Notes: i liked this idea! feedback is always appreciated. requests are still open!
You watch Connor adjust his tie for what seems like the millionth time. His hands wrap around the fabric and pull it tighter around his neck. He seems to do it without even realizing it, now. The simple action draws you out of your thoughts every time it happens. He was a big distraction when you actually needed to work.
Connor stands up from his desk chair after a few minutes; his hands immediately coming up to tighten the tie, again. You stand up from your own work space, your feet begin following him before you even realize it.
“Where are you going?” You question with a smile on your face. Connor stands beside a hand print key. He lowers his hand when he sees you talking to him.
“I’m going to analyze some evidence for this case. I could use your help if you’d be willing to assist me.” He states, his voice a straight tone.
You nod, happy to spend more time with the android. He raises his hand again, pressing it against the scanner. You watch the skin of his hand turn white as it reads it. The two of you walk to the basement where the evidence is kept.
You watch as Connor starts bringing his hands up to fix his tie before he gets started. Your annoyance gets the best of you from watching him do it, again and again. You turn your body to face him, grabbing his hand to stop him. His brows are furrowed, his face fills with confusion. You grab the tie in your hands, adjusting it and pulling it tighter. You avoid his gaze, afraid you’ve overstepped as you back away from his body.
Connor, meanwhile, is clearly confused. The small touch traveled everywhere along his body when you touched his hand. He’s never been so close to you before and he’s sure he wants it to happen again, even if he doesn’t know why. He analyzes you before he decides to speak. Higher body temperature, avoiding eye contact, fumbling fingers, you’re nervous. “Thank you, detective.”
You almost want to laugh, but just nod your head instead. You hurriedly press your hand against the evidence screen, ready to forget about your weird behavior.
It wasn’t long before something like that happens again. Both Connor and you were at a crime scene, Hank is somewhere talking to the witness. You were in the living room, squatted down with Connor, reviewing the evidence that was scattered over the floor.
“The struggle began in the bedroom and seemed to have led into the living room.” Connor concludes. The both of you stand up in unison, ready to go and tell Hank about the findings.
Connor became more aware of his tie habit after you fixed it for him the first time, but he still did it more than necessary. You watch as he adjusts and tightens the tie. Except this time, it was crooked. You tried to hold yourself back, but the off centered tie would drive you insane, especially when everything else about him seemed so in order.
Connor was about to step forward before you stop him with a hand to his chest. He senses the heat radiating off your hand. He has the same confused look as the first time.
“It’s crooked.” You tell him and his face seems to relax as he watches you fix his tie for him. You do what you did the first time, adjust and tighten. He takes note of how long your fingers seem to linger, how you smooth over the tie after you’re done. This time, though, you don’t seem as nervous. You stare him straight in the eyes after you are done.
You watch his eyes jump across your face, his lips in a small smile. Your eyes roam his face, stopping at the small part of his hair that hung over his face. It seems to be lower than usual. Your hand reaches up tentatively, pushing the piece of his hair back. It was soft, almost silky, you want to keep touching it.
Connor has a sudden urge to move closer to you, but he keeps his feet planted. He watches for your reactions, instead.
“Sorry.” You mumble, a small sigh falls from your lips. Your eyes are still glued to his.
“Detective-” He starts, wanting to ask about these sudden interactions, wanting to explain his sudden feelings, wanting to ask for help on how to react, what they mean, but Hank appears in the doorway of the living room.
“Aren’t you two assholes supposed to be working?!” He barks, but he’s looking at the two of you with a curiosity and almost understanding. He’s not blind to the way Connor’s been staring at you, studying you, asking about you.
You jump away from Connor, almost stumbling over your feet from the sheer loudness of Hank’s voice.
Connor doesn’t seem startled at all, just nodding in Hank’s direction. “We’ve assessed the area, lieutenant. We’ve determined that the struggle started in the bedroom and led into the living room…” Connor rambles off the rest of the findings. You’re still standing there, dumbfounded, your cheeks ablaze.
Hank rolls his eyes. “Good work, can we get going? I’m starving, how about you, Y/N?” He questions, turning around and walking back out the door.
You clear your throat. “Yeah, yeah, me too.” Your heart is still beating 10 times faster and you’re wondering if Connor can pick up on something like that.
“Ready, detective?” Connor questions, he’s calm, like nothing happened, but he can’t explain the new found feelings that have recently sprouted up inside of him.
Hi guys so here’s another Connor x reader request (sorry about being so late with the request I have exams tomorrow so I’ve been cramming in all that studying)
Here’s the request:
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Third person POV-
Connor was an Android, an Android that was specifically created to hunt down androids that starting having human emotion, also known as deviants.
The Android wasn’t supposed to feel emotion, it wasn’t in his coding.
Which is why hank nearly damn well fell out of his chair when he said Android walked up to him on a Monday morning of work and asked about flirting.
“Look, kid,” Hank started leaning over to where his coffee was taking a sip “it’s Monday I’m tired can’t you look this shit up?”
Connor looked up confused “oh yes right you can look up human emotion.” He said more to himself, his head slightly tilting to the side in thought.
Hank sighed slapping a hand to his forehead.
“Yes now go sit on that computer and look up how to flirt, I’m too old and tired of this conversation,” Hank said.
Deciding that the conversation was over hank walked back to his desk leaving Connor to said there for a few minutes his LED flickering slightly.
Then it stopped flickering and Connor stood up straight looking around. His eyes landing on what he was looking for.
(Y/n).
Spotting the young officer Connor moved fairly fast over to them interrupting them getting their work for the day.
“Hey (y/n)!” Connor practically yelled a smile on his face.
You jumped slightly looking up slowly, calming when you say it just an over happy android.
“Hey, Connor what’s up?” You say getting back to your task.
“Uh, nothing much I just wanted to ask you a question?” He asked still standing there confidently.
“Yeah sure, what is it?” You ask looking up a bit while still trying to focus on your task.
“Did you sit in sugar cause your ass is so sweet,” Connor said loudly making you blush and the whole workplace goes silent.
No one said a word waiting for your reaction, then suddenly from three desks ahead, you heard hanks voice yell out.
“For fuck’s sake Connor that one!?”
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I know it’s quite short lol but hope you like it! Xx
↬ Pure fluff without context. I wrote this for myself, since I love this robot man so much.
And then his lips. It was…different from what you’d imagined. They didn’t feel like human flesh, no, but they were soft, and strangely warm considering the rigid weather in which you were basked. At first it was just that, a shy, ticklish brush of lips, so delicate that you could hardly tell it was there.
But you needed more. Your hands delicately went to stroke his cheeks as he pressed his lips against yours and his arms held you close to him for dear life, not wanting to let go of this fulfilling moment. Android, human…did it matter anymore? There are spells greater than fear and older than the moon, spells that can’t tell the difference between flesh or bone or blood and that even science can’t explain.
The incredulous whispers and gasps of the people around you were but distant echoes of past insecurities. Connor moved his lips against yours so gently that you sighed in completion, and he must have liked it because his arms squeezed you even tighter against his strong figure. Who could have thought that he had this in him? This sweetness, this adoring energy and the gentleness to caress his one so lovingly. He could be both the ray of sunshine that made a bud grow, or the ruthless wind that swept it away.
Your hand found the back of his neck, where it melted with short hair and you pushed him closer, closer than physically possible, your neck tilted up to reach him better. And you loved and kissed him so much that it was stars and light and the freshness of hay and the purity of crystal snow. Your heart cried against your chest, beating and screaming or was it his? Maybe it was just the dreamy haze of the moment, or maybe they were really beating in unison chest to chest, human and Android reaching out to each other in a song that had never been sung before.
Hank’ s eyes were glowing as he watched the two of you, so sweetly embraced. His smile was a stark contrast against the bewildered gaping of the people who, for the first time, witnessed an act of love before considered unthinkable. “Fucking disgusting…” he cursed and shook his head, but his chuckle betrayed his happiness.
You looked up into Connor’ s eyes, so warm and brown and alive that they ignited your very soul back to life. Every freckle, every crease of his skin, up to the strong line of his jaw, were forever engraved in your memory.
“Can I ask you a personal question, ___?” He murmured, eyes shining so bright even the sun couldn’t compare. You tapped the tip of your nose against his playfully.
“Shoot”.
He leaned over and whispered it in you ear, and you giggled like a child that had just found a jar of cookies.
You briefly stood on your tiptoes and pecked his lips quickly, then answered.
You let out a low cry as you lay your head flat on the desk. You’ve been here all night trying to find one lead – anything that pointed you in the right direction. Maybe you’re too tired or in need of new glasses but nothing was connecting for you.
Your chair sinks slightly causing you to pick up your head and roughly turn to look behind you. Connor’s fingers are wrapped around the back of the chair, pushing downward as he leans in to look at your computer screen. His LED is flashes a soft yellow as his eyebrows furrow.
“Did you consider the possibility of an inside job?” He asks, glancing down at you briefly before pulling away.
“Uh, well-” you straighten up as you look back at the case file on display- “it doesn’t exactly fit, does it?”
Connor frowns, LED flashes again as he analyzes the file’s contents. “The nephew has a history of assault, not to mention the fact he and his uncle didn’t meet eye to eye.”
“Not all families are closely kn-” You begin to counter but stop. “Holy fuck.” You push away from the desk and hastily gather your things. You turn off your monitor and push your chair away, turning swiftly towards Connor. “You’re a fucking genius-” you lean up, giving him a quick peck on his cheek- “and I owe you.”
Before the android could react, you’re already rushing past him and out of the building. A faint purple blush blooms across his cheeks as he gently places his fingers where your lips were. He could feel his internal fans whirl inside him, movement increasing as the realization settles. His LED flashes, something between a pink and a yellow. Is it normal for an android to feel so lightheaded?
connor not knowing how to react to affection is my new kink
So I’m ready to admit I’m thirsty for this cutie and I’ve decided to throw myself into the pits of hell by writing this. I’ve literally never written anything before this so uh? Excuse the shitty writing? I’m down to take requests though if y’all want to send them to me.
Set short after ending of pacifist run, Y/n was partners with Hank a lot and they take turns babysitting the dork.
Request: “That’s great to hear since I am in love with you.” and “You missed. Your lips were supposed to touch mine, you dingbat.” with DBH Connor??
Authors note: I hope you enjoy this!!! Feedback and comments are greatly appreciated!!! Reblogging also helps!!!!
The sun was long gone below the horizon as you walked down the sidewalk next to Connor. His eyes were focused on you, listening intently as you spoke about the case; your frustration evident in your voice. There was something about this moment that Connor wanted to remember forever; the way your brows were knitted together in concentration and your hands moved with every word. You were breathtaking.
He knew the feeling within him was real, the way you made his mind fuzzy and his emotions strong, Connor was sure that he was falling in love.
He remembered Hank’s knowing gaze and small smile when he tried to explain how he felt for you; he remembered how confused he was.
“What do you think Connor?” Your voice broke him out of his trance, eyes widening as he shook his head slightly. He watched as your eyes narrowed at him, a smile tugging on your lips. “You weren’t listening were you?”
“Oh-I was uh- I was listening Y/N! It’s just…” Connor stopped walking, his body turning to face you fully. “I was just a little preoccupied.”
“Wanna talk about it?” You cocked your head to the side, taking a step closer to him. Silence filled the air, nothing but the sound of passing cars invading your ears. You could see the conflict within Connor’s eyes, something you had only seen once or twice before. “Connor-”
“I have these feelings when i’m around you.” He spoke. “That I don’t know how to process.” Connor looked to the ground, shaking his head. You could feel your heart rate speed up and the heat rush to your cheeks. Taking another step closer to him, you reach out for his hands.
His gaze met yours as your fingers weaved together, the feeling of your skin against his intoxicating. Again, you saw that same confliction within his eyes but this time with a smile pulling on his lips.
“I think it’s love.”
You let out a soft laugh, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you squeezed his hands. “Well… that’s great to hear since i’m in love with you.”
Connor couldn’t contain the laugh bubbling within him nor the smile gracing his features. Without thinking his actions though, he leaned closer to you, pressing his lips against your cheek quickly.
“You missed.” You laughed, watching as his face contorts in confusion. “You’re lips were supposed to touch mine, you dingbat.”
Forgive me for having absolutely no inspiration currently. Please feel free to send in some requests as I need inspiration to write about some other dbh characters.
Request from @fiyori ; here’s one about just a regular, everyday person who manages to catch our favorite android’s eye 🙂
Toad's Cave 