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sunwarmed-ash · 8 months

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🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

🎂Happy Birthday Gavin🎂

Rating:🔞 Explicit-sexual content🔥 Fandom:💙Detroit Become Human💙 Ships: Hankconvin900, Nines x Gavin x Hank x Connor Tags: Birthday sex, blow jobs, multiple orgasms, bukkake, Bottom Gavin, M/M/M/M, DBH polycule, PWP- plot what plot/porn without plot, Daddy kink, sir kink, degradation/humiliation kink, unsafe sex A/N: this took me all day, please give it some love🤝💙

Of all the places to be, on his least favorite day of the year, he has to be at phcking work, sitting through yet another PR meeting about ‘Accepting Androids in the workplace.’

The revolution last November changed the world, and now, 10 or so months later, things are just starting to balance back out. And that he thinks has more to do with two Androids in particular, who were able to reach Gavin in a way even Hank, his longtime friend and partner couldn't.

He sure didn't make it easy. Gavin never makes anything easy. But they persisted. And now he’s moved back into Anderson's house, he’s work partners with Nines, and he, Nines, Connor, and Hank are in the weirdest, most unpredicted polycule he's ever been a part of.

It's been great, at least the last couple of months have been. Like he said, he didn't make the transition easy. But once they found the key to getting Gavin to open up, everything just kinda spilled out. Then it was easier. Because the shit Gavin was actually mad about finally came out, and he learned Connor and Nines weren’t really that bad of dudes. Annoying, yeah, but hey, so was he.

They also helped introduce Gavin to some of the best sex he’s ever had. Turns out, having two high-stamina Androids as fuck buddies had its advantages. The pair opened him and Hank up to a world of new kink opportunities that had the additional side effect of bringing them all closer together as a result. Which he guesses is good too. He’s certainly happier than he’s been-

Nines bumps his shoulder, and Gavin only notices now he’s drooling. He wipes his mouth quickly with the back of his hand before clearing his throat. No one in the large lecture hall outside of Nines caught the action, which Gavin was grateful for. His phone lit up with a silent message from the Android just a moment later.

{Bored Gavin? Or daydreaming again?} 1:43 PM

Gavin chuckles quietly before slipping his phone under the table. They were all adult officers, looking at their phones wasn’t disallowed, but Gavin was trying to be polite with how much he was actively not paying attention.

[I can think of at least 15 things I’d rather be doing with my time than this…] 1:44 PM

{This is a required seminar for all officers} 1:44 PM

[Yeah, I know, but it’s not like I’m gonna give Androids any trouble anymore.] 1:44 PM

[Even if I tried, you’d kill me before I got half a sentence out.] 1:44 PM

Gavin sent the message and waited for Nines to read it. A growing warmth bloomed in his gut when the side of Nines' mouth turned up in amusement.

{You're correct, I would.} 1:45 PM

Gavin assumes it would be left at that, and starts to try and pay attention. Until another message popped up.

{Only a little bit longer now. We will be leaving for the day after this.} 1:47 PM

That surprised Gavin.

[As much as I’m pro ditching work, don’t think Fowler’s gonna go for it.] 1:47 PM

Nines' face remained stoic and emotionless, giving nothing away.

{The request for PTO has been entered and accepted for months.} 1:48 PM

Gavin’s mouth dropped open. Because he sure as hell didn't put in the request. He prefers to work on his birthday. Helps him avoid thinking about it. About Cole. About everything.

Nines sent another message.

{Just because you refuse to acknowledge the day doesn’t mean it ceases to exist Gavin.} 1:48 PM

Gavin flushed red and flipped his phone over on the desk. He was done talking about this. He had purposely avoided telling Nines and Connor when it was for this reason. Though in hindsight, it was kind of stupid to think two supercomputers didn't have access to something as mundane as his birthday, but still. Hank knew how he felt about it. He’s made it crystal clear.

He didn't say anything to Nines for the rest of the meeting.

It was a quiet and un-phcking-comfortable 36 minutes.

⭕

“GAVIN, WAIT!” Nines is shouting after him, but he doesn't want to talk about it.

“I PHCKING HATE SUPRISE PARTIES,” he shouts back instead. He’s so edgy by the time he reaches his car he drops his keys twice, and Nines catches up to him…

“Gavin, I know how you feel about your birthday-” Nines starts, but Gavin doesn't let him finish.

Gavin acts before he considers all ramifications and grabs Nines by his jacket. He sees red. He shoves Nines until his back hits the four-door.

“No! You don’t know shit,” he insists furiously.

When Nines' face exposes genuine shock and his LED flashes red does Gavin remember that he's a mushy, mortal, sack of bones who just physically, stupidly, assaulted a top-of-the-line Police Bot. Who ya know, also happened to be his partner and nonconventional boyfriend. He should definitely let go. Why can’t he let go?

“Let go of me Gavin,” Nines insists calmly, LED back to a steady and less homicidal, cyan.

Gavin does. Immediately grateful Nines chose mercy and both his wrists were still intact. He straightens his own clothes before unlocking his car.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I’m not asking you to. Just, to keep an open mind. We have spent a fair bit of time setting this up for you.”

“Who’s we?”

Nines opens the passenger side and slides into the seat without answering.

Gavin’s teeth clench but he yanks himself into the driver's seat. When he pulls on his seatbelt, Nines finally answers.

“Connor, Hank, and I.”

That admission has a fair bit of Gavin’s anxiety melting off his shoulders and leveling out his temper.

“Just you guys,” he clarifies as he turns the engine over.

“Yes. Unless you want to extend the invite to others.”

Gavin shook his head.

“Not really.”

Gavin didn't trust anyone else like he trusted them.

⭕

When they pull up to Hank’s house Sumo rushes out to greet them.

“Hey buddy.”

The comfort of Hank’s dog helps ease more of the discomfort Gavin is feeling as he walks up to unknowns in the house. Nines doesn't rush him inside, so he takes an extra minute, waiting until he can breathe without wheezing before heading inside.

⭕

The rest of his anxious reservations melt upon opening the door.

“O-Oh.”

“Yes,” Nines confirms. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you sooner. I was bound to secrecy. Connor threatened fratricide.”

“I did,” Connor smiles, sitting completely naked on the living room couch, with Hank between his legs. “Welcome home, Gavin.”

“Phck me,” Gavin pants, because it's suddenly way too hot in here and he swears his jeans just shrank.

“That was the plan,” Nines confirms amusedly, and his hand finds Gavin’s low back. “Shall we join them?”

Gavin’s having trouble making his mouth form words so he nods. The drool is back in full force, because there really is no prettier sight than a naked Hank Anderson, on his knees sucking cock.

⭕

While Connor continues to use Hank’s throat, Nines is opening Gavin up on his fingers over the loveseat. It gets easier and quicker every time they do this, but it's becoming increasingly obvious to Gavin that Nines is taking his time on purpose tonight.

“Please Sir,” Gavin asks, pushing his ass back against the long slender digits. He needs so much more than just two fingers inside him.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that,” Nines hums and it makes Gavin weak.

“I’ll say whatever the phck you want as long as you don’t stop touching me.”

Nines rewards him with another slick finger, pumping gently in and out with the others. Gavin relaxes even further in the Android’s grasp.

“Why aren't you obedient like this more often? You’d get what you want faster.”

“It’s no fun being good all the time,” Gavin laughs, a little breathless from the sudden increase in speed. “Ask Connor.”

Connor looks up from Hank, who currently has all of Connor’s cock in his throat. The brunette grins and slips his hand into the older man’s silver hair, holding Hank’s face in place.

“He’s right,” Connor shrugs. To emphasize his point, he pushes Hank down further, waiting until the last possible moment before pulling Hank back by his hair so he could breathe.

The sputtering sound Hank made upon removal was gorgeous; wet, gasping, and needy as he tries to keep any part of Connor’s cock in his mouth while he takes some much-needed breaths.

Gavin’s cock spits more fluid. It’s so phcking hot. They are so phcking hot. He could watch that shit on a loop forever.

“I think that's enough Connor,” Nines says a moment later, and both Connor and Hank are up and moving without a fuss, walking towards the bedroom.

Gavin is confused why they aren't following. Nines pushes in another finger and twists them until Gavin squeaks, holding him right where he wants him as Gavin catches his breath. When he has, Nines takes his chin and kisses him, forcing the air right back out.

Nines chuckles and the heat sends goosebumps rippling down Gavin’s right side.

“Ready for the next part of your present?”

Gavin groans. “Oh hell yes.”

⭕

Four fingers are not enough of a stretch to fully ready himself for Hank’s monster cock, but with a lot of lube and stimulation pretty much everywhere else and Gavin’s too pleasantly distracted to notice any pain upon entry.

Connor has his mouth and is kissing him filthily and with teeth while Nines has his hand around his cock, pumping Gavin closer and closer to the edge. That plastic bastard Nines knows how sensitive the skin around his piercings is, so his fingers stay there, playing with the slick mess of his tip and pushing his thumb across his piercings until Gavin cries. Hank’s own thrusts inside his body start slow, but every time one of the Androids pulls a ple2ased sound out of him, Hank’s next thrust is harder, deeper, or faster. Like they were competing to see who could get him to bust first.

Nines’ fingers catch his piercings, tugging against the head and Gavin whines, desperate and needy. Connor’s tongue pushes deep into his throat, chasing the sound and Hank pulls Gavin’s hips flush against his own. The next two dozen snaps are pointed and so perfect they turn his legs to jelly.

"Daddy-” he whimpers, resting his forehead against Connor’s while he attempts to catch his breath through the powerful thrusts. “Please."

Hank’s hand comes down on his ass cheek hard and the sound echoes perfectly off the walls.

“Again,” Gavin groans. Hank delivers another slap as hard as the first one. Gavin’s cock spits more fluid into Nines’ hand. "Fuck, again." Gavin is sobbing. His prostate is under repeated abuse and every thrust of Hank’s cock is so much to take he feels delirious on pleasure. Connor swallows down his every moan, biting into his neck when he wants to hear him cry and Gavin loves the feeling of being strung out on them.

"Getting close already baby," Hank chuckles knowingly and Gavin doesn’t have an ounce of energy left to feel shame.

"Pleaaase," Gavin begs, because the ache in his core is driving him feral. He needs it. Nines has finally stopped touching his dick but it doesn't matter, he’s gonna cum no matter what.

"Get up then, I don't think Nines or Connor can see how wet your cock is."

Gavin doesn't have time to think of a retort because he's being pulled up against Hank’s chest that next minute. The new position allows the final few inches to slip in and break Gavin's brain.

"Ph-ck, oh god, yes, Daddy-” Gavin whimpers, quieter than a whisper.

“There you go,” Hank praises before taking Gavin’s cock into his hand, “you boys see that?”

"Sloppy mess, as per usual," Nines agrees and Gavin thrashes as that degradation sends a powerful wave of arousal down his spine.

"He's absolutely gorgeous," Connor whispers. His eyes are still on Gavin, taking in every inch of his exposed and vulnerable form and making Gavin feel all kinds of ways.

"Hear that Sweetheart?" Hank praises, and Gavin is too lust-drunk to do anything but feel and whine.

"Can I- come on, please-"

"Yeah baby, go ahead, let us see you.”

Gavin whines as his long overdue orgasm punches out of him, rocketing his body down and then immediately away from the enormous cock inside him. It hurts to be full, but he doesn't want to be empty either. Where he stopped and where Hank’s holding him is perfect.

Nines and Connor’s eyes haven’t left his cock which is pumping white all over his stomach and the carpet below. He wants to stay here forever. It aches in his balls just the way he likes. Relaxes his muscles and releases so much tension. Clears his mind, and makes him feel light, high, and floaty.

Until Hank starts thrusting again and Gavin desperately needs a break. Just for a second.

“Hank,” Gavin whines, because his prostate is so sensitive.

“I got ya baby, don’t worry.”

Hank pulls out slow, kissing down the back of Gavin’s neck because knows his body and his sounds better than anyone.

“Thank you,” he gasps, and he’s melting right back into that warm floaty place.

“Course,” Hank chuckles warmly, “can’t break our fuck toy before the twins even get a full turn with ya.”

“Phck,” Gavin gasps, more cum dribbles out of the sensitive tip of his spent cock and he barely has the energy to moan. He wants it though. Even if it’ll wipe him out for the next two days, he wants it.

Nines and Connor each return to his side. Connor hands him a glass of water and he’s so grateful he could cry.

⭕

When they get back at it again, Hank elects to watch the next round from his armchair. Gavin is in the center of their Cali king mattress, naked on his knees with his arms behind his back. They’ve caged his cock, because Gavin doesn't want to cum again just yet.

Nines and Connor are standing at the foot of the bed. They haven’t started touching him yet either, which is as agonizingly frustrating as it is intimidating. Probably because they just kept looking at him, obviously communicating telepathically because both of their LEDs were flashing.

It’s been like this for a while, not even Hank is putting up a fuss about the lack of action. Gavin begins to wonder just how long they have been planning this.

When something in Connor’s eyes changes and he flushes blue Gavin starts to squirm under the gaze. It moves the plug in his ass, lining it up a little better with his still-sensitive prostate. He moans before doing it again.

Evidently, that's enough of a rule break to receive the wrath of Nines' glacial stare.

“Didn't say you could move slut. Flip over, onto your stomach. Now.”

Gavin tries to hold back his pleased grin as he does what Nines instructs. He didn't hate getting punished, it was so much better than not being touched at all.

When Gavin is comfortable on his stomach, Nines grabs his hips and pulls him backward, until his legs fall over the edge of the mattress.

“You’ll appreciate the angle better,” Nines explains and Gavin is sure he’s right. His fingers then move between Gavin’s ass cheeks, finding the plug and pulling it free. Some of Hank’s release came out with it and dripped down Gavin’s caged balls. Hank and Connor both gasped their appreciation.

“Phck,” Gavin pants and Nines chuckles before slipping two fingers inside him.

“Feeling impatient?”

“What do you think?” Gavin sasses and Nines pulls his fingers out. Gavin is pushing back to try and follow them but Nines’ steel grip on his hip has him halted in place. Pleasure burns hot in his gut. “Please, Sir, please fuck me?”

“Yes. but I’m not gonna cum inside you.”

“What? Why not?” Gavin whined, surprising everyone but Nines.

Nines spanks him hard, harder than Hank and it has Gavin bucking against the mattress just from sheer force. The sting that follows is blissful, and Gavin relaxes onto his chest. “‘Sorry Sir,” he hums and Nines smiles. Though he can't see it from this angle.

“Because I’m going to paint you with it instead.”

That has Gavin groaning along with the full-body shudder the suggestion caused. Evidently Hank had let the twins in on that particular kink of his. He’d be mad, if it didn't make him so phcking hot to imagine it.

“Is that alright?” Nines asks and Gavin realizes he didn't speak.

“Phck yeah,” Gavin pants.

“Sir please…” Gavin begs again for who knows how many times now. Nines and Connor have been edging him for close to an hour now. His cock is still trapped in the cage and the floor below is puddling with Gavin’s precum.

Nines and Connor’s matched assaults with their cocks paired with Hank’s filthy praises have brought him to the absolute edge but never over and it's killing him. Gavin’s been reduced to a shaking, whimpering, pathetic pile, just begging to be destroyed and they still won’t do it.

“What was that Gavin? Did you say something?” Nines asks cheekily, pulling Gavin’s hips down, the tip of the android's cock pressed against Gavin’s prostate which throbs it's so sore now.

“Sir, Connor, please.”

“What do you need Gavin?” Connor asks, voice so much gentler than his younger, meaner brothers.

“Cum on me, and then let me cum for you. Please, I can’t take any more.”

“Hmm, I suppose you have suffered enough,” Nines chuckles.

Connor’s hand leads Gavin’s mouth back onto his cock while Nines' hands are busy between Gavin’s legs. He hears the blissful sounds of the lock tumblers and then the cage is falling free.

“Thank you, phck, thank you,” Gavin pulls off to gasp, because his dick is quickly filling, and Nines has him flipped over, back onto the center of the mattress.

“Hank, did you still want to record this?” Connor asks Hank and Gavin feels another pull of arousal in his gut.

“Better hurry,” Gavin warns and is rewarded with the first taste of Nines' orgasm on his tongue. It tasted like nothing, well not nothing, he tasted like flavorless, water-based lube. With every pump of Nines’ hand, Gavin is coated with a warm slick release. Every drop that landed on his cock has him bucking up, eager to cum. Too eager actually. “Phck,” Gavin pants, gripping the base of his cock to keep the orgasm back. Connor still had his turn to take after all.

The brunette in question gained his attention now. He straddled Gavin and the detective was excited for the up close and personal view.

“Pump it,” Connor orders and Gavin drops his own cock in favor of mono-focusing on Connors. He loves watching Connor cum. Loves how expressive his dumb, pretty face is when he’s toppling over the edge into oblivion.

Connor’s eyebrows bunch together, signaling he is about to shoot and the words are falling out of Gavin’s mouth before he can stop them.

“Mark your claim Con.”

Connor’s head falls back and his cock is still in Gavin’s hand. Cum is spurting across Gavin’s chest, under his chin, and pooling around the base of his cock, making everything so much wetter. Gavin is surprised he hasn’t cum yet.

When Connor finally recovers from his orgasm, he’s moving. Not far, just enough to line up his hole with Gavin’s cock and sit on it.

“Phck!” Gavin curses.

“Say my name, I love when you beg it,” Connor groans, tightening around his cock and rocking against him.

Gavin chokes on his gasp, he thrusts into Connor hard. These androids drove him fuckin’ crazy.

“Connor,” he says, cock near bursting.

“Yes Detective?” Connor chuckles, hot, wet, and secret in his ear and that's it. Gavin can’t hold back anymore.

“Connor, phck, phck-” he’s cumming. Hard because he’s been edged for so damn long. Because each of them has thoroughly scratched each of his kinks. His hips thrust up against Connor’s ass as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. Connor pulled him forward until he could kiss him. Gavin kisses him back.

⭕

“So, how did you like your birthday gift?” Connor asked.

Gavin turned to where the Android was currently curled up against him post-sex and smirked. Nines was on his opposite side. Hank was snoring behind Connor, his arm draped across the android's hip and hand interlocked with Gavin’s. Gavin didn't blame Hank for passing out, nor was he mad. He was seconds away from falling asleep himself. Gavin nods to answer Connor’s question.

“Easily, best birthday I’ve ever had.”

Nines hums pleasantly whereas Connor smiles like Gavin hung the fucking moon.

“Really?”

Gavin nods.

“Yeah Tin Man, really.”

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sunwarmed-ash · 10 months

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Connor: "See ya in the A.M. Lieutenant!"

Hank: "Wait a second Connor, take that pile of filth out with you."

Nines: "...You shouldn't talk about Detective Reed like that Lieutenant."

Gavin, fuming while holding a bag of garbage: "HE MEANS THIS FILTH YOU ASSHOLE!!!"

#detroit become spongey #incorrect dbh quotes #detroit become human #spongebob squarepants #detroit become human connor #detroit become human nines #sailor mouth #dbh hank anderson #eugene krabs #hank anderson #spongebob #connor rk800 #squidward tentacles #dbh gavin reed #gavin reed #hankconvin900 #find me on ao3 #links in bio #sunwarmed ash

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sunwarmed-ash · 4 months

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Sinful Sunday Post

Hey wanna know something cool about following me?

when my muse is good and my brain is happy I get so excited I just want to post all the things!

Separation Anxiety Chapter 7 is dropping TONIGHT!

you can read the winning preview here

but also the poll was SO CLOSE I decided to drop a lil more of the DPD Xmas party 😘 so enjoy the smut fic under the cut!

Have a great day babes, and I'll see you TONIGHT for the Parksborn Smut 👀😘

part 1

Gavin’s uncomfortably face to metal with the cold surface of the interrogation table, stripped of all his clothes, and cuffed, His bare ass is perfectly exposed for not only Nines to punish, but Hank and Connor to openly ogle across the room. It makes his cock ache and his body itch in anticipation for whatever Nines is going to do next.

His cock is still painfully hard, but thankfully, hanging loose off the table and not squashed between his body and the table. Likely on purpose, since Gavin’s been known to attempt to rub himself off on any surface at any given time…

The first strike of Nines’ hand comes down hard across both ass cheeks.

“Phck Nines, don’t cripple me,” Gavin groans. It hurts, but his cock still pumps out a steady stream of precum past his piercing.

“Act like a slut get treated like one.” Nines grins.

“Yes Sir,” Gavin pants, melting a little deeper against the table. He couldn't help it. He’s so exposed like this, open and vulnerable for them to touch, torture, play with, and it’s driving Gavin insane with desire.

In all actuality, he doesn't mind being treated like this. It's kinda the problem. Well it's not a problem in his eyes. It’s just his dumb body that can’t keep up as well as he used to.

The second hit is hard, but not as bruising as the first and it's perfect. Gavin groans and relaxes further against the table, risking a question. “Does that mean you’re all gonna use me?”

Nines rolls his eyes, Gavin sees it in the two way mirror.

"You don't deserve it, but yes."

Gavin whines as his brain whites out in anticipation of actually being fucked by all three of them.

"Open your mouth," Nines demands and Gavin does, naturally sucking two of the robot's fingers into his mouth to coat them generously with saliva.

"He's got you trained real good Reed," Hank teases, but it's obvious by the breathy retort he’s worked up by the action too. His monster cock is already out of his pants and he’s pumping it while he watches Nines take him apart. Connor’s doing the same with his own cock. More precum slides past his tip onto the floor.

Gavin licks around a third finger and sucks hard, but not before locking eyes with Hank. Challenging him. Because yes, Nines does have him trained. It has the desired effect. Hank curses pleasurably but doesn't break eye contact. The hand on Hank’s dick speeds up.

"Enough," Nines orders, pulling his fingers back.

Before Gavin can even catch his breath, Nines is finally breaching his ass with one, then two slick fingers in quick succession.

“Oh phck,” Gavin pants.

Nines twists his fingers to find Gavin’s prostate, rubbing and teasing him just the way he loves before cruelly, pulling away altogether.

“No no don't go,” Gavin begs pathetically as his cock pulses out more precum.

"Connor," Nines says, ordering the other android over with only the use of his name.

Connor stands from his place next to Hank, and resituates himself behind Gavin.

"What do you think?” Nines asks, before pushing three slicked fingers inside Gavin.

Gavin’s resulting, choking whine is pathetic. His skin burns with humiliation knowing Connor is recording every moment of him like this for later.

“He needs to be looser if he’s going to take Hank,” Connor confirms.

“Phck,” he pants. He was hoping for some of this delicious torture to end, but neither of them pay him any attention. Instead, Nines pulls out his fingers and orders Connor to,

“Lick him open. Don’t make him cum.”

Before Gavin can think of a retort there's a wide, slick tongue flush against his asshole. The moan that spills out of his mouth is wet and pitifully desperate.

“Yeah, wait till you feel him on your dick,” Hank chuckles.

Anything else Gavin is going to say dies on his tongue because Connor starts up a steady pace licking into his body. It's the first time all night Gavin’s had nothing to say. Too blissed out on the raw, filthy pleasure of Connor’s tongue inside him, and the sloppy-slick sounds he’s making as he loosens him up.

Connor’s hand slides up Gavin’s thigh and rests below where his mouth is working, slender fingers already teasing their intent to slip inside too.

“Phck, phck, please,” Gavin whimpers, because he needs more. He always needs more. He's a greedy little slut after all. And Connor’s fingers are so so close. Just a little bit more…

“Stop,” Nines orders and Connor does, much to Gavin’s instant, vocal disappointment.

But then someone's fingers, he can’t tell whose, are pulling his ass open and Connor spits into his wide open hole.

Gavin’s core burns hot as the robotic pair inevitably scratch one of his biggest kinks and with a shameful, choking sob, Gavin is cumming all over the floor.

“Oh my fucking god,” Hank groans and Gavin can hear his slick pumps speed up. It sends another jolt of pleasure through his body to know Anderson’s getting off to this too.

Nines’ immediate growl tells Gavin he's in trouble, but he really couldn't help it. This particular situation was already right out of one of his deepest fantasies and now he can feel Connor’s spit dripping down the back of his balls. There's a hand in his hair the next moment and he's being yanked up until he's flush against Nines.

“Did I say you could cum, slut?”

“I'm sorry Sir,” Gavin pants. He is. He tried to hold it back, but without a cage or a hand, he’s defenseless to the sadistic torture of the RK twins. “I-I swear I didn't mean to,” he pleads, “please…”

Nines hand grips the tip of his cock hard, squeezing the oversensitive head until Gavin squeals.

“Nines, baby, please,” Gavin begs, “I’m sorry, let me make it up to you. Please.”

“How?”

“Anyway you want,” he begs, “Swear baby.”

Nines grins, small and sly and Gavin knows he's in for it.

Nines helps him get situated comfortably back on the table, but Gavin doesn’t let the false sense of security fool him. Predictably, in that next moment, Nines pushes in dryer than Gavin’s body needs to take all of him comfortably. It's punishment, for cumming without permission, or maybe for accidently feeling up Connor. Either way, Gavin’s ass is in for it and if he hadn’t just cum, he would’ve as soon as Nines bottomed out.

Nines hips start up a fast and steady pace, yanking Gavin right out of his head and back down into his body which is currently singing with pleasure as the burning stretch engulfs his every nerve ending. As soon as Gavin cries out his plea, Nines pumps his ass so full of synethic cum the next round of thrusts are squelching, echoing loudly in the room.

“Phccck,” Gavin melts, relaxing completely under the sweet torture of his partner. “Don’t stop, don’tstop, please.”

“It’s not me that’s going to need to tap out,” Nines chuckles and Gavin knows he’s right. Gavin will need to stop well before Nines ever would.

“Holy fuck,” Hank pants, because Nines dominating Gavin is a full sensory experience. Every slap of Nines’ hips against Gavin's ass is audible, slick, and sloppy. Gavin hasn’t been able to stop begging since they started and it's only increased since he’s finally getting what he wants.

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sunwarmed-ash · 8 months

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Detroit Become Human Masterlist 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞

😈Smut🌶️

DPD Christmas Party: M/M/M/M, Gavin x Nines x Hank x Connor, plot what plot smut fic, 5k, finished

The Eden Club: Negative-Post Revolution-Consensual Sex worker Connor, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. hankconvin & hankvin & convin & hankcon & Connor/OCs, , 95k+, FINISHED

Tantrum: Hankvin, Daddy kink, BDSM, one shot, 1500, finished

Fire up the night: Hankconvin900, workplace sex, one shot, 3k+, finished

Happy Birthday Gavin: Hankconvin900, one shot, birthday sex, 3k+, finished

Secret Box: Hankconvin, dragon dildos/sex box, one shot, funny, detroit become spongy, 1100, finished

Call me when you want, call me when you need: Hankconvin, PWP threesome, dick piercings, hair pulling, 3k oneshot

Thirst Trap Thursday: my first Gavin fan art! 🤤🐀 SFW, NSFW

🥲Angst/drama👀

My love language is misery *SA Trigger warning*, hurt gavin, supportive Hank, pre game, pre hankvin romance, 1k>

😂Funny👌

The infamous grimace milkshake: Hankconvin, funny, drabble 500w>

Gavin needs glasses: Hankconvin, connor LIKES those glasses, 1k>, drabble

Detroit cat cafe: Hankconvin, funny, fluffy, cute, one shot, 1k>

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sunwarmed-ash · 6 months

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🌹 I heard you have more DBH goodies to share? 👀❤️

Yyyyeeeeaaaaa!!!!!

@sweeteatercat do yall remember the Christmas party one? I couldn't find it to reblog so im reposting plus more 👀👀👀👀👀

Gavin’s not really a Christmas person. In fact, he generally hates any hallmark or religious based holiday. But, the DPD throws one hell of a Christmas Party every year and any place with free booze and food is a place Gavin will be.

He’s lost track of how many spiked egg nogs he’s had by now. It's well into the late hours of the night and the only people still here at the party are the desperate singles hoping to take someone they work with home for the night.

Gavin sorta falls into that category. Publicly he is single. But in actuality, he and Nines have been banging pretty much any time they get a free moment.

Speaking of Nines, he hasn’t seen his partner-turned-fuck-buddy in a while. He scanned the room looking for the blue LED, not seeing him in the dim-lit bullpen.

His peripherals catch movement and when he turns he sees the reflection of an LED on one of the glass office dividers.

“Gotcha.”

Gavin dips from the bullpen after the android, hoping for once, maybe he can get the jump on Nines.

“There you are,” Gavin growls, grabbing his android by the back of his neck before moving them swiftly and silently into a storage closet. “Been looking for this sweet ass all night.”

As soon as his boot kicks the door closed, Gavin’s lips are on Nines’, kissing him hard. It's been too long since he’s kissed his boyfriend and the spiked eggnog in his veins is making him frisky.

“Gavin,” Nines pants and Gavin takes the opportunity of the androids mouth being open to push his tongue inside. The android whines before returning the kiss with equal excitement and Gavin chuckles. He’s never been able to reduce Nines to a whimper before. It fuels his ego enough to let his hands explore, slipping under his layers until Gavin’s fingertips touch heated, synthetic skin. Nines’ is speechless but his hands find Gavin’s hips and grip him tight, pulling him in closer.

As soon as Gavin’s exploratory hands slip between Nines’ legs and squeezes his hard cock, two things happen. One. Nines pants,

“Gavin, Gavin, it’s Connor,” against his lips, and Two. The door of the closet they are making out in flies open, casting their explicit activities into the light.

The next moment Gavin is being yanked off Connor’s body by an invisible, familiar force. He’s moved and then pinned to the wall by unmistakably now, his android partner. A warning hand wraps around Gavin’s throat and Nines glacier eyes are lethal.

Shame and arousal burn hot through Gavin’s veins and Nines threatening punishment only makes him hotter.

“N-Nines, come on.”

The hand around his throat tightens. Gavin yields further. “I’m sorry, I didn't know, swear-”

“So you'll throw yourself on anyone who shares my face? Should I call up Sixty? See if he’s free to fuck your loose hole too?”

Gavin’s hips rocket forward with a groan, positively begging for friction, attention, anything his partner will give him, but Nines anticipates it and moves out of the way, not giving Gavin an inch.

“Nines, babe, come on, it's not like that,” Gavin pleads, hoping this fit of jealousy turns into more of the hot claiming sex that always leaves Gavin’s mind clear and body limping the next day. Because Nines did get jealous, even if he insists his ‘advanced model’ doesn't. Especially when it comes to Connor.

“Right, its not personal, you're just a slut.”

Gavin hates to admit it, but yeah, that’s really it.

“You're both hot, phcking sor-ry.” And it was an honest mistake. Outside of the eye color Connor and Nines look identical. And it's dark, and he’s been drinking. Its a party, cut him a phcking break.

Nines’ eyes lower threateningly but Connor smiles like Gavin just gifted him the highest praise. It does stupid, conflicting things to his heart.

“Boy I sure hope I'm interrupting,” someone slurs a little drunkenly, and Gavin’s entire body breaks out in a hot sweat because he’s caught, with his literal pants undone, still obviously hard, and very much in the middle of something explicit with not only his android, but Hank’s.

“On the contrary Lieutenant, you're right on time,” Connor chirps, leaning over to kiss him right in front of Gavin and Nines.

Gavin is phcking shocked by the motion whereas Nines barely flinches. Which can only mean,

“Wait, you knew?”

“I’m surprised the entire precinct doesn't know. It’s not like they’ve been particularly stealthy,” Nines scolds.

Connor giggles and Hank joins in on the laughter.

“Yeah, well you're just pissed Gav doesn't put out as much as Connor does.”

“Excuse me?” Gavin sasses before Nines’ strong grip on his cock has him snapping his jaw shut. He moans and attempts to gain some control over his body before clearing his throat. Nines smirks.

“Oh I’m sorry, did you think anyone was talking to you slut?” Nines mocks and Gavin’s mouth falls open to pant again.

“Phck. S-Sorry…”

“Better. Now did you need something?”

“Fuck me, please,” he begs a little brethless, because that’s all he wants. Is to be fucked so hard he can’t walk tomorrow. By all three of them most preferably.

“Oh you’ll be fucked. But you’re getting punished first. Hank and Connor will watch.”

Gavin’s knees buckle from the overwhelming pleasure that fills him with.

Gavin’s hands are behind his back, handcuffed together and his ass is naked and exposed for Nines to punish and Hank and Connor to openly ogle. It makes his cock ache and his body itch in anticipation for whatever Nines is going to do next.

The first strike comes across both ass cheeks hard, and Gavin's hips buck against the cold metal table.

“Phck Nines, don’t cripple me.”

“Act like a slut get treated like one.”

“Yes Sir,” Gavin groans, melting a little deeper against the table. The second hit is hard, but not as much as the first and its perfect.

Other people might object to this kind of treatment, but in all actuality Gavin likes it. It's kinda the problem. Well its not a problem in his eyes... “Does that mean you’re all gonna fuck me too?”

Nines rolls his eyes.

"You don't deserve it, but yes."

Gavin whines and his brain whites out in pleasure in anticipation of actually being fucked by all three of them.

"Open your mouth." Nines orders.

Gavin does, naturally sucking Nines long slender fingers into his mouth, and coating them generously with saliva.

"He's got you trained real good Reed," Hank teases.

It makes Gavin’s whimper around the digits as his cock pulses out more precum.

"Enough," Nines says, pulling his fingers back before finally, finally breaching his ass with one, then a second in quick succession.

“Oh phck.”

"Connor, come here," Nines orders and Connor takes a place behind Gavin.

"He needs to be looser if he’s going to take your Lieutenant.”

“Yes, he is,” Connor confirms, and Gavin is hit with the visual of Hank breaking Connor with his enormous cock and pre cum is pushing out the pierced head of his cock.

“Oh phck…”

“Lick him open. Don’t make him cum.”

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