It’s 3am and I felt like writing about my new muse. Gosh, I love him.
((Some mentions of sex but it isn’t exactly NSFW))
Having to teach him a thing or two on what it means to be human. Sure Hank does it for you during the time you’re not around, but there’s only so many questions he could take before he’d give up and personally send Connor to your home with a note attached to him.
“Lieutenant Anderson requested that I spend the night here.”
“Oh really…what for?”
You would then notice the neon pink sticky note attached to Connor’s chest, the words “KEEP HIM” messily scribbled on it.
“Ah, I see,” You mumbled to yourself, left enough room for him to enter your home. “Come in, Connor”
Connor is completely clueless about what to do with your new found relationship. Having only recently just gone deviant and beginning to understand how to interact with Hank, now he had to learn the do’s and don’ts of dating.
He always asks for permission before he would even lay a finger on you
“Is this alright with you? Am I hurting you?” Connor questioned.
“No, this is fine,” You calmly replied, burying your face in the crook of his neck
Meanwhile, Connor is getting various messages from his AI and he’s clueless??? He knows he’s a deviant now, but that doesn’t mean he’s capable of fully understanding what you do to him
He gets advice from Hank to understand how exactly to be more intimate/impress you. This includes picking out gifts and using cheesy pickup lines on you.
“How about this one: Are you a parking ticket? ‘Cause you’ve got fine written all over you.”
“No! God, no! Where the hell are you finding these?”
“My database.”
“Well they’re all shit,” Hank let out a frustrated sigh. “Can’t you just write something simple in the card?”
“Alright. How does, You don’t need keys to drive me crazy, sound?”
“Do you want my honest opinion?”
The first time the two of you kiss he’s awestruck. He’s never had this sort of rush before and he… enjoys it. He genuinely enjoys any types of kisses the two of you share and he would make it his mission to get one from you daily.
In the morning he’d give you a quick peck on the lips. Before he heads down to the DPD he’d kiss you a couple times, “for luck,” he’d claim.
Kisses throughout the day. Cute, innocent butterfly kisses on your face or hands.
You sometimes like to drop by Hank’s place since Connor was living there and you’ve sort of become Hank’s new daughter-in-law. He adores you, he just shows it in his own special way.
“Hey, Connor I need you to– Oh, you’re here again.” Hank stared at both you and Connor who were cuddled up on the couch.
“Hello,” You waved happily at Hank who seemed he had just woken up, judging by the disheveled clothes and hair.
“Don’t you have your own home?”
You shrugged, “My electricity went out again.”
“So you came over here to mooch off of me?”
“Exactly. I also kinda like it here. Kinda like my home away from home.”
Hank shook his head, walking over to ruffle your hair before turning to head back to his room. “Make sure you kids don’t stay up too late.”
Sumo loves you too, of course, the pooch gets way too excited every time you’d come by for a visit.
“It seems Sumo enjoys your presence,” Connor stated cheerfully, watching you and Sumo cuddle up with each other on the floor.
“I guess so.” You nuzzled Sumo’s nose with your own.
“I don’t blame him. You are really alluring.”
“Aww geez, Connor, since when did you become such a flirt”
Dropping by the DPD to quickly visit Connor and Hank, usually with a box of donuts. Having to deal with Gavin’s bullshit every time you’d come and visit Connor. ((He somehow has new ways to push your buttons everytime you see him.))
Movie nights are a must for the both of you. It’s one of the ways he could figure out some of the things that humans do
He learns a ton of new things in movies. For instance, multiple movies had decided to have various… explicit scenes in them.
“Can I ask you a question, (Y/N)?”
“Mhm” You hummed, taking a long sip from your beverage
“Have you ever had sex before?”
You choked on your drink, Connor rushing to your side to frantically pat your back.
“Is sex that bad to elicit this sort of reaction from you?”
“No no no,” You regain your composure, patting your chest twice. “You see, sex is what two people do when they love each other… a lot, and are ready for that sort of commitment.”
You see Connor’s LED flash yellow registering the information. He cupped your hand in his own, staring intently into your eyes. “(Y/N) do you love me?”
“Yes… But I don’t see what–”
“Do you want to have sex?”
Queue the flustered explanation
You have nicknames for each other. Yours ranging from cute variations of his name (Ex: Connie, Con)
And his being pet names that he saw other humans use on each other (Ex: Love, honey, dear, darling)
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