#connor concepts

[drakudoll]

taking a shower with Connor rk800? he's js all "I don't need to be cleaned" reader is js saying "Shut uppp" and he DOES as soon as her shirt is off. Gets immediately distracted and forgets about actually getting clean iykwim

Imagine thats the first time you see eachother naked oh lord.

oh

my

god

need that.

Him palming at your chest when you guys get into the shower- being like abnormally quiet about it too...

"A-are you.. okay?"

"Yes."

"...okay-"

and then he trails his.. hands.. lower 🤭

and now he's groping at your ass

again.. so fucking quiet still.

until he looks at you and you realize.

his LED.

Its bright pink.

oh? thats.. new?...

You genuinely didn not think you'd be here with a simple shower

he's got you bent over the bathroom sink while his fingers "explore" your cunt

testing what angles get the best sounds out of you..

still. quiet. stupidly quiet.

"J-jesus fucking-ah!- christ are you going to say an-anything?!"

"Yes, stay still."

and noooowww he's "testing" his new cyberlife new additions

he's got your jaw in his hand as he makes you look at him through the foggy mirror, watching your expressions as they change when he periodically thrusts deeper on purpose, finding your sqeaks and furrowed brows to be unlocking a feral side of his programming...- something humans experience.

MMEHDJWKJD AHHHH want thattt!!!!

[acid-ixx]

brutus: just a burning memory (villain au concept)

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

— masterlist !

a/n: just a tiny excerpt i want to post regarding this because i want more conner kent content but make it angst after i posted smth spicy HAHAH. guys plsplspls i encourage all the comments. hell, even a single one inspired me to write this little drabble. i may not reply to all of them, but i read and cherish them with all my heart 🩷 i've been writing more these days and it's interactions and comments that drive me to write even more for this fandom so please, i'm on my knees.

tags: @sweetconnoisseurgardener, @winter-world, @bunbunbread, @thypplover.

"sweetheart— you're..." his voice, unsure and wispy, comes out in little quivers. wide, blue eyes stare at the silhouette of your all-too familiar, yet foreign body.

how could he not remember you, when it is only your the thrum of heartbeats that he cherishes in his memories? the shape of your hips in his hands? the puff of your cheeks he burned into his retina every time he blinks?

yet now you're too stiff, too sharp and out of place, a hint of expertise on your pose, as if it's ready to fight him, conner, your once beloved.

what happened...?

there was no softness in the shape of your shadow, no hands that fight the urge to run to him just to feel the warmth of his body, no yielding gazes fluttering up nor your nuzzled head rested on his chest.

the scar of your sudden break-up burns into his flesh the more he witnesses you come out of the shadow of the walls you're disguised in.

too different, too familiar, the seams of his poorly stitched heart rip once he sees you, once angelic now looking like you've fallen from grace, still so beautiful, still so poised yet poisonous— if he couldn't handle losing you back then, then he couldn't handle your reunion now.

he couldn't, no, not ever. he could never handle just how truly beautiful his soulmate is.

and right in front of him stands you... and he falls in love all over and over again, yet feels the fresh sting of heartbreak from all these years ago.

conner couldn't believe what was in front of him.

"what? i'm alive? changed? somethin' else? don't be so afraid to tell me, kon-baby." a new accent, from a different city, spoken in that alluring voice of yours, too gritty and sharp as a knife. cold, unforgiving eyes stare up at him like he was in enemy lines. there was no sentiment in your glare, no softness nor familiarity in your words.

it chips away at his heart, little by little.

there weren't enough words to describe how much he missed you, the way your sullen tone lightens at his presence, how you perfectly fit like a puzzle piece in his arms, your head burrowing into his neck and smelling his perfume. you say it's the only scent that calmed you down, that made your heart flutter 'cause it reminds you of him, it made his heart buzz at the sweet words.

ever since then, kon always made sure to wear that treasured perfume every single day after your confession, even after your disappearance did the use of that scent surge into his apartment, invading his sensitive nostrils like the plague. the fear of forgetting you, the memories of your precious giggles and calm intakes of air with him echoing all day in his solitude without you.

he misses those soft moments.

but this? whoever this is standing face to face with him is not you, the sharp sting of your words sound completely foreign, your laughter, once fluttery, now sounds manic as if your past affection for him was you merely telling a joke. the nickname you called him, his nickname that you oh-so fondly call him tastes bitter in his tongue.

unbelievable... there's something different about you, it's not the same you he's looking at anymore. he takes away his sunglasses hanging just below his nose, yet the image doesn't change.

you don't change into your old self, his heart breaks just a bit more.

yet he couldn't find the heart to attack you, standing frozen in his spot to take in your still-so ethereal form in his eyes, afraid that you'll disappear again; despite tim's warning signals on the new face of a villain.

he couldn't, because it's still you he's looking at.

you're still his sweetheart.

even if you don't share the same feathery whispers your voice had all those years ago. it's sharper, it stings conner's ears hearing the parched grate of your words, but his hearing still picks up the familiar innocence hidden behind it all; stained by the putrid world, corrupted until what's left was evil that he was so accustomed to dealing with.

he doesn't know what hurts more: your dead eyes losing its once angelic light, or how the same eyes stares at him like there was no romance that sparked between the narratives of your lives in the first place.

"... oh, (name)-sweetie, please tell me what happened...?" it hurts to talk, he had thought those therapy sessions with his other teammates could help him rebound with the break-up, but years of anguish don't heal, it builds up and it breaks at the slightest reminder of the past. it'll hurt either way, nothing helps.

nobody could truly control your true feelings. not even yourself.

losing his first, his one and only true love, that made him feel like he's deserving of existing in this world, that united the scars of being human and kryptonian; never knowing which side you're bound to be— calling him by his name, so sweetly and lovingly, the flutter of your voice curing all ails, feeling like the soft breeze of spring kissing his skin.

the sudden withdrawal of it all, the emptiness and befuddling emotions that comes after, losing someone who held the lock and key to your heart, whilst no answers are supplied in your thoughts from all the mind-numbing questions swirling inside your head—

it could break anyone, and it had broken conner.

conner just couldn't bury the tightening knot on his chest, how his throat seems to close in on itself, or the tears that began stinging the corners of his eyes.

"well you said it yourself, baby. people change, time changes and nothin' ever stays the same."

you speak as if your words are absolute, you don't even bother pretending to be happy at your reunion, you don't see conner as your beloved anymore.

"this is... this shouldn't be..."

happening? or was there a clawing notion in his heart that hoped with even your eventual change, that you'll still cherish him with all your soul despite the transformation, despite turning into a wanted criminal from across the nation?

because he could've understood, the neglect from your family, the emotional and even physical abuse, the misunderstood arguments and unheard requests. in all your special occasions, your birthdays, hell, even graduations and important milestones in your life, you're mistreated and broken. conner understood what it's like being rejected by the people you idolize, it's what made him notice you in the first place.

he could've helped hide you in a more safer threshold so nobody could hurt you anymore. all he really wanted was to be your sole exception to the corruption in your heart.

after all, he's still a man in love, bound by the precious memories and the neverending affection he feels for you, his soulmate. nothing in the world can change his dedication to see you smile, no matter how crooked and sadistic it is now— he was charged by your presence alone; you are, and always will be his motivation.

but you don't cherish him, you're different in a way that treats him differently too. and he doesn't want that, he doesn't want to be denied your love that he seeks in this cruel world. you're the only person in this universe that could topple the walls in his heart.

conner doesn't want to stand in his spot, looking at you any longer. at your cruel, yet beautifully glowing eyes and your body that he wishes to rest his clammy fingers on. he wants to kiss you, he wants to touch and feel you personally, forget all the mishaps you both went through just to spend another night alone together under the moonlight, dancing with the breeze of gotham's polluted and singing to the shouts of its citizens...

now all the questions form into a singular entity. it's what shatters his heart to pieces in the end, because you refuse to answer still. you refuse with a sadistic smile and a harsh laugh, going off in a tangent he couldn't understand; he wishes to understand with what's going on in your brain.

conner just wants to understand you, even if you're different now, because he still loves you.

so what happened to you...?

who took away conner's precious sweetheart?

[silna-pdf]

And they were detectives together

[autiacorart]

my work for @dbh-bb!!!!

go and read @elreyciervo's story now!!! thank you so much for this awesome collab 💙💙💙

[tomwambsgays]

skin to skin

[frankedz]

For @rk1k-prompt-week's event

Prompt: Interface

[intricate-ritualz]

thinking about dear evan hansen again, thinking abt the connor x evan hate again but with new freak colored glasses. “connor lives au” okay whatever. why can’t evan have a weird freak relationship with connor’s “ghost” with the untouchable incomprehensible projection of himself he has created. why can’t we get confusing and weird with it. go fuck that physical manifestation of your guilt and shame and self hatred evan! slaayyyyy

[pastelaeqy]

I think I personally enjoy the bottom one a little more but I thought of the concept like 10 minutes after I finally got the colours and lighting to look decent so here's both.

[rking200]

Sometimes the only road to take is the darkest Sometimes the only way out is as a carcass

Happy 6th Anniversary, Detroit: Become Human! As always, you can find these gifs and more on the Connor and Markus pages of my Gif Archive.

[drakudoll]

The Connor hyper fixation is SO real

Imagine giving him his first bj. He’s got a million questions and concerns about damaging your throat, but the second tongue hits tip he shuts up. Overwhelmed by the pleasure like he’s never felt before, he can’t form words anymore just noises

UGH I NEED HIM RN

Foaming at the mouth oh god... 💭

warnings: overstim(?) bj, Connor being unintentionally rough- lol, probably forgetting something!

Giving Connor his first blowie was definitely... ahem.. oh boy.

- First off the questions are so much and so overwhelming so when you simply sit between his thighs while he's rambling on these stupid useless questions about if its safe or not and when you start trailing your hands up his work slacks he stutters- genuinely stutters as he speaks, quickly shutting his mouth as he realizes he's learning and adapting to human flaw as a deviant should be.

- feeling your nose brush into his clothed crotch sends him reeling as his hands grip the couch cushions underneath him, his legs spreading further apart with ease as you bite his soft, faux skin at his hips, Connor's eyes roll back slightly as he basks in the sensation. Connor's hands traveling to ghost over your shoulder and head as you sit there- kissing and biting his torso down to his thighs

- Connor makes a sound of surpise as your fingers hook into his boxers, (which Hank advised he wore for.. well.. instances like this one) slowly slipping them off as his surprisingly sizeable length practically smacks you in the face- you stare at it, analyzing how it looks, the intrest in his attachable 'accessorie' growing on you for god knows how long

- Connor's LED going a heated purple tone as his expression is a mix between worried and excited, worried you'll be turned off or something but excited because of your hot touch and the fact he's got a pretty thing between his legs which he never in a million years would've thought were to happen to him

- When he closes his eyes for a momment to help himself regulate his core systems and not freak out he gasps as his eyes fly open to see your mouth now swallowing about 60% of his 7.5 inches of length, his hands gripping your head and shoulder roughly- making you wince just slightly at the uncontrolled strength he used.

- Connor loosening his grip as he realizes and as he tries to apologize you sink further down, causing Connor to watch in awe and have his 'breath' caught in his artificial throat. Moaning around his length out of satisfaction it makes him jolt and spread this thighs further apart for you as his systems go through a series of resets and shutdown momments

- Once you start actually moving your hand and head against his length he's letting out groans and sounds you never wouldve expexted him.. let alone an android- to make at all. His reactions almost completely mimic a true human's reactions as his body grows shakey- whatever upgrades and changes cyberlife made to make them function exactly like humans to all degrees was definitely getting put to... good use.

- Connor's voice modulator goes into overtime as his voice grows almost a little staticy when he grows closer to what you think is him cumming you assume?...

- Connor quickly tries to pry you off but when you resist and it feels more and more intense he gives up and allows you to continue- uncontrollable breathing and soft moans slip from his mouth as grips the edge of the bed so tight you fear he might rip the sheets apart.

- When he finally gets to that point his eyes roll back and his frame twitches roughly as he hunches over you, his hands gripping you so violently that you think he's trying to purposely rip your hair out as he gasps and tenses up. You swallow the... sweet?... substance?...

- You move back, out of breath and definitely confused from the sweetness of whatever you swallowed as Connor tries to catch his breath to explain what the substance was until you blurt out

" ... blue.. raspberry... flavored.. semen?"

- You start laughing as you rest your head against his thigh as he explains poorly that the substance is a faux semen replicate but with a sweet blueraz aftertaste so that when people want to get.. well.. frisky with an android they arent completely grossed out afterwards

EJSJS this is kinda bad my apologies :(.

[nnicknnelsonn]

[kobadit]

Coin Trick Lesson Robocop / Detroit: Become Human Scene from the fic "Metal of Man" by jjdgssp

[prehistorictoast]

So I’ve been toying with a kinda Tim/Kon au and just kinda needed to draw them.

So like idk exactly how it’ll play out but basically Tim is a punk rock musician when he’s not being the face of a billion dollar company or Robin. Connor lives off of the bets from an underground boxing club (with the assistance of blue Kryptonite) while not being Superboy. Clark still hasn’t accepted him and he hasn’t been with Lex in months and is essentially homeless kinda living in the attic of the bar that host the fight clubs. While listening to his current favorite musician not knowing it’s his teammate.

Idk I’ll probably play with this idea more- I can just hear Tim singing “Sleepwalk” by Forrest Day. I’m sure the story would turn into them having to work together for whatever reason and eventually getting all the cute slow burn relationship stuff out of the way. Or you know maybe not even a ship thing and could just be a fun little story. Idk the movie Dinner in America really inspired me for this (not that is really has anything to do with the actual au but whatever)

[kingoftieland]

Michael Fassbender almost played THE LIZARD instead of MAGNETO?!? 🦎🧲

[simcardiac-arrested]

astute viewers might have noticed that i;ve been scpmaxxing lately. and so yesterday i rewatched confinement after like, 6-7 years? and the most bizarre thing about that show is that it was actually good. it was actually good.

[swinteroo]

Reality can be whatever I want and today it’s giving you an android tiefling from Detroit: Become Human and Baldur’s Gate :]]]

As indulgent as this was, I would still like to think this makes SOME sense lore wise? Perhaps the Hells began advancing on their automaton technology for the Blood War, leading to androids nearly indistinguishable from living people. Imagine the weird skin tech from DBH combining with magic and glamours - there’s gotta be some potential there

As for the horns, I wanted them to be kinda elegant - unnaturally pretty maybe - just like the androids in DBH. The LED would be replaced by glowing horn tips which can be broken off and filed down for the deviants that want to appear “normal”. I put a CyberLife symbol in its place simply cuz I was too lazy to find a way to make Connor still look recognizable otherwiselkfjdlsfds mb :,>

Anyway, food for thought :>