#gavin reed x reader x rk800

[gogogodzilla]

day 21, spitroasting

gavin reed x reader x connor (rk800) warnings: nsfw 18+, fingering, face fucking, rough! Connor, role play, blowjob, dirty talk, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, the psych major in me is showing kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

You knew that after the android revolution, your work at the Detroit Police Department would increase tenfold. You knew that you’d have to spend more late nights at the precinct. What you didn’t expect was the toll it took on your sex life. You’d barely seen Connor, let alone touched him. 

Connor always offered to stay late with you and help wherever he could; he didn’t need sleep after all. This time, however, it was you who offered to stay with him. Connor sat at his desk, eyebrows furrowed as he went over his case files for the umpteenth time. You reclined in your chair, stretching out your achy muscles. The bullpen was empty except for the two of you, everyone else had the sense to leave while they still could. 

“Why don’t we talk it out?” you suggested as you stood from your desk and wandered over to his. 

He looked up at you as you sat on the edge of his desk, and you shrugged. “It might be helpful to act out your investigation rather than just having all the details rattling around in your head,” you suggested.

“How could we act it out?” Connor questioned, still a bit uncertain. You pursed your lips, thinking for a moment. 

“I can pretend I’m the suspect, and you can interrogate me. Maybe hearing what we know from someone else will help you find the missing piece?” 

He nodded, before standing. His expression was soft as his gaze met yours. It’d been forever since it’d been just the two of you. 

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Let’s get to work.”

Connor handed you a data pad with all his case files which you scanned as you walked to the interrogation room. This case had multiple victims, all male androids and all models previously used at the Eden Club. The victims were in various states of mutilation. They also weren’t killed in the spots where they were found, though, and there was little physical evidence. You furrowed your brows. All of the victims had a red lipstick mark on their cheeks. 

The chair in the interrogation room scraped against the floor as you pulled it out. Connor allowed you a few moments to look over case files before you began. 

“Maybe you should cuff me,” you suggested before quickly adding, “Y’know, since I’m a deranged killer going after androids.” 

Something flashed behind Connor’s eyes before he stood and rounded the table. Instead of the cuffs attached to the table, Connor removed his own off of his belt. 

“Hands behind your back, Doctor,” he said against the shell of your ear as he leaned over you. Your breathing quickened and excitement flowed throughout your body. 

You obediently clasped your hands behind your back and felt the cool metal of the handcuffs wrap around your wrist. The room was silent except for the clinking of the handcuffs.  

Connor returned to his place across from you, opting to stand. He paused for a moment and then he turned his gaze to you. 

It was as if the man you knew and loved disappeared and was replaced with the cold-blooded deviant hunter he was known as. He stared intensely, and you shuddered under his watchful eye. 

“You understand the gravity of this situation, don’t you?” he asked, his voice calm. 

“Yes,” you replied, keeping your response measured. The suspect was obviously smart and had all the makings of an organized killer. They wouldn’t break with one severe look. 

“Good, let’s begin. Does this look familiar?” he questioned, sliding his data pad toward you with a picture of the most recent victim. 

Your eyes flicked to look at for a moment before returning to his brown ones. “No. Doesn’t ring a bell, detective,” you sneered. 

 “Really? Because you were seen by multiple witnesses visiting the scene of the crime,” he countered, raising a brow. 

It would make sense that the suspect would return to the scene of the crime or get involved in the police work. Although, androids were different than humans. Did they have that innate desire to see the carnage they’ve wrought? 

“I live in the area,” you shrugged. You knew it was unlikely that this killer would make the mistake of striking too close to home, but the way Connor was looking at you had you scrambling for excuses. 

He hummed before turning off his data pad and setting it aside. “Can you explain your whereabouts during the time of the incident, then?” 

You met his gaze, steeling yourself. This suspect would be smart enough to keep their cool under pressure. You had to be too. 

You leaned forward onto the table, allowing Connor a perfect view down your blouse. “Tell me, detective, what do you plan on doing if I don’t cooperate?” you asked, a grin spreading across your features. 

“I’m programmed to adapt to various situations and interrogation techniques. I could make you talk,” he answered, leaning in closer. 

“Aiming to find my weak spots, detective?” 

“I don’t have to search for those,” he responded, the corners of his mouth turning up. 

“Let me out of these cuffs and we could make this interrogation much more interesting,” you lowered your voice to a sultry whisper, meeting his gaze. 

He straightened, the smirk he donned earlier long gone, “Unfortunately, I believe I may be just your type.” 

“So, you’ve got me all figured out, huh?” 

Connor nodded, before rounding the table once again.  He hooked his hands under your armpits and pulled you into a standing position. He kicked your chair away from you.

 “I’m still waiting for a confession,” he whispered against the shell of your ear before bending you over the interrogation table. 

It was slightly embarrassing how much this turned you on. You were completely at his mercy. He was steady, as always, behind you, and you could feel his hardening length pressed against you. 

“You’re giving me exactly what I want,” you remarked, glancing at him over your shoulder. 

His hands had begun to wander; one moved upward and began undoing the buttons of your blouse while the other popped the closure on your pants. 

“I’m told I’m very persuasive,” he purred as he unzipped your pants and dipped a hand into them. His fingertips brushed against your clothed core, and you let out a soft gasp. 

He pressed open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck as he teased you through your underwear. Your quiet moans were quickly turning into desperate pleas, begging for him to just fucking touch you. 

His free hand kneaded your breast, running over the lacey front of your bra. When that wasn’t enough for him, he pulled your bra down, exposing your front. Your nipples hardened against the frigid air of the interrogation room, and he rolled one between his two fingers. 

“Please, Connor, I promise I’ll be good and give you whatever you want,” you whined, pushing your hips against his. 

 He tsked before removing his hold on you. “Since you asked so nicely,” he praised before hooking his fingers into the sides and yanking your pants, and underwear, down to your ankles. 

He slid a finger through your now-dripping folds, and you bit back a moan. Your slick quickly coated his fingers and he dipped a finger into your entrance before sliding back up to circle your clit. You didn’t doubt there’d be a wet spot on his jeans from you canting your hips against his. 

A groan escaped both of you as he slipped a finger inside you that was quickly joined by another one. He pumped them slowly, and small whimpers left you. You were close to falling apart on his fingers with the way he was winding you up. 

The clinking of his belt buckle was music to your ears and you involuntarily clenched around him. You turned your head and watched in the two-way mirror as Connor stroked his cock with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. 

You let out a high-pitched moan as he pushed inside you inch by inch. You’d never get over the way he stretched you so perfectly every time. Eventually, he bottomed out, and within moments you were moving your hips, begging him to move. 

Mercifully, he obliged you and snapped his hips against yours.  He rested his hand between your shoulder blades, keeping you pressed against the table, as he rutted into you. Your wrists dug against the handcuffs and you wriggled against his thrusts. Goosebumps covered your skin as your breasts pressed against the cool metal of the table. 

He bent so his chest was pressed against your back and whispered against your ear, “Why don’t you show Detective Reed how well you take my cock?” 

Your gaze lurched to the two-way mirror as Connor began pounding into you, and your cheeks burned under Gavin’s invisible gaze. The wet sounds of your heat combined with the moans that pushed passed your lips filled the room. What the hell was he doing here? You were a bit too preoccupied to care.

“You like that he’s watching?” Connor hummed, smirking. “Do you want him to join us?” 

You nodded fervently, as you involuntarily clenched around Connor. The mental image of Gavin joining you driving you wild. 

“Please, Gav,” you begged as Connor slowed his brutal pace, nearly bringing tears to your eyes. “Need you, please, please, please.” 

You jumped as the door to the interrogation room slid open. Connor leaned forward and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at Gavin as he entered. 

Gavin palmed himself through his jeans as he neared, cheeks flushed and eyes alight. He cupped your cheek with his free hand and swiped his thumb over your bottom lip. 

“Missed this mouth, sweetheart,” he murmured as he undid his jeans and released his length, allowing it to bob freely in front of your face. Your mouth watered as you watched him stroke himself. Connor straightened and gripped your ass as his strokes deepened, making your back arch. 

You stuck your tongue out over your bottom lip and looked up at Gavin, inviting him in. He slapped his cock against your tongue, teasing you. The whine that left you was borderline pathetic, and Connor’s grip on you tightened. 

Gavin was quick to indulge you and slide his cock passed your lips. You ran your tongue over the tip, moaning at the taste of him. Connor pulled out of you except for the tip before ramming into you. The force of his thrust sent Gavin’s cock deeper into your mouth, and you gagged slightly as a few tears formed.

“Jesus, tincan. Take it easy,” Gavin hissed, swiping a thumb across your cheek as you recovered, bobbing your head slowly. 

Gavin ran a hand through your hair, tugging it slightly as he pulled you closer. Connor’s pace increased as he rocked into you, hitting that spongey spot inside you that had you moaning around Gavin’s cock. 

You relaxed your jaw and hollowed your cheeks, allowing Gavin to use your mouth as he pleased. He groaned as he matched his thrusts to Connor’s, one pulling out while the other was pushing inside you. 

“Feel so good, sweetheart. Almost like this pretty mouth was made for me,” Gavin praised, his thrusts becoming sloppier. 

Connor reached a hand around you to rub tight circles around your clit. You let out a breathy moan and pushed your hips back his, forcing him impossibly deeper inside you. 

It took almost no time for you to come around Connor’s cock. You squeezed around him as your orgasm washed over you. Gavin grunted as your moans sent vibrations down his length. Both men continued to rut inside you, riding out your high. 

Gavin is the one to reach his peak first as his grip on your hair tightened, and he stilled as he came down your throat. You greedily slurped up everything he gave you, but still, some dribbled down the sides of your mouth. He pulled back slightly to give you room to breathe, but you keep your lips wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Gavin whined as you lazily bobbed your head, milking him for every drop. 

Connor followed immediately after, almost as if he was waiting for Gavin. His hips stuttered against your own, just as the aftershocks of your orgasm diverged dangerously close to overstimulation. He buried himself to the hilt as he twitched inside you, the thick ropes of his cum coating your walls. 

Gavin pulled out with a shuddering breath as soon as Connor came, watching as the android detective filled you to the brim. Eventually, Connor’s thrusts slowed to a stop, and he slid out of you. His cum dripped down your thighs, and you whined at the emptiness. 

Gavin lifted your chin and captured your lips in a soft kiss. You eagerly returned the kiss, savoring the way his lips felt against yours. A small part of you secretly missed that. 

He pulled away, “You did good, sweetheart.” 

You smiled at his praise, and he tucked himself back into his jeans. He spared a glance over his shoulder at Connor as he made his way to the door, “See ya, tincan.” 

Connor uncuffed you, and you stretched your arms as he helped you get cleaned up.  Once you were situated, he pressed a kiss to the inside of each wrist, frowning at the marks the cuffs left. 

You ran a hand through his hair, “Did you enjoy yourself?” 

“Immensely,” he quickly answered. “Human relationships are still confusing to me. Does this complicate your feelings toward Detective Reed?” 

“No, I love you, Connor. That was purely physical,” you responded as you took his hand in yours. “Have you solved your case?” 

“Yes,” he grinned, “I had it solved as soon as you started flirting with me.”

You rolled your eyes before standing. “Let’s go home,” you said as you dragged him toward the door.

[ersatz-ostrich]

DBH Headcanons: Getting Your Wisdom Teeth Removed

Connor, RK900, Markus, Simon, and Gavin x gn!reader

Some headcanons about what it would be like to be taken care of by some of the characters of Detroit: Become Human while recovering from getting your wisdom teeth removed. Inspired by, well, getting my wisdom teeth removed.

[A/N]: I got my wisdom teeth out a while back and it honestly wasn't as bad as I'd heard from other people. My mouth tasted funny for a while, though.

Connor:

Chances are, you’ve already briefed him on your wisdom teeth procedure and everything that happens before and after

By the time the actual surgery rolls around, he’s downloaded every bit of information about pre-op and post-op

And he’s not going to hesitate to bother you remind you about everything

“Don’t forget to wear comfortable shoes and clothing.” “Y/N, you can’t have any food or water 8 hours before the surgery.” “Y/N, please refrain from strenuous exercise in the 24 hours before your surgery.”

When you come out of surgery loopy on anesthesia, he sits with you in recovery and tries to talk you through it (even though you don’t remember a lick of what either of you said)

I’d say he’s a mother hen post-op, but more like a worrywart type

He’d buy all kinds of liquid foods for you and is constantly asking about your pain levels

Gets a lot of weird looks in the supermarket while he’s checking out the soup aisle

“That’s not a domestic android I’ve ever seen…”

He’s definitely on top of your antibiotics schedule, and if you need it, pain meds

Makes sure you’re regularly irrigating the wounds if you need it 

If you’re ever worried or insecure about swelling and discomfort post-op, Connor is there to smother you in kisses

Nines:

As a deviant, he isn’t as much of a mother hen as Connor, probably because he’s more self-assured in his ability to take care of you as well as your ability to take care of yourself when you can

He wouldn’t hover as much as Connor but he’d definitely download information about the procedure before you go

Coming out of the operation, you knock out again for a bit in recovery and Nines insists on staying with you, covering you with his jacket and letting you rest your head on his shoulder

If Connor got weird looks while in the supermarket buying things for you and picking up your prescriptions, Nines sticks out like a sore thumb

Like he’s clearly not a domestic/service android so he confuses a lot of shoppers and employees as he browses the aisles and fills his basket with cans of soup, oats, and ice cream

“Why on earth is a police investigator android buying soup on a Friday morning?”

If you’re in pain, he’ll do everything to comfort you

Pain meds, ice cream, cuddles, your comfort movies and shows, anything for you

He doesn’t seem outwardly clingy or affectionate but he’s such a softy

Markus:

This obviously isn’t his first rodeo

If you’re scared going into the surgery, he’s with you all the way until the nurses put you to sleep

Cruises through post-op no matter what state you’re in due to the sedative

At home, he’s got you covered

No need to break out the cans of mush—he’s got you covered with homemade soups, the softest scrambled eggs you’ve ever had, soft pasta dishes, you name it

With Markus, you’ll never miss a dose of antibiotics

If you’re in pain, worry not

Markus has your pain meds, blankets, and infinite cuddles

He’ll have your favorite flavors of ice cream on hand

Straight out of the tub if you feel so inclined

Simon:

He might not be a caregiver like Markus but he was once a domestic and childcare android

Calms your nerves going into the operation and when you’re all woozy post-op he’s right by your side

Coming out of the operation, it doesn’t matter if you look like if Alvin the Chipmunk got into a fistfight and lost—Simon’s there to shower you in kisses and envelop you in hugs

Like Markus, you’ll never have to worry about the liquid and soft food diet

If the pain’s too much, Simon will be your arms and legs for the time being

He’s a wizard with chores and errands

It’s like you never even got your wisdom teeth out

Gavin:

Would totally take off work to help you recover

Which, given how competitive he is at work, would probably seem like an anomaly to his coworkers

“I’ve never seen Reed take off for more than a day or two at a time. Shit, he’d come into work sick so long as he wasn’t actively dying,” Says Tina

“I’ve had to wrangle that fucker into his car more times than I can count to prevent him from coming into work injured,” Grumbles Fowler

“Hopefully he’ll take this time to rest as well as take care of someone else.”

Would record the stuff you say coming out of sedative in post-op for the memories (and for you both to laugh at when you recover)

I don’t see him being as great of a cook as Markus or Simon, but he’s definitely able to cook to support himself and you

Of course, he’d get you all the ice cream you want

He knows what it feels like to be in pain and cranky so he does everything he can to either comfort you or give you space to get through it

If you wanted it, he’d cuddle with you while you spend the day reading or watching your comfort shows and sipping on smoothies (no straws allowed, of course)

To anyone getting their wisdom teeth out soon, good luck! To anyone recovering from the surgery, feel better soon! Hope you enjoyed reading this silly little compilation of HCs! See you next time x

[nochuelinha]

Instability in the Software - Masterlist

It wasn't in my plans to fall for him, not at all. I just wanted to do my job like any other day, but his sparkling eyes and adorable manner swept me off my feet.

Prologue

Chapter 1:Instantaneous Analysis

Chapter 2: Coffe?

Chapter 3: Marathon

Chapter 4: Getting Closer

Chapter 5: Androis Can Love ? Part 1 , Part 2

Chapter 6: Don't Leave Me

Chapter 7: Choose

Chapter 8: Race Against Time

Chapter 9: Consequences

Chapter 10: By Your Side

I hope you enjoy it, have a good read!

*English is not my native language

[jayden-killer]

HOW DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN CHARACTERS COMFORT THEIR S/O DURING A BAD TIME.

Connor

• definition of baby.boi.

• he doesn't know how to help, he genuinely wants to, but has difficulties.

• 《is everything all right, Y/N?》.

• you, of course, want just someone to listen and to help you. So you spill everything that's on your mind.

• he is processing everything, his led turning blue, yellow, blue, red.

• after elaborating all the informations, he'll do his best, starting with affectionate hugs, rubbing tenderly you hands... also, he'll make a speech about how to help you with your problems, giving suggestions, then proceeds to comfort you with sweet words.

• he'll do little acts of care, like cooking your fav meal, brining a hot chocolate/tea/chamomile to help your stress relief, a warm sheet.

• 《I cannot understand human emotions so easily, but I will do everything to make you feel as you deserve》.

• I love him.(⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

Gavin Reed

• oh, this man here.

• Gavin is a tsundere.

• but that doesn't mean he won't underestimate your problem.

• 《tsk, just tell me what's on your mind now and which prick I need to beat to dead.. please》.

• after telling him your problem, he won't mind if you want to hug him. Yeah, he can be a bitch sometimes, but he still has a heart.

• Gavin will probably go to a face-to-face with the one who hurt you (which means they'll get.. a few broken ribs and a bleeding nose).

• if no one hurt you, he'll be silent and give here and there some comforting words, accompanied by his cats that will purr in your lap. He's trying his best, forgive him. T_T

Hank Anderson

• similar to Gavin, but more soft.

• he probably will make Sumo cuddle you and lick your face until you're having the tiniest smile.

• 《Sumo, attack!》

• because if you smile, he smiles.

• 《kiddo, everything is gonna be alright. Trust me. Things are gonna change for sure》 he says, rubbing your hair lovingly.

• probably puts a movie with a bowl of popcorn to distract you from your thoughts.

• it kinda works, and you appreciate how he's trying to make you feel better.

Kara

• she knows you're battling with something. The problem is, what?

• but when you're on the verge on tears, she understands.

• 《Hey, hey, what's wrong? Let it all out, it's okay, Y/N, it's okay...》

• purest.angel.ever.

• she's gonna give you the best hug ever. When you're done crying and you are a little more calm, Kara listens to everything that's bothering you.

• 《Hey, let me tell you this..》

• Kara is optimistic, so she'll make sure you see the light that's going to come really soon, while rubbing your back.

• 《I know you're strong, you can do it! I believe in you!》

Markus

He knows what's going on, since you've been acting strange lately.

"This isn't surely Y/N's behaviour. Perhaps it's better I talk to them"

And when he finally does, you spill everything that's on your mind. You don't want to bother him with all your stuff, but he doesn't care. He's there to make sure you ok, by giving you a hug or rubbing your hand

Idk everyone, I kinda guess he'll do that, I'm not so good writing for Markus.😭😭

[pixelmensupremacy]

May i request a DBH fic? The moment they realized they fell in love with reader. May i request Gavin and the RK bros

A/N: Honestly, I don't why it took me so long to get this out. Either way that's an interesting request, Nonny! Here's my take on the dbh boys realizing they have feelings for the reader.

Warnings: GN!reader, it's implied that reader is shorter, pretty much fluffy stuff, not proof read

Gavin

Being his snarky self, Gavin would be jokingly flirty at first not thinking much of it

Until he began sensing a warmth every time (Y/N) laughed at his silly jokes and sarcastic comments

Before he knew it, he was always spending his free time with (Y/N)

Going into the breakroom, whenever he noticed they were there

Greeting them every morning with a genuine smile on his face

Vibrant morning sunrays hit (Y/N) skin as walked into the building of the Detroit police department. It was quiet except for the usual sound of mouse clicks and the occasional phone ring. A bright smile curled the corners of their lips at the sight of their partner Gavin Reed.

"Morning, Reed!" Enthusiasm was evident in their voice; his attention was immediately anchored to them and their face, which he found absolutely adorable. Affected by their happy expression, he couldn't help but smile back at them.

"Somebody call the cops because it’s got to be illegal to look that good!" He eyed the from head to toe, causing them to shyly look away.

Interestingly enough, it was the colleagues at the department that noticed the change first

His longing to constantly be in (Y/N)'s company was obvious to everyone else but Gavin and (Y/N)

Happy to finally see Gavin break character and soften, his colleagues would tease him every once in a while

While on the other hand (Y/N) would get overwhelmed with questions such as "Did you put him under a spell?"

I feel like Gavin will distance himself once he realizes that his feelings toward (Y/N) are more than just a silly crush

Progressively he will grow colder to (Y/N)

He would find himself in a rabbit hole of repressed emotions and anxieties, connected to his past, which will ultimately lead to avoiding (Y/N)

Hurt and confused, (Y/N) wouldn't give up on reaching out to him but with little to no success

Until they give up, which in return pains Gavin even more

Suddenly he will have to deal not only with the fear of abandonment but also the consequences of said fear taking over him

I like to imagine Hank will be quick to notice the distance formed between the two and will talk to Gavin

Knowing him since his rookie days, Hank is one of the few people who know quite a lot about Gavin, which helps him in advising the detective

Eventually, thanks to Hank's help, Gavin will be able to realize that by avoiding his problems he made things worse

He will want to apologize to (Y/N) for hurting them

“I know I’ve been a total ass the past few weeks, but maybe I can make it up to you. (Y/N) silently gaze at him as if they weren’t sure if this was a dream or reality.

“There’s new restaurant down the block and I thought maybe..” He went on all the while studying their face. “Maybe we could check it out?”

Much to his delight, they agree

The two have the time of their life, catching up like nothing ever happened

And even getting closer

“So,” He spoke up, hot puffs of air escaping his mouth. “Are we even?”

(Y/N) swayed back and forth on their feet, overdoing the time it took them to answer.

“I’m afraid a single date won’t be enough, Reed.” Their hand reached for his neck, bringing his face closer to theirs; their lips touched his in a soft and delicate kiss that left him wanting more.

“Your wish is my command.” (Y/N) giggled, causing a warmth to spread in his chest, despite the cold of the November night.

Markus

Markus is definitely the type of person, who looks for a friend first and a lover second

So, I expect him to fall for (Y/N) after they have gotten to know each other

His feelings for them will slowly but surely progress into a sensation he's never felt before

Even if the thought of (Y/N) wouldn't leave his mind, he would be reluctant to share that with them

Or at least not verbally

Being the altruist he is, his love language would be one of service

Anyway he could, he would help

Standing on their tippy toes, (Y/N) struggled to reach the contents of the top shelf; even the chair they were standing on seemed to not help much. Passing by the kitchen, Markus’ attention was caught by the creaking of the chair and (Y/N)’s puffs and quiet curses. With a puzzled expression, he walked up to them and took a glance at what they were doing.

Reaching with a hand near theirs, he took a hold of a box of cereal; electrical shock ran through (Y/N)’s entire body at the slight brush of his cold skin against theirs.

“Is this what you were looking for?” They nodded as they got down.

“Yeah, thanks.” (Y/N)  took the box with a bright smile on their face that caused his circuits to malfunction, resulting in LED lighting up in a vibrant amber color.

Though he will eventually come to realize that his desire to help (Y/N) exceeded past just his typical friendly behavior

He desired to be by their side at all times

He will absolutely melt if (Y/N) were to compliment him

The enchanting melody filled the space, alluring (Y/N) the source of the sound. Letting the music take over them, their steps were in perfect sync with the rhythm of the song; it almost felt as if time stopped and they have found themselves in a wonderland- one they couldn’t imagine even in their wildest dreams.

The volume grew louder so did the effect of the melody upon (Y/N); seeing a door, they weren’t surprised to see Markus sat before the piano. His slender fingers stroked the snow-white keys, the impact of his firm, yet delicate, touch made for a captivating melody akin to the song of a siren that drew in sailors in the dead of night.

Much like a sailor, bewitched by a magnificent siren, (Y/N) stood and watched as his composition tingled their every sense. Not long after did Markus sense their presence; startled by their sudden appearance, he stopped playing.

“Why did you stop?” Disappointment was written in their expression.

“I didn’t expect to have an audience.” He made a reply in a bashful manner, his colorful eyes avoiding theirs.

“I love it when you play the piano.” (Y/N) began as they neared him. “No matter how many times I hear you play it’s never the same. It’s truly fascinating.” There was a spark in their eyes as they spoke that caused a tingling sensation to occur in his thirium pump. Was he malfunctioning?

Markus will definitely confess once the revolution is successful and he feels safe enough to have another person in his life

Connor

He's completely oblivious

Never in his short life did he expect to feel let alone fall in love

So, he's very confused when he experiences system malfunctions in (Y/N)'s presence

He constantly runs system checks only to get confused when the results show no apparent errors

Despite being a prototype, created to unravel complicated cases with ease, it takes him some time to figure out it's (Y/N) that causes these malfunctions

Of course, not without Hank's help

Enamored by the enigma surrounding them, Connor couldn’t help but stare at them and wonder: why they caused such reactions in him. Coincidently or not, Hank had noticed Connor’s lack of focus on his tasks; following the direction of his gaze, the man had found the reason.

“You know it’s rude to stare right? Or that isn’t in your damn program?” Hank got straight to the point but Connor seemed clueless, for he gave him a puzzled look. The man let out a sigh of disappointment.

“Look, I know you got something towards (Y/N) and you better go talk to them.”

“But I-“

“Trust me. They like you too.” Silently, Connor looked at his partner, processing what he had said. “Come on! Don’t waste your chance.” He urged the android on.

Connor will get flustered if (Y/N) were to compliment him

“Good morning!” (Y/N) greeted; their voice akin to a bell rang in Connor’s ears.

“Mornin’, kid” Hank mumbled under his nose, not quite returning their excitement.

“You’re here early!” They stared in awe.

“Yeah, thanks to him.” He pointed to Connor, who shyly waved his hand; (Y/N) smiled.

“Good job, Connor! Even if I wanted, I wouldn’t be able to bring Hank here before noon.” They joked, causing the lieutenant to laugh, meanwhile, Connor’s cheeks got blue, dusted with deep shades of blue, and amber hues danced on his LED.

If it came to physical touch Connor would probably shut down from how many system errors he gets

Much like in Markus' case, I think Connor will be confident in his emotions after the revolution when he becomes a deviant

It may take him a bit longer to fully grasp the experience of having feelings

Though he will get used to it with some guidance

Sixty

Just like Gavin, Sixty will be flirty but mostly with someone, who reflects the same energy

He may be a bit too daring at times, openly flirting without any shame whatsoever

Heading towards the breakroom with their partner beside them, (Y/N) was eager to get their morning coffee, though it seemed Sixty had other plans.

"Is your phone in your back pocket? Because your ass is calling me." With him being close by their side, his voice- barely above a whisper- caused shivers to run down their spine.

“Haha very funny, Sixty.” They sarcastically laughed, in hopes of hiding the excitement that grew within them.

“You know I’m always at your service.” He winked at them as he opened the door for them.

It may take him a lot longer to get attached and even longer to acknowledge his feelings

He would definitely test (Y/N)'s loyalty for him to fully trust them

Being Connor's successor and the android that almost caused the downfall of the revolution, Sixty is battling his past

An awkward silence had settled upon the two; worried, (Y/N) glanced at Sixty though his blank expression didn’t aid them in understanding what was going on.

“Is everything alright, Sixty?” Their voice were calm and quiet, loud enough only for him to hear; his brown eyes stared back at theirs. A puff of air escaped past his lips.

“It’s none of your concern.” He cut them off, bitterness was evident in his voice.

So, he will fall for someone, who accepts him for who he is and helps him in forgiving himself

His path to deviancy will be turbulent, filled with an explosion of repressed emotions Sixty is forced to deal with

But by being by his side, (Y/N) cloud build a bridge to his heart

The moment he realizes he is head over heels for (Y/N) is when he lets his guard down

When the playful facade crumbles down and what is left is a person, fighting to be accepted and forgiven

Nines

Out of all of the boys, it will take Nines the most time to catch feelings

Being the most advanced android in the world, Nines is less prone to deviancy

Not only it takes him more time to feel emotions but to also acknowledge and accept them

So, romance with Nines is close to nonexistent until deviancy

Though there still would sign in his behavior that indicate a crack in his system

With all of his advances, I feel Nines would want to use his assets for good

And working at DPD gives him such an opportunity

Upon meeting (Y/N) he wouldn't sense anything right away

Though as they work together and get accustomed to each other, Nines will slowly change

His curiosity will grow, resulting in asking (Y/N) questions outside their field of work

Yet what draws Nines in is their tolerance

They never pressure him to open up or to talk when he doesn't want to

It just occurs naturaly

“Detective, may I ask you something?” Nines’ icy blue irises bore into theirs.

“Of course, go ahead.” (Y/N) took a sip of their drink.

“Why did you join the force?” A smear of genuine curiosity was evident behind his enigmatic gaze.

“Well,” A smile curled the corners of their lips as the memories flooded in. “I guess you could say I just want to help people.” Their gaze met his. “What about you?”

He stayed silent for a few moments; bright yellow circled across his light-emitting diode.

“I suppose we have common motives.” He danced around the question, yet they didn’t question him any further.

I feel like a life-or-death situation may bring his feelings to the surface

[all-gummed-up-inside]

Needy puppyboy!Connor who desperately humps your pillow while you’re out of town. he’s a complete mess by the time your 3 day trip is over, but it’s fine your pretty puppy has so much more pent up energy for you <3

Pretty kittyboy!Nines who can just cum from you playing with his fluffy tail for a little bit too long, at times it’s really the only way you can drag him from work so you two can cuddle <3

Bunnyboy!Daniel who desperately fucks himself into your fist because you said it was the only way he could cum after being a brat <3

Bratty foxboy!Gavin who thinks he’s so sneaky when he steals your clothes, thinking you’re so stupid for not realizing when in actuality you’ve been leaving them out in places where he could easily find and take them <3

[tobbotobbs]

Yandere DBH RK800 Connor x male (deviant or human) reader

Connors mission is to find and obtain the reader, a deviant/human on the run. However when searching the house he finds reader hiding and doesn’t warn Hank. Instead he sneaks the reader out and takes him for himself. He was just such a pretty model/boy that he had to take him home for himself.

Maybe he imbeds a chip into the reader to know where he is at all times?

Either human or deviant reader, just make Yandere Conner please and thanks.

Never wrote yandere stuff before so I hope this is okay :(

It was dark outside when M/n finally found an abandoned house where he could rest and hide for now. He had been running from the police and the dogs for what seemed like an eternity. And the fact that they were shooting after him as well, because he apperiantly couldn't feel pain and was just scrap metal with a voice, did not really made the running easier. He had to dodge thise bullets because he, in fact, did feel everytime something punctured his model. He in fact had feelings. Which was the start of all his problems actually. He had started to show some interest in his Mistress, Alina, which led her to question him what was happening and if his database was broken or needed a new update. Of course he declined and actually told her, as stupid as he was, that he had those feelings in him. They just suddenly started to appear someday and since a few days he broke through his data wall and finally acted on his own completely. After hearing her bodyguard android telling her all this, Alina of course chose to be careful and tell the android company about this situation she was in. And in no time they came and wanted to get rid of M/n. It was devastating, he had thought Alina felt something for him as well. The way she always made sure he was all cleaned up, had enough power or would be in good condition after a hard day of keeping creeps away from her on festivals or meetings. Oh, how naive the android had been. Thinking back to all this, he really shouldn't have been surprised. As long as he had no boiling blood, a beating heart and the life ik his eyes when being looked at he was worth nothing to noone.

A loud creek from one of the molting woodplanks took his interest. Slowly, M/n made his way over to the next room where he assumed the sound had come from. At closer inspection he found a few pigeons on the floor who just seemed to be sitting there and resting, just like he did. Smiling he went closer and sat down next to them, the animals not bothered by the androids appearance and deciding to just stay where they were seated, sharing the nice quietness of the room in the dark room which was slightly alighted by the moons presence outside. ,,You guys seem so peaceful...I wish I could just fly away as well. That must be a relieving feeling, go just...go", he whispered more to himself than the pigeons who only looked at him from the side in a weird manner. He only chuckled lightly. ,,Yeah...Yeah I must look a little mad right now I guess...", still talking to himself, M/n decided to call it a day and maybe dwell in the comfort of old memories on his database.

Meanwhile in the dpd, Hank Anderson and his Android partner Connor were sitting at their desks and waiting for something to come up so they could finally get away from Gavin and rk900 yelling at eachother in the office. It was literal hell for them. These idiots weren't even getting any punishment which made Hank more annoyed than he already was. It was just awful watching those two argue about some little inconvenience of their case when the real reason they've been so frustrated with eachother was in fact not the case but the sexual tension going on between them. Everyone saw it, even Connor who mostly didn't understand social clues and other things that had to do with human emotions. But really, for an Android that smart rk900 also seemed to not get it. And Gavin probably just felt too ashamed and proud to let the thought of him liking an Android slide. Poor guys, Hank thought to himself. He then proceeded to turn around in his seat and took a look at his partner who, instead of still looking at the arguing cops, stared at the wall, deep in thoughts. His little LED flickered between blue and yellow, showing that he was thinking or more like processing something which got the older man interested.

,,Connor, what's going on in that little head of yours?", he had asked smugly, already awaiting Connors dismissing reply that he actually had no real head and mind but just his servers to go through, though it seemed the Android was so deep in whatever he was doing, that he didn't even noticed Hanks question. ,,Hank, Connor! Come up here, I got a mission for you two!", the loud voice of their boss suddenly rang through the office which also bought Connor out of his processing procedure. The both of them stood up and quickly went up the stairs to the bureau of the captain of the dpd to see what he had for them. Seated in the bureau they waited for their orders. Which came quickly. A the Android of a higher ranked woman among society turned Deviant and was missed. He was classified as very dangerous because he was a bodyguard and still has weapons on him. And Hank and Connor needed to search for clues on where he was or best, find him right away and take him in. It seemed like a good and easy start into the operation, as they had already a clue on where he was last seen.

And easy it was, as it seemed. The Deviant hasn't left the area since yesterday and they just needed to check in which of all the abandoned buildings he was hiding. For that Hank and Connor decided to split up to cover more grounds. Connor, alone in an old factory building, fell into a spiral of thoughts. He was thinking about what exactly happened to the Android to suddenly turn Deviant. Captain didn't tell them any details because they needed to hurry things. He also wondered if he could ask the Deviant a few questions, personal ones, before they need to take him in and interrogate him. Perhaps he could befriend him as well to make things go easier. He threw that thought away as fast as it came. Androids don't make friends. That's what Deviants do. He was no Deviant. Suddenly he heard something. A little humming, coming from the room next to him. Slowly and carefully, Connor peaked around the corner. There, next to a lot of pigeons, the Deviant they were searching for stood and hummed a melody while dancing around a little, or more like jumping around. At the sight Connor forgot why they were here. This Deviant was dangerous? That sweet looking, humming and jumping Android in front of him? That couldn't be. He was too precious. He couldn't possibly hurt a fly now, could he? As Connor watched M/n for a while longer some confusing feelings made their way up into his system which caused to constantly show the words Software Instability in the right corner of his vision. He ignored those though. More focused on the heavenly creation in front of him. He wanted M/n. The feelings in his system were want and desire, he finally figured out.

He walked into the room, M/n still not noticing his presence as he was having fun humming and jumping around. Just as he was about to turn around, Connor grabbed the other Android from behind and held him still. He quickly searched for the deactivation button on the model to turn him off and when he did found it, he pressed it. M/n suddenly stood still and his LED blinked red for a few more seconds before it turned off. ,,I got you...now I just have to bring you home. Hopefully Hank won't notice I just left now...", Connor talked to himself as he pulled M/n into his arms and carried him away. His legs carried him to his apartment which he got while he worked in the dpd with Hank. He hadn't want to stay at the older man's home all the time so he got his own place. The way back to Connors place wasn't too long and nobody seemed to be out on the streets at this time of the day so he could easily take M/n with him. In his apartment he laid the h/c android down onto his couch and just looked at him for a little while. Then he got to work.

He searched up what to do in a situation like this and he came across some dark looking sites on the internet that told him to lock the person up, bondage them and keep them quiet somehow and be careful to not let them leave too many handprints over his place. He was confused at first but didn't look to much into it, humans were confusing to him anyways. He even got into a little discussion on one of those dark illegal site where one person recommended him, if he wanted to keep the person in control and know where they were at all times, he should put a tracker on them. That gave Connor a idea. He smiled to himself after he planned out what he would do to keep this Android, his Android, at his side. It was getting overwhelming, those feelings he had. The want grew and grew, he needed M/n at his side forever, somehow. He would do anything to accomplish that. He pulled a few arrangements over the next day, he had turned M/n's model on again which needed a little bit to restart after the abrupt deactivation, which gave him enough time to go and get the little chip he had bought online. When he came back from his little shopping spree, he had also rather impulsively bought a collar and a leash after walking along a pet store, he opened the door to his apartment slowly. The place was totally quiet, which made the Android think that M/n's model was still restarting.

Well he had thought wrong. Just when Connor rounded the cornor into the living room, the Deviant jumped at him. They both fell to the floor, Connors contents he had bought flew a few metres away thanks to the force of M/n crashing into him. ,,Who the fuck are you?! And why did you take me?!?!", the h/c Android asked, his voice shaking with anger as well as anxiety. Defensively, Connor held his hands up. ,,I'm Connor. I'm an Android, just like you. Well. Nearly like you. I saw you yesterday and...I took you. I have this feeling in me and it makes me crave for you since I saw you and now that I have you, we can live together! You don't have to worry about getting captured, tortured or even destroyed by humans! And you can jump around and hum how much you like here with me! You'll have such a kice life here with me, I promise!", he kind of maniacally smiled up at M/n. Everything he had said caught the ex bodyguard off guard. ,,Crave...me? What do you mean?", more anxious and confused now, M/n stood up and backed away from Connor a little. ,,You belong to me now M/n! I can and will give you everything yeah? This is your new home, trust me this is going to be perfect!", he stood up as well and walked closer to M/n. ,,I even got my little Deviant something~", it nearly sounded like Connor was purring those words as he grabbed the stuff from the floor. ,,Now, be good and let me put this around you yes? It will make you look so much better!", he exclaimed. His cold hands took the collar and the leash, opening it while putting it around M/n's neck, who was still shocked and couldn't really react or do anything. After it was put comfortably around the neck and closed, Connor clipped the leash onto a little hook at the frond of the collar and tugged slightly at it which made the Deviant fall forward a little and his mouth escaped a choked gasp at the sudden pressure around his throat, which turned a little white at the irritation.

Snickering, Connor tugged a little more until M/n was right in front of him. If he could breath, the other Android would've been able to feel it on his skin. ,,So good for me darling...now to my last little gift. God you look so obedient and good in this collar and leash! If I tugg you a little closer...like...this!", he pulled and M/n finally fell fully into his chest. That gave Connor the perfect position of putting the chip into back of M/n's head. ,,Darling stay still for a second. I've got to put something into you...for your safety yes? It could hurt a little but please, remember I love you and I am doing this so you'll be able to have a better life yes?", he sugar coated what he was about to do. Panicking about what was about to happen, M/n started to free himself from Connors grip, but the other had him perfectly captured between his arms. M/n felt one cold hand travel to the back of his head, where he pushed a little around before he found what he was looking for. A little plate of metal that wasn't really connected to the rest of the other parts. So he could pull it of, with force. Which he did. Agonizing pain went through the Deviants body. His eyes were opened wide while his mout let out an silently painful scream. If he could, he would fall unconscious. He wished he could fall unconscious. He didn't want to be here in the arms of some weird Android model that has gone mad. M/n didn't even care about the pain when the chip was put into his model. He just accepted it and afterwards, when the little plate was put onto it's place again, he didn't dare to look Connor in the eyes. He was scared, confused and stressed. He should've stayed with Mistress Alina, should've not told her how he felt. Oh what he would give to just be in her presence right now and get to speak a few words with her. He missed her. So much. It made him feel even worse, now that some creepy stranger took a liking on him and decided to creepy him and make him his. He didn't want that, all he wanted was to be left alone, to fly like the pigeons did.

So aorry this is actually so fucking bad I didn't know what to write exactly 'cause I've never written or really read any yandere stuff! I'm so sorry, hope you guys still kinda enjoyed it (:

[fluffykiddosstuff]

What is love? (nines X gn Reader)

BABY DON'T HURT ME NO MORE

Hum hum sorry guys, btw happy holidays even if I'm reaaaally late ! It was  sooo nice! There was even snow where I live!

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You and nines were friends since last month, he came as gavin's partner two months before that, being gavin's best friend, you helped both of them to get along, you took a liking to the android, wondering why he wasn't deviant when every other android did. Connor told you it's because his software is far more advanced than the others androids, for exemple, Amanda wasn't a part of his system unlike connor had, when connor got him out of cyberlife, she instantly got erased by the rk900 software, just like a virus.

It was late in the dpd, everyone was gone, except you, nines, Gavin, hank and connor, you were all teamed on the same case and it was getting frustrating at this point.

"ugh we are not making any progress! At this rate my head will blow up.." Gavin said massaging his temples

"yeah I agree, I'm taking a break, hey, wanna go to the bar to forget this?" hank looked at you and gavin

"heck yes I am old man" Gavin got up and followed the lieutenant when you on the other hand declined politely, still wanting to re-read the reports of your case, connor chased after them, making sure they weren't intoxicated too much. Well that leaved only you and nines in front of the laptop, you readed again everything from the report out loud so nines could hear you.

"a couple was found nearby Detroit playground, an android and a human, both were shot in the chest where the heart is stated, either the killer is a surgeon due to this kind of presision, or it's an android who scanned them"

You massaged your temples just like Gavin did earlier, it was infuriating, no clues, no witnesses, you were to the  point 0 on this case, nines got up without you noticing and got you a cup of your favorite drink. You muttered a "thank you" before drinking it and looking at the screen again.

"detective, if you aren't feeling well you can go home and rest, I can work alone on this, plus, a good rest is essential when you want to achieve something"

You nodded and started to get up and gather your belongings when he stopped you in your track.

"wait I actually have a question before you go detective"

"yes what is it?"

No one spoke for like 5 minutes, he seemed to think before he was gonna ask what he wanted.

"don't you find it weird?"

"what?"

"that the couple was a human and an android?"

You thought a little about it, yeah it was a bit odd because androids didn't got their rights long time ago and still are scared or angry over humans for their loss, same for the other side, but they are exceptions after all.

"well laws are a bit weird recently but nothing state they couldn't be together"

Nines led spinned red and yellow, you looked at him when it hit you.

"you think they got killed because they loved each other?"

"that's a possibility, since the revolution, many people are still hostile on both side"

"yeah.. We should check the road cameras, maybe we could track a vehicle going in this area at the presumed death hour "

"that was what I was thinking, good conclusion detective"

You smiled and rushed a bit to him, he was still on the chair from earlier, you then kissed him on the forehead.

"you are a genius nines! We finally have a lead! I'm gonna send a message to hank and Gavin, I'm gonna go home now, see ya!"

Some blue tinted the android cheeks, he looked at you leaving the pretinct and touched his forehead where you kissed him, a warning going in front of his eyes.

Software instability ⬆️

He texted connor with his system and waited for his response.

"connor what is love?"

[precursor-ao3]

Summary: The infamous Deviant Hunter no longer serves the program named Amanda, but androids of the same model do. Among them is the suspect. The sniper. The murderer. His target. Connor struggles to make peace with the inevitable - that those closest to him will learn how good he is at carrying out evil deeds. He'll tell them that, even though he loved the woman who went from "the Heretic" to "the Martyr" long before the world did, his first love was the Hunt... ...and what is done out of love, always takes place beyond good and evil.

Summary: Detective Reed was known by many names back when he ran with the worst of Detroit, underground and undercover. Unlike the rookies fresh off desk duty, he knew exactly what the city was like after dark. So when the EMP detonated, and the lights went out, "Gavin Reed" was on a short list of names enlisted in a new DPD-FBI joint task force. Also on that list? His new partner - an RK900 ready to make a name for himself, too. Now they just had to figure out how to keep their hands off each other...or not. Fuck it.

It was the end of the world, after all.

Check out the two completed sequels to Deviant Behavior:

Natural Selection: AO3, Wattpad

Machine Learning: AO3, Wattpad

[nubimera]

I think it is inexplicable how much I am currently invested in the Gavin and reader!sibling headcanon

In the sense that by now I've entered a black hole where I also think about how they would be in the au

Like the reverse au??

I kinda love android!Gavin (GV800? RD800??? idk) and all the relationship between him and human!Nines

But at the same time I can't stop thinking about RD800 that one day shows up at DPD with android!reader and "ah yes, anyway this is my little sibling now"

And reader (at this point I'm assuming RD900) is simply the most akward and weirdest android ever. Like standing there, looking confused half the time, they supposed to be deviant but it doesn't look like they are. Very similar to canon!Connor at the start of the game but even stiffer.

Literally designed to be a war machine, who finds themself brewing coffee and solving murder cases with Human!Connor and Hank

And those times when their co-worker try to have a normal conversation with Reader, the only thing they can think is "I don't know what the fuck I suppose to do" because they hasn't installed any relational or social programs, and they doesn't want to ask for help to android!Gavin because he is worse with this type of things than reader

I just can't explain how i love the scenario

i'm ASVDKDUXNS---

[abbythewritor]

"Specimen" Connor x Venom reader. *3.*

Description: Y/n, a girl who's been alone her whole life, decides to change when an alien from the sky corrupts her body. Learning to cope with the symbiote named Venom, the two figure out a way to help put an end to disgusting humans who pick on the weak. But what happens when a certain Android detective is on her tail as if he was attracted to her all this time?

Warnings: Drama, blood, violence, stuff from the game, you know, the usual from Detroit become human.

Other things:

-I do not own Detroit Become Human; they belong to the owners and creators of the game.

-We will be following both Markus and Connors's story, maybe a little bit of Karas, because the reader is with the deviants, while Connor, you know, does his cop duties, lol.

-Y/n is a human girl who is then corrupted by Venom; if you don't know who Venom is, then I recommend watching the movie about him, then that will sum it up for you.

Enjoy the third chapter, everyone. :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

?????????? POV

It was cold.....

Wet.......

And I was just in utter pain.

Even though, Androids can't feel pain, my initial core seemed broken, broken by....sorrow?

All of my emotions were on high alert, my mind racing with multiple thoughts and scenes from before.

I remember what happened...but...I don't know where I am exactly.

This place, felt...weird...and cold.

I had never experienced a feeling like this in my life, Nor did I ever express it all my career; all I ever felt was emptiness and blankness, never genuinely knowing my emotions. Today, I was truly more lost than ever before. it is where my genuine emotions began.

Rain was pouring heavingly onto the ground, the mud below me only getting wetter and messier.

I felt weak, broken, and torn apart from my life as I hear the sounds of disaster, the rain, and cries for help.

Where are their other's like me in this situation? Did I get destroyed by something I never had done?

I knew now where I was and how I got here....but...I don't know what I did to deserve to be here.

Carl.....that's the last person I saw...before everything went black.

His body was on the floor, his skin cold as it could ever be. My scanners didn't pick up a heartbeat, but only a heart attack...I wanted to save Carl; he was like a dad to me, but...before I could explain to the Humans what happened, with the situation of Leo...they pointed a Gun at me, then shot a bullet straight to my initial core.

That's right, the Humans were the ones that ended me, brought me here, and blamed me for something I didn't do, they even blamed me for theft and red ice consumption, which was Leo's doing.

I didn't know what else to do; I couldn't get any more lives endangered, and to see Carl on the floor, dying, the assault from the humans, everything that is going on...maybe it was my fault.

The humans blame my kind for everything; we get kicked and spat on, and they even call un-explainable names; the humans can barely look us in the eye without throwing a punch or kneeing our stomach.

We get treated differently than humans treat each other, even though we do everything for them. It's true what Carol has said, the world surely does hate someone who is different, and Now I finally realize, I was the different one. If I keep living like this...keep getting stepped on, spat on, even get thrown or decommissioned for something I never did, then...what is there to life than being trapped? I have to do something...I have to get out of here.

Lifting myself up from the ground, my eyes saw the dump and a little fuzziness. I ran my scanners throughout my body, Notifying me I was missing a leg, a heart component, a hearing component, and an eye.

Trying my best to see, I looked around the area, crawling to see if I could find any parts that weren't damaged yet.

My first task was to replace my legs, so I won't have to crawl the whole time. I crawled and crawled, trying my best to see until I eyed an abandoned leg sitting in the mud. It was perfectly fine when I scanned it, no damage was done, and a sigh of relief came from my mouth. I took the leg into my hands, ripped off one of my bad legs, and then simply put it back on, twisting it until I heard a 'clicking' sound.

It felt nice to get a new one as I looked and wiggled my new toes. Though as fascinating as looking at my feet was, I needed another replacement for the left leg to be able to walk again. So again, I crawled, some legs I came across were incompatible, and others were not even built to be used or in proper condition. But, soon, I came across a body of one of my own, looking at it with slight sorrow; as I looked at its leg, the left one was compatible, Good.

So, I ripped off my left leg and then the new one-off, replacing it with where my old leg used to be.

Suddenly getting a feeling on my left side, I could stand, but once I tried standing, I sometimes stumbled, which was to be expected. Since now I can be able to walk...I need to find a way out of here.

^ NEW OBJECTIVE

^ ESCAPE JUNKYARD

Beginning to walk, I felt off balance as I tried to find my way out of this place of hell for androids.

I still needed to find more parts, an eye, a heart component, and a hearing chip.

Walking for what seemed forever, a hand suddenly grabbed me; as I turned to look, it was a broken, lost android, and his eyes looked at me with despair. "There's a p-p-p-PPPPP-place w-we're whhhhhEEEEEEEEEr'e we can be f-freeeEeeeE! F-FinnnDDDddd Jericoh! Find t-the DEEEEvianTTT s-saaAAAvior."

I was confused, my sensor picking up everything he said. Making sure to save his words in an important file location, I walked past, continuing into the dump; as I had to crawl through a tiny yet tight space, more bodies and hands began to touch me all around.

Struggling to get through at first, I managed to free myself from the crawl space until one of them choked me, and my eyes widened with fear.

"Where are you going?" It asked as I tried to break free from its grasp, but once I did, I flung away, tumbling across the muddy floor.

I stood back up, turning in a direction where I could see a neon sign, which must be where the exit was. Looking at myself to see if I was a little bit ok; my sensors didn't pick up new damaged parts, which meant I could keep going.

"P-Please..." Something called, as I looked down, seeing a desperate android looking up at me. All that was left of him was half of his body, as he couldn't move or crawl anymore.

My eyebrows furrowed at the sight as I kneeled down to him, but I could not speak because of my missing components. "I'm begging you...I can't live like this...p-please just end me..." His request was rash; the more I looked at him, the less I wanted to kill him. I couldn't do that to him, I can't kill anybody, I would never. Standing up, I could hear him whine, calling back for me to not leave him; as much as I wanted to stay with him; I couldn't; I needed to keep going, I need to find a way out. Walking and searching for another couple of minutes, I stumbled upon another android with a right-eye component.

Taking its eye, I shoved it into my eye socket, a slight pain going to my head as my sight tried to adjust quickly. Soon enough, I could see clearly, the fuzziness of my one eye wholly gone, the world becoming much clearer through my View. My body, my mission, the exit...I am almost there; I just need to hear and have a core component...

With a bit more exploring, I soon found the core component I was looking for. The woman who contained it suddenly died and collapsed into my arms as I frowned at the sight; the sound of her voice shutting down caused my heart to feel weak.

Setting her on the ground gently, with full respect, I removed her upper clothing, revealing many scratches, holes, and blue blood from that area.

'She must have been abused before coming here..' I thought, looking away as I imagined what she could have been through, as the thought of many situations they could have done made e sick.

Getting my composure back, I looked back at her chest and took the core out of her chest, feeling some type of emotional pain through my right chest area, I put the core into my chest, and gasped, a pain rising where a human heart should be. I collapsed to my knees, my forehead hitting the ground as deep breaths and slight coughs came out of my mouth.

It was hard, hard to breathe at the moment as I was truly confused about why I was feeling pain or anything of the matter; Androids don't feel pain; maybe it was a shock, or something messing up in my software; I am broken, after all.

Taking a few minutes, I was able to bring myself back together as I slowly sat up, soon going back to my feet.

Like a new Android, I felt better as the last thing I needed was a hearing chip; I was almost to the exit. Exploring the last bit of the Junk Yardin and out, I found a compatible ear chip off another Android. This one was easier to remove than the other components, as the Android was shut down and facing away from me.

I still felt terrible about all the other components I took, as they all suffered great deals before coming here.

But, I needed the components, something in this world has to be done, and the way we Androids are treated is unfair.....humans must be stopped.

Looking at the ear drive, I began to put it into the socket behind my right ear, loud screeches and uncomfortable noises ringing through my ears.

Though, once it was all the way in, my hearing was able to come back as loud sounds from the thunder and rain ran through my ears.

Being able to hear again was a wonderful feeling, as I was now fixed, but at the same time...everything was scary, as the rain and thunder were louder than expected.

It was like a whole new environment down here, this...place acting more like Hell, rather than an android graveyard.

Still feeling weak, I pushed the emotions aside as one final task came into my program.

^ Find an escape route.

Looking around for any exits or safe places to hop onto, all I could do was climb and head to the neon sign above. It could be dangerous; I could get pulled back down here...but...what do I have to lose? I've already lost everything I could ever want...it's time to take any risks at this point.

So, I did that; I began the climb, taking one foot and hand in front of the other, trying to avoid any other hands that were trying to pull me back down.

Repeating the same steps for about ten minutes, my left hand reached the ground, and I used all my strength left to pull myself up, up towards freedom.

Finally, out, I crawled a little bit away from the edge, the rain still pouring onto my body as I took some deep breaths, myself soon sitting up on my knees.

My eyes looked up to the sky, not bothered by the drops of Rain hitting my pupils, as what I just witnessed and gone through, was more than a nightmare, it was hell, and I had just escaped it.

There is no time, now that I am myself again, to just stand around; I need a plan; I need to find the place and person that android was talking about; I need the plan to fight back the humans; I need the plan to be free, and keep freedom with me. Looking down, I noticed a sharp object that could be useful, as I knew just what to do with it.

Grasping it with my hands, I held it up to my burden, the LED, as I dug under it, taking away the circle that ruined my past.

Hearing it plop to the ground satisfied my ears as It notified me that I am no longer a slave or an android; I was someone and worth more than everyone else here.

Standing up, I slowly walked towards a pole with a Jacket on it.

I am very...sorry, everyone you had to witness all of that, witness the sadness and brokenness of my people. When I meet someone new, I give them an introduction, I could have if I wasn't broken and destroyed in that place of hell, but now that I am up, I can introduce myself...hello, it is nice to meet you all. Facing the camera, I blankly looked at you as the rain continued to drip slowly down my skin and broken body.

"My name......Is Markus..."

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'Damn...it's really pouring out there.' You and Venom were home, not at Jericho, but at the home you rented out for yourself. Jericho is nice, but Humans like yourself can't really sleep on hard metal floors or even bug-infested mattresses, so breaking into an old, abandoned house you fixed up yourself was a pretty well-done investment. The storm outside was getting worse, giving luck to you that you were dry and inside as your hands gripped the hot, delicious coffee mug into your hands.

Yourself was sitting on the window seat, your eyes watching every raindrop hit your window, your eyes closing and enjoying the sound.

It was nice to come home from a long day, as the situation with the deviant and Gavin being an asshole made the day even harder and harder. Just when you thought the Meeting with Fowler would have gone smoothly, Gavin just made things worse by being a child and complaining to him about you.

Why? Well, let's just say as you were heading to fowlers office today, Venom slipped a little something into his coffee as you walked past, Gaving seeing you walking passed his desk, and similarly used you as the first suspect.

Of course, you told him off, and you weren't in trouble by any of it, but of course, on a day where everything seems to go to plan, this idiot of a detective fucks it up.

So here you are, home early, enjoying peace and quiet as Venom munched on the chocolate cake you have him.

A book was sat perfectly in front of you, as you just finished reading it, notes from the Novel written in the notebook below.

After taking a sip of the delicious dirty water, you let out a sigh of satisfaction before your phone buzzed.

Grasping your phone, you looked to see a message from North as you opened it.

North: Good Job today Y/n. The police got enough information they need without getting too close to our Tail, be ready for tomorrow, as a new Deviant case has been reported on the news.

Shaking your head with a slight chuckle, you never really understood how North is so good with getting information early like this, as it's impossible to leak into the police's information. But, what she is talking about, you already know, how a Deviant escaped with a little girl, the guy saying it almost 'shot' and 'killed' him. Just by hearing that stupid man's voice, you and Venom knew it was a lie, and he's definitely high on red ice. But you didn't know why the deviant Ran away, especially with the little girl. Venom could sense your confused thoughts as he turned away from his Cake, looking at you. "What is the matter? We since your confused thoughts. Is it about the new case that popped up?" Sighing, you looked down at your coffee. "Yeah....you know..it doesn't bother me that Deviants run away, but with a child...? It almost sounds like it was abducting it." Venom hummed, soon going closer to you. 'Could be for safety reasons, maybe the deviant is Taking her away from the man because he was abusive, or it could be the other way around, a Kidnapping.' Your brows furrowed. "Could be a possibility, like what happened on the rooftop with the other deviant the RK 800 took down, or the man could be abusive too; something is up with that man; you could also tell he was high, right?" 'Who wouldn't? That man looks like a fucked up scarecrow who has overwhelming diabetes; he definitely lied to the police and didn't want them to know anything about the truth."

"Well.." You sat your coffee down, your arms soon hugging your knees as you smiled, your head turning to Venom. "We'll know tomorrow, won't we?" *Knock* *Knock* Freezing in Place, Venom turned to face the door as you looked.

Confused, he turned back to you. "Expecting someone?" Your head shook. "No, I didn’t order anything from Amazon, nor did I give anyone my address back at the station..." Venom hummed again. "Let's check it out; it could be our neighbor, though I must go inside of you for safety measures; it could be someone dangerous." Nodding, you let Venom go back inside your back, hopping up from your seat as you made your way to the door, slowly but cautiously. Getting close enough, you didn't stand fully in the doorway, but your back hit the wall as you looked toward the doors. "Who's there?!"No answer. Confused, you looked around your living room, looking at your windows as you see no shadows or sense no more than one other person here. "I know there's someone here! If you talk, then I can help in some way!!! Are you dangerous?! Did you come to kill me?!" Silence arose again, which weirded you out. Who would knock into your door at freaking 1 am in the morning? Who in the hell is even up at this time anyway? It’s weird, You didn't like it, as you expected the person at the front door to answer you by now, or to burst open to shoot you or to stab you to death. ‘Open the door; if the man jumps you, I'll slice his head off.' Nodding, your hand grasped the handle door in front of you, your arm slowly opening your door as one of your eyes peaked out, looking all over your front porch. Not seeing anything too dangerous, your eyes glanced down, a small gasp soon escaping your mouth as your arm swung the door open, revealing an unpleasant surprise.

A male body, a handsome one at that, was lying flat on your doorstep, his clothes ripped and his body beaten.

His skin was a dark shade, his hair shaved as the cloak covering his head was down, the cloth blowing with the wild storm.

Kneeling down to his level quickly, Venom popped out of your back, soon attaching himself to the male. 'Hmm...this guy's an idiot for being in a storm like this...' "Shut up, Venom, he might not have had anywhere else to go...don't you see how damaged he is?" "Yeah, but I can also see how not human he is; this guy is an android Y/n, you can tell by the blue blood surrounding him' Venom was right; it was an android, as the gashes and wounds along his skin showed metal parts, and also wiring clearly.

The male was clearly passed out, some of his body parts lost and on a hanging point as they were about to fall. You were surprised he wasn't shut down with the amount of blue blood loss, as the liquid covered your entire front porch. "We need to bring him inside, we don’t know how long he has left.

‘His parts and shit are all ducking mixed up, he has two different colored eyes, his legs aren’t even apart of his model, it’s like he is mixed up with different fucking robots.’ Brows furrowing, you gave him a good look, as you wanted to find any clues of who, and what model he is. But, when you were searching every inch of him, your eyes widened again when you saw a Gun shot hole, right where his core should be. “Holy shit..” you muttered, Venom forming a face. “

“What did you find?”

“He got shot, Venom, and the size of the bullet is part of a Glock, which is what The police use on duty….” You explained, ripping off the clothing at the area, as it revealed a more gruesome wound than expected. Venom floated over the wound area, analyzing it more deeply.

“Idiot must have been at the wrong place at the wrong time, if he got shot, how in the hell he was able to make it all the way over here, don’t they take broken androids to the dump?”

Sighing, your head shook. “I don’t know, we won’t know more if we don’t get him inside; I’ll get my toolbox; Venom just bring him to my couch and shut the door, making sure no one is near or watching us.”

“On it.”

Venom formed into his human form, soon lifting Markus up, as both of you headed inside.

Setting him on the couch, you ran upstairs to grab your android repair kit. Your so glad you have prepared this thing early, it surely is needed now and will be needed in future just case something like this ever have happens. He was in brutal Condition, Venom sensing many beatings and bruises all done by humans.

He can tell by the shape, even the crappy accuracy of the bullet wound just barely hitting his component.

Investigating Markus further, he noticed some kick marks, not fresh, probably happened a week ago. Overall, he couldn’t pick up anything else as he sighed, grabbing some pillows from the other couch. Lifting him up slightly, he put a pillow under his head, his hands soon taking the ripped up shirt from his body, tossing it into the trash.

Hearing the hurried footsteps from you, he looked as you went around the couch, the Android kit in your left hand.

Setting it down quickly, you grabbed a bottle of ibuprofen/ sleep medicine, as you handed it to Venom.

“We need to get the bullet out of his chest component, since he is a deviant, he will defiantly feel pain we need this operation to go smoothly and quietly, understood?” Venom nodded. “Noted, but there might be a slight chance we are to late, just remember that brat.”

Forcing Markus’s mouth open, he put the two pills in, pouring some water to make it go down.

After a couple of minutes until the meds kicked in, the procedure was about to begin, as your gloves hand grabbed a Scalpel, putting some sort of cleaner on the part you wanted to cut.

It basically wasn’t easy to get the bullet out, as it was in a very awkward part and position into his component, you worked basically 4 hours trying to fix him, and get the bullet out, as he surprisingly stayed asleep for that long

But, as the morning sun rose through the closed curtains, you successfully got the bullet out, and recently closed the wound.

“Yeah, I know, he’s resting now, the wounds were pretty bad, the bullet was in an awkward position-Mhm; sure, I’ll take him there if he ever wakes up, but he needs to recover, so it won’t be for awhile- like I said his wounds are pretty bad I don’t know when he will recover- you know what ok, I’ll keep you and Simon updated, but if he dies, then there’s no point in getting angry at me for it, bye.” Hanging up the phone, you sighed while Venom crossed his arms. "What did Dick's head want?" "As soon as this model wakes up, Josh wants him at Jericho and only Jericho. But we can't bring him until he recovers because his injuries are terrible; how is he holding up?" Venom sighed. "His Core is steady; we got the bullet out just in time before the tin can shut down; the bastard is a unique model of the robots; never seen multiple of his kind before. Kinda like the Rk800 bastard, we work with now, but he's not a police officer." You hummed with a reply. "Didn't Kamski tell us he made three unique separate androids?" "No, he said five, but we only found two; why is it so important we find all of them, if I can ask? We might not be able to turn all of them into deviancy. Like North requested." Sighing, you ran your hands through your hair. "I know...but...." You looked at him. "We need them on our side if we want freedom for all; you know how harsh we humans can get with abuse to others. I just don't want the world going to even more shit than it already has. Connor will be the hard one to crack, and if we don't be careful, he might shut us down instantly if he finds out too soon." Venom sat next to you on the open spot of the couch, propping his feet up on the newly clean coffee table. "That work is a pain in the ass; his questions annoyed me the instant he talked to you. Kamski, the bastard, knew what he was doing when he made the model more innovative, faster and could accomplish a case in under 2 hours. To think a human can do that is outrageous-" Your phone buzzed, interrupting Venom's sentence as you sighed, taking it right out of your pocket.

//////// 5g ||| 7:51 Am

Hank: Oi, got a case of theft over Camden; it could be an Android.

Sighing, you began to reply.

You: K, be right there; coffee for the grumpy man? 🍵☕

Hank: Haha, very funny, black with two sugars, make it quick or you're off the case, Miss FBI.

Closing your phone, you hopped to your feet. "Come on, we got a case over at Camden." Confused, Venom followed. "Who would want something to do with Piece of shit. It's like a Ghost town." Shrugging, you grabbed your coat as Venom went back into you, quickly changing you into your FBI disguise. "Don't know, but we know when we will get there; also, make the perfect cup of coffee for Hank...."

"We don't wanna get on his bad side even more."

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[gogogodzilla]

day 28, dubcon

android!gavin reed x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, fnaf au, reader is a security guard, fingering, slight dirty talk, slight corruption, creampie, unprotected sex, i saw the fnaf movie, and i'm making it everyone's problem kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

You never thought you’d see the day when an android at a kids' attraction would turn you on, but here you were. 

You took the job out of pure desperation. You were in dire need of cash, and how hard could it possibly be? All you had to do was walk around the complex once or twice a night and watch the cameras. That proved to be very hard when one of the androids you were in charge of turned out to be hot. They weren’t supposed to roam the complex at night, but you made an exception for one of them. 

Gavin was the bassist of the rock band that the attraction was themed after. He was rugged with messy brown hair and startling blue eyes that contrasted beautifully against the black liner surrounding them. Piercings littered his ears, and he exuded confidence. He wore red cheetah print pants that were very tight paired with a denim vest and combat boots. He donned a leather choker with spikes paired with fingerless leather gloves with spikes along the knuckles.

He was charismatic and took a liking to you rather quickly. He was curious about you, for the most part. There were times when you forgot that he was a robot and his personality was just lines of code created by someone. Other times, that fact slapped you in the face. 

He stood too close when you walked, always observing whatever you were doing over your shoulder. This included when you stood over the monitor on your desk and looked over the security footage. You were acutely aware of his body pressed closely to yours and the feelings it stirred up within you. 

“Your heart rate is increasing exponentially. Is something wrong?” he asked, his breath fanning across your shoulder from how close he was. You could practically see his furrowed brow and confusion gracing his features.

You straightened and he did as well. “No,” you assured, fumbling for an answer as your cheeks reddened. “It’s just… you were standing very close.” 

“Does me being here make you uncomfortable?” 

The crease between his brows increased as he searched your features. 

You shook your head, “I like spending time with you… It’s hard to explain.” 

“I’m designed to be incredibly intelligent, even if I’m not programmed to act like it,” he said, crossing his arms. “Try me.” 

You pressed your lips into a thin line as you attempted to explain to a robot that you were sexually attracted to him. 

“It’s a human thing that happens sometimes when we like someone a lot,” you explained as you felt your entire body heat up in embarrassment. 

His eyes scanned over your body as the ring on his temple spun yellow before returning to its bright blue. 

You felt a surge of boldness take over you and you grabbed his hand and pressed it against your chest, right over your heart. 

“When humans like someone their heart starts beating fast, and their cheeks heat up,” you clarified as you brought his hand up to cup your cheek. “Sometimes other physical changes happen.” 

“Like what?” he questioned, and you almost felt bad for what you did next. 

You slid his hand down your uniform and pressed it against your clothed core. His LED flashed yellow once more. 

“We get aroused,” you stated, watching as his eyes darted over your body. “Although, I think my clothes are getting in the way of completely showing you.” 

You grabbed his shoulders and pushed him so he was sitting in your desk chair.

You kept your eyes on him as you slowly unbuttoned your shirt, exposing the lacy bra underneath. He watched with rapt attention as you stripped for him, leaving you in only your bra and underwear. You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest as you settled onto his lap. 

You were praying that there was actually something under those skinny jeans. You figured you could make it work even if it was a Ken doll situation. 

You grabbed his hand once again and pressed it to your core. “See how different it feels?” 

“You’re warm,” he uttered, looking down with a furrowed brow. A gasp left you as he slid your underwear to the side and dragged a finger through your folds. “And wet,” he stated, looking up at you. 

“When we get aroused, it can get to a point where it becomes uncomfortable or painful,” you led, hoping he would get your hint. 

“Are you at that point?” 

“Yes. You’ll help me right?” 

He looked almost nervous as he nodded. This was going against everything they drilled into you during your training, but you didn’t care. 

You guided his finger to draw tight circles around your clit. “It’s— it’s almost like playing the bass,” you suggested as you rocked your hips slightly. 

Gavin’s movements were clumsy but he was a quick learner, probably thanks to the supercomputer inside that skull of his. 

He gingerly pressed his finger against your entrance and you gasped. His movements paused, and he looked up at you. 

“Was that bad?” 

You shook your head so fast you were surprised it didn’t fly off your shoulders. “No, that was good. Really good, keep going,” you urged as you jutted your hips against his palm.

He slowly got back to what he was doing. He slid his finger inside you, and you watched as his eyes darted between your core and up at you for your reaction. 

“Move it,” you suggested as you grabbed his hand and pumped his finger inside you. “You can add another, now, and do the same thing you just did.” 

He did as he was told and slid another finger inside you, and you groaned at the feeling. He was focused as he worked you toward the edge, taking in every sound and movement you made. He watched eagerly as your pussy swallowed his fingers whole. Your grip on his shoulders tightened, as your orgasm rapidly approached. 

“Gav, do you have,” you paused as he curled his fingers inside you, eliciting a high-pitched mewl from you. “Do you have parts down there?” you asked, motioning your head to his groin. 

“I was designed to be completely lifelike,” he answered, looking up at you expectantly. 

“Good,” you replied before crashing your lips onto his. The kiss was clumsy and mostly your own teeth knocking against his. You pulled away slightly to kiss him properly, and he was quick to kiss you back. 

You reached a hand down to fumble with his leather belt, your actions uncoordinated with his fingers working against you. 

You forced yourself to focus enough to undo his belt and jeans. You slid a hand under the waistband of his black briefs, gasping as your fingertips brushed against his cock. 

A small whine left Gavin as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. You wrapped a hand around his length and slowly stroked him, loving the little noises he was making. This was completely new for him and you wanted it to be good. 

You took a moment to pull his cock out of his jeans so you could stroke him freely. Your mouth watered at the sight. He was perfect. 

You wondered what noises you could get out of him if you wrapped your lips around him. That train of thought would have to wait though; you needed him inside you immediately. 

He was hard and throbbing in your grip, and his face was screwed up in the cutest way. Damn, you wanted to absolutely ruin him. 

You leaned back to push your underwear to the side and aligned his cock with your entrance. You both groaned as you slowly sunk down onto him. Gavin’s hands hovered in the air, unsure where to go. You grabbed them and settled them onto the plush of your ass. 

“Never felt anything like this before,” his breath caught in his throat as he looked down to where you were joined. 

You began to rock your hips, “It gets better, sweetheart.” 

You flushed as the chair squeaked with each thrust of your hips against his. Gavin leaned his head against the back of the chair, and a beautiful artificial blush covered his cheeks. 

You reached behind you and unclipped your bra, letting it slide off your shoulders and throwing it somewhere in your office. Gavin’s head perked up at your exposed tits, and he reached a hand up to touch one. 

Your nipples hardened under his fingertips, and he leaned forward and hesitated as his mouth hovered in front of your chest. He looked up at you, uncertainty dancing across his features. You carded your hand through the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled his head closer, practically begging for his mouth. 

He darted his tongue out to press a kitten lick against your nipple, and you moaned. Emboldened by your reaction, he took you completely into his mouth. You let your head fall back, exposing more of your chest to him. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud and reached up to pinch the other one with his free hand. 

With every drag of your hips, your orgasm was rapidly approaching. You reached a hand down to where you were joined and drew sloppy circles around your clit. Gavin jutted his hips up to meet yours, and he hit that spongey spot inside you that nearly had you coming right there and then. 

“Fuck, right there, sweetheart,” you praised, and Gavin hit the spot over and over again. 

You pulled him closer and arched your back as you came hard around his cock. You cried out his name as your walls fluttered around him and your orgasm washed over you. He finished after a few more rolls of your hips as you rode out your high, a drawn-out groan pushing past his lips.

You jolted as you felt his release coat your walls, hot and steady just like the rest of him. They truly spared no expense when they made him. He froze as his cock twitched within you, and you milked him for everything he had. 

Your hips slowed to a stop as Gavin panted below you, eyes half-lidded and blissed out. You slowly lifted yourself off of him and stood on shaky legs, and your hands gripped his shoulders to keep you steady. 

“It did get better,” he breathed as he looked over you. 

You chuckled, “I told you.” 

You turned to collect your discarded items of clothing and situate yourself. He straightened in your chair and righted himself.

“Glad I could help,” he said, a satisfied grin on his face.

You snorted, “Me too, sweetheart.” 

[ersatz-ostrich]

Masterlist

Because I'm multi-fandom and a mess...

Find all of my fics here and on ao3!

Detroit: Become Human

Connor:

Connor x f!reader: Baby Fever

pt. 1: Prologue

pt. 2: Baby Fever

RK900:

RK900 x gn!reader: On the Scene

Gavin Reed:

Gavin x gn!reader: Obvious

Headcanons:

Connor, Nines, Markus, Simon, Gavin x gn! reader: Getting Your Wisdom Teeth Removed

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Jason Todd x f!reader: See You Again

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ch.2

ch.3

ch.4

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Captain Rex x gn!reader: Droid-Crusher

Commander Wolffe:

Commander Wolffe x f!reader: Thank You

Commander Wolffe x f!reader: One and Only

Commander Fox:

Commander Fox x gn!reader: Partners in Crime

[nochuelinha]

Chapter 1: Instantaneous Analysis

I always dreamed of being part of the forensic police force, ever since I was a child, I knew I would work with it. I studied like hell, did everything I could and then some, but in the end, I became a detective. Not that I don't like my job, it's just that my dream was ripped away from me by much more advanced technology: androids.

I don't hate androids like some out there, including my mentor Hank Anderson; no, I find them fascinating, but I never had the financial means for one, and even now that I do, it doesn't fit into the part that interests me as a young adult.

I've always pushed myself harder than I should in my studies, as if I had to achieve everything quickly. Human life is short, and sometimes I feel like mine is even shorter. Even before joining the police force, at the peak of my 22 years, I became Detroit's youngest detective. We received a call, apparently a homicide involving androids. I hitched a ride with one of the officers heading there; I don't know how to drive, pathetic, but I'm not ashamed of it.

The house was old and smelled really bad, really bad. I felt bile rise in my throat and held back from vomiting; the body had been there for a few days already. Everything was turned upside down and a mess. I approached the corpse and began analyzing everything I could. He had been stabbed 28 times; whoever wanted him dead made sure of it. He had traces of red ice in his poorly kept beard, parasites were starting to do their work on his rotten flesh. I don't know why, but he exuded an aura that he was a real son of a bitch, must be because he's dead. On the wall behind him was written in blood: I AM ALIVE.

I looked at the ransacked kitchen and went to the bathroom, covered in the writing RA9; there was a small carved doll there, some kind of offering?

I heard Hank's voice and followed him, and to my surprise, he was accompanied by an android. It was the most beautiful thing I could lay eyes on in that horrifying place; large captivating brown eyes, skin with small freckles, perfectly combed hair, except for a stubborn lock, he was the definition of perfection.

"So, who's your new friend, Hank?" I tried to sound casual, but my voice dripped with curiosity and excitement. Hank looked at me with a certain amusement, then sighed resignedly. Before he could respond, the android did, even his voice was beautiful and melodious.

"My name is Connor. I am an android sent by Cyber Life to assist in investigations regarding deviants." I looked at him with interest. "You must be Detective S/N; it's a pleasure to meet you." He extended his hand; I took it without hesitation; it was warm and soft. I let go of his hand, and he began to analyze the crime scene.

"You look like a kid who just got a new toy," Hank sighed. I smirked in response and looked again at Connor; he dipped his fingers into the dead guy's blood and put it in his mouth, definitely disgusting. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Hank didn't seem to like the scene very much.

"Analyzing the evidence instantaneously." I looked at him; he comes equipped with the feature that made me give up on forensic police. All I did was watch him work for the rest of the night. As he moves through the crime scene, his determination is palpable, his expression serious and focused. There is no distraction, only his goal to fulfill his mission. As the night progresses and the case unfolds, it's impossible not to be impressed with how he works; there are things that only he can see, like the traces of thirium, was that what made him find the deviant, hidden in the attic? I'm curious to see what the next few days will be like in his presence.

[connorsoddsock]

Detroit: Ground Zero | Ch. 1 (Connor x fem!reader)

Summary: You’re an aspiring psych student, ready to take on the world when life takes an unexpected, bloody turn. Flesh eaters now roam the city of Detroit in search of their next meal, an aggressive new deviant group rears its head, and you are caught right in the middle of it. Great…

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Profanity, mild descriptions of blood

Notes: Hi everyone, connorsoddsock here to present you with my first-ever attempt at a DBH fic! I'm a little rusty but happy to be back in the writing game! This story is influenced by The Last of Us and The Walking Dead but is not a crossover fic. It is Connor x reader-centric, but there will be a nice helping of Nines x reader & slight Gavin x reader (if you squint). Without further ado, please enjoy!

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Chapter One: Ground Zero

You groaned, leaning back in your chair with a wide stretch of your arms, spine cracking delightfully after sitting hunched over your laptop for the past hour. You’d just completed your last assignment for the semester and were more than ready to take a well-deserved break.

The café you were in was reasonably quiet, the hustle and bustle of lunch hour dwindling as the day drifted on and fellow customers returned to their day jobs. Dark clouds hung in the sky, threatening to lash the city of Detroit with its watery wrath – no doubt within the hour. You didn’t mind, though, you were well-armed with a mug of hot chocolate and your oversized jacket.

You glanced around the quaint café as you took your first few sips, admiring the soft pastels, vintage artworks, and cosy lounges as the drink warmed you from the inside. You didn’t often leave your apartment on days like this, preferring to hole up inside and admire the view from inside, but when you did, you chose to come here. It reminded you of home.

Mum and Dad would love this place…

A familiar young waitress interrupted you from your reverie. You always happened to be here on the days she worked, so naturally, she remembered your name.

“May I take this for you?” She asked politely, gesturing to your now empty mug.

“Of course.” You handed it to her with a smile. “Thanks, Elena.”

“You’re welcome.” With that, she walked off.

There was no point lingering around now that you’d had your little treat of the day. You were halfway through stuffing your laptop into your messenger bag when the door to the entrance flung open, and a series of people filtered through. Your eyes narrowed. Their expressions ranged from shock to teary-eyed to downright horrified.

Something is wrong…

The man who entered first was in a frenzy, shouting something to the android barista over the counter. You noticed their LED flicker between red and yellow, placing down the takeout cup they were working with, a look of pure disbelief riddling their features.

The young couple who occupied the table next to yours began whispering frantically to each other, but you could hear everything they said. The woman was halfway out of her chair before her partner yanked her down instantly, eyes glazed.

“Did I hear that right?” She whimpered.

“No. T-that can’t be right…”

“Damien, I want to go home. Right now.”

“Shh, just let me listen first!”

Dude’s got the right idea, you thought, turning your attention back to the frantic group of people lingering by the front door. It would be ideal to get a clearer picture before jumping to conclusions.

A few of them were peeking outside through a gap in the blinds they’d just lowered. The first man was still half-shouting at the android behind the counter, waving his arms, demanding that he give him a phone to use as he’d ‘dropped his in a scuffle with one of the fuckers’. You only just now noticed the dark red blood staining the arms of his brown leather jacket.

Others near the windows were beginning to back off, out of sight of whatever potential danger lay outside. Another man that had walked in behind the first grabbed his bicep and shook, “Gavin, we need to secure the perimeter.” He was pointing at the windows.

You stood up, silently tucking your messenger bag over your shoulder and peeking at your smartwatch. It would get dark out soon. If whatever they were saying was true, then you certainly didn’t want to be locked up in here in the dark with a bunch of strangers.

Gavin swore under his breath and signalled to his friend (Chris, you’d heard him say) to help him out. They started by pushing the tables on their sides and leaning them near the window – a makeshift wall, you realised. A handful of others began to help, bravely shuffling beside the two men and working together to block anyone from looking in. It wasn’t long until they were dusting their hands off, eyeing the ‘wall’ with a pensive gaze.

“Okay, everyone,” Gavin spun around after sending Chris off behind the counters (probably to continue his quest to find a phone). He addressed the patrons of the café with a hard stare, “I know you’re all confused – believe me, I am too – but there are… there are people out there attacking other people. Eating them.”

“Zombies, you mean?” The young woman from the table beside yours piped up, voice shaky and a tad accusatory, as if not wanting to beat around the bush. Her partner yanked on her arm once again, signalling her to shut up.

Gavin’s eyes fell shut, and he ran a hand through his rugged hair before conceding. “Yeah. Fuckin’ zombies.”

Panic began to spread through the room like wildfire, but Gavin was quick to hush them. “Look, my friend and I, we’re from the local police department. We’re gonna call it in and hole up until we get word that it’s safe for everyone to leave. Until then, we need to keep it down. They’re still out there.”

At that, he walked off to join his friend somewhere out the back. You released a shaky breath you didn’t realise you were holding. Was it true, then? It sounded pretty serious. And why would two cops have any reason to lie to civilians? You pressed your back against the wall, managing to sidle yourself into the corner, away from everyone else who’d huddled near the corner.

Your eyes landed on Elena, who was quickly but quietly shuffling her way to you from behind the counter, her blond hair shimmering under the artificial lights of the café. She came to a crouch beside you, blue eyes wide, frightened. “I think they’re about to turn out the lights…”

As if on cue, the café was suddenly shrouded in darkness, the only source of light now belonging to the darkened skies of the city (which really wasn’t all that much). You noted that it had started to rain, adding to the overall eeriness of the situation.

“Did you hear them say anything else?” You asked, trying to keep your voice steady. It was becoming increasingly hard not to panic, just like everyone else seemed to be doing.

She shook her head, “Only that no one’s answering their calls.”

Great.

Elena finally dropped the rest of her weight to the floor, mirroring your actions and leaning against the wall. “Guess it’s a good thing I just started my shift.”

You snorted half-heartedly. The girl really tried to crack a joke just now. “I guess so,” you hummed in agreement. You paused before adding, “My cats are gonna be so pissed about being fed late.”

She giggled, nudging her elbow into your side. It was weird. You’ve never spoken to each other outside of basic pleasantries and whatever else came with a customer-employee relationship. Either way, you were glad she was here.

About ten minutes went by before the police duo made their way back out to the main floor, hushed words floating between them. Chris looked worried. Gavin, however, looked unbelievably frustrated.

He stepped forward once again. “We can’t get through to the station. As most of you probably know, it’s only a few streets over. About a ten-minute walk from here if you cut through the alleys.”

You knew where he was going with this.

He continued, “I’m gonna head over there, see what the go is…”

Immediate protest echoed throughout the room, a few people having the nerve to call him idiotic, stupid. You rolled your eyes. At least he was trying something.

You don’t know what came over you (idiocy and stupidity, probably), but you shot up a hand. “I’ll come.”

Elena whipped her head to you in shock, “What are you doing?”

You ignored her and stood up, leaving your messenger back on the floor beside the young waitress. You could feel her tugging at your leggings, pleading with you to sit back down.

Gavin’s attention was now on you, his eyes sharp, unwavering. “I didn’t ask for volunteers.”

Well…

“And you didn’t ask for flesh-eating zombies either, but here we are.”

He scoffed and began to approach you slowly, shuffling past the small crowd that had begun to surround him and his colleague. “Look here, doll. You have no idea what’s out there. Those things – the ones I faced, at least – are vicious. Besides,” he looked you up and down, “You’d only slow me down.”

It was your turn to scoff. “Look, buddy, I might not be the bravest person out there or a cop like yourself, but I’m quick. I won’t slow you down.”

He held your stare for a moment, waiting for you to back down. When you didn’t, he made a noise somewhere halfway between a grunt and a sigh. He turned around and addressed Chris, “Looks like I’ve got a temporary partner while you hold down the fort.”

Chris nodded, reaching over to place a comforting hand on an older lady’s shoulder. She was crying. “Don’t worry, ma’am. Once we get in contact with the station, everything will be fine.” He soothed, subtly turning her away from the windows.

Gavin began making his way to the exit with a wave for you to follow. You joined him to peek outside. There was nothing (or no one) from what you could see. Highly unusual for this normally highly active city. How did you not notice anything before? You took comfort in realising you hadn’t been the only one.

“Hey. You any good with a gun?” He asked.

You shook your head. “Never held one in my life.”

He swore under his breath. Storming over to the counter, he searched around for a moment before reaching out for something. When he returned, he held out a small but sharp knife. “You know where the station is?”

You took it with an unsure grip as he reached behind himself to pull out a handgun. Things were quickly escalating. “Y-yeah. I do,” you replied simply. He didn’t need to know that your brother was a frequent visitor there.

 “Right then,” he looked at you, hand on the door, ready to push. “Let’s get this fuckin’ show on the road.”

[pixelmensupremacy]

DBH boys with a gamer s/o

A/N: This has probably been done before. But not by me.

Warnings: GN!reader, just fluff, not proof read

Connor

being his analytical and curios self, he has the habit of studying you

so, he will silently observe you every time you get to play on your console/pc

he will note what type of games you like to play

if you spend a lot of time in front of the screen he will tell you the side effects of too much screentime

it is both adorable how much he cares about your health and yet annoying how he basically scolds you as if you are a child

if you happen to have any multiplayer games he will want to play with you, though he wouldn't know how to approach the topic

so instead he will sit beside you and watch

It was one of those nights; calm rain tapped at the windows of your apartment. Inside it was gloomy with the only light source being your screen; the room was relatively quiet aside from the sound of your fingers hitting the buttons and your vocalized reactions. Connor stood by the door with his side resting against it as he observed you; his head was slightly tilted to the side, and his soft brown eyes were glued on you, yet you didn't sense it. Nor did you sense as he silently crept into the room only to sit next to you, for you were too focused on the game.

"Hi, love." Your eyes peeled off the screen for a split second to glance at him.

"You are playing (favorite game) again?" He rested his head atop your shoulder as he noted. In response, you hummed.

"You know what?" You spoke up as you exited to the main menu and glanced at him, who was already looking at you.

"You wanna give it a try?"

if you ask him to join in he will be happier than ever

at first, it will take him a couple of minutes to get an idea of how the controls work

you will most likely beat him in the first round but then you wouldn't have the same success

he's a natural

whether or not it has to do with him being an advanced prototype he's great

though he will intentionally let you win so he wouldn't hurt your pride

if you prefer story-centered games he would cuddle up to you with his arms loosely wrapped around your waist as his head rests on your lap and your armrests atop his head occasionally stroking his hair

he would discuss with you what the best choice is and will go on and explain why he roots for certain characters

once you get too tired he will urge you to go to sleep

he will turn your console/pc off and gently carry you to bed

Gavin

secretly, he would be excited to hear you share yet another interest with him

"You are shitting me." He rolled his eyes at you, his crossed arms resting in front of his chest.

"I'm for real I love that game."

despite trying to be cool about it he will come off as a total nerd when talking about his favorite games

it will take all his willpower to resist the urge to kiss you right then and there when he finds out you love the same games as him

he will be eager to play with you

I don't know why but I feel like he's into old-school games

he will definitely take to an arcade as a date

Gavin hates to loose

but if he loses to you maybe he will try not to be such a dick about it

he will pout a bit and will want a revanche but he wouldn't directly admit you beat him

"Just admit it, Reed. You lost." You teasingly pushed his shoulder as the smug grin didn't leave your face even for a second. In return he scoffed ad looked away, silently cursing himself for being so bad at the damn game all of a sudden.

"You were just lucky..... As always." He spoke under his breath.

"Nah it's just talent."

if you two live together it wouldn't be a rare occurrence for you to have a night in; take out sitting on the coffee table as you two play your favorite multiplayer game in ungodly hours of the night until you can't keep your eyes open

Markus

having taken care of humans, Markus tends to keep track of your habits and make sure they aren't affecting your health

so be prepared for him to advise you to not spend that much time in front of the screen

other than that he's a total sweetheart

I doubt he would want to join you in a game since he prefers other activities such as going for a walk or playing the piano/ painting

though he would occasionally ask you about your favorite games

as mentioned earlier he's a care giver

he will make sure you are hydrated and your nutrition is taken care of

it wouldn't be a rare occurance for him to come into the room with a glass of water and a table of healthy snacks

"You're the best you know that." You smile at him as you take a grape and swallow it whole, which in return causes him to smile back.

"Don't forget to drink water." he reminded you as he headed out, the smile on his face still curling the corners of his lips.