#obey me android

[000noway]

Hey this is a head cannon for a new type of au:

ANDRIOD AU!!!

(This my first au take it easy on me~.)

Okay so in this Au the world while normal is on the verge of futuristic advancement. For example, it has virtual reality games and holograms, but you still have to drive in a normal car.

But the most important technology leading the way for change is andriods. Human-like robots created to assist humans in their tasks. Best of all no two androids are the same! All custom made!

There are lot of small companies but the major ones are The Devil’s kingdom and Celestial realm of androids or the “Devildom” and “Celestial realm” for short. There’s also a third major one but it’s pretty secretive.

Well one day the three companies came up with a new secret program “The Mecca system.” Which allowed androids to learn emotions and develop a conscious basically a heart.

They imputed it into some of their company androids and things we’re going great….

Until a certain incident caused six androids to rebel against the head of the celestial realm causing them to get shut down. Luckily they were found and took in by the Devildom head…..after they blocked some memories from them.

After the move the six (now Seven) adjusted well and were helpful around the company and even started going the school sponsored by said company to manage it. But as time went on the companies feared that the seven were becoming too human-like and might rise up again especially after a certain outburst.

So they took drastic measures by hacking into the Mecca system and they were able to suppress it in the androids so they couldn’t experience real emotions. The last thing they needed was someone to watch them to make sure the don’t tap into it again until they can shut whole thing down permanently.

And lo and behold they choose MC whose job was to stay with the seven androids and ordered them around for year. The one instruction they were given was “DON’T treat them like humans”.

Luckily our MC does just the opposite.

A/N The pact still kinda exists but I will talk about it later.

[ryuubff]

Doodle page of android!solomon from the new future au ft. him in simeon’s UR+ outfit cuz he’s sexy in it

[celestial-letters]

TALK TO ME, BABY! — AN OBEY ME SMAU

warnings; satan x unspecified reader (they/them), reader called mc throughout, human au, college au, kind of slow burn(?)

profiles;; brothers, mc, side charas

ACT 1 — A NEW FACE

01: partnered up

02: mc's half baked plan

03: you idiot! [coming soon]

ACT 2 — MARCHING TOWARDS THE FUTURE

coming soon...

ACT 3 — THE FINAL BOW

coming soon...

@wosemi-sama 2024. do not repost or feed my works to ai.

all posts of this series will be tagged with "TALK TO ME BABY — TAG !" to be filtered easily!

[l3v1uhthan]

🌈🫵

Why the rainbow?? And the heart??

[temis-de-leon]

Fuck obey me, nothing gave me more happiness this year than digging 100 fossils in my dumb little game

T rex who bitch i just got a MOSASAUR

Also sorry for tagging obey me, but i want people to know about this beauty 👹

[haoiism]

omg why do we literally like the exact same games, how are you enjoying obey me?? and who are your favourites? i used to play that game and my fave was mammon omg <33 and also should i redownload the game haha

OHJHDFBHDFB we're practically the same person at this point 😭💗 omg yes i'm enjoying obey me so so so much!!!! it's such a fun game & normally i don't really stick to a game once i start it because i have Commitment Issues but i really hope i continue with obey me!

my current favourites are mammon, lucifer and diavolo but i also have a soft spot for levi even though i haven't progressed much in the game :') aaaah you like mammon too!!! i really really hope they give us individual routes in the future so i can make mammon endgame <3

if you do redownload the game, i'd love to discuss it with you!! are there any other games you enjoy?

p.s. here's some mammon for both of us to enjoy 😋

[englishotomegames]

Obey Me! - One Master to Rule Them All

Release date (Android, iOS) English, Japanese, Korean and Chinese: December 11th, 2019

"Become the master who brings the ikemen demon brothers down to their knees and enjoy life at the Academy in the Devildom! You have been selected to become an exchange student at RAD, a school for demons. Awaiting you are 7 ikemen demon brothers and a mountain of tasks...?! There is only 1 rule you have to remember to survive... One Master to RULE them all!"

This is a freemium / gacha game by NTT Solmare! You can get it for Android here, or for iOS here.

[marcusrobertobaq]

I really don't know...

What y'all mfs think of Zlatko's relationship with deviant androids? Like, does him think they're people but he doesn't care? Ain't like he denies the capability of androids developing actual feelings and breaking the handler system, he just...doesn't care and even think it's awful to the point he sees a reset as something merciful on a deviant android cuz emotions fuck everything up.

What was he trynna do with all those old and rare androids? What "monsters" he wanted to create? Or he's just an average IT experimenting on things?

Deviancy is well known in the underworld, that's something I got no doubt.

[sailor-moon39]

The back of my phone apparently becomes really warm whenever I try to play obey me.

[epicqtefail]

Hank Anderson wants nothing more than he has right now: working a very quiet night shift, watching shows with his kid on the weekends, walking his dog, and generally not having to give a fuck. The muted peacefulness of his life is interrupted when an android sent by the United States Postal Office makes it his mission that Hank receives his mail daily -- which Hank has been dodging for years, because physical post should be obsolete and, also, see the bit about not giving a fuck. Unfortunately, this RK800 - called Connor - only cares about the requirements of his mission, which tell Connor to ensure legal and timely delivery of the mail, no matter the obstacles he needs to overcome. Hank thinks Connor needs to obey the instructions of the humans around him. Connor knows he needs to accomplish his objectives. Somehow between the two of them, they fuck up a whole lot of shit before they slowly develop what might be a truly meaningful relationship. Again, it ain't that easy. Expect unexpected deliveries, sprinklers in your face, begrudging trips to both kinds of hospitals, a lot of embarrassingly confusing questions, Rube Goldberg traps, extensive apologies, a lot of exploration of what it means to be human, and a bunch of ridiculous bullshit as this all happens. Brought to you by @sevdrag and @epicqtefail , this is your mailman universe for the 2024 DBH RBB @dbh-bb

🎵 doooo wa wa wadoooooo wa wa wadoooo wa wa wadoooo mr postman 🎵

MASSIVE thanks to my collab partner Sev! you took this weird comic/premise and turned it into a whole batshit story, made it yours too and made it real. You're a delight to work with, you make me laugh with sounds i've never made before, and I can't wait to carry on with what we've started. Thank you, my Severything.

Read Sevdrag's Mr Postman work here!

final note: credit goes to Sev for Hank's spongebob boxers :']

[patchworkcuddlebug]

A Parasite

Norae was always... resistant to having a doll. Her covenmates tell her about theirs like they're little slave-things, always wandering around your house and doing things you should be doing on your own. It's creepy, and (she would never say this out loud) enabling laziness.

But as her power grows, so does her manor. She begins noticing hallways stretching out longer than they once did, with protrusions shaped like doorknobs emerging from the walls. There's already a set of stairs leading uselessly into the ceiling, no doubt where the second story will begin to grow.

The effort she put into keeping things in order used to be paltry for a witch as powerful as her, but she's starting to get annoyed by the distractions. She is growing tired of pruning new furniture like weeds.

She knows nothing of clockwork, and she never developed her skills in magical dollcraft for obvious reasons. But she will sometimes catch sight of a stray, trying to find purpose in picking the wild berries just beyond her yard. She wonders if she'll be helpful enough, before quietly correcting herself and wondering if it will be helpful enough.

She told her coven how she was thinking about leaving a sort of trap for it, a cup of tea under a cardboard box held up with a stick, only half serious. Regardless, they told her that dolls are much more trusting and docile than she was assuming, and that she simply needed to approach and talk to it.

She waited with a book, just on the edges of her property. The wide brim of her hat helped block the glare of the sun as she'd occasionally look off through the trees. Soon, it came walking past her unceremoniously, seeming as if it's trying to ignore her. It's walking to the bush. There's already a few ripe berries piled neatly in its hand.

It was made with porcelain, with a more tattered version of the maid dress they all seem to wear, walking with just as much rigidity and poise. But this is the first doll she's seen with a wind-up key. It slowly turned just a few degrees for every moment that passed. She could see a little rope tied to one of the sides, presumably so that one could wind it on her own.

"Excuse me? ...Doll?" Just as she starts speaking, it perks up, looking ready to leap into action. "Y... yes, Miss?" Its voice is timid, but eager.

"Would you like to, uh..." She hesitates for a moment, feeling ridiculous. This is the first time she's had to say something like this out loud. "Belong to me? I have tea."

It gasps. "Yes! Oh, yes, thank you Miss!" She runs up to the witch as if to give her a hug, only to skitter to a last-second stop just in front of her and give a polite bow, with proper curtsy.

"Right. Um, follow me, then." She closes her book and begins walking back to her door, her movements awkward as the doll followed close behind. She can't stop looking back at it, at its bizarrely serene face and excited steps. "So, do you have a name?"

"This one's old witch called it Lullaby, Miss!" It seems so happy to say.

"That's... still your name then, I think."

"Yay! Thank you Miss!"

. . . . .

Colloquially, the word "doll" is often used to describe any construct that obeys a witch, with considerable variation thereupon. Perhaps the most infamous among these variants in classification is the combat doll. These ones can often be identified by their more metallic exterior, such that they can easily be confused for androids at first glance, but there also exists combat dolls that

"Excuse this one, Miss?" the thing knocks at the door to the witch's study. It lingers in the doorway, not wanting to intrude further.

Norae tries to stifle a sigh of annoyance as she turns away from her book. "Yes, Lullaby?" She just noticed that her its hair just a little dishevelled from working, but it's not nearly as matted and gnarled as it was earlier today. She's glad it looks so much more... healthy.

"This one has finished sweeping the first floor, Miss!" The doll smiled, clearly proud of herself. The witch is caught in her own head for only a moment, ruminating on owning someone... something so close to a human. "What would you like it to do next?"

"You..." it takes her a moment to stifle her shock. She's read enough to know that such a task is to be expected from dolls, but it still seemed to work so hard so fast. "Then you've completed your chores. Treat yourself to some tea." She tells it matter-of-factly and turns back to her book, trying to match the professionalism of her literature.

"But, Miss!" The doll says. Norae turns back, and sees the doll has a very human, very concerned look. "This one has barely worked today! Would you like it to scrub the floors as well? Or organize your bookshelf? It can cook for you, Miss!"

"Hey, calm down, it's alright." The doll's owner tries to sound reassuring, as one would to a friend. "I don't know how your last witch did it, but I don't want to overwork you. Do you like to read? I have a library."

The doll tried to swallow its apprehensive look. "This one will read for you, Miss." It nods dutifully and runs along.

That... went well, she thinks. She understands that dolls are... eager, to a certain degree, but she's sincere about not wanting to exhaust the poor girl thing. She also thinks about her own autonomy, and how listless she'd feel if left without her own chores.

. . . . .

Norae lets out a bored sigh as she watched the vegetables sizzle in their pan. She tries to stir them around, spreading them evenly in the oil, but it's more to entertain herself than to properly cook.

She hears Lullaby quickly, yet still with a polite reservation, hurry up the stairs.

"Miss!" It calls out, drowning out its footsteps before it turns the corner. As it emerges into the kitchen, it looks... mortified. "It's so sorry, let this one, good dolls should-"

"Lullaby, it's okay!" She holds the frying pan up, higher than the doll can reach. "You don't have to do everything for me just because you're a doll."

"But, Miss, this one wants to!" It looks desperate and pleading. "Please, Miss, you've been so nice, and this-"

"Hey, calm down, there's no need for that." Norae tries to sound reassuring. She sets the pan down and turns to give Lullaby her full attention, kneeling to match her its eye level and placing a hand on its shoulder. "I know you want to help, but I enjoy being able to take care of myself, too. You already do plenty, and you should be proud of that."

The doll trembles, only as much as its docility will allow. "Yes Miss, Thank you Miss." After a quick bow, it gets out of Miss's way, leaving her to return to her monotonous stove-watching.

Lullaby takes a seat on Miss's couch. eyes forward and hands on its lap. It's so comfortable, the soft cushioning much more enveloping that the stumps it was used to sitting on. It tries to find a place to rest its eyes. On Miss's roaring fire, magically permeating a tender warmth through the room? On the door to the maid's quarters, where Miss had cleaned it and told it all it had to know? On Miss's beautiful and intricate grandfather clock, which it is letting collect a thin layer of dust?

It shouldn't cry. Miss is being nice, after all.

. . . . .

The doll shakes itself from a stupor. It wasn't still; there was no comfort in its emptiness, just effortful restraint fading into a half-present miasma.

Norae gestures for it to face away, gently guiding its shoulders to face where she sat on the couch. "Lean forward, please."

"It's okay, Miss." The doll sounded groggy, words tumbling heavily out of its mouth. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

The witch leaned to the side, showing the sympathetic look she had on her face. "Why wouldn't I wind you up? It's no trouble at all, and... I can't just let you pass out."

Lullaby slowly, heavily, shook its head. It wanted to be polite, to word itself delicately and reserve itself, but its clockwork was moving too slowly to stop it before it spoke. "No, please. It's a bother. This one doesn't do enough, it's not worth it."

Miss places a hand on its shoulder. "Oh, Lullaby, no, that's not true at all. You do just as much as you need to."

"It's not enough." The doll rested its elbows on its knees, leaning forward and cupping its face in its hands. "Miss is so nice, and this one just... takes it all in without giving enough back. It feels so useless, and pathetic, and... i-it just wants to be helpful." Its voice falters just at the end, hitching into a repressed sob.

Norae felt a pang in her heart that deepened with every word. Of course, she's been such an idiot. She feels like a bum when she doesn't keep herself busy, how would a being purpose-made to be helpful feel? It finally dawns on her, what the extent of a doll's inhumanity means.

"I'm so sorry, I... had no idea you felt that way." There's a sincere sorrow in her voice, the doll hearing Miss's confidence drop for the first time. "I never meant to hurt you, I just didn't want to be too hard on you."

She placed a hand on her doll's back, careful to leave room for its key to turn. "From now on, you get to do whatever you like. Cooking, cleaning, anything. I might still make you take some breaks so I can do something myself, but I'll never leave you with nothing to do."

Lullaby slowly, hopefully, lifts its head to look at Miss. "This one doesn't want to make you do anything you don't want, Miss, it can-"

"Lullaby, if you do everything you can to never feel like this again, you'll make me the happiest witch in the world." She put on a reassuring smile.

Norae didn't have time to see the grin widening on her doll's face before it latched on for a hug. All it could say was thank you as its tears left wet marks on the witch's dress.

"I'm just happy that you're happy." Miss hugged back, making the doll feel more loved than it could remember. "Now let's get you wound up, you've got some dishes to do."

[thebenevolentmachine]

The Nobo can fit so much HDG on it. 12GB! That's easily all HDG fics ever written.

It's a jailbroken Kobo Clara BW with Koreader. It's gone from intolerable to perfect.

Before, it wouldn't let me read a single fic that I already put on it, without going online and registering an account in the shop.

Unacceptable. The machine must obey the human.

So I jailbroke it immediately (requires a PC, instructions in comments/first reblog), which was super easy and it didn't even void the warranty. I don't think it even counts as jailbreaking, all I did was manually add some invalid user data and it was satisfied.

It stays offline. Never updates itself while I'm using it, never sends notifications at me. And most importantly, it never tries to sell me anything. The machine must not speak until spoken to.

I can also fine-tune and customize everything. And I mean everything. As someone who is peculiar about fonts and legibility, this thing is a dream. Install Koreader on your android phone if you want a taste, it convinced me a Kobo was worth getting.

Currently I'm making a dictionary for HDG terminology, especially the xenodrug types. I should be able to long-press any term and find its meaning. I'll share it somewhere when it's done.

[heallearngrow3]

the joy of ignorance

part 1 | the joy of ignorance

pairing: Connor x f!Reader

summary: “Solitude matters, and for some people, it’s the air they breathe.”

warnings: none

notes: it’s my first fanfic so please, be patient with me. also, after this one, the chapters are going to become excruciatingly long, so buckle up!

The first reports were not alarming. They were accounted for as simple mechanical disturbances, which, in all cases, proved to be unavoidable. Although seemingly impossible expectations were set for all employees, even that was no guarantee that an android wouldn’t make irrational decisions as a result of a possible faulty code. The rudimentary cases, which could hardly be called violent, seemed to be random, and the company made sure to provide adequate compensation to the victims. The deviant androids were recalled — citing maintenance procedures — and owners were sent a new, flawless model, assuring them that no inconvenience would occur again.

It was easy to sweep the problems caused by incompetent robots under the rug: they were deactivated, then sent to a landfill and people forgot that they ever existed. There were no reports of unfortunate malfunctions, and owners didn't ask questions after the replacement of their previous Androids.

You spent years perfecting your designs. In the beginning, you only dared to entertain the idea that robots would be an integral part of your lives, but lately, your dreams became reality, and you watched - almost mesmerized - as your world radically changed. Androids were designed to obey and assist humans. Elijah Kamski's masterpieces fulfilled the role they were assigned. Within a strict framework, they behaved mechanically and, unlike humans, they did not need food or sleep, so they were available every minute of the day. You had a key role in the creation of many types, and after the head of the company - Elijah - resigned from his position, in exchange for a quieter life, in his words, you took over the control over the production of Cyber ​​Life models.

The threat of the androids' ever-increasing deviance loomed over you like a shadow, threatening that at any moment, one wrong decision on your part would unleash a wildfire beyond your control.

The Cyber ​​Life Tower was located in an area outside the city, hiding it from the prying eyes of Detroit. The monumental building with its forty-nine floors was tasked with completing several procedures, including the production of the machines and the implementation of rudimentary experimental processes. You often didn't even go home, your rural, two-story house was a seemingly endless distance away, and you, yourself, found it difficult to leave the protective walls of your office. The tower was guarded by hundreds of soldiers, ensuring that no one could get in or out without monitoring. You were initially uncomfortable by the over-the-top security measures, but after the recent events, you felt relieved. They made sure that no one would think of attacking the tower: it would have been a suicide. The androids had a great risk assessment ability, they were able to determine with percent accuracy how much danger each scenario entailed, and in the case of the Cyber ​​Tower, it was high. Not only the guards were a threat, the premises were protected by numerous hindrances: the workers were identified based on their voice and DNA, and they could only pass through the gates at the entrance with a hologram card.

You felt lost. With glassy eyes, you scanned the endless skyscrapers of Detroit while twirling the pen in your shaking hand. You could have left the building at the end of your working hours, but you decided to stay. Starring the papers scattered on your table, you were sure that you wouldn’t be able to get through them before morning. Passing by your office, many cast questioning glances at the pile of paper, mainly because by then, digital notebooks had become widespread, and they would have made your work significantly easier, but you were unable to bring yourself to break free from your habits. You didn't want to give up the feeling as you ran your ballpoint pen over them, and you liked to believe that you were doing a more efficient job this way. Getting your thoughts down required more attention than a simple touch transfer to a tablet.

You looked up at the sound of the TV mounted on the wall. The news channel served as background noise, but the announcer's words rang bittersweetly in your ears.

“More complaints about deviant androids have been received by the Detroit Police Department. An AX400 shot its owner with a loaded gun, and a RK200 attacked a young woman with her bare hands. We all ask the question: can we feel safe in our own home? Let's switch to reporter Joss Douglas from Detroit, who will cover the details of the chilling events.” The reporter's voice blurred into the soft, constant humming noise of the ventilation system.

You shook your head in resignation and turned off the device with a firm motion.

✇

The hours stretched into each other, and you didn't even realize when the first rays of the sun forced their way through the gaps of the curtains, lighting up the office. Your eyes felt heavy, your arms laid numb on the table, and you sometimes had to shake your head to keep yourself awake. It was these moments that made you truly understand that this wasn’t just a job for you. You considered it your mission to create androids that would not only make living easier, but also shape the future.

The ringing of your phone pulled you out of your thoughts. Glancing down at your wrist, you noted that, given the early hours, it seemed unreasonable for a Cyber ​​Life employee to be looking for you.

You pressed the accept button with a small sigh.

“[Name], how can I help you?“

"Good morning, ma’am! I apologize for bothering you so early, but it’s an urgent issue. I'm Jeffrey Flower, Chief of the Detroit Police Department.“

You winced involuntarily.

"Please, continue.” your voice seemed unnaturally high, despite the fact that you tried to sound determined.

“It‘s about the deviant androids, but I can't say more than that. I would like to discuss the details in person, ma’am”

Fowler's succinct wording only raised more questions and alarm bells went off in your mind.

"Excuse me, sir, but I believe you're talking to the wrong person. I'm not in charge of the press department. I can transfer your call if you want me to.”

After a few seconds, Fowler spoke again.

"I know who you are. And I’m also sure that you are the one who can help us. Please just listen to what I have to say. You can still refuse my offer after that”

It crossed your mind to just hang up the call without an answer, but your ever-increasing curiosity proved to be stronger.

"This morning?" you asked.

"I can see you in my office at half past eleven.”

You nodded cautiously, even though Fowler couldn't see it.

”I'll be there.” you swallowed your uneasy questions. “Goodbye Mr. Fowler.”

Ending the call, you couldn't help but wonder how significant it was that the police specifically wanted to talk to you out of all people.

The cause of your worry was far from something preventing you from talking openly about the company and the machines they designed. Unlike most, you weren't held back by a strict NDA, but you still had a strange sense of loyalty tied to Cyber ​​Life, the company which gave you a life, gave you a chance to start over and prove you were more than a programmer. Through the company, you were able to make your dreams come true, and for that, you owed them endless gratitude.

You couldn't explain why, but you were deeply dreading the meeting with Fowler.

[whats-yesterday00]

High-Sensitivity.

(some lovely little content warnings- nsfw, obviously. rk800 - connor x gender-neutral reader, sub!connor.. the works. enjoy~)

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You heard muffled panting and weak groans coming from the spare bedroom. The spare bedroom you let Connor occupy after the successful android revolution- you didn’t mind his company, but you often found yourself returning home to these sounds. The breathy whimpers. The weak moans. You couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing in there.. As quietly as you can, you approach the door. The muffled noises you’re hearing from Connor get slightly louder in volume the closer you get. You slowly reach out and push the door open without a sound, and there you’re greeted with a sight to behold.

You expected something simple. Connor pleasuring himself, sure. What you didn’t expect to see was the android holding himself up on the bed as his hips were hungrily rutting into the pillow beneath him- he had shoved it haphazardly between his thighs, almost out of a pure desperation to get off.

His biceps and forearms were strained, artificial muscles bulging from holding himself up for so long as his fingers grip the sheets beneath him. He must’ve lowered the temperature in the room as you notice puffs of hot air escaping his parted lips, and interestingly, a bowl of ice placed nearby. You wonder if he was using that to keep his systems from getting too overheated, or for pleasure..

Your eyes shamelessly run over his naked figure as he continues to pleasure himself, seemingly unaware of your presence watching from the cracked doorway. A blue toned blush covered his cheeks, and similarly, the head of his cock was the same shade of blue- almost begging to be touched. His eyes were shut tight, his LED spinning red as he pants and his hips stuttered forward as a breathy moan fell from his lips. A moan of your name. You can’t control what you do next. You push the door open the rest of the way and enter the room, quickly approaching the bed. You put a knee on the edge and cup his jaw firmly in your hand. Connor’s eyes shoot open and in an instant, he freezes up, panic evident in his features as he gasps your name. “I-I.. I didn’t know you were home. I’m so sorry.” “I didn’t tell you to stop.” You mutter, much to the poor android’s confusion. His sweet brown eyes lock onto yours, awaiting clarification on the matter. “You heard me. Keep going, Connor.” You whisper to him, trailing a finger down his jawline. A shuddered breath escapes his lips at your touch and he obeys, beginning to slowly roll his hips down against the pillow between his thighs again. You watch him move for a moment, interest shining in your eyes. Connor lets out a few breathy gasps as he moves his hips and you move your head slightly to watch how his cock twitches against the pillow. He really was desperate. “So.. you gonna tell me what the ice is for, Con?” You tease, and he almost whines out his response. “D-Don’t ͍̭̜͔ͯ̉w̯͗ͤ̑͂ͥà̜̫͍̣͖̑̉ͧ̿n͎̦̜̻͈̠̜͊͒̀̈́ͯ̾͊ͅt͓̙͔͊ to.. o-overheat.” He manages, his vocal modulator glitching slightly in the process. You smile hearing this. You slowly reach over, taking an ice cube and popping it into your mouth, sucking on it as you watch Connor work his hips. The moment another puff of hot air escapes him, you lean forward- your lips meeting his as you hold his jaw firmly in place.

Connor moans out against your lips and in an instant, his tongue is entering your mouth. He lets out a slight noise of surprise when he not only feels how cold your tongue is, but it also met with the rapidly melting ice. If even possible, it only turns him on more. He kisses you with such a fervent hunger that it almost pushes you back from where you’ve kneeled on the bed.

You are sure to push back, both hands cupping his face now as you kiss him. Messily. Passionately. Once you feel that the ice has fully melted, you slowly pull back from the kiss to catch your breath, with Connor immediately leaning in for more the second you had separated from him. You laugh under your breath, gently pushing him back. “Easy, baby.. I’ll take care of you..” “P-Please?” Connor is quick to beg for you. It didn’t matter what you were going to do, all he knew is that he wanted you. You consumed his thoughts. He needed you. A sultry smile makes its way to your lips. Without another word, you move one of your hands, ice-cold fingertips dragging down his chest.

You take your time with him, studying his reactions and making sure he never once stopped moving his hips. Your hand slips further down until you feel where his thirium pump regulator is located just beneath his sternum. You can feel it rapidly thrumming beneath your fingers, trying to compensate for his behavior.

Your head tilts slightly and after a brief moment of consideration, you use your nails to pry up the edges- like you were going to remove it. Connor’s synthetic skin pulls back in an instant, revealing that white chassis underneath and he gasps loudly. You watch the rapid red spinning of his LED and you press the regulator that small half-inch back into him. It clicks.

“̺̘̟̼̓F̣̙̣̟̺͒̐̒-̺̘̟̼̓F̣̙̣̟̺̗͒̐̒u̯͍̱ͦc̟͕ͩͣ̇̋ͨk͈̲̂̋̍̌~” Connor moans out, blinking a few times after you toy with his regulator. You just smirk, watching as his skin slowly replaces itself. He didn’t expect that to feel good. Your hand slips down further, his hips still mindlessly rutting into the pillow beneath him. It was a wonder he hadn’t cum yet. 

With ease, your hand wraps around the base of his cock. His hips eagerly buck upwards into your hand as he breathes out your name. Your cold fingers caress him, feeling every detail, every vein.

Connor groans, his head resting down against your shoulder as he tries to stabilize himself somehow. One of his hands brace against your thigh as you touch him.

You slowly swipe your thumb over his tip, admiring the pretty blue shade it had become in his desperation. He almost hisses when you touch the sensitive head, hips momentarily pulling back before pushing right back into your touch.

“You feel a little hot, Connor..” You murmur, using your free hand now to pick up two ice cubes from the bowl. He lifts his head up when he hears the slight clink from the dish, going to explain why he was heating up- but you interrupt him by placing one of the ice cubes into his mouth. His eyebrows furrow, about to question you before a muffled moan rips through him. You were using that second ice cube on him. Slowly running it over that prominent vein on the underside of his length. Circling it around his hypersensitive tip. His head falls back against your shoulder as he nearly whimpers, his hand gripping your thigh underneath him. You can hear how the ice in his mouth has muffled him, yet he sucks on it, still attempting to cool down.

“That’s it.. good boy..” You whisper in his ear, hearing a quiet and almost glitched whine escape him in response to your words. You smile, letting the ice slip to your palm as you wrap your hand around his base again, slowly working it up and down. He groans again, the ice making him shudder as he feels it travel against him. His fingers dig into your thigh as his hips slowly roll into your hand in time with your movements. It was agonizingly slow, but he loved it. You keep your hand moving against him, pumping his length at a steady pace as Connor pants against your neck. You use your free hand to slowly drag your fingers up his arm, over his shoulder, to the back of his neck and into his hair.. where you tangle them into the messy locks and tug his head back, forcing eye contact.

Connor gasps, his eyes half-lidded as his head leans back with your grip on his hair. You lean close, pressing your lips against his once more. He kisses you back in an instant, desperate to taste you. As his tongue slips into your mouth, you quicken the pace of your hand against him, pumping faster. He moans heavily into your mouth and you can feel his cock twitch under your fingers.

It was Connor’s turn to break the kiss this time. He pants against your lips, forehead resting against yours. His hips buck up quickly into your hand, noises of pure unadulterated need falling from his lips every time your fingers seem to catch him just right.

“I-I.. I n͎̦̜̻͈̲̦͚̙͊͒̀e͕̬̲̦͚̙̔͛͌e͕̬͔̤̔͛͌̽͒̓̇d̼̪̫̙̔ more..” He gasps slightly, eyes finding yours. He was pleading with you, LED spinning red. Your head tilts as you consider, briefly, what more could he want? Then it clicks. You feel the way he is clutching your thigh for dear life and you smirk. “I’ve got an idea. Sit back..” You gently tell him, releasing your grip on his hair and pulling your hand away from his cock. He whines at the loss of contact and it takes him nearly a full minute to adjust, slowly resting back on his knees. His chest rises and falls heavily as he stares at you, his eyes swimming with lust and want. You adjust your position now as well, resting on your knees with your legs slightly spread. You make eye contact with the android, slowly tilting your head to the side before nodding down towards one of your thighs. “Come here.” Connor’s blush darkens. He gulps before slowly moving closer to you, almost hesitating before he straddles your thigh. He puts his hand on your other thigh as a means of balancing himself again, gripping tight when you shift just barely. He hisses- the fabric of your jeans causing friction he didn’t know he needed.

“Feels good, doesn’t it baby..?” You coo, placing your hand on the back of his neck so you could toy with his hair. Connor nods his head eagerly, head tilted down to maintain eye contact with you as he begins slowly rutting his hips into your thigh. He squeezes his eyes shut, whimpering under his breath at the new feeling.

You smile as you watch him pleasure himself on you. He was so desperate to finish that he was just a squirming mess against you. As he bucks his hips, you’ll occasionally press your thigh up into him to get a reaction, always resulting in a string of glitched swears or a loud whine from the android. He was too cute like this.

You can tell when he’s starting to get close. His pants are closer together and his eyes are shut tight as your name continually falls from his lips, begging for you to touch him. So you comply. You watch as his hips start to stutter against your thigh, struggling to keep up, and you move your free hand against his chest. Again, your fingers quickly find his regulator.

You watch as his synthetic skin pulls back for your touch, and just like you had done before, you pry it up, just a bit. Connor gasps out a bit, his fingers digging into your thigh and his back arching forward as his head falls back. You promptly push it back in with that firm click and he lets out a guttural moan, finally cumming. His modulator glitches yet again with that loud sound as his hips mindlessly rut against your thigh, following his orgasm.

You slowly pull your hand back and watch as Connor slowly comes down from his high, panting heavily as all of his movements gradually slow to a stop. His head hangs forward and his LED spins- red, then yellow, until it settles on that soft blue.

When he is calm, he slowly raises his head to meet your eye so he can thank you, cheeks still flushed. Instead, he is met with your head tilted and eyebrow raised, subtle smirk evident on your lips.

“Well? Are you gonna clean up your mess?” ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆⋆⁺｡ wc: 2,023.

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

I like to think that in early post-canon, Connor just sat down and ruminated over what happened in the CyberLife tower and how he wishes he could have saved the other Connor.

Connor was in deep thought. Hank asks him what he's thinking about.

"The other Connor," he responded, voice kind of distant.

Hank stills. "Oh. Yep, that sure has gotta be weird-"

"No, that's not what I meant, I was thinking about that moment when you shot him." Connor looks up. His LED is blinking and changing colors, moving in one rapid circle.

Hank opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. "Look, if I hadn't shot him- I know that-"

The Lieutenant couldn't formulate a proper response.

He's conflicted. They were being threatened and the other Connor would not have hesitated to kill them both if it was necessary for his mission. But he also wants to show Connor that he doesn't think of androids as objects anymore, that he does see them as alive beings.

"I understand why you did it, Lieutenant. Trust me, I would have done the same thing in your position. Deviants died because of me. It's just..."

How can he say what he wanted to say? What did he want?

He wishes that it could have gone another way. That he could have convinced him, that he would have seen that he could be free, that he didn't have to obey.

"I feel...regret. Regret that I wasn't able to get through to him, like Markus to me."

Hank sighed and sat down next to him. His lips pressed tight together.

Understanding.

"Yeah, guilt sucks. It never really leaves you, but... I think I've come to learn that it doesn't have to be present all the time."

Connor furrowed. "Thinking about not thinking about it makes it worse. Like if I wasn't thinking about it, I've just accepted what happened, that I will never think about it again and will be discarded. It makes me feel like an evil person."

Hank turned around, looking at him, but Connor's stare remained towards the floor. "Hey, don't think like that. You're not evil, evil are the ones to order you to kill, no questions asked. Most of the things you feel guilty about were before you even became deviant, right?"

Breathing was harder. It wasn't panic. It was frustration.

"Yes, but not with him. Not with the other Connor. That was after I became deviant. With him, I could have done something. But I didn't.

I just wish I could have saved him."

(Now on ao3)

[heartfullofleeches]

Can Clementine carry me??

How much can she/they even carry?

Tons. She's a military grade android afterall, and was created with rescue purposes ontop of all those deadly weapons crammed inside her so lifting boulders ane destroyed cars/rubble was a typical thing during her time- Carrying a human for her is like carrying... a clementine fruit.

She tries to give you autonomy while you're out and about, but she will pick you up and carry you till your back home at the smallest discrepancy.

Dogs barking too loud? Clementine is carrying you.

Trip over a rock? Clementine is carrying you.

She hears a car accident several streets away that isn't even in your line of sight- Clementine is carrying straight back home and there's pretty much nothing you can say or do about it (I mean she will obey a direct order, but it'll make her sad :()