The best part of Bakugou Katsuki’s week is when he gets
to shed his lab coat for a skin-tight vinyl bodysuit, a long blonde
wig, and a pair of oversized handcuffs.
His drag persona is a force to be reckoned with. The audience loves
her. She loves herself. One guy in particular loves her a little too
If this freckled idiot seriously thinks he has a shot with her, he
has another thing coming. Namely, her stiletto up his ass. Who cares if
it’s his birthday?
The talented artist @tetramancer allowed me to commission them for this project. They did an amazing job
bringing my concept for Miss Demeanor/Katsuki to life. Go scream at them about their fabulous art!
Many thanks to my big, bad beta, @rebel-tentacle, for letting me bounce countless ideas and multiple drafts off of her.
Ah we can dance if we want to, we can leave your friends behind Cause your friends don’t dance and if they don’t dance Well they’re are no friends of mine! ♫
Aaaah, after what seems like forever, I’m finally done with those guys~! I hope you’ll like it, they’re transparent and can be used on your blogs (tumblr only). And if you like them enough, you can get them as various things, becaseI finally opened my Redbubble shop~! (I’d mean a world to me)
Humans are able to feel when people fantasize about them : they can feel their touches, kisses on their skin like it was real. You always felt some in your life, but it is the first time you are suddenly overwhelmed by someone else’s fantasies - and it’s probably someone who work at the police station, just like you.
Notes : So, I wanted to make this one gender neutral, but since I want to write smut in it, it was going to be really difficult… so I decided to do fem!reader (I will write an other story with this two and it will be neutral don’t worry :)) Anyway i hope y’all will like this because I like this idea so much aaaah
PS : Like always, I call my RK900 Conner, and the regular one Connor.
Humans have always been able to feel each other’s fantasies - most of the time, it was just a gentle caress against an arm or the feeling of fingers on a cheek, caused by strangers in the street who were interested in you in a matter of seconds. Sometimes, humans could feel more, like a kiss, or some intimate touch, but it was more rare, because it was considered as rude to make someone feel your fantasies.
We learnt to kids and teenagers to stop their thoughts, because it wasn’t a good thing - even if it was considered as a way to find someone who can love you, the only reason it wasn’t against the law was because nobody could control this. After all, thoses Fantasies were an invasion of privacy.
In the end, people used them most of the time to see if the one they loved could feel the same - even if you can not know who it was - and to know what they like and are comfortable with about touches. Most of the time, it wasn’t even able to stop people to fantasize anyway.
Like everybody else, you already felt some Fantasies about you, but it was from strangers most of the time, and just light touches, nothing else. The last time you experimented a real kiss and intimate things was with your ex-partner, two years ago.
That is why you weren’t ready for the hands on your skin in the middle of the police station, early in the morning. You worked here for a few months now, after being reassigned to help Detroit in this android revolution, and since then you got your own daily routine before getting to work. After making yourself a coffee you headed to your desk when you felt it for the first time, frozen in the middle of the office.
There was hands on your neck, stroking the skin gently - you didn’t feel that at work since a month now - the last one who always tried to turn you on with Fantasies was Reed, and you threatened to shoot him in the head if he didn’t stop, so now you were in peace - until now, apparently.
You glanced around but nobody in the station was currently looking at you and you frowned a little - it didn’t help you guess who it was. You let out a shaking breath and headed to your desk, decided to work anyway and forget about the kind gesture. After some minutes, the feeling disappeared and you released your strained shoulders.
“Hello, (Y/n) !”
You raised your head to look at Hank, who decided to put a box of donuts in front of you. You smiled and grabbed it to find your favorite flavor, the one with sparkles on it.
“What did I do to deserve this ?” you asked with a smile.
“It’s for the help on our last case, I guess.” he answered.
You smiled again and took a bite of the treat and you added with a raised eyebrow :
“So, I noticed that you’re always here in time now.”
“Yes, I guess it help to have an android annoying the fuck out of me at home.” he mumbled.
You glanced at Connor, still at his desk and waved your hand at him with a smile. You were going to ask Hank some infos about the last case you helped them with but the feeling of strong hands grabbing your hips possessively stopped you dead in your thoughts. Your breath caught in your throat, you looked down and ignored the lieutenant to focus on yourself, trying to hide the sudden Fantasy about you. It had nothing to do with the one some minutes before, with the hands on your neck - no, this time it was way more different, and whoever was doing this to you, he did not seem to want to let you go. The invisible hands left your hips, but they decided to go lower, caressing your thighs, and a whine escaped you, your donut definitely forgotten on your desk, like your coffee.
“(Y/n), is everything ok ?” Hank asked with furrowed brows, shaking you with a hand on your shoulder.
“I’m fine.” you managed to answer.
He was about to add something but someone else decided to step in at the same time.
You looked at the one behind Anderson and smiled weakly at the RK900, aka Conner. Cyberlife sent him right before the android revolution and he arrived the same week as you at the police station, and Fowler thought it was a good idea to put him as your partner. At the moment, you thought that it wasn’t a good idea - you were both newbies after all - but finally you both made a great team and you were happy to consider the android as your friend now - even if he was really cold sometimes, but it was his personality.
The feeling of the Fantasy started to disappear slowly so you exhaled a sigh of relief and gestured towards the chair at your side, prompting him to sit down with you.
“Hey Conner. We have so much stuff to do today, I need your help with something.”
The RK900 sat by your side and you thanked Hank again for the donut, leaving him to return to his office.
“So, there is this strange case of burglary I don’t really understand. There is no traces of break-in, and most of the things that have been stolen have no value.”
Conner put his hand on the computer and downloaded all the data about the case.
“They just stole some blue blood bags ?”
“Yeah, and the family didn’t even own an android, it was apparently old blue blood they never threw. But still… I think it is a shitty explanation… and I would like to go to their house again. You weren’t here when I started this case, maybe we will be able to find some extra infos with your help.”
“Alright. Are we going to their house now ?”
“Yeah, I’m just going to inform Fowler about this. He like to know where we are !” you chuckled.
You left Conner here and decided to go talk to the man about your idea to bring the android at the house. It took you less than two minutes and you headed to your desk to take your cop jacket. You started to put it on when the feeling on hands on your hips emerged again. With a shiver, you managed to put your jacket on and looked around, but the only one who was currently looking at you was the RK900, already waiting for you in the entrance.
The one who started to fantasize about you decided to kiss you in the crook of your neck, teeth scraping against the skin. You felt your knees goes weak and grabbed the border of your desk for support.
“What’s wrong, (Y/n) ?!” Hank asked from his desk, his voice worried.
“Nothing !” you answered almost immediately.
The ghost hands on your hips started to climb up to your chest, and you repressed a moan when you felt them starting to play with your nipples. You smiled weakly at the lieutenant and waved at him before heading to the bathroom. Luckily, nobody was here and you started to breath loudly, trying to cool your body with water on your red face. Hell, who started to fantasize this much about you, and in the middle of the day, at work ?! It was insane ! How were you supposed to work like this ?!
Focused on your breath, you finally noticed that the feeling started to disappear and the door of the bathroom made a noise at the same time.
“I saw you running to the bathroom. Is everything alright ?”
You raised you head to look at RK900 - his face was as cold as usual, but you knew him now, and you easily noticed the concern in his voice.
“Yeah, I was just… feeling a little hot suddenly but it’s ok now, don’t worry.” you smiled at him and patted his shoulder, wiping the last drops of water on your face with the sleeve of your cop jacket.
“Let’s go, we have a house to visit.”
The burgled house was in a weathly neighborhood - with perfectly pruned trees, the most greenest lawn you ever saw, et cetera. You moved to the front door and knocked, glancing at Conner right behind you. He was always so close to you, and so much taller too.
The door opened on a woman - she was probably in her forties, blond hair perfectly styled in a elegant brushing and expensive pearls around the neck.
“Hello ma'am, I’m the detective (Y/n) (L/n). We need to make a new check up of your house to find new evidences.”
The woman looked at you with suspicion and frowned a little, her hand strangely tight on the doorframe.
“I thought you already did all of that.” she accused with a raised eyebrow.
“Sure, but my partner wasn’t with me the first time. He is an android, y'know. He will probably be able to find some things that I didn’t see at first.”
The blonde glared at Conner with a disgust she didn’t even try to hide. You were about to say something about this but she decided to let you in at the same time, opening her door. Reminding you of the house, you went in the living room, showing with a hand at the RK900 the place were the blue blood bags were stolen.
“Ya see something ?” you asked. “We tried to find fingerprints but nothing… and since it was blue blood who was stolen, we think that it is probably an android who did this.”
Conner didn’t answer at this and decided to look around instead, analyzing the place. The woman was leaning against the wall, and you got the strange feeling that she was watching you. Soon, the android noticed that the carpet under the coffee table was discolored at a corner, like we removed it often, rubbing it against the ground. The expensive wooden floor was covered of little scratches at this place, and the small furniture was probably often moved because there was other traces on the floor, the same size as the feet of the table.
Conner decided to join you, looking at the old box where the blue blood was supposed to be during the burglary. He leaned on you and whispered to your ear :
“Don’t look at it, but there is probably something under the carpet. There is traces that it was often moved. Probably on a daily basis.”
“You sure ‘bout this ? We don’t even have a mandate to investigate in this house.”
Conner frowned a little at this word and his LED flashed a bright yellow for a moment, then his cold eyes started to shine with something who looked like pride when he answered :
“Now we have one.”
You watched him in awe and smiled, bumping his shoulder with your fist in a friendly gesture. Looking back at the blonde, you took a serious tone as you asked :
“I’ve got a mandate, ma'am, and I would like to see what are you hiding under your carpet right over there. There is scratches on the wooden floor. Old basement, maybe ? It’s common in those houses.”
“There is nothing here, I just decided to change the decoration some days ago, and I probably scratched it, yes.”
You raised a brow at the lie - Conner specified that it was moved almost everyday, did she really thought it was possible to fool an android like that ?
“Conner, can you move the table and the carpet, please ?”
The android started to move but the woman decided to take a gun from behind her back at the same moment, aiming in your direction.
“Shit !” you claimed when you jumped behind one of the sofas, the sound of the shoot in your ears - a second later and you were dead.
Conner joigned you a second later and you knew the blonde was still waiting for you to look above the sofa. You breathed sharply, and right after that you decided to shoot. You felt the second bullet of the suspect brushing your cheek but yours ended in her leg and she screamed loudly, falling on the ground. You ran to her but the android was faster and kicked her gun away, starting to handcuff her.
“Fuck, never thought I was going to escape from the dead this early in the morning ! It is not even noon. I’m getting to old for this bullshit.”
Conner was too busy with the rich asshole to remember you that you were not this old, and you decided to push the coffee table and the carpet on the side, revealing a hatch. You opened it and almost vomited while sniffing the smell coming from below.
“Ah shit, I don’t like that at all. Conner, call for backup. I got the feeling that we’re going to find some shit here.”
“I already did. The lieutenant Anderson, Connor and two other officers are already on their way.”
The android looked at you with concern and asked :
“Are you ok ?”
“Yeah, sure. She missed me, not that good with a gun.” you snorted, ignoring the mumble of anger coming from the woman.
You both waited some minutes before the four cops entered in the house, finding you, the android and the owner in the middle of the living-room, with a hatch opened on something who smelled like death.
“Seems like we have something interesting here. I wonder what she’s doing under her house.” you said, drawing their attention.
The feeling of gentle hands cupping your face caught you off guard and you froze in the middle of the living-room. Your eyes widened in confusion as you felt thumbs caressing your cheek gently, avoiding the cut caused by the bullet. This fantasy was similar to the one you got this morning on your neck, and it was definitely different than the one on your hips and thighs.
“Are you ok, (Y/n) ?” Connor asked with a concerned face.
They were a lot to ask this today, don’t they. You looked at him with suspicion and nodded - you decided to forget about the touches - a lot of work was waiting for you.
shocked when the scene came up, even though you had told him about it
beforehand. Shook wasn’t the right expression anymore, he was
downright done with everything in life, sinking deeper and deeper
into the movie theater seat.
you two came home, he couldn’t help but say: “Jagi.. that was