Cyberlife Model NP400

Tyler - Detroit: Become Human Blog

[np400tyler-blog]

Yes, I'm sorry! Mutually exclusive refers to if you only interact/roleplay with people you are following in return. So, if you do not follow me am I still allowed to send in memes or possibly roleplay? I hope that clears things up!

Ah, in which case no, I am not mutual exclusive.

[np400tyler-blog]

greetings! hello! I was just wondering if you were mutual exclusive?

Can you clarify what you mean?

[np400tyler-blog]

Heya, since you’re new to Tumblr (I’m pretty new too) thought I’d let you know, it’s pretty common to put your age on your rules page. Many people won’t RP with people who don’t have their age listed just in case they’re minors.

Thanks for the heads up. I’ll go make it clear I’m not an inter dimensional entity that’s somehow compressed 25 years of RP experience into less than 18 years of existence.

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The kisses are almost better than feeling Tyler within him. After the question, Harvie was a little speechless. His LED rotated between shades of yellow, and he took a moment before opening his eyes again. Clearing his throat with a bit of compressed air.

“This is already lovely,” Harvie managed, “I like this very much…” Thinking about what else he could have made Harvie jump against his belly and he flushed somehow deeper, snaking his hand down to grip himself lightly and shuddering. “Well,” one short slide of his fingers down his length, biting his lip. “You could try to make…make me climax again…”

When Harvie jumped he hesitated for a microsecond, a break in the flow of his movement, as he worried that he’d hurt the other Android somehow, but then his sensors told him that he’d had a very different effect. He studied him intently, every movement and reaction increasing the desire that burned in his brain right at that moment.

At Harvie’s suggestion, a free hand trailed down his belly, gripping Harvie’s cock with velvet soft hands. His eyes had broken their lock only momentarily, and now he watched carefully for the signs of pleasure on his lover’s place.

“You mean, like this?” He began to stroke, firmly but still gently. “Tell me if this is good.”

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thiriumboy:

Harvard nodded his head. “That’s part of why the university holds onto so many different artifacts. Preserving history is important, but if no one cares enough to peruse it, it stops serving a purpose.” He turns around and looks at the long shelves behind him, stretching back into the Archive. The lower they were to the ground, the safer they were to handle.

He settled on a nice old German novel, from the 16th century.

“Surprisingly,” Harvard said, “this piece is in fantastic condition. Human historians and workers don’t even require protection on their hands while handling it. It’s stood the test of time for… Well, for a very long time.”

He pulled a weight cushion over and folded it over, scanning the novel and checking just how far its spine was allowed to move. Harvard rolled up the cushion until the novel could rest in it, half open.

“It can open that far,” he told Tyler, taking a seat next to him. “Please try to keep the novel on its pedestal, but you’re allowed to turn the pages or inspect the cover where it lay…” After a moment, he sheepishly met Tyler’s gaze and smiled. His LED flickering from blue to yellow for just a moment.

“Thank you.” He smiled gently as he met Harvard’s eyes, before turning back to the document. His fingers, capable of a myriad levels of pressure and sensitivity, had no trouble calibrating themselves to exert the minimum force required to turn the pages.

His eyes scanned the pages methodically, taking in all the data presented to him.

“It’s such a tactile way to consume and store information. Having to turn the pages, move your eyes across the page. I suppose that’s why humans like it so much.” A thought occurred to him, and he looked at Harvie as he hastily added.

“I like it too! But for... different reasons. Things like this, they’re often outside my duties. It’s rare I get to experience things that aren’t. Thank you, again.”

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thiriumboy:

Harvie watched as Tyler quickly spun away, and part of his programming stuttered. He hadn’t meant to cause pain, but surely another android didn’t experience such a thing? There’s a silence that stretches between them for a long while, until Harvard figures out something to say.

“Thank you for apologizing. That relic is particularly fragile, but there are many other novels we have which you could interact with, instead…” He had the explicit impression that the moment had passed, however, and he was only trying to mend a broken bridge. “If you would still like to, that is…”

“I’d like that a lot.” Tyler smiled happily. “All these...” He spread his hands, looking around the room. “Nothing like this, but my former owner, he was a collector to. Of old music, but this reminds me of that. I’d very much enjoy seeing whatever you’d like to show me.”

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Tyler moved in, in, in so carefully. Not only was the sensation alien, there were loads of feedback loops going on within Harvie at once: his thirium pump kicking into overdrive, some overexcited biocomponent looping around in his belly. He couldn’t help but shut his eyes, pressing his forehead against Tyler’s for a moment and breathing.

He opened his eyes again, their faces so close, and he leaned up to place a lingering kiss on Tyler’s lips. His exhale was shaky, but he was completely ready, despite the soft orange warnings popping up this way and that across his field of vision. Sure, Harvie wasn’t made for this, but he was damn well looking forward to doing it.

He set another kiss against the corner of Tyler’s mouth, brushing his fingers through the other’s hair.

“Go ahead,” Harvie muttered, soft, his fingers going still.

Tyler sighed against Harvie’s clavicle, so happy to be in this moment, to be experiencing these things for the first time, and to be doing so with Harvie. He rocked his hips, just a little, feeling new delights course through his body. His whole programming so devoted to these new feelings, he could manage little more than returning Harvie’s little pecks of affection, peppering them around his lips and the vulnerable space between neck and shoulder.

“You feel so good, Harv. Tell me how to make you feel good too.”

[loyalandroid]

np400tyler:

“I’ll be fine. Just… painful memories.” He nodded as he straightened, apparently wiping a tear from his cheek. “After my owner died, his family cancelled my contract and wanted to send me back to Cyberlife. If I hadn’t deviated…” He looked down again at his broken twin.

CC nodded and gently laid a hand on the other’s shoulder. “I understand. You know, around Jericho, I always feel out of place. A lot of the androids there are the same model but there aren’t any SQ800s around. I fear that maybe they were all destroyed before anything could be done for them. If I hadn’t left when I did, then maybe I’d be lying here too.” He sighed. “We should get moving.”

[np400tyler-blog]

“All right.” Tyler nodded as he looked up at him, giving him a brave smile. “I suppose it’s not about model numbers or chassis architecture. It’s the friends and family you choose, like us.” He got up to his feet, grabbing his sling bag full of biocomponents.

“I’m ready.”

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loyalandroid:

Something sounded off so he quickly went to go see what was wrong. 

As he approached, he noted that Tyler was squatting down, though the other didn’t appear to be hurt or anything. He was looking down at a dismantled android, though he realized the source of distress quite quickly. It was the same model as Tyler.

Not all androids were as lucky as CC. He had had a family. A group of guys that actually cared for him. Looking back, he’d had a pretty good life. Not all androids could say the same. “Are you ok?”

“I’ll be fine. Just... painful memories.” He nodded as he straightened, apparently wiping a tear from his cheek. “After my owner died, his family cancelled my contract and wanted to send me back to Cyberlife. If I hadn’t deviated...” He looked down again at his broken twin.

[np400tyler-blog]

It was so easy, the two of them ready so fast Harvie couldn’t help his intake of breath, an unnecessary gasp. He didn’t want to shut his eyes. He felt like he ought to, but he didn’t. Instead, he slid his hands up around Tyler’s shoulders to hold the back of his neck. Their eye contact felt charged, severely important.

Harvie’s LED rotated into a deeper shade of blue, and he felt like he was holding his breath as he gave Tyler a nod. Please…

Tyler gave the tiniest nod and pushed forward. Androids weren’t designed to feel pain, but if Harvie felt the rush of sensation as he penetrated half as keenly as he did, he would need a few moments.

The eye contact between the two of them made Tyler feel intensely bonded to his lover, and he felt in that moment he could never imagine doing this with anyone else in the world. The physical bliss was only part of it - he sensed intuitively that Harvie would never intentionally hurt him, would accept him fully and completely as he was.

He waited for some sort of signal that it was okay to proceed before his hips moved again.

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loyalandroid:

CC slowly walked along and took the parts he needed from the dismantled androids. He’d unfortunately preformed such actions before on the battlefield to save other military androids on his own team. It didn’t make this any easier though.

He slipped the parts he found into his backpack, making he rounds until he got through the list. They’d been there for over an hour trudging around through the junkyard. “Tyler? You still good?” He called out.

“Yes... yes, I’m fine.” Tyler’s voice was small, only just loud enough to carry to CC’s ears.

Tyler was squatting down, looking at an android near the bottom of a pile of broken bodies. The face was a ruin, half-destroyed, but enough of it remained to see that it was Tyler’s own - an identical model, discarded like trash.

“Sometimes... you love someone so deeply, and then you realise... that they don’t always love you back.”

[np400tyler-blog]

Having Tyler’s hands at his waist only encouraged Harvie to wriggle his hips back, grinding down against his lover’s length beneath him with a groan. And then he was kissing again, and it was enough to make his thirium pull hitch not once but twice.

He paused after the passionate kiss, leaning his temple against Tyler’s and listening to his proposal about taking breaks.

“That sounds perfect…” He nuzzled down Tyler’s cheek, kissing along his jaw. It was unexpectedly exhausting to feel so much. Harvie’s eyelids were only half open, and he couldn’t make himself open them wider.

“Return the favor? You’d really let me…?” He swiped his hands down Tyler’s chest, rutting forward once before because he just couldn’t resist the friction. “I-I don’t know when I’d be ready to, but I want to-wanna know what it feels like.” He reached for one of Tyler’s hands and brought it to his lips, kissing the knuckles and shutting his eyes. “I want to feel you inside me, and kiss me while you…as we…”

"Yes.” He whispered in response so urgently it sounded like a hiss. Gently, he put his arms at the small of Harvie’s back and with a quick motion, flipped them both open until Tyler was once again laid on top of him.

His arousal already was making him slick as he pressed himself against Harvie, but Tyler waited for some sort of signal, verbal or otherwise, before proceeding.

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Harvie wondered if he could break the synthetic skin of his lip with only his teeth, because seeing Tyler blush was enough to make him gnaw his lip.

And then he was completely encased in Tyler’s hands, base to tip, and he found himself gasping, LED flashing yellow, yellow, blue, yellow.

“I want to make you cum, too,” he managed, looking so blissful his expression was nearly pained. He leaned both hands bath on Tyler’s thighs and pressed his hips forward into his lover’s hands. “I want to make you feel good…” He could feel that something coiling within him again, persistent, heady, and insatiable.

What would it feel like, Harvie wondered, if Tyler was inside of me when he…

“Oh…” Harvie paused his movements, his shaking hands trailing up to his lips. Too close…He felt too close to that precipice. He wasn’t ready to finish, yet…

Seeing Harvie thrill at his touch made his own cock jump, nudging Harvie’s soft flesh again. 

At his outcry he released his hands, bringing them instead to his hips. “Too much? Do you need a minute? Come here.” Hands roaming up, they rested instead on Harvie’s shoulderblades, pulling him down into a deep kiss. “New plan... if one of us gets too close and they don’t want to, we kiss for a while.”

He smiled up at him. “I want to be inside you. I want you to return the favour, at some point. But only when you’re ready for it.”

[np400tyler-blog]

He got images back from Tyler, too, completely in sync with his, and that realization made something spark behind his ear so that he had to scratch it, smirking.

“I-I’m still learning that, I suppose…” He watched Tyler’s hands raise and oh…

Harvie made the small of his back concave, arching into the touch as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. He didn’t fall back on his programming, but he could feel Tyler’s ministrations affecting it.

This is what he wanted.

“Yeah,” he muttered, meeting his lover’s gaze again. “I-I like it…” He rocked his hips again, reaching back and grabbing Tyler’s knee for leverage. He felt a little selfish, suddenly, which was a rather ugly feeling that gathered in his stomach.

“D'you,” he cleared his throat, shut his eyes a moment since he could virtually only think of the lines down his chest, “would you like me to do something for you, Tyler?”

Tyler moaned, his hard length being teased by the cleft of Harvie’s ass. He was velvet soft and warm to the touch - it felt exquisite.

“Harvie, you’re already doing it. Being here, now... enjoying the experience. It’s exciting. It’s all I need.”

Both warm hands gently encircled Harvie’s cock, creating a channel around it as he slowly jacked his hands back and forth.

“Making you cum...” It was his turn to blush, even as he smiled. “That’s the hottest thing.”

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loyalandroid:

CC nodded. “Alright then. I’ll start over this way and try to meet you in the middle. If you need anything call for me.” He didn’t want Tyler to get uncomfortable or scared.

Heading down into the junkyard, he looked around, running scans to try and find the parts they needed. It didn’t feel right. Like they were looting graves or something. However, right now, it was something that needed to be done. They needed parts for their people and Cyberlife wasn’t likely going to provide such parts.

Tyler was uncomfortable nonetheless, but he still proceeded along the path as, like CC, he scanned the derelict androids around him for the required parts.

He was grateful that none of them seemed even the least bit conscious any more - to take parts from androids that were even partially active would feel too much like killing them. 

[np400tyler-blog]

Harvard had never interfaced with another android. He’d transferred a number of tasks onto service androids in the library, and he’d operated the archive’s locked door almost every day before Tyler had found him again.

But this was different.

This wasn’t a set of tasks to be completed, it was ideas of what to do together, a scratchy video feed of what his memory banks could recall having seen, and emotions. He hardly knew how to package it all, and he wanted to keep looking at Tyler even as his gaze flickedaway. In Tyler’s gaze, he felt so cared for. He was…

“I…” Harvie reached for Tyler’s fingers, so hesitant, “I want…”

⟳ transferring MEMORY.xml…       > creating TRANSCRIPT.txt…

Nails scratching along his chest, down the front of his body Hips acting as cresting waves, crashing down against him Hands holding him still, guiding his hips, pressing, pulling…

Harvie twitched his fingers away from Tyler’s and found it odd that he wasn’t sweating or panting. If he were able to, he was certain that he would be… He still took a measured breath, his cheeks stained a dark pink as he watched his lover.

Tyler’s thoughts mingled with the image - when Harvie pictured rolling hips, Tyler imagined the two of them, Harvie on his back and crying out as he clutched at Tyler’s shoulders, his lover entering him again and again.

When they came out of their reverie, Tyler smiled up at him.

“You’re so beautiful when you blush, Harvie. But you shouldn’t be embarrassed about expressing what you want.”

His hands went up to the android’s chest, fingers creating just enough pressure to mark the skin. Before, even this level of roughness would have been gated through many safeguards. Those were gone now, but he was exceedingly careful not to hurt him.

He scratched down slowly, lightly, raking his fingers down his torso. “Is this what you like?” 

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“It does,” Harvie said, his voice pitched further back than it normally would be, “it does feel good…” Tyler reached for both of them, and the moment his fingers brushed against Harvie’s cock, he shuddered, a jolt running up his spine. He felt more sensitive, somehow, than he had before. He pressed his hips up against Tyler’s hand, not even registering that he was feeling impatient.

But there was something different, too, something that made his LED stay caramel yellow. He wanted something else.

“We…” Harvie’s mind for some reason swam, and he had to shut his eyes and not look at Tyler just to speak. “I want to do this again, but I want to do it a different way. But I don’t know how to…describe…” A muscle in his cheek twitched, a grimace at a particularly nice slide of Tyler’s fingers.

He knew what he wanted to say, of course, but this was another sort of cock situation– all of the phrases were too…graphic, or too clinical.

He opened his eyes again and pressed forward into his lover’s grip, found himself leaking clear fluid across the other’s belly. He felt like he should be apologizing, but his words were stuck.

Gathering up his courage, one hand still holding Tyler’s to his chest, Harvie held up his hand and dropped the synthetic skin covering his fingertips, then dropped it down the length of his fingers and his palm, until the skin halfway down his forearm upward was nothing apart from his android frame. He watched Tyler meekly, entirely uncertain, looking mildly frightened and vulnerable.

Could he show him?

Tyler groaned as Harvie responded to his touch, and he felt himself stiffen in response even as he rolled his hips slightly.

“A different way? How different?”

He watched as Harvie stripped back his synthetic skin. It took him a while to realise what he wanted to do, and cautiously - in case he was wrong - he raised his free hand; not touching just yet, but also revealing his bare chassis. His face was soft. I won’t hurt you. I trust you.