#There was this time where I’d completely overheated and all of the color cones in my eyes just stopped working I think

[gravedigest]

I need your fic(s) to be an animated series. I think that would fix me

You’re in luck, Madness Combat is an animated series!

Jk jk, if I had time, doing little animations where the guys are just chilling would be fun, I think.

[deviationdivine]

Bright Like the Sun (Request!)

Drabble!Roulette

TLDR: Summer in Detroit means spending a day in the park together until running into an old co-worker...

Word Count: 1,324

TW: None (Pure sunshine and roses mostly); Suggestive Android Licking (a.k.a the best kind)

A/N: Thank you for the love anon! You’re too cute. The two symbols you chose rolled you RK800-60 & fluff. Of course there’s my headcanon of him doubting himself even if it is a fluffy mess. Thanks for participating and sending me your mystery request! I’m free for more rolls.

Summer in Detroit appears to be a favorite if only because it pulls him further away from those cold months following end of revolution. Those were the same he awoke under control of a master program. Only orders moved him then. Content to obey and never question as his predecessor had.

Deviancy changes everything. Just ask him now.

He wonders if luck is more than a conceptual philosophy in humans. Sitting outside amid warm weather, bright and clear with zero rain in forecast drives happiness through his system. 

A shimmering blue sits stable on his temple. Reflecting sunlight off its surface turns the once bitter and lost android into a shining beacon. 

Freedom offers this kindness. He savors having choices. Free will astonishes him daily. Most of all it’s the soft laugh tinkling like the window chimes you favor at home spiking his eternal fascination. 

The sound is captivating. Lulling him to contentment, confidence ever growing with the love you held for him.

The android laughs with you swept up in a moment of pure bliss. There is nothing to do. No work at all to keep him long away from your sweet presence. Even if you both work in the same place but this android is so in love surviving a half hour in the precinct without receiving a text from you drives him to critical levels of stress. 

Why else does he carry a cell in his pocket at all times? Even advanced prototypes need a proper way of communication with their love. You laughed when he first told you that. It is a glorious laugh.

Leaning close to thread arms around your waist pulls both of you together. A sweet entanglement shows the whole world how in love an android and human truly are. 

A tiny peck atop your nose is ten times more than anyone can realize. Even if your affection is on display to an entire public park there is only a pair of chocolate eyes drowning your attention. One lone bench becomes a private sanctuary for the two of you.

A chorus of birds fills this tranquil space. Everything’s bright. No longer cold, no snow and somehow warmest thing is him. 

Pulling you up from bench lightens this day more. Watching the sway of your top in each fluid movement your body makes, fluttering fabric he wishes to tangle with his fingers. 

He slides them against your back consciously protective. An outside vendor draws your attention and that is where the android follows.

It is not long before you have a cold treat in hand to combat current heat. Temperatures do create interesting ways to see your beautiful, flush...

“Y/N? Is that you!?”

Cutting the closeness between you short draws a complete stop in the hand holding trek around park. Beautiful nature, sunny disposition and instantly it crashes at a familiar former member of the DPD. You sigh.

“Hey!” They approach with a faux smile. Obviously their departure from department left plenty of animosities against practically everybody that worked there. Highly advanced puppet droids included which brings out a perfectly snarky comment. “I didn’t know you were dating Connor.”

RK800-60’s expression melts much like the ice cream cone in your hand. An immediate swirl of red floods indicator making this day less pleasant than it begins. 

With you curling beside him, lost among freshly clean linen and skin softer than he deserves to feel; the android frowns even as he dips into early morning’s memory.

Part of him remains inadequate. Even if he came to the DPD after Connor somehow it was him you fell in love with. How? How can someone so amazingly human, gorgeous from within and without want a copy like him?

Doubt sows a tether inside and twists on his internal circuitry. Mistaking him for Connor frazzles him into the point of overheating and he doesn’t bother to correct. In fact every probability popping into his vision now leaves him searching for the best escape route with you.

The steadiness of your figure not moving when he attempts to untangle fingers from yours stills the entire bustle of park. He hardly has a chance to process.

“He’s not Connor.” Making it clear with a bit of an edge it’s obvious. At least it is to you because that comment about him is definitely on purpose. Never imagine running into this person again. 

Frankly it’s putting a wrench in your plans. The former co-worker knows damn well who you’re with. You don’t even have to lift attention up to him to know his LED is ablaze. 

“For someone who still held a position at the DPD directly after the revolution you have a poor attention span.” Giving it back equally cool means you won’t stand for him being belittled. “It’s a wonder you ever got any work done being so clueless in a police department.”

RK800-60’s lips part, cocking his head in awe at the sight of your former colleague’s ruddy complexion. They grew a shade of tomato. Shrinking back from their snarky comment only makes him…proud. There is also a delicious urge to pull you flush and devour your mouth.  

New Mission Parameter

Kiss Y/N until oxygen depletion 

“Oh. It’s that one.” Your ‘friend’ laughs in the underhanded comment. “Wow. I forgot. That’s right! It’s Connor’s duplicate that you had the hots for. I’m guessing it’s better than the original then? I mean.... It’d be like settling for generic department store brand over Prada. Cheap but has its uses.” 

Flashing colors invade the android’s indicator not settling to one hue. An insult that did not make sense in his analysis but…

“Funny. I was just thinking about how I have someone to be happy with. Unlike a miserable snob who thinks they can ruin somebody’s day with their pathetic attempt to insult my boyfriend.” 

“Y/N…”

You barely hear him. Nor do you realize what the heat’s done to the ice cream cone. Well, never mind. Sticky vanilla is dripping across fingers. 

Tearing you away from ripping a new one into them further, he grabs onto wrist stalling any moves to rectify the melting problem. Instead, his tongue slithers across digits swiping the frosty treat in a slow lick.

Your breath catches. Unaware of how rosy your face flushes but all too aware of his sly maneuver drawing your index finger into the cavern of his hot mouth. Keeping eye contact while sucking away vanilla snaps your every thread of self control. Best of all he doesn’t even care about witnesses.

“Oh my God! Androids are so gross!”

Laughter spills from your lips. Say goodbye to former work pal. Indulging this kinky routine of his, it’s not the first he’s put a tongue to use and licked something off. He’s very good at it too.

“You have some on your lip,” teasing him for full effect seals a heady kiss. Tasting ice cream on his artificial breath forces you to drop cone. No loss. It’s already ruined anyway.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He apologizes against your lips without actually feeling sorry for them. “Did I make them uncomfortable?”

“I’d say so.” Honestly who cares? Besides, he knew what he was doing. Why else do you find it so funny? 

“Do you want another cone to replace the one that melted?”

“Hmm.” Pondering more to his seemingly innocent question there’s no denying things are going to be sweet anyway. What else can you expect from this boy?

“How about we buy a whole tub of ice cream?” Twirling a finger against the soft material of his buttoned shirt adds an underlying promise for this evening. “For later.”

RK800-60’s lips easily curl into a tiny smirk. His arm snakes quickly to your waist to drag you from park. Rewarded with your laughter is the only soundtrack he desires because it is bright like the sun and its rays melted his cold, machine heart far better than any conversion.