#bryan dechart imagine

[royalnavyart]

value study

ref: if you had been the moon (2009)

[the-deadrobin]

Just watched the BTS for Detroit: Reawakening and man, the cast is literally perfect. I genuinely cannot imagine anyone else as Gavin other than Chris Trindade at this point. And I never thought I'd be able to see anyone else as Connor/Nines other than Bryan Dechart but I was very much proven wrong with Maximillian Koger.

It's rare for me to be as invested as I am in fanfilms and I only have one other that I'm as enthusiastic about. This was perfect!

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Connor & Hank - County Roads Trip (AI)

(if you have troubles seeing this video you can check the YouTube link: https://youtu.be/WPTI5XK19AQ)

Happy TWENTY-EIGHT of May!

This is also my 28th Post here, on purpose XD

This song was made for the event of Detroit: Become Family 2024 and also for the fact I love this song heart and bones. Sit and relax and imagine these two characters going for a road trip while singing a song Country Roads. I hope you will enjoy this piece just as I do!

(it really deserves much better picture than this but no matter how I tried I just didn't manage to draw them nicely so I had to go for photomanip again... if somebody wants to ilustrate this song, I am all positive for it!)

For more songs check "L3-800 music" in the searchbar. = Disclaimer = This video contains making a real person appear to say something they didn't say. Please, don't use it for further remixes or claims! = Credits = -I spend quite the time and effort to create these but please be sure to also support the original artists of my reworks! Original song / John Denver, Jason Owen, Rosh Voisine, Kingsman Original performer/ Me AI voice / Bryan Dechart (Connor), Clancy Brown (Hank) AI voice model / made by me and Nodomatic Font / Carnevalee Freakshow Art / edited screenshots from the original game Detroit: Become Human = Use AI art with care and caution! = It's surely an amazing tool which must not be used in the wrong way! I promise my usage of AI voices will be only used for harmless fun and peaceful art like this.

[pantheshroom]

This may be random but Bryan Dechart looks exactly like how I imagine Robin Blyth.

Which is awkward because I also can’t unsee him as a CGI android from that one video game …

[aydaptic]

How do you think canon Nines is different from fanon Nines? Do we know enough about canon Nines?

Fanon Niner is 9/10 times just Con with a different name slapped on, an author self-insert, and/or Gary Stu.

Added for context: You almost only get more accurate depictions of Niner when the author heavily mischaracterizes others in the process. For example... in a fic with an "intimidating" Niner, Gavin Reed is OOC 9/10 times as he's fanon-depicted as a submissive, blushing teenage girl.

Quantic Dream, as mentioned before, has confirmed that Niner's canon personality is nothing like this. This is the source.

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"Imagine if Bryan Dechart was a bad guy. That's RK900. Imagine if Bryan Dechart wasn't super likable and sweet." | "Suddenly on set you tell him [Bryan] to be scary... but that's a good actor, isn't it? You say be a scary and intimidating figure and you just... his posture changed... the way he held his head changed and maybe that's the secret of that character's popularity." - Adam Williams

Paraphrasing, that means: "a bad guy" as well as "not likable, not sweet, but intimidating and scary."

There's nothing even remotely scary and intimidating about Con. He's an awkward doormat most of the time. Being awkward and/or a doormat takes away the intimidation factor immediately. So Niner being depicted as 'a doormat' is an oxymoron.

Before anyone tries to argue that Con "isn't a doormat..." say that with a straight face whilst remembering

Gav punched him in the thirium pump regulator (...and Con did nothing)

Gav shoulder-decked him (...and Con did nothing)

Hank slapped him across the face (...and Con did nothing)

Hank shot him (...and Con did nothing)

any of the times Hank verbally berated him (...and Con did nothing)

or any of the times Hank grabbed Con's collar (...and Con did nothing)

Con literally only stands up for himself when someone is a threat to his mission like the archive room and on the roof. That's it. Whether he's a doormat by choice or not is completely irrelevant.

Niner deserves his own canon personality respected -- as does any character -- and that's why I'm so vocal about this. My main reason for getting into writing my own fanfiction was that most ppl didn't respect the source material/canon characterizations.

[hoedameron]

heyyyyy bff did you hear about the bry*n dech*rt baby announcement,,,,,,,, and the dbh themed caption on the instagram post,,,,,,,,,,, help

imagine coming into this world and realizing your dad is bryan dechart who plugged his own twitch channel on your baby announcement ohhhhh I would be so fucking pissed

[detroitbecomeonline]

i have a messed up idea: imagine dbh2 or something and there's a moment where someone pulls connor up and goes "hey you look like bryan dechart" and connor is like "who"

and he finds bryan who's like 50+ years old and he sits down in his living room and bryan's like ":) nice to finally meet you" and connor's like "how does it feel that your appearance is the face of systemic oppression and your youth will never fade" and bryan's like ":)))) uh"

[sapphire-weapon]

Do you know if voice actors have the same liberties of slightly changing the dialogue and improvise a bit? I imagine is way more inflexible and strict but idk

ok i am very high but i will do my best to answer

it depends on the project

if the game is being dubbed, then no, the english voice actors have absolutely no say whatsoever. the english script was very carefully written so that it not only is translated correctly -- but also so that it stays in time with the original script. characters in english can only speak for as long as their original counterparts; there's no flexibility in adding a few more seconds to get a few more words out.

if it's something like RE where it's natively in english, actors can have very minor inputs here and there. nick very famously told a story about how the "bingo" line was almost cut from RE4make, but the line they'd written to replace it sucked and it didn't feel good/right for him to say, so he was able to convince the director to let him at least try the original line. and it worked.

but even still, he doesn't have a whole lot of freedom. everything that he would want to change would need approval because the actual writing staff is JP, so they need to make sure he's not overstepping in a way that fucks up their intentions because of cultural context differences.

and then there's shit like

detroit become human

where bryan dechart told stories about how he and clancy brown improvised so fucking much and it pissed off david cage to no end, but they didn't care and just kept doing it because like fuck david cage his scripts are garbage. and eventually david cage had to just kind of capitulate and keep some of that shit in the game because they just... didn't give a fuck and wouldn't behave LMAO

[vaingloriosa]

as far as i know bryan dmed some underage connor nsfw ccs on tiktok (you probably know the genre) asking them not to post explicit things about connor. not sure what the nature of these messages were but the kids posted publicly in a panic after talking about how they were doing bad things and how sorry they were

rather than address things such as this publicly he is known for dming fans (at least i've seen him do it on a handful of occasions and know ppl he has messaged) to ask them to be quiet about certain things and not engage with certain people in the fandom

so it's basically a power play bc he knows he holds this status with the cult following he has with his fans (many of them underage) and he will use it to his advantage like that to get them to do what he wants

i've actually never seen anyone else be critical of them so it is so relieving to see you and the other anon. i really wonder who this top donor is. they used to have another one, not sure if she is still in the streams since she quit the fandom but she probably donated tens of thousands of dollars to them. she was your typical white karen and had a total meltdown over "losing her power" in the fandom before quitting, but she was very beloved to them and would tell bryan/his mod team abt accounts she didn't like or felt threatened by, someone standing up to her was what caused her meltdown and subsequently quitting. not surprised if she is still donating to them or if history repeats itself and they gained another wealthy worshipper

i would go off anon but i am personally familiar with how these people are behind their wholesome unproblematic facade and worry for my safety, honestly it is so relieving just to talk about this since i have been carrying it for so long 😭 have been seeing them on my feed way too much recently with the baby, the way people go crazy for heterosexuality is insane. i feel so sorry for their child and wish they would just shut up, drop this whole connor thing and move on with their lives. but i guess bc of wealthy white women like the other anon said it must be lucrative. goes to funding their million dollar properties on occupied land i guess!

yeah, he could’ve gone about that situation in a way different matter. I get trying to settle something privately if it was personal but if it was about not posting explicit things of his character, especially from underaged fans (which I agree, they shouldn’t be doing that), he should’ve addressed it publicly and not per person. a whole lot of labor and for what…

oughhh I’ve heard abt that infamous discord and priv chats which is mind boggling bc imagine creating a cult like environment for toxic positivity. a whistleblower told me about how some fans discussed the transphobia and homophobia in their daily lives on the discord and they were told by mods to stop being so “negative” and got threatened with being banned if they ever brought those topics up again. bryan gets his mods or whatever to do his dirty work and boy do they take their role to a whole other level 😭 also i don’t remember who also told me this but when someone on stream tried to correct bryan, he got really defensive and just laughed the person off. really wish i could find the message again bc i know it was something trivial but it was like a genuine criticism. if I find it, ilyk.

also insanity…why give your money to people that absolutely do not need it loll. this is from the same whistleblower and it broke my heart. the way bryan dechart encouraged this behavior is sickening.

awwweee im glad I could be a breathe of fresh air for youuuuu. absolutely vile that the repercussions of speaking out against the decharts could possibly mean a pack of wild dogs being sent to your location. what kind of community is that?! you can unload anytime, amigo, you’re safe here 🫶🏽 I applaud your bravery!! it took a lot of courage to even speak up about these concerns.

influencers who exploit their children are the scum of the earth and I hope these two don’t go down the route of using their own child for content 😐 if there is a baby cam on their stream, we are so cooked as a society I’m not even fucking kidding. every child should be shielded from the millions of eyes of the internet. we don’t need to see that! that’s between you and your partner (if there is one) and this goes for everyone tbh. like please protect your children from prying eyes…

anyways

[devianthuntcr]

woah! was that CONNOR walking down main street? i heard he's not actually from ivy cove but come from DETROIT BECOME HUMAN. he's 32 and lives in FULTON PARK, but watch out because he can be RUTHLESSLY DRIVEN + IMPULSIVE but is actually CONSIDERATE + INTELLIGENT. despite him PARTIALLY HAVING memories, you’ll always think of COIN TRICKS, HIS LOVE FOR DOGS, + GARDENS  when imagining him. / bryan dechart, he/him

[ivycovehq]

welcome to ivy cove, b! we can't wait to meet connor. please make sure you read through the checklist and send in your account within 24 hours

( B, she/her, 26+, EST ) woah! was that CONNOR walking down main street? i heard they’re not actually from ivy cove but come from DETROIT BECOME HUMAN. they’re 32 and live in FULTON PARK but watch out because they can be RUTHLESSLY DRIVEN + IMPULSIVE but are actually CONSIDERATE + INTELLIGENT. despite them PARTIALLY HAVING memories, you’ll always think of COIN TRICKS, HIS LOVE FOR DOGS, + GARDENS  when imagining them. / bryan dechart, he/him

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Jealousy Blossomed our Relationship

A/n: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! I’m back with another fic. I picked this GIF cause he looked hot.

Pairings: Bryan Dechart x Male reader

Requested: Yes or No?

Rating: Mature

Warnings: jealous Bryan, detective kink, rough smut, bottom male reader, top Bryan, death threats (Not really), and maybe yandere Bryan-

Word Count: 3168

Summary: Who would’ve thought, M/n and Bryan’s relationship started through jealousy and sex.

I hope you enjoy it! Sorry if it’s bad. And sorry for any errors that were present.

If you like what I write, how about checking my masterlist.

Keys:

M/n: Male name

F/d: favourite drink

C/n: Character name

C/J: Color Jacket

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DISCLAIMER: I MEAN NO OFFENSE, DISRESPECT, OR HARM TO ANY OF THESE CELEBRITIES! THIS IS JUST FICTION.

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This is basically a yandere fic. But without any deaths.

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MINORS DNI. FEMALE READERS… I’LL ALLOW YOU TO READ MY FICS BUT DO NOT FETISHIZE ANY OF MY STORIES

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“28 STAB WOUNDS! YOU DIDN’T LEAVE HIM A CHANCE, HUH?! DID YOU FEEL ANGER? HATE? HE WAS BLEEDING, BEGGING YOU FOR MERCY, BUT YOU STABBED HIM, AGAIN AND AGAIN!” Bryan said, yelling into the microphone with headphones on. And doing hand motions to mimic what Connor would be doing in the game.

‘That’s hot.’ you thought, looking at Bryan. Also, trying to hold in your laughter. ‘This is going to be a meme one day.’ you thought.

“Please, please leave me alone.” the other actor said, whimpering. Voice cracking a little.

“I KNOW YOU KILLED HIM. WHY DON'T YOU SAY IT?” Bryan was getting into it. He had been saying the same thing 5 times till it was perfect.

“Please, stop.” the actor said, voice cracking again. “CUT. Great job Bryan! You guys can go on break,” the director (?) said over the speaker in the room.

“That was nice, Bryan!” You said, complimenting his acting. He gave you his famous smile. “Why thank you, M/n. Say, when will you appear? In the game.” Bryan said, tilting his head to the right.

“Aw, you want me to be with you? Don’t worry, I’ll be in the next chapter,” you said the first part in a cooed voice. Bryan blushed a little from you.

“Uh, yeah… sorry I have to go.” Bryan stammered, walking away from you. ‘What happened?’ you didn’t have a clue on what just happened.

You shrugged it off and went on with your day. From the corner, Bryan’s heart was beating rapidly. He always had feelings for you. But was too much of a pussy to confess. ‘One day. One day, I’ll get the courage.’

He walked from the corner to follow you into the break room. You were there talking with the voice actor for Gavin Reed (AKA racist against androids), Neil Newbon. You both were laughing while eating and drinking for f/d.

(Neil is also the voice actor for Karl Heisenberg in Resident Evil. Daddy KARL-)

Bryan looked at you two with envy. He poked his cheek with his tongue out of jealousy. He clicked his tongue before interrupting your and his conversation.

“Hey, M/n! Oh, hey Neil.” Bryan said, smiling at you, but that dropped when he turned to Neil. Neil took notice of this but didn’t say anything.

“Hey, Bryan!” you smiled and waved at him before returning to eat. “Hey to you too,” Neil replied but was ignored instead. Bryan paid no attention to him, only you have his attention.

There was tension between the two males. The atmosphere was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You didn’t take notice.

“So, how are you doing?” Bryan said, putting his chin on his hand. He looked at you with love in his eyes, waiting for you to respond.

“Well, I’m doing good! I can’t wait to start the next one!” you exclaimed with eagerness. “I can’t wait for you to be in it,” Bryan replied with a smile. (?)

You and Bryan talked most of the break. Neil just sat there being the third wheel. Which was awkward, well it’s awkward to everyone to be a third wheel. ‘Bryan shows up out of nowhere and decides to IGNORE me and TAKE m/n attention from me!’ Neil looked at you both in jealousy.

Neil likes it when you give your attention. But he doesn’t like you that. He just wants attention.

The break was almost over, but Bryan had one more thing to ask. “So, M/n. Have you been dating anyone recently?” Bryan said, hoping that you’re still free. Maybe Bryan is getting the courage to ask you out.

“Uh, no… I’m not dating anyone currently,” you mumbled nervously. Playing with your fingers, but Bryan was ecstatic about it.

‘Maybe I have a chance after all!’ He screamed with excitement. You noticed how Bryan was happy about you not dating anyone?

‘Why is he happy about me not dating anyone?’ you thought as Bryan was doing some kind of victory dance. He stopped after noticing you’re looking at him weirdly. Neil just didn’t say anything.

You always had a crush on the tall brown-haired male, but you always thought he had a thing for Amelia. Since they’re always together. (they are good together! Again, this is fiction)

You were about to say something before the director (?) came in. “Alright, everyone! The break is over, we’ll be working on finishing the chapter then we’ll move to the next one.”

Everyone nodded before leaving the break room and going back to doing what they planned to do.

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Y’all worked for 8-12 hours to do the chapter. Now, it was time for you to join in on the fun.

- “Excuse me. Do you know what time Lieutenant Anderson usually arrives?” Bryan said, in his Connor’s voice.

- “Depends on where he was the night before… If we’re lucky, we’ll see him before noon.”

- “Thanks.” Now, this is where you come in.

- “Who are you? And why are you on Lieutenant Anderson’s desk?”

- “Huh? Oh. Who are you? And the name is C/h. Hank’s son. Now, answer my question, ``Who are you?”

- “My name is Connor sent by Cyberlife. I’m here to assist in the Deviant cases.”

- “Mmm.”

- “I thought Lieutenant Anderson only had one son? He never mentioned you.”

- “After Cole’s death, he cut all ties with me. And I’m here to visit him to try and reconnect with him. And maybe give him a piece of my mind.”

- “He told me about his death. The reason he dislikes Androids.” (Is that the reason?)

- “Well, don’t worry, detective, I don’t hate your kind.” When you said, “detective” that made something switch on.

“CUT. Okay, that was great, but can I get that one more time?” The director (?) said, through the speaker.

Y’all did it until it came out perfect and ready to be used in the game. After 5 hours (IDK how long it takes) of doing the same thing over and over, it was finally perfect.

“Alright, everyone! That was perfect. We’ll continue this tomorrow.” The director said, bidding everyone goodbye.

You took off the headphones and proceeded to the door. “Hey, Bryan! That was really fun! Can’t wait to continue tomorrow.” you said, grabbing your stuff.

“I always have fun whenever it's with you,” Bryan mumbled under his breath. “What was that? Say that again?”

“I- Uh-” Bryan fumbled over his words. He was blushing hard and his ears turned red. “I gotta go,” he said, running off. “Uh-? What happened?” you said, confused. He did the same thing early.

“Mmm, not sure. He’s been acting weird lately. More than usual.” Neil said next to you. He was confused as much as you. ``Also ignored me and sent me a glare whenever I was near M/n.”

“Come on m/n. It’s time to go.” Neil said from the door. “Okay, I’m coming!”

Meanwhile in one of the bathrooms.

“WHY! WHY!” Bryan yelled. His voice echoed in the empty male’s bathroom. He slammed his fist on the sink counter.

He looked at himself in the mirror. His left/or right eye twitched, veins popping out, and his face red with anger.

“Calm down, Bryan, calm down,” Bryan said to himself, trying to calm down his breathing. He took deep breaths in and out. Inhaling and exhaling. “My time will come…”

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Bryan walked outside into the neighbouring park. Taking in the fresh morning air, trees sway in the wind. He was wearing a black jacket with black pants. (Totally not creepy, am I right?)

The place was usually empty during this time of the day. But there were people still out like parents and their children. Bryan could hear the laughter and cries of kids in the distance.

He then found himself staring at the children playing in the playground. They were playing around and chasing each other.

Bryan laughs to himself. ‘I wonder what I and m/n would be like with kids… Well, adopted.’ he said to himself. But Bryan had to leave, he looked really shady.

Bryan left the playground and walked around a little more. He had to go soon but then he saw you.

You were wearing C/J and jeans. He was gonna go talk to you but then, he saw someone else with you. It was Neil. ‘WHY MUST HE RUIN EVERYTHING?!?!’ Bryan growled.

He decides to listen in on your conversation. He hid behind a tree to watch.

Y’all weren’t talking about anything interesting or something that would worry Bryan. He thought he has hiding good, but Neil noticed him.

Neil could see the love in Bryan’s eyes. Now he understands why Bryan acts weirder than usual and why he was sometimes aggressive towards him. Bryan was jealous. ‘I’m gonna have some fun.’ Neil smirked at Bryan.

“You know, you really cute today, M/n⁓,” Neil said, touching your soft hair. Your eyes widened and blushed a little.

“W-what? I-... don’t know what to say.” you stammered, jaw dropped. This continued, Bryan was fuming with anger. He gave Neil a death glare from behind the tree. Neil just smirked before grabbing your hand and taking you away.

‘THAT BITCH!’

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Bryan was slowly losing it. His anger was about to burst in all its fury.

Neil continued and continued to flirt with you whenever Bryan was near or listening. Neil would just smirk at him. ‘It’s like he knows!’ Bryan was going to give Neil a piece of his mind.

It was another day of successful progress on Detroit: Become Human. But to Bryan, it was awful. Neil kept stealing you away. Bryan had to do something. And no, it doesn’t involve murder… probably.

Neil was sitting on his couch scrolling through Tiktok, watching people being absolute idiots. Then he heard the doorbell ringing.

“Ugh!” He complained, not wanting to get up. He got up and walked to the door, opened it. There was nothing there but a letter. “Huh?” Neil picked it up and walked back inside, closing the door.

Neil stared at the envelope before tearing it open. In the envelope was a detailed drawn picture of Connor and Gavin. But it showed Connor stabbing the hell out of Gavin. ‘Well the picture is beautiful but the subject is horrible. Can draw better than me.’

Then there was another piece of paper, “STAY AWAY FROM M/N! HE’S MINE!” it said in big red letters.

Neil wasn’t stupid, he knew who send it. Who plays Connor? Bryan. “I’m gonna have to talk to him tomorrow,” Neil said, throwing the letter away and leaving the picture on the counter.

The Next Day

Bryan was walking before getting pulled by the arm. “What the-” when he looked, it was Neil. Bryan immediately wanted to leave. “Wait, wait! Let’s talk.” Neil pleaded.

Bryan sighed and gave Neil a look that said, ‘Just get on with it.’

“Okay, I know you sent me that letter and that you have feelings for m/n. I have seen the way you look at him. And don’t worry about me, I don’t like him like that. I was just teasing you.” Neil admitted.

Bryan stood there shocked and embarrassed. But he was also relieved to know that Neil didn’t have feelings for m/n. Bryan didn’t want to get his hands… dirty… if that would be the case.

“You should tell him before someone else does. And he also likes you. Heard him moaning your name.” Now, Bryan was even more shocked and blushing.

‘He feels the same! I- I-’ He was having a mental breakdown. Neil patted Bryan on the shoulder, but before leaving, he said, “Oh, he also likes it rough.”

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You noticed that Bryan was acting more thrilled than usual. You then got a text from Bryan.

“Meet me at my place, I have something to tell you.” - Bryan

“Uh, okay?” - M/n

You were suspicious about this. ‘What does he want to talk about?’ but you went to his place either way.

There you are standing at the door waiting for him to answer. Kicking the ground, still waiting for him. Then the door opened, revealing Bryan. “You can come in.” He gestured to you.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” You said, sitting on the couch getting comfortable. Making eye contact with him.

“Well, uh…” Bryan was trying to form the words, scratching his head. “Well, you see… I see you more than a friend… and I always liked you… I got jealous whenever Neil would flirt with you.” Bryan said, shaking.

“So, I was wondering… if we could get together? It’s okay if you don’t want to-” Bryan was cut off by you pressing your lips against his. Your soft lips shut him up.

“You can stop your rambling. I like you too. I've liked you. And yes, I accept your confession.” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck.

(SMUT PART)

Bryan smiled before pulling you back into the kiss. He wrapped his somewhat muscular arms around your waist. The kiss then turned into a heated makeout. His tongue was poking your teeth asking for entrance. You gladly did.

His tongue invaded your mouth, you just let it happen. You pulled to get some air, there was a saliva strand connecting both your mouths. Both your eyes were filled with lust and want. Want each other.

“How about we take this to the room?” Bryan said in a deep husky voice. You tighten your hold around his neck signalling a-okay.

He picked you up and carried you to his room. Once there, he sat on the bed with you straddling his lap. Still in a heated makeout. You both began to strip naked. You admired Bryan’s slim but muscular body. While Bryan did the same.

You left behind love marks and hickeys all over Bryan’s milky white skin with him doing the same. Both claiming ownership of each other.

You began to trace your tongue down Bryan’s chest, down to his pants. Bryan groaned as you inch closer to his beast.

He had a big noticeable bulge. You were impressed by how large it was. ‘I was not expecting this!’ you thought before removing his pants.

Once his pants were out of the way, you could see his big bulge in full view. You decided to be a tease. You began to trace your tongue against his cloth cock. Bryan growled, “Stop teasing!”

You smirked at him before removing his underwear. You were met with a big cock. It looked to be 8 inches long, and very thick. It had one big vein that led to the tip, delicious pre-cum leaking out, and big cum-filled balls ready to be drained of its essences.

You could feel the heat radiating off his cock. You traced your finger along the vein, his cock twitching as a result.

You gave kitten licks to his tip and licked the sides. Smearing the pre-cum all over. Then you swallowed his whole cock. Bryan was taken by surprise. “Oh, fuck…”

“Your warm mouth feels so good, m/n!” Bryan moaned and threw his head back in pleasure. Never experienced anything like this. You bobbed your head faster, your cock was twitching in your pants.

Bryan could feel his release coming but he wanted cum somewhere else. He pulled your head up, he was even more turned on with his pre-cum all over your lips. “Want to cum somewhere else. And you know where.” Bryan whispered into your ear.

You smirked at him. “Oh, I definitely know where,” you said, getting off the ground and removing your pants. It was then Bryan noticed something in your little hole.

‘Is that a dildo?’ you (for some reason) forgot to take it out. His cock twitched more. “Come get me, detective.” You said “detective” in a seductive voice. That set him off.

Bryan launched himself at you. “I guess I don’t have to stretch you. Already stretching for me.” Bryan growled as he moved the dildo inside you before pulling it out. You whine at the emptiness.

“Heh, don’t you get something much bigger,” Bryan said into your ear. With one thrust, he pushed his whole cock inside.

You felt it right there, touching your prostate. “Mmm… cock is right… there! It’s by… my prostate!” you moaned, clenching around him.

“Even though you were already stretched out. You’re still so fucking tight.” Bryan groans. Your hole clenched and unclenched around him.

“Be rough. Fuck me.” You said, face flat on the bed and gripping the bedsheets. And that’s what Bryan did. He thrust into you roughly, hitting your prostate dead on.

His girthy cock split you open as it kept going in and out. “So warm and tight.” Bryan groans as he thrust faster into you.

You gripped the sheets tighter as Bryan gripped your hips tighter. You could feel his cock twitch inside meaning that he is close. “C-cum… i-inside me.” You whimpered. The room was filled with moans, groans, grunts, and skin-slapping.

“I’m close!” Bryan exclaimed, thrusting harder. “M-me too!” You moaned, clenching around him. You were breathing heavily as Bryan was inching closer to release.

“HERE IT COMES!” you could see white. Bryan’s cum filled you up. Painting your tight velvet walls in white. Like a canvas. You came all over the bedsheets. You could feel his cum pouring out as he pulled out. Bryan then collapsed on top of you and laid by your side.

“That was amazing,” Bryan said, wrapping arms around your waist. You turned over to face and nuzzled your face into his neck. “I love you, Bryan. Please stay with me.” You said before falling asleep from exhaustion.

“I love you too, M/n. Don’t worry, I’ll always stay with you… you’re mine.” Bryan said before darkness consumed his vision.

THE END

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The smut part was kind of rushed but I still hoped you liked it!

Requests are open again. And I need to work on Kinktober.

A/N: I hope this was good! Anyways, bye my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓!

[justauthoring]

Reflections Upon The Past [RK800]

Request(s): could you do one with RK800 where the reader gets kidnapped and connor finds you and promises to protect you and you feel safe again in his arms?

A RK800 imagine where the reader is being held hostage and badly wounded but connor turns deviant and saves her?

Please don’t plagiarize my work! Word Count: 697

You made him doubt himself.

You were the only one who ever could. Slowly but surely you wormed yourself into Connor’s life so much so that he found himself doubting everything he’d ever been told. Every piece of information that had been integrated into his program. Everything Amanda had ever told him.

He doubted and struggled and was conflicted and felt such confusion and frustrating that Connor was almost tempted just ignore you as a whole. Which would be hard considering that you were his partner aside Hank and he practically saw you almost day but Connor was at his wits end. And he figured the only solution was to give up trying to work respectively and comfortably along your side; Hank’s as well.

He figured it was time to put his mission, solely his mission, first and foremost and forget any other distraction.

That had been the plan at least. Until your life was in danger.

Because as you sat there, just feet before him, a bleeding wounding on your forehead and your hands tied behind your back with an expression of terror on your face; Connor realized he was stupid to ever think that ignoring you was a possibility. That you could ever not be part of his life. Because despite what his program told him, despite what Amanda reminded him of, you were and still are the most important person in his life.

Connor knows that now. He understands that know. Understands what you mean to him.

So, when the barrier, that big, threatening, red barrier appears before his eyes, reminding him of his mission and blocking his path from you; Connor doesn’t hesitate. The thought, shockingly enough, occurs to him; screw his mission. Screw everything that doesn’t involve saving you.

Time freezes around him, Connor pounds his fists against the barrier that no one but him can see. He punches and pounds and slams his fists into it and ignores the spikes of pain that him, and it doesn’t even occur to him that he shouldn’t feel pain. That he’s an android and that virtually is impossible. Because he knows now it is. You’ve helped him understand and  nothing else matters more to Connor in that moment that reaching you and keeping you safe.

Your captor is dead in one shot; blank in the middle of the forehead. Connor doesn’t bother to watch his body fall before rushing over to you. A whimper leaves your lips in response, muffled by the gag in your mouth and Connor, kneeling before you with gentle hands, pulls it back. It’s almost instinctively; Connor doesn’t think as he moves to cup your cheeks, cradling your head in his hands as you sob up at him.

“Are you okay?” Connor breathes, voice faint. Somewhere in the back of your mind, it occurs to you that something has changed in Connor; some sort of shift. But you’re too relieved and happy that he’s here, and that he’s saved you from what surely would’ve been your death to care. So, you lean into his touch, letting it comfort you as the fear still wracks you immensely so that you haven’t stopped shaking since you woke up with a pounding headache. “Hey, hey, i’ve got you. It’s okay. I’ve got you. Are you okay?”

You nod, a raspy hum leaving your lips; “I am now that you’re here.”

And Connor finds himself leaning his forehead against your own, basking in the moment. He knows nothing of intimacy, despite being designed to be charming and easy on the eyes, Connor knows he sometimes misses picking up on social queues. He doesn’t know how to be human, he’d refused to let himself be one like the rest of his people until he saw you in danger.

But now, with you, it comes naturally. Like these actions he’s taking are things he’s been dying to do but has been restraining himself upon.

Now, he feels free. Feels alive. He feels emotions and he knows he loves you. And being able to hold you, after being so scared that you were going to die, that he was going to lose you, Connor feels at peace.

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Let me know what you thought?

[bowieandqueen11]

Fluttering Heart / Connor DBH Imagine

Request: Oyyyy for Connor maybe a female reader who tries pushing him to become deviant with flirting but he's all flustered about it because he knows he's not alive?

Thank you so so so much darling for requesting this, you have honestly been too kind to me!

Sitting at his desk, his hands folded neatly in his lap, Connor tries to focus on the missing Deviants flashing up on the police screen before him. His eyes flicker over the pictures, his LED flashing yellow as serial number after serial number whizz past, but as he tilts his head sharply to the left, ignoring the laugh of Hank who spins his chair to face him, he realises that he’s not concentrating on his mission.

Software instability.

A comfortable silence envelopes the three of you for a while, Hank stifling his laughter behind his coffee mug as he watches Conner uncharacteristically shuffle in his chair, although you could still feel Connor’s eyes burning holes into your cheeks past the glow of his screen. What you didn’t realise, however, was that normal thoughts, logical code were barely forming in his mind before they were replaced with the strange fantasies of what could be if he were only brave enough to allow himself to revel in this new... feeling. He was feeling.

It scared him to admit that he may be corrupted, that there may be a fault in his system. Shaking his head, he raises his fingers to turn the screen off and ready himself to head down to the evidence locker to spend a moment alone, to refocus.

But he couldn’t help it. Ever since he saved you from falling off that roof, letting the deviant he had spent chasing go, he had daydreamed about every feature of your face, he recalled every way he had ever seen you wear her hair over the last few weeks he has spent in your company, he had logged all of your quirky mannerisms to his brain.

‘I am not a deviant.’

As you catch him murmuring to himself, his eyes closed shut as if almost in pain, you drop your file and raise your eyebrows at Hank who just rolls his eyes as you watch his LED flicker from a whirring yellow to bright red.

‘Connor, are you okay?’

‘I’m, I’m’... in love with you. ‘I’m okay. All my systems are online and functioning. I suppose, Cyberlife won’t have to shut me down yet.’

‘Was that-was that a joke? I have to say Connor, I didn’t think you had it in you. But I like this new you.’

Your eyes flicker over his face with a small smirk, your eyes nearly lidded and eyelashes brushing against your skin as you smile at him.

‘Yes, I’ve read in my databases and the lieutenant has told me that humour is an effective way to win a human’s affectio-’

Hank coughs loudly, turning your notice away from Connor as he thumps a fist against his chest, spluttering out coffee over the few crumpled papers over his sheets.

‘Jesus Christ, Connor, I am out. Shift’s over guys.’

As you get up to put on your coat, worry in your eyes as Hank waves you off, you notice the bright blue blush that litters the freckles on Connor’s cheeks like bluebells as he glances down at the floor in concern. He can’t stop remembering the way your hand had come to rest against Hank’s chest, the gold that swirled through your irises, the way your eyes crinkled slightly whenever you were worried or scared.

‘Hey, Connor!’

He swivels around to face you leaning against the door, his face blank again but his circuits going haywire, his thirium pump nearly pounding as hard as the human heart.

‘Yes, detective?’

‘I lost the number of the main victim for this case.’

‘Okay, detective, I can compose you a list if you’d l-’

‘Can I get yours instead?

‘...I, I do not have a phone.’

You shove a hand towards your face, closing the door behind you as you leave Connor confused, his eyes widening lightly to realise you may have been flirting with him. With him. The robot from Cyberlife. The deviant hunter. But he wasn’t a deviant.

Software instability.

~

Connor had been so lost in constructing scenarios for the evening ahead that he’s surprised to see that he’s already arrived at your door.

The doorbell rings again. It takes him a moment to process that it’s his right hand ringing it. Rubbing his hands together, shaking his head slightly to let the snowflakes fall from his chocolate locks, he prays that you hand’t gone round to Hank’s tonight, that you were home. He begins to turn away, shoes swiping over the welcome mat and something deep in his core heavy before he hears footsteps approaching the door, and your distorted face appear behind the stained glass window. Opening it slowly, unsure of who could be ringing so late and during such a blistery night, you step back suddenly, hand still gripping the auburn doorknob that begins to burn under your fingers with the cold as they shake slightly. Slipping slightly on the welcome mat, Connor looks up at you with a growing smile, something in his look, something akin to devotion and awe filling his face with light and exuding from every fibre of his being.

‘I’m sorry to be ringing so late at night detective, but I have that list you asked for.’

You start to splutter, stepping back a little as he moves forward to match you, hands out as if to grab onto your wrists.

‘Sorry, I’m sorry, that was a terrible joke. To be honest, I thought it would be beneficial to talk through the case with another police officer. I realised, however, the only person I wanted to talk to is you.’

Connor finally admitted to himself what he had known all along, but was too afraid to admit. He liked you. A lot. And he wanted to spend every lasting moment of his existence with you.

You laugh lightly, your warm breath filling the chill winter air in light streams of smoke as he takes a deep breath in, staring at you with such an intensity you couldn’t place, but were willing to take a chance on. You lean towards him, reaching up to trace his lip lightly with the tip of your finger, enjoying the way his eyes widen but he refuses to pull away.

You find yourself at the mercy of his questioning eyes, pleading, begging to know what you were doing.

‘I-I believe I, as humans say, am in love with you.’

His lip feels slightly chapped under your feather light touches, before he finally takes the leap and rushes down towards you, pressing his lips lightly against your own. His lips are surprisingly soft as they move in sync against your own, before you reach up to gently cup his cheek and he finally falls into his own rhythm. He separates from you for a second to allow you to catch your breathe, his forehead resting against your own as his artificial breathe wafts over your skin, illiciting cold goosebumps before he closes his eyes and captures your lips again with his own.

[cammys-imagines24]

Imagine~

First meeting Connor while at the scene of a crime.

"The Negotiator is on site!"

The sloo of officers clamored above the blare of police sirens. Their arms crossed as they stood in a circle above the lifeless victims, the bodies covered in blood.

Silhouetted in the gleam of red and blue the systemic Android came, marching into the scene.

You walked over to greet him, your body gliding through a holographic strip of police tape.

"Hey, I'm Detective Y/N L/N. Welcome to the case."

"My name is Connor, I'm the Android sent by CyberLife. I am looking forward to working with you."

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The Livestream (BBM)

Okay, I’ll admit that this isn’t the most original idea. I forget who does all of the BVA prompts (is it @illskarsgard?), but I wanted to do my own take on the idea with my own three guys. This is Bill Skarsgard, Bryan Dechart, and Matthew Gray Gubler. I hope you guys like this soft, fluffy fic. I will be posting it here because I’m not doing all that tagging on Ao3. Also, if you want a great version of this song to listen to while you read... Click Here!

Tag list:

@sorryimviolet @bill-istvan

Let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!

It was a rare occasion when they were all gone, but when those days inevitably came, you found yourself with an empty hole in your heart that crushed you. The first one to leave was Bill. He was so highly sought-after that it made it difficult to pin him down in the first place. He hadn't told you much. He had mentioned that Andy Muschietti had another film brewing that he needed to be a part of, no if's, and's, or but's. Then it was Matthew. He had gone to visit his mother in Vegas. It was a trip he took often. You knew that he would be back soon, but you still felt that empty loneliness in your soul without him. His personality was so childish, affectionate, and ever so slightly spooky that it could be addictive at times. The last one to leave was Bryan. He had a convention to attend. He was still riding the high off of his portrayal of the Android, Connor, in Detroit: Become Human. He'd offered to bring you, but the last time you went anywhere with any of the boys, paparazzi had to snap pictures. The first time you were on the cover of The National Enquirer, you cried for a month. Rumors had spread about your unorthodox relationship. People like Perez Hilton were calling you a slut on live television. You couldn't do a thing without someone blogging about it. You were happy that you still had a group of fans that supported your art. Your band wasn't as successful as most, but that was okay. Every day you did an Instagram Live event. You would thank everyone for their support and sing a song or two. It made you happy to see all of the comments from fans. So, with a quick application of makeup (you didn't dare risk people taking screenshots of your makeup-less face), you pushed the button on your phone and went live. You smiled as your fans trickled into the live stream, "Hi everyone!" You waved. Hearts began to ascend the side of the screen along with comments. "I love you!" Many wrote. "Hi, mom!" A few teens jokingly wrote. "Come to Brazil!" You saw a couple of times. You couldn't help but smile more genuinely at the warmth flooding in. You made your way out of the bathroom, cautiously. "Sorry, I just did my makeup, so I'm still in the bathroom." You chuckled. As you moved into your bedroom, you sat on your bed and continued to read comments, thanking your fans for being so kind and supporting you. You brushed off the negative comments that came through. You were good at that, thank goodness. "Where are your boys?" A couple of fans asked. You giggled at your nickname for them. "The boys? Oh, they're just busy." Your complex relationship was common knowledge, but you didn't like going too deeply into it. "Did you guys want to sing today?" A flood of yesses and hearts gave you an affirmative answer. "Let me put on Spotify and see if we can find something fun. What are we in the mood for today? Pop? Rock?" You skimmed through your playlist of instrumentals before finally settling on one that made your heart momentarily skip: Let Her Go by Passenger. The lyrics cycled through your head and instantly burned into that hole in your chest. You knew this had to be the song of the day. "Okay, I've got one." You said, smile fading. You cleared your throat and got serious.

Well you only need the light when it's burning low Only miss the sun when it starts to snow Only know you love her when you let her go

Your eyes closed, and you paused.

"Are you okay, mom?" "Are you crying?" "No, don't cry!" Comments of all kinds flooded in. You weren't crying, but you were sad. You missed your boys. You missed the way they held you close and sang songs with you. You missed the feeling of Matthew's stubble as he kissed your cheek. You missed the way Bryan looked at you with such intense love in his eyes. You missed the way Bill teased and joked with you as a best friend should. You smiled weakly.

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low Only hate the road when you're missing home Only know you love her when you let her go And you let her go

You continued, not knowing that someone had crept in the door downstairs. As the gentle melody echoed through the house, the intruder paused to listen. Your voice was enchanting; like an angel. He took the steps slowly, one foot in front of the other as he gripped the railing. He didn't want to alarm you. No, that was the last thing he wanted. When he approached your room, he was relieved to find the door already open. That was less of an opportunity for noise. You had made it through a large chunk of the song by that time, entering into a sort of trance. Singing enraptured your soul. You closed your eyes as you sang, unaware of the man who was creeping up behind you.

Well, you only need the light when it's burning low Only miss the sun when it starts to snow Only know you love her when you let her go Only know you've been high when you're feeling low Only hate the road when you're missing home Only know you love her when you let her go

You heard a tiny rustling of what sounded like plastic, causing you to start. Your eyes caught a lovely pink-tinged plastic. It was a bouquet. The man who held the bouquet? Your love, Bill. You smiled and jumped up from your seated position, embracing him. It was all caught on camera for the stream to see. You covered him in red kisses as he laughed. "Are you live right now?" He asked. You didn't answer him. You held him close to you, listening to his heartbeat. "I missed you so much." You whispered. "I was gone two days!" He teased, "I wasn't filming, I just had to go talk to..." He glanced at your phone, not wanting to give any insider information, "Anyway, I'm here." "Do you want to finish my video with me?" You asked, knowing he wasn't one for impromptu camera appearances. "Sötis, I'm really tired. I just got off a flight." He ran a hand through your hair as you frowned. "Okay. I'll make you some tea. Just give me a minute, yeah?" You straightened the lapels of his jacket, giving him a quick smile. He sighed in agreement, giving a quick wave to the camera before heading off down the stairs.

"You two are so cute!" "I stan so hard!" "He's so hot wtf!"

You laughed at the comments that poured in as you approached the phone. The music had moved onto a different song, so you paused it. "Okay, guys. I've got a sleepy baby to take care of. You know how it is. Maybe I'll get on later, but I have to go. I'm sorry!" You held your hands in front of you as if in silent prayer, bidding your stream attendees "I'm sorry" and "Goodbye." You turned off the stream, a feeling of calm washing over you. You meant it when you said you were going to make Bill some tea. You hadn't intended on making some for yourself, but you changed your mind. You slowly tip-toed down the stairs, hearing whispering as you crept. "Bill?" You called out, causing an immediate silence. You walked into the kitchen to see both Matthew and Bryan waiting for you, joining Bill with smiles. You ran to embrace them all. "What is all of this?" You asked, almost crying at the sight of the three men you loved more than life itself. "We just wanted to surprise you." Bryan offered, moving a gentle hand to the back of your neck. "That, and my flight got canceled." Matthew laughed, "But you know, maybe this is where we're all supposed to be right now." You embraced them all tightly, not wanting to let them go. Your agreement was silent but very, very loud.