#dbhdrabble

Pair: Deviant!Connor x Reader

Word Count: 672 words

Warnings: slightly NSFW...nothing graphic but just in case

A/N: Took a break from writing “Deviating Love Affair” and ended up writing this piece of trash.  I love Connor very much….that’s all I’ll say.  Enjoy!

You weren’t usually one to show feelings towards another, let alone an Android, yet here you were, stumbling into your bedroom, lips locked with his, making you gasp for breath.  You felt his body lightly push against yours as he guided you to your bed before pinning you down against the mattress.  

You were surprised by how much two weeks would make you crave him.  

You sighed as his lips trailed from the edges of your swollen lips to the nape of your neck.  His movements making you arch your back up against his chest.  Your moans were the only coherent sound echoing throughout the room.  You entangled your fingers into his hair before asking, “How was your trip?”

“You know, the usual,” he said between kisses, “successfully finding the suspect and completing my mission all while getting shot at and saving the day.”

You smiled before lightly placing your hand on his cheek prompting him to look up at you, “My hero,” you whispered while looking into his eyes.

“So what did you do while I was gone?” he asked as he resumed placing light kisses on your neck.

“You know, the usual,” you repeated.

“And that would be?” he asked.  

You felt his fingers gently slide underneath your shirt signaling you to remove the piece of clothing.  “Stopped a robbery,” you started.

You began to unbutton his once white shirt before he slipped the piece of clothing off in one fluid motion, revealing his chest.

“All while getting shot at, then saving the day,” you finished.  

You felt him smile against your skin before he muttered, “That’s my girl.”

You felt his fingers lightly trace the scars which decorated your torso, the ones he helped you cleaned up due to your clumsiness and desperate need to put yourself in dangerous situations, especially if it meant helping others.  You entangled your fingers in his hair once more gazing into his eyes before his arms wrapped around your torso, the two of you resting in a comfortable silence.  

“How’s Hank,” you asked, breaking the silence.  

Connor’s eyebrows furrowed together before replying, “I’m not entirely sure that I’m comfortable with talking about my colleague while we are in bed,” he paused, “half-naked.”

You laughed slightly before saying, “I see your point.”

The both of you continued to talk about what life had been like without the other for the past two weeks while exchanging sloppy kisses.  

“I hope you know that you’re stunning,” you heard him as he lightly outlined your figure with the pads of his fingers, all of which made you blush.

You shivered under his touch as he continued to place light kisses down your chest and your stomach.  Your mouth gaped open as the night continued, the room being filled with steamy breaths and loud moans.  

You never thought you would feel this way, especially with another individual.  The warmth in your chest every time he whispered sweet little nothings in your ear or the heat which imprinted itself on your cheeks every time he complimented you were all things you were unfamiliar with.  

Connor watched as the sun began to show itself through the window.  The two of your bodies tangled with each other and the bed sheets splayed messily across the both of you.  Connor peered over and noticed that you were still asleep.  He smiled before slowly moving your body closer to him and wrapping his arms around your torso gently, careful not to disturb your slumber.  He silently looked down at your sleeping body silently analyzing every one of your features, the way your hair laid messily across your face and pillow, how your mouth was slightly gaped open, the way your chest rose up and down in a soothing rhythm.

The three words he had been wanting to say to you were eating away at him, he was afraid, even though he had no reason to.  He looked at you once more, just to be sure that you were still asleep before he leaned up to your ear and gently whispered, “I love you.”

PART 1

Soulmate AU with DBH Connor

Pair: Connor x Female! Reader

Prompt: In this universe, you are supposed to receive a tattoo of your soulmate’s name on your 18th birthday.  However, you being the lucky winner, never received one on that special day.  After years go by, you began to accept the fact that maybe you were never destined to have a soulmate until one day, on August 5th, 2038, you see a certain individual’s name gets written on your wrist.  Not only is it odd that your soulmate tattoo wasn’t given to you on your 18th birthday but that in reality, your soulmate isn’t even human.

Word Count: 1749 words

A/N: Hi friends! I’m back with another part!  Just an FYI, I skipped through “The Nest” chapter since I didn’t think it really fit with how I wanted the characters to develop so we are just going to pretend that never happened.  I’ve also skipped through some other chapters from the game that I thought were too boring and I really don’t want to bore you guys.  This part and the next one are going to be kind of slow but I swear it will pick up a little....hopefully...I don’t know.  

Feedback is always appreciated and I know this part sucked so nitpick all you want! (I need it because writing is really not my strong suit). 

Connor was facing a dilemma.  He knew what his purpose was, how he was supposed to hunt deviants and search for their source of deviancy.  He also knew that he was a machine, a machine who was not supposed to feel emotions or disobey his master.  However, the moment he met you, everything seemed to change within him.  He no longer truly knew what he was or how he was supposed to act.  For the first time ever, he did not know what to do.

Connor opened his eyes and was met with the sight of the peaceful Zen Garden.  The words, “Talk to Amanda” appeared at the corner of his eye.  Connor looked around the area before landing on Amanda’s figure standing on the center island by a wall of roses.  He slowly made the walk to her while trying to formulate proper sentences which would not upset her nor make him lose her trust.

Once Connor had reached a comfortable speaking distance from her, he introduced himself, “Hello Amanda.”

Pair: RK900 x Reader 

Warnings: slightly NSFW (nothing graphic but just in case!) 

A/N: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

“What does he have that I don’t?” he asked, his voice sending shivers up your spine.  

“A personality,” you replied curtly.

You could feel his eyes burning into your skin.  

“He’s kind and humble,” you said before taking a few steps forward, closing the gap between the two of you, “unlike you.”

Before you could take another step away from him, you felt his hand roughly grab your arm refraining you from leaving his sight.  “I know that’s not what you want,” he taunted, his grey eyes staring down at you.  

You felt him slowly pushing you backward, your body somewhat shaking from his sudden movements.  You gasped slightly when you felt your back meet with the wall.  The android in front of pinned your arm up beside your head while his other firmly grasped your waist locking you in place.  

You were trapped.  

“You act all innocent on the outside but on the inside,” he said, his head dipping into the crook of your neck, his lips barely brushing against your skin as he moved closer to your ear and whispered, “you crave something more.”

You felt him plant light kisses against your neck, his cold lips against your burning skin caused you to shiver under his touch.  Your eyes fluttered close before you bit your lip in hopes to fight back the moan that was threatening to escape from your lips.  

You felt him smirk ever so slightly against your skin.  He knew what he was doing to you and he craved more.  “He can’t give you what you want,” he muttered against your skin.  

He detached his lips from your neck making you whimper from the loss of his touch.  You opened your eyes and were met with hungry ones, ones who looked ready to tear you apart.

“But I can.”

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*SCREAMS FOR ETERNITY*Join me as I begin my journey straight to the depths of hell

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Anon asked: I have a mini writing challenge for you! Can you write a fic with little to no dialogue????

Pair: DBH Connor x Reader

Warnings: Mention of death (nothing graphic but just in case) 

Word Count: 643 counts

A/N: so I decided to write one of the prompts on my writing challenge...just for the heck of it. I tried writing as little dialogue as possible...not sure if it worked. I have no idea what I wrote but enjoy (: A huge thank you to @spectacular-spiderboy for reading over this!

Connor stared at your front door, hesitant on alerting you of his presence.  He knew what he had to do, but could he go through with it?  

“Take care of them, or we will.” he heard Amanda’s voice echo in his mind.  

The cold gun which sat in its holster was pressed against his back making him more anxious than he was.  

It shouldn’t be him, it shouldn't have to be him, yet it was.  He straightened up and quickly knocked the door three times.  After a few seconds of waiting, he heard the clicking of the lock and watched as the door opened in front of him.  

He gazed at your appearance, taking everything in for the last time.  He studied your face, your crooked smile, the bags under your eyes from your lack of sleep, and the light freckles which decorated your cheeks. He memorized your imperfections that you hated but he loved.

“Hi Connor,” you said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Your voice was calming to him, like a lullaby that he wished he could play forever.

How could he go through with this? How could he follow his code? How could he exterminate the only thing that kept him sane?  

“Hi,” he said with a shaky voice, “may I come in?”

“Of course,” you said before opening the door wider for him.

Connor paused for a second contemplating his next move. If he walked in, there was no walking out. 

The point of no return. 

He knew that if he walked in, everything would be different. Could he take that chance?

Connor looked at you once more. You had a small smile on your face; so warm, so welcoming, so clueless. You were innocent in all of this. You should be the one in charge of how your life would play out, not him.  You didn’t deserve what was to come.

Connor slowly lifted his right foot and crossed the invisible barrier that separated him from you.  His left foot quickly followed and before he knew it, the door closed behind him. He flinched slightly at the sound of the metal lock.

He was trapped.

“Is everything okay?” you asked him.  

He wanted so bad to tell you the truth, that everything was not okay and that the sole purpose of his visit was not to seek comfort but to end it.  

“Yeah, I just wanted to talk,” he lied, the feeling of the gun pressing against his back taunted him with its presence.  

You nodded before replying, “Let me just turn off the stove.”

He wished he could say that all the two of you did was talk that night. He wished he could say that he warned you about the true reason for his visit and told you to run away. He wished he could say that he didn’t go through with the mission that he knew would cause him so much anguish. He wished he could say that he left your apartment the same way as he did when he arrived. 

However, that just wasn’t the truth.

The truth was that the last sound you would ever hear would be the sound of a gun echoing throughout the room. The truth was that the last memory he would have of you would be the sight of your body lying on the cold hard floor, not your smile or your laugh, but a lifeless body.

Connor’s hand was shaking, not from the power of the gun, but from the realization of what he had done.

“Well done Connor, return to the Cyberlife and await further instructions,” Amanda said with a smile.

How could she congratulate him on what he had done? How could she smile after witnessing death? How could she be so cruel?

Connor felt a tear slowly fall from his eye, his LED flickering between yellow and red.  He knew what he did was wrong, but he was only following his orders.  He was a machine, and it was your fault that you made him think otherwise.  

But how could he blame his actions on you? You were so kind to him, the only one who didn’t look disgusted at his appearance, the only one who actually treated him like an equal, the only one who cared about his thoughts.  

Connor shook his head trying to remove these thoughts from his head.  He was a machine, nothing more.  

Connor wiped away the tear on his face with the back of his hand, placed his gun back in its holster, straightened his tie and left.