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Hi hii hii!! Hope ur doing good, and this is ur daily reminder to take care of yourself!
That aside, i'd like to request DBH Ralph x reader (transman) who takes him in— like they've been dating for a long while now and one night there's a bad thunderstorm that scares Ralph in his squat/abandoned ass building, and so the reader invites him to spend the night at their apartment. Usually Ralph naturally wouldn't agree, but with the combination of their long time connection and his trust in the human he ends up agreeing. It's up to u n creative liberty what happens once he's all safe n cozy
I JUST WANT HIM TO B HAPPY N WARM HE'S SO BBG
DBH Ralph x FTM Reader
Type: Comfort Fluff
Fandom: Detroit Become Human
Request Author's Note: BRUH I JUST SAW THIS, DW I GOTCHU.
You stepped up to the abandoned building the city refuses to look over again, but if you had any say you would've at least fixed the windows to stop the cold Detroit air from forcing its way in. Unfortunately, that conversation always led to your nervous android boyfriend to shut it down as soon as possible. As much as a touch up was needed, he was scared of the changes. This house was perfectly fine to him, what was there to change?
Regardless, you knock on the door in the rehearsed pattern that Ralph had set up so he knew it was you behind the door. A beat, followed by a thud and footsteps until the door was ajar and his eyes peer from the gap. "Hi Ralph" you say quietly, reassuring him that it's you and only you at that door. His shoulders and fingers relax, and his LED shifts from yellow to blue, letting the door open for you to walk in. You use your foot to close the door behind you as he wraps him arms around you, pleased to have you back home.
"Ralph missed you" He mutters, his fingers tracing circles on the back of your neck.
"I've missed you too, pretty boy" You smile softly, parting yourself from the hug and running a hand through his hair, "how've you been holding up?"
"Ralph has watered the gifts you gave him, and he watched some people from the window and kept tabs of what they were on for a bit. Long day for him" he recounts. After a month of knowing Ralph, he had mentioned an experience of being a gardener, which led to you gifting him houseplants to bring more life to the building, and a task for him to focus on. Additionally, you introduced him to "people watching", making a game of looking at people and their everyday lives. The Ralph you met in the beginning isn't the same as the one you know now, though his anxiety and fears still gnaw at him alive, he's become slightly more patient and aware, especially towards you.
He pushes his face against your hand, wanting to press himself closer to you, "Ralph wishes you would stay longer. Maybe even forever if you feel enough patience for him"
"I wish I could, Ralph.. but the conditions here aren't made for me to live here comfortably, or at least not without a good amount of alterations and some government invol-"
"No, no alterations." He interrupted, agitated at the idea of it.
"It's okay, Ralph, I'm not asking for changes.." You hesitate for a moment to read him. His LED flashed yellow for a moment, the gears turning to stop himself from an outburst, "but we have to be aware that I can't live in this building, or at least comfortably. I need warm showers and room temperature spaces for my meds, walls that aren't going to cut my living years short from the aging, and my cat also has his own needs" You chuckle at the end, but there's almost a look of understanding from Ralph.
"Humans and their living conditions.. so picky"
"That's just the toll it takes to have me" you joke, kissing his forehead, "but speaking of the living conditions, I heard that there's going to be a storm tonight."
Ralph purses his lips, scratching his arms at the topic, "Ralph will be just fine. This isn't his first storm. Ralph will hide inside again, like he normally does, where it is safe"
"I'm sure you'll be just fine Ralph, but you know if anything happens you can contact me to pick you up... just in case of anything" You reassure. Ralph has contacted you before for these types of situations. Ralph texted you one time because of a group of kids who were curious and wanted to explore the building. They stayed for long enough for you to get there and call them out and make sure they were gone from the premises.
"The outside isn't kind to Ralph" Ralph said softly, "what if some humans see Ralph and you? Going out would be dangerous"
You remember the first time meeting Ralph, having run inside this building late at night to hide from a group of strangers who weren't a big fan of you. By the time you noticed them run past the house, you turned around and saw Ralph caught of guard by you being there. He had a pocketknife on hand, holding it out to point it at you. Through your quick ramblings of what happened, he hesitantly understood. He knew your fear too.
You place your hand over the side of Ralph's face, running your hand over the blue scar that haunts him. It reminds him of the damage made by dangerous people. But at the same time, your hand over it reconciles some small part of him that understands that you are rebuilding a trust.
"No one is going to hurt us, Ralph. Not anymore. We'll make sure of it"
Ralph's eyes stare back into yours, trying to find a lie. He wants to find the lie, but as bold of a statement as that is, he knows you believe it.
"...Ralph will stay here tonight"
"Then I will too"
Ralph furrows his brows in confusion, "Why? No, the human should go home, he has his animal at home and work tomorrow."
"My cat has an automatic feeder and I left the lights on before I left, so she should be fine. I prepared when I noticed the weather" You hummed, "I also brought snacks and some blankets for tonight"
"But you can't live like this--"
"I can survive a night like this, I'm not fragile"
Ralph hesitates, his fingers fidgeting before reaching out for your hand to gently squeeze them.
"...Ralph accepts your visitation"
You smile at the acceptance, giving him a small peck on the lips, "I'll go get my stuff from the car then"
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As night rolls around, the rain gets heavier and the house creeks at the strong winds. Ralph and you hide downstairs since raindrops are leaking from the ceiling on the second floor. His body leans against yours, the side of your head using his as a pillow. You feel every twitch and short breath from him when the house shakes, the windows creaking, or a lightening bolt hits.
You wonder how he makes it on his own during these nights.
It's like looking at a kicked bunny. It's torture.
But you know Ralph will tell you what he wants when he needs it. He's a nervous man but he gets the point across.
You had hoped having your phone playing some music or a podcast will help, and playing some hangman or other short games might keep him distracted, but it was helpless. He was muttering under his breath, the anxiety starting to swallow him. You were worried to say the wrong thing, not wanting to trigger a fear response out of him.
"Ralph, what can I do for you?" you ask, "I want you to be the most comfortable possible, but I'm going to need you to talk to me here.."
Ralph stays quiet for a moment, looking down.
"Ralph... is thinking." His LED spins from blue to yellow, repeating the pattern until it settles. You sit there and wait as you listen to the rocking chair outside swing and hit against the wall outside.
"Ralph is considering... your offer"
"To go to my place?"
"Yes, your home, if that offer still stands.."
"The offer is always there for you, Ralph" You sigh, "But we can do that, sure. Let me just pack my stuff back into the car, you can stay in here and grab anything you need, okay? I'll let you know when the car's set up"
He nods, watching you get up. You fold up the blankets and take the snacks back out in the car, getting yourself soaked in the process. When you come back for him, you see him holding two plants that you had gifted him. Your heart thuds heavier in your chest, he's adorable.
"Here, let me put this blanket over you, keep you hidden so you feel safe and dry, alright?" You wrap it over him like a cloak, his LED flickering from it's yellow state to a blue for a second.
"Thank you.." You place your hand on his black, stepping out of the abandoned house together. He settles into the passenger seat of your car, and you run to the driver's seat.
"You can choose the music off my phone while I drive" you hum, "whatever feels best for you." The storm was heavy enough for people to not want to go outside today, clearing the streets for the most part. On the occasional look, you noticed Ralph looking out the window, nervous and solemn. "You don't have to worry about anyone seeing us on the way up. We can enter through the garage of my building and use the elevator upwards to my apartment. You're safe here.."
The drive was quiet aside from the rain and soft playing music you finally arrived to the building's garage. Ralph followed closely behind you, scanning everything around him and his surroundings to ensure that no one was there to hurt either of you. Thankfully, none of your apartment neighbors were in the halls as you brought Ralph in. The warm lit apartment, decorated nicely that fit your style. Ralph didn't step any further in, too nervous to know where to go without your permission.
It didn't help that your cat decided to inspect him herself, walking in circles around him. "Make yourself comfortable Ralph. You're free to sit anywhere" You explained, giving his hand a squeeze and you settled things down.
"It's warm in here. Ralph likes it.." he crouches down to look at your cat eye him down, offering a peace treaty. You dim the lights a little more and go over to your living room, placing some blankets and pillows down and turning the TV on. Ralph nods, picking up your cat and following you into the living room. He hesitates for a second before sitting down where you've set up.
"Is all of this okay?" You ask, "if you need to head back just let me know, I don't want the new environment to freak you out"
Ralph nods, "No no, Ralph is very comfortable. Safe. We can rest well here." The rain is a lot more muted, comfrotably lit, and there's no cruel breeze. Ralph looks uncomfortable by the peace, but he wouldn't want it taken away. You two cuddle up against each other, placing a blanket over each other. Ralph lays on top of you, his ear set up against your chest to listen to your heartbeat. His hand caresses your hip as he relaxes his body against you. Your cat also sets up on top of him, the three of you in a stack.
PLEASE PLEASE DR EASTERMAN LETTING PUPPYBOY FTM READER HUMP HIS THIGH OR BOOT
Dr. Eastermen x FTM Reader
Type: Smut Request
Author's Note: Hopefully you enjoy! First request and story in a long time so I apologize for being a little rusty lolol
Content: Boothumping, tshot injections, power dynamic. Reader genetilia terms of crotch, clit, dick, and cunt.
If there was one thing that you knew in this place. You were Easterman's how high. You were a product that fell into his delusional teachings and fed it right back out to him. You were his success. His personal "mutt" as he affectionately referred to you. Due to being held in such a position, he had an offer he knew you couldn't resist.
As if you'd ever reject any of his offers.
After a solo trial, the taste and smell of blood (though not your own) and sweat overwhelmed your senses, that fuzzy feeling of the adrenaline slowly fading away as you heard Dr. Easterman's examination of you.
"Look at you, a step closer to getting out," he says in his pleased tone. It wasn't that long ago that you were simply a failure in his eyes when you recieved any letter below a C. You revel in his voice. You wonder if it was odd that sometimes you wished you could hear it from him in person. His lips near your ears while telling you the same message, to feel his breath hit against your skin. If he was any closer, you would probably be able to feel his lips on the sensitive back of your neck-
"Are you even paying attention?"
Shit. You stopped walking through the completion tunnel, turning to look at the screen where the scientists normally work behind. Odd.
No one's there.
"Mutt." You perk up at that name.
"Go to your room. Someone will lead you to my office." he orders. You mentally wince as the thought that not listening might've just taken you back from your progress by even just a little bit.
"Yes, Dr. Easterman" you reply before steadily rushing off to your room.
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You walked through the facility halls, following the scientist that Dr. Easterman had sent out. These halls were so unfamiliar. You had grown so used to the repetition of every room, that even an extra hall felt like a drop closer to freedom.
The scientist stops in front of a door while ignoring you, reading some papers in his hand instead. There was a silver plate on the door that read "Dr. Easterman's Office."
You walk into the room that is completely enveloped in dark except for two lamps that keep the enviornment somewhat dimly lit enough to notice the decor in the room. Your hands instinctively try to turn on your nightvision goggles before reminding yourself you weren't in a trial. As your eyes adjust, you notice the man himself, Easterman, in his office chair. His eyes practically glow in this enviornment, and you know he's staring right at you.
"Dr. Easterman," You started to speak merely to break the silence but you were terrified, and he knows it, "I'm... You called me here?"
"You've been performing so well recently. Consistently. You've been doing so wonderfully."
Praise. Dr. Easterman was praising you. Your eyes widened at this, this feeling compared to his harsh tones from before where he had called you mediocre. A mutt that was incapable of being trained. Sloppy. Those words used to repeat in your head during your trials, only leading you to work harder. Maybe that was Dr. Easterman's whole plan. To break you down so you could get up yourself even stronger.
"I think you could be useful, boy." You hear the chair creek as Dr. Easterman stands up, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter from his pockets, the clicking sound of the lighter's flame settled.
"You could be very useful.. You could do something for me, while I give you something in return. How does that sound, mutt?"
Dr. Easterman was a man of temptation. He knew what made his patients click. You nodded. You were his how high, after all.
Dr. Easterman released a small hum of approval, sitting himself on his desk, and raising a singly pant leg up slightly, revealing a long leather strap boot he had been wearing. You look at him with slightly confusion, "Come here, mutt" he orders.
Fuck, that admittedly got you slightly wet, but this wasn't the time. You step closer, swallowing the excess drool that started to build in your mouth. You could feel your heart pace quicker.
Dr. Easterman reaches his hand down to the desk's cabinet, opening it and pulling out an injection.
"I'm sure there's something you desire. Something that will make you feel as whole as getting an A on trials does for the both of us." He speaks gently, "Testosterone would work wonders for you.. or at least that's what you expressed on your file before arriving here"
It was true that testosterone was being deprived in his facility, drugs and food that kept every reagent weaker. This. This was privilege. This was a test.
"For every trial that you get an A on, I expect you to find your way into my office. You will pull down your pants and underwear, and allow me to order one thing from you. After that, you may have your reward." He inserts the needle into a small vial, filling it with a clear liquid, "Is that something you can do, mutt?"
Pull down your pants?
That stuck out to you, but Dr. Easterman didn't let that question go unanswered for too long. You felt him press the tip of his boot against your crotch. It was almost a light tap against your clit which left you shocked and frozen at first.
He wanted you to hump his boot.
Get praised for getting an A on a trial, walk into his room to get questionable sexual relief from this man that stalks your dreams, and then get injected with the one thing that you've desired since your youth?
"Of course, Dr. Easterman" you smile, if you had a tail it would've been wagging ferociously by now.
"Get to it then" He grins.
You eagerly pull down your pants and underwear, already noticing the growing wet spot that had formed. Getting on all fours, you crawl over, hovering your cunt over the leather boot. You look up at Dr. Easterman in hopes that you're doing the right thing. He put the injection down and moves his hand to your hair, "Start, puppy."
You almost whimper at that name, settling your wet cunt on the boot. It's been far too long for this. You haven't had urges like these in so long, and now that you're divulging... you feel greedy. Your brain is practically mush. The slow grinding, enjoying every light moan that escapes you. You can hear your own wetness on his boot.
"That's a good mutt" he praises, tugging at your hair gently.
"Thank you Dr. Easterman"
You proceed, happily feeding into the growing feeling of giving your dick pleasure. The repeated humping, your desperate gaspy moans while the man above you just stares coldly and praises you in this silent room. It's humiliating.
If only he was inside you, if only you could fill that carnal pleasure-- but not right now. This was enough. This was what a mutt like you was meant for. To be used in such a compromising position like this.
That build of pleasure starts to bubble up, your whimpers become into louder moans,
"Look at you. So desperate for a dose. This is what good puppies do for a treat" He chuckles, placing his hand under your chin, "I want you to keep your eyes on me. I want you to see the only man who's allowed to make you feel this pleasure."
Fuck.
He lifts his shoe up slightly and harshly, pressing the part your were grinding on even harder onto your dick. You moan in surprise, but he begins to move his boot along with your movements. He was going to force you to cum like this.
"Such a wet puppy cunt" he mutters, "testosterone is only going to make you so much more desperate"
"Please, Dr. Easterman" You shiver, "I need this. I need to cum, I can't-"
Dr. Easterman keeps the same pace, driving you insane as your legs quiver. His silence in this moment is torturous, knowing he's just staring at you to study your reactions.
"Do it then. Cum on my boots, puppy" he ordered.
A loud whimper slips from you, your hands holding Dr. Easterman's leg closer to you while you grind your clit against the smooth surface of his boots, you can feel the build of your wetness all over the leather.
"Dr. Easterman! I-" Your eyes are stuck up on him, his hand still harshly holding your chin before feeling your clit throb, your whole body shivering as you cum on his boot. You could barely speak. You haven't cum in so long.
"There we go.. look at you" he hums, pulling his boot away, "Normally, I'd make you lick this clean.. but I've decided to be nice as it's your first time"
You sit weakly on the floor, your whole body still feeling the pleasure that overwhelms you. He gets off the table and kneels to reach your level, the injection back in his hand.
"Stay still"
You barely even register the poke of the needle, but it was welcome regardless.
"Thank you Dr. Easterman" You mumble, regaining at least some semblance of dignity.
"Of course Mutt. I'm excited to see your scores from now on."
