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Hey, if you could maybe write a fem! (detective?)Reader x Connor where the reader is Gavin's ex-girlfriend and he gets jealous she replaced him with an android? Thanks in advance^^

Anon anon anon ... you just gave me a brilliant idea. I hope you don’t mind if I turn this smutty ;)

Not a question but omfg the three Connor gifs on your page. THEY ARE MAKING ME CACKLE SO LOUD

IT MAKES ME FEEL INTIMIDATED AND THE COCKY EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE I MEAN

hi uhm when it says “x reader” that means YOU. if you’re skinny, if you’re big, short, tall, black, asian, bald, have vitiligo IT’S YOU!! please don’t say negative things about my writing. If I wanted the character to be me, then it wouldn’t be a reader insert. That’s why I only include the character’s (your) favorite color, skin color, and eye color. I don’t include hair cause I know not everyone has it. And if you have hair, than you have it! As far as limbs and eyesight and disability, I admit I have not written the reader like that. If you guys would like a specific imagine like that, I will gladly do that for you without hesitation :) But for someone to go as far and call me “dumb for always making the reader skinny” ... if you’re skinny, then the reader is. if you have scars, the reader has scars. The reader is you! And you are beautiful! that’s why I write reader inserts, because I wanted the reader to look like everyone and include everyone instead of what some authors write. i love you guys so much! positivity only please 💙 and anon I wish you the best! I am sorry you saw my writings the way you did, but that’s not it.

thank you guys again for your love SWCJ and all of my other works! I can’t believe it! :’D so Connor In A Crop Top is next! it’s not gonna be very long so I’m trying to decide whether I want to post it with a second request or post it alone. Anyways, be on the look out! 💙

The gif of Connor sitting down at the table during the interrogation scene is so fucking hot like wow. WOWOWOWOWOWOW. Dom energy x10

IM SAYING !!!

Would you consider doing a fic with Connor with the aphrodisiac / sex pollen/ omegaverse trope? Like if it makes you uncomfortable then if course I don't expect you to. I really like sphinx81 and Gaqalesqua's work with this ahnsbdkkwhgqb I'm so embarrassed to ask this ooooof

hi! I’m gonna be honest I have no idea what that is, but I don’t mind doing a lil research :) and don’t be embarrassed! we all have our own things. Thank you!

missed u guys :’) so I’m working on two imagines at a time cause I know CIACT isn’t gonna be very long. I’m not telling ya the second one in works yet but it’s cumming I meant coming...;P heheheheh

I just love the idea of a smug Connor, like as soon as he starts to learn “stuff” the more he’d want his s/o to suffer. He’d go up and whisper something to them out of the blue just to see them get all flustered (s/o would probably drop something) and then Connor making a remark OUT LOUD, perhaps “I think you should be working instead of getting distracted by.. other things.” aND hIM LEAVING HIS S/O TO GO BACK TO HIS DESK aND WATCHING THEM WITH THE SMUGGEST EXPRESSION. SoRRY FOR RAMBLING.

ooooOOooOoOoOoOooOOOH ;D I see u anon. This actually fits his personality so well. I got you!

.. Has- *looks around* Has no one considered the androids being part vibrator- IMEAN I CANT BE THE ONLY ONE RIGHT?¿ Just— This isn’t a request but my friend mentioned it to me and now it’s been a literal bullet lodged in my brain and I cant stop thinking about it holy shi

I WAS THINKING ABOUT THIS THE OTHER DAY And I was like “WHAT ABOUT VIBRATING TONGUES TOO” UHM YES PLEASE

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Masterlist

{Updated: 8/14/18}

imagines marked “NSFW” contain smut, while ones marked “explicit” contain language and rough/dirtier smut. please do not click on these if they will trigger anything for you. i hope you enjoy and thank you!

there’s a chance some upcoming titles will change

** → up next

* → coming soon

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Requests

System Warning Critical: Jealousy (Explicit)

Hidden Agenda: The Interrogation

Deviate For Love*

Burlesque* (NSFW)

Annoying Hank*

Three Is A Magic Number* (Explicit)

Play Your Role* (NSFW)

Connor In A Crop Top**

Originals

Caught In The Act (NSFW)

Experimentation 010 (NSFW)

Romantic Mishaps

Confession Obtained (Explicit)

hey guys! Sorry about my absence, but I’ll be back either the end of this week or next week! thank you all so so so much :,)

HA you guys are the best! Thank you so much for your love on the new imagine. I’m not so sure about a part two due to the requests I have to write, but I will keep it in mind :)

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Masterlist

{Updated: 8/4/18}

there’s a chance some upcoming titles will change

** → up next

* → coming soon

________________________________________________________

Requests

System Warning Critical: Jealousy (Explicit)

Hidden Agenda: The Interrogation

Deviate For Love*

Burlesque* (NSFW)

Annoying Hank*

Two For The Price Of You* (Explicit)

Play Your Role* (NSFW)

Connor In A Crop Top*

Originals

Caught In The Act (NSFW)

Experimentation 010 (NSFW)

Romantic Mishaps

Confession Obtained (Explicit)

Confession Obtained (Connor x Reader)

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PLOT: Your interrogation game could use a lot of work. Fortunately for you, Connor offers his help.

WARNING(S): language, smut

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“Where were you last night?” You slammed your hands on the table, the guilty party looking you dead in the eyes.

“I was working at my job.”

“LIES! There’s proof of you being at the scene at the time of the murder! This...this is your blood on the body of the victim. See these pictures?” You slid the file across the table, aiming it towards the culprit, but it only slid to the floor. A moment of awkward silence penetrating the room before a snicker broke it.

“Connor!” You whined, lightly kicking at his shoe. How dare he laugh at you?

“I apologize but, that was absolutely horrible.”

“You’re supposed to be helping me, not working against me.”

“See these pictures?” He mocked.

“I honestly hate you.” With a playful roll of your eyes, you could only laugh along. You two have been at this for hours and not one breakthrough. The session would either go on for too long or it would end in you being a complete klutz.

You were still in training. Fowler thought you could take a few pointers from Connor, due to him getting the confession out of Ortiz’s android. You admit because of that, you and Connor had sort of a rivalry at the beginning.

For one, he would beat you to the evidence locker. “Don’t worry about it, detect- my apologies. JUNIOR detective. I’ve already filed the evidence. No need to tire yourself out.”

To Fowler’s office. “I’d allow you to go first, but you’re a late-dy not a lady.” He smirked.

“Were you programmed with that awful joke?”

“No, but your mother taught it to me.”

To the break room? “You don’t even drink coffee!”

“Well...I’d like to.” Every time you tried to step around him, he’d only block your path.

“Dick.”

“Pussy.”

Your eye only twitched in aggravation. But this was another day, another time. The two of you actually became quite close despite the past differences. Also, you were on the verge of losing your job. He was all the help you could get.

“Help me.” You pouted.

“Being calm with the deviant at the start is worth a try. I mean...it worked for me.”

“Alright! I get it, Inspector Gadget.”

“Now try it again, but start off as friendly as you can be. Then if you still don’t get the answers you want, you could try playing the bad cop in the scenario. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. It’s your call. And remember, you’re the one in control of the situation. Don’t let them turn the tables on you.”

“Fine. I’ll try.” You reset the scene. Taking a deep breath before walking out of the room and back in. A little sway in your step as you made you way to the table. The file laid once more on the shiny surface. This time you ignored it, taking a seat right across from the “deviant”.

“My name is (f/n). What’s yours?”

Connor stayed quiet, most likely taking away from Ortiz’s android from the days prior. However, he didn’t look down as he did. He looked you dead in the eyes, hoping to make you shrink back. He was playing the role he told you to be careful of.

‘Don’t let them turn the tables on you. You’re the one in control of the situation. Now act like it!’ You thought to yourself.

“You’ve killed someone. Whether it was self defense or not, it won’t become clear unless you talk to me.”

Complete and utter silence. His brown eyes still met your (e/c) ones. Back straight, emotionless, he was an award winning actor just waiting for his award. You saw the sly cocky smirk play on his lips as you knitted your eyebrows.

“Listen, I’m here to help you. I can make it where you’ll be able to walk out of here alive. Just answer my questions, and I can make it so. I won’t let anyone hurt you. You have my word.” You took the white file, sliding it in front of him. Connor cocked an eyebrow, impressed. It didn’t slide off this time.

You opened it up, revealing the pictures to him one by one. “Now, tell me. Where were you last night?”

“I was at my job, working.”

“That’s possible. However at some point, you left that job and ended up at this man’s home.”

“You can’t prove that, detective.”

“Actually, I can. This is your blue blood, your specific model number’s on the victim’s shirt. It’s also on his body and while you were bashing his head in, he dug into your wrists. That’s your blood under his nails.”

You had him right where you wanted him. He was boiling in the hot seat. Connor lowered his head, looking at his hands in front of him.

“I didn’t kill him.” You could hear the cold humor lacing his voice. He just wouldn’t cut you a break. It was your move.

‘Fine. If he wants to play it that way. Let’s play.’

You stood up slowly, you hands placed on each side of the table as you leaned forward. Connor looked up at you, the sound drawing his attention. Your v neck blouse slightly exposed the tops of your breasts to him. A golden necklace with a diamond encrusted charm dangling in front of them. The lights in the room dancing of your gorgeous (s/c) skin.

“Look, it’s okay to be afraid. When we feel threatened or uncomfortable, we try to find ways to protect ourselves, don’t we? To make sure we don’t get hurt. If that’s what happened, I can understand it. Just talk to me.”

His eyes traveled from your breasts, to your eyes. He couldn’t exactly get what you were playing at here. This only caused Connor to stumble on his words, giving you another window of opportunity.

Slowly, you stride around to his side of the table, harshly pushing his form against the back of the chair. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched you continue.

“This man...it’s possible he hurt you. Maybe even someone you care about.” Your hand traced slowly down his the sleeve on his arm, causing it to twitch. “I wouldn’t blame you if you gave him what he was asking for. Just looking at him, I say he deserved it.”

A lump grew in Connor’s throat and he swallowed. It was getting hard for him to remember this is just a training exercise and not a real interrogation. For the first time, he felt intimidated by you. He couldn’t let you see that. Clearing his throat, he voiced his response.

“Like I said before, I didn’t do it.” You only sighed, walking around behind him, in which he desperately tried to get a view of you.

Your hands slid down his chest, your lips coming closer and closer to his ears. He could smell the soft perfume roaming your skin. It identified as vanilla. He remembered you telling him it was one of your favorite scents. Little did you know, it became one of his favorites too. The light on his head changed to a rapid yellow, indicating he was nervous. Good.

You lowered your voice to the hush of a whisper. “I know you did it and you know you did it. Just admit it to yourself. Confess.”

“N-no.” You sat on the table so you were directly in front of him. Your teeth sinking into your lip as you crossed on leg over the other.

“As fun as this is, I don’t have all day...” Your skirt was raised slightly due to the table pulling it back as you were sitting. Your thighs were revealed as you placed the bottom of your high heel shoe on his chest.

Connor’s attention was focused on your leg, then slowly trailed up to your thighs. He wondered how a human being could be so perfect. They were riddled with flaws, but he didn’t find not one within you. Well, maybe aside from the one where you were very clumsy. He was so out of it, he didn’t notice himself rubbing the material of your shirt.

“You’re trying to seduce me into getting what you want?”

“Looks like it’s working.”

Connor stood up, towering over you slightly, his hands on each end of the table. One of his eyebrows cocked as his breath ghosted over your lips. “You do realize this won’t work in an actual interrogation setting?”

“Then it’s a good thing this isn’t an actual interrogation.” Your hands lingered on his chest, undoing the buttons on his shirt.

His eyes lingered on the mirror, before looking back at you. “Someone could be watching us.”

“Then let them.”

Connor’s lips were on yours in a matter of seconds. Your fingers gripped onto his brown locks as his dug into the skin under your skirt. He pulled you closer to him. You could feel his member already poking at your entrance.

He lifted your shirt up over your head, his tongue licking down your breasts as they were exposed to him. His lips made it to one of your nipples, sucking the tender skin before switching to the other. Biting your lip, you threw your bead back in pleasure. It was true. Someone could be watching you. As embarrassing as that would be, you really didn’t care at the moment.

You could already feel yourself getting wet at the thought of what he might do to you. He dragged his tongue back up to your neck, perfect teeth leaving bite marks on your (s/c) skin.

“Are you sure you want me to continue?”

“Well I didn’t tell you to stop.” He softly pushed your body down on to the table. The coolness of the surface making you arch your back a little. Connor sat in the chair he was sitting in before. He now had a front row seat to your private show.

“Once I get started, I plan on finishing. You’re positive this is what you want?”

He was talking as slow as possible on purpose. Groaning, you kicked his shoulder, making him smile.

“Yes, Connor! Just hurry up. Please.”

“If you wish.” His smooth palms traveled up your thighs, squeezing them. His fingers ever so slightly getting closer and closer. “I don’t think you realize how perfect you are.”

Connor’s tongue traced up your right thigh, collecting the juices that dripped down. It was strange really. The way the human body reacts to simple touches would never cease to amaze him.

That vanilla scent filled his nose once more. Not like he couldn’t actually taste, but he assumed it’s what you tasted like. His fingers entered the hem of your panties, pulling them down your legs.

You voiced a whimper as he spread you open. “Please, don’t hesitate to cum for me.”

“As if you’d make me c-“ This was the challenge you probably should’ve backed down from. Your words were cut off by his tongue diving right in. The tip of his tongue rolled around your nub. His hands were placed on the inner part of each of your thighs, pushing them farther apart.

He licked and sucked you clean of any previous juices. A tingling sensation spread from your hips to your toes as his two fingers joined in on the assault. Your slickness echoing off the walls as they pumped in and out of you.

You gripped him by his dark hair, urging him to go lower. His LED was blue. All of a sudden he was surprisingly calm. Now that you think about, he was nervous at first. Maybe it was all an act. You were brought out of your thoughts when he pulled you closer to his mouth by your thighs. His hooded eyes looked up at you, moaning and wet just for him.

“Shit!” Because you were becoming sensitive to his touch so fast, you didn’t even realize you were shrinking away. You could only moan in response. His teeth, tongue, and fingers were working on you now. He had you arching your back off the table, singing his name, begging for him not to stop.

Your first release came crashing down, setting the butterflies in your stomach free. Connor stood up, wiping his mouth off on his sleeve.

You pulled him in for another kiss. The sweetness on his lips making you want more of him. Your tongues snaked over one another, fighting for dominance.

“Such a pretty mouth. If only you used it for other things instead of talking.”

“I’m going to strangle you.”

“You could, but it would be nothing except an awkward moment with your hands around my neck and me standing there looking at you.”

You rolled your eyes. Scooting off the table, you pushed Connor back down in the chair. Climbing on top of his lap.

“If I were you, I’d watch my mouth.” You grinded your pussy across his synthetic dick. His LED blinked a rapid red before turning yellow. “It’s like you said. I’m in control of this situation.”

You removed yourself from him and got on your knees. You unzipped his pants, taking out his length, pumping him. He looked away from you. His nervousness was returning. He was so perfect. There were literally no flaws within him. Yet, he seemed so shy now. Sometimes even those seen as perfect are insecure.

Your tongue and lips drag over the tip of his cock, gaining a hoarse moan out of him. He doesn’t taste like anything, but he does have that newly manufactured smell. When you look up at him through your eyelashes, he feels intimidated. The balance of power shifted and it just so happens he likes it.

“Shit.” He mutters as you pump and suck him off at the same time. Your moans send vibrations into his system, making him breath shakily. He could feel himself being forced to release quickly. His system wouldn’t let him hold it back for any longer.

“Don’t.” You say, wiping your mouth clean of your own saliva. Connor frowned, his eyebrows furrowing. You positioned yourself over him, sitting yourself on his cock. You both moaned at the contact, your wetness making him able to slip in easy and fast. You wrap your arms around his neck as he began to thrust into you. It started off slow and deep. Each of your hips meeting each other on cue.

It only lasted a few seconds. Once he had seen you were comfortable, he didn’t waste anymore time. And you didn’t want him to. He pounded into you, keeping your hips in place. Pleasure was washing over your body in waves. You could fell a knot building, your moaning growing louder and louder until it was bouncing off the walls of the room.

Holy hell. You probably were alerting the entire department. In the back of your mind you knew you were getting fired. Honestly though. You couldn’t give a-

“FUCK! CONNOR! FUCK ME!”

“Oh not this shit again!” A voice mumbled from outside the door. It was obviously Hank.

His LED blinked from yellow to red as his grunts and your moans combined as one. Your bodies virgously creating friction between one another as the world went white.

You laid limp against him. His hands rubbing your lower back, making sure you were alright.

“Do you think we still have our jobs?”

“Not likely.”

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“Hey, uh...” Hank scratched the back of his neck nervously. “You didn’t hear it from me, but I think Fowler’s firing the both of you.”

Connor smiled at him. “Thanks Lieutenant. However, he told us already and he wasn’t very nice about it.”

“So we’re going to fuck in his office. On everything.” You shrugged, running off with Connor.

“Sorry to hear abou-wait what? Th-there’s glass windows and doors on the thing! (f/n), Connor! You can’t just...and they’re doing it.”

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ahh I’m gonna go ahead and release Confession Obtained an hour early. I wish I had more fun with it, but since it’s an original from my sucky mind it SUCKS. Your ideas are way better and exciting which is why I have fun with them! So here ya go! I hope you guys enjoy!

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THE REQUEST I JUST GOT WHAT THE F-

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“i want Connor to eat the s**t of my a** with a spoon and then show me no mercy while mixing spaghetti and syrup in my p***y like im the f*****g ELF”

i love my anons but i-

i love my anons.

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