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."
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.
WE ORDERED THE AAAAAMONGUS POTION FROM THE DARK WEB 🧙♂️🧙♂️🧙♂
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"D-detective, please, I don't think this is very ap-appropriate for the current s-situation we're i-in" Connor stuttered as your fingers curl, hitting his sweet spot dead on.
His legs shook, struggling to keep himself up, he whimpers as your fingers fuck him faster, you smile at him as you plant a kiss on his cheek.
You move your lips onto his, his whimpers muffled from the action.
He bucks his hips up and a whorish moan escapes him.
He grabs your shoulders as he cums into your hand, back arching as his hand grips your hair.
You let go of the kiss and smile at him, he looks down at you in embarrassment.
After a few more minutes you walk out the bathroom along with him, Hank standing right outside.
You attempt to walk past him but he grabs your shoulder and tightens his grip.
He looks directly into your eyes and deadpans, you sigh as you walk back to your desk, constantly eyeing him, hoping he wouldn't do anything bad.
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A/N: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, uh oh I'm running out of ideaaaaaasssss
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.
Oil Change 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
Character: Connor (Detroit: Become Human)
Additional Tags: Rough Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, BDSM, Dominatrix, Connor is a Mess (Detroit: Become Human), Dom/sub, Bottom Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Minor Violence, Flogging, Rope Bondage, Marking, Bruises, Sobbing, Sex on a Car, Whipping, Established Relationship, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Connor (Detroit: Become Human) Has a Penis, Swearing
Language: English
Get a taste with the first paragraph below.
Connor lay back on a skateboard underneath your car. The smell of oil permeated the garage air. He wore his usual dark jeans, a pair of brown work boots (so lovingly gifted by CyberLife's infiltration outfit costumer), and a blue flannel. He cranked on something under your car, only his legs visible. You had arrived home with devious intentions. Earlier this week you requested Connor to have a look at your car: He was naturally inclined towards repairing tech, especially after his deviation. He had often brought androids back to life during his machine days, and now, he attempted to fix your vehicle. You placed the toe of your high heel on the edge of the skateboard.
