#detroit become human drabbles

[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.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

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...

[kayte-overmoon]

hc that when connor first deviates he picks up all hanks favorite things before slowly learning hank has terrible taste

he listens to all six knights of the black death albums before finding metallica, silverstein, paramore, and dozens of other rock bands and realizing oh, kotbd kinda sucks?

he watches all the detroit gears' games with hank before noticing their rivals, the chicago beasts, are way better and have a less cranky fanbase.

he always picks up their chinese takeout from great wall before stopping by china palace when their regular was closed, and holy shit their general tsos is divine???

he starts liking things on his own, too.

he takes up embroidery, which makes hank call him a sentient sewing machine. he disables his wifi when he does it to make sure he doesn't accidentally pull designs from the internet.

he starts running every morning—for fun, rather than for work. hank never joins him, even when connor offers to go at his pace.

he likes, most of all, sitting on hank's ancient couch with sumo slumped on one side of him and hank slouched on the other, some bad reality show connor's found he likes playing softly on the tv.

hank didn't teach him that, but connor supposes it's only human to have bad taste sometimes.

[thevanillerose]

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

~ WRITING COMMISSIONS ~ ~ PATREON ~ ~ KO-FI ~

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators.

“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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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.

[wanderstarr]

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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tagging the people who showed interest in the og post!! tell me if you wanna be tagged for future updates :))

@miraculin @magica-ren

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

@whumpril Alt. Day 25: Reassurance

“I couldn’t remember,” Kara whispered, shaken systems rattling. “Zlatko wiped my memories and I couldn’t get them back. When I brought him his dinner, Alice was on the table. She was…”

Her little body was torn open, rivers of blood dripping into glistening pools on the table. Zlatko was humming as he worked, elbow deep in Alice’s stomach and Kara could only watch, blank and numb, useless, soulless, too late—

Luther’s hand on her back made her jump ever so slightly but she couldn’t bear to pull away. Breaths shuddering through cold, constricted vents, she pressed her face into his chest, trying to smother away the grisly mental image as his soothing voice rumbled through her.

“It was just a dream. You were stronger than he could have imagined and you found yourself again. You found her. She’s safe, Kara; you both are. He’s never going to hurt you again.”

[kissoflightning]

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

[unstablerk800]

The Chase

Originally posted here; decided to include it on my blog separately. 🙃

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: F/M

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Original Female Character(s), CyberLife Tower Connor | RK800-60/Original Female Character(s), RK800 "Connor" Android(s)/Original Female Character(s), CyberLife Tower Connor | RK800-60/Reader, RK800 "Connor" Android(s) (Detroit: Become Human)/Reader, Upgraded Connor | RK900/Reader

Characters: Upgraded Connor | RK900CyberLife Tower Connor | RK800-60RK800 "Connor" Android(s) (Detroit: Become Human)Connor (Detroit: Become Human)

Additional Tags: Kidnapping, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Non-Consensual Drug Use

Read on Ao3.

Word count: 566

You noticed Sixty was running after you.

It seemed he enjoyed the chase. Even a smile was playing around his lips as you're turning forward again. If it wasn't for his bright, blood coloured LED, you'd think it was a game.

It was not.

The bike was running low on gas, but you decided to ride faster. You wouldn't have a chance on foot.

You saw Connor from the corner of your eyes. He was giving you that lopsided grin, coupled with a glaring crimson LED... the sight made your heart race in your chest so fast it hurt. You were panting and sweating with the need to get away. How fast can they run?? How is it possible? They were so near to your bike, they could almost reach the back of it. If they grab the small trunk... if they grab you...

You let out a shriek when you noticed Nines falling down from a building, right beside you. He had been following you on the rooftops and decided to intervene when you were near the tunnel. Cursing under your breath, you maneuvered with the bike to put distance between you two.

Nines didn't hesitate to grab you. It felt painful, but you try to hold onto the bike for dear life, squeezing with your hands and thighs as the vehicle slid to the other side, away from your body.

"No!" You screamed, you flailed, finally letting go of the vehicle. You started to hit the unforgiving chassis under the plastic padding, though it never did you any good, you usually ended up hurting yourself. Nines's arm wrapped tighter around your waist, and he pulled you to his chest, with you facing the tunnel. There goes your freedom. The bike kept going for a while before it fell on its side, hitting the wall and sliding in the dark tunnel before it came to a halt. "No! No!"

"Enough", Nines growled above you, but you decide not to give up.

You tried to hit and scratch as you screamed. No witnesses around; the city had been android driven for months. Nobody cared about a human going wild, apart from her owners. Sixty and Connor reached you two, both of them looking pristine as they watched you struggle against Nines's arm.

"You stole my bike!" Sixty sounded both annoyed and impressed. "You're going to pay for that!"

"Fuck you!"

You couldn't help it, you were so frustrated. You lost. You had a chance to escape Detroit, and you lost it. And you probably lost all of your other privileges, too. The little nice things they've given you. Sweets. Telly. Gentleness. The illusion of being loved.

"Why are humans so difficult?" Sixty sighed, shaking his head.

"It seems we need to start over with her", Connor's LED was the first that turned to amber. He was less agitated now that they could get you. He reached in his coat's inner pocket, and pulled out a syringe. Your struggles intensified; you knew where you'd wake up if that kicked in. "It seems we weren't strict enough."

"If it's punishment she needs", Nines growled above you coolly, chilling your blood in your veins, "I can give it to her. In abundance."

"Nooo!"

As all three of them were on you to hold you down, your last thought was that you wouldn't get a chance like this ever again.

[sunwarmed-ash]

I'm rewatching Bee and Puppycat LIS for the 1298743298th time

so im obligated to reshare this drabble I wrote for @strangebrainrot

Detroit Cat Cafe

"Ugh! Mr. Sweaty Napkins no!!!" Gavin shouted, louder than he probably should have at the senior tabby cat, who on the best of days tolerates humans. But he had knocked over a glass of water for the 7th time now and this time it landed all over his phone.

In the cat's defense, he really wasn't supposed to be on his phone. He's supposed to be working. But the customers who come into the Cat Cafe (which is attached to the Detroit Cat Rescue) on Thursdays are always dicks. It's always the same 4 assholes who come in, loiter in their restaurant, spend no more than the cost of drip coffee, and worst of all, mistreat the cats.

Howell won't even kick them out. Their cafe\adoption shelter was barely scraping by as is. Any money coming in, even from bad customers, was worth it.

However, Gavin wasn't standing for it today. He shook the water off his phone and finally looked through the kitchen window to see what Mr. Sweaty Napkins must have been trying to get his attention about.

Charles, M.S.N's longtime boyfriend and best friend, is up on one of the red and teal booths, his hackles raised all the way up. He's hissing and swatting at Resident Jackass Number 4 who is currently shoving a fork in the animal's face for fun.

"Hear ya loud and clear buddy," Gavin says to the orange tabby before demanding it to stay put, knowing he would do whatever he damn well pleased before heading into the small dining room to address the situation. "Hey, asshole! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Gavin's sudden and angry presence startles the man and subdues the cat, who jumps immediately onto Gavin's shoulder when he gets close enough.

"What, we're just playing," the man scoffs, confidence back now that they had an 'audience' to entertain.

"Bullshit. I mean, are you stupid? He was phcking hissing. He's telling you he's not cool with that shit. So knock it off."

The man's smirk only grew when their spectacles humored the other dickwads that seemed to show up too often for comfort.

"Oh I'm sorry, I don't speak pussy."

The lewd comment doesn't bother Gavin, but it does bother the other smattering of customers. Specifically, the handful with kids and Gavin growled and doubled down.

He yanked the scrawny man up by his jean jacket, reveling in the man's sudden choked surprise.

"Time to go asshole," he mutters quietly, pushing the squirming man up, out the front door, and out of their lives.

Howell, his junior, blue-haired twink of a boss was furious, of course, because the man, a 'Jeremy Turnpike' left a one-star review of their cafe a half an hour later and Gavin got his ass chewed for it.

Gavin didn't care. Even if Howell didn't have his back, he knew he made the right choice. He did the job he was hired for. He protected Charles, and all the other cats from cruel assholes.

"Well?!?" Howell demands suddenly and Gavin grimaces because he definitely checked out the second his boss started bitching him out.

"Well, what?" He asks anyway, getting another pretentious scoff from the younger man. 

"I can't believe you Gavin. I just can't believe you!"

Me? I can't believe you don't have my back! Gavin shook his head and made up his mind.

"You don't gotta believe me anymore. I quit and I'm adopting Charles and Mr. Sweaty Napkins when I leave."

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[So, how is Sumo with multiple cats… 1:23 PM]

His phone was still struggling to load certain apps and would need a rice bath when he got home but he was at least able to text Hank and Connor, forewarning them of the two new roommates coming home with him.

Hank texted back a,

[How many we talking?]

Knowing Gavin all too well and Connor called requesting video proof.

The camera only loaded partially, gaining confused remarks from the other side.

"Sorry if you can't see much. This guy, decided to knock a glass of water onto my phone. But it was to save his partner. So I guess I can't be too mad."

The cats were currently sitting in the zipped-up fur of his winter jacket, looking at the inside of his car while the old engine roared to life.

"They sure are cute Gav," Hank says, a softness in his voice he only gets when he's talking about animals or babies.

"How soon until you're home Gavin?" Connor asks, a child-like eagerness in his voice that accompanies the addition of animals. The first time Gavin brought a kitten home Connor and the thing were practically inseparable.

"You'd know that better than me wouldn't you, computer boy," Gavin teased gently, no longer holding any malice for the android.

Whatever Connor was gonna say next was halted by an inhuman static squeaking noise that confused both the humans and the cats. When they realized it was Connor's verbal reaction to the cats falling asleep in Gavin's jacket, they all laughed collectively.

"I'll be home soon as I can. I think you're gonna get along with these guys Con. They are a couple of old grumpy gays like Hank and I."

"Hey!" Hank rebuffed, causing another wave of laughter to fill his car, adding a bit of silver lining to his storm cloud of a day. 

I feel like I need to draw this. Feel free to draw it too!

[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.

[justmoreocs-writing]

Quick warning, this drabble has implications of self-harm and how characters react to finding that one of them struggles with these urges as a coping mechanism. While everything in this is completely fictitious, the situation is one that really effects people, and it can go in a multitude of different ways. Also, describes the first time that somebody self-harmed as a coping mechanism specifically. This isn’t necessarily how this scene would go, but I needed to try writing this section.

A flash of red. Frankie’s jacket cuff pulled back for the briefest of seconds, and yet Hank’s attention had lingered on the space. For her, the moment had passed in barely a breath; her focus on the joke she had been sharing with Oskar. For Hank, it had been as if the world was frozen. He had blinked, and yet that flash of red had haunted him still. Had remained in this thoughts for the rest of the day.

Even as they had moved on to an investigation, as the day had continued as if that flash of red didn’t still linger in his thoughts, Hank had tried desperately to grasp a reason for it that didn’t return to his first assumption. That didn’t terrify him in some way.

Part of him thought that he was simply projecting. That his own occasional foray into Russian Roulette was making him paranoid about his partner. On the surface, Francine Alverez was one of the happiest people he knew. But the more he thought about it, the more he realised that she was like him in many ways. She could talk a person’s ear off about virtually nothing, and yet never once did she open up about the things that were bothering her. The only reason he’d never pulled her up on it before was because he knew he did the same thing. He couldn’t be that kind of hypocrite.

But this was different. Her coping mechanism was similar and oh so different to his own. And since she’d found herself being assigned as his partner, Hank had found that he actually cared about her.

‘Wait a minute,’ Hank said now, moving his arm to block her exit from the car.

‘Hank?’ she asked, attention on him. Her concern was something that he could practically feel even as he looked decidedly away from her. Tough conversations were things that he knew were part of the job, part of caring about somebody, but that didn’t mean he had to stare at her while he said his piece.

Hank took a deep breath. Exhaled slowly. He’d been over this conversation in his head several times, and yet nothing could have prepared him for this. Finding the right words so he didn’t make things worse. So he didn’t push her away by sounding accusatory, or by driving some sort of wedge between the two of them.

‘I think I know the answer to this,’ he said, glancing fleetingly at her before focusing his attention resolutely on the steering wheel, which he was once again gripping, ‘but I wanted to ask anyway.’

‘OK,’ Frankie murmured.

‘What happened to your arm?’

Silence settled heavily between them. It stretched out into something uncomfortable, something that made Hank wonder if she wouldn’t just get out of the car.

And yet, the fact she hadn’t quickly assured him it was Smokey, or something else equally mundane, made him realise that he’d hit the nail on the head.

Slowly, Hank forced himself to look towards her once more. She looked slightly shell-shocked, but when she caught his eye she nodded ever so slightly.

He watched as she swallowed, as she seemed to weigh up her options, before she slowly rolled up her right sleeve. The red of several cuts stood out against her skin; a vividness to them that assured him they were fresh wounds. Shiny scar tissue dotted her arm in other places, some of which were ever so slightly different. Burns, he realised with a slight twisting of his insides.

‘I was eighteen,’ she said, an odd sort of detachment to her voice that he wasn’t sure if it was healthy or not, but he was just grateful that she was talking. ‘Mum had died two months before and I just…’ She sucked in a stuttering breath, and Hank’s attention was on her face again. ‘It felt like everybody needed me to be this rock for them. Between that, Mya, Santi, Uni. I just…’ She exhaled deeply. ‘The first time was an accident. I wasn’t paying attention when I got something out of the oven, and it burnt. But d’you know what? I realised in that moment I wasn’t thinking about everything else. I felt… My brain felt quiet.’

‘Frankie,’ Hank whispered, wanting to reach out to her and yet for once being uncertain if it was the right thing to do.

She offered him a somewhat shaky smile. ‘I have good days and bad days,’ she admitted, carefully rolling her sleeve down. ‘Rhys called me the other day, and my thoughts spiralled. It was nothing, but… Old habits.’

Hank nodded, he understood that. When thoughts of Cole refused to let go of him, he reached easily for alcohol.

Frankie chuckled softly. ‘You know, you’re the first person I’ve ever told that to.’

‘I am?’ Hank asked, baffled.

‘People find lies easier to swallow. Don’t question them because the alternative is difficult. I guess, I don’t know.’

Hank nodded, but his resolve steeled. ‘Can we try something next time?’

Frankie quirked an eyebrow at him. ‘What?’

‘Call me? Doesn’t matter what time it is, how silly you think the thing that’s got ya spirallin’ is. Call me, or come to mine. Make a new habit.’

Fear flashed behind her eyes, and for a moment Hank wondered if he hadn’t gone too far. If he wasn’t stepping over some line he didn’t even realise was really between them. But even if she wasn’t OK with that, Hank was determined to try finding out other things he could do to support her.

‘Partners talk,’ she whispered softly, and Hank felt a little of the tightness in his chest loosening.

‘No matter how hard it is,’ he assured her, really hoping she knew he meant it. He didn’t care what time of night it was, how silly her brain told her the thoughts were. No matter how hard he had tried not to let her get under his skin, since they’d been partnered with each other she had managed to make him care about her.

‘Same goes for you,’ she said.

Hank opened his mouth to protest, but there was a steely look behind her eyes that assured him she wasn’t so blind to one of his coping mechanisms as he’d always assumed.

‘Deal,’ he said, smirking ever so slightly when she raised a fist to him. With a roll of his eyes, Hank knocked his fist against hers, really hoping that both of them could take that vow on board. Even if it was merely the first step in a far more arduous process.

[peachesmix]

peaches mix guidelines

I'm aiming for this blog to be a place where people send in their thoughts and concepts, and I write small drabbles in response <3

this blog is an 18+ space, minors do not interact!!

who I write for:

top gun maverick

detroit: become human

daredevil

the avengers

more to be added!!

harry potter

jjk

more info:

I write fem!reader only, as a cis woman, I don't feel comfortable trying to write another perspective.

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topics I won't write :

bullying

bodily fluids besides the obvious

cheating

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