#Tease Denial Roulette

[alekthefox]

Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, Sunday NSFW headcanons (not just the basic stuff. Has shipping between all three in some parts)

Aventurine:

- He can match the music. Even two aspects of it (using hips+hand or both hands, he's practicing to do all three but it requires specific music too). Even as he's cumming he doesn't falter.

- Most people assume he's a bottom so it's sweet when he gets to top someone (he's a switch)

- Exceptional at edging others

- Nobody can survive him being a tease, merciless

- The gloves paired with a lot of lube sometimes

- Tongue piercing (to give more pleasure + "silver tongued" except his regular is actually gold/golden and he's got plenty of different ones. Such as one that looks like a pill on both ends of the bar.)

- Gun kink to the extreme (Loaded. Russian roulette. Maybe put in places it shouldn't be. He loves to hear the click of a blank.)

- Giving oral (or having fingers in his mouth, especially pressing down on his tongue) is his favourite because not only does he have an oral fixation but he's so damn good at it that nobody has kept their pride after

- Sometimes uses aphrodisiacs (with consent even if he's the only one taking it sometimes)

- Falls apart if someone is genuinely making love to him all sweet and gentle and tries to brat very hard because FEELINGS

- Loud. Obviously. Not just if he's putting up a show, he really is loud

- On a pool table

- Carries lube and condoms with him, if he's planning on it he also has flavoured ones

- Dirty talk, banter as foreplay (i call that "word play" kink)

- "Awh, come on. Play with me~"

- Massive ignore fetish

- He can and will buy any toy if he thinks his partner/s will enjoy it (with or without him) but only of the highest quality, even customs

Dr. Ratio:

- Loves skin contact (Cuddle fucking, mating press, prefers all being fully naked.)

- Loves receiving massages before/during/after/without sex (Oil is not a must but he enjoys it too.)

- Bottoms only if he fully trusts his partner/s because he completely loses all ability to think (Full on subspace, he cannot bottom AND dom.)

- Gun kink (Absolutely not loaded, he will check a million times before pointing it at someone.)

- Can and will find every single erogenous zone and sensitive spot

- Body worship

- No professor roleplay, he doesn't want to be in that mindset when actually with students (fears that it will Pavlov him).

- Would never fuck in Veritas Prime... but the IPC offices? Absolutely.

- Prefers beds or baths over any other location, he likes comfortability

- Mixes degradation with praise ("Such a beautiful mess." "You're a masterpiece I'd enjoy tearing apart." "Have you no shame? So pathetic, so pretty.")

- Very open to try kinks and researches them thoroughly beforehand to be safe and do it right/know what to expect. He could teach the subject.

- Loves to hold his partner at the ribs (facing each other), press slightly with his thumbs and trace one on each side (Something about health and weight.)

- Kisses one side of the neck while checking the pulse with two fingers on the other side

- Regularly will answer questions with just a smile as a warning before the action

- (when doming) likes orgasm denial/control followed by overstimulation, then many orgasms (Will absolutely drain his partner/s completely if allowed.)

- Begging (He insists others don't need to beg even if it turns him on.)

- With aftercare he'll go above and beyond and call it the bare minimum

Sunday:

- Mood lighting of the golden hour (Imaginary energy)

- Bondage (Imagary vines with or without thorns)

- His wings unfurl and spread when he cums, all three sets

- Will hold his breath to not make any sounds (WHYYYY?)

- Whimpers

- Thought fucking Aventurine's mouth was a good idea (read Aventurine's part)

- Pretends to be cold and unaffected but cannot keep that facade up for long EVER

- Hozier music

- His voice gets imbued with Harmony if he's losing his mind

- Fighting for dominance. He loves being knocked down a few pegs more than winning. Consider it slight, private humiliation.

- Masochist (maybe to a concerning degree)

- Clawing, grasping onto his partner/s for dear life

- Will bite his own wing or arm to keep quiet

- +if his partner/s cover his mouth with their hand he's gone gone

- Sensitive. Where? Everywhere. (Maybe because he's touch-starved)

- The only way to get him to be soft and sweet(in a dominant role) is to preen his wings (Based on behaviors of birds.)

- Prefers to submit, usually a bottom

Bonus: When Aventurine played that game with Ratio, the doctor secretly took out the only revolver bullet and was exceptionally menacing after the fifth click.

"You really want it? Are you truly that depraved? If you crave a bullet to bite down on while I fill you up, I will do so without a moment's hesitation."

Downright cruel. Aventurine came so hard for twenty-one seconds as soon as the sixth click was heard, the barrel in his mouth, and didn't even have the mind to be confused about it for a few full minutes.

[weswhoreland]

dad vibes

wes borland x (afab) reader explicit 456 words read on ao3 for anon

You’re not trying to have a baby.

That’s what you’ve been telling yourself, at least. Maybe that makes it a bit less scary, that little bit of denial. Because, really, the truth is you two haven’t been trying not to have a baby, either. The condoms have sat unused in the bedside drawer. You stopped taking your birth control. And every time he finishes inside you, you’re well aware that there’s a chance. A possibility. Risk.

It’s a bit like playing Russian Roulette, you think. And one of these days, Wes’s shot won’t miss.

When Wes pulls out, the sudden loss of him inside you is almost maddening. You know what he’s doing, though. Because Wes Borland isn’t as sly as he pretends to be. He’s watching himself drip out of you. He’s watching, and he’s thinking the exact same thing as you are.

“Careful, big guy,” you tease. “You’re gonna knock me up one of these days.”

Wes laughs at that. He's grinning, wide and wicked, and closes the gap between the two of you. He presses his lips against yours, kissing you long and hard. Your head swims a little. He always drives you a little wild when he's this close. When you can feel the tickle of his beard, smell the scent of his cologne. Not that it takes much to get you going these days, admittedly.

“Starting to think that’s what you want,” he teases.

And, yeah, it is. You can deny it all you want, but… well. You’re the one who asked Wes to stop using protection.

“Maybe a little,” you reply.

“Only a little?”

You roll your eyes.

Physically, you aren’t sure how you’ll feel when he inevitably knocks you up. Pregnancy sucks, you’ve heard. But there’s another part of you, something a little primal, that knows you’ll like it. The knowledge that it’s Wes’s, that he did this to you, that you’re carrying a baby just for him. It isn’t something you expected to be in to. But the more you think about it, and the more you daydream every time the two of you do this—

“Hey, now," you start. Because you've got to -- talk. Do something. Something other than think about how badly you want him inside you again. "I can just as easily tell you to start wrapping it again.”

Wes snorts at that. “Point taken.”

You won’t, though. You know good and damn well you won’t. Because Wes is right. You want this.

And when you wrap your leg around Wes's waist, when you see the way he looks at you, you know he knows it too.

"Go on, then," you smirk up at him. "Give me a baby."

Maybe this time, he finally will.

[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

❧ Dedicated Masterlist ❧

Written for Jurdannet Roulette hosted by @jurdannet and @jurdannetrevels

(LINKS COMING SOON!)

Summary ⇢ When Jude and Cardan find Dedicated–a mortal world sex shop full of lace and leather whimsies, and a treasure trove of erotic toys– they can't help but fall down the rabbit hole into a world of salacious delight.

Fic Rating ⇢ Explicit

TRACK 01

Want You In My Room // @hazelsheartsworn ⇢ teasing, solo & mutual masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, And There Was Only One Chair!

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TRACK 02

Feels Right // @figonas ⇢ light role play, blindfold usage, knife play, teasing, soft bondage

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TRACK 03

Everything He Needs // @lizziebxnnet ⇢ dom/sub undertones, light bondage, orgasm denial, overstimulation, cock ring

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TRACK 04

No Drug Like Me // @slightlyrebelliouswriter23 ⇢ shower sex, tail fetish, butt plug, semi-public/risk

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TRACK 05

Too Much // @laequiem ⇢ teasing, butt plug, pegging, anal sex

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❧Dedicated- Side B ❧

Summary ⇢ Dedicated Bonus Tracks

TRACK 01-

Party for One // @laequiem ⇢ Too Much continuation, male masturbation, overstimulation, crack fic

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TRACK 02-

No Drug Like Me (Part 2) // @slightlyrebelliouswriter23 ⇢ No Drug Like Me continuation, tail fetish, butt plug, outdoor sex, semi-public/risk sex, aphrodisiac, threesome

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TRACK 03-

The Sound // @hazelsheartsworn ⇢ reprise of Want You In My Room from Cardan's POV, teasing, solo & mutual masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, And There Was Only One Chair!

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[adxmparriish]

everything he needs - read on ao3 track 3 of DEDICATED - a jurdannet roulette collab fic with @hazelsheartsworn @figonas @slightlyrebelliouswriter23 @laequiem

SIDE A: TRACK ONE -> TRACK TWO -> TRACK FOUR -> TRACK FIVE SIDE B: TRACK ONE -> TRACK TWO -> TRACK THREE MASTERLIST

writer: lizziebxnnet words: 3.2k rating: explicit -> dom/sub undertones, light bondage, orgasm denial, overstimulation, cock ring

Instead of Faerie bowing to us both, I bow to her. I’m all too willing to oblige. All the anxiety I felt earlier, the rapid beating of my heart I so hated, is replaced by something else. Want, need, pleasure, pain… I am nothing but Jude’s. There is no more room in me for anything else. “Let’s play,” she says. Yes, my evil seductress, let’s play. I am your pawn.

tags and fic under the cut

I am edgy.

Anxiety rolls around inside me, a living monster with claws and fangs crawling beneath my skin.

It’s no secret that most days being High King brings me little joy. I’d much rather laze about, drink wine, kiss Jude until I’m senseless, or simply be. The duties, while not always unbearable, drive me over the edge more often than I’d like to admit.

As the moon rises and filters silver light into our chambers, I glance over to our bed. Jude, beautiful as ever, is draped over the sheets looking at me. There’s a glint in her deep brown eyes that scares and arouses me. Her grin is mischief reincarnated, and I stare back at her with intent. Adjusting the crown on my temples, I turn to face her completely.

“I think I’d rather be on the other end of your knife than deal with any of this,” I say.

“I’m inclined to agree,” she replies, flopping over to lay on her back. She still wears her silk nightgown, some flimsy black thing she purchased at the sex shop. The straps are barely there, and a low neckline leaves little to the imagination. It hardly covers the mocha skin of her thighs, although I can hardly complain. “How would you feel about… a little game?”

I raise a brow. “Should I be worried?”

“Of course not,” she says with a wink, rising from the bed and moving to the dresser. It does nothing to calm my anxieties.

She opens the first drawer, rifles through it, and then pulls out one of our new toys. In her other hand, she holds a remote. The skin of my face grows warm. She pads over and shows me what she has.

It’s a cock ring, but there’s a small attachment on the side of it. She flips a switch on it, then presses a button on the small black remote. Immediately, buzzing reaches my ears and the ring begins to vibrate. I reach out to touch it, feeling the vibrations under my fingertips. Jude looks up and when we meet gazes, I can feel her excitement thrumming through her.

The ravenous beast under my skin loosens its grip, and I find want growing in its place. Wanting her, wanting this, wanting to try something new. To be under Jude’s control would be the most wonderful of changes — a much-needed release from duties and being High King. I want to just be hers, to be Jude’s husband, her plaything. I smile at her, my beautifully wicked wife, and surrender to her.

Not bothering to wait for a second longer, she pops the buttons of my pants and yanks them down. I’m half hard already, the mere thought of what this day will bring exciting me. She sits our new toy on the floor beside her as she kneels in front of me. She scoots closer, then looks up to meet my eyes. I stare at her, transfixed by her beauty. Chestnut hair, long and lush, falls down past her shoulders. Her legs, so strong and powerful and covered in soft, tan skin, fold underneath her. Her hands, callused and sneaky, reach out and grip my cock. My breath hitches in my throat.

She strokes me lightly, teasing. I close my eyes and my head falls back, exposing my neck. When I feel the warm heat of her mouth on me, I gasp her name. Her plush lips swallow me down, her tongue tracing the line of a vein that runs down the shaft. I reach out to touch her, to twist her hair between my fingers, but she swats my hand away. She’s such a treacherous, wicked thing.

I feel a fire begin to burn in my belly, my release within reach, but as if she can read my mind, she stops. She pulls off with a pop, and I open my eyes to look down at her. She has the toy in one hand, my cock in the other. She strokes me a few times, then slides it over me, securing it at the base. The pressure is slight but still intense. She licks the tip, collecting a bit of come that has collected there. Damn the meetings, I think. Nothing is more important than this.

She presses a button on the remote, and I see white. The vibrations rattle through me, making me groan. Pleasure ripples in my blood, and then as soon as it begins, it stops. I don’t know if I’m relieved or aggravated. I glare at Jude, but she seems emotionless. I know better, though. I know she’s relishing in the game of her own creation.

She’s switched masks. She’s the same Jude, the same woman I love so dearly, but she is a different version. She’s always High Queen, but now she’s mine, and I am hers. Instead of Faerie bowing to us both, I bow to her. I’m all too willing to oblige. All the anxiety I felt earlier, the rapid beating of my heart I so hated, is replaced by something else. Want, need, pleasure, pain… I am nothing but Jude’s. There is no more room in me for anything else.

“Let’s play,” she says.

Yes, my evil seductress, let’s play. I am your pawn.

* * *

Sweat collects on my brow, and when the vibrations finally stop, I fear I might come purely from relief alone.

I look to Jude sitting beside me and notice the smallest of smiles playing at her lips. The Living Council is either clueless or pretending to be, and I’m not sure which is more ridiculous. I can feel the redness on my skin, and hear the panting breaths leaving my mouth. For more than an hour, I’ve sat in front of all of them and been brought to the brink of ecstasy more times than I can remember, only to be denied over and over again. I feel deranged, manic, unhinged. I want to come so badly that it is all I can think of. My hand longs to grab myself and rip off the wretched ring, but I don’t. I sit. I obey.

I know that, late into the night when Jude and I are in our chambers, I will be rewarded. It’s the only thing that keeps me grounded.

“I don’t think it’s wise to trifle with the Court of Teeth,” someone says, and I should know the voice but I don’t.

“High King? What do you suggest?” someone else questions me, and I turn my head to the sound.

As fleeting as a strike of lightning, the vibrations start again. I grip the table, knuckles going white, as sensations rock through me. My eyes are open but unseeing. I can hear nothing but blood rushing in my ears, the pounding of my pulse. I shiver as everything aches, my cock almost sore from being denied for so long. I think someone says my name, but I can’t respond. My normally sharp tongue denies me.

“Are you alright, darling?” Jude asks from next to me, her hand laying on my forearm, and I almost come undone. The mere touch of her fingers against my skin causes a cascade of feelings, all of which crash into me roughly.

The buzzing stops and I deflate, my breathing ragged and slow.

“I fear I am not, my Queen.” I look up and the entire table stares with looks of concern on their faces. My already warm face flushes darker, embarrassment flooding to the surface.

“Excuse us,” Jude says, gripping my arm and pulling me upright. “Cardan needs to lie down and rest.”

I can hear people bidding us farewell but I don’t look at them, don’t even acknowledge that they spoke. I am led forward by Jude’s firm grip and sure steps. All I know is her and my own desire that swims through my veins. We walk for what feels like hours but I’m sure is only minutes, and then we reach our chambers. When we’re inside, Jude makes quick work of my clothes, stripping me carefully. When my pants are off and thrown to the side, I look down.

My cock is bright red, almost angry. Jude’s hand grasps it and I choke on a moan, my hips bucking in her grip. She looks up at me in wonder.

“So good,” she says, stroking me twice before letting go. “My beautiful, obeying husband.”

I ache at her praise. She leads me to the bed and I fall on my back. Jude begins stripping her own clothes, but when she pulls off the belt holding up her trousers, she tosses it on the bed next to me. She climbs on, pushing my arms up to the headboard. Involuntarily, my hands grab the wooden bars.

Jude straddles me, her body completely naked now, and bends forward. If I tilt my head forward just a bit, I could capture a nipple in between my teeth. I don’t, though. In this game, I don’t touch unless Jude instructs me to do so.

“Remember our colors?” she asks, and I nod. It’d been the first thing we established when we uncovered this new world, this new game. Green for go, red for stop, yellow for let’s slow it down.

She takes the belt and wraps it around my hands, then the bars of the headboard, before fastening it and pulling it taut. I pull and nothing budges. Our eyes meet and the glimmer in hers captures me in a trance. She leans down and kisses me.

Her tongue traces my lip and I open to her immediately, letting her consume me. When she takes my bottom lip between her teeth, pulling gently, I melt into her touch. Her hands are in my hair, fingers tracing the sharp point of my ears. My tail thrashes, then wraps around her leg. The tuft on the end strokes her inner thigh, right below her core, and she gasps into my mouth. I breathe it in, bathe in it.

I cry out as the swell of her ass brushes against my cock, and it twitches, aching for release. Immediately she sits up, pulling away and denying me.

“Jude,” I beg, pulling at the belt that holds my wrists.

“What?”

“Take this damned ring off,” I demand. Her brows raise, and I know at once I’ve made a grave mistake.

Her strong, threatening hand grabs my throat and squeezes, just hard enough to catch my breath. My eyes widen, my arousal grows even more, and my hips undulate. I fight for some kind of release, some relief of the pressure and pain growing, and find nothing. The lack of oxygen makes my head spin, but I force my eyes to stay open.

Jude leans down, her lips brushing against my ear. “You, my dearest Cardan, are not in charge.”

She eases on my throat, releasing me. She traces the line of my jaw with her fingernail, slowly and carefully. I can’t tear my gaze away from her, not that I would want to. In her element, she is ethereal. I shrink under the power she holds in the palm of her hands.

“You want to come?” she asks. It feels like a trick question, but I nod regardless. She shakes her head, disapproving.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, my Queen,” I say.

“That,” she declares, “is too bad.”

Despite her words to me, she turns and reaches down, removing the ring. I groan at the small release. She shimmies back so her sex looms over me, and I lick my lips. She is dripping, heat radiating from it. Any other time, I’d lean forward and taste her, my tongue dipping between the folds. Instead, I wait, my cock practically pulsing as it aches between my legs.

The warmth of her mouth engulfs me and I groan, her name a curse on my tongue. My hands yank at the belt holding them, the leather digging into my skin. I feel crazed, so much pleasure and pain swimming together and making me drown. I can’t focus on anything except her mouth, her tongue, the slick of her core tantalizing as it hovers over my face.

She hums as one hand roams, pinching the skin of my thigh, and tears prick at my eyes. A shock runs through my system and it takes everything I have not to release into her mouth. I am dizzy with desire.

“Baby,” Jude murmurs against my cock, her tongue licking a long stripe, “taste me.”

Like a starving man at a feast, I don’t waste a single second.

I lick at her, tasting every sweet inch of her. It distracts me from the wicked ways of her mouth in the most pleasing way. She moans at my ministrations, her hips bucking when I catch her clit between my teeth lightly. I devour her, unable to satisfy the hunger growing inside me. She is a long drink of water after a hot day, and I am parched.

Every inch of me burns for her, and I feel my orgasm building in my spine again. I moan into her center as it climbs, higher and faster and stronger.

“Jude,” I plead, “I’m going to come.”

Her wet mouth moves away from me, and my eyes sting as I’m denied again, my climax crashing to a halt. Every part of me hurts, longing to release. I feel like a bow, stretched taut and thin. Tears leak from my eyes and through the mist, I can see Jude’s face hovering over me. I blink the wetness away, and her hands brush the tears from my cheeks.

“You’re doing so well,” she murmurs, kissing my face. I almost forget about my throbbing cock through the haze of her words, but it’s still there.

Jude places her hands on my chest and then lowers herself, her sex wrapping around me as she moves down. I whimper at the feel of her, so warm and tight and lovely. Her mouth hangs open at the sensation, and her eyelids flutter closed. Again, I am struck by her beauty. She is radiant as sweat curls the hair by her face, drips down her neck, and pools in the swell of her breasts. I long to reach up, to cup one in my palms, but the damned belt still holds my wrists. She opens her eyes when she’s fully seated.

She wastes no time. She bounces in earnest, taking me under her power even more than I already am. I buck my hips to meet hers. The sound of our skin slaps together, and it makes the sweetest song. She leans forward, changing the angle so I go deeper, and my eyes roll in the back of my head. Pleasure like I’ve never known rolls through me like a wave, and I make an embarrassing noise in the back of my throat. My mind is nothing but Jude, Jude, Jude, Jude. It recants through my brain like an enchantment.

“Jude please — “ I begin, but a moan cuts me off when she rolls her hips.

“Not yet,” she replies to me, already knowing my request. I slam my head back against the bed, jerking my wrists against the belt tying me down. I want to come so badly it blinds me, makes me crazy. I whine and Jude looks at me.

“Color, Cardan.”

“Green,” I say immediately, sure as ever. She denies me but I relish it. I will come with her permission or not at all.

She smiles at me, and I glow under her approval. I am nothing if not her servant.

“Harder,” she commands.

I plant my feet against the mattress and bend my hips, pounding into Jude with reckless abandon. She forgets herself, crying out and gripping my ribs. Her nails dig into my skin. She closes her eyes as I meet her, over and over, the slapping of our skin ringing through our room, although I can hardly hear it over the pounding of my heart.

“Cardan,” she shouts, throwing her head back, “Gods, you feel so good.”

“Fuck,” I chant, slowing down and fucking her slower, deeper, hammering into her so hard that it jolts her.

Finally, a sweet release comes as she fiddles with the belt, untying my hands. I immediately have one hand on her hip, the other at her clit. My thumb circles and flicks it, making her groan loudly. Her hips falter as her own release threatens to overcome her. If I can’t come, I’ll be sure she does.

I can tell she’s close. Her breaths are short, her eyes are closed, and her legs shake. I grip her hips and flip us over. I pull her close, letting her legs dangle over my shoulders, and take her roughly. I pick up the pace, grab her by the back of the neck and kiss her hungrily. It’s clashing tongues and teeth, but it drives me wild regardless. Her warm breaths tickle my lips as she pants, completely overwhelmed. I circle her clit with two fingers, and a throaty sound rips from her throat.

“Come for me Cardan,” she demands, meeting my thrusts with her own.

In an instant, my body responds to her command, and like a wave crashing on the shore, I come. My vision goes black, then I see stars. It’s blissful pain as it rocks through me and leaves me breathless, every inch of me completely spent. Jude, delirious all the same, follows me. Her hands grip my back, nails digging into my skin as she unravels. We moan into each other’s mouths, kissing until we’re dizzy with it. I fuck her through the aftershocks of our orgasms, then collapse against her.

I clutch her, desperate for her closeness. She returns the grip, pulling me into her chest. I nose her neck, leaving wet kisses down her pulse. She hums happily as I cradle her in my arms. She rubs my back gently, and when I roll us so my back hits the mattress, she lays her head on my chest.

When I push her damp hair from her forehead, she grabs my wrist. It’s red, lines from the belt creasing the skin. She kisses it, then grabs my other wrist and does the same. My heart, so often cold and hard, is warm. I touch her face, my thumb brushing the soft skin of her cheek. She smiles at me, and I can’t help but smile back.

“Your games are evil,” I say to her, making her smile wider. “Although I should have known. You’ve never been an innocent one.”

She laughs. “Neither have you.”

“I cannot argue with that.”

My fingers play in her hair, brush against her skin, and trace the round curve of her ear. Moonlight filters through our curtains and casts shadows across her face. We are both exhausted but I kiss her anyway, slow and sweet. She melts into it, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I love her, devastatingly so. Not telling her seems criminal.

“I love you, darling Jude.”

Her lips meet my jaw, and she kisses me there.

“I love you too,” she says.

As always, I wonder how I got so lucky to win her affections. When her fingers graze my neck, touching my pulse point, I realize for the first time, I don’t much care how we got here. What truly matters is that we are in this moment, basking in the love we’ve built. Whether I’m lucky or blessed, or somewhere in the middle — all of it fades to black in the warmth of Jude’s embrace.

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[detroitadoptconnor]

Detroit: Become Human story prompts / ideas (1-25) pt. 1

These are prompts that came from me. I wrote them before I saw anything else. The only thing I want out of this is that if you ever end up using these prompts publicly, please credit me.

1

Detroit: After Story. The deviants have peacefully gained their freedom. The humans slowly accepted their new form of intelligent life. It was all going good until a group of anti-androids have captured Alice in Canada. After days of searching, Alice was last seen in the outskirts of Detroit. The trio meet up and form a plan to save Alice and stop the humans.

2

Blue blood. The most obvious sign to point out the difference between the humans and the androids. It has been a year after everything has happened. So, purple blood rose to the surface and Connor and Hank went to investigate what exactly has happened and where the purple blood belonged to.

3

RK900’s life. Markus has ended the revolution on a peaceful note. Two months after the events, he came across a blue-eyed Connor. Realizing this wasn’t Connor at all, Markus goes to Hank and Connor and questions who the android is and why it won’t leave his side.

4

Simon’s Return. Sure, Markus was relieved that Simon came back in one piece and is alive but Simon isn’t the same. Markus observed that Simon has been avoiding him unless absolutely necessary. Did Markus do anything wrong?

5

Runaway Cole. Instead of him passing away, he “ran away” and was not seen for the next 10 years and presumed dead. Connor, who was currently standing in front of Cole’s supposed grave gets a shock as he was confronted by the now 16-year old Cole.

6

Russian Roulette. A game of luck and desperation. Ralph picked up a revolver from another abandoned house. As his deviancy and stress level turned up a whole lot, he realized his loneliness. With no one to turn to, he decides to play.

7

Connor, now a deviant, is currently homeless. With Cyberlife shutting down the part of their place where Connor usually stayed, he has nowhere to go. A few quick searches and scans and he suddenly appears at Hank’s doorstep.

8

North had been using Markus all along. After the revolution peacefully ended, she decided enough was enough since she would never get what she wanted: revenge. She confesses everything to Markus and leaves, interlocking hands with a Traci. Markus is devastated and guarded his heart with a huge wall. Simon watched everything from the sidelines, hesitating whether to step in to help Markus trust again.

9

Connor RK800 meets the only other model of his series: Markus RK200. They’re both prototypes with them solely owning their models. They have no other copies so when they see Connor’s RK900 version and a Markus RK900, they were confused as to where they came from. Both of them find Kamski laughing his a— off as they approach his humble abode.

10

Curses and a bet. The Detroit Police made a bet on who could make Connor curse first. Hank was very confident and tried ways to make him scream a bad word.

11

Daniel was given another chance at life. Waking up to Detroit where deviancy was suddenly accepted, he was confused. Who gave him his life back and what had happened when he was gone?

12

Connor asks Kamski to build more RK series androids in order to help the police force. Kamski accepted and a few months later, the office were full of Connors. This was not what Connor had in mind.

13

Luther meets Connor for the very first time. From what he had heard from Kara, he was the android who tried to capture them on the highway. Connor greets with a ‘hello’ and Luther greeted back with a fist to Connor’s face.

14

Hank’s pride. It was very difficult to get a reaction from Hank except if it was anger and sarcasm. Connor made it his mission to make Hank admit they are friends and maybe something more.

15

The Eden Club was closed down after the revolution and all the Traci’s are released. One of them ended up wanting to stay in Hank’s home. Hank can’t seem to get mad at the Traci and tried to calmly make her go away. And at that same home, we have a very jealous Connor who doesn’t even know he’s feeling it.

16

Connor’s horrible alcohol tolerance. Not long after the acceptance of androids, the market rose up to making a whole new set of materials and even drinks that androids may consume. Android alcohol cannot be handled very well by them right now. So when Connor, being his usual self was analyzing a strange liquid on the floor during his investigation with Hank, halfway through, he gets “drunk” and they were dismissed for the rest of the day. Hank ends up with a very wobbly and clumsy drunk Connor and tries to survive the day.

17

A year after the events of Detroit with androids, Connor is living with Hank. Connor decides to get another dog without Hank’s permission. Boosted up by Connor’s excitement when he was “ordering” dogs through his mind palace, he accidentally ordered 10 of them. As Hank entered, he was greeted with Sumo, Connor, and ten of the smallest dogs he had ever encountered.

18

Simon struggles with his feelings for Markus. Especially since North is seeming to win him over. One night, Markus walks in on Simon crying his heart out.

19

Connor’s LED. After a chase with a human murderer, Connor’s LED was hit and it had to be removed. Now Hank can’t seem to see what the android is feeling. No more yellows, reds and blues.

20

Markus’ Sacrifice, Simon’s PTSD. Simon kept having flashbacks from the day when Markus decided to put himself in flames to show their determination to the humans. Except in that flashback, it didn’t end up with Markus dying. Simon saved Markus by pushing Markus away and towards the armed humans. Everything was recorded and was shown to millions of people. Highlights show that the leader of the deviants was stopped by another deviant and was held down on the ground with a tight embrace. Simon screaming stop to the humans while he held an unconscious Markus. Months passed, he and Markus live together in a small peaceful home that was a few houses away from Hank and Connor’s. Simon struggled with the flashbacks as Markus kept reassuring him he will always be with him.

21

Connor Anderson. The duo were undercover when their suspect asked them who he was. He shocked both of them as he answered with Hank’s last name. That specific detail were leaked into the Detroit Police and everytime they would arrive by the office, they were teased as Detroit’s Power Husbands. Connor seemingly not affected while Hank waved everyone off with denial.

22

Hank accepts androids as living beings but despises the idea of falling in love and getting together with androids. He shows his disgust with the foulest of ways and in front of Connor, whom in secret, is holding unrequited love for his Lieutenant.

23

Markus roams Jericho when he found Simon at the edge of the metal plank. As Simon turns around and looks like he’d been crying, Markus does his best to get him out of there and prevent him from jumping.

24

Hank overhears a conversation between Gavin and Connor who apparently became friends months after the revolution ended. Hank overheard that Connor seems to like someone but can never tell that person. They also turn out to be human. Hank being the densest person ever, he assumes Connor was talking about Gavin but cannot bring himself to tell Gavin himself so Hank tries to play matchmaker when he’s been doing everything wrong.

25

Detroit never seems to run out of people being against androids. Now, they’re protesting against android/human relationships. Connor didn’t give a single care about that protest until he started to feel something for Lieutenant Hank. Hank seems to even be pro to the protest and laughs about it in the Police Office. Everyone else in the Office can see Connor’s love for the Lieutenant but Hank himself cannot. With the help of Gavin and other officers, they push Hank towards a realization and towards Connor, also quite literally.

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