#detroit: become human fanfic

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Unwanted Partner - DBH REWRITE Chapter One

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Summary: Charlie wasn’t pleased much when she met her father’s new partner, an android sent by Cyberlife. The Lieutenant wasn’t very happy either but the two would have to put up with this plastic detective and work together through their investigation on the Deviants case. 

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Warnings: Detroit: Become Human spoilers (specifically chapter 12 Waiting for Hank; & Chapter 13 On the Run - Scenes with Connor), bullying, sassy, sarcasm, insults, flashback, mention of car accident, mention of child’s death

November 6th, 2038

09:23 AM

Charlie slowly let her back slide against the curve of the tub and closed her eyes, taking a breath as her face sank into the clear water of her bath. Her knees sticking out, bubbles rose to the surface as she briefly exhaled under the water. There was no noise. Nothing. This eerie silence was quickly broken by gut-wrenching screams. The sound of the tires screeching on the asphalt and the truck violently sending the car rolling over the side of the road. She had screamed and after it went dark, had woken up in the hospital, having no idea of where she had ended up at the time, until a nurse came in and a few hours later, she was told of her little brother’s passing. It had taken her a while to understand that she had been out for several days. A medically induced coma, they had said, because she had suffered a concussion. She had been into a pretty bad car accident and was lucky to be alive, but her brother had not had that same luck as her and their father, who had been driving the car when the truck hit.

When her waterproof watch rang, she opened her eyes and straightened up taking a deep breath, wiping her face with the palm of her hand, looking at the time displayed on the square screen of her watch. She better hurry to get to work. She bent forward to open the bathtub drain and stood up. While the water circled above the drain and flowed down the pipe, she carefully stepped over the edge of the tub and wrapped herself in her towel, tucking the corner of it above her breasts so it would stay in place around her body as she walked to her bedroom of her two-story townhome in Emerald Springs, Detroit. She had moved in this nice and quiet neighbourhood of her sweet old hometown a year or so after graduating from the Police Academy top of her class and as a Valedictorian. Freshly out of the academy, she had stayed at her father’s new house for a while before finding her current place. She had been a Police Officer for a few years already and aimed to become a Detective and then a Lieutenant, like her father. She dried her body and threw the towel on a nearby chair before turning to her closet, opening the French double doors. She reached inside and grabbed some underwear, a pair of jeans, a plain hoodie and a blazer, the kind of clothes she wore in the chilly November weather and put them in a bag before looking for her Police uniform and putting it on. She wasn’t in upper management like her father yet, so she had to wear a uniform, as annoying as it was. It actually fitted her well and was comfortable so in the end, she didn’t mind much. She went to stand in front of her wall mirror and tied her blonde hair up in a bun.

Once all set, she walked downstairs to her living room to get her things, she put on her shoes and got out of the house, got in her car and drove off to the Detroit Central Police Station on the 3rd Avenue. It was a short ride, lasting for about fifteen minutes each time, except if there was more traffic than usual but this morning, she got there in time as it was pretty smooth on the road. She parked outside the station, left the bag with her civilian clothes inside and stepped inside the building. She needed a coffee to start the day off right, so she went straight to the open kitchen on the side of the main room. As she marched along the open space, she noticed an Android walking around as if it was looking for something. She frowned slightly but didn’t care and prioritized the task of getting herself a coffee. She had little to no care for those human-like machine and was fine never working with any in her police duties. She despised them as much as her father did. When she arrived in the kitchen area, she ignored Gavin leaning on the standing table, talking with police officer Tina Chen and she turned her back to him as she stood in front of the coffee machine and rested her hand on the counter, tapping the furniture with her fingertips as she watched the coffee fill the cupboard cup.

“Fuck, look at that… Our friend the plastic detective is back in town. Congratulations on last night, very impressive.” She picked up her filled coffee cup, put the lid on and glanced at Gavin sarcastically cheering for the very android that seemed to be looking for something in the station, a second prior. The android stared at her as she took a sip of her hot drink and the LED on its temple went yellow for a brief instant, like it was analyzing her before turning to Gavin.

“Hello, my name is Connor.”

“Never seen an android like you before… what model are you?”

“Look at his jacket, smartass.” She shot at the detective with a scoff as she walked past him and the android, now facing each other. There was a second of silence and he cleared his throat. She could hear their exchange in the background as she headed toward her desk.

“So, machines are gonna replace us all, is that it?” Because his interrogation was met by silence, he continued. “Hey, bring me a coffee, dipshit!” Gavin was clearly irritated as his tone of voice kept rising. “Get a move on! I gave you an order!”

“I’m sorry, but I only take orders from Lieutenant Anderson.” Charlie stopped in her tracks and turned around. So, he was the android assigned to her father as his partner in the Deviants case. Well, if it was his partner, it would be hers too since her father was her mentor and he had been ever since she did her on-the-job period training after being out of the Police Academy. Gavin scoffed, aggravated and he punched the Android in the stomach, or where a stomach should have been really. Connor froze for a second and brought a hand to where Gavin hit, and it fell to its knees, leaning forward on its other hand. Charlie frowned and took the lid off her coffee cup and walked towards the Detective.

“If Hank hadn’t got in the way yesterday, I would’ve fucked you up for disobeying a human.” He threatened before benting over to talk closer to Connor’s face. “Stay outta my way. ‘Cause next time, you won’t get off so easy.” He straightened up and as he was about to head out the kitchen, he ran into Charlie coming towards him and her coffee mug squirmed under her fingers and its hot liquid splattered Gavin and soaked his clothes, dripping onto his shoes as he let out a groan.

“Oh, shit. Sorry, Gavin. At least you’re kinda hot now.” She scoffed and turned around as he stared her down and she shrugged and went to pour herself another coffee. She smiled at Gavin, and he gritted his teeth, clenching his fist and jaw and he left, followed by the police officer he had been chilling with in the kitchen. Charlie sighed, shook her head and grabbing her coffee cup, she motioned for Connor to come along as she walked towards her workspace. It stood back up, straightening its tie and followed the officer. As she sat down and drank her coffee, she saw Connor sit on a chair next to her desk and her father’s and stay quiet for a second, so she watched it, thinking the android’s behavior was kind of weird and laughed it off, shoting up her eyebrows as she connected to the terminal on her desk. She went on to check her mailbox and saw Connor glance at her and she didn’t look back at, focused on what she was doing and kind of sighed when it opened its mouth.

“Do you know when your father will arrive?”

“Nope.” She retorted, checking the time in the bottom right corner of her screen’s terminal. It was already past 9AM. She sighed again and took a sip of her coffee. “If we’re lucky, he’s gonna come in before noon.”

“Depends on where he’s been the night before.” Officer Miller added with a smirk, and she laughed, even though, she was concerned for him. It wasn’t funny to her, but she didn’t want anyone to know. Nobody really knew how bad he was doing and for his own pride and self esteem, she was aware that he didn’t want everyone to know, and she respected that. In any case, she was there for him and would always be, no matter what. After a minute she took a look at the small bonzaï on her father’s desk, which was right across hers and pursed her lips before standing up. Connor followed her with its eyes as she went back to the kitchen area of the station. There, she filled a cup with some water and walked back to the desk before pouring the liquid in the plant’s pot. All while doing this, the android still sitting by the desks watched her until she sat back down, and it walked around her father’s office and observed the things on it. The LED on its temple turned yellow for a hot minute and she assumed Connor was inspecting the Lieutenant's workplace before the latter arrived, surely to get to know more of the man’s character while waiting.

“It’s good to see you again, Lieutenant.” Connor greeted and Charlie raised her head and looked at her father and contained a laugh when he sighed at the sight of the android.

“Uh, Jesus…”

“Hank! In my office!” Fowler walked out of his office which was in the middle of the precinct. It was a square room with completely glazed walls but soundproofed, so you really had to be shouting to be heard in the police station. The voice of the police captain softened as he motioned for Hank to come over. “Come too, Charlie.”

“Got it.” She mouthed, jumping off her seat and walking around her desk, walking after her father toward Fowler’s office. Connor came along and closed the door behind him while Hank and Charlie sat down in front of Fowler, and he just stood in the back.

“I’ve got ten new cases involving androids on my desk every day.” Fowler was turned to his computer terminal as he spoke up. “We’ve always had isolated incidents, old ladies losing their android maids and that kind of crap…” He turned to Hank and Charlie, frowning. He seemed pissed but was mainly looking at Hank. She was still paired to him to learn on the field. So, she was mainly there to listen. It was already an opportunity that Fowler gave her to let her work on homicides and stuff while only being a young officer. She hoped to get the chance to become a detective in the next year or so. “But now, we’re getting reports of assaults and even homicides, like that guy last night. This isn’t just Cyberlife’s problem anymore. It’s now a criminal investigation and we’ve gotta deal with it before the shit hits the fan. I want you to investigate these cases and see if there’s any link.”

“Why me?” Hank complained and Charlie glanced at him. “Why do I gotta be the one to deal with this shit? I am the least qualified cop in the country to handle this case! I know jack shit about androids, Jeffrey! I can barely change the settings on my own phone…”

“Everybody’s overloaded.” He retorted. “I think you’re perfectly qualified for this type of investigation. You have a young and brilliant officer by your side who certainly can change your fucking phone settings."

"Bullshit!" He swore, standing up. “The truth is nobody wants to investigate these fuckin’ androids and you left me holdin’ the bags!” He put his hands on his hips and walked around the room.

“CyberLife sent over this android to help with the investigation. It’s a state-of-the-art prototype. It’ll act as your partner.” That was something that was definitely not pleasing Hank and he had already made it clear. Charlie simply sighed as he started to yell.

“No fuckin’ way! I don’t need a partner, and certainly not this plastic prick!”

“Charlie, please go. Take it with you.” Fowler addressed in an exasperated sigh, and she stood up and walked over to the door. She dragged Connor along with her and they stepped into the precinct, she shut the door just when Fowler rose his voice at Hank, and they walked back to her office. They could hear their arguments, their voices muffled by the glass.

“Now that we’re gonna be partners—” Connor spoke up as it followed her, but she cut it off and turned around, a little annoyed at the latter.

“For now, you shut up. Thank you.” She nodded with a tight smile that faded as quickly as it appeared on her face, and she started walking again. She didn’t want to chit-chat with an android. Especially now. She had been aggravated by Gavin when she got at the station and now her father was getting a slap on the wrist and surely a reminder of the amount of previous disciplinary offenses already in his folder.

“So, you get to tell this thing off, but you spill your coffee on me when I do it?” Charlie stopped in her tracks once again when she heard Gavin’s voice. He was talking to her. She looked over to him. He had his legs stretched out, his shoes resting on his desk, slouching back in his chair, his phone in hand. She scoffed and went to sit at her desk.

“Got a new shirt already? Might have to accidentally spill some more hot liquid on you next time.” He frowned as she tried to make a fool of him and a smirk extended the corner of his lips and he let out a scoff, shaking his head, focusing back on his phone and whatever he was doing on it. After a minute, she looked up upon hearing Fowler’s office door slam and she watched her father walk to his office beside hers and sit down, looking pretty worked up, sulking. She already knew Connor would try to talk to him, but Hank was in no mood to be dealing with this walking plastic detective at the moment, so it better stay off his back. Connor stood behind the Lieutenant, and she already knew it was going to get heated when Hank would have had enough of it.

“I get the impression my presence causes you some inconvenience, Lieutenant. I’d like to know I’m very sorry about that.” Hank stayed quiet, as expected. “Now that we’re partners, it would be great to get to know each other better.” Another silence. Connor smiled awkwardly to her father but he wouldn’t even look at the android, his arms crossed and his gaze staring in the void. “In any case, I’d like you to know I’m very happy to be working with you. I’m sure we’ll make a great team.”

“Right.” Charlie mouthed, resting her chin on her hand. She exchanged an exasperated look with Gavin, who heard the android trying to chat with Hank, shoting up her eyebrows with a sigh. They weren’t friends, but they could at least agree a little on how ridiculous this all was.

“Is there a desk anywhere I could use?” It wondered, seeing that apparently no workplace was available for him. Charlie closed her eyes in a sigh, knowing that she was going to have to sacrifice her place because her father wasn’t going to move a finger so she pushed on her feet and had her chair rolled back against the glass wall behind her desk and she indicated the free space to Connor with a fake smile as she stretched out her legs and rested her feet on the edge of the furniture, crossing her arms. Like a child, when he was mad about something, he would stay quiet and sulk, so she had to be the ‘bigger person’ even though out of them both, she was the child, really. Connor looked over at her and tilted its head as he brought the chair it had sat on a moment earlier and settled in front of the computer terminal. “Thank you, Officer.”

“Yeah.” She mumbled as she pulled out her phone and clicked on her message app icon when seeing a new notification. She had some hope it would be her mother, whom she had not spoken to in months, but it was just an automated message reminding her of the amount of her telephone bills. She pursed her lips, hidind her disappointment and went looked at Connor as it addressed her father, still aiming to make conversation with the latter.

“Do you listen to Knight of the Black Death?” She frowned, confused as to why the android was being so specific in its question, as if it listened to such music. Hank was bent towards his computer terminal and had the same reaction. “I really like that music. It’s… full of energy…”

“You listen to Heavy Metal?” Hank asked doubtfully.

“Well, I don’t really listen to music, as such… but I’d like to.” Hank and Charlie exchanged a look, lightly shaking their head. It was just odd interactions after odd interactions with this thing.

“You have a dog, right?”

“How do you know that?”

“The dog hairs on your chair.” Charlie nodded to herself. It was really what he had been doing when he observed her father’s desk earlier. “I like dogs. What’s your dog’s name?”

“What’s it to you?” He turned his head to Connor, kind of on the defensive. After a second of silence, he looked back at his terminal, glancing over at the android. “Sumo, I call him Sumo.”

“If you have any files on deviants, I’d like to take a look at them…” Connor requested, leaning on its elbow on the desk. Hank looked at him while Charlie took her feet off the desk and came closer to Connor, pointing in front of him.

“You got a terminal right there. Knock yourself out.” From the corner of her eyes, she saw her father smirk at her telling the android off. Connor peeked at her and nodded kind of shyly. She then watched him put its hand on the virtual keyboard and it turned white, like the beige skin was gone. It scrolled through the case files and scanned everything that came in sight.

“243 files… The first dates back nine months…” Hank leaned on his office, listening to the android’s recap, resting his head on his fist. “It all started in Detroit… And quickly spread across the country…” Connor glanced at Charlie and then at Hank. “An AX400 is reported to have murdered a man last night… That could be a good starting point for our investigation.” Hank didn’t react so it stood up and walked around the desks and went behind the Lieutenant. The latter turned his back to the machine, trying to avoid any discussion.

“Uh, Jesus…”

“I know you don’t ask for this investigation, Lieutenant, but I’m sure you’re a professional.”

“Why don’t you go fuck yourself?” He spat and Charlie couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as she pushed Connor’s seat aside to get in front of her terminal.

“I’ve been assigned this mission, Lieutenant. I didn’t come here to wait until you feel like working. Think of the example you’re putting up for your—” Hank knew where it was going. He was already pissed off by the android simply speaking to him but now that it was trying to guilt-trip him didn’t go too well with him. He got on his feet, grabbing Connor by the collar of his jacket and pinned him to the glass wall behind his workspace. Charlie crossed her arms and watched, staring at Connor with a straight face.

“Listen, asshole. If it was up to me, I’d throw the lot of you in a dumpster and set a match to it. So, stop pissing me off… and don’t you talk about my daughter… or things are gonna get nasty.” He warned.

“Lieu- Lieutenant…” Officer Miller cautiously approached, and Hank let go off Connor. “Uh… sorry to disturb you. I have information on the AX400 that killed the guy last night. It’s been sighted in the Ravendale district.”

“I’m on it.” Hank replied, looking down on Connor in front of him. Charlie stood up and followed her father out of the precinct in silence. This android was really going to be a pain in their asses but they had to work alongside it.

10:25 AM

“All right, That’s all for now. Free to go.” Hank concluded after talking to the grocery store clerk outside the supermarket in front of which they were standing. They were in the Ravendale district, where the AX400 that committed a homicide was spotted, looking around in the rain pouring down on them. Charlie was wearing her cap to protect herself from getting her entire head wet.

“We’ve got officers sweeping the neighborhoos, in case anybody saw anything.” Ben said, approaching the Lieutenant.

“Okay. Well, let me know if they turn anything up.”

“What are we gonna do with that?” At the officer’s question, they all looked at Connor, standing still next to the car.

“I’ve no idea…” Hank motioned for Charlie to came along as he walked towards the android. The latter noticed their presence and looked at them.

“It took the first bus that came along… and stayed at the end of the line. Its decision wasn’t planned, it was driven by fear.”

“Androids don’t feel fear.” Hank retorted, letting out a chuckle.

“Deviants do. They get overwhelmed by their emotions and make irrational decisions.”

“Ah well, that still doesn’t tell us where it went.”

“If they really were scared and didn’t have a plan, they probably aren’t too far.”

“That is exactly what I was thinking, officer.” He stated to Charlie, and she gave him a tight smile. She was confused as to why she didn’t hate him as much as she thought she did at first. Charlie crossed her arms over her zipped-up uniform jacket and stepped closer to the android, thinking for a second.

“They couldn’t go to the motel. ‘T’was too risky. But there isn’t much places to stay hidden nearby, except…” Her eyes rose to the abandoned home right across the street from them. She started connecting the dots and thought that the android probably went to hide there. She motioned for Connor to follow her as she crossed the road, looking right and left for any car coming her way. It followed her as she approached the fence to a lone unused car rotting away. She pushed the door and looked around. “They didn’t steal wire cutters, so they must have found a way in through there.”

“There’s blue blood here, on this fence. I know another android is here.” Charlie turned to Connor. He was crouched near a fence separating them from this uninhabited house Charlie hypothesized the deviant was hiding into.

“I don’t see anything.” She squatted next to him, frowning.

“Blue blood evaporates after a few hours and becomes invisible to the naked eye.” He explained.

“But you can still see it, right?” He nodded and she let him pass through the fence where the deviant had cut an opening to get into the abandoned property. She followed him and they walked to the fron door of the house. She pulled her gun.

“Anybody home?” He asked, raising his voice. There was no answer. Connor opened the door and he silently looked at Charlie and she remained outside while he let the door opened ajar. When he spoke, she understood there was an android inside and he maybe had a chance to get something out of the latter if it didn’t freak out at the sight of a human police officer. She stood by the door and listened. “Don’t be afraid. I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m looking for an AX400. Have you seen it?”

“Ralph’s seen nobody…” It assured with a distorted robotic voice.

“Are there any other androids here?”

“Other androids? No… Ralph is alone…”

“There’s blue blood on the fence. I know another android was here.” Connor pressed.

“Ralph scratched himself coming through… That’s Ralph’s blood.” When it went silent, Charlie peeked inside through the opening of the door and observed Connor looking around the room, scanning everything in sight. A fire was lit in the fireplace and three plates were set on the table, but as Connor must have thought while looking at these, androids don’t need heat or food, so it made it even stranger. Connor then walked up the stairs and peeked upstairs, glancing back at Ralph.

“Is anyone upstairs?”

“No.” It declared nervously. “Nobody.” Connor walked back down in the living room.

“Connor, what the hell are you doin’ in there!” Hank yelled from the abandoned parking lot.

“Coming, Lieutenant!” He said as he went to look below the flight of stairs he had just climbed. As he was about to crouch down and take a look, the android grabbed him and pulled him away. Charlie made her entrance, her arms stretched out, gun pointing at the female android. She was holding the hand of a little girl and she looked distressed.

“Do not move! Raise your hands where I can see them.” Charlie ordered but in the blink of an eye, Ralph threw Connor at her. A shot rang out and the deviant and the girl cried out as they ran out of the house in a hurry to get away from there.

“Connor, Charlie, what’s going on?” Hank asked as he walked in the house. Charlie quickly helped up the android.

“It’s here! Call it in!” Hank ran back out of the house while Connor and Charlie went after the deviant and the little girl. They got back to the street where a police officer was watching. “Which way did it go?”

“That way! They’re heade for the train station!” He replied immediately, giving them a direction with his arm. They nodded and off they went, running like hell across the district. There was no time to waste. Running down the street, on the lookout, the two of them eventually managed to catch up with the deviant named Kara after it was spotted by the police half-way to the train station.

“They’re over there!” Another officer told them, pointing at the end of an alleyway. The deviant and the little girl were climbing a fence to get to the highway below. Connor and Charlie exchanged a look and spinted but when they ran into the fence, Kara and the girl were looking at them from the other side.

"Don’t shoot! We need it alive!” Connor turned to the officer aiming at the deviant through the fence but when he looked back, the android and the girl slid down the hill to the freeway and started to cross it.

“Oh fuck… that’s insane…” Hank exclaimed as he arrived, catching his breath after running after them. He wasn’t so young anymore and didn’t have the stamina his daughter had, let alone an android’s. Connor clang onto the fence, trying to climb it but Hank instinctively grabbed his jacket to prevent him from going.

“Hey! Where you goin’?”

“I can’t let them get away.” Connor was staring at the deviant and the girl, fixated on his goal to catch them.

“They won’t! They’ll never make it to the other side.” Hank leaned on his knees.

“I can’t take that chance.”

“Hey! You will get yourself killed.” The Lieutenant suddenly stood up, raising his voice when Connor jumped on his feet, wanting to climb up the fence and go after them but Hank caught him. “Do NOT go after ‘em. Connor, that’s an order!”

Charlie stared at Connor after he let go off the fence and simply watched the deviant cross the highway from afar. He had been programmed to accomplish the mission that he was given, and yet, he put Hank’s orders and concerns for his safety first. She didn’t think he would listen, but he did and unknowingly proved her wrong.

[To be continued…]  

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Published (06/26/2022) by Andrea

Taglist: @cathrin2405​ @kika64

[nadare-writer]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Hank Anderson/Connor Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson, Sumo (Detroit: Become Human), Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, CyberLife is a Dick, AO3 FB Challenge, Urban Fantasy, Background Canon Events, Post-Pacifist Best Ending (Detroit: Become Human), Plot Twists, Whump, Human Experimentation, Developing Relationship, Past Character Death, Blood and Violence, Immortality, Androids, Child Death, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Angst, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Eventual Happy Ending, Regeneration Summary: “You’re being held here against your will, right?” Hank asked, wanting to make sure he understood the basics of the situation. The cell itself was a pretty big tip-off, but Hank had seen people do crazier things in his lifetime.

One of Connor’s hands clutched at a hole, fingertips bent over the edge of it, peering at Hank hopefully. “Yes.”

“Then I’ll be back."

[paleepeaches]

Dom Connor x afab!reader (smut)

Warnings: foul language, rough sex, creampie (this is literally my first smut so) 18+ fuckers

“Please, Y/N, please, I’ve been a good boy.” 

You laughed mockingly down at him, continuing your assault. “Connor, being a good boy means having patience. Just look at you.” Your hand tilted his chin upwards, and his brown, warm eyes met yours. They were blown and filled with need. 

“We’re just getting started, and you’re already begging for me to fuck you.” As soon as the words flew out of your mouth, something switched inside Connor. Perhaps it was some sort of secret code, you said, but it caused his eyes to lower into an almost primal stare. He growled hungrily, hands gripped the soft flesh of your ass, and in one swift motion, he flipped you over. You fell to the bed with a soft thump, a small gasp leaving your lips. You couldn’t believe the puppy dog android had it in him. Usually, Connor was always the one underneath you. Now, the roles were switched. His interrogation side had come out to play.

He took hold of himself, adjusting the position and moving his swollen leaking tip closer to your clit. You gasped loudly as soon as you felt him. Your hands gripped the bicep of his arm, nails digging into his shirt and faux skin. You whined and withered below him as he rubbed slow, delicious circles over your sensitive nub. You could feel his sticky wet pre cum coat your folds, making a lewd mess.

His head lowered to your ear, his breath fanning over it and causing goosebumps. “Who’s begging now?” His voice was hoarse and filled with mockery. He retracted from you, showing that lopsided grin off to you. He was taking enjoyment in watching you whine and beg. It was an unusual but pleasurable sight for him that made his LED spin yellow. 

“Please, Connor, I need you.” Your voice was small and breathless.

 He chuckled darkly and smoothed your hair out with one hand. “I’m gonna need more than that, Y/N.”

You knew the detective in him wouldn’t be satisfied with a lazy half-confession. He wanted you to spill out how much you craved his touch. He wanted to hear the soft pants and whimpers laced with your words as you told him how much you wanted him to fuck you. It was a new experience for you but one you took with a sense of thrill. You bent for him and opened your mouth again, begging, “Please, Connor, I need your coc-” You were cut off by him slipping his mushroom tip past your folds and into your achingly tight cunt. You moaned, clawing at his bicep again.

“You can do better than that. Come on, I know you can use that pretty little mouth of yours.” He stared you down with a stern gaze. He wasn’t satisfied with your soft, small voice. You knew he wanted more for you to be practically crying out for him. 

“Come on, baby, tell me what you want.” Connor slowly inched his tip back out, and your cunt let it go with a wet squelching noise. You whined, feeling the loss of him inside you. He knew how to make you break, bend and beg. His job was to get confessions, and he always accomplished his mission. 

“Please, Connor! Please fuck me. I’ll be a good girl for you!” You cried out, clawing needily at his arm, the one gripping his cock. 

He smirked down at you, enjoying your confession. He was satisfied enough and slammed himself into you. You moaned out, back arching and cunt clamping down on him. He groaned, panting as he felt you struggle to adjust to him. “Fuck, you’re always so tight, baby.”

Bucking your hips up, you struggled to fuck yourself up on his cock. His hand gripped your waist, pushing your hips down and pinning them on the bed below you. “We just started, and you’re already begging for my cock.” He echoed your words, teasing you. He didn’t let you respond and rammed himself into you, fucking your poor sopping cunt. You bit your lip, trying to suppress the loud moans escaping your throat. He noticed the lack of noise quickly, his LED spinning red. His hand gripped your face while his thumb pushed past your lips, invading your mouth. Pressing his thumb on your tongue, he urged you to moan. “Don’t do that. I wanna hear those pretty little noises.”

You obeyed him simply feeling like you’d do anything for him-not that it wasn't the truth. You let yourself go, crying while he plunged himself balls deep into you. His tip kissed your cervix and caused you to wiggle under him, spreading your legs further apart so he could fuck you deeper. “You like that?” He cooed at you. You nodded vigorously, wanting to cry for him to hit it again.

He groaned again, hitting your cervix once more. “Fuck.” The more he snapped his hips into yours, the more wet you got. He could feel your arousal spill out of you, coating his cock and bathing his heavy ballsack. You could feel the thick bundle of nerves inside of you coming undone. Connor could tell you were close by the way your pussy clenched tighter around him, desperately sucking him in. “This greedy little cunt wants to cum?’ He questioned you darkly. 

“Please, please, I wanna cum.” You gasped out, panting from the extreme overdoes of pleasure he was providing you. 

Connor wasted no time and pinned your arms above your head; his other hand slipped under you, gripping your ass cheek. He was ramming inside of you, causing your whole body to jolt violently. Your eyes rolled back, and cries escaped you that you weren’t even aware of. All you felt was his delicious tip bumping repeatedly into your cervix. Whimpers spill from your mouth, and your cunt contracts, clenching down on him as you cum. 

“Shit!” He growls as he feels your warm arousal coat him, soaking his cock. All he needed was to feel the unbearable sensation of your cunt milking him to cum. Hot spurts of his seed pant your insides as he pants heavily. He thrusts sloppily into you a few more times, making sure not a single drop of his cum was wasted. He pulls out and watches his cum pour out of you, stuffing his finger and pushing it back in. 

[multi-fandomedfreak]

Dating them would include // DBH Headcanons

Authors note: I miss my DBH boys, what more can I say?

Characters: Connor, Markus, Hank, and Ralph

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️: Mentions of making out and mentions of Ralph getting a little too silly (aka having one of his anger outbursts)

🪙 Connor 🪙

-many, many, many, MANY forehead kisses

-Mans is like, 6ft, so chances are he might be taller than you and therefore would love to give you forehead kisses

-He especially likes to kiss you on the forehead as a way to say goodbye and hello

-Loves it when you kiss him along his jaw or neck. And when I say he loves it he LOVES IT

-Mix that with petting/massaging his scalp and watch him absolutely m e l t

-Love language is touch and I will die on that hill

-He loves any type of touch. Especially hugging you from behind or just anything that involves wrapping his arms around you

-He doesn’t mind cuddling but not for too long because he likes to move around

-Will brag about you when given the chance to literally anyone that listens

☮️ Markus ☮️

-Acts of Service. I will also die on this hill

-He looooves doing things for you, he doesn’t care if you can do them yourself

-If he’s taller than you he’ll deliberately put things on the top shelf just so you ask him to help you

-Definitely either carries you out of bed in the morning for breakfast or just brings the breakfast to you

-If you like doing things yourself tho, he’ll reluctantly back off and just give you encouraging words on whatever it is your doing

-Definitely an encouraging bf

-Whatever it is that you do, he’s your #1 fan the whole way

- Loves to play you some piano and if you’re interested in learning, he’ll teach you his favorite songs

-A little bit of a cuddle bug

-His favorite spot to cuddle you would definitely be in front of a fireplace, it’s just so serene

🐶 Hank 🐶

-He’s such a grump that admitting his love language would take a while

-Buut his love language I feel like would be words of affirmation

-I feel like this man just adores it whenever you compliment him or just praise him in anyway

-tries to hide the fact that he likes the praise fails miserably

-He’s. So. Awkward about it. By ‘it’ I mean everything

-Awkward about talking to you when he had a crush on you, awkward about showing affection once you two got together, ect.

-But once you two progress through the relationship, he gets more comfortable with you

-You knew he was completely comfortable with you when he pulled you to sit onto his lap

-Only does stuff like this when your both alone tho

-Mostly because he can get pretty handsy when you both are close like that

-Especially if your making out

-Not a huge fan of PDA so the most he would do is a quick peck on the cheek or a hand on the small of your back

🌿 Ralph 🌿

-One word. C l i n g y

-He just loves being around you. Once he got past the fear of meeting you for the first time, he just can’t seem to leave you alone

-Of course he’ll give you your space if you ask but if you don’t make any indication you want him to leave you alone. He won’t

-When you two are in private, he’s cuddling with you, sitting you on his lap (or vice versa), kissing you

-Or just chillin beside you, enjoying each others presence

-In public I feel like the most he’ll do is hold your hand or hug you

-He gets extremely flustered doing any other couple-y stuff in front of people

-Loooooves gifting you all types of plants

-And loves making flower bouquets for you whenever he gets the chance

-And if you get him a plant of some sort? He looks like he might explode from excitement

-He may have one of his outbursts every now and then but he always apologizes afterwards

-It’s really sweet seeing him try to get better at controlling his outbursts because he knows how they upset you

[urlonelystarrr]

ultraviolence | part two

rk800 'connor' x reader x rk900 'nines'

GENRE → angst, romance & smut

SYNOPSIS → your feelings for connor grew as the android revolution went on, though a new partner makes you question your feelings.

TAGS/WARNINGS → 18+ descriptions of corpses, blood, violence, homicide, child abuse/neglect, creampie, dirty talking, overstimulation, choking, oral(male & female giving/receiving)

CHAPTERS → PART ONE / PART TWO

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after working in the DPD for so long, you never could get used to the sound of your alarm blaring at 5:00 am. by the time you arrived at your desk, your limbs were already aching for the warmth and comfort of your bed - the type of tiredness that could only be satiated by a full night's rest (which you didn't get most nights).

to add onto the poor sleep schedule you had, the past few weeks had been filled with an unnecessary amount of paper work, and most of your time was spent sitting in front of the terminal at your desk. in order to pass the time, you'd make frequent stops to connor's desk, only to be yelled at by hank to get back to work. or you would attempt at small talk with nines, to which he always responded with narrowed eyes and a stern look. it was clear he wasn't fond of small talk so early in the morning.

this morning was no different than the last, as you sat at your desk, bored out of your mind. the day had just begun, and the steaming cup of coffee on your desk still wasn't able to replace the extra hours of sleep that you had missed. as if a silent prayer had been answered, you swiveled your chair around to see connor's lovely face, greeting you with a good morning. "good morning detective, you seem to be in a good mood today," he gave a small smile. "all thanks to you," you smile, not noticing the grey eyes across your desk watching the two of you. connor stayed silent for a moment as his LED pulsed amber, and you followed his line of vision to see nines doing the same. "i've sent the case file to rk900, i've just got a report of a double homicide and a suicide," he briefed. "what an amazing way to start my morning," you replied, sarcasm laced in your tone.

"lieutenant anderson is currently supervising an academy student, and since i'm not authorized to investigate crime scenes on my own, i will accompany you today." connor said, hands clasped behind his back as he looked down at you. nines stood from his seat, making his way over to join connor. you took a sip of your coffee before standing up to join the pair, grabbing your keys and heading to the lot.

"what do we know about the homicide?" you asked nobody in particular. unfortunately you had to sit in the backseat of your own car, as nines insisted on driving and connor took the passenger seat before you could. "a mother had murdered her own two children before taking her life. an hk200 reported that he was a witness and is currently at the station giving a written statement," connor turned around to look at you, before turning back around to face the road. "and this happened how long ago?" you asked.

"around 20 minutes ago," nines suddenly spoke, despite being quiet the entire ride. "did the android mention that she had a husband?" nines looked in the rearview mirror to make eye contact with you before replying, "no, however legal documents show that she is married." he pulled into a vacant area near the house crowded by bystanders, police and news reporters. the three of you passed the digitalized 'POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS' tapes, ignoring people's questions about what had happened. as you entered the home, the three of you split up. as stated in the report, the crime took place in three different areas; the kitchen, the bathroom upstairs, and the last in the children's shared bedroom.

you headed over to the kitchen, where the wife laid motionless at the table, a gunshot wound lodged in the back of her head. part of her brain matter was exposed, and the surrounding area had been decorated in brains and blood. it was a gruesome sight to say the least, but you suspected that it was a little odd position for a suicide. connor stood next to you, moving in front of the corpse and analyzing her body. connor's on sight forensic analysis proved to be quite effective as it saved a lot time, compared to waiting for forensic reports after you had analyzed the scene. his brow furrowed slightly, as he looked at you (not without sampling the blood of course). the weapon - a glock G19, was located next to her hand, along with a glass of wine.

"that's unusual. the exit wound isn't on the back of the head, instead it's in the front. it's a strange way to shoot yourself," connor examined, turning to you for your opinion. "i don't think this was a suicide. i think it might've been a homicide, but we can't say for sure," you replied to his analysis, before leaving to join nines upstairs. connor watched your retreating figure, before reconstructing a possible scenario.

as you walked up the creaking stairs, you took notice of the door that was slightly ajar in the distance. as you neared it, you realized it was the bathroom. you pushed the door open with a foot, immediately noticing the bloodied corpse of one of the children in the bathtub. the water had been drained, leaving the body in a pool of her own blood. the victim suffered three gunshot wounds, one in her chest, one in her right side and the last one in her forehead.

it was sickening to see, but the more you looked the more things you found. the gunshot wounds weren't the only injuries she had, as there were welts scattered across her legs, and faint burn marks on her wrist. the welts could have come from a belt. the sight immediately reminded you of the hk400, the first case you ever worked on involving an android. a bubble of disgust and guilt boiled in the deep pits of your stomach, but you swallowed it and stood up, only to be startled by connor's unannounced appearance. "jesus, you scared me!" you sighed. "i didn't intend to startle you, detective," connor said reassuringly, with his hand on the small of your back. you ignored the comforting feeling of his hand on your back, and moved to the final room, leaving connor to analyze the second corpse.

nines crouched next to the young boy, who didn't look older than the age of eight. he took a sample of his blood, analyzing his DNA like his predecessor. like his sister, he was shot. but forensic analysis suggested he was strangled before. judging by the purplish hue on his neck, it was evident that he'd been choked. "i reconstructed a possible scenario. it seems that the perpetrator came in through the door, and then proceeded to choke the victim before shooting him four times," nines explained, looking at you as you stared at the bloodied corpse on the floor. the carpet had been stained red, along with a stick figure drawing of the boy and his family. a few crayons surrounding the picture had suffered the same fate as the drawing - stained red and broken.

you noticed that he suffered the same marks, which were obvious indicators of abuse. nines and connor had seen it too, the bruises, the burn marks and the welts. "I think the mother might have been abusing her children. maybe she felt guilty after doing this and decided to take her life," your brows furrowed as you examined the room further, noticing the lack of clothes and toys.

"It's likely, as her fingerprints match the ones on the gun." nines said. connor chimed in, adding to nines' analysis. "however, the exit wound on her forehead indicates that she couldn't have shot herself. if she killed her two children, then who killed her?" your brows only furrowed in confusion as you tried to piece together what had happened. judging from their analysis, she couldn't have ended her life. if the hk200 was a witness, then he was lying, because the mothers death wasn't adding up. the husband was also nowhere to be seen, and the gun she used was registered in his name. there was only one way to make sense of this mess, as it had spiraled into something beyond what the files insinuated.

"hello, my name is detective l/n. what's your name, honey?" connor and nines watched in the observation room as you questioned the hk200. "my name is michael," he replied, fiddling with his hands in his lap. connor's brow arched slightly from the pet name, an unknown feeling erupting in him that could only be described as jealousy. "thank you for being cooperative, i understand you've already given a written statement but we'd like to ask you a few questions." you opened the case file, revealing the images taken of the bodies. he avoided looking at the pictures, and looked at you or around the room. the room was designed to be plain and bland, in order to keep the person under questioning focused and not distracted. this allows for them to rely on the detective for any type of distraction.

"what did you do today, michael?" you started off with easy questions to gain rapport, as answering easier questions would put him at ease and he would be more likely to give you more information. you could always scare them into a confession, but that would only escalate the situation and end in a possible destruction. "i did my usual list of chores," he replied. you nodded, "does this include cooking meals?"

"yes," he confirmed. "can you tell me what their mother does? does she help out, or does she rely on you for taking care of the children?" you noticed as he began to shift in his seat at the mention of her. "she left taking care of the children to me, and she'd spend most days drinking." you nodded, "did you have a good relationship with the children?" he took a little longer to respond, his eyes glossy with a type of pain you'd seen before. a look you wished to never see again. but then again this wasn't about you. "yeah, we did a lot together. drawing, playing games, normal things." he sounded hurt, like he was genuinely affected. you felt for him, reaching across the table to offer a comforting hand to him. he put his hand on top of yours, relaxing a little as he calmed down from your touch.

"was she married?" you had asked, despite knowing the answer. it was a simple test to see if he was lying or not. "yes. her husband would come home late and leave early in the morning, so she wouldn't spend much time with him," he explained. upon hearing this, connor did a quick search and was able to find his workplace. it was possible that the husband had left before the crime happened, and would come home to horrible news. "what time does he leave for work?" you asked, and the android replied rather quickly. "he leaves at 7:00am." by the time you arrived on scene, it had been 9:27am, and if it happened around twenty minutes before you arrived, then the husband would have been long gone, meaning the crime would take place around 9:07am.

you pushed a few images of the injuries on the children, waiting for him to look at them. "since you took care of the children, you probably have noticed these marks on them. do you know who caused them?" he visibly stiffened, eyes trained on the images of the marks and bruises. he then stared at his lap, remaining silent. but the look of guilt on his face was becoming more apparent. "i know you cared about those kids. you looked after them everyday. i can see the pain in your face." his brows started to furrow, before he slammed his fists on the table, startling you slightly. nines and connor were quickly alerted by this behavior, bodies tense and ready for anything to happen. "you don't know anything!" he yelled. "i don't, so tell me the truth," you pressed. he stayed silent again, before admitting it.

"it was the mother. she did it," he confessed. "she'd beat them almost every night. one time i tried to stop her but she said she'd return me to cyberlife if i stepped any further."

"then who killed her?" leaning into the table, you watched as he averted your gaze, "she committed suicide." it was evident he cared for those children, and seeing their abuse would become something he couldn't tolerate any longer. it started to make sense, when you placed him in the same position of the perpetrator from connor's reconstruction, it all made sense. she had downed glasses of wine after murdering her children, michael finally had enough, his heart broken over the deceased children - and so he grabbed her gun, and shot her in the back of the head before placing the gun so it looked like she committed suicide.

it seems that he started to realize that you knew what happened - what he did. "we both know that's not what happened." you stated firmly. he quickly shot up from his seat, lunging across the table to knock you to the ground. your chair tipped back, causing you to fall on your back. he was quick to get on top of you, his hands immediately wrapping themselves around your throat, and his skin peeled back to reveal the white plastic underneath. you kicked, and tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he was too strong. your throat burned as his digits dug into your tender skin, his fingers right above your pulse point. it throbbed wildy underneath his fingertips, only encouraging him to keep his silence.

connor was quickly on top of him, a hand pinning him to the table while michael's hands tried to fight the deadly grip of the rk800. nines quickly pulled you out of the room, and as much as he wanted to deal with the hk200, he knew connor could handle it.

connor didn't say a word, and it terrified the android underneath his palm. he could only stare into the hot rage above him, warnings popping up in his screen warning him of a shutdown. connor had torn out his thirium pump, the tips of his fingers holding onto the pump in his hand. hot blue blood splattered over his fingers and clothing, though that was the least of his worries.

"you're going to talk," connor suddenly said. "you have approximately 120 seconds before you shut down. i suggest that you tell me the truth, otherwise it won't be the other officers you have to worry about. it'll be me." he leaned into his ear, before putting his thirium pump back into place. his forearm pushed him down into the table, preventing him from moving. "i won't tell you." michael sneered. connor said nothing, and immediately grabbed his arm to probe his memory. michael grunted, the sensation feeling like a burn throughout his body as connor searched his memories. that was all the confirmation that he needed.

michael was escorted out, and you found yourself in the bathroom again, splashing cold water onto your face. after all that happened today, you felt like you didn't solve anything. the husband would come home to his entire family gone, and you felt like you couldn't save anyone. this feeling of shame and guilt, you felt partly responsible. it brought you back to the painful memories of the last case, but this time you had connor and nines.

"you should go to a hospital," nines suggested. both of the androids had scanned you again and again, all to make sure that you were alright. "i'm okay nines," you reassured your partner. "nines?" connor joined in, his head turned to look at his replica. "yes, that is the name that was given to me from the detective." nines replied, his eyes locked onto his predecessor. connor ignored nines, and asked if you were really alright. his fingers itched to touch the bruises forming around your neck, but he pushed away the thought and focused on your well-being. "you both don't need to worry. i've been doing this for years," you replied cooly.

fowler had come up to the three of you, his intense gaze locked on you. "you should head home, l/n. we seriously cannot have you getting injured on the job again," he said sternly. connor was about to retaliate, but nines placed his arm in front of him to stop him. they made brief eye contact, communicating silently.

'don't make it worse for her,' nines said. connor ignored him, his eyes locked on yours as captain fowler scolded you while also making sure you're okay. you sighed once he left, running a hand through your hair. "i guess i'll be getting home then," you said to both the androids, noticing that connor looked worried. "let me drive you home, i feel partly responsible for your injury," he said, his hand on the small of your back again. you smiled, trying to mask the way your body responded to his touches. though, you had forgotten that connor wasn't the only one who could read your body, nines could too. his LED circled amber as he scanned you, taking note of how your temperature raised whenever he or connor was around. he bid you goodbye, and watched as you left with connor for the night.

the car ride wasn't awkward at all. one thing that separated connor from nines was the fact that connor spent more time around humans, and he knew how to make conversation easier. the sound of the car engine and rain pattering against the roof put you at ease. detroit could be pretty at night, especially when it was raining like this. "i saw you take care of that android, you can be scary," you laughed. he gave a small smile in response to your laughter, "i didn't mean for you to see that. i apologize if-"

"i'm only teasing you," you nudged his arm with a grin, "it was kind of hot." he cocked a brow, his social relations program helping him differentiate the two meanings of the word. "hot? i don't think cyberlife intended for it to come off that way.." you laughed, missing these conversations with the android. if only hank could supervise academy students forever, and you could have both rk units to yourself. "i'm worried for you detective, it seems that you're putting yourself at risk with these cases. you should be more careful," he looked over at you, his eyes flickering to your injury before returning back to the road. you eyed him as he drove, fighting the smile the threatened to crawl up your face at his concern for your well-being. "thank you connor, but that's kind of my job. i knew what i was getting into when i was training to become a cop. i know the risks, but for you i'll be more careful." it was strange for him, for him to smile without making the conscious effort to do so, for his body to do things that weren't premeditated and forced.

the more you looked at him from your peripheral, the more you saw the differences between him and nines. you never would compare them, but they were so different in personality that it was slightly humorous. sometimes when you looked into connors eyes, you couldn't help but feel like you'd give him everything. his eyes ere so soft, and the only thing you could compare it to were puppy dog eyes, the thought of it making you chuckle, causing the android look over at you. "what's funny, detective?" you shook your head, "oh nothing. i was just thinking about how hard it must be being the most attractive detective alive," you smiled. if he could blush, he definitely would. "it must be an everyday struggle for you then," he replied cheekily.

it wasn't long before he was inside of your house, awkwardly lingering at your front door while you took your shoes off. "you should stay the night, it's raining too hard for you to be going home so late." he nodded, analyzing your home. it was a modern space, decorated with matching furniture but lacking any personalized items like photos. "i'm going to change, i'll be back soon, you can hang out here,"you smiled before disappearing into a different room. he walked over to the kitchen, noticing a pet food bowl, and an orange cat purring as it rubbed it's body on his legs. he crouched down, petting the cat gently. the collar was a light pink, with the name reading 'peaches'.

you returned, only to find him very immersed with petting your cat. you smiled, crouching next to him to pet her. "she seems to like you," you said, fingers accidentally brushing against his as you pet her together. "she's nice, i like dogs and cats." you chuckled, smiling from his pure nature. he was so sweet. "androids don't sleep, do they?" you suddenly asked, after thinking about what he was going to do while you slept. "no, androids don't require things like sleeping or eating. however we do have a 'rest mode' where we temporarily shut down to reserve energy." his eyes were attentive to your exposed skin, as he was used to seeing you in long sleeved tops, and a skirt with stockings. but you were in the comfort of your home, wearing a tank top and shorts. he appreciated the view.

"that makes sense, I think I'd go insane and hallucinate after not sleeping for a couple of days," you replied, moving to the couch where he followed you. he looked cute sitting in your girly living room. his eyes flickered between you and your neck, your tank top revealing more of your neck and chest, which he tried to ignore. "it doesn't hurt if that's what you're worried about," you said, after noticing his LED turn amber a few times. he was analyzing you. "i apologize, i didn't mean to-" you cut him off by shaking your head, placing a hand on his thigh which was impossible to ignore. "that's okay, i know you're concerned. it's sweet connor, I'm thankful for you," you smiled. something fluttered within him, it was the feeling he got when he made amanda happy or accomplishing a mission, just without being literally forced to accept the woman. she was long gone, but that's what he could compare this feeling to. who knows, maybe he just liked being praised. "thank you for being understanding, detective." his thirium pump raced from the sudden contact, his skin warming from the heat of your palm. "please, call me by my name. even in the office. you're my friend," you rested your hand on his shoulder, the urge to just touch him everywhere overwhelming you. "okay, y/n." the sound of your name rolling off his tongue was something that you enjoyed too much.

his eyes were trained on the floor, a pang of guilt welling up inside him from today's events. "i still feel responsible for your injury." you sighed, "connor, it's okay. it's not your fault." your hand moved to his, and you held his hand gently. there it was, that feeling again. he wanted you to hold his hand forever. your thumb brushed over his knuckles, and he gently squeezed your fingers in response. you suddenly got shy, as your eyes avoided his and you slightly warmed from what you were going to ask. "connor?" you asked for his attention, and he'd give it to you, no questions asked. he titled his head slightly, finding it hard to focus when you were holding his hand. it was far more intimate than any other gestures you've given, besides hugs, he might've found a favorite. "what is it det- y/n?" he corrected. "can i hug you?" you smiled shyly at him. it was unusual for you to ask since you'd always just go ahead and hug him (not that he minded), but it seemed like in your personal space and a much more secluded area, you seemed to be more nervous when alone with him. "of course you can, you don't need to ask. is that why you were nervous?" he teased, and you smiled before leaning into him and wrapping your arms around his body. hugging him wasn't what you expected- it was nothing like hugging a mannequin, but it wasn't like hugging a human. he still had the warmth and the softness from his skin, but under that was plastic and metal that made his body feel more firm. almost like how you'd touch flexed muscles, his body was similar to that.

his arms were wrapped around your waist, a little more loosely than yours. he liked the way you smelled, your smell was comforting in a way. as an android, he could register smells, but he didn't experience them in the same way as humans. certain smells are tied to memories, like a home cooked meal reminding you of childhood. yet your scent made him feel a certain way that he couldn't describe, no matter how many times he tried to compute it. it was just a pleasurable feeling. you smelled good all the time, everytime you hugged him he'd smell bright crystal by versace. "i have a question, y/n." he suddenly spoke. you hummed into his shoulder, prompting him to continue. "what makes you so affectionate towards me?" you almost laughed at his question, but it made you stop and think for a second. he could feel your heart race, and he didn't know why, it was a simple question.

"because I like you." you pulled away, looking to see his reaction. "thank you, I like you too. it's a great pleasure to be working with you," he gave a soft smile, not quite understanding what you really meant. you laughed, and shook your head. "I meant I have feelings for you. and it's okay, I don't expect you to return them, but I just want you to know that I've liked you for a really long time now."

his brows furrowed slightly, now understanding what you meant. you were worried, did he like you too? it had been strange for him. to deny his feelings at first, to ignore the increased whir of his thirium pump when you were around, to distract himself from how good your touch made him feel. to try to talk to someone else because he felt the need to be around you all the time. lately he's been more accepting of these feelings, and some of the new urges he's discovered. he's never felt the urge to want to touch someone before, to see you do things that were completely inappropriate. at first, he felt shame for thinking about you that way. but when he came to accept that it was probably normal, it was easier to let loose. his silence made you worry, but he was happier than he's ever been in his entire life. his LED was showing that he was currently processing the information, and he tried to hide how happy he really was. "I have feelings for you too, and I don't think I would've ever admitted them because I was afraid of rejection," he admitted, a soft smile tugging at his pink lips.

him? connor? the deviant hunter was afraid of being rejected by you? it almost made you laugh, because the thought was so bizarre to you. "are you serious? you were afraid?" you teased him back, and he rolled his eyes at your comment. he looked at you, and then your lips. you did the same, hoping that the two of you were sharing the same thought. in an instant, his lips were on yours. it was a completely new sensation to him, since the only thing to touch his lips were his fingers when analyzing DNA, so the feeling of your plush lips against his own was very new. he liked it.

your hand found its way on the side of his neck, and you deepened the kiss by gently pushing him back onto the couch. his LED pulsed a steady blue, even if inside he felt like he was burning up. he'd never felt so hot before, the component that circled cool air into his system working twice as hard to keep him from overheating. your tongue ran across his bottom lip, and he couldn't deny that he really liked that. your tongue then pushed past his pearly whites, and he actually thought he might catch on fire if you keep pushing him like this. his hands ran up the small of your back, and he pulled you into his lap, making you pull away from the kiss momentarily - a string of saliva connecting your mouths. you pulled him back by his tie, your fingers looping around the fabric to loosen it. it started with his tie, then his jacket, and then your fingers were slowly unbuttoning his shirt. he tilted his head back, allowing you to kiss his neck and the middle of his throat, your tongue running down his adams apple.

he was experiencing pure bliss, the feeling of your tongue running against his skin almost burning him from the heat. your kisses started in between his collarbones, and then it led down his sculpted stomach. you were pleasantly surprised by his muscular physique that hid underneath his clothes. through the jacket, you couldn't see much, but now you were able to see how strong he actually was. cyberlife intended for him to be stronger, and in doing so they gave him a lean yet muscular physique in order to be faster and precise. you slowly shifted to your knees, kneeling in between his thighs. you pushed his legs apart, and rested your arms on his thighs, while your fingers played with his belt. his cock strained against his boxers and his jeans as he looked down at you. your palm pressed on his crotch, and he clenched his jaw from the sudden pressure. fuck, you were going to break him.

"shit," he hissed, feeling more of your hand pressing on him through his jeans. it was a first hearing him curse, and fuck did it turn you on. before you continued, you momentarily stopped to ask him if it was okay. he nodded, his breathing becoming heavier as you unbuckled his belt. you pulled his jeans down enough to where his boxers were exposed, and fuck you didn't expect him to be so...big. it was hard to hide your surprise at his size, and you finally knew why he was always in a good mood. he smirked, his head tilting while his hand ran through your hair. you pulled his cock out gently, kissing his tip before wetting the length with your tongue. you made direct eye contact with him while you ran your tongue up the length of his cock. he nearly came just from the sight.

"you're so pretty," you complimented, before taking him in your mouth. the artificial muscles in his thighs clenched from the heat and wetness from your mouth, and he didn't know if he could handle being inside you if your mouth felt this heavenly. he let out soft grunts, making you clench your thighs together. you spit on his pink tip, before swirling your tongue around the head of his cock, your hands working up his length. you took him in your mouth again, your eyes tearing up from his tip hitting your throat as he gently thrusted into your mouth. his breathing became heavier, grunting while his head tipped back. you were surprised to feel his fingers gripping your hair, before you realized that he was holding you in place. he grunted one last time, before cumming into your mouth. unlike humans, his cum didn't have a certain taste as it was artificial, yet there was still something delicious about it, and you practically licked your lips clean.

your knees ached from being on the floor, and you were surprised yet again when he kissed you again, this time more hungry. you kissed back with the same amount of hunger, your lust never ending for the android that was above you. you laid on your couch, watching as he placed his hands on either side of your head. it was his turn to be in-between your thighs, and you whimpered feeling his cock press against the outline of your shorts. "i want you just as bad as you want me," he muttered into the crook of your neck, his lips kissing at your jaw and neck. unfortunately you couldn't bruise android skin, but he could bruise yours easily. his tongue licked at your skin, and he began to suck to leave a hickey. your hands traced the muscles on his back, your palms running up and down the smooth skin. "yeah? prove it," you challenged, watching as he nearly tore your shorts off, leaving you feeling exposed.

he was a little overwhelmed by so many urges at once, the urge to break you and leave you begging for him, or to fuck you until you cry. your back arched as he started to kiss your exposed cleavage, sitting up on his knees to squeeze your boobs. he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about doing this before. you moaned, watching as he lifted up your tank top and discarded it to the side. he kissed your chest, and you arched your back enough for him to remove your bra. he looked down at you, admiring how pretty you are. "you're prettier," he replied to the comment you made earlier, leaning down to squeeze and play with your boobs. he pushed your hips down from moving up into his, his palms holding you down easily. he decided to do the same, and pressed a thumb against your clothed pussy. you whimpered as he moved his thumb in slow circles, applying the right amount of pressure for you to be arching your back.

"my mouth isn't just for sampling dna, you know," he uttered lowly, his lips pressing against your pussy. you felt so hot, your skin burned from every touch. his hands gripped at your thighs, before moving one of his hands to tear your panties off. he didn't know if he could hold himself back, but for your sake he tried. "oh fuck," you whimpered as he ran a tongue up your slit, brown eyes peering up at you for your reaction. your brows twisted in pleasure, as his tongue began to work magic on you. the tip of his tongue swirled deliciously around your clit, before his lips sealed around you. it didn't take you long until you came on his tongue, his middle and ring finger buried deep into you while his mouth lapped at your clit. your abs clenched, your back arching and your toes curling as you unleash yourself on his mouth.

the moans that spill past your mouth are filthy, filling up the room along with the smell of sex. his fingers shove themselves into your mouth, and you're forced to taste yourself while you look up at the android above you. he looked so hot, his lips were slightly parted and shiny from being in between your thighs. his hair was slightly messy from you tugging on it, which he didn't mind. how his hair looked was the last thing he was thinking about. all he was thinking about was fucking you until you couldn't take it anymore. you lovingly suck on his fingers until his fingers are stripped of your taste, your tongue grazes his knuckles as he pulls them out from your mouth.

"is this your first time?" you asked, your fingers tracing his jaw and running down his chest. "yeah," his short response made you grin, and you pushed him back into the couch, immediately crawling onto his lap. his dick rests against his stomach, and you guide it back to your slit, hovering over him slightly in order to put it in. he looks down at your hand wrapped around his dick, capturing all of this and storing it into a special area that could only be accessed by him. he was definitely going to look at this later. you slowly sink onto his cock, the both of you grunting from the pressure. he seems to be in pure bliss, his head tilting back, his pretty pink lips parted and brows furrowed. if you could take a picture, you would. you gently rock against him, moving your hips slowly in order to not overwhelm him. your hands rest against his chest, and his hands grip onto your hips as you ride him slowly. you lean down and kiss his neck, adding onto the pleasure he was feeling right now. soft gasps and groans slipped out from his mouth uncontrollably, as he started to lose himself in the feeling of you clenched around him. you started to move faster, a pace that only brought the two of you closer to your end. your pussy wrapped around him deliciously, your wetness dripping down and spilling onto his thighs. he wasn't going to let you have all of the control, though.

it might have been his first time, but he sure knew how to fuck like he'd been doing it for years. he suddenly picked you up, with his cock still inside, and pressed you up against the nearest wall. you gasped, legs and arms wrapping around him in fear of being dropped. "don't worry, I'm not gonna drop you," he murmured against your neck, his strong arms holding you up with ease as he started to pound into you. your head titled back as you pushed your hips into him, his inhuman stamina keeping you up in the air, while miraculously being able to hit the spot that made you nearly scream.

"c'mon, take it, i know you can" he encouraged, his cock hitting that spot that made your toes curl. "cum on this dick, i know you want to," he continued, his voice low and demanding as he leaned next to your ear. it was different from how he spoke at the office, with professionalism and respect. but right now, he was fucking you like he had no respect for you, like he hated you. his pace was brutal, filling your pussy up until you couldn't take it. his cock rested heavy inside you, stretching your pussy out in the best way possible. his hand held you by the throat, while his body supported the weight of yours. "oh my god, fuck," you whimpered, your pussy clenching around his cock before you came all over him. he grunted, gasping as his cum poured into you, combining into a mess on your thighs and his own. he thrusted into you a few more times, enjoying the whimpers that slipped past your lips, the way you begged him to stop, the sound of your voice telling him that it was too much. he pulled out gently, cock dragging against the warm walls of your pussy. a new feeling overcame him as he watched his artificial cum drip out your pussy. you returned to your feet, nearly dropping a whole head as he'd been holding you up at eye length. you truly didn't understand how he was able to do so much. goddamn.

"i have no idea how you're able to hold me up like that," you took a second to control your breathing. he smirked, "my stamina and strength were designed to help catch deviants, though I'd say that I prefer fucking you over the mission." you softly gasped, hitting his arm playfully. "I've never heard you curse before," you giggle, doing a little walk of shame to retrieve your clothing. he mimicked your movements, putting his boxers and pants on first, while you lazily threw on your tank top and panties. you stopped him before he could put on his dress shirt. "I don't usually curse when I'm at work, as it's not professional, but we're not at the police department, are we?" he cocked his head, watching curiously as you put on his grey jacket over his bare upper body. "no, we are not," you smile, stepping back to admire your work. "what is the point of wearing a jacket if I'm not wearing anything underneath?" he questioned, watching as you eyed his body. "it's hot," you comment, dragging a hand down his bare stomach, your fingers tracing over his abs. "i look like i work at the eden club," he replied, not very fond of this look. you giggled, pulling him into you for another kiss.

it might have been the first time in a while that you've felt like you were doing something right. whatever you felt with connor, it felt right. he felt the same as you, he felt like having you in his life was something he wouldn't be able to let go. the two of you stayed like this, not putting a label on things yet, and being content with the things way are. you were happy, and so was connor.

though you couldn't deny the slight feelings of desire that you had for his counterpart. you felt guilty for having thoughts about nines. he was your partner. you felt selfish for wanting them both, and you didn't want to have to make a choice with who you wanted to be with, because that wasn't fair. you weren't saying that nines would even have feelings for you, but the mere thought was just enough to make you consider all the possibilities. what you didn't know, was that connor was well aware of the feelings you might have for nines, as well as him. he noticed the looks you gave, the thrum of your heart if he came too close. he didn't know why, but he didn't mind. he didn't mind seeing you look at nines like that, probably because they had the same face. but also because he wanted nines to enjoy you too. he could tell that nines was having the same thoughts, and if only you knew what was going on in his head. the thought of you being used by both of them was exciting. you don't know what's in store, but you know what you're here for.

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AUTHORS NOTE: ur a real one if u get the reference at the end, but I just wanted to say I'm so grateful for all the support that you guys show me ♡ I hope i didnt miss any tags, so pls lmk if i did !! ALSOO i'm so sorry for using y/n. i hate it but i literally don't know what else to put.

[write-tama]

"hank.. what am i feeling right now?"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ connor anderson (4k800) x officer!reader

sypnosis ; connor is very interested in an officer who just joined the police force. after being told the news that they would be joining the team, connor just had to make an acquaintance with them. anything to hear their voice.

containing ; use of you/yours and they/them pronouns! connor struggling to process emotions. hank being a proud father.

author’s note ; hihi! havent written for connor in SO long so i thought this was a cute little way of them meeting each other. connor is a

04.12.24 | 1.9k words

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Everyone knew about the infamous 4k800.

The last most developed and intelligent android produced by Cyberlife.

A machine built to hunt its prey and to always accomplish his mission.

But now?

A confused man sitting at his desk, elbows on the surface as he ran the fourth diagnostic this morning.

Connor was never really taught how to feel his emotions, considering that he was forced to compress them from the moment he was made. If he were to feel any sort of emotion, it was either to the scrap factory for him or a hard lecture from Amanda.

But Amanda was gone, and androids were free to express any emotion they pleased.

It’s been weeks since Markus hit the headlines for his famous android revolution. He worked with the government extensively to pass bills in order to settle android rights for the country. Connor, on the other hand, continued to work with the DPD as a full-on detective under the supervision of Liutenant Hank Anderson. Hank was more than just a coworker, but a father figure to Connor. And that brought Connor joy, an emotion Connor was well aquainted of.

But not the feeling he was experiencing now.

Connor couldn’t get his mind off a certain someone who had joined the team a bit before the revolution. You had joined a week prior, and honestly, you were kind of regretting it. As android and human tensions rose, you were on duty 24/7. Originally, you were supposed to start easy with basic patrol around a part of a city, but because you were so impatient in doing the “big kid stuff” you found yourself frequently in the middle of the android and human discourse. Your shifts nearly lasted twelve hours, and you would be absolutely exhausted.

Things are different now. Sure, there were still some situations between the two sides, but it was definitely peace compared to literal boycotts. You sat at your desk idly scrolling through your past cases, making sure that all the information was correct and accurate. On the other side of your desk was a tablet full of notes you had taken after some cases you had to deal with. What you didn’t notice was the android detective constantly glancing at you, watching your every move to see if maybe, at some point, you would notice him.

A loud groan echoing from the desk in front of Connor made him jump, immediately turning his attention to his lieutenant taking a seat in his chair. “Fucking hell..” Hank sighed. “Fowler does nothing but my bust my balls these days, huh?” Connor stared at his partner with his hands folded in his lap and eyebrows furrowed.

“Is everything okay, Lieutenant?” Connor asked, tilting his head.

“It’s nothing too serious. Fowler just wants me to take the rookie on our next homicide case. He insisted that they would be a perfect addition to the team or whatever.” Hank groaned. “Now I’m responsible for two of you fucks.”

Connor, admittedly, felt his thirium pump racing. You? As part of the team? It was almost like he could overheat and shutdown momentarily right now. “I think they would be a great addition to the team.” Connor stated, biting back from smiling. “They have an excellent track record of solving cases in an orderly and timely manner, has caught every perpretrator with their undercover skills, and had a reputation back in their training classes as one of the top students.” He explained. Hank looked over as he was slouched in his seat with arms folded across his chest.

“Jesus, Connor, you sound like some creep searching up their name on Google.” Hank scoffed, half smiling. Though this caught Connor a little off— was he being creepy? He didn’t want to leave a bad impression on you, especially now that you're about to meet for the first time. His face scrunched up in anxiety, feeling as if he made a mistake. Hank immediately took notice and sat up. “Ah— I was just joking, Connor. I’m sure you have uh.. Good intentions.” Hank reassured, though he never said he was exactly good at it.

Hank looked over to you, seeing that you were preoccupied with work despite the fact you haven’t been on a case in a few days now. Hank looked at Connor. “Well.. Why don’t you introduce yourself to them.” Hank suggested, nodding his head over to you.

Connor immediately jolted his head up, a little wide-eyed to even suggest such. “O-Of course.” Connor stuttered out. Connor never stuttered, and though Hank was in a mood after his exchange with Fowler, he certainly didn’t leave that unnoticed.

“Did you just stutter?” Hank asked, a little amused. “Are you.. Nervous?”

“Of course not, Lieutenant,” Connor replied as steadily as possible. “I am an android.”

“Connor.”

“Yes?” Connor replied, mindlessly.

“You’re a deviant, for fucks sake.”

“Oh.”

Connor, to avoid anymore embarassment from the man he deemed his father figure, swiftly got up and started to approach you. Hank watched in pure amusement, not even wanting to stop the boy from probably embarassing himself even further, but at least Hank had some faith in him. He is Detroit’s best god damn detective.

“Hello, Officer (l/n). My name is Connor. It is nice to meet you.” Connor said, putting his hand out for a shake. You looked up from your computer screen only to be met with the most chocolate eyes you’ve ever had the privilege of being in the prescence of. He smiled politely, but behind that smile he thanked Elijah that androids could not sweat, otherwise you would’ve felt the claminess of his palm.

You took his hand and shook it firmly. “A pleasure to make your aquaintance. My name is (y/n).” You smiled generously, and wow, did Connor felt like his pump couldn’t get any faster.. He cleared his throat before darting his eyes to the unoccupied chair that sat next to your desk.

“May I?” Connor asked, gesturing towards the seat.

“Of course, I’m not doing much anyway.” You nodded. Connor took a seat, and for some reason, he struggled to even maintain his balance as he sat himself down. He nearly had to think about how to fold his hands before placing them firmly on his laps and looking at you. Thankfully, you barely realized any sort of struggle as you looked away to take a swig of your morning coffee.

“So..” you said, clasping your hands. “Am I in trouble or anything?” you joked. Connor immediately shot his head up, worried he had made the wrong impression.

“Oh, no— I—” Before Connor could sputter out an explanation, you tilted your head a little and started laughing.

“Relax! I was just kidding!” You playfully waved off. Connor’s shoulders immediately relaxed as a breath he didn’t even know he was holding back escaped his lips. You looked at him curiously, a smile still resting on your face.

“I’m sorry. Usually, I am not like this.” He said, shaking his head a little in embarassment. He was always on his A game and constantly prepared. Why were you the reason for this disruption. “I.. Uh..” He couldn’t think of anymore to say. Suddenly, he got a message through his LED.

Connor blinked a bit, registering the text message. Hank was at a perfect view watching this unfold. The back of your head was visible but he could see all of Connor’s reactions, who desperately tried to maintain a polite smile.

NEW MESSAGE:

HANK: tell them u think theyre pretty.

“I think you’re very pretty, (y/n).” Connor complimented.

“Oh— ah—” A subtle blush began to form on your cheeks as your eyes widen a little, not expecting a compliment from a handsome android such as Connor. “Why thank you, Connor. I wasn’t expecting that as our first conversation.” You chuckled a little. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

Thirium was rushing through his circuits and to his cheeks. The faintest color of blue appeared dusted on his face. “Thank you.” He maintained a calm, neutral voice. They stared at each other for a minute, sort of registering the sort of corny first conversation the two of you had.

“Ah.. I almost forgot to mention.” Connor snapped back to reality. “I came here to introduce myself sfter I heard that you were joining our team on our next investigation. It’s good to make an aquaintance with our future team member.” Connor smiled politely.

“Why thank you. I am very excited to work with you and Lieutenant Anderson.” You nodded. “Though I will miss working with Gavin and Chris’ team.”

Ah, that’s right. You used to work with Gavin. It almost left a bad taste in Connor’s mouth knowing that Gavin probably spat some awful opinions about him to you. Though from the looks of it, you were enjoying your conversation with him which eased him.

“I promise we will a provide a welcoming and safe space in our team, and of course, to make sure you don’t come into harms way.” Connor assured. Though he was mainly promising this to you personally. God forbids Connor seeing you get hurt.

“Why thank you, Connor.” You said, tilting your head. Connor was rather intriguing to you— an android acting this way around you. His LED constantly switched between yellow and blue as if he was making sure to process every word you uttered. Yet he was so human— he would scratch the back of his neck, fidget with his fingers, and shuffle a bit in his seat. You would think someone as advanced as him would at least be able to have a composure, but he was different. It was something you admired about him.

“(l/n), in my office!” Captain Fowler called from the balcony of his room. You looked over to Connor before sighing.

“Well, boss is calling me. I’ll talk to you afterwards?” You suggested as you stood from your seat.

“Of course.” Connor replied, shielding his excitement. He stood up from his chair as well. “I’d be happy to talk again, (y/n).”

“Likewise.” You winked. With that, you left your desk and headed straight to Fowler’s office. Connor stood shellshocked. Did you just.. Wink at him?! Connor’s eyes slowly drifted to Hank, who was chuckling heartily. He gave Connor an assuring thumbs up as Connor made his way back to their desks.

“You’d be a shit detective if this is how you acted all the time.” Hank snickered. Connor grinned a little before taking a seat back at his desk.

“I know.” Connor sighed, leaning a little back in his chair. He at you through the glass walls, noticing your upright posture and the way you listened intently to Captain Fowler’s words. He looked over to Hank before thinning his lips.

“Lieutenant?” Connor asked.

“What is it, son?”

“What am I.. Feeling right now?” Connor asked, a little lost on how to explain it. “I can only think about them— only envision them when I close my eyes. I get nervous and its like my programming has reduced to 0s and 1s.” He sighed, hell, even a little frustrated that you had this affect on him.

Hank with a wide smile, shook his head and looked at Connor with a knowing stare. Connor looked up, both lost while desperate for an answer and maybe even a cure. Hank sat up and made sure to look at Connor right in the yes.

“Connor,” Hank sighed, grinning. “Son, that feeling your experiencing is called love. And your plastic ass better get used to it.”

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thank you so much for reading towards the end ! im sorry if its a little messy-- i quickly had to post this before hanging out w some friends but i just wanted to get this out of the way rq! reblogs, replies, and even likes are so so appreciated <3

[blooberrytea]

hi this is me again! i was wondering if it’s okay to request something since you said your requests are open <3 what about some headcanons or drabble about overprotective jealous connor x fem!reader? pls this is so self-indulgent I’m craving some overprotective connor for myself <33

sorry for my grammar, english is not my first language, and you’re free to ignore this request this is totally okay! thank you and have an amazing day ♡

Jealous!Connor Headcanons!

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He's the subtle type of jealous.

He's the type to pull you close when he notices lingering eyes/placing his hand on your waist/lacing his fingers with yours

He's not the type to make grand displays of affection to let everyone know you're his

You notice his LED spinning between yellow and blue while he tries to keep himself composed

He'd definitely make direct eye contact with the other person and just never blink until they looked away

He's the one to make calculated sarcastic comments towards the other person. He probably makes comments that go completely over their head but you notice immediately

His carefree curious puppy face is quickly replaced by his critical stare

He'd definitely fight that guy for you, and he'd win. He knows he'd win and he can't help but be cocky about it.

It's never not flustering when his jealousy kicks in around you. You usually end up flushed to your chest

Once you're alone, he can't keep his hands off of you, not in a greedy possessive way-- he worships the ground you walk on.

His kisses are full of passion and leave your skin tingling, he's all too happy to remind you of the effect he has on you. He gets a smug little grin on his face when you turn to putty in his hands, he adores it.

He whispers playful quips as he trails kisses along your neck, his lips brushing against your ear

At the end of the day he knows you're not going any where.

Thank you for you request!!I love hearing from you, I hope these hcs are indulgent enough hehe <3

[vladlen4i]

Artwork that I did for Greektown Blues fic by @winter-seabass 🤲💙

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Hi:) can I request a dbh connor x reader fluff? It can be anything you are comfortable with, I only carve for a cute, , nervous, blushing Connor :’)

Hi! Thank you for your request :) I apologize for this late publish, i was taking a quite long break but i still hope you’ll be happy to read this and enjoy it, i had much fun to write this cute imagine btw!

Blushing mess || Connor x gender neutral reader

Warnings: slight cursing but just fluff

(remind me if I missed any)

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Y/N’s pov:

I was awoken from my sleep, by my annoying alarm, as i rolled onto my other side, reaching out my arm and lazily turning it off, letting out a groan of frustration. Another day of work was waiting for me and i was already not having it. So much shit has been going on lately and it seems like everyone is expecting way too much from me.

I’m surprised Hank is pretty understanding when it comes to my situation, usually he’s a big jerk but we built a good and steady friendship, which lead us to being great work buddies if i’m being honest. He can still be a pain in the ass sometimes.

I sat up on my bed, my mind wandering off to think of one special person. Well, he’s not a person, Connor is more likely a machine, one of the androids to be exact. He has been assigned to work with Hank but they don’t get along very well, i’m full of hope it’ll change any time soon though.

I felt a smile forming to my face, just thinking about him. Connor is probably one of the main reasons i still enjoy work, don’t get me wrong i actually learned to like my job, he just makes it a lot better. I couldn’t help but feel interested in him, he’s not just good looking but i started a liking in his personality too.

I reached a different type of motivation for this day and decided to get ready and have some breakfast. I didn’t notice how fast time was moving forward, so that’s when i rushed out of the house and grabbed some coffee on the way to my working place.

Arriving at the police department central station, i got out of my car, reaching the entrance. I walked in and took a sip of my still warm drink. I greeted my coworkers as friendly as i could be and finally took my seat across from Hank.

“Morning Y/N”, he spoke, gazing up at me from his computer. “Good morning Hank.”, i replied in a somewhat really nice tone, noticing he wasn’t in such a bad mood today. Kind of suspicious if you ask me.

“Oh good morning Y/N. It’s nice to see you again.”, i heard a familiar voice saying, seeing Connor back at Hanks side. “Good morning to you too Connor. It looks like you’re being positive, huh?”, i said, my eyes never leaving him. I’m not quite sure but i could bet i just heard Hank letting out a scoff.

“If Lieutenant Anderson hasn’t told you yet, we got some news for one of the deviants, it seems like he has been spottet somewhere and we’re about to investigate the location. I did a good job myself.”, Connor explained and earned an unamused glance from Hank, who wasn’t too happy about Connor’s own praise.

“Well, sounds great! You guys should inspect and move forward then. I probably got lots of work to finish here.”, i said, expressing the last sentence in a bored tone. “Actually, we want you to come with us on the mission today.”, Connor replied, trying to hide the fact, that his lips formed into a small smile.

“Yea. More like you. It was your idea Connor.”, Hank stated, letting out a huff. He was obviously exposing him there. “What? Uh, maybe i just don’t mind some help.”, he defended himself, blocking off any accusations, even though his face was slightly flushed. Androids could in fact blush, they’re designed so much like humans, it’s crazy.

And I myself couldn’t help but grin at the situation in front of me. “It’s alright guys, i’m glad to come with you. I rather be out from this place anyways.”, i stood up, waiting for them both to return the act, so we could go.

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On the ride to the spot, it was mostly quiet. Connor was the only one who began to talk a lot, explaining everything about the deviant he found out and it was honestly interesting, but i could see from the passenger seat that Hank was annoyed by hearing all of this again.

it didn’t take too long though and Hank finally parked the car. I took a look out of the window, seeing an old house, the color was already coming off and it seems like the people living there didn’t care much about it.

After my small inspection, i opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle. Hank was on his way to the front porch, as i heard another door close behind me. I turned my head, to find Connor right next to me. Was he waiting for me the whole time or why was he still sitting in there?

“The deviant is supposed to hide here. I just know an old couple is living there.”, he spoke up still looking forward, his gaze fixed on the house, before he decided to lock eyes with me. I almost forgot how beautiful they looked.

“Well, makes sense then, that no one took care of it.”, i responded, quickly turning my attention back to Hank, where i was about to walk off to anyway, but i was stopped when i felt a hand gently wrapped around my underarm. “I should mention, Y/N. You look very pretty today.”, Connor nervously smiled at me. I wasn’t even able to respond, cause he was gone in a second.

I don’t think i would’ve ever expected this. He couldn’t even keep the eye contact, was he that nervous? Little did i know, he was practicing how he was going to confront me about it the whole car ride. I like this side of him though.

I was so stuck in my mind, i didn’t even notice anything around me, till- “Y/N! Are you coming now!”, Hank screamed me out of my thoughts. I furrowed my eyebrows at him, realizing they’re both waiting for me. I jogged up to them, my eyes landing on Connor who was grinning from ear to ear.

“You need to-“, “Pay attention, yea yea. I literally just zoned out for a second, it’s not that deep Hank.”, i interrupted his sentence, cause i already knew what he was going to try to lecture me about again. He only sighed at me in response, as i slid past him to enter the house.

“And now? Where is everyone?”, i asked in confusion, us three standing in a completely empty, old fashioned furnished house. “Yea, if you would’ve paid attention earlier, you would’ve known by now.”, Hank responded in his usual sassy voice. “Oh come on Hank, just inform me, instead of going on with ur childish games”

“Nobody responded to our knocks, Y/N. They didn’t open the door, so Hank kicked it in.”, Connor replied instead, a soft expression on his face. I gave Hank a weirded out look, as he shrugged his shoulders. Who cares if he was even allowed to do any of this, i just quickly wanna get this over with.

“Okay, you know what? I will search everything down here. You two, go upstairs.”, Hank commands, already walking away from this scene. I spun around, taking a look at Connor, who watched Hank closely with narrowed eyes.

“Let’s get going, Connor.”, i said, preceding to get up the staircase. He followed shortly behind, as his voice could be heard really close to me. “Hank is pretty hotheaded. He’s somehow always mad at everyone.”, “He got a very short tempter. It’s like he’s always mad at the world.”, i replied.

Connor nodded his head, before i decided to enter one of the rooms. My hand had a tight grip on my gun, that my belt was holding, but it wasn’t needed, the room was just as empty as the rest of the house.

Connor scanned the entire room as he suddenly crouched down, reaching out his arm. I watched as his fingers touched the blue liquid on the floor as he took a taste of it. I’m used to him doing this but i still scrunch up my face every time. “The androids blood is still fresh, he must’ve been here just a few minutes ago.”, he said.

My eyes were wide, interested in what he had to say. “And maybe he saw the cop car and us approaching the house. He probably fled cause he was too afraid to face the situation.”, Connor added to it as i crossed my arms in front of my chest.

“Well, wouldn’t you do the same.”, i said with a slight smirk on my face, to which he was taken back. A nervous expression was painted all over his face once again, making my smile just grow wider. “I guess you’re right, Y/N.”, he replied, in a soft voice.

He had such a warm and welcoming look on his face as his eyes were fixed on me. You could say i was melting right on spot, trying not to show it too much. I could see his led on his face turning yellow for a moment, meaning he was just scanning me.

He quickly looked away though, now staring at the ground, which gave me the opportunity to silently watch him. He hasn’t said anything about what he has found out. Was I showing signs of anxiety? Most definitely.

“What’s wrong Connor? Are you nervous?”, i boldly asked, making him raise his head. “Nervous? Oh i was just-“, “You don’t have to lie to me, Connor.”, i chuckled, taking a step closer to him.

His cheeks were flushed and i could swear my heart was racing at this point. I’ve never had a guy being this cute, i also never had something going on with an android, nor have i ever felt anything for one. But with Connor it’s different.

And i wasn’t the only one who was all up in my mind, Connor seemed like his thoughts were overflowing. I may regret this forever now or my future me will be thankful i did this, when i decided to reach for his hand. My fingertips touched his skin as i grabbed his soft hand, my thumb slowly moving over the back of it.

His face was only turning into a deeper red tone and i wasn’t even able to read it. His eyes turned even softer if that’s possible and they were staring right into mine. My knees felt weak, but at least they could still hold my weight, right?

Connor on the other hand looked like he didn’t know what to do at all. I was in charge of the situation, which i myself couldn’t believe with a man like him. But it’s not like i didn’t enjoy any of this. Instead i moved closer to his body, till i could feel his breath, till our lips were only a few inches apart.

Soon to be, there was no space between us left anymore. Our lips finally touched and i was taken by surprise of how good his lips felt on mine. Connor’s lips moved smoothly against my own, my hand moving to the back of his head. I gently took a hold of his wrist, guiding his hand to my waist, placing it right there.

I didn’t know that androids could have such soft lips, due to my lack of experience with them. Connor probably hasn’t had any of them yet, but he’s even cuter this way. I never would’ve thought, that i would make the first move.

The kiss lasted for a good while, but someone just had to ruin it. “Hey guys, have you found-“, Hank rushed into the room, cutting off his own sentence when he saw the scene in front of him. We broke apart real fast as i spun my head around, facing the disappointed Hank.

“Hank we can explain-“, Connor tried to talk, but was now the one to be cut off. “Really?”, Hank said all bored, shaking his head. I could hear out the sarcasm though, he wasn’t mad at us for doing this. “And i thought this would never happen.”, he continued. Right, he was just mad it didn’t happen any sooner.

[clopinasworld]

RK1K Prompt Week - Favourite AU

My fav AU is the one where they knew each other at Cyberlife before Markus was sent to live with Carl, and I have to thank this beautiful fic for that idea

[justinewt]

Battle For Freedom - DBH REWRITE Chapter Six

[Detroit: Become Human MASTERLIST]

Previous Chapter

Summary: TBA

Words: 3.7k

Warnings: DBH spoilers (specifically chapters 31 and 32), angst, angst, struggle, protests, gun, swearing, sci-fi alternate ending (not actual written ending i was too lazy)

November 10th, 2038

Unknown time – late evening

Twenty-four hours after their leap of face in the water in order to escape from the FBI and the U.S Army, Connor and Charlie found themselves seeking refuge with the people of Jericho and their leader, Markus along with his close circle, in an old, abandoned church of Detroit. Charlie had no knowledge of this place and in other circumstances, she might have found it beautiful even in the ruined state it was in but right now, there wasn’t much time for monuments contemplation. A heavy silence was hanging over their heads like some sword of Damocles and the tension made Charlie rather uncomfortable. She felt out of place, shivering from the cold. Her clothes hadn’t really dried yet and she could feel the wetness and coldness of the fabric on her skin and her socks in her boots. She didn’t really regret joining Connor on this mission, but she was kind of remorseful of her father whom she had left with no news, thinking about how worried sick he must be right now, not knowing what had happened to her. She felt bad for leaving him in the dark, but she didn’t really had time to take her phone with her and even if she had, it would have died after being submerged in such freezing water. Another not so funny thought was how bad she was going to be sick in the next days.

Connor had his arms crossed as he leaned in a corner of the church, Charlie sitting in the shadow of the chancel on which Markus had been sitting and reflecting for a while now. The deviants’ leader eventually stood up, with this grave and stern look on his face and he walked around the church, saying a word to some of the refugees present, talking to the female deviant with the little girl; the very same Connor and Charlie tried to catch a few days ago and he went to chat with the people in his close circle, the ones called North, Josh and Simon, as Charlie had heard on the boat that was Jericho, before it got raided and then blown up, left to sink and rot even more than it already was. After a few minutes, Markus stepped towards Connor and Charlie. The latter stood up slowly, staring at him, not really sure what he was gonna do to them, and to her, as she was a human being, one of the people that oppressed them so harshly. She really hoped he would show himself to be merciful towards her, and Connor and not just shoot them right on the spot.

“It’s my fault the humans managed to locate Jericho… I was stupid… I should’ve guessed they were using me. He was looking down at the ground in shame, upset. Markus listened silently, staring at him while Connor didn’t dare make eye contact at first but then, he straightened up and took a step towards him. Charlie didn’t move and watched them. “I’m sorry, Markus… I can understand if you decide not to trust me… but please, don’t hurt Charlie, if you’re to kill me here, just let her go…”

Markus glanced at Charlie for a second, “I won’t kill you. You’re one of us, now. Your place is with your people. She betrayed her own people by choosing to side with us. She can stay here, for now.” As he was about to walk away, Connor spoke up.

“There are thousands of androids at the Cyberife assembly plant. If we could wake them up, they might join us and shift the balance of power…” At Connor’s wild suggestion, Markus frowned slightly and came back towards him.

“You wanna infiltrate the CyberLifer Tower?” He shook his head, thinking about it. “Connor, that’s suicide…”

“They trust me, they’ll let me in. If anyone has a chance of infiltrating CyberLife, it’s me.” He assured confidently.

“If you go there, they will kill you.” Markus argued.

“There’s a high probability… but statistically speaking, there’s always a chance for unlikely events to take place…”

“Be careful…” He solemnly said, squeezing his shoulder in a friendly and supportive way before leaving him and Charlie and walking back on the chancel, facing the whole of the remaining Jericho population.

“I’ll come with you. I can say I’ve been sent with you since we’ve worked together on this investigation. I’m a human. They won’t kill me. They have no idea it was me on that boat… They probably think I was an android so…”

“It’s dangerous, Charlie…”

“Yeah, well, I’ve stuck with you so far… we can partner up a little while longer.” She shrugged and a soft smile rose on his face before Markus’ voice caught their attention, cutting their friendly exchange short as the latter gave his speech to the androids. What he was about to say was going to use would sceal the rest of the events yet to happen. Every single android here had stood up, listening carefully to his every words.

“Humans have decided to exterminate us… Our people are packed in camps right now, being destroyed… Time has come to make a choice, one that very well may determine the future of our people.” He paused for a second, looking around. “I know... I know you’re all angry. And I know you wanna fight back... But I assure you violence is not the answer here. We are gonna tell them peacefully that we want justice. If there’s any humanity in them, they will listen. And if not, others will take our place and continue this fight. Are you ready to follow me?”

“Markus! Markus! Markus!” The androids cheered, loudly chanting his name. Charlie realy felt like she was witnessing a piece of history unfold before her eyes and she realized how awfully close and similar all this deviants’ situation was to some dark times of humanity’s history. She found it hard to understand howher people had still not made the connection by now.

November 11th, 2038

10:48 PM

While the protests led by Markus had started in Hart Plaza a couple hours after Connor and Charlie left the premises, the two had gotten cleaned up and formally dressed, he wore his android uniform while she wore her officer's one, ready to accomplish this last mission they had given themselves. Once again, Connor tried to talk Charlie out of it. He was already unsure that they were going to let him pass so he was even more concerned for her safety but as she said before, she felt like she had gone too far to leave him now. She wanted to see it through, with him. And at the same time, she couldn’t let herself be killed. She couldn’t do this to her father. She gulped as the driverless taxi they were in approached the tower’s gate. Many soldiers were posted there, drones flying above their heads. They glanced at each other as a soldier came up to Connor’s window. The latter rolled down and he adopted a machine-like behavior as he announced his model’s number and name. Charlie then declined her identity, showing her name on the front of her uniform jacket.

“We’re expected.” He added, staring ahead of him with a blank stare. The soldier stood there in silence probably scanning them to check their identities or something and he stepped away from the car. The window rolled back up and they were let in. Charlie let out a sigh of relief after almost completely holding her breath for the past minute. Passing the gate was a first step, and they successfully did it, hoping no one was waiting to arrest of kill them inside. When the car parked in front of the tower’s entrance, she adjusted her jacket and then her uniform’s cap and they stepped out of the vehicle and walked past two guards standing outside. The doors slid at their approach and three more soldiers were expecting them. Charlie kept a confident face, pretending she wasn’t at all impressed and worried this whole operation would fail which it would if she stopped acting like she knew what she was doing. Act confident and people will think you are that was what she was repeating to herself.

“Follow me. We’ll escort you.” One guard told them, and Charlie tried not to look at Connor, letting him speak, keeping a low profile and therefore, keeping the guards’ attention and suspicion off of her. As long as no one questioned her presence outloud, everything would be fine.

“Thanks… but we know where to go.”

“Maybe, but I have my orders.” He retorted as he turned his back to them, leading them across the entrance hall. Connor and Charlie silently followed him, glancing at each other from the corner of their eyes. For now, it was going quite as planned. No one had been shot. As they approached the door, a sot of magnetic field shone around them, and a robot voice announced their identities as they stepped through it. Something caught Charlie’s attention and she noticed a somewhat imperciptible red trail after Connor. He didn’t notice but neither did the other guards because no one did or said anything but there was no doubt it happened because Connor became a deviant. But no one other than them two was to know that piece of information. As they traversed the tower, Charlie looked up. The ceiling height was dizzying, and a huge and imposing humanoid statue stood in the center. The guard leading them through the place sometimes glanced at them as he walked, and they walked to an elevator. He let them enter and another agent entered the elevator.

“Agent 54. Level 31.” After getting validation, the elevator’s doors closed and it started going up but both Connor and Charlie turned their head to their right, looking at the list of floors on the wall. They weren’t to go to level 31. It wasn’t where all the androids were stored. They had to do go down, not up. Their destination was level -49, but they had to find a way to re route the elevator before they reached the upper floors. Charlie took a step back, standing in the back corner of the elevator. After a second, the red light of the camera turned off and Connor threw himself at the guard on their left, kicking agent 54. He grabbed his gun and turned to him, punching him before the other agent jumped at him, trying to get ahold of him but Connor freed struggled and freed himself from his grip, shooting him in the head. Charlie stared at his body crashing onto the floor while Connor eliminated the other guard and stood up. She watched him walk up to the control panel and he took agent 54’s voice and the elevator started going down. Whatever was on level 31 was nothing good for them and they surely avoided an awful fate for Connor. Charlie wouldn’t have been killed but she would have had much trouble for her involvement with the deviants and the fact that she used her job title to help a compromised android that was supposedly THE deviants’ hunter he was made to be. She had no desire to lose her job because of this but if so, she would bounce back. She was young, and qualified for a plethora of jobs.

But failing wasn’t the plan. The elevator stopped once they reached the lowest floor of the whole CyberLife Tower, and she didn’t hide her shock when she finally saw these thousands of androids that Connor told Markus about. There were so many of the same model all over the warehouse and they were standing in lines, so very still, it was quite baffling. Charlie looked around while Connor took a few steps, deactivating the skin on his hand and as he went to grab an android’s arm in order to wake them up, a familiar voice caught their attention and they saw Hank being pushed out of the androids’ crowd by another Connor. Charlie got instantly worried when she realized the RK800 was holding her father at gunpoint, and she stared at them.

“Easy fucking piece of shit!...” He swore and his gaze met Charlie’s for a second. For a brief instant when he didn’t think of the gun pointed at his head, he showed relief at seeing his daughter after two days.

“Step back, Connor!” The android ordered. “And I’ll spare him.”

“Sorry, Connor… This bastard’s your spittin’ image…” This comment let them think Hank had been tricked by the fake Connor into coming to the tower. Charlie stayed where she was, her gaze often shifting from Connor to the other RK800 and her father, and vice versa. She feared he would pull the trigger and she would witness her father get his head blown out, and the very thought of this was already making her sick to her stomach.

“Your friend’s life is in your hands. Now it’s time to decide what matters most! Him… or the revolution.”

“Don’t listen to him. Everything this fucker says is a lie!” Hank retorted, not letting fear show. Connor stared at them, still holding the android’s arm.

“I’m sorry, Hank! Charlie and you shouldn’t have got mixed up in all this!”

“Forget about me, do what you have to do!”

“I used to be just like you.” Connor then added, choosing to keep trying to talk the other Connor out of it so he would simply lower his gun and just stop, and Charli was glad that he wouldn’t let her father get sacrificed for this whole thing, also meaning she wouldn’t have to watch him get murdered in front of her eyes. Hank tried to give a reassuring look to his daughter but even he wasn’t reassured about the outcome and she coud feel it. She was anxiously praying he wouldn’t get harmed. “I thought nothing mattered except the mission… But then one day I understood. These humans showed me that I could be something else… That I could be someone!”

“Very moving, Connor… But I’m not a deviant. I’m a machine designed to accomplish a task, and that’s exactly what I am going to do!” He stated fiercely, tightening his grip on the gun when he suddenly shouted. “Enough talk! It’s time to decide who you really are. Are you gonna save your partner’s life? Or are you going to sacrifice him?”

“All right, all right! You win.” Connor eventually stepped away from the android he tried to convert, showing his hands to the RK800. When the other android went to aim its gun at Connor, Hank tried to get a hold of it but got pushed aside and fell to the ground. Charlie rushed at her father, helping him up while the two RK800 fought each other until Hank grabbed the gun lying on the floor and put a stop to their brawl, holding them at gunpoint. The two had gotten mixed up with each other in the altercations and because they had the exact same physical appearance, both Hank and Charlie were actively trying to fing which of them was their friend.

“Hold it!” The two Connors stood up slowly.

“Thanks, Hank. I don’t how I’d have managed without you...” One spoke and Charlie stared at him. She thought that it was a strange way for him to talk, while the other kept quiet. “Get rid of him, we have no time to lose.”

“It’s me, Hank!” The other said, raising his eyebrows. “I’m the real Connor.”

“One of you is my partner… the other is a sack of shit. Question is, who is who?” While they tried to sort it out, Charlie didn’t know what to think or where to look. As her gaze brushed over their jackets, she noticed a tiny difference in their serial numbers, but she was still not sure which of them was the actual Connor. It didn’t really help as she tried to remember what was the last number Connor said to the guard when they had arrived at the CyberLife Tower’s gate. She was frowning, and then came to the conclusion that it was definitely not -60 but as she wasn’t totally convinced about her theory, she stayed alert, watching them carefully.

“Why don’t you ask us something? Something only the real Connor would know.”

“Uh, where did we first meet?”

“Jimmy’s bar!” Connor -60 said instantly. “I checked four other bars before I found you. We went to the scene of a homicide. The victim’s name was Carlos Ortiz.”

“What’s my dog’s name?” Hank went on to ask the other Connor.

“Sumo. His name is Sumo.” There was something almost desperate in the tone of his voice and how he replied to the question asked. Charlie stepped towards him, staring at him while the other android assured, he knew it too. She started to think that if the fake Connor had uploaded their partner’s memory, he would of course remember everything just the same, so they really had to ask something specific hoping it would help them figure it out, but she was more and more sure that Connor -60 wasn’t their friend.

“My son, what’s his name?”

“His name was Cole.” Connor said calmly, with a soft voice, not taking his eyes off Hank as he responded. Charlie knew at the way he was answering that they had find their Connor, and therefore her theory regarding the serial number was right. “And he just turned six at the time of the accident… It wasn’t your fault, Lieutenant. A truck skidded on a sheet of ice and your car rolled over.” Charlie gulped silently, trying not to flinch as she had memories of the accident flashing before her eyes, with the deafening honk of the truck. “Charlie was severely injured so they put her in a medically induced coma but Cole needed emergency surgery, but no human was available to do it… So, an android had to take care of him… Cole didn’t make it. That’s why you hate androids. You think one of us is responsible for your son’s death… your brother’s.” He added, glancing at Charlie beside her father.

“Cole died because a human surgeon was too high on red ice to operate… He was the one that took my son from me. Him and this world, where the only way people can find comfort is with a fistful of powder…”

“I knew about your son too! I would have said the exact same thing.” Connor -60 declared urgently, still trying to trick them. Charlie gave it a death stare and slowly took the gun from her father’s hands, wanting to shoot it herself. He let her take it, silently watching her walk towards it as the android tried to speak its way out of it until she shot it in the head a second later and looked at his gaze going blank, the blue blood staining its head.

“I’ve learned a lot since I met you, Connor.” Hank spoke and Charlie raised her head, looking at him and Connor. “Maybe there’s something to this… Maybe you really are alive. Maybe you’ll be the ones to make the world a better place… Go ahead and do what you gotta do.”

While Connor walked around, converting a bunch of the androids in the storage warehouse, Charlie turned to her father, putting the gun down to free her hand as her father draws her into a hug, holding her tight in his arms. They had not seen each other for two days and she could feel in his embrace that she had been completely right to think he must have been worried sick about her having died or gotten hurt and not knowing it. That past week had been a hell of a time with everything that happened with the deviants. They thought it would be a simple investigation, having to partner up with something they hated but they ended up befriending it, considering him their friend and equal. She saw the deviants first hand when she was among the people of Jericho and even though Markus could have been angry and bitter and killed her for what her people did to his, he didn’t. It was a proof of humanity in itself already.

The thousands of deviants converted and freed from the CyberLife Tower by Connor could be seen marching in the city of Detroit on TV, filmed by the news channels seated in helicopters above the scene while President Warren delivered a speech about what was going on.

“At dawn today, November 11th, 2038, thousands of androids invaded the city of Detroit. According to our sources, they originated from CyberLife warehouses believed to have been infiltrated by deviants. Given their overwhelming numbers and the risk of civilian casualties, I have ordered the army to retreat. The evacuation of the city is underway at this very moment. In the coming hours, I will address the Senate to determine our response to this unprecedented situation. I know that public opinion has been moved by the deviants’ cause. Perhaps the time has come for us to consider the possibility that androids are a nes form of intelligent life. One thing is certain: the events in Detroit have changed the world forever. May God bless you and may God bless the United States of America.”

Neither Hank nor Charlie had evacuated the city. They weren’t going to and stayed at Hank’s house, watching the news. The world had indeed never seen such a thing happen with artificial intellligences waking up and things going this way but leaving aside the fact that it was androids, that kind of revolution and insurgence in the face of oppression had already happened. It wasn’t the first-time history had seen it, and certainly wouldn’t be the last. History had an awful tendency to repeat itself without learning from its mistakes, ever. The next day, very early in the morning, Hank and Charlie went to the closed fast food stand her father often came to. They stood there in the cold, looking down the empty street until they heard steps coming their way, crushing the snow carpeting the sidewalk. Connor walked towards them and the three of them smiled to each other, happy to meet again after the protests. Hank then drew the two of them into a hug and it really felt like such an emotional family reunion. Hank found somewhat of a substitute son in Connor, and Charlie, a brother. Little did they ever thought they would get this close to an android one day.

[The end…]  

N.B: I wanted to write an alternate (more sci-fi) kinda ending but I’m too lazy so here is a little summary of what I had in mind. At some point, Charlie get mortally wounded, to the point that her human body is going into shut down AKA death lol so the only option they think of, and have, is transferring her mind and everything into an android that would take her likeness etc and voilà. One of my first drafts that I made a couple years ago was supposed to have this as its actual ending and it was called Becoming Android :) 

Previous Chapter 

Published (10/09/2022) by Andrea

Taglist: @cathrin2405​ @kika64

[roxasagainst]

oops! all DBH one-shots!

your one-stop shop for all my DBH one-shots (that have too much plot and not enough porn, oh well)

(banner and dividers by @cafekitsune!)

still feel. (RK900/fem!reader)

cw: fingering, alcohol, small ment of violence, kissing, semi-public sex, bodily fluids, rough sex, choking if you squint

You've worked with RK800 for six months now, and three months in, a RK900 walks in. What do you do? Well, let's try a conversation mixed with a subtle invitation. It's almost 3 am, and you're in over your head.

ashes to ashes, dust to...oh fuck (RK800-60/fem!reader)

cw: flirting, banter, just him being a bitch, oral sex (f receiving), office setting

Working as a secretary for the DPD, it's usually pretty easy to have someone else shut the place down so you can leave early. One person, however, isn't leaving without a fight.

one of the girls (RK800-60/fem!reader)

cw: rough sex, office setting, face-fucking, dirty talk, spanking if you squint

You've been in the sugar bowl for a while, been in all sorts of arrangements but an android sugar daddy? You just have to see what this is about.

blackout (RK900/fem!reader) *new!*

cw: lingerie, alcohol mention, fingering, choking, rough sex, interrogation room sex, dirty talk, praise kink

What'd you do to end up in police custody after getting drunk at home? Hey, maybe that guy who walked into the room knows!

[paleepeaches]

I’M SENSITIVE YOU KNOW (PREVIEW)

Warnings: MDI, mature content, 18+, filthy disgusting smut,

Tags: Connor RK800 x Fem Reader

A/N: THIS IS A PREVIEW 🎀

TELL ME IF YOU LIKE IT PLS I CRAVE VALIDATION AND PRAISE

You were a festive person. Always have and always will be. Valentines was your favorite holiday not only because of the pink and red strewn across supermarkets and stores but because it was a day of love. A reason to celebrate you and Connor’s union. You were sentimental. Sensitive and a bit of a sappy girl when it came to things like that. Connor was fully aware of it. In fact he made note of it when you first got together. How you pouted up at him. Your bottom lip jutting out slightly covered in your lipgloss. How when things didn’t go your way your pretty doe eyes would water with tears and coat your spiky lashes. It was an adorable sight to see you so whiney and needy all the time. Especially when it came to him. You’d pout everytime he had to leave to the DPD every morning. Today was no different.

“Do you have to go?” You fluttered you lashes up at him. 

Connor turned his head to look at you while he did his tie. His hands skilfully mastering it. He felt his resolve waver seeing you so like that. You’d just gotten up. Hair was a bit messy, eyes a bit tired but what you wore really got him. It was the babydoll nightdress. Baby pink in color and the cups on it hugged your tits so nicely. It was sheer and cut off at the top of your plush thighs. He had to resist throwing you on the bed and just fucking your brains out. Poor baby girl didn’t know what you were doing to him.

“I have to. Hank needs me for another case. Plus who’s gonna make enough money to take care of you?” He cooed down at you with his signature smirk. 

He huffed out a sigh nodding in understanding. “Okay but are you gonna be home in time to celebrate? I planned a dinner and everything.”

Full fic

[multi-fandomedfreak]

Can I get some domestic headcanons about waking up next to Connor and Markus? (Separately please) Love your Sanders Sides stuff btw

Authors note: Alright, headcanons about Connor and Markus coming up! (Also thank you for the compliment lol I'm trying to write more about Sanders Sides but I have terrible writers block 😭)

⚠️Warnings⚠️: None

🪙Connor 🪙

-Connor definitely doesn't understand how you sleep all night

-What do you mean you just lie still and do nothing? For eight hours?? every night???

-Like he understands that it is essential to your survival but doesn’t understand how you could enjoy such a thing

-But even if he doesn’t understand it, he will most definitely hold onto you as you sleep through the night and make sure he’s the first thing you see when you wake up

-he may get a little restless from doing nothing, he wants to be on the move a lot, but he puts all that aside to hold you

-DEFINITELY tries but fails at comforting you if you have a nightmare

-Mostly bc he just info dumps (please tell him he’s doing a good job tho he needs it)

-Still somehow works tho because you just end up giggling over how cute he looked trying to comfort you while internally panicking

-When you wake up next to him, most of the time he’s the one to wake you up

-“You have to be awake precisely at 6 a.m every morning.”

-Literally just an excuse to get to talk and hang out with you longer. Can’t stand not talking with you for longer than 8 hours

-He’ll wake you up with small kisses on your forehead and cheek so you won’t get so grumpy in the morning

☮️ Markus ☮️

-BREAKFAST IN BED

-Lovesss the process of waking you up

-He opens the blinds, places breakfast on your lap and sometimes insists feeding it to you just because of how much he loves doing thing for you

-If you refuse to get up from bed afterward he WILL carry you out of bed

-That is a guarantee

-Even if you get out of bed by yourself he’ll still make excuses to carry you

-“What if you get hurt going down the stairs? Please, let me carry you.”

-He just loves having you in his arms

-Unlike Connor, he enjoys doing nothing for a long time, if it means just spending time with you

-For example, if you want to cuddle, best believe you might be trapped in his arms for a looong time

-If you somehow beat him to cook breakfast he will hug you from behind and kiss your neck

-He has a lot of love to give and isn’t afraid to show it all the time

-Will play some piano softly in the morning to give the house a nice atmosphere

[gunstellations]

double trouble