifted to Hank, who was chuckling heartily. He gave Connor an assuring thumbs up as Connor made his way back to their desks.

“You’d be a shit detective if this is how you acted all the time.” Hank snickered. Connor grinned a little before taking a seat back at his desk.

“I know.” Connor sighed, leaning a little back in his chair. He at you through the glass walls, noticing your upright posture and the way you listened intently to Captain Fowler’s words. He looked over to Hank before thinning his lips.

“Lieutenant?” Connor asked.

“What is it, son?”

“What am I.. Feeling right now?” Connor asked, a little lost on how to explain it. “I can only think about them— only envision them when I close my eyes. I get nervous and its like my programming has reduced to 0s and 1s.” He sighed, hell, even a little frustrated that you had this affect on him.

Hank with a wide smile, shook his head and looked at Connor with a knowing stare. Connor looked up, both lost while desperate for an answer and maybe even a cure. Hank sat up and made sure to look at Connor right in the yes.

“Connor,” Hank sighed, grinning. “Son, that feeling your experiencing is called love. And your plastic ass better get used to it.”

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thank you so much for reading towards the end ! im sorry if its a little messy-- i quickly had to post this before hanging out w some friends but i just wanted to get this out of the way rq! reblogs, replies, and even likes are so so appreciated <3

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

Missed You || Connor (RK800)

Summary: You couldn't wait for date night.

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

{Masterlist}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ding!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Tongue

(Connor x Reader)

Summary: Connor reminds you how good he is with his tongue. (Female Reader)

Warnings: SMUT (MDNI). Explicit Sexual Content. Oral (Female Receiving). Sort of Sub! Connor. Established Relationship. Connor has a Praise Kink. No Y/N. Petnames (Love).

Word Count: 1,126

“I love you.”

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You smiled at Connor’s words, chest heaving as you watched him turn toward you on the bed and lean up to kiss you softly. There was still a soft whirring sound coming from within him which he’d once explained to you being his internal fans coming on to cool him down and it never failed to make you feel a little proud of yourself when this happened after you two slept with each other. When Connor separated you gave him a soft smile, pulling him closer to look him in the eyes as he rested a hand on your chest.

“I love you, too.”

“Do you need anything or can we cuddle?”

Connor loved physical affection and he was terribly fond of having you close after sleeping with you. It never failed to make you smile, finding his affectionate nature terribly sweet. But nonetheless, you shook your head softly.

“We can cuddle in a few minutes. I’d like to clean up first.”

Connor’s eyes drifted down your body and the hand still on your chest traveled down your body toward your core. His mouth fell open, a small gasp escaping him when his synthetic skin came into contact with his artificial semen, still leaking out of you. “I did make quite a mess, didn’t I?”

“You did but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it.”

“Allow me to clean it up.”

Your breath caught in your throat at the sultry tone of his voice, his eyes still locked on yours as he moved his body down toward your core. “Are you sure?”

“I have quite the talented tongue.”

“That is true.”

“And you know I love this.”

That was also true because Connor loved eating you out, loved the feeling of your thighs around him, the sensation of being on his knees for you and the pleasure he could draw from you with his tongue. And as soon as you’d given him a nod of consent he dove right in, his tongue running up your fold, licking off his artificial spent from your skin. Every now and again his tongue would lightly brush your clit, making you gasp out, but all too soon that pressure was gone.

“Connor, please, please stop teasing.”

“Teasing?” He whispered face inched from your wet core, the heat of his breath sending shivers down your spine. “I’m not teasing you. I’m cleaning up the mess I made.”

His words were a stark contrast with the teasing tone of them and when he went back to eating you out, his tongue was far from where you wanted it to be. Your legs clamped shut around his head as you let out a frustrated whine, breath coming in short pants at his teasing. And thankfully, that seemed to have convinced him because his eyes locked with yours before he moved his mouth higher, lips finally encircling your clit fully. The moan you let out as he began gently suckling the nub of nerves made his eyes flutter shut.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You breathed out, grabbing his hair and pulling his face deeper into your folds, eliciting a moan from him that sent vibrations through your core. “Connor, you’re so-- so good at this. You’re so good!”

If Connor loved one thing more than giving you pleasure, it was hearing your praise for it. Whenever you praised him, no matter what it was about, it was sure to get a blue blush to spread across Connor’s cheeks and when it was in an intimate moment such as this that flush would spread all the way down to his chest. And as you peered down you saw that this was the point as Connor’s freckled chest was covered in a soft blue flush.

“So good, Con. You’re always so good.”

Another moan sending vibrations up your spine almost sent you over the edge and your fingers tightened in Connor’s hair as your chest arched off the bed in pleasure. Soft pleas fell from your lips as Connor suckled and licked at your clit. By the way his LED flickered yellow as he ate you out you knew he was carefully choosing how much pressure to apply to give you the maximum amount of pleasure he could elicit from you without hurting you.

“I’m so-- so close, Con. Please, please just keep going and-- Oh, you’re so good at this! You eat my pussy so-- so well, like you were made for it.”

It was his obscene moan at your words, combined with the vibrations that it sent through the oversensitive nerves he’d been lapping at that sent you over the edge and you arched off the bed as you came. Your legs tightened around Connor’s head, eliciting another moan from him as your fingers tightened in his hair. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through your body and Connor kept up the movements of his tongue, dutifully eating you out until your orgasm had passed. Only then did he slowly withdraw from you, gazing up at you with a dazed expression, his eyes half-lidded and a small smile on his lips.

Gently, you reached down to cup his cheek with your hand, running a thumb over his cheekbones as you both caught your breath. Swallowing thickly, Connor slowly crawled up the bed until he was next to you again where he let himself flop down, his head on your shoulder as he took a few deep breaths. Always delighted to feel his weight on top of your body, you pulled him closer to which he gave you a big smile.

“I love you so much, Con.”

“I love you, too.” He whispered back, pressing a gentle kiss to your chest. “Are you alright?”

“I’m amazing.” You smiled down at him before running a hand down his side. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m great, Love.”

“I’m glad.” You smiled softly, carding your fingers through his hair. “For now, I’d like to cuddle with you but we really need a shower or a bath later on.”

Connor glanced down at your bodies and nodded once. “I think you’re right. I can draw you a bath whenever you want.”

“In a bit.” You closed your eyes, pulling him a little closer as you two snuggled up on the bed. “I’d like to stay like this for a bit.”

“Then we will.”

“You really are good with your tongue.”

“It’s amusing that it was originally designed to analyse samples.” Connor mused before he looked up at you, a teasing smirk on his lips. “Now that I think of it, if you’d like me to analyse the PH balance of your--”

“Connor!”

“I’m joking.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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Undercover Masterlist (Connor x Reader)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

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Undercover Ch. 10 (Connor x Reader)

Summary: On your first day back at work, you and Connor decide to make your relationship known. (Female Reader) Warnings: Chapter 10/10. Last One. No Y/N. Petnames (Love, Sweetheart). Detective Reader. Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62247359/chapters/159245413#workskin Previous Chapter

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”--This case and the perpetrators’ motifs have once more sparked a conversation about the manufacturing of donor biocomponents and whose jurisdiction this would fall under after CyberLife was reformed from a place of production to one of repair. The president of the United States has been in contact with the leader of the android revolution, the RK200 Markus, to once more unravel this time-sensitive topic. Get updates on the development of this conversation right here on Channel Four.”

The next news topic faded into the background because as soon as you and Connor walked in, hand in hand, a commotion erupted from across the bullpen. You two had not made your relationship public for the past two weeks, opting to wait until the ripples caused by the case had died down and you were able to go back to work. But now that Ashley and Dave had been sentenced and you were cleared to go back to work -- albeit while working from your desk for the next few weeks -- you two felt like it was the right time to tell your coworkers and friends you were a couple. But you didn’t quite know how to breach this topic of discussion, so you’d just opted for entering the precinct as a couple on your first day back on the job.

“I knew it!”

You couldn’t help but smirk at Gavin’s enthusiastic exclamation and you watched as he hit Nines in the arm to make him look away from you and Connor. The android gave Gavin a surprisingly affectionate look before nodding his head.

“You really did, I have to admit.”

Hank leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as you and Connor arrived at his desk. “That explains why you’ve been spending almost every other night at her flat. I know your excuse of just feeling safer that way was fishy.”

“It wasn’t an excuse. The two of us really find comfort in each others’ presence.”

“Gross.”

“Gavin, I will smack you.” You hissed at your friend and shook your head. “We were attacked and frankly, even with speaking to a therapist, I feel a little uneasy about being alone which is why Connor spends almost every night at my place right now.”

“Yeah, that and to bang you.”

Hank was the one to smack Gavin, dealing a light blow to his arm to make him stop talking. “Stop it, Reed.”

“Thank you.” Connor nodded wisely. “I had my Thirium pumped ripped from my body, so I don’t find it hard to believe that I’d find comfort in sharing the bed with someone.”

“Yeah, I bet you shared each others’ bed.”

“Can you be serious for one second?” Nines rolled his eyes at Gavin’s words. “The two of them were attacked and injured which can be traumatising even to a police officer and all you think about is sexual intercourse?”

“Fine, I’ll stop.”

“I love the fact that out of every here, you listen to Nines when he tells you to stop.” You chuckled and leaned into Connor’s side. “But I also fail to see how my sex life is any of your concern, Gavin.”

“All I’m saying is that I have to find a good robo-fucker song to set as your ringtone now.” Gavin grinned and narrowed his eyes in thought. “Maybe ‘Computer Boy’ by Poppy?”

“I did fall in love with the man of the future.”

At your joke, Gavin’s grin only grew. “You got a thing for your laptop, computer.”

“I can’t believe Gavin was right about something!”

You all looked up to find Tina approaching you and when she got to the desk she flopped down to sit on it, shaking her head at her friend who just flipped her off much to the woman’s amusement.

“But I’m happy for you two. I knew you two were getting closer and closer every time we checked in on you. It was just a matter of time until you got together.”

“I second that.” Hank said in amusement, giving Connor a teasing smile. “You two were practically fused at the hip whenever we called you.”

Gavin nodded his head in agreement. “And he gave you his jacket, you two held hands, you danced and all that romantic stuff, so I was totally expecting you two to get together. But I’m happy for you two.”

“Me, too.” Nines said with a smile, fixing Connor’s eyes. “I know you’ve been infatuated with her for the longest time.”

“Nines, don’t tell her!”

“Was that wrong of me to say? I was under the impression that it was fairly obvious since you two did start a relationship.”

“I guess you’re right, it’s pretty obvious that I love her.”

You smiled softly at that and leaned in to press a kiss on Connor’s cheek. “I love you, too.”

“That is my cue to leave!” Gavin exclaimed and made a face. “I don’t need to listen to you two confessing your love for each other.”

“Why? Because you’re jealous?”

“Why would I be jealous?”

“He has no reason to be jealous anymore.” Tina grinned and wriggled her eyebrows at Gavin, earning herself a glare from him. “It’s not like it’s a secret that you and Nines banged.”

“Not anymore.” You said in amusement, chuckling as Gavin’s face heated up and he glared at you. “Don’t act like that. You’ve been annoying Connor and me for weeks now.”

“She’s right, you know?”

Gavin rolled his eyes at Connor’s agreement. “You agreeing with her isn’t really a surprise, tin-can.”

“You think just because I love my partner that I cannot be objective, meat-bag?”

You chuckled at their bickering, leaning your head against Connor’s shoulder to which he pulled you closer to his body, his hand beginning to stroke your side. Smiling at his ministrations, you laced your fingers with his where his hand lay on your side. Connor was smiling brightly, making Hank’s lips twitch upwards, as well. Tina was still poking fun at Gavin and the man was just rolling his eyes at her, bickering back while Nines watched them with an amused smirk on his lips.

“I’m happy to be back home.” You said, looking back at Connor with a smile. “And I’m even happier that we’re in a relationship now. I really love you, Con.”

“I love you, too. I’m glad you took the first step and kissed me.”

“I guess Gavin was right, after all.”

“How so?”

“This really was like the plot of a romance novel.”

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Undercover Ch. 9 (Connor x Reader)

Summary: You and Connor end up in the hospital. Gavin loses his mind over your stubbornness, and you two get informed about what happened to Ashley and Dave, as well as how your injuries are doing. And you two also finally talk about your relationship. (Female Reader) Warnings: Chapter 9/10. No Y/N. Petnames (Love, Sweetheart). Discussions of Injury and Medical Procedures (Nothing Graphic). Detective Reader. Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62247359/chapters/159245413#workskin Previous Chapter

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“You should get back to your bed and rest up.”

“No, I want to be there when Connor wakes up.”

“But you’re injured.”

“They fixed me up and gave me an infusion as well as a blood transfusion.”

“You were stabbed multiple times!”

“Connor feels anxious when he has to go to CyberLife and was treated in their hospital wing. I don’t want him to wake up and be afraid. I want to be there for him.”

Connor heard the voices around him before he had even opened his eyes and for some strange reason hearing you arguing with Gavin was immensely comforting. He couldn’t even remember shutting down but when he opened his eyes he found himself in a hospital room, wires attached to his head and limbs. Letting his eyes flicker over he found you in a chair next to his bed, one hand on his arm but your head facing away from him as you argued with Gavin who seemed to have just noticed Connor waking up because he nodded in the android’s direction.

“He’s awake.”

“Connor!” You exclaimed in relief and brought his hand up to hold it against your chest. “You shut down the moments the paramedics got down stilling my bleeding and when we got here, they-- they took you right to the CyberLife wing of the hospital and-- and I had to go get treated and I didn’t know whether or not you were fine and--”

Gavin interrupted you with a hand to your shoulder. “Breathe or you’ll give the nurses a heart attack with how much your heart rate is skyrocketing.”

“Sorry.” You breathed out, letting go of his hand to raise the index finger of your uninjured one and show Connor the clip still attached to it. “They’re still monitoring me very closely, so-- so they can see if my heart rate goes up. I just-- I was so worried about you.”

“I’m fine, I promise.” He said gently, reaching out to cup your cheek to which you instantly relaxed some. “My auditory units were damaged which was why I was so off balance back at the house and I lost a lot of Thirium when my pump was ripped out.”

“That’s brutal.” Gavin said, making a face before shaking his head. “But speaking of the attack, Ashley and Dave have been taken in for treatment but they are being supervised around the clock by police officers. They confessed the moment they came to again.”

You nodded along to those words, having already heard the news when you had woken up from surgery. “Hank is talking to my doctor outside and Nines is talking to the mechanic who repaired you. They’ll be here with you in a bit.”

“Thank you.” Connor said with a smile before sitting up properly and eyeing you in worry. “Should you not be resting?”

“Thank you!” Gavin exclaimed in exasperation and put his hands on his hips. “Will you rest, now that your robo boyfriend told you to?”

“While I have to tell him once more that he needs to stop shipping us, I agree with Gavin that you should rest.”

“I wanted to be there when you woke up because you said being at CyberLife makes you feel anxious.” You reasoned, taking his hand off your cheek to hold it in your uninjured one, not liking the idea of letting go of Connor after everything that had happened. “Besides that, I would really like to keep holding your hand.”

“And I’m in the wrong for thinking you two should get together?”

Pointedly ignoring Gavin, Connor swung his legs off the side of the bed before standing up and helping you out of your chair. Then he walked you back to your bed where he helped you lie down before sitting down at the edge of it and taking your hand into both of his, making you smile softly as you relaxed against your pillow.

“Thank you, Con.”

“I’ll leave you two alone for a second and get Hank and Nines.” Gavin said and walked toward the door before turning back to grin at the two of you. “Don’t hook up while I’m gone.”

“Gavin, she was stabbed twice, so I don’t think sexual intercourse would be beneficial right now.”

“So that is your only issue with that?”

You rolled your eyes at his words and shook your head, wanting Gavin to leave so you could speak to Connor in private. “Just go, Gavin.”

“Fine, I will!” He chuckled before looking at Connor with a serious expression. “Just make sure she rests.”

“I will.”

With Gavin gone, Connor didn’t hesitate a second before placing one of his hands on your cheek and pulling you in for a kiss, making you lean up to meet him as your eyes fluttered shut. Connor let his own close, one arm wrapping around you as he simply let himself enjoy the feeling of having you so near to him again, of getting to hold you again after everything that had happened. When you two separated he kept close to you and you looked up at him with a soft smile.

“I meant every word I said to you yesterday. I love you, Connor.”

“I love you, too.” He confessed once more, a smile spreading on his face. “But I am not that well versed on the definitions of human relationships. Does that mean we are a couple now?”

“If you’d like to, then yes.”

“I would love that. Would you?”

“Absolutely.”

Connor smiled brightly and leaned down to kiss you swiftly once more before pulling back when he heard footsteps approaching, withdrawing his hand from around you to place it back on your uninjured one. “Do you want to tell them?”

“When all of this is settled.”

Connor nodded at you just as the door opened, revealing Gavin who was followed by Hank and Nines. The three of them came inside and crowded around the bed you two were on. None of them spoke for a second, looking relieved that you two were alright until Connor asked them what had been on his mind.

“What did the doctors say about her injuries? I was able to scan the injury to her shoulder but by the time her hand got stabbed, I was not able to do so anymore. Was there any serious damage to the surrounding structures?”

“She got really lucky. The doctors said the knife missed any important nerves, tendons and muscles in both her shoulder and her hand.” Hank explained, placing a hand on Connor’s back. “She’ll have to take some time to heal and she can only do paperwork at the precinct for a while but she’ll be fine.”

“And so will you.” Nines chimed in, fixing Connor with a serious expression. “Neither your Thirium pump nor your auditory units were damaged beyond repair. The mechanic managed to fix both of them and he said there would be no lasting damage to either of the components. Once you’ve filled your Thirium reserves back up, you should physically be back to normal.”

Hank nodded quickly. “Physically meaning that the both of you have the right to see the DPD’s therapist and talk about what happened. I know I’m not one to talk about seeking out help but I really think you should do it.”

“I must say that I second Hank’s sentiment.”

“I third it!”

“That is not a thing, Gavin.”

“Get off my dick, Nines.”

“If you two start fighting I will single-handedly kick your asses out.” Hank said sternly, making both Nines and Gavin shut up before he turned back to you and Connor. “Now that the case is over, you two can finally come home. Fowler is taking over from here, taking care of all the legal proceedings and you two are officially done with the case. You did a good job out there.”

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Undercover Ch. 8 (Connor x Reader)

Summary: Someone breaks into you and Connor's home, leaving you two to fight for your lives. (Female Reader) Warnings: Chapter 8/10. No Y/N. Petnames (Love, Sweetheart). Break-Ins. Attacks. Fighting. Violence. Injuries. Blood. Reader gets Stabbed (Hand, Shoulder). Connor gets Injured (Biocomponent Ripped Out). Detective Reader. Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62247359/chapters/159245413#workskin Previous Chapter

“Are you alright?”

You didn’t answer immediately, too focused on listening to see if you’d hear anything else after being woken up by a loud noise. After your call with Hank, during which it had been decided that in the morning Ashley and Dave would be taken in for questioning and that their blood and Thirium would be compared to the samples found on the two crime scenes, you and Connor had not continued your conversation from before and instead headed to bed.

“Did you hear something?”

After a few more seconds of silence, you looked down at Connor who was still lying next to you but with his upper body supported by his elbows, his eyes focused on you. Since you didn’t hear anything else, not even the hint of footsteps or other movement around the house, you reasoned that it might have simply been a noise from outside. Gently, you pushed Connor down onto his back again before settling your head on his chest where it had rested before you’d woken up.

“A loud noise woke me up but I didn’t hear anything else, so maybe it came from outside.”

In the darkness you saw Connor’s LED blink yellow as he looked down at you, his arms coming up to hold you once again. “What did it sound like?”

“It was a loud bang, like a car door slamming shut.” You explained, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. “But I sat here for five minutes and I heard nothing else, no footsteps, no creaks, no movement. And I have good ears.”

For a second Connor seemed unsure but then he nodded his head and his arms tightened around you. Your hand came up to gently card over his shoulder, down his arm and back up again, repeating the pattern until you felt him relaxed against you. He released a soft breath as his LED circled back to blue, closing his eyes again, and you cuddled a little closer to him as you kept up your ministrations.

The two of you had almost fallen asleep again when from downstairs there came the unmistakable noise of glass breaking downstairs followed by the sound of a door slamming open. As you scrambled off Connor, getting onto your knees on the bed as he got to his feet, situating himself between you and the door.

“That came from inside. It sounded like it came from the kitchen.”

Fear overtook you but you forced yourself to get up, approaching Connor but keeping your eyes on the door to the bedroom. “They’re not even trying to be quiet anymore. They’re getting careless.”

“Careless means desperate.”

“Desperate means dangerous.”

“I have already wirelessly contacted Nines and he says someone will be here in approximately twenty-six minutes. We have to see who the person downstairs is in case they leave when the police arrive.” Connor said before taking a step toward the door and holding up a hand when you began to move, making you stop. “Stay behind me.”

You wanted to argue with him, to tell him you wouldn’t let him endanger himself like that but you knew there was no time to be wasted on arguing so you reluctantly agreed. The two of you moved into the hallway and peered down the staircase into the darkness of the ground floor, listening for any noise. Then the sound of slow, quiet footsteps could be heard and Connor brought a hand up, indicating for you to stay still.

“There’s only one set of footsteps and they are moving toward the backdoor.”

“They must be letting their accomplice inside.��� You said quietly, taking a deep breath. “If they are opening the backdoor, then we have a chance to overpower them.”

“Let’s move.”

The two of you quickly made your way downstairs and once on the ground floor, you rounded the bottom of the stairs to get to the backdoor, approaching the figure standing there with their back to you. But when you saw that there was no one outside the door you stopped in your tracks, unease creeping up your spine as you wondered why the figure was standing there if they weren’t letting anyone inside. Connor had also stopped but before either of you could do anything, someone grabbed you by the shoulder and pulled you backwards.

Then a searing pain began, radiating from your shoulder up your neck and down your left arm, making you scream out. As you glanced down you saw that your attacker had stabbed you, plunging a knife into your shoulder from behind you. Connor’s head whipped around and he spurred into motion to help you. But the second he turned away from the backdoor the figure standing there began moving toward him.

“Connor, watch out!”

You tried to get to him but it only made the knife dig deeper into your flesh, making you shout in pain and in horror you realised that you were effectively pinned to your attacker. But Connor had heard your call and he turned back to the figure, managing to dodge their attempt to hit him and grabbing onto their arm in one swift motion, causing the hood that was covering their face to fall.

“Ashley?”

The android didn’t answer him and quickly pulled out a gun, aiming it at his head and making him raise his hands in an appeasing gesture, trying to diffuse the situation. Ashley’s eyes were filled with tears and her hands shook as she trained the gun on his head.

“Don’t fucking move!”

Your breathing came out ragged as you dared to peer up at your attacker, seeing that it was Dave who was holding you to his chest, keeping a tight grip on the knife in your shoulder. When he spoke up his frame moved and you hissed as the knife did with it.

“I knew you two were liars.” He said quietly, his voice shaking with emotion. “You showed so much interest in the attacks, you were so quick to get to the crime scenes and I always knew I’d seen Connor somewhere before. Do you remember me, Connor?”

“Dave, would you please let her go?” Connor asked gently but sternly, making use of his negotiator skills. “She is injured and if you move the knife you might cause damage to the surrounding ligaments in her shoulder.”

“Answer the question, Connor!” Dave snapped, making you hiss in pain as the knife moved. “I worked as a security guard in numerous locations and I worked in the Stratford Tower. I was on duty the day you came to investigate the break-in there. You are a RK800 model, originally designed to hunt down deviants. I knew I remembered you from somewhere!”

“You are correct about that, Dave.” Connor said calmly, trying not to agitate the man. “I used to investigate deviants but now I am one myself and work for the police. They are already on their way, Dave. If you tell them the truth--“

“No!” Ashley snapped suddenly, getting closer to Connor and almost pressing the gun to his temple. “You want us to tell the truth when you’ve lied to us all these weeks? You’re not a married couple, you’re undercover cops! Was it all a lie? Did you ever fucking care for either of us?”

“We did.” You ground out, making Ashley glance at you for a second. “And we understand how dire your situation is.”

Ashley glanced at the ground for a second and Connor took that split second of inattendence to grab the gun, directing it at the ceiling just as the trigger was pulled. Then he turned around with Ashley and slammed her into the wall, using his body to pin her to it as he wrestled the gun away from her, sending it flying across the living room until it collided with the fireplace.

Dave screamed her name and you noticed his grip on the knife faltering, spurring you into action. You used your elbow to deal a hard blow to the man’s chest before ducking out from under his arms, trying to make a run for the gun. But Dave was a security guard and he was as trained in combat as you were, so he reacted immediately and used his leg to kick yours out from underneath your body, sending you flying to the ground where you just so managed to break your fall with your uninjured arm.

“You fucking liar!” He hissed as he grabbed your ankle to pull you back toward him as you tried to kick him. “We’re just trying to save Ashely! Why won’t you let us save Ashley?”

You got a hard kick in against his temple with the heel of your foot, disorienting him enough to let you go and you stumbled to your feet. “Save her how?”

“We’ve found out that given its new state-of-the-art technology the RK800’s biocomponents are compatible with any other model, except for the YK500 models.”

“You want to save Ashley by dissembling Connor?”

“Why do you fucking care? He’s not your fucking husband anyway!”

As Dave got up and you once more attempted to get to the gun Ashley had managed to get free and was now trying to get the upper hand again but Connor wasn’t letting her, dodging her attacks with ease. That was until Dave got a grab at you and managed to pin you to the floor, making Connor turn to you in concern which allowed Ashley to overpower him. In a fraction of a second, she grabbed his head and slammed it against the wall, making Connor stumble and fall to his knees as disorientation overtook him, Thirium trickling down from where his chassis had been cracked open.

You screamed his name as Connor tried to get Ashley back under control while also trying not to lose his balance again. Dave pinned you down as you attempted to get back up and though you knew it was a bad idea, though you knew that it might cause significantly more blood loss, you did the only thing you could think of and grabbed the handle of the knife still stuck in your shoulder before yanking it out. Then you flipped your hand and buried the knife inside his leg making him stumble off you and clutch himself. When he tried to get up and get at you again, he fell to the ground in pain where he hit his head and passed out mere seconds later.

“Dave!”

Ashely’s outburst made you look up and she immediately let off Connor to come to her partner’s aide, falling to her knees beside him and fretting over his injuries before she turned to you in anger. Before you could get away from her she had a grip on your ankle and due to her being an android she easily managed to pull you back toward her where she grabbed you by the back of the neck, making you look at her.

“I’m going to shut down! I need new biocomponents and I will get them!” She sounded so desperate and afraid that despite her actions you still felt a pang of pity for her as you watched tears begin to stream down her face. “I want to live!”

She grabbed the knife and pulled it from Dave’s leg, raising it above her head to gain momentum and pinning your hand to the ground. Connor called out your name and stumbled to his legs to help you but before he could Ashley rammed the knife through your hand, just between two of the metacarpals there, and into the wooden floor beneath her, the strength she had at her disposal as an android effectively pinning you to the floor as you screamed in pain.

“Let her go!”

You heard Connor’s voice, static lacing it and you knew he must have suffered internal damage while fighting Ashley. She turned to him upon hearing his voice, anger and desperation on her face as tears ran down her cheeks.

“I don’t want to die, Connor! I want to live and I deserve to live!”

“You do but-- but you don’t get to harm other people to achieve that.” His voice sounded pressed, so full of pain that you felt nothing short of absolute terror rise in you as it betrayed how much damage Ashley had done. “Ashley, let us help you.”

“You lied to me and now you want to help?”

“Ashley, there is no way to win this. Your systems-- they are failing you and I am built to be stronger than you. There is no-- no way to overpower me.”

“You’re injured. I damaged your auditory units and your balance is off.”

“I know but I cannot let you hurt her.”

“You two aren’t even a real fucking couple, so why do you care?”

“I love her.”

She stilled for a second, breathing deeply as she held her chest in pain and then she shook her head before attacking Connor once more, desperation outweighting any other emotion. Your vision was blurring from pain and blood loss and you couldn’t quite make out what was happening as they fought. But everything came into focus again when Connor screamed in pain and collapsed to his knees, Ashley standing over him and holding his Thirium pump in her hand.

Behind her Connor tried to grab for it, tried to reach it but he collapsed onto the ground next to her, breathing heavily and his voice coming out static as he pleaded for her not to harm you. His eyes flickered back to you, desperation and terror clear in them but your vision wasn’t blurry anymore and you felt clearer in the head than before.

Adrenaline was a powerful thing and while androids could withstand a lot, the human body was resilient and the human spirit even more so. Gathering the last of your strength, you grabbed the knife and yanked it from your hand, freeing yourself. Ashley was too occupied trying to replace her Thirium pump to notice you staggering to your feet, breathing heavily as you stumbled over to the fireplace where you quickly grabbed the gun.

Another shot rang through the house and Ashley fell to the ground, blue blood pooling underneath her as it oozed from the wound in her stomach, her LED flickering off and Connor’s Thirium pump clattering to the floor. You fell to your knees, the pain making you delirious and your vision blurring but even still you crawled to where the biocomponent lay and grabbed it before continuing on to Connor.

He could barely move anymore but his hands grasped for yours as you pulled his upper body into your lap. Blood was oozing from your injured hand but you still brought it to his face to try and soothe him as you pushed the Thirium pump back into place.

“I love you, too.” You whispered out, tears running down your cheeks. “Please, please stay with me. I love you so much.”

Connor surged up, gasping for air and eyes locking with yours before drifting down to the wounds you had sustained. Immediately he tried to get to his feet in an attempt to help you but he collapsed back onto the ground, not able to keep his balance with the loss of Thirium and the damage to his auditory units. Still, he pushed himself upright on the floor and then brought up both of his hands, interlacing his fingers and pressing the heel of his right one down on the wound to stop the bleeding, using the other one to apply pressure. Pain surged through you and you cried out but Connor shushed you gently.

“I know it hurts but I have to stop the bleeding.” He said gently as you sagged against his chest, weakly using your uninjured hand to apply pressure to the injured one. “I got you. You’ll be fine and I won’t leave your side until-- until you’re well again.”

“You look-- You look like you’re about to-- to pass out, Connor.”

He shook his head but then blinked rapidly, the movement making his vision blur but the approaching sirens reassured him that help was on the way. “I will stay with you, still. I love you.”

“And I love you.”

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Undercover Ch. 7 (Connor x Reader)

Summary: With you now suspecting Ashley and Dave as the culprits, you try to subtly question them. But it seems that they are also suspecting that there is something off about you and Connor. When you and Connor come back from questioning employees at CyberLife you two have a serious talk that eventually boarders on discussing your relationship. But you once more get interrupted by a call from the DPD. (Female Reader) Warnings: Chapter 7/10. No Y/N. Petnames (Love, Sweetheart). Discussions of Crime Scenes and Break-Ins. Connor Breaks his own Fingers as an excuse to go to CyberLife. Detective Reader. Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62247359/chapters/159245413#workskin Previous Chapter

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“You two are sitting so close together that you might as well crawl into Connor’s robo lap at this point.”

“Why would I do that, Gavin?”

“Because you two have obviously fallen madly in love with each other because you had to fake being married to each other for weeks on end.” Gavin chuckled at your question and pointed at the screen, grinning at Connor’s blue cheeks. “Am I right, Connor?”

The two of you had decided not to tell anyone about your kiss and how close you had gotten until after the end of your undercover mission so as to not appear unprofessional. You were worried that if you’d let it slip you two would be pulled from the investigation and you wanted to prevent that with how close you were to catching the culprit.

But that didn’t mean that you couldn’t hold onto Connor’s hand out of the sight of the cameras. So when you brought a hand down to lay on top of where his was positioned on his thigh you felt Connor’s eyes shifting toward you before falling toward your intertwined hands. At Connor’s silence and the downward shift of his gaze, Hank narrowed his eyes, looking at the android in confusion.

“What are you two doing?”

“I swear if you’re jerking Connor’s robo dick while speaking to me I’m going to come over there and hit you.”

“Can you stop putting the word ‘robo’ in front of any word that has something to do with Connor?”

“You’re not denying it!”

“Can we have one conversation that doesn’t turn into you asking whether or not the two of them have fallen in love?” Nines groaned, leaning into the frame from the side to glare at Gavin. “What is it with you and wanting the two of them to get intimate with each other?”

Hank had to suppress a laugh at that. “Intimate? You sound like an old man trying to give someone the talk.”

“Don’t mind him, guys.” Tina’s voice called from a little further away as she had presumably overheard the conversation. “He’s just shipping the two of you!”

Connor’s LED blinked to yellow at Tina’s words. “Shipping us to where?”

“Not like that Con.” Now Tina’s voice was coming closer until her head appeared on screen, as well. “It means he wants you two to get into a relationship like one would while watching a couple on a television show.”

“I see.” Connor nodded before shaking his head “Gavin, we are actual people and not a fictional couple you can root for.”

“And besides that, there is a murderer on the loose.”

Everyone quieted down at Nines’ words, realising how much you had derailed the conversation away from the very serious topic it pertained to. Connor’s hand turned underneath yours so he could grasp it properly and you couldn’t help but lean slightly more into his body. Hank cleared his throat, seeing as no one was speaking up.

“You two texted me that you found possible subjects. Who is it?”

“Two of our neighbours.” You explained softly “They are a couple comprised of a human and an android who need new biocomponents due to being damaged during the revolution. They also fit the model of the blood we’ve found in the Jeffersons' bathroom. The two fit the profile perfectly.”

“Then let’s take them in for questioning.”

“Actually, we’d like you to wait a bit longer, so we can be sure. We have no idea how the two of them would react and if they aren’t the culprits the real ones might take notice of the police proceedings and flee.” Connor reasoned with Hank, his hand never leaving yours. “We did find some human blood at the scene of the last break-in and the plan is to see if it matches the human component of our suspects.”

“The two of them had a medical emergency yesterday to which we helped them back home and they went to get the android part of the couple to CyberLife for repairs. That’s when we found out about the damage to their biocomponents.”

Connor nodded along to your words. “And now we’re planning on getting the human’s blood sample before a new break-in happens.”

“That already happened.”

“What?”

“Didn’t you notice?” Gavin asked in confusion, eyeing Connor. “Someone tried to break into one of the houses on Fairfield Street but they didn’t get inside. The occupants called the police yesterday at around nine.”

Hank looked at the two of you in surprise. “Didn’t you hear any sirens? It wasn’t that far from your house.”

“No, we didn’t.” Connor whispered before his eyes grew wide and he turned his face to yours. “It must have happened when we went on our walk after we left the birthday celebration yesterday. We must have been too far to hear it.”

“That makes sense.” You nodded your head, eyes fixed on Connor. “Could it have been one of our suspects? They texted me earlier today and told me they spent hours at CyberLife after they’d left, and that they got back after twelve. We need to verify those claims.”

“Then instead of comparing the blood samples, we’ll start with going to CyberLife to ask if one of them left early.”

“That sounds like a plan.” Nines concluded before nodding his head. “Once again, please be careful and contact me if you need any of our backup.”

After your call, the two of you had quickly gotten ready to head to CyberLife. While you snatched your keys, Connor grabbed an umbrella to shield you two against the downpour of rain outside. You were just about to head out when there was a ring at the door, so you quickly went over to open it, revealing Ashley and Dave.

“Were you two about to head out?”

“Yes, but if you two need anything we can postpone.” Connor said and quickly ushered the two of them inside, not wanting to raise suspicions with them. “How are you doing, Ashley?”

“Better, thank you.” She smiled softly, leaning heavily on Dave next to her. “Thank you again for your help yesterday.”

“Are we keeping you two from leaving?” Dave asked in slight worry before holding out a small box. “We actually wanted to come over to thank you two and give you this. It’s just some chocolates as a thanks, nothing self-made or anything.”

“That wasn’t necessary.” You looked at Connor before smiling back at your neighbours. “Please, come inside. We wanted to get groceries but we can do that later. Would you like anything to drink?”

“No, thank you.” Ashley said before sighing. “Can I sit down?”

“Of course.”

And so the four of you made your way into the dining room where you all sat around the table, quickly dissolving into speaking about Ashley’s health crisis of the previous day. A few times you two tried to stir the conversation toward the break in the previous night or the murders in general but they always dodged your questions until Dave piped up.

“You two are really interested in these murders, aren’t you?” He mused before narrowing his eyes. “By the way, where did you say you two lived before you moved here?”

“We lived downtown but I don’t think we’ve mentioned that before.” You said softly, reaching out to grasp Connor’s hand, a little uneasy now that they had started questioning you. “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious. You know, you two moved here just recently and I suppose we realised that we don’t know that much about you two.” Dave shrugged his shoulders and draped an arm around Ashley’s shoulders. “You know I’ve always been curious about what model Connor is, now that we’re talking about the two of you. You aren’t one of the more common ones, right?”

Connor nodded his head in agreement. “You’re right, I’m not. I was actually part of a series of custom ordered models. Before the revolution, I was in the possession of an art gallery that didn’t want to use one of the widespread models -- or so I’ve been told.”

“Then you must be very special.”

You smiled at that, hugging his arm and trying to change the subject. “Connor is very special, you’re right about that.”

Ashley looked back at Dave for a second, her LED flickering yellow as she raised an eyebrow at him before turning toward you two again. “By the way, I always wanted to say that I think you two were pretty brave for helping Riley and Stacy that one night during the break-in. You two just went straight to their house to look for the two of them and Steven.”

“You think we shouldn’t have gone?”

“No, not exactly. You two just seemed so confident as you went there, like you’ve gone to something like a crime scene many times before.”

“What are you two? The police?” You chuckled, trying to make light of their questions in the hopes of making them seem ridiculous. “It’s like you’re interrogating us.”

“Love, I think they actually believe that we are the police.” Connor said, sounding almost amused as he leaned closer to you. “Can you imagine? If you were to handle a gun, I think I’d lose my mind in worry.”

“Because you think I couldn’t?”

“I must say that you’re a little clumsy. You cut yourself three times while wrapping Riley’s gift.” Connor chuckled before pressing a kiss to your temple. “But I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You said softly, smiling earnestly as you said those words because deep down you suspected they were true. “Ashley, would you like us to get you some Thirium? We’ve been sat here for a while and after yesterday I think you should keep your Thirium reserves full, so to speak.”

Ashley looked at the two of you before nodding her head. “Please.”

“I’ll go get you some. I could mix it into tea, too.” Connor said and when Ashley nodded he stood up before looking back at you. “Love, would you come with me for a second? After you rearranged the cabinets I couldn’t find the Thirium.”

“I’ll be right back.”

The two of you went into the kitchen where Connor busied himself at the cupboard while you got a mug. Once you two were sure Ashley and Dave were still at the dining table, their voices coming clearly from that part of the house, you turned to Connor.

“They are getting suspicious.”

“I know.” Connor nodded and leaned against the counter. “What do we do now? We can’t question them without them getting suspicious.”

“Well, we can’t exactly leave for CyberLife, either. We don’t have a reason to go there and all other chores could be postponed.”

Connor was quiet for a few seconds, his LED circling yellow before he took a deep breath. You were about to question what he was planning when he grabbed his left ring and middle finger with his right hand before slamming it down on the edge of the counter. They cracked right through and you couldn’t help but scream as you saw them break, his LED beginning to flare a bright red.

“Connor!”

While Ashley and Dave audibly jumped up in the next room you grabbed Connor’s hand to examine his fingers, panic rising in our chest as you watched his face contort in pain as you touched the broken digits.

“They’re broken.” He gasped out just as Ashley and Dave arrived. “I broke them when I fell. We got to go to CyberLife.”

“What happened?”

“I couldn’t reach where she’d put the Thirium and-- and I climbed into the counter but it was wet and I slipped and-- and I think my fingers are broken.” Connor stammered out, obviously in pain as you held his hand gently in yours. “I’m sorry, you two should leave, so I can go get myself fixed up.”

Dave looked at you two before his face contorted into a frown. “You never struck me as clumsy. It’s hard to believe that you’d slip and hurt yourself.”

“You’re saying he broke his own damn fingers on purpose?” You snapped at them, your genuine concern for Connor getting the better of you as you looked up at him, reaching out with your free hand to stroke his cheek. “Let’s get you to CyberLife, Sweetheart.”

“Dave, we should go.”

“I’ll call you two later.”

---

“I can’t believe you broke your own fingers, Connor.”

He turned back to you, watching you close the door to your house behind you before fixing him with a serious expression, hands on your hips. You had just gotten back from CyberLife. Thankfully, his fingers had been easily repaired and after flashing the workers your badges they’d also let you see the security footage. That had validated your suspicions because they’d shown Dave leaving CyberLife at around half past eight, only thirty minutes before the attempted break-in on Fairfield Street.

“We needed a reason to get to CyberLife.”

“We could have come up with a solution that didn’t involve you hurting yourself.” You said sternly before taking a deep breath and looking at him for a second. “I’m sorry, I’m just worried. I hate seeing you in pain, Con.”

He gave you a small smile before he hung up his jacket and helped you out of yours. “I admit it wasn’t one of my best plans. Thank you for staying with me the whole time. Visiting CyberLife always makes me sort of nervous.”

“Why is that?”

“Before the revolution, going back to CyberLife has never been a positive experience for me. I know it’s ridiculous but I feel anxious when I go there, especially for things like repairs or scans that aren’t part of routine check-ups.” He explained, looking away from you. “It calmed me down tremendously that you were there with me.”

You released a soft sigh at those words before cupping his cheek, making him look back up at you. “It’s not ridiculous, Connor. Your feelings will never be ridiculous and I’m glad that I can help you feel less anxious.”

“You always make me feel safe.”

“I can only return that sentiment.” You said quietly before turning away from him to take off your shoes and put your keys away. “And we did get our answers.”

Connor looked back at you, LED circling yellow as he watched you move about and he couldn’t help but notice the tone of your voice, so quiet and resigned. As he watched you move about the hallway so slowly, putting your things away before locking the door, he felt concern for you overtake him and a strong desire to comfort you. Slowly, he approached and placed a hand on your shoulder, making you look back at him.

“What are you thinking about?”

He looked at you in concern, head cocked to the side but you didn’t know what to say, you didn’t quite know how to voice your feelings about the answers you had found. So you did the only thing you could think of and wrapped your arms around him, leaning your head on his shoulder in search of comfort. Connor reacted immediately, moving to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer, one hand coming up to stroke your hair. Overwhelmed with your emotions, with your mixed feelings of pity and anger toward Ashley and Dave, with your disappointment of things going back to normal once this investigation was over and your guilt for feeling this way, with your fear of what would happen now that the potential culprits have gotten suspicious of you two, you turned to bury your face at Connor’s neck, clinging to him now.

“I got you.”

“Please, don’t let go.”

“Never.” He said softly, his arms tightening around you and his hand straying from your hair to cup the back of your head. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong? It might help to articulate what you’re feeling. Hank always tells me that I should because it will make things feel less heavy.”

You were quiet for a few seconds, trying to figure out how to explain your feelings before groaning miserably and moving closer to him. “I don’t know how to articulate what I’m feeling right now.”

“Just give it a try. I don’t care that it’s incoherent. I will listen and I won’t judge you.”

“I feel so conflicted with everything that’s going on. Ashley and Dave have pretty much become friends to us and I really pity her for-- for how dire her situation is and for how this-- all these violent crimes must have seemed like the only option for her. But I also feel so angry at her for hurting these people, for lying to us and for abusing everyone’s trust.” You whispered out, fingers digging into Connor’s back as you prepared yourself for the next part of your confession. “I’m also almost disappointed that we have to get back to the way things were after this is over and I feel so-- so fucking guilty for feeling like that.”

The two of you had never labelled your relationship that had so clearly moved past but on one hand, you were almost certain that Connor’s feelings for you had also grown, that your last confession wouldn’t have made him too uncomfortable. On the other hand, you worried that he’d judge you for your feelings toward the possible culprits. Connor’s prolonged silence made you even more anxious but just as you were about to freak out he moved, leaned his head down to press a kiss to the top of your head and let his lips linger there for a few seconds.

“You don’t have to feel guilty for your feelings and I understand why you’re feeling so conflicted. Ashley and Dave’s situation is tragic, to be damaged and not have access to replacement biocomponents and I do pity them, too. But that doesn’t excuse their actions.” Connor said softly his hand still cradling your head. “I know you feel the same way.”

“I do.”

“You can pity them for the dire situation they’re in without excusing their actions. I also know that you won’t hesitate for even a second to do the right thing and tell Fowler about our suspicions when we call him.”

You took a deep breath, willing away the tears gathering in your eyes at his comforting words and pulled back to meet his eyes. “Thank you, Connor. Thank you for listening and for making the effort to understand my feelings.”

“Of course.” Connor said softly, giving you a comforting smile before reaching out to cup your cheek. “What you feel doesn’t make you a bad person as long as you do the right thing.”

“You said you felt the same about Ashley and Dave. Do you want to talk about how you feel?”

“I think you’ve summed it up pretty well. I do feel pity for their situation but also anger toward them because of their actions.” Connor mused, letting his hand drop from your cheek and sighing. “But I suppose that I also feel rather angry that someone would even have to resort to something like what they did, that these new laws about producing vital biocomponents are taking so long to pass. No one in charge feels responsible for this and I have frequent contact with Markus, so I know that he is trying really hard.”

Gently, you reached up to stroke his cheek once he’d stopped speaking, hoping to comfort him a little. “I get why you’re angry about this. I will never understand how no one feels responsible for helping people and how the ones who need help are just left to wait. The only thing I can hope for is that Ashley and Dave’s motif will be broadcast to the public and that it will spark a new interest in this whole issue.”

“That might happen, you’re right. I never thought of that but I do hope that is what happens” Connor looked at you for a second before releasing a deep breath and giving you a small relieved chuckle. “I was right, talking about these things really helped. Thank you for listening to me.”

“I’ll always listen to you.”

With your faces still mere centimetres apart, the two of you simply looked at each other for a few seconds until his eyes fell onto your lips and you took this as an invitation to kiss him, bringing your hands up to gently hold his face as you did. His eye fell shut and you allowed yours to do the same as his hands found their way to your back to pull you closer until you were pressed against him while yours came to rest on his chest, feeling his Thirium pump beating wildly underneath them.

Had it not been almost completely obvious to you that you two had become more than friends before, it was now. Kissing in public, in the presence of your neighbours who you were putting up a show for could have still been written off as playing your role but now in the privacy of your home, there were no excuses anymore. And as you pulled back you felt confident in finally voicing your feelings but before you could Connor opened his mouth to speak.

“We don’t have to go back to the way things were.”

Before you could answer the two of you were interrupted by your phone ringing. Cursing under your breath and knowing it was probably one of your colleagues calling, you fished it from your pocket and indeed, you saw that Hank was calling you. You told him who it was and the two of you separated before you picked up the video call.

“We have news.”