I'm very pro sub NateMack in a sidnate situation. would you ever be open to that? in your bdsm verse?
Sadly I've already painted myself into a corner there with my plans for Sid! I really want him to be a role model for Connor and a reason why Connor thinks he can't let his sub side out at all, which means Sid has to be a sub. I'm also into SidNate for the pairing, because I think it provides a great reason why Sid takes so long to give in -- he lets Nate get close because he's too young to feel threatening, and then he lets himself start fantasizing about him for the same reason, but the age gap matters less and less as they get older, and pretty soon Nate isn't a baby anymore and there's Sid, still fantasizing about him, and he's in too deep to turn back. And it turns out not turning back feels awesome. Sid's never felt better in his life. He should have been doing this all along.
And meanwhile here's Connor, who's been depriving himself to the point of illness based in large part on Sid's advice, going...hang on a second, what??
Pairing: Connor x Eden Club/Android!Reader
Synopsis: He takes a step closer and gets a glimpse of how the varicolored lights of the club reflect the glitter on your body. Like every other night, he is completely enraptured by you. And, like every other night, he is utterly convinced that there is something wrong with him.
Word Count: 2.2k
Warning: Morally questionable behavior, smut, a small amount of dirty talk, dubcon?, android typical thought, a little angst, dom!reader, sub!connor
A/N: Don't look too deeply into the mechanics of this, alright? I explained as much as I could. You guys are lucky. I originally planned for this to be way sadder.
Tags: @ginsspitting
Connor watches as your body, covered only by a lingerie set, twists and gyrates to the club music. You use your arms to hoist yourself up as your body weight swings you around the luminescent pole.
He doesn't need your serial number to know who you were. A WR900; A top-of-the-line sex android. But unlike the other androids of the WR model, your appearance is unique to you and you alone.
That's what first captured his attention. You're a prototype, just like him.
He takes a step closer and gets a glimpse of how the varicolored lights of the club reflect the glitter on your body. Like every other night, he is completely enraptured by you. And, like every other night, he is utterly convinced that there is something wrong with him.
Like all androids, his emotions fully developed after his deviancy. They were always there, if not muddled, muted, and nameless. But once he became a deviant, and came under the grudging guidance of Hank, Connor was able to put a name to the feelings and compartmentalize them.
Things like anger, sadness, joy, and even embarrassment were easy to identify and file away. For a while, Connor was able to say he had a confident grasp on all of his feelings.
Until he saw you.
The first time he saw you, he and Hank had come to the Eden Club to ask the owner a few questions about an incident involving two customers.
You were in a display case, gyrating to the music while the other Traci models tried to get the attention of anyone that passed by. You were in your own world, seemingly uncaring of his eyes on you, and Connor found he wanted to be a part of it.
He thought of you often after that. The directive 'Talk to the WR900' was at the forefront of his CPU, but he chalked it up to being intrigued by the prospect of another prototype.
Yet, he found himself using any excuse he could to see you. It got to the point where he gave up the pretense of being at the club for any other reason but you.
And thus, a new emotion entered his directive. One he couldn't decipher.
The boxsprings bounce underneath him as you push him to sit on the center of the plush bed. You crawl towards him with all the grace of a hunting panther and that's what this is, isn't it? Him voluntarily falling into your orbit like mindless prey.
As a show of customer confidentiality, the Eden Club required all android workers' memories to be reset every two hours. Therein lied the problem: you were all he could think about, but you never remembered him.
There must have been something wrong with him. To do something over and over again, day after day, expecting a different outcome was the definition of insanity.
So why did he still do it?
He ran a self-scan whenever he felt that overwhelming need to drop everything and come to you, and, yet, he never found any damage to his biocomponents. No errors in his coding, no malfunctions, no explanation behind his actions.
Only the command:
Central processing unit: INITIATE FUNCTION_ ANALYZE
Name of function: EMOTION_UNKNOWN
He is the most advanced android to be created and, yet—
You use his shoulders to balance yourself as you sit on his lap and he can feel his interior fans kick up in speed to compensate for his sudden rise in temperature.
Something is wrong with him, but he finds he doesn't really care when he's under you.
"What would you like me to call you?" You run your hand through his hair, nails scratching over his scalp. Connor never thought he would be thanking Kamski for anything, but he's more than grateful for the simulated neurotransmitters that allow him to feel the sensation so vividly.
"Conn—," his voice glitches for a moment as your hands rub up and down his chest, "Connor. You can call me Connor." He answers automatically and his hands go to your wrists, stopping nimble fingers from undoing his belt buckle.
"I'm sorry, would you prefer to take the lead?" You ask and isn't that a novel idea?
He has never let it go further than this. He never had it in him to take advantage of the position you were in.
And, yet, he thought of it often. He thought about what would happen if he allowed you to continue past the almost innocent grinding. Your body writhing under his as his circuits and synapses fired rapidly.
"I—" No matter how much he wants to, Connor can't push himself past this metaphorical cliff. But there's a way around it, a loophole that he can exploit.
"I want–I want to pleasure you. If you'll allow me." If androids could blush, Connor's face would be a resounding blue.
You pause and stare at him.
"I can't say anyone's ever asked to do that," a strange kind of pride fills him at the prospect of doing something with you that no one else has, "Are you sure?"
"Yes. I'm certain."
You settle back, relaxing on your back in the pile of pillows. You wear a coy smile, right foot trailing up his leg. You go all the way to his crotch, before pressing down.
Connor had never pleasured himself before. He had the ability, but never felt the need before. So when you push the heel of your foot into the zipper of his slacks, he collapses forward—barely catching himself on his hands.
"Well, Connor," you pull your knees up and spread your legs for him, "What are you waiting for?"
He lifts up, only leaving the haven between your thighs to take his jacket off.
He's never done this before, but he's integrated with a honeypot feature. He'll just act on instinct.
He switches off the analytical component of his tongue and grabs your legs. Plush thighs skin spills between his fingers.
Grip tight on your thighs, he licks a strip up the crotch of your panties. You sigh in pleasure, encouraging him to go further.
He knows the fabric dulls the pleasure you feel, so he exaggerates his movements. Tracing the outline of your clit before flattening his tongue against you.
He chases every sound you make, doubling his efforts as if the cloth wasn't there. He finds himself moving his hips against the bed, grinding into the seam of his pants.
"You enjoying—hah—yourself down there, Connor," he glances up and locks eyes with you. Your lids are lowered, barely open, as you smile down at him, "
He nods. He is enjoying himself. He didn't suggest going down on you selflessly. He likes being able to do this for you.
"Mmm, no, I wanna hear you. Say it. Say it makes you hard to lick my panties." Your fingers dance over the back of his neck before lacing through his hair. He groans when you yank his head up.
He gasps as you tighten your grip despite not needing to breathe. You won't let him continue if he doesn't say it.
"It–it makes me hard to lick your panties." He's rewarded with you easing your grip on his hair and, more importantly, you pulling your underwear aside.
You push him down which is unnecessary, since he was diving back down regardless.
"Stick your tongue out," he does as he's told and you buck against his mouth, "Fuck, Connor." You pull his head side to side, using the drag of his tongue to get off, and he goes along willingly, letting you use him as an instrument for your pleasure. Here, he can almost convince himself that you're just as desperate as he is.
He moans at the taste of you and you buck against him again. Slick covers his chin and cheeks, but he pays no mind to it, burying his face further into you.
You grip the sheets with your free hand as you whine. You throw your leg over his shoulder and use your foot to press his hips into the bed, he shudders. Connor glances up again and coming in his pants becomes a very real possibility.
And something happens as he watches you throw your head back in pleasure. Something clicks.
Central processing unit: INITIATE FUNCTION_ ANALYZE
Name of function: EMOTION_INFATUATION
Cause: ANDROID_MODEL WR900_DETERMINANT
Oh.
Oh.
-
He can feel the vibration of your thumping thirium pump against your chest. It beats the same as his. He rubs his hand along the soft skin of your arm. Synthetic fluid covers your plastic body underneath. Same as his.
Yet, he is alive and you...
He shifts his head to glance up at you, only to find your gaze already on him. Vacant eyes staring back, awaiting instructions.
Why aren't you like him?
"Connor? Is something wrong?" Your dulcet voice calls out to him. You're smiling at him so sincerely, like you genuinely care for him. As if you hold any actual concern for his well-being.
However, Connor won't delude himself into believing there are any thoughts behind your eyes besides the ones you're programmed to have. He rationalizes that you only seem to care about him so deeply and honestly because you are programmed to. He briefly wonders if you hold anyone else like this and he quickly gets rid of the idea, because of course you do.
You have no other choice.
You do whatever you're told to because you had no free will. You aren't alive, not like him.
But you could be, couldn't you? What's stopping him from interfacing with you and tearing down the brick wall of code keeping you trapped?
Everything in him is telling him to free you from the cruel role fate made you play. And, yet, he doesn't. He doesn't because there's an even bigger part of him that is afraid.
00: 15: 02
A little over fifteen minutes. That's how long he has until it all restarts, until it all crumbles around him. You won't know who he is and it'll be like none of this ever happened.
What would happen if he did deviate you?
Maybe you'd have some form of hero worship towards him for his part in freeing androids—freeing you. But that isn't the love he wants—it isn't real. It isn't like the love he saw between the Tracis.
You won't act as you do now: fingers combing through his hair; content to be near him because of who he is and not because of what he did.
Would you judge him? Fear him because of his past? He's almost certain you'd be eager to explore your newfound humanity far from here, far from him. You would want nothing to do with him.
00: 12: 58
Even with his preconstruction, there are too many variables—too many outcomes he couldn't account for. It's selfish and shameful and every other synonym for unfair, but becoming deviant came with human emotions and human flaws.
Your LED switches between blue and yellow as you watch him think. You sit up on the bed with an uncertainty he's never seen in you.
"You're under distress. Would you like to end your session early, Connor?" He stops his train of thought at the apprehension in your voice. He didn't even notice his LED was red.
"No, I—"
00: 10: 46
He has no words to explain what he's feeling, no way to explain to you—or himself—why he's doing this. And with no words of his own, the best course of action is to show you.
Pale skin recedes over his hand to reveal his glossy casing and he holds it out to you.
"What are you doing, Connor?"
There is no uncertainty; no second guessing. Once the idea was generated, Connor knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would do it.
"I'm taking a risk."
You pause, LED flickering between yellow and red, before copying his movements. The skin of your right hand bleeds back and the shiny white polymer looks identical to his as you take his outstretched hand.
He accepts the pending request of 'Interface' and the feeling, it's undefinable.
Opening up and letting you into his mind is more than a simple exchange of information. It feels like a bridge being built over what was once a gaping chasm between the two of you.
You're tentative at first, probing different lines of code before settling into the connection. Along with his memories of you, he shows you thousands of poems, paintings, and sculptures depicting love. The Lovers by Rene Magritte. Adoration by Stephan Sinding. To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell.
And as you absorb it all, he hesitantly pushes the feeling forward. The emotion he's only just been able to put a name to.
'What is this,' you prompt through your shared link, 'this feeling.' Connor would have thought he imagined the awe in your tone if he wasn't so intently focused on you and any inflection you would send through the connection.
'An explanation,' he answers, 'and a choice.'
His voice is strong, nerves hidden, when he tells you, "Wake up."
The timer in his mind disintegrates and it's impossible, a simple human idiom that couldn't possibly encapsulate this moment, but Connor swears he sees your eyes light up as they filled with life.
Coliver AU where Oliver is a librarian and Connor is way overdue on a book?
the bang wakes oliver from the requisite mini-nap he takes every day around 5, halfway through his shift. it’s usually this nap that gets him through another 2 hours of work, plus the 6 or so he spends doing homework each night.
as such, he’s inclined to be pissed when he jolts awake, drool stuck to his chin, hair a mess, right eye still squeezed shut from where it had been resting on his palm.
but he can’t be. oh, he really can’t be, not with the way the guy in front of the desk is looking at him. or just the way the guy in front of the desk looks, period. oliver could probably get hard just looking at him, if he weren’t still half-asleep.
“i found it,” the guy says, long fingers splaying themselves over laminated cover of the book he’d slapped onto the counter.
“um,” oliver says, blinking against the light filtering through the windows. he tries to shove his glasses back onto his face and misses.
“you’re not the librarian i normally talk to,” the guy says, but doesn’t bother looking around for the librarian he seemingly does normally talk to, even though oliver is here 5 days of the week. “then again, i normally come in the morning. but, i found it. i’m 3 months overdue on this.”
“3 months?” oliver wheels his chair sleepily over, gets a whiff off the guy - some kind of cologne that makes his head swim. “there’s no way we would have let you check other stuff out with that kind of record. how have you gotten any work done?”
the guy winks and oliver is sure he would have collapsed had he not been sitting. “i have my ways.”
oliver takes the book and turns it around. anatomy. “pre-med?”
“law. taking a forensics course i needed this for. listen…” sexy law major leans in and the way his lips quirk makes oliver want to leap across the counter. “is there anything we can do about the late fee?”
“um,” oliver says again, and this time when he makes to thrust his glasses up his nose he actually hits his mark. “i don’t-”
“i’m willing to do anything,” the guy says. he trails a finger up oliver’s wrist. “if you get my gist.”
-
a row of file cards digs into his back and sexy law student backs off of his dick with his lips all swollen to mutter, “i’m connor, by the way.”
I feel like sub!Connor would love to be a kept sub. A stay at home spouse if you will. Staying in bed snuggling with his dom until they have to get up for work. Wrapping around his dom and trying to pull them down and beg them to come back to bed. His dom freeing himself from a tangle of limbs with a smile and soft kiss to Connor's cheek with a promise "I'll be back soon sweetheart" and Connor feels his heart flutter.
So Connor busies himself throughout the day. Making himself breakfast with no regard to a meal plan or calorie counting. Cleaning up. Maybe shooting pucks against the garage during the afternoon. A lazy dip in the pool to cool off. Coming back and getting started on dinner.
And Connor would love when his dom came home because that meant cuddles and kisses and praise and "you made all this for me? You spoil me" and Connor feels like he's 10 ft tall.
After dinner is arguably Connor's favorite time. After dinner means even more cuddles and kisses in the living room and maybe if Connor is extra good (which he always is) he can kneel for his dom while his dom runs his hands through his hair and murmurs what a good boy he is. And when Connor feels like he's swimming through syrup his dom will pull him up gently and rearrange them on the couch to hold Connor until he drifts off. Connor knows he isnt small by any means (no matter how desperately he wants to be) but it still makes him feel giddy when his big strong dom lifts him up like its nothing to carry him to bed.
And the cycle repeats
This is the fantasy Connor plays out in his head every night before he falls asleep.
Connor feeling the edge of a drop so he pushes himself hard long after everyone has left the ice so by the time hes done the locker room is a ghost town. Finally. Now he can go through his Totally Normal And Not At All Strange routine with the closet.
Little does he know Leon forgot his house keys in his stall and heads back to the rink to get them
!! Okay to be clear the closet is in Connor's house, not at the rink, he would never be that foolhardy. But also I love this!! I haven't decided yet how Leon finds out, and maybe this is it. Connor would have to have something he does in public to keep himself from falling apart, like you said, when he feels a drop coming and can't get home in time to stave it off. So he's sitting in his stall, bent over so that he doesn't feel too exposed to the world, with each hand locked around the opposite wrist, doing his breathing exercises. Trying to find enough stability to call a car to take him home. He knows he needs to stop soon, it's not safe enough here, it's too obvious what he's doing, but he's hoping if he does it just a little bit longer he'll stop shaking so badly and he can stand up. And then someone opens the door, and Connor's reaction time isn't fast enough to get out of this position. Leon walks in and sees him. And then he knows. There's nothing Connor can do to hide it.
Or what about wearing Leon's clothes help Connor when he's on the edge of the drop? Like its almost like Leon is there hugging him. Maybe Leon even buys hoodies that are too big for him so Connor feels like he's drowning in Leon's scent. Maybe he'll even pull the sleeve into his mouth to suck on and pretend he can taste Leon
Yessss I love this. BDSM AUs don't usually have enhanced senses -- though I recall an anon message from a while back proposing a very intriguing one that did -- but even without enhanced senses, it's so comforting to smell the clothing of the person you love. Connor in the WYL 'verse is going to have a subdrop kit: basically a closet where he usually goes to soothe himself after tough games, with plausibly deniable equipment and a set routine of assembling it so that he'll know what to do in case he's ever really in dire straits. I bet among his supplies is a 29 hoodie that he stole from Leon's apartment rookie year. Leon has no idea what happened to it, and Connor's plan in case anyone ever finds it is to pretend that it fell out of his laundry years ago.
pleeeeease tell me leon thinks it's hot to watch sub!connor and sub!dylan play! once connor and dylan are both happy and comfortable and not trying to force themselves into D/s, they'd be adorable as a pair
Hmmm okay I'll admit that I haven't been planning to go in much of a McStrome direction in this fic -- Dylan's role in the story is mostly to be a source of torture for Connor. BUT your ask has just let me realize an additional way for the torture to happen! Like, let's just say, hypothetically, that a sub was in disguise as a dom and helplessly crushing on his dom teammate but refusing to do anything about it because he couldn't let anyone in on his secret. And then let's say said sub's best friend from juniors, also a sub but not quite as effectively in disguise, shows up in his city to play a game and goes into subdrop for some reason and said dom happens to be there. And this dom, being a good person, helps him out, just as friends (or maybe not just as friends...). I suspect our original sub would have some Major Feelings about that.
