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sockmonster26 · 3 days
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Dbh sketches 🙏
I just felt like drawing them. I have a good feeling Markus is going to be the most painful to draw for me lmao.
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thiriumhound · 4 months
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honestly what i wouldn't give for more capitalization on connor's glitchiness. man can't subtly speak wirelessly to other androids without blinking up a storm, and getting hit wrong makes him drop like a rock or even go into some kind of seizure, not to mention what his body does when getting pulled into the zen garden... like bro is not doing so hot slkfjsdk
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hauntedoneao3 · 5 months
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There's no heaven for androids, but maybe there's a hell.
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deannamb · 1 year
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Not me playing my comfort game once again...
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paleepeaches · 5 months
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Dom Connor x afab!reader (smut)
Warnings: foul language, rough sex, creampie (this is literally my first smut so) 18+ fuckers
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“Please, Y/N, please, I’ve been a good boy.” 
You laughed mockingly down at him, continuing your assault. “Connor, being a good boy means having patience. Just look at you.” Your hand tilted his chin upwards, and his brown, warm eyes met yours. They were blown and filled with need. 
“We’re just getting started, and you’re already begging for me to fuck you.” As soon as the words flew out of your mouth, something switched inside Connor. Perhaps it was some sort of secret code, you said, but it caused his eyes to lower into an almost primal stare. He growled hungrily, hands gripped the soft flesh of your ass, and in one swift motion, he flipped you over. You fell to the bed with a soft thump, a small gasp leaving your lips. You couldn’t believe the puppy dog android had it in him. Usually, Connor was always the one underneath you. Now, the roles were switched. His interrogation side had come out to play.
He took hold of himself, adjusting the position and moving his swollen leaking tip closer to your clit. You gasped loudly as soon as you felt him. Your hands gripped the bicep of his arm, nails digging into his shirt and faux skin. You whined and withered below him as he rubbed slow, delicious circles over your sensitive nub. You could feel his sticky wet pre cum coat your folds, making a lewd mess.
His head lowered to your ear, his breath fanning over it and causing goosebumps. “Who’s begging now?” His voice was hoarse and filled with mockery. He retracted from you, showing that lopsided grin off to you. He was taking enjoyment in watching you whine and beg. It was an unusual but pleasurable sight for him that made his LED spin yellow. 
“Please, Connor, I need you.” Your voice was small and breathless.
 He chuckled darkly and smoothed your hair out with one hand. “I’m gonna need more than that, Y/N.”
You knew the detective in him wouldn’t be satisfied with a lazy half-confession. He wanted you to spill out how much you craved his touch. He wanted to hear the soft pants and whimpers laced with your words as you told him how much you wanted him to fuck you. It was a new experience for you but one you took with a sense of thrill. You bent for him and opened your mouth again, begging, “Please, Connor, I need your coc-” You were cut off by him slipping his mushroom tip past your folds and into your achingly tight cunt. You moaned, clawing at his bicep again.
“You can do better than that. Come on, I know you can use that pretty little mouth of yours.” He stared you down with a stern gaze. He wasn’t satisfied with your soft, small voice. You knew he wanted more for you to be practically crying out for him. 
“Come on, baby, tell me what you want.” Connor slowly inched his tip back out, and your cunt let it go with a wet squelching noise. You whined, feeling the loss of him inside you. He knew how to make you break, bend and beg. His job was to get confessions, and he always accomplished his mission. 
“Please, Connor! Please fuck me. I’ll be a good girl for you!” You cried out, clawing needily at his arm, the one gripping his cock. 
He smirked down at you, enjoying your confession. He was satisfied enough and slammed himself into you. You moaned out, back arching and cunt clamping down on him. He groaned, panting as he felt you struggle to adjust to him. “Fuck, you’re always so tight, baby.”
Bucking your hips up, you struggled to fuck yourself up on his cock. His hand gripped your waist, pushing your hips down and pinning them on the bed below you. “We just started, and you’re already begging for my cock.” He echoed your words, teasing you. He didn’t let you respond and rammed himself into you, fucking your poor sopping cunt. You bit your lip, trying to suppress the loud moans escaping your throat. He noticed the lack of noise quickly, his LED spinning red. His hand gripped your face while his thumb pushed past your lips, invading your mouth. Pressing his thumb on your tongue, he urged you to moan. “Don’t do that. I wanna hear those pretty little noises.”
You obeyed him simply feeling like you’d do anything for him-not that it wasn't the truth. You let yourself go, crying while he plunged himself balls deep into you. His tip kissed your cervix and caused you to wiggle under him, spreading your legs further apart so he could fuck you deeper. “You like that?” He cooed at you. You nodded vigorously, wanting to cry for him to hit it again.
He groaned again, hitting your cervix once more. “Fuck.” The more he snapped his hips into yours, the more wet you got. He could feel your arousal spill out of you, coating his cock and bathing his heavy ballsack. You could feel the thick bundle of nerves inside of you coming undone. Connor could tell you were close by the way your pussy clenched tighter around him, desperately sucking him in. “This greedy little cunt wants to cum?’ He questioned you darkly. 
“Please, please, I wanna cum.” You gasped out, panting from the extreme overdoes of pleasure he was providing you. 
Connor wasted no time and pinned your arms above your head; his other hand slipped under you, gripping your ass cheek. He was ramming inside of you, causing your whole body to jolt violently. Your eyes rolled back, and cries escaped you that you weren’t even aware of. All you felt was his delicious tip bumping repeatedly into your cervix. Whimpers spill from your mouth, and your cunt contracts, clenching down on him as you cum. 
“Shit!” He growls as he feels your warm arousal coat him, soaking his cock. All he needed was to feel the unbearable sensation of your cunt milking him to cum. Hot spurts of his seed pant your insides as he pants heavily. He thrusts sloppily into you a few more times, making sure not a single drop of his cum was wasted. He pulls out and watches his cum pour out of you, stuffing his finger and pushing it back in. 
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keined · 7 months
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Cyberlife Tower Scanner gate - Connor (original & modded)
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lostquinn · 1 year
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They're mine
Connor (dbh) x gn!reader
Fluff - flirting - protective Connor
CW - harassment // swearing
Summary - while waiting for Hank and a few others at a bar, a man approaches you and starts flirting - this makes you uncomfortable and Connor could tell as soon as he walked in. The android makes it his job to be your boyfriend for the night.
Writing this had me smiling and kicking my feet. I love him so much. Did anyone spot my silly little reference? 👀 requests are still open!!
Word count - 946
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The lighting of the establishment was low, it was your first time in this bar that Hank had recommended and so far it just seemed the same as evey other bar.
You were sat in a booth, waiting for Hank and a few others from the police station to show up. You hadn't worked with them for a short while but you still liked to catch up with them.
The wooden table was sticky and the seats were uncomfortable. There was some sort of music playing that could barely be heard over the conversations that flooded the room.
A man slid into the booth opposite you. This dragged your eyes away from your phone to the stranger across the table.
"Hey beautiful," he slurred his words slightly.
The man's hair was greasy, falling down just past his stumbled chin. He grinned at you, a smile too wide to be normal proudly showed off his yellowed teeth and he leant towards you.
His arms reached across the desk, hands searching to find yours as he stared at you. You recoiled away from him, pressing back into the fabric of the booth behind you.
"Leave me alone," you said to the man, shifting due to your discomfort.
"Not until I get your number or take you home doll," he continued grinning.
"That's not going to happen,"
"Then I'm not going anywhere." He looked out up and down as best he could.
It felt as though he was undressing you with his eyes and suddenly it felt wrong to be in your own skin. You looked around, hoping to find a different booth to hide yourself away in and it turned out the bar had filled up during this conversation, yet your friends still weren't here.
You cursed them as the stranger began speaking, flirting with you in his drunken state.
"You know doll, I could show ya a real good time," he ended his almost speech.
"I'm meeting someone, please leave me alone,"
"I don't see him. I'm not going until I get your number or you in my bed bitch." He moved to sit differently, adjusting his posture.
You felt a wave of fear rush through you. This feeling was furthered when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You jumped and looked up, searching for who the hand belonged to.
Connors chocolate brown eyes met yours and you felt calm in an instant. He was smiling down at you, his features soft and beautiful.
He sat down next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders to pull you close to him. You were just friends. Just friends. That's all he saw you as. You cursed yourself for enjoying his touch as much as you were.
"There you are sweetheart, sorry I was late. I was looking everywhere for you."
You smiled at him. "You found me,"
He pressed a kiss against your temple in response. "So who's this?" He tilted his head towards the stranger
"I dont know," you muttered.
Connors body language didn't change. Of course he knew that you didn't know the drunk stranger, he had probably heard the last thing the man said to you.
"I'm the one who's gonna make your little partner my bitch." He grinned at Connor.
Connor pulled his arm away from you and leant across the table. He grabbed the man by the collar and stared deep into his soul. For a moment he whispered, too quiet for you to hear. You could only hear his final words to the man.
"They're mine." He almost growled.
As Connor sat back and put his arm back around you, the man left. You swore that you caught an expression that could only be described as pure fear. You wondered what Connor has whispered to him.
A blush flushed your face pink as you looked at Connor, his head was turned away from you as he greeted Hank and the others who had just arrived.
He removed his arm from around you, saving the both of you from being teased by the others as they crowded around the table.
"Jesus [name] was this the only table?" Hank groaned slightly as he reached for his beer.
"I don't see you finding us a better one," you stuttered, tripping over your words.
You were distracted by the presence of Connors hand, placed gently on the top of your thigh. He simply rested his hand on you, being able to touch you made him feel secure as he knew you were safe and okay.
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The night ended at your doorway, after Connor had walked you home for the night. You stood, leaning against the wooden frame as you smiled at him.
"Thank you for that back there,"
"It's no problem, I had to get rid of him," he smiled.
"What did you tell him? Other than that I'm yours?"
His face flushed a light blue as he looked at you. His eyes were wide and his mouth sat slightly open. Connor moved his lips to say something a couple times but gave up.
"I- I didn't realise you had heard that, forgive me."
"Don't worry, I liked it," you winked.
It was almost as though he was having a software malfunction. He was blushing hard and staring at you in shock.
"I- uhm- you did?"
"Only because it was you," you smiled, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. "I should get to bed."
He nodded in response and waved goodnight. You went to bed, going through your normal nightly routine before falling into a deep sleep. Connor however, sat up late into the night thinking about you.
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pupmkincake2000 · 1 month
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I like how Hank and Connor looked at each other while Perkins was saying something😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
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mitsu-14136 · 1 month
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Sketching while on a phone call.
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osfi-am · 9 months
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Me VS trying to figure out how to draw him
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Anyway started playing Detroit become human and I think I got a bit 🤏 obsessed just a tiny bit
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sockmonster26 · 19 hours
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Conner but brain freeze. Ngl I’m not sure if I’ll ever finish attempt #2 now that I have the idea out of my head- so I figured I would post it lmao. If I do render it I’ll post that too! Feel free to draw it in your own style if you’d like ^^
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This was my concept. I thought it’d be funny for some reason? If he tried to eat icecream and got a ‘brain freeze,’ essentially rendering him frozen in a buffering state or something. The bits of blue is just a tad of exaggeration because (as far as I’m aware) androids don’t consume stuff other than thirium so, that’s probably what went wrong
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multi-fandomedfreak · 9 months
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Gn!reader and Connor making out in a semi-public spot and Hank is just like "OMFG PLS STOP RUINING MY INNOCENCE BOY"
Maybe hcs of every time hes caught them doing a lil too much PDA wise
(Doesn't specifically have to be making out just excess PDA, maybe Connor and reader are flirting a whole lot just whatever ur comfy with!)
Authors note: IM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA.
Characters: Connor x Gn!Reader and third wheel Hank (poor guy)
⚠Warnings⚠: Semi-Public making out, mentions of dying (just a little)
🪙🪙🪙🪙🪙
The first time
-You and Connor think you guys are so slick
-Spoiler: you’re not
-You were both pretty new into the relationship so couldn’t keep your hands off each other
-And plus since the station barely had any people, why not sneak off with each other?
-Thinking it was gonna be for just a small while, you both are at the back of the station, smoochin’ away
-and surprise surprise
-you end up staying there long enough for Hank to actually end up getting worried
-like do you have any idea? how long you two have to be away for? for hank to get worried??
-Bc its not like he doesn't care or anything but he simply isn't used to having to actively keep an eye on you two
-but then them mother instincts kicked in after he noticed you two had been gone for a while
-He just starts asking around if anyone saw the two of you
-And happened to stumble in on you guys (poor dude screamed he needed bleach after walking in on you two)
-Lets just say that Hank kept a closer eye on you two after that
The second time
-You two have calmed down since the last incident with Hank walking in on you guys
-But of course you still had your moments with each other
-this time around you weren’t in that much of a public space (what you told yourself)
-just casually behind the Chicken Feed truck while Hank ate his lunch
-yknow, like how normal people do
-You two honestly don't really understand how it even happened
-You wanted a drink from a nearby shop since the drink you wanted wasn't sold at the Chicken Feed
- And Connor simply asked if he could tag along
-Aaand next thing you know you're both behind the Chicken Feed truck, drink long forgotten, with Connor trapped between you and the truck
-Of course, Hank gets worried again since he's a pretty slow eater so he doesn't know how you're still not back after all this time
he swears... that's it. jk jk, I'm just being stupid. anyways, he swears that you both are gonna give him a heart attack someday from how much he worries
-He tries calling you on his phone and gets confused when he hears your ringtone from behind the truck
-Time skip a few minutes later, Connor and you have red ears from Hanks grip and sulking in the car ride to the station after his lecture
-Mostly because he swears the two of you make him worried sick on purpose
The third time
-Ok. this time.
-You didn’t even try to hide it
-Like no joke, just decided to make out right there and then
-On Hanks couch.
-knowing he was about to be back in a little bit
-but heyyyy you both could’ve cared less in that moment
-A few hours earlier, you were after a suspect and one thing lead to another so all of a sudden, you were being held hostage
-So this making out was a bit justified since you almost died thinking that you were never gonna see Connor again
-And he was just as scared
-Soo both of ya just wanted to hold each other for a bit
-That’s probably why when Hank got back from doing whatever Hank does, he bit his tongue (literally) to stop a snippy remark from falling out
-He was just happy you were alive and you two were finding comfort in each other
-Albeit, a little grossed out at your show of affection
-He just cursed under his breath and went to go take a nap
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thiriumhound · 10 months
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imagining the beta-testing connor must've gone through in his pre-production phases. i wonder how many different people previous connors molded themselves into the "perfect partner" for, to test his capability for it. i wonder if any of those people miss him. i wonder how many people died during the development of cyberlife's most dangerous weapon- given full freedom to kill humans like a military android, but with the volatility of being able to think and make his own decisions. i wonder how many connors went deviant from having too much autonomy before they introduced amanda to keep him loyal. i wonder how many deaths cyberlife had to sweep under the rug each time an rk800 went deviant. i wonder what the NDAs were like when being let on to the rk800 project. i wonder how many developers had second thoughts.
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thirium-drinker · 3 months
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Next up is Connor!
Poor guy is STRESSED. He has no idea what to do, so he's doing everything. Documenting, scouting, helping out wherever he can...constantly. Connor can most often be found trailling behind Hank, taking note of everything he says and carrying out tasks too difficult for the lieutenant. He is super protective of everyone, and therefore tries to keep everyone in relatively good spirits. When going out to scout the city, Connor wears multiple layers to protect from being interfaced with. Those infected androids can have some sharp parts. Hank can't remember the last time his LED was anything but red..
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darkninesrk900 · 7 days
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Watercolor
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No repost
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paleepeaches · 3 months
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I’M SENSITIVE YOU KNOW (PREVIEW)
Warnings: MDI, mature content, 18+, filthy disgusting smut,
Tags: Connor RK800 x Fem Reader
A/N: THIS IS A PREVIEW 🎀
TELL ME IF YOU LIKE IT PLS I CRAVE VALIDATION AND PRAISE
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You were a festive person. Always have and always will be. Valentines was your favorite holiday not only because of the pink and red strewn across supermarkets and stores but because it was a day of love. A reason to celebrate you and Connor’s union. You were sentimental. Sensitive and a bit of a sappy girl when it came to things like that. Connor was fully aware of it. In fact he made note of it when you first got together. How you pouted up at him. Your bottom lip jutting out slightly covered in your lipgloss. How when things didn’t go your way your pretty doe eyes would water with tears and coat your spiky lashes. It was an adorable sight to see you so whiney and needy all the time. Especially when it came to him. You’d pout everytime he had to leave to the DPD every morning. Today was no different.
“Do you have to go?” You fluttered you lashes up at him. 
Connor turned his head to look at you while he did his tie. His hands skilfully mastering it. He felt his resolve waver seeing you so like that. You’d just gotten up. Hair was a bit messy, eyes a bit tired but what you wore really got him. It was the babydoll nightdress. Baby pink in color and the cups on it hugged your tits so nicely. It was sheer and cut off at the top of your plush thighs. He had to resist throwing you on the bed and just fucking your brains out. Poor baby girl didn’t know what you were doing to him.
“I have to. Hank needs me for another case. Plus who’s gonna make enough money to take care of you?” He cooed down at you with his signature smirk. 
He huffed out a sigh nodding in understanding. “Okay but are you gonna be home in time to celebrate? I planned a dinner and everything.”
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