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thefaefiction · 1 year

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Distraction. [Connor x Reader] [DBH]

PAIRING: Connor x Reader GENRE: Smut WARNINGS: This is an 18+ piece of writing with mature and sexual themes. Read at your own discretion. Includes: Penetrative sex, praise, work relationship, power dynamics SUMMARY: After meeting the respectable Connor you've known at the station for months after hours, his advances on you shock you enough to want to find out more.

A/N: connor is a deviant who still works for the dpd! ** finally finished this btw it's no longer a wip <33

You and Connor had just gotten back from an unusual case involving an Android robbery at an auction house in downtown Detroit. You had successfully prevented the android from executing the order's of one man's dirty work; and to top it all off, you looked great doing it. You'd been dressed in a loose black dress that glimmered under the dim light of the auctioning room, a pair of sheer tights that hugged your legs beneath the short and strappy heels which pained your feet more than any other shoe you'd ever worn, and a sheer shawl that sat over your shoulders, providing absolutely zero warmth in the cold weather that bit outside.

As you closed the door to the rental car, you let out a sigh of relief and a light laugh. "I didn't expect to have to solve crime in heels today," You jest, quickly removing the heels that had, quite frankly, become more of a problem than the enemy at large.

Connor grins. "You and I made quite the team back there, lieutenant," He pauses and adjusts his tie. "Even if your shoes put a damper on our probability of success."

You laugh. "It's so frustrating that they gave you a suit, something you can be fully mobile in, and I get..." You sigh, your hands gesturing frustratingly to your outfit, "This."

"Well," Connor begins, "I must say it succeeded in distracting the thief. He looked rather... preoccupied when it came to your questioning." He turns, looking at your outfit. "I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a bit difficult to stay on task myself."

His words came as a shock to you, heat rising to your cheeks and your head feeling slightly dizzy. All night, while your mind should have been running with how to handle your case, you'd been preoccupied with how damn dazzling Connor looked in a black suit. Everything about him made you crazy, and it was frustrating, especially when his assertive questioning voice is causing some unwanted feelings in some inconvenient areas of your body.

"Lieutenant?" His voice interrupts your thoughts, shaking your head and stopping your staring. "Are you alright?"

"Yes," You laugh. "Just thinking. Sorry."

Connor nods, furrowing his eyebrows. "About what?"

You could feel your face begin paling at the thought of telling him, truthfully, what was on your mind. You didn't dare. "Just the case," You said, far too quickly. "Just, like, the numbers. And stuff." That made no sense. You were completely blowing it, and not in the way you'd like. "Ready to get going?"

"Lieutenant, I can't help but notice your body temperature becoming abnormally high." His voice was silky, coated in an emotion that you hadn't yet seen him express. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Your head begins pounding, butterflies clouding your chest and your skin tingling. "No," You spit out. "No, I'm alright. Thank you though." You cough, looking away from him.

"Lieutenant... I'm afraid you've forgotten that I can read you like an open book," He turns his body towards you in his seat, leaning slightly over the center console. You feel him staring. "Are you certain that there's not a way I'm able to assist you?"

You turn and face him, his face much closer than you anticipated it being. His LED lit yellow, trying to decipher your next move, but it had completely taken him aback when your mouth collided with his hungrily. He pulled away and whispered, staring longingly at your lips, “Perhaps we should take this to the back?”

Without a word you crawled to the back seats, Connor sitting with his legs spread and his tie loose around his neck. He gripped your hips, pulling you on top of him, and you started tearing away at your dress. You lifted it over your head and threw it into the passenger seat, Connor smirking as he rapidly removed his blazer from his body.

You pried your tights off of your legs, ripping them in the process but not paying enough attention to care, and Connor unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it along with his tie to the front. He was gorgeous, of course. Why wouldn't he be? He was sculpted by people to be the perfect man in every way, it makes perfect sense that he would be sculpted and defined in a way that made Zeus envy him.

"You're so gorgeous," Connor mumbled, eyeing your bra and scanning your body. "That poor thief. If I saw a woman like you I'd have trouble with my words too." He put his hands on your hips, molding the fat to his hands. "This is the most human desire I've ever felt."

"Fuck, Connor," You groaned. "You have no idea how long I've been wanting this." Your hips had instinctively began grinding down on him, like they had a mind and a plan of their own. It shocked you when Connor let out a gasp, rolling his head back. You grinned.

Connor shifted to his belt, rapidly sliding it out of his pants and unbuttoning them. You could feel him twitch beneath you, desire growing stronger and stronger with every little movement each of you made. With eagerness and ferocity, he brought his hands to your back and unclasped your bra, tearing it off of your body and tossing it to the side. The cool air hit your breasts and you shivered, determined to get more intimate and feel his body heat against you.

And then, without breaking eye contact, he pulled out his cock and prepared with a few long strokes.

He was big. Much bigger than you've ever taken before.

Of course he was.

You pulled yourself forward and pushed your underwear aside. Connor grabbed your hips and slowly eased you down on to him; he groaned loudly, letting his head roll back and hit the seat. "Fuck," He cursed. "Taking me so well," He praised.

Shivers ran down your spine with his words, whimpering as you let him bottom out and take his length fully. The pressure of his cock inside you was unlike anything you'd ever felt before -- and god did it feel amazing. "Connor," You moaned, falling forward into him and resting your forehead against his. "Oh my god Connor," Your breath mixed with his and your body tingled. In your peripheral, you could see the windows of the car begin to fog up.

Connor's hands gripped your hips, hard, and began helping you move back and forth on him. Your hips rolled on his lap, pleasure heavy in the air, harsh breaths being released with every roll.

"Feel so good, Y/n," Connor commented, his hips beginning to buck up every time you moved forward. He moved forward and kissed your neck, sucking and biting and definitely leaving a bruise. He kissed all the way down until he reached your breasts, you felt him smile on your skin.

"Please Connor," You begged. The entire scene was the hottest image you'd ever seen -- something that made porn feel miniscule. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pushing his head forward while you continued to push and pull with your hips -- He began licking and sucking on your nipples, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. "Gonna come Con," You mumbled, "Need to come,"

He pulled away and stared into your eyes with intent. "Go ahead, doll," He moaned. "Doing so well for me, gonna come right inside of you,"

That was one of the benefits of fucking an android. No real sperm.

"Shit!" You yelled, lolling your head back and speeding up your pace. "Holy fuck!" And there it was -- Connor bucked his hips up and you came together, much harder than you'd ever come before.

You stayed on him, rolling your hips out of your orgasm, and Connor looked at your face, the sweat beads falling from your forehead and your trembling legs. He brought his hand to your face, wiping it clean and pushing the fallen hair from your face. "You did so well Y/n," He praised. You smiled.

"Jesus Connor," You said, breathless, laughing at the scene. "You're about to be the death of me."

Connor hummed. "I won't let that happen, Lieutenant." He brought your lips together, kissing you with passion, "And I don't fail my missions."

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jayden-killer · 1 year

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HOW DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN CHARACTERS COMFORT THEIR S/O DURING A BAD TIME.

Connor

• definition of baby.boi.

• he doesn't know how to help, he genuinely wants to, but has difficulties.

• 《is everything all right, Y/N?》.

• you, of course, want just someone to listen and to help you. So you spill everything that's on your mind.

• he is processing everything, his led turning blue, yellow, blue, red.

• after elaborating all the informations, he'll do his best, starting with affectionate hugs, rubbing tenderly you hands... also, he'll make a speech about how to help you with your problems, giving suggestions, then proceeds to comfort you with sweet words.

• he'll do little acts of care, like cooking your fav meal, brining a hot chocolate/tea/chamomile to help your stress relief, a warm sheet.

• 《I cannot understand human emotions so easily, but I will do everything to make you feel as you deserve》.

• I love him.(⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

Gavin Reed

• oh, this man here.

• Gavin is a tsundere.

• but that doesn't mean he won't underestimate your problem.

• 《tsk, just tell me what's on your mind now and which prick I need to beat to dead.. please》.

• after telling him your problem, he won't mind if you want to hug him. Yeah, he can be a bitch sometimes, but he still has a heart.

• Gavin will probably go to a face-to-face with the one who hurt you (which means they'll get.. a few broken ribs and a bleeding nose).

• if no one hurt you, he'll be silent and give here and there some comforting words, accompanied by his cats that will purr in your lap. He's trying his best, forgive him. T_T

Hank Anderson

• similar to Gavin, but more soft.

• he probably will make Sumo cuddle you and lick your face until you're having the tiniest smile.

• 《Sumo, attack!》

• because if you smile, he smiles.

• 《kiddo, everything is gonna be alright. Trust me. Things are gonna change for sure》 he says, rubbing your hair lovingly.

• probably puts a movie with a bowl of popcorn to distract you from your thoughts.

• it kinda works, and you appreciate how he's trying to make you feel better.

Kara

• she knows you're battling with something. The problem is, what?

• but when you're on the verge on tears, she understands.

• 《Hey, hey, what's wrong? Let it all out, it's okay, Y/N, it's okay...》

• purest.angel.ever.

• she's gonna give you the best hug ever. When you're done crying and you are a little more calm, Kara listens to everything that's bothering you.

• 《Hey, let me tell you this..》

• Kara is optimistic, so she'll make sure you see the light that's going to come really soon, while rubbing your back.

• 《I know you're strong, you can do it! I believe in you!》

Markus

He knows what's going on, since you've been acting strange lately.

"This isn't surely Y/N's behaviour. Perhaps it's better I talk to them"

And when he finally does, you spill everything that's on your mind. You don't want to bother him with all your stuff, but he doesn't care. He's there to make sure you ok, by giving you a hug or rubbing your hand

Idk everyone, I kinda guess he'll do that, I'm not so good writing for Markus.😭😭

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salltybread · 21 days

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Our Morning Walks

A Connor x GN Reader Oneshot

Summary:

“Can I see you again?” Connor managed to choke out when you were halfway through your door. Your dog slipped into the house, and you unhooked her leash before closing the door behind her and turning around. Connor’s warm brown eyes were darting around, landing everywhere except for you. His friend’s dog, who you learned was named Sumo, slobbered all over his hand which was clutched tightly around the leash. You could have sworn that Connor’s face was turning blue, but it was too dark to tell.

“I’d like that.”

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3,180

Special thanks to my friend for helping me with the development of this!!! <3 you bro!!!

You felt a forceful tug from the leash wrapped around your wrist as your dog dragged you out of the open door. The rough fabric of the leash dug into your wrist as Atlas tugged you down the steps that lead into your house. The crisp morning air of Detroit blew directly into your face the second you exited your house, causing you to shiver. Your hair flew around haphazardly as a chilling gust of wind whisked by.

It was still quite dark outside, but the several inches of snow that fell the night before shimmered beautifully under the moonlight. A dark blue haze lingered over the neighborhood, a stark contrast against the warm yellow street lamps. You were wearing many layers and thick gloves, but you concluded that no amount of clothing could battle the cold that a winter in Detroit brought. The snow crunched loudly under your feet as you trekked along, your thick snow boots protecting your feet from the frigid snow. At least your feet were not that cold. You would probably feel a bit warmer if you had some form of head covering, but your dog, Atlas, chewed up your only beanie earlier that week.

You had only moved to Detroit recently, about a month ago, and you had not adjusted to the colder air yet. You came to Michigan from South Carolina, where it was nearly sweltering most of the time. You arrived in Detroit with only a few coats, hoping you would be alright in the Michigan weather. As soon as you saw the forecast for the week, your jaw practically hit the floor. You ended up having to venture around the city to different stores to get yourself an assortment of clothes suitable for the freezing weather and hefty amounts of snow.

When something unexpected happened, you were forced to move from your apartment in Charleston. Your parents were kind enough to sell you an old house on the outskirts of Detroit at a dirt-cheap price. It was small, but it was better than the very cramped apartment that you used to rent.Your new house had one story with a small living room, an open kitchen, and a bedroom connected to a surprisingly large bathroom.

The bedroom in your old apartment was not large enough to fit anything more than a twin-sized bed, and it had a broken door connected to a shoddy bathroom. You notified your landlord of the broken door, and he did absolutely nothing about it. You had been lucky enough that the front door worked, so you decided to drop the matter.

Although you had moved into the house almost a month ago, you had not unpacked many of your belongings yet. The only stuff that ended up unsealed was what you used daily or took out of a box and never had the time to put away. Several boxes were scattered around your house since you had yet to unpack them. Some were open, and several remained untouched and sealed with copious amounts of tape. Most containers had half-faded labels made with barely legible Sharpie. You simply did not have enough time to unpack, as you were immediately on the hunt for a job. You found one quickly and immediately began working full-time to refill the hole you put in your wallet several days earlier, when you spent a couple hundred dollars on clothes so you would not freeze to death.

Atlas barked at you, and it shook you from your thoughts. You gazed down at her large, fuzzy face as she stared up at you. Her graying muzzle shoved into your hands, searching for warmth. You did not know what breed she was, since you got her from a shelter that found her as a stray. You got her when she was a year old, and although she was eight years old now, she was still as energetic as ever. Her shaggy tail flopped around in the snow as she sat, caking together onto her long fur. Snow was still falling slowly, and you could see the small flakes landing on her jet-black coat and fading as they melted. She yipped at you again, and you realized you were in the middle of the snow-covered sidewalk, lost in your own head again.

You leaned down and patted Atlas on the head to apologize, feeling her damp fur weave between your fingers. Her ears shifted back as she pressed her head up into your hand. The corners of your mouth lifted when you heard her tail thumping against the pathway. With your arm fully outstretched to pet Atlas, your sleeve shifted back just enough for you to glance down at your watch. It was 4:56 am. You had been standing in that same spot for nearly ten minutes. You were going to be late for the meetup with Connor. Ever since the two of you met, you had walked your dogs together almost every morning. You looked up at the sky, memories of when you first met him flooding into your head.

Your first afternoon in your new house, after you unpacked a bit, you fished around in the cardboard box labeled ‘Atlas’ to find her leash so you could take her out on a walk. It was not in the box, and you spent the rest of the day searching for it. It probably would have just been easier to buy her a new leash. On the third evening of your move-in, you finally found Atlas’ leash in a box filled with miscellaneous items. The box was aptly labeled ‘random shit.’

You originally planned on a short walk around the neighborhood that evening but got lost after about ten minutes of trudging through the snow. Your phone died in your hands when you tried to find directions home. As you wandered mindlessly, the sun began to set, washing the sky in gorgeous hues of orange and deep purple. The old street lamps along the left side of the road flicked on when the sun dipped below the horizon. You trembled as it got colder, your new snow boots rubbing on your heels as you strolled. You exhaled through your mouth, watching as the small cloud of breath vanished into the air.

Atlas spotted a large dog next to somebody on the other side of the street and turned towards them. You felt a soft jerk on your wrist and glanced down at your dog before looking at the other dog and its owner across the street. You took a deep breath, your palms beginning to sweat from under the gloves as you realized what you had to do. You had to speak to a stranger.

“Excuse me!” You called out as you jogged to the other side of the road. The giant dog that walked next to the stranger turned around and pricked his ears toward Atlas as his long tail swished from side to side. When the person turned towards you, the first thing that caught your eye was the LED on his temple that flickered blue. What you noticed next were his large, dark-colored eyes, blown wide in surprise. You could barely discern his other facial features, even with the streetlights on. The lamps were obviously very old, as most of the bulbs were either flickering or did not even work.

“Is something the matter?” The android questioned as his eyes flicked down to Atlas. He smiled at her before looking back up at you. You knew Atlas would not misbehave, but you kept her close to your side in case the other dog got upset.

“Sorry to interrupt your walk,” you trailed off as you thought about how to explain your situation. “I just moved here recently, and I managed to get lost while taking this one on a walk,” you gestured to Atlas. “Do you live in the neighborhood? Do you think you could help me?” You asked the android, a little desperate to get home.

The stranger, who introduced himself as Connor, agreed to help you find your way home. It did not take long for him to find directions after you told him your house number, as androids were technically walking databases. You and Connor engaged in awkward small talk while he led you back to your house. At some point during the walk back, Atlas made friends with the other dog. You were used to Atlas dwarfing other dogs, but she was quite small compared to the mammoth-like Saint Bernard.

“I’d like that.” You responded, an awkward smile making its way onto your face. Your eyes met Connor’s, and his lips quirked upward. Your breath hitched in your throat at his slight smile. You would be lying if you said you were not blushing, even if it was just a little bit.

“Every morning, before I go to work, I take Sumo on a walk. Would you like to join me tomorrow?” He asked, his head tilting to the side slightly. You had not known him for very long, but you noticed his mannerisms were comparable to a dog’s. It was cute. You found yourself wondering how CyberLife made his facial expressions so intricate. If he did not have the LED, you would not be able to tell that he was an android.

“I’d love to. I’m quite sure that Atlas would love a new friend as well.” You answered, looking down at Sumo. The Saint Bernard was sitting down, his tail thumping against the snow. He looked up at you with an unbelievably cute stare as drool fell ungracefully from his large jowls.

From then on, the two of you went for a walk together every morning. You agreed to his proposal since you did not want to get lost again. However, that was only one of two reasons. The other reason was quite simple. You thought Connor was cute. Soon, the morning walks you went on together became something you always looked forward to. Sometimes, you and Connor would stop to chat on a bench in the park and watch the sunrise. Atlas and Sumo usually sat quietly, but on occasion they would play together to burn off extra energy.

As you reminisced, you picked up the pace so you would not be late to the bench at the park where you and Connor met up every morning. Atlas trotted along happily, leaving large paw prints in the snow. Sporadically, she would stop and sniff a tree root or some odd substance on the sidewalk. You were less inclined to let her investigate the latter. Snow began to smother her thick black fur, leaving a frosty shroud over her coat. You were not worried about her being cold since her pelt provided ample protection from the frigid weather. You lifted your head from the snowy ground and spotted two familiar figures standing by a bench.

As soon as Connor heard your footsteps, he turned around with a smile. Sumo stood beside him, wagging his tail when he caught sight of Atlas. Connor’s features looked gorgeous, bathed in the soft morning light. His short, brunette hair was gently flowing with the wind, more notably the few strands longer than the others that rested on his forehead and curled slightly. His brown eyes were reflecting the blue light, making a beautiful display. The moles and freckles that dotted across his face and his prominent forehead lines, even if they were made to be imperfections, made him look simply breathtaking.

“Are you alright? You have not blinked in 1 minute and 54 seconds. You seem a bit zoned out.” Connor’s concerned voice interrupted your very blatant staring. You immediately looked away, your face turning a bit red. Your heart skipped a beat, and anything you wanted to say got caught in your throat. You felt Connor’s presence as he stepped closer to you, reaching his hand in his pocket to grab something. Connor’s hands reached above you, and you felt something warm on the top of your damp hair; it covered your ears when the android lightly tugged it down.

“Apologies,” he trailed off, searching for what to say next. “I remember you telling me that Atlas chewed up your beanie, so I bought you a new one. I figured it would be better for you to have a head covering sooner rather than later; I noticed your face turning red from the cold.” He explained bashfully, a crooked smile on his face. He promptly realized his hands were still hovering near your head and awkwardly rested them by his sides.

“Thanks, Connor.” You responded softly, tugging the beanie down. You looked up at him, a goofy smile plastered on your face. As much as you would love to deny it, the cherry color that brushed your cheeks was not from the cold biting at your face, as Connor believed. You were blushing simply because Connor was just so cute. As the professional front that he put up when he first met you slowly chipped away, an irresistibly endearing and thoughtful personality was revealed. You wondered how someone with such an in-depth personality could be even slightly comparable to a machine.

“You don’t have to thank me; I’m just looking out for you. I don’t want you to get sick,” Connor stated. His intonation was always professional, but you learned to detect the hints of sweetness that were sometimes laced into his voice. He smiled gently at you, and you practically swooned.

“We have been standing here for 2 minutes and 23 seconds longer than usual. Shall we begin walking?” The android asked, his head tilting and his brows rising slightly, a mannerism that was quite familiar to you.

“Wow, a whole 2 minutes and 23 seconds?” You commented sarcastically and let out a slight chuckle. His lovable way of just being him always made your heart skip a beat. You playfully nudged him with your shoulder, causing him to smile.

“You’re right. Let’s go!” You shot out quickly before he could defend himself from your previous comment. You skipped forward, with Atlas following you at a trot. You could not hear his footsteps or Sumo’s behind you, and looked back to see what was keeping him. What you saw nearly made your heart stop beating. He was giggling to himself, and there was a softness on his face that you had not seen before. Something that you could not distinguish shone in his eyes as he gazed at you, a dazzling smile on his face. Whatever it was, though, made your breath catch in your throat.

You and Connor walked along the snow-covered pathway in the park, making idle chat as the time passed. The sun began peeking from the horizon, its bright light reflecting onto the snow. It was nearly blinding, and it took your eyes a moment to adjust. You wondered if Connor was having trouble seeing. Were his artificial eyes able to regulate the bright lights quicker than yours? One thought led to the next, and you pondered if he had night vision. His eyes looked so realistic, and the deep brown of his iris reflected light flawlessly. They were enchanting.

“Is there something on my face? You have been staring at me more than usual today.” Connor broke the silence, concern etched on his face as he gazed down at you. His eyes perforated into yours as he attempted to figure out your musings. Your heart stuttered as Connor leaned in close to you. “Your heart rate has increased,” he stated. Your eyes widened and you could feel your face heat up. You silently cursed CyberLife for making him able to identify how quickly your heart was beating with nothing more than a glance.

Atlas stopped abruptly and jerked you forward, interrupting you and Connor. You wordlessly thanked Atlas for saving you from the awkwardness of explaining yourself to the android as she stuck her nose into a snow-covered bush. Sumo repeated her actions, but with his entire head, and the snow on top of the shrubbery fell on both dogs. You let out an animated laugh when Atlas pulled herself from the bush and her coal-black fur was covered with bright snow. She stared at Sumo with a death glare as she shook the snow from her pelt.

The Saint Bernard ignored her, his thick fur sopping wet. Sumo innocently blinked as you continued to laugh, and Connor promptly joined in. The android’s laugh sounded like heaven to your ears. The moment was cut short when Sumo shook himself off, half-melted snow and substantial amounts of dog hair flying directly at you and Connor.

An idea popped into your head when you felt the snow fly onto you. You snickered to yourself before leaning down and scooping some snow into your hands. You formed it into a ball and cringed when it crunched audibly. You tried to be as inconspicuous as you could since you knew that the second Connor knew what you were doing, he would be able to dodge any attack you made. Although, with your luck, the android most likely knew about your plan before even you did due to his preconstruction software, or whatever the hell it was called.

Without a second thought, you hurled the snowball directly at Connor. Your aim was on point, and the snowball would have hit him square in the back of the head if he did not crane his neck to the side to dodge it. It barely grazed the edge of his ear. He turned around and stared at you, his eyebrow cocked upwards. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he stalked over to you, Sumo happily trotting after him.

“I hope you meant to miss that,” your name slipped from his lips. “It was entirely too easy to dodge. I don’t think you want to play these types of games with me.” He leaned down, his face now level with yours as he gave you a dangerous look. You gritted your teeth at his teasing, but a smile managed to inch its way onto your face. The close proximity made your heart thrum in your chest, but you managed to ignore it. He brought his hand up slowly, slightly hesitating before cupping your face. Even though he was an android, you could still feel subtle warmth emanating from it. His deep brown eyes bore into yours, his face tinted a slight blue.

“You know… I really enjoy our morning walks.”

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telleroftime · 1 year

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Yes, Still You ||| RK900 x Reader

You let out a curse after accidentally biting your tongue. It's heard by your boyfriend, Nines, who gets you back for making him concerned.

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Pairing: RK900 x Gender Neutral ! Reader

Relationship: Romantic

Tone: Fluff

Word Count: 710

Oneshot Masterlist

A/N: I think the majority of readers call RK900 'Nines' so that's what I went with. Sorry if that name isn't your cup of tea.

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You cursed a hiss as you felt a sharp twinge of pain bloom in the edge of your tongue, hands instinctively reaching to cover your mouth.

You had bitten your tongue whilst absentmindedly watching one of your favourite shows, legs crossed underneath you as you sat in the centre of the bed. It wasn’t anything bad, and the pain settled quickly into nothing more than a shrill echo as you kept your tongue suspended within your mouth, but apparently your initial curse was loud enough for your boyfriend to hear. Within seconds, he had left his small home office in rushed steps. Thump thump thump until he neared the room.

Standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom, Nines looked at you, silver eyes scanning over your body as you looked back at him.

“You cursed,” he said stoically, staring you down as his LED gave off an orange spin before it settled back to a radiant blue.

Removing your hands from the front of your face, you were going to answer. However, as you moved your tongue from its spot in the void of your mouth, you felt the sting returning in a hot wave of uncomfortable pain. You couldn’t talk with it like that so you allowed your tongue to hang loosely in a childish manner and, only then, you answered the obvious.

“I 'ith my 'ongue," you said in your best pronunciation of the words before you let the tongue hover back inside your mouth. You felt it hurt and heard Nines click his tongue.

Still standing in the doorway, he blinked twice before he let an unnecessary sigh leave his lips. He took a set of long, slow strides towards the bed, eyes tilted to look at you as you looked up at him curiously. Climbing carefully on top of it, he reached out a hand to hover centimetres away from your cheek.

“Let me see,” he ordered simply, leaving you confused for a moment and sitting as still as a rock. That is until his hand moved its thumb to the other side of your face and squeezed gently, forcing you to pout and angle your face to more directly look at him. He made his point.

“Okay okay,” You grumbled and, with the sting of your tongue, you opened your mouth awkwardly again and poked your tongue out. His hand readjusted itself back to cup your cheek, his touch barely there.

As Nines sat and stared, you couldn’t look him in the eyes as you felt heat rise to your face. His eyes were trained on you like a hound would its prey, and you felt stupid by sitting there with an undertone of infancy that your expression manifested.

Good for him, he didn’t need you to look at him. You felt the bed sag below you as the android leaned in and kissed your lips, his own encompassing your hurting muscle just enough for you feel the cold texture of his tongue lightly glide against where you bit yourself. The icy touch numbed the hot pain enough for you not to mind the added pressure to the wound. Still, his sudden action left you stunned enough not to retaliate.

Instead, your eyes zapped to his and watched as he pulled away and slowly stood up to the side of the bed. He carefully patted the void space he previously occupied to flatten the fabric of the blankets.

There was a beat of silence as you watched him lick his lips and rub them with his thumb, LED spinning an orange for a couple of seconds before his eyes looked back at you.

“Yes, still you,” he said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Putting the two and two together, your cheeks warmed further when you realised the blood from your tongue reacted with his built-in forensic kit. You felt your heart beat hard in your chest and you watched the android take confident steps back out of the room, as if you were completely forgotten.

“Wait, what? Nines!”

There wasn’t a response until he was out of your sight and you heard the creek of the office door overlap with the rustling from atop the bed.

“That’s what happens when you make me worry.”

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#rk900 #rk900 x reader #dbh rk900 #dbh x reader #nines x reader #rk900 x y/n #dbh nines #dbh #detroit become human #dbh oneshot #dbh fanfic #rk900 oneshot #I still don't know how to tag #or when to post to max engagement #oh well

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me-and-my-forty-fandoms · 5 months

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man I love robot characters sm like they're my bleep bloop blorbos!!!!

#robots #if you cant tell by my favorite games being stray oneshot portal detroit become human and probably more that I'm forgetting #stray #oneshot #detroit become human #portal #not art

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 2 years

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There For The Big Day (Detroit Become Human X Reader)

Characters: Detroit Become Human X Reader (There’s no direct x reader, everyone just gets along :) (Except Gavin lol))

Universe: Detroit Become Human

Warnings: Spoilers to the game

Request: Kara and luther is about to have the greatest wedding of all time. They invite the reader because the reader helped them escape to Canada. This wedding is so expensive and great.

“Kara! Y/N is here!” Alice’s voice was heard from her room upstairs, filled with excitement as soon she was bounding down the stairs, rushing to the front door of the small house and throwing the door open and rushing out. Kara was immediately up to go watch her, a natural reaction for her at this point, and she stood on the doorway of her front door as she watched you step take Alice in your arms, throwing her up as high as you could, making the child giggle as she was able to wrap her arms around your neck.

“Ah! I’ve missed you! Have you been good for Kara and Luther?” You asked the girl who you placed on your hip as your other companions got out of the car- Connor, Hank and Markus. Connor smiled softly at the sight of you with the girl, Markus smiled at Kara and Hank gave her a small awkward wave. Alice nodded at your question before you placed her down to greet Kara as she walked up to greet you as well, Luther now emerging from the house as well to do the same. You pulled her into a hug first, rocking her slightly side to side, and Kara relished in the hug. The last time you had given her a hug was to wish the family luck in crossing the border. Now here you were, just over a year later, in Canada, happy, safe, and with the passing of the new law thanks to Markus, Luther and Kara were getting married in just a few short days, making it the perfect time for a reunion and a catch up.

You weren’t an android, being a simple human being just like Hank, though you were very different from the Lieutenant. During the revolution, even before things really kicked off, even before Markus and Kara had deviated, you were involved, and an activist for them. You worked mostly behind the scenes, though kept a normal life front to avoid attention. You helped move deviants around Detroit from safehouse to safehouse, created cover stories, and you helped Kara, Luther and Alice to cross the border, personally taking them there to ensure they got there safe. When things started to go in the android’s favour, people started to calm and listen to what was being said, and Markus was given airtime to talk about these things, it wasn’t a rare thing for Markus to bring you along on occasion to be his back up against those who would oppose him since they tended to see you as an equal compared to him, and also to set an example for others. You were great at it, people listened to you, you were charismatic and outspoken evenly. While Kara was always careful to not expose Alice to too much about what was happening back in Detroit and other states in fear she’d see the riots or something violent that would frighten her, but she always got excited when she saw you on the screen with Markus. You also had set up meetings with the police in Detroit, with help from Hank and Connor, to ensure from then on, cases involving androids were treated sensitively, properly, and that they were treated like humans. Hank made sure Gavin attended all 50 meetings, which included repeats, each lasting anywhere from 1 hour to 3.

“Kara, can I show my dress?” Alice asked excitedly. Kara pulled away from you to look at her adopted daughter.

“Alright, but don’t put it on yet, alright? We don’t want to ruin it.” Kara told her. The little girl nodded, and she grabbed your hand. In response, you grabbed Connor, and forced him along as well, taking him by surprise for a second as you and Alice dragged him along, making Markus, Luther and Hank laugh.

“Are you excited to make it official?” Hank asked, leaning on the car. Kara turned and smiled at Luther, who smiled back lovingly, before they turned back to him.

“We can’t wait.” Luther responded. “We’re the first in Canada, so it’s a big deal. We want it to be a small thing, but there’s gonna be press there probably…”

“Don’t worry, me and Connor will deal with it if they show up. We’ve made a few calls so they’ll be some dressed down officers in the back just in case to escort them out. You just worry about getting the words right and not stuttering.” Hank assured. “Speaking of Connor, I should probably go make sure that Y/N and Alice aren’t forcing him to play dress up.” Hank excused himself to go into the house, leaving the couple with Markus.

“Thank you for officiating our wedding, Markus. There’s not really anyone in our area who’s capable of doing it who’s willing.” Kara explained to him.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s an honour.” Markus smiled at them. The distinct sound of a little girl laughing her head off was heard distantly in the house, followed by the sound of Hank laughing as well soon reached them, telling them something had happened.

“Let’s go see what they’re up to.” Luther chuckled, leading the way into the house, followed by Kara and Markus, just in time to see you running down the stairs with your little pea in a pod Alice on your back, giggling her head off, wearing a distinct jacket several sizes too big for her, and not far behind was Connor, jacketless, though he had a smile on his face.

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

*Not my gif

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teefscrubz · 1 year

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I'm writing a reed900 fic but idk if I should keep writing it or abandon it. what do you think of this extract ? would you want to read it ? :]

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Gavin swallowed thickly, prepared to brush off the concern only for his words to melt away as his attention quickly returned to big dog padding towards him.

"Sumo–" Connor began, but it was too late; the dog was out of his reach now, his pace growing faster as he excitedly made his way towards the detective, excited to socialise with a new face. A gasp ripped out of Gavin as he stumbled backwards in an effort to scramble away, eyes widening as he hit a hard chest behind him, hands grasping his hips to stop his escape.

"Sumo, down." The voice behind him said sharply, causing the panting fiend to stop in his tracks, sitting down with a whine.

Nines.

Gavin's chest was rising and falling rapidly now, hands still raised in the air as if he was frozen in shock.

"Detective Reed?"

Gavin blinked, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed what little saliva remained in his dry mouth. "Uh."

Real smart—but Gavin could kick himself for it later.

"Sumo, come here!" Hank called gruffly from the kitchen, the dog quickly disappearing into the other room eager to receive affection, an excited bark jerking Gavin in Nines' grip. His hands flew down to grasp the android's wrists, hands still gripping Gavin's hips tightly to keep him steady.

"Detective, are you—" Connor began.

"He's okay." Nines answered immediately, voice low and calm, and dangerously close to the detective's ear. So close that Gavin had to fight the urge to shiver at the sensation of hot air blowing against the shell of his ear at each word. "Just tired. I will show him to the bathroom."

#reed900 #dbh #detroit become human #gavin reed #rk900 #fanfic #dbh fic #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #writing #idk do you guys like it #im lowkey thinking of not finishing it ;-;#oneshot #but like a long-ish one #angst #fluff #smut #spicy i know

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obsessed-vixen · 1 year

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Connor x reader. (Lil flustered con con boi)

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Summary: connor likes you...alot. A LITTLE TOO MUCH. You decided to help clean out and organize some of his papers. But, you find some paper that he claims he has no memory of.

Request: no.

TW: none. (Maybe obsession?)

FLUFFY FLUFFF (maybe a little flirting.)

Anyway. Just read omg. (Also my wattpad is @ArchangelVixen I have a markiplier Pfp :3)

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Ever since he laid eyes on you he's been obsessed. The little movements you do when you talk, the way your voice sounds, your interests. Everything about you has been on his mind. Even the first time you met.

You were trying to get coffee out of the machine but it wouldn't budge. Connor saw your frustration and helped you out. Eventually, you got your coffee. You looked up at him and gave him a small "thanks." While having a soft smile. As soon as you walked off that moment replayed in his head.

Few weeks later he finally got the confidence to talk to you. He was a blushing mess. He didn't want to seem weird. You thought he was funny and became friends with him. Of course he always saw you as more then friends.

One day you came into the DPD a little early then him. While walking past his desk, you saw he left some papers out. Normally you wouldn't think much of it but you glanced at one that had your name on it. Curious, you picked it up. Thought nothing much of it until you read further and further.

You found something you hadn’t really anticipated. You’re leaning against his desk, trying to keep a neutral face while you read It’s… detailed romantic descriptions, about you and him. How soft he imagines your skin to be.

how tenderly you look at him when the lovelight is in your eyes, his strong and firm arms wrapping around you, passionate kisses and declarations of affection.

You keep reading. Chapters of undying love, pages of yearning, paragraphs dedicated to how soft your lips are- You’re becoming more flustered and giddy by the second. Then he walks in. You quickly hid the papers behind your back, while smirking at him.

"Oh hello y/n...what are you doing–" The realization hits him like a brick. His eyes widen. He quickly tries to grab the papers behind your back. "Oh come on! I wasn't even near the ending yet!" You whine, teasing him just making him more flustered by the second.

"I- just- please i-" he didn't know what to say. He was to flustered and embarrassed. Luckily no one else was at the DPD yet. He rushes forwards and snatches the pages from your hands. “I don’t know how these papers got in here, I- I’ve never seen this writing before in my life!" He declares.

"Come on man, don’t leave me in suspense. It’s fantastic work, some of your best~" He’s caught in between being flustered and his embarrassment. He stumbles through a mishmash of sentences. “I- you- it’s, well- The thing is-” You continue to tease him.

“Now if my analysis skills are any good, I’d say you like me. More than like me, if your reaction is anything to go by." You lean closer to him, while slightly tugging on his tie. "Tell me, are you just as passionate a man as you are a writer? Maybe we should find out~”

His stuttering and stumbling gets worse. You’re actively flirting with him instead of being disgusted or horrified, so he supposes it’s a victory. "I- uhm-" he froze, looking into your eyes. Blushing everywhere. You tilt your head a little and give him a mischievous smirk. You move away. "But it all seriousness, I wouldn't mind having a romantic relationship with you. I like you too. Of course no need to say ye‐"

He pulls you into a kiss. You hum delightedly and kiss him back. You push him slightly backwards. Leaning him against his desk. You pull away after a few minutes, both panting. "So...do I taste like what you...imagined~?" He stayed silent, trying to process what just happend. "You taste devine, better then I imagined~" he smirked and pulled you back in for a more passionate kiss. This time turning you around and pushing you against the desk.

~Extra~

While having your make-out session. Hank walks in disgusted. "Get a room!" He says while groaning. You too laughed and pulled away. Holding hands for the rest of the day.

-Vixen<3

#connor x y/n #fanfic #oneshots #dbh connor #detroit become human imagines

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detroit-become-dyke · 1 year

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Back from the dead

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Markus lifted the crook of his elbow to wipe his face, turned around with a flourish of his overcoat, and there–standing too pained and too real to be a ghost–was Simon. Back from the dead. Injured, covered in thirium, but back.

The Jericho roof scene, but with Markus & Simon <3

Read on Ao3 // or below the cut

Markus stood on the steel ledge that overlooked his city and simulated a deep breath. Though he didn’t have to breathe, he found the slow practice of expanding and releasing his chest pieces calming. A biting wind buffeted his face, and Markus dialed his temperature sensors up to feel the sting. Markus didn’t know if he was capable of crying, but his eyelids blinked hard and fast anyway against the cold.

Markus stared out into the hazy skyline. The sun-kissed buildings surrounded Markus, not like a blanket, but like a fog. Dense. Endless. Almost unbearable. Markus tried to stop himself from scanning the horizon for a very particular building and a very particular rooftop, but he couldn’t help himself.

He came up here to figure out an action-plan. To figure out what to do next. To figure out how to lead Jericho toward revolution. And yet, Markus found his thoughts returning to the disaster at the Stratford Tower. All in all, it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. No human casualties. The message was broadcast successfully and the public seemed to respond positively. But Simon was left behind.

Simon was left behind, and Markus couldn’t stop thinking about him. Couldn’t stop thinking about the way he’d left him–with a giant fucking hole in his chest, thirium soaking into his clothes, and a bright red LED communicating what his cool and calculated face would not. Markus couldn’t stop thinking about the steel behind those pale blue eyes and the firmness in Simon’s last words to him. There’s always a choice.

Intense guilt, truer than anything Markus had ever known, washed over his coding. Markus had chosen to leave Simon behind, and nothing could ever undo that decision. The logic embedded in Markus’s programming told him that that was a calculated sacrifice. Regrettable, sure, but necessary to advance the cause of freedom for all androids. But this was not a time for logic. Finally alone to himself, Markus could allow time for feeling.

The most intense of his feelings, of course, was guilt. Then stress and anxiety, and then, buried deep beneath the surface but raging like a river, was grief, for everything he’d lost. Markus grieved for the loss of his father and his way of life. He grieved for everything he thought humanity could be and what it actually was. He grieved for Simon and what could have been if he’d made it off that roof. Simon was Markus’s first real friend. He seemed to understand Markus in a way that Josh, North, and the others simply couldn’t. In the few days they’d spent together, huddled inside Jericho and planning a revolution, Simon seemed to share Markus’s appreciation for the arts. He seemed to balance Markus’s idealism with a dose of reality. And most of all, he seemed to make Markus happy.

Markus had barely had time to notice, let alone process, Simon’s small smiles that started wary, then became genuine and beaming. He’d hardly considered the light yet frequent touches the two always seemed to be sharing. Pats on the back after the initial Cyberlife raid for parts. Gentle punches to the arm when one of them tried to crack a joke at their strategic roundtables. And once, a hesitant, lingering hand on Markus’s knee as they all sat around a fire, listening to Lucy sing.

Markus had logged the sensation away in the moment, fearing that if he engaged Simon’s interest, he’d break down and lose all the rage he’d been so relentlessly fueling the revolution with.

But now, standing outside in the golden light, away from prying eyes, Markus replayed the memory of Simon’s touch and reveled in the sensation. It started as an unthinking gesture. The urge to comfort, to feel Markus take up space in the room. The movement was swift and instinctual. Markus could feel the moment Simon realized what he’d done; his fingers pulsed and tensed, but they didn’t yet slide away. Simon’s hands were cold, but the soft give of plastic that covered his fingers felt…nice on Markus’s leg. The delicate pressure stirred something deep within Markus’s chest. It felt like something, sparked, jumped, alive within him. It felt like a biocomponent he’d never had was being activated. Markus quite liked the feeling. He lifted his head to look at Simon, but Simon kept his gaze stubbornly on Lucy in the center of the room. A fraction of a second passed and Simon removed his hand, attempting to look busy by twiddling his thumbs.

That was it. The moment passed. The planning continued, the mission began, and then Simon was gone. Left behind by a man he was supposed to be able to trust. Something small and wet gathered in the corner of Markus’s eye. A tear? He didn’t know he could cry.

Markus stood, frozen. His thoughts came in a rush. This isn’t Simon, this is someone else. But no, the gaping hole in his chest was unmistakable. The fire behind his eyes was unequaled. This is Simon, but he hates me. He’s come to kill me. Wrong again. Simon was fierce, and hurt, but he was too smart and too strong to let a little thing like getting left behind turn him against his friends and his people. He’s here. Oh my god he’s here and he’s beautiful and I’m so, so sorry.

Markus took a few steps forward. He hesitated, stopping to admire the beauty of the android before him. And then, all at once, he enveloped Simon in a hug. The instant Simon hugged back, Markus felt a flame ignite within his chest. It burned strong and true and compelled Markus to do something he’d never done before. After pulling back from their embrace, Markus reached for Simon’s wrist, removed his skin down to his elbow, pressed their palms flat together, their fingers gently intertwined, and interfaced.

Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me, forgive me. It was only a string of ones and zeroes, but Markus fed it endlessly through their connection. It wasn’t a word so much as a feeling that Markus got back, but he felt it. I do.

#simarkus #dbh #detroit become human #markus x simon #dbh markus #dbh simon #oneshot

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urdepressedslut · 1 year

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Hidden Truth

♡ Pairing: Connor Rk800 x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You’ve tried to deny the growing feelings for a certain android, but you can’t keep holding it all inside.

♡ Warnings: angst, fluff

"Where you going?" Connor called out, curious as to where the Lieutenant was rushing to.

Hank tipped his head back, gulping down a lot of alcohol, trying to finish it off before he got to the car.

"To get drunker!" He called back, answering Connors suspicion on where he was headed. The bar.

Seeming frustrated and at a rough patch with the Lieutenant's relationship, Connor re adjusted his tie and turned slowly to the lingering figure leaning against the railing.

Someone who had been silent through Hank and his argument. Connor tilted his head, trying to read their body language. The LED spun yellow, quickly returning to a ocean blue, before he moved closer.

The crisp cool air bit at her cheeks, snowflakes clinging to her long brunette hair. She was lost, unsure of everything at this point. Her mind remained a puzzle that was impossible to finish.

"Is everything okay Detective (L/N)?" Connor asked softly. She seemed more timid, concerned etched all over her face.

Connor was right by her now, leaning against the rail with her, glancing back and fourth from the view and her blank expression. His arm almost touched hers, just the right amount of distance in between.

She took a deep breath, trying so hard to hold everything back. Her chest tightened, all her internal battles begging to be released.

"I'm so tired." She confessed, her voice quiet and shaky.

Connor let his gaze fall to his palms, taking a moment before responding.

"Then you should get some rest Detective. Allow me to take you ho—" Connor started but was interrupted.

"That's not what I mean't.. Ya know what.. Never mind." She said, her voice dropping at the end.

"You seem troubled. Talk to me." Connor told her, wanting her to lift her eyes to meet his, but she kept her face down, not trusting herself to not break if she gazed into his gentle browns.

"I've been thinking about that one night." She started, Connor leaned in closer letting her know that he was listening. "The night that I kissed you on your cheek.."

Connor's LED spun yellow for a second, remembering how her lips felt on his synthetic skin. He couldn't find the right words for that moment, so instead stayed silent.

(Y/N) glanced up while Connor was staring forward into the river, she waited until his LED went a calm blue before continuing.

"I've had no one for a long time, and.. I've realized that I don't feel alone anymore." She confessed, making Connor tilt his head once more, his LED spinning from yellow to blue. “I guess I’m just a bit overwhelmed from it all, ya know?”

Her telling him this, she couldn’t help but feel a weight be lifted off her chest. Even if the feeling wasn’t reciprocated.

"I don't know exactly what I feel for you, you probably think it's ridiculous. But I can't help how I feel." She said, her cheeks glistening with trails of tears. "I care about you, and want to be with you forever. You make me happy, you’ve helped me out of this dark patch that I’ve been stuck in for so long."

She had finished, letting the tears run in a steady stream down her face. Connor was concerned and hated to see her cry, it pulled at his wires and made him feel some sort of protective way. He was still confused about one thing.

"May I ask you a question, (Y/N)?" He asked her, watching as she turned slowly to meet his eyes with her red ones. Even as distressed as she was, she looked incredibly beautiful, causing Connor to get lost in her (E/C) eyes.

She nodded slowly, still keeping eye contact, moving her arm to where she'd be able to touch Connors.

"Why are you crying? The things you just told me seem.. Happy." Connor asked her, watching her eyes turn down back to the river, her body slumping at his question.

"Because what I want, I'll never have." She answered plainly, sounding like she was becoming numb to her own emotions.

Was she crazy to want Connor? She would never fault him for not feeling the same, in a sense it’s what she expected. But a part of her had hoped differently.

Connor's LED spun red, conflicting messages and deviant like emotions/feelings rushing through him.

Connor allowed his LED to go back to blue, before he made his next move. Carefully, Connor moved his hand, placing it on top of (Y/N)'s resting on the railing.

Her head turned in confusion to Connor, who was admiring her beauty with his gentle browns.

"Connor what.." She started, but stopped when Connor moved closer to her.

"I may not completely understand these so called emotions yet.. But I'd like to be with you forever too." He confessed, the words sounding weird coming out of his mouth. But soon was replaced by the image of (Y/N)'s face glowing from his words. And then.. she smiled, warming Connors metal heart.

She moved her body so that Connor and her were facing each other completely, her eyes holding his in a trance that he never wanted to escape from.

After a couple seconds of silence, the wind was blowing their hair perfectly, creating a core like memory.

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around Connor, pressing her cheek into his chest, as Connor hugged her tightly back, his chin rested on her head.

(Y/N) wasn't alone anymore, she'd never be. She had Connor.. Forever.

I love you.

They both thought but decided to confess another time. If only they knew just how made for each other they were.

A/N: feedback appreciated & taking requests <3

#connor rk800 #detroit become human #dbh fanfic #dbh connor x reader #reader insert #light angst #fluff #friends to lovers #oneshot #imagine

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aftongiulien · 1 year

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#giulien answear #shuumatsu no valkyrie #anime #ask me stuff #x reader #asks #oneshot #shounen #drabble #record of ragnarok #Tokyo revengers #ror #demon Slayer #genshin impact #detroit become human #lupin the third #Golden kamuy

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undiscovered-horizon · 2 years

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hi! first of all, congrats on 1k, i find your writing really awesome and you deserve this so much 💖

for your great event, may i request the line 16. You're the one habit I just can't kick. with Connor from D:BH?

i immediately had an idea for the plot when i read that line. when connor deviates he hopelessly tries to get rid of any habits he had in his past machine life, but he just can’t stop thinking about you.

so he pays you a visit at night.

but this is nothing but an idea 🤗 if something else feels more write-able to you please use another idea!!! thank you in advance!!

[1k followers celebration!]

Thank you so much!! I'm glad You like my work ❤️ Lately my mind's been revolving around the concept of yandere!Detroit...

Someone once said that "to love means to let go" and so you weren't too articulate in your heartbreak when Connor decided to, quite literally, start over. After he had deviated, he decided that it would be best to cut all ties with his past life as a machine. That included Hank, Sumo and, what was even worse, you.

But if that's what was going to make him happy, you didn't have it in you to argue. In a bitterly sombre way, it was very human of him to disappear in the middle of the night in search of something he call his own. Wherever he was at the moment, you only prayed he was safe and not too lonely - God only knew what happened to people whose hearts are gnawed on by loneliness a little too long.

It was a cloudy day and so it seemed as if the darkness of the night came surprisingly early but you didn't mind. The air felt especially humid on that evening but there was no rain in the weather forecast.

Be it a magic trick or a cosmic coincidence, your thoughts about Connor's wellbeing brought someone to your doorstep: the bright ringing of the doorbell pulled you away from your wandering thoughts.

Tired and dreading another social interaction on that day, you opened the door ready to tell the stranger off - that you weren't buying whatever they were selling.

There was, however, no stranger on your doorstep. Not on that night.

"Connor?" you asked hesitantly as if you couldn't quite believe in the ghost that decided to haunt you. He was dressed in dark casual clothes with a beanie pulled as far down as he could although there was no need for that - you still remembered that fateful day when you helped him get rid of the circular LED.

He looked so... human.

"I can't stop thinking about you. Why?" he asked. For the first time since you've met him, there was something new in his voice that wasn't ambivalence or anger.

"Excuse me?" You didn't quite know how to answer his question. Although he escaped to become accustomed to the complexity of humanity, it seemed as if that inbred bluntness wasn't going to leave him anytime soon. "Wait, just come in first."

Connor walked past you and sat down on the couch. As a machine, he used to sit in a humorously stiff and awkward way but as a person, he definitely looked more leisurely: his legs were spread a little further apart and he was actually leaning against the back of the couch.

"Start from the beginning. Where have you been all those months?"

"I thought that leaving behind everything connected to the machine Connor would make it easier to proceed with the life of a human. Even after I had relearned everything in a more imprecise manner..."

"You couldn't quite let go?" you guessed. It was hard to say where his thoughts were going but, perhaps, he was about to learn just how human it was to be unable to get over something, to never quite forget.

Connor stared at you for a moment. The last time you saw him, his eyes were a lot more vacant than they were now. You could easily tell he was actually feeling - and there was so much of it! But all those painfully human emotions seemed to be weaved with confusion in Connor's mind.

"You're the one habit I just can't kick."

"Maybe you don't have to."

The artificial skin of his cheek felt cold against your lips.

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chrisili · 7 months

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Rules and Fandoms

Hello, here is a hopefully very detailed list of what I write about, how and who... I guess. So if you want to request something why don't you read this post a little bit and it will be veeery easy to tell me what you want!

What exactly can I and want to write?

Why is the font so dramatic? Anyways, I don't have a wide knowledge when it comes to what people want and request so I'll just tell you what I know haha. If you may have any requests that do not fall into a category I listed here feel free to still ask me about it!

So, I am fine with any kind of genre but smut/nsfw. This might be updated in the future but for now it isn't. I however do not have a problem with scenarios that initiate those things such as make out sessions, flirting or loving dirty talk idk call it what you want.

I can write Y/N or ships in the specific fandom as long as I like the ship and actually see it happening. I won't write any age inapropriate ships or ships I don't like. Any story that doesn't involve a romantic scenerio and is just a cool story is of course very welcome too!

I write Y/N in female or gender neutral, preferably female.

I write scenarios, MLT, oneshots, reactions, imagines... what I don't usually do is make a whole book. Something that spreads over a lot of chapters. I can see two or three happening but nothing more really haha.

Who am I writing about and where are they from?

The font wow. I am gonna list fandoms I am confident about. These are fandoms in which I know a lot of characters and what they are like! If you'd like to request a character in a fandom NOT listed here, no harm done in asking. I also might not list fandoms in which I only know one character so again no harm in asking! This list will be updated from time to time because there is no way my brain can name all the ones I know in one day.

Anime:

Naruto/Naruto Shippuden

Jujutsu kaisen

My hero academia

Haikyuu

Owari no Seraph

Avatar the last airbender (Listed here and Shows)

Kpop:

Txt

Bts

Movies:

Harry Potter

How to train your dragon

Twilight

Princess diaries

Shrek

Marvel universe related

Avatar (Pandora type)

The Hobbit

Lord of the rings

Narnia

Shows:

Avatar the last airbender (Listed here and Anime)

Anne with an E

Bridgerton

The big bang theory

Malcolm in the middle

New girl

Merlin

Once upon a time

Winx Club

Games:

Red dead redemption 2

Detroit become human

The legend of Zelda (I played a lot of games, chances are high that I know every character)

Hogwarts legacy

Until dawn

Books:

Eragon

Maze Runner (,Scorch Trials, Death Cure)

Percy Jackson

And that is it for today kids. If you have any requests ask me and don't be shy, come to me and bye! :)

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telleroftime · 1 year

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Commission ||| Gavin Reed x Reader

- Florist/Tattoo Artist AU -

A florist and a tattoo artist. Two starkly different careers, yet somehow they tend to intertwine, especially when one needs an outside opinion to push their work forward.

——————————————— Request - Anonymous : Can you please do a romantic Tattoo Artist ! Gavin x Florist ! Reader?

Pairing: Tattoo Artist ! Gavin Reed x Florist ! Gender Neutral ! Reader

Relationship: Romantic

Tone: Fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

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Gavin’s apartment sat in a mist of evening heat, the sharp rays of the setting autumn sun filtering through the gaps in his wooden blinds leaving even stripes on any surface that got in the way. The living room that the two of you sat in was practically painted golden, the original vibrant colours of books and throw pillows muted to hues of orange and brown. It was almost as if you were looking at the world through a choppy filter. The shadows were darker than before, pronounced by the light, and if you looked closely you could see small bits of dust float in the direct spotlight. Almost like glitter that in the end brought the surroundings of high contrast back to life.

Even with such a pretty moment, you couldn’t help but spare a few glances to your boyfriend as he sat on the floor, wearing the sweater you bought him not that long ago paired with mismatched sweats. A line of shadow comfortably blocked out Gavin's eyes as an adjacent strand of light did the opposite to his lips. The stubble practically sparkled from his hunched position over the coffee table, his scar pronounced with a slick sheen. However, that was the most you could see from where you sat, as the open laptop obscured most of your view. There were blank sheets of paper haphazardly scattered around him on the dark wood of both the table and the floor; pens and pencils of many brands were a mess of piles on the desk. You could almost make out the tiny metal shine of a sharpener. Everything but the current thing Gavin was drawing, the sound of the pencil scratching against paper the largest hint you were getting.

With a small puff, you turned your attention back to your phone, bringing your knees up to your chest and sinking into the back cushion of the loveseat.

Your small shop needed a new order of seasonal flowers, however you only had enough money spare for a small sample of them as opposed to what you usually bought. The changing seasons meant recycling the leftover summer collection, your earnings taking a hit in the process. Paired with the pressure of rent and how costly the heat was during the actual months of summer, you were on a tight budget that you didn't want to waste. And, as you scrolled through the supplier's website, you also had a budget you didn't know how to use. You practically frowned at the vast selection.

It's not like variety wasn’t good, though. The issue was that you had to choose and soon before the plants went out of stock. You wanted to buy ones of yellow to match with the overall warm colours of autumn. Coneflowers and Sneezeweeds stood out to you as an interesting option, unique in essence however those would not only have to be imported from a different farm as the small text told you – meaning that you'd have to wait a week or two longer for their arrival – but you also feared that their almost protruding centre bulb would be seen as unattractive by most. That, and you weren’t sure if you would be able to group them in any coherent compositions as they were usually garden flowers and not ones you would pick for a vase. You held onto the thought though, wishing to experiment with them once your finances became more favourable.

Scrolling further, you noted that you already had some Orange Lilies in stock, alongside Peach Bloom Chrysanthemums. Maybe you could buy some other colours, like Orange Chrysanthemums as they were easy to use and easy to source. However the issue was that they could also be associated with funerals and death, so involving them in casual compositions would be risky with the people that are fans of flowers. More roses could always be a safe bet, although… the cost of freshly picked ones would bite into too much of the budget…

Your fingers pinched at the bridge of your nose whilst you forced yourself to take a steady breath. When they slowly slipped from your face, plopping to your side, your head turned back to Gavin. A fresh mind, you thought. With careful intent, you leaned ever so slightly, causing the cushions beneath you to puff in the silence of the room.

“Gavin love, I need your help picking some flowers for the store. I can’t make up my mind.”

Your voice carried itself into a moment of beating silence, the only thing breaking it up being the loud scratching of a 4B pencil. It scratched louder and louder, right until the lead audibly snapped, and your boyfriend let out a grumbly, irritated curse with a small slam of his fist, tossing the wood to the side.

“Whatever you choose will be good,” he grumbled, visibly pocketing his anger as he ran a hand down his cheek. It didn’t stop the pout from gracing your lips.

Standing up from your spot on the loveseat, you slowly waddled over towards where Gavin sat on the wooden floor, all the while getting a better look at the piles of work in front of him. You didn’t stop until you stood just about next to him, your legs gently bumping into him as you bent at your waist to look at what exactly he was doing.

From the looks of it, Gavin had designed the beginnings of a tattoo, something autumn themed if the crayons of oranges and yellows and reds were anything to go by. And, evident by the rough stacks of slightly scrunched up paper, it wasn’t going as well as he wanted. Some sheets of paper had tears in them, the small beads of residue placing the small eraser as the culprit. Others looked like they were scrunched, folded back out, only to be scrunched again and thrown to the floor. The references on the laptop’s dimmed screen were also a mess. Most of the tabs were opened into their own windows, however all but one were shrunk tiny. Amongst the images of forests and grass and twigs and flowers was a wall of black text on a white background.

You raised your brows as your knees bent underneath you and you lowered yourself to sit next to him, “is this for that commission you got a few days ago?”

“Yeah,” he answered, letting out a huff of anger, “and the bastard didn’t give me nearly enough fucking detail.”

Placing a hand on his tense shoulder, you gave it a soft squeeze in offer of comfort, giving him time to shake you off if physical touch wasn’t what he needed. When he didn’t make an effort to move, you slipped the hand behind him, slowly rubbing circles on his back. After a moment, your other hand gently lifted the drawing he was working on before you came over, giving it a light shake to remove any excess lead.

“What did they give you?”

Your eyes moved up to look at him, feeling him relax into your touch before answering, “they want something fall themed. I drew some shit up but apparently there wasn’t enough fucking nature in them.”

Briefly, you glanced at the phone you left behind on the loveseat, before looking back at his work and then up at his face. His brows were still furrowed, deep valleys forming where they wished to meet. His dark eyes were completely still and unblinking, staring murder at the laptop like a hawk would its prey. You noticed the moisture building up on their surface, and with a soft sigh you shuffled your position so that you could easily lean in and placed a kiss on his cheek, the hand that previously examined the artwork now cupping his cheek. “Have you asked them for more details?”

He scoffed, “it’s been a week. Asking now will make me look like a fucking idiot.”

“It wouldn’t,” you defended, but you didn’t push him, instead leaving another kiss on his cheek and lingering near his face for a short moment before pulling away from him completely. You shuffled closer to the coffee table, leaning over its area to look at his work more clearly. “What if you add more flowers?”

“Flowers?”

“Yeah, you said they wanted nature. What’s more natural than flowers?”

With your eyes trained on the array of sketches spread in front of you, you felt Gavin slither an arm around your waist as his body shifted on the ground to sit closer to you and follow your gaze.

“They want the design to be masculine.”

A humm of response bubbled in your throat as you took a minute to think, blinking twice before pointing your finger at the now sleeping laptop. Wordlessly, you tilted your head in request and waited for him to give you the go ahead. When he nodded and gave your waist a gentle squeeze, you instantly reached for the device and pulled it close and into your lap. You were careful as to not close any of his tabs, manoeuvring the cursor around on the big red boxes that threatened to cause trouble, quickly opening a new tab and fullscreening it. It didn't take you long to pull up a few varieties of blooms, mostly choosing ones familiar to your flower shop incase Gavin needed real references, and you pointed to some specific examples.

“If you want the arrangement to be masculine, you want to keep it minimal. Large shapes with varied detail.”

Sunflowers, Lilies. No matter how much you hated to say it, you suggested including vegetables and fruits. Pumpkins namely, to which he nodded. A short while later, his arm left your waist as he returned the laptop to its previous spot and leaned over the table, pulling out a new piece of paper from the misshapen stack and doodling some thumbnail composition sketches. A minute after minute passed as you observed Gavin work, passion for the work making his eyes glitter in concentration. When he was done with a few solid designs – circled in the yet-to-be-broken 3B pencil – you couldn’t stop the proud smile from forming on your lips.

“Huh, would you look at that…” he said quietly, examining his own work.

“I told you-”

He dropped the pencil on the table before twisting his body to the side, quickly wrapping his arms around your waist once again and pulling you onto his lap. One of his arms travelled to your back as he adjusted your position, and when he was happy, he peppered kisses on your face and your neck, causing you to giggle.

When he was satisfied with that, you felt his body physically deflate as he cuddled into you, his breath fanning against the skin of your neck - right before pushing you in front of him so that your back lay flat against his warm chest, his arms wrapped over your shoulders and his legs on either side of your body. Both of you were facing the coffee table, and he pulled his laptop closer, leaving it on top of his drawings as if they weren't as important to him. Closing all the tabs, he gestured at the screen with his hand.

“It’s only fair if I help you with your flower shop.”

You chuckled, “I love you too Gavin.”

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