METAL GUARD DOG ⊳ connor x reader

Ch. X

"A very good find, Velox. I'm impressed." The white haired man looked down at (y/n), smile on his features. "Get to work right away."

He turned his head towards Freya, gesturing for her to come hither, which she obediently did, leaning down to Odin's level. The man was whispering something in her ear, Connor realized with worry flickering in between his wires, where his metaphorical stomach would be. Something wasn't right. She showed him her hand, nodded firmly, then retreated back to her initial position, standing with the two doberman dogs, who were lazily heaving, tongues sticking out of the corners of their mouths.

"Well then, you're dismissed."

(Y/n) nodded, tugging on Connor's sleeve to urge him to follow her out the room.

Connor couldn't help but let a small, proud smile slip as he followed (y/n) outside the room Odin was in. He had done a great job, after all. Neutralized a machine that was 30 years newer than him in just a few seconds. That was something praiseworthy, he believed. And thinking about hearing (y/n) say words of praise to him just felt...wonderful. It left a warm, electric sensation coursing through his wires.

The young woman silently closed the door behind the both of them shut and twisting the wheel to lock it. Seconds later, she had quickly turned around to face Connor, tiptoeing. (Y/n) grabbed the deviant by his chin, squinting at his face in worry as she tilted it downwards. "Shit, I'm so sorry. Did she hurt you? I mean, of course she did, damnit, but does it hurt? Anything? We can go to Zlatko's, I'll pay-"

Taken aback by her actions, Connor moved out of her soft grip and furrowed his brows. "I'm alright."

"I didn't think Odin would-...it's all my fault. Fuck." She bit her lip and looked down, fidgeting with her hands. "I'm sorry."

"But I proved myself." He retorted, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"For what? They almost killed you! And if they actually would've, I couldn't have done anything!" She almost shouted, grabbing Connor by his shoulders, her hands squeezing into the material of the coat.

If Connor would've still had his LED, he was sure it'd be blinking red. He couldn't understand. Hadn't he done his job? Why was (y/n) unhappy with it?

"Nevermind, this...I shouldn't. You did good, Connor. Let's get to work."

Though she did end up saying what he wanted to hear, it didn't exactly feel the way he had pictured it. The deviant still couldn't pinpoint what exactly about her sentence had taken away the blissful feeling a compliment left behind, but there was something.

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Hard bass pounded against his chest, numbing his audio processors, the smell of alcohol and sweat in the air. Bright colors flashed before his eyes, a harlequin, yet master disorder of lights.

He had been in a club before, a sex club, for that matter, but this was something else. Crowded, too crowded, people all around him brushing against each-other, silent snickers and insinuating glances swallowed up by the music.

A tug on his sleeve drew his attention over to (y/n), who took his hand in hers, pressing something into his palm before letting go. A small bag.

"Watch." (Y/n) mouthed, then disappeared into the crowd of dancing people. Connor didn't even bother scanning them, his processors too overloaded by the inconsistent mix of both mechanical and human parts, rubbing up against each-other to the rhythm of the music.

She made her way over to what Connor identified as a woman, human parts, starting their wordless conversation with a cheeky smile. The woman answered with a similar gesture, moving to bump her hip against hers. (Y/n) wrapped her hand around the woman's waist, buried the other in her hair, pulling her against herself to say something in her ear.

The woman nodded and laughed, pressed a chaste kiss to (y/n)'s neck, then took her hand, intertwining their fingers.

(Y/n) lingered around for a little while longer, raising her hands in the air to the hard beat of the bass, returning the small affections she received from the woman, such as small kisses or insinuating touches over her clavicle and neck. After that, she pulled her in close, said something among the lines of "Have fun" , squeezed her hand once more and swaggered away, timing her steps to the music.

Seconds later, (y/n) had returned by Connor's side with a sly, proud smile. She wrapped one hand around Connor's neck, slithered her hand between their chests so that only they could see it and twirled a 100 dollar bill between her fingers.

"Bet you didn't even see me give her the stuff." The young woman tiptoed to speak against his ear, over the music.

And indeed, he hadn't.

Connor could only stare at the money, unsure about how to feel.

This was illegal. He had been programmed to stop things like this. Yet here he was, doing the exact opposite. This was most certainly what humans defined as irony.

"You try." (Y/n) added with a reassuring pat on his back and let go of his frame. "I'll help."

She linked her arm around his, and dragged him through the masses of people, towards what Connor recognized as the middle of the dance floor.

"Don't be so nervous, just move along to the beat." She smiled and took his hand in hers, lifting it above her head and doing a pirouette.

Reluctantly, Connor began moving his shoulders, swaying along to the bass of the song.

"There ya go!" She chuckled and reached for his hands, putting them on her waist. Warmth bubbled up in Connor's chest. Suddenly, moving to the rhythm felt like the most natural thing in the world, like breathing or the beating of his thirium pump. This must've been what being human felt like. "Fun, right?"

Connor nodded shyly, inhaling the stagnant, heavy air, squeezing the cloth on (y/n)'s hips, reveling in the fanning of her breath against his collarbone.

"Here comes a potential client." She tapped the juncture of his shoulder to gain his attention and nodded to her right.

Connor's head whipped around, following the direction she had gestured towards.

Thick lashes, thin, high brows, glasses, long, luscious purple hair, thin, tall, somehow lanky. Android components. Directly staring at him.

Well then.