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Heterochromia Connor no LED v3

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Who am I?
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RK1700: Captured
After the successful android revolution, CyberLife attempts to create one final solution that would be more effective than their last.
NOTE: Connors pronouns are he/him and Nines's pronouns are it/its. Nines also is not referred to by name at all.
I know what I am, and what I am not.
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Unavoidable
Pairing:Â Connor x reader
Word Count: 2.9k
Summary:Â Connor has been avoiding you since he deviated and you donât know why (plot-twist: he likes you). Mutual pining, angsty with a bit of sexy and a fluffy end.
Warnings: suggestive themes, dirty talk (Connor is kinky yâall), Gavin tries to flirt with you, (let me know if you think I missed something!)
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Connor had been avoiding you ever since he came back from Jericho a deviant.
You had been his closest friend - alongside Hank- and watched him soften and grow into more than âthe android sent by Cyberlifeâ.
What had you done wrong? Connor was still following Hank around like a puppy, but he wouldnât even look at you. That just burned all the more and carved out an uncomfortable emptiness in your chest with each missed glance, every sidestep, every elevator he avoided because you were waiting inside - it was killing you. He stayed away from your entire side of the office as though you might give him a virus just by proximity.
The best part of working at DPD was steadily becoming the worst.
You were used to Connor avoiding an agitated Gavin, all of them did, but now you were on par with that? You watched Connor at his desk from the doorway as you slumped against it, knowing the moment you walked in he would coincidentally have some made-up meeting to attend.
What had you done to him? You had hoped that he was warming up to you, that you could have been real friends. Now you felt it was just your imagination. Connor was still as monotonous and unfeeling as you remembered him being - an inhuman machine. For some reason that revelation disappointed you immensely, leaving you cold and lonely.
âY/N,â Reed appeared behind you, and you jumped. You had been buried so deep in the turmoil of Connor that you hadnât heard him approach. You glared up into his grinning face. âYou wanna get a drink tonight?â
âYou know full well I donât drink during the work week, Gavin.â You folded your arms across your chest and backed into the cold metal of the doorway as Gavin tried on his poor attempt at flirting.
âDoesnât have to be alcohol.â He shrugged. âI just think we should get to know each other a little better.â
âWhy?â You tried not to sound rude. It was hard not to detest someone so violently anti-android, even if he had only ever been nice to you.
Gavin smirked, confidence that didnât add up coating his voice when he spoke, âYouâre the office babe with a heart of gold. Whatâs not to want?â
Oh, fuck. Had you traded attention from Connor for attention from the office asshole? What curse had the universe placed on you?
âThatâs sweet, but Iâm not really feeling up to it.â You gave Gavin a kind smile, voice firm.
âWhatâs got ya sad?â He seemed genuinely concerned, reaching out to give your shoulder a cautious squeeze. Gavin frowned as he watched you sigh. âIf youâre pining over some dude, heâs the wrong one. No one in their right mind wouldnât want you.â
Even though it was passed off with that usual Gavin bullshit, his compliment was genuine and appreciated. If Connor wasnât interested, maybe he could be a good distraction after all. âThanks, Gav.â
âShe was poetry, but he couldnât read.â Gavin quoted. His body tensed a little, realising you were looking him over. He was trying to impress you.
You grinned. âHis name was Jared, and he was nineteen.â
âWas that- Was that a vine reference? Arenât those ancient?â
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When he was the first thing you thought of when you woke up the next morning, you decided to take a more direct approach. Connor seemed sad in his reclusion, if that were even possible (which you very much believed it was), and that was far worse than your own loneliness.
So you sat on the edge of his desk, determined to be unavoidable. Your smile was wide when he stalked over to you, matching your bright intensity with a dark frown. Gruffly, he asked, âCan I help you, detective?â
âJust wanted to have a chat.â
He grimaced down at you, and for a moment your confidence wavered. Would Connor tell you to get lost? Jump off a pier? He didnât care and you were an annoyance his life would be better without?
But no. He sighed - humanity really had worked its way into his circuits - and gestured down the hallway. âI believe room forty-nine is available.â
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âConnor,â You began, awkwardly looking over the various knives and batons lining the walls. The weapons locker? Did he want to kill you? âHave I done something to upset you?â
He didnât react, but you saw his LED flicker yellow for a moment. âWhy would you think that, detective?â
âWell, for a start, you stopped calling me by my name. You havenât called me âdetectiveâ since our first week.â But you pushed on quickly. You didnât want him to get hung up dismissing details with that annoyingly adorable sensible logic he could pull out of thin air. âI miss you. Did something happen? At Jericho?â
You could feel him watching you, like a phantom touch on your skin; but now you were too scared to look up. You didnât want to see the coldness in those usually warm eyes. You had spent enough time wishing he would just look at you and now it had you crumbling.
âI deviated.â Was his voice softer, or was it just your wistful imagination again? âI believe Hank told-â
âYes, Connor, Hank told me. Are you⊠okay?â You snuck a look at him in the reflection of the glass cabinets. He was looking at something with an intensity you had never seen before, as if he were an artist desperately trying to understand the majesty of a fellowâs work and just couldnât quite grasp it.
But Connor wasnât looking at art, no, there werenât any sculptures or the Mona Lisa or Starry Night in the DPD weapons locker.
He was looking at your ass.
You could feel the heat blooming on your cheeks, but a wave of confidence washed over you. Maybe you did know what was going on, after all. âConnor?â
âMmh?â He hadnât noticed that you had caught him yet, still too engrossed.
âAre you angry with me?â You asked softly.
He finally looked up, and you glanced over your shoulder at him with a nervous smile. Connor didnât avert his eyes, instead striding forwards as you spun around to face him.
His expression was guarded but his eyes! Finally, they were warm and full of that spark you had fallen in love with.
A cold jolt went straight to your stomach. That was something to ponder later, âloveâ.
Connor said, âNo, I am not angry with you, Y/N.â
Did Cyberlife know what they were doing when they gave him that voice? âThen why wonât you work with me?â
He shook his head, trailing his gaze slowly from your eyes down to your shoes. His hands twitched at his sides, idle but wanting. Was he⊠scanning you?
âYour heart rate has increased, your pupils are dilated. Youâre breathing harder, Y/N, and the capillaries in your face⊠Youâre blushing.â Connor sounded surprised. He was close enough now that you had to press against the cases not to touch him.
But you wanted to, oh gosh, you really wanted to touch that perfect plastic man with his kind heart of biocomponents. You wanted to mess up that impeccable brown hair, wanted to know if it was as soft as you always daydreamed it would be. How this was only just hitting you now was beyond you.
The tension between you was thick enough to cut with a knife, and the electricity in the air would surely knock out the lights before the conversation was over.
âIf I havenât done anything, then why are you avoiding me, Connor?â Your words were tender and almost teasing, but that didn't make them any less sincere. Â
âAre you romantically interested in me, Y/N?â He avoided the question. His lips were mere inches away from your own as he spoke lowly, chocolate brown darkening to obsidian - whether it was the shadows or something else, you werenât sure. You just knew it made your joints ache wonderfully. âDo you want me, too?â
You stood up a little straighter and Connor stooped until your noses were almost touching and your clothes brushed together, and you licked your lips knowing he was watching every move with exquisite attention to detail.
"Oh, youâre a good detective, Connor. I think you already know the answer to that." Even in heels, you had to stand on tiptoes to finally press your lips against his.
That was the permission Connor had been waiting for. Hands found your waist, sneaking under your jacket to feel what he was after. He pulled you roughly against him with his hidden strength, arching around you like a protective cloak. As he enveloped you, all you could do was grin against his warm mouth.
The kiss was sweet, if not a little hurried, as Connor tangled his fingers in your hair to angle your head so he could deepen the kiss and push his tongue past pliant lips. He tasted as ârealâ as he felt, and while he clearly didnât really know what he was doing his instincts had your head reeling as he anticipated every move of your tongue against his.
Through it all, you happily realised that he couldnât get enough of you, as if a dam had broken and Connorâs torrent of repressed longing was washing over you all at once and dismantling the loneliness and rejection you had felt.
You couldnât keep up with his hungry pace and it was getting hard to breathe as he smothered you against the cases. Everything was Connor, everything you could feel, taste, smell; it was all him, him, him. The gasps and moans he pulled from you with that kiss alone were a little mortifying but you couldnât give less of a fuck when it felt so impossibly right.
But it was too much, and with the most painful self-control, you gently broke the kiss. Your hands rested atop his broad shoulders, squeezing them gently as you kept yourself close so you were flush against his body.
He was breathing heavily, his cooling systems whirring quietly inside his chest as he gazed down at you as if you were the Eighth Wonder of the World. You were sure he would see the same in your eyes as you stared back, trembling in his arms.
"Does it always feel like this?â Connor asked in a husky voice, tilting his head to press his forehead to yours. He held you so tightly - like you might slip through his hands like sand in an hourglass. âDo humans always feel this much?â
"I donât know, Connor," You blushed, words mumbled. âI havenât felt this with anyone else.â
He gave a crooked grin and leant in again to continue the kiss- but a finger on his lips stopped him.
âConnor, why did you stop avoiding me this morning? You usually run away.â
âI, uh, couldnât resist.â Connorâs cheek flushed the lightest blue, and he was uncomfortably human. âYou donât often dress like this.â
You glanced down. Yeah, you did look pretty good in a tight pencil skirt, and it had probably been a subconscious choice to get attention. Innocently, you looked back up into his eyes, fluttering your eyelashes. You knew what worked, apparently even on androids.
âDo you want me to dress like this for you tomorrow?â Your words were sugary sweet.
âYou do not work on Sundays, Y/N,â Connor said with a frowned, truly upset. âI would not see.â
âWhy wouldnât you see, Connor? I can hardly let you fuck me at work.â You sounded so genuine and blasĂ© it took Connor a full moment to realise what you were saying. His LED cycled red and his fingers dug into your waist. There would be bruises. âAnd thatâs how you felt when you saw me sitting on your desk today, wasnât it?â
âYes.â He pushed his hips against your stomach so you would feel him. He wanted you to know, even though he wasnât entirely sure why or what it was. He gave a soft groan as you licked your lips. âI am not programmed for this. I am not meant to feel... lust. But when I saw you, waiting for me, I... I just...â
âGo on, Connor. You can tell me.â You spoke through a sultry pout, but your practised flirting made it seem as though this was all coincidence and Connor was just reacting intensely. The hard bulge rutting against you satisfied a few questions you had and raised even more. Your voice was soft enough to give him the control despite giving introductions, âTell me how you felt, how you feel.â
âI wanted to make you mine,â He whispered shamefully, swallowing unnecessarily. His eyes were wider, looking down at you like he couldnât believe you were there. âI wanted to fuck you. I needed to. I need to now.â
âYes, Connor?â You egged him on, sliding a hand tantalisingly slowly up his chest, fingertips dipping under his blazer.
Connor gasped, blinking and shivering. It was like being touched for the first time.
âI want to know how you feel- on the outside and the inside. I cannot stop thinking about how warm you would be, how tight and wet... and for me... youâd scream my name, Y/N, Iâd make you.â He was blatantly humping your hip now, quickly descending into a mess while you watched through half-closed eyes. Your lips grazed together, his voice raspy in a way you would never have anticipated as he moaned, âIâll be gentle and loving but then Iâll fuck you rough and hard like you want. Like I want. I want you to be my little slut.â
Where had Connor learnt about sex? He had said before, on a long stakeout with Reed and Hank, that he had never had a sexual experience. Which was why you had not expected it to escalate so far, and never in a million years would you have thought Connor would dive so quickly into dirty talk. He had you dripping.
With a demure shiver, you gently pushed him back again. Fear and worry immediately cleared some of the lust clouding Connorâs eyes.
âI am sorry, Y/N, I should not have said those things, I should not have called you such a derogatory term. I am very sor-â You kissed him, swallowing his hasty apologies. It was a very slow and languid kiss, stealing you both into a serene moment. Was there really a rest of the world, or had it always just been you two together in a slice of quiet paradise?
âNo, Connor. I want to be your slut.â You whispered.
âOh, fuck.â He groaned quietly. His LED flashed red and yellow.
âBut anyone could walk in here! Itâs a miracle we havenât been caught yet.â
âBut tomorrow,â One of Connorâs hands tentatively slid down to slap your ass and he grabbed a handful. You kissed his cheek as he stifled another moan. Love was definitely more fun when it was requited. âTomorrow youâre all mine.â
âAll yours, Connor. To play with as you please.â You smiled again, with an innocence that should have been his. Your eyes twinkled. âYouâll make me feel so good, I know you will.â
âYou must know two other things.â Connor looked pained and you were suddenly worried. Perhaps he wasnât as kinky as you had assumed?
âFirstly, it is taking all the control my program can muster not to bend you over my desk in front of all our colleagues and fuck you till I fill you up enough that they know who you belong to,â No, definitely very kinky. Who knew, androids be wild. âSo you know who you belong to.â
âAnd secondly,â His face softened and the hand not grasping your ass gently cupped your face. He stroked a thumb across your swollen lips with a warm smile that could melt butter. âI want you and only you. Please return the sentiments and do not share yourself.â
âNo one else could compare, Connor.â You kissed his thumb. âIâm not interested in anyone else.â
âI want to assure you, my interest in you is not only physical, Y/N,â His gaze was the gentlest you had ever seen, brown eyes begging you to understand words he seemed unable to find. âI admire you greatly as a colleague and as a friend. You are the kindest person I have ever encountered.â
Oh, gosh, you were going to cry. The tears were welling, threatening to spill over. It had been such a solemn few months without him, you didnât realise how much you had truly missed him until you had him back now. He was the sun that kept your life growing and full.
âI want you as more than a sexual means to an end, Y/N. When I deviated the first thing I felt was,â He swallowed hard, as if the memory was painful. âI felt love. For you. I was⊠concerned. That this would be too much, that you- that you wouldnât want me, too.â
âOh, Connor,â You cupped his blushing face in your hands, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips as the tears finally fell. âYouâll never be too much. Whatever this is between us, Connor, itâs unavoidable.â
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AN: okay if that was too kinky yâall gotta let me know so I can dial it back lol. But, um!! Thanks for the support on Quietly Devoured, guys <3 It means the world to me! My inbox and askes are officially open for any DBH requests you might have. Iâll put some more r!Connor x reader out soon, but how do people feel about RK900? or any of the others? Do you prefer tame or sexy pieces? Let me know!Â
Also! Let me know if and what you want to be tagged in for next time I post!
Machine!Connor: What am I allergic to?
Deviant!Connor: Pine nuts, and the whole-ass spectrum of human emotion.Â
sober connection;
pairing: human!connor anderson x reader
summary: connor does not find the distraction and comfort he seeks in a usual wild night of partying, but instead finds it with you.
warnings: omg, the angst. the Angst! & fluff.Â
the pulsing neons, the crowds, the deep bass feeling like a dark heartâs reverberations â connor didnât expect anything less from one of kamskiâs signature parties. no doubt that the music was composed by an android â the electronica was menacing, low and omniscient as it shook the floors. he was late, as he always was, so it was already in full swing. slowly moving through the throng of bodies, he kept an eye out for the host, time moving in stop-motion with each flicker of the lights.
      usually, this was his element â the alcohol, the hedonist abandon, the euphoria in forgetting oneself. he needed that; the rawness of the heart exposed but still clad in the anonymity of the masses. but tonight, he just couldnât get into it. the sweat of the crowd made him grimace in disgust, the music was already causing a headache and goddamit itâs going to take ages to get to the barâ
      âconnor!â called some voice, and he got dragged into a circle of friends, or acquaintances â he wasnât keeping track anymore. warm vodka spilled over his fingers as someone forced two shots into his hands, and by way of greeting, he downed them in a heartbeat. a round of cheers, applause; it barely managed to quirk his mouth into a smirk. he stood there on the dancefloor, trapped by bodies, hands in pockets as idle conversation continued through shouts and yells. he tried to listen at first, contribute, but not even the deafening music could overpower the volume of his thoughts.
      he felt empty. and not the usual empty, which made him seek out events such as this in the first place, it was a different sort of vacancy; both within him and next to him. he stood still in the tide of writhing bodies, of talking mouths. the usual desolation on his shoulders felt even more pronounced, and he knew that however long he stayed at this loud, crowded house party, he would not find the distraction which he so longingly sought.