You know his hair isn’t real. Beneath that synthetic veneer of creamy skin lies plastic, which means no hair follicles, which means no hair…. But still. Like everything else related to Connor you’re curious. And because you’ve never really been very good at denying yourself that curiosity, it slowly, slowly gets the better of you until you just HAVE to ask –
“Can I touch it?”
At your words he turns, his face perfectly handsome and entirely inscrutable. He does that thing – the one which reminds you of an attentive puppy – tilts his head to the side.
“Touch what?” There’s a hint of confusion in that pleasant voice, and something else.
No bother. You’re well past the point of embarrassment, and you make a vague motion towards his upper body. “Your hair. I want to touch your hair, Connor.”
This gives him noticeable pause. Processing. He’s processing. When he does this you imagine that biomechanical brain of his as a silent, whirring machine. Always running, always cataloging, discarding useless bits of information and retaining what he deems important. He blinks, performs an entirely human action (shrugging) and then delivers that weird, not-quite-a-smile smile.
“Sure. It… May not be what you think.”
Permission granted, you’re quick to reach for him, and he’s kind enough to bend down slightly to allow you easier access. Even with his agreement, you’re still a little hesitant. Bodily autonomy isn’t something many Androids comprehend, and while Connor has been known to buck his programming, he still has a tendency to comply with requests issued by humans.
Well, some humans, anyway.
Your fingers find purchase in that impeccable coiffure, you get a hint of the texture, and you have to admit, he’s right. It isn’t at all what you were expecting. It’s much softer, for one, almost silky, and it feels like human hair. Logically, you know that’s impossible, but you don’t care, you’re enjoying this too much, grin when you rake both hands through resulting in an absolute mess. He doesn’t laugh (is he even capable? you know other Androids are) however, when he straightens up, you see his not-quite-a-smile smile is far more genuine.
“It’s a sign of affection, correct?” That smile grows wider. “Playing with someone’s hair?”
At that you do blush because of course he’s right. Damn Android.
“Y-yeah.” Nervous. He’s made you nervous. “It’s usually something you do to people to show love. Or tenderness.”
Once he’s smoothed down the displaced strands, Connor does something unexpected: leans in and kisses you on the cheek. You gasp, eyes going wide, your mouth an open O of surprise. And when he pulls back, he’s still smiling.
“Kissing. That’s also a sign of affection for humans, isn’t it?”
You manage to squeak out a tiny “yes” in response.
“Then the next time you wish to show me affection, I request you just kiss me. I think it will be far more enjoyable for the both of us.”
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)
A/N: I wrote this way too fast I need to pace myself but nO and I had a lot of fun writing this one! Thank you to the anon who requested it! Please feel free to request any time! Also, thank you everyone for all the love! I was kind of insecure when I started posting my writing but I’m glad people are enjoying it!
Warnings: None
You sat in the corner of the room across from it, drumming your fingers on the armrest of the chair, your leg pumping up and down in anticipation and need. It taunted you as if it was a living thing and it angered you to no end. You scoffed in annoyance and shook your head.
“It’s such a tease.” You whispered, hoping no one would walk in on the situation you were in with it.
And by ‘it’, you mean Connor’s jacket.
It was folded so neatly, it looked as if it was on display in a high-end store. The bright blue armband illuminating in all the right places along with the label, RK800, written so prestigiously. How can one resist trying on the android’s blazer? He almost never took it off no matter the circumstance. It must’ve been made from the threads of an angel’s tunic. Why so specific you may ask? Who knows. The only thing you knew was that you needed to try it on.
It was the perfect opportunity. Hank was in a deep sleep recovering from a hangover, his snores echoing through the house. Connor, on the other hand, offered to walk Sumo because of Hank’s hangover. You, of course, had to teach Connor how to walk a dog before he could do it on his own, but he seemed to easily get the hang of it and even enjoyed it. He likes dogs after all! However, when he decided to walk the dog this time, he chose to leave his precious jacket behind with you.
Poor choice.
You were practically rocking back and forth, trying to resist the urge to slip it on. If you put it on, you could be caught, and it would lead to an awkward conversation or you could successfully get away with it, knowing what it feels like to wear the jacket. But, you know what they say. Curiosity killed the cat, sadly.
You could practically hear the whisper of, “But, satisfaction brought it back!”
Okay, you were convinced.
You were going to try on Connor’s jacket.
Sliding out of the armchair, you walked across the room to the piece of clothing. Your nerves started to rise as you stood directly in front of it.
‘You got this.’ You thought to yourself, trying to ease the anxiety. ‘Just quickly slip it on and then quickly take it off. No biggie.’
You took a deep breath and moved your arm towards the jacket. Just before your finger tips touched the cloth, you paused.
‘Stop hesitating and try it on.’
With one last breath, you picked up the jacket, ruining its perfect form on the bed. Sweet Jesus, you were going to do it. You put one arm through the sleeve, the other quickly after.
Congratulations, you are now wearing the RK800 AKA Connor’s jacket.
You walked over to the mirror in the bathroom and stared at your reflection. It fit loosely considering it wasn’t your size. The cuffs fell a little over your wrists awkwardly and it felt bulky. No wonder Connor wore it all the time. He knew he was the only one who could rock it. You could faintly smell a musk coming off the jacket. He wore cologne?
But, it smelled like…dog?
“Woof!”
A loud bark came from under you causing you to look down at the source.
Sumo.
“Oh my god!” You said in a hushed whisper. “Wait. You’re back. That could only mean…”
Your head whipped over to the door to the bathroom and there stood the owner of the jacket himself.
“(Y/N)? Is that my jacket?”
You screamed and slammed the door in Connor’s face, locking it before he could say or see any more. You knew you shouldn’t have put it on, but you did anyways, and this was your consequence. Embarrassment in front of none other than Connor. How could you be so foolish?
“Boof!”
You completely forgot that you locked Sumo in there with you. You scratched behind his ears as you could hear the faint knocks of Connor on the other side.
“Ah…(Y/N)? Are you well? I can also see that you are wearing my jacket.”
Thank you, Captain Obvious.
You tried to figure a way out of this mess. “Um, (Y/N) can’t come to the door right now. Her legs are, uh, broken?”
As we can see, you are failing terribly.
“There were no signs of injury when I arrived.”
You sighed in defeat as you walked over to the door and unlocked it, freeing Sumo from captivity in the process. Connor saw how you stood there uncomfortably, shifting weight from one leg to the other, not daring to meet his eyes. He scanned over your body and saw how his jacket hung loosely on you. This was something he’s never experienced. His head tilted as he asked you the following question,
“What made you decide to wear my jacket?”
You shrunk in your spot. You couldn’t tell if he was mad or if he was genuinely curious, but you answered anyways,
“I don’t know.” You shrugged, “I was curious, and I have no impulse control.”
A faint laugh came from Connor as those words came out of your mouth. You relaxed a little at the sound, but you still felt highly uncomfortable. He continued to inspect you like you were a model on display.
“Would you please turn around for me?”
You practically choked.
“Excuse me?”
“I would like for you to turn around. I only have the ability to see the front at the moment, but I would like to see the back.”
What the hell?
Despite being utterly baffled, you turned around anyways. There was a long silence and you could feel your hands start to clam up from nervousness. The pause continued as you argued with yourself, trying to decide whether to break the silence. Before you chose, Connor slowly made his way over to you. His shoes tapping against the ground before he stopped directly behind you. His lack of muscle was made up for with height as he loomed over you. He leaned down so his mouth was next to your ear,
“I have no complaints. You should definitely wear it more often.”
If a person could melt, you would have. But hey, at least you knew what Connor’s jacket felt like.
Note: Here’s part one. Part of the #dbh connor repairing service series.
Hank closed the door of his house after you were all inside and quickly scratched the back of Sumo’s ear as a greeting when the dog stopped next to him. His eyes were set on Connor’s back the whole time, watching as the two of you made your way to the living room and eventually got settled on the couch.
He first walked to the kitchen to pick up a glass of whisky from which he took a sip while he moved to the living room’s door. From there he watched as Connor slowly reached out to take your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as he looked at you.
If he hadn’t known any better he would’ve believed there was something between you two. He wondered what was going on for real and if you acted like this around every other RK800 or other model. All those quick looks you exchanged, the way you touched each other… It was all too familiar.
Seeing Connor, though, the android who’d been sent to capture deviants in the first place, turning into one himself was strange to say the least.
“What will happen to me now?” Connor asked you with a confused look on his face.
“As long as it stays between us… nothing,” you began as you ran your free hand through your hair and stopped to scratch the back of your neck. “But you’ll have to learn how to make it look like everything was okay with you.”
Connor tilted his head to the side with a questioning look on his face. “So I’m not okay,” he stated.
“No, that’s not what I meant,” you immediately assured him. “You’ll just have to learn how to act like a simple, non-deviant machine when you come to CyberLife.”
“You’ll be fine,” Hank finally spoke up while he walked over to the armchair that he quickly occupied. “Just do as we say, this is all that matters.”
Connor let go of your hand and placed his palms in his thighs as he thought for a few seconds. “Act like a machine… Why does it sound like this is going to be harder than I think?” he asked, his eyes traveling back and forth between the two of you.
“Maybe because it’s true.”
“Hank is right,” you pointed out as you leaned back on the couch and looked up at the ceiling. For a few seconds you remained silent, thinking about how to phrase what was on your mind. “You’re clearly becoming a deviant so your personality is changing,” you said eventually.
Upon hearing this, Hank raised a hand. “And you have a personality to begin with,” he noted jokingly with a smile.
You couldn’t really help but smile at him. “That’s true.”
“This is so confusing,” Connor said, his voice sounding surprisingly sad and almost depressed. “Are emotions always this confusing?” When both of you nodded silently in response, the android let out a sigh. “It will take a long time to get used to them, I believe.”
You yawned with your hand in front of your mouth. “I should go. It’s getting late and I’m tired,” you noted as you began to stand up.
“No, don’t,” Connor quickly said as he pulled you back down to the couch. “Not yet. Please.”
“Connor, you’ll be fine,” you assured him with a kind smile, putting your hand on his for a second.
“I know, but… Can’t you stay for a little longer?”
Hank watched the two of you for a while, still finding your non-verbal communication unusual. As he tried to convince you, Connor looked genuinely desperate, while Hank also noticed how hard you found it to say no to him.
In the end he took a deep breath and let out a sigh. “Y/N, you can stay for the night if you’d like, I have a guest room you can use,” Hank said before looking at the android on your side with a serious look on his face. “Connor will stay on the couch.”
“That’s a great idea,” Connor said enthusiastically with a wide smile.
You didn’t say yes right away, in fact, you took your time and carefully weighed your options. “Alright, fine,” you said after a while. “Thank you, Hank.”
“You’re welcome.”
After this, for some reason, none of you spoke up. To fight the silence Hank turned on the TV, though no one really paid attention to it. You eventually fell asleep, slowly leaning against Connor who wrapped his arm around you without thinking much about it.
Hank didn’t take his eyes off the two of you, as the sight made him think about how this whole situation felt like he was watching his son being around his very first girlfriend. All the awkward touches and the looks he gave you reminded him of this.
Reminded him of everything he could never experience with Cole.
Once he finished his drink to get his real son out of his head, Hank cleared his throat. “Connor, can we talk in the kitchen?”
“Sure, but she’s asleep and I don’t want to wake her,” Connor replied quietly as he glanced down at you.
“Just move slowly and she’ll be fine.”
Connor did as he was told, carefully holding you until he got off the couch and laid you down gently, his hand brushing a strand of hair out of your face in the end.
He clearly didn’t want to leave you which made Hank consider delaying this conversation until the morning. But in the end he decided that it would be the best if you got this over with as soon as possible so he cleared his throat to get the android’s attention.
“What is it, Hank?” Connor asked once they reached the kitchen and sat down by the table.
“I know you have bigger problems right now but there’s something I need to know. What’s going on between you two?”
Connor froze for a second and the LED light on his temple briefly turned yellow. “I don’t think I know what you mean,” he said eventually.
“Don’t play dumb, you know perfectly well I’m talking about you and Y/N,” Hank said with a roll of his eyes, keeping his voice down so you wouldn’t wake up. “What’s going on? Are you together?”
“We’re… We’re not.”
“Is she like this with every other android at CyberLife?” he continued the improvised interrogation.
Connor shook his head. “As far as I know she’s not.”
“Have you ever kissed her?”
“What? No!”
“But do you want to?” He didn’t respond but Hank noticed how the LED light suddenly turned red which made him laugh. “Connor? Come on, tell me.”
He remained silent for long seconds as he tried to figure out what to say to this. Hank didn’t want to push him more than this so he waited patiently now, hoping Connor would eventually answer him.
“I don’t know,” the android spoke up. “Maybe. But only if she also wanted me to kiss her.”
Once again, Hank laughed. “You’re a good kid, Connor,” he said proudly. “Alright, I’ll call it a day and go to sleep now. Since Y/N is already asleep just try not to wake her, okay?” When Connor nodded, he spoke up again. “Good night.”
Summary: You return to Detroit after three years to see an old mentor and friend of yours Hank. In the process you reunite with your furry friend Sumo and learn some things about a lovable android named Connor.
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You stood outside of Hank’s house with a lopsided smirk on your face.You were familiar with the house for you had spent much time there before you left Detroit. You knew the ends and outs of the house, but knowing Hank you wouldn’t need to. Hank used to keep everything locked around the place from doors, to windows, even Sumo’s doggy door. However,knowing his situation you knew he most likely fell off his game as of lately and would care less about his own well being.You started at the door just for the heck of it and it was in fact locked.The next thing you checked was the window to the living room area.
You weren’t surprised that the window was unlocked, so you opened it and climbed inside. Unfortunately, as soon as you entered the house you slipped on one of Sumo’s toys and landed on your back with a loud thud.The harsh fall knocked all the wind from your lungs. Your mood quickly became sour, but this was short lived once Sumo himself began to lick your face repeatedly.Sumo had obviously recognized you and possibly your scent and that made you smile. Laughter quickly filled the area around you two once he continued to lick you.
“Down Sumo down.” you said, moving from your back to your knees as the saint bernard continued to attack you with his tongue.
“Yes you are a good boy, I know. Do you know what good boys get? They get a new toy! “ you exclaimed, pulling a brand new squeaky toy from behind your back with a smile. You did not notice but Hank and an android were glancing at you questiongly. You knew your plan to sneak up on Hank was a fail once Sumo approached you but right now you couldn’t care less. You like dogs.
“Hank, there is a highly attractive intruder in your house,what shall I do? “ the android spoke. You heard him and was actually quite flattered he found you attractive but you were too focused on Sumo to respond. Hank was slightly surprised by Connor commentating on your appearance but he ignored it with a simple shake of his head.
“No Connor there’s no intruder.” Hank stated boredly, placing the beer he had in his hand on the kitchen table.
“I wouldn’t go that far, I did sneak into your house.” you countered finally standing up from the floor. Sumo looked slightly disappointed that you left him but all you had to do was rub his head and he was fine again. He began to occupy himself with the new toy you got him.
“I would not classify your actions as ‘sneaking’, you were easily detected within your first twelve seconds of arrival.” Connor corrected, the more robotic part about being an android shining through.
“Thanks for the status report bot boy. I honestly didn’t expect Sumo to greet me right away or Hank to have an android in his house.” You clarified as you walked over to Connor and Hank. You patted Connor on the shoulder, clearly making him slightly uneasy.
“Yeah well I’ve changed alot since you left.” Hank stated, taking another swig of his beer.
“I can see that.”. You knew Hank drunk on occasion but it is quite clear that ever since the accident his drinking has become more of a problem.
“Why are you here Y/N ?” Hank questioned.
“They called me back, can you believe that ?” You said, giving him an awkward chuckle along with your explanation.
“Ok and what else. You didn’t have to come back if you didn’t really want to.”. Hank was obviously on to you. Ever since you left Detroit you have made a name for yourself and he knew that. If you did not want to come back to Detroit you didn’t have to but you wanted to.
“I wanted to make sure you were ok. I know I left when you weren’t in the best of places but I honestly had no choice in that.I had some people around town and the station keep tabs on you for me,hope you don’t mind.” You said with a smugness to your voice. You grabbed Hank’s beer and took a swig before handing it back to him.
“Even if I did you would’ve done it anyway. Look I appreciate you coming by but can we have this reunion another time, I’m tired.” Hank commented ,standing up from his chair.
“Yeah sure. Tomorrow at Chicken Feed 2 pm?”
“Sure kid. Connor walk her out make sure she doesn’t get mugged or something.Come on Sumo.” Hank commanded his precious dog. Sumo barked as if responding to him and followed,but not before giving your hand one last lick of his tongue.
“ I can handle myself Hank!” You shouted jokingly in his direction since he actually got pretty far in the short time.
“ I know.” Hank responded before shutting his door with a slight thud.
You look over to Connor who had barely moved since you arrived to the house. The only movement he implemented was turning around to face you and Hank once you passed him.You observed the android trying to take in everything about his appearance. You had never seen an an android of his model before besides from tv, and you knew why. Without another word you began to walk towards the door knowing the android would follow.
“How do you know Lieutenant Anderson?“ Connor questioned as you both walked outside of the door and into the cold harsh wind of Detroit. Connor knew he could have scanned you ever since you ‘broke’ into Hank’s house but he strangely wanted to hear your story from you and not a computer database. He wanted to hear your voice even more than he already had.
“He hasn’t mentioned me ? I’m a little hurt.” You mentioned jokingly, however Connor did not seem to register your tone so you continued to speak.
“I was his trainee a while back. He taught me everything I know. Once I became an official officer they relocated me out of Detroit since other cities were low on cops. I didn’t really have a say in the matter since I was new to the force. When I left it was hard for Hank since he was going through some things at the time.”. With your words the mood obviously changed to a more somber one, which Connor was undoubtedly aware of.
“I presume you are referring to the death of his son Cole.”
“You would be correct. He passed 3 months before they moved me. I was the one thing keeping Hank semi stable in a way. I know his pain to a slight extent since I was close to Cole. I used to babysit him whenever I could. He was a good kid.” You spoke with sadness in your voice and upon your face, something Connor took notice of. Your sadness took a hold of Connor’s own emotions and in turn made him saddened as well.
“ So I have heard. I am sorry for your lost.” Connor stated trying to make an effort to comfort you.His actions made you smile in return to show you appreciation.
“Thanks. So what’s your story?” You asked, wanting to to change the subject to something more light hearted.
“ What do you mean ?” He wondered, no one really took an interest in him or his story. He was honestly surprised by your question but also happy that you were taking an interest in him.
“ I saw you on TV with that Markus guy, your leader. However, I also know you are an advanced prototype that was sent by CyberLife to help humans like Hank in investigating cases involving deviant androids.”.Connor was astounded by the knowledge you knew about him. It wasn’t hard information to come by but given that he had heard nothing about you and yet you seemed to know almost everything about him.
“How did you…”. Connor began to question but you cut him off.
“I told you I had eyes and ears everywhere. What I really want to know is how such an astute android like you can become deviant, and even help lead a revolution.”
“I was created to complete a mission and I intended to do whatever meant necessary for those missions,but something changed in me. I suddenly began to have these feelings that I knew nothing about. I started to have empathy for those androids who were forced into hiding or worse.I experienced first hand what it felt like to die when an android killed himself during one of Hank’s and I mission. I was scared. It was something I never experienced yet I knew this was how deviants felt everyday and I didn’t want that for my fellow androids. I decided to join them because I didn’t want us to have to live in fear any longer.” Connor said, finishing his monologue and answering all of your questions in the process.
“Fascinating. I’m sorry you had to go through that but it brought you here, which doesn’t seem to bad to me. Well I look forward to working with you.” You mentioned smiling to Connor, once again trying to lighten the mood.
“Working with me ?” Connor questioned. He knew you said the department called you back to Detroit but he didn’t know you two would be working directly together.
“Yes sir. You’re looking at Detroit’s newest red ice detective. Since a new wave of it has hit the area they’re putting Hank back on the case along with myself. You guys are getting the briefing tomorrow.” You explained as you both finally reached your car. You had parked it good distance away since you didn’t want it to draw attention during your ‘break in’ .
“Well then I look forward to working with you as well.” Connor said with genuine happiness in his voice.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” You admitted finally getting into your car with a wink and driving off, leaving Connor with a smile beyond belief on his face.
A/N : Thank you all for reading! I absolutely love Connor and his adorableness so I loved writing this imagine.Please feel free to leave me some feedback on how you think I did! 🙂
Summary: "Don’t go getting any funny ideas,“ You said quietly as you adjusted, tossing a leg over his hips and nuzzling your nose into his neck. “just ‘cause you’re in my bed doesn’t mean you’re gonna get into my pants.”
A/N: No one asked for this but ya’ll’re getting it anyways
You’d think Connor would’ve gotten used to working with difficult people, what with Gavin being an asshole and Hank completely closed off to him in the beginning. His difficulty wasn’t limited to just those two either, being an android in post-revolution Detroit made plenty of humans wary of his character.
But he’d never had to work with someone so flirty.
And frankly, he didn’t know how to react. Regardless of his endless supply of information, every wise-crack and flirty response and cold rejection refused to process when you glanced up at him with that mischievously proud smirk you got before you opened your mouth for another comment.
In your defense, he made it incredibly easy, what with his cute face and all the little things he did that honestly begged for you to comment on. Besides, the way he looked like he was gonna short-circuit after a particularly lewd comment was worth the strained side-eye you’d get from Hank if he overheard you.
Connor believed that the real problem wasn’t that you were flirting with him, probably solely for the fun of it (which he’d admit was a disappointing thought now that he understood what disappointment felt like), but that he wanted to flirt back. And even worse, he couldn’t. It was an emotion he hadn’t quite figured out yet, somewhere between anxiety, nervousness and embarrassment that made his throat feel closed off (it was, technically, because he didn’t have a trachea, but that was besides the point). He was desperate to change that though, and thankfully you gave him lots of opportunities.
“Hey hot stuff, what’s new?” You hopped up on his desk, sitting right in front of him with a shit-eating grin on your lips. He wasn’t sure if he hated or loved the way his processors whirred whenever he saw that smirk, the closest his synthetic body would get to a rush of adrenaline.
“Hello Y/N, you must be tired this morning.” You raised an eyebrow in his direction, waiting for him to explain himself.
“Seeing as how you were running through my thoughts all night.” Is what he was supposed to say, before he got too distracted by the way you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. He was aware that this was a dumb thing to get distracted by, even flustered over, but he had suddenly imagined how soft your touch would be. How completely welcoming and sweet your fingers would feel running through his hair or over his jaw, crawling over his collarbones. He felt like the wires connecting his audio box and his processor had disconnected, and he closed his mouth to stop himself from muttering something entirely stupid.
“I noticed that you were here late, the timestamp on your last report was well past 2 am.”
“Ah, yeah I could use another cup of coffee.” You leaned back on your palms a bit, probably mentally preparing yourself to get up and make one. Connor often had to do the same thing, since Gavin’s desk was right by the coffee machine.
“Would you like me to get one for you?” He would, however, brave the walk for you. And the small look of surprise on your face when he offered was worth any insult Reed could throw at him.
“If you did I’d only be able to repay you with a kiss.” He could only hope you would.
“I’m sorry, that’s not a currency I’m experienced with.” He meant it half as a joke, but he was still getting used to making those. You smirked again and Connor swore he would be breathless if his functions permitted it.
“Anytime you want some practice, sweetheart, I’m all yours.” He attempted to hide his flashing red LED by stepping out of his chair and heading towards the lounge, fighting back images and the simulated feeling of your lips clashing with his.
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“Hey Connor do you have a map?” You walked up from behind him, doing a quick turn and stopping in front of him, same glint in your eye.
“I have every map downloaded on the internet, where’s it for?” He asked almost suspiciously, wondering if you were about to flirt with him or if that look extended to more than that.
“For here, I just got so lost in your eyes I can’t find my way around anymore. Then again,” You ran your finger under his chin, savouring the flicker in his LED as you did so. “now that I’ve found you I don’t think I want anything else.”
Connor almost felt light headed, how that was possible he had no answer, but it must’ve been because that’s what was happening.
“I- oh.” Was all he managed to get out, knowing if he could blush he would be. You just sounded so… Genuine, it threw him off. Your little giggle didn’t help either.
“I actually am late for a debriefing though, so I’ll catch you later sweetcheeks.” You shined an earth-shattering smile, bounced up on your tiptoes to plant a kiss painfully close to his lips, then sped off to Fowler’s office.
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“Jesus Connor, it’s like 6 in the morning what the hell are you doing here?” You groan tiredly, holding yourself up with your front door as you open it to the android.
“I was sent a report and Hank refused to come with me to investigate, telling me to come recruit you instead.” He folded his hands behind his back and tried to ignore the fact that you were only wearing a t-shirt and underwear, and how adorably messy your hair was.
And how cute you looked trying to rub the sleep from your eyes.
And how his thirium pump seemed to kick into overdrive, and his usual objective (previously ‘Convince Y/N to investigate the scene’) jumped between ‘Flirt’, ‘Kiss’, and ‘Look away’. He had noticed since becoming deviant that giving yourself orders was much more confusing than when he accepted the ones Cyberlife gave him. Sometimes he missed it, the easy answers, the doubtless actions.
“Well come in I guess,” You offered, padding away from him and the open door and walking back into your room. “You know, I imagined the first time I had you in my bedroom would be under very different circumstances.”
He was, in fact, trying to avoid those exact thoughts.
“Well, maybe next time.” You joked to yourself, without the usual conviction because you were still more than half asleep. Connor watched you look over to your closet, like you were considering grabbing a change of clothes and getting ready for the day.
And then he watched you take a step towards your bed and crawl back in it, like he wasn’t even there. Like you hadn’t heard him talk about a new case, like you hadn’t literally just said you wanted to sleep with him. How could you say something that worked him up so much without even being awake yet? How was it so effortless, so natural for you?
“Y/N?” He stepped slowly over to the bed and heard you make a small hum in response. You had curled up to a pillow and Connor was fighting a sense of envy over it.
“Do you not want to go to the crime scene?” It’s not what he really wanted to ask but he supposed it was a better idea to ask this instead of questioning your feelings toward him.
“I just need a little nap, you’re free to join me.” Your arm felt heavy but you lifted it anyways, welcoming him into your bed like you would invite someone in for a hug, but he continued to stand and watch you curiously, cautiously.
“As an android I don’t need sleep.” He noticed the little frown on your lips and felt something inside him collapse.
“Then come cuddle, you can wake me up in 5.” He let you wrap your fingers around his wrist and tug lightly until he lay down beside you. He wasn’t sure how good of an idea this was, but god he wanted it so bad, how could he say no to you?
“Don’t go getting any funny ideas,” You said quietly as you adjusted, tossing a leg over his hips and nuzzling your nose into his neck. “just ’cause you’re in my bed doesn’t mean you’re gonna get into my pants.”
“Y/N you’re not wearing any pants.” He couldn’t help himself from teasing you a little, even if you were too tired to appreciate it.
“Exactly.” Connor wished there was a way he could say “?????” but it didn’t translate well into audio, so he stayed silent. It didn’t take very long for him to register your soft breaths against his collarbone and confirm you were asleep, but he was faced with the problem of finding a less awkward position for himself, pinned to the bed by your limbs.
And since you were asleep, he let his guard down a little and did something he wouldn’t dream of doing with you conscious; he placed a light kiss on the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you, tracing little patterns into your back to entertain himself.
“Hey Y/N?” He said softly, more tenderly than you’d ever heard him before. If you were even slightly awake it might’ve even made you swoon.
“Yeah?” You whispered into him and he swore he felt the words crawl up his synthetic skin with a shiver.
“I hope you like the feel of my jacket, it’s made of boyfriend material.”
Prompt: Connor decides to surprise you and make something special for you to drink when you wake in the morning.
Words: 808
Warnings: None, just 100% fluff
A/N: I absolutely fell in love with dbh and (Connor’s character development) especially after watching jacksepticeye’s playthrough. I’ve officially jumped on the dbh train 🙂 This is also my first imagine on this account and I’m planning on writing for more fandoms in the future! Feedback is much appreciated!
The sun had just risen, its mellow sunrays peeking behind the horizon and making its way through your window. The sun welcomed you a good morning with its sunbeams and shone over your face, making you sluggishly open your eyes. Rubbing the tiredness out of your eyes, you yawned as you sat up from your bed slowly, taking in your surroundings. Your bedroom was illuminated by the bright golden light from outside, which highlighted the little dust particles that danced and floated through the air.
Glancing at the empty space beside you on the bed, you scrunched your brow, confused as to where your favourite android had gone to. Just as you ran a hand through your bed-headed hair, your heard noises coming from your kitchen, the whirl of your coffee machine buzzing and echoing throughout your home. Swinging your legs over the edge of your bed, you stood up, stretching all your stiff muscles before padding your way to the kitchen.
Peering behind the doorframe, you caught a glimpse of Connor placing a round mug on the island countertop before turning around to place a steel cup in the sink.
“Morning Connor.” You grinned as you walked towards the counter, leaning your elbow against the granite surface.
“Good morning, Y/N.” Connor greeted as he turned back around, a light smile dusted on his face.
“Whatcha doing?” You asked, resting your chin in the palm of your hand.
“I know that your love for coffee is… Evident,” He smirked, “Considering you always have a cup of it in your hand or at your desk at the police station.”
“Trust me, Connor. I need coffee to function during cases.”
“On a side note, we should talk about your daily caffeine intake. There’s a good chance that you have a caffeine addiction, but I’ll save that for another day.” He evaluated.
You playfully rolled your eyes. Of course he had been tracking your caffeine consumption.
“Anyways, I thought I would do something to brighten your day a bit, or as what some people like to call, a pick-me-up.”
As Connor pushed the round mug to you, your eyes lit up at the sight in front of you.
“Oh my gosh, Connor.” You gaped.
You gazed at the latte. Decorated on top with steamed milk was a heart, the edges fading into a gradient with the espresso. Impressed was an understatement. You were simply in awe of how gorgeous yet delicate it looked as well as how symmetrical the heart was.
“I don’t think I can drink it.” You breathed.
“Oh, is there something wrong with it? I make you regular black coffee if you want-”
“No, I mean it’s too pretty to drink. It’s beautiful,” You praised, “Thank you so much.”
Connor glanced at the floor with a grin as his LED flashed blue, overwhelmed by your response, “Anything for you, Y/N.”
You felt the heat rise in your cheeks as you bit your lip, trying to prevent yourself from smiling. Walking over to the other side where he was standing, you wrapped your arms around his neck, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist as he pulled you into a hug.
“How did figure out how to make it?” You asked as you pulled back slightly.
“I watched a video tutorial on how to do latte art and I replicated the process.” He said, gesturing the tablet that sat on the counter, the video paused on what looked like to be the end product of the latte art.
You chuckled, giving his cheek a quick peck before cupping the side of his face with your hand, “You’re incredible, you know that?”
Connor leaned into your touch as he glanced at your lips briefly. Reaching up with his hand, he placed his index finger under your chin, daintily lifting it up so your face was aligned with his. Glancing again, he slowly leaned down as you met halfway, pressing your lips against his. Your lips moved leisurely as his arms pulled you closer to his body. Connor smiled into the kiss, pressing his lips firmer to yours as your hand intuitively reached behind his neck, playing with the short threads of his synthetic hair.
Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his as a smile crept onto your face. Connor couldn’t help but peck your lips again before bringing you into another embrace, his head lightly resting on your shoulder. You ran your fingers through his artificial hair gently before some witticism came into your mind.
“I love you a latte.” You giggled as you played with the strand tuff of hair that hung from his forehead.
Connor tilted his head, his LED flashing between yellow and blue while his brows were furrowed.
“It’s a pun.”
“Oh… Then I love you a latte too.” He smiled, giving you a wink.
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