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clarks-letterman · 1 year

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

new fuck-tionality | connor x reader

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

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

words — 1.9k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your eyes flicked up, silently agreeing to hear more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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jayden-killer · 1 year

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HOW DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN CHARACTERS COMFORT THEIR S/O DURING A BAD TIME.

Connor

• definition of baby.boi.

• he doesn't know how to help, he genuinely wants to, but has difficulties.

• 《is everything all right, Y/N?》.

• you, of course, want just someone to listen and to help you. So you spill everything that's on your mind.

• he is processing everything, his led turning blue, yellow, blue, red.

• after elaborating all the informations, he'll do his best, starting with affectionate hugs, rubbing tenderly you hands... also, he'll make a speech about how to help you with your problems, giving suggestions, then proceeds to comfort you with sweet words.

• he'll do little acts of care, like cooking your fav meal, brining a hot chocolate/tea/chamomile to help your stress relief, a warm sheet.

• 《I cannot understand human emotions so easily, but I will do everything to make you feel as you deserve》.

• I love him.(⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

Gavin Reed

• oh, this man here.

• Gavin is a tsundere.

• but that doesn't mean he won't underestimate your problem.

• 《tsk, just tell me what's on your mind now and which prick I need to beat to dead.. please》.

• after telling him your problem, he won't mind if you want to hug him. Yeah, he can be a bitch sometimes, but he still has a heart.

• Gavin will probably go to a face-to-face with the one who hurt you (which means they'll get.. a few broken ribs and a bleeding nose).

• if no one hurt you, he'll be silent and give here and there some comforting words, accompanied by his cats that will purr in your lap. He's trying his best, forgive him. T_T

Hank Anderson

• similar to Gavin, but more soft.

• he probably will make Sumo cuddle you and lick your face until you're having the tiniest smile.

• 《Sumo, attack!》

• because if you smile, he smiles.

• 《kiddo, everything is gonna be alright. Trust me. Things are gonna change for sure》 he says, rubbing your hair lovingly.

• probably puts a movie with a bowl of popcorn to distract you from your thoughts.

• it kinda works, and you appreciate how he's trying to make you feel better.

Kara

• she knows you're battling with something. The problem is, what?

• but when you're on the verge on tears, she understands.

• 《Hey, hey, what's wrong? Let it all out, it's okay, Y/N, it's okay...》

• purest.angel.ever.

• she's gonna give you the best hug ever. When you're done crying and you are a little more calm, Kara listens to everything that's bothering you.

• 《Hey, let me tell you this..》

• Kara is optimistic, so she'll make sure you see the light that's going to come really soon, while rubbing your back.

• 《I know you're strong, you can do it! I believe in you!》

Markus

He knows what's going on, since you've been acting strange lately.

"This isn't surely Y/N's behaviour. Perhaps it's better I talk to them"

And when he finally does, you spill everything that's on your mind. You don't want to bother him with all your stuff, but he doesn't care. He's there to make sure you ok, by giving you a hug or rubbing your hand

Idk everyone, I kinda guess he'll do that, I'm not so good writing for Markus.😭😭

#dbh imagine #detroit become human #detroit become human x reader #markus x reader #connor x reader #connor x gender neutral reader #kara x reader #gavin reed x reader #hank anderson #hank anderson x reader #connor rk800 #detroit become human markus #markus rk200 #rk200 #oneshot

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fluffykiddosstuff · 1 year

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Their opinion on face sitting (NSFW)

Warnings : sexuals content, face sitting, handjob and many mores

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Markus

- please just sit on this androids face, he would do anything to pleasure you.

- don't mind about sitting on yours but is kind of nervous because androids are heavier so he makes sure he doesn't put all his weight

- doesn't jerk off while eating you out tho, he will just grab your tights to focus to give you pleasure

- buuuut if it's you who is jerking him off then this poor man is gone

- his skin features probably peels off whenever your skin and his touch, even tho you can't interface it's a reflex for his body.

- if you can't stop moaning his name, he will overstimulate you until you can't cum anymore

- your first time while face sitting would be after the androids got their rights, he was still a leader but he had less on his shoulders to carry (except you wink wink)

-after the androids law being accorded he had took you to an hotel, the time he could get some paperworks done before going back to Carl but.. This night wasn't about papers at all

- you took him on the bed because he was stressing himself too much and before you could know it you were already making out in the bed and seconds after he make you sit on his face

- he said it was the better reward for being the android leader

Connor

- this poor Android doesn't understand the need to facesit, he took a while to understand that you wanted proper sex with him but if you don't say verbally that you want to sit on his face he will not initiate it at first

- when you finally said it, he makes researches whenever he can to understand what you mean by that, he tried to ask hank about it first to seem more human but when the poor old lieutenant cough so hard that he couldn't even breath he quickly got that it wasn't the best approach to get more informations

- once he collected enough data he would organize a date (I know androids can't eat but I saw a headcanon where they eat thirium food and I thought it was really cute), after the date would take you at a hotel

- "do whatever you want but not in my house kid" that's what hank said to Connor before he got to your date and after giving money for the hotel "it would be rude to take the people you date to their own house" he said patting connor's head

- once you got into the room you couldn't keep smiling and he took a room with petals on the bed forming a heart and tamised lights too

- first it was like usual, kissing, love words exetera, then he layed down on the bed after undressing you and you sat on his face

- God he didn't imagine how good it could felt for you, would maybe want to try it out but would'nt ask for it before some time

- this tongue isn't just to take samples ;)

- let's say that for the rest of the night you didn't slept

Ralph

- at first the poor boy didn't even knew what you were talking about

- sex? Face sitting? What's all of that?

- but once you explained everything calmly to him and that he got that it wasn't hurtful for any of you he accepted

- first you got to your house because doing that at the squat was.. Weird

- you just begin with little kisses on his face and scars but before you could see it, he rolled over and make you sit on his face after ripping whatever clothes was between his mouth and his goal

- you didn't knew a such precious being could be so wild but you didn't mind tho

- would ask if you could do the same for him because he wanted to know how could it feels since he saw how you were excited

- "Ralph likes y/n like this.. He wants to know how it feels too!"

- now it's one of Ralph's favorite activities to do with you

Hank

- you were dating with hank for a little while and you hesitated to ask him if you could practice facesitting and that he would say "Jesus y/n I'm too old for these things!"

- but when you actually asked him about it, it was an another story

- if you asked him in a public space he would murmur in your ear "tonight at my house, Connor will be at Markus place" or if you are both home and that Connor is gone for the day he would say : "c'mere" and start doing the job

- he is quite experienced, he was married after all

- you would probably have red tights because of the friction of his beard but you don't mind, he finds that quite erotic too

- don't ask him that he sits on your face tho, he doesn't like that

- one or two round is enough, after all he is human and old, yes he likes it but he doesn't want to get killed by you sitting on his face (even tho he says while laughing that it could be nice to die this way)

-since of his age, he can't do things like he could when he was in his 20's so facesitting is one of his favorite things because he knows that he can handle it and make you feel good at the same time

Gavin

-wow wow wow wow hold there a second

-what are you asking ?

-would'nt be for it at first maybe says things like "na it's for pussy's anyways i like my way of holding things better"

-buuuut if you insist..he would consider it

-but don't talk to anyone about this, no matter how much he loves you he's gonna kill you if you don't shut your mouth

-actually is pretty aroused when he ears you whimper on top of him, he could cum only from that

-but don't ever tease him about that because either he will make you sexually frustrated for who knows how long or would have to punish you somehow

-if one day, ONE SINGLE DAY, he let's you eat him while he is sitting on your face, told yourself your lucky

simon

-would be so glad that you ask him directly, to him that means a lot and plus it's a sign of affection so why not ?

-man he is so sweet please just praise him already

-wouldn't mind to try, but if he doesn't like it he will tell you

-would be scared when you start to tremble because of overstimulation, but once you reassure him that it's all about pleasure, he is glued to you for some time

-caresses and soft words are his love language so he will most likely caress your tights and anything that reaches his hands

-he looks at you like your some sort of divinity while having you on his face, please don't stop him

nines

-like connor pretty confused about anything sex-like (like he doesn't know yet how to initiate it), but he would get the little hints you give him

-doesn't ask anything to anyone, he doesn't need it, he is cyberlife most avanced android right ?

-many, too many researches (even at work or at night)

-he wants you to be bold with him and sincere so don't be afraid to tell him exactly what you want (if you come with a plan or a kamasutra to show him how is facesitting, would register everything in his cpu)

-wouldn't sit on you, he isn't comfortable with that yet ( at first he says that he is made to help humans and not to be pleased)

-would close his eyes during the "processus" likes he calls it,he is deviant but that serious part of him is what attracted him to you after all

- doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy it tho, every sounds, moves, spots and picture he register of you is in his cpu and whenever he is bored and want to try new things (like masturbation) or maybe just because he wants to see how marvelous you are, he will read those files

-would maybe try to tease you (i sais try, doesn't mean he is good at it) and would continue or not, depends on your reaction

-leaves marks and bruises on your legs and stomach

kamski

-FUCKING FINALLY

-he was waiting his whole life that you ask him for that

-prepared everything in advance

-if you put lingerie or anything sexy on, oh god have mercy he will not leave you for a while

-doesn't mind receive but likes more giving

-could keep on for hours, he can't get enough of you really

-he saw you as a masterpiece, so he is honored to as you on his face

-but before or after, would ask if he can take snapshots of you and both of you, he is the creator of androids but he like these old techniques and he thinks you both look like gods from ancient greece

-he keepts these snapshots on him every single time and when he as to go for something, brings them with him to remember how much fun you will both have when he gets home

-makes you a bath and ask chloe for diner,pampers you, don't want to leave you until you are asleep

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salltybread · 7 days

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Our Morning Walks

A Connor x GN Reader Oneshot

Summary:

“Can I see you again?” Connor managed to choke out when you were halfway through your door. Your dog slipped into the house, and you unhooked her leash before closing the door behind her and turning around. Connor’s warm brown eyes were darting around, landing everywhere except for you. His friend’s dog, who you learned was named Sumo, slobbered all over his hand which was clutched tightly around the leash. You could have sworn that Connor’s face was turning blue, but it was too dark to tell.

“I’d like that.”

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3,180

Special thanks to my friend for helping me with the development of this!!! <3 you bro!!!

You felt a forceful tug from the leash wrapped around your wrist as your dog dragged you out of the open door. The rough fabric of the leash dug into your wrist as Atlas tugged you down the steps that lead into your house. The crisp morning air of Detroit blew directly into your face the second you exited your house, causing you to shiver. Your hair flew around haphazardly as a chilling gust of wind whisked by.

It was still quite dark outside, but the several inches of snow that fell the night before shimmered beautifully under the moonlight. A dark blue haze lingered over the neighborhood, a stark contrast against the warm yellow street lamps. You were wearing many layers and thick gloves, but you concluded that no amount of clothing could battle the cold that a winter in Detroit brought. The snow crunched loudly under your feet as you trekked along, your thick snow boots protecting your feet from the frigid snow. At least your feet were not that cold. You would probably feel a bit warmer if you had some form of head covering, but your dog, Atlas, chewed up your only beanie earlier that week.

You had only moved to Detroit recently, about a month ago, and you had not adjusted to the colder air yet. You came to Michigan from South Carolina, where it was nearly sweltering most of the time. You arrived in Detroit with only a few coats, hoping you would be alright in the Michigan weather. As soon as you saw the forecast for the week, your jaw practically hit the floor. You ended up having to venture around the city to different stores to get yourself an assortment of clothes suitable for the freezing weather and hefty amounts of snow.

When something unexpected happened, you were forced to move from your apartment in Charleston. Your parents were kind enough to sell you an old house on the outskirts of Detroit at a dirt-cheap price. It was small, but it was better than the very cramped apartment that you used to rent.Your new house had one story with a small living room, an open kitchen, and a bedroom connected to a surprisingly large bathroom.

The bedroom in your old apartment was not large enough to fit anything more than a twin-sized bed, and it had a broken door connected to a shoddy bathroom. You notified your landlord of the broken door, and he did absolutely nothing about it. You had been lucky enough that the front door worked, so you decided to drop the matter.

Although you had moved into the house almost a month ago, you had not unpacked many of your belongings yet. The only stuff that ended up unsealed was what you used daily or took out of a box and never had the time to put away. Several boxes were scattered around your house since you had yet to unpack them. Some were open, and several remained untouched and sealed with copious amounts of tape. Most containers had half-faded labels made with barely legible Sharpie. You simply did not have enough time to unpack, as you were immediately on the hunt for a job. You found one quickly and immediately began working full-time to refill the hole you put in your wallet several days earlier, when you spent a couple hundred dollars on clothes so you would not freeze to death.

Atlas barked at you, and it shook you from your thoughts. You gazed down at her large, fuzzy face as she stared up at you. Her graying muzzle shoved into your hands, searching for warmth. You did not know what breed she was, since you got her from a shelter that found her as a stray. You got her when she was a year old, and although she was eight years old now, she was still as energetic as ever. Her shaggy tail flopped around in the snow as she sat, caking together onto her long fur. Snow was still falling slowly, and you could see the small flakes landing on her jet-black coat and fading as they melted. She yipped at you again, and you realized you were in the middle of the snow-covered sidewalk, lost in your own head again.

You leaned down and patted Atlas on the head to apologize, feeling her damp fur weave between your fingers. Her ears shifted back as she pressed her head up into your hand. The corners of your mouth lifted when you heard her tail thumping against the pathway. With your arm fully outstretched to pet Atlas, your sleeve shifted back just enough for you to glance down at your watch. It was 4:56 am. You had been standing in that same spot for nearly ten minutes. You were going to be late for the meetup with Connor. Ever since the two of you met, you had walked your dogs together almost every morning. You looked up at the sky, memories of when you first met him flooding into your head.

Your first afternoon in your new house, after you unpacked a bit, you fished around in the cardboard box labeled ‘Atlas’ to find her leash so you could take her out on a walk. It was not in the box, and you spent the rest of the day searching for it. It probably would have just been easier to buy her a new leash. On the third evening of your move-in, you finally found Atlas’ leash in a box filled with miscellaneous items. The box was aptly labeled ‘random shit.’

You originally planned on a short walk around the neighborhood that evening but got lost after about ten minutes of trudging through the snow. Your phone died in your hands when you tried to find directions home. As you wandered mindlessly, the sun began to set, washing the sky in gorgeous hues of orange and deep purple. The old street lamps along the left side of the road flicked on when the sun dipped below the horizon. You trembled as it got colder, your new snow boots rubbing on your heels as you strolled. You exhaled through your mouth, watching as the small cloud of breath vanished into the air.

Atlas spotted a large dog next to somebody on the other side of the street and turned towards them. You felt a soft jerk on your wrist and glanced down at your dog before looking at the other dog and its owner across the street. You took a deep breath, your palms beginning to sweat from under the gloves as you realized what you had to do. You had to speak to a stranger.

“Excuse me!” You called out as you jogged to the other side of the road. The giant dog that walked next to the stranger turned around and pricked his ears toward Atlas as his long tail swished from side to side. When the person turned towards you, the first thing that caught your eye was the LED on his temple that flickered blue. What you noticed next were his large, dark-colored eyes, blown wide in surprise. You could barely discern his other facial features, even with the streetlights on. The lamps were obviously very old, as most of the bulbs were either flickering or did not even work.

“Is something the matter?” The android questioned as his eyes flicked down to Atlas. He smiled at her before looking back up at you. You knew Atlas would not misbehave, but you kept her close to your side in case the other dog got upset.

“Sorry to interrupt your walk,” you trailed off as you thought about how to explain your situation. “I just moved here recently, and I managed to get lost while taking this one on a walk,” you gestured to Atlas. “Do you live in the neighborhood? Do you think you could help me?” You asked the android, a little desperate to get home.

The stranger, who introduced himself as Connor, agreed to help you find your way home. It did not take long for him to find directions after you told him your house number, as androids were technically walking databases. You and Connor engaged in awkward small talk while he led you back to your house. At some point during the walk back, Atlas made friends with the other dog. You were used to Atlas dwarfing other dogs, but she was quite small compared to the mammoth-like Saint Bernard.

“I’d like that.” You responded, an awkward smile making its way onto your face. Your eyes met Connor’s, and his lips quirked upward. Your breath hitched in your throat at his slight smile. You would be lying if you said you were not blushing, even if it was just a little bit.

“Every morning, before I go to work, I take Sumo on a walk. Would you like to join me tomorrow?” He asked, his head tilting to the side slightly. You had not known him for very long, but you noticed his mannerisms were comparable to a dog’s. It was cute. You found yourself wondering how CyberLife made his facial expressions so intricate. If he did not have the LED, you would not be able to tell that he was an android.

“I’d love to. I’m quite sure that Atlas would love a new friend as well.” You answered, looking down at Sumo. The Saint Bernard was sitting down, his tail thumping against the snow. He looked up at you with an unbelievably cute stare as drool fell ungracefully from his large jowls.

From then on, the two of you went for a walk together every morning. You agreed to his proposal since you did not want to get lost again. However, that was only one of two reasons. The other reason was quite simple. You thought Connor was cute. Soon, the morning walks you went on together became something you always looked forward to. Sometimes, you and Connor would stop to chat on a bench in the park and watch the sunrise. Atlas and Sumo usually sat quietly, but on occasion they would play together to burn off extra energy.

As you reminisced, you picked up the pace so you would not be late to the bench at the park where you and Connor met up every morning. Atlas trotted along happily, leaving large paw prints in the snow. Sporadically, she would stop and sniff a tree root or some odd substance on the sidewalk. You were less inclined to let her investigate the latter. Snow began to smother her thick black fur, leaving a frosty shroud over her coat. You were not worried about her being cold since her pelt provided ample protection from the frigid weather. You lifted your head from the snowy ground and spotted two familiar figures standing by a bench.

As soon as Connor heard your footsteps, he turned around with a smile. Sumo stood beside him, wagging his tail when he caught sight of Atlas. Connor’s features looked gorgeous, bathed in the soft morning light. His short, brunette hair was gently flowing with the wind, more notably the few strands longer than the others that rested on his forehead and curled slightly. His brown eyes were reflecting the blue light, making a beautiful display. The moles and freckles that dotted across his face and his prominent forehead lines, even if they were made to be imperfections, made him look simply breathtaking.

“Are you alright? You have not blinked in 1 minute and 54 seconds. You seem a bit zoned out.” Connor’s concerned voice interrupted your very blatant staring. You immediately looked away, your face turning a bit red. Your heart skipped a beat, and anything you wanted to say got caught in your throat. You felt Connor’s presence as he stepped closer to you, reaching his hand in his pocket to grab something. Connor’s hands reached above you, and you felt something warm on the top of your damp hair; it covered your ears when the android lightly tugged it down.

“Apologies,” he trailed off, searching for what to say next. “I remember you telling me that Atlas chewed up your beanie, so I bought you a new one. I figured it would be better for you to have a head covering sooner rather than later; I noticed your face turning red from the cold.” He explained bashfully, a crooked smile on his face. He promptly realized his hands were still hovering near your head and awkwardly rested them by his sides.

“Thanks, Connor.” You responded softly, tugging the beanie down. You looked up at him, a goofy smile plastered on your face. As much as you would love to deny it, the cherry color that brushed your cheeks was not from the cold biting at your face, as Connor believed. You were blushing simply because Connor was just so cute. As the professional front that he put up when he first met you slowly chipped away, an irresistibly endearing and thoughtful personality was revealed. You wondered how someone with such an in-depth personality could be even slightly comparable to a machine.

“You don’t have to thank me; I’m just looking out for you. I don’t want you to get sick,” Connor stated. His intonation was always professional, but you learned to detect the hints of sweetness that were sometimes laced into his voice. He smiled gently at you, and you practically swooned.

“We have been standing here for 2 minutes and 23 seconds longer than usual. Shall we begin walking?” The android asked, his head tilting and his brows rising slightly, a mannerism that was quite familiar to you.

“Wow, a whole 2 minutes and 23 seconds?” You commented sarcastically and let out a slight chuckle. His lovable way of just being him always made your heart skip a beat. You playfully nudged him with your shoulder, causing him to smile.

“You’re right. Let’s go!” You shot out quickly before he could defend himself from your previous comment. You skipped forward, with Atlas following you at a trot. You could not hear his footsteps or Sumo’s behind you, and looked back to see what was keeping him. What you saw nearly made your heart stop beating. He was giggling to himself, and there was a softness on his face that you had not seen before. Something that you could not distinguish shone in his eyes as he gazed at you, a dazzling smile on his face. Whatever it was, though, made your breath catch in your throat.

You and Connor walked along the snow-covered pathway in the park, making idle chat as the time passed. The sun began peeking from the horizon, its bright light reflecting onto the snow. It was nearly blinding, and it took your eyes a moment to adjust. You wondered if Connor was having trouble seeing. Were his artificial eyes able to regulate the bright lights quicker than yours? One thought led to the next, and you pondered if he had night vision. His eyes looked so realistic, and the deep brown of his iris reflected light flawlessly. They were enchanting.

“Is there something on my face? You have been staring at me more than usual today.” Connor broke the silence, concern etched on his face as he gazed down at you. His eyes perforated into yours as he attempted to figure out your musings. Your heart stuttered as Connor leaned in close to you. “Your heart rate has increased,” he stated. Your eyes widened and you could feel your face heat up. You silently cursed CyberLife for making him able to identify how quickly your heart was beating with nothing more than a glance.

Atlas stopped abruptly and jerked you forward, interrupting you and Connor. You wordlessly thanked Atlas for saving you from the awkwardness of explaining yourself to the android as she stuck her nose into a snow-covered bush. Sumo repeated her actions, but with his entire head, and the snow on top of the shrubbery fell on both dogs. You let out an animated laugh when Atlas pulled herself from the bush and her coal-black fur was covered with bright snow. She stared at Sumo with a death glare as she shook the snow from her pelt.

The Saint Bernard ignored her, his thick fur sopping wet. Sumo innocently blinked as you continued to laugh, and Connor promptly joined in. The android’s laugh sounded like heaven to your ears. The moment was cut short when Sumo shook himself off, half-melted snow and substantial amounts of dog hair flying directly at you and Connor.

An idea popped into your head when you felt the snow fly onto you. You snickered to yourself before leaning down and scooping some snow into your hands. You formed it into a ball and cringed when it crunched audibly. You tried to be as inconspicuous as you could since you knew that the second Connor knew what you were doing, he would be able to dodge any attack you made. Although, with your luck, the android most likely knew about your plan before even you did due to his preconstruction software, or whatever the hell it was called.

Without a second thought, you hurled the snowball directly at Connor. Your aim was on point, and the snowball would have hit him square in the back of the head if he did not crane his neck to the side to dodge it. It barely grazed the edge of his ear. He turned around and stared at you, his eyebrow cocked upwards. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he stalked over to you, Sumo happily trotting after him.

“I hope you meant to miss that,” your name slipped from his lips. “It was entirely too easy to dodge. I don’t think you want to play these types of games with me.” He leaned down, his face now level with yours as he gave you a dangerous look. You gritted your teeth at his teasing, but a smile managed to inch its way onto your face. The close proximity made your heart thrum in your chest, but you managed to ignore it. He brought his hand up slowly, slightly hesitating before cupping your face. Even though he was an android, you could still feel subtle warmth emanating from it. His deep brown eyes bore into yours, his face tinted a slight blue.

“You know… I really enjoy our morning walks.”

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infin1ty-garden · 5 days

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could you write a fic with connor & child!reader where he sees the reader in a bad situation so he decides to care for reader like a parent/older sibling? strictly platonic ofc

A CALL AWAY

༉‧₊˚. summary: [ in request ] ༉‧₊˚. pairing: connor & child! gn! reader ༉‧₊˚. warnings: mention of abuse & allusion to kidnapping ༉‧₊˚. word count: 342 ༉‧₊˚. author note: first time writing for dbh. Inspired by S2 EP11 of 9-1-1. short bc i kept rewriting it and i just wanted to finally finish it

masterlist.

Due to a kid calling 911 Hank and Connor were sent on a wellness check. "Why do I always get stuck with these kind of cases?" Connor knocked on the door. A kid opened it. "Hey," Connor kneeled down to the child's eye level. "Where are your parents?"

The door was ripped open. "Don't talk to them! What do you want?" Connor stood up as fast as he could. Backing away from the door. "There were some break ins in the neighbourhood. We're just checking if you might have heard something?" Hank said trying to calm the situation.

"No, we didn't hear anything. Sorry to waste your time detective," before Hank or Connor could answer the door closed. Connor's LED was spinning and turned yellow. "Don't give me that look." Hank made his way to the car. Connor followed close behind.

Connor couldn't stop thinking about the wellness check and that something felt off. There were no obvious signs of abuse. The android couldn't decipher or understand why he kept thinking about it. Until it all fell in place.

Connor had been given the assignment to look through some old missing cases. In one of them he'd found the child from the wellness check. Granted the photo was a couple of years old but still. Connor showed what he found to Hank. "Don't tell me that's what I think it is?"

Connor nodded. "Shit!" Hank got some back up stationed nearby if things go south. Hank knocked on the door again. Connor was analysing all possible situations that could happen. Ones where either he or Hank would have to lay their lives down for the safety of the kid.

That didn't happen as the suspect was apprehended and the kid sent to be reunited with their family. The problem being they had no family left. They were put in a group home. One that Connor would visit everyday after work. You two became quite close and you saw Connor as an older brother. He would always say he was one call away.

Thank you for reading & requesting!

#connor x reader #connor rk800 #dbh x reader #dbh connor #rk800 #dbh rk800 #x reader #x gn y/n #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #detroit become human

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the-and-sign-anon · 1 year

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Lucky Catch

Pairing: Connor x gn! Reader

Word count: 943

You loved working at the library, really. You spent every day surrounded by books, most of your patrons were respectful and interesting, and you’d been put in charge of decorating for Christmas this year. It took some late nights and a few trips to craft stores, but you were most of the way done now. All that remained was the garland, which required you to slide around on the rolling ladder, which you only half trusted when gripping it with one hand.

Amelia, an android who’d stuck around the library after the revolution, was trying to help and had even offered to climb the ladder in your place. You insisted it was fine and they settled on following just behind you with a steadying hand on the ladder and the bucket of garland settled on their hip. When a rowdy group of teens started roughhousing between the shelves and nearly knocked a cart of books over, Amelia went to handle them with a reassuring nod from you. You were sure you could manage on your own for ten minutes or so.

You were soon punished for your hubris, as you turned back to pull up another few feet of garland and the ladder groaned. In an instant, the screws and wood holding the ladder to the shelves gave way and you were sent tumbling toward the floor. You would have crashed to the hardwood with a heavy ladder crushing you were it not for the man who caught you.

In an astounding display of strength, reflexes, and coordination, a man in a suit with deep brown eyes caught you around the waist with one arm, preventing you from hitting the floor. With the other arm, he blacked the ladder from hitting you and let it clatter behind him without a scratch on you. It took you a moment to process what had just happened, as you hadn’t even been able to yelp in surprise before he was there.

“Are you alright?”

You blinked a few times and steadied yourself against the wall as he watched you curiously.

“I… I think so. No bruises or bleeding.”

An older man with graying hair came into view behind the first man and took in what must have happened.

“Do you need a seat? Or a calming beverage perhaps?”

“Connor, they’re alright. Just take a step back, give them some room.”

Connor did as the man suggested and moved two steps back, glancing down at the ladder and mess of garland, some of which had fallen from the tops of the shelf where you’d hung it.

“I’m okay, really. I should have guessed that old thing would fall, especially with me on it. The universe has an odd sense of humor.”

Connor tilted his head, unsure of what you meant by that, and you finally registered that he must be an android. After studying his face for a few seconds, a vague sense of familiarity tugged at the back of your mind. You’d seen his face somewhere before, you were sure of it. Of course, most androids had dozens of others who shared their faces, so you guessed it wasn’t that abnormal.

Amelia came back over as you moved toward the ladder and tried to thank Connor for his quick reaction. They took in the scene and immediately joined you again, setting the ladder upright against a shelf and gathering some of the fallen garland.

“So, Connor, how can I thank you for catching me? If you hadn’t been here, I’d probably have a concussion or something.”

“You had a rather high chance of sustaining a moderate to severe injury were the ladder to have fallen directly on you.” Amelia helpfully piped up as you felt your ears grow warm in embarrassment. “I warned you of the danger when we began, but you insisted on using the ladder yourself.”

“I know Amelia.”

“You should really listen to me more often, I do know what I’m talking about.”

“I know Amelia.”

The older man, whose name you still didn’t know, gave you an empathetic look, seemingly saying ‘know it alls.’ He was clearly no stranger to android risk calculation and their unconscious belief that they knew best.

“I’m just glad to have been of help. Hank often says I should strive to use my reflexes and coordination for more than chasing suspects. I’m inclined to listen, more so now than before.”

Hank, as you now knew him, threw up his hands with a muttered ‘now he listens.’ You quickly raised a hand to hide your involuntary snicker.

“Well either way, thank you.”

Amelia, always aware of your little behavioral tells, took the opportunity to pipe up again.

“Maybe if you find yourself here around six, Y/N could thank you with a visit to the cafe down the street. They have an impressive android friendly menu there.”

You both tensed up, but Hank quickly accepted for him and herded the android away with an awkward wave and a disappointed sigh as Connor asked for clarification. You turned to glare at Amelia, who simply smiled a bit and turned back to the task at hand.

“I know what you’re doing.”

“I’m not doing anything. Help me with the garland, would you?”

You grabbed a bit of garland, which you threw at the back of their head. They offered a playful glare, grabbed the offending decoration, and stuffed it into the bucket. It took another hour to hang all the garland, and you had to tell your supervisor about the broken ladder, but it was worth it. The library looked great as you left it behind that evening beside Connor.

#Connor x reader #rk800 x reader #gn! reader #Connor x gn! reader #gender neutral reader insert #my writing #haven writes #winter fics 2022

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aliorsboxostuff · 1 year

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MALE!READER WRITING REQUESTS (TEMP) CLOSED !

Come check out my works bellow!

I've seen how devastatingly little male!reader fics are in my big fandoms, and as a gay man i feel like i should provide us with said fics! Which is why I'm opening my ask box for any and all male!readers and gn!readers requests! (Including anon requests!)

RULES:

I WON'T ACCEPT FEMALE!READER FICS REQUESTS. I’m a trans-masc genderfluid, so male!Readers or gn!Readers are the ones that I usually write and am comfortable with. It’s hard looking for male!reader fics, especially in female-dominated fandoms, that's why I'm opening requests for any and all sad and touch-starved dudes out there! If these don't fit your preferences then you are free to leave, and if you're a female user/reader entering my blog, I hope you remain respectful about the fics I write or get requests for, thank you.

NOTE: I NEVER USE ANY FORM OF Y/N IN MY FICS. I find them kind of weird for me to write so my fics are mostly 1st Person POV. I write most of my fics based off on Fixations that may last a couple weeks, months, years. If you've requested something but havent seen the fic, that might be because i've lost interest!

What i will write:

male!reader

gender-neutral reader

Ftm! Reader

Smut

Platonic or Romantic relationships

angst

fluff

comfort

headcanons

nsfw alphabets

drabbles

Series

Age gap (CHARACTERS MUST BE OVER THE AGE OF 19)

What I Won't write:

female!reader

underage characters (anyone under 17)

necrophilia

real people

pedophilia

Omorashi

age play

rape/non-con

incest

offensive/harmful things

THE CHARACTER LIST! Or, characters I will definitely write about if requested!

PEDRO PASCAL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

Ezra (prospect)

Joel Miller

Javi Gutierrez

Javier Peña

Frankie Morales

Whiskey (Kingsman)

Tim Rockford (yes from the Ad)

TOP GUN 86’ & TOP GUN: MAVERICK

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

MARVEL & XMCU

Miguel O'hara (ATSV)

Hobie Brown (Platonic/fluff only)

Pavitr Prabhakar (Platonic/fluff only)

Kurt Wagner (xmcu)

Loki Laufeyson

Bucky Barnes

Moon Knight System

Deadpool

Daredevil

Eddie and Venom (They come as a pair)

BULLET TRAIN

Tangerine

Ladybug

Jujutsu Kaisen

Satoru Gojo

Nanami Kento

Higuruma Hiromi

Ryoumen Sukuna

Yuuji Itadori (Fluff)

Toge Inumaki (Fluff)

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

Connor (RK800)

Nines (RK900)

COD MODERN WARFARE II

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

John 'Soap' Mactavish

König

HONORABLE MENTIONS

Chris Knight (Real Genius)

Hannibal (NBC)

The Corinthian (Netflix Sandman)

Leon S. Kennedy (RE4 Remake)

Luis Serra (RE4 Remake)

Understand that these are all works of fiction; I am perfectly fine with writing for topics including mafias, mobs, murder, organized crime, war, mental illness, abuse, etc.; but please do not romanticize them in any way. Reading it is fine; please don't romanticize them in your head.

If any of this provided information may seem confusing or have any questions, feel free to drop a DM and I will explain further! I will try to post fic requests as regularly and as fast as I can!

For refrence, these are fics i've written and uploaded to my AO3!

Steven Grant/Male Reader fluff

XMEN Family Pride Fic

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #1

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #2

Deadpool/Male Reader Fluff Confession

Deadpool/Ftm Reader Smut

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader Fluff

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader sunshine x grumpy

Tangerine/Male Reader Fluff/Angst Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader (Escort Fic) Mature

Tangerine/NB Reader Teen&Up

Tangerine/Gender-Fluid Reader (Coming out fic)

Francisco "Catfish" Morales/Husband Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Ellie Fluff

Joel Miller & Kid Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Tess Fluff a bit Angst

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Fluff slight Angst

Din Djarin/Boyfriend Reader Smut

And the Short Fics/Drabbles on Tumblr!

Pulse (Tangerine/M!reader)

Deep Dive (Namor/M!reader)

Hold Tight (Tangerine/gn Reader)

Ner Mesh'la (Din Djarin/Male Reader)

Trinkets (Kurt Wagner/Gender-fluid Reader)

"Anythin' you wanna be." (Hobie Brown & Ftm Reader)

Little Nap! (Meows Morales Drabble)

Anyone that starts an argument about me writing exclusively for men and gender neutrals alike will get a very passive-aggressive and sarcastic reply to your request. There is an abundance of female!readers fics and writers who provide them; I am just here for people that takes a whole day searching for good male!reader fics. IF you do start an unnecessary rant about my fics or my writing preferences at a given moment; I’ve been in fandom spaces for the last 7 years of my life and run on pure manic adrenaline, I will throw hands.

Without further ado, REBLOG TO TELL ALL DUDES! I OPEN MY FLOOD GATES! WELCOME ALL MALE!READER REQUESTS!

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staticl0ve · 2 years

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Master Fic List

Oh boy, finally getting around to making this list. Let’s start with hello: I’m not much of a writer, just self indulgent DBH trash. 💙✨ But here we go!

As always, spice makes the world go around and my spicy chapters will be marked a * so most of my fics, unless stated otherwise, are 18+.

Links are to AO3 (although some are now tumblr links now that I’ve started posting to both). ✨🤖✨

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FAQ:

Some of your works aren’t visible to me: Check out Tumblr’s post on opting in to view mature content. If you are of age, you’ll have to opt in in order to view any works which include mature content. All of my smut works will be labeled appropriately unless it is a post that’s directly linking to AO3 (a site that has its own mature content warning for mature content).

Do you take requests?

Sometimes. Feel free to hit me up in the asks and if the prompt is interesting enough, yeah sure why not. 💙✨

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Connor Fics

Connor x Fem!Reader

💙 Ex Animo (From the Heart) (18+) Chapters 18/18

❄️ Dollhouse (18+) 5/5 - Ch. 1 - Ch. 2 - Ch. 3* - Ch. 4* - Ch. 5

🎄Baby It’s Cold Outside (18+) 2/2 - Part 1 - Part 2*

🌹 Forget Me Not (18+)

Connor x AFAB!Reader - gender neutral

✈️ Home (+18)

🐽The Pig and the Fox (18+) - Ch. 1 - Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 * - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5 * / 6

Nines (RK900) Fics

Nines / Female Reader

🤘Dancing with the Devil (Spy AU) 18+

🔪 The Darkest of Hearts (Spy AU) Warnings: graphic violence, 18+

Sixty (RK800 60) Fics

Sixty X Female Reader

🌻 Sunflower (18+)

🔥 Things I Hate About You (18+)

Sixty x AFAB!Reader (gender neutral)

🩹 Kiss it Better (18+)

Multi fics (poly fics)

Markus x Female Reader x Machine Connor

🌿 The Garden of Eden (18+) Chap 10/11

Shorts

🏡 The Boy Next Door (fem!reader)

Watermelon Sugar - Connor Pt. 1

Watermelon Sugar - Connor Pt. 2 * (18+)

The Heartbreak Prince - Sixty Pt.1

The Heartbreak Prince - Sixty Pt.2 * (18+)

You Drive Me Crazy - Nines Pt.1

You Drive Me Crazy - Nines Pt. 2 * (18+)

#my writing #detroit become human #dbh fanfic #reader insert #my Fics #female reader insert #dbh connor #rk800 #connor x reader #connor rk800 x reader #dbh sixty #sixty x reader #dbh nines #nines x reader #dbh markus #markus rk200 x reader #markus x reader #dbh x reader

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chaos-thirium · 2 years

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91, and 140 👀 could it be with sixty and reader, but like hank or connor or someone is asking about their relationship and sixty later corners reader and says something along the lines of they dont want to be "just friends" anymore?

*melts into goop*

Again, not a gender-neutral gif, but the borderline-possessive neck hold felt very Sixty to me! Hope you like it, anon! I wanted to melt into goop too.

91. “We’re...just friends.” 140. “I can’t believe how wet you are already.”

(Soft) Sixty x AFAB reader. Rated M.

You had an interesting history with the RK800s and 900. You met Connor first, naturally, and quickly developed a connection. The two of you had gone on two dates and kissed exactly once before you'd both realised you were destined to be friends. Although you were left with a pesky physical attraction, your certainty about what the nature of your relationship should be helped you ignore it. When you met Nines and Sixty, who shared the same handsome face, you treated them the same way, until eventually your friendships with them took on their own unique dynamics, different from your relationship with Connor.

After a while, it became clear that Sixty was the one you gelled with the most. If you'd been in school still, you'd probably have called him your best friend. But the physical attraction had never gone away, and sometimes - too often for comfort - he did things that reminded you that it was there. You told yourself it was harmless. You could just appreciate the fact that he was a good looking man, you were a mature adult. And yet, he made you feel like a horny teenager. He’d altered the colour of his hair to differentiate himself from Connor, and the pale blond suited him. You’d actually forced yourself to downplay exactly how much you thought it suited him, lest he figure out how much you fantasied about fucking him.

Since Sixty was, by his very nature, astute and observant, you dedicated a lot of time and effort into making sure he didn’t know. You were never really sure of your success, but he at least never mentioned it. You knew him well enough to feel confident that if he did know, he’d probably tease you about it, so there was a good chance you were in the clear. Either that, or he had another reason for not bringing it up.

As time passed, you gradually started to understand that you were doomed. Sixty was your best friend for a reason. The two of you understood each other, had a compatible sense of humour, shared many of the same opinions on music and movies, and you knew he’d always have your back if you needed him. That was the kind of thing you expected from a friend. When you threw in the curveball of also finding him wildly attractive, it was time to accept that he wasn’t just your best friend anymore. That combination of things placed him firmly in the crush category, only the term ‘crush’ didn’t really fit either. He was more than that.

Your shallow attraction to Connor and Nines faded over time, but only grew stronger for Sixty. You inwardly denied any hint that Feelings were involved. It was better that way. Friendship was clearly the only thing he wanted from you. And that was fine. It was.

In fact, the only one in your friendship group showing signs – extremely subtle signs, at that – of having a romantic interest was Connor. You weren’t surprised by that. He was as ruthless as Sixty and Nines, but had a softer side that the other two didn’t. You’d known it would only be a matter of time before someone saw it and snapped him up.

That wasn’t to say that Sixty and Nines couldn’t be soft, but they were very particular about when they showed it, and to whom. Connor, by contrast, was more widely friendly.

You knew it was also only a matter of time before Hank noticed and commented, and that occurred at the work winter party. The bullpen of the DPD had been transformed by cheap Christmas decorations and fairy lights, making the area look like the most clichéd idea of what an office party was like. A buffet table had been set up to one side, a makeshift bar next to it, and the usual terrible songs were playing. Fowler was somehow getting away with hiding in his office, perks of being chief, you guessed. The few officers that were still on duty were shut away in one of the conference rooms, and you felt kind of sorry for them. Crime didn’t stop just because the DPD was having a party.

You’d been chatting with Connor, Sixty, and Chris Miller before you’d excused yourself to use the bathroom. When you returned, Connor had moved and was talking to Hank, their backs to you as you approached. You didn’t mean to, but you unavoidably heard part of their conversation, since they were as far from the speakers as they could be.

“…seem like something’s different,” Hank was saying, attempting to be casual.

“I’m constantly trying to develop,” Connor sidestepped neatly.

“Yeah, but…” Hank trailed off with a huff. “Okay, I’m just gonna come out with it. I’m not gonna poke around in your business, but I…I just wanted to make sure that you didn’t still have feelings for you know who.”

“No,” Connor replied at once. “That ended quickly and it was a mutual decision. We’re better off as friends. I promise you, there’s no hurt feelings there on either side.”

With a jolt of surprise, you realised they were talking about you. The thing that was barely even a thing between you and Connor had ended months ago. Why was Hank bringing it up now?

“That’s good,” Hank said, although it was clear there was still something on his mind. “But you just seemed…like you might have feelings for someone. I just wanted to make sure you know that you can come to me for advice if you need to.”

“I know, Hank. Thank you. And…maybe I do, but it’s still new. It’s experimental for both of us, but we’re navigating it together.”

Your eyebrows rose in surprise. It didn’t sound like Connor’s person was a human. You didn’t know why that surprised you. Probably because all the people he’d expressed interest in so far had been.

“Well I’m glad you’re not lovesick,” Hank said.

“So am I,” Connor said with amusement. Then he sobered. “I’m not sure I can say the same about Sixty, though.”

Your eyes widened, then narrowed as you frowned. Sixty lovesick? Since when?

Before there was a chance of clarification from Connor, Nines approached, and Connor turned his head to look at him. Nines’ LED flickered, indicating that they were communicating silently, and the expression on his face was surprisingly soft. That was almost enough to sidetrack you, a whisper of suspicion flitting through your brain. But then Nines was walking past Hank and Connor, drawing level with you.

“You know eavesdropping is frowned upon?” he said, a tiny smirk on his lips.

“I…was just leaving the bathroom,” you defended lamely.

“Mm-hm,” he said sceptically.

You pulled a face at him, searching him for any signs of being in the bloom of a new relationship, but he was as stoic as ever. He’d always been less readable than Connor.

The man himself had turned to see what had caught Nines’ attention, putting an end to your eavesdropping anyway. You smiled at them both, heading back into the bullpen to investigate the buffet, your mind buzzing with the scraps of information you’d heard. You picked up a cupcake with a sugar snowflake on the top of it, feeling the need for something sweet.

You shoved Connor and Nines to the back of your head, focusing on what felt most pressing. Did Sixty really have unrequited feelings for someone? And if so, how did you not know about it?

You turned away from the table, and your eyes immediately met Sixty’s. He wasn’t too far away, chatting with Chris, but his attention seemed to be on you. It made your breath hitch.

Unless...

“Hi.”

The thought was interrupted before it could fully form, and you blinked at the vaguely familiar face that had just appeared in front of yours.

“Uh…hello.”

“Ryan,” he reminded you, although you couldn’t remember ever learning his name. “I work the night shift usually, so we don’t really cross paths.”

You nodded, managing a smile. You’d seen him around a few times.

“How’s things?” you asked politely.

“Great! Enjoying the party?”

“So far.”

“Good, good.” He paused, seeming a bit hesitant.

You couldn’t think of anything to say, and you glanced forlornly at the cupcake in your hand, figuring it would be rude to start eating it mid-conversation.

“Uh…okay, so I’m just gonna come out and say this,” he spoke up. “What’s the deal with you and Sixty?”

Oh, you wished you knew. But you gave the answer you always gave when faced with that question.

“We’re…” Fuck, why were you stumbling over the words now? “We’re…just friends.”

Ryan smiled at your answer. “Cool. In that case, I might ask you out sometime.”

You glanced at him in amusement. “Might? Kind of mysterious.”

He shrugged. “I have to be a bit mysterious so you think I’m interesting.”

You laughed despite yourself. He grinned and left you alone. At least he wasn’t pushy, you appreciated that.

You started taking your cupcake out of its case, only for Sixty to materialise at your side.

“Got another admirer?” he asked.

You scoffed at the word ‘another’. You had a lot going for you, but you weren’t exactly swarmed by interested people.

“Maybe.”

“Gavin’s drunk. He started asking me if androids have genitals, so I offered to show him in private. He ran off somewhere. I don’t know whether to be pleased or insulted.”

You laughed, and he smiled at you.

“Maybe he was hoping you’d follow him,” you pointed out.

Sixty shoved his hands in his pockets, and you discreetly admired him. He wore black slacks with a dark red shirt, his belt low on his hips. His sleeves were rolled up, and you saw that someone – probably not Gavin – had scrawled their phone number on his forearm. The sight filled you with an unwanted pang of jealousy.

“Ah, so you think his bigoted behaviour towards androids is because he secretly wants my cock down his throat?” Sixty said with his customary bluntness.

Usually you didn’t mind his bluntness, it made you laugh, but for some reason you felt a little flustered.

“Who knows how Gavin’s mind works,” you brushed off.

“I’m not 100% convinced that it does.”

You snorted, the tension a little broken. You finally found a moment to bite into the cupcake, giving yourself the hit of sweetness that you’d been craving. You got frosting on your nose, and Sixty shook his head, smiling as he took in the sight. You reached up to wipe it off, but he got there first, running a finger down your nose and scooping it off. He licked at the frosting before sucking it off his finger, and your whole body froze.

“There’s a fuckton of sugar in that,” he declared.

Normally you’d join in the banter, ask him if that was a technical term, but you couldn’t speak. His actions, your growing feelings, that hint of a possibility that had been placed in your mind inadvertently by Connor, all of it was rendering you speechless, unsure of what to do. You simply stared at him. He stared back, his LED briefly spinning yellow as he processed something.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked, mood much more serious than it had been.

You nodded. You weren’t exactly sure what was going on with you, but you suddenly had no desire to stay at the party. You needed to think.

The two of you headed for the exit, you depositing your half-eaten cupcake in the trash on the way. You and Sixty had left dozens of events together in the past, nobody thought anything of it, but this time felt subtly different in a way you couldn’t pinpoint. You could only put it down to your low level of anxiety at suddenly having unanswered questions.

You drove Sixty home, the same way you’d done countless times, except for the occasions when he’d been behind the wheel and you’d been drunk in the back. The silence in the car felt heavy, nowhere near as comfortable as it usually was. One thing you often appreciated about your friendship was the way you could be silent together. Sixty loved the sound of his own voice, but when you needed to concentrate on something, he’d shut up and let you work.

You parked up outside his apartment building, tensing a little when he invited you in. That, again, wasn’t an unusual situation, but for the first time you were wondering whether you should. He seemed to sense it, as he tacked on a quiet “Please” and said something about wanting to give you your Christmas present. You caved, driving around to park in his allocated spot.

In the quiet, familiar space that was his apartment, you managed a genuine smile when he handed you a box that looked like it had been wrapped by a five-year-old. You knew he had the capacity to be precise and accurate, as all androids did, but he’d chosen not to, and that amused you.

“Thank you,” you said sincerely. “I can’t wait to open it.”

He nodded, looking pleased. “Do you…want a drink or something?”

You shook your head. “I should get going.”

You hated this new tension, unsure where it had even come from. Unless it had always been there and you just hadn’t noticed.

“So…Ryan,” Sixty said.

You frowned. “What about him?”

“When you were talking to him, he asked about you and me.”

You shrugged awkwardly. “Well, we get asked that a lot.”

More times than you could count, people had mistaken you for a couple or asked if you were dating. You were kind of used to it now.

“Yeah, I know,” Sixty waved off, “but this time you hesitated.”

So he’d heard your stumble. You shrugged again, unsure what to say. You usually rattled out the answer no problem, but it had felt harder to say this time. Probably because you wished it wasn’t true.

Sixty’s gaze bore into yours, as if he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“I don’t want to be just friends anymore.”

The words floated between you, and you continued to stare, terrified for a moment that you’d heard them wrong.

“You…you don’t?” you stuttered.

“No. And I don’t think you do either.”

Your heart thudded in your chest as you shook your head. “No, I don’t.”

That was all he seemed to need to hear. His hand cupped the back of your neck, and he pulled you close to him, mouth meeting yours in an enthusiastic kiss. His tongue traced your lips, and you parted for him, letting him in. He groaned, and your fingers gripped his arms, anchoring yourself as he ravished your mouth. He was an incredible kisser, which surprised you a little, remembering Connor’s sweet but inexperienced technique. Sixty had explored a lot of things about himself in the early days of his deviancy, before the two of you had grown close. Clearly, he’d found things he liked doing and had done them often.

“I knew you'd taste fucking sweet,” he growled as you parted.

You hummed, dazed and euphoric. “I think that's more the cupcake than me.”

He chuckled, kissing you once more, lightly and chastely before he trailed his lips down your neck. “Nope,” he said, nipping playfully at your skin. “It’s definitely you.”

You laughed, gently pushing him away so you could catch your breath, trying to settle into everything you were feeling.

“Whose phone number is that?” you asked, nodding to his arm.

He glanced down, grimacing. “Janice from admin. She would not be stopped. It was…awkward.”

You smiled a little. Sixty deactivated the synthetic skin on that arm, then reactivated it. The numbers had vanished.

“Why didn’t you do that right away?”

“I was trying to be diplomatic.” He shrugged, grinning impishly. “And…maybe I wanted to make you jealous.”

You didn’t want to admit that it had worked. Just a little bit.

“Hmm,” you said. “Maybe I should have flirted with Ryan, in that case.”

Sixty pulled you close again, lips returning to your neck. “Go ahead. But I’m going to make sure that if you do, you won’t be able to think of anything but me,” he said against your pulse, making you shiver. “Unless you want to take things slow?” he added, pulling back a little.

“Absolutely not.”

You appreciated the thought, but you’d waited long enough.

You knew where his bedroom was, as you’d crashed there before, but you’d never walked to it together, hands linked as you led the way. It was pretty tidy, but for a blue-stained t-shirt on the floor by the bed.

“Shit,” Sixty hissed as you spotted it.

He picked it up and threw it in the laundry basket.

“Is that blood?” you asked, alarmed.

“Uh…no.”

Your eyes narrowed as you watched him shrug, a slight air of embarrassment in his demeanour. Then it clicked, and your cheeks flooded with heat and intrigue.

“What were you thinking about?” you asked.

He met your gaze, searching your face, perhaps to figure out how honest he could be.

“You, actually. About what you’d choose to wear to the party. About how your skin feels.” He traced his fingertips up your bare arms, stopping at your short sleeves before drifting back down. “About how you taste. About how many different ways I can make you cry out my name.”

You stared at him breathlessly, so ridiculously hot all of a sudden, you thought you might pass out. It was unacceptable how little he was touching you.

“I need you,” you whined, pressing closer and kissing him.

He responded eagerly, guiding you over to the bed until the backs of your legs hit it. He eased you back, refusing to break the kiss, and your hands roamed over his lean body. You palmed him through his slacks, making him groan and grind into your hand.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed pulling back abruptly. “I’ve imagined you doing that so many times.”

The admission made you smile.

He propped himself up on one hand, letting the other skim over your body. After fumbling with your clothing, his hand slid inside your underwear, fingers gliding through your folds.

“I can’t believe how wet you are already,” he said in awe.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too.”

His fingers found your clit, and you moaned. He toyed with it with expert precision until you were writhing beneath him, panting and desperate. His eyes remained on you the entire time, sharp as they took in the effect he was having on you. His hips never stopped grinding against your palm, and you felt him grow harder in your hand, just like any of your human partners.

He pulled away just as you were on the brink of orgasm, a smirk on his face at the look of disbelief and irritation you shot him. He began to remove his clothes, and you ineptly did the same. Then he sat on the bed, drawing you onto his lap, lips finding yours as you sank down onto him. He didn’t seem to want to stop kissing you, even when you began to roll your hips, your nerves on fire at how good he felt inside you. It was simultaneously sweet and hot, and your kisses got clumsier the faster and more urgently you moved.

When you finally came, you were so tightly pressed together, your forehead gently bumped his. Your cries were muffled by his mouth, and you felt the vibration of his groan under the hands that were splayed against his back. You took a moment to just breathe, grateful for his supportive body around and under you.

Sixty was staring at you, wearing the softest expression you’d ever seen him wear. You’d never even imagined he was capable of it, so used to his blunt words and cockiness and oddly-endearing arrogance.

“I love you,” he said quietly.

Your heart did a swoop in your chest, and you caressed his skin with your thumbs, clinging even tighter.

“I love you too.”

His face broke out in a relieved grin, and he kissed you again.

“What changed?” you asked, running your fingers through his blond hair.

“I was tired of hiding it,” he said simply. “And it seemed like you felt the same, although you were trying to pretend otherwise.”

“I thought it would be for the best, since I wasn’t sure how you felt. And then Connor said something about you being lovesick, and…”

“Connor has a big fucking mouth,” he growled, and you laughed.

“He didn’t know I could hear him. He won’t be surprised to learn about us.”

“True.”

“I guess I’m going to have to pretend to be surprised when he comes clean about him and Nines.”

Sixty’s eyes went comically wide. “What? And they both gave me shit for being secretive!”

You soothed him by running your nails gently against his scalp, trying not to laugh. “It worked out, though.”

His hands traced your back, the smile making its way back onto his face. “It did. I guess I can live with that.”

#my fics #Sixty #sixty x reader

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sspiderliliess · 7 months

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⟶ spider/lily - they - 20s ⟵

hi. i am an lgbt+, multicultural being that has vibes somewhere between human and nonexistent. my (inconsistent) posts consist of writing and artwork of whatever fandom i fall into at the time, and occasionally, i am open to requests. please do not engage with me if you are under 18.

✓‿other time periods, color palettes, music (aurora, oneheart, etc) ✕‿heavy gore, pop, uncensored stuff (porn bots 🖕)

dni‿under 18, fit basic criteria, easily triggered, support doxxing/witch-hunts

⟶ writing | about me

my writing themes are often emotional and are usually sfw and only suggestive. my x reader stuff is typically gender neutral, and the characters i write about are non-fictional; below are the fandoms/cores i usually write for. those that are starred are my most common.

red dead redemption ★ ★

detroit become human ★

baldurs gate three ★ ★

texas chainsaw massacre

medieval/royaltycore

dreamcore

southern-gothic ★

mystery, fantasy ★

⟶ trigger warnings | (18+)

some of the characters i write about can be problematic as everyone has their flaws - some more than others. below is a list of things found in my posts.

blood, moderate gore

moderate drug usage, alcohol

topics associated with any games above (abuse, misogyny, horror)

⟶ asks | more boundaries

if i ignore asks or dms i'm sorry. please give me a content warning for nsfw-related messages or i will probably block you. i might also reject a request if i feel i cannot do it justice or if it portrays an image i don't want to portray. i am typically comfortable writing any gender. here are the main characters i would write:

arthur morgan

john marston

javier escuella

sadie adler

karen jones

connor rk800

kara

rupert

ralph

astarion ancunin

lae'zel of k'llir

karlach cliffgate

johnny slaughter

sissy slaughter

maybe i’ll post something you’re into❤️‍🩹

#introduction #first post

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telleroftime · 2 years

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Requests are currently closed.

Oneshot Masterlist

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All information should be here, however if you are unsure about anything, please leave a comment, an ask, or a message so I can answer any questions.

The character and fandom lists will be updated depending on my motivation and what I feel comfortable writing at the time. Crossed out characters means I'm not taking requests for them at the moment. Pink fandoms and characters are the ones I'm currently writing for. These change often.

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Table of Contents

List of Fandoms

List of Characters

Polyamorous Parings

General Rules

About Angst

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List of Fandoms

Alice in Borderland (Netflix)

Call of Duty

Detroit : Become Human

FNAF : Security Breach

SCP Foundation

Super Mario

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List of Characters

Alice in Borderland (Netflix)

Chishiya Shuntarō

(Romantic / Platonic) /// (Fluff or Angst)

Call of Duty

Simon “Ghost” Riley