#detriot become human x reader

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Have a funny lil request,may I request Detroit become human Connor,Markus,hank and Simon meeting a Feral lil gremlin human child? who acts like a..a frickin animal with rabies? Maybe like somehow Markus and Simon befriended the child and now it acts as like a guard dog..well a guard human.Connor and hank get ambushed by a child biting there ankles :))

Aw yes the return of crack hcs!

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Connor

Honestly he never knew human children could act as “feral” as you do.

You’re just running around without any parents or guardians, latching onto people (doesn’t matter if they’re humans or androids) and biting their ankles???

He doesn’t know how to adjust to your behavior, but as an adaptor to many situations he’ll be damned if he didn’t try.

Would be like “hey, let’s not do that bc you might get hurt :(” while holding you up by the armpits (after you yet again try biting his ankle).

You just huff at him and stare till he lets you go, sighing as you run off to cause mischief elsewhere.

Though he’s unable to hide an amused smirk when you go near Gavin and/or Sixty, seeing them freak out and yell “SOMEONE COME GET YOUR BRAT-”

Markus

‘What’s with this small sassy child?’ Is his immediate thought process when he sees you upon arriving to Jericho. It alarmed him considering you’re the only human there.

Turns out you only recently started living there and the deviants are just...used to your behavior.

Fortunately you have an understanding of the situation and don’t actually cause much trouble, only biting the ankles of humans who get nosy about the freighter--or just harass androids in general.

Markus is just worried about you being in danger bc you’re a kid, though some of the caretaker androids make sure you don’t go too far.

Hank

“For fuck’s sake who let this kid in the DPD????”

Great, first he’s got a plastic asshole following him like a lost puppy..and now you????

He’s clueless and isn’t sure what to do with you.

But luckily you don’t mess with anything on his desk or tamper with any evidence. So you have some self-control.

The fatherly side of him eventually comes out when Gavin gets angry with you, telling him to leave while keeping you behind him.

You hold back from biting his ankle--which is prob a way of expressing your thanks.

He decides to take you to Chicken Feed after that.

You were surprisingly sweet and gentle with Sumo, giving him pets and spending all of your time with the St. Bernard.

Simon

During his life prior to deviancy, he’s dealt with some rambunctious kids.

So seeing you, a human child with no qualms nor boundaries, running around Jericho does make some of those memories come back.

Of those kids running in the yard and playing in the mud even on Detroit’s rainiest days...

Although they leave him a bit sad, he shakes them off in favor of making sure you didn’t get hurt.

His old protocols take over. Yet this time it just feels more natural (or as natural as an android like himself could be). 

He tries discouraging you from biting anybody’s ankles. Though he can’t always stop you if you see a person harassing androids or Daniel.

[dominantslasherking]

Hannigram with Dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+.

Backstory: You're an android assigned to hunt deviants in Minnesota, However, you soon realize you are also becoming a deviant because of these feelings for two certain killers

A/n; Did I just do a "Detroit: Become human" Crossover "Hannibal," Yes. I kinda imagine [Name] being like Conner in the game "Detroit: become human," Personality-wise of course, your looks are for you to decide.

"An...Android.." Will slowly spoke out, making sure he got it right, Jack nodded his head. "Well, the android situation has been kept under wraps in Detroit city, where they were made and are free to move around...And yes it is true." Jack confirmed nodding his head.

"However, Androids do go rough...some have, well..." Jack paused making sure Will took in the previous information before continuing, "Some have...ended up here, in Minnesota..." Will carefully nodded anxiously looking around the room.

Will spoke up, "How are we, going to deal with androids that we have no idea what they are capable of." Will bluntly spoke, tapping his fingers on the table, trying to calm his nerving anxiety.

Jack smiled, as he looked towards the door, "I'm glad you asked, Please, come in." Jack invited, as you neatly walked it, "Mr, Crawford, special agent of the Fbi, and Head of  Behavioral Science Unit, Its my pleasure to meet you truly. I am RK800, but please call me [Name]." You greeted Jack and then introduced yourself, your eyes trailing over to Will.

"I'm afraid I have not met you yet." You spoke to Will, reaching out your hand. Will turned around to look at you, he slowly reached his hand out, his nerves slowly relaxing when he grasped your hand.

"Have...I met you before?" Staring closely at Wills's face, you tried to find him in your memory but failed, "I'm afraid not, And you also have not met another android that looked like me because I am an RK-series prototype...So I am currently a unique android that doesn't have any others share my looks." You simply corrected as Will looked at you in awe.

Jack watched as you two interacted for a small bit before speaking up, "Will, RK800 here is going to be your partner." Jack didn't bother using your name, which made Will tilt his head towards you to see your reaction, there was none.

"You mean [Name]," Will spoke out, correcting Jack's rude mistake, Jack simply brushed it off, not thinking that you, an android could possibly have those types of feelings, human, feelings.

Will was annoyed at Jack's attitude towards you, so he got up, and looked at Jack, "Well, if there are no cases today, I'm going to go get coffee." Wills's eyes look at you, "You're coming along." He boldly spoke, knowing that if he left you here, alone, you would most likely get called names by the people who work here, considering most of them were assholes to people who were different.

"Very well, I think this is a very nice option, partners would need to a bond of course, to intact a better relationship on the field of duty..." You spoke out, nodding your head with what you said. Will slightly huffed out a silent chuckle at the way you just spoke your thoughts out.

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"We have passed the coffee shop, I thought we were going to get coffee?" You question looking out the window as the store passes through your view.

Will tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he spoke, "Well, Since the news just broke out of cyborgs and variants, I'm afraid they won't be too...welcoming.." Will sighed, already knowing it was because of the nosy reporter, Freddie Lounds.

Suddenly the Slasher husband eyed you slightly before turning back to the road, "However, I do have a coffee machine at my husband and I's house..." Will coughed out, looking to see your reaction to the word husband.

You had an indifferent expression seemingly unbothered by this, which made Will let out a sigh of relief.

"You're going out of your way just to please me, yet I can't even drink coffee." You spoke out turning your head towards Will.

Slowly pausing at noticing Will's quiet expression you responded quickly, "I do suppose...that it is the thought that counts." You didn't want to seem ungrateful to him trying to be welcoming really, but it did come off in such a way.

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Carefully looking around the large house, you notice how put together it was, "The dining room is this way." Will motioned over as you followed him.

Simply staring at the dining room, you didn't realize that Will had already left the scene, so you were stuck observing your surroundings.

A smile stretched onto your face as your trail back at how Will drove you all the way here, just to get coffee, instead of going to the coffee shop where you would feel unwelcomed.

"You must be Will's guest." A proper voice spoke to you as suddenly you turned around as when heard the Lithuanian accent.

Much like Will, this man would be considered Handsome by human standards. "Thank you for welcoming into your home, I am RK800, please call me [Name]." You introduced yourself, holding out your hand, as Hannibal eagerly took it,

"Hannibal Lecter, it's my pleasure." He calmly spoke, You suddenly distinguished that Hannibal was observing you intently, trying to predict your next motive. "Mr. Lecter, may I be so bold to assume that you are in some type of psychologist workplace?" You quickly ask. Hannibal smiled at your intelligence and capability to read him just by him looking at you.

Hannibal nodded his head, "Yes, you are correct, I'm a psychiatrist." He observed the glowing LED circle on your temple, which flashed a sudden red color before resuming back to blue.

You snapped out of your broke gaze before twitching your head slightly as you felt the strange sense of change inside you, "I'm sorry...that was quite strange..." You muttered out, tapping your temple gently.

[sugurusluts]

An Innocent Prank

Type: Connor x Gen Neutral Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: when Hank notices how naturally cold Connor seems to be he encourages him to flaunt his models capabilities to Y/N.

“Jesus Christ are you always this fucking cold?!” Hank groaned, pulling his hand away from Connors as he handed him a file. It fell to the floor near Hanks feet as he sat in his office chair.

Connor cocked his head to the side slightly as he bent down to pick up the file once again.“My model has temperature readjustment enabled, but it seems quite irrelevant as of now. So yes, my body is much colder than room temperature” he flaunted his bodies capabilities, expecting praise.

Before Hank could respond, he noticed you lingering in the corner of his eye, back facing him, talking to Chris. His eyes lit up with an idea.

Hank has a tendency to put a cold beverage on the small of your back to make you squirm, always resulting in your screaming and tucking in your shirt. Just one of the many fatherly like teasings he gave you, but it would mean something entirely different if Connor startled you with the coldest hand you’ve ever felt.

“Con, could you do me a favor?”

“Of course lieutenant!” He smiled proudly, excited to be of use to his friend.

“Y/N would be real happy to learn about your functions, why don’t you go touch their back? They loves surprises.”

“..would Y/N be ok with that?”

“I do it all the time, trust me it’ll be funny”

“..alright then”

Hank ushered Connor towards you. Connor stood behind you as you continued your conversation with Chris, who barely acknowledged his presence behind you. He couldn’t fight the smile on his face hearing you laugh at Chris’s jokes.

Before you could react you felt the back of your shirt being lifted slightly. You flinched, expecting hank to quickly press a can of soda against you.

You yelped, arching your back away at something much colder than a soda.

“Oh god fuck you Ha-!” You spun around, seeing Connor completely shocked with tinted blue checks.

You stood still, staring at him trying to figure out why the usually passive and ready to please Connor would scare you. The pieces clicked in your mind as soon as Hank bursted out laughing.

“You dickhead!” You called out, lunging towards his desk, smacking your hands down making his desk shake. This only made Hank laugh more as you both bickered.

Connors LED flickered between blue and yellow, not understanding the sheer emotions he was experiencing, wanting nothing more than to feel you in such a vaguely intimate way again.

Connor simply stood, staring down at the hand he used to startle you. While feeling the arch in your back, his hand lingering just a little longer than it should have.

[khaiharu]

Some fixes still WIP, I need to practice some shadow tho🤛🏻

RK800 Connor trying to jump something xd

[planettnibiruu]

DBH FANDOM I NEED YOUR HELP

back mid last year i vividly remember reading what was probably one of the best fanfics I've ever read on AO3. it was like 70 chapters long, and featured yn being paired with RK900/nines, and they like hated each other. it then had a plot about a hacker or something hijacking androids etc. i remember the yn had truama about being choked.

PLEASE IM LOOKING SO BADLY FOR THIS FIC

i have a suspicion it might've been deleted, but it was so good and i really wanna re-read it. if you know the fic please link or tell me the name!!! thank you!!

[toutallyahoe]

Death Doesn't Hesitate ~ Markus & Simon (Detroit: Become Human)

requested by: –

pairing(s): markus x male reader, simon x male reader

warnings: character death

a/n: im alive also teehee angst go brrr

on a serious note, terribly sorry for disappearing on tumblr for a while, people who follow me in wattpad or quotev probably tell im mostly on there for a while but things arent really well atm haha

but anyways, i literally forgot to post some of my other fics here months ago so... sorry about that

Markus' footsteps echoed into the large broken-down building near the pier of where the large ship called Jericho was. The android scanned the run-downed area to finally see the person he was looking for, [Name]. Markus was worried for the other android, everyone who knew [Name] and him was.

Sighing, Markus slowly approached [Name] who was sitting on the ledge of the open area of the run-downed building. The walls of the rundown room were destroyed in time and unfinished demolition. It still provides a beautiful view of the ocean.

Markus looked at [Name] whose back was facing the opposite of him and was looking at the ocean. Markus wondered if [Name] was watching the beautiful view this place gives or was just lost in his thoughts.

"[Name]?" Markus had softly called out to the other as he had sat beside [Name] when he was close. He tried to make himself comfortable as he gave a small space in between him and [Name]'s since Markus didn't know if [Name] was willing to have someone close to him.

"Hey," Markus greeted the unresponsive android beside him as he turns to look at [Name]. Markus frowned when [Name] didn't give much of a glance at him as he merely stared at the large view of the sea and the old abandoned ship that he and other deviants called home, Jericho.

In other times, Markus would have thought [Name] was enjoying himself like he usually does, this was the spot where he would often go to enjoy their freedom. But Markus know this wasn't the case, not anymore. Markus know [Name] was lost in his thoughts as he looked at the scenery blankly, almost lifeless with no shine in his eyes and the deviant leader was worried.

Markus let out a sigh as he decided to grab one of [Name]'s hands. A bit hesitant but Markus wanted to give some sort of comfort for [Name] and maybe have the other react, hoping for something at all. The deviant leader was surprised when he felt the other intertwined their fingers together as [Name] softly squeezed his hand. Markus furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at [Name] again, worry evident in his blue and green colored eyes as he gazes at [Name].

[Name], in Markus' eyes, looked so lost. Markus fully knows what the other had been thinking for a while now and the deviant leader could not blame him. [Name] had just lost someone he grew to care for and love. They all did. But [Name] seemed to have taken it the worst from the rest— and it made Markus feel the guilt of a broken promise.

"Please keep them safe, Markus."

Markus wanted to say something but kept quiet and looked at the scene in front of him like [Name] does. He doesn't know what to say at all, so he kept his mouth shut. Not wanting to ruin the other's peace as Markus couldn't help but feel sadness wash over him.

This was odd. For years, Markus barely felt anything at all. He was an android— they were an android. A machine built with no life in them— well, that's what everyone thought. But here they were, so humanlike. So alive.

Markus sometimes wondered if this was even worth waking up from his programming because everything was so confusing... emotions were so confusing. Life was so confusing and hard. Too hard. Everything was so hard and Markus could only wish things were easier for him. For them.

The waves rolled by as the cold ocean air passed by in a breeze at the two, it was silent and Markus let it be. [Name] was grieving and all he could do was sit by his side. This was... this was the only thing he can do and not mess up anymore. He had already done enough. Markus just wished he could do more for [Name] but right now, it was better for him to just stay and hope his presence didn't bother [Name].

[Name] blankly stared at the ocean in front of him. His mind screamed for him to say something to the other beside him, to at least let Markus know he was alright. But he can't. And he wasn't fine, he wasn't at all. Not since he didn't return.

[Name]'s mind was flooded with memories of him. The first android who welcomed him in Jericho, and the first one to bring down the walls he built after he awakened from his programming. The one who had made him learn to trust in others once again and feel something other than hatred for what the world had done to him.

Simon.

The blond deviant welcomed him and didn't stop pestering him until he talked. The deviant who he grew to love and adore as the blond did to him as well. They loved each other so much. [Name] loved Simon.

But Simon was gone.

[Name] knew that.

The news of Simon's abrupt end when the blond, Josh, North, and Markus infiltrated Stratford Tower to send a message about their cause. It was a success—

'But at what cause?' [Name] would often think to himself as he remembered Markus telling Simon's end. It was like it was just yesterday he saw Simon smile at him. Softly promising he will come back to him...

It hurt [Name] a lot.

It hurt [Name] so damn much.

Death. A scary thing it was. Being born into this world to slowly die every second— every day.

Some were lucky to reach their elderly stage, but some were not. Others die in the womb of their mothers, die at childbirth, in their early ages of teen to adulthood. Some from natural causes while some in accidents or driven to end it all by their own accord. But everyone always dies.

Death was hauntingly beautiful. People would forget that they could die at any given moment in any second of the day. How fragile and weak they truly are.

Maybe this is why it caused the heartbreak to even be more painful than ever. Maybe the idea that they weren't truly humans, to begin with, created a false illusion in his mind. That made him think of death as a meaningless thing. A small joke that he believed wouldn't reach him and forcefully drag him away from the others.

Yeah, maybe that's why it hurt like hell when death came and took someone he had loved. Death doesn't hesitate between the sinners and the saints. It will always take...

Sometimes [Name] blames Markus for Simon's death. [Name] knows it wasn't Markus' fault at all, but sometimes... sometimes he just has this thought of "what if" Markus hadn't found Jericho. Simon would still be alive and here beside him, right? Simon would be welcoming new deviants with open arms and just have the blond there, alive with the others. With him.

But Simon was gone. He wasn't there anymore. Simon was dead and [Name] hated it— but he couldn't stay mad at Markus. He can't even if he wanted to but that still doesn't stop the empty feeling inside his chest. [Name] knew Markus was doing his best for the others. For them. But remembering Simon wasn't there made [Name]'s Thirium Pump, his own heart, ache so badly. He felt so empty. Like he was back to being caged by his programming once more and he hated it so much.

Simon was their friend. Markus' friend. His friend— his partner! But why? Why did they let Simon die?

'Just why...? Why Simon? Why, why, why?!?' Those thoughts swirled into [Name]'s mind, dragging him down in the depths of sadness and anger once again. It was like when he first awakened. So angry at the world because he did everything to his owners— those people that bought him to be used and abused for their own sick enjoyment. Why was he always hurting? Why him?

[Name]'s hands curled into a fist. The hand that held Markus' own hands tightened its grip, making the heterochromatic android notice [Name]'s suddenly tensing and growing more emotional.

"Why?" [Name] quietly asked, his voice cracking as he held back the tears falling in his eyes. It hurts. Everything hurts. Why was it hurting? Why was he hurting so damn much? "J... just why...?"

Was this the price of being alive? If so, please take it away from him. Please.

[Name]'s sudden question made the android beside him looked at him in worry and confusion. Why what? What does [Name] mean? Markus was puzzled and was about to ask what does he mean when [Name] continued.

"Why... why did you leave him? Left him... him to die?" [Name] asked as he turns to look at Markus, making the other android see the tears he tried to keep slowly falling. "W... why Markus?" [Name] softly asked as he gazes at Markus' blue and green eyes, the android immediately noticed the pain and sadness in his [Eye color] ones as Markus felt his throat go dry.

They were androids. They weren't supposed to feel anything and obey orders with no questions. But here they were, one was crying and breaking apart while the other felt his world crash down as guilt ate him up.

"We didn't mean to..." Markus wanted to say to the broken android beside him— but he couldn't. He couldn't say those words because Markus knew he could have at least helped the blond deviant when Simon was injured. They could've helped him. He could have helped Simon in Stratford Tower but he didn't and now he had broken his promise to the android beside him.

"I... I'm sorry..." Markus quietly muttered as he raised his hand towards [Name]'s face and wiped the tears with his thumb. His hands were shaking and his thoughts weren't nice at all as his mind was screaming at him for hurting someone he loved. He hurt [Name].

"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry [Name]... I... I would do anything... anything to save him..." Markus cried as he felt his own tears fall as well. Simon was a friend. A true friend to Markus. Someone who supported him. Markus cared for the blond deviant as he cared for the very android in front. But he should've cared more because why did he leave Simon alone? Why did they leave him?

Markus loved [Name]. He loved the [Hair color] haired android so much that it hurts him to see this once happy man cry from the mess he had made. He knew Simon meant more than just a friend to [Name], that's why before they left to infiltrate Stratford Tower that day, he promised to bring everyone back to [Name]. To bring North, Josh, and Simon back safely.

But in the end, he didn't keep his promise at all...

"I-i... I'm so, so sorry [Name]..." Markus softly cried as he wiped [Name]'s tears away. He was sorry. Markus couldn't stop thinking that he could have done something to help Simon. They sent their message but at the cause of Simon's life.

As Markus cried, [Name] could only lean closer to one of Markus' hands and closed his eyes. [Name] had softly grabbed the heterochromatic android's hands a while ago and began to squeeze them gently, trying to comfort Markus as broken sobs left his lips.

[Name] took a deep breath as he had opened his eyes. [Eye color] ones clashed with blue and green eyes of Markus as a few tears still escaped and fell. [Name] softly squeezed Markus' hand again as he then goes and hugged the android. God, [Name] knew Markus was strong and he sometimes thought Markus didn't care at all about Simon's death but he was wrong. Of course, he was. Markus cared for them and was just as hurt as him.

"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry [Name]..." Markus muttered as he cried. He was ashamed and saddened as he buried his head on the other shoulder. Hearing Markus broken cries only made the [Hair color] haired android wrap his arms around Markus and tighten his hold on the other android.

"I know... I... I know, Markus..." [Name] croaked out as he cried. Markus silently cried with him as the android gripped the fabric of his clothes. It hurt them both to lose Simon. A friend and something more to the [Hair color] haired android. They lost someone who deserved more than this.

The two stayed in each other's holds for a while, it was both Markus and [Name]'s ground to reality. The front that Markus had put up to give the other androids in Jericho fully crumbled and [Name] finally got rid of those thoughts of blaming Markus away.

After another while, the two finally separated and decided to continue sitting there at the ledge of the old building, silently watching the waves crash by in front of them. The silence wasn't tense or awkward, it was just perfect. No words were spoken as they relished at the weight of guilt and sadness seemed to lessen. It was still there but Markus and [Name] found comfort in each other's presence.

[Name] mindlessly stare at the ocean, watching the waves rolls by as Jericho was rocking a bit from the moving waters. As he continues to stare, his thoughts went back to the blond android and his death.

Did it hurt? Was Simon hurt? Did he suffer more before he had died? The thoughts of how Simon felt when he died caused his Thirium Pump to ache a bit more. [Name] wished Simon didn't have to suffer than he already did. He wished that the blond died peacefully.

"Will it hurt?" [Name] softly asked out of the blue. This caused Markus to immediately turn his head towards him with confusion written on his face.

"Wha—" Markus started but was cut off by the [Hair color] haired android.

"Will it hurt? Dying I mean..." [Name] had repeatedly said again but more clearly as he turned to look at the heterochromatic android with a melancholic smile on his lips. His [Eye color] eyes stared at Markus' blue and green ones with sadness and regret. [Name] didn't want to ruin the comforting atmosphere they had but he wanted to know if Simon didn't feel more pain before his death. He needed to know. Markus doesn't know what to say towards the other.

"W... why would you ask?" The deviant leader hesitantly asked as he saw the [Hair color] haired android let out a sigh and looked back at the view in front of them.

"I just want to... to know how Simon would have felt... more pain..." [Name] wanted to say but he held his tongue back as thinking of how Simon would have painfully died made him more hurt. Instead, [Name] shakes his head as he hesitantly asked Markus' thoughts.

"I... don't want to sound insensitive but... you did feel death right?" [Name] asked, remembering the deviant leader told him about his past a while back when they shared stories of how they came to be. "When you got shot... did... did it hurt...?" He cleared as he looked at Markus. Markus only nodded his head as he turns and looked at the scene in front of him.

"Yes... I did..." Markus had softly said as he unconsciously curled his hands into a fist. The horrid memory of that night where he was stripped away from the only person he called a family. When he was still wasn't himself. Where he wasn't awakened yet. He felt the bullet immediately hitting him. How it came so fast that he didn't even register that he was shot. How he almost died.

Markus' was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt someone grab his hand. Looking at it, the deviant leader was surprised to find [Name]'s hand intertwined with his. Markus looked up to see the [Hair color] haired android's face softly looking at him with a small solemn smile on his lips.

"Hey, it's okay... I... you're here now..." [Name] softly said as he squeezed Markus' hand. Regret was in his eyes from bringing such a horrible memory up. Markus knows [Name] felt bad and he couldn't help but smile at [Name] as he then looked back at the view of the sea and Jericho with a calm look on his face.

"No... it'll feel like sleeping..." Markus had answered as he remembered how everything felt so calm that moment when he was shot. It was horrible to realized he almost died but Markus want to make sure [Name] know Simon didn't have to suffer in his death. And Markus promised he would try his best to not let [Name] get hurt anymore.

"It was peaceful," Markus softly said and he slowly put his head on [Name]'s shoulder. Closing his eyes as [Name] held his hand a bit tighter. The two relished in each other's comfort as the color of both the skins of their hands slowly faded and the two let it be.

[glxyaaandromeda]

Preferences | Detriot: Become Human

Character/s: Connor RK800, Hank Anderson (and Sumo), Markus RK200, Carl Manfred, mentions of Jericho and Leo Manfred. Summary: After Markus won from his peaceful demonstration everything seemed so right in place and since you live far away from your hometown, you decided to celebrate New Year’s Eve with Connor RK800 (with Hank and Sumo of course) / Markus RK200 ( with Carl, the people of Jericho and maybe with Leo? I don’t know, he’s a jackass though.)

Pairing/s: Connor RK800 x F! Reader / Markus RK200 x F! Reader (established relationship)

Warning/s: None except this whole headcanon is like fluff, and wholesome!

A/N: My first headcanon for my boys (Connor and Markus), I decided to watch jacksepticeye’s D:BH playthrough, and well… I love them both so much. Happy New Year by the way! Feedbacks / coffee are very much appreciated, love you guys!

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Connor RK800 + Hank Anderson and Sumo

Ever since his post-deviancy, you have been there for him. To support his new found feelings, almost babysat a child - but of course a full grown, man. Hank didn’t mind though since you are practically his daughter so when you offered to help Connor, he was glad.

You celebrated Christmas Eve with them, though you were sad that you weren’t able to celebrate Christmas with your parents, relatives, and favorite cousin since you’re far from where you’re actual hometown is, they understand.

Connor knows how family-oriented you are (or maybe not, which both him and Hank truly understand your reason, besides they are your family now.)

When you told him that you’ll be celebrating New Year with them, he was so glad, the way his eyes sparkled with delight, that he got time to spend with you more, Hank and Sumo. “How about your parents?” “Oh, I’m sure they’ll understand” You almost forgot that you’re an adult so basically you can do whatever you guys want.

Of course, you can’t forget about the fireworks, but Hank is the one who’s an expert on this so you let the boys buy what kind of fireworks you’ll be using for the new year. 

Since Connor is not programmed in household work, he feels bad that he had to leave you in cooking/baking/cleaning with Sumo while he and Hank go firework shopping.

You assure Connor that household chores were completely okay with you, it’s like your stress reliever and help for the both of them since they are like family to you.

Waving goodbye to them, you started feeding Sumo first, cleaning the house, tidying up the rooms, you took a quick water-food break and a nap - and then after you woke up from Sumo licking your hand, you decided to get started cooking.

One dish from your hometown and one dish that surely Hank will love, ‘ugh how I wish Connor can eat too, I’m sure he’ll love these’ You thought to yourself and sighed, after preparing the dishes for tonight you started to make red velvet cookies. After everything is settled, you decided to take a nap on the couch while Sumo sleeps with you.

Hours later, you heard a ruckus - Sumo shifted and you stirred awake “Hey darling” someone scoffed after that greeting ‘Obviously the one who scoffed is Hank’ you laugh and greeted Connor giving him a kiss on his cheek “Are you guys able to buy fireworks for later?” “Mhm,” When Connor sits beside you, he was taken aback when you sit on his lap and nuzzle your face to his neck - fast asleep. 

When Hank was about to say anything for (Y/N) or Connor, he motioned that you’re fast asleep again - Hank just nods and eats some of the dishes you cooked, savoring each bite while you and Connor are on the couch, resting.

It’s been an hour since you’ve fallen asleep, you didn’t notice that you were in the shared bed with Connor when Hank barged in with a trumpet that he blew making you stir in sleep “Happy New Year kid!” You sit up, adjusting your vision and greet Hank a happy new year, it was very uncharacteristic of him to be this joyful but hey - let the old man be happy.

When Hank came out of the bedroom saying that he’ll be preparing things that are needed for the fireworks, he also greeted Connor who was leaning in the doorframe. “Hey hot-stuff” you pat the free space on the bed and he happily obliged “I will always never get used to calling you, me random nicknames” He laughed,  ‘god his laugh is so - genuine’ you thought to yourself “ah well, it’s just that…” you paused while he waits “gosh I am so happy that you’re with me - Hank and Sumo…” “I’m happy that you’re here too, (Y/N)” as you snuggle up close to him, he kissed your forehead.

Hank, on the other hand he knocks on the bedroom door saying thanks to (Y/N) that made him feel that Cole is here again - “I’m sure your son will be proud of you, Hank.” before even Hank cry in tears of joy he just agreed with you, “come on love birds we should start to light up those fireworks.” You and Connor walk hand in hand, grateful that you have each other backs despite of what the year has been rough for everyone else.

~~~

Markus RK200 + Jericho and Carl Manfred (mentions of Leo, maybe?)

When Markus became deviant, you were there to witness the whole scene - and you who became fond with the android himself you helped him out. “You gotta leave now before they kill you!” Carl said to him as you both go to your cozy apartment. That was the first time you saw him afraid, anxious - hoping that Leo didn’t die from the impact, you assured him that everything will be okay.

As much as he wants to contact Carl about the situation of his son, Leo, you stopped him. Knowing that the police are hunting them and he agreed. “Since deviants are spreading - maybe when this issue subside we’ll be able to contact Carl again.” Markus sigh, “We should probably find a hideout, anytime soon a police might barge it, I don’t want you to be in danger (Y/N).”

Jericho - the hideout place that he found, by talking to damaged android that he found he met Simon and his other companions. North, however she’s still suspicious about you - knowing that you work with the Cyberlife but that doesn’t stop the others to grow fondly of you.

After Markus and his people won because of his peaceful demonstration, he feel relieved more than ever. Although it wasn’t avoidable that some human continue to despite human-android relationship, or android having the rights to do what they want – that can’t be helped. He was also glad that you were his right-hand man.

You celebrated Christmas with Markus, visited Carl - who’s surprisingly doing better (he had a new android to help him out around the house after that incident) but nonetheless he’s proud of Markus and his freedom march. “Hey Markus, can I have a moment with Carl?” he nods and left you with him. “I know it’s been a while but I have something in mind…” You paused, while Carl raised an eyebrow at you. “I was thinking of having a party here to your mansion - like at New Years Eve? If that’s okay with you uncle.” He was delighted - and even help you out to call some event organizers to help you out without raising any suspicion to Markus.

When you bid goodbye to your uncle Carl both of you made sure that everything will go according to plan - days go by and Markus doesn’t really raise any suspicion about visiting Carl though he keep insisting that he should come for your safety (rest easy is not on his vocabulary apparently..) “Come on, (Y/N). I want to visit Carl too - I’ll cook you your favorite!” “Fiiineeee.” You playfully punch his arm - how can you resist this man? He’s literally a house-husband material!

After you told Markus that he should wait at your car - you grab a gift for the hero, Markus himself. Putting it inside your bag that you planned on giving him to the party. “I’ll drive.” “What? No-” he give you ‘the look’ that you can’t just - resist, ‘gosh, he’s so charismatic-’ rolling your eyes you put your bag at the backseat of your car, Markus noticed that. Obviously. “I hope you’re not scanning that bag, babe.” Markus raised his hands in defeat and he let out a chuckle “You have my words babe, I won’t.” and of course he kept his words, while he proceed to start the engine - drive to Carl’s mansion talking about what happened for the past few months.

Arriving at Carl’s mansion, you grab your bag - while Markus as a nice gentleman as he is, well he open the door of your car for you. Muttering ‘thank you, babe’ he smiled sweetly. He never failed to make you swoon, ever. “Welcome back, Markus and Miss (Y/N)” an android who greeted them as soon as they enter Carl’s mansion when you’re about to go straight to the living room Markus stopped you “wait, I thought you’re going to visit Carl?” You blinked, thinking of a lie your heartbeat became erratic. It’s funny because it’s not like you did something wrong but - “Your heartbeat quickens, are you hiding something from me?” “What? No! I- I was going to grab some water- like I’m thirsty… right-” “Hm… alright, I meet you upstairs then.” “R-right!” 

You quickly went to your way to the living room, where supposedly the people of Jericho and Carl himself is there. “Okay okay, is everybody complete now? Woah this is making me cry I- gosh-” Carl reassures you that this will go well, he hope (it’s not that he doesn’t want to see Leo interfere but you know that guy, unpredictable as hell.) “(Y/N)? Carl isn’t upstai-” before Markus can even finish his sentence, everyone included you said ‘Surprise!’ in unison. He was, obviously in shocked - in fact he looks like he was about to cry.

Markus walked towards you, feeling like the time had stopped - he hold your hands and gently squeezed it. “You did all of these?” He looked around the spacious living room, decorated but not over-decorated, some of his people are here especially his friends: North, Josh, Simon, Lucy and John. “Well, I asked my uncle for help - and then your friends helped me too so, it’s not only me.” You smiled sheepishly at him - “oh wait, here’s my gift for you too - it was Carl’s idea by the way.” He happily accept the gift, tearing up the gift wrapping - it was a huge box, with clothes, although you know his style, Carl was able to choose some clothes that will really suit him. I tell you - the man is speechless. 

After the year changed, it was a sure great start for everyone else, he hoped that the other humans will be enlighten that the androids did not want any harm at all, but rather freedom, peace and understanding that they are more than just any machine.

[celestialking]

Love Game Intuition

◇ NSFW 18+ only ◇ Minors/Ageless blogs DNI ◇ You will be blocked ◇

◇ Event Masterlist ◇ Event Rules ◇ Their Request ◇

Pairing: EdenClubAndroid!Sapnap x amab!Reader

Au: Detroit become human

Warnings: dacryphillia, degrading, praise, dumbification, amab, sex club

Phrase Indigo: "That’s it. Take it like a good whore,"

A/N: posting this one makes me nervous for some reason

Androids. They made everything so much easier. They could offer you so much; do the chores, cooking, give companionship. Oh. The last one made your heart ache. Being alone for so long had made you consider purchasing one, but they were pretty expensive. The starting prices were usually well over 8 thousand and for the type of companionship you desired? Shockingly, but not shockingly, costly. 

Today however was different by some miracle, or accident. A flyer had made its way into your mail stack. The Eden club. You had heard of places like this opening up ever since the android act passed years ago. Places that offered experiences you wouldn't normally get and it was tempting; so tempting you had now been standing outside for 15 minutes weighing your choices. 

The Detriot air was frigid around your body, the first snow of the season had just fallen, yet even the bite of winter approaching couldn't help you make up your mind. Finally letting fate decide you flipped a spare coin in your pocket. Heads; you try something new. Sighing you pocketed the coin and headed inside. Bright neon pictures of half naked androids flanked you. The main lobby was no different. There was definitely no subtly to this place. 

"You look new, no need to be shy," your head followed the voice. The person ended up introducing themselves as the owner. "Usually I'm around back doing things, but I have plenty of time to help a new customer," 

"How do you know im-" 

The man blinked at you. "You look terrified," he responded as if it was obvious. He told you to follow him. "I'll show you all the ones perfect for first timers," 

"Are they more expensive than the others?" You quirked an eyebrow knowing how these establishments usually are. 

He didn't answer but the boastful laugh that followed your question was answer enough. He continued through the different rooms, red, and blue. "If you're looking for cameras you'll find none," he said, gauging your uneasiness. "Complete anonymity, people come and go as they please," 

Clearing your throat you turned away from him, glancing at all the various androids you were passing. "Are there any that can be rented to come home with you for a night?" You questioned glancing at one on a pole. 

"Of course right over here," Once more you were disappointed by the selection in front of you. Maybe you really just needed to go meet an actual person. "So, how about any of these? And with renting at home you'll have to select activities and sign a little contract, it's no big deal," he laughed. 

"How about that one?" You asked, catching sight of another android. He seemed- different. This one was in normal attire and the only way you knew he was one was thanks to the blinking yellow LED on the side of his head. He was watching you with dark eyes across the room from where he sat at the bottom of one of the poles. 

The owner followed your gaze. "I'm not so sure about that," 

"Why not?" 

"He's built for rougher things, I-" 

"I want that- I mean. That's um- that's fine. I'm fine with that," 

He regarded you with a puzzled look but sighed giving in. He waved the android over and led you to the desk where he pulled a paper out. "Here," he pushed the screen towards you. "Just type in whatever specific things you like and a stopping word," he sighed. You did as he asked, acutely aware of the dark eyes that continued to stare you down. There was something a bit unsettling about it. It wasn't your everyday blank android stare. 

Pushing everything back to the man you remembered whispers of a different type of android, ones called- "Okay, that should be all, sign and pay here then he'll just follow you back," you grabbed the pen signing it and swiping your card. 

"But what about him, how will he get back?" 

The male in front of you laughed as he took away the contract. It must have been a stupid question. "He'll find his way back, it's in his program. They always return," But if he's what you think he is. He won't be returning back here anytime soon. 

The process was pretty simple. You paid, you signed, now you drive him to your place, and then things will be over. 

You stepped into your apartment door, android on your tail. Once you shut the door you sighed. "There are some spare clothes in the laundry room if you want to change. I think you'd fit them," 

He tilted his head at you confused. "What?" Those were the first words he had spoken all night. 

"Well you're a deviant aren't you? You're going to run away?" You asked softly, hoping you hadn't misread the situation. Years of playing detective games please don't fail you now. 

He seemed to scramble for an excuse but failed to give you one. "You're very bad at pretending to be a non-deviant," 

"And you still paid for a night with me?" 

"How else would you escape?" You shrugged. Although maybe you weren't getting companionship tonight, it still made you feel good to help someone else. 

"Thank you," 

"You're welcome, you can stay here for the night if you need, the couch is all i've got available but it's comfortable," 

He took a step closer. "Oh I plan on it," You looked up at him, noticing how quickly he closed the distance between you two. 

At your confused look he chuckled. "You paid for a night sugar, and I fully intend on giving you the best night of your life of one variety or the next," 

You turned away from him. The implications of his sentence told you it didn't have to be sex he provided but thinking back to what the owner said, "he's built for rougher things,", Curiosity was peeking its little head. He seemed eager to thank you. Giving him the consent he needed you began stepping away. 

"You really don't have to. So don't- don't feel forced to but... I'm heading to my room if you'd like to continue our paid plans. You can follow," 

Just as your body turned into the hallway you heard him speak up. 

"Sapnap," 

"What?" You looked back to the raven-haired male offering you a cocky smirk. 

"Sapnap. In case you need to know what name you're screaming tonight," 

A heat passed through your face. "I-," you let him win this one as you lead him to your room. 

You had barely taken a seat on your bed before Sapnap had moved between your legs. His hands rested heavily on your knees, an artificial breath fanning over you. You leaned back slightly on your hands. He was studying every bit of you as if trying to figure out where to start first. His hands crawled up your thigh as he did. "Your heart rate is elevated," he murmured. "Let me help you...relax," 

Wordlessly you allowed him to drag down your pants slowly. You shivered at the feeling of his fingertips slowly drifting along your thighs.   He was staring at you with such intensity you didn't know if you'd last the night. 

Sapnap slowly stood up from pulling your clothes off, now leaning over you. "What do you want?" 

"K-kiss me please," 

He leaned forward pressing his lips against yours. They molded together perfectly. He whined as you pulled away for a small breath, chasing you as you did. Sapnap didn't seem to want to stop this exchange of lustful passion. 

It made you dizzy the way he dominated the kiss. The way he was stealing your breath and more. When he pulled away he studied the way your lips were not a bit swollen, cheeks lightly tinted, and eyes begging him to absolutely ruin you. Poor you. You didn't know what you were getting yourself into. Did you? 

As he was leaning over to grab the lube you left for tonight, it dawned on you. Sapnap knew exactly what you wanted tonight, having typed it out earlier. You'd be lucky to even be able to speak let alone think later. Cold fingers pushed gently against your hole. He began to stretch you open with impossible precision. 

"I didn't know you were such a whore baby," he grinned, glancing up at you. His eyelashes fluttering innocently was the complete opposite of the story his lips told. He was amused by the small groan you let out. Hot words that had burning results. 

"Holes sucking my fingers back in," Sapnap mumbled to himself. You weren't listening, however, more focused on the now three fingers stuffing you. Your hips jolted as he curled them. "So responsive," another murmur just for him. You caught his wrist as he sped up making him lock eyes with you. 

"Enough," slowly he pulled them out. "I need more," 

"So demanding," he chuckled lowly as he slicked himself up. 

"If you don't fuck me right now-" 

"You'll what?" Sapnap grinned tapping the tip against you. 

"You'll be sleeping on the couch tonight," 

His hips rutted against you a few times, only letting the tip enter and exit. What a teasing asshole. "As opposed to your bed?" 

"Exactly," 

That's when he pushed in for real. His hands caught yours and pinned them by your head. Your gasp was cut off by a moan. God, he was big. "Breathe," he reminded softly, his cock slowly stretching you open. Had you been holding your breath? 

You whimpered, catching his attention. Sapnap hushed you gently. 

"Oh I know baby, I'm bigger than you thought," he nuzzled your face. "Taking it so well, so perfectly, made just for me," your walls squeezed around him harshly. 

You felt almost as if you had been charged with electricity. Every nerve in your body crackled with pleasure as he fully bottomed out. His dick filled you perfectly, the tip kissing right against a bundle of nerves you didn't think he'd find so soon. With a tight grip on your hips, Sapnap slowly started to thrust. The pull and drag of each movement had you desperate for more. You wanted to be broken, you wanted him to ruin you. 

Sapnap noticed and began teasing you. "If you wanted it faster, sugar, all you had to do was ask," he grinned down at you. His thrusts were teasing, grinding lightly as he pushed in. 

"C'mon, use your words, I know you can," 

Your wrists flexed beneath him. "Please?" 

And how could he resist such soft doe eyes? Sapnap pulled out and helped you to stand up and bend over the bed before pushing back in. "Better buckle up baby," he chuckled. 

Sapnap's grip on your hips was bruising, keeping you exactly where he wanted. Your legs quivered with each rough thrust, each time threatening to give out. You couldn't stop the assortment of cries and moans tumbling from your lips even if you wanted to. 

Each noise was music to Sapnap's ears, and he wanted more. It fueled his movements, fucking faster and harder to draw each one out as loud as he could. 

You don't even know how you got into this position. One second you're bent over the bed the next you're being pulled up and back against Sapnap's chest. A hand lifted one of your legs by the thigh allowing him to fuck deeper than before. 

"Oh fuck," you whined. The free hand wrapped around your hip to stroke roughly at your cock. You choked on a plea of 'harder', hands grasping his forearms desperately. 

The low chuckle that escaped him made your face heat. "God what a fucking slut, begging me to go harder. You hear how fucking good you sound right now sweetheart?" Sapnap moaned. It was a sound you didn't even know he could produce. A sound that reverberated through your body, twisting everything into a silly knot. 

You didn't even notice the first tears as they slipped. Too lost in the overwhelming pleasure he was providing. Sapnap noticed, however. "Is it really that good baby? So good you're crying?" He grinned going faster. "Go on sugar, keep those pretty tears coming. Look so good babbling on my dick looking so fucked out," it was as if he knew everything about you. Exactly how to twist his wrist and where to touch you to make you scream his name. 

You didn't want it to stop. You felt as if you were on a higher plane of existence right now. You went limp in his grasp without any warning as your orgasm washed over you. 

Sapnap chuckled watching your cum splash onto your lower body. His hand continued to stroke, dragging his thumb against the sensitive tip. "That's it cum for me pretty boy, all for me," his head dipped to your neck, kissing gently against your throat. "I know you can do it again. One more for me," he whispered. Another orgasm washed over you in response. It was unfair how he could take you apart so quickly. 

When Sapnap began to pull out you whined. 

"Are you sure you'd like to keep going?"

 "Please," 

Sapnap just hummed in response. "Okay, I'll keep going until you're satisfied," he teased. You let him move you into another position, this time on the bed probably out of fear that your quivering legs would let you down. Hands and knees. 

Your arms shook as you tried to hold yourself up. It wasn't a surprise that he saw. He was well equipped to take care of any needs, whether you knew you needed them or not. His hand pressed down on your back. "There you go sugar," he praised as you let your chest touch the bed. 

"Not a single little thought in that brain of yours is there?" he hummed softly, pushing in once more. Your arms were adjusted to be comfortable. "That's okay. That's why I'm here, let me take care of you," Any coherent thoughts you may have had fizzled out as the sweet man behind you thrust away. 

"You just lay there and enjoy," he cooed. His hands were like life anchors on you. Keeping you afloat. One holding your wrists gently against your back, the other pushing softly on your head. "Think I'll stay for a bit, take good care of you. How's that sound baby?" Your broken moans of his name made him grin. 

"That’s it. Take it like a good whore," 

You had never felt so pliant just from a few coos. So warm in his grasp. He can stay however long he wants. 

[spcewild]

Boundaries & Fandom I will write for !

Just restating games/Fandom I will write for ;

Rdr (1&2)

Re (resident evil - Leon Kennedy, Carlos, Luis Sera, etc.)

SR (Saints row - all main characters [Johnny gat, Shaundi, etc.])

COD (Black ops, newer cod games, etc.)

Mortal Kombat (1 & 11)

Borderlands (1&2 + Tales From Borderlands only!)

Spiderman; across the multiverse

TKAM [To kill a mockingbird] (ADULT characters + platonic/parent like relationship w/ others)

DBH [Detriot: Become Human] (any ADULT characters and ADULT androids)

The Walking Dead [Rick Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Shane Walsh, Maggie, Glenn, etc.] (ALL ADULT CHARACTERS)

The Punisher (All ADULT main characters)

The Outsiders (All Characters EXECPT for antagonists/Socs [NOT INCLUDING CHERRY])

Rumble Fish (Motorcycle Boy, Rusty James, Patty, etc...)

Tex (All main characters)

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What I refuse to write for:

Character x character, minor x adult, incest, weird kinks, actors/real people including streamers/youtubers (I simply do not want to make them uncomfortable even if they consent to fics abt them..), etc etc. (Pretty much just the weird and illegal stuff <3)

Genres:

Smut, fluff, angst, etc!

Boundaries:

(What I am and am not comfortable with)

What I refuse to write for will either be because I am simply uninterested in writing it, or it makes me uncomfortable. If you are unsure if I am comfortable with writing a certain thing/idea, PLEASE ASK!! I will not be mad! :)

I AM okay with being reblogged! It is very welcome, and I appreciate it! But along with this and reposting my work (which I am also okay with), I must receive credit.

Which pretty much means don't steal my work lol

If you wish to address me in any way, you can refer to me as:

Spce, space, spcewild, and wild. Or any other nicknames you may have for me! <3 (as long as it isn't inappropriate, I do not wish to be referred to in any sexual way)

(Pronouns are listed in my bio if needed!)

I AM also okay with writing what I believe is called a match-up...? (Correct me if I'm wrong pls lmao) where you describe yourself, and oc, persona, etc. And I get to match you up with who I think you match the best with romantically or platonically!

I am ALSO okay with writing for male, female, gender neutral, intersex, trans, and any other LGBTQ+ readers!! I will also include POC readers, chubby, thin, or any body size of reader! Not only this, but if you wish for the reader to have a specific physical quality you want me to write for (and can be an insecurity) pls let me know! :)

Lastly, I am okay with writing for readers with disabilities, mental issues, etc. (Please correct me if I mistake anything when writing for specific things like this! <3)

if anyone has any questions feel free to ask <3

Requests: OPEN

[temporary-soulessness]

Welcome to the soulessnes that is me!

Hello friends, My real name's boring so please call me Soul!

she/ her

I'm 18 ʕノ•ᴥ•ʔノ 

Beginner writer and artist

Multifandom (CSM, JJK, Blue Lock, Demon Slyaer, Trigun, ROTTMNT, Mcyt, Detriot: Become human and a bunch of others)

My writing

none yet

Rules

I'm 18 so some of my works might be sexually suggestive. Please, please try your best to be respectful and kind ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

Reviews/recommendations/critiques are always welcome! Please give me critiques! I really really need it! And feel free to share my work on other social medias WITH CREDIT ~(˘▾˘~)

I will take requests from fandoms I'm in, but I will not write anything that makes me uncomfortable. My boundaries are listed below.

Please be kind! (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

My Writing Boundaries

What I write-

SFW

Romantic, Platonic

Fluff, Hurt/comfort, Angst, Poly relationships

x reader/f!reader/m!reader/gn!reader

Headcannons, One-shots, Fics, Character reactions, AUs (maybe), Drabbles

My OCs

What I don't write-

NSFW (I'm not good at it T-T)

Gore/Violence (I'm not good at it(・_・ヾ))

Thanks for stopping by!(◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*。

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hihi! Since your taking requests, could you do a Detroit Become Human x reader where the reader is a flower shop owner? Specifically with Connor and maybe Hank? Perhaps reader gives them a bouquet for helping deal with some troublemakers trying to wreck their shop?

Hearing the ding of the bell, you looked to the entrance of your flower shop, smiling as you saw two familiar faces walk through the door. “Welcome back, gentlemen.”

“Hi.” Hank greeted with a nod, hands stuffed into his pockets. “So uh, you don’t have to worry about those teenage pricks messing around in your shop anymore.”

“We’ve apprehended them without incident.” Connor chimed in as he approached you. And you couldn’t help but notice how his movements were less stiff and robotic; they were now casual, lifelike.

It seems even Cyberlife’s “perfect” android wasn’t immune to deviation.

“That’s great.” You beamed. “Thank you so much. And..what of the WR600 that went missing?”

“The good news is that we found him squatting in the abandoned home at Camden. Bad news is..he wasn’t willing to come with us. He didn’t really believe anything we said.”

“It’s okay. I’ll find a way to get him back here..if he wants to come back. I’ve been missing Ralph for far too long.”

It was true. Even before the android revolution, you saw your own WR600s as people, treating them like equals. You had two that ran your shop while you did the paperwork aspect of your business. But while you were away one night, some teens broke in and stole one of your androids: Ralph.

According to Connor, he sustained severe burns to his face and was heavily scarred, sparking his deviancy.

It infuriated you, and you worried that you’d never see him again--whether it’s by his own shutdown or disassembly at the recycling camp. But knowing that androids were finally free and that the two detectives returned to give you closure on the case was an immense relief.

Even your remaining WR600 smiled upon learning this. He could very well leave if he wanted to, but he chose to stay.

As Hank and Connor were about to leave, you told them to wait. You knew a simple “thanks” couldn’t even begin to describe how grateful you were for their help; you had to do better than that.

So you quickly went into the back, the WR600 following close.

When you returned a few moments later, you were holding a small bouquet of blue flowers, presenting it to Connor. “I know this isn’t much, but..I wanna give you these. I really do appreciate your help.”

He blinked, analyzing the various types of flower you arranged together. His lips twitched into a small smile as he took them from your hands. “These look nice. We’ll find a good place for these in the office. Right, Lieutenant?”

Although Hank had no clue what he nor an android would do with flowers, he didn’t wanna be a dick and reject your gift. So he just nodded in agreement, smiling as well. “Yeah, we’ll find a place for ‘em. Thanks.”

“Oh no, thank you.” You chuckled. “It’s the least I could do for the two best detectives.”

[multi-lia]

Can i get a request where the reader is close with Markus and connor gets jealous and cant process his emotions right and he goes to hank and he’s like hahahaha connor what the fuck and connor gets angry and goes to the reader while he’s still trying to process what the hell is going on

Yay my first request!!!!

This will be gender neutral

~You were one of the few humans who actually wanted to help the andriods

~You had connections to Jericho and frequently assisted andriods to getting across the border to Canada

~Your bizarre activity caught the attention of a few people, including the Detroit police

~They didn’t have enough sufficient evidence to charge you with anything, but they made sure to keep a close eye on you.

~When Hank heard that Connor and him were now also going to be put on staking out your residence every other day, he was less ecstatic to be put on “daycare duty” as he called it.

~But the first time Connor saw you, he couldn’t understand what he was feeling.

~Why was he feeling in the first place?

~When they got the initiative to start physically checking up on you weekly, Connor felt... excited

~Connor thought you looked... good... no beautiful!

~He really liked your voice, it was oddly calming, but held this captivating charm to it.

~and your bright smile didn’t help disregard how he was beginning to feel

~Nevertheless he tried not to think about it to heavily and never thought to talk about it with Hank

~It was when Connor discovered Jericho and decided to become deviant when he found his feelings for you were true

~You were surprised to see Connor there and didn’t fully trust him, but still offered your support

~Connor felt good to be in your company more, what he didn’t like was Markus taking up your time

~Markus was a great guy and it made sense that’d he’d stay in constant contact with you when you’re helping andriods cross the border, but....

~Was the touching... necessary? The holding hands, arm around the shoulder, forehead kisses, hugs that lasted for 15 seconds every time you saw each (Connor counted every time)

~Was all that necessary for a working relationship?

~It became obvious to Connor that you and Markus were close, very close and he didn’t quite know how to feel about it

~He asked if you guys had romantic ties to one another to which both you and Markus said no

~So, why was Markus so goddamn close to you all the time?

~He could make you do things, Connor couldn’t, like laugh, smile, share about yourself, etc

~Connor couldn’t understand what the hell was going on, so he went to Hank

~“So, you know y/n, well they’re hanging around this guy and the guy isn’t suspicious or anything like that, but they’re like really close. They do things couples do... or at least I think couples do. I feel disturbed by it, I mean why are they so close to this guy instead of—”

~“Who? You?” Hank interrupts and immediately begins dying with laughter, “You’re joking right?”

~Connor is immediately put on defense and regrets even bringing it up to Hanks alcoholic ass

~“If all you’re gonna do is laugh at me then—.”

~“I can’t believe it an Android..in love?” Another burst of laughter from Hank, as he wipes the tears from his eyes and takes another sip of his whiskey. He sighs and puts his hand on Connor’s shoulder, “what you’re feeling is jealousy, you must be in love with y/n and fuck I don’t blame you, they’re a sweet one.”

~It was like the whole world went numb for Connor. Him?? In love?? With like a...human?? It was impossible right? Connor knew he was a deviant now, but we’re this emotions still possible?

~As soon as he’d met with Hank to talk, he left to talk to you.

~He went to your house to find Markus there... well that shouldn’t have been a surprise

~He asked for Markus to go into another room for both of you guys to talk privately

~You were confused as to why he wanted to talk? You weren’t necessarily very close to Connor as you were with Markus, but held no ill regards towards him.

~You couldn’t deny that Connor was attractive, he was very handsome and seemed to hold good intentions, but you knew he still wasn’t fully used to what he was feeling

~Connor couldn’t hold himself, he just immediately blurted out what he was feeling

~“So, IjustnoticedthatyouwerereallyclosetoMarkusandIfeltweirdsoiaskedsomeoneandtheysaidthatiloveyouanddoyouthinkthesame????”

~“Uh, what?”

~“I found that I’m jealous of your close relationship with Markus and I asked...a friend for advice and they said I’m in love with you...”

~You immediately crack a smile and try to stifle a giggle. You bring him in for a hug.

~“I think you’re really cute...” you kiss him on the cheek and tell him that you guys can work things out with each other.

~Connor is relieved to feel that you are willing to give him a chance and appreciates you’re attention now being on him, but...

~“So, you and Markus never...—?”

~“Connor!”

A/N: I hope this was okay, this is my first headcanon and hope you all like it!! 💕💕 please request more.

Requests are open ✨🌈

~Lia’s Work

[spacemilkies]

Thank you so so much for all the love and support for this series. It had been fun to write so far and I hope to have many more parts to share with you. I am also open to suggestions too for those who have played and want to see how a certain choice would fit in this story. (If it doesn’t quite fit into the timeline or progression I’d be more than happy to write a sort of side drabble as a ‘what if’.

[ Artificially Genuine ] ft. Connor

[ 01  Markus | Kara ] [ 02  Connor | Kara ]

Curriculum electives were the indisputable bane of the life of an art student- or perhaps that was just an ailment you suffer from and preemptively unleashed on the world. It wasn’t enough for a university to expect you to complete all the classes in your designated major but they also wanted you to branch out and explore opportunities outside of your allegiance. Retrospectively, it made sense you supposed, outside of campus you would never just be approached by one element. It would be inrovocable to be practiced in various tasks and talents.

Talents that could have been more useful to you such as learning another language or primping for a new trade but of course you went with political psychology- as if it weren’t discussed enough with the root core of the class.

“This isn’t a class you can just pass based on your imagination,” you friend urges beside you. After an hour and a half of sitting through a very invigorating lecture of influential policies and underhanded decision making, you weren't even sure if you had enough creative muse to even pass your own classes. If the professors dry speech wasn’t enough, then came the content of their lecturers that left you wondering how this government hadn’t fallen from the multiple knives sticking out of its back.

“But that's what I have you for right?” You jeered with forced giddiness, though your exhaustion was audible as well. As much as you wanted to force all the blame on the class, in truth you were still struggling to discredit your inspiration theme for this years showcase. With knowledge of Carl Stanfred supporting you from the sidelines, the pressure was becoming suffocating. The last thing you felt like balancing on top of it, was the theory of evolution and how the introduction of androids was threatening it.

You wondered what Markus would have to say about that speculation.

The hand on your shoulder jerks you out of reviere and you couple the frown with a sincere grin. “This is honestly the easiest class you could have taken. I didn't just offer it to you as a cry for help. Most of it is just opinion based but everything you write still has to have merit to seminars- which most of them you have no recollection of.” They groan as your smile descends into sheepishness. “I give up.”

“I’ll pay more attention,” you promise, some genuine integrity in the statement. With labor laws being threatened by the assimilation of androids, the subject of their imminent take over had bled into almost every lecture. It was something you could confirm as it was the only point in which you vaguely become responsive.

Even in your position, you found yourself placed in the marginal minority of the population undeterred by the rise in androids. Without Markus in mind, you still just saw them as another race. This country had made the same choice when they brought over slaves and forced them into indentured servitude and after they began to multiply and gain trades they complained about their assimilation into their society. Once more they built the political monster that fed into the android dilemma and now that their creation was becoming too good at their jobs and picking off jobs like flies, they had something to say about it Had it not been such a perfect replication of history, you might have been more sympathetic but frankly it just felt … unfair.

Your friend sighs discernibly but seems to comply with reluctance as they gather their things and urge you to do the same. .there faith was at a constant dwindle since day one and you were slowly working through reserves at this point. Yet they still drew their arm around you and guided you onto the path,” I thought this class would appeal to you because it got you thinking and you always complain about how hard that is for you.”

“It's a different type of thinking but I appreciate the sentiment,: you reply dryly, jerking in lieu of their shoulder knocking into yours in jest.

“Oh no, I know you. Once those gears get turning there's no turning back. It’s amazing how the streets are safe from you artist tangents. Just you wait, this class with turn you into a little activist yet.”

The mood was contagious and it infected you without consequence,”Yeah, find me on the streets next week complaining about the rising cost in paint.”

“Oh, you might even get a refund on how the lecture prompted.” They continue on, managing to navigate you both across campus and maintain the core of the conversation. Even when they weren’t being persuasive, they still mastered the ability to be an invigorating individual, always drawing you in without question.

A reply fleeted in preparation against your tongue only to have the moment torn away by a sharp alert against your thigh. After a short fumble you were able to retrieve the device, fingers increasing with insistence when the sender’s identity was discovered.

Received:

‘A reminder to take  day off away from your own imagination. You would be surprised what a bit of relaxation can do for the human mind.’

Your friend’s rambles melted beyond the bliss of a smile as you teetered between a multitude of replies to send back. Short messages like this weren’t uncommon but each new once brought a new emotion, all stored away in your inbox with no intention of ever being deleted.

In your separate space you missed the lag in your pace, not noticing how you suddenly became the leader while you Mr friend trailed back to peek at your invested distraction.

“Oh whose Markus?”

Too invested in the reply, you answered without ramification, missing the answering furrowed brow.

“Mr. Stanfred’s android.”

“Why is an android texting you?”

Sent:

‘Working on it. I’ll make you guys proud just you wait’

Flicking your thumb up in a motion to fade the screen, you shrugged in place of any real argument. The question lacked a paste of accusation and you withstood it without the need of a defense, it was meee curiosity.

“Would it be more plausible for Mr. Stanfrod to?”

The response had its intended reaction all the same, their face crumbling at the seemingly more ridiculous alternative. Gradually they picked up the pace, leaving you to your stale mischievousness.

“...this is the one situation where that excuse it acceptable.”

Laughing you  grab their arm and pull yourself along with their pace. Ever since the rise of android intelligence there had been an increasingly unexplainable grey area in conversation. Almost similar to a void where all conspiracies and theories were stored. Androids had been around for a few years now but their impact never ceased to unravel new phenomena.

Markus was the leading case in your unofficial investigation. He was the first android you’d uncovered that seemed to provoke the public safe space that androids were just mindless obedient objects. The thought should have frightened you in lieu of older movies warning humanity of this farce. But more than anything, you just wanted to be a part of it. Whatever world that held him and all his mysterious.

Another messaged tickled your palm.

Received:

‘I look forward to it.’

Every single one.

[khaiharu]

I guess i'm doing great on his face xd😂

Just comment guys if you need/ed to change I'll appreciate your comments guys 😘

[planettnibiruu]

OKOKOK-

so I have two half developed ideas for the nines/reader/connor (maybe sixty?) fic;

1) After the android revolution, you're transferred to the detriot city police station. You're a detective, one of the best in the city, however, your abilities begin to be shadowed by the new RK models. You never had anything agaisnt andriods, but after meeting the two cocky assholes a deep dislike brews. So when your old partner retires and you're paired with RK900 on a red ice case, you just about loose your mind.

(would be alot of confusing feelings, a super slow burn and a bunch of insulting banter. Nines would be cold and uncaring, but take amusement in your frustration, and Connot would be cocky in his abilities and a little condescending. Eventually the two of them would realise thier feelings for you, and vice versa. and then oh god??? seperation how could they??? or maybe theres a peak in the case and reader is at risk??? watch out!!)

2) Your newly assigned case involves taking down one of the biggest crime families in detriot. You and your partner, (RK900), are paired with Lt Anderson and Detective Connor due to the involvement of red ice. After months of stale leads, Hank proposes a seemingly ludicrous idea,

"Why don't you two act as a couple, get close to them, and burn it from the inside."

(would involve you and Nines pretending to be a married couple, very much Mortica and Gomez vibes ((did I spell that right??)) The two of you would attend fancy balls and extravagant dinners, all while being instructed by Hamk and Connor. Connor would get more and more jealous over you and Nines to the point where he sabotages the two of you a little. Eventually the build up of feelings causes a confession, but oh noo~~~ the danger has peaked, how can we be in love if we might get killed!??!?)

gimmie comments / asks abt which one you'd prefer and if there's anything you like to see lemne kno

[lawngnomeofdoom]

"Well, for one thing, he couldn't stop staring at my boobs." Part One: when I'm near you

Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven

Summary: Takes place after the androids gain freedom. Connor continues working with Hank at the police station, trying to adjust to his new emotions when Hank’s old partner, a bright young detective who is close with Hank returns and Connor becomes enamored with her. Connor x reader, lots of fluff, smut in later chapters ;)

A/N: This is my first time posting a fic here so any feedback to better it is welcome! Thanks if you read through it, I hope it makes you smile or at least exhale out of your nose.

“Hank!” A light voice called out across the police station. The Lt. looked around for a moment, clutching his head that no doubt was thumping with a hangover. But, his eyes that were squinted in annoyance at the sound of his name being called opened wide, and a grin spread across his face in a way Connor had never seen before, he found it fascinating how fast the Lt’s mood had shifted.

Not as fascinating it seemed to Connor’s now buzzing circuitry as the young woman who just walked in.

“Y/N!” Hank replied cheerily. He practically leaped up from his desk chair to wrap you in a bear hug. Hank pulled away and held you by the shoulders to look you over.

“Look at you! I heard you made detective already!” He said proudly.

“I did! And as it turns, I convinced the Captain at my other station that I would be most useful detecting things back home.” You smiled. Connor sat awkwardly across from Hank’s desk, observing the interaction as if he were watching a scene on a Tv show, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of the lead actress. His eyes traveled across your body, down your back, and over the curves there, he began to memorize your shape, you were a petite young woman, but you seemed to carry the confidence of a man twice your size with the way you carried yourself. Your eyes glanced up to meet Connors briefly before focusing back on Hank, the passing moment caused him to conduct an additional maintenance check on his thirium pump, it seemed to stutter when you looked at him. Connor noticed a slight blush crawl across your face, it made him smile, for reasons he was unsure of.

“So you’re back, back?” Hank asked leaning against his desk.

“Certainly am, and I pulled some strings and convinced Fowler to make me your partner again!” You told Hank. The Lt. released a relieved sigh and clapped his hands together.

“This is a godsend, no offense Connor but this is the best partner I’ve ever had. Y/N, Connor, Connor, Y/N.” Hank introduced you two as he plopped back down in his seat. Connor stood quickly, maybe too quickly, maybe not quickly enough? His mind seemed to stall; his processing time stunted.

“Ahem, Connor.” Hank coughed loudly and broke Connor out of his confusing thoughts and noticed with embarrassment that you had been holding your hand out to his ever since he stood up.

“Oh! My apologies, I was finishing… a report. Yes. A report. It is my pleasure to meet you Y/N. I look forward to working with you and Lt. Anderson on further investigations. I have done a quick search into your records and I am thoroughly impressed with your marks at the academy and at your hefty contribution to the rapid decrease in the crime rate at your last station.” Connor finished. For some reason his tie felt too tight, although he had no respiratory circulation to be cut off, it still felt like he was suffocating.  He managed to work up enough courage to look you in your eyes, but he feared he had made a mistake because now he didn’t wish to look at anything else. Connor cocked his head slightly, feeling overwhelmed by how your very presence was affecting him. His eyes now studied your hair, following the soft waves down your shoulders and to your chest where you wore a black tank top under your dark blue leather jacket. His eyes lingered there a moment too until a familiar slap to the back of his head brought him back.

“Connor! Let go of her hand goddammit!” Hank scolded him. Connor glanced down and saw he was still in fact shaking your hand.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Connor said immediately releasing your hand and looking to his feet, unsure of how to proceed. But just as he considered retreating into some other part of the station, he felt the weight of his social blunder slide off his shoulders, just by the sound of your laughter.

“No need to apologize, it’s a pleasure to meet you too Connor, Hank has told me quite a bit about you.” You say as you lean against Hank’s desk and crack your knuckles, making Connor frown.

“I haven’t harmed your hand in any way, have I?” He probed.

“Hm? Oh no, you’re fine, it was nice actually. I like men with firm hands.” You replied with a coy smile on your lips. Connor blinked nervously a few times, his LED flashing yellow before a reply could form.

“And your hands are extremely soft. I found the experience to be extremely pleasurable.” Connor said attempting to regain his composure.

“Pleasurable?” Hank asked with a sharp edge to his voice.

“Pleasant! An oral typo to be sure! I will join you both later. Pleasant to meet you Y/N.” Connor said and rushed off to another part of the station, leaving you and Hank alone.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------You and Hank watch with amused smirks as Connor retreated to the evidence room, to the holding cells, then to the break room, seemingly scrambling for any available task to be done.

“I may give him hell but Connor is a good kid Y/N. He’s a little…off but he’s still trying to figure himself off.”

“No, I like him.” You say quickly without thinking but Hank doesn’t seem to notice.

“Now that you’re back, I can stop doing all the work, finally catch a breather.” Hank yawned as he put his feet on his desk.

“Really? Connor seems like a good cop, very…observant.”

“How do you mean?” Hank asked with a raised brow.

“Well, for one thing, he couldn’t stop staring at my boobs.” You grin.