Simon Riley feeling like shit because he just returned home to find his lovely bird sick to hell, shivering under the blankets they share.
He would get mad because she didn't mentioned it days ago when he got a single phone call to home.
Noticed something was odd just from her voice but thought she was holding tears as usual. Not to worry him.
Well, now he was fuckin' worried.
—I'm okay Si, it's just a silly fever.
—…could be a fricking scratch and my heart would still die with you— he mumbled in a grunt while putting some of his big-ass socks into her cold feet.— Thought we promised not to hide a shit to each other
—Yeah but this was nothing…— she weakly reached his chin to make him look up.. — this is nothing sweetboy…
Simon sighs before pecking her now covered toes. Giving a long loving kiss at her knee while sweetly lookin' up at her.
—I know u think I'm a big tough bastard… but i hate to see you in pain too…
____ draws a small smile.
—You are too sweet when I'm vulnerable. It seems… maybe I should get sick more often..
—Not fun— he hisses before settling next to her on bed. Tenderly caressing away the wet hairs off her forehead.—…called Price to stay a week.
She hums in both contentment and ache as he caressed her warm reddish face.
He coos sweet little nothings.
About how she didn't have to worry anymore…that he was there and wouldn't leave until she was healthy and happy.
That he loves her and will take care of the most valuable soul in HIS world…
And after so many sleepless nights, ____ finally found the security and care she had been craving.
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I wrote this while desiring to be yn while shivering like a chihuahua T_T. Being sick makes me so emotional guys.
[btw I got so enthusiastic I animated the drawing jsjsjss MARRY ME SI!!]
cw: fluff, Connor x reader, divergent Connor, domestic love.
Connor adores all the quiet ways ____ exists in his life.
The way her fingers find his without thinking, naturally intertwining with his as if they’ve always belonged there. The way she fixes his tie before they leave for the precinct, even though it never ends up as precise as Connor would do it himself. The knot is slightly uneven, the fabric just a bit off.
Connor notices.
Connor never fixes it.
At work, he’ll catch his reflection on a glass surface or a polished metal panel. His tie. Imperfect. And something warm settles in his chest processor as it reminds him of her hands, her focus, the little frown she makes when she tries to do things right.
He smiles to himself, just barely.
Throughout the day, notifications light up his vision.
____: "I just got to work :p ! Love you"
____: "I’m having lunch with my team, don’t forget to recharge and rest for a bit <3"
____: "I’m bored… wish CyberLife had created a time machine to skip work hours lol"
____: "I’M FREE ^0^"
____: "Are you almost done? :("
And yet, internally, his systems linger on each message longer than necessary. He calculates how much time remains before he can return to her. He briefly entertains the thought that CyberLife truly should have prioritized time manipulation over half of his current modules.
He realizes this thought is… unnecessary.
He doesn’t discard it.
When he arrives home, the door barely has time to close before she’s there. Arms around his neck, feet lifting off the ground as she jumps into him. He steadies her automatically, carrying her inside as she peppers his face with kisses, laughter soft and unguarded.
Connor melts into it. Into her clinginess. Into the way she loves him without restraint, without conditions.
Into the certainty that this affection is his.
Later, in comfortable clothes, he lifts her onto the bathroom sink. He cleans her makeup gently with a cotton pad, movements precise yet tender. She talks nonstop, jumping from one thought to another, recounting her day as if she’s afraid to forget any detail.
Connor listens to every word.
At night, she climbs over him in bed, caging him with her body, pressing close as if proximity alone is reassurance. Her cheek rubs against his artificial skin. Her lips leave kisses along his jaw, his nose, his mouth. She listens while he talks about his day, about cases and data and things that matter less now that she’s here.
When she kisses over the place where his synthetic heart rests and whispers a soft "I love you", something in Connor shifts.
At this moment, only then; he increases his temperature parameters. Just slightly. Enough to feel her warmth more intensely. Enough to feel her relax further, settling against him with a content sigh.
Connor registers that this adjustment serves no functional purpose.
He keeps it anyway.
As her breathing evens out and sleep takes her, she remains curled atop him, warm and trusting. Connor stays still, one arm around her, watching the rise and fall of her back.
This is the part of his day he never rushes.
The part he would protect from optimization.
Connor loves his life with ____ in it.
Connor loves ____.
And for once, he doesn’t try to define what that means.
cw: fluff, hurt/comfort, period-cramps/menstruation, Non-deviant Connor, Connor x reader, domestic.
It was one of those overworked late shifts. Fixing papers and case files. Having to tolerate Hank’s absurd jokes. That old man loved taking advantage of the fact that his android coworker couldn´t complain.
Not that Connor could ever get tired though, still, he was… somewhat distracted. Maybe he needed to check that at the CyberLife labs.
Suddenly, a notification flashing across his screen pulled him out of the file he was reviewing.
____: "Emergency!"
That made his LED flicker. His network instantly located ____’s phone, only to confirm she was at home.
Connor: "???"
____: "Aren´t you worried I might be in danger?! >:/ "
Connor: "You are home"
____: "So what? Maybe a serial killer got in :/ "
Connor: "You could manage that"
____: "Dumbass"
____: "Well it does feel like a murder scene in here... ;( Could you do me a favor?...please?... I have no other friends"
Connor: "My psychology modules indicate that you are being manipulative"
____: "A bit, but I really do need a favor… could you buy something for me and come to my apartment?…"
Connor: "What do you need?"
Some minutes later, ____ heard a little knock on the bathroom´s door.
—Connor?
—I´ll leave the pads near the door. I´ll turn around.
Connor heard the door barely open.
—DON´T YOU DARE TURNING
Then a door slam followed.
Connor started to scan the small living room. Analyzing some book titles of the books on the shelf. The small collection figurines he knew ____ so loved. Her desk was full of them too. Skullpanda and Funko Pops on his visors.
No family photos... something he noticed since the first time the girl invited him to her apartment. He had been there before for other matters than just buying pads. After some months of working together in the divergence files, she thought it was secure and a good idea to give him an extra key just in case.
Connor noticed the messy blanket on the couch and the TV paused on a dorama ____ had told him she started over the weekend.
He couldn´t understand why it was so easy to her to give every single detail of her life to him. Not that he complained; it meant he got to collect more data about her.
For practical matters only, of course.
—You want to watch it with me?
She said joyful while hugging him from behind. Something he was already used to.
—No need. I already know how it ends.
—Don´t spoil it to me again please
____ broke the hug and sitted on the couch.
—Sorry for...you know...making you come here so late. I just really didn´t know what to do...— his modules indicated she was noticeably embarrassed. So he just nodded to reassure her.
She stared at him...meanwhile Connor´s visors were telling him she was in clear pain. Her half lidded eyes and her posture slightly curved to the front. Her hand on her lower tummy...
—You should rest now. Will feel better.
She sighed while leaning again into the couch. Covering under the blanket.
—Are you going back to the precint?—he nodded. —I know you don´t need to sleep but I want to believe even you require some rest...
—I should leave now
—Wait...
Connor turned back to see her.
—Could you...stay for a bit? Just to make sure I´m asleep and didn´t just faint from the pain.
—I don´t think that´s possible ____
—Shut up, you are not a woman are you?
Connor huffed a bit before turning back to stand in front of her. Still.
—Could you just sit? You look like you might just kill me— she said funny while tapping the little gap she left next to her. Connor sat on the border careful enough not to hurt her.
—If you were hurting like this since the morning... why didn´t you ask for permission to leave earlier?
—Well... women don´t become detectives if cramps keep them from work Connor...—he looked at her.
—Though...I truly felt uncomfortable the whole day..—she murmured, pulling the blanket a little higher around her waist.—But I wasn’t going to miss this week’s case… it matters, you know?...
Connor tilted his head
—The data indicates that the number of potentially deviant android incidents has increased by twelve percent this month. It is statistically relevant—____ let out a tiny, tired smile.
—I don´t know... I´ve been thinking about what’s the most likely thing that makes androids go deviant. I mean... they all had a strong trigger but I´m sure it all started with something more simple.—her voice softened, eyelids growing heavy.—Something so small that nobody noticed...not even the androids.
Connor’s LED flickered, so faint it was almost nothing.
—Records suggest that the initial signs are usually related to stress, contradictory instructions, or extreme situations— he said, tone perfectly even… yet slightly quieter.—However… there have been documented cases without a clear trigger.
____ looked at him, sleep pulling her down.
—Like… something inside them changes little by little…— she mumbled, yawning.—And then when they finally realize it… boom… they’re feeling things… wanting things…— she slightly frowned in pain.
Connor didn’t answer right away.
Somewhere deep in his system, an unauthorized line of thought lit up:
"I want her pain to stop".
He didn’t speak it.
____ exhaled softly, melting deeper into her blanket. Her head dipped to the side while her eyelids drooped.
—Connor… if one day you… you know…— another yawn—…change in some tiny way… promise me it’ll be because… it came from you… not because someone hurt you…
His LED flickered again.
—Rest, ____— he said quietly.
And she fell asleep right there, mid-sentence.
The apartment fell into the soft hush of her breathing.
Connor remained seated for several minutes, monitoring her vitals until they steadied, until her muscles loosened with sleep.
Eventually, he rose and moved through the dim living room.
A rustle of a plastic bag, barely a whisper.
He paused near the small side table.
Then left.
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The next morning, sunlight warmed her cheek. Her cramps throbbed dully, but her body felt… less heavy. When she shifted to sit up, something caught her eye.
A chocolate bar.
Right there on the small table next to the sofa.
Neatly placed.
Turned toward her.
She blinked slow.
There was no note.
No message.
Not even a notification on her phone.
But she didn’t need one.
She just smiled...small, sleepy, and knowing. Maybe she had just discovered a new sign of divergence.
cw: mdni, +18, fluff/eventual smut, Simon Riley x Reader, comfort, blood stains, fingering.
_____ was lying back on the couch, eyes slowly closing as she watched her favorite show for the thousandth time. With so much exhaustion weighing on her eyelids, she barely heard the door opening.
—Simon…?— she murmured, barely audible, making the man at the entrance flinch.
A sharp pang of fear made her sit up when, even through the dim hallway light, she saw Ghost… tired and dirty, with traces of dried blood everywhere.
Simon’s gaze stayed locked on hers, and guilt hit him hard. The truth was he always kept “Ghost” and “Simon Riley” separate, as if they were two different entities…
Because they were.
It wasn’t that _____ ignored what her boyfriend did for a living—she simply didn’t know more than the surface-level details. Simon had promised himself long ago that he would never let all the filth of his life as Ghost bleed into the life he was building as Simon beside her… but he’d just thrown all that to hell.
Fear ate at him while _____ stared at him with terror traced across her face.
—I’m sorry… the locker rooms at base are under renovation and I thought you’d be asleep already…— he muttered, looking away, unable to hold the gaze that usually looked at him with love, now filled with fear.
____ stood up and walked toward him slowly and cautiously, stopping with a few inches of space between them.
Simon still wouldn’t look at her.
Then her hand lifted, hesitant, until her fingers touched his cheek. Even with the mask on, Simon could feel the soft warmth of her hand.
Gently, her fingers found the edge of the mask, slipped beneath the fabric, and removed it entirely. Her eyes filled with anguish…
—It’s...
—No. It’s from… someone else— he whispered as she barely brushed her fingertips over the reddish stains that smelled faintly of rust. Simon watched her with dread sparking in his chest, fear that she’d leave him now that she knew her Simon had taken someone’s life.
Then she stepped away, heading to the bathroom. Simon stayed frozen until ____ returned with a damp cloth in hand.
Tenderly, she cupped his face and began to clean the grime and the blood. Simon couldn’t look away from her eyes; so calm, so full of love.
How could someone look at him like that? With such affection?
He noticed ____ struggling a bit with the height difference, so he slipped an arm around her waist and easily lifted her, setting her on the counter.
She thanked him silently with a small smile and kept cleaning him with care. Simon watched her, mesmerized, leaning down a bit to rest his chin in the valley of her breasts so he could keep looking at her from there. She blushed slightly.
—Why the abandoned puppy look?
Simon huffed in amusement, closing his eyes when she leaned down to kiss his now-clean forehead. He exhaled softly under the affection, instinctively nuzzling against her chest, sending a shiver through her.
He started placing gentle kisses on her chest, barely concealed by her simple pajama shirt. Each kiss left a damp trail on her skin. She breathed out shakily and tried to pull back a little, but he stopped her with a hand on her waist… pulling her impossibly closer.
_____ melted when Simon began trailing kisses up her collarbone and neck, his thumbs drawing slow circles into her waist.
—S-Simon… you need to rest
He let out a smug little huff.
—Resting is the last thing I want right now, ____…— he said before gripping her waist and lifting her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around him, cradling his face with tenderness and covering him with soft kisses.
Simon laughed quietly at the sudden storm of affection.
He set her gently on the mattress and leaned over her, caging her between his arms. She smiled—until her eyes moved over his dirty uniform. Simon noticed and frowned.
—You don’t expect me to wait until after I shower…
—We’re not doing anything while you smell like death, Simon
He grumbled, and _____ giggled.
—Less complaining and more action, huh?
Simon snorted before getting up and offering his hand to help her up. When she took it, he yanked her close enough to crush their bodies together and kissed her with a hungry need.
—Come in with me…— his voice almost a plea.
—But I just showered…
—I don’t want you in there to shower sweetheart…
She was about to refuse again, but the desperate look on his face made her sigh and nod.
A huge smile spread across Simon’s face. He grabbed her wrist and hurried them into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and let it run to adjust the temperature.
____ began removing each piece of his clothing, leaving him in nothing but underwear. Simon chuckled under his breath at how she still got shy before seeing him fully.
When he was completely naked, he stepped closer, fingers toying with the hem of her shirt before lifting it off her. He smiled when he noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra.
He pulled her close with an arm around her back, making her gasp softly when their bare chests met. Then he slid her pants and underwear down.
Once every piece of clothing was gone, he leaned down to kiss her forehead.
—You’re beautiful…
Simon stepped into the shower, extending a hand to help her in. When she took it, he pulled her forward, and instantly she let out a moan he swallowed with a deep kiss. She broke it immediately.
—Jesus Christ, Simon, the water’s freezing
He laughed loud and hard, making her laugh a bit too despite her whole body shaking. Simon hugged her tightly, bringing her into his warmth.
—I told you to call maintenance
She pouted.
—ME?? You said YOU were going to call them!
Simon snickered against her skin, the vibration tickling her.
—Alright, alright, I’ll fix it in the morning, okay?— he whispered, kissing her shoulders, her face, her neck—trying to soothe the trembling. —It’ll pass, I promise...
_____ sighed, holding onto him tighter, searching for warmth. Then a shiver ran through her… not just from the cold. Simon’s fingers were sliding up her inner thighs, moving slowly toward her entrance. She gasped.
—Shh… I’ll help with the cold— he murmured lovingly, still kissing her shoulder.
His finger teased the sensitive skin near her core.
—Simon, stop fucking teasing— she murmured against his shoulder, making him chuckle softly.
—It turns me on when you get bossy…
Simon growled and, in one smooth motion, slipped a finger inside her, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips.
He kissed her with growing hunger, his finger moving with slow, rhythmic strokes that made her tremble. His mouth trailed from her lips to her breasts, kissing and softly biting as he took one into his mouth. One hand worked between her thighs while the other kneaded her other breast.
_____ whimpered, mumbling incoherent things… making him smile against her skin.
—S-Simon…
—Mmm?
—I want… I want you… inside
—Hm? Can’t hear you, princess— he teased, biting her now-red nipple a little harder.
—I-I can’t… wait anymore...
—And I thought I was the desperate one— he murmured with a light laugh.
—Just… please…— she asked shyly, almost pleading. Simon smiled, leaning up to kiss her gently.
—Anything you want...
He kissed her forehead tenderly before pulling his finger out of her, guiding her legs apart for better access.
He moved closer, wrapping an arm around her waist as he slowly pushed into her.
Simon focused on holding her steady as her legs trembled. _____ wrapped her arms around his neck, biting her lip to hold back a moan. Once he was fully inside, he paused, kissing her shoulder to soothe her.
—You okay?— he whispered.
—Mhm…— she breathed, trying to adjust to his size.
Even though it wasn’t their first time, she never quite got used to the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure each time Simon filled her.
When he felt her relax, he began to move; pulling soft, breathy moans from her. Encouraged, he picked up the pace.
_____ tried to move with him, chasing her peak, but her strength began to falter. Simon noticed and held her tighter, taking control of the rhythm again.
—S-Simon, I’m gonna...
—It’s okay, me too…— he gasped, and moments later they both reached their climax, clinging to each other as tightly as humanly possible.
Simon slid out gently, still holding her. At this point he was practically carrying her until her legs regained some strength.
Exhausted, she rested her forehead on his chest, making Simon smile softly...adoring her vulnerability.
His fingers combed through her hair tenderly while she caught her breath. When she finally relaxed and came back to herself, both of them wore sleepy, goofy smiles.
—I love you, Simon…— she whispered.
—I love you too, ____…
He pressed a kiss to her crown before finally starting to clean up properly.
And to think he believed a few blood stains would make her want to leave him…
Here you’ll find all my fics sorted by fandom. I mostly write fluff, hurt/comfort,domestic content and smut. Please make sure to read the tags before interacting. I’m uncomfortable with minors reading my works, so MDNI.
Detroit Become Human (dbh)
All quiet ways Connor loves you [fluff]
Connor helps with your period emergency [fluff]
Hogwarts Legacy
The little things you keep doing even now that you live with Sebastian Sallow. [fluff]
Call of Duty (cod)
Simon Riley
Simon didn´t want you to see him like that [smut]
Simon noticing you hiding your neediness at night [smut]
Simon can't keep his lovely wife from being that restless [fluff]
You think Simon doesn't notice how gently you love him. [fluff]
Simon would treat you better. [fluff]
Simon notices the fear you carry into the water [angst]
cw: suggestive (yet not explicit), +18, fluff/comfort, Jacaerys x reader, royal reader, bath together
Prince Jacaerys had a busy day, and as usual; he would interrupt his wife´s bath to relieve his stress.
The princess's ladies were busy perfuming and washing her skin, laughing in between at the witticisms of the young lady when she interrupted the gossiping to make witty jokes. The group of women were enjoying the pleasant conversation until a certain young man interrupted them.
—Thank you ladies, but I will continue with the princess's bath, you may retire— Jacaerys said kindly to the women, making them grin while bowing and retiring from the room, throwing a mischievous look at the princess in the bathtub. Then, they finally leaved muttering with amusement.
Once the young couple were left alone, Jace locked the door and ____ couldn't help but blush.
—You should stop doing this Jace, at this rate all Dragonstone will find out the crown prince bathes his wife every night.
—I don't think it's relevant at this point, princess.
She sighed in surrender before waving her hand inviting him closer.
He smiled triumphantly before leaning down so that his beloved's delicate hands could reach his face to cradle it lovingly.
—Good night, your majesty.
—Good night, my queen.
They both giggled softly and Jacaerys leaned to tenderly kiss her forehead.
The prince stepped back a little to take off his heavy clothes until he was in simple pants and shirt.
He pulled up a small bench to be closer to the tub. ____ just watched him.
Then, he rolled up his sleeves and picked up the sponge over the ceramic rim before gently starting to scrub ____'s back.
—Jace… I should be tending to you, not the other way around. Your day was hugely harder than mine...
—Attending to you is attending to me, my dear
—Liar...— he smiled in amusement and leaned over to place a little kiss on ____'s humid arm.
—Maybe a little, but I didn't lie before. I don't mind taking care of my wife at all….
She drew a smile, sighing with surrender, letting herself be attended by the prince.
The delicate touch of the wet sponge running over her body, and the occasional kisses Jace left on the skin he just cleaned; caught sighs of pleasure coming from her lips. Once the prince finished cleaning her body, he picked up the small bottle with hair oils. But before he even tried to open the jar, ____ stopped him.
—Come in with me…
—Pardon?
____ pouted.
—Don't you want to bathe with me? You don't want me anymore?— she said with faked sadness making him roll his eyes in amusement.
—And then I'm the sticky one?
The young prince began to remove the rest of his clothes. Once he finished, he slowly stepped into the other end of the tub.
The girl smiled triumphantly, leaning on her knees and moving to face Jace, who was watching her fondly.
Anyone watching such a scene would laugh with derision over noticing their nervousness and blushing even though they were wed more than six moons ago.
But that was precisely the magic in their relationship. Always so nervous and longing for each other, just like the first time they met...
____ smiled mischievously before playfully splashing water on him with her fingers.
—Funny— said, rolling his eyes in amusement.
____ smiled before sliding her body down until she was kneeling in front of Jace in between his legs.
He lovingly cradling her face, gently tracing the contours of her cheekbones, caressing adoringly before leaning down until their lips met. Jace smiled into the kiss, taking her waist gently, pulling her closer to him.
When they broke away from the kiss to catch their breath, Jace tightened his grip on her waist, turning her around so he could embrace her from behind.
The young prince snuggled closer against her skin, sinking his face into her neck, inhaling the pleasant scent of the perfumes with which her ladies had treated her. He slowly started leaving little kisses on her wet skin.
The princess felt a blush rising to her cheeks as she felt herself melting under Jacaerys' affections. His brown hair tickling her. His hand, gently sliding down to her lower belly, drawing caresses with his fingertips.
—I love you ____... The privilege of knowing you my wife, makes hearing to annoying noble imbeciles all day long, completely worth it. Because once all of it is over, I know I can finally come to you…
—So you're purposely waiting for my bath time?— said amused, turning around to face him.
—Not exactly... maybe a little. But even if not, you know that I love and desire you for much more than just your body…— he confessed in a whisper, cradling his princess's cheek.
—I know…— ____ took the hand on her cheek, gently guiding it to her lips to leave a little kiss on his knuckles.
He felt like melting.
—I love you too Jacaerys…for many more reasons than the physical ones…— ____ murmured, before leaning in and eagerly kissing the Targaryen prince to whom her whole heart belonged, from the very first moment they met.
