#david8 x reader

Once he finds the perfect scenario, he grabs the toy on the side table. A simple flashlight, but with the scenario he can pretend it’s you. He wishes it was you, he wishes you were here.

He starts up the fake scenario, your voice is in his ear, he closes his eyes and starts to rub the entrance of the toy against the head of his cock. “Fuck me” the voice calls out and he hums as he starts to fuck the toy.

He throws his head back and moans, the breathy sounds syncing up with his thrusting. He wished he didn’t have to create fake scenarios with fake dialog using your voice, he wished you were back instead.

He plants his feet on the ground and really starts to jackhammer up into the toy, the voice growing louder and the pitch grows higher. He gets a notification pop up about over heating and ignores it, he knows how close he is.

It took a while for David to turn his head away from the window and get back to the cleanups that still awaited him in the training rooms and lecture halls. Something else was on his mind as well, or rather someone else. A doctor that once made a great impression on him on the very first day of her work for Weyland. Which was certainly not an ordinary experience. David would never admit it aloud, but deep inside, he felt a slight aversion towards people. They were petty, maladjusted, yet they had contempt for anything that differed even in the slightest way. He was painfully aware that the man who was also his creator had many faults, yet he still appreciated his abilities. He simply couldn't deny that he was not treated as an individual. It was unfortunate that David's wires made him extremely sensitive to any signs of contempt for him.

And yet she was completely different. They were introduced to each other, and she was the only one to extend her hand towards him with that kind smile of hers that made David light up even now. He left the lecture hall to pick up the materials needed for today's classes. (Y/N) asked him to help her give a lecture, and he was never able to refuse. It's not like he ever wanted to. Moreover, thanks to her, he felt that his presence was more than a promise of comfort and obedience. By teaching classes or participating in discussions, he grew and became part of a team that was promised to do great things in the future.

He left the room with a box in his hands and headed towards the classroom. He must have lost his sense of time because (Y/N) was already standing by the door and chatting with one of the new team members. He didn't think much of it at first, but as he walked closer, the smile that she greeted him with was once again present on her lips. David felt a weird sensation inside, something similar to a sharp sting that quickly pierces through your body. He knew that feeling well. He confessed to his experience during one of their shared evenings. She playfully quirked her bow and categorized this emotion as 'jealousy.' He tried to deny it at first but to no avail. There was an undeniable bond between them, and that conversation made him realize he wasn't alone in his feelings. That night opened completely new possibilities, and they became even closer. David was helping (Y/N) with her studies, and she didn't mind staying in the institute for a few hours longer every day to just talk to him about everything and anything. What took him by surprise was her invitation to her house. That made him believe that she truly perceived him as more than just an android designed to help around. The pleasant feeling of her delicate skin touching him was still vivid in his mind. So many intimate memories and sensations coded in his synthetic brain that he was somehow able to translate into very human feelings.

"Hello David, are these for me?" (Y/N)'s voice broke his train of thoughts.

His blue eyes met hers, and he suddenly felt safe again. He couldn't explain it, but one look was able to reassure him that there was no threat. There's never be.

"As you asked, doctor," he smiled gestured towards the classroom. "Shall we?"

"With the greatest pleasure."

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“He really does look like a human, so realistic it's unbelievable for what's really just a machine.” Sam all but said in awe, geeking out and barely holding himself back from rambling on about all the new advances made by the British Men of Letters and Ketch himself.

“He does indeed. It has been the purpose from the beginning. To achieve his full capacity we should limit any problems and one of them unfortunately happens to blending in.” Ketch said with a hand in his pocket, back straightened and smile full of pride of his work “So... human features were the key.”

“A-and you've created the perfect combination. It's- it's like the perfect disguise, the way we use a fake badge or a suit, but here you- you've managed to make him look absolutely human. He looks human-”

“He is for most parts.” Ketch pointed out “But not the parts that can make him vulnerable. And every human part has been specifically enhanced so that he will be the perfect assist during battle.”

“Incredible.” Sam breathed out a laugh while all you did was look at him with a blank face, mixed with one of disbelief “This would mean that when it comes to, like, a vampire there are no chances of- of losing in a fight or being slowed down. Like, a vamp won't be able to drink his blood... does he have any?”

“Or a demon can't possess him.” Dean added with a shrug “Or an angel. And wait- An angel blade can't kill him, right?”

“No, it can't! I mean, probably no usual weapon can right?”

“I'm starting to feel jealous now. No feeling pain, no need to sleep and saving time, no- wait, does he eat? He can't possibly eat. Man.” he made a face shaking his head “That sucks. Imagine not being able to taste pie, what kind of hell is that? Nah not a good thing. That's actually a terrible thing. And he doesn't eat burgers, does he? Nope, of course not.”

Sam rolled his at his brother's mumbling which didn't seem to end “Means more pie for you when he joins on hunts anyway.” he said instead to him before adding “But there's something much more exciting. Just think about it, being an android does mean he has a bigger knowledge about things that us so he could like read hundreds of books and always be able to recall everything when we need? Imagine how much faster that would make solving cases o-or-”

But Sam only trailed off when he noticed the look on your face and his smile dropped altogether “Seriously? Is that seriously what you guys have to say about- about him? Seriously?!” but all you got was blank stares from the three men “Has any of you not seen Prometheus? Alien Covenant? Anything?!”

Despite all the noise of the hunters around the place, you could hear the gears in their head spinning as they tried to understand what you meant. Until Dean finally asked “...What?”

“Oh my God, why do I even hang out with you guys?” you rubbed your temples “You've both seen the Alien movies countless times, and I've specifically forced you to watch those two movies with me and yet not a single brain cell in those heads of yours seems to remember him? Him?! And you, Ketch, of all the androids you could get, you got him? Him?!” you whisper-hissed at the British man who was only giving you a funny look, certainly being just as unable to understand what you were trying to say or why you were acting this way.

“Geez, (Y/n), relax. The dude seems pretty cool, why are you even freaking out so bad?” Dean blinked, relaxing in his chair that he had long ago taken a seat in.

“Relax? Relax?” you narrowed your eyes at him “You've got an android that looks exactly like David from Prometheus and Alien Covenant with plenty of monster-related weapons and samples here and you guys are telling me to relax? Alright, that's it, I'm getting out of here. And if he turns you into mummies after you give birth to baby aliens then I won't be here to say I told you so. I'll be living my life in peace and eating all your pie, Winchester. But, keep in mind, I'll say it in the afterlife where I will kick your asses for being such idiots and trusting him.”

“Last time I remember-” Sam started with a smirk before you could get up from your seat “You said something along the lines of letting Michael Fassbender as David do anything he wanted with your body especially get to-”

“Alright-!” your eyes widened as you said a-little-too-loudly and a little-too-fast to stop him from saying the full sentence which you certainly remembered very well saying all that time ago “No. Nope. Definitely don't need to share that kind of information with everybody else.” as expected Sam snickered with your red face while Dean's face had entirely vanished “And by the way, is that seriously the only thing you remember out of two whole movies? How come Dean doesn't?”

“Alright, first he fell asleep during the first 30 minutes and second, it just clicked that's all. And now I certainly remember you saying many many more things about David and Michael Fassbender in Alien Covenant so I'm asking, are you sure you really wanna leave (Y/n)? Besides, this is not the same David, you know it, so it makes me wonder... what's the real reason you want to leave and not get to meet him?”

You narrowed at him without saying a word at first before ending up muttering “I'll kill you tonight in your sleep. I promise.”

“What's the real reason?” Dean's voice was more gruff, the one that sounded a lot like the one he used when interrogating someone. But the look on his face, although definitely serious, held something else that you had not seen before nor could pinpoint.

“Wha- I- I don't- What are you even asking? The reason is obvious! I don't want to guenie pig for whatever baby monster he plans to-”

“Allow me to intervene now and tell you there is no chance of him doing any of that. David is a valuable asset to the team, not our enemy. And he was not programmed-”

“Yeah, well tell that to all the people that died in two movies because of him and then you-”

“(Y/n) it's movies, come on! This is not the same person.” Sam still kept that smug knowing smile on his lips and you were on the verge of snapping at him.

“And our lives are a TV show in another world, where's your point? Besides, I'm saying-” you looked at Ketch “Didn't we deserve a warning for this? Had I- I known that- that I would come here a-and find-”

“Michael Fassbender's look-alike.” Dean said, still in a very serious voice tone “That's what you found. So how about you answer my question, sweetheart, what's the real reason?”

“That's just stupid Dean. And I already told you. This- this doesn't have to do with how he looks like, it's all just-”

“You're getting nervous.” he pointed out, eyes almost narrowing at you, as he cut you off “You don't get this nervous when I ask you something unless you have something to hide.”

“He's speaking from experience.” Sam muttered, this time not earning a glare from his brother the way he normally would because the older Winchester was too busy being, well, jealous at the moment. But it was true anyway. If Sam had a coin for every time Dean had turned into stuttering mess when anyone questioned him about yours and his “friendship”, he'd be a millionaire by now.

“And I remember that Fassbender guy now.” Dean continued, speaking almost accusingly at you “You've talked about him before, in fact you have talked about him many times before. Sometimes I get confused because of course, who can keep up with your celebrity crushes which I still struggle to understand what the hell you even like in those guys when there are men out there that are certainly much better and would ask you out in a heartbeat but you won't even-”

“Whoa whoa whoa Dean!” you rushed to say, cutting him off before he popped a vain “First, take a deep breath, yeah? You need oxygen to survive. Second, this- this has nothing to do with Michael Fassbender o-or how I feel for him. It's different, and the fact that the British Men of Letters had first started working on it makes it only worse; movie or not.” you pointed out to Sam who only had an amused smile on his lips “This is a very serious subject that concerns us being moms to baby aliens because of a-”

But as you were speaking, your words got caught in your throat when you dared look over your shoulder and found that said android wasn't all those feet away from you but rather only a couple inches away. You nearly jumped in your seat and as expected – which you wouldn't dare admit to Dean – you felt your face heat up not because of embarrassment that he might have heard something but because of how close he was and how more beautiful his features were and just how drawn you were – again not something you'd tell Dean.

“Hello” his eyes were fixated on you, refusing to leave, as a smile played on his lips. A smile which you couldn't read and didn't know if you had the mind to, but you could definitely say he had something in common with you: He was intrigued.

“David, why hello!” Ketch grinned but only a way that was meant to annoy you or embarrass you more, or maybe even both “Bit busy, weren't you?”

“It would seem so, yes. I did get something for you to drink, though, as an apology and...” he placed a beer before Sam who sent him a big smile, next up Dean who only kept his jaw locked in place and made David's smile flutter before he moved to Ketch while saying “A welcome. I've heard a lot about you and it is certainly a pleasure to meet you from up close.” he looked at the British man and asked “The usual sir?”

Ketch hummed as the android poured him some whiskey “You seemed quiet popular right there, we feared you wouldn't have time for us. All those new hunters acted like they have never seen an non-human being before. The Winchesters came all the way here for you and... (Y/n) here was actually rather eager to get to meet you.”

You all but felt your blood run cold when you heard his words and saw David's eyes fall right back on ou again, a smile on his lips a bit different from the previous one that got you wondering just how much was he capable of feeling. Not that you wondered for too long because you were too busy planning out Ketch's death.

“Well, if I am allowed to say so myself and up to the degree my programming allows-” he got closer to you again, too close for you to be able to think anything else and certainly too close for Dean's liking; especially at the words that followed next “The feeling's mutual.”

“David has been looking forward to meeting you.” Ketch said with a smirk

“As anyone would.” the synthetic brushed it off with a mere shrug “I have in fact seen footage of you on the field, as provided by Mr Ketch-” you did send a glare at Ketch who only shrugged “As I have heard many things about you and allow me to say it is all extraordinary.”

“I-” you shook your head a bit shyly “It's not anything special.”

“Do allow me to argue. You are.” he placed the beer before you, soon followed by a white lily next to it which made your eyes widen and Dean's back straighten in alert “A beautiful flower for a beautiful lady... Is that not proper?” he asked reluctantly in the end when he noticed the surprised look on your face.

“N-no- I- I mean, yes. Yes it is. It's just that-” you shook your head softly “I don't get things like this frequently. If anything the men around me have forgotten how despite being a hunter and covered in monster blood 24/7 I am still a lady and I'd very much appreciate this kind of-”

“Wha- Hey!” Dean went defensive “You want flowers, I can get your flowers! I can fill up the entire room. You want lilies? I'd get you all there are.”

“Too late now Winchester.” you shook your head before looking back at the android,missing the way Dean threw his arms in the air and shook his head in disbelief “Thank you so much for this, David.”

“No need, Miss. I do happen to grow them in the garden in the back. It is one of the few things I do besides building up new programs and look for new monsters. I could show you if you would like?” he suggested.

But just as your lips parted, Ketch beat you at it because he obviously noticed how stiff Dean had gotten “David, why don't you bring the computer and show our friends what you've been working on and let the tour wait for later, yes?”

The android's smile flattered a bit but he did nod his head and mumbled a small “Of course sir.”

“So, not that scared of him, are you (Y/n)?” Ketch asked you as your smile flattered and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Nope. Too busy thinking about all the ways I can murder you for what you said.”

“Sure you are (Y/n). And Dean is on the verge of being best friends with him, too, and not thinking about what flowers to get you right now.” Sam grinned but you only glared at him “And hey, by the way, is that the way robots flirt?”

“Sam I swear, if you don't shut up I'll-”

“Get in the line. I'm gonna kill him first.” the older Winchester grumbled.

“Fine, fine by me.” Sam raised his hands in surrender “Only... one last question. To Ketch.” he looked at the man as you took a sip of your beer “Hey, you don't happen to be working on another android that will go by the name of uhm... Walter maybe?” and as expected you choked.

“W-Walter?” Dean blinked “Why does that sound familiar?”

“Oh because it is.” Sam grinned “He is an android too and... he looks exactly like David.”