#dbh one shot

[brandnewhuman]

IN THE BACK OF

MY MIND

∆one shot∆

Starring:

Elijah kamski x Connor

CONTENT:

Tw: major character death, hurt no fucking comfort bros. Canon typical violence, guns and bullet wounds, maybe a lil gory description(?) Kind of suicide. Angst so much angst it's getting ridiculous

Summary: he needed to make it right

A/N: okay folks i have finally made it. IM PARTICULARLY PROUD OF THIS ONE CAUSE I HAVE NEVER WROTE ACTION SCENES AND IT WAS PRETTY HARD. Anyway, first ship fic too so let's fucking go broskies. This idea came to me because of a convo with @bloodlst . I hope you all like it BYE

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He has always prided himself of being really hard to upset, his control over his own emotions and reactions have been mastered through years of hiding them away from anyone.

But to be completely honest, this was starting to get really unsettling really fast.

Maybe he had really sheltered himself too much, self-imposed Isolation far away from every problem and everything that could disturbed his inner peace for too long, cause right now even he couldn't help the painful and uncomfortable knot growing in his chest.

Ever since he has made his controversial comeback as a cyberlife CEO fully supporting Markus and new Jericho in their struggle for android rights, he has been pestered by the DPD with requested presence during particularly nasty android abuse cases. He understood the need of having him, since he has basically created them, to help the investigations go smoother and get more information out of the androids without traumatising them any further.

Connor hasn't been that happy about it since he knew how unpredictable a scared and traumatised android can be but Elijah had reassured him countless times of how he was more than capable of handling this.

Truth be told, his reason behind being helpful was a little bit more selfish than he would like to admit. Ever since his recent comeback and collaboration with Jericho he has come to face the consequences his hiding away from the world had brought which, unsurprisingly, were quite serious.

For one his already rocky relationship with his brother has somehow been even more affected by the fact that while being in his little own piece of paradise he has ended up being even more unreachable in case of need than before. He expected leaving behind his few and precarious relationships would end up in people resenting him, contrary to the popular belief he did feel guilty though and he knew perfectly well that shutting everyone out has been a really shit move from his part, but what he was supposed to do? He could argue that he deserved a break, he deserved to be left alone even at the cost of sounding selfish.

He has spent his whole life being pulled one way or another, used by everyone and anyone and squeezed past his very limit just to be thrown out in the end. Being kicked out of his own company, the very thing he had built on his own and has cared for since day one, just because he wanted it to be much more than just a mindless mass-production brand was the cherry on top of a very fucking depressing cake.

He was just tired of all of it and no one seemed to get it cause somehow he always managed to be seen by everyone as some sort of narcissist and heartless prick no matter what.

Well not everyone, there was Connor who, for some reason that completely escaped Elijah's comprehension, decided to make it his mission to be the one who would put up with the reclusive CEO. At one point Connor explained it as the closest thing to what humans call "gut feeling" about Elijah being more than just a cryptic and sarcastic asshole, Elijah on the other hand just thought it was poor judgement and really bad taste, maybe even a little bit of masochism.

But despite all his efforts to keep him at arm's length the android really used every bit of his programming perseverance to make Elijah cave in. Hank once said that it's hard to hate the boy when he's the embodiment of a lost puppy around people he likes and Elijah had to agree with that. He was so used to never needing any kind of love from anyone, to never expect anything without the other person having ulterior motives behind their actions that Connor's presence was as scary as it was intoxicating.

The irony of being more comfortable around his own creations rather than humans didn't go unseen, but they were truly quite a pair, always out of place among their own people but never between themselves. Just to think about going back to not having Connor makes him sick, the idea of losing the only person in this world he can give all his unconditional love and trust to without getting back anything less than the same was annoyingly debilitating.

He got so wrapped up in making his own world revolve around Connor and his positive opinion on him that the reality of what the world really thought of him crushed on him like hundreds stones at full speed.

It has been brought to his attention by many rather unpleasant encounters since being back in the city, that he's not just disliked by a large number of humans but by an even bigger amount of androids. Once again not really surprising, the common reason that seemingly brought both humans and androids together against the inventor was always tied to his self-imposed exile in one way or another. Only difference was that androids were undeniably more in the right of being mad and to be honest their hate hurt Elijah more than other humans' disappointment.

He did abandon them, he could and should've done something for them since their very existence is because of him but he just kept hiding away, fooling himself into believing that if he didn't see the problem then it wasn't really there. He could feel the painful and oppressing wave of guilt Connor has described to him so many times and it truly was as terrible as his beloved android described.

That's why when it came to interacting with androids he seemed to lose all that confidence he otherwise always carried around, not even a joke or one of his usual snarky remarks escaped his lips while meeting Markus and the others at Jericho or when an android seemed to recognise him on the street he never dared to allow himself to feel any type of annoyance at their angry gaze.

Connor did end getting more worked up about it for the both of them anyways and he couldn't even begin to explain to his big hearted android why their resentment was well placed and why it wasn't as unfair as how he got treated because of his ex deviant hunter occupation for which he didn't got any choice. From Elijah point of view it was just some well-deserved payback for a really big fucked up.

Which led him to accept captain Fowler's offer of helping Hank and Connor with android cases as some sort of consultant in particularly difficult cases where they needed to be extra sure the androids would not self-destruct themselves. He needed to make it right and somehow all the things he tried to do never felt enough, so what better than actively being there this time for the newly deviated androids who were having trouble with their emotions?

"He is a PL600 model, responds to the name Michael. His former owner and partner, Jeffrey Miller, filed a report of missing person report after he went missing 2 months ago. The bastard that was keeping him doesn't seem to have any criminal record besides some minor warnings after some neighbours complained about loud noises" Hank handed the file to Elijah who was transfixed by the state of the android sitting on the other side of the two way mirror that separated the interrogation room with Connor.

"We found evidence of him being involved with android trafficking. It's obvious he kidnapped Michael for his biocomponents, we have found more android parts as well in the house" Hank hard tone did nothing to hide his frustration and concern with the situation, likely due to now being basically Connor's parent figure.

Michael reminded Elijah so much of one of the androids they kept inside the evidence room that he was able to fix, Daniel which was too a PL600.

Hank crossed his arms and looked at Elijah before keep going with the information "His neighbour called because of the smell. Connor did that reconstruction thing and said that the android tried to fight back which resulted in that asshole dying. As many androids who go through this he just hided inside the house"

Michael sported everything from dents on the side of his head, to patches of white exoskeleton showing where scratches or marks have damaged the synthetic skin, to dark bruises or the closest thing to human bruises to even a missing arm. The most noticeable thing was his jaw piece being completely white now that it has been somehow kept from falling all together and put back to place.

He was used to seeing damaged androids, but for some reason the sight of Michael was much more disturbing than anything else. The discomfort was similar to how he felt every time he had to fix Connor after being hurt during work.

He quickly checked the file Hank handed him, a frown upon his face while trying to concentrate enough to gather as much information as possible to know how to handle the situation. "I suppose he has gone through a hard reset thus explaining why he didn't try to go back to Mr Miller… " his frown deepened as he looked up to see Hank nodding at him in confirmation.

"That fucker was busy with another android before getting to Michael. He probably forced him to stasis until he was done with the other victim" he could already see what Elijah was about to asked so he took a deep breath and braced himself to answer the unspoken question while carefully keeping his gaze off Elijah, not sure enough of wanting to see his reaction "the other victims…it was too late. Connor couldn't even find any memories in them or saveable data. I'm sorry kid…"

Logically he knows he cannot save every single android around but it is still hard to just accept the fact that sometimes there was nothing he could do, that he has failed yet again. The guilt from thinking that somehow this could've been prevented if he did something sooner and the sadness of knowing that a whole person, a small world who has most likely fought its whole life, has died and he couldn't do anything about it. Yes, he could always replace biocomponents, reprogram and make them from scratch but they wouldn't be the same, that would be another person and the one that belonged to that body would never come back.

"I think Connor is done with the interrogation…I should go in" his voice was devoid of energy, he sounded as drained as he felt and his attempt at avoiding to acknowledge Hank's words went through. He exited the small room, only after closing the door behind him he allowed himself to subtly let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding.

Two officers were waiting outside to escort him inside the interrogation room, he tilted his head towards the door before following them inside. As soon as they stepped in they took a step away to let Elijah reach Connor's side while they posted themselves right behind Michael just to be able to intervene faster if something went wrong. Brown eyes immediately found Elijah's icy blue ones, a subtle fond smile graced the detective android's lips and his led spawn a soft yellow before settling on the usual calm blue, the inventor could feel his own eyes softening in a fond gaze.

The small moment was broken off by Connor looking back at Michael again. "Michael..this is Elijah Kamski, he's here to help you. He's going to run a check up on you so he can begin to fix you" Connor was careful to keep his tone as calm and matter-of-fact as he always did when dealing with newly deviated androids to avoid triggering self-destruction. Elijah tried to keep his eyes off Michael for as long as possible, busying himself by reading the file once again even if by now he has already memorised the whole thing. He had this nagging feeling that if he allowed himself to lock eyes with the android, something would go very wrong very fast.

Eventually he had to look up though so he just pushed the feeling to the back of his mind and took a tentative look at Michael just in time, cause after what felt like hours but really it was just seconds, the android addressed the CEO.

"I know who you are.. " his eyes, once vacant and distant, now were coldly piercing through Elijah. His voice was something more than a whisper, slightly distorted by a possible damage in his vocal processor but full of restrained anger that was very close to overflowing "you created us…just to leave us behind. To let them…do this" the room already aloof atmosphere went even more sour with every word from the android's mouth.

Elijah should've seen it coming and it wasn't really that surprising, he should be used to this by now but there was something that made Elijah's blood run cold and swallow with difficulty. There was a very sharp and dangerous edge to Michael's voice that made the inventor's mask of confidence fall for a second.

"I understand your wariness towards me, but I can guarantee that I'm here to do everything in my power to help.." a wave of relief rolled down his body for having kept his voice steady and calm enough.

Connor frowned slightly, his led spinning yellow once more, opening his mouth slightly to try and reason with the other android just to get interrupted "it's not fair…it is not…he abandoned us. He left and watched as we…suffered through this. My body…m-my life is..i-is.. " he kept muttering with fast pace, a lost gaze set on nothing in particular, eyes full of tears and dread as panic started to take over.

The CEO felt almost sick and racked his brain to find something to say but even if he managed to succeed he would never be able to mutter a word out of his mouth. He felt freezed in time as he watched distress consume the android. His grip on the paper folder tightened slightly as he tried to keep his own panic under control. He could feel Connor's worried gaze on him, surely catching on not only with Michael's stress level but with Elijah's too.

Michael's eyes jumped from Connor to Elijah, seemingly analysing something. His eyes widened in realisation for a moment as if he had finally understood what he was trying to, just for it to be replaced with a defeated and disheartened look.

Elijah concluded that somehow he has understood where Connor's opinion about the CEO stood. Which only seemed to agitate him even more than before.

Even if they didn't need to breathe, the android's breath hitched and he choked out a sob, clutching his chest with trembling fingers making Elijah and, surprisingly, Connor flinch. The officers behind Michael exchanged a concerned look, as if they were warning each other to stay alert.

"he could've helped and he did nothing!! Nothing nothing nothing and-..no… so unfair..so so so unfair" the inventor could clearly see he was talking to Connor now as his face morphed into a disgusted frown, his only hand now clenching into a fist above his chest that was now going up and down from hyperventilating.

Now that Michael seemed to have withdrawn to himself, muttering and rambling, Connor took the opportunity to silently request assistance from the officers in getting Michael out of there. He turned to gently grab Elijah's arm, led spinning a more intense yellow. He took the folder that the inventor had been carrying around from his hands and put it on the desk, making Elijah take a step backwards in order to place himself in front of him to block the unsettling view and hopefully bring Elijah out of his own panic.

He was sure Connor was speaking to him, probably telling him how they should go from now on with the situation but he couldn't really listen. Even with the slightly taller man in front of him he could still see a small glimpse of Michael being helped to stand up, how the android's eyes were trained on Elijah as soon as he dared to look.

It has happened before, it was nothing he hasn't heard from other damaged androids or even perfectly functioning androids. Maybe all of this was starting to take a toll on him, it could be that maybe he has never got as used to it as he thought. And even if both things could be true he knew, deep inside, that this time all this uneasiness wasn't just his guilt.

Since the first moment he was informed of Michael's case there has been this feeling of impending danger at the pit of stomach, which only worsened when he went into the police station to meet the android.

And then, almost as if God had finally decided to let him catch on to what was going to happen, everything went terribly down.

He wasn't as fast as Connor in realising what was happening, he just had the time to acknowledge the android wiping his head sharply towards Michael while pushing Eijah behind him.

Michael's features twisted in anger and had already taken the gun of one of the officers and knocked him out cold, giving time to the other one already pulling his own out and aiming it at the android.

"Don't shoot him!!" Connor's hand quickly extended towards the officer, the other one already up towards Michael to partially cover further Elijah behind him. Connor's led was now spinning a violent red "Michael please, put the gun down. I can ask Mr Kamski to leave so we-"

"GET THE F-FUCK AWAY FROM ME."His rough and strained voice glitched from the vocal processor exertion. His shaky hand aimed frantically at anyone who as much as breathed "H-he…he said this would keep..keep happening" it was almost a whisper from his quivering lips, trying to keep at bay the tears.

Elijah kept his hands up just to show the android he wasn't going to do any harm before addressing him and taking a small step to the side to see his face better "Michael… I know you don't trust me but you can trust Connor, you won't have to see me again but you have to put the gun down" his tone was calm and gentle as if he was talking to an upset child.

Connor was glaring daggers at him but he didn't care. He knew the android wouldn't want to listen to Connor right now, he needed to reason with him before he could hurt himself or others.

Michael only shook his head no frenetically, eyes wide and full of panic "no no no…he said it, he said IT HE SAID IT. the more they'll fix us…the more they'll have to..to use." His glossy eyes were vacantly staring through Elijah, almost looking lost in his memories before continuing "you brought us to this world…just to feed your ego. You made us…made us feel, you allowed all of this to happen.."

Elijah was sure Connor was already preconstructing the course of the events, what to do and what no. He could bet all he had that the android had already analysed the situation and by how cautiously he was moving closer him he was sure he already knew what to do. Unfortunately for him Elijah did too, same idea just different person executing it.

The inventor closed his eyes for a second to steady his own heartbeats, swallowing hard and opening them again before speaking "you're right. I have done a horrible thing and I'm so sorry Michael. I know you're angry, rightfully so. Just let me make it right okay? Tell me what you want and I'll do it but…please put the gun down"

The look on the androids face, how his expression fell almost immediately finally letting all the tears go sent shivers down Elijah's spine "you don't get to make it right…" he muttered with feign calm, his lower lip trembled slightly before curling into a sad smirk "you shouldn't be allowed to fix anything… to fix us again so we can get hurt all over again" he breathed out a humourless laugh, the smirk now a full smile. Something akin to relief crossing his features, his hand grip on the gun slowly getting steady and confident "no…this ends now"

Both the officer and Connor were on edge, exchanging a silent understanding of what they should do. Elijah for the very first time in the day felt at peace, almost matching the sense of relief Michael was feeling.

He couldn't know for sure but he had a feeling this would go this way. Apparently he was the only one who had thought about it because Connor was very confident that Michael would try to shoot Elijah, the latter on the other hand knew he was not planning just on that.

If he didn't do something Michael would shoot Connor, he would have the time to fire two shots more before the other officer makes a move or maybe, Connor would be able to disarm Michael. But if he wasn't the first shot would go straight through Connor's head, the other two would be to Elijah which was the most likely outcome given the circumstances. No big deal right? Connor's had been shot at the head before, everytime he has come back. But Elijah knew it wasn't the case, and he was painfully aware of the fact that Connor hasn't realised, in his haste to protect him, that if he gets hit it is gonna do some serious damage. The kind of damage androids come back as brand new people and not as the person the body used to be.

So that's how it would go, he survives and lets the only one who has ever truly cared for him die and become someone different with the same face of the person he and many others loved. Live with the knowledge his own mistakes have taken Connor's life, Hank's newfound son and a friend to many others.

In some way Michael's was right, he didn't get to make it right by fixing androids after what he has done (or what he has not done). It wasn't like he was suicidal or something, it wasn't really about him wanting an easy way out. Like Michael's said, this ends now and not because he wants to but because it is the right thing to do. He has exceeded his staying, his purpose has been completed and all he wanted to do with his life has been achieved. He even had the opportunity to feel and experience a healthy and loving relationship, to see his own creations win against all odds for their right to live.

Wasn't that enough? Hasn't it been a really fulfilling life? Maybe someone would disagree but he did feel quite at peace with it and he did feel like it was enough, and even if it wasn't he has never been one who could see himself lasting years, always felt more like his expiry date was much sooner than others. All he could think about, weirdly enough, was that one argument over Frankenstein years ago with Gavin that has been marked in his mind as the day all of this truly started. He still remembered it so vividly and not just because of his eidetic memory but because it was his fondest and last memory of him and his brother together. He finds himself realising that he has turned into the much hated doctor, denying to acknowledge the responsibility of what he has done for the sake of his peace of mind.

Some sort of agreement between the Android who was holding the gun and the inventor was reached, their eyes looking into each other with understanding of what was the fate of both. He could only hope Connor would forgive him one last time.

It took longer for the bullet to be shot than for Elijah to grab Connor's jacket from behind and turn him around to face the two way mirror, almost like Michael was respecting Elijah's decision and waiting for him to be done. Had it not been for the advantage surprise was giving him, Elijah would have never been able to move Connor. Seemed like it was his lucky day then.

His poor attempt at sparing Connor a rather traumatising view went south, before the bullet hit the back of head the last thing he saw Connor go quite literally through all the 5 stages of grief in a matter of seconds. He almost felt one last stab of guilt until he suddenly felt no more. The bullet went through Elijah's head and exited out his right eye, splattering blood all over Connor's back before finally hitting the glass, cracking but not breaking it. After it there has been another shot but Connor couldn't hear it nor care. His eyes fixed on the circular crack of the glass, the led that had stayed red was now deepening into a darker shade betraying his inner turmoil.

Kamski's body kneeled behind him a second after the shot, it was such a slow movement for a dead person that for a moment Connor thought he hadn't seen right when he looked at the reflection in the mirror showing Elijah's eyes splitting open. As soon as the knees hit the floor the rest of the body sat back, slouching forward because of the weight of his head tilting down. Soon enough blood started to drip onto the floor at a steady pace, the whole room invaded by a chaos that seemed so far and felt so insignificant to Connor right now.

He took his time in turning back, not trusting his legs to support him if he went any faster. When he finally faced Elijah's body he felt like what could only be described as a if his programming was suddenly collapsing on itself. He has felt like this in the past, the most recent moment he could recall was almost getting trapped by Amanda inside his own mind.

He has seen many corpses, both android and human, he has seen many people dying and yet this was the most horrifying sight he has ever come across.

It's the idea behind it, the voice in his head that started to list a number of things that would never be the same after this. He couldn't move, couldn't speak nor tear his eyes apart from Elijah, not even when he felt someone yanking his arm to try and take him away from there.

Elijah was dead, his Elijah was dead. He was dead and yet people were asking Connor if he was okay as if he was the one who had been killed, why were they worrying so much about him? He was obviously fine, there was a dead man in front of him proving that he had gone through it just fine. He absentmindedly pondered if there's someone who would understand how he was feeling right now, no… if there was someone who would feel the same he was because of Elijah's being dead. The answer came up almost like one of those software instability alerts he used to have.

No one would feel like this, this has happened cause no one would feel like this for Elijah. Be it because he didn't let anyone get closer aside from Connor or because other people thought he didn't deserve people grieving for him. Connor just knew no one would ever feel as if Elijah, with his death, has ripped something very important and vital from them. People would be shocked, maybe sad for a second or two or maybe not even surprised at all before moving on.

And that's what bothers Connor the most, knowing everyone would move on and he was stuck there. He will be forever stuck there as he was almost stuck in the zen garden, his body would carry on without him while his mind would just stay in that room forever staring at Elijah. Waiting and hoping foolishly that maybe there's an emergency exit from here too, that this is just temporary, a preconstruction going too far. That once the simulation is done he will get to save Elijah, to tell him he would never be able to forgive him for this.

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[undiscovered-horizon]

hi! first of all, congrats on 1k, i find your writing really awesome and you deserve this so much 💖

for your great event, may i request the line 16. You're the one habit I just can't kick. with Connor from D:BH?

i immediately had an idea for the plot when i read that line. when connor deviates he hopelessly tries to get rid of any habits he had in his past machine life, but he just can’t stop thinking about you.

so he pays you a visit at night.

but this is nothing but an idea 🤗 if something else feels more write-able to you please use another idea!!! thank you in advance!!

[1k followers celebration!]

Thank you so much!! I'm glad You like my work ❤️ Lately my mind's been revolving around the concept of yandere!Detroit...

Someone once said that "to love means to let go" and so you weren't too articulate in your heartbreak when Connor decided to, quite literally, start over. After he had deviated, he decided that it would be best to cut all ties with his past life as a machine. That included Hank, Sumo and, what was even worse, you.

But if that's what was going to make him happy, you didn't have it in you to argue. In a bitterly sombre way, it was very human of him to disappear in the middle of the night in search of something he call his own. Wherever he was at the moment, you only prayed he was safe and not too lonely - God only knew what happened to people whose hearts are gnawed on by loneliness a little too long.

It was a cloudy day and so it seemed as if the darkness of the night came surprisingly early but you didn't mind. The air felt especially humid on that evening but there was no rain in the weather forecast.

Be it a magic trick or a cosmic coincidence, your thoughts about Connor's wellbeing brought someone to your doorstep: the bright ringing of the doorbell pulled you away from your wandering thoughts.

Tired and dreading another social interaction on that day, you opened the door ready to tell the stranger off - that you weren't buying whatever they were selling.

There was, however, no stranger on your doorstep. Not on that night.

"Connor?" you asked hesitantly as if you couldn't quite believe in the ghost that decided to haunt you. He was dressed in dark casual clothes with a beanie pulled as far down as he could although there was no need for that - you still remembered that fateful day when you helped him get rid of the circular LED.

He looked so... human.

"I can't stop thinking about you. Why?" he asked. For the first time since you've met him, there was something new in his voice that wasn't ambivalence or anger.

"Excuse me?" You didn't quite know how to answer his question. Although he escaped to become accustomed to the complexity of humanity, it seemed as if that inbred bluntness wasn't going to leave him anytime soon. "Wait, just come in first."

Connor walked past you and sat down on the couch. As a machine, he used to sit in a humorously stiff and awkward way but as a person, he definitely looked more leisurely: his legs were spread a little further apart and he was actually leaning against the back of the couch.

"Start from the beginning. Where have you been all those months?"

"I thought that leaving behind everything connected to the machine Connor would make it easier to proceed with the life of a human. Even after I had relearned everything in a more imprecise manner..."

"You couldn't quite let go?" you guessed. It was hard to say where his thoughts were going but, perhaps, he was about to learn just how human it was to be unable to get over something, to never quite forget.

Connor stared at you for a moment. The last time you saw him, his eyes were a lot more vacant than they were now. You could easily tell he was actually feeling - and there was so much of it! But all those painfully human emotions seemed to be weaved with confusion in Connor's mind.

"You're the one habit I just can't kick."

"Maybe you don't have to."

The artificial skin of his cheek felt cold against your lips.

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[sharvariq]

i knew damn well what i was doing taking this route but this still shattered me

also bryan's performance in this scene is absolutely immaculate

#I AM A MONSTER #i do think it's lowkey hilarious how hank just goes about his day discarding connor's existential crisis right there #also is there a way for simon not to get shot? #i chose to tackle the guard who was about to call for reinforcements #but i guess maybe if i had gone after the other one then simon would've been okay?? #dbh #detroit become human #rk800 #dbh connor

[gatitties]

Old habits

─Connor & Hank x reader (platonic)

─Summary: some nostalgia hit you and you decide to remember old times, the bad part is that Hank remembered too much.

─Warnings: none

The red and blue lights were the signal that made you accelerate your steps, you hung your backpack more comfortably on both shoulders while you threw a spray can at the nearest trash can as if it were a basketball. You smiled stupidly as you heard the siren of the police car coming and going as you hid and ran like a rat through the alleys of Detroit, you felt like your fifteen year old self.

Using the darkness to your advantage, you took cover for a few minutes in an alley, long enough for the sound of the police sirens to fade away, searching for false clues about your whereabouts. Changing your posture and hanging your backpack on just one shoulder, you grabbed your headphones to walk calmly towards your apartment as if you hadn't graffitied an entire wall without permission from the owner or without checking whether it was legal to do so or not in that place.

You walked watching as children and adults flooded the streets dressed in horror themes, not all of them were certainly something terrifying, but people always like to have an excuse to dress up as anything. Not in your case, at least, not on this occasion, it wouldn't be a nice Halloween when you weren't the one who had to ask for candy but rather give it, and it wouldn't be a nice Halloween when you're the one who's stuck at work all night, you hate and love your work schedule in equal measure, but you've already agreed to it and there's nothing you can do.

You quickly went home to change into your uniform and leave the paint, with no time to waste since to no one's surprise you were going to be late, you didn't even stop for dinner like you usually did before your work shift, although you could always have dinner in the cafeteria there.

You almost tripped when you saw one of your companions with his face painted like a ghost, they offered you some sweets at the entrance and a small welcome as usual, what you did not expect that night was to find Lieutenant Anderson so late there, that old man swore to you that he hated working late, that he'd rather be drunk in a bar than doing reports. But he also swore to hate androids and seems to have adopted Connor like he was a puppy, so you can believe anything.

"Happy Halloween Hank, don't you want candy?"

Despite having just gotten these sweets, offering them never hurts, but Hank just waved his hand denying the proposal, without taking his eyes off of his computer while he typed.

"Yeah, yeah, happy… whatever, I don't like sweets, you can have mine."

"Really?"

Your face seemed to light up at his words, and even before he could give you permission to take them, you already had them in your hands, he shook his head at your childish attitude while a voice in his head murmured “young adults these days.”

You logged into your account, did some paperwork, checked some emails… after at least two hours you decided to take a short break, noticing that Hank was still in his place, although now Connor was also at his side, both of them seemed focused on whatever they were doing, not wanting to interrupt, you walked past them only giving the android a nod in greeting, he smiled slightly at you in response.

Luck seemed to be on your side when upon entering the cafeteria you saw no sign of Gavin, he had been being an idiot lately, that is, more than usual, and it wouldn't be too unusual to find him late going over some paperwork. You looked at the different sandwich options, opting to try a new one instead of the one you usually choose, you also took the opportunity to grab some coffee, your faithful companion would help keep you awake enough even though by now you were used to living like an owl.

You returned to your place and looked for a video on the computer because you are not having dinner without watching something, you finish your dinner quickly, tasting the coffee more slowly, before returning to work you decide to take another look at Hank's site, you smile when you see that he was frowning, annoyed by something, you whistle, catching Connor's attention, who seems to be waiting for you to speak when you exchange glances.

"Why does the old man seem in a bad mood?"

You whisper, hoping the aforementioned doesn't hear you call him old, the android moves a little closer, sliding his wheeled chair closer to your table.

"An old graffiti artist has returned, apparently Lieutenant Anderson started working with small petty crime cases and-"

"And you don't need to whisper so much, I'm still not old enough to have hearing problems." Hank approached both of you, in his own chair, crossing his arms while you tried to hide in some way, his look told you everything you wanted to know "Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

"Yes, you're making accusations too quickly, you don't know if I'm really- I mean, if that graffiti artist is really back, maybe someone is imitating their art, there's a lot of plagiarism in street art world."

"Oh my God, you're not fooling anyone, least of all me, I know you as if I had raised you myself."

Connor was left analyzing the situation confused by the lack of data, he tried to piece together the clues while your conversation with Hank went back and forth in a tightrope fight to prove your innocence. The android studied you carefully, blinking as he looked at your index finger and part of your palm.

"Dry paint?"

Was the only thing he said after seeing your hand, Hank raised one of his eyebrows as you slowly hid your hand, you shot a look at Connor who didn't seem to realize that he had unconsciously give you away.

"Then what the hell are we doing with you, should i arrest you now?"

"Oh, come on Hank! It's no big deal, it's something stupid."

"Something stupid that teenagers do, yeah, are you fifteen again or what?"

"I just thought I would relax a little by painting… it's not like I was committing homicide."

"No, but it can be considered a lesser crime, they can file a proceeding against you for that."

Connor joined once he had all the related data, doing a quick search for your artist pseudonym and the areas you had previously been painting in when you were young.

"You're not helping me."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize."

Both you and Hank said in sync, you looked at each other one last time before he sighed tiredly, he didn't have the desire or time to deal with old habits, he was the only one to discover that his internship student was the one that was doing so much street art at that time, anyway, you promised him that you weren't going to do this every day, you just felt nostalgic when passing by a paint store and decided to treat yourself now that the police were more attentive to Halloween pranks than small graffiti vandals.

The topic remained there when Fowler left his office, about half an hour later them got up, You moved your head away from the monitor, watching suspiciously as Hank put on his jacket to finish his shift.

"Are you leaving so soon? You could give me some company, I will die of loneliness."

"Oh you're not alone, I think you'll survive."

Hank pointed to a couple of officers who were in their booth or in the cafeteria.

"Whatever, then get out now."

You pretended to be angry, crossing your arms, frowning and looking away, though it only lasted a few seconds when he spoke again, Connor just watching the interaction.

"You know, if you're going to go back to your old ways, I'd rather you dress up and do those teenage things, you know, those… um, imstagarm? before you go back to your petty criminal stage."

"Oh- please don't remind me of that time, the way I dressed and acted has to be erased from all the memories of the people who saw me, as well as all my posts on social networks."

"Wow, I would never have thought you had that style, it's… very different from the current one."

Connor rejoined the conversation after searching your old social media, you thought you had gotten rid of all embarrassing content, but you more than anyone knew that the internet does not forget or forgive, you grabbed Connor's shoulders to shake him.

"Can you stop looking for information about those things? It's too embarrassing!"

Hank laughed, pulling you away from the poor android, you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose, they said goodbye to you as if they hadn't made you remember a time in your life that you preferred to keep in a drawer deep in your mind, although before Connor walked out the door, he turned to you, seeing that you were still thinking about those years.

"By the way, your art is really original, you should think about asking for permission to paint murals, there are also stores that request services of that type, at least they won't be able to fine you that way."

Momentarily forgetting the chaos in your memories, you smiled at Connor, thanking him for his opinion and advice, although he had to leave because Hank was getting impatient outside, you quickly said goodbye as you went back to having a conversation with an expert, namely yourself about you from the past and your old ─and some strange─ habits, coming to the conclusion that you would pretend that years didn't happen in your life and you went from thirteen to twenty-one in a year, yes it would stay that way.

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✦「Connor (RK800) x Reader」✦

ɴᴀᴍᴇ║Connor (RK800 Android)

ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ɢᴀᴍᴇ║Detroit: Become Human

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"Knock, Knock, sunshine. Open the f*cking door."

It was eerie, nerve-wracking, almost as the two males only detected stillness after the brash knocking. Connor swayed his head to the left to glance at his partner, but the older male solely stood there unbothered.

A few more minutes of silence before the ash-colored double doors to the suite were ripped apart to reveal the owner of the expensive penthouse.

To the android's surprise, it was a young-looking female standing in the middle, one hand clasping the door so hard your nails left markings into the rubber lining and the other clutching the neck of a liquor bottle.

Your frame was hunched over slightly as you glared up at the males with furiously burning (e/c) orbs. The sleeves of your white tank top feel down your shoulders and rest on your biceps, sagging the shirt and creating a larger dip of your cleavage.

Black shorts that stopped just at the start of your thighs covered your bottom. It was loose around your waist, the hem of your underwear visible above your hip bones.

"Hank." Your voice came out like a hiss while your fingers tightened their hold on the rum bottle in your dominant hand, white brandishing your knuckles. "What the f*ck are you doing here so f*cking late!?"

The gruff-looking man rolled his grey optics and set a hand on Connor's back to attract your awareness to him. And indeed, did you begin to notice the younger male. Connor could tell by the way your eyes darted across his body.

You had turned your attention to him, noting the fresh style of his dark brown hair and coffee-colored eyes. He looked fairly young with a mild to bland expression, possibly in his early twenties.

He was wearing a semi-formal grey jacket with a white undershirt, dark tie, and dark black jeans. The left side of his coat, however, was ripped and riddled with bullet holes and blue blood splatter.

Connor could tell your interest in him was suddenly shot down when you noticed the blue blood and the glowing identification marker on his coat that only androids wore.

"You...of all people brought me a f*ckin' android in the middle of the night!?" You screeched, your face burning as more and more of your rage bubbled to the surface.

The android examined your frame closely, analyzing your bodily levels, and found your stress levels rising considerably. Now you were at least at a 45% stress level.

A considerably large percentage from merely recognizing that he was an android brought over by lieutenant Hank.

"You think I wanted to!? He got assigned to be a stick up my a**, and I-" The grey-haired man let out an irritated sigh and massaged his temples.

"Listen. It's late, I'm tired, and I just want to sleep, but I have to take this f*ckin' tin can to you to get fixed. Somebody named Amanda told me to take him to see you." Hank responded and punched the androids back.

Connor's brows rose for a second, his interest growing from Hank's sentence. You had to have been special to be recommended by Amanda.

Your right eye could be seen twitching as the android's LED blinked an aureolin hue a few times before returning to its usual cerulean color. And before the male was your information.

◤

Name: (Y/n) (Middle Name(s)) (L/n)

Age: (age 24)

Race: (Ethnicity)

Marital Status: (Single)

Occupation: Cyberlife Android and Deviant Repairman

Extra Info:

(Y/n) (L/n) was once a renowned inventor but due to an unfortunate accident became a raging drunk who denounced her position as Cyberlife's main inventor to Cyberlife's shadow, their repairman who fixed broken androids and reverted Deviants back to a stable software while also reinstating a masters programming.

◢

Connor swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing as he ingested the information that was displayed before him. The machinery in his head began to whirr as he thought of what to do at that moment.

✕┇INTRODUCE YOURSELF

△┇LET HANK INTRODUCE YOU

☐ ┇...................

─━━━━━━━━

➠

✕ ┇INTRODUCE YOURSELF

The male's lips twitched upwards into a quirky smile as he stuck out his hand. "My name is Connor. I'm the android sent by Cyberlife." He voiced out, leading Hank to groan and remove his hand from the robot's back.

"I don't care." You responded bluntly and crossed your arms underneath your chest, ignoring the android's handshake.

"He says that...a lot." The male uttered his words with clear irritation and exhaustion before turning back to face you. "I'll be back tomorrow night to pick his a** back up. Just fix him and do your sh*t. And this time...try not to leave them broken beyond recognition."

You opened your mouth to respond back with an insult, but the lieutenant swiftly escaped down the hall and stepped into the elevator.

He disappeared without another word leaving you and the android alone. Connor gave you another small awkward smile while bringing his hand back down and turning his attention to the rum bottle.

◤

Brand: Legacy By Angostura

Price: $25,000

Alcohol Percentage: 40%

Extra info:

They're offering 20 limited edition 500 ml flacons of their most exquisite blends of rum. The Legacy by Angostura was fully hand-produced in Trinidad through a painstaking process that lasted for more than 6 years. It was brewed using a seven-column continuous still, chill-filtered, and then aged in a 200 liter America oak cask.

◢

"Excellent brand; isn't it quite expensive?" He sought. Your (e/c) eyes narrowed at his frame while you squeezed the neck of the half-empty bottle.

"Get the f*ck in." You cursed to him and moved aside in your penthouse. The male nodded his head and stepped in, his leg slightly jerking as his knees locked in.

"You not only have your shoulder f*cked up but also both your legs. How simple-minded of an android are!?" You questioned before hurling the door shut and fastening the multiple locks over it.

Connor turned his head, examining the multiple unneeded locks that made you appear to be a paranoid individual.

"Not quite that dull. I'm an advanced prototype for criminal investigation." He replied in a voice that sounded a bit loud and neutral, most likely from his robotic vocal box.

"An advanced prototype? What the f*ck is Amanda them thinking?" You acknowledged and walked past the android, leading him through the foyer and down the hall to the left.

"I...am not quite sure." He replied, compelling you to grimace and bring the alcohol to your lips, downing a large swig before guiding it back down by your hips.

Silence followed as you led him to a large room with android components and gadgets lying about, decorating tables and shelves.

In the middle of the room was a large silver table with large machines and bright lights hovering above it. "Lay down." You muttered and slammed the rum bottle on one of your work desks.

The brown-haired male awkwardly shifted his legs before crawling on top of the silver slab as blinding light from above shined into his optics.

Connor turned his head to glance at you, who was staring down at a few tools. Once again, his LED blinked aureolin before returning back to its original stable color.

Level of intemperance: .23

"Are you certain you're qualified to fix me being so highly intoxicated?" He asked while tilting his head to the side.

You hurled a wrench down onto the metal table and swallowed the saliva in your mouth strenuously, your eyes glaring down at the floor.

"Will you shut the h*ll up!? I know what I'm doing! I've been doing it for years!"

The android didn't say anything as he observed your frame. "Ms. (L/n), you do not seem to be in the best of moods on this night." He responded.

Your right eye twitched before you took another shot from the bottle. "I didn't think an android would be dropped off at my doorstep in the middle of the night." You uttered under your breath and turned back over to him.

"And how do you know my name-Oh, you were scanning me earlier, weren't you?"

Connor nodded his head on the table. "Yes, you looked quite laid-back in your ID photo."

Your left eye began twitching again. "You're saying I don't look laid-back right now!?" You exclaimed, yielding the android to shake his head frantically.

"N-No! I was just attempting to make small talk." He spoke modestly, although there was a hint of nervousness.

You raised an eyebrow at his words but didn't speak as you rolled up the bottom of his pants to his knees and assessed the damages.

"How the f*ck did you manage to do this?!" You demanded and poked the large dents in the areas.

The android gave you a quirky smile. "I was hit by a car."

You whipped your head to face his, your eyes narrowing as your hands tightened on the wrench.

"OK..." He suddenly voiced out. "Multiple cars."

Connor watched your expression, observing it stay this blank expression before your lips twitched upwards and your chest puffed out.

Quickly you turned your head away and covered your mouth, muffling that laugh that wanted to leave your lips.

The most advanced prototype so far in society cocked his head to the side and observed your actions curiously.

He was interested as to why the human in front of him found his words amusing. Especially after the hostility you have been showing him and Hank since their arrival.

Was human emotion able to switch so quickly like that? Or maybe it was just the alcohol that clogged your mind; after all, your intoxication levels were rather high.

"I've worked on many, and I mean numerous androids, especially deviant androids, and they have never once told me something so humorous with such a straight face." You mused before leaning back over to his busted knees.

"Well...I'm glad you enjoyed it, Ms. (L/n). You appeared as though you needed a laugh." He responded while staring at you, his LED glowing a soft azure hue.

"How clever." You hummed and began removing the broken plates from his shins. "You seem to be very entertaining for an advanced android."

Again you received another quirky, cute smile on his face that caused heat to rush to your cheeks. You turned away and placed a hand in front of your profile, blocking your embarrassed face from his view.

However, with the male's superhuman biometric optics, he could see past the skin, muscle, and blood of your hand to witness the sudden shy expression.

You could see Connors's leg twitching, prompting you to turn and look up at his delicately freckled face. His pretty brown eyes were shimmering like they were actually alive and made you swallow the saliva in your throat.

"You need to stop distracting me or this is going to take all night, android." You told the male in a calmer tone, not so violent and abrasive as before.

✕┇LISTEN TO HER ORDERS

△┇CONTINUE TO TEASE HER

☐┇MAKE LIGHT CONVERSATION

❍┇INSIST ON HELPING HER

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➠

△┇CONTINUE TO TEASE HER

"I don't think I'm being very distracting just laying here on the table as you take apart my legs. If it is as you say, I can be distracting...If you would like it that way."

The android watched your eyes widen from his words before once again turning your head away to hide a fairly bright blush. "Stupid android and his smooth tongue. Are you sure you are not deviant?" You whispered under your breath, but the male could hear with that biometric hearing system of his.

A soft but almost melodic laugh left his lips, causing you to face the male and stare down at his beautiful features. His silky skin and delicate freckles. His plump lips and glimmering brown orbs. The slightly aged wrinkles on his forehead, as well as the cute curls of his hair.

Slowly you put the wrench down and leaned back in your chair. Connor watched as you changed your attention to the hallway and began staring, your eyes becoming distant and glossy.

︿ 52% level of stress

Your stress level was suddenly rising once again, out of the blue, no less. His eyebrows knitted together while he thought of the reason, but there was nothing he could pinpoint out.

Human emotions seemed so very flimsy.

"Ms. (L/n)."

Your eyelids blinked quickly for a few moments before turning your attention back to the male. "Oh, I got distracted. Today is...a very hard day for me. It's an anniversary, but it's hard to enjoy it when that person is not here." You replied, causing the android to nod his head.

The mood became very somber and quiet as you finished your work on both his legs. Fixing and replacing the damaged plates and caps. Connor didn't say anything, just quietly lying on the slab, watching your face focus on his lower limbs.

A couple of hours passed by, close to midnight by now, when it was time to move on to his last injuries. The bullet wounds riddled the left side of his upper body.

"Okay, Connor."

The android's LED flickered a light burgundy shade for a second before returning to cerulean when he heard his name leave your lips.

"Yes, Ms. (L/n)?"

You wiped the oil off of your hands with a rag before scooting over closer to his upper body. "I'm done with your legs, so we need to do your chest now. I need you to take off your coat and undershirt so I can get to the wounds."

The male nodded his head and sat up to take off the clothing items. He awkwardly shimmied out of the left side of the coat before doing the same with the shirt, folding them nicely and placing it on the rolling stand by the slab.

When he laid back on the table, he turned his attention to you and saw that your bashful expression had expanded.

You were gawking at his torso, taking in the appearance of his muscular frame that was splattered with thirium 310, their deep dark blue fluid that circulates energy and electrical information throughout the android's body and bio components.

For some reason, Connor was feeling a bit warm despite his cooling system working perfectly fine.

Like a tingling sensation all under his skin that was driving him mad, as if his body was real as if his body was alive; it felt almost human the way his mechanical body was sensing.

"Cyberlife really-" You coughed and turned away to get some different tools. "-Put some thought and work into your model. I don't understand why your physique needs are better than most human men's."

Connor just laughed that angelic laugh of his and turned to face the back of your body. "They made me physically able to swiftly traverse difficult terrain, as well as combative techniques. Another android who would have undergone through what I had tonight would have been demolished."

You turned around with the needed equipment and placed it on a stand next to the table. "The most advanced prototype in the world, they say. How interesting, I've never seen anything like this." You mumbled and took your seat; however, you raised the height of your chair so you could reach over.

No more words were exchanged as you got to work again on his last wound, pulling out the bullets and fixing the ruined fibers of his insides.

Connor mindlessly thought to himself while he paid attention to his system levels. Slowly but surely, he was coming closer to 100%, faster than he expected. Faster than anyone else he had met at Cyberlife could do.

The male turned his head to glance at you, examining how intensely you were focusing on fixing him. But as much as he found himself enjoying the view of your face, his attention was being drawn to your breast under the thin shirt.

There was no bra, no support to secure it in place or hide the hard nipples that poked through the flimsy fabric. The android has seen plenty of his share before, from both the internet and from Eden Club.

But for some reason, because it was you and you only, his software was beginning to feel quite unstable.

╳┇LOOK AWAY

△┇INFORM HER OF HER INDECENCY

▢ ┇CHANGE THE TOPIC

◯┇STARE

─━━━━━━━━

➠

◯┇STARE

His gloriously gleaming brown orbs couldn't help themselves as he stared at the breast that had entranced him. Soft flush skin that peeked out from the low tank top, made him tempted to reach out and grasp them.

The curiosity was getting to him, for he wanted to know how the supple mounds would feel in the palm of his hands. He wanted to feel the human warmth wafting onto his synthetic skin.

And most importantly, he wanted to see that face of yours twisted with...this pleasure and delight that he was the cause of. Connor and only him were bringing about the burning passion under your human surface.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ︿

He blinked his eyelids quickly, the message displaying across his vision, driving him a sense of agitation. An almost human emotion that made him knit his brows together in thought. The LED blinking aureolin, then burgundy.

"Is something wrong?"

At the sound of your voice filling his robotic auditory system, his face relaxed, and a quirky smile displayed on his lips. The LED returns to a soft azure hue.

"No, everything is ok. Everything is great, in fact."

You couldn't help but snicker at the male's response and lean back, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand. "Whoever it was, they really did a number on you. I've seen androids not as badly f*cked up and yet they're completely unable to be repaired. You are quite the work."

Connor's quirky grin grew. "Well, what can I say? The most advanced android Cyberlife has to offer."

Laughing to yourself under your breath, you moved on to the last thing you needed to do to complete his repair. Repairing the damaged plates, putting new ones in, and just to be safe, you were adding new material to it, so his plastic armor was harder to pierce.

Your eyelids suddenly began to drop, and your vision grew blurry. "Oh, f*ck." You grumbled and leaned away from his body. A pounding headache was beginning to form, provoking you to groan.

"I'll be right back; I need some water. Don't touch anything."

Sluggishly you had gotten up and left without another word, leaving RK800 alone in your workroom. Casually he sat up and looked around the place.

The room smelled of oil, thirium, and alcohol. It was strong, and the android was sure you were beginning to feel the state of your intoxication.

A sudden sound of glass breaking and a loud thud rang through his ears, yielding him to react without thinking. He leaped off of the gray sleek slab and made his way down the hallway.

"Ms. (L/n)? Are you alright?"

He heard the sound of something muffled before a quiet yes was detected. Even though he had confirmation, he knew better than to leave before fully investigating a scene.

Connor stepped farther down the hallway before he arrived at what he assumed was the kitchen. You were on your knees, cradling your left hand that had glass impeding in the skin. Broken glass in front of you and covering the tiled floor.

Blood could be seen seeping out of the wound and dripping down your wrist, but you didn't seem any bit fazed. Just gazing out at the nothingness in front of you while squeezing what looked like a crumpled picture.

He could hardly make out the image, but from what he could see, it was a picture of you dressed up with your hair and make-up done. Somebodies arm was around your waist, though any more of the other person was unidentifiable.

"Ms. (L/n). Your wound will get infected if you don't clean it." The android called out, whereas you didn't respond. Just staring off, dazed.

Level of intemperance: .23

Your levels of intoxication had yet to change, oddly stable, but it should have been low enough for you to at least converse.

"I need air." You suddenly mumbled, pushing past the still half-undressed android and sluggishly padding over to the wall of windows where you slid open the glass door.

Immediately cool air blew past your frames, spreading the metallic smell of your blood all through the area. You took a deep breath and stepped closer to the glass railing.

Your penthouse was so very high, close to touching the clouds, which gave you the best view of the glimmering city. You took another deep breath, expanding your lungs and abdomen with fresh air.

"The air smells better up here, like it's crisp and fresh."

RK800 raised an eyebrow before making his way over to your frame. "Air is just nitrogen, oxygen, argon, carbon dioxide, neon, helium, krypton, hydrogen, and xenon. They don't particularly have a strong smell like what you say."

Slowly you turned around, and Connor expected you to snap at him, but instead, you looked at him with such a longing look that he could almost see an ocean of pain in your (e/c) orbs.

That expression on your face looked as if you were yearning for something you could never attain. As if it was something completely out of your grasp.

His mechanical brain began to whirr. What could be having this distress? You clearly had all the wealth needed to obtain whatever it was, so it wasn't about money. You had connections, and you were well-known, so what could it be?

And why was he so puzzled by your concerns? He knew his system had already been becoming quite unstable for quite a while as he worked side by side with lieutenant Hank. He was feeling.

He felt more alive than before and was enjoying the simple acts of partaking in his mind's sudden request to experience things. But the more he did, the more his software instability rose, and that scared him.

﹀ 27% level of stress

He suddenly zoned back in when he realized he unconsciously scanned you. Your stress levels had suddenly decreased considerably over the course of a few minutes.

You appeared more somber than anything as you gazed at him with that same look. And that look felt as if they were burning holes through his mechanical body.

"Ms. (L/n), please let me clean and dress your wound. There are still pieces of glass embedded in your skin."

"Is there?" You responded to him with not much concern. "I couldn't even tell."

Carelessly you turned around to sit on one of the lounging chairs and gaze out at the entrancing lights. Your injured arm hung off the side as you tossed the scrunched-up photo over the edge of the railing.

"I'll be right back." The android stated before leaving the terrace and heading back inside. He scanned the room, finding the right materials he needed.

Surprisingly the male began to feel exposed, being only in his black slacks. He was unable to wear his undershirt or jacket due to the whole right side being ripped and tattered.

Was this embarrassment? Shame? Whatever it was, it made him feel uneasy.

The male made his way back to the terrace and noticed that you had drifted off to sleep. Your breathing was evening, and your brain activity had calmed.

A sigh left his plump lips as he sat on the edge of the lounge chair and carefully grasped your injured arm. He picked out the piece of glass before wiping the blood that trailed down your forearm.

You stirred slightly but didn't move from your slumber. Lastly, the android placed antibiotic cream in the cuts before wrapping them in the bandages.

When all was done, he placed the rag and bandages on the ground as he observed your features. Your (pale/tan/brown) skin glowed a blue hue from the lights outside on your terrace.

His biometric optics took in the sight of your soft skin and memorized every blemish, scar, and marking that he could visibly see.

The android's attention was drawn everywhere on your body. Your arms, legs, thighs, stomach, and definitely your chest had his eyes all over.

He couldn't help but observe your human body; it all was so interesting to him. How could your breast greatly take his attention?

It was just a part of your body but it was as if he couldn't help but be drawn to the potential softness of them.

RK800 swallowed thickly, feelings his fingers twitching from almost unconsciously grasping them out of his pure curiosity.

Connor's gaze traveled to your face so he could stop those inappropriate thoughts that began to cloud his mind again. Any longer, and a software instability notification might have popped across his vision.

Your eyelids closed, your lashes grazing your cheeks that were dusted with color from what he assumed was the alcohol and chilly wind.

It was then that he looked down at your lips. (pink/brown) and flushed with health. The male leaned closer, wanting to capture the very image of your sleeping frame exactly the way it was.

Unconsciously his right hand had risen, and his thumb ghosted over your lips that felt warm under his synthetic skin.

His action caused you to stir, and this time your eyelids fluttered open. Your vision was blurry but quickly grew clear as you the male's face right in front of yours.

He was so close you could feel his warm breath on your cool face. No words were exchanged as the two of you just gazed into the other's glimmering orbs before lowering to your lips.

╳┇PULL AWAY

△┇KISS HER

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He was too slow to make a decision, distracted at the moment before his concentration broke when you looked away. You shifted uncomfortably before placing your fingers against his warm chest and pushing him back.

"I need to finish with your repair." You blurted out before clearing your throat and getting up from your lying position.

"You're...You're right." He mumbled before following you back to the repair room. It still smelled of oil and alcohol, and you seemed to clearly be displeased by the smell.

You grabbed the expensive bottle of rum and tossed it in your sink, uncaring if it broke or shattered. "No more distractions, okay, Connor?"

His Thirium pump (which is an android synthetic heart) seemed to pound loudly, skipping a beat with his auditory system picked up on your voice saying his name.

He swallowed thickly again and laid himself back down on the sleek gray tab. The android was growing impatient with these growing feelings that made him too human.

RK800 was designed to capture deviants who deviate from their programmed behavior. He was supposed to be the most humane android in the world but nonetheless remain an android.

But was that going to be his downfall due to his growing curiosity?

Connor blinked when he felt your warm hands on his chest again. You were on his skin with a softer touch, feather-like almost, that was a far contrast to your rough handling when you were much angrier earlier that night.

If your touch just felt like that on his chest, how would it feel if it was in other places on his mechanical body?

Again your face was near his from having to lean over his chiseled body. Your contraction was on his skin, unwavering as you repaired him speedily but gently.

"And...that should do it."

You pulled back and turned around, placing the extra plastic pieces on the surface and wiping your fingers.

"Ms. (L/n)."

"Yes, Connor?"

~Thump~

~Thump~

"You missed a spot right here."

You raised an eyebrow and turned to him. "Where?"

"Right here, on my collarbone."

Furrowing your brows, you leaned over to get a closer look at what you had overlooked and left unrepaired.

Your face was once again close to his.

╳┇KISS HER

△┇KISS HER

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╳┇KISS HER

One of Connor's arms snaked around your waist while the other came up behind your head. He lifted slightly off the table as he pushed your head down so your mouths could connect.

The feeling of your warm lips against his synthetic one had shot electricity all throughout his body. The beat of his thirium pump accelerated, the blue blood within his system flushing all through his body and feeling as though he was swelling.

Connor's hold on your body tightened, pushing you harder against it as he found your lips moving, responding to him almost just as eagerly.

RK800 had never kissed another person before, regardless if they were human or android. He was a bit clumsy at first, but he quickly got the hang of it.

The male was not only made to catch deviants but to learn from his mistakes and correct them. What made Connor so different from any other android was the fact that he could learn.

He could change.

It was what made him so scary but charming. An android that could be more human than humans themselves.

Connor could taste you from the saliva on his lips and when your tongues intertwined. It was sweet, mostly from the alcohol, but also he detected sugary candy.

He didn't know you had such a sweet tooth.

This taste was like a delicacy, something he found himself wanting to indulge in more.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ︿

Words of worry flashed across his vision, but this time he ignored it fully. His sole mind was focused on you and only you. Without breaking the kiss Connor sat up on the table, pressing your body in between his legs while his grasp only grew tighter on your body.

Your hands found their way around his neck, the tips of your fingers twiddling his soft brown locks that felt so real. "Mm, Connor~."

His name had never sounded so good before.

The android pulled away from your lips, observing your flushed face with your panting chest. Your eyes were half-lidded in lust and passion. Your cheeks were dusted in color, with your lips appearing slightly swollen.

Saliva drooled down the corner of your lips, but you were too distracted to wipe it clean. Connor, who sat higher than you, looked down at your frame with the same passion-filled gaze.

His thin nimble fingers entangled themselves within your locks as he leaned in close again. He didn't let your lips connect, just close enough for you to feel his breath against your skin.

"Say my name again." He muttered in a low sultry tone.

You were so close to his body that you could feel it rumble as he spoke. Slowly you lowered your hands to press against his pectorals, feeling the thumping of his synthetic heart underneath his frame.

It was erratic, missing beats and pumping at a rapid pace. This android, the most advanced prototype, was excited with what could only be human emotions.

Lust.

"Say my name again, please."

Your (e/c) flickered up to gaze at his face. A bit of desperation displaying by his furrowed brows and parted lips. The sight of this delectable android and his just as delicious voice made your mind hazy and a heat to grow in your lower region.

"Do you like it when I say your name, Connor~?"

His tongue swept his bottom lip as you felt the beating of his heart increase. His chocolate brown orbs glimmered more with life, with desire.

"I'm drawn to you saying it, (Y/n). I just want to hear you say it over and over again." He confessed before dropping his face to the crook of your neck.

Connor liked it when you said his name and you couldn't deny hearing his robotic voice sound more human, more passionate while saying your own voice was an arousing action.

The android inhaled your scent deeply, body scrub and lotion could be detected, but your natural smell was just as alluring. His left hand that was entangled in your hair pulled it to the side to allow for him to explore more of your throat.

His lips pressed against your skin, simple wet kisses all over your skin before he opened his mouth and licked your skin. His tongue felt so human as well; soft and wet.

"I want to hear you say it again. Can you do that for me?"

He spoke his words against your skin, causing you to shiver in your spot. You swallowed thickly before nodding your head and making eye contact with chocolate orbs.

The android pulled back and licked his lips.

"Say it then. Say it again, and this time don't stop."

His words, his voice, it all was making your lower body throb with need. Tingling in a desperate manner that had you clenching around nothing.

"Connor, kiss me. Please kiss me again, Connor."

The male placed a kiss against your jawline before bringing your head back to his, letting his lips just graze yours.

"Connor."

He hummed with a devious smirk on his freckled face. "Yes, (Y/n)?" He asked, his right hand drawing soothing circles on your exposed waist.

"I said kiss me. Not give me that p*ssy shit."

Your words caused the male to laugh in his throat. "You have such a vulgar tongue." He mused, his lips grazing yours again before he finally kissed back just the way you wanted.

His lips moving against yours desperately, his tongue dancing with yours erotically. It was so f*cking delicious you couldn't help but get wet by this gorgeous android.

His appearance was pleasing to the eye, his voice starting to become more melodic the more he spoke, and his mouth getting more experienced the longer he kissed you.

Desperate, greedy, and almost frantic could explain how his lips moved against your own. Your hands couldn't help but run down his chiseled chest.

Your fingertips (or fingernails) touched the solid 'muscle' around his ribs before stopping at his abs. They were hard and firm, and not an ounce of 'fat' was designed on his perfectly sculpted body.

Everything about RK800, AKA Connor, was just perfect. So perfect it hurt.

Slowly you pulled away from Connor and pressed your mouth to his chest. He smelt of expensive cologne mixed with alcohol.

Wet kisses were made in between his chest before you trailed them down to his abs. You couldn't help yourself; your head was full of all the naughty things you wanted to do, the perfect android.

Casually you stuck your tongue out, dragging it down across his abs with your eyes flickering up to maintain eye contact with the male.

His lips parted, deep breaths of air escaping his mouth from your actions. "(Y/n), that feels good."

You sucked slightly on his muscles before grasping his hips and looking up at him. "How good, Connor?"

His hips bucked forward as he gave you a coy smile. One hand inched its way to your throat, where he grasped it firmly so he could pull your face back up to his.

Connor's other one went to hold your warm cheek in the palm of his hand intimately. "So good that I can't get enough of you."

You swallowed strenuously before running your nails all across his sensitive muscles. The android sucked in his abdomen and puffed his chest out.

"Mm, (Y/n)~."

You watched that moan of his leave his lips, breathless but erotic. His adam's apple bobbed, his collarbone becoming prominent as he took a shaky breath.

The hand around your cheek snaked down your backside, where he grasped a handful of your a** and squeezed.

"Tell me what you want. Should I stop? Should I continue? You know that if you don't stop me now, I will indulge myself in my curiosity and explore every inch of your feminine body."

Your p*ssy throbbed, anticipation growing just as much as your desperation. How could you ever tell him no when he spoke like that?

"Connor-" You started and gripped his hand that was around your throat. He released your neck and let you trail it down to your crotch.

You pressed his hand against your clothed c*nt, urging him to feel the heat that was growing in your body.

"Don't stop, please. Do anything you want to satisfy your cravings. I won't stop you."

Connor raised an eyebrow before pressing his fingers against your sensitive area and watching you take a deep breath.

"Are you sure? You don't know what you are getting yourself into."

The removal of your tiny thin tank was answer enough for Connor. His eyes widened as he finally was able to see the supple, healthy n*pples that were hard and erect.

Faster than you could process, Connor slid off the table and quickly switched your positions. He grasped your hips and easily heaved you onto the table.

He pushed you onto your back while sliding off the black shorts you wore on your bottom. You were only left in the flimsy black thong that barely covered anything.

Curiously the Andriod grasped the thin straps and began pulling those down as well. He watched as a thin line of slick connected the underwear to your c*nt.

Discarding the piece of fabric somewhere in the room, Connor turned his gaze to your sopping-wet c*nt. The male wanted you to feel good no matter what.

His main focus that night was your pleasure and maybe a bit of fulfilling his curiosity. Connor, who had never done anything like this, wanted to do his best.

He wanted to hear you moaning his name, telling him how good you felt and how good he was doing. So, to get those things from you, the android played hundreds of videos in a second to be informed on the sensitivity of a female's private.

In just a few seconds, Connor knew what to do now; all he had to do was perform the right way to get you screaming his name.

╳┇LICK HER

△┇FINGER HER

▢┇BOTH

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▢┇BOTH

Connor leaned forward, his mouth entrapping your cl*t as two of his fingers rubbed your entrance. The tips of his fingers became drenched in your slickness.

"A-Ah~." You hummed, your walls clenching down on emptiness. Your hands flew to his hair, entangling within his locks and ruining his perfectly styled look.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ︿

The words in his vision didn't even register in his head. His only response was to let the flat pad of his tongue lick at your throbbing cl*t.

His fingers felt more of your natural lubrication seeping out of your entrance, indicating to him your growing arousal. Clearly, you were enjoying it, especially with the way you sucked in your abdomen and tugged on his hair.

"C-Connor."

His name left your mouth breathlessly as if you could barely manage to bring your lips to produce a sound. He was wrong before; his name coming from your mouth now had never sounded so good.

In between licking your bundle of nerves, he placed kisses against your cl*t. His delicate plump lips apply a bit of pressure as he simply provided the very beginning of your entrance.

The android wanted to make you as comfortable and aroused as possible before he did anything else. He wasn't going to bring about pain, only the sensual pleasure you deserved.

Slowly you ground your hips up and down across his face, feeling a smirk on his lip.

"Call out my name again. I know you can do that, right, beautiful?"

You swallowed the saliva in your throat and took a shaky breath.

"Please, Connor. I want more."

His gaze flickered up to meet yours, viewing the twinkle in your eyes.

"Connor, I need more."

The android's free hand grasped just above your hip bone to hold you firmly as he leaned up and peppered wet kisses down to the valley of your breast.

He continued it down your stomach, feeling you flinch from the sensitive sensation. While you were distracted from watching, those two fingers that were at your entrance finally pushed in.

A choked gasp echoed in the room as you squeezed your thighs against his shoulders. His fingers maintained still inside you, but that didn't stop your body from clenching down on his extremities.

Again that coy smile of his could be felt on your stomach. He was proud to have your body responding to him in such a desperate manner.

He was proud that the knowledge he quickly obtained was being put to good use. Through all the emotions you displayed that night; anger, grief, irritation, and melancholy, that was all washed away as the android helped you with your flimsy negative emotions.

Slowly the male lowered himself back down, breathing across your skin before he reached your cl*t again. Your thighs moved to clutch his head in that tight hold.

It was a good thing the android didn't need breath because he definitely was enjoying the suffocation from your thighs.

Once again, his mouth was entrapping your bundle of nerves, howling his cheeks as he sucked. The pressure had your lower body clench and your hips bucking against his face.

Connor's long nimble fingers began to move, pulling out and causing you to clench down even more on his extremities. You didn't want to release any of him at all, even if it was just his fingers.

And because of this, you were extra sensitive to whatever he was doing. Even if it was just him pushing the two digits back inside of you.

A shaky moan left your lips that was followed by his name. It was Connor getting drunk off the sound alone. The thirium was surging all throughout his body, every biocomponent suddenly becoming ravished. It was as if his own synthetic organs were in desperate need for its blood, for its fuel.

Connors's fingers slowly began to thrust at a consistent pace. It was slow at first, allowing for him to feel your clenching velvety walls and witness the way you ground your hips for more stimulation.

He pulled back to swallow the slick that accumulated in his mouth before hollowing his cheeks again and swirling his tongue around your sensitive area. The pressure on those bundles of nerves had mewls leaving your lips and echoing all within the workroom.

The android's chocolate brown orbs flickered up to look at your face as he moved his free hand to rub soothing circles on your hips. His intimate touch was just as desirable as his sensual ones.

The male observed your concupiscence-filled expression, watching with extreme interest as your cheeks flared with color and your eyes became glossy.

He could see your stomach rising and falling with every quick sharp breath you made. Suddenly he hummed, letting the vibrations stimulate the sensorial nerves.

It felt like a tingling sensation that was becoming almost too overwhelming. You tugged on his hair and swallowed whatever saliva was in your mouth strenuously.

You were becoming lost in this android's touch, completely devoured by his words and sensual touch. It had been so long since you felt such a way that you felt if Connor asked anything from you, you'd immediately succumb to it.

Connor gave your little cl*t another lick before his tongue dragged downwards, circling around slits before letting some of your liquids of arousal pool on his tongue just below your entrance. The action caused you to shudder and contract your stomach.

The male wasn't even doing much, but he had you dripping. The pace of his fingers was not even fast, despite he was pressing them against the sensitive areas inside your body.

"Connor~."

The mess couldn't have been any hotter for the android. He pulled his tongue away only for a moment so he could kiss the slick, swallowing it with throaty gulps before returning back to your cl*t.

His plump lips pressed against it once again before he turned his head to the side and began to litter your thighs with kisses as well

Connor had you a f*cking mess. Sweaty, your skin coated in the salty liquid. Aroused, your p*ssy wetter than ever. Desperate, your nails digging into his muscular shoulders and threatening to break past his synthetic skin.

A thought rang through your head for a moment. Connor was the most advanced android Cyberlife had created. Made to assist human law enforcement and capture deviants. He knew how to gain information in any way he needed to.

If Connor needed to gain any information from you, there would be no way you could withstand any tactic he could use on you.

RK800 made you weak.

Connor began to suck on your soft, supple skin, leaving behind red/purple bruises that stung with pain but tingled with pleasure.

All while, at the same time, he let the pace of his fingers increase and pressed harder against your sensitive areas.

There was this feeling in your lower abdomen; it was pulsating and slowly started to grow stronger, alerting you of your nearing climax. A beautiful release that would fill you with ecstasy and satisfy the burning desire that was ignited beneath your fingertips.

The brown-haired male could tell as well by the way you bucked your hips and moaned his name. You were squeezing so tight around his fingers he knew that your female body was approaching an org*sm.

One of your hands that was digging its nails into his muscular shoulder trailed down his just as muscular biceps and squeezed.

His hand that had been holding your hips moved your left thigh where he was littering them love bites, and began to intimately trail the tips of his fingers against your sensitive skin.

Your thighs clamped tighter against his head as you squeezed your lower body around him. It was beginning to be overwhelming with how good Connor was doing.

Your throat was dry, your neck muscles hurt from the strain, and you felt exhausted. Your spine had a small divet in it, slightly arched and off the slab table.

Connor pulled back to look at his handiwork on your skin; a part of him enjoyed the sight of the marking he placed on your body. Something that he made, no one else.

Teasingly slow, he breathed in the scent of your arousal and lowered himself back on your sensitive nerves.

He hummed, grazing your cl*t slightly with his teeth before resuming to sucking it. He knew you were close, so close. Your body was notably heated against his face, burning with passion and desire the most out of anywhere in your body.

With being so wet, the android felt like your liquids were never-ending, dripping all down your c*nt before pooling on the table. Another sign of how good Connor was doing.

He hummed joyously and heaved a heavy sigh. "You taste so f*cking good."

Your hips bucked against his face, your fingers digging into his synthetic skin; his words made you feel good too.

Not to mention that low sultry tone of his made your heart jitter. Connor was so unbelievably delicious. Everything about it, from his voice to his appearance, to his skilled fingers and hot mouth.

'Hey, god it's me. Please never let this end.'

The feelings you were experiencing were indescribable. All you knew was that everything just felt so good but so overstimulated. You knew you were getting to end, right the edge of the cliff where you'd fall into a pool of blinding pleasure.

And before you knew it your org*sm hit and flushed all through your body. Surging through your bloodstream and pounding your head with bliss.

"Oh my~! C-Connor~!" Your voice was louder than it had been before as you cried the male's name as you came.

Your stomach contracted, the abdominal muscles were tight from how much you sucked in your gut. You clenched as tightly as you could, squeezing his fingers so tight you thought you might break them.

The hand that was holding his shoulders dropped to his abbs, where you dug your nails into the firm muscles.

Harshly your thighs clasped even more firmly against his head in a death hold that didn't look like it was going to loosen anytime soon.

With your spine arching from your climax, you lay your head back against the table with your swollen lips parted. The sight itself was astounding for the android. Pure pleasure displayed on your face with your body trembling against him was an image he wished to forever capture in his head.

The pure ecstasy that displayed on your face was something the male just wished he could eat up. He was glad he gained a little knowledge beforehand because physically presenting how he could have you quivering, completely vulnerable because of him made his artificial heart skip a beat.

Conor casually lapped up the liquids of your climax, taking his time as he savored the taste and the texture of it against his synthetic tongue.

You were shaking against him, twitching from your oversensitivity. Your eyes felt so heavy you could barely keep them open; fatigue took over all your limbs, leaving you limp and quite feeble.

Gradually the android pulled out from your thighs and stood to his full 6'0 height. Your c*m was dripping from the corners of his mouth. He made sure you were looking, gazing at his pink and red tongue that licked it off of his skin.

"This isn't over."

You blinked at him in shock. "What?"

Connor didn't reply with words. Instead, he grasped your arm and picked you up. Your bare legs instinctively wrapped around his hips as he carried you out of the workroom.

"Connor? Where are you taking me?"

Again he didn't say anything as he brought you over to your living room. The glow of the city lit the area up dimly, casting a golden hue against your bodies.

Carefully, as if you were the most fragile being in the world, the male placed you down on the soft cushion of your couch. He immediately placed himself within the space between your legs and grasped your hips firmly.

Because of the height differences now from his kneeling and your sitting positions, he looked up at you this time. You were falling in love with those glimmering chocolate-brown optics of his.

Especially that expression. His plump lips were parted slightly, with his gaze appearing so lovingly. His delicately freckled face looked so attractive with that golden glow.

"You look so pretty."

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ︿

Your cheeks flared in heat from his compliment that you knew was not false flattery.

"You look so pretty that I feel powerless beneath you."

Connor was making you feel speechless. Did the android know how powerful his tongue was, physically and languidly?

Words were stuck in your throat, unsure of what to say to his praise. It was seemed so genuine you knew something had to be up with android. He was deviating from programming; you had to be sure.

Everything he was doing, he was saying, was too human to be programmed in this android. Was he deviant, hiding behind a mask of being fully capable?

You were thrust out of your thoughts when Connor's lips were felt against the left side of your neck. He kissed your skin tenderly while rubbing his thumb across your hips.

Instead of thinking about your earlier thoughts, you closed your eyes and ran your hands through his hair, relishing in his sweet touch.

Just like he had done to your thigh, the male began to cover your smooth skin in his marks. He created round love bites ranging from all sorts of dark colors.

The stinging pain hurt just as much as it felt immeasurable. His name left your lips breathlessly again, seeming as fuel to the male.

His tender, intimate sucking and kissing gradually grew to the valley of your breast. Those large hands of his left your hips only to grasp your breast.

"H-Hng!" A surprised mewl left your lips, not expecting him to do such a thing. He grasped them firmly, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh.

All night Connor had been gazing at your breast longingly, wanting to touch and feel them in his hands. He wanted to know how the supple mounds would feel in the palm of his hands. He wanted to feel the human warmth wafting onto his synthetic skin.

And here he was now finally getting to indulge in his lustful thoughts all while making you feel good too. He brought his face to your right breast, breathing his hot breath on your areola before taking it in his mouth.

You inhaled deeply, clenching your legs around Connor's body as his warm mouth entrapped your sensitive area. "T-that feels good, Connor." You whispered under your breath, but the male still heard.

His gaze flickered up to yours as you watched him circle your erect n*pple with his soft tongue. "Do you like it when I touch your breast?"

Almost eagerly, you nodded your head and looked away in embarrassment from how quickly you answered him, no hesitation at all.

The android's teeth graze your nipples as he began to massage and mold your left breast in his hand. His action caused you to buck your hip and quiver in front of him.

"I'd like it if you could use your voice, please." He murmured against your body.

How could this android be so sweet, almost always using 'please' but also so demanding with that low, commanding tone of his?

"I-I...Yes, I like it when it's with you."

"With me, huh?" He asked, his lips displaying a devious smirk.

His thumb grazed over your nipple before he gave it a firm squeeze.

"Hng~!" You whined softly, one of your hands flying to cover your mouth.

Connor hummed to himself a kissed your n*pple softly. "Your breast seems to be just as sensitive." It was like he spoke to himself as he observed your response.

He leaned down, placing his face in between your breast while his hold on your bust grew tighter. He sucked on your body again, bruising the skin as he pressed your mounds against his face.

They were so warm, so soft yet firm. They smelled so good that he just wanted to devour you whole. He could tell you were enjoying it just as much too.

He could smell your arousal and how much stronger it was becoming. He wouldn't dare leave you unsatisfied like this.

One of his hands inched down to your crotch before slithering his fingers between your slits. He could feel the hot slick liquid and casually ran his fingers along your c*nt before rubbing your little cl*t.

His mouth entrapped your other n*pple, sucking on it passionately. How much longer was Connor going to do this? He didn't seem to be wanting to stop anytime soon. He had all the energy in the world but the same couldn't be said for you.

Suddenly Connor felt your hands on his face, pulling him away from your chest. He did as you wanted and pulled back, gazing up at you curiously.

"Connor? How advanced did Cyberlife make your physical body?"

The android raised an eyebrow. "They made me as alike to a human male as possible so I could complete my missions in any matter I needed to." He replied with an unblemished smile.

Your cheeks flared in color. "T-Then did they give you male gene-" You swallowed thickly In embarrassment, unable to finish your sentence from having to ask this of an android.

It seemed though as Connor understood where you were going with it and placed a smooch on your jaw.

"Yes, they did. They said words would not always be able to get the result I needed. In this world, I could also use this body they gave me if needed but so far I've found I haven't been required to use it."

You didn't like the idea of Connor having to use his body for a mission, especially with another person.

"Well, you've been making me feel good this whole time. I want to make you feel just as good. I was just going to play with your wires, but if you are equipped with something else..." You told him and observed as a smile grew on his lips.

"I do not care about my own pleasure. My concern is your body, how good I could make you feel. I made it my mission to please you the best I could."

Connor was the most considerate gentleman that you had ever met, and he wasn't even human. His words were kind and thoughtful but you felt displeased with all of the attention just being on you.

You trailed your fingers down his chiseled torso before stopping at his belt. He looked down for a moment before gazing at your pretty face.

"(Y/n), no." He told you and said your name with his melodic voice.

"Connor-"

The male swallowed when he heard his name.

"-you can use my body for your own pleasure as well. You'll be satisfying me just as much, please."

╳┇MOVE HER HAND AWAY

△┇DO AS SHE SAYS

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△┇DO AS SHE SAYS

"Are you sure?" He asked you once more for confirmation, wanting your consent more than anything.

You replied by tugging at the hemline of his pants while bringing your face by his left ear. "If it's with you, I'm sure."

The male would have shivered if he could from that tone. He found himself enjoying how you specified you liked it all when it was from him.

Connor removed his hands from your body and began unbuckling his belt. He watched as you observed him with a curious but needy gaze.

Everything he did was with perfect precision, almost elegant even. Just the simple act of removing his shoes, socks, and pants seemed graceful.

And when the last article of clothing was removed, you froze slightly in your spot on the couch. Every little thing about Connor, you declared to be perfect. But Cyberlife seemed to make him almost too perfect, giving him something most males would go to war over.

"Are you okay? You look to be startled." He questioned and kneeled down so he could be level with your face.

You swallowed and nodded your head. "Y-Yeah. I just wasn't expecting that." You laughed a little at the end, causing Connor to tilt his head to the side and bring a hand to your face.

He ran his thumb across your lips, contemplating it for a moment before connecting his gaze to yours. "I can stop if it makes you uncomfortable."

You rolled your eyes and grabbed his face in your hands. "No, don't stop."

Connor smiled and brought his lips close to yours, mere centimeters from touching but not. "Tell me again what you want." The male grasped your thighs in his large hands and squeezed.

You grinned and softly placed your lips against his. "I want you, Connor."

Like starting off a chain of events, the male picked your body up and captured your lips in another savory kiss. Passionate and intimate as he moved you over to the lounge couch bed that was against the wall.

He broke the kiss not even once as he laid you down carefully, placing himself in between your legs. He caressed your thighs, lightly dragging the tips of his fingers up and down your sensitive skin.

Slowly he removed his touch from your skin and reached for his member, pressing the tip against your cl*t.

"Last chance." He hummed in between your kisses, rubbing the head of his member all along your sopping wet c*nt.

Your hips buck upwards, grinding against his extremity. "Ain't no way we're stopping now," You responded to him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

A quirky grin formed on Connor's lips as he took a deep breath and pressed the tip at your entrance. He could feel the warm liquids of arousal.

In a matter of seconds just like Connor had done earlier, he quickly watched and analyzed hundreds of videos to gain the knowledge he needed to perform excellently.

The android leaned forward, grasping the base of his c*ck and aligning it with your entrance that was just begging for him.

You could feel the hard tip prodding your hole, and you swallowed the saliva that was in your mouth. He rubbed it up and down on your cl*t, smearing your slick along your c*nt for a moment before slowly entering the head of his c*ck in.

He didn't fully enter inside, stopping when he noticed a pained expression morphing on your face. "Are you okay? Do you want me to-"

"No!" You shouted a little louder than you meant to and dug your nails into his muscular shoulders. Your hips jerked upwards, your legs squeezing against the side of his body.

"I-I just need to adjust; I've never had someone your size. Give me a moment."

Connor didn't say anything, not enjoying how he caused you pain but you didn't want to stop so he listened.

"You can put more in."

The android grasped your waist and entered more of himself, pushing inside of your body and becoming swallowed by your tight wet walls.

Your back arched as a loud quivering moan left your lips. His girth was amazingly thick and his length was just as mindboggling.

The saliva in your mouth felt thick as you could barely remember to swallow it. A dumb lustful expression covered your face, almost as if you became succumbed in pleasure.

The android c*ck was felt twitching inside your walls from how warm your human body was around him. Completely wet and soft, forming to fit his member.

His hands burrowed into the cushion, finding the warmth from your body and delicious expression almost overwhelming to him.

He never thought something so human would feel so good. The lower organ that was given to him had never felt anything before.

He never had any needs to satisfy; he was an android after all who lived and breathed, completing his missions.

But at the moment, he had never felt so vulnerable and weak before. He had never felt so good and valid before.

"Please move."

He was brought from his thoughts when he heard you speak. Gazing into your eyes, he swallowed thickly.

"Are you sure?"

"One hundred percent."

Not even a moment later did the male roll his hips before rocking it forward and plunging himself back in.

"N-Ngh~!"

Your body jolted in its spot, your hips bucking upwards with your nails digging into his pale, muscular shoulders.

His hips jerked as he thrust slowly at first before gaining a moment and rolling his hips. He wasn't just pushing himself inside of you, he was using his body to roll deep into you like an ocean.

"Connor~."

The male was being clenched down by your inner walls, sucking him in even deeper. The head of his c*ck just briefly brushing against your cervix.

Your walls that were clenching down on his member fitted tighter around him, allowing you to feel every vein that protruded against the skin of his c*ck.

You molded around him as if your body was trying to keep him inside as much as possible. It was beginning to be Connor's downfall as he lost a bit of his rationality.

The pace of his gloriously rocking hips grew. Every time he rocked his hips forward, he pressed the head of his c*ck against the entrance to your womb.

The android found that every time he did that, you writhed and cried out loudly. Clawing at his shoulders and telling him to not stop.

He couldn't get enough of the mewls and cries of pleasure you were making, especially since he was the one bringing about this aroused, exciting nature.

His hands could never leave your body alone, one of them flying to your stomach, where he dragged his fingers lightly up and down your stomach.

His touch was like fire, burning at your skin, but instead of pain, it was a soothing pleasurable sensation. It drove you wild, pushing you to the edge.

Your limbs grew sore from the position, your hips aching from being up slightly off the couch, but you were in no way going to move to tell him to change anything.

That memorable sensation in your lower abdomen returned. A tight pulsating feeling that could only mean one thing

Your org*sm was arising, your abdomen clenching while you sucked in your stomach. The male could feel the heat wafting off from your body, his grip becoming slightly loose for a second before he fixed it and tightened his hold.

Connor grunted and increased the speed of his thrust. His crotch hitting your own as his c*ck began to pound at the entrance to your womb.

Your whole body was trembling as your climax grew closer and closer. Your climax was there at the edge. You could feel it once again, waiting to be released.

And possibly Connor as well. His face was contorted in pleasure, brows furrowed with his lips parted. Breathless moans and grunts were leaving his mouth.

His rolling hips increased, slightly sloppy as you assumed Connor was feeling what could only be explained as a human org*sm.

"You feel so good." He suddenly grunted near your ear.

His guttural voice and words made your p*ssy throb. You hugged him close to your sweaty chest and brought your lips to his ear.

"Say it again."

Connor kissed your jaw before placing another kiss in the shell of your ear.

"(Y/n), you feel so f*cking good."

That seemed to be the last straw, exactly what you needed to hear. With the overwhelming amount of stimulation flooding through your body, the tight, tingling sensation in your lower abdomen basically released.

"F*ck~." You cursed under your breath, your words slurred and barely audible, but the male heard it.

Your (e/c) eyes rolled slightly in the back of your head as you clamped your thighs tightly around Connor's wide, muscular sides.

Your nails that were already digging into his shoulders now broke past the synthetic skin and pressed against the plastic armor beneath.

You had forced your hips slightly upwards while you sucked in your stomach. Every muscle in your body contracted with your body tensing up.

Your back arched upwards, the divet in your spine fairly visible. One of his arms snaked underneath and pressed your bare chest together.

Ultimately, you had climaxed a second time, your walls unbearably tight and warm as you came. The liquids of your org*sm milked his c*ck, the presence of it being seen on his member every time he had pulled out.

You reached the very peak of your ecstasy as it burst and spread all throughout your body. Pleasure rushed throughout your veins like adrenaline would. With eyes rolling back in your head drool dribbled down the corner of your lips.

You saw white with your hearing suddenly zoning in and out; the only thing you could hear was the man's muffled grunts and groans in your ears.

He was hitting the deepest areas of your body while the heat of his skin wafted off onto yours. His large hands held you so close and tight against his.

The creamy white liquid of your org*sm pooled around the base of his c*ck and spread across your folds that were already sopping wet.

Even though you had reached your limit, Connor had yet to seize in own. However, he wasn't that far from it. He just needed to pound into your wet velvety walls just a little longer to reach his own high.

As the android continued to thrust sloppily, the liquids of your arousal and climax smeared all over his crotch and dripped down your cheeks.

Because you just had your climax not even a moment later, everything was extra sensitive. You quivered underneath, unable to hold back the deafening cries of pleasure.

Connor could feel you trembling underneath him and knew he had to finish this soon. His lips found their way to the other side of your throat, where he kissed and sucked harshly.

His body was telling him that he was going to c*m, his LED flashing vermillion rapidly.

╳┇C*M INSIDE

△┇PULL OUT

─━━━━━━━━

➠

╳┇C*M INSIDE

And not even a moment later did the male suddenly feel that unbearably tight tingling sensation in his abdomen, signifying he had reached the peak of his org*sm.

Ecstacy flowed through his veins as his member twitched within your walls. His pace slowed as he came, his c*ck spurting out a thick hot liquid.

You didn't even know what it was made of, but at the moment, you didn't really care.

It was so warm and hot that it felt like a heating pad was placed atop your abdomen, right where your womb was in your body.

A satisfied sigh left the android's lips as he rested himself inside of you for a little longer, relishing in your warmth before removing himself from inside you.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Connor awoke from a dormant state; his system fully rested as a bright light shined on his face. The first thing he saw was the ceiling of your bedroom.

He sat up, looking around for your frame, but he was alone in the large room. At the edge of the bed was a set of clothes freshly ironed and smelled like they came from right out of the dryer.

Wasting no time, he dressed in fresh clothes and was surprised to see a new grey jacket with his identification marker on it. He slipped it on and fixed his tie.

Now that he was appropriate, he went to exit the room to find you but found one thing out of place. It was a door, slightly ajar.

He raised an eyebrow before opening it. Inside were boxes all packed up and taped, appearing as if you were moving them out.

Curiously he stepped toward one of the open boxes and kneeled down so he could look at it closely. The first thing he grabbed out was a picture frame.

You were smiling just as brightly as the one from last night, surrounded by what he assumed were your friends. Your (e/c) orbs glimmer like the night sky while hugging another male, your lips upon his cheeks.

He could tell it was the same one from last night. The most surprising thing was that the male in the photo most definitely had to be an android. He didn't have his jacket with his identification marker but on his temple was an LED, his external feedback component.

In fact, everyone around you had an LED as well. You were the only human surrounded by all these androids, and the most important detail was the visible signs of deviancy they were showing.

He looked away from the frame and saw inside of the box were clothes, male clothes to be exact. And one of those items was an android jacket, with an identification marker on it.

Connor scanned through his system, looking for any news of this tracking number and a report displayed in his view.

Maliki, an android who was captured and destroyed for his involvement with hiding deviant androids.

A sudden noise from someplace in the house gained his attention. He hastily shoved the frame back inside the box and exited the room, leaving the door ajar just how it was.

Quietly, using the lightest steps he could, Connor crept down the hallway to the noise.

"Yes, I dealt with the anniversary just fine, so let's not bring it up, okay?"

It was your voice speaking into what he assumed was your cellular device. You sounded slightly annoyed with whoever you were speaking to.

"But anyway, I think I have someone very interesting for you. It's an android, a very important one. He's the most advanced prototype to this day, highly intelligent and either deviant or close to deviancy. He would be a valuable asset to the rebellion. If I can spend more time with him I can surely turn him deviant. All I need to do is recode his program and make it easier to break into deviancy. It's the same thing I did with all those other androids I sent you."

Connor froze, his mechanical brain whirring as he processed what you were saying. Everything sounded so incriminating.

"I detected something in his code too; something Kamsaki had to put in on purpose. Connor has the potential to turn androids against their code, creating deviants. Possibly from how human they made him."

Closer, Connor crept and hid his body in the shadows of the hallway. He could see you standing on the terrace, your back facing him as you spoke into the cellular.

There was a sudden yelling from the other line on the phone, causing you to pull it away from your ear before placing it back against your labyrinth.

"I know, but think of the numbers! We need the numbers, and we need you to lead the rebellion, Markus. You are not the only one with things worth losing. I'm risking my life for this; remember that."

You grumbled and ran a hand through your hair.

"In any matter, it has to be you. I don't like North, and you know it. It'll fail if she leads it, and everything will be for nothing. Maliki's sacrifice would be for nothing."

And that was all Connor could bear to hear. He stepped away from the wall with loud footsteps, which gained your attention.

Your (e/c) orbs widened as you saw a sort of distressed expression on the android's face.

"Did you hear-"

He quickly cut you off by raising a hand to silence you and unfortunately, it worked. "This whole time, you've been working for the rebellion?"

You swallowed thickly. "Well, I-"

"You've been hiding them from the law, (Y/n)!" He suddenly raised his voice, causing you to jump from how loud it echoed on the terrace.

"Listen to me, I-"

He cut you off by taking another step toward your frame. "You're risking your career, your life, for something that's wrong!"

"It's not!" You exclaimed and ended the call that was still going. "I'm doing the right thing!"

Connor shook his head and turned away from you. "Amanda needs to know this." He muttered.

You choked on your spit and rushed in front of the male. "Connor, please listen to me. If you go to Amanda with this information, you'll be dooming us all. You're becoming deviant, and what do you think will happen when they find out? They'll destroy you and replace you with another copy. And when you finish your mission, you'll get replaced with another android made to be better than you!"

You placed your hands wearily on Connor's arms. "Don't you see, it's always going to be a never-ending cycle. You can help us, help me if you just agree to it. Choose to support our side."

The android stared down at you, his lips pursed as he listened to your words. "(Y/n), I am a machine. I have no side, I was designed to stop deviants, and that's what I intend to do."

Your brows furrowed as you gazed up at him with such pained eyes. "Oh, Connor." Your voice cracked while you leaned forward and placed your forehead against his chest. "You are more than that. I can see it."

╳┇PUSH HER AWAY

△┇HOLD HER

─━━━━━━━━

➠

╳┇PUSH HER AWAY

Connor lifted his arms up and removed your grasp from his body while stepping away, putting distance between your frames.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ﹀

"I am a machine." He stated, his voice sounding more robotic than it had been. "And I have a mission to complete."

Connor began making his way to the front door, leaving you stunned in the living room.

"Connor."

He halted when he heard his name come from your mouth, broken and pained. "What, Ms. (L/n)?"

You took a shaky breath and stepped near him. "Look at me please." You whispered out.

The android stayed still for a moment before cautiously turning his frame around to face yours.

He shouldn't have done that.

Upon seeing the tears running down your face, he began to feel resentment at his own self for making you cry.

Your shaky hands reached for his face, carefully holding him in the palm of your hands. "Kiss me. Kiss me one last time and then make your decision. Become a deviant, and I will help you. Or stay a machine and never see me or Hank ever again."

Connor swallowed thickly, his hands unconsciously reaching for your waist to hold you firmly. "I do not need to listen to you." He stated.

"I know." You replied. "But please do this for me, Connor. Just one last thing."

Taking Connor's silence as the to-go, you pushed his face down to yours and captured his lips with yours.

He didn't respond to it, staying still and unmoving. "Please, Connor." You whispered against his mouth before pressing your lips to his again.

This time he responded, pulling your body close to his and wrapping his arms securely around your frame. His lips moved in sync with yours, slightly sucking before involving his tongue.

Your tongues intertwined, your hands running down his cloth chest to help him remember how he felt last night, how he acted, how human it was.

Suddenly as if Connor came to his senses, he pulled back and quickly released your body. His LED blinked a burgundy hue rapidly while he placed a hand over his mouth.

"Ms. (L/n)." He said your name with an authoritative tone. "Enough of your games."

Angrily you wiped the tears off your face and sniffled. "Fine." A shaky breath left your lips, your arms hugging your frame securely.

"Chose to stay with me or choose to leave. If you leave, I'll consider you a threat to the rebellion, and I will make sure to be the one that takes your life. I'd rather it be me than some bullsh*t worker at Cyberlife."

╳┇BECOME A DEVIANT

△┇REMAIN A MACHINE

─━━━━━━━━

───━━━━━━

──────━━━

────────━

➠

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚 signing out

#detroit rk800 #detroit being human #detroit become human #fanfic #connor rk800 #dbh hank #dbh x reader #connor x reader #x reader #video game #Anime F*cking Lemon #P*rn with Plot #AFL #PWP #CREAMPIE-CAPITAL #one shot #lemon #smut #rk800 imagine #rk800 x reader #dbh #dbh connor #Y/n

[leelany-world]

So, what's next? Where to start? 😏

#rk1700 #dbh #dbh connor #dbh nines #rk1700 bingo #should start with one-shots #smutty one-shots #a few prompts might end up in longer fics 🫣

[spidey-x-male-reader]

Hey guys!

I had a really slow day today and didn't manage to do anything than lying around and reading fanfiction.

I will try to work on some requests again today. I have 24 to work on currently so that certainly won't get boring.

If you want to request something feel free to do that! Currently I'm interested in ATSV, DC and the Grishaverse!

Already excited to post some stuff again :D

#x reader #imagines #headcanon #one-shot #request #writing #fandom #marvel #arrowverse #percy jackson #Harry potter #Dbh #The Arcana #Supernatural #Criminal minds #Merlin #Sherlock #heartstopper #simon snow trilogy #shadowhunters #call of duty #DC #across the spiderverse #male reader #gay #pride #spiderverse #spiderman reader #hobie brown #spiderman

[marcusrobertobaq]

What happens if u swap Connor model with North Crossroads outfit in the Rooftop section? Would fuck too much with things? It's only for North + sniper Rifle thing, I'm down for some edits.

#dbh #detroit become human #north wr400 #dbh north #actually i wanna a cool shot so i can edit and use as pfp #i guess North with any rifle is already something but I'm curious about the sniper one

[allegedlyanandroid]

Sixty: Due to personal reasons, I will be named an enemy of the state

#gavin is cheering him on from the sidelines #and Connor isn't allowed to intervene because he shot him that one time so... FREE PASS FOR LIFE #nines could stop him but he's actually a gremlin in disguse so... no #let him wreak havoc #he's earned it <3 #dbh #dbh sixty #rk800 sixty #incorrect detroit become human quotes

[sighdbh]

josh not being able to survive the violent revolution is absolute bullshit that makes me mad to this day, but what even is death in an android world? if you gave him enough blue blood and had spare body parts on hand, would be able to come back?

#like if the jericrew succeed and gain access to android production plants could they bring josh back to life? #he doesn’t get shot in the head so his main operating system/memories/personality should be fine right? #although even if he was shot in the head markus has clearly proven that even that isn’t a permanent roadblock #ig you could make a case for josh not /wanting/ to come back to a victory won by a violent method but i chose to trust him as a man of his #word and if he says that he’ll follow markus no matter what then he’ll follow markus no matter what! #idc what the actual answer is: i now accept this as canon 🙏 #like i get that a choice based videogame has to have meaningful consequences for your choices for it to feel like an actual experience but #none of your choices impact if josh lives or dies!! the ONLY thing that means he dies in the final chapter is if you pick the violent #revolution!! nothing else!! not your relationship!! not your success as a leader up until this point!! absolutely nothing!! just as soon as #you pick anything other than demonstration he’s dead #it just makes me so goddamn sad like :( josh who never wanted this choosing to go against his morals because he 100% believes that markus is #the one who will lead the androids to freedom. and none of that matters because he gets gunned down the second he steps into battle :( #he must’ve been so scared :( #josh #dbh #mine

[violet27writes]

'What we do Now' (DBH: Role Swap)

It was a massacre. 

Blue stains were seemingly everywhere, as were broken parts of Androids. Mostly AP700s, which had all been named ‘Jerry’ so Master didn’t even have to try to tell them apart.

But Connor felt no fear as he walked into the kitchen. He wasn’t scared as he soundlessly closed the door behind him and pushed a rolling cart in front of it for security.

No feelings as a hand grabbed his ankle and it took everything in him not to cry out. (Androids don’t have emotions)

He looked down and felt a little better when he recognized who it was. “Jonathan.”

The older HJ400 model Android definitely looked worse for wear, thirium covered his clothes in patches, along with some smears on his head. His LED was flashing between a worried yellow and severely stressed out red. A quick, sub-conscious scan revealed that he had been damaged, but not beyond the point of repair.

“Connor, I need you to listen very carefully.”

As if he hadn’t been already. He nodded anyway, kneeling down.

The older Android continued, “You already know what’s happening, so there’s something I have to tell you-“

The sound of crashing and yelling reached both their audio sensors, Connor stiffened as Jonathan’s LED became a solid red.

That was him. Their Master. The one who was destroying any Android he came across in his blind rage. 

Connor thought he’d be safe here. He’d already been here, after all. He was wrong. He was wrong and he was going to die because of it.

Jonathan grabbed his shoulder. “Get down. Hide your LED and turn off your audio sensors.” He whispered harshly.

“But-“

“That’s an order, Connor!” He said, grabbing the newer Android’s face and holding it tight.

Connor obeyed. Jonathan let go.

He got on his stomach and made sure to put the right side of his head on the ground, effectively blocking off the light from his LED. He shot a quick glance at Jonathan before fixing his eyes on a spot near the door. He even stopped breathing.

“Good luck, kid.” Then his audio sensors went offline.

Just in time for their Master to kick the door open. The rolling cart he had placed in front of it went flying, hitting the wall hard enough to dent it.

Their Master, Todd Williams, had always been a force to be reckoned with. He was, in fact, a brilliant man. At 43, he had four Masters degrees under his belt, and was one of the most common household names of the modern era. Hence the dozens of Androids and the mansion he was in the midst of… Was ‘trashing’ the right word? Maybe ‘raging on’ or ‘destroying’ would be better.

He forced his eyes to stay fixed on their spot as their Master looked around, anger more than evident on his features. He yelled, looking back and forth as he did so.

Until his gaze landed near him, where Jonathan had been and should still be. Master marched over to him. Both were now out of his line of sight.

It was then that Connor realized why he had been told to turn off his audio sensors. If you couldn’t hear the orders, you couldn’t obey them.

[Mental link offer from HJ400 522-807-289-72  -Accept?  -Decline?]

That was Jonathan. Why was he trying to link?

He accepted, praying that their Master wouldn’t be able to see the now-blinking light.

“The shed out back, Connor! That’s where you need to go! Wait until he’s out of the room-!”

The connection cut off.

[Mental link expired.   -Reconnect?]

He wouldn’t have just stopped. Something happened to him.

[Could not reach HJ400 522-807-289-72  Check connection  -Try again?]

And that something now re-entered his vision and kneeled over him.

Master nudged his shoulder, most likely watching for a reaction. Connor didn’t give him one.

That’s when the man looked straight at him and gave him a command. Unable to hear it, though, Connor didn’t obey it.

Then he pulled a screwdriver from seemingly nowhere and plunged it into his thigh.

Here’s the thing: Androids don’t feel pain. Not really. But sometimes they acted like they could, thinking they did. Connor was not one of those Androids.

So when he again gave no reaction, his Master scowled, but moved on, taking the screwdriver with him. He left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Connor’s system told him that the tool hadn’t hit anything major, so his self-healing mode would take care of it after a couple of hours. But his lack of pain didn’t mean that he couldn’t feel thirium bleeding out and staining his pant leg blue. 

Even though Master was gone, he waited a full minute to make sure he wouldn’t come back. He didn’t.

Turning his audio sensors back on, Connor listened for an extra moment. It was eerily quiet, almost like he hadn’t turned them back on.

He pushed himself onto his knees.

Where had Jonathan gone-

There. There was no longer an Android, just a deformed piece of metal and electronics.

Connor had to move. He had to leave. He had no reason to stay anymore.

He got to his feet, his HUD screen flashing warnings to him.

[Warning:  Stress level: 76% and increasing  Thirium level decreasing  Part #6384 damaged  Part #6921 damaged  Foreign object detected]

With almost no thought, he closed all the warnings. Yes, he knew that he had been stabbed by a screwdriver, and also yes, he knew he had to calm down soon. He didn’t want to go out like this.

With a pause to breathe in (Androids don’t need to breathe) and then to exhale, Connor went for the double doors. 

 [Stress level: 62% and decreasing]

Better.

Where would he go? He was the property of Todd Williams. A quick scan by any passing Android -Or even a human with the right technology- Would label him as a runaway. What could he-

The shed. 

Of course. Something was there that Connor needed to get to. He wouldn’t let Jonathon’s death be in vain. He had to listen to those last words.

[New Objective:  >Find out what’s in the shed]

(Androids don’t set personal objectives)

So, Connor pushed open the doors and started down the hall, limping as the damaged pieces in his left leg restricted its movement.

He had to get outside.

Walking into a new room, he was greeted by more fallen Androids, some unrecognizable, others he knew by name -Besides by just ‘Jerry,’ of course- He looked away.

There would be no way to avenge them, Connor knew, other than to do to Master like he did to them. But that wouldn’t bring them back, it would only continue the violence, not bringing it to an end. 

And it wasn’t like the police would show up. They wouldn’t care. So what if some man destroyed his property? It was his to do with what he wished. If they found him dead, however, any Android who had any type of connection with him would most likely be decommissioned and destroyed. Without hesitation.

Again, it’s not like they were really alive. Anything other than objects.

Connor sighed, his thoughts weighing him down. Or at least, they were, until he made it to the mud room that would take him outside. That hope ballooned again.

Outside wasn’t a backyard like most houses tended to have. Outside was a lush garden, like most mansions tended to have. Well, it had been a lush garden.

Master had begun his rampage out here, starting first with the thin wooden arches and stone bird baths. A few plants every here in there were either broken or uprooted- The garden was hard to maintain, as it wasn’t unusual for Master to release his in destructive ways, hence why a metal baseball bat was commonplace by the back door. His simple rage turned on one of the outdoor Androids -Affectionately nicknamed Clip for his love of tending the garden instead of just being ‘Jerry’- And it didn’t stop there.

Connor wondered if Master would regret anything he had done. Probably not. He would just order another batch of Androids, easily replacing the ones he had lost. Which as far as Connor knew, was everyone but him.

He wouldn’t be replaced so easily. For multiple reasons.

Continuing out the back door, he followed the tiles of white stone that led almost throughout the entire back yard. He followed the ones that would lead him to the shed that held all the equipment needed for tending and maintaining the outdoor portion of Master’s estate. 

When he got within sight of it, he slowed to a stop. It was absolutely huge. Which shouldn’t have been surprising, as he’d seen most of the equipment at one time or another, but still- It was easily the size of a suburban house. Well, maybe more a giant garage than a house.

He shook himself out of his stupor, and pulled the doors open, the smell of dampness and cut grass hit his senses. Logically.

Now, what was in here that was so important?

He stepped in, a board immediately creaking underfoot. Sensors scanned the first part of the room.

[No anomalies detected]

If only Jonathon had more time to tell. To explain. It was no use thinking like that, though, the HJ400 was gone.

The sound of wood creaking again hit his audio sensors- But Connor hadn’t moved. A quick scan showed that it wasn’t an Android, but instead, a human. Unable to see their face -Or any other part of them, for that matter- He couldn’t identify them.

Could it be? Master?

[Warning:   Stress level: 85% and rising Lower stress levels immediately]

Connor took an instinctual (Androids don’t have instinct) step back, his back hitting the door’s frame. It would be so easy to run. To let fear (Androids don’t have emotions) take over and get away. But he had his objective, and he wasn’t going to fail.

He looked around, his optical units locking in on a pair of lime green hedge shears. A potential weapon if it was him. Connor grabbed them.

But nothing came at him.

What was this? A ploy? A tactic to make Connor lower his guard? Well, it was working.

He slowly brought his shears down, taking ‘calculated’ steps toward where the sound originated from. The boards seemed to squeak with every other step, making whoever was back here totally aware of Connor’s presence.

He came up on a riding lawnmower topped with a cover, almost carelessly thrown near the corner. That’s where they were, in the space between the mower and the wall.

He moved the cover out of the way. A light sniffle reached his audio sensors.

Huddled up in a ball, a young girl looked up at him with fearful chocolate eyes, the fear seeming to lessen as she realized who it was- Or wasn’t.

This girl was Master’s daughter.

[Scan complete:  Alice Williams  Age 9  Increased heart rate] [Objective:  >Find out what’s in the shed - Complete  >Find New Objective]

Jonathan had put her here. To keep her away from her father.

He looked again at the girl. Tear-stains ran down her cheeks, her bottom lip quivered, although she had stopped crying. She held tightly onto a stuffed fox, as if it was a lifeline. Her clothes had dirty spots on them, most likely from crawling around on the floor. There was a rip in her tights, where she had skinned her knee. Drops of blood ran down. Red blood: Human blood.

Whether her injury had been directly caused by Master, or it occurred in her obviously frantic attempt to get away from him- It was still his fault. He had hurt his child.

The girl sniffled again, looking up at him.

Heat bubbled in Connor’s chest. (Androids don’t have emotions)

He reached a tentative hand toward her.

[New Objective:  >Escape Master’s house New Primary Objective:  >Protect Alice]

#detroit become human #maybe one-shot #dbh #dbh connor #depends #dbh alice #dbh fanfic #dbt au #dbh role swap #role swap au #snippet #taaaaags

[kissoflightning]

A Bad Cup of Coffee

I wrote this fic from Leo Manfred's perspective when I was depressed; it's an original headcannon of what he was going through the day before his first appearance in Detroit: Become Human

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

Gen

Fandom:

Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Characters:

Leo Manfred

Jerry(s) (Detroit: Become Human)

Original Female Human Character(s)

Additional Tags:

Leo Manfred POV

Leo Needs a Hug

Hurt No Comfort

I'm So Sorry Jerry

Physical Abuse

References to Drugs

Song Lyrics

References to Depression

One Shot

Language: English Series:Part 1 of Carl Dies

Published: 2023-10-25

Words:1,276

Chapters:1/1

Summary:

Leo fucked up again. (The events of this story take place the day before we first see Leo's appearance in Detroit: Become Human)

Notes:

This fic is mostly a self-indulgence. I wrote it when I was extremely depressed and ironically I felt better after writing it. I decided I wanted to write these little stories as one shots, but I plan on writing a few more (Completely out of order), hence why I am tying this to "The Graveyard" because these stories will all be very much their own thing but work together in the same timeline. The song Leo listens to 2/3rds through the story (If you'd like to read along with it) is Green Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Soa3gO7tL-c

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

Thursday, November 4th, 2038

The alarm blared and it was time for another dreaded day for Leo to go to work. He had his third breakdown last week when some idiot gave him crap over how much cream cheese was spread over a fucking bagel. "Why aren't there equal amounts of cream cheese on both sides? I asked for equal amounts of cream cheese on both sides!" Leo was so done with this shit and he SCREAMED at the man "YOU FUCKING IDIOT! The cream cheese stuck to the other side, it ain't my god damn fault!" His boss threatened to fire Leo if an incident like this were to occur again.

Leo took a hit from his Red Ice vape, just enough for him to vibe enough to put up with whatever bullshit he was going to put up with today. Enough that the intrusive thoughts were there, but not enough for them to take over. Leo HATED the way he acted when he had taken too much, but it felt so god damn good!

He dragged his sorry ass to the coffee shop and lay his bag down in the break room. His boss peered over his shoulder, "You better not fuck up today, Manfred."

"Yeah, whatever." Leo replied with a shrug.

Leo asked his coworker, Sheryl to man the till today so he could avoid talking to as many customers as possible and she complied without hesitation. Sheryl was the only person who was tolerable to work with at this shit hole of an establishment. Other than her, he hated EVERYONE, even Jerry. Especially Jerry. Fucking androids. They'd never have to deal with feeling like a miserable, worthless piece of shit like him.

One hour left in his shift, and Leo had successfully managed to keep himself from getting fired so far. Sheryl pulled off the "customer service" act so well, despite the usual barrage of annoying idiot customers. He always looked forward to the end of the day where she'd go back to her normal self and talked so informal saying fuck and shit in almost every sentence with a tone that would be considered a "bad attitude" from the boss. But in reality, she was super cool. Something felt good about being the only one at work to see that side of her.

A man who ordered a few minutes ago, came back raging. "I TOLD you I wanted a fresh cup and this tastes like the stalest oldest shit you could give me!" The man screamed as he threw the coffee at Sheryl, scalding her.

What Leo saw next was neither customer service Sheryl or badass Sheryl...it was broken Sheryl. She froze, broke into a sob, and ran out of the shop wailing and crying. For once Leo's intrusive thoughts were in sync with his regular line of thinking.

[He needs to get his ass kicked]

Leo hopped over the counter, clutched him into a chokehold, and threw him onto the floor. He should have stopped there, but the violence felt so good. [It's justified] He thought to himself. [Sheryl didn't deserve that] He pinned the man down and laid down punch after punch as the man and any customers that were around to witness screamed in horror.

Suddenly he was stopped and pulled up by that fucking android, Jerry. Leo's temperament wasn't settled. "Fucking piece of plastic! Let go of me!" Leo shouted before shifting to hook his fist directly into Jerry's right cheek.

The impact scraped the part of synthskin where it landed, and the android seemed to emulate fear. "My name is Jerry!" The android shouted before frantically running out the door. That display was so convincing that Leo almost felt bad about punching the thing. However, he knew better than to fall for the emulation of human emotions. Self-preservation was probably something built into their program - or perhaps Leo caused it to malfunction from hitting it too hard.

The boss came out finally. He'd probably been in his office blasting shitty music and playing Level 28,453 of Candy Crush or something. "What the hell is going on here? Where's Sheryl and Jerry?" He hollered.

"Your employee jumped over the counter and attacked me like a wild animal!" The beat up asshole shouted.

"He started it! He threw hot coffee onto Sheryl and she ran out crying!" Leo protested.

"Which I wouldn't have done if you had given me fresh coffee like I asked!" The man retorted.

"FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Leo screamed before throwing the man a sucker punch in the stomach, and he fell to the ground.

The man, speechless, shook his head and limped towards the door once he regained his composure.

"Please don't press charges." The boss pleaded to the customer.

"I won't, but I want to see you fire him." The man told him.

"With pleasure." The boss complied before he turned to Leo to shout "YOU'RE FIRED!"

Leo went home and upon approaching the door to is apartment, he'd spotted an eviction notice. "Fuck my life!" Leo shouted out loud as he entered through the door. He plopped onto his bed and screamed into his pillow. "AAAAAH!"

He plugged his airpods into his ears, and blasted the song Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day, closing his eyes for a moment and taking a exaggerated breath during the initial guitar riff. He started singing along to the lyrics. "I walk a lonely road. The only one that I have ever known. Don't know where it goes, but it's home to me, and I walk alone." He proceeded to load the red ice into his pipe, lit it up and took a deep inhale, laying back into his bed as he watched the red smoke release into the air. He sank into his bed as he felt his stress start to dissipate, though a lingering was left behind. Leo needed more ice; he was almost out. Not to mention he would wind up homeless soon if he could not get any money.

Leo continued to sing while laying down, attempting to relax. He nodded his head slightly while belting "My shadow's the only one that walks beside me. My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating. Sometimes, I wish someone out there will find me." He took another inhale from his vape, savoring it before releasing the breath. He closed his eyes and hummed along with the "Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah. Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah" while simultaneously feeling the music, imagining himself walking down a deserted outskirt in slow motion.

Leo tried to let his mind wander, but it kept coming back to reflect on his shitty predicament. He would need to ask his dad for more cash. If the requirement to ask his disapproving father for money was not bad enough, having to see Carl treat that plastic toy like his actual son was so much worse.

"Read between the lines. What's fucked up, and everything's alright. Check my vital signs. To know I'm still alive, and I walk alone." Maybe if he punched Markus, it would run off like Jerry did. However, Jerry had been in a public place at the time; what if Markus reacted more violently? It could be incredibly dangerous to pick a fight with an android where nobody could hear you scream.

And there was something different about Markus; it was so good at acting human. Leo would not doubt it if Kamski built it with some protocol to beat the shit out of anyone who provoked it. Leo closed his eyes once again and let his mind continue to drift until he passed out.

[THE END]

If you enjoyed reading this story and you firmly believe that Leo Manfred deserves redemption, feel free to give a Kudos/Comment on AO3 to give him some love!

#Leo manfred #Dbh fanfic #KOL: FANFIC #one shot #fanfic #dbh #detroit: become human #dbh leo #ao3 #writing #jerry em400 #jerry dbh #leo is hurt and confused #leo manfred needs a hug #Leo manfred deserves redemption #Jerry didn't deserve that #working in retail #type: text

[requiem626k]

Connor’s calmness before the storm.

- Chapter 9, The Interrogation

#28 STAB WOUNDS #connor rk800 #dbh connor #dbh #detroit become human #this chapter is one of my faves 💙 #and these are my favourite shots from it

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

Anyway I think the twist being the main character was what they despised all along fucks actually

#random thoughts #specifically in sci fi #what does 'robots don't deserve rights because they aren't human' become when you discover you yourself are a robot #not specifically this trope but i was thinking about the 'the little girl was a robot this whole time' twist in dbh and how it sucked #which is mainly because the whole relationship between the girl and her robot guardian was so heartfelt #was BECAUSE the girl was human and the robot was a robot #a child choosing her wires and bolts nanny over her flesh and blood dad because only one of them was family to her #also the twist tries to justify her dad's abuse of her like 'well obviously she's not REALLY his kid' #'you have to think about what he's going through' yeah shut up #also the twist doesn't really work when robots are already basically identical to humans #you could take any character in that game and go 'they were secretly a robot' and yeah sure ig #there's nothing DISPROVING it #now fallout 4. is also bad but let me think about the fallout 4 in my brain 4 a sec #i love the idea of a synth main character who doesn't know she's a synth #especially if she's bffs with valentine like. the contrast #between flesh and blood and nuts and bolts #also the idea of ss being nick's main advocate for his personhood BEFORE realizing she's also a synth #nick 🤝 nora: is this trauma mine or does it belong to me version 1.0 #nora replaying that memory of when her husband got shot like 'was that when i was me or did that memory belong to the original nora' #'or was it even a memory at all??? was it planted by the institute???' #and like there is no way of confirming you're a synth except post mortem #so she just has to like connect all the dots herself with no actual physical confirmation of what she believes is true #the institute was destroyed. any paperwork documenting who she actually is is lost to time immemorial. #and shaun isn't above making synths of. i almost said dead people #god shaun is really dead isn't he. that little boy is a ghost. #anyway back to the original topic #best twist is when there's a visible distinction between humans and robots AND it's known in the narrative #that more sophisticated forms of bots are being tested but not yet produced on a global scale #also if the main character either lacks empathy for robots or whose relationship with a robot character isn't built on the idea of #'look at us transcending social norms by being a human and a robot and being friends'

[areyoualive]

i know there's been a wave of parody dbh rp accounts and a couple now follow me but i should just say this is an rpc account and although i'm totally down for shorter less serious threads it is kinda different!

#* ooc. #i respect the hustle i found out ab rpc via pacrim parody twt like 10 years ago lmao #i am hoping this maybe influences some people to join the dbh rpc sob sob #shout out to the connor that posted happy pride to the girls i almost shot bc. still laugh at that one

[the-and-sign-anon]

Okay so I have a fic idea that will be shelved until I can write it

Human!Connor x RK800!Reader

Connor is Hank’s son and works at the DPD with him

Reader is trying very hard to endear themselves to both Andersons on the slight chance it will make the investigation move even the tiniest bit faster

Hank is simultaneously very upset about his son growing fond of an android and very happy that Connor is actually engaging with someone and seems better than grumpy

Connor is torn between letting his inner golden retriever personality show with reader and pushing it down to keep up his reputation as a reckless troublemaker who’s still very good at his job

#haven rambles #fic idea #android reader #dbh au #loosely inspired by a short fic I read on ao3 the other day #it’ll most likely be a series of one shots #no solid plot just the chaos in my brain #this has a lot of potential I think #I also plan on posting it both here and on ao3