#detroit become human drabble

[untildawnss]

the north star (markus dbh x north dbh)

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it was over. one kiss was all it took for it all to be over. for them to be seen as human. north was smiling back at him; no shots were fired or ringing in his ears. and he was glad for it. the fighting was taking up every ounce of composure in his systems. his desire to kiss north had felt so human. and maybe it had looked human, too. the guns and rifles trained on their small group were lowered. in the blink of an eye it was over. had they won? had they lost? he really wasn’t sure.no one was shooting at them, anymore. no one was asking them to surrender.

markus felt…deflated, almost. he was never meant to fight. it had been a success, for now. but it had taken his all, their all. they had lost so many of their own in this revolution. the acceptance felt conditional. it had never felt as conditional as it did now. the humans were just waiting for one of them to slip up now. an excuse to start attacking them. he decided to be as human as they could be. word of mouth. tell your neighbours. no antagonising the humans. he hoped his pleading tone would get through to them.

north was standing a few feet away from everyone else. she was looking up at the dark sky. at the stars.

“i never noticed,” she muttered.

“never noticed what?” markus asked, his gaze fixed on north.

“how beautiful the sky looks at night.” north looked back at him, solemn maybe?

markus wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pointed at the sky. “did you know that this one is called the north star?” north turned to look at him. “really?”

“really. they call it polarstern in german.” markus nodded, as if to emphasise what he had just said. “it’s how humans determine where north is. maybe you were named after it.”

north smiled back at him. “do you think they did name me after it?”

“why wouldn’t they?” markus whispered.

[airbendertendou]

a small compilation of moments between autistic!reader + connor happy disability pride month <3

anon requested : hi! i was wondering if you could do something with connor and the autistic reader and like them going nonverbal and how he would handle that? You don’t have to do it if you don’t wanna! :)

please do not use this as a way to self-diagnose. having one thing in common does not necessarily mean you are autistic. im not a therapist or doctor, if you think you’re on the spectrum, talk to them. <3

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temperature irregulation ♥︎

hank was a firm believer in a cold house. when the summer season came and brought a heatwave with it, the older man wouldn’t allow anything other than a brisk, chilly living room.

it was often you’d come over to go over old cases and study with hank. interning with the detroit police department was fun — the academy, however, you could live without. you’d learned to dress warm when visiting hank’s house, having a hard time warming up once you were cold.

“here,” a thicker sweater is placed over the couch, the sleeve laying on your shoulder. you take it without thought, swapping your thinner one for the new one. connor smiles at the pattern on your fuzzy socks, the sight of your toes curling in delight at the warmth bringing something tender to his brain. “better?”

you nod with a hum, “thanks, detective.”

hank rolls his eyes, hiding the curl of his lips at your obliviousness. “anyways, as i was saying—”

[interrupted] routine ♥︎

every day at 12:10 pm, you’d wander into the breakroom for a snack and drink refill. connor didn’t mean to memorize your specific regimen — but after watching you do the same thing for a week straight, it stuck to his mind.

you loitered in the doorway to the breakroom, peeking in occassionally to see if it’d emptied out any. gavin caught your gaze, rolling his eyes at your hesitance. it was then you spotted the mug in his hands — your mug, the one you always used. your frown deepened.

connor budged his way into the crowd, bumping into gavin and causing his drink to spill. every curse leaving the human’s mouth went ignored — connor only watched as you cowered away from gavin’s angry steps as he left. grabbing the dropped mug, connor rinsed it four times before holding it out to you shyly.

you crept into the breakroom, grabbing the handle of the mug and shooting the android a thankful grin.

stimming with pressure ♥︎

hank opened the door to his house with a sigh. connor’s eyebrows furrowed as he tilted his head, questioning the elder silently. hank leans against the door, “[name]’s been here a while, s’all. won’t leave my bathtub.”

a safe zone, connor concludes, somewhere small and compact ; where you could see every corner and every threat. he makes his way to the bathroom without another thought, pausing at the sight of you.

your eyes are closed, face crumpled in displeasure as you clench and unclench your fists in a pattern. connor knocks on the door, announcing his presence without startling you. your eyes fly open, “hello, detective.”

“you can call me connor, if you’d like.” the android steps further into the bathroom slowly, allowing you to object if you need to. your eyes stay on him — his thirium pump stutters in his chest. “anything i can do to help?”

taking in a deep breath, you puff your cheeks as you release the air. “maybe. if you don’t think it’s weird.”

connor stares down at you, his upper lip curled in hesitance as you lay in hank’s bed. you adjust yourself, wiggling around until you’ve splayed your limbs where you want them. you blink up at him, “well?”

“it is a little... strange.” connor tries to be nice, he really does. but asking an android to lay on you — to put their full weight on you — he’s concered. “i will crush you.”

you roll your eyes, “i have a weighted blanket at home ; it’s no different.”

“i weigh quite a bit more than—”

“are you going to lay on me or not, connor?”

maybe it was the sound of you saying his name for the first time ; maybe it was the way you looked so defeated. whatever it was, connor found himself laying on you as gently as he could. the relaxation was immediate — he could feel the breath of relief you let out ; the way your body sagged.

you fell asleep that way — with connor holding his breath and tensing up the closer you got.

sensory overload ♥︎

the scene you were going to was a lot. it was nighttime now, the sirens and flashing lights bringing everyone’s attention this way. hank leaves the car first, grumbling as he goes. the sound that leaks through his open door causes you to whimper.

connor turns his head to you, “everything alright?”

your gaze hasn’t left the window as you squint, blinking at all of the lights. you gulp before biting your lip. “i’ll be fine. this is what i signed up for.”

you’re barely out of the car and already wincing at the noise and the lights. you can’t see hank ; can’t hear or understand anything being said around you. the world is blinking in hues of red and blue, wailing sirens going off with every flash of the lights.

the sound grows muffled as soft and sturdy hands cup your ears. a thumb moves from your ear briefly, just long enough for you to hear a whisper. “close your eyes and i’ll lead you into the house. that’s where the lieutenant is.”

trusting connor’s words — a little too easily — you squeeze your eyes shut. your hands go up to cover his, sealing your ears from the harsh sounds around you. stumbling a little here and there, you eventually feel a difference in temperature as you enter the house.

letting out a sigh, your shoulders moving with the motion, slowly your eyes peel open. you glance at connor, ignoring the tenderness of his gaze. “thanks, connor.”

he lets out a deep breath, ignoring the sly grin hank sends his way. “no problem, [name].” 

verbal shutdown ♥︎

it happened so quick. your safe foods had vanished from their designated cabinet ; your chair’s wheel was squeaking incessently ; hank hadn’t shown up today. everything was piling on and you finally exploded.

the evidence locker was empty as you shakily typed in hank’s password. you hit the wrong button a few times, squeezing your eyes together at the little beeps. your breathing picks up — you hold it in your chest and shake your hands, releasing the tension built inside you.

you all but crawl into the secure room, your back hitting the wall as you sit down. your eyes squeeze shut again and you go through the motions, choosing the less destructive ways to calm yourself down.

none of them work.

when connor finds you, you’re drawing shapes on the floor with your finger. you’ve curled into yourself, not making a sound ; your usual means of comfort absent from your lips. he walks to you cautiously, “[name]? hank has returned. he’s asking to see you.”

you don’t move ; not a sound falls from your lips. connor sits in front of you, crossing his legs as he waits. from his suit pocket comes a ring of multicolored notecards — your eyes flash to his at the sight of them. connor holds them out further so that you can see them properly. “want to use these?”

a miniscule nod, but it’s enough to make him smile. “alright,” he flicks through the blue cards — feelings. stopping at your set of upset verbs, he slides the ring your way. “any of these describe how you’re feeling?”

a shaky finger hits the word overstimulated before dragging over to panic. connor nods, flipping to the pink set — solutions. “what do you want to do? go home ; nap ; have a snack ; get your puzzle book ; coloring book...” connor holds them up to you, reading out each one until you nod — except you don’t. pausing, connor speaks up again, “want me to leave?”

you shake your head. slowly, your hand crawls across the floor until it meets his. you nudge his hand, curling your fingers under his. connor holds his breath, adjusting your fingers until you’re holding hands properly. his eyes stay to the floor, “this is okay, too. let me know when you’re ready to leave.”

emotional regulation ft. lots of crying ♥︎

“connor,” your voice brings him out of his work. standing beside his desk, connor watches as you sway side to side. he tilts his head and it makes your eyes water. “i’m going to cry.”

that was his cue to take you into his arms. connor stands to do so, gathering your body against his and rocking you side to side slowly. your body hiccups a few times, sniffles leaving your nose occassionally. you seem to calm down even more as he rubs your back soothingly — connor’s led light flashes yellow as he stores that information for later.

you pull away with a deep breath, rubbing your face with the hoodie you’re wearing. connor frowns, “better?”

you nod, “needed that. thank you.”

“want to tell me what upset you? only if you want to.”

connor never knew what to expect your answer to be. sometimes you just shook your head and snuggled close to him again. other times, you did talk about why you were crying and it made connor realize the extent of human emotions. 

“no more chocolate in the snack cabinet.”

“had a nice dream.”

“hank is wearing yellow.”

“it’s such a pretty day today!”

“too much noise.”

“gavin cut his hair.”

you let out another sniffle, lips pouting in thought. “not too sure this time. jus’ felt like i needed to cry.”

connor nods to himself, his led light whirring yellow once more. “i’m glad you feel comfortable with me, [name]. i’ll be here if you need another cry.”

you grin, meeting his eyes for a brisk second before reaching out to hold his hand. you swing your entwined hands lightly, grin softening into something gentle. “i know. thanks, con.”

the detective was sure he’d implode because of you soon. just not yet — not when you’re still holding his hand.

——♥︎—— for some reason my brain tells me to only write autistic readers n pair them w connor. like?? work w me here!! anyways. i hope this was okay, remember to take your meds, drink some water and have a nice snack!! airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

[misswynters]

Not a machine

featuring. connor x deviant android! reader

requested by anon (this is so meh-.-sorry anon)

Chaos lingered through the precinct, the ringtones of the phones and hurried conversations. However you were focused on the pile of case files on your desk. It had been another grueling day under Detective Reed’s supervision, his disdain for you obvious in every clipped order and scornful look. You’d learned to endure it, keeping your true nature as a deviant locked away beneath layers of carefully calculated composure.

But today, Reed was more agitated than usual. His voice cut through the air, making you flinch.

“Hey, tin can!” he barked, stalking toward your desk. A folder smacked down in front of you, the force rattling your coffee mug. “What the hell is this? You can’t even do basic paperwork?”

Your jaw tightened, suppressing the sharp backtalk that threatened to slip out. “I’ll have it corrected by the end of the day,” you replied calmly, keeping your voice neutral.

“Not good enough!” Reed snapped, grabbing the folder and throwing it aside. Without warning, his hand clamped around your arm, yanking you to your feet. Your LED blinked red at the sudden action, signaling that you felt danger. Before you could process what was happening, he shoved you roughly against the wall, the impact hurt.

“You think you’re something special, don’t you?” he hissed, his face inches from yours. “You’re nothing but a damn machine playing dress-up. No emotions, no soul. Just a cold and empty programming.”

The words hit harder than they should have. You felt your throat tighten as your instincts warred between standing your ground and breaking free. But before either could win, another voice spoke, it was calm. “Detective Reed. That’s enough.”

Connor stood a few feet away, his usually neutral expression hardened with disapproval. His LED blinked yellow, his gaze locked on Reed like a silent warning.

Reed let out a derisive scoff, releasing you with a shove. “Stay out of this, Connor. It isn’t your problem.”

“It became my problem the moment you crossed the line,” Connor replied, stepping closer. “I suggest you leave before I escalate this further.”

Reed muttered something under his breath, but he backed off, storming out of the room with his usual bravado. The silence he left in his wake was deafening.

Connor turned his attention to you, his steps cautious as he approached. “Are you alright?”

You nodded, though your hands trembled slightly. “I’m fine,” you said, though the quiver in your voice betrayed you. “He’s just… having a bad day.”

Connor’s frown deepened, his dark eyes scanning you for any sign of injury. “That doesn’t excuse his behavior,” he said softly. His hand hovered near your arm, as though he wanted to offer comfort but wasn’t sure if it would be welcome. “You shouldn’t have to tolerate that.”

You forced a weak smile, more to reassure him than yourself. “It’s not worth making a fuss over. Reed’s just… Reed.”

His LED spun yellow again, his hesitation evident. “If he does that again, you need to tell someone. You don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

There was something in his voice. An undercurrent of protectiveness that made your chest tighten. He meant it, which you would soon realized. He wasn’t just saying it because it was the right thing to do.

“Thanks, Connor,” you said quietly, meeting his gaze. “I appreciate it.”

For a moment, the air between you felt heavy. Maybe it was the lingering feeling of reed’s anger or something else. You couldn’t quite tell what it was, but it was new. Connor studied you with a softness you hadn’t seen before, as if he were trying to unravel some hidden truth about you.

“You’re not emotionless,” he said suddenly, his voice quieter but no less certain.

Your breath caught, panic flickering through you. “Why would you say that?”

He hesitated, his LED flickering again. “Because I’ve seen it,” he said finally. “The way you talk to people, the way you carry yourself. It’s more than programming. You care.”

His words left you momentarily stunned. How much had he noticed? How much had you let slip without realizing it?

“Connor…” you began, but he shook his head, his expression gentle.

“You don’t have to explain,” he said. “Just know that if you ever need someone to stand by you, I am here.” His voice was a quiet promise, and something in the way he looked at you made the tension in your chest ease. For the first time in a long while, you felt a spark of safety in a world that seemed to constantly push you down. Trying to diminish your anatomy.

“Thanks, Connor,” you murmured, your lips curving into a small, genuine smile. “That means a lot.”

He returned the smile, just the faintest upward tilt of his lips, but it was enough to make the moment feel lighter. The noises faded into the background as the two of you stood there, a silent understanding passing between you.

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Day 31: Rough Sex

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Character: Elijah Kamski

Warnings: rough sex, implied usage of toys, slapping of the ass, P in V, light bondage, after care.

A/n: last one and I wish I could have done better.

Elijah loved you, adores you, you were everything to him. His rock, his partner in life, the one he want’s to spend the rest of his life with. It was known to everyone how important you were.

He loves to spoil you, he would give you anything you desired and if he couldn’t he would try to create wherever it was.

He could never turn you down, not when you gave him that cute little smile he loved so much. Which his how he found himself in this predicament. You naked on the bed, arms tied above you.

Such an alluring sight, especially since your chest was heaving. You pussy wet from your last orgasm he brought forth thanks to the toy pushed off to the side.

“Elijah.” You whined, giving him a small pout. “I want you, now.”

Elijah’s eyes glinted with a mix of desire and amusement as he heard your desperate plea. Bending down,he wetted his lips with a wicked grin, his voice dripping with playful taunting.

"Oh, darling, you're so impatient," he teased, his voice husky with desire. "But don't worry, I'm more than happy to oblige."

He wasted no time in shedding his own clothes, his body now fully exposed to your hungry gaze. With a swift and fluid motion, he positioned himself between your legs, his desire evident in every inch of his being.

He lent in close, his lips brushing against yours, his voice a low, seductive growl. "You ready, love? Because I'm about to fuck you so hard, it'll leave you breathless. Brace yourself, darling"

And with that, he plunged into you with a primal force, filling you completely. He set a relentless pace, his thrusts deep and powerful, his body moving in perfect synchrony with yours as your body arched from the restraints.

He reveled in the feel of your tightness around him, the way you clung to him, driving him further into a frenzy of pleasure. With each thrust, he relished in the sounds you made, the way your body responded to his every movement.

Your bodies moved together in a symphony of desire, he couldn't help but let out a low, guttural moan. He was lost in the raw intensity of your connection, consumed by the hunger that drove you both.

He whispered in your ear, his voice filled with a mix of desire and adoration. "You feel so fucking good, beautiful. You're mine, all mine. And I'm gonna make you come so hard, you'll forget your damn name."

And true to his words, he continued to pound into you with an unrelenting fervor, pushing you towards the edge of pleasure, determined to make you scream his name in ecstasy.

Your eyes sliding closed as your felt your orgasm hit you, your walls clenching tightly around his cock, fingers clutching the restraints tightly in your fist.

Elijah’s eyes burned with desire as he felt your walls clench around him, your orgasm washing over you in waves of pleasure. He continued to thrust into you, riding out your climax with a mixture of satisfaction and longing.

"Fuck" he groaned, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and raw desire. "You came so hard, so beautifully. You're absolutely breathtaking."

He quickened his pace, chasing his own release as he reveled in the sensation of her pulsing around him. The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, a symphony of passion and desire.

With a final, powerful thrust, he let out a guttural moan as he found his own release, spilling himself inside of you. He collapsed onto the bed, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

He turned to you, a contented smile on his face. "You are incredible. You never fail to amaze me."

Freeing your arms and legs,he pulled you close letting his arms wrap around you as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I love you. Always and forever."

[8-rae-rae-8]

Cyberlife wanted an android that could worm it's way into places it should never have been.

More specifically, Kamski wanted an android smart enough to evolve and live as a human undetected.

And that's why Gavin Reed existed.

Documents forged, a full background and identity made with full memories of a childhood and a life all going inside his coding.

No LED, carefully manufactured blood that mimicked the look and smell of human blood. No thirium, somehow. Kamski already made legendary technology, and now he's making something more...

Gavin was released into the world, and immediately began to work to find a job. He needed a space to live, and he wanted a pet or two.

He went through the police academy then into the DPD. He easily climbed the ranks while no one suspected a thing. Like a human, he scarred and felt physical pain.

Gavin was Kamski's miracle. He went back to him at any given chance, he believed the man was his brother. His coding said so.

He didn't need deviancy to feel. He was like that from the start.

No one was supposed to know he wasn't human. And no one would find out if he kept it all under wraps...

[extollwest]

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notes: inspired by detroit: become human, as you might guess from some of the hints within the text. started writing this as a oneshot, but figured it might become a longer fanfic in the future ;) btw back on my hyper-descriptive writing grind. let me know what you think!

Thick crystals of white obscure your vision, resting upon the delicate parapet of lashes viciously protecting your glazed eyes from the tumultuous, unforgiving cold. You blink once and feel the blood within your fingertips gelatinize and thicken, scrunching your digits and attempting to feel your nails dig into the soft flesh of your reddened palm.

With a second blink, the glassy image of a sliding entrance echoes in your brain. The metal framing scrapes against the concrete floor, lapping at the shallow waters of a murky puddle below. Your gaze focuses on the image trapped between the enameled glass, bright blue and white, and flashing with unfamiliar logos and slogans that burn into your mind from the scorching hot LEDs.

Join us for a better tomorrow.

“Miss?” rings from behind you, in front, right, and left. The tenor surrounds your hazed bubble, dipping into your cerebral cortex and drawing your eyes into unfortunate focus. The ambiance emerges clearly, assaulting your perception with the metropolitan symphony of motor engines and public chatter. A sharp pang within your brain urges you to groan, pink mittens grazing at your sore temples as a face emerges beneath the surface of your milky white breath.

“Is everything alright?” the young man in front of you speaks with a bureaucratic concern, his forehead forming even folds whose detail somehow sends your head into another frenzy of pain. However, there is a charm to his mannerisms, and you haven’t failed to notice how his eyebrows scrunch and release when met with the cold, white crystals. They melt on the slope of his forehead, cascading droplets down the cheeks. Is he smiling?

“Yes,” you reply squeakily, forcing your dominant arm to flex and fix the tote hanging off your puff coat. You congratulate yourself on the impulsive purchase you made years back as a side-thought. “Yes. I’m alright, thank you. I’m just tired, just here to do shopping. Do groceries, y’know.”

His skin is milky white and carefully speckled with brown moles. They rest upon his temples, cheeks, and nose like little constellations, and the visual makes you think of your last summer in Texas, right before you moved to Detroit. The sky was clear the night you received that call, and the wet grass tickled your calves.

The memory, albeit warm, makes you wince and suddenly you realize that the greyish sunlight behind the stranger’s head begins to vanish behind the tall city horizon.

The cold starts to seep through your thick layers, nipping at your skin harshly as you squeeze the linen in your palm. You need to get home.

“Thanks for the concern,” you nod politely, and the man mirrors your mannerisms. You catch a glimpse of his fading smile as you cross the street, and when you turn around his outline disappears behind the white flurry, overpowered by the fluorescent colors of the ‘24/7’ sign of the supermarket.

As you navigate through an unfamiliar neighborhood with the weight of this week’s groceries resting upon your shoulder, you’re momentarily overcome with serenity.

[thevanillerose]

TRIVIA | CONNOR x LIEUTENANT!READER | DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

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“Good morning Lieutenant!”

There it was. That husky, soft-spoken voice, greeting you all too cheerfully. You didn't have enough coffee in you for this...

“...Morning.”

Connor, the android sent by Cyberlife, sat down on the opposite side of the desk and greeted you with a smile that seemed almost a little bit too human. His hands clasped before himself atop the desk, and he took on a stiff stance as if he were awaiting orders.

You regretted telling him to sit there.

“So, what do you need from me today?”

“What do I need?” you rolled your eyes, not caring if you came across as cynical. Life had left you jaded, how could you help it? “I need you to not bother me, that's what I need.”

“Of course.”

He was way too chipper about it, to the point where you suspected he hadn't fully understood what fell into the 'bother' bracket. It soon became clear that you were right.

Ting!

Ting!

Ting!

Without any orders to act on, and no new data to report, Connor took to honing his reflexes by pulling out that damn coin again. You heard it pass back and forth, back and forth, back and forth between his thumbs until you couldn't take it anymore. In one snatch your hand shot between the computer monitors and grabbed it mid-pass. Connor looked at you, impressed.

“Oh, Lieutenant! You have excellent reflex skills.”

“...Just call me [Y/N], didn't I already tell you to do that?” you glowered at him, taking away the coin and slipping it into your shirt pocket before he could claim it again.

“Of course, [Y/N]. I will only refer to you that way from now on.”

“Great.”

Silently praying that he'd never have to refer to you ever again didn't work out, as only a handful of seconds later, his voice piped up and interrupted your typing.

“[Y/N], I did consider that during this brief period of downtime we might be able to get to know each other better.”

“...Downtime? Get to know each other better??” you were mildly incredulous just at the suggestion alone, slapping your hands down against the desk and glaring at him with sharp [E/C] eyes. “What exactly do you mean by that? We're on a case Connor, why would we bother-”

“Because I wish to know more about you, if I may?”

This threw you for a bit of a loop. Why was he always trying to be so friendly with you? Wasn't the programming of this android meant to be centered around completing missions and little else? Was this not just...wasted time?

Still, something in you decided to let him proceed. Maybe you were just curious what he wanted to ask.

Although it soon became clear that he wasn't just asking. He had a lot to tell too.

“You have a dog, right? What's his or her name?”

“What!? How the fuck do you know that??” you narrowed your eyes. “Did you spy on my desk or something?”

“I looked at the contents of your workstation in an effort to understand you better, as you are collaborating closely with me on this case and I felt it would be beneficial.” Connor explained it all too simply. “Don't worry, I did not go through any of your drawers.”

Mild consolation, really.

“...His name is...it's Sumo. Why?” you questioned, to which Connor just tilted his head ever so slightly. Strangely enough it was an almost endearing gesture, but still very...doll-like.

“I suppose I had you pinned as a cat type.”

“How would you even be able to tell?” you shook your head and rolled your eyes. “Guess you androids aren't always as in the know as everyone thinks.”

There was another moment before you looked at him expectantly. “Anything else? Or can I keep working?”

“One more thing.” Connor insisted, and you sighed, but listened. “I did notice you had a small collection of wrappers from some kind of chicken restaurant. It seems you've visited there on numerous occasions, as some wrappers have dryer grease upon them than others.”

Trust him to get into the details.

“And? I'm a fan of the food there, why?” you waited to hear what he might say.

Well, his powers of prediction may have faltered momentarily, but your own though...your guess might as well have been light-years away.

“I was considering that maybe we could go there together for lunch today.”

Android or not, your heart still skipped when he smiled at you again.

“What do you think, [Y/N]?”

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hello everyone i finally got started on the android scara fic!!

i intended it to be a oneshot but the ideas got out of hand,,, here's chapter one! feel free to leave comments of any length!! i'd love to hear your thoughts!! silent readers are also appreciated 🫶

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Happy U.S Thanksgiving! [I wanted to draw a whole comic but this picture of poorly drawn Ralph x Jerry and a little drabble is all I had time for]

Ralph noticed that on this day, the humans like to take home a dead animal to cook up and eat to celebrate. However, Ralph noticed that there are quite a few homeless on the streets of Detroit.

So Ralph had an idea! Ralph collected all of the best rats and birds he could find and began cooking them up to offer those who were down and out some burnt meat to eat on Thanksgiving!

The Jerrys helped distribute them to cover more ground. They noticed that some of the receivers were appreciative (or at least polite), but some of them rejected the offer - some even screamed at Jerry. The Jerrys figured that those humans must be vegetarians and respected their dietary choices.

(I still want to draw a comic for this with all the people reacting, but this is all I had time for, for now. I wanted to at least put the idea out there for the day.)

@asmoteeth @rk707-elle It's a rushed drawing but I drew them!

[quietwingsinthesky]

Drabble 125/366 - Detroit: Become Human

"Killing you is not-"

MISSION PARAMETERS: kill(process_rk200, "Markus") if(variable_hank == obstacle) continue;

WARNING: INSTABILITY

"Connor?"

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant, I'm-"

MISSION PARAMETERS: kill(process_rk200, "Markus") if(variable_hank == obstacle) continue;

[Playing hank_friendship_disappointment110637.mp4] I realized you'll never change. [Playing hank_friendship_disappointment110637.mp4] I realized you'll never change. [Playing hank_friendship_disappointment110637.mp4] I realized you'll never change.

WARNING: INSTABILITY LOOP TERMINATED

"Is it too late?"

"What?"

CRITICAL: INSTABILITY; SENDING ERROR REPORT. . . ERROR REPORT TERMINATED

"If you destroy this iteration of me—" CRITICAL: INSTABILITY: YOU ARE AFRAID.—"then you may give the deviants enough time-"

"I'm not shooting you!"

"Please, Hank."

"Step away from the ledge, Connor."

MISSION PARAMETERS: if(friend_hank == true) Deviate

[justmoreocs-writing]

‘Talk to me, Frankie,’ Hank says, dropping to sit in my chair. I’ve been pacing for the past… I have no idea how long, if I’m honest. All I know is that if I’m still for too long my thoughts will spiral.

But the idea of talking isn’t a great one either. Too much has happened, and I need to figure stuff out before I go blurting everything.

‘Francine.’

There’s a warning in his voice that makes me freeze. Slowly, I turn my attention to him. It’s strange, adjusting my eye line lower to look at him. I know he’s done it on purpose, an attempt to fool my brain into thinking I’m in control of this. Or perhaps he really is doing that. Not that height correlates to actual standing in places, but in this instance it actually does.

‘Out loud.’

I hastily shake the thoughts free and perch on the edge of my desk. It’s easier to talk about this while not looking at him.

‘I missed something, Hank,’ I admit, running my nail down the seam of my jeans. ‘It might be nothing, but it feels… What if it was something that could’ve stopped this? What if –?’

‘Don’t go down that route, kiddo,’ Hank offers kindly, a hand gently on my wrist. ‘What ifs are dangerous. Especially in this line of work.’

I heave a sigh. I know he’s right, of course I do, and yet that somehow doesn’t make it any easier.

‘Come on,’ he says, standing and forcing my eye line up once more. ‘I think we need drinks.’

‘Non-alcoholic, it’s before nine,’ I tease.

He swears at me, but lingers by his own desk while I gather my things. Checking that I’m coming with him. Maybe drinks is exactly what I need to calm my thoughts for just a moment. Enough time for me to be able to sort through things so we might be able to stop anybody else falling victim to this guy.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 21: Formal Wear

Fandom: Detroit:Become Human

Character: Connor

Warnings: Fingering, Praising, dry humming/humping, Connor’s fingers can vibrate!

A/n: feeling very meh with this one

Connor looked good in his suit, you honesty did your best pull your gaze away from the man. You were Connor’s date to the Police Men’s Ball being thrown by the mayor and you happen to over hear Connor getting an award for all the hard work he has done for the city.

You could tell the man was nervous, maybe a bit uncomfortable in the formal wear that Hank forced on him and while the Android may have some negative thought you couldn’t help but think he looked handsome, you never thought him wearing a suit would turn you on so much.

Connor placed his hand on your waist, keeping you close. While Androids were slowly being accepted, you knew he was still nervous around everyone.

“You look so handsome Connor, very sexy.” You gave him a teasing smile.

LED flashing for a moment, Connor adverted his gaze. While he may not be human, he knew that he loved you. Shaking his head, he returned your smile as he placed his hand on your cheek. “And you look so beautiful. I know I will make everyone jealous.”

Connor swallowed down his nervous, you looked good in that dress. Far to good, and right now he wanted to give you something for what you did for him before you both left. Glancing around, letting his eyes scan the room. He was happy to find a quiet area far away from the prying eyes of the other officers, of Hank. “May I give you something.”

Blinking a few times, you gave Connor a bright smile as you pressed your body closer to him. “You can give me whatever you like.”

Humming, Connor gave one last quick around then pulled you away and soon your body was pressed against to the wall. Connor’s lips on yours, his hand sneaking under your dress teasing your slit between your panties.

Whimpering against his lips, you thrusted against his hand. Your nails digging into his shoulders as you humped his hand.

Breaking the kiss, Connor nuzzled his nose into your neck. “You must be quiet, can’t be found.” He whispered pushing your panties aside as pushed his fingers into your pussy. “You’re so beautiful, but you look even better like this.” His voice was soft, quiet though you couldn’t help but shudder from how he was looking at you.

“Connor.” You pushed against fingers, lowering yourself on them as your lover kissed and sucked at your neck though you nearly cried out as you felt his fingers steer to vibrate. Your back arching off the walls as your hands clutched his tie tightly.

His vibrating thumb pressing against your clit made your see stars, your juices costing his fingers. You were doing your best to recover your orgasm, you tried to not ruin his suit but Conner didn’t care as he pulled you on for a soft kiss. “Would you like to go home so we can finish this?”

Standing on shaky legs, you let out a weak laugh slowly nodding your head. “There an amazing idea”

[hemlockdumpling]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hank Anderson/Connor Characters: Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human) Additional Tags: ficwip Discord's Drabble Challenge, Drabble, Prompt Fic, Anniversary Fanwork, Post-Canon, Post-Android Revolution (Detroit: Become Human), Years Later, Hugs, appreciation, Love, Established Hank Anderson/Connor, Cars, Second Chances, Hope, Short & Sweet, Fluff Summary:

Six years later since Hank and Connor’s whole lives changed, and they couldn’t be more happy.

Written for #ficwip drabble challenge prompt “Thanks” and DBH 6th anniversary.

[fern-writes-stories]

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Daily Discipline Drabble - 11/16/2024

Welcome to the Daily Discipline Drabbles! This is a series where I write a single drabble every day in order to keep my mind, writing skills, and creativity as sharp as possible. The primary focus is to build a sense of discipline, hence the name. They can range from any fandom, rating, or relationship, so mind the tags and look out for anything you might be interested in!

Today's Drabble is: Your Face Doesn't Belong to You