#sub connor rk800

[all-gummed-up-inside]

Yandere!Connor who has hundreds upon hundreds of photos of you saved to his hard drive

Yandere!Connor who’s over the moon at the fact that you’ve been partnered up together for a case

Yandere!Connor who just absolutely needs to be touching you at all times, whether it’s a hand on your shoulder or wrapped around your waist as he ‘guides’ you from danger

Yandere!Connor who follows you around like a lost puppy at the station, cuddling up to you at any given moment but it’s fine. Sure you aren’t getting any work done when he’s around, but he looks so happy as he nuzzles his face against you <3

Yandere!Connor who absolutely adores you and everything you do, it’s why he has actual hours worth of videos of you doing random day to day things.

Yandere!Connor who gets off to you almost every night before entering rest mode, all those videos and photos he takes are really paying off.

Yandere!Connor who desperately fucks himself on his fingers wishing that they were yours instead. He’s almost in tears because he keeps edging himself, telling himself that this is what you would want him to do for being so gross, he’s supposed to protect you not think about getting his pump fucked by you <3

Yandere!Connor who steals underwear from you all the time when he thinks you aren’t looking, it’s a disgusting habit of his he just seemingly can’t get rid of. It’s not like you’re encouraging it or anything, definitely not…

Yandere!Connor whose just so happy that you love him almost as much as he loves you <3

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[h0rr0rwhor3]

it looks good on you

masterlist

pairing: connor x short!chubby!female!reader

summary: (keep in mind that this is a wip that i will finish upon request!) after the android revolution and the reuniting of connor and hank, it only became a matter of time before the two were attached by the hip; whether hank was sneaking connor into crime scenes or as connor tagged along with hank while he bar hopped. as connor dealt with his curiosity and self-discovery, his emotions only got more confusing once he met [y/n], well that is, once he laid eyes on her. you would think that he and hank now being regulars at the jazz bar and café she works at would make things easier for him, but it seems to only grow his anxiousness, and even, his frustration.

warnings: size kink, dom!connor, sub!reader, uniform kink(?), sexually frustrated connor

a/n: like i had posted previously, this is a wip that i have not been able to work on due to lacking the energy and creativity to finish it. so i will leave the decision to my fellow readers on whether or not y'all would like a part 2! so if you guys would like a part two please let me know 😁! i hope you enjoy and thank you for the support on my previous smut!

it took a few months for society to recover at least a little bit after the android revolution.

protests against androids had only increased since then, many saying that the android revolution was the “resurrection of the devil”. cyberlife on the other hand had no choice but to let the deviant cases go, as the number of androids becoming deviant had increased rapidly during and after the revolution. many refunds were made to those who had immediately wanted to return androids, yet cyberlife had even requested to just let them go out, as the junkyard would only become incapable of proper cleaning at that point. cyberlife even started supplying android repair shops with extra parts, thirium, and even the more explicit parts that were originally dedicated towards eden club androids. these explicit parts were of course upon request privately.

ever since the revolution, connor really had nowhere to really go, this goes for many other androids. they had no money, clothing, shelter; so the only place connor thought of going was hank’s, as he didn’t seem to feel himself fit with markus and the others. he does not regret doing so either, as it seemed to boost hank’s mood rapidly. since then they have been inseparable, whether hank educated him on some of the best jazz songs, snuck connor into some crime scenes, or even gone bar hopping. it was a true bond.

recently both males had taken a liking to this place that had doubled as a jazz café and bar. it was android friendly which had definitely eased up connor. the owner ran the shop himself with the help of his niece.

her name was [y/n][l/n]. she was 21 and had been attending a university nearby. at least that was what connor had picked up on her. she had recently been working with her uncle as he had decided that her age was now appropriate enough to be working around alcohol. the legal drinking age was 21 after all. she had been under a few inches more than a woman’s average height and appeared more curvy. her hair framed her face in a way that almost made her appear fragile. her uniform dress reached down to her lower thighs, her short sleeves and collar outlined with a white stripe. the bottom half of her dress was pleated as her apron was tied wonderfully around her waist, defining her curves even more.

connor never identified such features actively before. hell. he’s never even spent as much time taking in the features of someone at all. when he had worked on deviant cases or looked around his surroundings it was usually a quick scan of the face and that's it. something about this woman had brought such a trance upon connor. the way she had gently moved parts of her body was such an intoxicating view. connor had no idea how to deal with these feelings of anticipation. these feelings of sublime.

hank had seemed to notice connor’s slight frustration. he had even picked on connor a few times for his obvious stares, comparing him to a lost puppy. it was hard to not notice the way he had looked at the female, you could almost see the holes his eyes dug into her, and hank wanted to put a stop to it.

-

“connor… look bud. it’s really not that hard. you just gotta talk to her, that’s all; ask her how she's doing, her favorite music/food… anything like that connor. just spark up a goddamn conversation with her for fucks sake. maybe even do your work with those... new fucking parts you got or some shit.” hank had been lecturing connor for the past 30 minutes now, growing frustrated with connor’s questions as he soothed himself with hard alcohol.

“well lieutenant, if it is so easy to speak to a woman, then how come you still have not m-”.

“you better not be going where i think you’re going connor. we’re talking about you here! not me. got it!?” hank immediately grew defensive with the question, causing a small smirk to grow on connor’s face.

“got it.” connor laughed softly, excusing himself to the living room as he left hank’s grumpy rambling to the kitchen.

the android settled himself on the couch comfortably as he closed his eyes, focusing on his thoughts. for once he could not analyze what the best approach would be. he could barely put together one attempt at befriending the woman. it was almost as if he was experiencing nervousness. anxiety. 

no. he was nervous. he could feel his thirium pumping through his body in a way that he felt like his system would drown. it was such an foreign feeling to him, his sensors tingling at the thought of being near her.

how she would look up at him, how she would smile softly as she speaks, how she would feel when she brushes against him, how she would feel in his hands.

he could almost feel his system overheat at the thought of the sensitive sensors in his fingers brushing over the fabric of her apron, of her dress, of her skin. the way goosebumps would grow on her skin with the cold sensation of his fingers. 

would her breath hitch?

would her body tremble at the ticklish feeling?

would she let out a soft sigh once the cold left her skin?

the thought of such vulnerable reactions aroused unknown feelings in connor. even though he didn’t need to breathe he felt his chest rising and falling shakily, the weight heavy on his throat. he could feel a tightening tension grow in his pants, startled by his body’s reaction. 

connor was aware of the effect arousal had on humans, but has yet to experience such a thing with his own after the installation of his new parts. the feeling of restraint caused him to grow frustrated. he glanced into the kitchen, seeing as hank had passed out on the table after a few drinks; it would have been unfortunate for hank to see him in such a state. 

getting up, connor made his way to the bathroom, gently shutting the door as he made his way to the lock, twisting the small knob. he thought of the best approach to handle his tension, shaking his head out of what would seem to be embarrassment. 

reaching his palm to his hardening length, he gently palmed his arousal, hips bucking into his hand. his head was thrown back as he closed his eyes, guttural, soft moans leaving his mouth.

just how would she act?

would she be obedient?

would the softness in her eyes drown with arousal as she was touched?

he unbuttoned his pants.

would she be embarrassed?

muffling her sounds with the back of her palm as she was filled with him. 

fuck.

would she grow a flustered expression at the thought of being with an android?

his pants and boxer briefs were pushed down mid thigh, his hand stroking his length sloppily. the sensors in his leaking cock driving him insane.

how would she sound?

how would she whimper as she's being gripped, as bruises form on her hips?

he could feel himself throb at the thought of easily manhandling her. gripping her plush hips, her thighs. the way her angelic expression would form such lewd expressions. his system stuttered as he neared his release, getting caught up in his own “imagination”.

he could only imagine how she would look wrapped in his coat.

her uniform hiked up her thighs as he towered over her.

the scent of their arousal mixed together.

the way she'd say his name.

fuck.

connor's hips stuttered as white stripes littered his hand, the lube-like substance staining his hand. his thirium pump shakily slowed down as he cleaned himself, washing off his hands. 

he glanced at himself in the mirror, taking in his expression, and gave his head a soft shake.

he really needed to settle himself, and figure out a solution, because this. this is not a solution.

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[vampcubus]

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟔 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐊𝟖𝟎𝟎 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw . sub!connor . dom!afab!reader . collars . leashes . kink discussion . praise kink . puppy play/pet play . implied pegging . facesitting(?) . oral sex . deviant connor . android/human relationship .

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 : 1.6k+

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 : 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

You discovered Connor liked being told what to do pretty early on in your relationship, his particular model has a built-in rewards system for completing tasks. Not only did he like you bossing him around, but he liked to be acknowledged for his work. To be told how good he was for you, how he was making you feel.

That’s all fine and good, lots of people had praise kinks, and you loved to praise so it all worked out. And then it began to progress into something more, especially when you adopted the pet name “puppy.” 

You saw a sparkle in his eyes the first time you used it playfully, both intrigued and pleased.

You couldn’t say you were shocked to find out that Connor liked to be a pet, it was just too fitting. You supposed it was a bit freeing, not having to be a lead detective, but instead a subservient lap dog.

You were more than happy to indulge in this newfound kink, hardly able to sit still as he expressed his desire to be your pet. He seemed pleasantly surprised at your positive reaction, clueing you in that he may have felt ashamed of that desire, which honestly made him seem so human.

Some online collar shopping together felt like the correct next step. You wanted to get his collar custom-made, after all for many doms and submissives it was a testament to your devotion to one another. You wanted to make sure it was exactly what he wanted — not that he was particularly knowledgeable about it. You just let him scroll on your laptop until he found some examples that caught his eye, and you placed an order with a trusted shop. You’d gotten collars from them from previous relationships and the quality is pretty nice, however, Connor seems especially curious about some of the reference photos with leads attached.

“Would you like me to leash you as well, puppy?” You asked, laying on your stomach, shoulder to shoulder with the android in question as you clacked away at your keyboard. His head tilts your way at the pet name, his brown eyes going half-lidded. 

“Please.”

“Best we get a matching leash from them too then, any preferences? Chain? All leather?” You questioned, trying to remember the leads you’ve used in the past. Pet play wasn’t an uncommon kink in your history of partners but it has been a long time. 

“What do you like?” He asked that a lot, and you couldn’t blame him. He was still experiencing the world for the first time so to speak, so it was only natural for him to turn to you for guidance on things he didn’t have a basis for comparison for. You adored that he lived to please you, but this purchase was mainly for him. He'd be the one wearing it after all.

You discussed whether the collar would be just for the bedroom or full-time use and he expressed he’d like to wear it as often as possible.

“I’m not just yours when we have sex.” he always had a way of saying the most endearing things with such clarity. It sends your heart into those stupid palpitations every single time. “I want it as a reminder.”

“You’re always mine, collar or no, but I understand you want something to have with you when I can’t be there.” You press a kiss to his nape, counting the freckles from his shoulder down his back with your eyes before your lips follow suit. “My pretty puppy.”

“Mmm.” His brown lashes flutter, chin touching his chest.

“You like that name a lot don’t you?” 

“Very much. I know it must be strange to hear.” 

“Heh, hardly. It’s quite in character for you actually,” You chuckled against his shoulder blade, kissing down his back as he all but melted into the sheets, a pillow propped underneath his hips. The optimal position for taking your strap, but you weren’t quite there yet. The harness sits on the nightstand. You plan to make sure he’s gotten his full treatment before you go sticking things in— as much as you’re sure he wouldn’t complain.

A smile tugs at your lips at the memory, but you remember that he’s still awaiting your reply.

“I won’t be the one wearing it, but the chain sounds nice when it jingles.” It’s an odd fascination in retrospect, but you always found it cute when partners wore bells or jingly things while you fucked them into oblivion.

“Chain then.”

“Chain it is. Have you decided on a color yet?” You query as you scroll through the dropdown menu for the dyes they offer for the leather.

“Depends on what color you’d think look best around my neck,” he whispers into your ear and your face erupts into flames, not expecting his lips to be right next to your ear.

In the end you decide on a dark blue leather with the cutest sapphire studs and a circular ring to easily attach a leash to. As you expected Connor isn’t necessarily picky with sparkles and dangles, he cares much more about the meaning behind it. He still gets a little teary-eyed when it finally ships and he can’t help but wiggle in place as you put it on him for the very first time. It fits perfectly, not too loose, not too tight. His face is full of blue blood by the time you get it fastened and step away.

“Looks so good on you, knew the blue was a good choice. C’mere,” you purred, not able to resist pulling him in for a kiss by the collar and he moans into your mouth.

You could say you were prepared for what that night might hold, but truly you had no idea what you were walking into. You’d never seen Connor so undone, he’s on his knees nudging your legs apart before you can process what’s happening. You have to pull him back by the hair to correct him, and you can hardly even be stern with him when you see the dazed expression he’s wearing. His deep brown eyes are big and you can just barely make out the sliver of his iris being eclipsed by his pupils. Cyberlife didn’t cut corners with his model, down to the specks of amber and the slightest dilation of his pupils as they take in your pleased expression. Always analyzing, always observing.

“I think you need that leash already, tsk. I just got you that new toy and you thank me by trying to get a taste without asking? Maybe I’m too easy on you,” you sighed, feigning disappointment that has him snapping back to reality, head dropping into your lap. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what I—“

“Puppies don’t talk do they?” You interrupt, eyes glimmering as he tilts his head back up to meet your gaze, mouth agape.

You hoped you weren’t taking this too far, sure you’d discussed the kink and he seemed to like being treated like a puppy, but this was further than the occasional nickname. You can’t help but wish you had ordered one of those cute tail plugs and a matching set of floppy ears for him to wear alongside his collar, the stones reflecting the dimmed lights overhead as you search his eyes.

He shakes his head no. No, they don’t talk. His tongue and obedience would spell out his apology.

The leash clicks into place on the collar, cold in your hand as you lean back and tug him along with you by the chain, his face chasing yours. His plush lips press against yours desperately, tongue licking into your mouth, his swollen cock rutting into your thigh. You wrap the chain around your fist several times to reel him in close, keeping his head still as you press wet kisses over his face and down his neck. Connor’s on his back before his processors can assess what’s happening, lagging behind as your lips and teeth on his synthetic skin scramble his code and overwhelm his thoughts. 

It’s easy to mount his hips, giving him just enough slack for you to lean back and roll your hips onto his, trapping his flushed blue cock between your heat and his stomach. He bucks helplessly, groaning deep in his chest as his head falls back onto the bed, exposing his freckled throat.

He whimpers when instead of letting him slip inside you, you turn around to face his length as you lower yourself over his face. Connor immediately gets to work, lurching forward enthusiastically to lathe over your sex and lap at your slick. Connor was obsessed with oral, often spending hours and hours content to lap and suck at you until you’re so overstimulated you have to pry him from you. You can’t help but shiver and pant as he full-on moans against your pussy at the taste of you, the sensors on his tongue overwhelmed with data as you grind yourself back on his face. 

He cutely humps the air as he does so, and you huskily chuckle at the attempt to find friction.

“Do a good job and I might let you cum,” you offered, tongue tracing his blue head before your mouth swallowed him whole. His thighs shake with the effort to not press his hips upwards and his tongue stutters within you, even his fingers twitch and the influx of stimuli. Your cunt on his tongue, the collar around his neck, your throat around his cock, it’s too much! 

Connor isn’t built for this sort of thing, so his system is easily overwhelmed by sex. But you’ve seen him push past such blockages before in order to please you. Let’s see how far you can push him before he starts barking for you.

“You’re such a good boy, hah… always so hungry for me.” And with your slurred praise, Connor finds the strength to double his efforts, eyes half-mast as he slurps and laps at you like the obedient puppy he is.

#‧₊🦇˚⊹ ashi writes #kinktober 2021 #kinktober #n/sfw #connor dbh x reader #dbh connor x reader #connor rk800 x reader #rk800 x reader #dbh x reader #female reader #fem!reader #sub connor

[cyberbullyingandroids]

Trojan by cyberbullyingandroids [DBH Dom Event]

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: F/M Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Relationship: Connor (Detroit: Become Human)/Reader Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Tina Chen (Detroit: Become Human), Mentioned Jeffrey Fowler, Mentioned Hank Anderson Additional Tags: Sex Pollen, Sex Virus, Light Dom/sub, There is a little bit of set up for the Sex Virus context, Begging, whimpering, Hair-pulling, Power Dynamics, Desperation, Praise Kink, Choking, Connor is a Mess (Detroit: Become Human), Power Bottom Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Multiple Orgasms, because Connor is sensitive due to the virus, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Language: English

Get a taste with the first paragraphs below.

You sipped your coffee in the break room next to Tina Chen, who quietly texted on her phone. The Styrofoam cup of coffee warmed your palms as you listened to the news. You hadn't turned to face the TV mounted on the wall, but you knew it would be an important V-106 update once you heard reporter Michael Brinkley's voice.

"Several sources report that V-106, the Trojan-style Android virus, has spread over 60% of Detroit's deviant population. Although police are investigating the root cause of the virus, progress has been made in identifying temporary fixes that allow androids momentary relief from the virus..."

"Yeah," Tina scoffed. "Like fucking an android."

"Shh," you smirked.

"... by giving the deviants what they go into meltdown for. We've contacted CyberLife technicians for other potential solutions, but they have nothing to comment at this time."

Link to fic here. (2907 words.)

This piece is part of the DBH Dominatrix Event.

#DBH Dom Event #ao3 #dbh fan fiction #dbh fics #connor rk800 #sub connor #dom fem reader #connor x reader

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*Masterlist*

Collection of TBF and Completed DBH works. All works are Fem!/Reader unless stated otherwise. Links are to AO3. Any requests can be submitted here or AO3.

Main focus as of now is BMB. BUT there are many more works in the making! Thank you for all your support!! ♥️

Connor (RK800)/ Reader

Diagnose Me, Doctor - 40/40

Tags: Reader is a doctor, medical terminology, angst, slow-burn, smut (Chp. 25+), character death, emotionally heavy, Connor is soft but also not ;), no seriously I cried writing some of it

Use Your Words - 1/2

Tags: bookshop au, shameless smut, meta stories, masturbation, post-android revolution, fic promos, it’s just buildup and filth guys, more tags to be added

Connor (RK800)/ Reader x Cyberlife Tower (RK800-60) | Sixty/ Reader

Be My Buddy - 5/?

Tags: Fluff&Angst, long-distance fic, reader from abroad, texting, calling, anonymous, eventual relationship, eventual meeting, will earn other tags as things progress

Connor (RK800)/Connor-52 (RK800-52)/Reader

And Then There Were Two - 3/3

Tags: polygamy, minor death, smut (Chp. 3), threesome F-M-M, insecurities, multiple pov, 52 is Colin, one-shot in three chapters

Nines (RK900)/Reader

This Is Not A Date - 1/1

Tags: one-shot, friends to lovers, dating but other people, nines being the curious and innocent boi he is, smut, rough sex, but kinda soft too idk

Cyberlife Tower (RK800-60) | Sixty/ Reader

Cupcake - 1/1

Tags: GN!Reader, fluff&angst, character growth, sixty needs help, self-worth issues, life lessons, smut (enough to tag), sub!sixty

Remember To Love - 1/1

Tags: valentines day fic, fluff and angst, mainly angst, memory issues, just a lot of feelings, smut, oral sex, p in v sex, ive avoided spoilers in tags so read to find out

Spoils Of War - 3/? ON HIATUS

Tags: android revolution, human slavery, sixty takes charge, reader is in prison, dystopia, smut (Chp. 3+), prison violence

#dbh fanfic #connor x reader #connor rk800 #masterlist #ao3 links #I love you all omg you have no idea

[chaos-thirium]

16, 43, 44, 115, and/ or 136 would be so good with sub!Connor!! Or any of the boys or just any fic with them being sub hahah. Thank you!

So I've done this as Sixty, because I was planning to write something with him as a sub anyway. I hope that's okay!

16 “If you want to come you better beg” 43 “I told you to stay still" 44 “I promise I’ll be good” 115 “Why so shy?” 136 “Don’t cover your face, I want to see you”

Basically any excuse to write bratty Sixty. (Yes, I know that gif is Connor. Shhhh.)

Sixty x AFAB reader. Rated M.

When Sixty had come to work at the DPD, you and your colleagues had assumed that he’d be like Connor. You were wrong. It took less than half a day for you all to realise that.

Instead of another polite, friendly, professional and efficient RK800, you instead got a prideful, acerbic workaholic who seemed to be doing his best to embody the word ‘bratty’. Sixty had no interest in socialising, or even trying fit in with the team. Even Connor was at a loss, every attempt to reach out a hand of friendship rejected. Whatever similarities he and Sixty had, the differences were greater.

“Shit, and I thought Connor was a pain in the ass,” Gavin Reed remarked to you as you stood side by side in the observation room.

Sixty was interrogating a suspect, and while he was getting answers, he was on the verge of making the poor guy piss his pants. You didn’t mind when he came down hard on murderers or rapists, but this guy had only committed fraud. He was a bad person, sure, but he probably didn’t deserve to be frightened half to death in a police station.

You glanced at Gavin with amusement. His annoyance was the only good thing about Sixty’s attitude, since it was extremely entertaining. To you, at least. This time, however, there was something more in his demeanour. He really was pissed, and close to the end of his rope where the android was concerned. If they both weren’t careful, they were going to come to blows, and you knew that would only end poorly for Gavin.

Sixty had been at the DPD for two months now, and you had spent much of that time trying to avoid him, while simultaneously trying to figure out what his deal was. All your time observing had given you an inkling of what was bothering him. In fact, you were almost certain you knew. You were almost certain you had a solution for it too, you just hadn’t wanted to use it, because…well, you weren’t 100% certain it would work, and if it backfired it would backfire spectacularly.

But if Gavin was in a sour mood, you were in a worse one. That wasn’t exactly Sixty’s fault, at least not directly. He was definitely the one who’d pissed you off the most, but that was normal for him. It was on you that your tolerance for it was lower than usual. You’d had a failed hook-up earlier in the evening, and you’d been in a bad mood ever since. Making decisions based on frustration was a bad idea, but you did it anyway, and you had the strangest feeling you were on the verge of doing it again, because one of the most annoying things about Sixty – beyond his shitty attitude – was the fact that he was smoking hot. For someone that attractive to be a pain to be around was a total waste, in your opinion, and it made you irrationally angry on top of everything else.

“I’m going home,” Gavin announced, as if he sensed what you were up to. You sincerely hoped he didn’t.

You nodded, watching Tina take the cowed suspect away. Sixty remained behind, his clenched fists resting on the table top, scowl in place.

Yeah, you needed to do something about that, before his bratty behaviour disturbed things even more, or he actually killed a suspect and you had a pile of paperwork to deal with.  

You got to your feet, following Gavin out of the room. He turned left to get his stuff and leave, you turned right, into the interrogation room.

“Can I help you?” Sixty said sarcastically.

“Maybe. We need to talk.”

“No, we don’t.”

You walked around into his line of vision and perched yourself on the table in front of where he was sitting.

“If you’re here to seduce me, you’re wasting your time,” he scoffed.

You shrugged. Reaching forward, you grabbed his tie, pulling it taut. You didn’t manage to move him, but his eyes narrowed.

“What the fuck are you–”

“Shut up.”

He did, but you suspected it was partly out of surprise.

“You’re a brat,” you told him bluntly. “You’re an asshole to pretty much everyone, you’re not a team player, and you’re reckless beyond belief. For a long time I wondered if you were just rebelling because Connor is such a nice guy, but I have a different theory now.”

“Oh yeah?” he said, tone mocking.

“Yeah. I think you miss being told what to do.”

His face contorted in a sneer. “No.”

“Yes,” you countered calmly. “I think you struggle to make your own decisions because it’s easier or comforting to have them made for you. You’re constantly in a bad mood because of it, making life hell for the rest of us.”

“Interesting the way your little ape mind works,” he said dismissively. Yet, you picked up on something behind his tone, something a little…panicked.

“So here’s what’s going to happen,” you went on, ignoring him. “You’re going to follow my orders until you don’t need to anymore, and I’m going to make sure you’re not such a douchebag.”

He scoffed again. “No way.”

“Yes. You’ll do it, because you won’t be able to help yourself.”

“This is bullshit,” he said, getting to his feet, his tie slipping out of your hand.

“RK800!” you barked, standing too.

Sixty stopped, posture tense, then turned to face you. His expression was livid, clearly hating the fact that you’d practically proven your point already.

“Come over here.”

He wrestled with himself, but eventually did as you said, stopping uncomfortably close so he towered over you.

“What?” he asked in a low growl.

You almost lost your nerve in the face of it, but held strong. “Follow me.”

You walked around him, heading out into the corridor. You didn’t look behind you, but you didn’t hear the hiss of the door sliding shut, indicating that his presence was blocking its sensors. As you made your way to the stairs to the basement level, you heard the quiet tread of his shoes on the tiled floor. You allowed yourself a little triumphant smile, but you didn’t want to celebrate too early.

You led him down past the archives, into the small locker room for the gym that was on hand for officers to use. It was always empty at this time of night. You’d worked several night shifts, so you knew that from experience, but you still gave it a thorough sweep of your eyes as soon as you were inside.

When you turned, Sixty was staring at you, his expression a disconcerting mixture of annoyed and intrigued.

“What do you want?” he barked.

“You know what I want. I want you to stop being such an insufferable asshole,” you said without hesitation.

“This is just the way I am,” he argued. “You should be celebrating my individuality.”

“Just admit that you miss taking orders.”

He shook his head, and the slight imperfection on his forehead caught the light, throwing it into shallow relief.

“You fucking do,” you huffed, your irritation rising, “or you wouldn’t have followed me down here.”

“I was just curious about your intentions.”

You snorted, but decided to satisfy his curiosity.

“Lie down on the bench.”

He stared at you incredulously. A heavy silence fell between you.

“Why the fuck would I–”

“Just do it,” you snapped.

As if compelled, he moved to obey, although his glare nearly cut you in half. He lay back on the wooden bench between the lockers, and you tried to hide your surprised expression. Part of you couldn’t believe that he was actually doing what you told him. A larger part of you was thrilled, and the feeling quickly went to your head. Sixty was one of the most advanced androids ever built, capable of outthinking you, outmanoeuvring you at every turn, and he was yielding to your words.

“Stay still,” you said, moving around behind his head, where he couldn’t see you.

You already knew you were going to push the boundaries of what was ethical. Heart pounding, you shed your bottom layers of clothing, feeling how wet you already were. You needed him so badly. You’d thought you just needed someone – anyone – but now you knew that wasn’t true. Subconsciously, you’d been thinking about him for a long time.

“Open your mouth,” you ordered. You were practically trembling, knowing that he could destroy your career with a single email to HR. He could cry sexual harassment, and that would be the end of you.

But he complied.

You swung your leg over the bench, straddling his shoulders. His eyes glinted dangerously, but he didn’t move. There was nothing stopping him from stopping you, but he didn’t. You didn’t ponder the reasons why. Instead, you lowered your core to his face, and gave him another order.

“Lick.”

You bit back a moan as he obeyed, and fisted your hand in his hair. Your concerns vanished in an instant, and you rolled your hips, grinding against his tongue. You’d chosen this because he’d get nothing out of it. You wanted to teach him a lesson about mouthing off and generally being a brat, and using him seemed like a good starting point.

“That’s a much better use for that smart mouth,” you said.

He glared up at you, but kept going. His tongue felt incredible, oddly textured compared to a human’s, but satisfying in the way it dragged against your clit. You were so turned on by the sense of power you were feeling, not to mention the build-up of frustration you’d been experiencing, you knew this wouldn’t take long. You didn’t mind that. The longer it took, the more chance there was of Sixty throwing you off him and walking out.

You slipped a hand under his neck, grinding harder against him as you chased your high, while his dark eyes remained fixed on you.

“Every time you act like a bratty asshole,” you panted, “I’m going to use you like the machine you still wish you were. And if you don’t like it, then maybe you’ll act like an actual person and consider other people’s feelings for once.”

He didn’t respond, but his stare was unwavering. It was almost unnerving, but you didn’t let it put you off. Instead, you kept moving, feeling the delicious pressure coil inside you. His hand crept onto the curve of your ass, and you almost wanted to keep it there, but you had a point to make.

“I told you to stay still."

His eyes narrowed, but his hand dropped back by his side.

“Ahh fuck!” you gasped as you came, still riding Sixty’s face as you let the pleasure wash over you. 

You got off him on wobbly legs and told him he could stand, taking his place on the bench while you got your breath back. Sixty stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He was suspiciously quiet, despite his underlying air of anger. You’d known he was going to be mad at you, but you’d also known he’d obey anyway. You wondered just how far you could push him.

“Clean me up,” you ordered.

You hadn’t planned on it, but maybe the sense of power was already going to your head. 

He glared at you, but dropped to his knees anyway. He lowered his head to you, licking up any excessive slick. It felt so good on your over-sensitised flesh that you moaned, your eyes falling closed. Shit, could you go again? Maybe.

“Use your fingers,” you said, hearing the breathless quality to your voice.

You bit your lip as he slid two fingers inside you, pumping at a punishing speed that made you gasp.

Fine. You hadn’t specified, and he was pissed at you. And it felt really good.

“S…suck my clit,” you panted.

His lips closed over you, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth. He wasn’t gentle, and you felt the scrape of his teeth.

You keened, your body jolting as you came a second time. Or perhaps it was just the first one prolonged. Either way, it left you boneless.

“Holy fuck.”

He kept going, pushing you onto the verge of pain until you ordered him to stop. While you came down and got your breath back, he simply sat, staring at you in a way that was borderline creepy. You didn’t miss the bulge in his jeans, which was interesting.

“You can go,” you said. You’d give him room to think on what you’d said.

He hesitated before rising, and you clocked the small act of rebellion. Then he turned and left without a word. There was no sign of him when you got back to the bullpen, and you gathered your things and left for the night, riding a high that had you hiding a grin the whole way to your car.

This was going to be very interesting.

~ * ~

Despite his compliance, you’d half expected Sixty to have filed a complaint about you when you next went into work, but he hadn’t. He avoided you, which suited you fine, and kept sending you looks that weren’t quite glares but weren’t far off. He was clearly still mad. That was okay. You kind of expected him to be, perhaps for the entire time your arrangement lasted.

He was pissy as usual, but you weren’t discouraged. You weren’t expecting instant results. You just needed to bring him in line, fulfil that need for orders that he seemed to still have, so that he could calm the fuck down at work. There was a reason why the only person he hadn’t been a little bitch to was Captain Fowler. At first you’d assumed he was just brown-nosing, but then it occurred to you that he naturally yielded to authority figures.

In a team meeting, he received glares for bouncing a ball of elastic bands on the conference table while Hank was speaking. It wasn’t loud, but loud enough to disturb those who were close enough. You muttered under your breath for him to stop, and he did. You inwardly celebrated as people nearby shot you both surprised looks.

Buoyed by your success, you sent him a message after the meeting instructing him to come to your house after work if he agreed to do whatever you said. You were in two minds about whether he would turn up, but you hoped he would. You didn’t intend to just use him for sex, but you knew you’d have to work hard to stop yourself. He was just so fucking attractive, and exactly your type.

You’d told him to be there at 8pm, and you tried not to be too disappointed when he wasn’t. Despite what he’d tolerated in the locker room, maybe you’d pushed too far. Then, at 8:03, your doorbell rang. You smiled, registering yet another small act of defiance. Sixty was too precise to be late in the way a human would be, so it could only be strategic.

“You’re late,” you made sure to point out as you swung the door open.

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

“I told you to be here at 8.”

You watched the contortion of micro-expressions on his face before his eyes settled on yours. They were as dark and dangerous as they’d been before, but…calmer, somehow.

“Tell me how to make it up to you,” he said quietly. Then, with an annoyingly-charming air of cheekiness: “I promise I’ll be good.”

You hid your grin. You had him.

~ * ~

For the first few weeks, you figured out your balance. You punished him for his obnoxious behaviour, but you also just gave him orders, simple orders that didn’t demand too much from him. Sixty was more than capable of making his own decisions, but from what you gathered, the whole experience was a bit overwhelming, and he got hung up on the simpler things and slipped into frustration and sourness. By letting you take over the easier ones for him, he could dedicate more attention to the bigger, more important choices, such as those involving his cases at work.

The results were slow. He had his pride, after all, and he didn’t like to let others know you’d tamed him. But as the weeks ticked by, he grew calmer. Not pleasant, by any means, but reasonable. Easier to work with. The two of you were discreet, so most of your co-workers had no idea that you were behind the change, but you suspected Connor did. He pointedly never spoke to you about it, so you had no idea what he thought, but he seemed pleasantly surprised.

When it had become clear that the arrangement between you and Sixty would continue, you’d made it equally clear that his consent mattered. Considering the reasons for you starting the whole thing, you needed to make sure you weren’t crossing a line. What had happened in the locker room was pushing it. The only thing stopping you from feeling bad about it was the knowledge that he could have walked away at any time. Nothing was forcing him to obey you. In a rare moment of seriousness, he’d reassured you of that.

The heady feeling of having him in your power had yet to wear off. You’d only ordered him to perform sex acts a handful of times, and you’d climaxed hard every time. When he was being particularly bratty, you limited it to things that would only bring you pleasure, adamant on teaching him to behave. It backfired slightly, however, since he seemed to really enjoy everything you did. Once, he’d even climaxed untouched in his pants, almost as if to spite you. It had been one of the hottest things you’d ever seen, but you’d had to punish him on principle.

It had almost happened again.

When the two of you finally had sex, Sixty took everything you gave him. The first time was intense, something that happened impulsively a few weeks into your arrangement. You saw how painfully hard he was, and you decided to take your relationship to the next level. It became apparent quite quickly that he was experienced, but he yielded to you. As with all the other times, his obedience grew easier and easier, and you realised that he was shaking off some residual embarrassment, the feeling that he should have been beyond finding comfort in orders by now. Gradually, he was seeing that he didn’t need to apologise for what he wanted, and you felt proud that you’d had a hand in that.

You rode him into oblivion that first time, the cries and moans from both of you growing louder as you moved faster and harder. You allowed him to make noise, finding it incredibly hot to hear just how much he wanted you.

As he drew closer to his end, Sixty threw an arm across his face, and you frowned, slowing your pace with tremendous effort, (and personal sacrifice).

“Why so shy?” you asked with a touch of sarcasm, your tone sharp despite your panting breaths.

He didn’t respond, and you smacked at his arm.

“Don’t cover your face, I want to see you.”

At your order, he slowly, reluctantly lowered his arm, and you saw…nothing amiss. You shot him a frown.

“Sixty,” you said in a warning tone.

“I’m fine. Please carry on.”

Since you were so close to climax you were practically trembling, you didn’t punish either of you further, picking up your rhythm.

“Keep your hands on my thighs,” you ordered him breathlessly.

He rested his warm palms on your skin, fingers digging in just enough to make you feel anchored, desired. Your eyes fell closed briefly as you chased your pleasure, only opening when Sixty gave a particularly guttural groan.

His lips had parted, LED flickering between red and yellow, and you saw flashes of bright white underneath his synthetic skin. They were only on his face, emanating from the healed bullet wound on his forehead. Clearly it hadn’t been completely fixed, glitching whenever he lost control, and that had been what he hadn’t wanted you to see. He was self-conscious.

His dark eyes were fixed on yours, a strange mixture of anxious and defiant. He feared your rejection, but if it came, he’d stand tall and be his usual bratty self. However compliant he’d become, he was still unapologetically Sixty.

You wanted to reassure him that he wasn’t broken, that he was still the most attractive and the most fuckable man you’d ever met, machine or organic. But despite the fact that you were pretty sure feelings were creeping in on both sides, you didn’t think either of you was the type to express them in flowery ways. So instead, you did the only thing you could: you gave him an order.

“If you want to come you better beg.”

He simply stared at you for a split second, skin rippling hypnotically across his forehead. Then he smirked.

“Please.”

He infused the word with so much attitude, you had to call him out on it, despite the fact that you kind of liked it.

“Better than that. Beg.”

“Please,” he repeated, more sincere now. “Please let me come, I need it so badly.”

You weren’t sure if he was laying it on a bit thick just to get what he wanted, but you didn’t care. It was hot.

“Fuck me,” you muttered, deciding that your aching leg muscles weren’t going to do either of you justice.

Sixty didn’t have to be told twice. He sat up, gripped you firmly around the waist and flipped you, driving back inside you so fast, you gasped in surprise.

“Use that android stamina,” you panted.

He set a fast, almost brutal pace, and you moaned in satisfaction as he hit all of your sweet spots. It didn’t take long before you were both crying out in pleasure, your release crashing over you in wave after exquisite wave. Sixty slumped against you, and you heard him laugh into the crook of your neck. It made you smile.

“Was that satisfactory?” he asked a little cheekily, raising himself up on his hands.

You reached up, brushing your fingers across his glitchy skin as it settled down, giving him your acceptance without words.

“It was. You did amazingly, Sixty.”

He preened at your praise, and you smiled again.

“Let’s get you into a hot bath,” you said, and he nodded.

There were many aspects of your relationship that you’d never share with others, but chief among them was the fact that Sixty became as soft and docile as housecat during aftercare. You cherished those moments, as they allowed the two of you to bond. Even when he was obeying your orders, he still maintained some of his bratty nature. Annoyingly, you’d started to like it.

At least he behaved himself at work now. Mostly.

#my fics #sixty x reader #Sixty

[sharkssharpteeth]

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡Muses ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

“I'm down pounding my head against the kitchen floor, apologizing for my life and ever entering yours”

- “Against the Kitchen Floor” by Will Wood

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Listed below are my current fandoms and muses within them. I’m not too picky when it comes to ships, though I tend to lean towards those that are under-explored when the fandom allows (ex: Hadir Karim/Alex Keller). If you want to shoot me a DM or ask regarding a plot ideas, go for it.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Current Fandoms:

Brokeback Mountain ♢ Call of Duty (Modern Warfare Reboot) ♢ Daniel Isn’t Real ♢ Detroit: Become Human ♢ Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves ♢ Fallout (New Vegas & 4) ♢ Far Cry (4 & 5) ♢ Hannibal (NBC) ♢ House Of Ashes ♢ Legend of Zelda ♢ Moon Knight ♢ Mortal Kombat (1) ♢ Night At The Museum ♢ Outlast (1 & Whistleblower) ♢ Pokémon ♢ The Quarry ♢ Resident Evil ♢ Scream (1) ♢ Uncharted (2 & 4) ♢ Until Dawn

Muse List:

Brokeback Mountain

Ennis Del Mar

Jack Twist

Call of Duty (Modern Warfare Reboot)

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Phillip Graves

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

Hadir Karim

Alex Keller

John “Soap” MacTavish

Vladimir Makarov

Andrei Nolan

Rodolfo Parra

John Price

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Alejandro Vargas

Daniel Isn’t Real

Daniel

Luke Nightingale

Detroit: Become Human

Colton (RK900)

Connor (RK800)

Elijah Kamski

Markus (RK200)

Gavin Reed

Simon (PL600)

Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

Simon Aumar

Edgin Darvis

Xenk Yendar

Fallout

New Vegas

Craig Boone

Caesar

Arcade Israel Gannon

Benny Gecko

Joshua Graham

Vulpes Inculta

The King

Pacer

Swank

4

Paladin Danse

Deacon

Porter Gage

Preston Garvey

Robert Joseph MacCready

Mason

Arthur Maxson

Sturges

X6-88

Far Cry

4

Ajay Ghale

Paul "De Pleur" Harmon

Regi

Yogi

5

Charlemagne "Sharky" Victor Boshaw IV

Jacob Seed

John Seed

Hannibal (NBC)

Frederick Chilton

Francis Dolarhyde

Will Graham

Hannibal Lecter

Mason Verger

Legend of Zelda

Kass

Link

Prince Sidon

Moon Knight

Steven Grant ♢ Mr. Knight

Jake Lockley

Marc Spector ♢ Moon Knight

Mortal Kombat 1

Baraka

Johnathan Carlton ♢ Johnny Cage

Bi-Han ♢ Sub-Zero

Liu Kang

Kung Lao

Kuai Liang ♢ Scorpion

Raiden

Reiko

Syzoth ♢ Reptile

Kenshi Takahashi

Shang Tsung

Tomas Vrbada ♢ Smoke

Night At The Museum

Ahkmenrah

Jedediah

Octavius

Outlast + Whistleblower

Jeremy Blaire

Eddie Gluskin

Waylon Park

Miles Upshur

Pokémon

Archer

Archie

Beni

Colress

Emmet

Faba

Ghetsis

Giovanni

Guzma

Ingo

Professor Kukui

Lysandre

Matt

Maxie

Milo

Molayne

Nanu

Peony

Petrel

Proton

Chairman Rose

Professor Sycamore

Tabitha

Resident Evil

Karl Heisenberg

Leon Kennedy

Carlos Oliveira

Chris Redfield

Ethan Winters

Scream (Original)

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Randy Meeks

Dwight “Dewey” Riley

Supermassive Games

The Devil in Me

Charles Lonnit

House of Ashes

Nick Kay

Eric King

Jason Kolchek

Salim Othman

Man of Medan

Conrad

Bradley Smith

The Quarry

Jacob Custos

Ryan Erzahler

Chris Hackett

Travis Hackett

Dylan Lenivy

Until Dawn

Christopher Hartley

Michael Munroe

Matthew Taylor

Joshua Washington

Uncharted

All Entries

Nathan Drake

Victor Sullivan

Among Thieves

Harry Flynn

A Thief’s End

Rafe Adler

#fandom #video games #movies #tv shows #fictional characters #drabble #fanfic #mun muses

[middleofnothing]

[click for HD]

They don't need to breathe, I know. So breathplay is useless, but I WANT some dom!Nines, okay? Don't worry, everything happened by mutual consent, no one was hurt in the process. Except the feelings of sub!Connor haters, of course.

Tribute to this post. THIS was the original idea, but I couldn't draw Nines' left hand well.

p.s. I need RK800 jacket. I tried to extract it from some obj-file in blender, but it don't fit to genesis8 correctly.

RK900 model by metoria on twitter.

#rk1700 #dbh connor #dbh nines #dbh #detroit become human #detroit: become human #daz 3d studio #daz3d

[all-gummed-up-inside]

Cockwarming with sub!Connor Rk800?

Connor loves cockwarming!!! Giving or receiving he doesn’t care, he sees it as a win-win because that means he could have your cock inside him while he gets work done. Or at least as much as he can before asking you to fuck him <3

Receiving

As stated he sees cockwarming as a huge win. He gets to have your cock in him AND he gets to work, absolutely no downside whatsoever…he’s fine with getting his work done for the most part! It’s just the second you start gently fucking into him and claiming to just be ‘adjusting’ is when he starts to lose his composure. It starts off small at first, small whines here and there, gripping the desk a little too hard, but then it turns into full blown moaning by the time you’ve stopped pretending to be adjusting and start fucking him in earnest. He looks so fucked out while begging for you to cum inside him, to completely ruin his insides. And now what kind of person would you be to ignore him when he’s asking so nicely?

Giving

Connor isn’t keen on giving as much as he loves to receive but he isn’t opposed to it at all! He finds it so hard to focus on anything that isn’t you though, as you slightly grind against him, he’s holding a near death grip on your waist to stop himself from moving too much and distracting you from your task. It’s much easier to make him crumble when he’s giving, the slightest movement makes him buck his hips in an attempt to bury himself deeper. he loves the feeling of his cock inside you <3 and after a bit he’ll definitely start begging to be allowed to fuck you properly. Once you finally let him, he’s moaning out ‘thank you’s and and pleads for permission to cum, he wants to fill you up so bad <3

#dom reader #dom fem reader #dom male reader #dom!reader #dbh x male reader #dbh x reader #dbh smut #connor rk800 x reader #detroit become human x reader #connor rk800 #dbh connor #connor detroit become human #sub connor rk800 #sub detroit become human #sub dbh #🦆.the pond #sub character

[ao3feed-rk1700]

You can be a predator only if you have fangs

by winter_seabass

Connor and Nines are enjoying the new life in their own home when the unexpected guest arrives and changes their plans

Words: 4577, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Good boy Connor

Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Upgraded Connor | RK900, Gavin Reed, CyberLife Tower Connor | RK800-60

Relationships: Connor/Upgraded Connor | RK900

Additional Tags: BDSM, Dom/sub, Sexual Roleplay, Uniform Kink, Whipping, X-Cross, Rimming, Sex Toys, Ice Play, Role Reversal, Dom Upgraded Connor | RK900, Sub Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Fluff, Mutual Masturbation, Begging, Tied-Up Connor, Mentions of Alcohol Abuse, Biting, Kitchen Sex, Gay Sex, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Androids Have Genitalia (Detroit: Become Human)

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46799488

#ifttt #ao3feed #rk1700 #detroit become human #rk900 x rk800

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

My friend said "WRITE PORN NOW!!!! so this exists now

by RainyYesterdays

I'm sorry to the public Just kidding this is a threat to everyone who's reading this

(I was threatened into writing that)

Words: 709, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game), Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) RPF

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi, Other

Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), RK800 "Connor" Android(s) (Detroit: Become Human), Lord Batman (Justice Lords Universe), Batman

Relationships: Connor (Detroit: Become Human)/Reader

Additional Tags: Smut, Porn, Eventual Smut, Shameless Smut, bottom!Batman, sub!batman, batman gets it in the ass., dom!connor, Spanking, Interrogation, mlm, Degrade, Restraints, Bondage, shitpost

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/42052731

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

[cyberbullyingandroids]

In Blunt Defiance by cyberbullyingandroids [DBH Dom Event]

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con Category: F/M Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Relationship: Connor (Detroit: Become Human)/Reader Character: Connor (Detroit: Become Human) Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Dubious Consent, Extremely Dubious Consent, Knifeplay, Rope Bondage, Thirium Play (Detroit: Become Human), degradation kink, Self-degradation, Dom/sub, Bottom Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Connor (Detroit: Become Human) Has a Penis, Choking, Power Play, Power Imbalance, Rape, Rape Roleplay, can be interpreted as either in case you become uncomfortable, however it isn't written with implied roleplay, Minor Violence, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Language: English

Get a taste with the first paragraphs below.

Thirium pooled in Connor's head as he hung upside down in a dark and dusty barn. The rope around his ankles held him firm. His optical units blinked into focus. A feminine, human figure sat on a chair some handful of feet away. You sipped on a tumbler of brown-red whiskey.

"Where... Where am I?" His voice came out in a rasp.

"Does it matter?" Your voice was familiar to him. Panic leaked into his veins like harsh ethanol. He had been tailing your criminal activities for months in a game of cat and mouse. Though right now, he was the mouse. Perhaps you'd always been the cat.

Link to fic here. (4243 words)

This piece is part of the DBH Dominatrix Event.

#DBH Dom Event #ao3 #dbh fan fiction #dbh fics #connor rk800 #sub connor #dom fem reader #connor x reader

[thesailor]

Rate my kin list 😋😏

#tankmen #super mario #tankman #friday night funkin #newgrounds #mario #mario bros #super mario bros #captain tankmen #animal crossing #mortal kombat #steven universe #cinnamoroll #punch out #little mac #spinel #sub zero #scorpion #detroid become human #connor rk800 #cock joke

[mimorugk]

I couldn’t do anything for the rk1k week so pls take this as an offering 

#yes I have a thing for connor in collar and being good #also all those dom/sub thing #is this nsfw? idk #my art #detroit become human #rk1k #rk1000 #dbh connor #dbh markus #markus x connor #markus rk200 #connor rk800

[sol-korolevas]

natural;

(a/n: this is light erotica babes!)

“connor, that boy is a natural.”

“at what?”

“oh you know, being a stone-cold bastard.”

you really don’t know how others think of connor as that. but it’s because they don’t know him as well as you. yet still, you can agree that he does look natural when he’s stoic and ruthless. a part of you almost wonders if there are two connors when you talk to him in public. 

that’s only in public. 

because when you and he are sheltered behind the walls of your shared room, he’s something else. a different kind of picture painted in swaths of warm hues rather than the chills of blue, white, and gray. 

“th-they’re going to notice,” he mutters, closing his eyes as a high-pitched moan slips out of his mouth. you push your tongue against the bitemark, lavishing it with the warm wetness before you lean back. “(name)...” his voice turns low, that dark neediness that always has you weak in the knees. 

“i thought you wanted them to see?” you say, humming, before popping open more of the buttons on his wrinkled dress shirt. he’s blushing harder, eyes looking away as a smile creeps onto your face. “kneel on the floor, connor.” 

abruptly he drops down, gaze returning to your face as wet tears cling at the corner of his eyes. you press one hand against his cheek, thumb gently rubbing circles on his warm flesh. “what’s wrong?” 

“i-nothing,” he stops himself, nuzzling carefully into your touch. you give him a hardened gaze, quietly telling him to continue. “–i  love you, (name). i understand i told you this countless times before, but i love you and i adore you.” 

he groans as you slid forward until both of your legs are resting on top of connor’s shoulders. his body stiffens, wet eyes watching you with the utmost reverence. 

you feel your heart beating with affection and lust for him. he’s everything and you want to give him everything–the world and all of its beauty perhaps. but no, this isn’t a fantasy. you cannot give him these things, but you can give him what he wants right now. 

and what you want too. 

“so adore me connor. show me how much you love me and eat me,” you tell him softly, as the hand on his cheek drifts up to lightly tug at his dark locks. his hands slide up your ankles, briefly rubbing semi-circles on the roundness of your knee before they travel down to grip at your leg. 

cold air hits you and a hiss slips out, just as you catch sight of connor’s eyes, soft and warm, but full of the need to worship. 

as he slides his tongue against your wet core, you realize that all of those people are right.

that boy really is a natural. 

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[all-gummed-up-inside]

Goodness!!!! The want to eat out AFAB!Connor is so strong!!!

Just imagine face sitting with Connor<3 him squirming and whining about how he’ll choke you n’ how heavy he is (even though he’s made out of an incredibly light weight plastic) his face is a gorgeous royal blue color as he whines out<33 he really, really, really wants it but he’s just too scared to ask most of the time :’( he’s just afraid of hurting you is all.

But once he finally gives in and let’s you do it he’s so damn pretty <3 face flushed deep blue, and sobbing about how good it feels. Desperately humping your mouth as you tongue fuck him <3 it’s honestly the hardest he’s ever came before, having absolutely no control over his body for the first time ever as he squirts all over your face.

He’s such a good puppy for you <3

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