#bryan dechart fic

[starryeyedstray]

my thoughts on dbh as someone entering the fandom in 2024

so just got into the dbh fandom like in aug 2024. i have watched too much gameplay, read the wiki extensively, read an obscene amount of fanfics on ao3, and am in the process of writing my own. here are some of my thoughts (that no one has asked for):

every fanfic writer who started in 2018 and is still updating their works in 2024 are literal saints and some of the best damn writers i ever did saw and the dedication is fucking unreal. one fic had almost 2 million words??????? like BRUH. some are still ongoing and updated this year?? the dbh fandom in ao3 is not thriving as much as it was in 2018 (i say this purely as someone who's looking at the hits/kudos/comment ratios on older v. new works) but they are still alive!!!!

i am puzzled with the obsession with gavin reed. there are like a million fics that feature him and rk900. i am confused bc he did not seem like a redeeming character at all in my opinion and idk, i think he's just an asshole. i like the redemption arcs some ppl write for him but i just can't with him. i mean you ship who you wanna ship but i am not a reed fan and i am confused how he became so popular when all he did was bully our poor boi connor.

i personally don't ship hank x connor bc they give strong father-son vibes in the canon. however, i am obsessed with how jolli_bean writes the pairing on ao3 since its usually a canon divergence or an AU so the pair meet later in life. there are some fics that follow the canon and do a pretty good job with the pairing, but i just tend to keep it familial between them in my head. (but like i said, ship who you want to ship)

i am glad there's a vague consensus that we all wished alice stayed a human bc i feel like that lends itself to a more interesting narrative post-game. tho i guess her being an android is fine bc now kara, luthor, and alice can live as one happy family in canada forvever lol

i am literally obsessed with bryan dechart's acting as connor. like if you haven't seen him play connor in real life for the interactive #detroit2038 premiere event, then you gotta watch some of the live stream. like he doesn't break character the whole time and his physicality just screams connor and i just really appreciate how much effort he put in as an actor to really embody the character. just so impressive and i wish there was more bts of him acting as connor bc its just so nuanced and ugh *chef's kiss* if they ever made a live action dbh it would be impossible for anyone else to play connor

i love the 28 stab wounds meme. when i watched that scene for the first time it was so jarring lmao

i also love how everyone is like yes, we all know connor likes dogs but he also likes fish bc of that one fish you can save in the very first minute of gameplay hahahah. (his name is dewey and it is vitally important you save him). i also appreciate how the "i like dogs" line will undoubtedly find it's way into every fic possible lol

i think the love for simon is very good and well and amazing but i think josh deserves more love in fics too

it bothers me that when north tells markus "i love you" at the church, MARKUS DOESN'T SAY IT BACK??? LIKE BITCH SAY YOU LOVE HER BACK DAMMIT DON'T JUST WALK AWAY

i love how the fandom just latched onto rk900 and rk800-60 and fleshed out their personalities and i love reading ppl's interpretation of these characters and how they incorporate them into their stories. it's funny they only show up like one time and ppl just ran with it and it's so fun and creative and i love it.

i love the hc that chloe deviated when connor chose not to shoot her. that's the best hc. like it's canon in my heart idc

bless all the fic writers who have mastered the art of explaining how androids mind and bodies work bc there are so many gaps and possibilities left open in the lore and it's incredible to see what ppl come up with or interpret based off the canon. (i still feel 50/50 about when they make deviants feel pain cause like androids not feeling pain is such a big part of the canon and yeah i'll give it a pass if the fic does it for the whumps and the angst but i prefer when a fic finds a canon-compliant reason for deviants to feel pain, even if its just like they got a chip or software installed that makes them feel pain or something)

every pairing that i find in this fandom, i tend to be like... "yeah i can see that." (with the exception of hank x connor for reasons i stated in #3). i'm still like ehhh on reed900 or even gavin x connor bc i just don't think it makes sense in the canon but if it's written well i just shrug and say yeah i guess i could see that. some rarepairs i ended up absolutely adoring were chloe x north and rk900 x north (i realize they're both north but she has such good potential for character dynamics)

idk if it's just me bc i specifically look for fics centered around connor, but i feel like there's not a lot of love for kara at least fic-wise. ig it's cause she kinda just leaves so it's easy to not include her. tbh, i am quite well-versed in markus' and connor's stories but i haven't really explored a lot of kara's. i plan on playing dbh with my partner when i see them again in a couple months and i wanted us to take turn playing different characters and i wanted to play kara's storyline so i've been avoiding it for the most part so i can be surprised with my options. plus, in my wip fic, kara is in canada so she's not really relevant to my story which is why i have in depth knowledge about markus and connor and less on kara.

the music in this game fucking SLAPS. 10/10 kara's theme makes me wanna cry.

okay, there is a common trope in the dbh fanfics where connor loses his memory and that shit gets me everytime. i'm always bawling and anxiously waiting for him to fucking REMEMBER and i hate and love it and eat it up every. single. time. usually, the memory loss happens early in the fic and it's pretty expected but sometimes i get blindsided and i'm like FUCK not this shit again but i can't stop reading it and the angst is so palpable.

i think it's so interesting how ra9 is just like this mystery in the lore that never gets entirely explained in the game. it's like something you can totally kinda ignore but it does have interesting lore implications if you decide to really think about it.

i adore all the characters in dbh equally except for connor who is the certified best boi and my absolute favorite (no one is shocked by this declaration). and the characters on my shit list are zlatko, todd, and sometimes reed.

this is an obnoxiously long post and i apologies. i haven't been on tumblr in years and i just had so many thoughts about dbh and i have no friends to talk to so i decided to dump it all here. i still have more thoughts but those are the ones that come to the forefront of my mind.

tldr: i love dbh and its fandom and i have many specific thoughts about it and you should just really read my post if you care about any of it

[andthekitchensinkao3]

Bits and Bobs, or the whole g-dabnit list of assorted fanfics by Yours Truly

Okay. Here goes.

A masterlist of all my fics? Here ya go!

Sorted by fandom, in alphabetical order. Whether it’s finished or a WiP will be pretty self-evident in the list, which will be updated as I go.

Baldur’s Gate (1)

A Promise Kept (13/13) also known as the BG3 fairytale mashup with Loki the TV series no one asked for.

A Lokius Fantasy Romance set in the BG3 universe, with all the fairytale tropes you can shake a stick at.

When Loki, youngest son of Odin Fraxinus of the Elder Tree, happens upon a charming former Paladin in Baldur’s Gate’s central market, his life is irrevocably changed. He hopes he’s finally found someone who’ll see him for who he truly is, and love him, body, mind and heart.

Unbeknownst to him, former Paladin Mobius not only has a troubled past, but an agenda of his own. Sent to spy on the Elder Trees’ host, Dyllard Portyr, for the tenday, Mobius is tasked to find out if he knows anything about Duke Ravengard’s disappearance. Or, if Odin does.

For, it is said, Odin once made a pact with a devil. A pact no one can discern the extent of, nor its ramifications in the present day.

But one thing is for certain: a promise kept is a promise fulfilled.

I’m posting this in a Series format on AO3, don’t ask me why.

Prologue (1/1)

Act 1: Love's Beginning (2/2)

Act 2: For Love or Duty (1/?)

Act 3: Love’s End (?/?)

Act 4: A Promise Fulfilled (?/?)

No, but literally. For every chapter I posted, it got fewer hits, likes and comments. It's now back as a multi-chaptered fic. Sigh.

Detroit: Become Human (26) (predominantly Hank/Connor RK800, but some Simon/Markus too)

Note: there’s 26 flippin’ fanfics in this category. I’m gonna add them over the weekend. In the meantime, click the fandom link to go to all of them. Below are a few of my own, personal favourites. If I can toot my own horn for a bit.

Metamorph (18/18) - my first ever DBH fic! HankCon, obviously. 137k, I kid you not. After a peaceful Android Revolution, Hank and Connor both try to navigate this new world they’re living in.

Silent Treatment (17/17) - in which the entire game plot is turned into a near-future sci-fi thriller. Go me!

The Knight and the Fool - fairytale mashup time! In which Hank is an old knight who goes to prove himself in a tourney, hoping to keep his farm running.

How to Create a Monster (10/10) - undercover high stakes, badass Connor, separate timelines and POVs.

Being Alive (19/19 ) - so I basically rewrote the whole HankCon third of the game, in a Reverse AU where Human!Cop Connor doesn’t smoke, is not a Gavin Reed knockoff, or “Hank” as played by Bryan Dechart instead of Clancy Brown.

Only You - A what-if spin and continuation on Being Alive, if that fic hadn’t had a happy ending.

Great Pretenders (1/1) - undercover shenanigans meet fake dating/fake relationship! Two of my fave tropes combined!

The Witch and the Werewolf - my prompt fill for a Halloween event. What it says on the tin, really. HankCon reimagined as a historical thriller with Sleepy Hollow vibes. And magic.

Spa Day (5/5) - Porn with Feels, in which Connor lovingly doms the heck outta Hank.

Loki (TV) (7-ish) (Loki/Mobius M. Mobius)

50 Years (1/1)

Between an ancient deity and an analyst with a heart of gold, 50 years isn’t nearly enough. It’s nothing. But it’s also more than long enough. And Loki has an idea for their fiftieth anniversary as lovers.

A Promise Kept - (a fairytale in four acts)  A Lokius Fantasy Romance set in the BG3 universe, with all the fairytale tropes you can shake a stick at.

When Loki, youngest son of Odin Fraxinus of the Elder Tree, happens upon a charming former Paladin in Baldur’s Gate’s central market, his life is irrevocably changed. He hopes he’s finally found someone who’ll see him for who he truly is, and love him, body, mind and heart.

Unbeknownst to him, former Paladin Mobius not only has a troubled past, but an agenda of his own. Sent to spy on the Elder Trees’ host, Dyllard Portyr, for the tenday, Mobius is tasked to find out if he knows anything about Duke Ravengard’s disappearance. Or, if Odin does.

For, it is said, Odin once made a pact with a devil. A pact no one can discern the extent of, nor its ramifications in the present day.

But one thing is for certain: a promise kept is a promise fulfilled.

Loose Ends (6/?)

After the events of Tapestry of Time, Loki has his mind set on going back to Asgard. On his timeline, his branch, to either face the consequences of his actions, or discern Odin's role in everything that led up to his encounter with the Chitauri, and the assault on Manhattan.

Sledgehammer (2/2)

When an anonymous user sends an amateur porn clip to Loki’s TemPad, he doesn’t know what to think. Who sent it to him? Why? But he’s charmed by the easy swagger of a young Don leading the way into his bedroom, drawn in by his confident, laidback sex appeal.

But the longer he watches, the more difficult it is to stop. And once he’s watched the contents of the sex tape, there’s no turning back.

Question is how to keep going forward without inadvertently ruining his friendship with Mobius.

Tapestry of Time (10/10)

After the season finale, the TVA gang is left in a state of shock. None moreso than Mobius, who finds a note tucked into his breast pocket.

It says "I love you. Forgive me."

It changes everything, and sends Mobius on a quest to get Loki back, without dishonoring his sacrifice.

Turns out that's easier said than done.

Variations on the Theme of Us (2/?) - set in the same ‘universe’ as Sledgehammer, but after the events of that fic.

When Loki wants to do something nice for Mobius whether or not they have an actual anniversary coming up, he sneaks off to the Sacred Timeline on a whim.

Unbeknownst to him, the adult toy store he walks into is manned by none other than the Don of his combined wet dreams and nightmares. And Don? Spells all kinds of trouble.

Void (1/1)

Post-S2 finale, Mobius hacks his TemPad to recreate one of his own memories, and uses the time loop chamber thingie to relive it. Over. And over. And over again.

Person of Interest (1) (Reese/Finch)

How Not to Say I Love You (1/1)

When Reese and Finch go undercover to help a Number at a couples therapy weekend retreat, not everything is as it seems, and John has to navigate his own emotions while posing as someone whose situation hits too close to home.

[aydaptic]

How do you think canon Nines is different from fanon Nines? Do we know enough about canon Nines?

Fanon Niner is 9/10 times just Con with a different name slapped on, an author self-insert, and/or Gary Stu.

Added for context: You almost only get more accurate depictions of Niner when the author heavily mischaracterizes others in the process. For example... in a fic with an "intimidating" Niner, Gavin Reed is OOC 9/10 times as he's fanon-depicted as a submissive, blushing teenage girl.

Quantic Dream, as mentioned before, has confirmed that Niner's canon personality is nothing like this. This is the source.

(Timestamp) 00:54:36

"Imagine if Bryan Dechart was a bad guy. That's RK900. Imagine if Bryan Dechart wasn't super likable and sweet." | "Suddenly on set you tell him [Bryan] to be scary... but that's a good actor, isn't it? You say be a scary and intimidating figure and you just... his posture changed... the way he held his head changed and maybe that's the secret of that character's popularity." - Adam Williams

Paraphrasing, that means: "a bad guy" as well as "not likable, not sweet, but intimidating and scary."

There's nothing even remotely scary and intimidating about Con. He's an awkward doormat most of the time. Being awkward and/or a doormat takes away the intimidation factor immediately. So Niner being depicted as 'a doormat' is an oxymoron.

Before anyone tries to argue that Con "isn't a doormat..." say that with a straight face whilst remembering

Gav punched him in the thirium pump regulator (...and Con did nothing)

Gav shoulder-decked him (...and Con did nothing)

Hank slapped him across the face (...and Con did nothing)

Hank shot him (...and Con did nothing)

any of the times Hank verbally berated him (...and Con did nothing)

or any of the times Hank grabbed Con's collar (...and Con did nothing)

Con literally only stands up for himself when someone is a threat to his mission like the archive room and on the roof. That's it. Whether he's a doormat by choice or not is completely irrelevant.

Niner deserves his own canon personality respected -- as does any character -- and that's why I'm so vocal about this. My main reason for getting into writing my own fanfiction was that most ppl didn't respect the source material/canon characterizations.

[pickledpascal]

You're Not Alone in This World Masterlist

Connor x Andrea Cartier

Bryan Dechart Masterlist

Fic on AO3

× GODDESS AU ×

Summary: Detroit six months post-revolution is starting to get back to normal.

Except for the major rise in anti-android violence taking place across the city.

After being locked out of the country for those six months, Andrea Cartier is back in her position as Lieutenant to hopefully make a dent in the anti-android case. But something about her tells Connor there's more to her than what meets the eye. Perhaps he just has a crush on her like Hank keeps telling him. But he's convinced it's something else.

After all, is he really convinced there isn't another highly intelligent race that walks among the Earth and looks human?

General Warnings: android gore, swearing, moral dilemmas, not accurate ancient Greek mythology, a bit of a blood kink, existentialism, talks about death, and a bit of innuendo.

ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX. SEVEN. EIGHT. NINE. TEN. ELEVEN. TWELVE.

[radiosummons]

Being a fan of Hank and Connor is kinda funny/weird to me when I happen to also not like the game they come from.

I love the dynamic of a jaded human detective slowly coming to accept and love his enthusiastic robot son. I'll read countless fics, reblog and save multiple fan art, revisit old fan comics (some of which are still ongoing), rewatch interviews of Clancy Brown and Bryan DeChart talk about their characters, revisit DBH playthroughs and compilations of just Hank and Connor, etc.

But I will never play DBH. Nor do I enjoy the actual game/rest of the story unless it's those specific moments with Hank and Connor. And that's what is so weird to me. Every fandom experience I've had before has been me diving completely into a piece of media, fully invested in the world and the other characters. Most of the time I'll become invested in the behind the scenes aspects in regards to the creators/artists/writers/etc. I'll take time out of my day to watch countless interviews and even visit the fandom wiki multiple times just to see if there's something new I've missed. But with DBH, I just stay at surface level. And that's ... odd.

And absolutely no hate to the people that do like DBH or the other characters for that matter. I personally just haven't had an experience with any other piece of media where I've felt this way before.

Specifically, the level of adoration I have for just two characters and literally nothing else about the world they live in or the other characters they come across. To me, that's weird.

Update: Decided to go back and clarify some things. I genuinely mean no harm to those who like DBH and I have no intention of bringing up old discussions of the game. I was honestly just trying to express my personal feelings in regard to my fandom experiences and why I found it interesting/strange that my relationship with DBH is so different.

[stardew-atlantis]

Can I just say that I absolutely LOVE your oc's? And can I ask for some fun facts abt them?👀🤌

YES, YOU ABSOLUTELY CAN 🥺omg I love talking about my OC's

(Idk which ones you wanted facts from but I'm gonna do all of them because why not)

SJ:

while it's not explicitly written into the fic, SJ is actually demi-romantic as well as asexual. It's why she took so long to realize she wanted to be more than friends with Harvey, they needed to develop that bond and trust first before she was able to see him as a romantic option.

SJ teaches Harvey to play Minecraft. They have their own server together. (Harvey mostly builds things and takes care of animals while SJ mines and fights the monsters for him)

SJ knows how to play piano. (Zephyr wanted them to get along better, so he got Elliott to teach SJ piano as a way for them to spend time together)

SJ got her name from that kid in The Blind Side because I thought the name SJ sounded cool XD

My face claim for her is Marisha Ray (with glasses)

Zephyr:

I've probably said this before but I literally can't find the post on my own blog so I'm gonna say it again. Zephyr was actually based on a DnD character I made for a campaign that never got started. It was a cyberpunk themed campaign, so that's why his last name is V, and he was a cybernetically enhanced human/wizard. Which is ironic, because he's basically my only fully-human OC 😅

Zephyr got his name from fantasynamegenerator.com because I wanted a cool robot name. To explain it in stardew, I headcanon that his mom wanted a "Unique" name for her son so she named him Zephyr. (Also since people have asked me this, it's pronounced 'Zeff-er' in case you were wondering)

SJ was the first person Zephyr came out to when he started identifying as bisexual. (He knew for a while, but didn't actually tell anyone right away) Zephyr knew his parents wouldn't approve, so he decided to tell his sister instead. In return, Zephyr was the first person SJ told when she realized she was ace.

Zephyr has done art studies of Elliott. After they start dating, Elliott offers to be a live model for him.

My face claim for him is Bryan Dechart

Isaac:

Isaac is in his early 30's, about 6 feet tall, and he was originally supposed to be an OC for Haunted Chocolatier, but I wanted him to have a stardew backstory so I added him into the main fic. (Yes I already have fics planned for when HC comes out XD)

I don't have a face-claim for him but I made him on the sims before I made his in-game sprite/portrait. He looks like this! (His eyes were originally supposed to be grey but I am still new to pixel art so they're brown, for now...)

I'm still developing his story alongside the others, so I don't have a ton of lore for him yet, but it's coming!

JS:

JS (Jess) is an actual save file that I made in order to do the Joja route in the game. She was supposed to be the Anti-SJ and I'm not creative with names so I named her JS. Her full name is Jessica Sharp.

JS was the reason I first went for Harvey in the game XD I actually married Sebastian in my first ever save file, but after going through all the bachelor's routes on the joja file, I just fell in love with Harvey and he is best boy.

If you count each sentence spoken by JS in "Everest Farm", 22 of those sentences were lies.

JS is an only child in the family she was adopted into.

Despite SJ being asexual, JS is straight (And my only straight OC)

I do have a sim for her too

Thanks for the ask! Sorry for the Essay, I never get to do this XD

[chaos-thirium]

I posted 400 times in 2022

That's 334 more posts than 2021!

165 posts created (41%)

235 posts reblogged (59%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@cerberusdreams

@pseudonymmcwriter

@connor-sent-by-cyberlife

@dattebae

@leelany-world

I tagged 330 of my posts in 2022

Only 18% of my posts had no tags

#connor - 117 posts

#my fics - 87 posts

#sixty - 69 posts

#nines - 54 posts

#connor x reader - 41 posts

#asks - 35 posts

#sixty x reader - 29 posts

#nines x reader - 20 posts

#hank anderson - 13 posts

#bryan dechart - 13 posts

Longest Tag: 117 characters

#you rose up on your knees to meet him and you heard his faint noise of surprise as he analysed himself on your tongue

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Bryan confirmed that he believes Nines is taller than Connor

This is entirely based on the fact that when he was playing Nines, he stood with much more rigid posture! This is just Bryan’s opinion that he shared on today’s stream and shouldn’t be taken as canon, but it’s interesting to hear his thoughts. Hopefully someone will clip it and I can link a video lol.

79 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

#4

Not really one of your prompts but I have a thing with Nines living in my head rent free.

Nines with a reader that only knows him as gentle and sweet. Like, at work he seems like a hardass but at home (with a civilian SO) he's so soft and domestic?

Like, his co-workers see him out with his SO and see him being as soft and affectionate?

This was a cute one! I hope you enjoy.

Nines x gender-neutral reader. Rated G.

You awoke, unusually, to the sound of applause. You blinked, pushing the fog of sleepiness away as you tried to figure out what was going on. The comforting weight of a hand came down on your head, fingers threading through your hair.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t turn the volume down fast enough.”

You hummed, relaxing again as Nines stroked your hair.

“S’okay,” you mumbled.

You squinted at the TV, sideways on from your position with your head in your boyfriend’s lap. He seemed to be watching some kind of cooking show, and you smiled, amused. You wondered what his co-workers would say if they knew the highly advanced android detective enjoyed reality TV. It had been a pleasant surprise to you. You’d expected him to be all highbrow and serious, but it turned out he found the shows fascinating. They were something you usually watched together, except for lazy afternoons when you ended up napping on him instead.

You curled your hand around his knee, happy to watch the show sideways. You were too comfortable to move, your head on a cushion on his lap, since Nines insisted that his synthetic skin wasn’t pliable enough to be used as a pillow. He was so caring, always so mindful of your wellbeing. You tried to be the same for him, but the truth was that he didn’t really need you to.

You hadn’t exactly had a meet cute, your paths crossing when you’d been a witness to a case of assault outside a nightclub. It had shaken you, and you’d been visibly upset and distressed when Nines had approached you. At first, you’d recoiled, remembering how cold and intimidating he’d looked when dealing with the perpetrator, but he’d been gentle and patient with you, calming you down until you agreed to go to the station to make a statement. You’d unfortunately been passed onto someone else once you were there, but you’d never forgotten him. You’d gone back a few days later to thank him for his thoughtfulness, and had left having given him your phone number. Several months and countless dates later, you were here, living together, never happier.

Nines had set a precedent with how he treated you on that first meeting, and he’d never wavered from it. You heard stories that he was quite a hardass at work, ruthless and efficient, and you knew he was capable of things you’d only seen in action movies. You’d even heard his partner complain that he was cold and rude, although you knew that Detective Reed was still pretty anti-android, so you didn’t blame Nines if he was rude. Since you only ever saw him outside of work, it was difficult to believe the stories.

You didn’t doubt they were true. Some of them were news articles, and you’d seen multiple comments on the internet. Logically, you knew they were all true. It was just such a contrast to the Nines you knew, it was like hearing about a completely different person sometimes. But androids were just as emotionally complex as humans, and Nines was as multi-faceted as you.

When the show was over, you pushed yourself up, stretching and yawning. Nines watched you with amusement, and you were reminded of a conversation you’d had early in your relationship when he’d asked you to describe what yawning felt like. You’d struggled with the request.

“I’m going to head to the store,” you announced. “We’re out of cheese, and I feel like buying some wine for tonight.”

“I’ll come with you,” he said, unsurprisingly. The two of you weren’t co-dependent or joined at the hip, but you enjoyed your days off together, since it was rare that they lined up.

“Okay,” you said with a smile, glancing towards the window. “It’s a nice day.”

He smiled back, looking past you to the blue sky and thick clouds, tinted with the barest hint of grey. Nines found peace in nature, as a lot of deviants did, and the two of you escaped the city when you could for hikes or bike rides. You’d very much been an indoor sort of person before getting together with him, but you enjoyed the change.

The two of you headed out into the fresh air, walking hand in hand to the grocery store. It wasn’t a long walk, but you appreciated the company. You swung your clasped hands between you in more and more exaggerated movements until Nines turned to you with a look of amused exasperation.

“You are ridiculous,” he said fondly.

“Yes, but you love me,” you said with confidence.

“Must be a fault in my programming.”

You grinned at his deadpan tone. “I’m not a fault, I’m an upgrade,” you shot back, and he chuckled.

“Upgrades would eat vegetables more than three days a week,” he retorted.

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly. He was on a constant mission to improve your diet, despite the fact that it hadn’t been that bad to start with.

“Come on,” you said as the two of you passed through the automatic doors, “I need wine.” 

“No one needs wine.”

“Oh, sweet summer child.”

You headed for the wine and spirits aisle, confident that Nines would follow with a basket. You debated between red and white, bypassing rosé.

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87 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

#3

Oooou I am so excited to see what you get up to with your prompt list! How about 13 and 28 with Nines? 👀

Here it is! I hope you enjoy it.

13. "Look what you do to me." 28. "Each of my thoughts about you are improper."

Nines x AFAB reader. Rated M.

There was a lot you didn’t know about Nines. He was enigmatic and professional, and brought a whole new level of meaning to the word ‘inscrutable’. But there was one thing you did know for certain: he was as attracted to you as you were to him.

You had no confirmation of that, but you knew it. He had tells. Small things that gave it away, let you know that you got under his synthetic skin.

Once you’d figured out how to read him, it had all seemed so incredibly clear. You’d redirected the energy you’d spent on trying to work out whether he liked you or not, instead using it to torment him.

Well, ‘torment’ was a harsh word. ‘Persuade him into making a move’ would probably be more accurate. You weren’t going to do it yourself. Nines was a deviant, and therefore you wanted him to make the decision, to choose you. You were done giving orders to androids.

You weren’t above trying to influence them, though. Not when you wanted something. You’d been known to do the same with humans too.

You’d started with some casual flirting that he hadn’t responded to. Then it was light touches to his arm while conversing, then purposely putting yourself in his path, sometimes in very contrived ways. (Once, you’d stolen his stapler just so you could bring it back to him.) Although his LED flickered yellow and he seemed thrown off guard for a split second every time, you couldn’t get him to be anything other than professional.

If it had seemed that he wasn’t interested, you would have left him alone. You weren’t that pushy. But that wasn’t the vibe you got at all. Your attempts to reach out just seemed like a lower priority to him than his work, and you weren’t happy about that. So, the first opportunity you had to act outside of work, you took advantage of without a second thought. 

The department was throwing a party for Captain Fowler’s 25th anniversary on the force, and it was a fancy event. The function room of a nice hotel had been booked and decorated, and everyone had turned out in their best. You’d chosen your outfit very carefully, picking something in a colour that most flattered your skin, in a fabric so clingy it was almost scandalous. It showed off everything you wanted to show off, and you drew many eyes over the course of the evening. Fortunately, that included the eyes you’d intended it for.

As soon as you had his attention, you purposely ignored him, engaging in some flirty banter with someone else. It was a cheap trick, one of the oldest in the book, but you weren’t above such things. You knew it was working, because people started giving Nines a wide berth, put off by what you’d nicknamed his ‘murderbot’ expression. It struck fear into the hearts of perpetrators, and turned you on far more than you thought it probably should.

Being under his gaze was making you unexpectedly warm, and you excused yourself from your company, heading for the bathroom. You needed to splash some water on your face, take a moment to gather your thoughts.

You judged venues by their bathrooms, and the hotel’s were nice, bordering on posh. Rather than a large room with multiple stalls, there were several small rooms with their own stall and sink. Even the obligatory condom and tampon machines were posh, stocked only with the most expensive brands. You sniggered to yourself, locking the door and enjoying your moment of privacy. You wet the back of your neck and the inside of your wrists, letting yourself cool down while you met your own gaze in the mirror. The evening was fun so far. Not so much the party itself, but the game you were playing with Nines. You wondered if he realised he was in a game. Probably. It was rare for him to miss anything.

You tore off a square of toilet paper to dab your forehead and the sides of your nose where you’d started to get shiny, and cursed that Nines had such an effect on you as to alter your temperature. You took a deep breath, threw it in the trash, and prepared to head back out.

You almost slammed into a broad chest as soon as you opened the door.

“What the–”

Then there was a hand at your throat, pushing you back into the bathroom, and you heard the door lock behind him. The weight of his hand rested more on your chest than your throat, with only his fingertips actually pressing on your neck, but it still felt dangerous, especially when your back gently bumped against the wall. You looked up into his icy grey eyes, and your breath caught. He was furious. And beautiful.

“What are you doing?” he snapped.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” you retorted, wetting your dry lips.

“You seem like you want my attention,” he went on, ignoring your comment. “With the unsubtle way you’ve been acting at work, not to mention what you’re wearing tonight. But judging by your behaviour, it seems you’re not fussy about whose attention you get.”

The words sent a thrill through you, and you couldn’t hold back a smile.

“Nines, are you jealous?”

“Of that pathetic specimen of humanity?” he scoffed. “Please.”

It was difficult to argue with either his words or tone. What human could possibly match up to him? Certainly not the ones you’d been using to bait him.

“Why are you plaguing me?” he said, and your eyebrows rose in surprise.

That was a rather…unflattering word choice.

“I…” you began, quickly realising that you didn’t know what to say.

He still had you pinned to the wall, more by his looming presence than his actual grip. He was making the small room feel even smaller.

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Istg you could cut glass on Neil Newbon's profile.

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My #1 post of 2022

For the love of my life, Nines:

28. “each of my thoughts about you are improper”

59. “are you sure? once i start i don’t think i’m able to stop”

I just know you’ll cook up something hot with these 😌💅

@dattebae Here you go, lovely! I love that two of my Nines prompts chose number 28. Clearly we're all on the same page where this boy is concerned!

Nines x AFAB reader. Rated M.

The RK900 was the most…androidish android you’d ever seen. If Connor hadn’t informed you of the fact, you would never have guessed that the grey eyed model was a deviant. It took until the fifth time you spoke to him for you to learn he had a name.

You worked on the reception desk at the DPD, so you knew all the officers well. Connor had endeared himself to you very quickly by always stopping to say hello. You thought he was cute, but your co-worker got there first. Since they made a pretty adorable couple, you didn’t begrudge that. It had mostly been a harmless observation on your part anyway. Nines, however, was a different story.

The RK900 had been discovered in the CyberLife Tower, was deviated by Markus, and had come to work at the DPD with Connor. He was an upgrade to the RK800, although the team valued both androids as individuals, of course. Nines was undeniably impressive with his skillset, but Connor had the edge on people skills, most of which came down to his experience. He’d been alive longer, been a deviant longer.

Nines did not bother to say hello every morning, and had actually not even acknowledged your presence until he walked in with Connor one day. After witnessing Connor stopping for a brief chat with you and your colleagues, he made more of an effort to be…pleasant. That was probably the kindest word you could use.

Small talk didn’t come easily to him. At least, not naturally. You’d seen him fake it for a witness once, no doubt letting his social relations program step in for him. The change was remarkable. He’d been warm and friendly, chatting about the latest Gears game, handsome face wearing an easy smile. You’d almost gawped at him from behind the desk before remembering that that wouldn’t be very professional.

At first you’d been indignant, wondering why he didn’t put that effort in for you, but then it had occurred to you that it was all false. The way Nines acted with you and your colleagues was real. It might not be as warm as you would like, but it was genuine, and there was something to be said for that.

There was something so intriguing and mysterious about the RK900, you couldn’t help feeling drawn to him. You knew it was unrequited. He made that perfectly clear with his stoic face and cold eyes, striking an odd balance between making the effort to talk to you while giving the impression that he probably didn’t care about the answers. You knew nothing about him, other than the basic facts, yet you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

There were plenty of people who had crushes on Connor, but from what you could see, you were the only one who thought about Nines. People admitted that he was hot, but were put off by his personality. Or lack thereof. According to the gossip you overheard, a man who appeared to be that stoic was likely to be cold in the bedroom. When you observed Nines’ uncaring nature, his focus solely on his job, you couldn’t help but see where they were coming from. Still, you kept thinking about him, kept seeing his face when you closed your eyes at night.

For a time, you just let your mind wander where it wanted to. It was a fun distraction, and you enjoyed the eye candy. After almost two months with no let-up, you were starting to feel a little concerned. Was this more serious than you’d thought? In which case, what were you supposed to do moving forward? At the start, his lack of interest didn’t bother you, but now…if your own interest ran deeper than you realised, you were fucked.

The smart thing to do would be to confide in Connor, who seemed to be Nines’ only friend, but you couldn’t. You’d never been the kind of person who could openly discuss your crushes, not even celebrity ones. It just felt too personal. As Nines’ friend, Connor would be able to tell you if your feelings had even the slightest chance of being returned, but even the knowledge that he’d be able to put your mind at ease couldn’t make you break your silence. It was better to just assume you were on your own and deal with it.

And then someone brought a gun into the DPD.

It was a minor incident, all things considered, over in less than a minute thanks to Nines, but it shook you. There was a reason why you were a receptionist and not an officer. You didn’t handle dangerous situations well, you tended to freeze and forget every single part of your security training.

The man, a desperate Red Ice addict who didn’t want to be arrested, had attempted to start a hostage situation in reception, but Nines had gotten there first, taking a bullet to the shoulder like it was nothing before snatching the gun out of the man’s hands. He’d tossed the gun aside, had the man on the floor and handcuffed before you could blink, but all you could think was that he’d been shot.

He swept his grey eyes around reception, assessing the situation, the state of the people there, in a glance. His gaze seemed to settle on you a beat longer than everyone else, unless you were projecting, and you wondered why. Then Connor was there, insisting on patching up Nines’ gunshot wound before leading him away.

You worked out the rest of your shift with wide eyes, feeling your heartrate decrease slowly, worried when you didn’t see either android again. When you left the desk to go to the bathroom, you saw them both doing paperwork. Nines didn’t seem any worse for wear, other than the gaping hole in his clothing, tinged with blue.

Your gaze met his on your way back, and you debated going over to ask if he truly was okay, but then his LED spun and he began to talk, taking a phone call. You continued walking, a little disappointed, but glad to see that he seemed to be fine.

Your shift ended promptly at 6pm, and you headed to the break room to wash up your coffee mug before you had to get the bus home. Connor unexpectedly stepped into your path when you were done, and you smiled at him.

“Everything okay?” you asked.

“Fine, but I was wondering if you could do me a favour.”

You glanced at him in surprise, but nodded. “Sure. What is it?”

“I need to head out to follow a lead, could you take this folder to the archive for me?”

He held up a neatly-labelled manila folder, and you reached out a hand for it. You had a little while before your bus came.

“No problem.”

“Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Jealousy Blossomed our Relationship

A/n: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! I’m back with another fic. I picked this GIF cause he looked hot.

Pairings: Bryan Dechart x Male reader

Requested: Yes or No?

Rating: Mature

Warnings: jealous Bryan, detective kink, rough smut, bottom male reader, top Bryan, death threats (Not really), and maybe yandere Bryan-

Word Count: 3168

Summary: Who would’ve thought, M/n and Bryan’s relationship started through jealousy and sex.

I hope you enjoy it! Sorry if it’s bad. And sorry for any errors that were present.

If you like what I write, how about checking my masterlist.

Keys:

M/n: Male name

F/d: favourite drink

C/n: Character name

C/J: Color Jacket

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DISCLAIMER: I MEAN NO OFFENSE, DISRESPECT, OR HARM TO ANY OF THESE CELEBRITIES! THIS IS JUST FICTION.

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This is basically a yandere fic. But without any deaths.

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MINORS DNI. FEMALE READERS… I’LL ALLOW YOU TO READ MY FICS BUT DO NOT FETISHIZE ANY OF MY STORIES

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“28 STAB WOUNDS! YOU DIDN’T LEAVE HIM A CHANCE, HUH?! DID YOU FEEL ANGER? HATE? HE WAS BLEEDING, BEGGING YOU FOR MERCY, BUT YOU STABBED HIM, AGAIN AND AGAIN!” Bryan said, yelling into the microphone with headphones on. And doing hand motions to mimic what Connor would be doing in the game.

‘That’s hot.’ you thought, looking at Bryan. Also, trying to hold in your laughter. ‘This is going to be a meme one day.’ you thought.

“Please, please leave me alone.” the other actor said, whimpering. Voice cracking a little.

“I KNOW YOU KILLED HIM. WHY DON'T YOU SAY IT?” Bryan was getting into it. He had been saying the same thing 5 times till it was perfect.

“Please, stop.” the actor said, voice cracking again. “CUT. Great job Bryan! You guys can go on break,” the director (?) said over the speaker in the room.

“That was nice, Bryan!” You said, complimenting his acting. He gave you his famous smile. “Why thank you, M/n. Say, when will you appear? In the game.” Bryan said, tilting his head to the right.

“Aw, you want me to be with you? Don’t worry, I’ll be in the next chapter,” you said the first part in a cooed voice. Bryan blushed a little from you.

“Uh, yeah… sorry I have to go.” Bryan stammered, walking away from you. ‘What happened?’ you didn’t have a clue on what just happened.

You shrugged it off and went on with your day. From the corner, Bryan’s heart was beating rapidly. He always had feelings for you. But was too much of a pussy to confess. ‘One day. One day, I’ll get the courage.’

He walked from the corner to follow you into the break room. You were there talking with the voice actor for Gavin Reed (AKA racist against androids), Neil Newbon. You both were laughing while eating and drinking for f/d.

(Neil is also the voice actor for Karl Heisenberg in Resident Evil. Daddy KARL-)

Bryan looked at you two with envy. He poked his cheek with his tongue out of jealousy. He clicked his tongue before interrupting your and his conversation.

“Hey, M/n! Oh, hey Neil.” Bryan said, smiling at you, but that dropped when he turned to Neil. Neil took notice of this but didn’t say anything.

“Hey, Bryan!” you smiled and waved at him before returning to eat. “Hey to you too,” Neil replied but was ignored instead. Bryan paid no attention to him, only you have his attention.

There was tension between the two males. The atmosphere was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You didn’t take notice.

“So, how are you doing?” Bryan said, putting his chin on his hand. He looked at you with love in his eyes, waiting for you to respond.

“Well, I’m doing good! I can’t wait to start the next one!” you exclaimed with eagerness. “I can’t wait for you to be in it,” Bryan replied with a smile. (?)

You and Bryan talked most of the break. Neil just sat there being the third wheel. Which was awkward, well it’s awkward to everyone to be a third wheel. ‘Bryan shows up out of nowhere and decides to IGNORE me and TAKE m/n attention from me!’ Neil looked at you both in jealousy.

Neil likes it when you give your attention. But he doesn’t like you that. He just wants attention.

The break was almost over, but Bryan had one more thing to ask. “So, M/n. Have you been dating anyone recently?” Bryan said, hoping that you’re still free. Maybe Bryan is getting the courage to ask you out.

“Uh, no… I’m not dating anyone currently,” you mumbled nervously. Playing with your fingers, but Bryan was ecstatic about it.

‘Maybe I have a chance after all!’ He screamed with excitement. You noticed how Bryan was happy about you not dating anyone?

‘Why is he happy about me not dating anyone?’ you thought as Bryan was doing some kind of victory dance. He stopped after noticing you’re looking at him weirdly. Neil just didn’t say anything.

You always had a crush on the tall brown-haired male, but you always thought he had a thing for Amelia. Since they’re always together. (they are good together! Again, this is fiction)

You were about to say something before the director (?) came in. “Alright, everyone! The break is over, we’ll be working on finishing the chapter then we’ll move to the next one.”

Everyone nodded before leaving the break room and going back to doing what they planned to do.

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Y’all worked for 8-12 hours to do the chapter. Now, it was time for you to join in on the fun.

- “Excuse me. Do you know what time Lieutenant Anderson usually arrives?” Bryan said, in his Connor’s voice.

- “Depends on where he was the night before… If we’re lucky, we’ll see him before noon.”

- “Thanks.” Now, this is where you come in.

- “Who are you? And why are you on Lieutenant Anderson’s desk?”

- “Huh? Oh. Who are you? And the name is C/h. Hank’s son. Now, answer my question, ``Who are you?”

- “My name is Connor sent by Cyberlife. I’m here to assist in the Deviant cases.”

- “Mmm.”

- “I thought Lieutenant Anderson only had one son? He never mentioned you.”

- “After Cole’s death, he cut all ties with me. And I’m here to visit him to try and reconnect with him. And maybe give him a piece of my mind.”

- “He told me about his death. The reason he dislikes Androids.” (Is that the reason?)

- “Well, don’t worry, detective, I don’t hate your kind.” When you said, “detective” that made something switch on.

“CUT. Okay, that was great, but can I get that one more time?” The director (?) said, through the speaker.

Y’all did it until it came out perfect and ready to be used in the game. After 5 hours (IDK how long it takes) of doing the same thing over and over, it was finally perfect.

“Alright, everyone! That was perfect. We’ll continue this tomorrow.” The director said, bidding everyone goodbye.

You took off the headphones and proceeded to the door. “Hey, Bryan! That was really fun! Can’t wait to continue tomorrow.” you said, grabbing your stuff.

“I always have fun whenever it's with you,” Bryan mumbled under his breath. “What was that? Say that again?”

“I- Uh-” Bryan fumbled over his words. He was blushing hard and his ears turned red. “I gotta go,” he said, running off. “Uh-? What happened?” you said, confused. He did the same thing early.

“Mmm, not sure. He’s been acting weird lately. More than usual.” Neil said next to you. He was confused as much as you. ``Also ignored me and sent me a glare whenever I was near M/n.”

“Come on m/n. It’s time to go.” Neil said from the door. “Okay, I’m coming!”

Meanwhile in one of the bathrooms.

“WHY! WHY!” Bryan yelled. His voice echoed in the empty male’s bathroom. He slammed his fist on the sink counter.

He looked at himself in the mirror. His left/or right eye twitched, veins popping out, and his face red with anger.

“Calm down, Bryan, calm down,” Bryan said to himself, trying to calm down his breathing. He took deep breaths in and out. Inhaling and exhaling. “My time will come…”

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Bryan walked outside into the neighbouring park. Taking in the fresh morning air, trees sway in the wind. He was wearing a black jacket with black pants. (Totally not creepy, am I right?)

The place was usually empty during this time of the day. But there were people still out like parents and their children. Bryan could hear the laughter and cries of kids in the distance.

He then found himself staring at the children playing in the playground. They were playing around and chasing each other.

Bryan laughs to himself. ‘I wonder what I and m/n would be like with kids… Well, adopted.’ he said to himself. But Bryan had to leave, he looked really shady.

Bryan left the playground and walked around a little more. He had to go soon but then he saw you.

You were wearing C/J and jeans. He was gonna go talk to you but then, he saw someone else with you. It was Neil. ‘WHY MUST HE RUIN EVERYTHING?!?!’ Bryan growled.

He decides to listen in on your conversation. He hid behind a tree to watch.

Y’all weren’t talking about anything interesting or something that would worry Bryan. He thought he has hiding good, but Neil noticed him.

Neil could see the love in Bryan’s eyes. Now he understands why Bryan acts weirder than usual and why he was sometimes aggressive towards him. Bryan was jealous. ‘I’m gonna have some fun.’ Neil smirked at Bryan.

“You know, you really cute today, M/n⁓,” Neil said, touching your soft hair. Your eyes widened and blushed a little.

“W-what? I-... don’t know what to say.” you stammered, jaw dropped. This continued, Bryan was fuming with anger. He gave Neil a death glare from behind the tree. Neil just smirked before grabbing your hand and taking you away.

‘THAT BITCH!’

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Bryan was slowly losing it. His anger was about to burst in all its fury.

Neil continued and continued to flirt with you whenever Bryan was near or listening. Neil would just smirk at him. ‘It’s like he knows!’ Bryan was going to give Neil a piece of his mind.

It was another day of successful progress on Detroit: Become Human. But to Bryan, it was awful. Neil kept stealing you away. Bryan had to do something. And no, it doesn’t involve murder… probably.

Neil was sitting on his couch scrolling through Tiktok, watching people being absolute idiots. Then he heard the doorbell ringing.

“Ugh!” He complained, not wanting to get up. He got up and walked to the door, opened it. There was nothing there but a letter. “Huh?” Neil picked it up and walked back inside, closing the door.

Neil stared at the envelope before tearing it open. In the envelope was a detailed drawn picture of Connor and Gavin. But it showed Connor stabbing the hell out of Gavin. ‘Well the picture is beautiful but the subject is horrible. Can draw better than me.’

Then there was another piece of paper, “STAY AWAY FROM M/N! HE’S MINE!” it said in big red letters.

Neil wasn’t stupid, he knew who send it. Who plays Connor? Bryan. “I’m gonna have to talk to him tomorrow,” Neil said, throwing the letter away and leaving the picture on the counter.

The Next Day

Bryan was walking before getting pulled by the arm. “What the-” when he looked, it was Neil. Bryan immediately wanted to leave. “Wait, wait! Let’s talk.” Neil pleaded.

Bryan sighed and gave Neil a look that said, ‘Just get on with it.’

“Okay, I know you sent me that letter and that you have feelings for m/n. I have seen the way you look at him. And don’t worry about me, I don’t like him like that. I was just teasing you.” Neil admitted.

Bryan stood there shocked and embarrassed. But he was also relieved to know that Neil didn’t have feelings for m/n. Bryan didn’t want to get his hands… dirty… if that would be the case.

“You should tell him before someone else does. And he also likes you. Heard him moaning your name.” Now, Bryan was even more shocked and blushing.

‘He feels the same! I- I-’ He was having a mental breakdown. Neil patted Bryan on the shoulder, but before leaving, he said, “Oh, he also likes it rough.”

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You noticed that Bryan was acting more thrilled than usual. You then got a text from Bryan.

“Meet me at my place, I have something to tell you.” - Bryan

“Uh, okay?” - M/n

You were suspicious about this. ‘What does he want to talk about?’ but you went to his place either way.

There you are standing at the door waiting for him to answer. Kicking the ground, still waiting for him. Then the door opened, revealing Bryan. “You can come in.” He gestured to you.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” You said, sitting on the couch getting comfortable. Making eye contact with him.

“Well, uh…” Bryan was trying to form the words, scratching his head. “Well, you see… I see you more than a friend… and I always liked you… I got jealous whenever Neil would flirt with you.” Bryan said, shaking.

“So, I was wondering… if we could get together? It’s okay if you don’t want to-” Bryan was cut off by you pressing your lips against his. Your soft lips shut him up.

“You can stop your rambling. I like you too. I've liked you. And yes, I accept your confession.” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck.

(SMUT PART)

Bryan smiled before pulling you back into the kiss. He wrapped his somewhat muscular arms around your waist. The kiss then turned into a heated makeout. His tongue was poking your teeth asking for entrance. You gladly did.

His tongue invaded your mouth, you just let it happen. You pulled to get some air, there was a saliva strand connecting both your mouths. Both your eyes were filled with lust and want. Want each other.

“How about we take this to the room?” Bryan said in a deep husky voice. You tighten your hold around his neck signalling a-okay.

He picked you up and carried you to his room. Once there, he sat on the bed with you straddling his lap. Still in a heated makeout. You both began to strip naked. You admired Bryan’s slim but muscular body. While Bryan did the same.

You left behind love marks and hickeys all over Bryan’s milky white skin with him doing the same. Both claiming ownership of each other.

You began to trace your tongue down Bryan’s chest, down to his pants. Bryan groaned as you inch closer to his beast.

He had a big noticeable bulge. You were impressed by how large it was. ‘I was not expecting this!’ you thought before removing his pants.

Once his pants were out of the way, you could see his big bulge in full view. You decided to be a tease. You began to trace your tongue against his cloth cock. Bryan growled, “Stop teasing!”

You smirked at him before removing his underwear. You were met with a big cock. It looked to be 8 inches long, and very thick. It had one big vein that led to the tip, delicious pre-cum leaking out, and big cum-filled balls ready to be drained of its essences.

You could feel the heat radiating off his cock. You traced your finger along the vein, his cock twitching as a result.

You gave kitten licks to his tip and licked the sides. Smearing the pre-cum all over. Then you swallowed his whole cock. Bryan was taken by surprise. “Oh, fuck…”

“Your warm mouth feels so good, m/n!” Bryan moaned and threw his head back in pleasure. Never experienced anything like this. You bobbed your head faster, your cock was twitching in your pants.

Bryan could feel his release coming but he wanted cum somewhere else. He pulled your head up, he was even more turned on with his pre-cum all over your lips. “Want to cum somewhere else. And you know where.” Bryan whispered into your ear.

You smirked at him. “Oh, I definitely know where,” you said, getting off the ground and removing your pants. It was then Bryan noticed something in your little hole.

‘Is that a dildo?’ you (for some reason) forgot to take it out. His cock twitched more. “Come get me, detective.” You said “detective” in a seductive voice. That set him off.

Bryan launched himself at you. “I guess I don’t have to stretch you. Already stretching for me.” Bryan growled as he moved the dildo inside you before pulling it out. You whine at the emptiness.

“Heh, don’t you get something much bigger,” Bryan said into your ear. With one thrust, he pushed his whole cock inside.

You felt it right there, touching your prostate. “Mmm… cock is right… there! It’s by… my prostate!” you moaned, clenching around him.

“Even though you were already stretched out. You’re still so fucking tight.” Bryan groans. Your hole clenched and unclenched around him.

“Be rough. Fuck me.” You said, face flat on the bed and gripping the bedsheets. And that’s what Bryan did. He thrust into you roughly, hitting your prostate dead on.

His girthy cock split you open as it kept going in and out. “So warm and tight.” Bryan groans as he thrust faster into you.

You gripped the sheets tighter as Bryan gripped your hips tighter. You could feel his cock twitch inside meaning that he is close. “C-cum… i-inside me.” You whimpered. The room was filled with moans, groans, grunts, and skin-slapping.

“I’m close!” Bryan exclaimed, thrusting harder. “M-me too!” You moaned, clenching around him. You were breathing heavily as Bryan was inching closer to release.

“HERE IT COMES!” you could see white. Bryan’s cum filled you up. Painting your tight velvet walls in white. Like a canvas. You came all over the bedsheets. You could feel his cum pouring out as he pulled out. Bryan then collapsed on top of you and laid by your side.

“That was amazing,” Bryan said, wrapping arms around your waist. You turned over to face and nuzzled your face into his neck. “I love you, Bryan. Please stay with me.” You said before falling asleep from exhaustion.

“I love you too, M/n. Don’t worry, I’ll always stay with you… you’re mine.” Bryan said before darkness consumed his vision.

THE END

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The smut part was kind of rushed but I still hoped you liked it!

Requests are open again. And I need to work on Kinktober.

A/N: I hope this was good! Anyways, bye my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓!

[an-actual-angel]

Bryan Dechart gifs that radiate the RK bros vibes (specifically from my fic: pretty baby) 

Top: Richard (RK900)

Middle: Collin (RK800-60)

Bottom: Connor (RK800-51)

[wolveria]

I don’t remember everything CyberLife did during those “tests.” It’s as if the memories are trapped in a dream. Or, what I imagine would be a dream. The outline is faint, fragmented with each successive reset. But there are shadows lurking, made darker the more light is cast.

I could take the time to put the pieces back together and solve the puzzle of what happened before.

I’m not sure I want to.

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[justauthoring]

Reflections Upon The Past [RK800]

Request(s): could you do one with RK800 where the reader gets kidnapped and connor finds you and promises to protect you and you feel safe again in his arms?

A RK800 imagine where the reader is being held hostage and badly wounded but connor turns deviant and saves her?

Please don’t plagiarize my work! Word Count: 697

You made him doubt himself.

You were the only one who ever could. Slowly but surely you wormed yourself into Connor’s life so much so that he found himself doubting everything he’d ever been told. Every piece of information that had been integrated into his program. Everything Amanda had ever told him.

He doubted and struggled and was conflicted and felt such confusion and frustrating that Connor was almost tempted just ignore you as a whole. Which would be hard considering that you were his partner aside Hank and he practically saw you almost day but Connor was at his wits end. And he figured the only solution was to give up trying to work respectively and comfortably along your side; Hank’s as well.

He figured it was time to put his mission, solely his mission, first and foremost and forget any other distraction.

That had been the plan at least. Until your life was in danger.

Because as you sat there, just feet before him, a bleeding wounding on your forehead and your hands tied behind your back with an expression of terror on your face; Connor realized he was stupid to ever think that ignoring you was a possibility. That you could ever not be part of his life. Because despite what his program told him, despite what Amanda reminded him of, you were and still are the most important person in his life.

Connor knows that now. He understands that know. Understands what you mean to him.

So, when the barrier, that big, threatening, red barrier appears before his eyes, reminding him of his mission and blocking his path from you; Connor doesn’t hesitate. The thought, shockingly enough, occurs to him; screw his mission. Screw everything that doesn’t involve saving you.

Time freezes around him, Connor pounds his fists against the barrier that no one but him can see. He punches and pounds and slams his fists into it and ignores the spikes of pain that him, and it doesn’t even occur to him that he shouldn’t feel pain. That he’s an android and that virtually is impossible. Because he knows now it is. You’ve helped him understand and  nothing else matters more to Connor in that moment that reaching you and keeping you safe.

Your captor is dead in one shot; blank in the middle of the forehead. Connor doesn’t bother to watch his body fall before rushing over to you. A whimper leaves your lips in response, muffled by the gag in your mouth and Connor, kneeling before you with gentle hands, pulls it back. It’s almost instinctively; Connor doesn’t think as he moves to cup your cheeks, cradling your head in his hands as you sob up at him.

“Are you okay?” Connor breathes, voice faint. Somewhere in the back of your mind, it occurs to you that something has changed in Connor; some sort of shift. But you’re too relieved and happy that he’s here, and that he’s saved you from what surely would’ve been your death to care. So, you lean into his touch, letting it comfort you as the fear still wracks you immensely so that you haven’t stopped shaking since you woke up with a pounding headache. “Hey, hey, i’ve got you. It’s okay. I’ve got you. Are you okay?”

You nod, a raspy hum leaving your lips; “I am now that you’re here.”

And Connor finds himself leaning his forehead against your own, basking in the moment. He knows nothing of intimacy, despite being designed to be charming and easy on the eyes, Connor knows he sometimes misses picking up on social queues. He doesn’t know how to be human, he’d refused to let himself be one like the rest of his people until he saw you in danger.

But now, with you, it comes naturally. Like these actions he’s taking are things he’s been dying to do but has been restraining himself upon.

Now, he feels free. Feels alive. He feels emotions and he knows he loves you. And being able to hold you, after being so scared that you were going to die, that he was going to lose you, Connor feels at peace.

-

Let me know what you thought?

[the-darklings]

(between the cracks);

It began with a distressed whine.

Your bleary eyes cracked open, deep darkness swallowing your vision and burying it deep in the folds of your apartment.

There was a violent shift beside you and you felt instinctual fear spike through your heart, squeezing your lungs for a single moment. It was the type of irrational fear humans often experienced without meaning to or being able to stop it.

A sharp gasp sounded beside you, and you flinched when you felt a strong kick against your leg. You turned hurriedly onto your side, catching Connor’s forearm as it almost came in contact with your face.

“Connor!” you called out in panic, holding onto his tense forearm as he trashed beside you. “Connor, wake up.”

You could barely see him in the darkness but the aching, pulsing red of his indicator bathed one side of his face, causing raw sort of terror to fill you.

“No—please—no, Amanda, please don’t—no—”

“Connor,” you urged, trying to pin down his trembling body as your heart squeezed at his breathless, horrified words.

Could androids even have nightmares?

Your shaking hand settled above his thirium pump, pushing him down into the mattress to keep him still. But Connor’s eyes flew open at the touch, lips parted in a silent scream as he lunged forward. One moment you were above him, holding him down, and another Connor was above you, hands wrapped around the fragile curve of your neck as he pushed you into the mattress.

Connor always made you feel safe—loved and protected and adored—in a way that made you still feel like you. You didn't need to hide or pretend with him. Every jagged, cracked piece was on display. And he always cradled those pieces with such care and gentleness. With loving and caution only someone who was still finding himself was capable of. Neither of you had found the end result yet, but you had found each other which made the search less lonely and harrowing.

You had never feared Connor before. Not even when he was at his most efficient and ruthless. But now—

“C-Connor.”

Connor ignored your tiny wheeze of breath, gaze unfocused and unseeing. Like he couldn't see you at all. You reach to one side, hurriedly grappling for the light switch as your trembling digits pushed clumsily against the switch.

“It’s—me—me,” you forced out the moment lights flickered on, enveloping the room in subdued light. “Connor,” your terrified, tearful whisper finally seemed to snap something in him.

Connor gasped, ripping himself away as he fell back on the bed, his body shaking and indicator burning crimson. Tears stained his cheeks as he trembled on the bed and you wheezed, brushing your fingers carefully against your sore throat.

For a long moment, it was silent, and you curled into yourself for a moment, gaze wide and petrified.

“(Name),” Connor whispered roughly, hand reaching forward—always careful, always waiting for you to meet him halfway—as he stared at you with a pained expression. “I—I’m so sorry. She made me—you were dead...you were gone, and I did it. I—please, (Name), she made me. She—you were gone.”

Something like a sob—rough and foreign sound—ripped from his chest and you felt your heart plummet. He covered his face with one hand, moving from the bed hurriedly and you scrambled forward, hurriedly wrapping your arms around him and pulling him back.

He shuddered against you, and you wrapped your arms tighter around him in reply.  

Fear still gnawed at your heart but this time not for you but for him.

Was CyberLife still controlling him? Did the escape program not work like you first thought it did? Was CyberLife still pulling Connor’s strings after all this time?

“Connor,” you called his name as a helpless plea and consolation all at once, “It’s okay. I’m alive. Hey, look at me. Connor—just—please look at me.”

He turned in your arms, and you could feel the clicking of his biocomponents underneath your fingers, held back by a fragile layer of artificial skin.

“I’m okay,” you repeated in hushed tone because his wide eyes were still unfocused and glazed. “Connor, you need to calm down or your systems will overheat, okay? C’mon, Con, look at me.”

The pain against your neck was nothing more but a forgotten whisper as you cupped his cheeks, almost flinching against the feeling of his tears beneath your fingertips.

“I...I hurt you,” his voice was so quiet, you slowed your breathing to hear him. “I don’t know how to hold myself back and I hurt you. You, the only one I—I’m sorry. I just want to be free of her. Free of all of them. But...she’s right. I’m just a machine. Just a machine and—”

“You are free Connor,” you insisted with a hard edge to your voice, pressing your forehead against his and staring into his eyes. “You’re living right now. They don’t own you, okay? They don’t! You’re here with me, yes? That’s real. I’m real and you’re real. We’re real. I love you a lot and I don’t care what you’re made of, okay? Just hold onto that no matter what. Promise me you will? Because I forgive you. I know you would never hurt me. You—you were just scared and confused.”

His eyes closed slowly as he leaned heavily into you for support, and you wrapped your arms tightly around him in return. His wet cheek pressed against your bare collarbone, and you felt your heart beat painfully at his obvious pain.

Fingers soft and tender, you ran them up his back, breathing deeply at the way his back curved at your touch. You tightened your arms around him even further, pressing a lingering kiss against his temple; against the still bleeding red indicator and poured all of your love for him into the simple gesture. Perhaps you were foolishly hoping to fill the cracks in his soul—because of course had one, how could someone so full of life and joy, not have one?—and sooth his quiet despair.

“I love you, Connor,” you spoke lovingly into his hair, and felt him wrap his arms around your waist. “And you are so very alive.”

Red.

Amber.

Blue.

You felt yourself smile.   

[cherrypeter]

Okay but like??? If people have such grouchy limp dicks over sta.rker ot other peter ships due to age difference,, why not imagine Peter as a bit older? Like mid 20's early 30's Petey. I for one when needing visual help like to think of Bryan as older Peter I mean??? The likeness is incredible. Either, this nasty ass anon is never going to be answered and I hope they choke on their spit today to inconvenience them.

[aydaptic]

Bryan has officially found my currently Reed900-ship-oriented Twitter

...and I really don’t know what to say to him liking this one 🙏❤️

[pickledpascal]

How to be True Masterlist

Bryan Dechart x Sasha Davis

Bryan Dechart Masterlist

Fic on AO3

× ACTOR AU ×

Summary: Bryan gets the chance to work on a higher budget movie, hand picked by his lead co-star and writer of the film. He just hopes he won't blow it.

Sasha is a young actress who does a bit of YouTube on the side. The movie she wrote, while mostly fictitious, is heavily influenced by her bisexuality. She wants it to be perfect. She might get her wish... a little better than she had hoped.

A/N: I had this outline in my drafts for like two years and im just now going threw it and making some changes so this'll be fun. also as a general disclaimer for this fic, bryan and amelia were never married and are just really good friends. i didn't really want to do the divorce arc just because i think this doesn't need that. also sasha is nonbinary and goes by she/they pronouns which i will refer to them as in the story

General Warnings: bisexuality is gonna be a running theme throughout this fic so if you dont think bisexuals are real or is an invalid identity, i don't want you here. however, there will be a few scenes regarding biphobia, homophobia, and transphobia. talks of sex. innuendos. swearing. age gap (but that's expected from me at this point). detroit: become human gets talked about A LOT.

note: some of this may be subject to change as i continue

ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX. SEVEN.

[cherryjeekies]

Okay so here's some feels for you: Connor, a father of Sean, sending his son to school and tying his tie for him. Like imagine this utterly fluffy scene.