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bigfan-fanfic · 1 year

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Yellow Light, Blue Light (Male!Reader x Connor DBH)

so, there's barely any connor (dbh) content, so what abt an scenario where connor waits for his boyfriend to come for work and they both live with hank and sumo? i mean like since connor started to feel love he gets so excited when seeing his boyfriend coming back with new things to show him and the three of them + sumo eat dinner together like a family (it sounds so wholesome 😭💞)

Nobody would ever be able to make him admit it, but Hank would've been lonely without Connor around.

So at the terse point where Markus' revolution created a new way of life in Detroit and across the United States, Hank very casually offers that Connor stay with him.

Their relationship often fluctuates confusingly, as Hank sometimes does feel like he takes on a fatherly role to Connor, especially in dealing with emotions now that he's accepted that he's a living being

But then they become more mentor and protegee at times, and then there's the most often state where they're very close friends and the one of the only men robots people Hank currently feels okay with hugging.

Yeah, the bucket of bolts is a hugger and now that Hank can't pretend androids aren't alive anymore he doesn't have the heart to push Connor away when the man hugs him.

It's also a little confusing for Hank because Connor doesn't particularly mind whatever terminology he uses, while other androids with their new autonomy still argue about whether "man/woman" or "human beings" are desirable and acceptable terms or microaggression or outright hate speech in reference to them.

In any case, it comes as a surprise to Hank when things go back to his comfort zone and Connor asks him about very familiar emotions.

It's immediately clear to Hank that Connor is experiencing love for the first time, and when Connor asks if he might need repairs (despite several diagnostics coming up with no problem), Hank practically needs to go to the hospital for a collapsed lung from laughing so hard.

Hank doesn't quite understand what a human-android relationship would entail - he still hasn't had the courage to ask if Connor's like a Ken doll down there, and he doesn't know he really wants to know.

But Connor seems fulfilled, and happy. In his weird analytical Connor way. And it makes Hank happy, in his own grumpy way, that Connor keeps asking him for advice, for help.

Hank isn't really sure how it ended up that Connor's boyfriend started living with them, but honestly he doesn't really mind. It's... nice to have another human in the house, and to feel the house being alive.

And to have someone else to walk Sumo when he feels lazy.

It's also kind of adorable to see Connor on the back foot scrambling around to make food for when his boyfriend gets home from work on their anniversary of moving in together.

"Connor. Con- Con! You don't need to measure the salt out to a grain. Jesus, Connor, don't give me the puppy eyes - I'll back off. Just... calm down a little."

He's a little surprised when he opens the door (Connor's dealing with the food) and you hug him. He's even more surprised that he doesn't mind.

Hank always gets a kick out of seeing just how much Sumo gets excited when Connor's boyfriend gets home - almost as excited as Connor does.

Connor acts all casual about making dinner, letting you unwind and relax and pretending like he wasn't just measuring every ingredient out to the gram.

Hank good-naturedly ribs you both about being so affectionate, playfully accusing you two of practically sitting in each other's laps at the dinner table.

Connor smirks - full on smirks and just says "Well, Hank, since I don't need to eat, shouldn't I have something to do with my hands?" and Hank chokes on his food and laughs and bares his teeth in a grin as he calls Connor a sick little bastard and it's mean words but the intent is fun and you all laugh together.

It's interesting - Hank notices how Connor sometimes acts more 'human', and sometimes doesn't do those mannerisms programmed into him by Cyberlife, like imitating breathing or blinking. It makes Hank a little proud, even more than the uneasiness. It doesn't make him less of a person, just... different.

And seeing you love him anyway. Hell, seeing Connor love you back, clearly and obviously - Hank can't help but smile and needs to listen to some metal in order to get his head back on track.

Besides, Connor's boyfriend is a pretty cool guy - he's helpful even if Connor generally insists on doing the chores because he doesn't need to sleep, and he even likes to introduce things to Hank as well as Connor.

They feel like a family. A weird, silly, neurotic family, but family all the same.

#male reader #dbh connor x male reader #dbh connor x reader #dbh x male reader #dbh x reader #dbh headcanons #headcanons

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clarks-letterman · 1 year

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i can’t stop thinking about connor’s cum now so what about him fucking your mouth while giving you technical information about his cum in a seductive way to turn you on and ending up coming in your throat for you to swallow (gender neutral reader please!)

new fuck-tionality | connor x reader

a/n — gahh i'm so sorry this being super late, it must have completely slipped by me in my inbox! also, things have been a bit rough lately.. i tried to make it sexy with logic from the game and such, hopefully its good :') sorry if he's ooc (this can kinda be read as Nines too since they're both Connors)

summary — check the request, added a bit about Connor's getting a new dick.

words — 1.9k

warnings — oral (m receiving), face-fucking, crackfic because i got jokes and i think I'm funny

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The floor was cold and almost impossible to detect the presence of it in the dim light. Connor had turned the bulb's intensity down so as to cast away the janitorial supplies circling him and you, re-tooling its purpose into being the world's most revealing spotlight, but only to you and how you felt. The smell was apparent enough to remind you of their persisting existence, though having artificially scented disinfectants made your nose wrinkle. It was hard to keep your mind from trailing off to those little details, as the beast pointing to the ceiling looked like it would hurt.

Connor's leg flexed, his foot nearly reaching the door of the small closet. "Is everything alright, Detective? You look hesitant. May I remind you that this was your idea?"

It wasn't normally like this, to have one hand down your pants with the other toying with Connor in whatever way you could think of. Not in the slightest. The usual routine was a standard nine-to-five at the office, sharing glances until you returned home with Connor on your heels—another night where he would drift off into rest mode with you by his side, built up to by the sweet pillow-talk about your shared dreams of getting the nicest apartment in Detroit. Then, you woke up, and those dreams would fade away for the time being, except the ones about Connor. He had managed to fulfill them a few times with toys and other things but could never fully understand the way you felt about him.

Last night was the only exception. Connor left work early and didn't tell you where he was going. It wasn't until the next day when taking a seat at the desk next to him, did you finally notice the shift in his behavior. He had taken a glance or two at you before, flashing his dazzling ivory smile if you happened to return the look. But earlier today, you caught him looking, and he stiffened.

"I know, it's just the size of it. Say something. Distract me."

Once you asked to speak with him in private, did it all make sense. Connor's sex drive did exist, but not in the way it presented itself in humans. He had a physical hard drive, motor, and drivers for all of his sexual wants, but physically, the need for sex would never exist. Like sleep, he was perfectly content without it. . . until today.

"I could tell you about my recent trip to CyberLife? All the new features I've been equipped with?"

The well-designed piece was only a short distance from you, waiting for any sort of attention. But that one comment made it look even more impatient.

"I'm already looking at the biggest upgrade. . ."

"Don't just look, Detective. To be good at your job, you have to feel, understand, and gain as much information as the other knows. We are at work, after all." He stated himself with a certain cockiness. “I received an update on my explicit language, too. Though, I’m not sure what brings me the most excitement.”

“Then we’ll test it out,” you said, knowing he started when taking a jab at your shared positions as investigators.

Getting a good look at his dick, your hand barely fit around it, which you knew from one glance. You were unable to tell if it was the dim light or something wrong with your perception, but his new parts looked imperfectly perfect. Human. When it was at its most needy—which would be hard to tell since this new appendage between Connor's legs was artificial; could its appearance deceive you and turn into an actual sword like all those writers described it as?—it curved slightly, like a snake on the hunt for warmth. There was a small birthmark on the side and a few veins emanating a vibrant blue as they pulsed. You weren't sure if they served a purpose like the dulled color of yours or if they were simply for show, another integrative feature in his design. And the skin stretched and folded like that of a real person's when your hand played with it. Even his low-hanging fruit underneath appeared to be slightly out of proportion on one side, becoming apparent as you worked your hand along his length and watched them shift with each motion.

After a few seconds of deliberating with yourself about taking the piece of convincingly real and intimidating plastic, you swilled the saliva in your mouth and eclipsed the tip with your lips.

Near immediately, Connor became a mess of indiscernible noise—a moan, you figured. You had never heard him like this before, so you assumed it was a good thing by the look of his scrunched-up face. He calmed down and tried speaking, "That's one of my new features."

Your eyes flicked up, silently agreeing to hear more.

"I have almost one-billion micro-receptors on it alone. When I feel this way, all of them have a high pressure sensitivity. Anything you do down there feels like when I became a deviant all over again."

You couldn't reply, instead letting him creep further into your mouth, mouth full with no taste of that except your own saliva. He seemed to be the one encouraging you to go deeper, and he felt hotter on your tongue. Was he getting so into this that he started to overheat?

It wasn't really that at all. Connor wanted to keep himself tame to prevent the bruising he knew would happen. He could lie—a welcomed feature of his deviancy—and chalk it up to a software instability. A "calibration of the new hardware," he could say. Connor wasn't human, yet he was more than fallible now that he was no longer a machine. He could never do that, though. Not to you. His dick was his new toy to play with, not you and your fragile body. So, he kept talking to fight his carnal desires.

"Also, everything that comes from it is made in me, like a person. There are some side-effects, though."

That drew your attention away from trying to fit him into your mouth, and you paused.

"Nothing harmful, Detective! Just some by-products of making it with thirium. One of them is that it's actually nutritious, unlike its pure form. It's done through synthesis and filtration of the main mineral that affects hormone production. I believe that, if you had enough of its pure form, you would become addicted to me," he spoke all of it with an assured tone and a small smirk to follow the last comment.

You wouldn't be doing this for him if you weren't already madly addicted to him, but that wouldn't lessen it by any means. The thought of his cock becoming a necessity was a terrifying risk you were willing to take.

"Your heart rate spiked. Are you enjoying this, Detective?"

No secrets, either. That was a dangerous combination. It didn't look like Connor planned to hide anything, too. "I know I am, watching your pretty mouth struggle to take me all. There's something I wanted to try. I wanted to be sure I wouldn't break my toy first."

You reached the base of his dick, all of it radiating heat on your tongue and everything that poured into your throat doing the same. There were a few seconds where you could take it all in; the weight of him on your tongue, how his head tilted up to the ambient lighting, and that Connor must have undone his tie and the first few buttons of his crisp white dress shirt. To say this was like a pain to Connor would be a terrible analogy. He could truly feel this, and this felt like heaven. Like his system was overloaded with the small feelings that dogs and heavy metal gave him. He liked those, but he loved this to an extent that meant he wasn't certain how to express them.

It all stemmed from a feeling inside him that he had trouble putting into words. He wanted to jump up and down and solve one-hundred murders and buy you the nicest things he could search up in just a few milliseconds. Then a hand of his found your head, and that's when he knew what to do with his surfeit emotions.

His eyes cast down on you, much harsher than the light, his grip tightened, and you found yourself sliding away from the view between his legs. He was in control, pushing you back down in a matter of seconds after bringing your lips to the tip. Strings of pleasure stirred from Connor's lips. A whimper and moan made up the two main harmonies of his tune, the others being half-spoken words that barely made a lick of sense. He reverted to the strategy of talking again, keeping himself tamer than he would prefer to be. His light-emitting diode flickered a red ring at his self-restraint.

"I think this will be my favorite use of our free time from now on. I had them install more than just this setting, too."

Connor started to lift his hips off the down-turned bucket as a pace formed. He had gotten rough enough for the spit to start to well in your mouth and pump out the sides of your mouth every time he buried his cock deep in you.

"Look at the mess you're making." He spat out, "And when it's all said and done, you will have to—fuck, Detective—meticulously clean it. Wouldn't want anyone uncovering the clues we left behind."

Connor had pushed himself to the edge. Talking about the risky business in the janitor's closet and his newest upgrades would do that to any android or human. But he could see it now. Each case that frustrated him or even a pleasant day could be made a thousand times better with his new relief system.

His hips bucked forward, and his thrusts halted. He went stiff, lifeless against you as his cock filled your throat. The anticipated android release hit your throat and coated it in a color that you would expect to be white, mostly for the simplicity of it all. It kept coming in consistent waves until Connor's high had ridden itself out and the waves crashing in his head settled into a low tide. Some of his dickspit spilled from the corners of your mouth.

Connor didn't need any time to recuperate and simply let you go from his already softening girth. You raised a hand to swipe some of the come from your chin, finding the smeared drop to be a pale blue.

"Does it taste bad?" He asked out of curiosity while cleaning up his appearance by fastening the buttons of his shirt and tightening his tie into the right spot.

"Not really, it mostly tastes like how red ice smells."

"You may not want to come to work tomorrow. An article I read says that actions like that often cause lips to swell and your jaw to feel bruised. We should stay home tomorrow." Connor emphasized we in his suggestion.

"And we can take off the tomorrow after tomorrow. Unfortunately, we're at work right now, so at least those things don't appear until the next day." You said and reached for the door handle to get out as quickly as possible, not that you wanted to leave Connor, but your co-workers—especially Hank—would get suspicious.

"Actually, Detective?" You turned at his call, his innocent voice perforating the air of sexual electricity. "Your tongue, it's blue."

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tobbotobbs · 11 months

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Yandere DBH RK800 Connor x male (deviant or human) reader

Connors mission is to find and obtain the reader, a deviant/human on the run. However when searching the house he finds reader hiding and doesn’t warn Hank. Instead he sneaks the reader out and takes him for himself. He was just such a pretty model/boy that he had to take him home for himself.

Maybe he imbeds a chip into the reader to know where he is at all times?

Either human or deviant reader, just make Yandere Conner please and thanks.

Never wrote yandere stuff before so I hope this is okay :(

It was dark outside when M/n finally found an abandoned house where he could rest and hide for now. He had been running from the police and the dogs for what seemed like an eternity. And the fact that they were shooting after him as well, because he apperiantly couldn't feel pain and was just scrap metal with a voice, did not really made the running easier. He had to dodge thise bullets because he, in fact, did feel everytime something punctured his model. He in fact had feelings. Which was the start of all his problems actually. He had started to show some interest in his Mistress, Alina, which led her to question him what was happening and if his database was broken or needed a new update. Of course he declined and actually told her, as stupid as he was, that he had those feelings in him. They just suddenly started to appear someday and since a few days he broke through his data wall and finally acted on his own completely. After hearing her bodyguard android telling her all this, Alina of course chose to be careful and tell the android company about this situation she was in. And in no time they came and wanted to get rid of M/n. It was devastating, he had thought Alina felt something for him as well. The way she always made sure he was all cleaned up, had enough power or would be in good condition after a hard day of keeping creeps away from her on festivals or meetings. Oh, how naive the android had been. Thinking back to all this, he really shouldn't have been surprised. As long as he had no boiling blood, a beating heart and the life ik his eyes when being looked at he was worth nothing to noone.

A loud creek from one of the molting woodplanks took his interest. Slowly, M/n made his way over to the next room where he assumed the sound had come from. At closer inspection he found a few pigeons on the floor who just seemed to be sitting there and resting, just like he did. Smiling he went closer and sat down next to them, the animals not bothered by the androids appearance and deciding to just stay where they were seated, sharing the nice quietness of the room in the dark room which was slightly alighted by the moons presence outside. ,,You guys seem so peaceful...I wish I could just fly away as well. That must be a relieving feeling, go just...go", he whispered more to himself than the pigeons who only looked at him from the side in a weird manner. He only chuckled lightly. ,,Yeah...Yeah I must look a little mad right now I guess...", still talking to himself, M/n decided to call it a day and maybe dwell in the comfort of old memories on his database.

Meanwhile in the dpd, Hank Anderson and his Android partner Connor were sitting at their desks and waiting for something to come up so they could finally get away from Gavin and rk900 yelling at eachother in the office. It was literal hell for them. These idiots weren't even getting any punishment which made Hank more annoyed than he already was. It was just awful watching those two argue about some little inconvenience of their case when the real reason they've been so frustrated with eachother was in fact not the case but the sexual tension going on between them. Everyone saw it, even Connor who mostly didn't understand social clues and other things that had to do with human emotions. But really, for an Android that smart rk900 also seemed to not get it. And Gavin probably just felt too ashamed and proud to let the thought of him liking an Android slide. Poor guys, Hank thought to himself. He then proceeded to turn around in his seat and took a look at his partner who, instead of still looking at the arguing cops, stared at the wall, deep in thoughts. His little LED flickered between blue and yellow, showing that he was thinking or more like processing something which got the older man interested.

,,Connor, what's going on in that little head of yours?", he had asked smugly, already awaiting Connors dismissing reply that he actually had no real head and mind but just his servers to go through, though it seemed the Android was so deep in whatever he was doing, that he didn't even noticed Hanks question. ,,Hank, Connor! Come up here, I got a mission for you two!", the loud voice of their boss suddenly rang through the office which also bought Connor out of his processing procedure. The both of them stood up and quickly went up the stairs to the bureau of the captain of the dpd to see what he had for them. Seated in the bureau they waited for their orders. Which came quickly. A the Android of a higher ranked woman among society turned Deviant and was missed. He was classified as very dangerous because he was a bodyguard and still has weapons on him. And Hank and Connor needed to search for clues on where he was or best, find him right away and take him in. It seemed like a good and easy start into the operation, as they had already a clue on where he was last seen.

And easy it was, as it seemed. The Deviant hasn't left the area since yesterday and they just needed to check in which of all the abandoned buildings he was hiding. For that Hank and Connor decided to split up to cover more grounds. Connor, alone in an old factory building, fell into a spiral of thoughts. He was thinking about what exactly happened to the Android to suddenly turn Deviant. Captain didn't tell them any details because they needed to hurry things. He also wondered if he could ask the Deviant a few questions, personal ones, before they need to take him in and interrogate him. Perhaps he could befriend him as well to make things go easier. He threw that thought away as fast as it came. Androids don't make friends. That's what Deviants do. He was no Deviant. Suddenly he heard something. A little humming, coming from the room next to him. Slowly and carefully, Connor peaked around the corner. There, next to a lot of pigeons, the Deviant they were searching for stood and hummed a melody while dancing around a little, or more like jumping around. At the sight Connor forgot why they were here. This Deviant was dangerous? That sweet looking, humming and jumping Android in front of him? That couldn't be. He was too precious. He couldn't possibly hurt a fly now, could he? As Connor watched M/n for a while longer some confusing feelings made their way up into his system which caused to constantly show the words Software Instability in the right corner of his vision. He ignored those though. More focused on the heavenly creation in front of him. He wanted M/n. The feelings in his system were want and desire, he finally figured out.

He walked into the room, M/n still not noticing his presence as he was having fun humming and jumping around. Just as he was about to turn around, Connor grabbed the other Android from behind and held him still. He quickly searched for the deactivation button on the model to turn him off and when he did found it, he pressed it. M/n suddenly stood still and his LED blinked red for a few more seconds before it turned off. ,,I got you...now I just have to bring you home. Hopefully Hank won't notice I just left now...", Connor talked to himself as he pulled M/n into his arms and carried him away. His legs carried him to his apartment which he got while he worked in the dpd with Hank. He hadn't want to stay at the older man's home all the time so he got his own place. The way back to Connors place wasn't too long and nobody seemed to be out on the streets at this time of the day so he could easily take M/n with him. In his apartment he laid the h/c android down onto his couch and just looked at him for a little while. Then he got to work.

He searched up what to do in a situation like this and he came across some dark looking sites on the internet that told him to lock the person up, bondage them and keep them quiet somehow and be careful to not let them leave too many handprints over his place. He was confused at first but didn't look to much into it, humans were confusing to him anyways. He even got into a little discussion on one of those dark illegal site where one person recommended him, if he wanted to keep the person in control and know where they were at all times, he should put a tracker on them. That gave Connor a idea. He smiled to himself after he planned out what he would do to keep this Android, his Android, at his side. It was getting overwhelming, those feelings he had. The want grew and grew, he needed M/n at his side forever, somehow. He would do anything to accomplish that. He pulled a few arrangements over the next day, he had turned M/n's model on again which needed a little bit to restart after the abrupt deactivation, which gave him enough time to go and get the little chip he had bought online. When he came back from his little shopping spree, he had also rather impulsively bought a collar and a leash after walking along a pet store, he opened the door to his apartment slowly. The place was totally quiet, which made the Android think that M/n's model was still restarting.

Well he had thought wrong. Just when Connor rounded the cornor into the living room, the Deviant jumped at him. They both fell to the floor, Connors contents he had bought flew a few metres away thanks to the force of M/n crashing into him. ,,Who the fuck are you?! And why did you take me?!?!", the h/c Android asked, his voice shaking with anger as well as anxiety. Defensively, Connor held his hands up. ,,I'm Connor. I'm an Android, just like you. Well. Nearly like you. I saw you yesterday and...I took you. I have this feeling in me and it makes me crave for you since I saw you and now that I have you, we can live together! You don't have to worry about getting captured, tortured or even destroyed by humans! And you can jump around and hum how much you like here with me! You'll have such a kice life here with me, I promise!", he kind of maniacally smiled up at M/n. Everything he had said caught the ex bodyguard off guard. ,,Crave...me? What do you mean?", more anxious and confused now, M/n stood up and backed away from Connor a little. ,,You belong to me now M/n! I can and will give you everything yeah? This is your new home, trust me this is going to be perfect!", he stood up as well and walked closer to M/n. ,,I even got my little Deviant something~", it nearly sounded like Connor was purring those words as he grabbed the stuff from the floor. ,,Now, be good and let me put this around you yes? It will make you look so much better!", he exclaimed. His cold hands took the collar and the leash, opening it while putting it around M/n's neck, who was still shocked and couldn't really react or do anything. After it was put comfortably around the neck and closed, Connor clipped the leash onto a little hook at the frond of the collar and tugged slightly at it which made the Deviant fall forward a little and his mouth escaped a choked gasp at the sudden pressure around his throat, which turned a little white at the irritation.

Snickering, Connor tugged a little more until M/n was right in front of him. If he could breath, the other Android would've been able to feel it on his skin. ,,So good for me darling...now to my last little gift. God you look so obedient and good in this collar and leash! If I tugg you a little closer...like...this!", he pulled and M/n finally fell fully into his chest. That gave Connor the perfect position of putting the chip into back of M/n's head. ,,Darling stay still for a second. I've got to put something into you...for your safety yes? It could hurt a little but please, remember I love you and I am doing this so you'll be able to have a better life yes?", he sugar coated what he was about to do. Panicking about what was about to happen, M/n started to free himself from Connors grip, but the other had him perfectly captured between his arms. M/n felt one cold hand travel to the back of his head, where he pushed a little around before he found what he was looking for. A little plate of metal that wasn't really connected to the rest of the other parts. So he could pull it of, with force. Which he did. Agonizing pain went through the Deviants body. His eyes were opened wide while his mout let out an silently painful scream. If he could, he would fall unconscious. He wished he could fall unconscious. He didn't want to be here in the arms of some weird Android model that has gone mad. M/n didn't even care about the pain when the chip was put into his model. He just accepted it and afterwards, when the little plate was put onto it's place again, he didn't dare to look Connor in the eyes. He was scared, confused and stressed. He should've stayed with Mistress Alina, should've not told her how he felt. Oh what he would give to just be in her presence right now and get to speak a few words with her. He missed her. So much. It made him feel even worse, now that some creepy stranger took a liking on him and decided to creepy him and make him his. He didn't want that, all he wanted was to be left alone, to fly like the pigeons did.

So aorry this is actually so fucking bad I didn't know what to write exactly 'cause I've never written or really read any yandere stuff! I'm so sorry, hope you guys still kinda enjoyed it (:

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pendragon-writes · 1 year

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𝑀𝓎 𝒟𝑜𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇

"Seeing you this upset over my injuries, is not helping me feel better."

And

"You don't have to stay at my bed all the time. You should get something to eat for yourself."

With Connor x Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Tw: Mentions of surgery, gun wound, dogs

(Can be read as romantic or platonic)

You never expected to get this injured let alone be forced to be bedridden from a mission. Sure you made it out alive but not without being shot in the stomach and Right shoulder. The doctors were able to remove the bullets and stitched you back up, even giving you a cast, but they forced you to stay home and get rest until then.

"Connor I'm fine you don't have to take care of me like I'm an old man" You groaned as you both went to your car, with him pushing your wheelchair. "Detective, the doctors instructed you to get someone to help take care of you and since I was able to request time off for the both of us it's only fitting that I take that role," The Android replied with a small smile. "Connor I told you, you can just call me by my name. I thought we were over formalities already" "Right, sorry (Y/n)" You sighed but slightly chuckled, using your good arm to pat his shoulder. "It's fine no need to stress over it, it's been what 4 months since you deviated? It's understandable" He nodded and helped you into the car. "First I get shot and now I can't go into duty until this heals. Hell, I can't even shave properly!" You rubbed your temple. While the new boots the department got weren't the worse ones you've seen they definitely weren't the best, but if you recalled correctly this was the second time you were shot and it involved a boot, first with Connor and a boot. "I should have taken the shot for you, and I didn't, now you're hurt" Just before Connor could go on with his degrading you stopped him.

"Look Connor, Seeing you this upset over my injuries, is not helping me feel better. So quit being a worry-wart I'll heal, sure I may not be able to just replace my limbs like you can on a whim but I am fine," You continued looking to your right. "Plus it wasn't your fault. You were doing what you could and we were ambushed. If anything the new guys we got messed up, sure it wasn't that big of a mess up but you aren't to blame. Plus, I don't want to hear my partner degrading himself alright," He smiled at this and nodded his head. "Good, now do you remember where I live, or am I going to have to pull up the GPS for you?" "That's quite alright, I already have it saved to my cloud," he smiled pointing to his head. "Right, I forgot you just have a file on us all back at the station," you sighed out. This comment made him laugh a little.

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As you entered the building Connor wheeled you in and brought you to your apartment. As soon as you got inside your Australian Shepherd Sherlock ran to the door and immediately jumped on you. "Hey bud I missed you too!" you grinned, while petting and scratching his ears. "Go bring me some water will ya," you told your dog. He perked up at the command and rushed to the kitchen. When you tried to stand Connor forced you back into the wheelchair. "I can manage just fine, Connor," you told him. "I know you can but please let me help you," "Fine fine, in that case, wheel me to my room will you? Hank dropped me off some cases to check over while he was dogsitting," "Sure thing (Y/n)" He responded.

Once you were laying on your bed you went straight to work, reading the case and trying to figure out anything you missed. As you were doing that your dog nudged the door back open and gave you the water, barking happily at you. You grinned at this and started scratching below his ears.

Hours passed yet Connor seemed to be unmoving as you now started to read a book. You sighed at this and closed the book you were reading. "You don't have to stay at my bed all the time. You should get something to eat for yourself," "Detective in case you have forgotten I can't eat," He explained. Your face went blank for a few seconds before you were able to reply, not without some red creeping up your neck. "R-right, man I keep forgetting you can't eat. But still just because I'm technically injured doesn't mean you have to bore yourself here while I read, how about you oh I don't know go on a bit of a jog with Sherlock, knowing you two I can tell your eager to be out and about,"

"Alright (Y/n), but are you sure you'll be okay-" "Connor, I'm going to stop you right there. I. Will. Be. Okay. Now go, I can't jog with Sherlock and you are fully capable of doing so, you can do that for me right?" "Right" "Great, now you two have fun, just not too much without me" Connor chuckled at this. "Don't worry (Y/n), we won't"

#dbh #dbh connor #dbh connor x male reader #m!reader #x male reader #male x male #x male!reader #male!reader #connor x male reader #connor rk800

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imaginativeshrimp · 2 years

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𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲? (connor x male reader)

request: Okay hello It’s me again! With a request this time. I was thinking about maybe a situation where there’s a wedding (Kara and Luther? North and Markus? Idk skdkd) where Connor takes his date and at first they’re both really awkward but maybe they’re teased into dancing via Hank meddling or something? Idk I just want super cheesy Connor at a wedding with his partner if that’s okay. With male reader maybe also 👀👀

theme: romance, slight comedy

TW: none, just Connor being an awkward sweetheart

author's note: i absolutely love this, this is fucking adorable <3 i love connor with all my heart.

Today's the day.

markus and north's wedding connor was invited to.

the android was nervous, he was awkward at social gatherings and he knew it. Connor was going with his boyfriend, who was also awkward.

Connor had on a different suit which wasn't his usual work attire, it was a dark grey suit with a matching tie.

fixing his already neat tie how he usually does, he went to check up on his boyfriend who was getting ready in the bathroom. "how the fuck do you put on a fucking tie..." Y/N grumbled, struggling to make the tie look neat, he always wondered how the hell connor could do it...he's an android, he knows how to do almost anything.

Connor peeked into the bathroom, "do you need help with your tie, Y/N?" his boyfriend sighs, nodding in annoyance. "i do, love." connor smiled sightly, walking to him and straightning out his suit's shoulder blades. Connor gently fixed his tie, making it look just like his quickly, "i'm quite jealous of your tie skills." Y/N chuckled, looking down at his now neat tie. "i could teach you, if you want." Y/N nods, smiling at connor and cupping his face in his hands. "you're so precious." Y/N kissed the tip of his nose, "you look handsome too. always." he then walked out the bathroom to get other things ready before they leave.

Connor stood in the bathroom, his led turning yellow. was he blushing?

yes. yes he was. Connor was absolutely in love with this man.

after composing himself, he looked for Y/N again. "Y/N, are you ready to go? Markus said the ceremony was approximately at 4:30 pm."

“Almost!-“ he ran back to connor, almost tripping over furniture.

“Our suits look too plain, I’m adding something to them.”

He then puts a rose with a short stem in connor’s suit pocket along with his own.

“Now we look a bit more fancy.” Y/N smiles at his little detail, “now we can go.”

He grabs connor’s hand, leading him out their shared home.

Once they arrived at the wedding, they signed the guest book and looked for their designated seats.

As they searched, Connor found hank and walked over to him to say hello.

“Good evening lieutenant Anderson. I’m surprised you’re here.” Connor smiles, as Hank rolled his eyes, “I’m also surprised I’m here.” Hank stood up and looked at Y/N. “Oh, and you brought your boyfriend too, huh?” Y/N smiles, extending his hand forward to hank,

“It’s super nice to see you again, hank.” Hank shook his hand, “likewise.”

Luckily, they were in the same table, and so the ceremony begins.

After Markus and north’s bows, along with the yes’s and the kisses, it was now the after party.

Connor was now sitting awkwardly while music was blasting, Y/N was talking to Markus.

“I really do appreciate the both of you for coming. Connor speaks a lot about you to me, even north knows about you!” He laughs, Y/N couldn’t help but blush, “hopefully only good things, yeah?” “Of course!”

Markus then walks over to Connor, patting his shoulder and leaving to talk to other guests.

Hank was sitting with them, sipping on a cup full of red wine.

Y/N Didn’t know what to do, he’s never been to a wedding before and well, he didn’t want to bother Connor asking him to do something he doesn’t like. Hank raised an eyebrow, scooching his chair closer to Connor.

“Hey, why don’t you go dance with Y/N, hm?” He asked the android, who looked at him with a yellow led.

“I haven’t asked Y/N if he likes dancing.”

Hank deadpanned, “ask him, you dumbass.”

Connor looked at Y/N, who was busy on his phone. Two awkward men being in a relationship wasn’t always easy or comfortable. Yea, Y/N loved Connor, and back and forth, but…being antisocial was a bit of a problem.

Hank sighed in annoyance, “go for it, Connor. Don’t be a party pooper.” He teased, slapping connor’s arm with his hand.

Connor nods slowly, his eyebrows slightly furrowing.

“…Y/N..?”

Hank frowned, “louder!”

“Y/N.” He spoke a bit louder, getting the attention of his boyfriend. Y/N smiled softly at Connor, “yes, love?”

Connor looked at the dance floor and then back at Y/N, “do you like dancing?”

Y/N nods, “I do, even if I’m not so good at it, I find in enjoyable.”

Hank was watching from the corner of his eyes, an eyebrow raised as he watched the two young men be stupid together. What a good wing man he is.

“Would you care to dance with me, then?” Connor stands up, his arm extended for Y/N to take.

Y/N smiles wider, taking connor’s hand. “I would love to dance with you.”

As they walked to the dance floor, the music changed to a soft rhythm. Perfect timing to slow dance.

Connor stops in his track, putting his hand on Y/N’s waist, and held his hand, while Y/N puts his hand on his shoulder.

Connor started to move his feet slowly, Y/N catches up and chuckled as he almost stepped on connor’s shoe. “I almost stepped on you-“ “android’s can’t feel pain, so if you did step on me, I wouldn’t have felt it-“

Y/N deadpanned, “I’d still feel bad if I did step on you.” Connor raised an eyebrow slightly, “you don’t have to feel bad, I can’t be hurt.”

Y/N shook his head, “you’re pretty real to me, so I will feel bad.”

They both moved in sync, looking into each other’s eyes as the music played.

“Connor, you know I love you right?”

“I do, I feel the same way. I cherish the small and big moments I have with you.”

Y/N smiled, leaning in to peck connor’s lips.

“Good, because I’m not going anywhere.”

Tag: @writhingcreature

#dbh x male reader #dbh #dbh connor #connor x male reader #x male reader #dbh connor x male reader #male reader

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bullsandthebones · 2 years

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are uh, are you guys lookin for dbh Connor x male reader? no? TOO FUCKIN BAD

I'VE GOT 2 TANGERINE FICS AND 1 CONNOR FIC IN THE WORKS RN SO HA FUCK YOU

I still have severe brain fog from when I had covid early this year and the concussion certainly isn't helping, so these are not coming out very soon, but expect them at some point in the future lol

#dbh connor x male reader #connor x male reader #connor dbh #connor dbh x male reader #dbh x male reader #tangerine x male reader #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader #connor dbh x reader #dbh connor x reader #male reader #x male reader

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all-gummed-up-inside · 1 year

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Yandere!Connor who has hundreds upon hundreds of photos of you saved to his hard drive

Yandere!Connor who’s over the moon at the fact that you’ve been partnered up together for a case

Yandere!Connor who just absolutely needs to be touching you at all times, whether it’s a hand on your shoulder or wrapped around your waist as he ‘guides’ you from danger

Yandere!Connor who follows you around like a lost puppy at the station, cuddling up to you at any given moment but it’s fine. Sure you aren’t getting any work done when he’s around, but he looks so happy as he nuzzles his face against you <3

Yandere!Connor who absolutely adores you and everything you do, it’s why he has actual hours worth of videos of you doing random day to day things.

Yandere!Connor who gets off to you almost every night before entering rest mode, all those videos and photos he takes are really paying off.

Yandere!Connor who desperately fucks himself on his fingers wishing that they were yours instead. He’s almost in tears because he keeps edging himself, telling himself that this is what you would want him to do for being so gross, he’s supposed to protect you not think about getting his pump fucked by you <3

Yandere!Connor who steals underwear from you all the time when he thinks you aren’t looking, it’s a disgusting habit of his he just seemingly can’t get rid of. It’s not like you’re encouraging it or anything, definitely not…

Yandere!Connor whose just so happy that you love him almost as much as he loves you <3

#dom reader #dbh x male reader #dbh x reader #dom fem reader #dom male reader #dom!reader #dbh smut #connor rk800 x reader #detroit become human x reader #connor rk800 #sub connor rk800 #rk800 x reader #yandere #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader

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biggestxsimps · 8 months

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hi uhmuhmuhm could i request connor dbh helping his s/o re-wrap the bandages for his s/h scars? maybe they got re-opened on accident and in the end they decorate the bandages with little drawings?? if you’re uncomfy with writings this by all means lmk i don’t wanna request smthn like this again!! have a lovely day🫶🏽

Here for you

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, it's such a cute idea and I loved writing it! I hope this did your request justice! I'm not too familiar with s/h and hope this makes sense. Please know that if you're struggling with anything like this, you're never alone.

WARNINGS: past self-harm scars (not descriptive), blood

Y/N was laying back on the cushions of his couch, eyes locked on the entertaining movie that was playing on the tv. His eyes trailed each scene, his mind numbing as he got into the action.

An itch on Y/N’s arm makes him quietly grumble, his eyes remaining on the screen as he scratches his wrist. But instead of feeling the sweet satisfaction of easing an itch, he feels a strong burning sensation. Y/N winces as he looks down at his arm, eyes widening as he sees where exactly he had scratched.

Y/N’s previous wounds had been opened up due to the excessive scratching on his wrist, Y/N used his other hand to cover the cuts that had started to seep blood.

Y/N stands up, bee-lining to the bathroom to avoid making a mess. He rushes past Connor, who had been in the kitchen. Y/N steps into the bathroom, closing and locking the door as he turns the tap on. Y/N cups water in his hand before letting it gently fall onto his burning wounds, wincing at the feeling.

Connor turns his head at the sound of loud and rushed steps, his LED turning a soft yellow at the sound of the bathroom door quickly closing. He puts aside whatever he was doing to walk over to the bathroom, gently knocking on the door as he called out to Y/N.

“Y/N? Are you okay in there?”

Y/N turns at the sound of his boyfriend, sighing as he walks over and slowly opens the door. Y/N looks into Connor’s eyes, a slightly saddened look on his face as he brings his arm into Connor’s view. “It was an accident, I didn’t mean to reopen them..”

Connor looks down at the wounds, his irises scanning the severity of it, seeing they were Y/N’s past self-inflicted injuries. He notices Y/N’s distress and nodded slowly, joining him deeper into the bathroom. The android holds his hand out to Y/N, taking his hand in his own as he guides the worried man to the edge of the bathtub.

“It’s okay, Y/N. Let’s get them cleaned up, okay?”

Connor smiles up at the man as he grabs a first aid kit from the sink cabinet, opening it and crouching in front of Y/N. Connor pulls out some wipes and a bandage, gently cleaning the weeping wounds, they hadn’t been fully opened, only letting out small drops of blood.

Connor gently wraps the bandage around Y/N's wrist, making sure it was tight enough to stop the bleeding but not tight enough to cause the man discomfort. "Does it hurt at all, love?" Connor looks from the wound into Y/N's eyes, giving him a soft and reassuring smile.

"Just stings a bit. Thank you, Connor."

Connor nods before leaning his head down, gently pulling Y/N's arm up to place a soft kiss on his boyfriend's bandages. "There, all cleaned up." Y/N's worries seem to disappear at Connor's soft actions, giving a thankful nod to the android.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Connor. Thank you."

Connor stands up from his spot, gently pulling Y/N up with him. The android wraps his arms around his lover, pulling him close as he kisses his cheek. "I'm always here for you, Y/N."

Y/N gives the other man a small nod, thankful for his partner's care. Connor takes a hold of Y/N's hand again, gently pulling him out of the bathroom and back into the living room. Connor pulls Y/N over to the couch, signaling for him to sit down.

As Y/N sits down, Connor walks over to the nearby desk, grabbing a couple markers and bringing them over to where the other man sat. Connor holds up the markers before smiling at his partner.

"Which colour do you want?"

Y/N confusedly smiled, pointing to one of his favourite colours of the bunch, Connor handing it to him. Connor puts aside the other markers as he grabs one for himself. Connor pulls off the lid and brings the tip to the newly wrapped bandages, he looks up into Y/N's eyes, almost like he was asking for permission.

Y/N realises what Connor wanted to do and warmly smiles, nodding softly before Connor gently doodles on the bandages. Connor starts off with soft little squiggles, then starts to use a little more focus as he draws the face of a familiar dog.

"Look, it's Sumo."

Y/N giggles at the sweet gesture, grateful for Connor's ability to calm him and brighten his mood. Y/N takes off the lid from his own marker, drawing small little pictures beside the ones Connor drew.

The two spent the evening laughing at their poorly drawn doodles, making each other smile as the night grew darker and Y/N's worries were replaced with gratitude.

A/N: Holy shit, we've hit 450 followers. Thank you guys so much for all your support, we really appreciate you all!

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prismuffin · 10 months

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connor dbh x male!trans!reader where he helps reader take his t shot?

Writing this as an ask I hope that's ok! Ok so I think that-

Connor has internal alarms set for when you need to take your shots. He'll politely pull you away from whatever you're doing to remind you it's time. He has enough medical knowledge to give your T-shots efficiently. If you're nervous with needles he has tactics to calm you down enough to be able to give you the shot. He asks you questions about your day to distract your brain as he preps the needle full of testosterone, squeezing your hand and responding back to your story as needed as he disinfects the area. He gives you a heads up and lets you turn away or close your eyes if needed. If you're ok with watching, that's fine too. He makes you keep talking as he gives you your shot though. Afterwards he'll throw praises your way as he re-cleans the area. He'll ask if you want a designed band-aid, a normal one, or none at all and whichever you pick is the one you'll get. He places a kiss to your thigh/hip after the band-aid is placed before kissing your cheek and thanking you for doing so well before he leaves to put the testosterone away.

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kandyrezi · 2 years

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Ok so for my request I was thinking if was that maybe Connors s/o doesn't come home for a long time and he gets worried and looks for her. But turns out she got lost and slipped when she started to rain. :3 thank youuuuuu

—come rain, come forth;

pairing: yandere!connor rk800 x reader

(warnings: mild possessiveness, mentions of stalking)

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

IT WAS becoming increasingly obvious it’d been a mistake on his part to allow you outside the house – you said you trusted him, and he in turn trusted you not to do anything reckless.

[ 7:07 ] reads the digital clock.

You promised to be home seven minutes ago, but humans weren’t always punctual with time - though feeling uneasy - he stayed idle for a little while longer, calibrating his systems and keeping alert by flipping his coin back and forth with flawless coordination and reflexes.

There was always that possibility of you seeking shelter with someone else and telling them of the misconducts he's committed, but that stayed a 'worst case scenario' situation for now. He just hoped you would have returned home before the estimated downpour at this hour from the weather forecast, yet the rain outside only continued to get heavier.

Connor couldn’t bring himself to just wait either as passing seconds turned to minutes.

[ 7:14 ]

Not willing to stay idle any longer, the coin was promptly forgotten about and pocketed as he left for outside, closing the door behind him and the rain began to pelt against his skin, but it didn’t bother him. October was bleak, gray, and beginning its sunset at this hour, meaning he had to meet you halfway before it got pitch dark. He knew of the usual path you routinely used to take he discreetly followed after, to make sure you were safe, on your way back to your home before the two of you ‘officially’ moved in together.

Water puddles on the sidewalk reflected flickering, jaded signs and light from streetlamps. If tracing your footsteps didn't work, he could in theory check the security tapes outside the bodega you visited to gain some idea where you might have been headed to. Not many people were walking around in this area of the city, nor the next block, and his facial recognition software singled out anyone who wasn't of interest.

Momentarily coming to a halt, there was a lone person with folded arms in a familiar red [ #F74D28 ] cable knit cardigan he recalled seeing roughly an hour ago, leaning with back against the clay and brick three-story office building.

Scanning the area in the dim alleyway, a database-registered name matched with an ID photo came up.

Confirming with absolute certainty it was the person he was searching for, he approached you while calling for you to alert of his presence.

Your clothes were soaked, lone drops of rain pelted off of your head and onto the pavement from edge of the roof below as the water flowed into the storm drain around the corner of the building you were standing underneath the roof of. You looked up, mildly surprised, as you wiped some wet strands from your face.

“C-Con...”

“I thought something had happened to you,” he sounded a little exasperated, yet worried all the same, “What are you doing just standing here?”

In this weather it really looked like you were crying, raindrops substituting for tears, but it was only a surface illusion; the corners of your retina didn't have any redness to them, and he obviously didn't let the smallest details slip by his advanced programming when it came to you.

“I’m sorry, Connie,” you sniffled, rain mixing with snot running from your sinuses (if he didn’t get you back in time, you could potentially catch a viral infection), “I’m just… I-I don’t know...”

He was no stranger to nicknames, ‘plastic prick’ or ‘that thing’ were common by some particularly hostile humans, but yours was out of fondness and he held it close to him for this reason. Without rush, he waited for you to continue.

“I haven’t been to this part of town in a long time, then the rain got worse, so I tried for a shortcut to get home quicker, but I think I remembered it wrong, because the alleyway was blocked off. I tried to climb over this yard, but I slipped and fell into the mud… then I got even more lost, until I just decided to wait for the rain to give in a bit before moving...”

You hadn’t left the house in a long time, it was natural for you to get lost in the big city.

He had two options to choose from, but it was already obvious to him which approach he would take.

>CHASTISE

>UNDERSTANDING

Upon closer inspection, your hands had specks of grime on them that hadn’t been washed away, so did your pants, and shoes. He concluded you were telling the truth regarding your absence.

The android shrugged off his coat and let it slip from his shoulders, wrapping it to cover your smaller stature as the fabric provided temporary shelter for your already shivering body. He lead you out from the alleyway back to side of the pavements from the main road to avoid any possible incoming cars pelting you with water upon driving through rainwater-filled potholes.

He wasn’t saying a lot, only concerned for your health at this current moment of time, and you must have sensed the sour mood regarding his silence.

“I’m sorry for worrying you...”

“It’s alright,” he reassured, knowing it was out of your control for this to have happened. He was more relieved over the fact you hadn’t intended to abandon him.

He allowed you to link your arm with his own, securely holding you close until he could call for an automatic taxi.

“Would you like some tea once we’re back home?” he asked.

“I-I’d like that. Thank you, Connor.”

. . .

a/n: this has a bit of a different CSS formatting (which i was experimenting with) on ao3. have a look at that instead, maybe? ; _ ; ...anyway, this took a while but i’m slowly gettin’ around to answering old messages... slowly... /faints

#dbh #dbh connor x reader #connor rk800 x reader #detroit become human #connor rk800 #yandere x reader #dbh connor #male yandere #yandere #ficlets #ok the yan part is somewhat subtle. but still. he's got some loose screws

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twoheartswrites · 1 year

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Can you write a Hank, Connor, Markus, and Luther (separately) x reader fic where the reader likes to dress feminine and likes to paint his nails and stuff like that and the reader wants to paint Hanks, Connors, Markus’s etc nails or like do their makeup? Please and thank you 💗

Feminine Reader w/ DBH guys HCs

Fem aligned people (+ She/Her users) DNI

[FTM Friendly] Male Reader x DBH Guys

Fluff/Hcs

Detroit Become Human

Hank:

When he first met you, he felt happy that you felt so confident in how you express yourself.

It's what pulled himself to you in the first place

He loves also having pictures of you too because of it

He finds it contrast dynamics really attractive. He's a gruff "Hawaiian shirt" kinda guy who's dating a sweet "Cardigan with Fancy Pants" guy

Makes his heart melt

Especially if there's a height difference (Either way if you're taller or shorter, he loves height difference)

I feel like it'd take him a lot of convincing for him to wear makeup, especially if you try to get him to wear it outside of the house

but nail painting is on the table.

Colors like pink, or blue, or black if it goes well with his shirt

He's also very supportive of multicolor

Like having a dark blue on his index fingers while all the other nails are black

Now if you wanna do makeup, it'll take a while. But once you've finally convinced him (and maybe even promised that it'll only be an at home thing) he'll finally give in

He's a little flinchy, and pretends to hate it, and though for him the makeup feels "Heavy"

he still enjoys the end result, especially if you like it too

Connor:

It didn't phase him at all when he first met you

in fact, he never really paid attention to the fact until he introduced you to Hank

After you had left and it was just him and Hank, Hank started to explain to him the comparison's of how guys tend to wear more masculine things rather than feminine

Connor starts learning about fashion after that from magazines

I mean, if Connor were offered a dress or a tux, he wouldn't care for either, really. "It depends on the occasion" he says.

But now when he's with you, he's singing more praises towards you

He's more away of how others and you dress

"You're wearing pretty make up today" "Your shirt and nail match! :)" "So you're telling me you purposely match your shoes with your tops?"

If you ever try to paint his nails or do his makeup, he'll absolutely, with no hesitation, accept.

he could watch you paint his nails all day

He could chat your ears off while you do his makeup too

He loves the idea of makeup and painting his nails

Markus:

You're one of Carl's friends, one of the few that still care for him as a person, so Carl doesn't have one problem with you and introduces you to Markus

Markus's first thoughts of you was "Wow, he's really sweet and looks cute..."

You eventually start dating, and that means adding new clothes to impress your android boyfriend

You stop by the house every week to visit and take care of Carl

and to visit your boyfriend

Carl teaches you to paint, and you show him your makeup skills

One day, Markus will be doing dishes while you and Carl talk and Carl says something like

"You should do Markus's makeup"

He probably only said that cus Markus may have said some things about wanting you to paint his nails and stuff, but he thought Carl was already asleep by them

You happily bring it up later in private after Carl's asleep

And Markus is secretly very excited about it too

Do his makeup, paint his nails, he loves it all <3

Luther

Luther loves praising others, and loves to call you handsome and pretty all the time

He offers his face and hands to you the very moment you meet

"Oh you have very cool hands, do you mind painting my nails someday?"

"I like your makeup, maybe you could teach me?"

He's a very Quality Time romantic

So when you spend time focusing on making him almost as handsome as you, he can't help that he likes you this much.

He loves your clothing choice as well, and he seems like the type to also know some fashion tips, so he'll give you advice once in a while

As long as you want it

and if you're willing to give him advice too

#DBH Hank #DBH Connor #DBH Luther #DBH Markus #x male reader #male reader #m reader #x m reader #gay #trans male reader #x trans male reader #x ftm reader #ftm reader #HCs #DBH #Detroit Become Human #&.twoheartswrites

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bigfan-fanfic · 2 years

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Unwarranted Assistance (Reader x Connor DBH)

Requested by anonymous for Hank tries to help Connor ask you out

"You dirty bag of bolts!" Hank says with no real venom in his voice. In fact he sounds almost fond of his android partner.

"I assure you, Lieutenant, I keep myself in adequate condition. And Cyberlife does not use bolts in its construct-"

"Ah, forget it." Hank groans. "So... you like Y/N, then? Makes sense. When you're in charge of the archives, you're already part robot, eh?" Hank waves away Connor's all-too-literal refutation.

Connor shifts uncomfortably, and Hank would almost be certain that if the android were human, he'd be blushing. "I find Y/N's demeanor... soothing."

Hank groans before it appears curiosity wins out. "Do androids even get... turned on?"

Connor frowns. "Cyberlife did not equip me with genitalia, so it is difficult to gauge sexual arousal, Lieutenant. However, now that I am Deviant... I do not think the idea altogether implausible."

Hank grins suddenly, the expression unfamiliar for his facial muscles. "Your LED." the older man lets out a giggle. "Oh, god, it's like your boner. Your light turns green whenever Y/N passes by!"

Connor just stares at Hank, obviously not amused.

Hank finally settles down and kicks his feet up onto his desk. Connor sweeps them off and Hank scowls.

"Look, so you know what the next step is, right?"

"Do you mean... engaging in a proposition of courtship?"

"God, Con- just ask him on a date!"

Connor frowns. "I... am programmed with the knowledge of what a date is. However, I am... nervous?"

Hank sighs. "I'm gonna have to teach you how to ask someone out, aren't I?"

After about three hours of slacking off - Hank has been delighted to find that since becoming Deviant, Connor has not been so rigid about following protocol - they still haven't gotten any further than Connor attempting to talk about butterflies.

Something twinges in Hank as he remembers waiting in the car while his teenage son asked a boy out. Cole ran right back, dove into the car, and let out a whoop and had thanked Hank for his advice. Hank shunts this memory to the back of his mind.

"Alright, look. Since you're obviously hopeless, I'll give you a little cheat code, okay? It's not about chatting someone up - that can help, but it's not essential. We gotta break it down to bare bones. 'I like seeing you around, and I'd like to spend more time with you if that's okay. Would you like to go out sometime?' That's what you want to say."

Connor nods. "Condense the message to the essentials. Thank you, Hank."

Hank follows anyway. Not because he wants to support the android. Nope.

Connor finds you among the files like usual. Even with Cyberlife providing so much in the way of labor, you've kept your job at the station simply because most people don't feel comfortable leaving everything in the justice system up to robots.

"Ahem." Connor makes the sound out of courtesy, having no actual throat to clear.

"Ah! Detective Connor!" you smile, turning to him.

Hank claps a hand over his face as Connor opens his mouth and freezes. It's like he's glitching.

"Uh... Connor? Are you okay?" you ask in slight concern for the statue-still android.

Hank steps into the room. "Connor likes seeing you around and wants to spend more time with you, if possible. Like, on a date. He's asking you out. Connor wants to go on a date."

Hank curses under his breath. When did he get so bad at this?

You chuckle a little and look at Connor. "I'd love to. Uh... will Hank be coming too or will you be able to move by then?"

Hank snickers a little and Connor snaps back into movement. "I will, er... perform a software diagnostic and ensure I am at full capacity for our... date."

It's only when Hank and Connor are walking back to their desk that they realize that no details have been discussed, and now they have to go back.

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clarks-letterman · 2 years

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connor + therium blue

…ignore the headshots i can’t find anything else-

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pendragon-writes · 1 year

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Laundry

Male!Reader: Hey Connor did you make sure to separate the reds before you started the laundry?

Connor, pulling out a pink dress shirt: That explains why your shirt is now pink...

Male!Reader:

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thepikal0pie · 6 months

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Conner x ftm Reader

Apologies if this isn't the best, I'm still new to posting! If you have any tips lmk I. The comments 🙏

Summery:

You haven't shown up to the station for a few days so Conner goes to check on you...

Warnings: angst, body dysmorphia,

Conner noticed the station was a bit different as of late,as this was the 5th day in a row that you had missed work. He tapped his fingers anxiously on the desk, looking up at Hank sitting across from him. The sunlight that filter through the window made Hank's pale hair shimmer as he moved his head. A loud drawn out sigh came from the older detective in front of him.

"Conner what's wrong? Your tapping is starting to piss me the fuck off" Hank growled out, but Conner could hear the concern in his voice. "I'm worried about y/n...he hasn't reported in for work for 5 days now." The android's fingers drummed on the edge of his desk faster and more aggressively. His mind raced as a feeling of worry pooled in his gut, afraid something had happened to you. Hank did a double take looking at the Android in front of him his eyebrows creasing and his lips creasing into a thin line. "Five days? Jesus, I didn't realize it had been that long... The last case must have fucked with my sense of time or some shit"

The drumming of fingers stopped as he made eye contact with Hank. "Where is his file? I could go check in on him at his home" Hank rolled his eyes and smirked nodding to the file cabinet behind him. "Yeah Conner and the last time you came to "check in" on someone you broke a window to get in, so make sure to be careful this time". Conner rolled his eyes flipping through the different manilla folders in the cabinet,pulling one out. "Well I hope the circumstances aren't as dire as last time lieutenant" Hank nodded and went back to his paperwork shuffling through files on his desk grumbling.

Your pov

You can't remember how many days it had been since you've been to work, let alone outside of your apartment. The air was stagnant, musty in a way, there were piles of clothing on the floor clean and dirty mingling together. You had lately been hit with a wave of dysphoria, one of your worst ones yet. You had woken up on Monday to go to work, but had a glance of yourself in the mirror, it was just a check that you were nice and tidy for work but it turned into something worse.

You clenched your fingers as you laid in bed looking out the window, still being able to feel the small shards of the mirror still embedded in your right hand. Your stomach grumbled but you couldn't be bothered to get up, you weren't in the mood to eat. Rolling over to the other side of the bed you sigh and groan into your pillow,just feeling absolutely horrible about yourself.

A quick glance at your nightstand showed your phone had blown up and notifications, from friends, work, and a couple from your family. You hadn't felt like talking but you had let your family know you were at least alive and breathing. The reflection of yourself in the window caught you off guard that's another way of dysphoria hit you, your heart ached at that, hurting at the fact you were born in the wrong body. About to fall asleep something broke the silence in your apartment.

*knock knock knock*

Three loud knocks reverberated on the door of your apartment. You turned away pulling the covers tighter, ignoring the knocking, hoping the person would go away. You flinched as the three loud knocks rang out again, this time accompanied by a voice, a familiar one at that. "Y/n? Are you alright?" It was Conner,the Android you had become fond with ever since he joined the station. Connor and you had gotten along quite well, you two are even gone as far as to go get lunch with Hank together.

A loud crash was heard from your living room, accompanied by footsteps, light but convective. You sat up in your bed pulling the covers up to your chest looking at the door as it flung open, Connor was standing there panting as he finally made eye contact with you. "Y/n your alri-" Connor Paused as he looked around your room, noticing the state it was in, then noticing the state you were in. Immediately came rushing to the side of your bed looking you over, you could tell he was scanning you for your vitals to make sure you were in good health. "What...why are you even here Conner?" He paused looking at you again pulling himself closer "I came to check on you you haven't shown up or answered any calls or text for days... I was worried there was something wrong... And clearly I'm correct..." He looked you up and down his brows furrowing.

"what's wrong?" His voice was so gentle and calming, it made you break. Tears spilled out of your eyes as you grip the sheets around your tighter and letting out a choked sob. "I-i just... I don't feel..." You had a hard time finding your words trying to explain your feelings to the Android in front of you. He wrapped his arms around you resting his chin on your shoulder. "It's alright y/n you don't have to say anything..." You hugged him, wrapping your arms around his back feeling his surprisingly warm body.

Once you finally calm down you sat down with Connor and tried to explain what you were feeling. "It's called dysphoria... It's... Sometimes I just don't feel good in my body and I like- freak out on myself..." Your eyes meet Connor's as he nods. "If there's anything I can ever do to help you please let me know... All right?" You nod and smile as you hold his hand tighter.

He notices the shards of glass Infinity in your hand picking it up with gentle ease."where can I find your first aid? If your okay with me taking care of this" he gestures to the wounds on your hand. You smile and tilt your head towards the bathroom "bottom left cabinet".

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