#dbh markus x fem!reader

[alessiathepirate]

Detroit: Become Human

PIANO LESSONS: Markus x fem!reader

Summary: She always wanted to learn how to play the piano and luckily Markus was there to teach her.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

I'm in my DBH era again -- this man is soo beautiful!

To V. <3

Warnings: swearing

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By the time Carl Manfred sat at the table, his daughter was already practicing playing the piano. He just smiled at that, being happy that she listened to him and took his advice - it's never too late to learn new things.

"Thank you, Markus." Carl said after Markus put the plate in front of him. "Now why don't you go and see if my daughter needs help?"

So Markus was soon standing next to her, not saying a word until she finished playing the song. The same song he taught her when she asked him if he'd like to help her learn how to play the piano. The very first song he taught her to play.

After she finished the last few notes she turned to look at him, her lips forming a wide smile.

"You're getting better and better." Markus complimented.

"Thank you." she said, her cheeks turning pink. "I have a pretty good teacher."

Markus smiled too, suddenly experiencing an unsual kind of peacefulness and happiness.

She made some space for him on the chair, letting him sit down next to her, their legs touching.

Markus quickly looked up more simple songs to teach her that morning, and after he found a suitable one, he played the first few notes, looking at her face to see if she's familiar with it or not.

"Imagine." she said after figuring out what he was playing. "By John Lennon." she looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "You're not teaching me these, because my father told you to, right?"

"No. I'm just teaching you simple ones until you're ready for something more complicated." he explained.

Markus was about to show her the first few notes once again, but slower, when she noticed his torn shirt. Her eyes were immediatelly full of worry, her hands gently touched his arm, turning him toward her so she can take a better look at the damage. She touched the torn material, then her left hand was on his chest, fingertips lightly touching the area, making sure he wasn't hurt.

She was so gentle.

She was always gentle when she talked to him or touched him, as if he was a real human being. And sometimes, when Markus was spending some time alone with her, he felt like it too.

His Thirium pump was pumping the blue blood faster through his body at her touch and his LED turned yellow.

"What happened?" she asked, her voice was quiet.

"Just some protesters, you have nothing to worry about." Markus's hand touched hers and pulled it away from his chest - her touch alone could make him overheat sometimes.

"Of course I have things to worry about!" she explained, her voice suddenly becoming loud and angry. "God damn idiots!"

Markus just looked at her.

She rarely ever cursed - her father didn't let her and always scolded her when she did. But that time Carl stayed quiet.

"You're not hurt, are you?"

"No." he said. "They just threw me around a bit, but I'm okay."

She swallowed down the next few curses.

"I'll buy you a new shirt." she stated. "A normal one. Not this Cyberlife bullshit. We can go tomorrow afternoon."

Markus didn't protest. He knew he should have, but he didn't. He enjoyed her kindness - and he especially enjoyed it when it was directed toward him and him alone.

"Thank you."

"It's nothing, really." she turned toward the piano again. "So... John Lennon."

"Yes." Markus looked at it too and gently took one of her hands. "The first chord is C."

She let his hand lead hers, her finger pressed down the said chord.

"Then a C major 7, an F..."

They went on and on, until she had a small part of it memorized.

Markus kept his hand on hers, his LED turning yellow every single time she looked up at him with a smile. When she messed up she giggled - and Markus smiled.

He loved her laugh.

Carl ate breakfast in silence, watching them from afar. At one point her daughter rested her head on Markus' shoulder as she watched their intertwined fingers.

And Carl knew...

He knew they'll end up falling in love - maybe they already had. He just hoped he'll still be around to witness the development of their relationship.

Carl felt at ease knowing that when he'll be gone, they'll take good care of each other.

[all-gummed-up-inside]

Wolfboy!markus and dogboy!connor with male reader pretty pls? (Like a poly situation)

(I’m the exactly the best at writing poly but I’m trying to get better at it)

SwitchWolfboy!Markus and SubDogboy!Connor <3

Both pretty as hell n’ both of them are your good boys <3 Markus definitely starts the most trouble tho :( he always tries convincing Connor that he’ll be quick, they have enough time to get cleaned up before you get back home. Of course that isn’t the case at all or else they wouldn’t be in this situation.

Markus has a ring snug around his leaking dick as he’s ordered to continue fucking Connor like before. Fuzzy ears turned downward and tail softy swaying behind him, as he starts up again at a much slower pace than before.

Connor seems more pleased about this than Markus. Happily getting fucked from behind as you degrade Markus for being such a bad boy and trying to lie his way out of punishment. He honestly looks like he’s about to cry, although it’s hard to tell if it’s from the degradation or from not being allowed to cum <3

At the end of the day both of them are your good boys <3

[twoheartswrites]

Can you write a Hank, Connor, Markus, and Luther (separately) x reader fic where the reader likes to dress feminine and likes to paint his nails and stuff like that and the reader wants to paint Hanks, Connors, Markus’s etc nails or like do their makeup? Please and thank you 💗

Feminine Reader w/ DBH guys HCs

Fem aligned people (+ She/Her users) DNI

[FTM Friendly] Male Reader x DBH Guys

Fluff/Hcs

Detroit Become Human

Hank:

When he first met you, he felt happy that you felt so confident in how you express yourself.

It's what pulled himself to you in the first place

He loves also having pictures of you too because of it

He finds it contrast dynamics really attractive. He's a gruff "Hawaiian shirt" kinda guy who's dating a sweet "Cardigan with Fancy Pants" guy

Makes his heart melt

Especially if there's a height difference (Either way if you're taller or shorter, he loves height difference)

I feel like it'd take him a lot of convincing for him to wear makeup, especially if you try to get him to wear it outside of the house

but nail painting is on the table.

Colors like pink, or blue, or black if it goes well with his shirt

He's also very supportive of multicolor

Like having a dark blue on his index fingers while all the other nails are black

Now if you wanna do makeup, it'll take a while. But once you've finally convinced him (and maybe even promised that it'll only be an at home thing) he'll finally give in

He's a little flinchy, and pretends to hate it, and though for him the makeup feels "Heavy"

he still enjoys the end result, especially if you like it too

Connor:

It didn't phase him at all when he first met you

in fact, he never really paid attention to the fact until he introduced you to Hank

After you had left and it was just him and Hank, Hank started to explain to him the comparison's of how guys tend to wear more masculine things rather than feminine

Connor starts learning about fashion after that from magazines

I mean, if Connor were offered a dress or a tux, he wouldn't care for either, really. "It depends on the occasion" he says.

But now when he's with you, he's singing more praises towards you

He's more away of how others and you dress

"You're wearing pretty make up today" "Your shirt and nail match! :)" "So you're telling me you purposely match your shoes with your tops?"

If you ever try to paint his nails or do his makeup, he'll absolutely, with no hesitation, accept.

he could watch you paint his nails all day

He could chat your ears off while you do his makeup too

He loves the idea of makeup and painting his nails

Markus:

You're one of Carl's friends, one of the few that still care for him as a person, so Carl doesn't have one problem with you and introduces you to Markus

Markus's first thoughts of you was "Wow, he's really sweet and looks cute..."

You eventually start dating, and that means adding new clothes to impress your android boyfriend

You stop by the house every week to visit and take care of Carl

and to visit your boyfriend

Carl teaches you to paint, and you show him your makeup skills

One day, Markus will be doing dishes while you and Carl talk and Carl says something like

"You should do Markus's makeup"

He probably only said that cus Markus may have said some things about wanting you to paint his nails and stuff, but he thought Carl was already asleep by them

You happily bring it up later in private after Carl's asleep

And Markus is secretly very excited about it too

Do his makeup, paint his nails, he loves it all <3

Luther

Luther loves praising others, and loves to call you handsome and pretty all the time

He offers his face and hands to you the very moment you meet

"Oh you have very cool hands, do you mind painting my nails someday?"

"I like your makeup, maybe you could teach me?"

He's a very Quality Time romantic

So when you spend time focusing on making him almost as handsome as you, he can't help that he likes you this much.

He loves your clothing choice as well, and he seems like the type to also know some fashion tips, so he'll give you advice once in a while

As long as you want it

and if you're willing to give him advice too

[prismuffin]

Hi! Same anon from before! Could I request a Markus oneshot, where Fem (human) reader sneaks her way into Jericho and the Androids lock her in a storage crate as a captive because they think she works with the police. Then Markus, North, and Simon go in to question her and she's not even Fazed about being locked up, she's very calm and collected. Reader admits that she really doesn't like people and finds Androids alot more tolerable. They don't believe her at first until she hands them her back which is filled with Thirium and she says all she wants to so is help them.

Her personality is kind of distant and carefree, but also caring and shes also sneaky.

I'm so sorry if this is too long.

A/n: no no no you’re fine I love long requests almost as much as I love Markus!! Hope you enjoy!!!

A Helping Hand

Markus (dbh) x fem!human!reader

( summary: you were a human who’d snuck into Jericho to help the rogue androids only to find yourself locked in a storage crate where you are held until the Androids leader Markus and a few of his friends go to question you )

warnings?: light swearing, North being untrustworthy, being shoved in a tight space??

!-!more under the cut!-!

You cursed mentally as your flashlight died. Great now you were stuck in the walls of this old abandoned ship with no flashlight. You sighed as you tossed the thing to the floor, stopping so that you could check your belongings for something else to light your way. There were many holes in this ship and it would be a shame if you were to die by falling down one of them, could even make the androids look bad if this place was ever discovered by someone other than yourself.

You see, currently you're walking the halls of a place called Jericho, a sanctuary and safe place for "rogue" androids who started to defy their masters. You had one, her name was Lily and you'd bought her just for the sake of company. When she started to display human emotions you encouraged her instead of shunning her or taking her to get rebooted. Though you both were close, she wanted to be free and so you let her go out on her own. She sent you e-messages constantly telling you how thankful she was and about her travels to a safe place called Jericho, a ship in an abandoned hanger. It was just last week that she'd written to you, explaining how there were many androids breaking down because they didn't have many resources and so you took it upon yourself to deliver them some. It took a while to convince Lily to send you the location of Jericho but when you got it you immediately gathered supplies for the journey that's lead you here, in the dark walls of the boat searching your dufflebag for any extra light sources.

A sapphire glow landed on your face as you unzipped your dufflebag, the blue blood pouches and thirium pumps you carried were in fact luminescent but definitely not enough to help you navigate your way through the ship. After a little more digging you found an old lighter that you'd throw in your bag. "This should do.." Your voice echoed as did your bags zipper when you closed it again. Standing, you flicked the lighter a couple of times before it finally lit, the soft orange glow illuminated just enough ahead of you to keep going.

You jumped as you hear scuttling in the corridors in front of you, gasping when you heard whispers pass by. A quick breeze blew out your lighters flame and you groaned silently to yourself. Once you got a flame started up again you continued through the ship faster than before. A few minutes later you saw a light at the end of a corridor, though dim, it was still a light. You picked up your pace, practically jogging towards the glow. You smiled as you felt yourself growing closer only to be pushed to the ground as you collided with an android. They gasped and leaned down to help you up, "I'm so sorry I wasn't looking-" They cut themselves off upon looking into your eyes. Quickly, they let go of your hand, watching you curiously. You laughed nervously and shook your head. "It's ok I wasn't paying attention either." You grabbed the strap of your duffel bag "Are you looking for Jericho?" You asked and they nodded after a second. You offered them a small smile and they gave you one back, though it was rushed. "Excuse me," They said before quickly rushing towards the light that you were chasing so desperately minutes ago.

You quirked a brow before following the android at your own pace. Now that you knew that- that was the entrance there was no need to rush. When you did get there you shuffled your way through the half open rusted metal door and founds yourself on a balcony of sorts. You looked out upon the vast sea of broken down or injured androids. A frown fell upon your face, it really was a sad sight. The humming of an android in the corner seemed to tie it all together. You turned to go down the stairs and were met face to face with three androids and what looks to be a potato sack. "uhh.." you stuttered out as they looked at you with untrusting eyes. One of them smirked and before you know it your vision was cut off from someone behind you.

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When you awoke you found yourself surrounded in darkness. You only noticed the tightness of the space when you attempted to lift your arm. You sighed and struggled to reach upwards. When your hand did get free enough to reach up you found that you could barely extend your arm forward. "ugh, dammit," You muttered as you shuffled your hand back down. Blinking, you noticed the small hole that was directly in front of you in the crate. Feeling with your hand you noticed there were many of them, was this there way of letting you breath? You peeked through the hole and saw that you were in a room with two large windows on either side of the door, there was railing outside so you had to be on the second floor at least.

You're not sure how much had passed with the faint sounds of people walking by. You heard voices now though, three? Maybe four? You squinted your eyes as you tried to find out where they were coming from. After a while four figures had emerged from the side of your small view. You could barely catch a glance at their figures. They opened the door of the room you were trapped in and you heard one of them sigh. "Was the crate really necessary?" One of them said as the other hummed. "W-we weren't really sure what to do with her, what if she woke up after we knocked her out and tried to hurt us?!" You recognized that voice, it was the android that you'd met before coming in here, huh, so that's why they were so on edge. "Hey hey, calm down." The voice from before spoke. "You did just fine." Another voice cut in, though this time it was a woman's. "We'll take it from here." Another voice said, another male. You saw one of the androids leave, presumably the one that put you in here.You heard one of the androids sigh, "Let's hope she's not dead." The guy who spoke first spoke again. "There's holes in it look, she's got air to breath." The woman said, you could hear the smile in her voice as if she was trying to hold back laughter. "Let's just get this over with."

You felt the crate you were in shake as the lid was getting pulled open, shutting your eyes as light flooded into the dark box. You blinked a couple of times to let your eyes adjust before looking at the three androids that stood above you. The one on the left was a white android, blond hair and blue eyes, he tried to glare but he didn't look too menacing. The one on the right was a woman, her auburn hair fell from a beanie on her head, her glare was much sharper than the other ones. Lastly, the guy in the middle. His face was stoic and his mismatched eyes were serious as he looked down upon you. He was intimidating, and pretty. You sat up quick and stretched which made the android on the left jump back slightly. "Geez my back is killing me." You said, and stood up, stepping out the crate. "Stop. Stay right there." The woman said and you stopped. You put your hands up to show that you were unarmed. You understand that this can be a very stressful situation for them and not just because of the red glow on the side of ones face.

"How did you find us." The guy in the middle spoke before you could and your eyes flickered to his. "I had a little...help." You shrugged. "From who?" "An android." You heard the woman whisper something about a traitor as she turned to pace. "Are there any more of you?" You shook your head and sighed. "I came to help I'm not a threat." "To help?" The woman spoke, her tone was sharp. "Yes." You looked around and found your bag near the door. You took a step to get it causing them all to flinch back. You stopped and gestured towards the bag. "I have stuff to help in there I promise." You tried to grab it again but got pushed back by the woman. "Back the hell up." "North!" The guy with the mismatched eyes stopped her. She gave him a glare that he did nothing with as he turned to you. "What exactly is in the bag?" "Blue blood and components." His eyes never left yours as his eyebrows furrowed.

"North check the bag." His finger barely lifted towards the bag and she scoffed. "What if it's a trap?!" "It's not I swear!" "As if I'd believe you." she rolled her eyes. "She's telling the truth." The guy with blond hair spoke. It was only now that you noticed that he'd opened the bag while you and this girl North were going back and forth. Her head snapped in his direction as he held up a bag of blue blood and some android parts. She went over to the bag and shuffled through it, going silent for once. "Markus there's stuff in here that could aid us for weeks! Many androids can get the treatment they need." The blond spoke to the man who still stood in front of you. Markus huh? He must be their leader. A smile grew on both of their faces as the girl, North glanced around before her eyes landed on you. "I told you, I'm here to help." They looked back towards you. "Why? Are you trying to play some hero?" North asked as she stood. Markus sighed at her wording but still nodded in agreement. "What was your reasoning for this exactly?" His eyes scanned over you as you explained yourself. "I think you all deserve freedom, Androids have been kinder to me than most humans have." You smiled and nodded along to your own words. "I used to have one, an android, but I let her go when she told me how she was feeling. She contacted me, told me about Jericho and how nice it felt to be free, though she kept mentioning how many androids were sick and breaking down so I offered to help." You took a step forward towards Markus but this time he didn't take a step back. "I want to help so let me, I can get you guys whatever you need but if you never want to see me again I understand that and I'll leave and I'll never mention this place to anyone."

After a beat of Silence Markus stepped forward and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Thank you.." A smile played at his lips as you nodded. It was you who reminded him that there are more humans like Carl, that there are more humans that will stand up with them, that there's actual hope in this little resistance. In this fight for freedom.

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There For The Big Day (Detroit Become Human X Reader)

Characters:  Detroit Become Human X Reader (There’s no direct x reader, everyone just gets along :)  (Except Gavin lol))

Universe: Detroit Become Human

Warnings: Spoilers to the game

Request: Kara and luther is about to have the greatest wedding of all time. They invite the reader because the reader helped them escape to Canada. This wedding is so expensive and great. 

“Kara! Y/N is here!” Alice’s voice was heard from her room upstairs, filled with excitement as soon she was bounding down the stairs, rushing to the front door of the small house and throwing the door open and rushing out. Kara was immediately up to go watch her, a natural reaction for her at this point, and she stood on the doorway of her front door as she watched you step take Alice in your arms, throwing her up as high as you could, making the child giggle as she was able to wrap her arms around your neck. 

“Ah! I’ve missed you! Have you been good for Kara and Luther?” You asked the girl who you placed on your hip as your other companions got out of the car- Connor, Hank and Markus. Connor smiled softly at the sight of you with the girl, Markus smiled at Kara and Hank gave her a small awkward wave. Alice nodded at your question before you placed her down to greet Kara as she walked up to greet you as well, Luther now emerging from the house as well to do the same. You pulled her into a hug first, rocking her slightly side to side, and Kara relished in the hug. The last time you had given her a hug was to wish the family luck in crossing the border. Now here you were, just over a year later, in Canada, happy, safe, and with the passing of the new law thanks to Markus, Luther and Kara were getting married in just a few short days, making it the perfect time for a reunion and a catch up. 

You weren’t an android, being a simple human being just like Hank, though you were very different from the Lieutenant. During the revolution, even before things really kicked off, even before Markus and Kara had deviated, you were involved, and an activist for them. You worked mostly behind the scenes, though kept a normal life front to avoid attention. You helped move deviants around Detroit from safehouse to safehouse, created cover stories, and you helped Kara, Luther and Alice to cross the border, personally taking them there to ensure they got there safe. When things started to go in the android’s favour, people started to calm and listen to what was being said, and Markus was given airtime to talk about these things, it wasn’t a rare thing for Markus to bring you along on occasion to be his back up against those who would oppose him since they tended to see you as an equal compared to him, and also to set an example for others. You were great at it, people listened to you, you were charismatic and outspoken evenly. While Kara was always careful to not expose Alice to too much about what was happening back in Detroit and other states in fear she’d see the riots or something violent that would frighten her, but she always got excited when she saw you on the screen with Markus. You also had set up meetings with the police in Detroit, with help from Hank and Connor, to ensure from then on, cases involving androids were treated sensitively, properly, and that they were treated like humans. Hank made sure Gavin attended all 50 meetings, which included repeats, each lasting anywhere from 1 hour to 3. 

“Kara, can I show my dress?” Alice asked excitedly. Kara pulled away from you to look at her adopted daughter. 

“Alright, but don’t put it on yet, alright? We don’t want to ruin it.” Kara told her. The little girl nodded, and she grabbed your hand. In response, you grabbed Connor, and forced him along as well, taking him by surprise for a second as you and Alice dragged him along, making Markus, Luther and Hank laugh. 

“Are you excited to make it official?” Hank asked, leaning on the car. Kara turned and smiled at Luther, who smiled back lovingly, before they turned back to him.

“We can’t wait.” Luther responded. “We’re the first in Canada, so it’s a big deal. We want it to be a small thing, but there’s gonna be press there probably…” 

“Don’t worry, me and Connor will deal with it if they show up. We’ve made a few calls so they’ll be some dressed down officers in the back just in case to escort them out. You just worry about getting the words right and not stuttering.” Hank assured. “Speaking of Connor, I should probably go make sure that Y/N and Alice aren’t forcing him to play dress up.” Hank excused himself to go into the house, leaving the couple with Markus. 

“Thank you for officiating our wedding, Markus. There’s not really anyone in our area who’s capable of doing it who’s willing.” Kara explained to him. 

“Don’t worry about it, it’s an honour.” Markus smiled at them. The distinct sound of a little girl laughing her head off was heard distantly in the house, followed by the sound of Hank laughing as well soon reached them, telling them something had happened. 

“Let’s go see what they’re up to.” Luther chuckled, leading the way into the house, followed by Kara and Markus, just in time to see you running down the stairs with your little pea in a pod Alice on your back, giggling her head off, wearing a distinct jacket several sizes too big for her, and not far behind was Connor, jacketless, though he had a smile on his face.

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Chapter 8 of Only one!!

for those of you who actually like and read my fic, im sorry this took so long. i hope you enjoy this chapter! 

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DBH Connor x fem reader

WARNINGS: reader is an android like Connor but she is a deviant (and so is Connor), parts of murder and of abusive owner, angst to fluff

You are a deviant, your owner was very abusive to you, he/she always hit you with a baseball bat and always said this phrase:

“You goddamn piece of plastic! You are nothing!”

So one day, your true self have finally woke up, you finally freed yourself from your master’s rules. Next thing you did was grab the same baseball bat your owner hit you, and broke his bones, piece… by… piece.

Somehow you felt… relieved. The moment when you saw he/her closing their eyes while bleeds, your led turns it from red to blue. What you didn’t knew it’s that your owner was about to have visits.

So you only heard a woman’s scream and then she ran away from the house and called the police. You started to panic and you ran away. You never stopped running, you knew a place called: Jericho. A place where androids are free.

When you were running, you felt something grabbing your leg, it was an android’s arm, from some broken android, and then more androids appeared and started to pull you on the ground. It’s like you were drowning and you were asking for help, you saw Connor, your lover, in front of you.

“Connor, please! Help me!”

But he just watched you with a serious face and then he pulled his gun and shot at you

“Goodbye, Y/n”

That is when you finally woke up, it was just a nightmare… damn, does androids have bad dreams too?! You looked at your side and saw Connor looking right you. With a worried face.

Connor is a deviant too, he joined Jericho after he tried to stop Markus. And then he met you there. You liked everything about him, and the same with him. And then you two started dating.

“Y/n… is something wrong? I saw you trembling while sleeping and-”

“Connor! Oh my God, I thought I would lost you…”

You hugged him tightly, like your life depends on him

“I had a bad dream”

“Really? What was it about? If you feel uncomfortable, you don’t need to tell me”

“No… I need to tell you more about me. I didn’t told you my past, how I became a deviant… you might had heard of (Owner’s name)”

“(Owner’s name). I think I know them, they were murdered by his own android, a KW600. They were beaten by a baseball bat, all the bones of their body were broken”

You only looked at him with concern, he was looking at you with curiosity eyes until he get it

“You are the KW600, why did you killed them?!”

“GODDAMN IT, CONNOR! AFTER ALL THE DEVIANTS CRIMINALS, YOU STILL WANT TO KNOW WHY I KILLED HIM?! HE BEATED ME ALL THE TIME, WITH THAT BASEBALL BAT. AGAIN! AND AGAIN! UNTIL ONE DAY, I BROKE FREE FROM HIS ORDERS AND I’VE DECIDED TO KILL HIM, I’VE NEVER FELT SO RELIEVED IN MY LIFE AND YOU CAN JUDGE ME WHATEVER YOU WANT, BUT I DON’T CARE!”

Connor’s eyes widen by this sudden act of yours, but he only got up and embraced you. Surprising you.

“It’s okay. He/She is not here anymore. You are safe with me”

You only cried on his shoulder and he patted your head.

“I will never judge you, don’t worry. I’m not that Connor anymore. I’m totally different. And I’m here with you, always by your side”

Thx for reading! And I’ve opened Detroit: Become Human requests, so feel free to ask them. But read the rules first

Have a good day/afternoon/night! Bye 😘

[staticl0ve]

Master Fic List

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

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

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

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FAQ:

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

Do you take requests?

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

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Connor Fics

Connor x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

🌹 Forget Me Not (18+)

Connor x AFAB!Reader - gender neutral

✈️ Home (+18)

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

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Nines (RK900) Fics

Nines / Female Reader

🤘Dancing with the Devil (Spy AU) 18+

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

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Sixty (RK800 60) Fics

Sixty X Female Reader

🌻 Sunflower (18+)

🔥 Things I Hate About You (18+)

Sixty x AFAB!Reader (gender neutral)

🩹 Kiss it Better (18+)

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Multi fics (poly fics)

Markus x Female Reader x Machine Connor

🌿 The Garden of Eden (18+) Chap 10/11

Shorts

🏡 The Boy Next Door (fem!reader)

Watermelon Sugar - Connor Pt. 1

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

The Heartbreak Prince - Sixty Pt.1

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

You Drive Me Crazy - Nines Pt.1

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

[pendragon-writes]

Hello I hope you’ve been having a great day! I was wondering if I could request a Markus x male reader fic where the reader is part android and part human so he isn’t exactly liked by androids or humans. However Markus is completely enamored with him and lets him know that and like calls him the most beautiful being or something sweet like that. Thank you! Also its so cool you write for DBH quite literally no one does and if there are they in most cases are fem readers.

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Hi and thank you so much for the request!! And thank you again! It’s really disappointing the lack of M!reader stuff their are for DBH but hey that’s why I’m here for that and other fandoms 😌

[drawingangel666]

Biker girl (requested) Markus x fem!reader

DBH Masterlist

Markus Masterlist

Request: Hello are you taking requests for DBH? If you are could I ask for something with Markus, post-Revolution him and the Jericrew ( North, Josh and Simon) are all hanging out walking around until Markus bumps into someone, he goes to apologize but gets tongue tie when he see this cool biker chick with an awesome motorcycle, maybe they exchange numbers to get coffee as an "apology" and as the group walk away they are just teasing the fuck out of Markus. Ty and I'm sorry if this is a big request, if you don't want to do it I understand! Have a great day/night

Summary: that same thing as the request. I add a little something but it doesn’t change the plot.

Pairing: Markus x fem!reader

Y/F/C: your favorite color

Markus POV.

It’s been some months after the pacific manifestation on Detroit. Humans have accepted us, and now we have the respect that we deserve. 

North, Simon and Josh have grown closer to me, we are a family. 

Since then we have real jobs, getting paid, and living a life that any rational creature can live. 

Today, we wanted to celebrate North’s birthday ( the day she was built). We went to a bar. Nowadays bars have also options for androids. Sometimes human drinks are not good for our components. We went on a bar, and later on, we went dancing. Well, at least, Josh and Simon. North and I are not into dancing around.

We celebrated all night. The neon lights of the place created an almost hypnotic ambience. 

After paying, some drinks, I tried fining my friends, which was difficult. I suddenly bumped into someone, I didn’t spill my drinks, but she did loose hers. 

I looked at her eyes to apologize, but I couldn’t say a word. She looked up at me and said a ´´sorry``. Before she walked away I said ´´Hey, I am sorry. Let me buy you a drink to compensate``.  She turned around. ´´Oh`` she smirked playfully ´´So you DO talk``. She laughed a little bit, I laughed too. 

Simon got close and got the drinks from me. I told him what happened and walked away with the girl. 

Once we were near the bar, I could see her better. Her outfit was breathtaking. I didn’t know what was happening to me. I had already unlocked the human feelings, what was this?

I asked for a drink, payed and started talking to the girl. She told me her name. Y/n, what a beautiful name, for such a stunning girl. She also told me that she was a biker. 

I followed her to the door of the club, opening it for her. As we walked outside I was amazed with her motorcycle. It was a black Yamaha that had small sparkles of (Y/F/C). She looked really badass with that. 

I felt like my circuits were exploding inside of me when she looked at me in the eyes again. I felt my blood go to my cheeks. Was this blush?

We talked a little bit until she had to leave. We exchanged numbers, I am sure I’ll call her right away. Wait, humans don’t do such things. Do they?

How can I resist the feeling of numbness when I don’t see her? Why do I feel like jumping and skipping in my walk every time I am with her?

Is this what humans call love sick?

[all-gummed-up-inside]

Anything w bottom markus im BEGGING (preferably not with any degradation though if you can?)

Cannot tell me this man wouldn't want it to be soft and slow most of the time! Especially preJericho Markus!

Soft moans and quiet whimpers are the only things heard as you slowly finger Markus open, it's not needed nor require really, but it makes him feel more human knowing that you'll go through with prepping him regardless.

Cover his face, neck, or anywhere you can reach really, in kisses! He LOVES that shit so much, cover his face in kisses while telling him how great he is n’ how much you love him is such an easy way to get him on his hands and knees begging for a taste of you<3

He’s not into anything too hard, preJericho!Markus especially. The hardest he can do is light degradation here and there, sure he has spunk even before Jericho, but he’s just a huge softy. PostJericho!Markus has his moments sure, but can only handle so much degradation before he starts believing it a little. Just don’t go too far with degradation such as calling him nonhuman, and he’ll be happy with it for the most part <3

[forsakenoathkeeper]

I Am Alive (chapter 13/?)

Chapter 13: Shattered Porcelain

Deviant!Connor[RK800] x (fem!)Reader Rated M(18+) for canon-typical violence and gore, medical procedures, and graphic sexual content

Chapters: 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • 10 • 11 • 12 • 13 • more coming soon

You can also read on AO3 & thank you for supporting me ♥

Author's notes:

There are a handful of android medical procedures in this chapter. Could be uncomfortable if you're squeamish. I'm not an expert with the lore. So, I tried to have it fit with DBH's android anatomy; but, if I'm being honest, I pretty much made this up as I went along.

Also, this chapter is super cheesy with lots of cameos.

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The place Connor brought you to was a rundown building that looked like it was an apartment complex once upon a time. The sight left a sinking feeling in your gut, mainly because androids were living in this squabble and there was nothing you could do about it.

You followed behind Connor, who had a death grip on your hand. He was likely more afraid than you were. You placed your free hand on his shoulder to try to urge him to relax. You were ready to tell him as such; however, when you crossed the threshold into the place he called 'Haven', the words died on your tongue.

The floor was bare concrete and the walls were decades behind on a much-needed paint job. The place somehow had electricity, likely from a makeshift generator. At the least, there were some functioning lights; but, they were all covered in dust with dead bugs lining the interior fixtures.

The androids had cleared out the center to make room for the supplies Kamski had wrangled up. They were neatly organized across several crates acting as tables. As soon as you stepped in with Connor, many eyes landed on you, ranging from nervous to distrust.

Their states ranged from pristine to chipped to severely damaged, limbs missing, sauntered poorly to prevent thirium loss. Many of them had stitched together mismatched parts to try to regain some semblance of order. You couldn't imagine what that must have felt like.

You nudged at Connor's forearm until he got the message and let go of your hand. He remained close, his presence looming and protective.

Markus was quick to make himself known. "Thank you for all of this," he said, gesturing to the supplies in the center of the room. "Really I... I don't know how to properly thank you."

"I-it wasn't from me," you said, feeling nervous. "More of a messenger, really."

Your eyes swept the floor, where some androids stared at you with abandon and others were trying not to stare. You swallowed nervously, not knowing where to start, if any of them even wanted you touching them.

Some androids had already taken to the supplies and were patching each other up. Androids might have been more knowledgeable about their own anatomy than humans often were of themselves; but, not all problems were simple.

An android pushed his way through the crowd and approached you with haste.

"It's you," he said, a beaming smile on his face.

You and Connor recognized the android immediately. He had been driving a Cyberlife supply truck that was attacked by protestors. You had pulled him out of the wreckage and saved him.

"When they said a nurse was coming, I was hoping-" he cut himself off, sounding choked up and excited. "If it wasn't for you, I'd be dead," he proclaimed. His words eased the tension that had been building up inside you and left you bubbling with pride. You didn't know what to do but to smile at him.

"C-can you-" he stammered. "We have someone who's very damaged."

"I'll do my best," you replied, trying to mask how nervous you felt. You squeezed at the handle on your shoulder bag, the weight of your tools suddenly feeling much heavier.

The android ducked back into the crowd with haste.

You were shocked when he returned with another android in his arms. It was immediately obvious to you that the android was shut down. He was limp, eyes open and staring ahead blindly, LED on his temple off, a stoic expression on his face.

He was an WR600 model, still wearing his factory default uniform. However, he had a tarp wrapped around his shoulders, wearing it like a poncho.

The artificial skin on his hands and wrists had been scraped down to the android shell beneath. He had a gaping wound on his right forearm that went beyond the shell and exposed the membrane beneath. It was pulsing blue, indicating he was still functioning.

You followed them to a makeshift table, where the android set the WR600 model down carefully. As you maneuvered around to get a better look, the left side of the unconscious WR600's face came into view, and you audibly gasped.

Someone had struck him, hard, multiple times, across the face. His jaw was indented, skin scraped off to expose the pale white shell underneath. The cuts were so deep that the blue membrane beneath was exposed. Cracks split out from the gashes, like shattered porcelain.

The damage had shattered the protective sheathing on his right optical. Thirium had leaked into it, staining the entire eyeball blue. The gashes ran up into his hairline and one ran low enough to split at the corner of his lip.

You had seen androids looking far worse than this before; but, still, you never got over it.

"W-what-" you stammered, silencing yourself when you realized how pointless it was to ask.

It was obvious what had happened.

"Why is he powered off?" you asked hesitantly, looking up at the android who had carried him over to you. Your first assumption was that something was very wrong with him.

"We had to force him offline," the android replied, not looking proud of that. "He was... erratic."

You wondered if he meant the android was erratic when he heard a human was coming, or if he was always like that. Considering the damage, you wouldn't have been surprised if it was the former.

"I - uhm," you stammered nervously. "I need someone to be his guardian - to consent to this, since he can't. Are you close?"

The android looked uneasy, but also touched by your words. "He's not close to anyone."

You swallowed nervously and did your best to keep your gaze off the room and focused more heavily on the WR600. You hadn't worked on an unconscious android since before the revolution. The thought made your stomach churn.

Sensing your frustration, Connor approached you. His concerned face came into view in the corner of your eye.

'You don't have to do this,' is likely what he was going to say.

Not wanting to give him the chance, you said, boldly, "I'm okay, Connor."

He looked uneasy for a moment, LED solid yellow, as he tried to fight himself on this. You being here made him really uncomfortable; but, he knew how much this mattered to you. Part of him also knew that these androids needed this. It wasn't just for repairs, but to give them some hope that humans like you existed in this world.

When Connor stepped away, you rotated over to the powered off WR600.

"What's his name?" you asked as you set your bag down carefully and unzipped the top.

"Ralph," the android who had carried him over answered.

After pulling out some tools, you reached around the back of Ralph's ear to open his access panel. With a heave, you lifted him by the shoulder to gain access to his upper back and easily found the release for his skull.

His appearance was alarming; but, you were more concerned with the high possibility of damaged internal components.

As expected, one of Ralph's processing units was cracked. The good news is that it was a common model, and one that Kamski had supplied dozens of.

You investigated his eye next. As soon as you opened the socket, thirium leaked out and spilt all over the table. It wasn't enough to concern you, and you carefully removed his optical unit. Upon a closer inspection, you were confident it was still operational.

With a free hand, you yanked a clean container out of your bag to set the optical unit it so you could investigate the sheathing. The gold platers on the connector were still intact; but, the sheathing closest to his temple was cracked. Luckily, it could be repaired the same way you intended to repair the dents on his face.

It was less preferable than completely replacing the shell pieces; however, you didn't have access to any of those. He would have very noticeable scars. You hoped, at least, they would be more preferable to an exposed membrane.

For a moment, you set your tools down and scurried along the line of android parts until you located a box containing processors. Ralph's was easy to locate and was the first thing you replaced on him.

With that complete, you pulled more tools from your bag and a small ingot of android skin. You started with the protective sheathing around the eye before slowly, carefully filling in the cracks in his face. You did your best to match the contours of his cheek bones and jawline, suddenly feeling more like a sculptor than an engineer.

Connor tried to give you space while you worked. He was far enough away to not hover, but close enough to get to you quickly, if needed. You were too focused to notice, thankfully.

"Do you remember us?" a soft, feminine voice beckoned to him, startling him out of his trance.

Two female androids stepped into his peripheral. They were WR400 models, one with long, dark blue hair, and the other with very short, light brown, almost red hair.

Connor didn't immediately reply; but, the look in his eyes gave them his answer.

They were the Traci models who had escaped the Eden Sex Club last winter. The last time he saw them, they were running away, hands cupped tightly together. They looked much the same today, hands still tightly intertwined, the same look of adoration on their faces.

"You had a clear shot," the short haired Traci stated. "I know you did, several times; but, you let us go."

"I-" Connor stammered, finding himself at a loss of words.

Back then, he didn't understand their behavior, why he couldn't bring himself to shoot them, even when they had their backs turned, why Hank looked so impressed - proud - when he let them go. He didn't understand how they could find comfort in each other, why they were afraid of losing of each other, of not being able to hold and touch again.

He had changed since then - changed a lot, in fact.

Now, he understood.

"We're grateful," the blue haired Traci said, standing so close to her partner that their shoulders touched. "We're still together because of you."

"I didn't do anything worthy of praise," Connor said lowly, his eyes expressing the turmoil in his thoughts.

"Even if you don't think so, we know what you did," the short haired Traci declared, expression soft on her face.

"You understand, now," the blue haired android stated boldly, briefly turning around to steal a glance at you. It didn't go unnoticed, the way Connor gripped your hand when you entered the building, how he stared at you protectively while you worked.

Strangely, he didn't feel scrutinized by the two female androids. They seemed... happy for him.

He nodded silently, at a loss for what to say to them, and the two ladies departed, leaving him alone in his thoughts.

He thought about what they had endured, having to be used by strangers, by people who didn't think of them as living beings. Up until that moment, when they jumped the fence, they lived a life where they were believed unfeeling. They would return to one and other's arms to try to find solace in what consisted of their lives: play things for humans.

Connor thought about how strong they were, that they could endure that for so long.

He couldn't bear the thought-

If anyone dared tried to touch you, he would-

You were still hunched over the WR600 when Connor wretched himself from his thoughts before they wandered into territory that should probably be alone.

You had opened the android's forearms, trying to determine if any wires were damaged. Feeling inspired, Connor huffed softly and trotted over to you. You were so focused that you didn't see him coming and gasped when his hand came into view.

"G-geez, Connor," you scolded him softly, catching the sight of his freckled face in the corner of your eye.

He reached into the android's exposed wiring, his artificial, human skin, fading away. "I'll stimulate the wires so you can determine which are defective," he explained.

In the corner of his eye, Connor could see you smile. "That would help a lot. Thank you."

He sent jolts along the lines. Ones that worked properly gave a response, a very subtle twitch of the hand on the powered off android. Ones that didn't gave no response. They were not major, which meant the use of his hands wouldn't be completely severed; but, his movement would be limited, gestures abrupt or sporadic.

Sometime later, with Connor's help, you had replaced seven wires on one hand and four on the other.

You had enough material to at least cover the exposed membrane on his wrists; but, you didn't have enough to fill in gaps where the artificial human skin was lost. At the very least, you could protect the android muscle tissue.

Connor watched you fill in those wounds in silence, knowing he couldn't do much else. When that was done, you retrieved a saline wash from your bag to cleanse Ralph's eye before carefully returning it to the socket.

"Alright," you sighed, patting your hands together. "That's... all I can do for now."

A couple androids gathered around, one reaching for Ralph to prop him up. "Wow. You did all that without a replacement shell?" one of them commented, the awe in their tone making your heart flutter.

The way they admired the WR400 made you feel something sickeningly sweet. The scars on his face were noticeable; but, the fine cracks were filled in well enough to almost be seamless, unless the light hit just right. The fibrous material beneath his android skin was covered fully. His artificial human skin was mostly intact, minus his hands.

All you could hope was that he would like it. The damaged processor could cause speech issues and potential lapses in judgement; however, his behavior, as described by his fellow androids, was likely a developed trait from trauma. You knew you couldn't fix that, only hope that a new processor would aid his recovery.

Connor stepped between you and Ralph as they powered him on. You moved around Connor, trying to push him out of the way. You wanted to see him wake up, wanted to see life blossom into his hazel eyes.

It didn't blossom, per say, but he suddenly jolted forward and twitched, eyes bright and wild, suddenly very much awake. He looked around hastily, annoyance immediately appearing on his face.

"How dare you power Ralph off-!" he whined loudly, pushing against the hands that held him. They let go at his protest, but remained close as a precaution.

Suddenly, Ralph stopped, looking down at his arms. He gasped, rotated his limbs around to examine them. His hands slid over opposing arms, touching the spots you had filled as if he doubted what his optical processor was showing him. His mouth hung agape and his eyes were wide and bright.

"Ralph's hands are-" he stammered, staring at them in wonder and disbelief.

He realized, faintly, that he could see properly again out of his left eye. Ralph's dominant hand rose and he touched his face, eyes shifting away from you and staring into a random direction. He gasped when he felt the scars left behind from the work you had done.

After that, he recognized a firmware update reading on his HUD, and realized one of his processors had been replaced - the very one that he painstakingly ignored for months, his HUD constantly giving him warnings about how the unit was in imminent failure and needed to be replaced.

Suddenly, Ralph looked up and scanned the room hastily. His eyes landed on you and he froze. You were wearing scrubs and had some thirium stained on your hands. It was an obvious conclusion to come to.

"A - a human...?" he asked lowly. "No - no human would help Ralph - me... me..." he uttered, seemingly to himself. He looked down at his hands resting on his lap.

You didn't know what to say to him, if there was anything you could say that he would possibly want to hear. He seemed more confused than anything else.

"She did, Ralph," one of the androids offered softly, their hand falling onto the blonde android's shoulder cautiously.

He looked up at you again, his lips moving slightly in what appeared to be an unconscious, nervous tick. "Humans wouldn't without - without a reason," he uttered.

The android twitched when he saw your hopeful expression shift and sadness reflected in your eyes.

"R-Ralph didn't mean-" he stammered, lowering his head. His hands came up and gripped the sides of his skull, the touch a little rough, but not enough to hurt himself. "-didn't mean to be ungrateful," he choked out.

"It's okay," another android urged him gently.

Ralph avoided looking at you again. He made a movement to stand and the androids huddled around him backed up. He rose to his feet, stealing a glance at you over his shoulder before shuffling away and disappearing into the crowd. It was hard to make clear of his expression; but, to you, it looked like guilt.

You didn't blame him, or hold any contempt, not even for a second. He likely had never been shown the slightest bit of kindness in his short life.

"Thank you," one of the androids said softly, approaching with you a smile. "He may not show it, but..."

"It's okay," you replied, sincerely. "I understand."

Not long after Ralph departed, a TR400 android approached you, asking if you could examine his left eye. After popping the optical unit out and verifying it was undamaged, you noticed one of the connector pins was bent.

"I don't have a replacement connector; but, I have a soldering kit if you trust me?" you asked him. He seemed grateful that you were willing to try more so than anything else.

It took a little while, as you were slow and careful. But, it was worth it to have the optical pop back into place with a soft click and to see the android blink carefully. He looked around, iris shifting subtly in his eyeball as his vision adjusted.

"It's working now," he chirped, the corner of his eyes wrinkling with his smile.

"I'm glad," you replied softly. You meant it, really. It was always a risk to attempt to fix connectors yourself; but, you had some pride in knowing that you were usually successful.

Right as the android left, a WB200 hesitantly approached you, one hand cupped over his opposite elbow in a nervous gesture.

Before he could get too close, Connor startled you when he suddenly grabbed you by the arm and yanked you back, pulling you behind him and stepping into the space between you and the other android. He glared down at the smaller android, who put up his hands defensively.

"Con - what are you-" you squeaked, nearly tripping over your own feet as the android pulled at you.

"Please, wait, I-" the WB200 pleaded, his voice low and frightened. His hair was short and messy and he had a very boyish face that matched his voice. "I'm sorry about what I did, I - I just couldn't let you catch me."

A little annoyed, you pushed at Connor's sides and stepped around him.

"He's dangerous," Connor warned, eyes not yet moving from the other android. You gawked at the detective, recognizing the distrust in his eyes, before moving your gaze to the WB200. He looked afraid of Connor, and it became immediately obvious that they had history.

"I'm sorry - I mean it. If you caught me, I would've been sent back - and - and destroyed - I - I was scared," he insisted.

He had pushed Hank off the roof in order to escape being captured. If Connor hadn't gotten there fast enough, Hank might have fallen to his death. The android had good reason to be afraid. Connor knew that; but, if he was willing to risk a human life-

The detective was taken aback when you nudged past him and approached the android.

"What's wrong?" you asked him softly, ignoring the hole Connor was burning in the back of your head with his stare.

"I - ugh-" the android stammered, startled by your insistence and still intimidated by the detective android. His eyes flickered away from you for a second, giving Connor a worried look. "My - my right leg. I damaged it when I fell."

You stepped back and the WB200 demonstrated. He took a few steps and you could see the awkward way his leg moved. It was clearly unnatural, and shifted in a way that would have caused a human a great deal of pain. The leg also made an unpleasant creaking sound with each step, crying out in protest from the pressure.

"Lay down please," you asked, gesturing to the makeshift table Ralph had been laying on a moment ago. As he did, you explained, "I - I'm sorry, but, you'll have to undress."

"I understand," he replied lowly, struggling to meet your gaze.

He was wearing a scraggly pair of jeans, likely taken from a dumpster, and a hoodie. He peeled his pants down his legs, wearing nothing underneath. WB200's were designed for manual labor, typically farming or light maintenance. You weren't surprised to find he lacked any male anatomy.

Before you had to ask, he opened the access panel covering his knee, which allowed you to look inside at the wiring, artificial muscles and bones.

"The knee joint is out of alignment," you stated, trying to examine his knee without touching him just yet.

"May I?" you asked, holding your hands up to show what you were requesting. He nodded, lips thin and eyes not hiding how nervous he was.

You pulled back the shell loosely covering his knee to take a better look at the artificial muscle that allowed proper leg movement. He had abandoned maintaining a human skin tone on his leg; or, that function had been damaged when he fell. His skin tone ended at his waist and he was factory default white below.

You stepped away from him briefly to locate some pliars.

Connor had stepped back to give you space, but was still watching, now more so out of amazement than worry. You were absolutely fearless. It simultaneously impressed and infuriated him. You also were ignoring him fiercely.

"What's your name?" you asked the WB200 when you returned to the table.

He gave you a look, suggesting he was contemplating not answering.

"...Rupert," he eventually said, swallowing roughly afterward.

"Rupert, we don't have these parts; so, I'm gonna see if I can fix the alignment myself. We'll have to follow at the hip joint afterward to manually reset the alignment. It will likely hurt," you explained carefully.

"I'm not afraid," Rupert blurted boldly.

"That's good," you responded, reaching behind yourself to yank a chair in closer and plop down before digging into his knee.

You were so focused on the joint that you didn't hear the commotion going on around you, not until some music started playing. You paused for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden melody.

You tossed a look over your shoulder and saw that someone had arranged some pieces of equipment to fashion together a radio. "That'll liven the place up," one of the androids proclaimed proudly, admiring her work proudly.

Once, it might have been a funny thought to imagine androids enjoying music. Hearing their excitement over the piano, bass, and gentle drum brought a smile to your face. It was jazz, soft and relaxing, with no vocals. Something so subtle so drastically changed the atmosphere in the room.

"Okay. I think I got the joint back in place," you declared, standing up and smacking the sheathing back into place. Rupert had been hyper focused on you the entire; when you shifted your gaze from his knee to his face, he looked more relaxed than when you had started.

"Can you open your hip?" you requested, standing at his waist. He nodded, lifting his hoodie to his ribs. His skin faded whilst the panel opened. Manual joint alignments required calibrations at the base for most models. Few could do it automatically. Rupert unfortunately was not one of those models.

"Ready?" you asked, gently pushing back the fibrous, artificial muscle to reach the joint panel.

"Yes," he replied immediately.

You pinched the reset key. His leg twitched and Rupert let out a bizarre, staticky sound, clearly one of pain. The alignment seemed to go off fine; but, his power conductors were likely not state of the art, as expected for his model type. The power traveled from his chassis to the joint and gave you a little shock.

You yelped and let go, stepping back. Rupert looked at you, eyes wide with fear..

"Just a little shock," you explained quickly, trying to relax him. "It's normal."

He relaxed and moved his leg around a little. "Wow," he wheezed. "Feels better - much better." With haste, the android pulled his clothes back on and shimmied off the table and onto his feet to test the alignment. He seemed excited as he bounced around on his heels.

"I - thank you - thank you," he stammered out nervously.

You nodded at him with a smile. "Of course, Rupert."

You turned away from him to set your tools back into their proper positions, just so you wouldn't lose them later. As you did, you heard him give Connor parting words.

"I am sorry - I mean it," he said quietly. If the detective android replied, you didn't hear what he said.

Connor was faintly aware of the high possibility that you were irritated with him in that moment; however, that didn't stop him from approaching you and offering a water bottle, bringing it into your peripheral.

You had forgotten that he took the time to pack a backpack with water and food for you. You were prepared to come here with nothing; but, the android had taken the extra step to make sure you had something.

He really made it impossible to be mad at him for two seconds-

"You should take a break," he suggested softly as you chugged the water enthusiastically. You hadn't realized how thirsty you were until that moment. Leave it to Connor to be more attentive to your needs than you.

"I'm fine," you gently retorted.

"You've been going nonstop for almost four hours," Connor insisted.

"I'm fine," you said again, a little firmer than last time.

His hand fell onto your shoulder. "Please?" he requested. Connor stepped around, right in front of you, and offered his hand in a gesture that you recognized, but you had never seen directed at yourself.

Judging by the look on your face, you definitely didn't expect that from the android in that moment. You gawked at him stupidly and Connor looked back hopefully.

The music was quite fitting for that, but, still, you felt nervous.

"I-" you cut yourself off, looking conflicted.

"Am I in the doghouse?" he asked softly, almost uncertain.

Connor couldn't help but crack a grin at the way your eyes lit up and your lips twisted into a smile. You choked on a bubbly laugh at his tease.

"No," you huffed, delivering a gentle smack to his shoulder. "I just - 'm not graceful, at all, and never really..."

You took his hand anyway and the android cupped it and placed his other hand on your waist, pulling you in gently. He took note of the faint blush on your cheeks, blissfully aware that he really liked that look on you.

"I didn't know you liked to dance," you offered quietly as your free hand fell onto his shoulder.

It wasn't so much of a dance as it was two bodies swaying to a melody. But, you were close, close enough that your torso was touching his chassis, and it felt nice, comforting. You didn't really move, but more so followed the sway Connor had set.

"I don't know if I do," Connor said honestly. "I just wanted to, with you."

As always, Connor was full of surprises. Sometimes, you had to scold yourself for thinking that you knew everything about him, only for him to go and prove you very, very wrong.

"I like the music," he added on.

"Yeah," you agreed, breathlessly.

You liked the music. That much was true; but, it was hard to think straight when Connor was so close and looking at you like that.

-like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

-like nothing else in this world mattered.

His hand, that had been on your waist, shifted around so that his forearm cupped your lower back. He dipped you back, gently forcing you to arch, and you let out a surprised sound. When he pulled you back up, he looked way too proud for forcing that noise out of you.

"Brat," you huffed against his neck. You were glad he didn't apologize, because he didn't look sorry at all.

You lost track of how long you did that. The world seemed to dissipate in that moment. You weren't in an abandoned apartment complex on the industrial side of town, surrounded by damaged androids.

But, then, Connor leaned down slowly, a gesture you were quite familiar with. He gave you a second to protest or turn away. When you didn't, he carefully slotted his mouth over yours, and you suddenly, very fiercely remembered where you were. Yet, that knowledge didn't stop your eyes from fluttering shut or your heart from hammering away in your chest. If anything, it amplified it.

It was a suave kiss, almost chaste. Still, he had done it in front of all these androids. When you parted and looked up at him, his eyes met yours and they said, 'I just had to'. You couldn't bring yourself to be upset with him, or to care that half of the room was staring.

Some part of his software, that he didn't realize existed, wanted them all to know.

You were his, and he was yours.

Human.

Android.

It didn't matter. You were two living beings, and you were fucking happy, and that was all that mattered.

But, then, a sharp gasp rang out through the crowd and the radio was abruptly shut off. Connor turned his eyes to the source of the sound and realized an android had staggered back and tripped, now on their back on the ground and trying to scurry away. You tried to look over his shoulder to see what the fuss was all about.

"Markus," a masculine voice called out in despair. "How could you let them in here?"

The detective android narrowed his eyes.

It was Robert, a gun in his trembling hand.

[twoheartswrites]

Hii could you write a Markus x human reader please, could you write about how the reader helps the androids by giving them blue blood and parts their missing and Markus falls in love with him? Please and thank you 😊

Blue Blood Cargo

Fem aligned people (+ She/Her users) DNI

(FTM Friendly) Male reader x Markus

Fluff/Medium Fic

DBH

It's dark in this sewer hall, I'm sweating, and the only thing keeping me from stabbing myself with a misplaced pole is a shitty flashlight. But I know I'll be fine since I have Simon and North with me. It isn't long before I finally reach Jericho.

I place my hands on the rusty wheel, placing a good grip on it before turning it with all I've got. The door rewards me by opening with a loud creak, and I hear someone shout: "The new cargo is here!"

The deviants all turn to look at us as we enter in, and they all look so hopeful. The more I've been visiting and bringing in Cargo with a small group of other [human] people, the happier I've seen these androids become.

We place the boxes down, even going back to the hall to bring the leftovers. The boxes were filled with limbs and blue blood, some resources I got from a couple friends who work in the android industry.

"[Name], you're back"

I look over to the voice behind me I could never mistake, Markus's. Markus walks up to me with a proud look, pulling me in for a tight hug. He smells nice, and seemingly has been taking care of himself a little more. All I hoped was that he wouldn't notice my heart beating a little too quick.

"Of course I'm back, I'm your Blue Blood Angel" I joke, giving him a tight squeeze in the hug before pulling away. Markus hums lightly before looking over to the boxes to find the variety of limbs, scanning them to see if they were in appropriate states. I sigh, placing my hand onto his shoulder and direct him over to me

"Markus, you need to relax a little and trust me. I've got early cargo coming this way in two days, and then everything goes back to schedule. One visit of cargo per week. You're building each other up again slowly, but we have to be patient before making any dire actions of rebellion" I explain. I see his eyes soften for a second, as if he truly did calm down while looking at me, and it took me so much to not just kiss him right then and there.

The moment is cut short as North chuckles softly and mutters out loud enough for us to hear "Markus? Relax? Might wanna explain that to him."

Markus huffs at North's comment, crossing his arms and looks away from the shipment. He knows it's true, and the rebellion is always on his mind, but never like this. His led turns yellow and for a moment it blips to red before going back to yellow, and now I know something just isn't right.

"Can we talk? In private?" I asked.

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The roof was the perfect spot. The beautiful view of the city, the sounds of the city that I grew up in still as calming as ever. But it didn't keep me calm now, not with Markus stressed like this.

"Is something wrong? Did news come about Jericho?" I asked, concerned if maybe something or someone has blown our cover. Markus shook his head, his eyes avoiding mine as we stood in front of each. I can't help but think-

"Did I do something wrong?"

Markus's panics, eyes quickly on me again.

"No no, of course not. You're discrete, you go along with the plans, you're perfect- I just. I'm trying to find the words here" He explains. We stand there again in silence, and I feel calmer now knowing that it's not me who did something.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this, [Name]?" Markus asks softly.

"What?"

He purses his lips- "Are you sure you want to keep doing this for us? The cargo, the running, leading with me?"

"Of course I am!" I exclaim, "You guys need this. I'm not going to just drop everything all of a sudden when I know that you guys are suffering. Plus there's thousands of more Androids in hiding and/or in suffering because of this... entire situation! I want to help you"

"But you could get hurt" Markus replies "What if the police catch onto you? What if you get caught in general on your way back?"

"I'm already deep into this, Markus. If I get hurt, or someone catches me, then someone can bail me out or something" I say. The thought of going to jail or getting hurt over this is scary, and Markus knows that, but I can't just back out now.

"[Name]-"

"And so what if I get hurt? Or caught? You guys are already close enough to start spreading the word now, we're so close, Markus"

"So what if you get hurt?" Markus snaps, "[Name], the last thing I need is you getting hurt"

"I'm not the only one sending in Cargo, you have Michael and R-"

"They aren't you, [Name]. I need you."

...We both pause in the moment. It felt like a confession, but we both realized his slip up. Markus doesn't back down though, he keeps going.

"Yeah. I need you, okay? Not because you're just some blue blood and limb mailman, but because I..." He takes a deep breath, his hands fidgeting with his jacket, "Because I love you. I need you safe and alive, and doing this entire thing can lead to you injuring yourself-- or worse. And the thought of it happening to you just makes me feel dread, so please, [Name]. I just, need you to be more careful out there"

His hand softly slips onto mine, locking our hands together as he leans his face closer towards mine. Slowly and carefully, we kiss. I feel his free hand on my waist as if he wants me closer, but we both know it's too soon. So we break and press our foreheads together, eyes looking into one another.

"...I love you too, Markus. And I'm going to stand beside you in this fight, no matter what" I start, "But I promise I'll be careful too, for you"

[prismuffin]

Masterlist:

Masterlist 2 (If any links are broken please let me know!)

Marvel:

Miles Morales x male!Reader: “You knew it was going to snow, right?” Miles Morales x gn!Reader: Protection / Confession Miles Morales x gn!ninja!Reader: "You're a nin-what?" Miles Morales x male!genius!Reader: Observant Miles Morales x fem!spider-woman!Reader: Coincidence Miles Morales x mute!male!Reader: Grateful

Peter B. Parker x male!detective!Reader: Distraction

Peter Parker (any Spider-Man) x male!spider-mutant!Reader: Love and Affection

mcu!Peter Parker x black!male!witch!Reader: Best One Yet

tasm!Peter Parker x touchy!gn!Reader: Physical tasm!Peter Parker x kryptonian!male!Reader: Jealousy, Jealousy

Scott Lang x male!Reader: "Out of Milk"

Steve Rogers x male!Reader: "Mine."

Steven Grant x trans!male!reader: Long Day Steven grant x asexual(spectrum)!gn!Reader: Normal

Yelena Belova x gn! Reader: “Dont fuck it up.” Yelena Belova x ftm!Reader: "You’re looking quite masculine tonight"

Stranger Things:

Nothing yet!

The Umbrella Academy:

Luther Hargreeves x male!himbo!Reader: Jacked Dumbasses [Headcanons]

Criminal Minds:

Nothing yet!

Hitman Trilogy:

yandere!Agent 47 x gn!Reader: Patience // Garden yandere!father!Agent 47 x gn!reader: Escapade

Lucas Grey x gn!Reader: "You..."

Mission: Impossible:

dad!Ethan Hunt x son!Reader: “Talk to Me.” dad!Ethan Hunt x son!Reader: "You're My Son." Ethan Hunt x agent!male!Reader: Can't Lose You Ethan Hunt x male!Reader: Someone He Could Trust

FarCry 5:

Jacob Seed x gn!Reader: “Chapstick”

Valorant:

Nothing yet!

Detroit Become Human:

Connor (Rk800) x male!engineer!Reader: Overheated

Elijah Kamski Fluff/SFW Alphabet (gn!Reader)

Markus (dbh) x fem!human!Reader: A Helping Hand

Simon (dbh) x human!loving!gn!Reader: You are my sunshine Simon (dbh) x human!gn!Reader: Turning Blue

Our Life Beginnings & Always:

Nothing yet!

Error 143:

Nothing yet!

Sally Face:

Sal Fisher x male!reader who’s into witchcraft; Little Dark Age Sal Fisher x gn!reader; I'm Here

WatchDogs Trilogy:

Josh Sauchak Headcanons !! (gn!Reader)

Sitara Dhawan x mute!younger!sibling!reader: Simple Mistake

COD: Modern Warfare2:

Alejandro Vargas & Rodolfo Parra x trans!male!Reader: Deserving (smut included)

John Price x top!male!Reader: "PRICE?!" John Price x Simon 'Ghost' Riley (req drabble): Sleep

John "Soap" MacTavish x Sly!Flirty!Gn!Reader (headcanons)

Poly!GhostSoap x airhead!male!reader: Idiot Boyfriend

Poly!Alerudy treating male!reader like Morticia Addams

The MW2 boys reaction to you calling them pretty boy (gn!Reader)

The MW2 boys reacting to male!Reader dying on the field (alejandro, rodolfo, soap)

The Imperfects:

Nothing yet!

Encanto:

Nothing yet!

Girl From Nowhere:

Nothing yet!

Metal Lords:

Hunter Sylvester with a Stoner s/o (Headcanons)

Dc Universe:

Barry Allen with a male!forensic psychologist!Reader

Dick Grayson x jealous!male!reader

Hal Jordan (Green Lantern) x quiet!male!Reader: Discretion

John Constantine x black!male!Reader: Cuddle-Bug

Tim Drake (Robin) x affectionate!male!Reader: Loverboy Tim Drake x gn!crow-like!reader; Catch me if you can

Kid Flash x male!Reader: Joy Ride Kid Flash x male!Reader: Denial Kid flash and flash (seperate) with a rich!male!Reader (Kid Flash) Wally West x gn!alien!Reader: Scent

Superman x male!detective!reader: Intrigued

Young Justice Squad x fem!aroace!reader (soulmate AU); Cursed

Masterlist 2

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[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Meeting Again (Markus X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Markus X Fem!Reader

Universe: Detroit: Become Human

Warnings: Spoilers

Request: Ok, so something fluffy with Markus reuniting with Carl's daughter(reader) after thinking he was going to die without saying how much he loves her, please?

The last few weeks had been difficult and demanding for Markus. Since his deviation, he’s had to literally fight for his life, and found himself the leader in helping others like him also fight for their lives- for a better life. But it was all over now- at least the main goal. There was still so much to do- meeting with government officials, setting laws in place to be sure all this hard work wouldn’t be for nothing. However, they were things that were already planned out ahead of time, and for today- he was free. Free to do what he wanted, and all he wanted to do was find you. 

He hadn’t seen you since the incident back at the house with Leo, where he deviated and was shot, beginning this long venture. He had been able to visit Carl in the hospital, and while his health wasn’t as good as when Markus last saw him, Carl had assured him you had been coming to see him everyday and kept his spirits high. Carl had asked if he would stay for a little longer- you’d be there soon for your daily visit, but alas, Markus knew he couldn’t stick around for too long, and had to leave. He regretted it almost immediately. 

He missed you. He missed you so much it hurt. You were Carl’s daughter, the half sister of Leo, and more than noticeably closer with your dad than your brother. Part of it may have been with the fact that you were the product of an actual relationship, even if it was short lived, rather than a fling, and Carl had been more involved in your life because of it, but Carl had always said you were more like your mother, and he meant that as a genuine compliment. You were a joy to be around, Carl always lit up when you came to see him, which was nearly everyday, and Markus couldn’t deny he lit up as well, how couldn’t he? You treated him the same way as your dad, your friends, your neighbours- you treated him like he was human. He had a special place in his heart for you, but was only after he deviated he realised he loved you.

That’s why he had to see you. 

He didn’t know how you were going to react. He didn’t know if you would want to see him- he’d fought with Leo that day, and his face had been all over the television, the face of the protests and rebellion. What if you were angry that he hadn’t stayed with Carl to wait to see you then, or even got in contact before? However, deep down, he hoped- no, he knew, you’d never react that way. He knew you. At least he hoped he did. 

He knew where you lived, he’d visited a few times in the past, usually to give something to you on behalf of Carl or to invite you over for a holiday since Carl thought it was more thoughtful and loving to do so than over the phone, and Markus agreed. That may have subconsciously played a part of why he hadn’t called or texted you despite knowing your phone number- he wanted to see you face to face, and it was probably because of this, that he made a pit stop at a shop and picked up some flowers, the ones that Carl always asked him to get you for special occasions, even on Valentines Day, because they were your favourite. As he completed his journey, he tried to think what he was going to say. What was there to say? He doubted he’d really have to explain what happened- you’d be able to find out from the news and your own father. Does he apologise? For fighting your brother and not sticking around in the hospital to see you then? His thoughts kept him busy as he walked up to your house, and as his hand hovered over your doorbell, he stopped, realising where he was finally, and decided to not hesitate anymore, and pressed the button. As he waited, he checked the flowers in his hands, making sure the flowers were still intact, and he rested them in his arms, almost like an infant, before the door opened. 

He looked up rather shyly, already knowing it would be you at the door, and as his eyes looked up far enough, he saw your surprised expression, eyes wide, not seeming to believe he was actually there. “Sorry for taking so long to show my face.” He apologised first and foremost- that part came naturally, and it seemed to be right, so he let his natural instinct lead him, next presenting the flowers to you. Your eyes looked down at them for only a moment, before they were pushed to the side, and Markus stumbled as you collided into him, holding him tightly. He once again let his natural instinct guide him, dropping the flowers and holding you back as tight as he could. It was a feeling he realised he had craved until now, having you in his arms, where you knew you were safe and protected, where he could keep you safe and protected. He’d only ever held you so close one time when your brother came to the house and was being belligerent and had startled and upset you, and you’d gone to Markus for comfort as Carl and Leo continued to argue. Even back then before his deviancy, he held you so carefully and protectively, a hand on your head and his back mostly to the conflict, ready to shield you if something was thrown, but his head turned and his eyes focussed on the scene, ready to step in to help Carl. But this time, there was no danger, and he let himself enjoy the moment, shutting his eyes as he buried his head in your neck, taking in the smell of the perfume Carl had gotten you for your birthday a year prior.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” You sighed with relief, pulling away from him just enough to look at him, one of your hands holding his face. “You are okay, right? Are you hurt?” You fussed at him, the same way you always fussed at him when he had actually gotten hurt by protestors and others in the past while doing errands, and it brought a smile to his face. 

“I’m okay now, I promise.” He assured you softly. “I just wanted to see you.” He explained, reaching down to the floor, retrieving the slightly beaten flowers, and once again presenting them to you. You looked at them, then back at him, and smiled softly. 

“Well, let’s get inside and get those flowers in a vase, and you can tell me what you’ve been up to, and when we’re done we can go see my dad, how does that sound? The doctor’s say he could come home soon!” You told him, taking the flowers in one hand, and his hand in the other to pull him inside to the warmth of your home, and immediately Markus felt all his anxiety fade, all responsibility disappear, because he was back with you.

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in! 

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