re2!leon s. kennedy , who is still getting used to being loved so openly, blinking in surprise every time you do something small for him like it’s the greatest gift he’s ever received.
re2!leon s. kennedy , who instinctively reaches for your hand in crowded places, thumb rubbing slow circles against your skin like he needs the reminder that you’re right there.
re2!leon s. kennedy , who falls asleep faster when you’re near, even if he insists he’s “not tired”, his grip tightening just a little once he finally drifts off.
re2!leon s. kennedy , who brings his jacket for you even when it’s warm out, swearing it’s “no big deal” while absolutely freezing without it.
re2!leon s. kennedy , who gets shy when you watch him do mundane things like tying his shoes or brushing his teeth, asking why you’re staring with that soft smile.
re2!leon s. kennedy , who remembers the smallest details about you, how you take your coffee, what songs calm you down, the exact way you like to be held when you’re upset.
re2!leon s. kennedy , who lets out quiet laughs against your neck when you ramble, not because it’s funny but because he loves hearing you talk.
re2!leon s. kennedy , who double checks that the doors are locked before bed, then checks again, then relaxes only once you’re safely curled up beside him.
re2!leon s. kennedy , who practices what he wants to say to you in the mirror but ends up blurting it out awkwardly anyway, ears turning red when you smile at him.
re2!leon s. kennedy , who brings you along on late night drives just to talk, the radio low, his focus split between the road and the sound of your voice.
re2!leon s. kennedy , who kisses you like he’s grounding himself, slow and careful, like he’s afraid the moment might disappear if he rushes it.
re2!leon s. kennedy , who keeps your spare key on a separate keyring, checking his pocket constantly to make sure it’s still there.
re2!leon s. kennedy , who struggles with nightmares but never feels embarrassed waking you up, because your presence is the fastest way to remind him he’s safe. (mostly for post!re2!leon, tho ive heard hes had a sad upbringing idk lol, criminal parents?? someone fact check me pls)
re2!leon s. kennedy , who looks at you like he’s still surprised you chose him, like every day with you is something he quietly promises not to waste.
• he doesn't believe in love at first sight until it happens to him and nearly falls flat on his face.
• you're working the front desk as a office clerk and were just typing something on the computer in front of you, but he swears to never have seen someone so beautiful.
• there's a song playing on the radio and it makes the hearts in his eyes bigger. (i don't want to miss a thing by aerosmith)
• leon spends the first few days crushing on you from afar, seeing how you interact with others and getting some perspective from the other officers.
• they say you're one of the best police clerks and always come through for them but when they ask about his sudden interest, he shrugs it off as best as he nonchalantly can and says he was just curious but they smell bullshit.
• side-eyeing one another with growing smirks, leon groans internally because that means endless teasing until he grows a pair to talk to you.
• leon finally walks up to you with some paperwork his coworker sent with a wink and a thumbs up.
“hey, how you doin’.” he smiles, heart in his mouth.
you smile back and answer, thanking him before returning the greeting. “what can i do for you?”
“i believe this is for you.” he hands you the small stack of papers put together in a file for your convenience.
“ah, thank you.”
leon wracks his brain for something else to say. “um...” his eyes sweep across your desk and finds a cd cover and thinks fast. “mariah carey. you like her music?”
“yeah.” you say with a shy smile.
“you have any song recommendations?”
leon may not indulge in anything that isn't rock or a subgenre of rock, but he'll try it all if your opinions call for it.
“this album itself is pretty great. i can lend it to you if you'd like?”
there's a twinkle in your eye as you make the suggestion and leon’s a goner, confirmed.
• leon listens to all the tracks intently and even finds himself bobbing his head along to the beats and rhythm. he thinks about which songs you'd like and decides to take your word for things.
• leon returns the cd to you after a couple of days with a bright smile and words of praise.
“this was new for me but i’m not mad at it.”
• you see him more afterwards, whether it be to drop off some stuff for you or doing paperwork directly regarding him. after some more light conversation, you come to the conclusion that he’s quite alright.
• he's sweet, you think. kind enough to say just about anything you and still get a response. caring enough to ask about your day and share thoughts of his with you. you know he's a rookie cop but he’s so eager to learn. always looking at the other officers with admiration and appreciation, respectful in ways you thought was a lost characteristic among men. leon has a different sense of humor than anyone else at the station; it's unique and not exactly downright hilarious, but you kind of like it. you kind of like him.
• leon has come to know of you as a good friend. your likes and dislikes, what you're allergic to and what you desire from life. he doesn't think he's ever met a woman like you, but that makes you all the more appealing. you love animals but can't find the time to care for one, you love food and will try out a new restaurant when possible, and you want to travel the world (or as much of it as you can). no doubt, you are the girl of his dreams.
• leon's come close many times to asking you out to lunch or dinner in hopes of becoming something greater, but something always comes up. either you're called away for something that could've easily been an email or he's pulled away for a task that could've easily been done by someone else. finally, he manages to find the right time to ask you out.
“would you like to go out for dinner sometime?” he asks, smile shy and hand scratching the back of his neck nervously.
you blink in half-surprise, half-delight. “oh, uh... sure.” you nod, biting back a wide grin. “i’d like that.”
“okay.” he nods to himself. “does tomorrow night at seven work for you?”
“yes, it does.”
“then it's a date.”
so suave.
“it's a date.” you repeat, eyes downturned and stomach turning with butterflies.
• leon takes you out on two more amazing dates before asking to be your boyfriend, and you say yes.
• nothing changes in your dynamic. he's still the same awkwardly charming, sweet guy who sees you and wants to make himself useful to you. only thing that's changed is the fact that he's putting in romantic effort. such as holding your hand, watching movies with you and pretending to stretch his arm across the sofa only for his palm to be an inch away from your shoulder and chickening out when you turn to smile fondly at him.
• will buy you flowers and pair it with one of your favorite snacks. cookies, chips, chocolates, etc. and if you come to work later than him, he'll already have breakfast ready for you in a bag waiting at your desk with a lovely note that reads, got you a little something with a smiley face that matches the one you have on as you read.
• leon's most notable romantic pursuit is also the one he's worked on the most; working up the courage to kiss you. he's the type to plan it— nothing too fancy but still maintaining a special feel for you and your comforts. he's the type to always ask before doing it, no matter how long you've been together. it's the principle!
• i see leon gets a lot of shit for not being a good cook but i can see him make a mean ass sandwich. maybe even a good old fashioned soup if he’s feeling fancy. he’s no chef, by all means, but he isn’t a lousy cook either. (unless it’s canon then… well) i feel like he’s the type to try and make an effort to make you a good home cooked meal whenever he can, especially if you say you’re craving something that doesn’t hit the same if you got it from outside. leon will have three different articles with slight variations in the recipe to make this dish for you!
• saw the iconic pasta scene in Lady and The Tramp (1955) and only implied it. he's cheesy like that.
“you know that scene in lady and the tramp?”
it doesn't take you more than a few seconds to get his reference as you're eating the spaghetti he made. “you wanna try it out?”
he chuckles airily, suddenly growing embarrassed at the thought.
you tilt your head at him and grab a noodle with your fork, humming to get his attention.
he leans in shyly and takes the end of the other noodle into his mouth before chewing to your end, and you reciprocate the action.
• sometimes he'll come over to your place for dinner and bring a game to play; boardgames like monopoly and sorry or solving puzzles and murder mysteries. leon's fun like that.
• he's the type to view any outing with you as a date. y'all going to the carnival? yeah, that's definitely a date. shopping? it can be considered a date to some people (him), yes. you're going bowling? oh come on, that's a date in his book. he's romantic like that.
• he thinks of you as his lady luck. you bring good fortune to him, whether that be at work or in his personal life. this belief came to him from a fortune cookie.
you bring in takeout from an american-chinese restaurant you like and they have you complimentary fortune cookies. you give one to leon and he cracks it open, unraveling the note inside.
he’s quiet for a few seconds as he reads it and you ask what it says. “…your luck sits right in front of you.” leon looks up at you and understands why some men are so happy in life.
• i think he would lowkey be interested in skincare. not for himself as he feels like there’s nothing he has to do besides put on some face lotion but if you’re into it then he’s for sure taking notes, literally. his skin already looks so good and his pores are basically nonexistent. you tell him to incorporate some sunscreen in his routine everyday and he does. leon also likes doing face masks with you because he feels clean afterwards.
• the type to move hair out of your face / fix it in place, like maybe your middle part isn’t exactly in the middle, so he’ll fix that for you. you’re cooking and you keep having to tuck your hair behind your ear and you’re getting frustrated but not to worry! leon’s already there with a hair clip / hair tie so as not to bother you anymore.
• calls you every night if you’re away on a trip or something, but only if you’re not annoyed with that. he just misses his lady.
• keeps a picture of you and him from a photo booth in his wallet 🥹🥹🥹
• cried once when you surprised him with concert tickets to go see his favorite artist.
• i don’t think he hates horror movies, but he does find them annoying for their inaccuracies. saying things like, “that’s not true, by the way.” and “that just doesn’t make sense.”
“if that were me, what would you do?”
it doesn’t take you more than a second to answer. “i’d wait for your call.”
“exactly.” he says, pleased with your answer.
• once you get comfortable enough with each other to sleep in the same bed, he does hog the blankets (and your space). you have to wake him up a couple times through the night to “scoot over a little.” and he does, only to come closer to you once you try to go back to sleep.
• the type to wink at you in an attempt to flirt but doesn’t take himself serious long enough for the effect to come so you laugh and call him a dork, to which he smiles like it’s the highest compliment to ever receive. (and it most certainly is if it’s coming from you)
• when you're in the mood to go grab a sweet treat, i can see leon getting something like mint chocolate chip or just plain vanilla on a cone. he doesn't strike me as a person with a sweet tooth but i think he wouldn't mind eating basic ice cream flavors.
• leon would definitely want to take you on a road trip and play all the songs you both enjoy. he has a special mixtape titled our greatest hits and plays it whenever he's thinking of you (which is all the time).
• the type to go on morning runs on his days off or if he has a later shift and wants you to come along. if you're the type then you go and if not, leon is more than understanding of you wanting to be sleeping beauty.
• nicknames: babe and/or baby are regulars, honey for when he’s feeling doting or tired, and beautiful is how you know he’s in a soft and mushy mood.
• leon's love languages are definitely acts of service and quality time. physical touch is a third runner up just because i personally don't see him wanting physical contact as much as making himself physically useful. i can see him giving words of affirmation and gifts. but the first two just seem much more on brand as his sole reasoning for being a cop is to help people. leon loves doing things for you; whether they be loading up the dishwasher or dusting the fan because you off-handedly mentioned how long it's been since you saw what the top of the fan blades look like. he looks forward to spending time with you. sometimes he'll plan something fun, and other times he's content with just sitting with you or doing separate things together. there’s days where he’s feeling needy and wants nothing more than your touch, your weight. your touch recharges him in a way no energy drink, coffee, or any amount of rest does.
re4r
• your relationship takes a toll after spain. a lottt of adjusting is happening, and i mean a lot.
• he’s put on a temporary absence, given some time to recover mentally and physically.
• you can see that he’s changed emotionally— leon’s reserved and doesn’t give away his intentions outright anymore.
• leon doesn’t talk as much as he used to, so at first, you feel like you have to do the talking for him. but then he remembers to pull his weight and starts conversation with you when you've gone quiet. if you're naturally a quiet person then you both understand the silence to be more than the absence of noise, and rather a space where just your presence is deeply needed and appreciated.
• sometimes you’ll catch him staring off into the distance, mind going to a place you can't quite follow. you debate pulling him out of whatever train of thought he’s on, but you learn to instead talk to him or give him something to do so that he’ll blink himself out of it.
• because of his ptsd, you can’t touch him whenever you want anymore. any touch is spontaneous for him so you have to make yourself known; with a knock on the wall or a call to his name. this one took some getting used to, but leon never did anything outrageous if you'd touch without warning— he’d just flinch really hard or gasp softly and turn his whole body sharply in your direction, hands alert and ready for whatever.
• that causes the both of you to be touch-starved, but when you cross the threshold of having to warn him before touching, he's the one to initiate contact first! leon will reach out with a tentative pinky to touch your own before hovering his hand over yours. he finds your touch grounding and is hyperaware of your own reaction. the first few times, you give him time to move back and when he doesn't, you let yourself touch him.
• leon used to be a heavy sleeper but that’s changed over the past few years. he’s a light sleeper (if he ever sleeps) and often fidgets when he’s able to rest. that’s partially the reason why he doesn’t sleep beside you until you’re holding his hand and dragging him behind you. he’s afraid of what he’ll do. his ptsd is severe and he’s heard the stories— hands around their partner’s neck, strangling and choking until something snaps them out of it. the suicide-murder stories are the worst. leon will never, ever let himself see the light of day if he realized he hurt you physically.
• he knows he’s hurt you mentally and emotionally with the change in his behavior and routine, even if you don’t say it.
• one night he sits you down and talks to you about what’s on his mind. leon talks about how he feels like you’re putting in overtime to compensate for him.
“are you happy?”
the questions knocks the wind out of you. you look at him sadly. “of course, i’m happy.”
but he doesn’t seem convinced. “i just… i know things haven’t been the same for a long time, and i’m sorry about that.” he takes your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs gently across the planes of your knuckles. “but i love you too much to keep you here.”
he’s breaking your heart. “…do you remember how i was when my uncle died?”
he nods, a quiet look of solemnness falls over him.
“i was really sad, cried almost all the time. i thought i’d feel that way forever.” your mind runs through those memories like a cassette tape, speeding up to your favorite parts. “but you were there for me. you made me get up and start my days when i didn’t want to. you took care of me and my family. you were there for my family, leon. that means something.”
he was such a big help, always asking if there's anything can do for your mom and dad. sometimes he'd go over to them just to talk and help around the house or run errands to ease the load. they're still so grateful for him.
“i love you, so i'm not just gonna up and leave when things get hard.”
leon feels a burden lift from his shoulders, experiencing a lightness he hasn’t felt for a long time. “are you sure?”
you answer him with a kiss to his forehead, his eyes closing at the contact. resting his forehead on yours, he promises to make some “much needed changes” in his work life for him to be more present in his private life.
• yes ladies, that means he’s temporarily retired until further notice!!! (re9)
• i see him actively working on himself. journaling, going for morning runs / jogs, picking up a new hobby (he's recently got into sudoku and loves it!), and implementing mind / breathing exercises into his life. he even got a therapist!!! (but only bc you thought it was a great idea, leon thinks he's too macho alpha sigma for that (jk))
• leon still buys you things, that will never go away. due to his salary and funds he's saved, he buys you more expensive things that maintain the essence of thoughtfulness while being high quality. random vacation trips, booked spa appointments, a car for your dad because he mentioned liking the color.
• big crowds and noises are a hard pass but when it comes to a favorite artist of yours whose concerts have been a lifelong dream or family functions (bonus points if you come from an ethnic background / are a woc), then he just sucks it up (takes the prescribed medication) and puts on his best brave face.
• still buys you flowers for whatever occasion but not as much as he used to. you get “just because” flowers but again, not as much. he knows you don't question his affection towards you just because he doesn't do things as frequently as he used to, but he feels bad about that. you tell him people change and it isn't necessarily a bad thing, so he feels more confident in himself.
• watch collector. rolex, armani, boss, all that. i can see him appreciating the fine work from a fashion and mechanical standpoint.
• has a great collection of leather jackets too.
• i know he canonically listens to metal and rock and rock metal (is that a thing??) and basically every subgenre with rock and metal, buttt due to your first interaction, i can see him tapping into genres like pop and rnb. that is solely bc you listen to stuff like that. from mariah carey and michael jackson to britney spears and nelly furtado, he truly has heard it all. he may not sing along as passionately as you but he can and will appreciate the art that is music. even a metalhead lip syncs to *nsync from time to time.
• i don't see him being a huge sports fan but he does tune in for the olympics and fifa, that's it though.
• acts of service and quality time are still top two love languages for leon but gift-giving is making for a nice contender for second runner up. it's just that now that leon's got the funds, he wants to spoil you as much as he can. we all peeped that jacket he wore to spain, fashionista spotted!
• can get clingy when tired / sleepy. he's like a cat; trying to keep up and stay up with you for as long as he can but when he's ready to knock out, he's pulling you behind him and tucking the both of you into bed.
• doesn't drink alcohol more than the average person, but doesn't mind a glass of whiskey or bourbon from time to time. drinks them neat. beer is fine too but depends on the occasion. and if you aren't cool with him drinking alcohol then that's an easy fix for him! he will have no problem dropping alcohol bc anything you say goes 💞💞
• leon’s amazing with kids. every time a family function comes up or there’s some kind of get together with your family, you can almost always expect to find leon with the kids. he’d chat with the adults for a bit before a younger cousin / niece / nephew asks him a question and drags him away. the older kids fuck with him heavyyy. they’ll show up to every gathering afterwards if you bring him too.
• teaches you the basic mechanics of a gun and how to work it / shoot. target practice at the local gun range once a week. he also teaches you basic self-defense strategies and techniques. god forbid he isn’t there, but just in case you need it. he’s a bit intimidating as a teacher and wants you to take it as seriously as he is, but will let his guard down and let you goof around momentarily.
• you really are his strength and weakness fr like he can’t say ‘no’ to you. he doesn’t play about you.
• is clean-shaven all the time bc you think he looks his best without any facial hair. speaking of looking his best, this man cannot be normal about compliments omg he always chuckles shyly and looks away when you compliment him but don’t let it be the other way around bc he will be so unbearably cocky and teasing if he sees you acting all blushy and bashful.
• i don’t see him getting emotional / crying easily but when you’re really upset to the point that you cry / sob into him, his eyes do get glossy and a few tears slip out. he rubs your back as you cry, not saying a word until you’re ready to talk and / or hear what he has to say. he’s so comforting and talks you through your sadness.
• the type to act all tough and really try his hardest to hold on until he really can’t and needs to cry in your arms. this is rare but when it happens, you try your absolute hardest to say what he needs to hear and if he doesn’t want to talk, then you comfort him to your best ability. leon doesn’t talk about his feelings a lot but when he does, his survivor’s guilt and paranoia is the main topic.
• surprisingly still had his wallet on him in spain and would flip it open to see your face, it gave him hope and the strength to keep going.
• the type to play fight with you and gently toss you on the couch / bed. won’t pin your wrists if that makes you uncomfortable / nervous or anything, but otherwise will bc he’s wants to see your breathless face. leon lives for these little “normal couple” moments.
• the type to wrap his arms around your waist if your back is to him. whether you’re cooking, washing the dishes, or folding laundry. he just loves hugging you and holding you whenever he can.
• i can see him picking you up and setting you down on a countertop or some kind of desk when y’all are kissing. it’s the feeling of taking care of you and not making you work more than you’re supposed to. on that same thought, he’ll carry you into the bedroom and lay you on the mattress nicely so you’re comfortable.
• if you’re coming back from a night out with your girls, he’ll carry you bridal style or on his back to the house. over the shoulder is reserved for when you’re sober and feeling playful.
• you have a bucket list of things you want to do / experience and when he saw lingerie under a trench coat on the list, man did y’all have a time!!!
• if he’s feeling a bit whimsical, he’ll put on an oldie but goldie on the record player and call you over to slow dance in the living room.
• when he’s having a hard time sleeping, a nice, long session of backscratching usually does the trick. and if you stop too early then he’s turning on his side to look at you like you just told him you hate him, until you start back up again.
• he may not know if he’ll ever be a father, but he’s got names picked out already.
• marries you a year and a half after resigning. he moves you both into a quiet town just twenty minutes outside the city. he buys one of those spacious one story houses that has a lot of land around it and its own separate pathway to enter and exit the main road.
re9
• flirts with you like he’s doing it for the first time, even after 20+ years of marriage.
“i’m about to take a shower.” he says with this sly expression on his face that teeters on the edge of a sexual innuendo. “…care to join me?”
• he’s gotten more confident (read: brazen) with his flirting but you sometimes see the shy, awkward boy when you wear something sultry or say something provocative.
• speaking of marriage, y’all had a real intimate and private wedding ceremony. think tom holland and zendaya!
• wears strong colognes but not obnoxiously. his nose hairs are fried from having been through so many biohazards. wears names like giorgio armani and azzaro bc you like how it smells on him. he can smell them faintly and likes it as well but doesn’t spray a lot since your nose is sensitive.
• goes crazy when you wear scents like miss dior, victoria's secret, or any sweet and subtly sultry perfumes / mists. loves the softer, cleaner scents just as much.
• loves it when you wear 4+ inch heels! thinks you look absolutely gorgeous when you're rocking high-heeled pumps.
• i see him making breakfast in bed for you. doesn't have to be a special day, he just felt like it. once again, he's no chef but he'll make avocado toast with some fruits with eggs or pancakes with syrup or whipped cream and a nice drink on the side.
• calls you gorgeous and you call him handsome in turn. loves it when you call him that bc he knows he may not be as pretty as he used to be (which is such a damn lie), and values how you see him deeply.
• wasn’t a fan of the grey in his hair and beard but once you vocalize how much you like it, he considers it.
“it’s sexy leon, trust me.”
• the type to take you out the country for your 25th anniversary and wine and dine you real nice for your later activities 🌚
• never did smoke, doesn't smoke, and won't ever smoke. period.
• drives a porsche when he’s feeling fancy and a g-wagon when running errands, but will always take the car you want to ride in.
• speaking of cars, he has never missed opening a door, pulling out a chair, or holding any of your bags for you.
• the type to be like “hey, what’s that?“ and record your reaction from his old ass iphone with a home button on it.
• he used to be afraid of the thought of being a father but embraces the idea more than ever now. he’d most definitely be a girldad but if given a son, he’d cherish that boy forever.
• the type to “my wife” his ass out of every conversation he doesn’t want to be a part of 😭 he’s getting older but his bs tolerance is getting lower!
“ah, my wife’s calling me. one moment.” he’s walking away to text you if you’re ready to leave yet ☠️✌🏽
• doesn’t shave as often since you like the stubble but does go clean-shaven sometimes to see if he’s still go it. (spoiler alert: unc still got it!!!) BOYYY and he’ll let you shave him if you ask and it’s so intimate like he’s just staring up at you as you calculatingly and carefully move the blade across his skin and you’re so locked in and focused that you don’t notice the hearts in his eyes as he stares. you’ve been so excited to do it and watching you do something you’ve expressed joy for, is healing for him.
• you’re his lock screen, home screen, computer’s screen saver, the answer to every security question he’s chosen, his password for certain things (never your name, obvi), etc.
• has only one (1) tattoo and it’s of your first initial. he got it after y’all got married and unlike many, doesn’t expect you to do the same for him. he did it bc he wanted to, and that’s all.
• the type to act all nonchalant but deep down loves dressing up for halloween. he’s got the house decorated so nicely and always has the best candies and chocolates for the kids and compliments their costumes.
• speaking of kids, if you don’t want kids naturally and want to adopt then he’ll be so supportive of the decision and commit time into researching. and if you don’t want kids at all then that’s not a problem either! this topic was already discussed in thorough detail decades earlier so it all depends on where you both are and if you can see a future with / without kids.
• i can see him as the type to have kids in his early 30’s and later on down the line (early 40’s):
— since he retired after spain, i can see him having kids maybe five years later. he’d so be a genz dad. kids would be in their mid-late teens so i can see him saying shit like “what’s up chat” and “that’s not very cash money of you” to try and bond but it comes out awkwardly so he gets laughed at. but it’s okay bc he’ll gladly be the joke if it means to make his kids laugh 💔💔
— if he has kids later on then they’d be in finishing elementary school / starting middle school.
• wakes up to drop them off so you don’t have to, but you’re picking them up!
• sometimes when the kids are asleep, he’ll get emotional thinking about how they’re might leave one day for college and be so grown that they won’t have to rely on you two and you know he’s spiraling so you have to calm him down and tell him that your kids will never be too old to rely on you both.
• cheers the loudest for them at every game / rehearsal. he lets them know all the time how good they’re doing and how proud he is. and if they’re on the honor roll / getting awards, chris, jill, claire, and sherry are never gonna hear the end of it.
• doesn’t take it personally if you’re not wearing your wedding ring stack (yes, he got you a stack! the engagement ring, wedding band, and a whole separate wedding ring. can this man be anymore perfect??) but he does lightly joke about it.
“alright, what’d i do this time?”
• date night is twice a month, he plans one night and you plan the other.
• has a picture of you (and the kids but if not, then just you!) in his car that he kisses the tips of his fingers and touches your picture every time before he drives and after he comes back home. since you’re his lucky charm, it’s a little ritual he does to have come back home safely to you.
• everyday is a gift with him, and it’s such a privilege to spend every passing year growing with him.
imagine just laying on leon's biceps??????? he's reading something on his phone and you just kept mushing your face or cheeks on his biceps, then all of the sudden you leave kisses around it while he just hums at you. he's used to it by now, sometimes when you locked your arms around his, you just squeeze his biceps out of nowhere like a squish ball then lay your head on it. and sometimes you bite into it then press a kiss on the bite before laying your head back, just like what youre doing now.
so yknow how connor is associated with dogs in game by achievements, visual storytelling, him Liking Dogs, etc.
do you think connor would accidentally make himself into a service dog when approaching humans with the necessary conditions
like imagine he knows a person who has a fainting or seizure disorder and he's just like "you are about to collapse, let me help you". may not even make the connection until someone else points it out to him.
i just had this thought and it keeps nagging at me because. would he??? is that a thing he can and would be willing to do? just because???
i absolutely do actually omg
i feel like, especially after deviating, he’d just naturally be very caring and empathetic in his own way. if he were to notice something wrong, he would want to point it out. then, if he'd pointed it out, he would obviously want to help.
he would definitely casually scan people all the time in public, partially from his already advanced observational programming, and partially from his newfound curiosity for the people around him. on multiple occasions, both you and hank have caught him staring at people before decidedly approaching them to warn them of something off regarding their health.
that older lady he approached whilst you were waiting for coffee? oh, no worries, her blood pressure and heart rate were just abnormally slow, and connor wanted to make sure she was aware and offer his help. apparently, she had already been on her way to a doctor's appointment, and he walked her there to make sure she made it safely.
when hank told you about the teenager he had stopped whilst the two of them were taking a walk around the park with sumo? he stopped to ask if he had ever struggled with any seizure disorders, and the kid had looked at him like he was insane, because how the hell did this random android know about that? connor had simply explained that he has an advanced olfactory system and, through smell alone, could tell one was coming. he offered to sit down on a bench with him for a while, and the two (and sumo, of course) had sat with him the whole time. that was when the thought first occurred to you.
then, one time, he had noticed you were looking a bit off. maybe you hadn't eaten much, maybe you were just stressed, a health problem he wasn't aware of; regardless, he had been worried about you and was keeping an eye out just in case.
eventually, he had nudged your shoulder gently and stated, calm and collected as ever, that you had a high probability of fainting and he would like you to sit down with him for a moment.
you had been feeling lightheaded, even a little dizzy, so you took him up on it. he had retrieved a snack and water for you, checked your vitals as if it were his job, then watched you eat and drink patiently.
after all was said and done, and he literally cleared you like a doctor, you turned to him with a smile.
"connor, have you ever realized you kinda act like...y'know, a support dog?"
his eyebrows furrowed, LED yellow for a moment, "what do you mean?"
"well...it's just that, i've noticed you pay attention to people's health a lot," you gestured between the two of you as if to say 'case and point', "and you always seem like you want to help, and it's very...support dog-esque." you had a playful smile as you said it, watching him think it over.
"i suppose i can see where you have made that connection," he began to grow a little smile of his own, clearly mentally sorting through the various times you had seen this exact behavior from him. probably cross-referencing it with any information he could find about support dogs, the supercomputer-brained nerd.
"i do like dogs, a lot. and i find it very important to offer my assistance if i notice something out of the ordinary. it is the right thing to do." he took the wrapper of whatever little snack he had procured for you and threw it away in the nearest bin.
"so, yes. i suppose i do have 'support dog' tendencies, as you've deemed it."
between connor's love for dogs and his love for helping people, he found the title quite fitting—he enjoyed it, really. no harm in being associated with such cute, helpful animals!
and from there on out, it would definitely become a running joke between the two of you, and hank of course, to say he was tending to his support dog duties whenever he took the time to stop someone in regards to their health.
this has been half-baked in my drafts for TOOOO long i am so sorry anon </3
this last month has been sososo chaotic and messy and all of the writing i have done has felt subpar at best (╥﹏╥) i am slowly but surely wrapping up the few things ive been working on, so hopefully i can get them posted soon !!!
then...i might be working on some non-connor writing....we'll see......
synopsis: there's an android virus going around, and it seems connor has caught it. he's never had anyone in his life take care of him, but that was before he met you.
a/n: this is a request from @littlestrawberrybunny, i hope you enjoy it! i hope it’s alright that i wrote it as gender neutral—i had so much fun writing it, and have been listening to the song aperture the. entire time i was editing this.
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"You look like shit."
You took a sip of your coffee.
"Always a pleasure to talk with you, detective."
You stood at the edge of Connor's desk, leaning partially against the metal. You felt like you could hear his cooling fans from across the bullpen, they'd been on overdrive since he arrived with Hank a couple hours ago.
Word hit the public earlier this week of a known virus that was accidentally created through a flaw within Cyberlife's latest software regulating update, one that most androids automatically would have received, including golden boy here.
"Are you feeling alright, Con?"
His eyes snapped from some photos laid out in front of him to your steaming mug, then to you. He offered a smile, one that failed to reach his eyes. "I assure you, my diagnostics are up to date and running efficiently. I am at my full potential."
You shot a glance over at Hank, who in turn scoffed with a roll of his eyes. "Kid's been acting like this all morning, refusing to admit what's really going on in that head of his."
It was almost as if the man in question's fans had grown louder in response. You set your mug down on Hank's desk (Connor wasn't a fan of the rings they left on his) before walking over to the brunette. His eyes dilated the closer you got, something that tended to happen when you were around, you noticed.
"If I look close enough, Con, I'm pretty sure I can see right through your synthetic skin." You squinted at him, tilting your head.
He squinted back at you, though if your growing hypothesis was correct, then that was because of the light directly behind you instead of him mirroring your action. "That's impossible without my knowledge of such action, and I have not allowed any diagnostics tha--" His words abruptly halted as you laid the back of your hand to his forehead.
Growing up, this was always done to you as a kid to quickly check your temperature, so you assumed it might work for him. The problem was that whatever was going on with Connor, no one here had seen before. On top of that, you weren’t sure how his forehead usually felt. From an outsider looking in, this probably looked quite childish.
That didn’t stop you from springing you hand back mere moments after you placed it against him, expression laced with worry. “You’re scalding hot.”
He looked up at you, eyes slightly unfocused. “My normal temperature has been in an elevated state today.” He closed his eyes for a second.
“Man, this android sickness is no joke, huh.” You studied him, looking at the blemishes and freckles that dotted his skin. Like the constellations, they were gorgeous.
“I can assure you, detective, that my model proves immune to the attempted virus spreading, if that’s what you’re insinuating.”
You adjusted your stance on the desk before speaking. “If whatever you have going on right now is your immunity, it has a real funny way of presenting itself.” You wished you could offer him water, or something. "Being sick is making you a shit liar, babe." No response. You sighed, feeling for him. “Try to stay out of all the bright lights today, it might help,” was as much as you could offer.
—
An hour into your shift, you drew the line. Connor now had a thin sheen of what looked liked sweat running along his face, he kept shifting in his seat, and his eyes tried time again and again to remain closed.
You went to explain to Fowler the situation, him disapproving of your idea but not denying it from happening. With a ‘thank you,’ you exited his office and strode over to Connor’s desk again. Without saying a word, you reached across his desk, picking up his tablet before opening his bag and placing it in there. His eyes were closed when you first came up to him, but now they were boring into your side.
"What are you doing?" He asked suspiciously.
"Packing up your shit. C'mon, you're going home to rest."
Connor's protests were immediate.
"I'm at a perfectly functionable level, I don't need to 'go home'."
You scoffed. "Love, your eyes started to droop mid sentence just now. I got the clear from Fowler. You need to rest and relax, there will be more crime tomorrow." You leaned in closer. "Plus, I told Fowler that you'll infect all of the computers, so he's letting me watch over you." You took a step back, sidling his bag on your shoulder as you reached in your pocket for your keys.
You could tell Connor was about to concede, but he was nothing if not a little stubborn. His eyes reached yours, invisible weights slowing down their movement. "The case work needs to be completed by the end of the day and I can't afford to have it put on the back burner. I appreciate your concern though." He threw a poor attempt at a smile your way, however due to his overheating it looked more like a grimace at best.
You crossed your arms. Dragging out a sigh, you spoke. "Fine. If you can get up and walk to me without hesitating or stumbling, I’ll leave you be. Deal?” You raised your palms up as a peace offering.
“Deal.” He scooted his chair back, eyes locking with yours before standing. He even pushed his chair back in, to which you scoffed.
He took a few steps, pride overcoming him. Little did he know, it was a lose lose situation. The effort of attempting to desperately prove he was not sick was in turn proof enough, and you gave him an unimpressed eye when he made it the first few steps.
By the time he reached you, you could tell he was really thinking about his footwork. A pained smile crossed him at his pathetic attempt at a victory,
“See? Not sick.”
You gave a roll of your eyes as you took the few paces to his desk and picked up his work bag.
You could hear the beginnings of a protest leave his lips as you shrugged it up over your shoulder.
“The only time someone goes all that way to prove they're not sick, is if they're sick babe." You saw his LED turn a quick yellow at your words, though you couldn't tell if it was from your trick on him or the use of 'babe'. His face flushed a light blue.
"C'mon. I'm not prompting you again--let's go." You gave him a look that told him to quit the banter and ease up, to which he thankfully did. Your face lit up in a small smile as he came up by your side.
--
When you arrived at your apartment, there was a refreshing chill to the air. You led Connor inside and up to your floor, not thinking twice about how his first time at your place would result in a skewed bias. You helped him take off his coat and hung it up, the extra couple hooks that typically lay bare welcomed by the new addition.
"My bathroom is the first door on the right. Go get changed into your extra clothes." You had made a stop at his and Hank's place after he made a comment of wrinkling up his work clothes, and had the rare opportunity to see into Connor's life outside of work. His room was quaint, with not much more than a bed, some photos, a journal on a bedside table, and a bed for Sumo to sleep on (though the fur on Connor's blankets led you to believe that the fluffy pup preferred to sleep on the android's bed).
You had set up a few blankets for him on the couch, alongside a TV table from way back when, and an ice pack wrapped in a washcloth. You didn’t know how fast his cooling fans worked, but you could tell he was still overheating. You drew your blinds and fluffed up the pillows, having grabbed one from your bed in case he fell asleep.
He took a steady amount of time to rouse from the bathroom, but eventually he made his way to you. You saw him stop short out of the corner of your eye.
“What are you doing?” Now that he was in a more comfortable state, you could see the toll this was taking on him.
“Taking care of you. Setting up a nice spot for you to relax.” You grabbed his arm and led him to the couch, him putting a hand to his head the way you did with a migraine. He was in a tee and sweats, and you had to remind yourself that he was ill goddammit. That didn't stop the thoughts that filled your head at what he would look like in nothing at all.
“Why?” He sat down on the couch, and you took a seat next to him, taking the back of your palm to check his status again.
He was still pretty hot.
You moved the ice pack up to his head and his unfocused eyes looked to you in confusion before he caught up to what you were doing, his hand shakily pressed over yours before fully grasping onto the chill.
“Well the ice will help lower your external—“
“No, why are you doing this?” As he settled in now, you could see the blue dusting his face again. You still weren’t sure of its origin. “You’re always so kind to me, you went out of your way to take time off for me, I—“ He couldn’t meet your gaze as he spoke, but the more he continued the bigger your frown grew.
His voice modulator was starting to glitch.
“Shh, Con, this virus is damaging your voice box. You need to stop talking for a bit.” He furrowed his eyebrows at you and you gave a hearty laugh, patting his knee before moving to stand. “Get some rest, okay? Do you need any extra Thirium?”
He shook his head in a ‘no’, but grabbed your arm as you stood. Though ill, there was still an exhausted attempt of playfulness to his expression. “Are you telling me to shut up?” The glitch became worse the more he talked.
You rolled your eyes. “You know I never would, however, it’s in your best benefit. Get some rest.”
You watched as he closed his eyes, assuming he was entering stasis. You admired his features as he did so—the curve of his nose, the freckles sprinkled on his face.
You saw, after a few minutes, that his eyes scrunched up in pain. “Everything okay?”
He gulped before strained to open his eyes. “The light.” His voice cracked out. Even with your curtains pulled, the daylight still seeped into this portion of the apartment—something you usually appreciated. However now it seemed turned against you.
“It’s messing with your sensors?”
He nodded, and you were thankful he decided to gesture instead of talk.
This left you in a bit of a predicament. There was one place where the light wouldn’t bother him, but that was—well, fuck it.
“C’mon then, let’s get you somewhere darker." You grabbed him by the arm to help him stand, and you were surprised when you felt his weight slightly shift onto you.
Your bedroom was not too far of a walk, and you sent gratitude to your former self for dedicating yesterday to tidying up the place.
It took him longer than usual to realize what you were doing. It wasn’t until you peeled back your duvet that his LED shifted from red to yellow. If you had not known about his state, you’d be concerned at that little LED of his—it had been red all day.
“Easy does it love, there you go.” You settled him into the bed before brining the covers up to him. His cheeks hinted cerulean now, something that you thought was a result from the sickness, but something that he thought was completely unrelated.
And to his credit? He was completely out of it when the words fell from his mouth. “I like when you call me names like that.” The confession was quiet, but spoken with a smile. The window cast a midday glow onto him.
You felt that familiar skip in your heart at his words—a feeling that was becoming more and more regular as the days passed.
You didn’t even want to dwell on the fact that he was lying in your bed right now. If you thought too much into it, you’d be putty.
So, instead, your checked his forehead again with your palm before shuffling to go get a damp washcloth. You didn’t know if it would help, but you would give it a shot.
You walked over to the window first, drawing the curtains as the last bits of your garden, and the light that came with it, disappeared from view.
The room, now shrouded in afternoon darkness, felt a blanket of ease descend onto it. Your footsteps were muted as you creaked the door open.
“Where are you going?” His voice was glitching pretty bad now, the one question taking about five seconds to become remotely comprehensible. Once again, you had to push some certain thoughts out of your head as he lay there, dressed down, in your bed, eyes half lidded and hair slightly ary. He was ill, get it together.
“I’m coming back, just getting some things for you, don’t worry.”
He hesitated, “…okay.” A beat. “You’re not just saying that, right? You’re actually coming back?” Anxiety coated his glitching words, and you couldn't stop the pang of pity that hit you.
“Of course I’m coming back, Con. Just fetching some supplies that might help you out a little. Now shut up." You opened the door further. "Plus, you can’t get rid of me that easy, babe.” He did say he liked the pet names, after all.
He seemed satisfied at that response, and you exited quietly. God, you were in this deeper than you thought.
As the water ran over the cloth and on your hands, you chuckled at yourself. You never thought the first time he’d be in your bed would be for this reason at all. Of course, you’d imagined him here for…other activities, but you never gave those thoughts form. He was your co-worker, and you were professional.
But there was that little voice again.
How professional was it for him to be lying in your bed, regardless of cause?
You shook your head in an attempt to clear it. Wringing out the cloth, you retrieved an extra just in case, and went back into the room, a knock signaling your return.
By the time you entered, the poor guy was nearly in stasis. At least, you suspected, because his eyes were closed, fluttering, and the artificial breathing module he installed had begun to slow.
“Con, you there?” Your voiced cast mutedly into the dark.
“Hmm? Yeah, I’m-I'm here.” The was a slur to the end of his words now, not a good sign.
You went to his side before gently placing the cloth over his forehead. “It might help with the cooling sensors.” You reasoned.
He gave a meek smile that you could just make out through the dark. “Get some rest, okay? I’ll be out in the living room when you wake up. Either that or I can come check in on you in a little bit.”
He wasn’t accustomed to asking for help, which made itself apparent in his struggle today, not only against this virus, but also surrounding your kindness. You watched as he laid his head back onto the pillow, cloth a top him, eyes now closed. He murmured something as you went to leave, quiet enough that you couldn't make it out.
"What'd you say?"
He repeated the phrase, and though he could barely get a sentence out properly, this one emerged crystal clear. Quiet, still, but unmistakable.
“Thank you, I love you.” Your name was tagged onto the end, and you nearly lost your breath.
Did he realize what he just said?
You peeked back into the room, but he was out like a light. No way he just said that.
No way he just said that.
No way he just said that.
It wasn’t even a brief, possibly friendly, ‘love you’, too. That was the full thing.
You shut the door with wide eyes and practically stumbled your way into the living room, seeking solace on the couch.
Fuck, the couch smelled like him.
Fuck, did he mean that?
Did he even know he said that?
He had to have meant it. Unless, was it just platonic? No, it couldn’t be.
You hoped it wasn’t. Because whatever the hell was going on within you was nothing near platonic.
He actually said that.
Fuck.
—
A few hours and an anxiety attack later, you were pacing on the carpet when you heard the rustle. You had made the totally healthy decision to focus only on those words for nearly the entire time he was out, and you had decided to address him on it once he felt better.
After all, he might not even recall that he said it in an illness induced haze.
Unless he brought it up when you walked in. But you doubt he would’ve. Unless he was already feeling better. Unless—
A groan coming from your room serrated your spiral, and those thoughts took as much of a backseat as possible as you made your way down the hall.
You gave a knock on the door before you entered. Turning the knob and hearing the creak of the old wooden door calmed you minutely, the familiar reminding you that you were alright.
"Hey there, how are you feeling, Con?” You took a gentle approach, voice softened and quieter than its normal tone.
You watched him roll his neck back and forth a few times, and even caught him reaching towards a nonexistent tie to adjust. His hands froze midway before awkwardly going back to his sides. “I’m feeling better.” He croaked, voice scratchy. At least it wasn’t glitching anymore. “Head still hurts though.”
“Is it okay to turn the lamp on?”
A meek yes came from him, so you went over to your desk at switched the little thing on. It set the room in a warm glow, nothing to further push a headache. There had been many a time where you had been exactly where Connor was laying, feeling nearly the same (you assumed).
“You didn’t have to do all of this for me, you know.”
You had your back to him, his words being put out into the air while you were organizing some of the papers that sat on your writing space. “I know, I wanted to.” You didn’t turn around as you talked. His previous words, accidental or not, rang through your head again, and it filled you with a giddy, anxiety-inducing warmth.
You swore at yourself internally. There was a high change this was all platonic, and it was frustrating you that you couldn’t tell.
“It’s what people do when they care for each other—they take care of one another.” You turned to face him now, and froze mid step. His gaze was on you, eyes connecting.
“I…” He trailed off, looking down to the sheets, your sheets, briefly. “I struggle sometimes with grasping how it feels to be fully human.” His hands were playing with the edge of a blanket. “But then, when you do things like this for me—honestly when you do pretty much anything for me—it makes me realize that that’s the point. I’m not supposed to feel everything all at once.” He let out an unnecessary sigh, looking back to you. “It’s supposed to come in pieces. Right now, I feel this, this warmth in me, and I can’t explain it.”
You yourself took a step to the edge of the bed, hands messing with each other.
“So you’re feeling better, I take it?”
“Mainly because you’re here, I think.” Damn, he’s direct, that one.
You gave a light laugh--you were never the best during serious and vulnerable conversations. "You must've been sicker than I thought if you're talking like that, Con."
He shot you a mildly confused look. "I just said that I'm feeling quite better--what makes you think that?"
You avoided his eyes. "I just--the last person that laid in my bed and said something like that, well..." You sent a smirk vaguely in his direction.
Connor, oh, sweet, innocent Connor, didn't get it. "Well? What do you mean?"
You chuckled at him. He was like a breath of fresh air, that one. "They got laid, babe." You side-eyed him with that smirk still on your lips, and oh you were so glad you did. His eyes were widened, blue tint starting on one cheek, crossing over the bridge of his nose, and ending at the other. From there it spread, colors a mixture of hues between a deep sea and a post-storm sky blue.
"Oh." His voice was strained, and you nearly laughed. He cleared his throat. "I-uh, um,"
Your smirk glided into a playful smile. "Yeah, Con?"
He swallowed. "When you call me that, it makes something in me feel so light."
You shot an eyebrow up. "Call you Con?"
He shook his head. "Call me babe."
Maybe his earlier words weren't just spoken in a sickly haze after all.
"I know, you said that earlier."
His eyebrows scrunched. "I did?"
You laughed. "Yeah, you did."
An empty space filled between the two of you
He began to ramble at your lack of conversation. "I mean, I know you say it to others, or at least, you used to. But, around two and a half months ago, you began to use it solely on me, no one else, and maybe it's just the way you talk but--"
Your breath was slowly stolen from you as he continued on. "--but I don't think I'm making this up or looking too much into it. It makes me feel an emotion, you make me feel an emotion, one that I have only ever heard about before."
You raised your hand, and he stopped. "Connor, listen to me very carefully for a second." He nodded. "You swear that this is not virus you talking? This is a serious conversation, one that shouldn't be held if you're not feeling stable."
His LED, which had returned to blue since he had woken up, now flickered red for a miniscule moment. He was frustrated. You could see his jaw clench. "No, no. This is not that."
You threw him a bone at the admission. "Okay, good." You shifted to face him, your body closer to his, faces just a heads width apart. Because I'm going to kiss the doubt out of you now, if that's alright."
And then, something you had never seen before occurred. That shiny LED of his faded into a pink hue, and he nodded (rather eagerly).
You smiled down to yourself before placing your hand along the cusp of his jaw. You drew in towards him, murmuring when your lips were almost touching. "If you get me sick, Con, I swear--"
You could tell he was done with your antics, because the brunette cut you off. "That's not possible and we both know it."
You gave a singular laugh. "Just checking."
And then you melted into his lips.
Airy and eager, the kiss was delicate, hesitant. You were sure this was his first time doing this, so you took it easy. When you broke apart, he was smiling. Your noses leaned against each other when you heard him.
Hesitant, yet strung along with a tone of playfulness, he spoke. "Can we do that again?"
You nodded, and this time, when your lips met, it was a burst of passion, his hand coming to rest along your jaw as well, other along your side. You felt his warmth everywhere he was, something that mildly surprised you. You had assumed that androids would be slightly colder to the touch. That was, well, when they weren't sick.
This time, when you broke apart, it was due to your lack of breath. Something shifted halfway through, and you assumed in the break before your second kiss that he did some quick research, because he got that technique down quick.
The evening light emanating from the open doorway coated his face in a mesmerizing shade of orange.
He smiled to himself, eyes crinkling, a little dimple appearing on one side of his face.
hey!! I just read your Connor x secretary!reader fic and omg I loved it so much! ♡ please, can I request something similar with Connor and a cute human gf of his? Maybe Connor eating reader out for the first time or something like this (sorry, I’m just whipped for soft dom Connor)
Connor has always been good with his hands for as long as you’ve known him. He understood what they could do and where they needed to be.
Upon closer inspection his hands were large and smooth to the touch, textured just like a humans. They were usually cold, leaving goosebumps running up your neck when he would caress your cheeks. If you asked he would warm them up with his internal heater before touching your skin.
He sometimes had the tendency to touch your body with his cold hands. He knew it was slightly unpleasant for you, but how your body would react to his chilly palms and the warmth your body emitted intrigued him.
Even so, you didn’t mind
You enjoyed watching Connor during his daily routine. Seeing how he interacted with you and this new world, exploring everything from a different perspective now that he deviated, it always brought a smile to your face.
But what you enjoyed the most?
watching his hands
It always fascinated you with how gentle he could be with you and then switch to the rough detective you know he can be. You’ve seen the body cam footage of Connor taking down criminals, tacking a suspect to the ground and immediately immobilizing the person with a swift wrist lock. His monotone voice could be heard in the video.
“𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕”
God the way he made you feel.
Sometimes you got to see him work firsthand, when he would haul in criminals that were to be interrogated he always passed by the secretary desk. He would flash you that smile, a sweet gentleness in his eyes while at the same time his body was tense as he gripped the violent criminal harshly by the neck and arm.
It was almost like the flip of a switch how he could jump from insightful, assertive detective to your sweet and inquisitive boyfriend.
You could have never known how ‘warmhearted’ he was with you once you started dating. You never missed how connors hands would rest at the bottom of your back and gently guide you through the crowded sidewalk. The same hands that fiddled with his silver coin absentmindedly as he spoke to you moving it with ease through his slender fingers. The hands that would hold your arm tenderly as he asked you questions or when checking in on you.
“Are you feeling okay today y/n?”
“Did you have lunch already?”
“Seeing you always makes my day better, do you know that?”
Connor always strived to be more than perfect for you and make sure you were happy and comfortable no matter what. His love for you ran deep and he could always show you better than tell.
“I want to taste you”
Mid kiss Connor blurted this out, leaning over you his hand gripping your bare thigh as the large shirt you wore rode up your hips. Your hands hung loosely around his neck as his breath ghosted over your lips his eyes locked on your face.
“Are you sure Connor? We’ve never done that before” you said as you pulled his body down to you.
“I would like to, based on my research it seems like it would be pleasurable for you.” He said as he leaned further into your welcoming arms.
“Connor were you watching porn again?”
“…”
“Yes. I thought studying it would help me improve during intercourse” he looked up at you while he laid on your chest his eyes closing as you ran your fingers through his soft brown locks.
“Connor we already talked about this, I love you for who you are. You don’t have to be like the men in those videos” you say lovingly
“I know, However I did learn about female oral pleasure and I would like to try it” he said as his hands traveled up your shirt ghosting over your panties as featherlight touches danced over your warm skin. Looking at you with those sweet brown eyes how could you deny him what he wanted.
“Okay let’s try it baby”
That was all he needed as his hand rubbed against your clothed clit.
“Just lean back, I’ll take care of you”
His lips traveled down leaving kisses on your throat. His large hands caressing and squeezing every part of you. At this point your were already melting into his touch, your body felt like it was on fire. You and Connor have had sex multiple times, he always studied you during and noted what made you moan out in pleasure and what made you move out of his touch. He could read you like a book, always knowing how to reach maximum arousal for you.
“Spread your legs for me”
His voice was like honey as he spoke to you. watching intently how his hand looped into your underwear and slide them down, you were a bit embarrassed when you saw a string of your juices pulling from the fabric.
Giving you a deep kiss as he pulled your legs over his shoulders he shifted downward. You could feel his breath ghosting over your cunt. Kissing the inside of your thighs he rubbed them gently. Connor went quiet for a moment as he laid eyes on your cunt.
“Connor are you- 𝑨𝒉~”
A breathless moan flew past your lips as you felt Connor push two slender finger inside of you, curling them at the right angle it made you feel dazed at the sudden pleasure. He gently thrust them inside of you his eyes locked on where you sucked him in.
“You look so beautiful dear”
Your back arched as his other hand rubbed slow circles on your clit. He could hear your soft hiccuped moans. His fingers gently stroked against your g-spot the sensation sending shockwaves through your body, your cry’s echoing through the room.
“Do you feel good y/n?” He said, the blue LED illuminating part of his handsome face.
“Y-yes Connor, I need more please~” you whined out.
You felt the cool of his breath ghosting over your swollen clit. He stilled for a moment before he pressed his tongue against the sensitive bud, moving it slightly to test the waters. Slender digits picking up the pace as they pumped into you, chasing that sweet euphoria you very much needed.
Connor pressed his mouth fully against your clit flicking and sucking with a fluid pattern. With how skilled he seemed you wouldn’t have thought this was his first time.
You felt that familiar feeling start to build in your gut. One hand in Connor’s hair the other Hand fisting the sheets while you felt your internal rope snap.
“Ah! Connor I’m gonna cum!~” you squeaked out small tears pricked your eyes at how hard your orgasam was going to hit you.
Connor felt your soft walls tighten around his fingers as your climax washed over your body. The gentle warmth spread over your skin, back arching at the sensation. Connor spoke soft praises against your clit as you rode out your high.
Your head felt heavy as your muscles relaxed, your breath ragged as you felt Connor pull his fingers away coated in your juices. You felt featherlight kisses on your legs as Connor looked up at you with his bronze irises, a gentle warmth in his eyes.
“Are you feeling okay?”
You nodded your head and gave him a small smile and he returned it. Connor got up and went to the bathroom to clean off, afterwards he returned to you. Climbing on the bed he positioned himself over your body, brushing his lips against yours before kissing you deeply. Your moaned slightly into the kiss as you pulled him closer to you.
A small noise came from his mouth when you pushed him off of you. He fell onto his back next to you on the bed barely registering that you hopped on his lap.
“What are you doing?” he said with a small smile, his hands resting on your hips.
You didn’t say anything as your eyes grew darker at the question.
You could feel the growing bulge in his pants.
Rocking your hips against him his head fell back as he groaned softly at your movements, his led flickering between blue and pink. Moving your hands down his body they gripped the hem of his pants. Catching the zipper between your fingers you slowly unzipped…
I’m so sorry first anon for making you waiting for so long :(( but yeah, I’m willing to take smut requests too! I’m gonna be honest, I have literally zero experience in writing smut so I can’t promise you it will be good
so, please lmk if you have anything specific in mind and I will tell you if I will be able to write it! ♡
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