#fem!hank anderson

[maddsmallow]

" "con, don't you ever fuckin' relax?"

"lieutenant, i'm a machine. i don't need to 'relax'."

"oh fuck you, come on, we're on break. loosen up a little or something. you can chill out from your fuckin' mission for the three minutes it'll take me to smoke this cigarette. and shut your mouth before you go telling me it isn't actually exactly three minutes on average to smoke a cigarette or whatever."

connie closes her mouth. a small addition to her list of missions to accomplish is made: try to appear "relaxed" to appease lieutenant anderson. a raise in friendship means an easier partner to work with, so connie carefully inspects the lieutenant's posture and does her best to replicate it. being a machine of plastic and metal certainly doesn't make it easy. "

hankcon, but gorls. did i base hank off of my butch lesbian manager at my old job at a sex toy store who was covered in spongebob tattoos? absolutely yes i did

mostly i just wanted to portray fem!hank as a Large Woman because i think there is a severe lack of that. broad with muscle hidden under fat, like the kind of woman who does shot put. so uh,,, ms trunchbull basically LMAO. deep voice, raspy from smoking and drinking, all that good stuff 😩👌 also peep the button on her jacket hehe

got some headcanons and stories for them under the cut!

-hank wears cargo shorts 100% of the time. no matter the weather or temperature. like, 'bill and ted at prom in shorts, but it's her at a dpd ceremony in cargo shorts' level. but not actually because i'm totally gonna draw her in a pantsuit later, totally not with connie on her hip in a slinky dress 👀

-also yes hank's shirt is a spongebob reference

-when people ask hank why she goes by hank and not her "real name," (which i like to headcanon is "henrietta") she always says, "oh it's actually a really funny story, i'll tell you later," and the later never comes lmao. or, if she does tell you, it's some made up wacky story that actually has nothing to do with giving herself the name hank. the real reason? she just likes it

-speaking of "henrietta," this story, 'if you know where to look' by ghost_teeth, works so fucking well with a lot of my headcanons about how their characters would be like genderbent! highly recommend it, and all their dbh stories honestly!

-connie has a compact gun (i asked my brother for examples and he said sig p365 or springfield hellcat, which i think work perfectly for this) holstered inside her jacket on the left side. also, i'm stealing this idea from this post (which basically almost has the same design for fem!connor (altho like, most designs for her are basically the same lmao)) but she also has a knife strapped to her thigh

-her skirt is actually made of some super high tech flexible and durable material, and she's got specific programming to make her balance crazy good, since she'll be running in heels. she's made to hunt and pursue deviants so obviously she needs to be able to run and jump. the outfit is only made to appear like a standard "business woman" to blend in with the humans she would be required to work with, but otherwise gives her everything/doesn't hold her back from doing what she needs to complete her mission. here's a bonus conversation i had with @extraordinaryandroid about it lmaoo:

-hank met connor-51 first for the ortiz case, but connie-52 (with 51's memories of course) came in the next day when it was announced they were to be officially paired to investigate deviants. cyberlife has their grubby lil hands in everything so of course they knew their RK800 unit would be paired with this lieutenant anderson before basically anyone else, and deemed that she'd get along better with a "female model" that she would find attractive. which of course has hank like WOW that's super weird and gross of y'all! and i fucking hate that it's working you pieces of shit at cyberlife !!!! but ofc connie's like "im a machine i dont even have a gender" all the while hank's sweatin major thirsty bullets

-at the cyberlife tower, connor-51 is the one to hold hank at gunpoint. how did he get hank to trust him? idk i haven't figured that out yet lmao, but the angst of connor-51 essentially taking the place of -60 from the game in the sense that he's clearly deviant in some capacity, in this context being that he feels connie stole the life he deserved (which he'd never admit) and now wants to suck up to cyberlife and be their best boi to feel important and special again and not knowing they'd just throw him away for the RK900 model, is very good imo. that was a very long sentence so i hope it made sense lmaoo. have i worked out all the details of how all that shit would work in a story? absolutely not, im too busy thinking about butch fem!hank making her robo girlfriend bluescreen in the bedroom 🤪

also if ur wondering wtf the background is, idk. my usual plain color gradient was too simple, but i did NOT want to put in the effort to do a whole ass real background, so i settled on something in between. meh, it's just them hagin' out behind the station on a smoke break ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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[lirarey]

"Sumo? Sumo! Come to me!"

Helen turned the key in the lock and looked around. Usually, the serbernar jumped on his paws and rushed to the door as soon as she approached the house. Such silence was annoying. Outwardly, everything was fine, but...

"Sum..." the woman was just about to call her dog again, when she stopped and froze.

An interesting picture appeared before her eyes. Sumo sprawled beside her bed, breathing slowly and deeply. Helen knew that he only slept so peacefully when she was at home. What was the reason now? The woman quietly approached the pet and suppressed a laugh. All this time, Sumo wasn't lying on the floor, but on a human. Or rather, android. Connor. The question of how her partner ended up at her house was practically of no interest. After his "heroic" jump out the window, she had no doubt that he wouldn't give up on anything in his efforts to make friends with her. His diode was flickering blue, but the android itself wasn't moving: if he were human, Helen would say that he was just sleeping. As soon as he got a couple more steps closer to them, Connor flinched, opening his eyes.

"Oh, Helen, hello! Sorry, I was thinking a little," the android smiled apologetically and tried to get up, but Sumo didn't let him do it.

"So much so that my dog mistook you for a floor? Have androids already learned how to blend in with the background? Or is it an exceptional ability of deviants?.." Helen grinned mockingly and held out her hand to Connor, who suddenly laughed. Sonorous, fun, and fervent. Not at all the way you would expect from some kind of robot.

"No, Sumo just knocked me down, and I didn't really want to get up anymore. Did you know how pleasant the feeling of soft warm wool can be?" Connor asked with completely sincere curiosity, getting to his feet, but still not letting go of her hand.

"Thank you, thanks to you, the unfortunate burglar of other people's houses, I know now," Helen retorted and involuntarily felt her heart beat faster.

She knows that feeling. No. It's impossible. By no means. Not at him! It's not enough to fall in love with a piece of iron that looks like a human.

"If I were a burglar, Sumo would have kicked me out of the house long ago," Connor squinted, making Helen roll her eyes. "And where am I standing now?"

"You're standing guard over my nerves," the woman muttered, involuntarily returning her thoughts to what had happened at work.

To think what a fuss Reed made out of nothing. Yes, definitely, the fact that the android kissed her on the cheek turned the world upside down. Helen barely restrained herself from reminding this smart guy about the basics of human relations. On the other hand, she herself felt something inside her at such thoughts. Relationships... And with an android? Nonsense. But watching Connor laughingly tease her serbernar and the dog lick his face, Helen had mixed feelings. An unfamiliar tenderness was mixed with the old disgust. Could she really fall in love with an android?

[sunwarmed-ash]

More DBH stuffs

I know Sunday is a long time away for more Hankconvin900, I'm sorry, maybe I'll give you more crumbs soon 😈😘

But I also started writing that fem!Hankcon scene that spurred in my head after long extensive starring and admiring of @maddsmallow hankcon art

so let me know if you guys want me to post what I have of that. Idk when it'll be done but its def writing itself rn

[thegrayhairedman]

Me and my fiancé as fem!Hank Anderson and his android detective. 

[all-gummed-up-inside]

a pathetic Hank? <33

A/N: this has been in the drafts for so long, I’m sorry anon

I fucking live for the idea of pathetic pervert!Hank, he’s *supposed* to be a police lieutenant, someone you could count on and trust! so how come he’s in the DPD’s grungy bathroom jerking off like it’s the last time he’ll ever be able to? He tried not to! Honestly! But it’s just so hard not to stare when you wear tight shirts like that, or speak so seductively to him <3

Hank would probably lose it if Fowler ever decided to partner you and him up together for a case, this is *supposed* to be a simple homicide case, but his mind is already too far down the gutter just by being in the same car as you :( probably thinking about sneaking off somewhere to take care of his hard on before it gets too bothersome, rubbing his thighs together minutely to try and release some tension.

Hank somehow gets worse once you two start dating, because now he has access to things like your clothes or intimate photos of you <3 he’s like a dog in heat sometimes with how desperate he can get at times, always needing to get his dick wet.

Hank is a full on service top! Dom or sub, doesn’t matter, he just wants to watch as his cock sinks into you. He could honestly cum just from the sight alone if you really wanted him to <3

[gatitties]

Old habits

─Connor & Hank x reader (platonic)

─Summary: some nostalgia hit you and you decide to remember old times, the bad part is that Hank remembered too much.

─Warnings: none

The red and blue lights were the signal that made you accelerate your steps, you hung your backpack more comfortably on both shoulders while you threw a spray can at the nearest trash can as if it were a basketball. You smiled stupidly as you heard the siren of the police car coming and going as you hid and ran like a rat through the alleys of Detroit, you felt like your fifteen year old self.

Using the darkness to your advantage, you took cover for a few minutes in an alley, long enough for the sound of the police sirens to fade away, searching for false clues about your whereabouts. Changing your posture and hanging your backpack on just one shoulder, you grabbed your headphones to walk calmly towards your apartment as if you hadn't graffitied an entire wall without permission from the owner or without checking whether it was legal to do so or not in that place.

You walked watching as children and adults flooded the streets dressed in horror themes, not all of them were certainly something terrifying, but people always like to have an excuse to dress up as anything. Not in your case, at least, not on this occasion, it wouldn't be a nice Halloween when you weren't the one who had to ask for candy but rather give it, and it wouldn't be a nice Halloween when you're the one who's stuck at work all night, you hate and love your work schedule in equal measure, but you've already agreed to it and there's nothing you can do.

You quickly went home to change into your uniform and leave the paint, with no time to waste since to no one's surprise you were going to be late, you didn't even stop for dinner like you usually did before your work shift, although you could always have dinner in the cafeteria there.

You almost tripped when you saw one of your companions with his face painted like a ghost, they offered you some sweets at the entrance and a small welcome as usual, what you did not expect that night was to find Lieutenant Anderson so late there, that old man swore to you that he hated working late, that he'd rather be drunk in a bar than doing reports. But he also swore to hate androids and seems to have adopted Connor like he was a puppy, so you can believe anything.

"Happy Halloween Hank, don't you want candy?"

Despite having just gotten these sweets, offering them never hurts, but Hank just waved his hand denying the proposal, without taking his eyes off of his computer while he typed.

"Yeah, yeah, happy… whatever, I don't like sweets, you can have mine."

"Really?"

Your face seemed to light up at his words, and even before he could give you permission to take them, you already had them in your hands, he shook his head at your childish attitude while a voice in his head murmured “young adults these days.”

You logged into your account, did some paperwork, checked some emails… after at least two hours you decided to take a short break, noticing that Hank was still in his place, although now Connor was also at his side, both of them seemed focused on whatever they were doing, not wanting to interrupt, you walked past them only giving the android a nod in greeting, he smiled slightly at you in response.

Luck seemed to be on your side when upon entering the cafeteria you saw no sign of Gavin, he had been being an idiot lately, that is, more than usual, and it wouldn't be too unusual to find him late going over some paperwork. You looked at the different sandwich options, opting to try a new one instead of the one you usually choose, you also took the opportunity to grab some coffee, your faithful companion would help keep you awake enough even though by now you were used to living like an owl.

You returned to your place and looked for a video on the computer because you are not having dinner without watching something, you finish your dinner quickly, tasting the coffee more slowly, before returning to work you decide to take another look at Hank's site, you smile when you see that he was frowning, annoyed by something, you whistle, catching Connor's attention, who seems to be waiting for you to speak when you exchange glances.

"Why does the old man seem in a bad mood?"

You whisper, hoping the aforementioned doesn't hear you call him old, the android moves a little closer, sliding his wheeled chair closer to your table.

"An old graffiti artist has returned, apparently Lieutenant Anderson started working with small petty crime cases and-"

"And you don't need to whisper so much, I'm still not old enough to have hearing problems." Hank approached both of you, in his own chair, crossing his arms while you tried to hide in some way, his look told you everything you wanted to know "Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

"Yes, you're making accusations too quickly, you don't know if I'm really- I mean, if that graffiti artist is really back, maybe someone is imitating their art, there's a lot of plagiarism in street art world."

"Oh my God, you're not fooling anyone, least of all me, I know you as if I had raised you myself."

Connor was left analyzing the situation confused by the lack of data, he tried to piece together the clues while your conversation with Hank went back and forth in a tightrope fight to prove your innocence. The android studied you carefully, blinking as he looked at your index finger and part of your palm.

"Dry paint?"

Was the only thing he said after seeing your hand, Hank raised one of his eyebrows as you slowly hid your hand, you shot a look at Connor who didn't seem to realize that he had unconsciously give you away.

"Then what the hell are we doing with you, should i arrest you now?"

"Oh, come on Hank! It's no big deal, it's something stupid."

"Something stupid that teenagers do, yeah, are you fifteen again or what?"

"I just thought I would relax a little by painting… it's not like I was committing homicide."

"No, but it can be considered a lesser crime, they can file a proceeding against you for that."

Connor joined once he had all the related data, doing a quick search for your artist pseudonym and the areas you had previously been painting in when you were young.

"You're not helping me."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize."

Both you and Hank said in sync, you looked at each other one last time before he sighed tiredly, he didn't have the desire or time to deal with old habits, he was the only one to discover that his internship student was the one that was doing so much street art at that time, anyway, you promised him that you weren't going to do this every day, you just felt nostalgic when passing by a paint store and decided to treat yourself now that the police were more attentive to Halloween pranks than small graffiti vandals.

The topic remained there when Fowler left his office, about half an hour later them got up, You moved your head away from the monitor, watching suspiciously as Hank put on his jacket to finish his shift.

"Are you leaving so soon? You could give me some company, I will die of loneliness."

"Oh you're not alone, I think you'll survive."

Hank pointed to a couple of officers who were in their booth or in the cafeteria.

"Whatever, then get out now."

You pretended to be angry, crossing your arms, frowning and looking away, though it only lasted a few seconds when he spoke again, Connor just watching the interaction.

"You know, if you're going to go back to your old ways, I'd rather you dress up and do those teenage things, you know, those… um, imstagarm? before you go back to your petty criminal stage."

"Oh- please don't remind me of that time, the way I dressed and acted has to be erased from all the memories of the people who saw me, as well as all my posts on social networks."

"Wow, I would never have thought you had that style, it's… very different from the current one."

Connor rejoined the conversation after searching your old social media, you thought you had gotten rid of all embarrassing content, but you more than anyone knew that the internet does not forget or forgive, you grabbed Connor's shoulders to shake him.

"Can you stop looking for information about those things? It's too embarrassing!"

Hank laughed, pulling you away from the poor android, you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose, they said goodbye to you as if they hadn't made you remember a time in your life that you preferred to keep in a drawer deep in your mind, although before Connor walked out the door, he turned to you, seeing that you were still thinking about those years.

"By the way, your art is really original, you should think about asking for permission to paint murals, there are also stores that request services of that type, at least they won't be able to fine you that way."

Momentarily forgetting the chaos in your memories, you smiled at Connor, thanking him for his opinion and advice, although he had to leave because Hank was getting impatient outside, you quickly said goodbye as you went back to having a conversation with an expert, namely yourself about you from the past and your old ─and some strange─ habits, coming to the conclusion that you would pretend that years didn't happen in your life and you went from thirteen to twenty-one in a year, yes it would stay that way.

[imagine-silk]

I have been informed that Hank (dbh) is 6’3 and I am in dire need of Yan Hank and short reader :< pretty please I found your page recently and I love it you are so talented yay!

》Yeah, he's always been tall. The only reason he looks shorter I think is because Connor doesn't look like he's 6'0, therefore making Hank look smaller. Thank you for listening to my TED talk.

》Also Tumblr's been acting up so I'm sorry for answering not as fast as I would like. I have to do all of this in one sitting because it says it's not saving. So instead of doing it over multiple sittings I have to write it on paper first and that takes longer.

Regular Hank finds it a bit annoying but when he's obsessed with you it's a different story. He loves it. (For the first time in forever I gendered the reader... weird)

【(Romanced)Hank】 "Hello, Neapolitan."

He loves to bend down to kiss you. The slight ache in his back feels like a reminder of his love and his willingness to do anything for you. Anything. Even before you were together he liked to stand next to you. He never thought himself the protective type, he wasn't like that with his ex-wife, but when he stole glances down he couldn't help the overwhelming need to have you right next to him. It doesn't interfere with your work that much. As an officer/detective you work around it and that works, no need to do anything to think about it. The most he does is tease you. The reason you don't find them offensive is the way he looks at you, like his eyes are drinking you in. During sex he loves missionary for one reason. When he's over you like that his hair drapes down like a curtain so you're completely under him. He's all around you and inside you. Watching you ride him also has it's charms. All he has to do is sit back for the show, maybe roll his hips up when he sees you're getting tired.

【(Platonic)Hank】 "How you doing down there, baby girl?"

He will do anything to touch you. If (Romanced)Hank like that you're short, (Platonic)Hank is infatuated with it. Anything within a ten foot radius of you is checked and taken away if found wanting. He makes sure you're safe. He'll get your coffee in the break-room. Don't worry, he know exactly how you like it, don't burn yourself. Gavin is swiftly told to stay away from you. Of course he doesn't listen but Hank makes sure you don't get together regardless, if fact he tries to push Connor to you. If you need a ride anywhere he's there to drive you, no need to pay a taxi. (Platonic)Hank is more willing to kill than (Romantic)Hank. It's different protecting your lover than it is your child. And after Cole there's not a force on earth that could stop him from keeping you safe. He will actually physically threaten Gavin instead of just throwing shade. A runner hurts you he'll be rough when he catches them. And it will be when. There's always a hand on you in some way. He'll pat you on the head to greet you or say 'good job'. He has his arm around you while walking off-duty or you might just be holding onto his arm. If he's not sitting thigh-to-thigh with him, he has you in his lap. It's so common place no one thinks it's weird. They know he has a soft spot for you and you only. Sure the doting is overbearing but whatever.

[twoheartswrites]

Hank: I have to break up with [Name].

Connor: Why?

Hank: He's made me a more affectionate, open-minded person. And that stops now.

[hellominibar]

Pinky promise(rk900xreader)

(Probably a oneshot. Warnings: death and killing, anyways I hope u like the story :D ) female reader btw

Song theme: 

Pull The Trigger- Abel Korzeniowski 

The Fear- David Arnold, Michael Price 

Dark Paradise- Lana Del Rey

Black Out Days- Phantogram

Dead man- David Kushner 

Side note! 

(Nines- RK900) 

“Pull the trigger.” I softly whispered. My hand slowly moved his gun directly to my heart. 

“It’s not too late.”

“NO. I’M NOT DOING THAT.”

I cupped his cheeks with both of my hands, our foreheads touching.

“It’s better for everybody” I calmly explained. This is our final memory. The hunt will stop if I die. This ends now. No more suffering. For me and the people I love.

“Remember our promise?” I tried to choke back my tears but it was useless. It shouldn’t end like this, but it has to. We were supposed to spend the rest of our lives living happily. He closed his eyes as tears ran down to his cheeks.

“You have to keep your promise.” I then sobbed in tears, denying to face this dreadful moment. This “special gift” of mine isn’t exactly one. To simply put , as a result of my poor choices, I was doomed. 

An echo of footsteps can be heard from the hallway.

“Do it. NOW.” I glared straight into his eyes, almost begging him to do so. 

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After a moment of silence, he looked at me. His eyes filled with anger and resentment. 

He used one hand to wrap around my shoulder, pulling me closer and the other digging the gun on the side of my head. My head touched against his chest as I experienced the feeling of warmth one last time. 

“You are one cruel person __. You truly are.” 

I bit the corner of my cheek, knowing that I shouldn’t have done this. He mustn’t know why I’m doing this.

“Thank you.” Are my last two words as I closed my eyes.

Almost immediately, everything went dark and I welcome death with open arms.

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She softly gasped as he shot her. Her knees gave out and her body leaned against his arm. 

He let go of her body, for her to meet against the cold hard floor. After a moment of silence, he realised, she was dead.

“Nononono.” He muttered to himself as he felt tears streaming down his face. Feeling terrified, he threw the gun to a corner.He felt his throat closing in, not accepting this dreadful moment. 

“Why did I do it?” His realisation only ached his heart even more. 

“I shouldn’t have listened to her. I shouldn’t.” He started hyperventilating. The voices in his head were getting louder and louder.

IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT

WHY DID YOU SHOOT?

His hands covered his ears in an attempt to cover the voices. 

HOW HAS IT COME TO THIS

WHY IS SHE PAYING FOR THIS?

WHY AM I PAYING FOR THIS?

“Make it stop..please” He shakily muttered. 

He took a step back and realised there was another problem to fix.

WARNING

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THIS

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FAIR

He rushed to the corner where the gun was thrown , desperate to end everything. He knew that there is one last bullet in the chamber and brought the gun to his chin. As his fingers were about to pull the trigger, something snapped inside of him. 

Nine’s mind:

Being a deviant means breaking their conscious. Before every android becomes a deviant, they will come face to face with their own fears. Instead, Nines found himself in an empty white room. Suddenly, there are bars surrounding him. He was trapped in his own prison, not knowing what to do. More and more bars are being built. Bars that are higher each time, building bigger and bigger cages. Just outside his cage, there is a red button. He turned and used his hand, in desperation to press the button. Determined to not give up, he tried again. And again and again. Lastly, his arms tried to bend the bars but all his efforts were in vain.

“FUCK” He roared in frustration. It felt so close yet so far. His body then slumped onto the bars, finally realising there’s nothing he can do.He then closed his eyes, finally admitting defeat.

Nines:

At that moment, it felt like his emotions were switched off. His breathing starts to regulate.

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The footsteps were quicker and quicker. Nines took out her gun and placed it at her right hand. Nines then hid himself behind a bunch of boxes

The sound of footsteps soon came into an abrupt stop and nines saw who those footsteps belonged to a police officer. 

Without hesitation, the officer rushed to her side. 

Nines took the time to see her face. Her face didn’t looked troubled anymore. Instead, she looked peaceful, as if she’s sleeping like a baby.

 The atmosphere is now filled with more grief and sorrow. With his back facing against Nines, Nines took the chance, grabbing his gun and somersaulted. He pulled the trigger and shot directly at him. The bullet cut through layers of air before entering into the officer’s head.

M I S S I O N  

A C C O M P L I S H E D

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After 5 minutes, sirens of police cars were heard. As they reached to the building, Hank and Connor jumped out of the car, running recklessly towards the building. After what seems like an endless flight of stairs, they’ve reached to the fourth floor. 

“God damn it.. what happen?!” Hank dropped his gun and grabbed Nines by the collar.

“You fking bastard, WHY DID YOU LET HER DIE?!” Nines cold-hearted expression only made the situation worse. Nines’ eyes then glared into Hank’s.

“We can’t have the best of both worlds lieutenant.” Nines took Hank’s hands off his collar, his words cruel and cold. Witnessing their fight, Connor intervened. 

“Lieutenant, I understand that you are upset.”

“No shit.” Hank spat at the last word, darting his eyes at Nines. 

“But I need you to give Nines and I a moment.” Hank paused for a moment before reluctantly leaving the room. 

Connor:

I grabbed Nines’ arm by surprise to probe his memory. There is something very wrong with Nines. He doesn’t act like.. how a deviant would be.. then it hit me.

What if he wasn’t one anymore? 

But that’s impossible.. 

Just as Nines was about to struggle, I gained access to his memory. 

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I took a step back, with overwhelming diagnostic warnings.

!WARNING!

MEMORY OVERLOAD

I felt a pair of hands holding both of my shoulders as I struggled to breathe. 

“EASY CONNOR, WHAT THE HELL HAPPEN?!” 

I looked down and noticed thirium flowing out of my nose. 

Nines took the chance to run. He took a jump on Tom’s body before breaking the glass. As he rolled on the grass, he picked himself up and ran as fast as he could. Before I could catch up to him, Hank held me back.

“HEY, let him go. We’ll catch him another time.” 

I reluctantly agreed. 

“Come on, let’s get back to my house. We can’t blow your cover now.” 

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UPDATE:

21:00

HANK’S HOUSE 

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“Oh my god..” Hank didn’t knew what to say. 

It was certainly a lot to take in.

“But I can’t figure out why he didn’t self-destruct. How did he turn back into a machine? I’ve never seen any other androids like that.” 

“Maybe an error in his programming stuff?” 

“Such errors are impossible.” 

“That doesn’t mean it won’t happen.” 

He glance towards Hank before sighing in agreement. 

“Why would she ask RK900 to kill her?” Connor pace back and forth in the living room. As Hank proceeded to get another bottle of whiskey, he laid back on the couch, unscrewing the cap.

“Maybe she doesn’t have the courage to kill herself.” He muttered, and took a gulp of whiskey.

“It’s just…I sense something unusual. In my gut.” Connor abruptly stopped in his tracks, then looking at Hank.

“Lieutenant , do we still have her belongings?”

“It’s still in the house. We haven’t clear up her belongings yet.”

Connor hastily grabbed his jacket and beanie before heading towards the door.

“Connor! Where you goin’?”

“To her house.”

“WAIT, you could get caught. I’ll drive you there.”

“Thank you Lieutenant.” 

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01:00

__’S HOUSE 

“Make this quick Connor.”

“I will Lieutenant.” 

He quickly scanned each room, only to be led with disappointment. 

Nothing? That can’t be. 

I just had to be more thorough.

Fortunately, Connor’s efforts finally paid off. After what seemed like an endless pile of scrap paper, he found the answer to his question. 

Deviancy, such a humane concept, almost just like us humans . Though the issue is that deviants self-destruct when they experience an event which contains a high level of stress. How could one be saved then? What would be the cost? To live with no purpose, existing for the sake of it, waiting for their time of “freedom”

This gives more questions than answers.  Slowly but surely, connor started piecing things together.

 Everytime I look at myself in the mirror, I felt lost. My sense of identity lost for many years now. Im neither a human nor a robot. I don’t belong to either of these categories. I hate it. How I could hear the sound of machinery operating inside of my own flesh and organs. How each day, I could feel the slow painful agony of my flesh slowly deteriorating. 

Connor’s eyes widen in shock. How does he not notice it? And realization dawned on him. 

He was always met with errors when analysing her body health condition. Only hers. He told CyberLife about this, only for them to not believe him. Or maybe.. they had other plans. 

It sounded too bizarre, too absurd. If anything, there’s only one way to find out the truth, by going back to CyberLife once again. He then turned to the other side of the paper. 

There are others like me out there. Inevitably serving to CyberLife. We thought we were free. Sooner or later I won’t be able to control my impulses anymore. People around me will be harmed. I can’t take those voices anymore.

What was she hiding? 

As Connor looked deeper at her belongings , he noticed another worn out book. Flipping over the pages were scribbles of deranged writing. The words, To kill, to control, to conquer. 

She was destined to suffer and atone for her sins in this lifetime. 

[nocturnalcharm]

Faking It (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)

𐙚 prompt: charles forces you and logan to do a mission together in order to help you bond. 𐙚 cw: enemies to lovers, one bed trope, if this does well i’ll do a part 2 w smut ;) cussing, 𐙚 a/n:  thanks to everyone who's sent me req's! this wasnt a req but id already started it haha if youve sent a req ill try to get to it asap.... also so many ppl wanted to be added to a taglist but for the nsfw alphabet post i dont think it tagged like half the ppl?? so im sorry if u dont get tagged, im trying to fix it :)

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“Professor, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—”

“(Y/N), it’s not me you should be apologizing to. It’s your team. That’s who you both let down.” He eyes flick between you and Logan.

“I’ll go apologize to them now.” You turn to leave.

“You too Logan.” Charles says.

On this latest mission, you needed to sneak into a factory and take down all of the enemies— But you and Logan were arguing so loudly, you alerted all of the rivals, turning a few quick sneak attacks into full blown fights. No one was badly injured but you still felt horrible about it.

“This is all your fault.” You mumbled, just loud enough for Logan to hear.

“My fault? You’re kidding.” He huffs.

“Shut up.” You walk ahead of him, on the way to the common room to see your team.

Everyone was sitting there, talking amongst themselves. Once you and Logan entered, they all stopped their conversations and looked at you.

“Guys. I am so sorry about this mission.”

“I’m sorry, extremely sorry, and I apologize for my behavior.” Logan mocked your expression of regret.

“You are such a child, Logan! I’m trying to apologize!” You raised your voice.

“I am too!”

“Can you two just stop?” Hank stood up, silencing you both. “Your attitudes have been getting in the way of every mission. If you guys can’t get along then maybe you shouldn’t be here.”

“Oh..” You didn’t know how to respond. You couldn’t believe you let your dislike for Logan get in the way of your job, so much that they thought you shouldn’t be an X-Man anymore.

They all left the room, leaving just you and Logan to culminate in your thoughts.

“I think it’s pretty obvious we’re not going to get along any time soon.” He broke the silence.

“We’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah, whatever you say.” He walked out, as you sat in the empty room.

The next day, Xavier called you and Logan into his office yet again. You were concerned, worried he might be kicking you off the team. But instead, he said he had a mission for you two.

“I need you to pose as a couple. You’ll be going to an upscale hotel in Manhattan. It’s a cover for a drug smuggling ring. You two will stay as guests in order to collect information. I need everyone that is there, guests and workers alike, to think you two are madly in love. We don’t know who could be involved, so we can’t have them think anything suspicious.”

“Professor, is that the best idea? We just blew the last mission because we couldn’t stop arguing.”

“If you two fail this mission, I will have no choice but to replace both of you. You are amazing at what you do, but your arguing affects everyone. Not just yourselves.”

“Okay. We won’t let you down.” Logan speaks up.

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The trip to the hotel was long and frustrating. You two couldn’t agree on anything the entire time. You criticized his driving, he criticized what you put on the radio, and how loud it was. You called him an old man, which just resulted in the radio being turned off and continuing the last hour drive there in silence.

When you arrived, it was late afternoon. Logan, pretending to be your fiance, grabbed all the bags by himself and walked inside. The hotel was huge. It was upscale, classy. So fancy you were afraid to touch anything, in fear it might break.

“Hi! Checking in for Anderson.” He greeted the front desk clerk, giving his forged name. He dropped the bags on the floor and you wrapped yourself around his now-free arm, squeezing it.

“Hello, Mr. Anderson.” She smiled back, “Let’s see. You had the penthouse, correct?”

“That’s right.”

“We’re celebrating our engagement!” You beamed, holding out your hand, showing off your fake engagement ring.

“That’s lovely. Congratulations! We’ll have a bottle of champagne in your room for celebration.”

“Thank you so much!” You squeaked.

He finished the check-in process, then you headed to the top floor.

The penthouse was absolutely gorgeous. It was huge, the size of a decent apartment. Just like the lobby, you were afraid to break something.

“Wow.. This is amazing. Only time I’ll ever get to stay in a penthouse and it’s with you.” You said, as he shut the door.

“I was just thinking the same thing. Now, c’mon we gotta go to the pool. Get changed.” He handed you your bag.

You opened it, pulling out your bikini. It was the only one you had, admittedly from a few years ago. You didn’t have time anymore to relax by a pool or go swimming in the ocean, so this swimsuit had to do. It was a simple black string bikini.

You went inside the bathroom to change. Once you had your swimsuit on, you felt a little self conscious at the amount of skin showing, but figured it’d help with the whole ‘can’t keep your hands off your new fiance’ vibe you and Logan needed to exude for this mission.

You walked out of the bathroom, faking confidence you didn’t have. Logan had taken the opportunity to just change in the living space since he was alone. He was wearing black swim trunks. It was funny, it looked like you two had matched on purpose.

“Wow.” He said quietly, clearing his throat.

“What? You like what you see?” You joked at his clear uncomfortableness with seeing you in such little clothing.

“Whatever, let’s just go.” He spat, grabbing two towels, the key, and exiting the room.

The second you were out the door, you both had big smiles on your face. His arm was around you, holding your side as you headed to the pool.

It wasn’t too busy, just a few kids with their parents, and a bartender at the outdoor bar. You told him you wanted a drink, so that’s where you headed first.

“Hey, can I get two Mojitos?” Logan asked, handing him the room key “And can you just charge it to our room?”

“Of course,” He started working on the drinks immediately, while you two sat and people-watched. He finished the drinks, and gave you them and the room key back.

You said thank you as you walked off, hoping Logan would just follow. There was a small hot tub that was empty, so that’s where you went. You stepped in carefully, afraid of slipping, and sat down in the warm water.

“Really?” Logan whispered, a fake smile still adorned on his face.

“This is what couples do, Logan. And we’re a couple for this weekend. So sit down and act like you love me, sweetie.” Your grin was starting to hurt your cheeks.

He sat down across from you, and you mentally rolled your eyes. You got up, and repositioned yourself, sitting in his lap, “What part of ‘act like you love me’ are you not getting?” 

He was frozen for a moment, caught off guard but quickly acted like he was happy to have you there, to not draw suspicion. You both took sips of your drink, as you continued to nonchalantly looked around.

You two stayed at the pool for awhile, taking mental notes of the guests and employees you saw. Honestly, this hotel didn’t seem too strange. But Xavier said it was a front so you guessed that’s why it seemed so normal, for their cover.

Once your drinks were empty, and the sun had started to go down, you both decided to head back up to the room. He got out drying himself off before wrapping you up in your towel. He picked you up and carried you bridal-style to the penthouse.

“Logan!”

“What? Just acting like I love you.” He smirked.

Once inside the room, he set you down. “I’m gonna go shower.” You stated, not really knowing what to do. 

He just nodded, walking off to the kitchenette. You grabbed your bag and headed to the bathroom.

***

You mentally cursed yourself as you scrambled through your bag, searching for a pair of pajama shorts you thought you packed, but they were nowhere to be found. 

“This cannot be real.” You whispered. The only other clothes you brought were jean shorts, and you sure as hell weren’t going to sleep in those.

You pulled out your oversized sleepshirt, putting it on. The hem landed right above the middle of your thigh. It was a little shorter than the length of a nightgown, so you just hoped he wouldn’t notice. You slipped on a pair of panties, snatched up your things, and exited the bathroom.

You immediately bumped into Logan, who was standing right outside the door.

“What the fuck?” You raised your voice, annoyed. “Why are you right outside the door?”

“I was about to knock. You’ve been in there for over an hour.”

“It’s all yours!” You sassed.

You walked over to the small kitchen, and see he had already opened up the champagne. You had a glass as you sat on a barstool, writing down some notes about the people you’d observed earlier. Pouring yourself another glass, you headed over to the bed.

Just as you made yourself comfortable, Logan came out of the washroom, in just a towel. You stared at his wet torso for a moment, hypnotized.

“My eyes are up here.” He laughed.

You looked up, embarrassed.

“Forgot my clothes. Hey, wait, why are you in the bed?”

“…Because I’m the girl?”

“You're also the short one. I can’t fit on that couch.”

“Oh, c’mon. It’s a big bed. We can both fit just fine. Unless you’re nervous. Never slept with a girl before, Lo?”

He sighed, clearly not wanting to argue, before taking his clothes and escaping back to the bathroom. You silently celebrated your victory.

He came out a few moments later, turning off the lights, sliding under the blankets and getting comfortable. You both ended up facing the same direction. If he was any closer, he’d be the big spoon, but there was a few inches separating you.

You adjusted your body, and accidentally felt your ass rub against him. You went rigid from humiliation, before scooting away slightly, ignoring it since he didn’t say anything.

You tried to fall asleep, but it was difficult, for many reasons. One, you’re not used to having someone else in your bed. Two, he was breathing heavily. Three, you couldn’t stop thinking about how sexy he was.

Of course, you knew Logan was attractive, you’d thought that since the moment you first saw him. But today, probably because of the faux-gagement, the touching, the flirting, you saw him differently. He was still getting on your nerves, but the flames between you two… His body… It was unlike before.

You exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You twiddled your feet, moving around your body nervously, before unintentionally grazing your ass against his crotch again.

“Y’know, if you keep rubbing your ass against my dick, I’m gonna do something about it.” His words sounded gruff in your ear, but they gave you butterflies.

“Maybe that’s what I want.” 

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[h0ttestgrlinm0urgu3]

Sean Anderson [journey 2] x fem! reader

submissive Sean☆

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WARNING 18+ smut

[ swearing, cursing, dirty talk if you squint, sub/dom dynamics, riding, ✋🏿job ]

you are responsible for what you read

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summary:

Sean gets in trouble and invites you over.

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a/n *could be better, I used to write on wattpad awhile ago so imma lil ass*

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it's around 10 pm when your boyfriend Sean texts you, not a hello, or a how are ya' babe, just a "come over". already knowing he got into something you threw on your jacket and headed over.

Sean's mom Liz never had problems with you coming over this late... fortinutly for you, the door was opened by Hank, shawns step dad.

' ain't happenin' ' he says, not even letting the door open fully before he started. 'you know what your little friend in there did?' his questioning sounding like a tired high school guidance counselor. responding by shaking your head no he continues 'he broke into a place, some satalite shit, oh my bad, stuff, and not only that' he says in a could you just belive it voice. ' he crashed that little dirt bike of his' finishing leaning back on the door crossing his arms with a smirk that could have been compared to a teen when they snitch on their older sibling. 'yea kristen said she'd seen the cops outside of the mcbrooms house. is he hurt?' you question not letting him into the fact that Sean told you what he was planning in advance 'nope' says Liz popping in the doorway,' but he got a nice swim,' she says, chuckling. 'go up there and check on him, will you?' she asks politely, moving Hank out of the way.

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knocking on the door before entering, you see shawn at his desk looking over some paper. 'what is that?' you questioned while placing your head on his shoulder reading the paper but having no clue what it said. ' i think its from grandpa ' he says not taking his attention off of it. ' has to be '

'you know what it says?' you question after placing a kiss on his check and going to sit on his bed. 'not yet but ill figure it out' he says taking a final look at the paper letting out a breath before placing it onto his desk and making his way over to his bed where your sitting with your back to the wall, he lays his head on you lap looking up to you with a grin 'i did it' he says proudly. 'yes you did baby' you laugh, leaning down for a kiss.

when you go to break it he pathetically trys to follow your lips. ' you also almost got arrested ' you say as you look down at his beautiful face taking it into your hands and squeezing his cheecks, giving him barley a peck of a kiss.

'you also crashed your bike' giving him another worthless peck. 'had a busy night' you finish before giving him an actual kiss letting his face go. 'yea i did' he says, giving you a shit eating grin.'wanna make it busier?" he says doing the weird eyebrow thing that his step dad always does that makes you tear up every time you see it. 'no busy boy, i think you've done enough for tonight.' you say laughing, which gives him the impression that you were joking.

popping up onto his knees and lifting his shirt up. causing you to laugh even more, you ask 'baby what are you doing?' making him stop his actions before his shirt is even all the way over his head 'getting busy' he says in a defeated tone not taking the shirt from over his face, but from the redness spreading across his cheast you could tell he was embaressed. ' aww ' you say as you match him getting on your knees sitting back on you feet as you take your acrylic nail from his adams apple, that was barley showing from under where the shirt lay, all the way down to the button of his jean.

he kept his arms up, letting out soft pants as he pushed the fabric of the shirt that still covered his face into his mouth.

leaving little kisses a top of where his jeans covered him from the world. 'this what you want, huh?' trailing your finger up his cheest and letting your hand grip his kneck when it got there. taking your other hand you pull the bottom of the shirt down just enough to see his face 'what you wanted a reward because you've had a busy day' you say in a slightly condecinding tone that he definitely catches abd lets out a whimper 'yes' in response.

'ive had a very busy day' nodding his head as to verify that he indeed had a long day. you can't help but find him so damn hot when he's embarrassed and horny. leaning back, you tell him to take his shirt off. quickly ridding himslef of his shirt you next tell him to remove his pants

'your gonna be my god boy right?'

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cut to you sitting on his bed back against the wall, fully dressed with Sean only in his boxers sitting between your legs with his back to your cheest. his hands sit under your thighs as precouction since he can never seem to keep his hands to himself.

your nails drag up and down, from his happy trail to his cheast, before you let your hand rest on his buldge over his boxers. 'my busy baby must be so tired.' you start as you message him over his boxers. 'so worked up doing all this running around', grabbing his face with his other hand you turn his face to look at you before you kiss him.

pushing his neck higher to push more into the kiss. he starts to whimper, moving his hips against your hand.

pushing his face away from yours with an offended look you scoft at him.' was i not doing enough for you?hmm?' you say as you remove your hand from his dick. 'desperat ass bitch cant even wait and i was trying to be nice' you say as his eyes start to widen ' wait baby no.' Sean starts as you push him off of you. 'wait baby. thats not what i meant.' he says as he lets out a nervouse chuckle. 'baby please' he says to you as you grip the edge of his boxers before pulling them down. 'oh my god' he says, giving up his pleading as you rap your hand around the base of his dick. he was nice and hard leaking waiting for whatever you wanted to give him.

you climb into his lap, taking your hand from his dick you bring it to your mouth and lick your hand, palm to fingers, instantly bringing it down to the tip of his cock. he lets out the most beautiful groan with a 'fuck'. as he closed his eyes you add tighter pressure on his tip before dragging your hand to the base of his dick and back to the tip. you start off slow listening to his panting as his hands grip the sheets upder you. gradually speeding up your pace when his cock starts to leak you focous more of your attention on the tip.

he's a mess now opting to squeeze his hand over his mouth than to trust himself. sweat covered forhead, eyes tightly shut, Sean repeatedly brings his hand from his mouth wanting to speak, but every time, it meets with a pathetic whimper or a breathy moan.

finally finding his voice he squeezes his thighs together resisting any pleasure given to him 'please, god you gotta let me fuck you' he begged finally opening his eyes to take in the veiw.

letting out a moan followed by an 'oh fuck' as your hand falls to the base of his cock raising your hips so you were hovering over him. moving your panties to the side under your skirt swipping his dick up and down your pussy collecting the juices as you go before letting it rest under your entrance ' shawn baby ' taking your free hand to grab the one that was previously covering his mouth, bringing it to yours leaving gentel kisses on his palm. he lets out a breathy 'yes'.

releasing your weight and welcoming his cock inside you trying but failing at keeping in a moan at the delicious feeling of him stretching you. letting out a ' fuck' as your clit grazed his pelvis. once you were used to his size of his cock you brought the hand that was still holding his letting it rest on your thigh with the other one. he's breathing heavily as you bring one hand to his cheast using it to hold your weight and bringing your other to push his head to the side, pushing his face into the sheet under you. 'you consider this fucking me?" you tease as you slowly start to rotate your hips. despertaly trying to shake his head (yes of course) under your hand you move it letting his face up ' stay quiet for me baby' you say as your now free hand finds its home on Seans neck grasping as you start to ride his cock.

letting your head fall forward with a 'fuck', feeling him so deep inside you honestly made you forget what you came over for in the first place. with all his effort he snaps his hips to meet you as your ride him. 'fuck baby' leaning down to kiss his neck your throw your ass back riding him harder. 'im gonna come fuck' is all you can say before your pussy sqeezese his dick as you come Sean not folllowing to long after. as you both try to desperatly catch your breath you raise off of his cock letting the cum drip down onto him before you pull your panties back.

removing your clothes and cuddling up beside him pressing wet kisses all over his face.

a knock on the door breaks you both from your little world

'I guess ypur spending the night' says hank through the door.

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okay honest how was that... bc I feel like I could do better because I'm a whore and I love shit like this but also this might be all you get cause I'm also a ragging virgin 😭.

*not pre read by anyone but me*

so if Grammer or spelling is off... blame me. or don't. I'm not mad either way.

leave feedback or just shit you might wanna read.

~ Daisy Baby

[maddsmallow]

hi what if hank was a milf

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cw: top connor, fem hank, and lot of body hair, stretch marks, and fat. yknow, the good stuff.

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[not-neverland06]

Broken Machinery

Pt. 1 (completed series)

Series Masterlist

Connor RK800 x fem!reader

A/N: If I tagged you it’s because you responded to a post where I asked if anyone was interested in Connor RK800 fan fiction (thanks for the support btw) As this is my first time actually “publishing” my writing, constructive criticism would be amazing. I just would love some honest feedback. I’m still working on figuring out navigation and master lists, so if you want to see all the parts for this series just click the tag Broken Machinery. The borders are the work of @saradika as is my navigation and masterlist images.

(I can’t be the only one that finds that gif ridiculously attractive)

Content Warnings: Cussing, Hank, Mentions of domestic abuse and brief mentions of crimes like rape (so brief, blink and you miss it), Carlos Ortiz’s house is a warning in itself that shit was nasty

Word Count: 3.6k

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

“Hi, I’m Connor, the android sent by CyberLife.”

Your head shoots up from where you had been filing a report. To your right an android was staring down at you, his hand outstretched and his head tilted to the side. He looked exactly like a puppy. Big brown eyes staring down at you in earnest sincerity, an eager tilt to his lips. Your eyes narrowed, CyberLife was getting a little too good at how life like these new models were getting. You shove the Manila folder into the filing cabinet under your desk and shake his outstretched hand. “Detective Y/N Y/L/N, why is CyberLife sending an android to me?”

Your feelings on androids weren’t as callous or as hate-filled as your partner’s Hank were, but the idea of them made you uncomfortable. They were so similar to humans, it was hard for you to believe that with all the intelligence and AI that went into them they were nothing more than a plastic doll. You had no android due to the discomfort of owning something so human.

So, why was CyberLife trying to recruit you into their trillion dollar cult?

“I’m an RK800 prototype designed to assist the police.” He pulled his hand back and fixed his head, his hands going behind his back. That ramrod straight posture he held himself with made your own back ache. “I’ve already assisted in hostage situations and have now been sent by CyberLife to investigate the increasing number of deviant cases.”

You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself, “Oh god, Anderson’s gonna love this.” Rubbing your hands across your face you leaned back in your chair, already dreading the pissy fit that’s gonna come from the drunk when he figures out he’s gonna have to work with an android.

“Are you referring to Lieutenant Hank Anderson? He’s the officer CyberLife sent me to.” Connor watched as you grabbed your jacket off the back of your chair and made your way to the front of the station. His footsteps immediately echoing yours. “I was told you were the best person to ask about his whereabouts.”

You grimaced, already knowing you were about to embark on a bar crawl, entirely too sober. “I’ve got a few good guesses, but if he doesn’t want to be found the bastard’s not gonna be found.” Connor’s long strides easily caught up with your own, he was fiddling with his cuff links as he turned his head to face you. Why the hell are they programming androids to fidget?

“I detect some hostility in your town. Is your relationship with the Lieutenant not agreeable?” You scoffed as you got in your car, Connor quickly getting into the seat next to you.

“Yeah, sure, that’s one way of putting it.” You ignored the head tilt and started driving.

Four bars later and you were struggling not to laugh your ass off at the sight of Hank face to face with an android. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you knew whatever it was, Hank wasn’t playing nice. It wasn’t until Connor bought him another shot that Hank finally got up and made his way to the door. He didn’t look very pleased to see you.

“You know about this?” You didn’t need to look to know what he was talking about as he pointed behind himself.

You shook your head, “He just popped up next to my desk like a stray puppy.” Hank rolled his eyes.

“There’s nothing cute about a plastic prick.” You chose to ignore him as you walked towards the exit.

Hank was already standing by his car when you realized he wasn’t following you. “Hey! What the hell are you doing?” Hank turned away from his car door and gave you a look that made you feel like shit on his shoe.

“Driving, the fuck does it look like I’m doing?” His words were slurred and he was leaning heavily on his car door handle. You stormed over to him and snatched his keys from his hand.

“You look drunk. I’m not gonna let you get yourself killed.” Before Hank could start another tantrum Connor interjected. You winced at the sound of his voice right next to you and Anderson. “Detective Y/L/N is right, your BAC is high above the legal limit. There’s a 75.76% chance that you would be involved in a car crash if you were behind a wheel.”

Dangling the keys in front of Hank you smirked, “See, even Connor agrees you’re a jackass.”

Connor’s head tilted and a little groove appeared between his brows as he frowned. “That is not what I said, Detective.”

“In the car, both of you.” You allowed no arguing from Hank, though he was still too angry at the android to actually focus any attention on you. Connor got in the back of the car as Hank took the passenger seat. You’d have to see if anyone coming off the patrol shift around here could come pick up your car. Jimmy’s bar wasn’t exactly the safest place to leave it, as beat up as the old Dodge was.

There was a flash of yellow in the rearview mirror as Connor’s LED worked before he was leaning into the front seat. “There’s been a body discovered, android involvement suspected, I’ve sent the address to your phone’s GPS.” You didn’t bother asking how he got your number or how he worked so fast, you just started driving as Hank cussed out androids under his breath.

“No comment.” You ignored the reporter's choice words on the DPD and made your way inside the house. You smiled to yourself at Connors voice ignoring Anderson’s order to stay in the car. “Your order contradicted my mission.” The smile quickly dropped as the rancid smell inside the house assaulted you. You’d seen a lot, and honestly the sight of a dead body bloated with gas wasn’t even that bad. But the smell was about to take you out.

“-dead about three weeks-” well that explained it. You tuned in and out of the briefing and made your way over to the body. Chris handed you a pair of gloves as you kneeled down and examined the stab wounds. “Talk about overkill.”

“Yes, he was stabbed twenty-eight times, which indicates a heightened level of aggression and emotion. If the android is involved it’s definitely deviant.” You jumped at the sound of Connor’s voice and slapped his arm.

“Jeez, give a girl some warning. I didn’t even hear you walk up.” Connor didn’t even flinch at the slap, if anything it might have hurt you more.

His head was tilted again and you actively had to shred up the thought that it was a cute habit. In reality, you were aware he was probably just recalibrating or scanning his environment. “Apologies Detective, I’ll make my presence known next time.” Then without warning he walked up to the murder weapon, dipped his fingers in the blood and-

Yeah, you were going to throw up.

“The fuck are you doing?” For once you weren’t opposed to Hank’s vulgarity. That was disgusting, you can’t believe Connor just licked the blood. Like it was fucking ice cream!

His LED stuttered from a calm blue to an alarmed yellow for a moment before settling back on blue. “I was designed to sample evidence detectives, my tongue has all the capabilities of a crime lab but with instantaneous results. Apologies for the alarm, I’ll make sure to give you a warning next time.”

Hank nodded, “Whatever, just… no more sticking evidence in your mouth.” Connor nodded and you asked if anything useful came out of that disgusting display.

“The blood belongs to Carlos Ortiz and is approximately nineteen days old.” You shook your head, “so nothing useful then?”

Connor frowned as you and Hank turned towards each other and effectively dismissed him. “There’s no fingerprints.” That gets your attention. “They could have worn gloves,” you and Hank both say it practically at the same time.

Connor shakes his head. “There’s no fibers or any traces of gloves used to cover fingerprints. I’m also seeing traces of thirium around the body.” You gave him a disbelieving look as you gazed at the ground. Blood, porno mags, old beer cans. No bright blue android blood in sight.

“Uh, Con, I’m not seeing anything. Hank?” He just shook his head and kept glaring at the android.

“You wouldn’t be able to see it detectives. After a few hours, thirium, what you call blue blood, becomes invisible to the naked eye.”

Hank nods, “You seeing anything else?” Connor nods his head and begins moving towards the kitchen. Hank goes back to the body to talk to Chris. Your curiosity gets the best of you and you follow Connor. He stops to look through the house before coming to a dead stop in the middle of the kitchen and just staring.

“Connor?” You wave your hand in front of his unseeing eyes. “Con-con? C-man? Connorific? Okay.” You had about a million more god awful nicknames up your sleeve but he was obviously up to something. You left him alone in the kitchen and turned down the hallway. It looked like Carlos’s bed was in a corner adjacent to the living room, you could only assume that this would be a bathroom.

Instinct stopped you in front of the curtains at the end of the hallway. To your left there was clear marking where a ladder should be. You slowly popped open your holster and reached towards the curtains. Your hands grasped the edges gently and you pulled-

“Jesus!” At the end of the hall you could hear some rookies laughing at you. You’d just gotten a heart attack from a bunch of brooms. Real professional Y/N, yeah you’re a real badass. You flipped off the uniformed cops and shoved your way through the bathroom door. “That was so embarrassing!” You screwed your eyes shut as your head thumped against the door frame. After a few deep breaths you finally looked around.

“What the fuck?” The words were whispered as you took in the decrepit bathroom. rA9 was carved into the walls and there was human blood surrounding a crudely carved deity. It looked almost like a sacrificial shrine. What could an android pray to? You kneeled down in front of the statuette to try and get a better look at it.

You didn’t realize you’d asked the question out loud until Connor answered and effectively destroyed your blood pressure. “Androids can’t pray or feel emotions. They deviate and experience glitches in their software that make them think they’re feelings.” You jumped at the unexpected sound of his voice. You would have fallen from your squatted position were it not for the gentle hand steadying your shoulder. Connor offered you a diplomatic hand up and you took it. Ignoring how nice his hand felt in your own. If an android is making me feel weak in the knees I really need to stop turning Reed’s offer down. The idea of actually going on a date with Gavin made your knees shake for other more insidious reasons.

“I believe that I have figured out how the murder took place, detective.” Connor was staring at you and you nearly mushed his face away so you didn’t have to look into his stupid puppy dog eyes.

“Alright, let’s see what you’ve got.” He led the way out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. “Hank!” Hank dismissed Chris and made his way over to the two of you. “Connor thinks he’s got it figured out.” A smug, almost amused expression came over Andersons face as he told Connor to give it his best shot.

“The struggle started here,” he moves towards the counter. “The victim attacked and damaged the android with a baseball bat. The android grabbed a knife and stabbed the victim. The victim struggled and tripped his way into the living room.” You’d made your way to the body and he kneeled in front of it. His head was tilted again as he examined Carlos and then he stood. “The android finished him off here and then used his blood to write this message ‘I Am Alive.’”

Hank seemed begrudgingly impressed. “Not bad, for a plastic doll.” You would have been shocked at his semi praise if you weren’t constructing your own mental image of what took place. Connor had said there were no prints going out the backyard, your mind went back to the missing ladder in the hallway.

Going to the kitchen you ignored Hank's questions as you set the chair up underneath the attic door. You’d seen the ads for the Eden Club, the disturbing pictures of nude women all over the victims fridge, his strange fascination with pleasure androids. You could only imagine the disturbing torture this poor android went through being under Carlos Ortiz’s care. It was hard not to have sympathy for it. If this was a normal case it’d be labeled as self-defense. Self defense after years of domestic and emotional abuse. A human would have an indisputable defense, an android gets deactivated and dissected. It didn’t sit right with you.

In fact, it really pissed you off.

“Detective, if I may?” Connor stopped you before you could climb the chair and instead got up and opened the attic.

“What are you two doing?”

Both you and Connor whipped around towards Hank like toddlers with their hands caught in the cookie jar. “Checking a hunch.”

“Uh-huh, just- just be careful.” Hank gave the both of you a disbelieving look and walked away. Connor made his way up to the attic and pulled himself up gracefully. He surprised you as you stepped up on the chair and offered you his hand. You grasped onto the edge of the attic entrance and prepared to pull yourself up, only to be cut off by your own yelp as Connor practically threw you inside. Android strength never failed to surprise you.

His hands were on your arms as he stabilized you before telling you in a hushed whisper to be quiet. “If you didn’t fucking throw me in here like I’m a flying squirrel I would be quiet,” you whisper shouted back at him. He ignored you as he moved through the attic.

You saw a shadow play across the curtain and on instinct alone your gun was in your hand. Your heart went out to the android but you weren’t risking anything with a deviant.

Connor motioned you behind him, you complied only because you thought a deviant would respond better to another android. A good call when out of nowhere an HK400 jumped out from a pile of boxes covered in blood. “Please,” he sounded so sad. So disparaged, your heart aches for him knowing what his fate would inevitably be. “Don’t tell them.”

“Connor, wait-“

“It’s in here!”

“Well I’ll be damned. Chris, get your ass over here!” You shook your head in disappointment, reaching for the android, ignoring the look of utter betrayal he was shooting at Connor, and you cuffed him. Connor grabbed him from you to direct him out of the attic. You ignored Connor and the strained praise Hank directed towards him as you directed the android to a patrol car.

“I’ll go in first, see how he responds.” Hank nodded as you made your way into the interrogation room.

“Hello, I don’t see a name in this file. Were you registered one?” Nothing, he just kept rocking back and forth. You’d seen this before in victims of domestic violence, rape, assault, other crimes of that ilk. It was jarring seeing something meant to be emotionless and empty showing such clear signs of PTSD. “Would you like to tell me what happened three weeks ago?”

He flinched at the mention of that night. “Or,” a brief look in your direction, “we could talk about something else.” That gained his attention.

“What is Detecive Y/L/N doing?” Connor was analyzing the androids stress levels and frowned at your method of interrogation. You were human, of course you wouldn’t be aware that you needed to stress the android out, not comfort it. Still, this wasn’t an efficient use of time or effort and Connor would prefer to deal with the deviant himself.

“She’s doing her job,” it was clear the Lieutenant was still not happy with Connors presence, briefly on the side of his vision he could see a new objective appear.

IMPROVE RELATIONSHIP WITH LIEUTENANT

He’d deal with that after the deviant. His attention moved back to you. “You were pre-owned. Were you a gift or purchased by Carlos? Do you have any memories of who you belonged to before?” Analyzing you he could see an elevated heart rate and a spike in your cortisol levels. You were quickly becoming frustrated with the one-way conversation. “Look, I’m trying to help you. They’re going to deactivate you and disassemble you. I’m trying to understand your side of things so maybe, just maybe, I can help you out. Get you out of this mess.”

The lack of response once again frustrated you. “I don’t even know why she’s bothering. Just shut the damn thing down and move on.” Connor hadn’t had time to deduce the reason Detective Reed had joined in the interrogation room, but judging on his elevated heart rate and testosterone spike when you spoke to him, Gavin was attracted to you physically.

“CyberLife sent me to catch deviants so they can better understand where the problem in their programming is coming from. I need all the information we can get from this HK400 to better understand the causes of deviancy and prevent them from occurring again.”

Before Gavin could respond you walked into the room. He’d been too distracted to notice that you had stopped interrogating the deviant. “Send Connor in.”

“Y/N?” You dismissed Hank with a wave of you hand and motioned for Connor to head to the other room.

“What’s the point? Why don’t you just rough it up a bit, it’s not human.” You rolled your eyes and tensed up at Gavin’s voice. Connor didn’t need an analysis to understand that you were uncomfortable around him.

“There’s no point, androids don’t feel pain. You would only damage it, and that wouldn’t make it talk. I could try questioning it, it might respond better to an android rather than a human.”

Hank and Y/N shared a look that Connor couldn’t analyze before Hank shrugged and waved his hand. “What have we got to lose?”

“They will deactivate you!” Connors' voice wasn't exactly made for threatening someone. It was kind of like a toddler threatening to tell their mom what you did. You could tell from Hank's face he was thinking the same thing and you were about five seconds away from caving Gavin’s face in if he kept making fun of Connor. You couldn’t help but want to defend him, he just had one of those faces you wanted to protect. Probably a purposeful move on CyberLife’s part.

“Do you understand that?” Oh, damn. You rescind all previous statements. Connor seemed to realize his method wasn’t working out, somehow his voice had gotten deeper, more husky. There was a small, eensy part of you that wouldn’t hate being in those handcuffs right now.

Android. He’s an android that’s probably built like a Ken doll. Get yourself under control.

You’d been a bit preoccupied being a pent-up horn dog to realize the deviant had started speaking. “I was scared… so I hid.”

“I’m done.”

“Well I’ll be damned, the bastard actually did it.”

Shit, you’d missed the whole thing. You’d have to go back and watch the tape later, and probably take a cold shower, because what the hell is wrong with you.

You made your way to the interrogation room, Chris took his cuffs out to take the android back to lock up. “Leave me alone!” He shoved away from Chris and curled up into himself.

“The fucks wrong with it?” Everything Gavin said made you want to run his face over a cheese grater.

Connor moved forward, “You shouldn’t touch it. It will self-destruct if it feels damaged.”

“Stay out of this, got it? No fuckin android is gonna tell me what to do.” You pushed forward and pulled Gavin back by the shoulder.

“Maybe listen to the fucking android dipshit, I think he’d have a lot more experience then you on the subject.”

Gavin shoved you off, “Get a fucking move on Chris!” Your hip slammed into the corner of the table and you were momentarily crippled by the pain. That’s gonna hurt like a bitch later!

You gently grabbed Chris’s arm and pulled him away from the android. “I can’t let you do that! If it self-destructs we’ll never get anything out of it!” Connor had positioned himself between the android and Gavin.

And then Gavin, supreme douchebag he is, pulls his gun, ignoring Hank's warning and completely violating protocol. You don’t even think before moving Connor behind you and drawing your own firearm.

“I said that’s enough!” Gavin looked towards Hank, both you and your partner had your guns pointed at him. Gavin pitched a fit before storming out of the interrogation room. Connor moved to comfort the android before giving Chris instructions on how to deal with him.

There was a heavy feeling of shame weighing upon your shoulders as you watched him walk towards the door. He paused and looked at Connor, “The truth is inside.”

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character's i write for

welcome to my list of characters where i have many of them from many fandoms that i write for

requests: temporarily closed

bolded names are ones i really wanna write for

yellowjackets (shauna shipman, jackie taylor, lottie matthews, taissa turner, van palmer, nat scatorccio, laura lee, callie sadecki)

dc titans (dick grayson, jason todd, kory anders, gar logan, donna troy, dawn granger, hank hall)

fear street (deena johnson, sam fraser, ziggy berman, cindy berman, kate schmidt, alice hart, simon kalivoda, tommy slater, young!nick goode)

teen wolf (scott mccall, stiles stilinski, isaac lahey, malia tate, kira yukimura, lydia martin, liam dunbar)

american horror story (violet harmon, kit walker, lana winters, zoe benson, madison montgomery, kyle spencer, misty day, cordelia goode, jimmy darling, tristan duffy, ally mayfair-richards, kai anderson, winter anderson, mallory, brooke thompson, montana duke)

the summer I turned pretty (jeremiah fisher, belly conklin, taylor jewel, shayla wang, conrad fisher)

miscellaneous: maeve rojas (one of us is lying), leighton murray (the sex lives of college girls), miguel diaz (cobra kai), brooke davis (one tree hill), maeve wiley & ruby matthews (sex education), kate bishop (hawkeye), roronoa zoro (one piece live action), daisy johnson (agents of shield), zach dempsey (13 reasons why), nate archibald (gossip girl)

another thing i'd like to add, i wouldn't mind writing poly ships x reader like dickkory, jackieshauna, stalia, sameena, lottienat, jaygar, etc. (or a poly ship with crossover characters like dick grayson & kate bishop for example)

i will write for fluff, angst, and maybe smut (there's only so much i am comfortable with though) if you ask nicely. and i only write for fem & gn readers

and as a reminder, you guys can request for the following fandoms for oneshots, headcanons, or just sending your fluffy or horny thoughts in my inbox (i don't judge)

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Connor x Fem!Reader, (18+), 2k words

Newbies to sex, soft!Connor, friends to lovers, humanAU Warnings: oral sex (m!receiving)

A little something to tide my brain over while I write angst.

(18+)

Sex and Lemonade

Sheer curtains billow around an open window and a fan in the corner is working overtime to make up for the lack of AC in the Anderson home. Hank’s gone on vacation and Connor, ever so dutiful, volunteered to house sit. He invited you over to keep him company in the big, empty house which he thought would be a sort of cute, friends sleepover deal. The problem was, he was thinking with best friend goggles on and had not realized how horribly distracting it would be to have you splayed on his bed with your pretty legs peeking out of a short, flowery dress.

You’re drumming your fingers against a thigh that’s not yours, eyes wide in disbelief. Blue denim runs up Connor’s leg and he’s nose deep in a book that you’ve seen him carrying around all week. A glass of strawberry lemonade rests in your hands. Ice swirls and clacks as you stir the drink with a straw. Water beads down the side of it, dripping down onto your thighs. You’re eyeing him curiously. Connor knows he’s in trouble because his cheeks feel like they’re on fire. 

“That can’t be true,” you insist.

He’s watching you, mortified as your lips wrap around a straw and he finds himself gulping when you hollow your cheeks and suck. His hand automatically finds the back of his head and he’s fumbling with his hair.

His voice is so quiet, the fan nearly drowns it out. “It is.”

“You’re telling me you’ve never had a blowjob?”

The book he’s holding instantly rises to block his blushing face. His nose bumps into its pages and you’re giggling and all he sees are your fingers pushing it lower.

“Wait, but how?” you press. The bed shifts and you move to rest on your elbows and place your face on his lap. His book gets forgotten, snaps shut and slides off the edge of the bed. He fights to contain the twitch of his cock, brown eyes widening at your placement. You’re oblivious to his struggle, gazing up at him through your lashes with an understanding smile. “In all our years at uni, it’s never happened?”

He’s biting his lip down as he memorizes the color of your lips and the way it glistens in the light. Sweat beads from your neck and down the line between your breasts. And god, it’s suddenly, brutally hot and the fan’s doing nothing to cool him off. Abruptly, Connor lurches forward to reach for his glass of lemonade before he loses his mind. It’s with a shaky hand that he manages to take a swig and place it back on a nightstand.

“I… it’s… n-never come up,” he stammers out. “Either the moment wasn’t right, or my partner wasn’t interested.”

As you let his words sink in, you push your tongue against your cheek and hum.

“I haven’t given one before. So, I guess that makes us an inexperienced pair,” you admit and take another sip of your drink. Your lips part, pink tongue searching for a straw and when you do find it, your eyes close as you let it slip into your mouth.

Connor’s fighting to keep his body in check but he can’t still the blood flooding to his hips. He lets out a small noise but covers it up with a cough. It makes your eyes snap back up at him.

“You okay?” you ask.

“Yes. I-I’m fine.”

“Did you want to try it?”

He thinks he’s hearing things. You guys are childhood friends, he’s been there when you scraped a knee, screamed at ghost stories and have chased each other from sunrise to sunset. The thoughts flooding his mind aren’t ones he should be having about a best friend. Plus, your tone is teasing, like you’re just pulling his leg and want to rile him up. He feels you shift on his lap, cheek pressed inches away from his jean zipper.

“If the situation was right and there was interest, then yes, I’d like to try it,” Connor answers.

“There is,” you offer quietly, as if you’re unsure how he’ll react. You’re missing all of his signals, the deep pink tint on his freckled cheeks and the subtle shift of his hips to reorient the denim over his crotch. “I’ve also… never done it before but it could be fun.” Alarmed, you quickly add, “But only if you want to.”

Nodding is all he’s capable of as he’s certain steam’s leaving his ears. Your eyes don’t stray far from his face and he’s grateful because he’s painfully hard now. The pressure in his jeans grows and you’re still looking at him like you’ve been daydreaming about this as long as he has.

“Connor?” you ask with uncertainty because his small nod was not enough.

“Yes. Please.”

Much to his disappointment, you rise up from his lap, place your cup next to his and sit up to face him. You’re glancing at his lips and he doesn’t waste another precious second. His arms find the dip in your waist, traces the contours of your shoulder blades and he’s pulling you in by your neck to meet his lips. There’s the barest graze of skin on skin, a small ticklish, featherlike touch before he devours you.

Suddenly, it’s all lips, teeth and tongue, soft moans and hair tugs. Connor tastes like sweet, tangy summer and vanilla. There’s the scent of sunscreen, pine and a mysterious third thing that’s always made your best friend smell like home whenever you hug him. Your hands wander over the silky texture of his short brown hair and squeeze the back of his neck. He’s warm and soft on your skin, and you’re thinking you could do this forever as his arms engulf you. You’re so lost in the feel of him that you nearly forget what you’ve set out to do.

“M’sorry,” you say, with heated cheeks and short, quick breaths. “I didn’t mean to make you wait.”

His lips hover close to yours like he’s not ready for you to part. “Please. I need you.”

Your eyes lock as you slide off his lap, palms spreading over his chest. You’re itching to see more of him. Reading your mind, firm muscles flex beneath your hands as Connor lifts the hem of his shirt past his head. He lays back into his elbows and watches you, abdominal muscles tensing in anticipation.

“Has anyone told you that you’re really pretty?” you say.

“Not… often,” he admits, shyly. “I— I’ve always thought you were.”

That makes you grin wide. “Really?”

“Really, really.” For too many years, he’s held his tongue, repressed his feelings. They’re all surfacing now that you’re straddling his lap and he’s picturing what you might look like without your sundress.

You’re stalling a bit because having him under you in these circumstances is a bit unnerving but you’re dying to know if he tastes as sweet elsewhere. Your hands shake nervously when you go to undo his jean’s top button. He hisses in relief as your fingers work their magic on the zipper, freeing his cock from restrictive denim. A beat passes and you hesitate to remove the last barrier between him and you.

“Do… do you need help?” Connor asks. He’s already a mess, brows pinched, lips parted, dark locks splaying over his forehead. You wonder what he’ll look like if this is what he’s like before you’ve even begun.

“I’ve got this,” you answer with confidence. Truthfully, your heart’s hammering in your ears but as you help him pull the hem of his boxer briefs down, your mouth falls open at the sight of him. He’s pretty and pink, thicker than what you’ve seen before and as you gauge his length, you’re a little apprehensive about fitting all of him in you.

He notices your hesitation and offers you an out.

“You d-don’t have to, if you don’t want—” 

His own moan cuts him off. Your tongue flicks out, swirling around a smooth, angry red tip, catching a bead of slick on your tongue and his hips jolt. He takes you by surprise, rubbing himself against your mouth like he’s begging for more.

“S-sorry,” he chokes out but it’s all Connor manages he before you’re wrapping your lips around him. He curses from above you, hands balling sheets into his fists because he’s not sure he’ll be able to control his grip. You try to fit more of him in you, sliding his length past your curled tongue until your jaw stings a little from the stretch. Your palms have to grab his thighs as he involuntarily bucks forward, wanting to claim more of your mouth. He means to apologize again but his words die in his throat as you look back up at him.

Dear god, he’s certain he died from heat stroke because you had no reason looking so innocent with your lips stretched around him. Slowly, you hollow your cheeks and suck lightly and he’s lost. A whimper leaves his throat as you start bobbing over him. His hands give up on the sheets and bury themselves into your hair. Feeling encouraged, you move a little faster, rotating your head every now and then so your tongue can lavish the nerves you didn’t catch on your former passes. But Connor’s big and eventually you need more air than his size allows you to take in. He tries not to tug and whines when you pop off of him.

“I-is this okay?” you inquire.

Tears bead at the corners of your eyes, dripping down your cheeks and he’s moving a hand from your hair to swipe it gently across your face. He’s panting and equally out of breath, cock throbbing by your mouth. You look perfect from between his legs, hair a mess, dress straps fallen down your arms. Your breasts have slipped out from the loose material, completing his image of you as a wet dream come true. Your lips are puffy and as your tongue darts out to taste him again, he fights the sudden urge to finish all over your face.

“Baby.” He’s never called you that before and it makes your heart lurch. His voice is gentle, brown eyes sparkling with pride. Connor’s aware that this may be a one off thing between best friends but then you’re back to looking up at him with so much affection and he swears he’s never been happier. “You’re amazing… feels so good.”

His hand squeezes your cheek as you smile and lean into his touch. He’s back to moaning the second you fit him all back into your mouth, only this time you’re feeling much more confident. A light pull at his hips is all the encouragement he needs to move gently. Your hands leave his thighs to stroke the parts of him you can’t reach.

He’s fucking into your mouth at a lazy pace, sliding past your tongue and testing the limits of your throat. When you don’t recoil, and instead push him a little further so your nose rests on his pelvis, Connor lets out a low, guttural sound.

“Mmm… good girl. You’re doing so well.”

You whine around his cock and it makes his hips move faster and rougher. He throbs once more and begins to swell against your tongue. Connor’s a little lost in the moment, eyes clamped shut and hands using your hair and face as an anchor.

“Fuck, fuck. Please.”

You’re not sure what else you can do, but you try to ramp up your efforts, squeezing the base of his cock while pushing him as deep as you can go. His moans become unhinged, a series of sultry ah, ah, ah’s that strikes a deep, empty ache between your thighs. Your name gets stretched into a long shout before he’s shuddering and flooding your mouth with the salty, sweet taste of him.

It’s addicting, causing you to suck a little longer than his overly sensitive nerves can handle. He cries out, gasping your name around a moan. A hand pushes you gently off him and you’re pouting as his cock rests on your cheek. Connor calls to you, lowering himself to pull you in for a kiss. You can feel his moan as he tastes himself on your lips and his hands roam, squeezing your face. Pulling away slowly, he keeps his nose pressed against your cheek and murmurs quietly.

“You taste so sweet with me on your tongue.”

A pair of glasses with a sugary, sour drink sparkles pink and orange from a setting sun. The ice has melted but neither of you are in a rush for more refreshments. You seem content to be held by him, eyes closed and cheeks nuzzling against his. In the corner, a fan spins, lifting your dress past your thighs and Connor’s suddenly, parched.

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