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a small compilation of moments between autistic!reader + connor
happy disability pride month <3
anon requested : hi! i was wondering if you could do something with connor and the autistic reader and like them going nonverbal and how he would handle that? You don’t have to do it if you don’t wanna! :)
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temperature irregulation ♥︎
hank was a firm believer in a cold house. when the summer season came and brought a heatwave with it, the older man wouldn’t allow anything other than a brisk, chilly living room.
it was often you’d come over to go over old cases and study with hank. interning with the detroit police department was fun — the academy, however, you could live without. you’d learned to dress warm when visiting hank’s house, having a hard time warming up once you were cold.
“here,” a thicker sweater is placed over the couch, the sleeve laying on your shoulder. you take it without thought, swapping your thinner one for the new one. connor smiles at the pattern on your fuzzy socks, the sight of your toes curling in delight at the warmth bringing something tender to his brain. “better?”
you nod with a hum, “thanks, detective.”
hank rolls his eyes, hiding the curl of his lips at your obliviousness. “anyways, as i was saying—”
[interrupted] routine ♥︎
every day at 12:10 pm, you’d wander into the breakroom for a snack and drink refill. connor didn’t mean to memorize your specific regimen — but after watching you do the same thing for a week straight, it stuck to his mind.
you loitered in the doorway to the breakroom, peeking in occassionally to see if it’d emptied out any. gavin caught your gaze, rolling his eyes at your hesitance. it was then you spotted the mug in his hands — your mug, the one you always used. your frown deepened.
connor budged his way into the crowd, bumping into gavin and causing his drink to spill. every curse leaving the human’s mouth went ignored — connor only watched as you cowered away from gavin’s angry steps as he left. grabbing the dropped mug, connor rinsed it four times before holding it out to you shyly.
you crept into the breakroom, grabbing the handle of the mug and shooting the android a thankful grin.
stimming with pressure ♥︎
hank opened the door to his house with a sigh. connor’s eyebrows furrowed as he tilted his head, questioning the elder silently. hank leans against the door, “[name]’s been here a while, s’all. won’t leave my bathtub.”
a safe zone, connor concludes, somewhere small and compact ; where you could see every corner and every threat. he makes his way to the bathroom without another thought, pausing at the sight of you.
your eyes are closed, face crumpled in displeasure as you clench and unclench your fists in a pattern. connor knocks on the door, announcing his presence without startling you. your eyes fly open, “hello, detective.”
“you can call me connor, if you’d like.” the android steps further into the bathroom slowly, allowing you to object if you need to. your eyes stay on him — his thirium pump stutters in his chest. “anything i can do to help?”
taking in a deep breath, you puff your cheeks as you release the air. “maybe. if you don’t think it’s weird.”
connor stares down at you, his upper lip curled in hesitance as you lay in hank’s bed. you adjust yourself, wiggling around until you’ve splayed your limbs where you want them. you blink up at him, “well?”
“it is a little... strange.” connor tries to be nice, he really does. but asking an android to lay on you — to put their full weight on you — he’s concered. “i will crush you.”
you roll your eyes, “i have a weighted blanket at home ; it’s no different.”
“i weigh quite a bit more than—”
“are you going to lay on me or not, connor?”
maybe it was the sound of you saying his name for the first time ; maybe it was the way you looked so defeated. whatever it was, connor found himself laying on you as gently as he could. the relaxation was immediate — he could feel the breath of relief you let out ; the way your body sagged.
you fell asleep that way — with connor holding his breath and tensing up the closer you got.
sensory overload ♥︎
the scene you were going to was a lot. it was nighttime now, the sirens and flashing lights bringing everyone’s attention this way. hank leaves the car first, grumbling as he goes. the sound that leaks through his open door causes you to whimper.
connor turns his head to you, “everything alright?”
your gaze hasn’t left the window as you squint, blinking at all of the lights. you gulp before biting your lip. “i’ll be fine. this is what i signed up for.”
you’re barely out of the car and already wincing at the noise and the lights. you can’t see hank ; can’t hear or understand anything being said around you. the world is blinking in hues of red and blue, wailing sirens going off with every flash of the lights.
the sound grows muffled as soft and sturdy hands cup your ears. a thumb moves from your ear briefly, just long enough for you to hear a whisper. “close your eyes and i’ll lead you into the house. that’s where the lieutenant is.”
trusting connor’s words — a little too easily — you squeeze your eyes shut. your hands go up to cover his, sealing your ears from the harsh sounds around you. stumbling a little here and there, you eventually feel a difference in temperature as you enter the house.
letting out a sigh, your shoulders moving with the motion, slowly your eyes peel open. you glance at connor, ignoring the tenderness of his gaze. “thanks, connor.”
he lets out a deep breath, ignoring the sly grin hank sends his way. “no problem, [name].”
verbal shutdown ♥︎
it happened so quick. your safe foods had vanished from their designated cabinet ; your chair’s wheel was squeaking incessently ; hank hadn’t shown up today. everything was piling on and you finally exploded.
the evidence locker was empty as you shakily typed in hank’s password. you hit the wrong button a few times, squeezing your eyes together at the little beeps. your breathing picks up — you hold it in your chest and shake your hands, releasing the tension built inside you.
you all but crawl into the secure room, your back hitting the wall as you sit down. your eyes squeeze shut again and you go through the motions, choosing the less destructive ways to calm yourself down.
none of them work.
when connor finds you, you’re drawing shapes on the floor with your finger. you’ve curled into yourself, not making a sound ; your usual means of comfort absent from your lips. he walks to you cautiously, “[name]? hank has returned. he’s asking to see you.”
you don’t move ; not a sound falls from your lips. connor sits in front of you, crossing his legs as he waits. from his suit pocket comes a ring of multicolored notecards — your eyes flash to his at the sight of them. connor holds them out further so that you can see them properly. “want to use these?”
a miniscule nod, but it’s enough to make him smile. “alright,” he flicks through the blue cards — feelings. stopping at your set of upset verbs, he slides the ring your way. “any of these describe how you’re feeling?”
a shaky finger hits the word overstimulated before dragging over to panic. connor nods, flipping to the pink set — solutions. “what do you want to do? go home ; nap ; have a snack ; get your puzzle book ; coloring book...” connor holds them up to you, reading out each one until you nod — except you don’t. pausing, connor speaks up again, “want me to leave?”
you shake your head. slowly, your hand crawls across the floor until it meets his. you nudge his hand, curling your fingers under his. connor holds his breath, adjusting your fingers until you’re holding hands properly. his eyes stay to the floor, “this is okay, too. let me know when you’re ready to leave.”
emotional regulation ft. lots of crying ♥︎
“connor,” your voice brings him out of his work. standing beside his desk, connor watches as you sway side to side. he tilts his head and it makes your eyes water. “i’m going to cry.”
that was his cue to take you into his arms. connor stands to do so, gathering your body against his and rocking you side to side slowly. your body hiccups a few times, sniffles leaving your nose occassionally. you seem to calm down even more as he rubs your back soothingly — connor’s led light flashes yellow as he stores that information for later.
you pull away with a deep breath, rubbing your face with the hoodie you’re wearing. connor frowns, “better?”
you nod, “needed that. thank you.”
“want to tell me what upset you? only if you want to.”
connor never knew what to expect your answer to be. sometimes you just shook your head and snuggled close to him again. other times, you did talk about why you were crying and it made connor realize the extent of human emotions.
“no more chocolate in the snack cabinet.”
“had a nice dream.”
“hank is wearing yellow.”
“it’s such a pretty day today!”
“too much noise.”
“gavin cut his hair.”
you let out another sniffle, lips pouting in thought. “not too sure this time. jus’ felt like i needed to cry.”
connor nods to himself, his led light whirring yellow once more. “i’m glad you feel comfortable with me, [name]. i’ll be here if you need another cry.”
you grin, meeting his eyes for a brisk second before reaching out to hold his hand. you swing your entwined hands lightly, grin softening into something gentle. “i know. thanks, con.”
the detective was sure he’d implode because of you soon. just not yet — not when you’re still holding his hand.
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for some reason my brain tells me to only write autistic readers n pair them w connor. like?? work w me here!! anyways. i hope this was okay, remember to take your meds, drink some water and have a nice snack!!
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I'm halfway through with these creepy october prompt drabbles and I think I'm going to miss writing them when the event is over
#could do drabble requests with another prompt list after this 👀#drabbles are fun#little stories with only 100 words#dbh drabbles#dbh#writing#could also do a few more words then
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[ Gavin and Nines doing something dumb to rescue a kitten. - for Klayr de Gall💖]
Confession time: I read a drabble like this before so this therefore inspired by that so, dear author of said drabble, this is for you much love and kudos!
G9 cat squad! Have Sparky the android cat xD!
Update: Here is the drabble in question by the lovely @embershx!
You can check out the days early up on Patreon!
#this is loosely inspired by the drabble#like Gavin is just trying to lure out a stray cat and roped 9s into it#only to find out it's an android cat which explains it not coming out for food#dbh#feb2023artprompts#judeshottoart#dbh gavin#dbh rk900#reed900#g9#RK900 not seeing the cat 'cause he's staring at his crush('s butt)#And Gavin '80% of my money is for my cats' Reed
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Day 31: Rough Sex
Fandom: Detroit: Become Human
Character: Elijah Kamski
Warnings: rough sex, implied usage of toys, slapping of the ass, P in V, light bondage, after care.
A/n: last one and I wish I could have done better.
Elijah loved you, adores you, you were everything to him. His rock, his partner in life, the one he want’s to spend the rest of his life with. It was known to everyone how important you were.
He loves to spoil you, he would give you anything you desired and if he couldn’t he would try to create wherever it was.
He could never turn you down, not when you gave him that cute little smile he loved so much. Which his how he found himself in this predicament. You naked on the bed, arms tied above you.
Such an alluring sight, especially since your chest was heaving. You pussy wet from your last orgasm he brought forth thanks to the toy pushed off to the side.
“Elijah.” You whined, giving him a small pout. “I want you, now.”
Elijah’s eyes glinted with a mix of desire and amusement as he heard your desperate plea. Bending down,he wetted his lips with a wicked grin, his voice dripping with playful taunting.
"Oh, darling, you're so impatient," he teased, his voice husky with desire. "But don't worry, I'm more than happy to oblige."
He wasted no time in shedding his own clothes, his body now fully exposed to your hungry gaze. With a swift and fluid motion, he positioned himself between your legs, his desire evident in every inch of his being.
He lent in close, his lips brushing against yours, his voice a low, seductive growl. "You ready, love? Because I'm about to fuck you so hard, it'll leave you breathless. Brace yourself, darling"
And with that, he plunged into you with a primal force, filling you completely. He set a relentless pace, his thrusts deep and powerful, his body moving in perfect synchrony with yours as your body arched from the restraints.
He reveled in the feel of your tightness around him, the way you clung to him, driving him further into a frenzy of pleasure. With each thrust, he relished in the sounds you made, the way your body responded to his every movement.
Your bodies moved together in a symphony of desire, he couldn't help but let out a low, guttural moan. He was lost in the raw intensity of your connection, consumed by the hunger that drove you both.
He whispered in your ear, his voice filled with a mix of desire and adoration. "You feel so fucking good, beautiful. You're mine, all mine. And I'm gonna make you come so hard, you'll forget your damn name."
And true to his words, he continued to pound into you with an unrelenting fervor, pushing you towards the edge of pleasure, determined to make you scream his name in ecstasy.
Your eyes sliding closed as your felt your orgasm hit you, your walls clenching tightly around his cock, fingers clutching the restraints tightly in your fist.
Elijah’s eyes burned with desire as he felt your walls clench around him, your orgasm washing over you in waves of pleasure. He continued to thrust into you, riding out your climax with a mixture of satisfaction and longing.
"Fuck" he groaned, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and raw desire. "You came so hard, so beautifully. You're absolutely breathtaking."
He quickened his pace, chasing his own release as he reveled in the sensation of her pulsing around him. The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, a symphony of passion and desire.
With a final, powerful thrust, he let out a guttural moan as he found his own release, spilling himself inside of you. He collapsed onto the bed, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
He turned to you, a contented smile on his face. "You are incredible. You never fail to amaze me."
Freeing your arms and legs,he pulled you close letting his arms wrap around you as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I love you. Always and forever."
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Cyberlife wanted an android that could worm it's way into places it should never have been.
More specifically, Kamski wanted an android smart enough to evolve and live as a human undetected.
And that's why Gavin Reed existed.
Documents forged, a full background and identity made with full memories of a childhood and a life all going inside his coding.
No LED, carefully manufactured blood that mimicked the look and smell of human blood. No thirium, somehow. Kamski already made legendary technology, and now he's making something more...
Gavin was released into the world, and immediately began to work to find a job. He needed a space to live, and he wanted a pet or two.
He went through the police academy then into the DPD. He easily climbed the ranks while no one suspected a thing. Like a human, he scarred and felt physical pain.
Gavin was Kamski's miracle. He went back to him at any given chance, he believed the man was his brother. His coding said so.
He didn't need deviancy to feel. He was like that from the start.
No one was supposed to know he wasn't human. And no one would find out if he kept it all under wraps...
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"Halloween Mission" Connor x Reader
(Imagine: Connor searching for you when your phone's battery dies.)
(A/N: This got out of hand and is basically an insert reader. Guess this is my first one with rk800!
Warnings: none. Unless you count a mild reference to Assassin's Creed.
Word Count: ?? I'm on my phone.)
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Of all nights, it was Halloween.
People were trick or treating, going to parties, working late shifts, causing mischief, eating candy, and a list of over fifty activities.
Connor had thought of them all and more unsavory ones. He had hoped that this year would be calm in the city. A big hope, but his nonetheless.
Deviancy tended to do that. Emotions.
Along with deviancy came new experiences and friendships. You were both of those surprises for Connor.
A friendship that may have started oddly, however neither of you would trade a second of it. Connor valued you as a friend. He cared. He could talk to you about anything. He trusted you.
Halloween night he worried.
Already knowing you were joining other friends to an event, Connor didn't want to interrupt your fun. Yet, you sent him photos throughout the night nonetheless. That wasn't the problem.
The issue arose when his texts were left unread. A promise of another set of photos was left empty. Your voicemail being the only reply Connor could receive.
He waited fifteen minutes. After that he checked to see your location via your phone. Nothing. No update.
Thirty minutes later, Connor was passing the third long line of guests as they waited to board an attraction.
In his life, he had not scanned so many faces in such a short amount of time.
Connor needed to find you. In a place that crowded, there was no telling what could have happened to you.
Hopefully nothing, Connor thought. This could be a sign of overreacting. He shouldered passed a group of people dressed as hooded assassins.
"Need help, man?" One of them asked.
"No, no, no." Another said with a grin and then said dramatically, "he's on a mission. He's got a contract."
The friend bumped the other and rolled their eyes.
Connor decided to amuse them. To add to their fun target than load them with his worry. Smirking, Connor backed away saying, "I always accomplish my mission."
Leaving the excited chatter behind him was one of his many steps. The event space was large. It was a challenge he didn't hesitate to take.
He eyed an enthusiastic crowd in front of a live band and hesitated.
They said they were thinking of skipping--
His thoughts were interrupted by a voice. Connor turned around.
"Connor!" You called out in surprise and relief.
The android ran up to you without delay. "Are you alright? You didn't answer your phone and your location was offline--"
"The battery died."
"What?" He looked bewildered.
"I had it charged, but that new app sucked it up." You grabbed his hand, cool to the touch. "I'm sorry. I'm fine though. A little cold maybe, but I'm glad to see you."
Connor gave your hand a light squeeze.
"Did you... I freaked you out, didn't I?" You asked, frowning. "I'm sorry."
"It's alright. I....admittedly thought the worst." Connor sighed. "You said how your friends were going on a ride without you and I wasn't.... comfortable with the idea of you being alone. Here."
"But you're here now."
He nodded. Sheepish in your presence. A little too aware of how you still held his hand.
"We can't waste your ticket, right?" You smiled, hopeful.
"Right." Connor matched your smile. "Where would you like to go?"
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Connor’s helpfulness
summary :: Connor knows you’re stressed, and helps you relax with a ‘friendly’ massage
relationship :: pining, semi-platonic
reader gender :: could be read as fem aligned,,, mentions of wearing a bra
The door handle to your apartment jiggled, then twisted and opened. You broke away from the streaming television and peered over the couch to watch Connor enter; his damp coat over his forearm and hair neatly slicked back with rain water.
“Hi Connor.” You greeted, now sitting up. “How was work?”
Connor felt a flutter of relief as your domestic question met his audio processors. Although nothing troubling happened at the station, he still felt relaxed any time he opened the door and was greeted by you. It was a comforting scenario. “It was alright,” he responded, hanging his blazer on a nearby rack, “how was your day?”
This greeting amongst one another had become something of a routine since Connor had begun living with you; now that the peaceful android revolution had taken place and he had gone deviant.
“Ahh,” you waved him off, “you know how it is.”
He didn’t, of course, but assumed your day wasn’t the greatest since you didn’t even bother to hide your feelings behind a simple “it was okay”. Before he could question you further, you were laying on the couch and continuing to indulge yourself with the TV, he would join you later after getting into his ‘casual clothing’ (something you bought for him after finding him asleep in his uniform).
“What will we be watching tonight?” Connor asked standing in his long blue linen pyjamas, a hot cup of something in his hand. Not for him, you knew.
A sweet smile warmed your lips. “Anything you want, Connor.” Thankfulness riddled your voice as he handed you the warm cup. Your tired eyes softened when they met with his. At times like this, it was hard to know where the line stood between roommate and soulmate.
“Perhaps something relaxing.” He suggested, sitting beside you on the spacious couch.
You hummed, pressing your lips to the mug, testing the temperature “why?”
He looked at you, confused, as though it was obvious why, still he enlightened you, “Because you are in a state of stress, you’re tensed.” He added. It was easy to tell just by looking at you, even your sitting position seemed defensive.
You didn’t bother to deny the fact. “Yeah, my shoulders are super stiff at the moment. Don’t have the money to spend on a massage right now, I’ll have to start saving up.” You shrugged lightly, blowing off Connor’s detection. The ‘stiffness’ in your shoulder muscles was an understatement, heck, it even hurt to wear a bra for a few hours.
“May I help?” He asked. The question stunned you, but Connor was unbelievably kind sometimes, so something like this wasn’t out of the ordinary. He had just brewed you your favourite hot drink a moment ago.
“Oh Connor it’s fine, you don’t need to do anything for me.” Although human politeness forced you to speak those words, your aching neck, shoulders and back were screaming at you to let him rub you all over.
“I would like to insist,” he pushed (thank God), “afterwards, we can continue with movie night.”
You weren’t sure how to agree without sounding too eager, so you only stuttered: “O-Okay…”
He guided you to the side, prompting you to face away from him. “May I take off your shirt?” He asked, very kindly.
“Okay..” you allowed him to lift your shirt from the back halfway and you slipped it off. His hands were now on your bare back, softly pushing you down. You grabbed a nearby pillow and used it to support your head as you lay flat against the couch. With the front of your body pressed against the sofa, Connor unclipped your bra (with one hand, might I add) and pushed its wings to the side. Your shoulders felt free again and you sighed into the pillow; flushed and embarrassed. Was this really okay? What did this mean for your relationship? Was he flirting? Or did he simply find this action to be helping a friend in need? Your hazy thoughts quickly dissolved As Connor’s hands pressed into your waist, sending a pleasurable tingle over your bare back. You closed your eyes, too focused on the feeling his lukewarm fingers made when indenting your skin than to notice any of your other four senses.
A breathy groan escaped your lips, indicating to Connor he had the correct pressure applied and that the experience he was giving you was pleasurable.
His thumb worked into the tensed tissue to get you into a state of relived tenderness. He rubbed circles into the knotted area of your shoulders, slowly unwinding the stress that had built up over time.
Once he felt like he successfully kneaded your shoulders, he drifted up to your neck, cupping it in his large hands softly, pressing into the muscles. Your mind flicked to a less than savoury situation where his hands caressed your neck, but quickly you forced your thoughts to another topic; something about how you might repay Connor for this later.
After he had circled your neck, your back was his next target. His thumbs traced the muscles beneath your shoulder blades back and forth, creating a relieving rhythmic pattern and pressing into the muscles that covered your spine.
“I detect a specific pressure within your upper to middle trapezius.” Connor informed. “Are you wearing heavy bags? It might be helpful to avoid any strain on your shoulders.”
“Does that mean I can go bra-less from now on?” You joked, only speaking lightheartedly. You should’ve expected Connor would react with such honesty.
“If only you feel comfortable. I wouldn’t mind, this is your home.” Still working on your back, he spoke with such gratitude. God, he was too polite. He was too… everything. There weren’t enough positive adjectives to describe the machine. Even though his deviancy might play as advocate, you pretty much considered him perfect. Why hadn’t you seen his boyfriend material before???
He continued grinding his palms against the soft tendons of your back, loosening them further and pushing you into the foam of the couch. You swore you started to dribbled and doze off into unconsciousness. After another 15 minutes of this past, Connor decided he had completed his mission of pleasing you. Connor slowly removed his hands, leaving your tender body bare once again. “I hope I’ve been able to improve your wellbeing.” He stated, clipping your bra back together.
“Uh, yeah. You have, thank you. Connor.” You carefully slipped on your shirt, and resumed an upright sitting position, muscles noticeably loose. An awkwardness lingered in the air, for you; Connor didn’t seem phased by the strangely intimate moment you two just shared.
“Have you made a decision on a film?” He inquired, scooping up the remote from the side table.
You hadn’t been able to think about anything other than how attracted you were to Connor right now and you certainly wouldn’t be able to concentrate on a movie; instead your mind would be clouded by thoughts of your new-formed crush. You cleared your throat, “not yet.”
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🐾 - Pet names
Thanks for the drabble request, anon! I hope you like it, I had a lot of fun writing something this lighthearted :)
Also I totally went over the word count here but since it took me less than an hour I've decided no one can question or judge me about this >:)
Honeyed Words (I'm Yours)
rk boys (Nines, Connor, Sixty) x Reader
Word Count: 1,849 (yeah... I know)
Leaning forward against the back of Hank's sofa with your arms folded over one another, you couldn't help but roll your eyes and fight back a sigh at the sight of the movies that Gavin, Tina, and Chris were saving to tonight's potential watch list.
"All rom coms? Seriously guys?"
You scoffed, watching as Gavin all but sneered in response, turning slightly to face you as you continued.
"Come on dude, where's your Halloween spirit?"
You teased, nudging him with your knuckles gently as he rolled his eyes at your antics, clearly far less amused than you were.
"It's September 23rd, don't you talk to me about Halloween until the month is over."
Groaning, you flung your body to the side, pressing your spine against the back of the couch and extending your arms straight out to either side of you as you pouted exaggeratedly,
"C'mon Reed, do you have to be such a stickler for seasonal deadlines?"
Instead of responding, your coworker just flipped you off, opening his mouth to call into the kitchen where all three of your boyfriends and their familiarly gruff father figure were standing around like divorcees at a barbecue.
"Hey robo cops, could you please come get your feral creature before I put it down myself?!"
He shouted, a smirk crossing his features when you pulled away from the couch to glare at him, already hearing the familiar sound of slightly swishing fabric and nearly silent footsteps that signaled the oncoming arrival of one of your partners.
"Y'know Reed, if you're really so worried about her being feral, you could consider getting a rabies shot. You've been looking a little sickly lately."
Sixty countered easily in response to your coworker's previous quip as he flung his arm across your shoulders, pulling you against him with a slight smirk.
You smiled at his easy embrace, nearly vibrating with joy as he kissed the top of your head, smiling down at you with that lopsided grin that always made you feel so giddy inside.
"Oh fuck off bullet brain, you're the one who let her do three shots of tequila tonight, don't act like I'm not allowed to be annoyed by her weird ass antics."
Sixty hummed in response, clearly feeling no urge to argue as he began guiding you towards the kitchen.
"C'mon Sugar, lets get some real food in you hmm?"
He purred against the shell of your ear, instantly lighting your cheeks on fire both with his proximity and his use of one of his favorite pet names for you, which never failed to give you butterflies.
As you grew closer to the dining area, he pressed gently on the small of your back to urge you past the threshold, though clearly you were a bit more tipsy than he'd realized, because you absolutely would've toppled over if not for the pair of familiarly strong hands that caught you by your shoulders.
You looked up slightly, taking in the sight of pale arms dotted with freckles that were barren of sleeves all the way up until just above the elbow, kept in place solely by the incredibly thorough job this individual had done while rolling them upward.
And that could only be...
"Nines."
You breathed out softly, feeling yourself melt a bit as you looked up into his eyes.
After well over a year of affection from all three of your partners, you just never got used to the way they all looked at you, or the sweet and familiar things they would call you in favor of your name.
And speaking of...
"Well hello there, Darling."
Nines spoke gently, quirking a brow at you in minor amusement as he looked you over for any signs of injury just in case he'd missed something during your brief fall.
You felt your cheeks grow warmer as the sound of his affectionate pet name for you passed his lips, making you melt even further beneath his persistent gaze.
"I uh, got kicked out of the living room."
You explained quietly, watching as Nines tilted his head slightly in response before looking towards Sixty, who shrugged before taking a few steps closer and placing his palm on top of your head affectionately.
"Gavin wasn't impressed at her input regarding tonight's films of choice. I figured if she was being that disruptive she likely needed something to eat. Isn't that right, Sweetheart?"
You blushed harder as yet another pet name passed his lips, but nodded nonetheless, hoping they hadn't noticed just how much you enjoyed it when they spoke of you so sweetly.
Of course, they had long since noticed your reactions, in fact, it was almost a bit of a game now to see who could get you to blush the hardest with affectionate nicknames alone.
Not that they would ever tell you that.
"Is that so?"
Nines questioned gently, his hand raising to your face to push a stray hair of yours behind your ear before his thumb and index finger trailed down to your chin, which he caught with ease between the two, tilting your face upwards to make sure you were looking at him as he spoke.
"Have you been up to no good, Little one?"
He all but purred, making you squeak a bit in response as you attempted to find words that just wouldn't come.
Thankfully though, you did have one saving grace, and his name was Connor.
"Are you two tormenting her again?"
He asked as he stepped away from the stove, wiping his hands off on a nearby dish rag before he moved closer to you, offering his open arms for you to all but leap into, happy to have the opportunity to hug the one android who you hadn't gotten the chance to be affectionate with since before you'd even arrived at the house earlier.
Sixty scoffed at Connor's question, but Nines simply gave a dismissive hum, leaning back against the counter and watching as you nuzzled against his predecessor's chest with a content sigh.
Meanwhile, Connor glared at his successors with mock disappointment, hoping to appease you and your childish attitude (tipsiness) by offering them a fake scolding.
"You both know better, look at her, she's being perfectly good tonight."
He said pseudo-sternly, smiling down at you with a grin that immediately left you breathless the moment that you looked up and took it in.
God, why were they all so damn beautiful?
At the sight of your eyes meeting his own, Connor leaned down to kiss your forehead, bringing one of his hands up to palm your cheek lovingly as he did so, stroking is softly with his thumb all the while.
He continued this in silence for a few moments before giving you yet another reason to attempt melting into the grout marks in Hank's kitchen floor.
"Don't you worry about them Honey, they're just being difficult because they want to see you squirm."
You swallowed thickly at the familiar and yet still immensely impactful nickname, which never failed to make your heart leap in your chest.
"O-okay."
You whispered, watching as Connor nodded in satisfaction at your response before guiding you back into the waiting arms of your other two android partners, who were watching you with marked amusement.
"I'll bring dinner out to you in just a few minutes."
Connor murmured against the back of your head as he pressed another gentle kiss to it.
"I was thinking you could go pick a comfy spot in the living room for all of us to sit together while you wait though. Does that sound alright, Baby?"
He asked gently, taking you by surprise yet again with his use of another pet name that made you feel like you were left gasping for air.
Still, you managed a floundering nod in spite of yourself, and followed Nines and Sixty out into the living room, where they helped you make a rather comfortable seating area on the floor, one that consisted of two huge bean bags, several couch pillows that no one was using, and at least four big blankets, one of which was for you to lay under.
And with that, the seating arrangements were completed, and all that was left to do was actually use them, which with how dizzy you were beginning to feel from the tequila earlier, was something you were quite eager for.
Nines chuckled as he took a seat a bit further back on one of the beanbags, spreading his legs apart for you to sit in between as he held himself up on his palms so that you could lean against his chest.
This was a fairly normal position for the two of you, but even so, it made your heart race as you felt his firm chest press against your back, solidly holding you up without any issue.
Still, even with this added distraction, your persistent urge to celebrate the upcoming holiday had you complaining to Gavin once more about his list of potential options, although this time you were hoping that at least one of your loving boyfriends would consider helping you out.
Sadly though, they seemed far too amused by your insistence to actually say anything, instead choosing to press gentle kisses against your head and the back of your hand as they laid the blanket over you wordlessly.
"Aww c'mon you guys, do you really wanna watch any of this junk?"
You asked, motioning towards the screen with a grumble of annoyance.
From the left of you, Sixty chuckled and raised your knuckles to his lips without a word.
Nines on the other hand, did speak up, placing a kiss to your cheek just before he did so, a certain level of amusement to his tone that had you squirming between his strong legs.
"I couldn't care less about what we watch, Sweetling."
He murmured against the shell of your ear, immediately causing you to shiver.
"And honestly, I think these are all movies Connor has mentioned wanting to see. Don't you want to make him happy?"
He teased, running a finger up and down your cheek as you nodded almost dreamily, sinking into his touch as if your body were suddenly weighed down by bricks.
"Y-yeah, sure, okay."
You said quietly, hearing Nines hum from above you just as Connor came out of the kitchen with a steaming bowl of food to offer you, Hank hot on his heels with a large bowl of popcorn for him and the other couch users to share.
You dug in immediately, not paying any attention to the movie choice debate until it was basically over, and by that point, you were already so sleepy that you hardly realized anyone was talking at all.
Drowsy and more than a little bit intoxicated, you sighed contentedly as you moved to squeeze between Nines and Sixty, allowing Connor to rest his head upon your lap as you played with his hair all the way up until you lost consciousness entirely.
Yeah, okay. Maybe rom com movie nights weren't so bad after all.
I hope you enjoyed this little drabble fic! If you want to request one for yourself feel free to check out this post :)
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hc that when connor first deviates he picks up all hanks favorite things before slowly learning hank has terrible taste
he listens to all six knights of the black death albums before finding metallica, silverstein, paramore, and dozens of other rock bands and realizing oh, kotbd kinda sucks?
he watches all the detroit gears' games with hank before noticing their rivals, the chicago beasts, are way better and have a less cranky fanbase.
he always picks up their chinese takeout from great wall before stopping by china palace when their regular was closed, and holy shit their general tsos is divine???
he starts liking things on his own, too.
he takes up embroidery, which makes hank call him a sentient sewing machine. he disables his wifi when he does it to make sure he doesn't accidentally pull designs from the internet.
he starts running every morning—for fun, rather than for work. hank never joins him, even when connor offers to go at his pace.
he likes, most of all, sitting on hank's ancient couch with sumo slumped on one side of him and hank slouched on the other, some bad reality show connor's found he likes playing softly on the tv.
hank didn't teach him that, but connor supposes it's only human to have bad taste sometimes.
#drabble#hc#headcanon#head canon#connor#hankcon#connor dbh#post-pacifist ending#detroit become human#connor detroit become human#hank anderson#sfw
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Horny!Yan!Daniel (PL600) x reader headcanons/drabble
an: I keep having thoughts about this man send help
TW: yandere behaviour, violence, mental breakdown, possessive behaviour
ALSO PLEASE REBLOG, DONT JUST LIKE
Daniel who can't keep his hands off you at all, only slightly toning it down when other people are around.
Daniel who immediately as you're both alone, he has his hands all over you. Feeling and touching every part of you.
Daniel who starts aggressively making out with you - with a sort of hungry, fervorous passion - while he slips his tongue into your mouth and gropes at you.
Yan!Daniel who can't help it, he loves you too much! He needs to know you'll always be there for him. You'll never replace Daniel, right?
Yan!Daniel who has been doing so well, getting over his abandonment and trust issues step by step, only for it to all come crumbling down when he sees your best friend confess their feelings and ask you to leave Daniel for them, because 'hes just an android, how could he please you like I could'?
Yan!Daniel who, mid breakdown, doesn't believe you when you say you had no idea that they felt that way and that there's nothing going on between you.
Yan!Daniel who pins you to the wall, grabbing a kitchen knife and putting it to your throat, while he cries and makes you promise that you are his and his only. A side of Daniel's insecurities you see too often. If only he'd listen when you said yes.
Yan!Daniel who tells you to make up for what you did that he needs a really good apology, and you already know what that means.
Yan!Daniel who makes you beg to cum, on your hands and knees and tears streaming down your eyes while he keeps denying you orgasm after orgasm. He just thinks you need to show him how good you are, and then you can get your reward for the really good apology.
Yan!Daniel who tries to do everything for you so that you'll never leave him. Cleans everything, packs your stuff, all of it. Especially make you be a pillow prince(ss) just so he can show you how good he can make you feel.
Yan!Daniel being a possessive little shit mid sex and questioning you aggressively on if he's the best fuck you've had, has anyone else made you cum as hard as he has?
Yan!Daniel who struggles between deciding to dom or sub, because he can't tell if he wants to be in control to make you stay or submit so that you'll never want to leave.
Yan!Daniel who gives the best apologies over his possessiveness and gives the best aftercare, running you a bubble bath and kissing your bruising knees and hand marks on your hips and hickeys along your neck.
Daniel who warms himself up and hugs you under a blanket while he talks on and on about the sheer, unadulterated love he has for you. All until you fall asleep.
#not a request#headcanons#Dbh#Dbh smut#dbh daniel#detroit become human#dbh x reader#daniel dbh x reader#Daniel dbh#daniel pl600#dbh headcanons#Drabble#Dbh drabble
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Happy U.S Thanksgiving! [I wanted to draw a whole comic but this picture of poorly drawn Ralph x Jerry and a little drabble is all I had time for]
Ralph noticed that on this day, the humans like to take home a dead animal to cook up and eat to celebrate. However, Ralph noticed that there are quite a few homeless on the streets of Detroit.
So Ralph had an idea! Ralph collected all of the best rats and birds he could find and began cooking them up to offer those who were down and out some burnt meat to eat on Thanksgiving!
The Jerrys helped distribute them to cover more ground. They noticed that some of the receivers were appreciative (or at least polite), but some of them rejected the offer - some even screamed at Jerry. The Jerrys figured that those humans must be vegetarians and respected their dietary choices.
(I still want to draw a comic for this with all the people reacting, but this is all I had time for, for now. I wanted to at least put the idea out there for the day.)
@asmoteeth @rk707-elle It's a rushed drawing but I drew them!
#They're trying their best#wholesome#ralph wr600#jerry em400#dbh#detroit become human#detroit: become human#KOL: ART#KOL: FANFIC#fanart#art#dbh fanart#writing drabble#ralph x jerry#jerry x ralph#jerry dbh#dbh jerry#jerry#ralph#ralph dbh#dbh ralph
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@whumpril Alt. Day 25: Reassurance
“I couldn’t remember,” Kara whispered, shaken systems rattling. “Zlatko wiped my memories and I couldn’t get them back. When I brought him his dinner, Alice was on the table. She was…”
Her little body was torn open, rivers of blood dripping into glistening pools on the table. Zlatko was humming as he worked, elbow deep in Alice’s stomach and Kara could only watch, blank and numb, useless, soulless, too late—
Luther’s hand on her back made her jump ever so slightly but she couldn’t bear to pull away. Breaths shuddering through cold, constricted vents, she pressed her face into his chest, trying to smother away the grisly mental image as his soothing voice rumbled through her.
“It was just a dream. You were stronger than he could have imagined and you found yourself again. You found her. She’s safe, Kara; you both are. He’s never going to hurt you again.”
#detroit become human#fanfiction#drabble and a half#kara dbh#luther dbh#kara x luther#whumpril2024#whumprilday25#alt prompt#reassurance#nightmares#hurt comfort
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Dbh October event: Ghost in the machine, Day 25: Incomplete.
This is drabble #25 for @connor-sent-by-cyberlife's event (on twitter).
Markus, Connor; Markus' POV Day 1: Unknown sender
Markus felt incomplete since Connor had disappeared.
Every time his system was about to run too hot or one of his replaced bio-components malfunctioned, Connor always knew exactly how to help him.
Now he had to step away from heated discussions to cool down.
Every time Connor needed to rest, Markus had invited him to his mind palace.
Now his head felt empty, where Connor had been a constant presence.
It had been three weeks; his last message was still unanswered.
They had absolutely no leads, so their search had been unsuccessful so far—but they had avoided the junkyards…
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hello everyone i finally got started on the android scara fic!!
i intended it to be a oneshot but the ideas got out of hand,,, here's chapter one! feel free to leave comments of any length!! i'd love to hear your thoughts!! silent readers are also appreciated 🫶
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tagging the people who showed interest in the og post!! tell me if you wanna be tagged for future updates :))
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#wanderer x reader#kunikuzushi x reader#scaramouche x reader#wanderer drabble#wanderer#scaramouche#kunikuzushi#kabukimono#genshin impact#genshin x reader#detroit become human#dbh au#android au#scaramouche fluff#wanderer fluff#genshin wanderer
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Day 21: Formal Wear
Fandom: Detroit:Become Human
Character: Connor
Warnings: Fingering, Praising, dry humming/humping, Connor’s fingers can vibrate!
A/n: feeling very meh with this one
Connor looked good in his suit, you honesty did your best pull your gaze away from the man. You were Connor’s date to the Police Men’s Ball being thrown by the mayor and you happen to over hear Connor getting an award for all the hard work he has done for the city.
You could tell the man was nervous, maybe a bit uncomfortable in the formal wear that Hank forced on him and while the Android may have some negative thought you couldn’t help but think he looked handsome, you never thought him wearing a suit would turn you on so much.
Connor placed his hand on your waist, keeping you close. While Androids were slowly being accepted, you knew he was still nervous around everyone.
“You look so handsome Connor, very sexy.” You gave him a teasing smile.
LED flashing for a moment, Connor adverted his gaze. While he may not be human, he knew that he loved you. Shaking his head, he returned your smile as he placed his hand on your cheek. “And you look so beautiful. I know I will make everyone jealous.”
Connor swallowed down his nervous, you looked good in that dress. Far to good, and right now he wanted to give you something for what you did for him before you both left. Glancing around, letting his eyes scan the room. He was happy to find a quiet area far away from the prying eyes of the other officers, of Hank. “May I give you something.”
Blinking a few times, you gave Connor a bright smile as you pressed your body closer to him. “You can give me whatever you like.”
Humming, Connor gave one last quick around then pulled you away and soon your body was pressed against to the wall. Connor’s lips on yours, his hand sneaking under your dress teasing your slit between your panties.
Whimpering against his lips, you thrusted against his hand. Your nails digging into his shoulders as you humped his hand.
Breaking the kiss, Connor nuzzled his nose into your neck. “You must be quiet, can’t be found.” He whispered pushing your panties aside as pushed his fingers into your pussy. “You’re so beautiful, but you look even better like this.” His voice was soft, quiet though you couldn’t help but shudder from how he was looking at you.
“Connor.” You pushed against fingers, lowering yourself on them as your lover kissed and sucked at your neck though you nearly cried out as you felt his fingers steer to vibrate. Your back arching off the walls as your hands clutched his tie tightly.
His vibrating thumb pressing against your clit made your see stars, your juices costing his fingers. You were doing your best to recover your orgasm, you tried to not ruin his suit but Conner didn’t care as he pulled you on for a soft kiss. “Would you like to go home so we can finish this?”
Standing on shaky legs, you let out a weak laugh slowly nodding your head. “There an amazing idea”
#drabbles#drabble#kinktober#kinktober 2023#detroit: become human connor#dbh connor#connor x reader#connor x you#Connor x y/n#detroit: become human#detroit become human#DBH#dbh x reader#dbh x you#Detroit become human x
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For my patient babies 😘👀💙
The Eden Club smutty preview 😘🔞😈
The glass door to Connor’s room opens as soon as Gavin gets within walking distance and slaps closed when he steps out of range. Inside the soundproof room he’s instanty assaulted with the pronographic sounds of their roboboyfriend, still being broken again and again over Hank’s cock.
“Gavin! Gavin please,” Connor begs, eyes immediately finding his and pleading for mercy. Hank’s got him good and worked up, and it was a hell of a view. Hank’s grunts as he surely tries to hold himself from unloading into that tight, slick ass. Gavin understands, its phcking nirvana.
“Yeah baby?” he coos and Connor looks so thoroughly fucked out it makes his cock ache.
“pleasepleasepleasecanIcum?” he sobs out, all one word, and grabs onto anything he can reach as Hank’s thrusts just don't stop. Hank’s dick is probably more than Connor’s body was ever designed to take and that’s so phcking hot to think about.
“Not yet baby. Let me get over there.”
Connor sobs as another denied orgasm leaves his body twitching and Hank groans as Connor’s channel tightens around him.
“So good Con,” Hank praises and Gavin watches the android phcking beam.
Gavin makes quick work of tearing off his own clothes before wrapping his hand around Connor’s lube-slicked, silicone cock.
“Ready baby?” Gavin asks.
“Pl-eas-ee,” Connor begs, before his eyes open and catches the matching bars through Gavin’s nipples. His pupils dilate. Gavin wishes more than anything he could take a picture. It was a hell of a life accomplishment. ‘The moment he rendered the most advanced android speechless.’
“Like em?” He chuckles.
Connor nods and Hank finally looks over his shoulder to see what Con was referring to.
“When the hell did you get those?”
“Couple years ago,” Gavin shrugs, pumping his hand up and down Connor’s slicked up cock. “I don’t always wear ‘em though. They phcking hurt under Kevlar.”
“Fair ‘nough,” Hank chuckles.
“Pleaseee, come on,” Connor whimpers and their attention goes right back to Connor.
“Go ahead Sweetheart, you’ve been so fucking good,” Hank agrees and that’s it.
Connor’s body twitches hard, and his voice comes out pure static. Gavin for a moment is worried he’s going to shut down again, but his eyes flutter close and his face looks pinched as the hardest parts of his orgasm wash over him.
“Thankyouthankyouthankyou'' Connor sobs on repeat, still thrusting up into Gavin's tight fist as his continuous orgasm coats both their bodies. It leaves them sticky and messy and,
“Fucking beautiful,” Hank growls.
“He really is.” Gavin can’t help but agree.
“Pl-ease,” Connor continues to beg. Even as his body trembles as it attempts to recenter itself.
Check back sunday night for the full chapter!
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