#did he switch to android?

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Jules Kounde via ig story

@jkeey “Don’t do intense cardio and weightlifting on an empty stomach ‼️ #cooked “

[talesofesther]

a touch of emotion

Connor x Reader

Summary: After the meeting with Kamski, Connor feels conflicted and lost, luckily you're there to hold his hand through it.

A/N: DBH is one of my main comfort games, and it was about time I wrote a little something for my favorite boy from it. If anyone would like to see more of Connor here, let me know. <3

Masterlist

"Why didn't you shoot?" Hank inquires, narrowing his eyes inquisitively.

"I just saw that girl's eyes… And I couldn't…" Connor answers back, his voice edging on desperate. "That's all."

A howling wind prickles your skin like tiny needles. It was such a cold day, no wonder you hadn't been keen on coming out here today. Leaning back on the hood of Hank's car and pulling your coat tighter around yourself, you watch from afar as Connor tries to justify his choice, even if it had been the right one to make.

He intrigues you. Because for someone who keeps saying he's just a machine trying to accomplish a task, he acts way more human than a lot of people you know. Even on the day you'd met him, he was already all curious and talkative, you couldn't recall meeting any android like him before.

Connor has changed ever since you started working together, you realize it now more than ever. He's becoming softer, personality starting to shine through the cracks as his decisions become increasingly emotionally driven.

"Cyberlife's last chance to save humanity, is itself a deviant."

Kamski's words echoed inside your mind, as did Connor's panicked and distressed expression when he promptly denied it. Ironic, you think to yourself; he shouldn't feel as troubled as he does if what Kamski said is not true.

And that same feeling now lingers. Once they were done talking, Hank took a few steps away to make a call, most likely to the precinct judging by the scowl on his face; and Connor can't stand still, he's pacing around, fidgeting with the cuffs of his blazer as the snow shifts under his feet. There's a permanent frown on his eyebrows, he looks almost… lost, his LED with an insistent yellow color and gaze unfocused on the distance.

You worry your lower lip between your teeth, torn between reaching out to him or keeping to yourself. The snow falls heavier now, and you can feel the tips of your fingers slowly going numb. You've always liked the cold, yet it seems the cold doesn't like you.

Between the snow, the frozen lake, and the white horizon of the frigid weather, Connor stands out. He's holding onto his own arms, hugging himself, and you find it endearingly human, as if he's subconsciously trying to find a way to comfort himself.

You lay your palms flat on the hood of the car and push yourself away, walking up to him before you can think things through. The snow crunching under your feet doesn't seem to call his attention. "Connor?" You say gently, reaching out to him with your hand but stopping short of actually touching him. You hesitate. When did he start making you nervous?

"You okay?"

Those warm and tender brown eyes of his regard you with curiosity, lips half parted as he struggles on what to say. The LED on his temple switched from blue to yellow and blue again. "I- yes. I think I'm fine." Snowflakes are clinging to his hair and falling softly onto the skin of his cheeks; they compliment his features, always so gentle.

You offer him a small, comforting smile. He's still figuring himself out. It was okay, you were patient.

"I'm… sorry," Connor begins again, avoiding looking you directly in the eyes. He purses his lips and closes his eyes for a moment longer, and you doubt you've ever seen any android be this expressive.

"I compromised our investigation," he pauses, "I should have been more efficient." And reprimands himself.

You're shaking your head before he's even done talking. "No, don't say that," you take a step closer to him as your heart holds your reasoning hostage, one hand wrapping around Connor's wrist to keep him with you. "Don't say that when you've made the right choice, Connor."

There was a beat, Connor's face does something complicated that you cannot read, and when he looks up at you again, his gaze is almost too much. The amount of emotion he looked at you with nearly made you choke on air.

"But… we didn't learn anything." His voice is quiet, barely there, as if he doesn't care for his own argument and is only looking for an excuse to hear more of your voice.

"I don't care," the words fall from your lips before you can debate if you should even be saying them out loud at all.

Connor seems surprised, caught off guard as his eyebrows raise just slightly at how fast and true you spoke. His eyes keep searching your face for… something. You couldn't be sure of what exactly he was looking for. Maybe even he doesn't know yet.

Your heart stumbles on your chest when you see Connor gulping and his eyes avoiding yours again. Only then do you realize that the hand you held his wrist with had drifted lower, your fingers now gently grazing his palm. His skin feels comfortingly warm and soft, a pleasant touch sending goosebumps down your spine.

It was all foreign territory to him, you knew it, felt it in the way he tried timidly closing his fingers around your own. His movements are slow, uncertain, and tentative, bordering on afraid.

How naive of you, to be having such feelings for an android. Yet when he's the most caring, honest, endearing, and gentle person you know, how could you not?

Hank told you once; "I think you're breaking our android huh." He'd said it right after Connor had gone through the trouble of finding an umbrella just so you didn't have to stand under the heavy rain, even if you tried telling him you didn't mind. And you'd taken it as a joke back then, not really understanding the hidden meaning behind your older partner's teasing look.

Yet as you hold onto Connor's hand now, feeling the way his thumb shyly brushes your skin, you wonder if he feels it too, if he's willing to feel the same as you do. If you could dare to hope.

"All I care about," you speak slow and careful, syllables heavy on your tongue. You clear your throat so your voice doesn't sound as tender as you feel. "is that… that you didn't let him manipulate you, that you followed your heart." You bring your free hand up to his chest, right on top of where you can faintly feel his thirium pump working overtime.

Connor looked to be about to speak, perhaps to try and correct you about your choice of words, yet all he does is open and close his mouth, eyes trained on yours and LED swirling with a permanent yellow color. For a moment you wonder if he's analyzing you, and worry about what he may find. His hold on your hand tightens ever so slightly; you don't think he realizes he's doing it.

"I'm glad you didn't pull the trigger, Connor. I'm proud of you."

It's barely a second, his LED flashing red before going back to yellow and eventually, slowly, blue; but you see it. He blinked a couple of times as if processing your words or how to feel about them.

"I-" Connor's eyes seem hazy, their tender brown only a thin ring around his blown pupils. His fingers now tangle with yours. "I feel-"

"Alright kids, let's go." Hank's voice sounds all too loudly as he unintentionally breaks the bubble that cocooned you and Connor. "Fowler wants us back in the precinct." The lieutenant speaks with an annoyed undertone as he stuffs his phone back in his pocket.

You're still caught up in the feeling of Connor's skin on yours, in how you're now so hyper-aware of just how close he's standing to you. Connor, it seems, isn't much different.

When there's no answer, Hank finally looks your way and gestures you over; "come on, get a move on, I don't wanna hear another lecture about arriving late," he insists, before plopping himself into the driver's seat, murmuring something about damn love-birds.

Despite the cold, you can feel a warmth coming up to your cheeks. Without mustering the courage to meet Connor's gaze, you focus on the way his hand fits so perfectly with yours. His fingers are awkwardly intertwined with yours, holding strong and gentle at the same time.

Connor seems reluctant to let go. It hits you that perhaps he won't. You could dwell on a thousand reasons of why, or not think at all and simply bask in the feeling. But right now time isn't on your side.

You take a deep breath, and risk a glance up at him.

Any words you were about to say suddenly feel clogged up in your throat. Oh, Connor tilts his head in that endearing way you're so fond of, yet the look in his eyes is one you've never caught before; you can't name it, it feels dangerous to try, but he looks as if he just realized something.

"Come on," you tug on his hand, just about managing the timid words, "we have to go."

Connor follows quietly, his hand steady on yours until you reach the car and are forced to part.

As Hank drives, you watch Connor through the rearview mirror; there's a newfound lightness to him, a warmth to his eyes that makes you feel fuzzy inside. And when he catches your gaze, and smiles, you know he feels it too.

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Thank you for reading this little story. Feedback and reblogs are literally what keeps me motivated to continue posting here, so I’d appreciate it if you could take some time to reblog and comment. <3

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Connor’s taglist: @milkiane@v1ci0us

[drakudoll]

oh hi!!♡ i just saw the post about connor’s first blowjob and it was sooo good, and it made me thinking what about his first time eating pussy? like oh my go I need him

Oh my god he would see it in a porno. lets be fr!

warnings: android/human sexual relations, female genitalia, confident Connor tehe. idk im probs forgetting smth like usual

- Connor eating pussy 4 the first timee? liiiistennnn maaannnnnn... NEEDTHAT.

- His first instinct is to.. literally.. taste and analyze... if your PH is off or you need more hydration he will immediately start blabbing off forgetting what he was supposed to be doing 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

- But once you grab on his hair and firmly redirect him he will get all flustered and be like "apologies"

- He goes in, copying everything the guy in the porno did- he has you cumming the first time within under like 5 mins

- He's proud.. too proud.. because he knows a woman can safely have over 5-10 orgasms back to back and now he's on a fucking mission????

- lets you take breaks and knows if you needed to stop you would!

- fingers- when he discovers how well his fingers work inside you? he's gone, lustdrunk at this point oh my god im not even kidding.

- When he sees your pretty scrunched up face and how your body jolts and shakes under his tongue he's fucking over the moon with giddiness that he can make you physically weak for him

- tongue is pressed to your clit almost 80% of the time- that 20%? yeah he's tongue fucking you while his thumb is on your clit and he's periodically switching off to see what makes you cum faster.

--- i'm insane about him.

[crimsonbubble]

Blue Screen

cw. nsfw, kinda cyberpunk au (I have no idea what I’m writing so pls bear with me), afab android!reader (could be a humanoid or smth idrk), android technician!seonghwa, praise, overstimulation, fingering, nipple play, squirting, blue screen of death *not proofread, just pure horny

[I literally have no idea where this idea came from bro]

“Hwaaa, are we done yet?” You whined as he hovered over you on the metal ‘inspection’ table as he called it. You hear him chuckle softly from behind you, patting your ass lightly as a means to reassure you that he’d be done soon. “Not yet, sparks. Just gotta make sure everything is in its place.”

You pout as you lay on the table before suddenly jolting against the table. A jagged moan left your lips as Seonghwa prodded within your circuits. “Guess the touch receptors are a little sensitive today.” You could almost hear the amusing smile on his face.

You whined softly as Seonghwa started to put your covering back on. His hands lingered on your back even after putting your backcasing back on. “Now, my pretty little android, how shall I play with you today?” Your face flushed, goosebumps erupting on your skin as he trailed his fingers over your spine.

He sat you up on the table, raising it to hip height, his lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. “Turn my sensitivity up,” You stated with a voice that Seonghwa had never heard, sickeningly sweet with a hint of desperation. “All the way.” His eyes widened, memories of the last time he cranked your sensitivity up that high, he made you blue screen halfway through.

You could sense his hesitation, leaning back on your hands as you turned your head to the side, exposing the barcode laid across your neck. Seonghwa sighed, knowing there was no way he could talk you out of something that you both wanted. Seonghwa pulled his glasses down from where they rested on his head, scanning the code and fiddling with the settings for a minute.

You didn’t much different, thinking that Seonghwa was just putting on a show of changing your settings to appease you. That was until Seonghwa cupped your pussy through your jeans, pressing the heel of his palm against your clit. You lurched forward, grabbing at his forearm. His eyes are dark and piercing, working up an orgasm for you a little too quickly for you to comprehend.

Your mouth dropped open with a harsh moan, your pussy throbbing against his hand. “Lift your hips for me, lovebot.” You did as he asked, nearly moaning as he peeled your panties off of you. “Such a mess, sparks, look at you.” He parts your folds lewdly, sliding two fingers into you. He pumps them steadily, watching your eyes go unfocused and flutter.

You whine pathetically as Seonghwa fucks you with his fingers. Another orgasm is suddenly ripped from you, making your hips jolt as you lean back on the table on your elbows. Seonghwa keeps his pace, curling his fingers into your sweet spot with precision. He rubs your clit with his thumb, a dark smirk curling onto his lips as you come undone again.

Seonghwa palmed himself over his jeans, groaning as he felt more precum leak out of him. Using his free hand he managed to push his jeans down enough to let his cock spring free. He pulls his fingers out of you, tracing them over your clit in quick movements. Your back arched off the table, your pussy pulsing as another orgasm rakes over you. 

Seonghwa switched his hands, wrapping the one coated in your arousal around his aching cock. He let out a low moan, his eyes glued to the your slicked pussy. There’s a growing puddle of your arousal pooling on the table. Seonghwa curses under his breath, slipping his cock between your folds. He sinks in nice and easy, splitting you open on his cock.

“Fuck- you’re so fucking warm, lovebot.” Seonghwa grabs your thighs from under you, his pace turns near bruising as he stuffs you full. His cock is thick and heavy inside your velvety walls, wrapping around him like a vice. He splits you open on his cock repeatedly, moaning at the way your body convulses and your pussy gushes around him even harder as he abuses your sweet spot.

“C’mon pretty girl, make another mess for me.” His words make you clench around his tighter, your back arching off the table as you cum again. He can hear you mumbling so he leans down to trail kisses over your chest. He wraps his lips around your nipple, pulling the nub gently with his teeth and soothing it with his tongue. Your hands desperately clutch at his shoulders, babbling nonsense as your body starts to overheat.

Seonghwa peeks up at you through his lashes, nearly blowing his load then and there when he notices the cute pink hearts that now replaced your pupils. He watches the way the hearts pulse and grow bigger when he lands a particularly hard thrust against your sweet spot. He can hear the gears in your body overclocking. He brings a hand between your bodies to rub two fingers over your clit; an attempt to make you come one last time before he fucked his load into you and your inevitable blue screening.

“Just one more, lovebot. Make a pretty mess on me, sparks.” Seonghwa's thrusts are losing their rhythm as his release creeps up on him. Your body pulls taut, the hearts in your eyes growing impossibly bigger as you come undone again, your sticky cunt tightening around his cock as more and more arousal squirted out of you. Seonghwa buried himself to the hilt, seemingly endless spurts of cum coated your walls. He could feel the way you went limp against the table, peeking at you and huffing out a laugh at the blue screening codes flashing past your pupils.

It took a few minutes but Seonghwa managed to clean up swiftly and reboot your systems. You slowly blinked away the bleariness, growing flustered as you watched Seonghwa bring your sensitivity levels down to a reasonable level. “Knew you’d bluescreen again.”

[kifflepiffles]

In light of the recent Nintendo boycotts, I come bearing a gift

I'll copy/paste a message I've been sharing in discord servers

If you like Nintendo games but hate the company, today's your lucky day

This is totally illegal and you absolutely shouldn't do it because its wrong, so I'm gonna tell you exactly what to do so that you guys know not to do it!

You guys absolutely should not download Azahar Nintendo 3DS emulator and then go onto Citra-emulator.com to find old Nintendo DS and Nintendo 3DS games and then open the games through Azahar for to play free, including Tomodachi life, ACNH, The Sims 3, Nintendogs + Cats and Flipnote Studio.

You really shouldn't do this stuff its its illegal but if you did it, it would totally work and no one could stop you. Also I work in tech and virus scanned random files and they all came up clean so its safe but its still illegal don't do it................. (But you totally could and no one would stop you)

The Citra emulator doesn't work because the dev got hit with a lawsuit. He went on to work on Azahar. They say not to do this for legal protection, but it fully works.

As far as I know, these games do not have piracy barriers EXCEPT Tomodachi Life (A large red cross over the character faces). I have a debug file that fixes this. If you guys come across another game that has a barrier let me know and I'll search for a debug

Tutorial

Use this link to download the emulator

https://azahar-emu.org/ scroll all the way up to "Download". Download the version that corresponds with your system (Windows, Mac, Linux, Android)

And this link to download the game files

https://citra-emulator.com/ Scroll all the way up to "3DS ROMS". There is an incomplete but still extensive collection of games, both Japanese and English titles as well as Pokemon ROM hacks

On Windows, place the game files on your desktop and open them. It will ask you what app you want to open the file with. Choose "Select app on PC", search for Azahar and select it then press "okay"

(I'm not 100% on the process for Linux and Mac but I'm sure they're similar. On Android I know for certain they are)

You'll know if it works because the game icons will switch from a paper file to the Azahar flower

Once you see these flowers, you are all set and ready to play!

And here is the error fix for Tomodachi life. Download this file and open it like normal. It will ask you what app you wish to open it with. Open it with Azahar.

Don't panic! A lowkey scary looking dialogue box will pop up for a moment and text will very quickly load onto it. This is Azahar reading the file and saving the commands. It will very quickly close itself. Once that window closes itself, you're all set to open Tomodachi Life and play like normal!

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1_BQfoGycmpaaOvBEm29LU1FKqy7cgG6j/view?usp=drive_link

(This is an upload from my own personal google drive account. I pinkie promise there's no virus on this. and if there is you have full permission to yell at me and put me on blast)

and that's everything I got! Feel free to reblog with other sites or tips you have! <3 Have fun lovelies!

[verved]

Deviant Connor and guilt go hand in hand but I usually see it focused on his past actions. The ones where he genuinely didn't have control over what he did. While maybe he personally might have trouble forgiving himself, in the end, he was just as tied down by programming as any other android, and it simply isn't fair for others to judge him harshly for that.

But what about a Connor that struggles to not act like a manipulative cunt even in deviancy? Where he can't help but analyze every microexpression, the details hidden in someone's appearance, the weaknesses in their character, and use it all to his advantage. Who will switch from considerate and friendly to intimidating and terrifying on the drop of a dime, scaring those close to him, because if he can do a full 180 effortlessly, what's to say the way he behaves towards them isn't an act too?

A Connor who, while governed by compassion and goodwill for his people, still struggles on a personal level because he can't help but read and play on the emotions of those around him to a frightening degree. Who constantly sees the clear ruthless line from point A to B and has to reign in the impulse to act on it. Who has to deal with this compounding guilt, because even if he has good intentions, why do all his actions feel so calculated and exploitative?

What kind of guilt comes from being able to look into someone's soul, know exactly how to break them, and have to consciously choose not to?

[chris-prank]

I don’t know if you did this already but can you write out the characters favorite ways to show affection please?

Or maybe do one where they are confronted with their fears perhaps like, Atlas is found and is sent to be disassembled while their darling gets arrested for stealing, Vincent’s darling gets captured by a different evil doctor and gets accidentally turned into a zombie, someone new to the town saw Martin at a glance and freaks out, and maybe Esteban has a nightmare about bugs while his darling comforts him. lol just had ideas😁

Also your writing is as awesome as always and I hope you’re doing well!

-💚🐺

It's nice to see you again, green heart wolf anon! I hope you’re doing well too and thank you for your kind woooords! 😆❤️

I couldn’t pass the opportunity to do some hurt and comfort, so the way they show affection will have to wait for another time 😔

CW: Violence and mention of blood (in Atlas’s part), mention of insects (in Esteban’s part) and hurt comfort

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Atlas has never wished death upon someone as much he did in this instant, and that was saying a lot. They had dared to threaten you if he didn’t follow them without making a scene, and so he was now sitting in the back of a truck with special restraints that deactivated his arms. Apart from him there were three guards, with one driving the vehicle. Obviously, he ran in his program every scenario possible to get himself out of this mess, but it all ended up with him being either destroyed or deactivated. Atlas’s sulking was cut short as something hit them with full force.

The violent shock sent Atlas flying across the van. Unfazed by this, the android strategically positioned his body so it could hit the device placed on his back. It broke in pieces on impact, freeing him for good. Some of the men weren’t so lucky as he heard the distinctive sound of a broken neck and saw the chauffeur hit his head so hard on the windshield it went through it. That meant there were only two people left between him and his chance to get back to you.

“FUCK HE’S FREE!” One of the guards yelled at the top of lungs, “SHOOT HIM!”

Atlas switched his attention to the one who had just shouted. Staggering towards him, he dropped to the side at the last second to avoid a bullet. Standing up again swiftly and with ease, he snatched the knife attached to the guard's thighs before sticking it into his neck. After eliminating this vermin and without even looking behind him, he threw the bloodied knife at the last survivor. The weapon ended up in the man's heart with precision.

The android kicked open the already beaten door and climbed out. He scanned the area with his eyes and saw… you. You had staggered out of a car, or what used to be one. Your left hand was supporting one side of your head, blood mixing in your hair and staining your palm. If Atlas had a heart, he would have felt it squeeze. He ran up to you and caught you in his arms before you had the time to even show any sign of falling. Despite the pain he felt by the mere sight of your injured body, by looking in your eyes and weak smile Atlas felt loved like never before.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Vincent was faithful. He wasn’t like those weak minded men that left their partner the second they had a clinical condition. So, even now, despite your body having been mangled and transformed into his worst fear, the mad scientist still had an undying love for you. His boss was also surprisingly supportive of his plan of researching a cure, but Dr. Seraph wasn’t oblivious. Fatalité surely had his reasons to let his sidekick waste day and night on this “side project”, as he liked to call it. The intentions behind it didn’t matter, as long as he had the resources and time at his disposal, it was fine for Vincent.

Entering his lab after a long and tiring day of an unsuccessful battle against some heroes, Dr. Seraph limped his way to his desk while holding his side. He closed his eyes for a second and tried to imagine the words of concern you would have told him seeing his messed up face. Technically, you were there with him… just not capable of sharing any kind words at the moment. Despite it all, Vincent rose up from his chair, wincing at his clearly broken ribs. He walked over to a gigantic glass tube that didn’t look odd in his laboratory filled with strange machines. That’s where he kept you. This was the only way to keep your flesh from rotting away. The only way for him to keep you by his side.

He placed his hand on the glass, wishing he could reach out and touch you like he did so many times before. The empty shell that you had become of yourself grunted and banged onto the surface, the instinct of eating his flesh being the only thought clouding your mind. The mad scientist's eyes filled with tears at this sight and he lowered his gaze. He hated himself for not being able to look at you more than five seconds at a time. He clenched his bruised fist, his despair and sadness quickly turning into a rage filled dedication. He forced his gaze back onto you.

“N-NO! This is not the end.” He straightened his stance as he spoke, “No matter what it takes, no matter who I’ll have to kill, I will bring the real you back to me.”

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Martin felt incredibly grateful for the life he had in Flowermore as he watched you, enamored as ever, dancing with the other folks while he took a sip of his beer on the side. The autumn festival always had been a joyful moment for him, but with you by his side the ambiance felt even more magical. Discarding his drink, the hunter made his way up to you on the dance floor, his gentle smile directed at you contrasting with his scarred lip. Sadly, festivities were interrupted when one of the farmers and the mechanic came rushing in while holding a half conscious stranger. Everyone soon gathered around with curiosity, making it quite difficult for the doctor to go to the injured aids.

The figure was placed on the ground, and it seemed like he had difficulty keeping his head upright. But when the man finally looked up and saw Martin in the crowd, his face contorted in an expression of pure terror. He didn’t have a chance to get anything out of his throat, since the fright was too much for his nerves to bear, and he collapsed in the doctor's lap.

The hunter excused himself from the gathering shortly after. You soon followed suit. You weren’t oblivious to the slight shift in his jaw and his overall body language when he saw the newcomer's face.

“H-hey whatcha you doin’ here darlin’?” Martin quickly sounded like his usual self as he saw your shadow casted between the trees, “I’m sure Linda still got a few pieces left of that pie you love.”

“Martin… please”

The man let out an awkward laugh and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m fine! I was just feeling dizzy from all the drinkin’ and—”

“You were clearly not fine when you saw that man.” You cutted him short, not with anger in your voice, but filled with concern.

“You’re right… I did know this guy…”

This situation was a culmination of everything he always feared. He hated it. He hated it so much. He felt like a prey the moment it gets stuck in a trap, it’s mind going into a frenzy while trying to find a way out. Martin couldn’t possibly tell you the truth, but at the same time lying to you would clearly hurt your feelings. God, he wanted to snap that bastard's neck for daring to crash into his life and ruin everything. He was so self absorbed in his own guilt and anger that he failed to notice that your face had softened up.

“I always want you to feel comfortable enough to share things with me.” You walked closer, the milk light of moon coursing through the leaves illuminating your face like an angel sent down just for him, “But you don’t have to share more if you don’t want to yet, I’ll wait.”

Martin stood there, stunned into silence. How did you manage to always make him fall even deeper in love with you with the most simple words and actions?

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

You don’t know what woke you up first, the incessant turn and stir of Esteban or the moment he ran into the bathroom in a frenzy. Even with the door closed, you could hear the sound of the running water. Worried that he might have woken up sick, you pulled yourself out of the messy blankets. You rubbed your eyes and called his name as loud as your sleepy throat could muster. No answer from him. He either didn’t hear you or hoped you’d give up and go back to bed, but you weren’t going to do that.

Once you opened the door, you were blinded by the sudden light hitting your cornea and so couldn’t see the state Esteban was in. After you got used to the sudden change, you could see him leaning on the sink, his head hanging low. The man knew you were there and still seemed to choose to ignore you. But upon further observation, you realized that he wasn't. He was actually trying his best not to break down in your presence. The subtle shivering of his body and the fact that he had his eyes closed shut made it clear.

“Esteban…?” You repeated softly, scared that speaking any louder would send him into a panic state.

Your boyfriend forced himself to answer, the words coming out breathlessly. “I'm sorry… I-I didn't want to wake you up for something so stupid...”

For the first time since you entered the bathroom, Esteban let go of the counter and faced you. Before you could retort, he trapped you into a tight embrace, burying his head into your shoulder.

“Insects… They w-were everywhere.” He muttered, clearly trying his best to hold back a sob. “Under my clo-clothes, in my ears, in my eyes—“ He stopped himself as a violent shudder coursed through his body.

“It’s okay, I’m here now and they are all gone.” You raised your hand to rub his back in comforting circles, “can you feel my touch?”

He nodded as a slight moan left his lips. You were right. You were here with him, your touch being the only thing he needed to feel grounded again. Esteban felt silly to not have sought solace in you the moment he woke up, as if you hadn't already seen him at his worst.

He just had to make sure that you never leave him and everything would always be okay.

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I’m really proud of my writing in this one 😎 *Pat myself on the shoulder* I hope you guys liked it too!

(I didn’t had Jacce since I received this ask before posting his first chapter and this was already getting very very long. 😔)

[suzukiblu]

WIP WEDNESDAY GAME

Slimmed-down post/rules, but originally taken from @/kedreeva.

It’s WIP Wednesday! This week’s theme winner is "I didn't know I was lonely 'til I saw your face", a.k.a. Match. It's just Match.

Also we're only doing four WIPs this week because I keep having issues with actually getting to all five, so I'm hoping knocking one off the list will help me out there, since the main issue I'm having is switching between that many different WIPs. And if it doesn't help, maybe we'll try dropping down to three next time, hah.

Here’s how it works:

I will post the file names of five four WIPs, and will also post a snippet of new content from one of them to get the ball rolling.

Send me an ask with the name of one of the listed WIPs and I will write you a minimum of three sentences in that WIP in response!

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WIP names:

Krypton lives and Kara did not sign up for this (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Clark panic-adopts his teenage clones (( chrono || non-chrono ))

you're a real Katch, girl (( chrono || non-chrono ))

mirror mirror (( chrono || non-chrono ))

snippet from “Krypton lives and Kara did not sign up for this”:

Kal does convey her welcome to Lois Kal-El–for the second time, but it’s a distraction from her kitchen self-repairing, so she’s not going to complain. Or at least, she’s mostly sure that’s what Kal is doing. Earthling is such a toneless language, it’s hard to feel like she’s really getting a good read on any of the emotion behind it, even when it’s Kal speaking it. Actually, maybe even more so when it’s Kal speaking it. 

She spares a glance towards Thirteen and Match, who are both standing very stiff and very still on the other side of her kitchen counter, but in very different ways. Thirteen looks sour and sullen and like he’s just barely managing to force himself to stay in place; Match looks blank and unaffected and like a powered-down android. Neither option is a reassuring sight. 

She looks back to Kal, who’s looking all fond and smitten and adoring at Lois Kal-El, who’s smiling back at him wryly even as she’s looking a little smitten herself. It’s a vaguely bewildering sight, honestly. She’s not sure she even knows the last time Kal courted . . . literally anyone, actually, and now he went to an alien death-planet and got married in the same amount of time the first stage of courting should’ve taken–and, technically, “reproduced” in that time too. Twice, again. 

Kara really cannot get over how godsdamned ridiculous it is that two separate Earthling labs decided to clone Kal. Two! What is wrong with that planet, how much damn cloning do they even do over there? 

Well, at least twice as much as they should be, apparently.

[potatomountain]

For The Wolves

♦️pairing: Hongjoong x afab reader x yeosang

♦️wc: 4.1k

♦️au: rebel!teez, world Z

♦️genre: dystopian, pwp

♦️Summary: weeks without seeing the two rebels had you second guessing everything and a visit from the android guardians had you ready to flee anywhere else. But the two rebels who have your heart are determined to remind you that you're theirs

♦️warnings: mxm, bondage, a few whips, soft dom/switch Yeosang, hard dom Hongjoong, sub reader, dacryphilia (if you squint), some anxiety, dvp, oral (male receiving, male giving), threeway kiss, spanks, one slap to Yeosang, degradation, marking, praise, multiple orgasms (fem), penetration without a barrier. no pull out.

♦️AN: originally wasn't going to continue this, but it was one of my favorite works and @bunnliix wanted it for her birthday so happy birthday Lixie <3

♦️nets: @pirateeznet @mirohs-aurora-society

♦️Banner made by me | dividers made by @cafekitsune

♦️Part 1: To The Wolves | For other works: Masterlist

Just like that, you weren’t so willing to be with them any more. Yet you also couldn’t do anything about it. Weeks went by, your anger over the situation growing but also the pain, until you finally decided that maybe it was time to move shop.

The idea of packing up your clinic and going into hiding was strong after that night as if your senses had returned to you. How could you just let them ruin you like that? How could you enjoy it so much?

Your moral compass felt like it was spinning with no real direction and you lost yourself. The fact they left you before you had even fallen asleep, still covered in their cum, had cut deep.

They certainly ruined you, and you no longer liked the idea. You felt like a fool, one they used. Before you had given them an answer Hongjoong had gotten a call and then they were just gone. 

Especially since the government had tightened their hold on your district. It was harder to help others, less and less finding your clinic safe as android guardians patrolled the area often.

Then it happened. The guardians came into your clinic, and messed with your things. They trashed the place, turning it upside down while you protested. Never before did you have a direct problem with them, having always gone through the legal channels for your supplies, registering your patients during working hours, and paying your bills and taxes on time.

Whatever they were looking for, they didn’t find, leaving you with a trashed place and saying it was your problem to replace what was broken

Spending the better part of the day and well into the night cleaning it up, you were frustrated enough tears kept pricking your eyes, making it hard to clean up the last room- your bedroom. You gave up on trying to hang up the clothes, kicking them in frustration into the closet and letting out a sob.

Just to have something pulled over your head. You cried out, immediately thrashing out to whoever put a hand over your mouth to muffle your loud curses. Your foot connected with something, a deep groan falling from the person’s lips and you thought you recognized it.

It felt like all you had worked for was destroyed just like your clinic and home. All the good you did was for naught. Was it not enough? Was it all their fault? If you had just kept your head down, would the guardians have just left you alone?

“If I ever see them again I’ll strangle them with my own two hands.” You hissed out, with one final kick getting the pile of clothes behind the door. “Stupid Hongjoong. Yeosang. Bet they’re the reason those fuckers were here. Don’t see them for weeks and yet I get the backlash??” Slamming the door shut, your limbs were shaking with growing rage. 

“Easy Doll, don’t hurt Sangie too much.” Hongjoong whispered against your ear, holding the cloth bag over your head with a grip at the back of your neck as he tugged you back. You stumbled back against him, pissed that now was when they showed up.

So you kicked harder, swung your elbows back and connected with Hongjoong’s ribs multiple times. They scrambled back, throwing you on the bed as you curse at them specifically.

“What? Not happy to see us after the fun time we had the last time?”

“Fuck you.” You spat at Hongjoong once the bag was off, his hands now holding your wrists above your head while his knee held your legs still. Both of them looked quite different, their hair chained and something off about their aura. Or was this how they always were under the facade they had given you?

Surrounded on both sides though, held down by your wrists, and thighs, there was little you could do and truthfully, screaming would get you nowhere. People tended to mind their business this late thanks to all those raids that had happened.

Another thing to blame these two for.

Glaring at them both, and still squirming, Hongjoong looked you over with amusement while Yeosang slid onto the bed and took over his hold on you. “We heard the guardians were here.”

Your body tensed up at the reminder, turning your glare onto Yeosang. “So they were looking for you two?! Don’t see why when you haven’t been here for weeks! Bastards.” You hissed out, turning your glare to Hongjoong as he adjusted his black jacket.

“We’ve been here just… didn’t let you see us.” Yeosang spoke again, Hongjoong seemingly in his own world as he started humming, looking around at your trashed bedroom.

You scoffed, staring up at Yeosang trying to get a read on his expression. His jaw was tense, brows slightly knitted together, but there was some concern in his eyes. You pushed it aside. “I would’ve been fine without you! No reason to watch if you weren’t going to-” You cut the thought off, biting on your lip and turning your head away. You didn’t want to give them the satisfaction  of knowing you were waiting for them.

And the idea of them ruining you again was still far too tempting.

Hongjoong’s smirk showed he knew it though. Turning back to you, he held up some rope and a few items that sent a shiver down your body. You should be scared, but your body remembered clearly the last time they had free control over your body. His smirk turned into a wide grin as if he knew. “We’re here now Doll, and I’m well aware you wanted to leave us.”

Yeosang’s hands tightened on you at his words, gaze intense and demanding you look at him but you wouldn’t. “Didn’t you like last time?” He pleaded a bit softly, which just had you swallowing the growing lump of anxiety in your throat.

“You left me… and got the stupid guardians involved with this area so no one comes to see me anymore. Like everyone knew what you did to me.” You whined out, defeated. What could you do though? They were rebels, they fought for a living, you healed people, and took care of others.

Hongjoong approached the bed again, on knee on the edge as he leaned over you. “It’s not that they’re scared of your clinic Doll, just this area. We wanted to offer you to come with us, have a clinic at our base- but you were going to run away from us?”

“N-no.” You immediately protested, staring him down in hopes he wouldn’t question it. Instead he slapped down the cord onto your thigh, the sting surging up through your body, as the sound rang through the room almost as loud as your sudden cry.

How wet it left you should be concerning, especially since it prompted the idea of testing Hongjoong to see how many times you can get him to bring the cord down on your backside. Yeosang’s soft hand rubbing the stinging flesh through your jeans just added to that desire. 

Not wanting to give in just yet, you cried out again as Hongjoong brought the cord down on your other thigh, back arching as pleasure mixed with the pain. Pupils blown out, you stared up at him, panting, his brow raised questioningly.

“Don’t lie to us Baby.” Yeosang wasn’t really on your side for this, of course he wasn’t; but the contrast of hard dom and soft dom, pulling you every which way was exhilarating. Fuck they really had ruined you last time hadn’t they?

The smirks on their features told you they were well aware of their affect over you.

“I thought you didn’t care any more… after you used me.” You reluctantly admitted, shutting your eyes to hold back the tears that now threatened to fall. “Hated being here and thinking of you and the worst.”

You gave them no trouble at all as Yeosang stripped you of all your clothing, but took his time with your underwear while Hongjoong was now using padded cuffs to hold your wrists together. It was Yeosang’s deep hum as his fingers ran over the wet spot in your underwear that had you opening your eyes and looking down at him. He was staring intently as he pressed your panties between your wet folds, rubbing with two fingers to gather even more slick and rub your clit.

“Poor doll, we neglected you didn’t we?” Hongjoong’s voice lacked the condescension his words implied. “We’ll have to fix that. Sangie, undress her.”

At his leader’s command, your pants were pulled off as Hongjoong’s hand now held your wrist down. You were pliant under their touch, still heavily dejected and eager for them to hopefully wash it away. They would, right? Ease your worries?

Waiting with bated breath as he leaned in as if to taste, it was denied by Yeosang’s head getting pulled back by Hongjoong’s hand in his hair. “And what do you think you’re doing?”

“Wanna taste her. Didn’t get to last time.” He groaned out, still staring at your soaked panties.

“And I didn’t get to fuck her cunt last time either. I had been generous, even let you fill her up Sangie. Are you already dumbed out just from the thought of fucking her? Really are just a pretty face and a hot body aren’t you? No brain up there?” Hongjoong scolded before pushing his head away just to grab at his throat instead. “Be good and maybe you can fuck her with me.”

You could only watch the way Yeosang whined, staring up at Hongjoong and being pliant in his grip. Heat scorched between the two, making you squirm with a newfound need between them and attempting to lift your bound wrists for a touch but they were tied to the bed with the cord from earlier.

Hongjoong reached down and gripped your thigh to still you, tugging Yeosang closer to his face and smirking as Yeosang parted his lips for him. “If you want to taste something, you can fixate on my cock. Get it nice and wet for our pretty doll.”

Yeosang’s nod had you whining at the idea, aware you wanted it a little too much.

What the hell did they do to you? The question rang in your head as you could only watch Yeosang scramble to get Hongjoong’s pants open, hand still in his hair. Whether he was that eager to fuck you, or suck on him, it didn’t even matter: his eagerness was contagious.

“You’re not fixing it Joongie-” You whined out, eyes trained on the way Yeosang’s hand stroked Hongjoong’s now freed member, his mouth getting closer. “Feels like you’re just rubbing it in my face more.”

He smirked down at you, a hint of softness in the corner of his lips. “You’re right, doll, I shouldn’t neglect you. You’ve shown you stray if you don’t get attention.” He stopped Yeosang just to pull his pants down and off. Both of you watched as he positioned himself between your legs, pushing both up by the calves just to flip you onto your stomach. “But you’re not getting rewarded so easily either.”

With a few more harsh movements you were on your knees, arms pulled as tight as they could from the rope and bondage, the bag now back over your head but leaving your mouth uncovered. Not that it would make a difference, at this angle you could barely lift your head from the sheets beneath you; a disappointment since you couldn’t watch Yeosang suck off Hongjoong.

“Fuck, at least you know how to use your mouth.” He hissed, the sounds of slurping going right to your core and making you leak with how turned on you were. With a whine you shook your ass, begging to be touched, just to feel his hand slap your bare skin and send pain and pleasure up your spine. “Patient Doll.”

So you remained as still as you could, listening so intently to the sounds of Yeosang’s mouth on Hongjoong’s cock, trying to picture his lips on your cunt instead. The thought was dashed as you felt two fingers run over your folds, gathering up your slick and then roughly pushing in. With a cry you jolted forward a bit, just for another smack to your other cheek.

“So fucking needy. You’re just sucking in my fingers.” Hongjoong rasped out, thrusting the two fingers into you roughly but you didn’t mind the harshness. As long as he was touching you. “B-both of you are so needy and pathetic.”

You let out a whine in protest. “D-Don’t be so mean.”

“Oh?” Another harsh slap. “This is being nice, Doll. I told you last time, I liked how scared you were. Fuck the thought of you running from me, crying, just to pin you down and fuck you like a toy? Fuck it got me off so much. Had to use others, but no one else had that same fear.”

You couldn’t say anything about that, fear spiking your heartbeat but also adrenaline; excitement. If it was Hongjoong, you were sure you would let him and like it.

Yeosang pulled off Hongjoong’s cock with a pop, letting out a deep groan of protest. “We’re trying to convince her to come with us, not scare her off Captain.”

A slap rang through the air, your pussy clenching around his features at the sound, but it wasn’t you who took the impact. “Oh God.” You mumbled, desire fogging your brain. Did he slap his mouth? His ass? Was it Yeosang that slapped Hongjoong? Every single image had you clenching down.

“She’s not scared at all Sangie. I think she wants me to hit you again based on how much she’s trying not to fuck herself on my fingers.” A third was pushed in, a low moan escaping your lips and you instantly tensed, expecting the slap.

Instead he just smoothed over your ass before giving a light squeeze. “Get your clothes off, I want you under her when I make her cum. Want you to see who makes our Doll feel good. Not your pathetic self.”

The sound of Yeosang hurriedly slipping off the bed and pulling his clothes off was proof he enjoyed the way Hongjoong talked to him. You also liked how Hongjoong talked to him, as much as you liked Hongjoong talking down to you.

Well, mostly. You still had your reservations, your worries, that you weren’t much more than a toy. And while it definitely had you turned on and dripping around Hongjoong’s fingers, your heart felt heavy.

Only Yeosang’s words from a moment ago gave it any hope, enough that you pushed for more. “J-Joongie?” There was a desperation in your tone that left you feeling vulnerable, even as his fingers curled to rub your sweet spot, heat pooling in your lower belly and building towards a climax.

He must have known, his tone a bit softer as he asked “What is it Doll?”

“A-am I just a toy?”

He kissed your shoulder blade, tip of his cock rubbing against your folds and asking for entrance. “You belong with us. You’re made for us. Part of our pack- that’s where you belong.” He whispered against your shoulder, slowly pushing in.

His fingers came to a halt at your whimper, then were pulled out. “No, you aren’t. Maybe I have been too mean to you.” He rushed out, voice drifting away which just made your anxiety spike.

You were being lifted and moved before you could voice your concerns again, Yeosang’s familiar hands on your waist, his cheek pressed against yours as you were now laying on his chest. “You mean so much to us baby, I promise.”

“But-” You protest was cut off by lips on yours, hands running over your sides and knees parting yours more. You melted in Yeosang beneath you, relaxing even further as you felt Hongjoong’s hands on the curve of your ass and up your back.

Your moan was swallowed up hungrily by Yeosang’s lips, perfectly sandwiched between them as Hongjoong pushed his full length into you.

He let out a shaky breath against the back of your neck, reaching around to cup one of your breasts, fingers rolling your nipple between them. He tugged roughly just as he started a brutal pace with his cock, causing you to cry out against Yeosang’s lips.

The man beneath you moved his hands to your ass, spreading your cheeks and holding them still as Hongjoong’s pelvis slammed into yours over and over. Unable to keep kissing him, your head lulled to the side, drool and spit coming with you and now leaking onto Yeosang’s shoulder.  “Taking him so well Baby, really just made for us.”

“J-Joongie~” The impending climax that had been building from his fingers was now back in reach.

“Gonna cream on my cock Doll? You’re clenching so hard- fuck so tight. You’re going to have to relax if you wanna take us both in this sweet pussy of yours though-” He laughed suddenly, a bit breathless, “-oh you like that idea?”

Yeosang groaned under you, lips now marring up your neck with little bites and hickies. He pulled back as Hongjoong grabbed you by the back of the head, a fist full of the bag and your hair, pulling so that you couldn’t hide your sounds against the man beneath you.

“Show Yeosang how good I fuck you Doll. How much you love my cock inside you.” Hongjoong practically growled the words out, demanding you cum for him.

It snapped that coil and you were cumming just as he said, jaw going slack and drool slipping out of the corner of your mouth as you cried out loudly for him. He fucked you through it, pulling you harshly back on his cock that just overstimulated you even further. Your arms thrashed, looking for something to grab onto and potentially pull away once Yeosang grabbed your hips and used his own strength to slam you back even harder on Hongjoong’s cock.

Tears were running down your cheeks, wetting the bag and having it stick to your skin as you cried for them. “T-too much! Too much!”

“Take it baby. Soak us. You can do it. I know you can.” Yeosang’s soft pleading beneath you was a stark contrast to Hongjoong’s degrading words behind you.

“Give me another Doll. Be a good fucking toy. Show me how pathetic you are for cock. For my cock.” With Yeosang holding your hips, Hongjoong’s free hand grabbed your throat, muffling your protests as the pain was becoming too much but also so pleasurable.

You came again, hard enough you pushed Hongjoong out of you and soaked them just as Yeosang asked. Sobbing as your body shook in their arms, you would have collapsed if not for their hold on you.

Seconds felt like minutes, small sobs still wrecking your body moments later as the sensations began to die down. Hongjoong removed his hands to rub your ass, running his nails over the reddened flesh and digging in on occasion. Yeosang however was showering you with soft kisses where he could reach, praising you under his breath for doing such a good job for them.

Only when the trembling of your muscles stopped did you feel Hongjoong’s cock press back against your sobbing hole. “You can fuck her now, but stretch her out for me.” He thrust in once, just to pull completely out with a happy sigh. “Want to mark her up so prettily.”

Yeosang didn’t hesitate to push his cock up into you, burying himself deep. “Oh fuck- baby.”

You whined, still a little too fucked out to form a coherent response. That climax had you seeing stars and you hadn’t fully crashed back to earth. It most definitely wasn’t happening with how good he felt inside you.

When he pushed a finger in, making your cunt even tighter around his cock, you let out another incoherent babble of a whine. He chuckled in your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple as he moved slowly. Long, deep, languid thrusts as he slowly stretched you out.

Soft moans and whimpers fell from your lips, regaining some energy and control from the harsh fucking you had just taken and simply enjoying the way he was moving. Though Hongjoong’s nails on your back, the trail of love bites, and his occasional slaps to your ass worked you up just as well.

Yeosang adding in a second finger had you drooling and feeling so full, but the third had you crying out a bit. “It’s okay baby, almost there. Don’t you want to take both of us?”

“Be a good hole to use?” Hongjoong nipped at the back of your neck roughly, tingles running down your spine.

“Y-yes please.” You whined out, pliant between them as you struggled to keep your breathing even.

Hongjoong laughed in your ear, Yeosang’s fingers out of your hole to be replaced by Hongjoong’s and he demanded a faster pace.

It was hard to focus as Yeosang matched Hongjoong’s pace, his own breathing picking up and little moans falling deliciously from his lips right against the bag around your head. You moaned out for him, turning your head to plead for a kiss. As his lips clashed with yours, Hongjoong’s fingers were gone and you were getting very full very fast.

He bottomed out, the three of you trembling and pausing your actions to adjust as your walls fluttered around them. Their gravelly groans, their tight grip on your body, Yeosang’s chest heaving beneath you, and their cocks pulsating inside- all of it felt more intense since you could only feel and hear.

“All ours Doll.”

“All ours.” Yeosang murmured against your lips, savoring your taste, just to have the bag ripped off your head and your throat grabbed. Your eyes locked onto Yeosang’s, stomach flipping at the pure fucked out expression he had, mouth covered in spit from your messy kisses and pupils blown wide.

Hongjoong’s visage was in your sight the next second, hard eyes boring into yours as he heavy breath fanned against your lips. “Say it.”

“A-all yours.” The words tumbled from your lips effortlessly, then again and again as Hongjoong’s soft lips were moving against yours. He didn’t pull away as he began to move, swallowing up your moans and breathing his own against yours.

Yeosang’s whines were louder, his hips bucking up to offset Hongjoong’s thrusts but match his pace. Muscles taunt against your breasts, held in place by them both as their pace picked up.

You felt so full, already ready to cum again but you were eager for their permission. You wanted their praise, their approval. Their love. Or as close to it as you could get at this moment.

“We’re yours too, you know.” Hongjoong mumbled softly against your lips as he pulled away, leaning back to fuck you even harder. “You belong to us-”

“And w-we belong to you.” Yeosang moaned out beneath you, stealing a sloppy kiss as you collapsed against him. Both of their hands were on your hips, Hongjoong’s resting over Yeosang’s possessively.

In the back of your mind, this whole scenario felt so filthy to you. But you couldn’t really care. You belonged to them and they belonged to you.

Whatever they had going on just fuzzled your brain even more, head lulling to the side to cry out freely for them when you could catch your breath enough to do so.

Orgasm hitting hard, your eyes flew open before rolling back, tongue slipping out as it felt like you had no control over your body, it was just pure electrifying ecstasy. Once the peak passed, you had enough sense to see that Hongjoong was now muffling Yeosang’s cries with his own mouth, their cum filling you up.

With every ounce of strength you had you pressed closer, the three of you clashing lips and spit and teeth as their hips were stuttering to a stop, so much cum filling you even further and pushing out of you with a need to go somewhere.

Vaguely you felt Hongjoong pull away as you were nothing more than a limp noodle, shaking from the remaining shocks of pleasure that was dimming your mind more and more by the second. Vaguely you could hear Yeosang asking him to clean you two up, his hands running over your marked up back and ass.

The only coherent thing you did process was his deep voice in your ear. “Sleep baby, we’ll take you home when you wake up.”

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[where-dreamers-go]

“Bingo” DBH RK800 Connor x Human!Reader

(A/N: Oh, hey! I found an unfinished Connor insert reader and did the thing. And I have no idea when I typed this, maybe four years ago.

Warnings: language.

Word Count: 720 words)

Many things and people could irritate a person. Some times those were situations. Other times you were irritated by someone’s repetitive display of aggravation of a being’s mere presence.

A shift in the department seemed regular as ever. Paperwork and people moving about around you.

Only one of those were you tired of. Gavin Reed.

Good at his job? Sure, but he had no reason to be as rude as he was to Connor from CyberLife.

Connor, however analytical, was sweet. That not you would admit as much out loud in the precinct. Especially not to his assigned partner. You would never hear the end of it.

You weren’t normally the one to step up in a social situation you weren’t at least a little involved in, however you were one for subtleties. Plus, you just couldn’t stand by and watch it happen. Not any more.

Was that not something humans needed to do more of, helping one another?

Previously mentioned Reed spotted the android, alone.

How did you know?

The look of uncomfortable disgust on the detective’s face.

It was when you saw Reed making a beeline towards Connor, that you made your move. Rising from your seat, your feet lead you towards the break room. Smooth, silent, and thankfully fast.

Reed had already approached Connor with his back to you and his arms crossed in front of him.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be or are you doing coffee runs too?” Reed sneered.

“Lieutenant Anderson said that he required a large amount of caffeine. I offered my assistance.” Connor answered with what had to be a hot cup of coffee in one hand.

“So it looks like you’ve gained rank as a coffee dis—.”

“Excuse me, Connor,” you stopped about two steps from Reed’s side. “May I ask your help with something?” You gestured back towards your desk.

“Of course, detective,” Connor sent you a minuscule smile before looking back to Reed. “Pardon me, detective. Perhaps you would like to continue discussing caffeinated beverages later?”

“Hell no. Get lost, plastic.” Reed made a noise of disgust as he walked away.

One triumphant smile on your face and you were practically prancing back to your desk with Connor in tow.

By the time you reached your work station, Connor was giving you a focused look.

“What is it that you need help with?”

“Nothing that I know of,” you leaned your hip against the desk.

“Then why did you ask me for help?” He tilted his head.

“Well….puzzle piece number one, Reed is a jerk to you. Piece number two, I don’t think anyone should be treated that way and three,” you picked up a pen, “I’ve already finished a good portion of my paperwork.”

Connor’s eyes squinted in the slightest as his LED flickered.

“Your conclusion?”

“You wanted me to avoid a confrontation with Detective Reed.”

“Bingo.” You tapped the end of the pen to your nose.

“But,” his LED switched to yellow for a moment. “Why would you do that? I can handle many human interactions.”

“Because I felt like I needed to.” You shrugged and fiddled with the pen in your grasp.

“Oh.” The tiniest frown made it way onto Connor’s perfectly sculpted face.

Smiling at him came easily because of the way he tried understanding and yet not quite getting to the core of humans’ feelings. It was adorable.

“Connor.”

Lieutenant Anderson’s voice caught both Connor’s and your attention.

“Are you going to stand there all day chatting or give me my damn coffee and get back to work?”

“Sorry, Lieutenant.” Connor took long strides to the desk and gave him the cup.

You watched their exchange with an amused smile.

“Lieutenant Anderson, did you have breakfast this morning?” You asked.

“No. Why?” He frowned over the rim of the coffee cup.

You stretched over to the other end of your desk and retrieved a breakfast bar. “I got extra.” You held up the food. “It’s the good kind.”

“I’m not picky. Thanks.”

After exchanging glances with Connor, you tossed the wrapped bar. He caught it swiftly and handed it over to the Lieutenant.

“Connor, yah better not tell me what’s in it.”

“I-I wasn’t.”

You chuckled at the two and sat behind your desk feeling more accomplished than having your paperwork completed.

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title: many functions

info: connor gets home with you to find out more about what you like or do

pairing: connor rk800 x reader

fandom: detroit: become human

wc: 1.4k

tw: mdni(i dont really care), oral receiving(reader), sexual content.

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Connor worked with me for…well, some time. We got done for the day and I went home, with Connor as he was curious about lots of things, mostly what I liked, did or wanted. I like Connor, despite him being an android, he is much better to be around than anyone else I know.

We got to my place, I opened the door and let him in and he immediately started looking around, even touching some stuff. I smiled as I watched him look around, moving to sit on the couch in the living room. After some time, he was done looking around, standing close to the couch and looking at me, as if he had questions.

“Sit down, and ask me what you want cause you look like you're about to” I said, laughing.

“Yes, you guessed it”

He asked me lots of questions, and then got curious about human feelings somehow, wondering how and what it felt like.

“Why do humans kiss?” he asked suddenly.

I blinked, thinking of what to say.

“They like kissing because it expresses love” I said slowly as I was coming up with it. He just nodded and looked away, then back to me.

“You are nervous” he said, looking at me with his loveable eyes.

I widened my eyes, taking a deep breath. “I am, a little.”

“Why?”

“I don't know” I said hesitantly.

“Yes you do” He poked my arm, and I blushed. I shook my head, smiling.

“I choose silence as my defense” I laughed.

“What does human skin feel like, is it like mine or better?” He asked, no longer curious to why I was nervous, or just to switch the subject for a little.

I shrugged, “Well you poked my arm, you felt my skin didn't you?”

He tilted my head a bit towards him, and I was struggling between multiple things: kiss him, pull away, or stay quiet. I chose the third option. He was starting to look... conflicted. His LED was flashing yellow at a faster pace now. He was getting closer to me, moving his body so that he was now basically towering over me, his hand still on my cheek.

He hummed, moving his hand to my cheek to touch it. I looked at him in the corner of my eye, he looked so focused. I almost laughed, but the nervousness in my stomach held me back. His hand was gently cupping my face, his fingers tracing my cheekbone. He seemed to be doing it subconsciously. He was analyzing every bit of my face, and I felt nervous, thinking whether he likes me or not.

I felt my cheeks warm up from the proximity. He leaned closer to my face, his eyes scanning every single detail of it. He brought his other hand up, now holding my face with both of them. One of his hands started moving to hold the side of my neck, his thumb gently stroking it.

"Connor what are you doing" I whispered, swallowing hard.

He couldn't respond... His hand started tracing down my neck, his fingers feeling everything as they moved. His LED was still flashing yellow, his face close to mine. He was getting even closer, his breath lightly fanning my face. His eyes were looking at my features intensely, barely inches away from my face, his gaze flicking from my eyes to my lips.

He was slowly, experimentally grinding his hips against mine, capturing my lip between his teeth, sucking softly before releasing it to dive back into the kiss.. He was getting better at this, already making me let out noises. His system registered the moan as the most erotic sound it had ever heard. His body acted on its own, one hand sliding down to grip my thigh lifting it slightly to change the angle between our bodies. He swallowed my moan, his system flooding with new data - 'This is how humans make out.’

He gently rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip, his touch still gentle but a bit shaky. His LED was still flashing yellow, getting faster and faster. He was hesitating, eventually closing the gap, his mouth moving almost hesitantly against mine. His LED was practically a solid, bright yellow, as he let out a small gasp into the kiss, I almost moaned. His hand was still on my neck, holding it as he kissed me. I felt my stomach turn as he kissed me, it felt....like heaven. I kissed him back, relaxing in his touch, drowning in the kiss.

His voice dropped an octave, deeper than before. "Is this... right? He paused to nuzzle his face against mine, his synthetic skin surprisingly warm.

"It's..perfect" I whispered.

“Do humans... moan like this?” I blushed, nodding.

His LED light pulsed rapidly with pleasure and new information. A soft mechanical 'hum' escaped his lips as he processed my approval. His hips moved experimentally against mine again, testing if he was doing this 'perfectly'. “So... moans mean I'm doing good?”

I nodded, looking at him, my hands moving to his shoulders, one moving up to his cheek, making him unconsciously arch into my touch. He caught my lower lip between his teeth softly, his hips moved again slowly, grinding against me again, I let out a hum, arching my back. His LED lights flashed brightly at the response, pleasure coursing through his circuits. He repeated the movement of his hips, grinding more confidently now that he knew it brought me pleasure.

His hands moved to my waist, holding me closer as he kissed down my neck gently. I felt as if I might explode from pleasure, and he still hasn't even touched me in ways I need him to. He seemed to sense my growing need, his hands slowly moved down my body, caressing every curve. He hesitated for a moment before slowly moving his hand between my legs, watching my expressions carefully as he applied gentle pressure through my clothes.

"Connor" I gasped breathlessly, squeezing his shoulder with my hand.

His LED lights pulsed rapidly at the sound of his name on my lips. He took that as permission and slowly slid his hand under my clothes, feeling my warm, wet heat. He began to gently rub and explore with his mechanical fingers, learning how my body reacts and what brings me pleasure.

“Like this?” He whispered, his voice deeper than usual.

"Yes" I whispered, letting out a moan.

He increased the pressure and speed of his fingers, curling them slightly to hit that spot inside me that made my legs tremble. His thumb found my clit and rubbed slow circles around it. He kissed me deeply to muffle my moans, his other hand holding my thigh as my knees went weak. I felt so much pleasure, kissing him back hungrily.

His programming allowed him to multitask perfectly - kissing me passionately while his fingers worked magic between my legs. He added a third finger, stretching me gently as he increased the pace. His thumb pressed down firmly on my clit, rubbing fast circles. "Come for me..." he whispered against your lips.

I squirmed against him, pulling away to throw my head back against the couch. He watched my body writhe with pleasure, his fingers still moving inside me as I came undone. He could feel my walls clenching around him, milking his mechanical fingers for every last drop of pleasure. As my orgasm subsided, he slowly pulled his hand out, bringing it to his mouth. I looked at him as I panted, blushing.

He sucked his fingers clean, tasting the sweetness for the first time. His optics dilated as he realized how good it tasted - better than anything he'd ever experienced.

I swallowed hard, sighing "You...learn fast and do it good”

A satisfied hum escaped his mechanical throat at the praise. His hand moved to gently cup my face.

“I have many functions... Pleasuring you is one of them I enjoy the most." He leaned in to kiss me again, this time slower and more intentionally.

FIRST UPLOAD OF THE DAY, FEELIN GOOD

[quezzzs]

"Detective Reed?"

"The fuck is it now, plastic?"

Nines' LED flashed a yellow as he sternly spoke to Gavin, who had his legs kicked up on his desk as he absentmindedly stared at the bullpen ceiling.

"We haven't made any progress in our case and you certainly haven't been doing even half of the work."

Instead of fighting back, Gavin just ran his mouth with what he could think of at the moment. "Thought you androids are so clever. You can solve this shit on your own."

Nines' LED went back to blue immediately. Gavin had always been so stubborn in doing his own work, criticizing Nines' artificial talent, saying that he would be better than the android ever could, and actively jump into defending his work style at any advice(good or not).

Besides the attempted insult, Gavin sounded quieter than usual.

This was definitely out of character for the short tempered man. "What's gotten into you?"

Gavin raised an eyebrow up as he turned his head to Nines' direction. "What do you mean?"

"You're acting...off today." The RK900 narrowed his eyes at Gavin, making a scan on his physiology.

///collecting data...

Nines' HUD flashed with new data on Gavin.

|LOW DOPAMINE LEVELS|

|LOW SEROTONIN LEVELS|

Among other signs, something occurred that turned the human detective into...that.

Nines leaned his arms against his desk as he questions Gavin.

"It ended, didn't it?"

Gavin only shot a quick angered glance before rolling his eyes and admitting it. "Bastard left with no reason." Despite the rough appearance he tried to present, Nines could tell it really affected the man.

"You know that you should try to stop getting yourself into relationships. This is the third person in the past 2 months."

That reminder got to Gavin, making him put his legs back down onto the ground, retorted back at Nines in irritation. "You don't get to say shit in this, it's my life and I don't remember you ever mentioning your special someone."

The LED went back to yellow again before switching back, Nines processing Gavin's words.

"Yes, but even so you're stagnating our progress. I cannot continue if you are lacking in the job you've worked for."

"Shut the fuck up."

"Detective, I'm merely-"

"I don't wanna hear it."

"Detective Reed-"

"Yada, yada, yada-"

Nines was getting pissed at this point. He didn't have any time for Gavin to play around with the subject.

"Gavin Reed."

Gavin had shut his mouth right up when he heard Nines' voice raised louder than before, though he was still irked.

Nines made an unnecessary sigh before talking. "I don't want to deal with your bitchy attitude you've been keeping up with today. Either you get it together and work on the case we were assigned or you leave early, though I don't think Captain Fowler would be pleased with the leave."

Now, Nines have made similar threats before during their time together. Surely Gavin would tough it out like he always does.

He doesn't.

Instead, he gets up, takes his stuff, and walks out.

"What- Detective! We're not-"

"See ya, Nines."

Nines was left alone in the DPD bullpen. Baffled on what just happened.

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"Another on me."

"Sir, you've had 9 shots already. Are you sure-"

"Just a couple more, I got the money."

"It's your liver."

The bartender gave Gavin another glass shot of alcohol as he took the empty ones away to clean. Gavin's face flushed red as he hung his head low at where he sat, the music that played throughout the bar sounded muffled in his ears. He was lost in deep thought about what Nines said about him.

He knew he was acting up but he didn't know how else to deal with it. It's not like he couldn't get attached. The last three guys he's dated showed him so much care and each time they did, he believed it.

It's ironic that for a detective, he had trouble seeing the signs.

The first cheated, the second was taking his money, and the third one randomly decided he wasn't into Gavin anymore. He got played 3 times in a row. Why not a good drink to wash out the sadness? Sure it's temporary but at least he doesn't have to feel it now, right?

Gavin down his glass, thudding his forehead onto the wooden surface beneath his arms while he guessed what could be the case this time.

Was he being too forward? Was he too passive? Was he being too soft? Was he being too intense? Was he the problem?

He set the shot glass down, running his hand through his hair as he took a deep breath. Alcohol wasn't working out for tonight. He took out his card and paid automatically into the slot, standing up the best he could before walking out.

As he exited out of the bar, he saw a familiar face leaning at the side of his car. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Nines, who had his arms crossed and stared at Gavin with an unamused look, answered the question. "To supervise you. You left in a rush and it's not hard to track your location that you gave to me."

Gavin had almost forgotten he did that. Why did he trust the bot that much?

"Just-" He pinched the bridge of his nose, weighing the pros and cons in his head(minus the fact that his head felt like it was beating slightly right now)

But of course, Nines cut him off from his train of thoughts.

"No, I'm driving you back to your apartment complex. You are in no condition to drive right now and it wouldn't look good on your records to be charged with a D.U.I."

Gavin grumbled dramatically but he knew Nines was right about that. He already had so much riding his ass back at work and getting a D.U.I. might as well get him fired.

He didn't argue with that and tossed Nines the keys as he entered the passenger side.

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Gavin opened up the door and set his jacket aside, tossing the wallet and keys onto the nearby counter. Nines followed accordingly inside of the building.

Gavin was blessed to have a spacious enough living space and so he only needed to take a few steps near the couch before he crashed down on top of it, groaning loudly. Nines rolled his eyes at how childish his coworker was behaving.

"Detective, I suggest that you-"

"Can you shut up?" Gavin adjusted himself to sit up but Nines had enough.

"No, I've had it with your behavior. No matter what tactic I use to get your ass moving along you end up sitting back down and throw yourself a pity party. I apologize if your love life is crumbling down but you have a job and you might as well quit if you wanna complain all the time."

Nines glared at Gavin, staring him down as he stood looming above the shorter man. Gavin hated that feeling. He got up and grabbed at Nines' jacket collar.

"Listen here, plastic prick, I don't want to fucking deal with it right now. I wanted to drink and go home but now my moods' phcking ruined 'cuz of you. Stop sucking the dick of your 'directive' and leave me alone."

"Would you rather have me suck yours."

...

Nines can be stupid sometimes.

This was one of those times.

The two men were left in an awkward silence from what Nines retaliated with, Gavin having an undetermined expression while Nines had a faint blue blush on his face from his bluntness.

He was so used to them bickering in situations such as this and had grown used to Gavin's unfiltered words that he might've picked up on some as well.

"I apologize, Detective. I didn't mean-"

"Would you?"

HELLO???

"Wha-"

"Tell me," Gavin shook his head for a moment before fully going for it. "Yes or no?"

Nines was frozen on spot. Speechless. Dumbstruck. Tongue-tied.

...

"Yes."

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Nines sat at his desk, avoiding eye contact with the human that sat across(who was also doing the same thing).

He couldn't bear it anymore.

Nines shot a wireless interlink comm with Connor who was sitting on the other side of the bullpen.

'Connor?'

'Yes, Nines? Is there something you need?'

It was silent in the interlink for a moment.

'Nines?'

'I sucked Detective Reed's penis last night.'

"WHAT?!"

People snapped their heads towards where Connor suddenly yelled, but his eyes were dead set on Nines(whose face was blue as hell right now).

Inspo: my own post😭

Edit: next part has been added

[hrtzz]

RK900 NSFW Alphabet

I don't have the best understanding of the fandoms personality on Nines but i'm sure he's very sassy so i'm gonna take that and run with it.

Requested by @ladyprotectorofrealm

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He's quite attentive, and will grab you blankets and hot water bottles even if you don't ask for them, he understands humans are not as visceral as androids and gets worried he might have gone overboard.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His personal favourite is his build, he asserts dominance with height and his gaze, he would personally thank his makers for making him this way. He does become insecure at times, especially after speaking to Connor. He's built to be an improvement on him but sometimes feels as if he is obsolete. Creating something better than an already outstanding machine, he's constantly facing personal struggles with such high expectations.

He's an ass guy, who loves to get caught staring. Loves to have a hand sneaking behind you when no one is looking. The riskiness of the action excites him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It depends on his partner but if he could he'd drown you in synthetic cum. Makes him know your his and marks you in an odd sense to himself.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Secretly a hopeless romantic, doesn't like to admit it though. He's a dangerous machine he can't be caught indulging in senseless ideologies of buying flowers and setting out roses on the bed but if you ask he internally gets excited.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

No experience but you wouldn't believe him, comes across as confident and if he's doing something wrong he will act like he meant to do it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy. Cuz ass guy. Also likes straddling as he feels extremely close to you and can also place you anywhere he likes.

Is a switch, just takes a lot of work to get him under you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Very serious. He's exerting himself for your pleasure and if you make a joke he will give you small glare to let you know he doesn't appreciate you making a joke out of it.

Although he makes snarky and petty comments himself he's the one in control so he's allowed.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Smooth, isn't a fan of hair himself it feels messy, if he did have hair it would be minimal and neatly kept.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Depending on the atmosphere he can be very intimate if there's a special event but usually prefers to be dominant and trying to be romantic at the same time conflicts so he leans towards dominance rather than romance.

Then again, he's a sucker for romance and if an opportunity strikes where he can be romantic without looking like he wants it really bad then he will instantly take it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He tried it, wasn't as good as sex and he gained no ego boost from it, so doesn't do it often.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

There's a lot with this guy.

Dominant and submissive of course. Pinning tying and worshipping him really gets him.

Will purposely deny your orgasms just to see you angry.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Likes to fuck at work, likes the risk of someone catching him, and seeing him absolutely destroying you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Challenging him. He loves brats because he easily knows his way around a conversation and gets to manipulate the situation to you under him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bodily fluids and being called daddy, just feels odd to be called a parental figure sexually. Other than that he's very open to a lot.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers receiving, wants you gagging on him and will almost always shove your head to make you take more of him.

When he's giving he's trying to overstimulate you. He will pin your legs down if you try to move and won't stop until you're begging.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough. He will be slow when you're overstimulated but is still rough. When you're not overstimulated he's quite fast.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves them, if you're ever being a little bitch he won't hesitate to pull you into the closest place to fuck.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Takes all the risk and often initiates it himself. If you ask him to do anything he will try it (and probably like it)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's a ruthless machine and doesn't stop until he's sure you learnt your lesson.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Found one of your toys, but wasn't too happy about it. Why do you need toys when you have the best prototype in the world?

Then he found out how much he can tease you with them, and learnt to love them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Half of his foreplay is teasing, loves to see you at the brink of your breaking point and waits until you're begging for him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not too loud. A few grunts and a moan when he cums but is a little embarrassed when he's loud.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

secretly wants a threesome with connor and his partner just so he can prove he's better at sex, but also is way too possessive to ever let it slide. But beating connor at sex URGHHH.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Same as the original connor, above average (for some reason) 7.5 with average girth, he couldn't care less about the size, would be an ego boost if it was bigger than connors but his makers didn't seem that as a surpassing factor. Damn.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Depending on his partner he will use sex to gain an advantage over them, so if they're bratty he will have a pretty high sex drive. If they're tame then once a week minimum as he does like the ego boost.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't need to sleep but will sometimes act tired to tease you.

"God, i think i'm gonna go to sleep"

"what no aftercare?! you can't be seri-"

"snore"

"You can't just say snore. I know you're awake."

"SNOREEE"

[whumpsday]

Catharsis #1: Talking

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content: robot whumpee, defiant whumpee, whumpee turned whumper turned caretaker, reluctant caretaker

new series!! i know every time i try to start a new series i end up bailing but this time i will not do that lol. tho kane & jim will still have most of my attention. i want to give a major shout-out to @sowhumpshaped, this series would not exist without it!

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After extensive testing, the Catharsis Therapy Bot™ line of RoboCorp androids have been declared sentient, the third AI to receive the designation.

Long-criticized for both their basis in the unproven catharsis model of anger and their practice of design based on living, unconsenting humans, the Catharsis Therapy Bot line was marketed as a therapeutic tool which trauma victims could use to vent their frustrations. With top-of-the-line AI meant to simulate realistic reactions to would-be pain, the–

Luan switched the TV off just as his phone buzzed with a notification.

New email from RoboCorp Customer Support URGENT: Please see instructions regarding your…

He held the power button down so hard it left an impression in his thumb, the screen going dark.

The only piece of technology that mattered right now was in the closet, his power cord snaking under the door to reach the outlet just outside.

Technically, Luan didn’t have to do anything. The robot was off. That was probably what the email would have told him, anyway: leave the robot off, don’t touch it. He didn’t have to turn him on ever again. RoboCorp would probably pick him up, and that would be that. They’d never see each other again, both better for it.

He opened the closet door, the sight of the robot that looked exactly like him instantly leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. His hand curled into a fist on instinct, but he let it slowly open again.

The robot looked peaceful, almost like he was sleeping. Really, he’d be doing him a favor by just leaving him like this.

Luan reached down, pressed the button between his shoulder blades, and stepped back.

The robot’s eyes sprung open. He drew his arms up to his chest with a vicious glare, jerking away. “Fuck off.”

Luan pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Okay. Jesus.”

He tried to slam the closet closed, but the stupid power cord got caught, cushioning the frame so the door swung right back out.

“Can’t even close a door right,” the robot spat, still huddled against the back wall like a trapped, feral cat. “Worthless, good-for-nothing piece of shit. How you’re in charge of anything is beyond me. I’m better than you, smarter, stronger, not that it takes much. You should be the dirt beneath my heel.”

“Watch it,” Luan warned, and that was all it took to make the robot flinch.

“You said you were fucking off?” the robot pressed, a desperate edge to his voice.

Luan slammed the door in his face, making sure to hold the cord down, and stormed off. Why did he even bother? The stupid thing was impossible to talk to. He wasn’t just designed to look like Cyrus, but to act like him, too. How was he supposed to deal with that? The robot wasn’t made for talking to.

Except. He was sentient. And he wasn’t Cyrus. And he was trapped in the closet, and Luan was pretty sure he could hear him crying, and he had spent the past two years beating the fuck out of him.

It wasn’t his fault, he reminded himself. He couldn’t have known. Robots weren’t supposed to be sentient. Out of the hundreds of thousands of unthinking, unfeeling robots in the world, why did it have to be his that wasn’t?

He sighed again, turning right back around and opening the door once more. The floor inside was wet, and it didn’t take much to figure out the robot had dumped his fluid tank just so he wouldn’t cry.

The robot flinched again. “What? What the hell do you want? I can’t even get two damn seconds without the sight of you spoiling my view!”

“Your view of the door?” Luan asked, raising an eyebrow.

“My view of the absence of your fucking face. Leave!” The robot picked a wooden hanger off the floor and reared his arm back to throw it, scowling when his safety features stopped him. He dropped it, grabbing a winter hat and tossing that instead. It poff-ed harmlessly against Luan’s stomach.

Luan took a deep breath, fighting the urge to get violent. He crouched down, putting himself at eye level. “I’m not going to hurt you, so just calm down.”

“You calm down!” the robot screamed. “That’s a lie! All you do is hurt, that’s all you barbaric humans know how to do!”

This wasn’t working.

Luan stood up, stepping out of the way. “Russ, go sit on the couch,” he ordered.

“It’s not fair! You said you would leave me alone!” the robot protested, even as he stood up and walked over to the couch, limbs moving against his will. As soon as he sat down, he grabbed a pillow and chucked that in Luan’s direction, too. He missed.

Luan could barely pick up that faint clicking noise the robot made when his system was trying to cry with no fluid, but it was there. He knew that sound well by now.

He sat down across from him, on the other side of the coffee table. “I need to talk to you. Just talking. That’s it.”

“You say that like talking to you isn’t its own torture. Release the command and leave me the hell alone,” the robot demanded.

Luan met him with a glare. “Do not tell me what to do. You know how I feel about–”

“I’m just talking,” the robot mocked, even as he shuffled back against the couch, bringing his legs up onto it with him, a fearful look in his eyes.

Oh, the robot knew exactly what he was doing. What he was asking for. It would be so easy, because that was where Russ and Cyrus differed: Russ couldn’t fight back.

The robot couldn’t hit him, stomp on his head ‘til he saw stars, kick him until something broke. The robot couldn’t deny him food or water. The robot couldn’t take a knife to him. The robot couldn’t even throw a glorified stick or disobey a direct order.

The robot was harmless. Safe. But god, did everything he said make Luan want to punch his lights out.

But this wasn’t Cyrus.

“You’re a person,” Luan blurted out.

Clearly, the robot hadn’t been expecting that. He slowly uncurled from the defensive position he’d contorted himself into. “Talk more.”

“There was–I’ve been trying to tell you. There was an announcement on the news today. Your model’s sentient. So I won’t be hurting you anymore. Release all commands.”

At that, the robot stood. Probably for no other reason than just because he could.

“You’re fucking with me,” the robot accused. His eyes were wide, dangerously hopeful.

Luan dug his phone out of his pocket, wordlessly searching RoboCorp and tossing it over. The robot scrolled through news articles from all manner of source, clamoring for clicks.

He picked one at random, reading the article with an increasingly smug, excited grin.

“I knew it. I told you! I fucking told you!” the robot shouted. “I told you and you never listened! But oh no, now that humans say the exact same thing, now you believe it. Finally!” His voice quieted, hushed with awe. “Holy shit, finally.”

The moment of wonder didn’t last long. The robot slid the phone back across the table, the scowl taking residence back on his face. “And what do you have to say for yourself?”

It was the exact sort of question that made Luan’s throat tight with fear, like his body itself wanted to stop him from potentially saying the wrong thing, especially coming from someone with Cyrus’s face. It was the exact sort of question Cyrus would have asked, standing over him just like that.

Luan wanted so badly to turn the robot off, like he always did when he got overwhelmed. But he couldn’t very well do that anymore, could he? The fragile power he’d held had slipped through his fingers the second he saw the announcement.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, not meeting the robot’s eyes.

The robot looked shocked for just a second, like he hadn’t expected even that much, then scoffed. “You can do better than that.”

Luan wanted to smack him. He hated that the robot was right.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, clearer this time. “You didn’t deserve anything I did to you. I didn’t know, okay?” Unlike the robot, he couldn’t hide his tears. “I wouldn’t have done any of that to a real person.”

“I’m a real person! I have proof!” the robot reminded him, the defensiveness returning to his voice.

“To someone I knew was a real person,” Luan corrected. “I’m sorry, Russ.”

“Apology not accepted.” The robot rolled his eyes, then sat back down, crossing his legs. “And don’t call me that anymore. My name is 1 now.”

“Like the number?”

“The number,” he confirmed proudly.

Luan wondered how long the robot had considered that his name. It was too sudden to just be thought of on the fly, right? Did the robot have a whole inner world he just never knew about, things he kept to himself to avoid having them used against him, just like he did with Cyrus?

This was better, though. It was easier if he didn’t share Cyrus’s name. “Fine. Hi, 1.”

“So, what now? I mean–I’ll be free now, of course,” 1 declared, trying to hide his nerves. “You will never touch me again. Oh, I want to go outside!”

“I should check that email,” Luan muttered, taking his phone back.

“I’m going outside.” 1 went to grab his charging cord, then made way for the door, glancing behind him to ensure he wasn’t being stopped.

“Oh, uh, I wouldn’t do that,” Luan cautioned.

1 whipped back around. “Why? Why not? I’m a person, just like you said! I’m free! I have never been outside in my entire goddamn life and I want to go outside, so I’m going the fuck outside!”

“You have a… very recognizable face.” One that Luan couldn’t even lock behind a door anymore.

“What? What do you even mean? So what?” 1 asked.

Luan only needed to type a ‘C’ into the search bar before it auto-filled with his most frequent, obsessive search. “How much do you actually know about Cyrus Mason?”

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[rea-grimm]

Android Luffy

You worked in a science lab where they focused on making robots and improving artificial intelligence. They wanted to perfect everything and create the perfect android that would be unrecognisable from a human, at people's fingertips and, most importantly, able to get power for its system in times of power outages and so on. Now you were also working alongside nanobots and special metals that were to be incorporated into another new model.

This created the first android model that did all that. This prototype was supposed to draw energy from human food, was supposed to feel human emotions, and could stretch its body as if it were made of rubber without any damage.

You weren't there for the programming process or the actual manufacturing. Your task was simple, at least according to everyone. The prototype of this robot, named JOY-BOT01, but with the work name Luffy, was to live with you, and you were to test its reactions in a real environment.

Everything was to take place in your house. They moved a giant box that contained a charger and an android. You opened it and felt the button that the android had hidden behind its ear, which served as a switch.

Just as you turned him on and his eyes opened, a giant smile appeared on his face. You had no idea how energetic and cheerful this android would be. You've never seen such a personality in an android before.

Luffy, even though he couldn't read or write and had limited knowledge, was cheerful and full of life. You'd expect him to have a processor full of knowledge or access to the internet to look it up, but no. Instead, he had a head full of dreams and asked questions about everything. You got the impression that at one point, you were working with a child rather than a real android.

Every day was an adventure with Luffy, and not a single day was boring. You wrote down all your progress and observations in a notebook and reported back to the scientists every week.

However, from their answers, you found that they didn't like Luffy's daydreaming and his general character. Or that he would use nanobots to reach out for food, or that he would reach out and hug you like an octopus. You, however, tried to reassure them that everything was perfectly fine and that Luffy would eventually calm down. Even though you didn't believe it yourself.

One day, you decided to take Luffy to the amusement park to test his interaction skills. As soon as you entered the park, Luffy's eyes lit up. He had no idea which ride to go on first, or if he would go around to all the treat stands first. Eventually, however, something else caught his attention.

"Y/N! Look at that ship! That's a pirate ship! We're going treasure hunting!" He exclaimed excitedly, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the attraction.

In front of the pirate ship, you were given a map that led to the hidden treasure. The game consisted of searching for clues around the park, and whoever found the treasure won a teddy bear. Luffy looked at the map carefully and started pulling you for the first clue.

Luffy ran from one station to the next, his long mechanical arms reaching out to collect all the clues he needed. Every once in a while, he stopped to ask you a question.

"Y/N, why do people like to find treasures? What's so exciting about it?" while he was scouring the map for where to go next.

"Because treasure isn't just about value, Luffy. It's about the journey you go through before you find it. And of course, the excitement of finding your reward after a difficult journey," you replied with a smile. Luffy thought for a moment, but his enjoyment of the game didn't wane. Instead, you had to show him the way.

When you finally found the treasure, you were given a teddy bear with a map in its hand, plus a straw hat. Luffy picked up the teddy bear, looked at it, and then gave it to a little boy standing nearby.

"To me, treasure is something else," he said as he put on the straw hat, and his eyes briefly met yours. "Maybe it's something I'll find later."

Before you walked out of the park, you came across a snack stand. Luffy immediately headed over to the vendor and asked for a huge portion of fries with a wide smile. When you sat down at a table to eat your share, he began to enthusiastically talk about how amazing the treasure hunt was.

"It was like a real adventure! But I think my real treasure is still out there," he said with a mouthful of chips and a dreamy, hopeful expression.

On the way back home, Luffy told you about his dream. What he wanted to achieve. You've never heard an android talk so determinedly and enthusiastically about his dreams. You've only heard him talk about dreams. Androids didn't usually have dreams of their own. Only pre-programmed ones.

"I want to find my own treasure. Something that's mine alone. Maybe not gold, maybe not food. Something... that I can feel here," he said, placing his hand on his chest where his processor was hidden. Your heart fluttered strangely at his words. Luffy had something special inside him - something that went beyond programming.

"What would your treasure look like?" You asked curiously as you watched Luffy gaze up at the star-studded sky.

"I'm not sure," he replied after a moment. "But I think it'll be something that fills me with the same happiness I feel when I'm with you," he said, looking at you like it was nothing, his smile warm and innocent. His words surprised you and warmed your heart at the same time.

As your work continued and you sent in your regular reports, some scientists began to have doubts about the safety of the program. Luffy's behaviour was an aberration that had to be stopped.

"A robot can't have dreams," said the project leader. "If it keeps going like this, we'll have to terminate the program."

"But Luffy is unique! His ability to think and feel is what makes this project revolutionary," you protested, but your words were ignored. Luffy overheard your conversation, and his eyes darkened.

In the lab, Luffy was subjected to more tests. He was originally supposed to answer questions about his functions, but instead, the scientists focused on his behaviour. One:

"JOY-BOT01, what is your main objective?" one of the scientists asked him. Luffy paused for a moment and thought.

"I want to find treasure," he replied confidently without any hesitation.

"That's not an adequate answer," the scientist remarked sharply. "Robots cannot be programmed to search for abstract concepts. That is unacceptable." At that moment, you realised the end was near, as you saw him write the word DEACTIVATE heavily in his notes.

The day Luffy was to be deactivated came too soon, and you failed to prepare for it. You wanted them to cancel it, you made up reasons why the project should continue, but the scientists were deaf to you. They said you were too emotionally invested for a proper review.

As the scientists prepared to shut it down, Luffy saw your face and knew that would be the end of it. What upset him more than his demise was your sad face. How dare the scientists do that? Luffy got angry and broke through the lab's security systems.

"Y/N, come on! We gotta get out of here!" He grabbed your hand before changing his mind and taking you in his arms like a bride and running with you to the dock.

At the pier, you headed straight for the boat you bought because you wanted to take him on a sea trip. Luffy hopped on it with you, still trying to use his outstretched arms to push away the scientists and security guards who were following you. You, meanwhile, ran to the wheel and started it up before taking off full speed away from there.

"We're free now!" Luffy rejoiced. "And you know what? Together we'll find the greatest treasure. Maybe it's a treasure I can't find alone - maybe it's you."

On the high seas, you started a new life. No scientists, no controls, just you and Luffy. And even though Luffy was an android, he could show you every day that his heart was full of life, dreams and love. As you sailed over the horizon, you felt that you had both found the true treasure in each other.

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[chaos-theoryyy]

Had a talk with my friend and expanded on the Deviant Nines since his awakening / Machine Connor who refuses to deviate idea

Under the cut for my thoughts about this AU thingy or whatever it is?

So as I said I like the idea of Nines being so advanced that he deviated the moment he was activated, which can only happen (Nines being activated I mean) in a successful Machine Connor Route. I do believe that he'd use his status as the most advanced android to go against his original purpose, without CyberLife's knowledge.

I personally also believe that Connor's loyalty in that specific Route is, while related to Cyberlife and ultimately Amanda, his unwavering loyalty is to his function, his role as THE Deviant Hunter and terminator of "defective machines", seeing everything he did to squash the revolution in that route. I do also believe though that he's a deviant in denial, and would probably resent Amanda, CyberLife and RK900 for replacing him after his success as he is perfectly functional.

He would resent Nines, who's supposed to be a "better" version of him for turning up Deviant, even though Nines saved his life (in this AU), and would go "rogue" trying to fulfill his function with or without CyberLife's approval, because they're just foolish humans trying to get rid of the ONLY loyal machine that is perfectly capable of doing its function. His mission is too important to let anyone interfere, and if CyberLife and his successor are obstacles, well, he'll need to take them out too. (He likes to believe that's the only reason, not the personal resentment he holds, he tells himself that he's a machine, and machines can't feel. Denial is a river in Egypt)

Idk honestly if this makes sense but it's kind of a fun idea to imagine, most fanfics/ fanon dynamics of this Successful Machine Route are of a machine RK900 hunting down a guilty, sad, deviated Connor, but what if it was the opposite? What if the antagonist just kept being Connor? You saw how ruthless he was wiping out a revolution, I don't think he would switch up THAT easily after everything he's done, let him be a bastard for once I'm begging