#swat connor

[detroitbecomeonline]

HERE IS MY SWAT CONNOR THAT I WORKED SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND HOW TO DO HERE LOOK AT HIM

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[just-another-rk800-obsessed-fan]

SWAT Connor appreciation post...

Pictures from @ellellebe (@vrtuellereality) on Twitter

[mercilessflowchart]

The fish aren't the ones being held hostage here, Connor...

[c0nstantinez]

Hello,🤗

could you please help by reblogging a post about my fundraising campaign to support my family ?

Find it in my pinned post🙏

Your assistance (donations or reblogging) would mean a lot.🙏🙏

Thanks You🌷❤️

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[mooseonahunt]

Sixty’s about to ruin someone’s night.

[alisbackalleybbq]

Dominque Luca, don’t you dare go after Ava Bekker! Look what she did to Conner’s dad!

[unstablerk800]

@illbringthechaosmagic

LAWD 🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️

@kassiekolchek22 I LOVE MODS

[hollisxwrites]

could you write a percy x daughter of dionysus reader? 🧎‍♀️🙏🏼

lay all your love on me

AGED UP percy jackson x daughter of dionysus! reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: inspired by the "lay all your love on me" scene in momma mia!, just take out the funny background dancers. pretty spicy, not fully on smut, but definitely some heavy making out and innuendos. underwater kissing, mention of underage drinking and the reader being a little bit of a troublemaker, some language, possibly can be seen as slightly angst at the beginning with some little bitty bit of jealously. i really like this one!

summary: the reader is bored on a beach day with her boyfriend, percy, so she decides to tease him a little bit, which ends up with her and her boyfriend making out on the ocean floor LMAO.

Laughter filled the air as my boyfriend, Percy, and I sprawled out on the beach of Camp. It was one of the rare days of peace we had at Camp, a beautiful, glorious, Sunday. Percy looked stunning, as always, the sun warming his freckled face, and the sea making his already perfect hair even curlier. His swim trunks, even though they had unicorns in shark onesies on them, clung to his figure perfectly. I took a sip of my champagne that we had managed to steal out of the cabinet that my dad kept near his desk, and I tried to pry my eyes away from Percy. He was chattering out about something that had happened with the younger campers the day before, watching the waves from his perch against a rock. I wanted to distract him from the mundane talk of camp, so I decided I would mess with the boy a little bit.  

I stood up from where I sat near Percy and pulled off the oversized tee shirt that I had on over my swimsuit. The swimsuit was plum purple, and I knew Percy loved it, he made it abundantly clear every time I wore it. I stood near the water, about ten or eleven feet away from Percy when his conversation finally died down. “You look...beautiful, dear gods.” He choked out, his voice straining a little bit.  

I smiled and adjusted my hair, so it framed my face. “Thank you, darling.” I took another swig out of my champagne flute and turned so my back was to Percy. Soon enough, just as I expected, Percy was beside me. He moved to put his hand on my lower back, but I swatted his hand away. I looked over and saw the little pout on his face, and knew my mission was already succeeding.  

“I noticed you talking to Connor a lot yesterday, what’s that about?” Percy asked, his tone almost a little bitter, even though I could tell by his demeanor that he was joking with me. 

I shrugged. “I lived in the Hermes cabin for a long time, Mr. D never wanted to claim me because he didn’t want to have to punish his own daughter. I used to get into a lot of trouble at Camp.” 

Percy chuckled at this. “Oh, I know. What did Connor want, though? You guys don’t usually talk like that.” 

“Don’t worry about it, Perc.” I looked him in the eye. “He was just asking me if I knew who had stable duties this week, since we both are in trouble with Chiron right now.” 

Percy sighed, letting his eyes wander down my figure, which sent electric shock through my entire body. “Okay, I’m just not used to being so jealous. Any guy I see talk to you feels like a potential threat.” He moved closer to me, our fingers millimeters away from touching. 

“You have no reason to be afraid of other guys. You know I’ve only ever had eyes for you. You have all my love.” I said, comforting the boy. 

He nodded at this. “Sorry, I feel so possessive of you sometimes, you’re just so fucking beautiful, I know any guy would want to have you, but you’re mine.”    

A shiver ran down my spine. “That’s why I love you so much, Perc. That is exactly how I am with you. I don’t want anyone else to even look at you.” 

Percy leaned down a little bit, probably trying to kiss me, and I connected our noses, but never our lips. I moved away, pushing his muscular chest a little, and went to take a sip from the glass still in my hand. He smirked a little bit, finally catching onto the game I was playing with him. I set the glass down in the sand, and walked further into the water, thus further away from Percy. I flipped myself so I was facing him again. “Don’t go wasting your emotion, Perc. Lay all your love on me!”  

He giggled, obviously getting the ABBA reference I was making here. “Okay, miss disco queen.”  

I laughed, getting close enough to kiss him again. This time, just our top lips touch before I pull away and move back to the rock we were leaning against earlier. Perched again on the rock, I looked Percy in the eye. His eyes wandered once again to my figure in the swimsuit, but not in a way that made me uncomfortable, in fact, he made me feel so loved with his gaze. He moved towards me this time, and finally brought us together into a real kiss. My back pressed against the cool surface of the rocks, and I was fully immersed in the kiss. His hands went to my waist, pulling my chest flesh against his, causing my entire body to feel ignited by his touch.  

He separated us, leaving me panting and my knees weak. “Two can play this game, disco queen.” He ran off into the water, diving into the depths of the salty sea. 

“Not fair!” I shouted out after him, still trying to compose myself after the earth-shattering kiss we shared. Sure, as a Dionysus kid, I may have a lot of wit and a lot of charm, but I could not breath underwater like Percy could. Suddenly, I saw a mop of blond curls pop up from the water about half a mile into the distance. “Percy Jackson!” I yelled again. 

I saw, or at least I thought I did, him flipping me off from the distance, and that made the desire in me to catch him even stronger. I hopped in the water and started to paddle my arms, quiet poorly, trying aimlessly to catch up with the boy. I felt a hand grab my calf, and I yelped as I was pulled into the water. I came face to face with Percy. I hated to say it, but he looked even more attractive underwater, if that was even possible. His lips met mine, once again, and due to his touch and manipulation of the water, I could breathe, ish. His hands gripped me, pulling me further down into the dingy water. Being underwater with Percy was always a thrill, especially when we were making out like this, tongues clashing and hands being nowhere and everywhere all at once. When he finally parted from me, both of us were panting like dogs. “Gods, I love you.” 

I giggled, pressing a lingering kiss into his jawline. “I love you, too.”  

He bit his lip as I continued to press kisses into his jaw, his neck, and eventually his collarbones. Maybe it was the champagne going to my head, or maybe it was my handsome boyfriend, but I had never been happier than I was in this moment. My kisses went lower and lower down his abdomen, and I’m sure what you can guess what happened next. 

But, as they say, what happens in the ocean stays in the ocean, or something like that.    

[the-newlymadeweeb]

His Girl

Luke Castellan x female!reader

Description: Luke spends a moment with his favourite hot tempered darling.

Gif is not mine, credits to the creator.

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It was an agreed upon opinion that battle axes were incredibly unconventional but you had decided from the moment you had it made that this would be your weapon of choice. And by the gods, did you have a temper. You'd joke that at least your brutish rage would match your brutish weapon. It was extremely ironic when the owl symbol burned brightly over your head and not the symbolic blessing of Ares.

Luke always thought you were a fascinating person: soft features sharply contrasted with fiery eyes and an axe. All that righteous rage never looked so beautiful. He'd received a very limited amount of blessings that were for him alone, but you were satiating and comforting and the hollowed feeling in his chest filled when you let him reach out and accept him in your hands and heart.

And sometimes he'd think, okay maybe there's some salvation and goodness for me.

"Luke? What are you–"

"Just– let me, okay?" He asked as he traced his thumb across your brow and cheekbone, his other hand cupping the back of your neck, cradling you close– admiring, imbibing, "the twins tried to prank you again?"

You rolled your eyes, "would've been funny if I didn't see it a mile away."

"Is that so? Is that why they had me hide your axe?"

He laughed, drawing you close, kissing away the claims of betrayal and conspiracy.

"Gods, you're so beautiful," He sighed.

Sooner or later things were going to change. Luke had a feeling that the summer solstice would truly stir the pot and for all your anger, he knew that when it came down to it, you might not side with him always. In a way, Athena cannot be trusted and hence, neither could you or even Annabeth for a matter of fact.

That wasn't going to change his mind or the skeleton of a plan he'd created but it did make him begin to miss you already, and he knew that he'd covet you even more as the time passed and he'll miss your precious righteous anger and the bittersweet taste of salt and sweat that he kissed off your lips and cheeks after strenuous tasks or games.

His girl with fiery eyes and an axe.

"Yeah, yeah; you keep complimenting me while aiding and abetting the twins. Cancels each other out."

You grinned, tucking your head into the crook of his neck, sneaking your thumbs under his shirt, brushing his sides. You know Luke'll return your weapons and Travis and Connor will be sent for their showers after the entire Hermes cabin finishes theirs for the next week. All in all, dating Head Councelor has its perks.

"Your birthday's coming up, got any requests?" He asks, pressing a kiss to your hair before leaning back to look you in the eye.

"Nah, maybe we can spend the day sparring. I can show you this technique I've developed."

"Sparring, huh?" He smirks, "sure, I'd love to see this technique of yours."

"Wow, leave me alone," you roll your eyes, swatting at him.

He catched your hand and presses two kisses between your knuckles and as always, almost love a traditional practice you do the same to him.

"Alright I gotta go, the new kids got their Greek lesson now," you say.

"Wish I had such a gorgeous tutor back in the day," he teases, grinning as you stick your tongue at him, "I'll see you later."

"Yeah you will. I love you."

"I love you more.'

His girl with fiery eyes and an axe.

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[kissoflightning]

Connor RK800, RK900 Full-Body Reference Pics

Here's what else we have so far!

Alice YK500

AP700

Captain Allen SWAT

Chloe RT600, Chloe ST200, and ST300 Androids

DPD and Police Androids (Including Ben Collins, Chris Miller, Jeffrey Fowler, Tina Chen, and PM700)

Gavin Reed

Hank Anderson

Josh PJ500

Leo Manfred

Markus RK200

North WR400

Richard Perkins

Simon & Daniel PL600

Traci WR400 and HR400 Androids (Including "Echo" and "Ripple" ]

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[detroitbecomeonline]

SWAT Connor: CyberLife store (part 11)

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[marcusrobertobaq]

Although it's just a comic relief moment I find funny Connor being like a messy tank, no finesse at all sometimes.

Like, while mfs open the doors when on rush he's the one putting the whole wall down just to get inside the house cuz he thinks it's faster (in urgent cases ofc). I don't think got anything to do with his program or brain, it's just Connor's impulsive decisions.

If u wanna talk about prototypes Connor is a final prototype with the commercial version already ready for action, the devs didn't run out of time. And Markus was a 0.5 of sorts reconfigured for caretaker function made by Kamski himself and his team but still have the og thing inside he likely "unlocks" with deviancy, u can notice how things are natural even tho he has just deviated few hrs before.

I honestly don't think Connor can't do anything Markus can but it's pretty clear they gave the Connor series appeal to small guns. I won't dare questioning why 😳

I'm convinced that Markus can jump over a window that smoothly while Connor stumbles over and fall because

1) Markus-era androids have more quality in some points and Cyberlife didn't mass produce as much, he's elite thank you very much

2) Connor is a beta-version of the final product. The devs ran out of time and definitely struggled with the deadline as all programmers do

3) Connor has the android equivalent of a smooth brain, no wrinkles here

[cyberbullyingandroids]

I JUST READ YOUR SWAT CONNOR FIC. ITS SO GOOD. I LOVE THAT EVERYONE ELSE ALSO LOVES SWAT CONNOR. ❤️‍🔥

I'm happy you liked it! I thought I had scared you off because it's just... Fetish. I had a vision and went for it 😭 I'll probably write another SWAT Connor fic for Dom Eve that's a little less niche. ❤️

Link to the fic in question.

[telizere]

Here is my piece for DBH Reverse Big Bang (@dbh-bb). I was partnered with @rking200 as the writer and we explored an idea of alternate universe where Captain Allen was so impressed with Connor, after the android managed to successfully negotiate the release of Emma Phillips, that he fought tooth and nail to procure Connor for SWAT (as tactical robot, electronic control weapon, protective gear, part of the Team).

You can read rking200's story here .

Also I got my hands on a tablet! I usually work with ink so it was a challenge to switch from paper and pencil to drawing digitally. After finishing lineart I decided to add basic colors and then it snowballed from there but I think I managed not to fall into Realistic Beaver Show category :D

Alt Text: Captain Allen and Connor stand face to face. Captain Allen is in his full SWAT armour. Connor wears a lighter version of SWAT armour. His LED is hidden, Captain Allen holds out to Connor his coin, Connor reaches for it but is hesitant to take it. Captain's Allen posture is confident, while Connor is slightly hunched and his head is bowed.

[gogogodzilla]

Um I was wondering if you could write smut about connor and about if he can vibrate if yk what i mean cause i feel like im not the only person that thinks that androids can vibrate. please and thank you

Tease || Connor (RK800)

Summary: Connor can't wait until you get home.

Note Pt. 2: This is a spiritual epilogue of my completed Connor fanfic, Criminal Analysis!

Warnings: smut (obviously lol), afab reader, oral (reader receiving), fingering (connor has vibrating fingers), semi-public sex

{Masterlist}

You knew what you were doing— you were wearing those pants Connor liked. Really liked. 

Of course, you had another reason to be wearing them other than riling him up. You knew that you’d be called into court eventually, that’s part of being a forensic psychologist, after all. 

It all started that morning. You got to sleep in a little due to court and you relished the few extra moments of unconsciousness. 

However, those moments lost their sweetness when you felt the cold, empty space beside you in bed. You blindly swatted the other side of the bed, hoping that if you reached just a little bit further you’d find your lover. He’d bring your groggy form into his embrace, and lull you back into a dreamless sleep. 

Your grasps came up empty and you rolled onto your back with a huff. The bedroom door opened with a click, and soft footsteps echoed throughout the room. You peeked open an eye and struggled to fight the grin that appeared at the sight of your love.

Connor’s hair was neat as always, but he had exchanged his Cyberlife jacket with a normal suit jacket. It was a refreshing change. 

Connor neared your side of the bed, and your grin grew. He bent down and pressed a soft, slow kiss to your temple and ran his fingers through your hair, smoothing out some of the tangles.  

He slowly peppered kisses down your face, moving from your forehead, down to the space between your eyebrows, to the tip of your nose, and, finally, your lips.

You didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, the ache for him already growing. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged him towards you. 

Connor knew better than to fall into your trap, especially when he was running late. He placed a hand beside your head to stop himself from coming any closer. That didn’t stop you from trying, though.

“I have to go,” he whispered as he gently pulled away. 

You sighed dreamily as you sat up, “You should’ve woken me up sooner.” 

“If we started,” Connor purred as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “we wouldn’t be able to stop.” 

You hummed in response as you slowly trailed your fingers up his thigh. He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, but you just grinned. 

You settled for resting your hands on his belt buckle, “You can afford to be a few minutes late.” 

Your argument was flawed, you knew that. Connor would rather cut off his own foot than be late. But, you also knew that you could be very persuasive. 

Connor pried your hand from his belt buckle and gave you a placating smile, “I’ll be home as soon as I can.” 

You let out a huff as you threw yourself back on the bed with a groan. You’re lucky you didn’t crack your head on the headboard, but you didn’t really care at the moment. 

Connor bent over and gave you a final kiss, whispering an ‘I love you’ against your lips. It was almost like you were Snow White, and he was your prince charming. Although, the only thing he’d awoken was a deep need throbbing between your legs. And then he was out the door. 

You set your plan into motion almost immediately. You felt a bit giddy at the thought of Connor getting all hot and bothered just by the sight of you. Especially, if he wouldn’t get to touch you until later that night. 

Your heart raced as you pushed open the glass door to the precinct. Your shoes clicked across the tile floor as you made your way through the turnstile and to your desk. 

You ignored Connor’s eyes searing a hole in your back as you bent down slightly and slowly put the files you came for in your bag. 

A low whistle sounded behind you, “Damn, sweetheart, what’re you all dressed up for?” Gavin called as he made his way to his desk, steaming mug clutched in his hand. 

You rolled your eyes and fought off a grin. Gavin’s shameless flirting was playing right into your plan. 

“If you must know,” you straightened and placed your hands on your hips, “some of us actually have to do our jobs.”

Gavin sat down and leaned back in his chair, “Very funny.” 

You went back to your task, pretending to look in one of the drawers for something, making sure to give Connor a very good view. 

“I think your plastic boy toy is malfunctioning,” Gavin snickered, and you stopped your fake search and looked up at Gavin. “He just practically ran to the bathroom.” 

“I’ll go check on him,” you muttered as you closed the drawer to your desk. 

Gavin put his feet up on his desk and sent you one of his blinks that’s meant to be a wink, “Yeah, you go ahead and check on him.”

You flushed as you turned away, your hurried steps echoing as you made your way to the bathroom. Gavin wasn’t stupid. Hell, you’d done the same thing when he’d pissed you off when you were dating. 

Old habits died hard.

The door to the men’s bathroom silently shut behind you, and luckily only one stall was occupied. You locked the bathroom door with a click and sauntered over to the stall which contained the object of your desires. Well, more like the person of your desires.

“Connor,” you called out as you came to a stop in front of the stall door. A slight grin graced your features as you waited for him to answer. 

The door opened in a flash, and you were pulled inside. Quicker than you could process, Connor had you pressed up against the door and had both of your hands caged in his and held above your head. 

“You just couldn’t wait,” Connor taunted as he tilted his head to the side, letting his breath fan across your cheek. He slid his knee between your legs, allowing himself to get even closer. 

You raised your head to look at him. “I dunno, seems like you’re the one who couldn’t wait.” He let out a sigh as he released your hands and raked them down your body. You had to be quick, Connor knew that. Although, that didn’t stop him from teasing you. 

He gripped your thighs as he looked down at you and pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips. It was mostly tongue, but you were quick to wrap your arms around him and pull him impossibly closer to you. 

Connor made quick work of undoing the buttons on your dress shirt as he pressed open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat and gripped your hips tightly. He was searching for that spot that made you make those noises he liked. You ground your core against his thigh, attempting to get some sort of relief.

Once he successfully got your shirt all the way unbuttoned, he was quick to attack the newly exposed skin, licking and sucking to his heart’s desire. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged at the pieces at the nape of his neck eliciting a groan from him. 

Connor gripped your waist as he moved his sloppy kisses down your abdomen and slowly got to his knees. You gazed down at him through your heavy lids. He moved to unbutton your pants, eager to finally touch you. His movements were practiced and precise as he pulled your pants down to your ankles. He let out a shaky breath when he realized you weren’t wearing any underwear. 

You’d almost forgotten about that part of your plan.

He slotted himself neatly between your legs. He always fit so well there. 

“So needy for me,” he breathed against your core as he caressed your inner thighs. You clenched them together but his grip held you in place. He pressed a kiss on the inside of your knee before slowly moving upward, avoiding where you needed him most. 

You let out a groan, and Connor looked up at you. 

“Use your words, Doctor,” he gently reminded before latching his lips onto your core. Your breath is promptly knocked out of you, and any retort you had died in your throat. 

His grip tightened on your thighs as he desperately pulled you closer to him. His tongue expertly circled your clit as he found a rhythm that had your eyes rolling back. You gripped the hair at the nape of his neck, eliciting a moan that sent heavenly vibrations up your body. 

You groaned at the sight of him— your slick had begun to coat his face and he showed no sign of slowing. 

Connor slowly and sinfully pressed one finger inside you, which was quickly joined by another. You thrusted your hips forward, desperate to have even more of him. He pumped his fingers achingly slow, but a stream of vibrations caused you to jolt. 

That was new.

A sly grin had curved into Connor’s face and he looked up at you, taking in the confusion mixed with arousal that graced your features. He pulled away from you for a moment, “I was saving that for later.” 

“Fuck, Connor,” you whimpered. 

“Be quiet,” Connor grunted into your core as he jutted his fingers deeper into you. You pressed a hand over your mouth to silence the breathy moans that were escaping you. 

You trusted yourself for only a moment to whimper out, “Need you.” 

Connor was more than happy to oblige you as he rose to his feet and pushed his fingers past your lips, making you taste yourself. You busied yourself with undoing his belt buckle, fingers clumsy as you revealed what you ached for. 

Connor let out a shaky breath as you stroked him, and he met your strokes halfway. He gripped your thighs and in one swift motion lifted you up. He was practically bending you in half, but you didn’t mind. 

He angled his cock up to your entrance, and agonizingly, slowly pushed inside you. The way he stretched you was delicious, and you let out a high-pitched mewl at the feeling. 

He covered your mouth with one of his hands as he rutted inside of you and bottomed out. After a few moments, you started moving your hips, begging him to move. Mercifully, he obliged you and snapped his hips against yours. You let out a breathy moan against his hand, and he pressed sloppy kisses against your neck. 

“You’re perfect,” he slurred into your shoulder, “couldn’t wait until tonight to have you.” He moved his hand from your mouth to resting on your neck, and he looked you in the eyes as he pounded into you. Connor brought his hand down to where you were joined and the vibrations continued once again. 

You grip onto his bicep, that familiar coil beginning to tighten, and you panted heavily. “I’m close,” you whined.

“Come for me.” 

He didn’t have to ask twice. You groaned and you felt your eyes roll back as you reached your high. You came hard as you involuntarily pushed your hips into Connor’s. 

He came with your name gracing his lips along with a few other words. You attempted to catch your breath as Connor stilled within you. 

“You’re going to be late,” he said matter-of-factly as he pressed a kiss to your temple. You huffed out a laugh, and Connor gently set you back down. You grabbed onto his shoulders while you waited for your legs to stop feeling like jelly. 

Connor helped clean you up and make you look presentable. His hands were a lot steadier than yours at the moment. 

You pressed a kiss to his cheek and grinned, “I should tease you more often."

[murdrdocs]

INTERVIEW 023. CONNOR (DBH) murdrtober oct 10th. CNC

You know you can’t win against Connor. The best option is for you to submit and let him have his way. 900+ words MDNI 18+

You know you can’t win against Connor. No matter what you compete against him in. You can’t beat him at chess, you can’t beat him at pop culture Jeopardy!, you can’t even beat him in random trivia that concerns your own family members. You know this, and yet you still try. 

So really, it’s plain human era caused by your ego that has you here—unable to beat Connor in a match of physical strength, one of the many things he was designed to be better than humans at. 

You can push and shove all you want, but Connor isn’t getting off of you. Not until he decides he’s done. 

You put up a fight before, politely telling him that this isn’t what you invited him over for, getting firmer the more he persisted, swatting his hands away, before deciding to leave the bubble created by the situation all together. 

But you could walk ten paces all you wanted, Connor was simply going to walk to you in eight paces. He was in control of you, whether you liked it or not. 

When Connor decided he was going to have you, it wasn’t a decision you were allowed to make. He wanted to have his way with you, and you could either fuss and cry and make it harder for both of you, or submit. 

You’ve made your decision, but having Connor smirk down at you about it makes you reconsider.

“I knew you would give in.” His hands grip your hips, his touch firm as he keeps you still while he drives into you without much consideration. There’s no particular calculation to each of his thrusts, as if he’s simply doing this for himself and not for you. Yet, every few strokes he hits something in you, something that makes your back arch and your eyes roll back. 

You didn’t want this, but when he hits that trigger within you, you almost completely give in and beg for him to give you more. But the smug look he has on his face makes your stomach turn and you screw your mouth shut. 

Connor chuckles and shakes his head. A few strands of hair fall out of place over his pale skin. 

“Keeping that mouth shut doesn’t do anything,” he raises his eyebrows, cocking his head in that way you’ve only seen him do to suspects. “I can tell how much you want this. I can read your vitals, you know that. I can hear how fast your heart is beating.” He slides one hand up and cups your tit. “I can tell where all that blood is flowing.” His other hand slips down, his thumb singled out and pressing into your clit. Before you can control it, a whimper slips out. It’s small, barely audible to your own ears, but you knew Connor would hear. His eyebrow twitches up, but he doesn’t comment on it. 

“You want this,” he reiterates, “And I bet that makes you feel shameful, right? A little humiliated?” He takes a second, rolling his cock into you in a way that lets you feel every single thing. Briefly, you thank the workers at CyberTech for giving this man such a perfect cock, one that feels so right in you even whenever it feels foreign. Like love at first sight, every single time. 

Connor’s eyes flutter shut when your cunt flutters around him, a reaction you wish you could’ve controlled, either to prevent it from happening, or to do it once more just to see the face he makes. He composes himself after a few moments. 

“But I bet you like the humiliation, too, don’t you? Such a dirty girl.”

You try to kick at his waist, maybe in an attempt to prove that you still didn’t consent to this, but Connor doesn’t move. He stands still, an unmoving force when faced with your feeble strength. He simply leans over, laying his weight onto you and pushing you further into the mattress, and continues his work, leaving your legs uselessly dangling off of the bed. 

This comes naturally to Connor in a way that is manufactured. He explained it to you once, how he sees graphics detailing the probability of success for his missions—big or small. How he’s given options by his processing unit, routes to take for the best outcome. You asked him if that all happened during times like these, when you were mewling and spreading your legs for him, and he told you it depends on the situation. You can tell he’s using it now. The way his orb glows yellow and spins as he considers, and then displays a solid blue when you respond well to something. 

He’s never one to half-ass anything, even if it’s something as trivial as enacting a fantasy for you. 

You shouldn’t be surprised when he goes the extra mile. 

He takes his torso off of you and pushes your legs up, his thrusts speeding up all the while. “‘M gonna …” he says, over and over again, and you think he’s warning you of his impending orgasm. Which, he is, just not in the way you expected. 

“Gonna put a baby in here since you like this so much. Make you mine forever, keep you around for me to use whenever I would like.”

The fear settles in your throat, squeezing out words before you can even properly organize them. They all come out as jumbled pleas for Connor to at least pull out.

He shakes his head, his tongue sliding over his teeth before flicking out over his lips. His fingers twitch along the grip he has on your thighs and his eyebrows furrow. 

Connor doesn’t dignify you with any more responses. He only lets his head hang as he pumps you full of his cum, completely ignoring your whining cries.