Connor rk800 x Reader (Halloween Party!)

spirit-of-the-void:

AK: Sorry for the delay on this, kids, i
had half on it written yesterday and some things happened at my house
and it was…a rough night.  Then my computer crashed and I lost the
document on top of that. When those things happen i
try to tell myself it’s for a reason and today’s version will be
better! And 100% smuttier 😉 Thank you all so much for your kind
messages ❤

Summary:
An annual Halloween party is being held at the reader’s house for those
in the office not stuck working for the best day of the year. Connor,
of course, is expected to go and dress up. Just some random Connor x
Reader fluff for you all, SMUT WARNING 😉

Part 3

Connor must have adjusted his tie fifty times in the time it took to get from Hank’s home to the elevator.

The
numbers slowly climbed up to your floor, his anticipation rose along
with it. Another tie adjustment, fake fangs grazing his tongue in his
mouth. They felt odd, but it didn’t take long to get used to the
sensation. He would admit, it was fun to play pretend. He had smiled
experimentally after putting them in and decided they did in fact add a
bit of allure he didn’t have previously. There had been no need for fake
contacts due to his ability to change his eye color at will–a “creepy”
skill, according to Hank. Regardless, Connor was ready to play the
part. Desperation fueled him, and for what he was not sure. Was it for
your approval? Or something more?

An
intangible sensation had nagged him since they departed for the party, a
feeling in his lower gut. The trousers they had decided on for this
“costume” felt a bit tight, and his thirium
pump had been working overtime. If he could sweat, he was sure he would
be doing so. He thoroughly blamed Hank, because it was his comments
after seeing Connor in the crab costume that had provoked his wandering
thoughts further. After groaning and complaining about his bad choices,
Hank had mumbled under his breath, “I’m trying to help you out here okay?”

“What? Didn’t you two tell me to have fun?” Connor had replied with a smirk, not being all that serious but enjoying Hank’s annoyed look.  

“Kid, I assure you,” Hank replied with a shake of his head, “Your chances of getting laid drop to zero if you wear that.”

The very mention of it had left Connor desperately processing, thirium
feeling warm in his body. The LED on his temple had been bouncing
between red and yellow since then, mind trying to wrap around even the
possibility of romantic affection. Could you possibly want to engage in
such activities with him? He’d be lying if he claimed he had…never thought
about it. He had in fact given it a lot more thought than he expected.
More than he thought possible. He had tried researching it a bit at
Hank’s suggestion, his cautious suggestion, and had compiled a few facts. Human mating was interesting to say the least.

Connor
was able to deduce a lot about the female body, and what was safe and
pleasurable for them. From what he gathered, as long as it was safe,
consenting, and agreed upon by both partners…anything could be tried.
It was “entirely up to him and (Y/N)”, according to Hank. It made sense. Trial and error, preference. Though  Connor hadn’t the slightest idea of what his preferences were, or what he liked. He was already fitted with the proper tools
at least–the fact that Cyberlife had given him such things from the
get go had always been confusing. In retrospect, Connor supposed it was
because they already knew he’d be a deviant…or they thought he would
need to engage in such activities to get information in a case.

The
latter left him disgusted to say the least. He would never degrade
himself that far for information, at least not now. And he’d never
manipulate a partner in such a way. But… would he have taken such
measures before deviancy? The very notion made him shudder, his choice
to become independent and deviant growing better and better ever
day. Regardless, he had some thinking to do about you,
about…everything. His feelings for you were so strong they were hard
to ignore, and his attraction to you equally so. He wanted your
happiness, any desires of his were centered just on you.

All he knew was…he liked you. He could imagine himself touching your soft skin with his hands, his mouth...

Another tie adjustment, and a whack on the back of the head from Hank.

“Ease up, Connor, for christ’s
sake!” Hank scolded, crossing his arms over his chest when Connor
turned his dark gaze to him, “You look like you’re about to go to court,
calm it with the tie shit.”

Connor tilted his head slightly, rolling his shoulders forward, “Sorry, Hank. I will try to, as you say, ‘ease up’.”

Hank made a face, a look of disappointment crossing his eyes as he leveled them on the android.

“You
sound like ‘old you’ when you’re this nervous,” He said in a warning
tone, messing up Connor’s hair and ignoring his huff of annoyance, “Take
a deep breath, and collect yourself. This is about having fun damn it, I
shouldn’t have to keep reminding you to have fun.”

Connor
immediately straightened up at his words, running a hand back through
his hair to fix it. Hank was right…he was overthinking things quite a
bit. It wasn’t your fault per se, he was just…not used to feeling so
strongly. He didn’t want to disappoint you, he wanted you to be happy,
he wanted to be everything you expected and needed. And more than that…He wanted you to feel the same.

“I’m sorry, Hank, I…” Connor released a sigh, watching the elevator doors slide open, “I am simply..nervous.
I’m not used to the complexity of emotions I am feeling, of my own
desires. I have been trying to adjust and adapt accordingly…but it
feels as though a weight is on my chest. More than anything, I am…fearful.”

Fearful of screwing up, of disappointing you.  

Hank
paused, holding a hand out so the doors wouldn’t close. He seemed to
weight his next thoughts carefully, the silence beginning to feel heavy.

When he finally spoke, his tone was both sad and thoughtful, “You know…When I thought of giving the talk to someone, I was sure it was going to be Cole when he reached the right age.”  

Connor
immediately stared in shock at the older male, not expecting to hear
him mention Cole at all. Hank had eventually talked to Connor about his
son, and it was…emotionally to say the least. He, as a general rule,
didn’t speak of Cole.

“Hank, I…” He began to say, but Hank chuckled, surprising him further.

“Keeping
in mind this is a bit different than humans, but,” Hank placed a hand
on his shoulder, “Be yourself, don’t try too hard. As an outside
observer, it’s easy to see you two both have some strong feelings about
each other yeah? If things escalate to that point tonight, just be safe,
take it slow, and make sure you communicate for god’s sake. If you
don’t feel comfortable with it, don’t hesitate to tell her that. Be
firm, if you need to ease into this over the course of a few months let
her know. And that goes for you with her as well–if she says not now or
no you better listen, do you understand?”

Connor
nodded, a small smile tilting his lips. Hank certainly felt like a
father in these moments. Despite not necessarily having one…Connor was
sure this is what it was like.

“Thanks,
Dad,” He said sincerely, watching Hank’s eyes widen a little at the
title. He paused, a wistful look in his eyes before he smiled too.

“Anytime,
son,” He replied, patting the android on the shoulder, “Now, let’s get
in there before (Y/N) starts calling me again asking where we are.”

Connor nodded, leading the older man out of the elevator toward your apartment door. They had been their
a few times, for drinks and pizza, and once when Hank’s pipes burst.
Though it would be hard to miss the intricately hung skeletons clinging
to your door-frame, woven with purple and orange lights hanging from
their mouths and hands. Signs that said “Beware!” and “Do not enter!”
lined the smooth surface, and your doormat hat been replaced with one
looking like it was splattered with blood. Your love of the holiday was
evident, it made Connor smile, fangs grazing his lower lip.

He
took a brief moment to scan the area–he detected the faint smell of
pumpkin and booze. Beyond the door was the sound of muffled, spooky
noises and conversation. Quite a few people had arrived earlier than
expected, it would seem. And judging by the rowdy laughter, they had
already started drinking. Connor briefly caught the scent of your
perfume, and it made his thirium pump pound briefly.  

Hank exchanged a glance with the nervous android before lifting a hand and pressing the doorbell.  

The
sound of a witch’s cackle echoed loudly in the apartment, followed by
laughter. Connor shook his head–you had even changed your doorbell.
Somehow not surprising in the slightest. Almost on cue, he heard your
voice telling people to move and the sound of your feet on smooth
hardwood. Connor took an breath he didn’t need to try and compose himself, waiting patiently as he fumbled with the door’s lock.

When the door finally swung open he had to actively remind himself about the benefits of composure.

You
were done up with make-up–not too much, just the color of teal on your
lips and eyeliner enhancing your already rounded eyes. The horns that
adorned your head curled back and held a similar shade of teal. The same
went for the spade-tipped tail swinging behind you. Your face held a
bit of a flustered look, cheeks a little flushed and lips parted in
quick breaths. Had you ran to answer the door?

Connor
continued his scan, that tightness in his gut curling up again when he
saw your outfit. The shorts could barely be called that, they were so
high up your soft-looking thighs. Connor could not describe the
sensation he felt at the sight of the thigh highs on your shapely legs,
but he was convinced it was definitely a good feeling. When he settled
on your blouse he was trying to cool his systems a bit. Your outfit
certainly hid nothing, and he was most certainly feeling emotions that were less than gentlemanly.  

His
scan was complete in an instant. He hoped you hadn’t noticed the quick
glance from your head to your toes and back he had taken. He wasn’t sure
how he was even holding his composure. Why did you have to be so
painfully lovely? How did humans live feeling such emotions all the time? It was downright torture.  

Your
eyes landed on the overheated android first, a shocked look in your
pretty eyes. You brought your hands to your mouth–the skin there
transitioned to the same teal on your lips, fake claws on your
nails–and gasped.

“Holy shit…!” You breathed, eyes sparkling with excitement.

~~~

You were going to swoon, you could feel it.

When
you opened the door for the new arrivals you had been hoping and
praying it was Connor and Hank. Luckily, you were not disappointed.
Christ, if anything you were so excited and overheated you could have
combust in that moment. You weren’t quite sure what you expected of
Connor’s costume, but your imagination wasn’t nearly as good as real
life anyway.

Much
to your agonized delight, Connor had chosen the theme of Noir detective
to go with the vampire suggestion you had given (If yall wanna see what i mean, I was inspired by this art right here: https://a-bungle.tumblr.com/image/174988137906).
A white business shirt rolled up to his elbows, gun holster straps
lining his chest and waist. It looked like he had borrowed an old tie
from hank, neatly tied around his neck. A pair of pin-striped slacks
clung in a shapely manner to his legs and his thighs.
Good god. Maybe you were just as thirsty as Kelsey claimed. There was
no way you could play off your flushed face and racing pulse.

Almost
as if he heard your thoughts, Connor gave that crooked half smirk–His
fangs peaked out, and you just about died right there. Connor had
always, always
been attractive to you. You were a sucker for his cute smile. But
this…this was past cute, entering dangerous territory. If you wanted
to get intimate with this man before, you were downright touch starved
now. Maybe this wasn’t your best idea. It was like throwing matches at a
powder keg.

Hank chuckled at your expression, slapping Connor on the back.

“He did good right? Not to shab–” He was cut off by you jumping up and hugging the two at once, trying to hide how flustered you were. Of course, the two had to bend down to accommodate you.

“Thank you guys
so much for coming!” You said excitedly, giving them a squeeze before
releasing them, “You both look fantastic!” You turned your gaze back to
Connor, unconsciously biting your lip, “That’s a good look for you,
stud.”

Hank rolled his eyes before Connor could respond, patting you two on the back with a parting, “Time to find the booze.” You distinctly thought you heard Connor sigh, but his face was neutral
when you turned to look back at him. You immediately noticed his now
distinctly red eyes and a smear of fake red blood on his lips. Good god,
you weren’t sure if you could handle this.

“I’m serious though,” You said once Hank was gone, offering a sweet smile, “You look great Connor, you really do.”

This
seemed to make him relax a bit, an easy smile appearing on his lips,
“Thank you, (Y/N). I must admit you’re looking very…lovely yourself.”  

For a second there you thought you saw an unfamiliar emotion in his gaze, but it was gone before you could be sure.  

Composure damn it!

“No crab then?” you said, feigning disappointment, “Such a shame, red is a good color on you.”

Connor chuckled lightly, the sound warming you, “I’m afraid Hank would not allow it,” He smeared a finger over his thumb, leaving a bit more red on his lips, “Although I do still have a bit of color.”

He most certainly did.  

You
rocked back on the balls of your feet, resisting the urge to bounce
where you stood, “I like the theme you chose. Didn’t see anything you
liked at the costume store, huh?”

Connor shook his head, tilting it slightly as he regarded you, “You would be correct. The costumes there were too, how should i put this…” He did a terrible accent impersonating old vampire films, “’I vant to suck your blood!’ types of vampire.”

You giggled–he was charming your socks off again. That made him smile widely, flashing those dangerous looking fangs. Oh no.

You
quickly took him by the hand, pulling him down the hallway toward the
party, “Well let’s not wait–some of the others were asking where you
were!”

Connor easily kept up, fingers twining with yours and giving a gentle squeeze. You hoped to god he wasn’t scanning you, because he would easily notice how much that made your heart beat pick up. Luckily, you had the whole party to compose yourself, right?

The instant you pulled him into the main room, the boisterous crowd of your closest friends greeted Connor. You reluctantly let go of his hand, smiling ruefully as the poor android was slapped on the back and several people messed up his slicked back hair and commented on his outfit.

“Damn, Connor,” Chris said with a chuckle, slinging an arm around Connor’s neck, “You look like a snack in that costume. Not bad.”

He was dressed up as a pirate for the party, drinking from a fake bottle of ale–sparkling apple juice to be exact. You had helped make the fake label.  Chris had, luckily, agreed on no alcohol for the evening. You didn’t care for alcohol to begin with, but Chris made the choice because he had a shift in the morning. Honestly, the rest of the party would be getting drunk enough for the both of you. A jar for car keys was prepared and you had cab companies on speed dial for those who would not be allowed to drive home.

Connor looked confused by Chris’s terminology, but wasn’t given any time to respond. Kelsey had walked up, dressed as a demon as well, but more on the spooky side of things.

“Looking good, robocop,” She commented, already little tipsy, “(Y/N) is gonna be thirsting all evening.”

“Hey!” You protest, ears and cheeks feeling hot.

Before either her or Connor would reply, a few other people in the party started chanting for a drinking game. Kelsey and Chris pulled Connor off to play some of the party games you had set up. As they walked, Kelsey turned and winked–she could probably tell you were a little…hot around the collar to say the least. Some time to process, and catch your breath. You sighed in relief, taking in what everyone in the room was doing and what was left to do for the evening. You were a party host, damn it, it was your job to make sure people were having fun,

You could focus on Connor later.

~~~

The night went by surprisingly fast, much faster than you had thought possible.

Everyone at the party had a fair share of food and drink. Despite how rowdy they were, nothing had been broken and people made sure to throw their garbage in the garbage. The various scary party games had been played, and much to your surprise Connor won a few. He had been smiling, everyone treating him just how you wanted him to be treated–like he was a person. Even he seemed to be having fun, though you noticed he kept casting his gaze on you, watching you. Hell, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he had made a few scans. The little LED on his temple had bounced between yellow and red a few times–you weren’t sure what that meant.

Even Hank seemed to have fun. He didn’t drink nearly as much as usual, and spent most of the night on the couch with a few of the older station members watching bad horror movies and laughing about the horrible special effects of the older ones. You made sure he ate as well to offset the booze, not wanting him to get into bad habits again. It became evident very quickly that he, too, was keeping an eye on Connor. He seemed pleased that Connor was taking it easy for once. To you, Hank looked like a proud dad. It made you happy.

Everyone ended up there on the couch eventually, watching the various scary movies you had set out for the evening. You ended up sandwiched between Hank and Connor on the couch, Chris and Kelsey to Connor’s left and everyone else scattered in beanbag chairs and spots on the floor. The evening’s energy had settled in to a pleasant, dull rumble. Everyone could enjoy some crappy special effects and millennial humor. A few jokes were leveled at Hank, who only rolled his eyes in response.

Throughout the last movie you found yourself hyper-aware of Connor on your left side. You weren’t used to seeing him sit relaxed–His legs were crossed comfortably, and one arm rested on the top of the couch behind you. His tie had been pulled slightly loose, and after so many people kept messing up his hair he gave up on fixing it. He looked…good, really good. The fake blood was nowhere to be found on his lip, though he still wore the fangs. Everyone at the party joked that the vampire theme was a good excuse for why he didn’t eat anything.

You felt a little bold, so you decided to lean against his side, snuggling up with your legs resting on Hank’s lap. You thought you felt Connor stiffen for a moment, then relax. His arm from the top of the couch moved to your shoulders, and you forgot to breath. A few seconds to gain your calm back, then you made sure to focus on the movie. There were a lot of people in the room, damn it. Focus.

By the time the movie was all said and done, it was nearing one in the morning. People started to file out to head home, tiredly thanking you for inviting them. You sent several people home in cabs, promising to keep their keys safe till morning. No one was dumb enough to argue with you. A few other androids from the station offered to drive some people home, which saved the hassle on their part. Again, people were too drunk to complain.

Finally it was down to Kelsey, Chris, Connor, and Hank. You ached to see Connor go, but…

Kelsey was pretty drunk, Chris was holding her up by one arm, “I’ll take her home,” He chuckled, pirate outfit left askew by the nights activites, “I’ll make sure she sobers up a bit too.”

You leaned against the doorway, grinning ear to ear, “You sure you’re gonna be okay for the morning shift?”

“Pfft, please. I’ve done that shift on no sleep and five hour energy shots. This will be a cake walk,” Chris scoffed, sounding pretty damn confident in himself.

You chuckled, patting him on the shoulder, “Well, thanks for helping out and staying over. Tell Kelsey I said thanks too, when she sobers up.”

“Will do,” Chris replied, only to pause before stepping out the door. You saw a twinkle appear in his eyes, the makings of what he probably assumed to be a great idea. His gaze shifted to where Connor and Hank were now entering the hallway, Hank in good spirits after a few beers. You locked eyes with Connor, offering a gentle smile at how disheveled he looked. He was a mess, to say the least. You hoped he had fun.

Chris was looking at him too, and you could practically see the gears turning–metaphorically of course–in his head. He smirked at you, waggling both eyebrows. Oh no.

Chris spoke up, “Hank, why don’t I give you a ride home?” When you, Hank, and Connor opened your mouths to ask why, Chris continued on cheerfully, “Kelsey and I were supposed to help clean up, but the party went on longer than expected. (Y/N) can use someone to help clean up a bit, don’t you think?”

“Oh, its okay–” You began to say, but Chris cut you off.

“Besides, this works out fine. Connor can stay and clean, then drive Hank’s car home,” Chris seemed quite proud of himself, a wide grin on his face.

You felt your face warm up a bit, wanting to open your mouth but not sure what to say.

Even more shocking, Connor replied instead, voice calm and kind as he agreed, “Of course, I’ll be glad to stay and help, (Y/N).” You turned to look at him, biting your lip reflexively, a nervous habit. You swore you saw his dark eyes linger on your mouth, then back to your eyes, “The main room was quite a mess. I do not mind.”

Of course he didn’t. You quickly looked between the three, letting out a light sigh.

“Hank, do you mind?” You finally asked, crossing your arms over your chest. Anticipation was curled in your gut, and nervousness too. There was a part of you so nervous you wanted him to tell Connor no, but that eager, thirsty part of you wanted him to agree to it. What in the world were you thinking? There was no guarantee that Connor even felt that way about you, what was there to anticipate? Despite that…you felt something tangible in the air, an energy.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t spent the last half hour wondering about it.

Hank yawned slightly in response to your question, shrugging his shoudlers, “I don’t see why not. Just be gentle with my car on the way home, yeah?”

 Connor nodded, “Of course, Hank.”

Hank patted him on the shoulder, letting out another yawn as he slurred, “Have fun, kid.”

You weren’t sure what he meant by that, but Connor inclined his head and said, “Drink coffee when you get home, and take a shower before bed to help sober up.”

“Yeah yeah,” Hank grumbled, following Chris and Kelsey out the door as you waved them all off. You swore you saw Chris wink at you on the way out, mouthing “He’s all yours, sweet-cheeks.” 

You resisted the urge to stick your tongue out at him.

Once the door was shut behind them, you paused, taking a deep breath to settle yourself–he was just going to help clean, all your complicated feelings aside. Connor was your friend, you cared about him, you wouldn’t make this awkward. You were a master at faking confidence, you had to when working in a police like the police department. This should be easy, right?

You turned to face him, stretching your arms above your head, “Well, that was fun to say the least,” You gazed at him for a moment, smiling ruefully, “Sorry Chris roped you into cleaning.”

He tilted his head to one side, seeming to think for a moment before replying, “I certainly don’t mind,” He smiled kindly, those fake fangs peeking out a bit, “I did help contribute to the mess after all.”

You snorted, pushing past him into your apartment and into the kitchen, “That’s a lie and we both know it,” You reached under your sink for a garbage bag,  “You didn’t disturb a thing in the place. You look like more of a mess than my apartment.”

He paused in the doorway at that, adjusting his loosened tie with a frown, “It would seem your guests had a strange affiliation with my hair this evening.”

Oh, they definitely did. You snuck a peak at him and giggled at his hair, tussled all over the top of his head.

“It looks cute that way,” You commented, stopping in a moment in your cleaning to pull the horns off of your head, “You can relax a bit while you’re here if you want, you don’t have to clean.”

He shook his head no, taking the trash bag from you and starting to pick up stray cans and cupcake wrappers. You smiled a little, strangely relaxed now that it’s just the two of you in the apartment. Connor made picking up the place quick and meticulous, you had to admit. Less than ten minutes later, the kitchen and living room looked presentable, minus the Halloween decorations still up. You decided to leave them up until Thanksgiving–only then would you feel guilty about then being there.

Only thing left to do was the dishes, which you had set about doing while Connor took your garbage out. Once he stepped foot out your door you let out a breath–somehow cleaning with him and spending this time alone with him had relaxed you a bit, but it still felt somehow…intimate. Too intimate. You were passing the stage of nervous and feeling a little too bold for your liking. Although you did suppose…You were alone with him. would it hurt to try? The problem was you really did care about Connor…you liked being close to him. Even if he would never feel the same romantic feelings, you still wanted to be his friend. You didn’t want to jeopardize that.

You were still pondering the very notion when Connor entered again, walking over and washing his hands in the sink next to where you worked. His closeness startled you for a moment, making your heart start to pound a bit. You hoped he wouldn’t notice.

Your hopes weren’t realized.

“Are you alright, (Y/N)?” He asked in concern, “I detected an increase of heart rate from you.”

You laughed lightly, brain scrambling to try and play it off, “I was just lost in thought, didn’t hear you come in so you…startled me a bit.”

He let out a low hum of understanding, wiping his hands on some paper towels, “My apologies, I often forget I have quiet steps,” He apologized, sounding genuinely sincere, “Is there anything else you need help with? I could dry the dishes.”

You wanted him to stay. How could you possibly explain what you were feeling without ruining everything? You bit your lip in concentration, trying to think of what you could say, or do, or if you should just give up. You had a feeling that you shouldn’t leave your feelings unchecked for too long, it wasn’t healthy to bottle things up. But…this was more than about you, it was about him too. You tried so hard to take his feelings into consideration with everything, from the very beginning. No one else would, everyone else had treated him like a machine outside of you and Hank. It took almost a whole year to turn people around. He wasn’t a toy, he had feelings and you wanted to respect–

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