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blooberrytea · 4 months

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Connections

Pt: 1 2 3 4

Summary: Set in post-revolution Detroit, You've been assigned to the recently developed Android Crimes Division; and it's already off to a rough start.

Pairing: Connor x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Mildly gorey description of a body, slow burn oops

There wasn’t enough caffeine in the world that could make this morning any more bearable. Connor and RK900's bickering was usually something you could handle, but after the night you just had– your nerves were shot to say the least.

“You state that you are ‘better’ than me in every comparison. I feel that’s just unlikely.”

You ignored the two androids, making a beeline for the break room. The coffee, as perusal, was lukewarm and honestly it could’ve been enough to break you. Your night had been seemingly uneventful– spent looking over casefiles and drinking some cheap wine you’d picked up at the grocery store.

It was around 2 in the morning when a new file appeared on your laptop.

It wasn’t from the station, that you were sure about. It was just suddenly there in your personal drive, its only announcement the notification in the bottom right: “ Local Disc (C:): Unknown File “

“What the fuck…” You murmured, your cursor hovering over the new icon. It was dated only a few days ago and it wasn’t very large. Your gut told you to wait until the morning and have Connor look it over.

You tapped twice on the touchpad and watched as the contents within the folder began to load in– A series of unnamed images and a single text document. That wasn’t eerie at all.

You sucked in a breath before opening one of the images, the clicking of the touchpad one of the only noises in the apartment. Saying that you felt sick to your stomach would be an understatement.

“Long night?”

You looked up from the coffee pot, eyes landing on Gavin Reed.

“Didn’t know you were capable of being here so early.” You grumbled, “Are you responsible for this gross, cold coffee?”

Gavin snorted, “Do you not know how to work this thing? It’s ridiculously easy to make a pot of coffee these days.”

To be honest, you’d never messed with the machines in the precinct– They were slightly more techy than the one you had at home. You usually brought a cup with you, but you’d downed it before you’d even made it halfway to the station.

The detective nudged you out of the way before placing the empty pot in the machine and pressing a few buttons.

“If this police business doesn’t work out, you should consider being a barista.” You teased.

Gavin glared at you as he pressed a mug into your hand, warmth flooding through your fingers and up your arms.

“You can get your own cream and sugar.”

You gasped and pressed your hand to your chest, feigning heartbreak as the detective walked away.

“Not only am I faster, stronger, and more resilient, but I’m equipped with the newest technology. Perhaps your analytical program is outdated as well.”

You saw Connor’s LED spin red as you approached, taking a very long sip of your freshly brewed coffee.

“What if– And hear me out; You didn’t argue like children today?” You mumbled around your mug.

“I’m not equipped with an ‘argumentative child’ program.”

If you had an LED it would be red too.

“Anyway,” You started, drawing out the syllables, and setting your mug on Connor’s desk, “Can you pull up the most recent case assigned to us? Should be about an android found down at the docks. The one on Lakeside.”

“That one’s new.” You nodded, pushing fingers through your hair as you sighed, “Yeah. Got assigned early this morning.”

With Hank back on human homicide, you had been assigned to the new android crimes division. The Lieutenant wasn’t particularly happy about Connor being reassigned to your team, but he understood. You on the other hand didn’t quite understand Fowler's reasoning for splitting up the two. Before the revolution you had worked briefly on the deviancy cases, assisting Hank and Connor when they met a dead end or just making their late night coffee runs while they mulled over case after case.

You thought they’d worked well together, more so when Connor loosened up. You supposed Hank was just too valuable in the human department.

Connor pulled up the file on his computer, you and RK900 crowding around the desk to get a better look. You knew they were humoring you by pulling it up on the desktop, when they easily could’ve scanned it in their heads.

“This file is practically empty. They don’t have any leads?”

You shook your head, “Barely anything. It’s also hard to place how old the body is because androids don’t decay like humans do. I was hoping you’d be able to scan him and get us some more info.”

“I supposed we’d better get going then, hm?”

Upon arriving at the docks, you found it blocked off with the digital, yellow tape. A few police cars were parked along the street and several officers stood around the scene.

“Chris!” You called, “Any witnesses?”

The officer turned to meet you, giving a shake of his head. “It’s sorta creepy how this crime went without a hitch. The android’s too damaged to even reactivate or make an attempt to access his memories.”

You let out a deep sigh as you slipped past officers, “He’s over here?”

Chris nodded.

The sight before you made you feel just as sick as last night. An android dangled over the side of the dock, ropes around each wrist and tied to the railing; his body half dangling in the water. Not only did the physical damage render him incapable of reactivation, but the water damage totally scrambled all his wiring too.

“Fuck..” You breathed out.

Brief pressure on the small of your back drew you from your thoughts, you barely had time to register Connors hand before it was gone.

“Hey, don’t get too far in your head. We’ll find a connection.”

You shook your hands out and gave him a small nod, “Notice anything?”

“The body is approximately two days old. But he’s only been here since last night.”

“How can you tell?”

“My scan gave me details about the water damage. If we replaced a few biocomponents back at the station, we may be able to reactivate him.”

RK900 suddenly appeared at your side, crossing his arms over his chest as he also scanned the android. You watched as his LED spun yellow.

“Reactivation could be possible, but it’d be for less than a minute if everything.”

A minute was better than nothing. A minute had the potential to provide you with a lead, a witness, anything.

Especially if one of them could interface and access the android’s memories.

#detroit become human #dbh #connor rk800 #rk900 #gavin reed #hank anderson #connor x reader #connor rk800 x reader #fanfic #dbh fanfic #x reader #fem reader #reader insert #bloo connections

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all-gummed-up-inside · 1 year

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Needy puppyboy!Connor who desperately humps your pillow while you’re out of town. he’s a complete mess by the time your 3 day trip is over, but it’s fine your pretty puppy has so much more pent up energy for you <3

Pretty kittyboy!Nines who can just cum from you playing with his fluffy tail for a little bit too long, at times it’s really the only way you can drag him from work so you two can cuddle <3

Bunnyboy!Daniel who desperately fucks himself into your fist because you said it was the only way he could cum after being a brat <3

Bratty foxboy!Gavin who thinks he’s so sneaky when he steals your clothes, thinking you’re so stupid for not realizing when in actuality you’ve been leaving them out in places where he could easily find and take them <3

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piratejimbob · 24 days

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Connor, Nines & V

Nines is based on same G9 Model as Connor - DazCover, V - marigold, both @ Renderhub

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innoowl · 1 year

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fem!

#detroid become human #dbh fanart #art #gavin reed #rk900 #reed900 #fem version #genderbend

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iwonderwh0 · 11 months

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Nines looks like he is some male actor from the fifties. Give him a normal suit instead of this ps5 nonesense and he'll speak transatlantic, I swear

#dbh rk900 #rk900 #dbh nines #he'll hold a cigarette and keep an eye on some fem fatale in a smoky club #with the jazz music playing in the background

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cyberbullyingandroids · 8 months

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Give Me Your Heart by cyberbullyingandroids [DBH Dom Event]

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: F/M Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Relationship: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Reader Character: Upgraded Connor | RK900 Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Thirium Pump Play (Detroit: Become Human), Pegging, Wire Play, Confessions, Confessional Sex, Love, Submission, Dom/sub, Robot Sex, Reader is an unspecified android, Dom/sub Play, Oral Sex, kind of, Vaginal Fingering Language: English

Get a taste with the first paragraph below.

Nines smoothed his tactile hands up the synthskin of your thighs as you knelt above him. Electricity pulsed through your internal core. You quivered at his touch. He sat on a plush sofa whilst blue streetlights filtered through the blinds, cascading lines across his muscular body. Yellow lamplight lit one side of his handsome face. His grey-blue eyes slowly closed as he leaned forward and kissed your abdomen. Your breath shook at the sensation of his warm lips. Your knees sunk into the soft cushions on either side of his legs. Affectionately, you patted the back of his head, his feathery brown hair filling up the sensors on your fingertips and plastic palms. You squatted slightly, the action no match for your tireless android legs.

Link to fic here. (1998 words)

This piece is part of the DBH Dominatrix Event.

This piece includes two requested elements by two anonymous readers.

#DBH Dom Event #ao3 #dbh fan fiction #dbh fics #nines x reader #rk900 x reader #sub rk900 #dom fem reader

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unstablerk800 · 11 months

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Party Punch

Pairing: RK900/Fem!Reader, RK800/Fem!Reader

Rating: Mature (I'm lazy, everything is mature)

Warnings: none really, harmless fluff (wind down fic in between Soulless chapters, haha!)

Description: A hot priest and a hot vampire appears at the Halloween party and someone spiked the punch. That is definitely a recipe for disaster for you and your friend.

Word count: 2,988

Read on Ao3.

Chapter 1.: Nines 🔽

Chapter 2.: Connor

"Oh my God. Nines is here."

"No way!" Your friend gasped when she turned and noticed Nines enter the room.

You both had been teasing each other about the crush both of you had on the two androids at your station. Frankly, Nines was a piece of art; Connor already made both of you foam at the mouth but Nines's professionalism sealed it for you. Your friend had a raging crush on Connor but you were drawn to Nines instead. You often planned in private that she'd date Connor and you'd date Nines; it was a fun, harmless game you could fantasize about while you were between solving crimes. Talking about what sort of dates you two would go, how they'd like to do 'mundane human dates', wondering if they'd even enjoy it at all, and always coming to the conclusion that it'd never happen.

They were androids. They were made to solve crimes, not to mingle with humans. Even if they deviated.

And then Nines just showed up there at the Halloween party like he was doing you both a favour. You couldn't remember if anyone even invited him, but fuck, he was there, and...

"He dressed as a fucking priest", you had to look away to stifle the laughter that bubbled up in you, making it look like you were really interested in the muffins at the table behind you.

"A fucking hot priest", your friend added. "Oh my God he's really serving us all."

You couldn't help it. You burst into giggling.

"PILF!" The whisper escaped you and your friend giggled.

"What?"

"Priest I'd like to f-"

You didn't finish, and you didn't have to (your friend laughed uncontrollably anyway), just grabbed a muffin and stuffed it in your face. It was filled with chocolate and it tasted so much better than you expected.

You blamed your hormones and your undying horniness for Nines.

When you were ready, you turned to face the crowd again. There were quite a few interesting takes on what people figured would be a good costume; and some - like Hank Anderson - didn't even bother. Connor chose to be a vampire, his set complete with vampire fangs, an elegant black suit and a red-black cape; it was another running joke at the station because he kept sampling stuff at crime scenes and Hank started to call him thus. Gavin decided to be a cat - he looked uncharacteristically cute with his black cat ears and fluffy kitty tail and mittens.

Your friend decided to come as an angel. She had big fluffy wings attached to her back, a glittery-shiny halo over her head, and silver-pale blue makeup. She was gorgeous in her white dress.

And you? You were her friend, and naturally, you were a little devil. Dressed in a red dress similar to hers, with a devil's tail and devil's horns. Your makeup was fiery red with black glitter.

Now, it was twice as funny how Nines dressed up as a priest. He walked over to Connor to tell him something.

"Oh how I wish I could corrupt him", you sniggered to your friend and she giggled.

It was weird how they both looked at you two at the same time, but you both just blushed and pretended that something else was so much more interesting. Your eyes wandered at the party punch on another table, while your friend observed the paper bats that hung from the ceiling.

"Gonna get something to drink", you decided, "want some?"

"Yeah. Yeah, some punch sounds good."

You made a beeline for the table, swaying your hips to the music a bit with a little smile on your face. You were so excited for the party which got ten times more interesting - not because Nines showed up, of course not. You poured some punch in two glasses and walked back to your friend. You both sipped it at the same time, giggling to each other like two schoolgirls.

"I can taste real rum", your friend commented and you nodded.

Refill after refill, both of you were reduced to two giggling girls who kept to themselves at a corner, politely answering anyone who approached you two, but letting them leave - and always resuming to the topic of hot androids. You loved your friend because there was no harm in having fun with her; she teased you about Nines and you teased her about Connor, giggling and blushing to yourselves.

"I'm guessing we're not driving tonight", you giggled, "I could think of someone who could drive me home~"

"And who might that be?"

The familiar monotone voice made you spin your head around and up. Nines quirked a brow to show his curiosity in your answer. You felt your friend nudge you, invisible to him, telling you silently that this was probably a chance for you to finally crack the ice between you two.

How inappropriate your answer would be, though? What would Nines say and moreover, think of you? Oh God, you were already overthinking and the more you looked in those calculating, cool eyes, the more heat rose to your cheeks.

To Hell with it, the rum said in your system, already making you more courageous than ever. It's been long since you've had alcohol, and it never was your good friend. Probably wouldn't be your saviour now, either.

"A hot priest, maybe?"

The reaction to your answer wasn't spectacular, but his eyes seemed to darken with a new, unknown shadow, and your cheeks were as red as your dress when you've noticed his LED started to spin in a beautiful, although alarming, amber colour.

Your friend snort laughed in her punch, but all you picked up was the ringing in your ears. You did it. You idiot, you did it. And you couldn't take it back.

You ruined it.

Nines will never take you seriously ever again and whenever you'll have to look at him or talk to him, you'd be reminded of this conversation and this exact expression on his face all the time from now on. You were a bit too tipsy to figure out what he was possibly thinking, but he had been known to strictly guard his expression at all times anyway.

Androids didn't get drunk. Humans did. Androids didn't do stupid things like this. Humans did.

His almost completely guarded expression made you bit your lip. To do something, you ever so innocently moved the straw between your lips and sucked the last of the punch out of your plastic cup. The slurping noise definitely did not help making you look and sound professional at all.

"I think it would be best if I took you home right now", Nines finally spoke, making your stomach tingle with nervousness and causing your face to burn with embarrassment.

"I don't think I-", you were eager to protest, but he cut you off.

"Now", he repeated coolly.

You glanced at your friend who looked back at you serious; the smiles and giggles were gone. At least she sobered up just as much as you did; not much, but enough not to embarrass you more. Another thing you loved her for.

"I'll call you", you mumbled, placing your cup down on the table nearby.

He spun on his heels and led the way out and you followed him like a scolded puppy. You picked your jacket up and put it on; he didn't have, neither did he need one, so he stopped near the door to wait for you.

There was no escape, and you weren't looking forward to the embarrassing talk you'd get during the drive.

The last day of October was very cold, but at least it wasn't raining. He had one of those automatic cars that didn't really need a driver, and it beeped softly without Nines doing anything other than walk towards it. Right, you thought, must be an android thing; he probably could connect to other machines.

That always intrigued you. You were so curious what was he really capable of other than sampling stuff real time, reconstruct events and analyze data. You sighed to yourself, reminding yourself that you ruined the chance to ever know. He wouldn't want to talk to you after this.

Nines didn't need to punch in the destination; he just needed to use his special connection with another machine to make the engine whir to life and start driving. Your cheeks still burned and you didn't dare to look at him when you saw he glanced at you from the corner of your eyes.

"Did you mean it?" He asked quietly, surprising you.

"Did I mean what?" You asked as you finally looked back in his eyes.

He hesitated. The planet's most advanced android actually hesitated. His LED still was spinning in yellow.

"What you've said."

You blinked at him stupidly. He wanted you to repeat that sentence? You didn't think he'd embarrass you even further. Oh God, you wished Hell would just swallow you right there.

But perhaps his curiosity was genuine? You couldn't determine. Was he... did he feel insecure?

The rum said, once again, to Hell with it. You'd burn all of your bridges down anyway, didn't you? He'd never look at you the same way ever again, so you might as well get it all off your chest.

He'd ignore you, starting from tomorrow, anyway.

"Oh, Nines", you sighed, "you're the hottest man I've ever laid eyes upon."

He stared at you with a look that you understood as disbelief.

"You're mocking me", he concluded.

Now it was your turn to look at him bewildered.

"No", you frowned. "I'm serious."

When he said nothing, you felt like you needed to prove your point. And your tongue couldn't be stopped. Damned party punch. You didn't dare to look at him, though; wouldn't want to see his reaction to your stupid babbling.

"The first day I saw you I had to make a conscious effort not to stare. You looked so amazing as you walked in like you owned the place, all serious and professional. I had to make myself look away from where you sat but I couldn't focus on my work all day. Do you have any idea how hard it is when you're around?" You pouted now. "Of course not, you probably have no idea. And then you started to work and solved crimes and turned out that you're so bloody good at it, I mean there's a reason I'm trying so hard because it's so inspiring to have you around and-"

You paused, sighing as you deflated on the seat. You glanced at your hands with a pout, but you prayed your tears back where they belonged. You'd have so much time to cry yourself to sleep tonight, because this was the most embarrassing experience of your rather short life. You'd ask for a transfer the next time you went to work for sure. You wouldn't be able to stay in the same place with him.

You didn't dare to glance at him as you bit your lower lip, fighting your emotions in silence. But he appeared to be relentlessly curious.

"And?"

His voice was barely above a whisper, and you shrugged.

"And I think I'm hopelessly in love with you", you finished.

You thought that saying it out loud would fix your problems. That this craving would finally vanish, and it'd never return. But no, it was actually worse, because it was true. You really were in love with him.

All those micro expressions he exposed to the station, those little things he noted out loud to others to signal that he had noticed, the way he had saved Gavin's life more than once even though Reed was an asshole to him... Nines was a deviant, he wasn't bound by his programming or CyberLife anymore, but the acts of service, his seriousness when it came to his line of work made your love for him grow and grow until it was unbearable.

And then there were those little things.

There was one occasion when you forgot your tea on the counter in the break room and he brought it over to your desk. You were genuinely surprised as you looked up at him, especially when he made a comment that it was indeed healthier than coffee and that he was glad that you showed a good example to the others.

Or when twelve folders accidentally slipped out from your hands, scattering about on the floor, and you wanted to pull your hair out - organizing them was a tedious work, at least an hour, if not more, for you anyway -, and he volunteered to help you, gathering, analyzing and organizing the folders in the matter of minutes.

Or that one time when you dislocated your shoulder during a mission and for some crazy reason you asked him to set it right - and he did. Sure, he made you scream as he yanked the bones back where they belonged, but you didn't want to go to the hospital, and he helped you without dismissing or making fun of you for it.

You just realised now that he was showing little acts of kindness towards you. And that realisation made it even worse. You could've been friends with him, and you ruined it before it could even happen.

"I thought you were in love with Connor."

His quiet words made your eyes widen in disbelief and you finally looked at him. You nearly fainted. He was smiling. But there was also a shade of... blue tint... over his cheeks? You were bewildered at the sight. Was he blushing? Androids blushed?? He blushed because of your confession? Your head was spinning.

"It should've been obvious", he continued now, actually chuckling to himself. "It makes sense now."

Your throat was as dry as the fucking Sahara.

"What makes sense?"

"Every time I approached you, your eyes glazed over, you blushed, your pulse elevated, your pupils dilated. You were stuttering so much in the beginning, too, when you talked to me."

You hid your face in your hands. He remembered that! The way you were trying to reply to his questions - you were mortified he reminded you of that!

"I've always thought that you were afraid of me", he continued calmly. You made a squeaky noise behind your hands. You sort of were afraid of him, but also entirely enamoured by him, too. "Your reactions fit the fight or flight response. But then Valentine's day happened earlier this year."

"Oh my God", you squeaked again, but Nines still was relentless.

"It was a clever move, I'll admit", he added, "but there was a crucial detail you've both forgotten when you both left your envelopes on our desks. You've printed the cards in a public print shop", how did he figure that out?! "And there were no fingerprints", you exhaled sharply; at least you didn't fuck that up, "but I could detect a special dust on Connor's envelope. It wasn't dust, though." He paused and you chanced a glance at him, pulling your hands into fists, still covering your mouth with them. "Tea", he gave you the answer when your eyes met again. "Your tea, to be precise. You seem to like that brew, and I could identify it. My envelope, though, had some dog fur on."

You wanted to bite into your fingers. You successfully made him believe you sent a Valentine's card to Connor, and that your friend sent yours to him - it was hilarious, if not slightly terrible for confusing two wonderfully innocent androids.

"Up until lately, I've had no idea you two switched the envelopes with your friend", he confessed.

"Lately?" You whined, wondering what betrayed you and your friend.

"I've started to pay a bit more attention to her during this summer", Nines half smiled. "And I've identified the same reactions you have for me whenever Connor spoke to her. Interestingly, neither of you had the same response in a switched situation. If I walked up to her desk, for example, she was completely unbothered, and you were always polite and kind to Connor but he couldn't detect a change in your body language and vitals."

"You two were experimenting with us??" You whined in disbelief.

"We wanted answers", he quirked a brow now. "And neither of you ever told us the truth why were you both acting the way you did. You both dismissed as being 'excited' about your works." He smiled again. God, did he look good when he was smiling! How unfair of the world, how cruel! "So we didn't know. Until tonight."

"I shouldn't've told you", you whispered.

"It wasn't you", Nines shrugged, "it was Hank."

"Hank?!"

"He overheard your friend sighing to herself how handsome Connor was, so we decided to interrogate you separately." Nines looked so proud of himself. "I didn't need to do much, so I must thank Gavin."

Your head really was spinning from all the information. You hid your face in your hands again.

"Gavin??"

"He sneaked the rum in the party punch", Nines half smiled.

"I'll kill him", you squeaked and that got a chuckle out of him.

"I'm afraid you won't really have the energy after tonight to kill him", his words made you as red as a rose as you chanced a look at his smug expression, "all that remains now is to forward the information to Connor."

"Oh no!" You thought of your friend and her steadily approaching doom.

"It's only fair, don't you think?" The car stopped in front of your house and after switching a few buttons, Nines looked back at you with a look that you identified with unbridled lust. "You both gave us quite the headache, so to speak." Seeing you squirm and detecting your undoubtable arousal, Nines decided to make it even worse for you. "You've been so, so naughty..."

#fanfic #rk900 #rk800 #dbh connor #connor dbh #dbh #detroit become human #rk900 x fem reader #rk800 x fem reader #detroit become human nines #detroit become human fanfic #detroit become human connor #reader insert

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roxasagainst · 3 months

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oops! all DBH one-shots!

your one-stop shop for all my DBH one-shots (that have too much plot and not enough porn, oh well)

(banner and dividers by @cafekitsune!)

still feel. (RK900/fem!reader)

cw: fingering, alcohol, small ment of violence, kissing, semi-public sex, bodily fluids, rough sex, choking if you squint

You've worked with RK800 for six months now, and three months in, a RK900 walks in. What do you do? Well, let's try a conversation mixed with a subtle invitation. It's almost 3 am, and you're in over your head.

ashes to ashes, dust to...oh fuck (RK800-60/fem!reader)

cw: flirting, banter, just him being a bitch, oral sex (f receiving), office setting

Working as a secretary for the DPD, it's usually pretty easy to have someone else shut the place down so you can leave early. One person, however, isn't leaving without a fight.

one of the girls (RK800-60/fem!reader)

cw: rough sex, office setting, face-fucking, dirty talk, spanking if you squint

You've been in the sugar bowl for a while, been in all sorts of arrangements but an android sugar daddy? You just have to see what this is about.

blackout (RK900/fem!reader) *new!*

cw: lingerie, alcohol mention, fingering, choking, rough sex, interrogation room sex, dirty talk, praise kink

What'd you do to end up in police custody after getting drunk at home? Hey, maybe that guy who walked into the room knows!

#ao3 fanfic #smut #dbh #detroit become human #dbh connor #dbh sixty #dbh nines #rk800 #rk800-60 #rk900 #dbh rk900 #cyberlife tower connor #pwp #connor x reader #nines x reader #sixty x reader #oneshot #pwp fics

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samsaurwrites · 2 years

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HAPPY 100 FOLLOWERS!!!! Slow Down (RK900 x Reader NSFW Oneshot)

A/N: hehehehe we're at 100 followers now so i thought—hey, let's celebrate by posting something ~ s p i c y ~

Slow Down (Nines x fem!Reader)

Nines is acting weird.

You decide to figure out why.

Tags: Deviant Upgraded Connor | RK900, Upgraded Connor | RK900 Is Bad at Feelings, Sex Pollen (but like a virus), idk don't question it too much, Smut, Shameless Smut, Dubious Consent, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Reader-Insert, No Y/N, Semi-Public Sex

Read here or on AO3.

Something about Nines has been… off since you left the crime scene together—a WR400, ripped to pieces, in the slums of Detroit; her joints wrenched apart, wires twisted and torn; components, dozens of them—broken, modified, scattered the floorboards of an old, rotting house; thirium, pooling underneath, splattering the walls in grotesquely abstract shapes and patterns.

It had been hard to look at.

You had suggested interfacing with her—it had seemed like a good idea, at the time. You figured maybe, if there was any latent information floating around in her CPU, maybe Nines could find it.

Maybe it would help you find who did this to her.

It could be the best lead you were going to get, you’d said. And he had agreed.

But maybe that had been a mistake.

You glance over at him from the passenger seat of your car, worrying the inside of your lip between your teeth as you scan his profile.

It’s dark—nearly midnight—but the intermittent light from the passing streetlamps is more than enough to see the tension in his shoulders, the way he sits ramrod straight, fingers digging into the surface of your steering wheel. It’s more than enough to see how his his brows furrow. How they’re knitted together into a deep scowl.

He stares ahead, ignores you even though you know he knows you’re watching him, watching the LED at his temple flicker a dull yellow, cycling around and around and around. You look back down at your hands, resting awkwardly on your lap. Take a moment to pick at the non-existent dirt underneath your nails.

The moment he’d touched her—artificial skin retracted, revealing smooth white plastic and unfeeling steel—he’d recoiled, like he’d been burned.

And he’s been acting so weird since.

You clear your throat. “Hey, uh, are you—”

“I’m fine, Detective,” he says. Snaps, really.

“Right,” you murmur, shifting in your seat. You turn your head to stare out the window. Lean your forehead against the glass and let out a quiet sigh, watching as Detroit slides by in gloomy twilight, blurred by rain that streaks across the window.

You try not to think too hard about the way he’d jerked away from you when you touched his shoulder; how he’d flinched when you handed him your keys and just barely brushed his open palm.

The rest of the drive passes in stiff silence, and by the time you make it back, the station is nearly deserted, with only a few bleary-eyed humans and a handful of androids wandering the premises.

Nines is careful not to touch you when he drops your keys back into your hand. Ignores the concerned look you give him and strides towards his desk. You follow, trail after him and sag down into the squeaky swivel chair at your desk.

You chance another glance over at him, across your connected desks. You lean forward on your elbows, watching his LED, a steady amber that flashes red when your gazes meet. Just as you open your mouth to speak, he stands.

“Excuse me,” he says, swallowing thickly.

And then he’s gone.

You chew at your bottom lip again, watch him leave the bullpen and turn down the hall that leads towards the server room. You let out a frustrated breath, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes.

“Motherfucker,” you whisper under your breath.

The guilt gnawing at you starts to grow. It flowers in the empty spaces between your ribs—it sprouts tendrils that wrap around your lungs, thorns that dig into your thudding heart.

It had been your idea, after all.

Maybe you should go apologize.

You shake your head—you should just finish your paperwork and give the android some space, especially if he’s upset with you. You should just give up trying to understand the innerworkings of CyberLife’s most advanced prototype (he’s made it abundantly clear that you’ve failed at that particular endeavor so far). You should just mind your own goddamn business and go home.

But here you are. Standing up, pushing away from your desk to follow after him.

You shove your hands in your pockets as you round the corner. Try to act nonchalant as possible while you walk down the empty hallway and up to the server room door. It’s dark when you get there, which is—admittedly—a little odd, but you don’t think too hard about it, pushing inside before you lose your nerve.

It’s quiet. Really, really quiet. And real fucking cold, too.

You start walking down the center aisle, glancing up and down the rows of blinking servers as you pass them.

“Nines?” you call. “You in here?”

Something sends a shiver down your spine.

“I, uh… I know you said you’re okay,” you ramble, wandering over to a metal table hidden in the back corner of the room, playing idly with one of the spare cables coiled on top, “but I feel like you’re angry at me or something so—”

You’re pushed up against the wall, hard. Fast.

Panic seizes your throat. You fumble for the empty holster at your belt, then recognize the black and white jacket, the steely eyes glaring down into yours.

“Nines, what the fuck,” you hiss, planting your hands on his chest to push him off of you. “You scared the shit out of me.”

You shove as hard as you can, but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t even budge.

“…Nines?”

His shoulders are heaving. LED pulsing a bright, angry red. “You need to leave.”

His words are sharp, rough, and it sends a jolt of fear through you.

“Okay, sure, just—” your voice shakes. You start to notice the heat bleeding through the fabric of his uniform. “A-are you overheating or something?” you mutter. “You’re—”

You barely choke back a yelp as he grabs your jaw with one hand.

He stares down at you. Forces your head back until you can’t do anything but stare back at him, can’t do anything but bare your throat and melt in pools of molten silver. You blink—absolutely dumbstruck.

Your heart hammers inside your chest, so hard, so frantic, you’re afraid it might burst. Your face flushes—you know he can hear it, know he can feel it, the way your body responds to his—and suddenly, it’s way too fucking hot in here.

He leans down, keeps you against the wall with fingers that burn against your skin. You feel his breath ghosting across your skin, feel his other hand digging into your waist.

You don’t know what to do—don’t know what the fuck is happening.

He mouths at your collarbone and you jolt, fingers flexing in the soft fabric of his shirt. He dips his tongue into the hollow of your throat, traces its shape and hums as he catalogues the taste of your skin. The whimper falls from your mouth before you can stop it.

“Nines-”

And then he’s kissing you. Crushing his mouth to yours.

You struggle to keep up, pressed further into the wall by the intensity, the heat of him. He bites down on your lower lip, so fucking hard it breaks the skin and you taste blood—whimper and moan and let his tongue dip into your mouth and tangle with yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck, twist your fingers in his perfect hair and swallow down every perfect throaty groan he gives you. You arch your back. Press up into his torso, his hips, the hardness you feel against your stomach.

He grabs the backs of your thighs, lifts you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist, and kisses you harder, shoves his tongue so fucking far into your mouth you almost choke on it. He ruts against your clothed core, and the friction, the pressure against your clit—fuck—it makes your eyes roll back.

He carries you over to the metal table, drops you down onto its surface and manhandles you onto your stomach. Drags your pants—your underwear—down just far enough to expose your dripping sex.

“N-Nines!” you yelp, pushing up onto your elbows just to be shoved back down flat, his hand planted firmly between your shoulder blades. You hear him unbuckle his belt, hear him yank his zipper down. “Hold on—”

“Can’t—” he grunts, dragging the fat head of his cock up and down your folds. Your hear lurches, and your hips jerk backwards—you can’t help it.

He sinks into you fast. Filling you so suddenly, so full you feel it in your throat.

You cry out—the stretch, the burn—loud and long and broken off by the hand that clamps around your mouth. That pulls you back to meet his thrusts.

“Quiet,” he hisses. He grabs your hip with his other hand, shifts them so he can hit you deeper, so that he can hit that spongey spot inside you that has you weeping, begging him, muffled by his fingers, to give you more.

White-hot pleasure sears in your center, electric. It pulses harder, as his hips snap into yours, coils tighter with each drag of his head against your walls. You whimper and whine, thrust backwards because you want more—need it.

Your whole body tenses, then fucking shatters—clamping down around his cock.

He pounds into you, fucking relentless. Again and again and again. You splutter nonsense, tears rolling down your cheeks, seeping between his fingers. Begging for him to stop—to go harder. His hips stutter, and he groans, voice staticky and distorted and so fucking hot, pumping you full of his artificial release.

Before you can even begin to catch your breath, before you can really register that he’s let go of your mouth, he flips you over onto your back. Yanks your pants off entirely and grabs your legs, pressing them back flat against the table by the backs of your knees—wide fucking open.

“Fuck, N-Nines,” you whimper, hands splayed out against his abdomen. “Slow down, I-I can’t—”

He drives into you again before you can say anything else. Kisses you deep. Hard. Sucks your tongue into his mouth while he fucks you into the table. Swallows the needy moans, the pathetic, broken whimpers that fall from your mouth.

The stretch. The drag. It’s too much. The way he holds you down. The way he makes you take it. The way pleasure—exhilarating, excruciating—builds and builds and builds; the way it crashes into you and you see white.

He’s filling you again. Painting your insides. Fucking the cum that leaks out back into your abused hole, rolling his hips up into yours. You push on his chest, thrash and writhe underneath him.

He pulls out, pumping into his fist, and cums again—splattering your stomach in artificial release.

The room descends into a fragile stillness. You lay, staring at the ceiling, panting.

“Are you alright, Detective?” he asks eventually, and you manage a weak nod.

“I…” he trails off, tucking himself back into his jeans and righting his jacket. “I apologize, Detective. The interface with the Traci… It… Something happened.”

“Mm?”

He clears his throat. “However, that seems to have… Have cleared the error from my systems.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, nodding again. “Just, uh… Just let me know if you ever need to defrag your hard drive or… or empty your junk mail or something. I’d be, ya know… willing to help out.”

He shoots you an unappreciative glare.

“You should get dressed,” he says.

“Yeah, yeah I will,” you say. “I just need a second. Can’t really feel my legs yet.”

He looks away, but you can feel the smug look on his face.

You can’t really find it in yourself to care though.

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I have the last card up my sleeve for you to read Strawberry Mojito - HER

My queen, my goddess, my mistress - Nina 😍

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Connections Pt. 4

Pt: 1 2 3 4

~ Summary: Set in post-revolution Detroit, You've been assigned to the recently developed Android Crimes Division; and it's already off to a rough start.

Pairing: Connor x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

That night might as well have been branded into your brain. The night of the revolution.

You were drunk on emotions and adrenaline. You and your favorite android had gotten into an argument about the deviants and whether you were on the right side of history. You’d followed Connor into Jericho, intent on stopping him from making that huge mistake you knew he was en route to. You picked out his ridiculous beanie and human disguise in the sea of androids, but you lost him as quickly as you’d found him. Then the ship exploded, and you didn’t know if he’d even made it out.

You’d somehow managed to find your way home through the chaos that was Detroit that night. Every liquor store was shut tight, and all you had was cheap beer. Safe to say, you weren’t in the mood for that. You’d crashed on the couch and barely managed to turn the news on before exhaustion overtook you.

It was around 3 in the morning when a hurried knock woke you. Groggy, you pushed yourself up and waddled your way to the door– Upon opening it, you found a certain brunette. He was now stripped of his human disguise and stood before you in his standard suit and tie.

Few words were spoken before his lips found yours, his hands landing on your waist and backing you into your home, his fingers sliding under your shirt. His synthetic breath hot against your skin as he kissed down your neck. Your hands found their way into his hair–

“Detective?”

Your face flushed as you met Connor’s eyes, “Sorry- What?”

“We’re here.” His eyes shifted out your window, and you followed his gaze.

After the revolution, Markus had petitioned to convert an abandoned apartment building into an all-android facility. Several months and several donations later, he opened Elysium. Elysium was the modern-day Jericho, a place where androids could feel safe. Many weren’t ready to enter society on their own quite yet. Not that it was an easy thing to do anyway. Detroit was still adjusting to integrating androids into its daily life.

You swallowed harshly as you got out of the car, trying to calm your heart rate before Connor asked any questions. The android came to stand beside you as you took in the building, his arm brushing against yours. You subtly took a step to the side, putting distance between you.

“What’re the odds he’s here?”

“I don’t know who else would give him a place for all those pigeons.” Connor hummed and pulled the entry door open, “Shall we?”

“I suppose we shall.”

The lobby was warm and homey. You had a gut feeling North was responsible for the decor. Her ability to make a room feel inviting was honestly impressive, considering how confrontational she was. You’d met her a handful of times while working with Markus. She seemed sweet, but she probably wouldn’t hesitate if you crossed her. Connor had told you vaguely about North’s experience with humans; you really couldn’t blame her for being distrustful.

Markus stood waiting for you at the front desk, his face lighting up as he caught sight of you and pulled you into a hug.

“Glad you could make it,” he said, a smile spreading across his face.

“I appreciate your willingness in this case, Markus. I know it isn’t easy,” you replied.

Markus gave a small nod. “It’s easier for me than others. They’re still uneasy. Rupert is on the roof. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you should wait here, Connor.”

Connor’s expression shifted into a frown, but he nodded nonetheless. “I understand.”

You placed a reassuring hand on Connor's shoulder. “We won’t be long.”

Markus led you to the elevator, and the two of you stood in silence as the machine ascended through the floors.

“I trust Connor,” Markus began.

“I know,” you interjected.

“The others aren’t so forgiving, especially those who came face to face with him.”

“Markus, I get it,” you assured him.

The elevator dinged as the doors opened to the roof, and you were suddenly bombarded with the sounds of cooing pigeons.

“Connor said he was friendly with birds, but I really didn’t expect this-”

Markus let out a soft laugh as the two of you stepped out, “You’ll get used to it.”

An android, who you could only assume to be Rupert, stood in a flurry of pigeons, tossing out handfuls of birdseed– His face obscured by a baseball cap.

“Rupert!” Markus called, effectively catching the others' attention.

As the two of you approached, you were finally able to make out his features. There was a faint discoloration around his nose, almost like a scar. You’d seen this android before, briefly in the evidence room.

After the revolution, Markus had asked for the androids in evidence to be turned over to him. You had assumed that they were given proper burials; you definitely didn’t expect him to repair the ones in better condition. The deviant leader's earlier request wasn’t just about Connor being an off-putting site.

“Hi, Rupert. I’m a detective at the DPD. I wanted to get your input on something,” you greeted.

Rupert looked to you from Markus, his eyes sweeping over your form before he turned to you.

“You’re Connor’s friend.”

You paused briefly, carefully choosing your words. "We work in proximity to one another, yes.”

“Is he with you?”

“No, no he isn’t.”

Rupert visibly relaxed at that, “What do you need to know?”

“I specialize in android crimes. Currently, I’m investigating what we believe to be a serial murderer,” you explained, pulling a file out of your bag, “The most recent victim had this symbol left on their arm.”

You extended the photo of the labyrinth to Rupert, watching his reaction closely.

Rupert’s features hardened as he examined the photo, “A labyrinth? Oh RA9, you don’t think I did this?”

You shook your head, “No, no, of course not. I just know you’re familiar with the symbol. I was hoping you could give me insight into possible connections.”

“In Greek mythology, The Labyrinth was a maze commissioned by King Minos and designed by the architect Daedalus. I’m unsure of how this connects to your case, Detective,” Rupert frowned, “I’m sorry I can’t be of more help.”

You pursed your lips as you tucked the file back into your bag, “Thank you for your time, anyway.”

The elevator ride back down felt suffocating. The awkwardness between you and Markus stretched on endlessly. It wasn’t his fault. It felt like every string you followed in this case led to a dead end. You were stuck in a labyrinth of your own.

Connor was on his feet the moment you stepped into the lobby.

“Well, what’d he say?” he asked, urgency lacing his voice.

"Nothing," you replied curtly, brushing past him without a second glance. Connor furrowed his brows as he followed you out of the building.

“Detective-”

“Can you run that quote from the files on my computer? The one about beatings and iron bars.”

Connor paused, his LED flickering yellow as he searched.

“It’s a quote from a Greek mythology retelling. Spoken by–”

“Daedalus,” you finished for him, halting in your steps and meeting Connor’s gaze. “It seems our unsub has a recurring theme.”

#detroit become human #dbh #connor rk800 #rk900 #connor x reader #connor rk800 x reader #fanfic #dbh fanfic #x reader #fem reader #reader insert #bloo connections

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