Aquarium Date HCs for Connor and Ralph (separately) I love sea life so I love the idea of pointing out different fish to my fictional crushes :0 (maybe just date hcs in general tho??)
☣︎ hell yeah phish and first dbh ask 👏🙌
Sorry in case they're OOC or I got some fish trivia wrong. I'm not an expert lol
btw I love to do the same, just with dog breeds ✌
I wanted to write general dating headcanons as well, but I didn't want the post to be too all over the place, so feel free to ask for more if you liked this rendition of the boys
【 AQUARIUM DATE 】
☢︎ | gender-neutral reader
☢︎ | Detroit Become Human
☢︎ | Connor | Ralph
【 Connor 】
Since he used to be a working android and didn't have a lot free will while not being a deviant, Connor liked going out with you a lot.
He was never interested in fish, but when you mentioned going to the aquarium he was a bit curious.
"Hm, the aquarium? Yeah, I'd like to go." He said as he looked at you with attentiveness in his eyes.
You were excited to point out each and every fish to him, although you were a bit worried Connor would be able to just- search the internet and get to know everything about them from the start.
He was a grade A android and detective after all.
You hoped he wouldn't get bored of you rambling about it.
As you arrived to the fancy building, Connor took notice of the big glass tunnel.
He didn't comment anything, but you could see that he looked at the fish that swam above his head with curiosity
"That's a nurse shark." You pointed out with a slightly excited smile as you noticed the creature swim behind the glass.
Connor looked the way you pointed, raising his brow with calm interest.
"Ginglymostoma cirratum. The elasmobranch fish in the family Ginglymostomatidae." He came up with the info on the spot.
He knew you were interested in the topic, so he wanted to impress and relate to you.
You chuckled softly at his "knowledge" as you lightly punched him in the shoulder.
"Hey- I'm supposed to be the fish expert here." You lightheartedly pointed out.
"Right. Of course, tell me more then. I'd love to listen." He quickly let you take the scene.
You smiled at his mindfulness.
"This one's a pilchard. But more commonly known as, well, sardine. The same one you can buy at the market." You came up with more information as you observed Connor listening to you diligently.
"It's interesting to actually see them swim in their natural habitat. At least, as natural as you can get." He mentioned lightheartedly.
"Yeah. Like, people eat those." You said playfully, watching him smile at your comment.
Time went by quick as you pointed out a lot of fancy and regular fish that appeared near you, excited with each new one that showed on your radar.
Connor loved listening to you express yourself about the thing you were passionate about.
You previously had some worries about him getting bored while you were there, but he never shown a sign of annoyance.
But it couldn't be further from the truth, he was looking at you with never ending curiosity.
Time came for you to visit the touchpool.
"Can you actually touch the fish?" Connor looked at the pool, raising his brow calmly.
You chuckled slightly.
"Yes. That's what it's for. Go on. Touch the starfish."
Connor looked at the water one more time before gently placing his hand inside.
You could see the flow of emotions on his face as the invertebrate made contact with his cyberskin.
It showed curiosity, then confusion, then a bit of- disgust?
He took his hand out slowly, but you could see a bit of aversion in his movement.
"Did you not like it?" You asked with a silly smile on your face.
"It was- interesting. But i'd rather not touch it again." He commented with fake professionalism, trying to hide his distaste towards the feeling.
It made you giggle.
"Really? That bad? Aren't you used to touching dead bodies and stuff?" You asked amused.
"I am. But that's different. Somehow, this creature seems to- somehow get me. In a bad way." He explained.
The fact that Connor, the android who was used to far much worse things than you could survive through, was disgusted by the little starfish made you giggle.
"Alright, you don't gotta touch it. But I'll tell you some interesting facts about it instead." You suggested, smiling at him.
"Yeah, that sounds good." The corners of his lips turned up as he reciprocated the calm smile.
Connor spent rest of the day with you talking his ear off, but he didn't mind in the slightest, and even asked you for elaboration and more facts on some fish he found interesting with.
He reminisces the trip with you there very fondly, although he gets a bit annoyed when you sometimes tease him about the starfish incident.
In a lighthearted way of course.
【 Ralph 】
He was a bit hesitant to go somewhere where there's a lot of people at first.
His fear of humans still persisted, but it was greatly lessened when he got you in your life.
Although he's still shy and a bit anxious in public.
Nonetheless, when you told him what an aquarium is, he was a bit curious.
You reassured him that if anything happens, you will leave.
He nodded a bit unsure, but he trusted you'd make the right call, so he agreed.
He was very fidgety and anxious at first, but his demeanor changed once he saw the colorful creatures.
Ralph was never in a place with so many different kinds of fish before!
He was probably even more excited than you when he got into the zone.
You tried to pick the rooms with less or zero people around so Ralph would feel more comfortable.
But after he got mesmerized by the fishies, his fear was kinda skimmed over.
He did get scared by a moray eel though.
"Ralph does not like that fish!" He pointed out, upset at the scary monster behind the glass.
You laughed softly. "It's a moray eel."
"Ralph does not like moray eels." He repeated with a frown, although he was still slightly curious about it. In like a car-crash type of way.
You looked around the tank, wanting to find some "nicer" fish to show him.
"How about this one?" You pointed out at the sea horse.
He looked at it with interest, tilting his head a little, which you thought was very adorable.
"Hm... Ralph likes this one better." He said with conviction with made you chuckle slightly.
"The males actually carry the eggs." You came up with a random trivia about them.
It was actually a decently known fact about them, but Ralph being Ralph obviously didn't know it.
"Huh?" He tilted his head once more.
"It's to ensure their survival. Both mom and dad work together." You pointed out some more nerdy facts with a smile as you observed his reaction.
"Hm... Ralph thinks the seahorses are nice." He came up to the glass, putting his hands on it to get a better view. "And interesting!"
After he got a bit more comfortable being t the aquarium, he would run around the place, following the fishes that swam above his head in the tunnel and ask you about them.
"What's that fish called? And that? And those small ones? Oh, what about that big one!" He pointed out lots of different types, making you a bit lost with answering as his questions were so quickly coming.
He's the type to just- poke the glass.
He's curious, you can't blame him.
He'll stop if you tell him to, though.
If there's a petting pool he must see it.
Tell him how to interact with it beforehand though, as he might get a bit- rough with his touches.
"Ralph put that stingray down!" You were horrified when you noticed him holding the poor creature by the tail.
He flinched and dropped it back into the water.
"Ralph is sorry- Ralph was just curious-" He said apologetically, putting hands closer to his chest in a nervous manner.
"It's- It's okay Ralph, you can try just- petting it. Like that." You reached out your hand to touch the stingray that was swimming by.
Ralph looked at you and tried to do the same. "O-okay, Ralph will try."
He giggled when his sensors felt the skin of the animal brush against his fingers.
You didn't know what to expect at the aquarium, whether Ralph would like it at all, but you were positively surprised when he wanted to stick around more, even after the workers told you it's gonna close soon.
Overall, he was very excited, and wouldn't mind going there again.
Imagine you’re a suspect that Connor is after, and he sets a plot where he pretends to be a regular attendee at a… special kind of club you often frequent. He knows your preferences, that you often go for androids, and if he woos you it’ll be easier to find out more about you and eventually detain you. The police don’t know your name because you always wear a mask, and this ‘club’ promotes anonymity.
Weirdly enough, you’re more kind and gentle than he expects you to be, albeit you still hone a sense of dominance in your aura, and he ends up in a private room with you where you show him what he’s capable of feeling, and how easy it would be for you to take him there. It’s the first time he ever experiences someone go down on him, take him so deep and well until he caves. You teach him how to go down on you too, and that’s where you make your mistake— when you’re laying on your back, legs open for him to easily get a taste of you, the sensors on his tongue go wild and fill his head with information. Your name, age, occupation… he has it all, and his mission is a quicker success than he thought it would be. Granted, he hadn’t exactly thought he’d discover who you are this way… but he wasn’t even bothered by it. In fact, he continues to get his fill, lapping at you and taking you to the edge until you come. He thinks it tastes even better than the fluid you’d been producing before.
read this fic by chaos_thirium on ao3 (actually. I’ve been binge reading all of their fics) and it got me thinkin……….
connor + nines x reader
(warning: 18+. werewolf shit. mentions of breeding. don’t like don’t read.)
Connor and Nines being werewolves is so GGRGRRGGRGRGR
Imagine finding two large wolves in the middle of a desolate road you so happened to be driving down, torn up and thin and weak. You couldn’t leave them there, they’d die, and you knew wolves were only dangerous if you gave them a reason to be threatened by you. You find a bottle of water and some dog-friendly snacks in your car, pull over and inch closer to them cautiously. They can’t even move, they just curl up next to each other, almost as if they’re waiting for death to take them.
They’re wary of you, but you lay down the snacks on the ground next to them and hope they eat. After some reluctance, they seem to sense your kindness, and start chewing at the snacks. The one with the piercing grey eyes growls at the other when it inched too close to his share of the food.
Not knowing what to do, you decide taking them to your lonely home nearby the woods would be your best bet at saving them. You worry for a moment on how you’d be able to get them in the car (they were pretty big after all, and not exactly tame dogs). But somehow, they simply know to follow you, and jump into the back of the car of their own volition.
They’re respectful to your home, shockingly, not tearing up your sofa or play fighting. Just merely sniffing around and growing accustomed to their new surroundings. You’d bring them to a vet the next day, you think to yourself, although you feared the bill bringing in two massive wolves would cost you. It was worth it you remind yourself, they’re innocent wild animals who were pretty low in numbers anyway, and deserved to live.
So of course you freak the fuck out when it turns out they’re probably not innocent wild animals. You come out of the bathroom after your shower and find two fully grown (and admittedly very attractive) men sitting on the couch together, naked, with a blanket they’d found covering them. They’re covered in scars and look battered, but before you make a move to run, you notice their eyes, and the lack of wolves that had been in this very room before you’d left them. Icy grey, and the other a warm brown, just like the two wolves. Covered in wounds, just like the two wolves. And of course, they look similar, just like the two wolves.
It’s pretty obvious, but you don’t believe it, until they start talking to you. They tell you that yes, it’s them, and the pretty brown-eyed one explains to you what happened to them and how they ended up on that lonely road on the brink of death together.
You keep them around. Of course you keep them, although you definitely debate your sanity as you choose to do so. But what else could you do? Throw them back out into the forest and let them probably die? That’s more than cruel, and now knowing that they’re… part(?) human?
Luckily for you, the weeks they spend living and healing in your home are far from bothersome. The brothers (twins, you’d learned) are so sweet and helpful, always trailing behind you like little lost puppies (well, not so little), helping you with chores, and nuzzling their heads into your side and neck. They’re affectionate, more than what is deemed appropriate, but you don’t question it. It was a wolf thing, you guess.
The one with the cold eyes (you’d come to learn he was called Nines) was quiet, not very talkative, but always lingering nearby, and would silently nudge you with his head instead of asking if he wanted to be pet. The other one, Connor, was so impossibly affectionate that it was hard to get away from him. He was always touching you, sniffing you when you got back from shopping or work, grabbing you when he didn’t want you to leave him. He enjoyed laying in your lap a lot, but he liked it even more when you stroked his hair. Nines would sometimes get jealous, and not so gently shove his brother off of you to get some of the love too.
Now, you don’t know how, but at some point they apparently start seeing you as their mate. Like, a lifelong, permanent, loyal mate. That is never discussed, but in their little wolfy heads it just made sense apparently. And with that comes their attempts to mate with you.
They run purely on instinct, and suddenly you wake up every morning with the both of them in your bed either side to you, cuddling up to you, hard and hands pawing at your body in a desperate plea. You bat them off, but that only lasts for so long. How could you keep two beautiful men like them off of you when they were so perfect, precious and so desperate to have you?
When you finally let them fuck you, you learn very quickly that it is not a one time thing. The brothers need you and have you every day, multiple times a day, until you near pass out from exhaustion.
If you’re turned away from them, they seem to take that as an invitation, because one minute you’re washing dishes and the next minute, Nines has you bent over the sink, pants and underwear ripped off as he fucks into you hard and mercilessly. He likes leaning over your back and nipping at the back of your neck, like he was toying with the idea of leaving a claiming bite on you, before he pumps you full of his seed.
Connor is a little more gentle, but still just as passionate. He likes taking you in your own bed, with his cock rubbing against you to tease you (but more so himself) before he pushes in. He pants in your ear as he murmurs about how badly he wants to breed you, to give you his pups. His fingers dig into your hips and hold them, pulling you off and on his cock before he slowly loses his composure and lets himself rut into you like an animal.
It’s a miracle that they manage to share you, when every other day they fight and bicker over the smallest things, always competing and never letting the other win.
How did I get so carried away with writing this 💀 I should probably just write a fic
I got 1300 words! (Which you can absolutely shorten if you don’t feel like writing that much, absolutely understand as a writer.) and I would adore a “Shag me” prompt with Connor 🥴 if you feel up for it. My thoughts on this request (and you can adjust and add to because you’re a great story writer and I trust you) would be a female reader who works as a receptionist at the station (human preferably) and has known Connor since he first came to the department. Soon after his deviancy, they navigate a sort of awkward almost-friends-nearly-more type of relationship and stumble unto a slow romance, until Connor discovers the human emotion horny. It would be amazing if it could be at an awkward time too, like while watching a movie together or at work. I’ve been reading your pieces on AO3 and I truly think you are a talented writer, sending you all my love and inspiration💞💞💞💞
thanks for waiting, anon. connor will see you now. (ao3 link)
1300 words, rated E.
want a turn? prompt me.
It’s been raining all day—classic Detroit November—but all anyone can talk about is the guy who died, his escaped android, and the android investigator in the precinct. You’ve caught a glimpse of him more than once since yesterday, and this time is no different: he comes trotting in after Lieutenant Anderson, covered in glistening droplets of rain and speaking very insistently about something you can’t hear.
“That’s him.”
Your eyes would have slid right past him if not for the intensity in his face. He’s single-minded, emphatic... for all the good it does him. Anderson rolls his eyes and pushes Connor out of his path, leaving him standing there, recalculating. Only then do you notice the LED.
It’s barely two seconds before he’s started after Anderson, calling his name.
“Looks good wet, doesn’t he?”
You don’t offer anything but a soft hum. The thought follows you for the rest of the day.
*
Connor precedes Hank into the building today. He surprises you by speaking to you instead of simply scanning in, and you feel… strange. The look in his eye is so human, almost anxious. With an awkward smile, you offer a reassuring platitude. You’re earnest, but the offer seems to confuse Connor. He thanks you anyway and leaves your desk.
Between jobs, you keep an eye on him. He’s so animated. It’s marked, the difference a handful of days makes—he paces back and forth, oscillating where Hank is static, following his trail of thought as if it were physical.
Neither notices you. The rude FBI agent doesn’t notice you either; too intent on getting into the Captain’s office, he chucks his ID at you with a cursory here you go, sweetheart and goes back to his phone.
The ID is fine. You let the jackass through, and hope he gets shouted down by Fowler, who could probably do with a good outlet for his repressed frustration.
You laugh, later, as two uniforms perform a dramatised version of Anderson’s right hook on Perkins, but it’s brittle. Your eyes are on the news, and the demonstration in the street, and the news anchor’s silent mouth framing the words what do they want? without listening to the answer. Connor had raced out of the station earlier, and caught your eye as he went. You hope he's okay, wherever he is.
*
“Excuse me.”
Brown eyes meet yours, familiar intensity tempered with... caution? Nerves? It’s hard to tell them apart on a face that was built to display but not feel.
Connor wears plain clothes with all the ease of a soldier. There’s no tie to straighten, so he clenches and unclenches his hand and lets his eyes wander. They find you smiling, tentative but warm behind your professional attitude.
“How can I help, Connor?”
He’s clearly unused to the question. It’s endearing, really, to watch him like this—the self-possessed turned self conscious, attempting to hide in the shadow projected by his own image, broadcast endlessly on the new cycles at Markus’ left hand.
“Is Lieutenant Anderson here?”
“No. I don’t think he will be, either. He left about an hour ago.”
When Connor sighs, you wonder if he picked that up to blend in with humans or to help him communicate better with them. Both, probably. His fist coils up again, but he gives you a slight smile as he turns to leave.
“Connor.”
He turns, mildly surprised, to face you when you call his name. His smile is late but warm.
With one hand you reach for his, and with the other you slide a business card into his palm. The touch seems to surprise him further, and he stares at your hand even as you withdraw it.
“If you’re looking for Hank, he’s here. Diner out on the edge of town. I thought you’d come by looking for him.”
You’re glad to notice that he doesn’t look as guarded as before. Connor’s not around every day, not anymore, but you see him often enough to watch him relax into himself—to laugh when you make a self-deprecating joke, or hold the door for Officer Miller’s excitable son. Instead, Connor seems thoughtful, like you handed him something heavier than a wedge of paper with a cartoon burger on it.
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”
To your surprise, he lingers. Spends enough time to ask you about your family, about the plant you keep on your desk, which you should water, by the way. You talk quietly with him about almost-dead houseplants, why you’re not allowed to play Monopoly at home over the holidays, and show him the family dog. All the while he’s leaning against the counter, one arm crooked atop it and grinning… you’re more than distracted. He leaves the foyer, eventually, but not your thoughts.
*
Laughter covers cheesy Christmas music. You’re wearing half your wine glass in the colour of your cheeks, but Connor thinks the flush becomes you.
You notice when he glances at you, and you smile in that shy, self-conscious way. He returns your smile, adjusting his posture to face you, and you turn away, pretending that you barely noticed, and noticeably trying not to check back. He basks in private amusement.
The party draws on a little long—someone pulls out a bottle of something strong and definitely against regulation, and when Connor leans down to ask you if you’d like another drink, you jump.
You’re never in danger of falling, of course. Inhuman arms encircle you and hold you steady against an equally inhuman body—and for the first time, Connor feels a response that correlates with your change in expression. The slow pull that binds you and builds to something far stronger than he’s felt before until letting you go is unthinkable.
He makes a plausible excuse for you to leave. The charge in the air grows to fevered sharpness, a harmonic buzz that doesn’t break until he has one hand in your hair, the other encircling your waist, and that insatiable need to get closer.
Connor doesn’t leave any of you untouched. When his kisses would deny you air, he leaves them in trails down your neck, then undoes a handful of buttons to continue down your chest, hands restless and hungry, so much warmer than you’d ever imagined, so much more demanding.
When he whispers I don’t want to wait, it’s as if he read your mind. A shiver runs through you when he parts your legs and leans his weight into you, pushing inside with a growl that thrills you.
You tense around him. It’s not intentional, but he grabs your chin and holds you still beneath him, feeling the burning heat of your shaky breath past his thumb. He caresses your lower lip, and when you realise you can’t nod, you whisper please, and reach for him with both hands, in case he doesn’t understand how much you want him.
Connor leans back and pulls out almost all the way. You whine loud, desperate and frustrated, until the hand on your face tightens, cutting off your mumbled demand and making way for the moan he fucks out of you.
His fingers claw your jaw and throat and it’s heaven: the sharpness against your skin, the deep pressure inside you, building with every rock of his hips, chased with a mouth that suffocates and teases you until you’re dizzy.
You feel heavy, waves of sensation breaking over your body with increasing frequency and intensity, and no outlet except your nails in Connor’s back, scratching until he presses in deep again. You tense, on purpose, and half-feel, half-hear the stuttering moan, then the frenzied motion of his body as he pushes himself to the brink and drags you with him, tangled and messy, sharing breaths, but sated at last.
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
Thinkong about how hot it would be to have Connor place you in a bicep lock while he's fucking you in doggy?? omg?? im going bonkers.
IM GOING BONKERS TOO omg. him learning that using some of his inhuman strength on you during intimate times can be used to his advantage, it doesn’t always have to end with the other person getting hurt. it’s a good lesson for connor to learn.
androids have always been seen as inferior and beneath humans, so to hold the power over you like this… his strong, solid arm locking you beneath him as he ruts into you hard and fast, leaving you with no where to run (although, really, why would you want to run away from him while he makes you feel this good?). he could so easily tighten his hold until you struggled to breathe, such a weak side effect of being human, while connor’s body could get ripped apart and still live. he doesn’t ever abuse your trust in him, besides, he enjoys the sound of your breaths turning to desperate panting and moaning, but… sometimes remembering the natural power imbalance between you both makes his processors fail for a moment and fuck you just that bit harder.
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