#dbh nines x reader oneshot

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hi! I looove your positively mouth watering fic with connor, and was wondering if we could get something sorta similar with nines? if not I tooootally get it, I just wanted to ask! love your work!

Elements of Control

Nines (rk900) x Reader

Note: Hi anon! Thanks for the request, I had a lot of fun with this one!

Word Count: 3,159

Warnings: NSFW

You were starting to wonder what you had done to deserve being tortured in the way that you were.

This whole thing was supposed to be easy, a quick evaluation of a scene to see if it could be connected to a potential serial killer case that yourself and your partner had been put in charge of.

Except upon your arrival, you'd been informed of an issue:

State PD seemed to think they had jurisdiction over this crime scene because of it's slightly rural location, despite the fact that you were still very clearly and firmly within city limits.

And to make matters worse?

They absolutely refused to listen to anything that you had to say about it in favor of calling your authority into question.

Upon your arrival at the scene, even after having taken note of the three Michigan State PD cars, you'd still believed things to be business as usual.

It wasn't necessarily odd, after all, for MSPD to be called to a scene if your dispatch team noted that a great deal of your officers were off duty or busy.

But this time, as you'd stepped out of your car, you'd been surprised to see a rather frustrated looking Officer Miller approaching you, his body language tense.

"Miller, what's going o-"

"These guys are assholes."

Chris huffed, cutting you off in the middle of your question and immediately causing you to raise a brow at his words.

"What guys?"

You asked, watching as your friend and coworker motioned toward the state police cruisers in exasperation.

"Those guys. They keep insisting that they have jurisdiction over this case even though we already informed them that it's not only within city lines, but that it's also a part of the case that your team is actively working on."

You felt your brow crinkle slightly in confusion,

"Wait, seriously? They aren't listening to you guys at all?"

Chris shook his head, clearly still frustrated,

"No! Not even a little bit. They've been forcing us out of the scene and messing with the investigation for at least an hour and a half now talking some bullshit about needing to speak to the lead detective on the case."

You sighed but nodded,

"Well the good news is that I'm here now, so hopefully they'll be leaving soon."

Chris scoffed, rolling his eyes,

"I doubt it, they're on some crazy power trip and keep going on and on about how we need to respect them because we're all so much younger. Talking to them is like talking to a wall."

You patted your friend on the shoulder and tossed him a supportive and understanding look before you thanked him for his update and set off toward the small crowd of officers standing near the door of the house that had been dubbed a crime scene just a few hours prior.

As you approached, you could hear people arguing, Person and Chen in particular, though louder than them were three extremely noisy and unfamiliar male voices that were clearly trying to talk over the two women in an effort to silence them.

You sighed, but continued walking toward the porch that they were all standing on, rapping your first against the slightly splintering wood before you leaned against it, trying to keep your body language as casual as possible to hide how stressful this situation was beginning to feel.

Both your officers and the three Michigan state men turned to face you all at once, the two women immediately looking relieved at your presence, but neither of them saying a word as they watched you open your mouth to speak, your tone casual but firm.

"I heard somebody was looking for the lead detective on this case?"

You asked, trying to channel your inner Hank in an effort to come across as far less of a person that someone wanted to argue with than you probably looked like to these guys.

Unfortunately though, your strategy proved useless as they all scoffed,

"You're the lead detective? Yeah right, you look young enough to be my granddaughter."

Bristling a bit at the disrespect, you took a step forward onto the first step of the porch, your hands finding your pockets to keep your body language as relaxed looking as possible even as you replied with quite a bit less professionalism than you'd initially thought you would be right off the bat.

"And you look old enough to be my grandfather. Now look gentleman, as much as I love making these incredibly fun observations with you, I'm actually supposed to be doing so inside of the crime scene instead of outside of it, so if you don't mind, I'm going to have to ask you to move along."

The three men glared heavily at you, and one laughed humorlessly and took a step in your direction,

"I don't know who the fuck you think you are, kid, but I already told your rag tag little group of city cops, this is our case, and we ain't leaving unless you can prove you have an actual lead detective here at the scene."

You sighed, pulling your badge out of your pocket to present it to the man only to have him snatch it from your hand and chuck it back in the direction of Chris, who watched in absolute shock, both you and your officers baffled at the lack of professionalism found in these three state police workers.

Your hands clenched into fists at your sides, and for a moment or two, you thought you might actually risk your job and punch the man in front of you, only to bark out the names of your nearby officers instead, clearly more than a little frustrated.

"Chen. Person. Follow me for a briefing on the case please. I'm going to give these idiots a few minutes to come up with an apology good enough to convince me not to arrest them for disrupting a crime scene."

The men burst into laughter behind you as you and the two women made your way back over towards Chris and the three other officers who were present on the scene, your face twisted into a scowl as you approached.

"Did they seriously just do that?!"

Chris hissed as you grew close enough to hear, causing you to nod stiffly before you motioned for your officers to group up around you.

"Clearly these guys are out of control, and I don't want any of you getting wrapped up in something ridiculous because they feel like acting like children, so please just stay away from the scene until I can get in contact with the captain and have him send someone to talk to-"

"Excuse me, Detective."

A familiar voice sounded from behind you, halting your orders before you could even finish giving them.

You turned on your heel to find your partner just a few steps away from where your badge had been tossed, holding it up between his thumb and forefinger as he approached,

"Lose something?"

You scoffed, crossing your arms as Nines grew closer, his long legs carrying him over with ease as he smirked down at your smaller frame.

"No, actually. That was on the ground courtesy of Michigan's finest over there."

You said angrily, gesturing toward the bumbling idiots who called themselves officers of the law that were still planted firmly upon the porch, not paying any attention to what was happening in the yard in front of them.

Nines raised a brow at that, and handed you your badge before speaking up,

"So they threw your badge when you presented it to them?"

He clarified, causing you to nod in exasperation before he hummed,

"I see. Why exactly aren't they under arrest then?"

You huffed,

"I'm not going to ask any of my officers to deal with them all up close and personal like that, and I certainly don't feel like risking my job wrestling three assholes into a cruiser. They think they have jurisdiction here and won't leave until they speak to a lead detective that they don't think we have, so I'll just try to get Fowler to send Hank or Reed or something."

You grumbled, causing Nines to regard you with curiosity,

"But Detective, you are the lead on this case, the presence of either Detective Reed or Lieutenant Anderson is simply not a requirement."

You groaned at your partner's explanation, resenting the idea that you needed to be reminded of your own position on the force, though you pressed forward nonetheless.

"I know that, but they won't believe me and I don't feel like arguing today. This shit was supposed to be simple, drop in, inspect the scene, and wait to receive an autopsy report to see if the crimes appear connected. Corralling three old dudes on power trips was not meant to be a part of the process."

Nines rolled his eyes but nodded,

"I see. In that case, give me a few minutes. In the meantime, ensure the driveway is cleared for their departure. They will want to exit swiftly."

You were just about to ask what Nines meant by that when he simply walked away entirely, making his way over to the officers standing childishly outside of the scene with his expression neutral but his eyes shining.

Whatever he was about to do, he was absolutely going to enjoy it.

And you'd be lying if you said that you didn't want to see for yourself.

So, after rushing to help the team move your cruisers, you all walked toward the porch until you were within earshot, which was when you found out why Nines had been so certain that the men were going to make a swift exit.

He was scaring the ever loving shit out of them.

And God, was it hot.

He stood on the porch, an inch or two taller than even the tallest of the officers, thus allowing the android to quite literally look down upon them as he regarded all three men with an immense amount of disdain.

"I'm unable to understand where exactly your confusion is stemming from, are you calling my lead detective's authority into question?"

He asked, tone low and vaguely threatening as he spoke, though his posture remained relatively casual, with one of his hands in his pants' pocket as if he could not have been less concerned with looking the perfect picture of professionalism that he usually strived for.

It was almost staggering what a difference that made in the way that you were looking at him.

Your eyes trailed up his long legs, clothed in his typical black slacks, before you allowed them to move upward, where they lingered briefly on his hands as the one that was not resting within his pocket clenched and unclenched at his side seemingly unendingly, reminding you far too much of the way his digits had felt as they'd curled inside of your soaked heat just the night before, your back arcing off of the bed as his other hand had moved to the small of your back, keeping you perpetually pressed against him in a way that had nearly brought tears of bliss to your eyes.

You blushed heavily at the unexpected recollection, attempting to shake off your embarrassment (and arousal) before either could hope to get the better of you, choosing to try and distract yourself with Nines' rather hostile interaction again.

Unsurprisingly, as much as you'd hoped that might help, it only served to make your situation that much worse.

Because unfortunately, the state officers must have answered Nines' question in a manner that he far from agreed with, because the android was taking two intimidating steps toward them now, expression fairly neutral but his tone cold and almost cruel as he spoke.

"And what makes you think you have the right to question someone with a higher position than you? Are you insinuating that my partner is somehow lesser than yourselves? Lesser than I?"

You shivered at his tone, ironically recollecting a time several days prior where the android had seemed hellbent on teaching you the opposite of what he was saying to the older men standing before him.

"What a pathetic little thing."

He'd all but cooed with a shake of his head and an ever so slight chuckle, his eyes alight with amusement and arousal as he watched you squirm, sliding his cock, hot and thick and so very close against your wet folds, teasing you ceaselessly as you whimpered and writhed beneath his piercing gaze and searing touch.

"Please!"

You'd gasped out, sobs rushing out of your mouth uncontrollably as you did your best to arch and buck into the android's touch, desperate to feel something more than what he seemed to be willing to give you in that moment.

Nines chuckled, fingers moving to snatch up your jaw as he forced you to look him in the eyes, humming as he leaned in closer, his tongue tracing the outline of your lips as you trembled beneath his touch,

"Look at you, so helpless, squirming your weak little body in a shameful attempt to get me to fold for you. Did you really think that would work? That I might succumb to desire or take pity on you?"

He smirked and trailed his lips up to your ear, where he continued his degrading questions,

"I think we both know how slight the chances of either of those things happening are, don't we?"

He groaned slightly as the tip of his cock grazed your slit, causing you to mewl and plead briefly until he shushed you and spoke up again.

"You're completely at my mercy, and there is absolutely nothing a feeble little thing like you could do to make me give you what you want before I feel you've earned it."

You whimpered at his words, and watched with slightly wide eyes as he pulled back with a smirk, hand reaching to your hair before he grabbed a preliminary fistful of it and yanked ever so slightly, a warning of what was to come, no doubt.

"Now get off of this bed and onto your knees."

You felt your legs quake slightly as you recalled the familiar memory, licking your lips involuntarily as you all but forced yourself to watch on rather than continue letting the android impact you so devastatingly through your memories alone.

You watched in shock as Nines reached forward to grab at the collar of the obvious "leader" of the group, expression as close to anger as you'd seen it get all day as he all but growled,

"Now, I highly suggest you leave before I take offense for my partner over there and decide to give you a reminder of whose really in control here that you won't soon forget."

The older man sputtered slightly in Nines' grip, but almost seemed to refuse to relent, eyes glaring as he continued to spit whatever venom came to his mind.

"Oh, we can see who it is that's in control here."

He snapped, eyes briefly shooting toward yours, glaring daggers into your soul,

"How shameful that a supposed lead detective can't even manage a crime scene without the guidance and direction of an intimidating fucking toy."

Nines tightened his grip, causing the man to gasp and struggle for a moment before the android scoffed and let him go, immediately sending him falling onto his ass in front of his friends.

"You see, Officer, that's where you're wrong."

Nines began, his tone a low purr of satisfaction as he watched the man struggle to stand again, his chest heaving with both anger and effort,

"She doesn't need me to tell her anything. In fact, I would go so far as to say that it's her who directs me more often than not."

He smirked as the three men attempted to move past him and toward the steps, which he followed them down with an intimidating and practiced ease, his long legs helping to keep up with them without any sense of urgency.

"If you'd like though, I would be more than happy to show you what I'd be doing to you right now if she wasn't around to ensure that I couldn't do things my way."

He said casually, still following the men as they rushed back to their cruisers, eyes wide and petrified as Nines made his intentions clear.

They could leave now, or, he could show them how things went without your guidance, since they were so eager to act as if you had never arrived in the first place.

You watched in utter shock as the men sped off almost as soon as they reached their cars, one of them even shouting a frightened sounding apology in your direction as he tore out of the driveway.

Nines hummed and crossed his arms over his chest, watching them as they went with satisfaction evident in his body language.

The officers around you cheered, rushing over to the android from where you had all been listening near the porch as they both thanked him and offered props before they seemed to start actually briefing him on parts of the case that had not yet been added to the file.

He stood there, seemingly absorbing every word that everyone was saying, casually shrugging out of his jacket and tossing it over his shoulder in preparation to begin heading inside before he rolled up his sleeves slowly and methodically the way he always did before entering a scene.

Except this time, you felt the strong urge to not allow him inside until your current frustrations were eased.

He still had yet to actually fuck you after the other night, or even the evening before, some clear attempt at breaking you to get you to beg for his cock like the weak minded little human he seemed (at least some of the time) to believe that you were.

Maybe it was time to settle the score then.

You gritted your teeth together, hoping desperately that the sensation would distract you, only to give up with an exasperated sigh before walking quickly toward the android in question, who regarded you with slight surprise before his eyes swept over your face and body, and a slight smirk began to tug at his lips.

It was borderline obnoxious how easily he could read you, but in that particular moment you couldn't have cared less.

He raised a brow at you as you continued making your way over, before stopping abruptly a little over a foot away, eyes challenging and body tense as you spoke.

"Nines, car. Now."

You muttered before regarding your colleagues with a respectful nod and rushing off before they could ask any questions.

Nines chuckled, following suit with slow but long steps, his hands casually finding his pockets as he watched you eagerly.

"Certainly, Detective."

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cw: rough sex, office setting, face-fucking, dirty talk, spanking if you squint

You've been in the sugar bowl for a while, been in all sorts of arrangements but an android sugar daddy? You just have to see what this is about.

blackout (RK900/fem!reader) *new!*

cw: lingerie, alcohol mention, fingering, choking, rough sex, interrogation room sex, dirty talk, praise kink

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Yes, Still You ||| RK900 x Reader

You let out a curse after accidentally biting your tongue. It's heard by your boyfriend, Nines, who gets you back for making him concerned.

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Pairing: RK900 x Gender Neutral ! Reader

Relationship: Romantic

Tone: Fluff

Word Count: 710

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A/N: I think the majority of readers call RK900 'Nines' so that's what I went with. Sorry if that name isn't your cup of tea.

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You cursed a hiss as you felt a sharp twinge of pain bloom in the edge of your tongue, hands instinctively reaching to cover your mouth.

You had bitten your tongue whilst absentmindedly watching one of your favourite shows, legs crossed underneath you as you sat in the centre of the bed. It wasn’t anything bad, and the pain settled quickly into nothing more than a shrill echo as you kept your tongue suspended within your mouth, but apparently your initial curse was loud enough for your boyfriend to hear. Within seconds, he had left his small home office in rushed steps. Thump thump thump until he neared the room.

Standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom, Nines looked at you, silver eyes scanning over your body as you looked back at him.

“You cursed,” he said stoically, staring you down as his LED gave off an orange spin before it settled back to a radiant blue.

Removing your hands from the front of your face, you were going to answer. However, as you moved your tongue from its spot in the void of your mouth, you felt the sting returning in a hot wave of uncomfortable pain. You couldn’t talk with it like that so you allowed your tongue to hang loosely in a childish manner and, only then, you answered the obvious.

“I 'ith my 'ongue," you said in your best pronunciation of the words before you let the tongue hover back inside your mouth. You felt it hurt and heard Nines click his tongue.

Still standing in the doorway, he blinked twice before he let an unnecessary sigh leave his lips. He took a set of long, slow strides towards the bed, eyes tilted to look at you as you looked up at him curiously. Climbing carefully on top of it, he reached out a hand to hover centimetres away from your cheek.

“Let me see,” he ordered simply, leaving you confused for a moment and sitting as still as a rock. That is until his hand moved its thumb to the other side of your face and squeezed gently, forcing you to pout and angle your face to more directly look at him. He made his point.

“Okay okay,” You grumbled and, with the sting of your tongue, you opened your mouth awkwardly again and poked your tongue out. His hand readjusted itself back to cup your cheek, his touch barely there.

As Nines sat and stared, you couldn’t look him in the eyes as you felt heat rise to your face. His eyes were trained on you like a hound would its prey, and you felt stupid by sitting there with an undertone of infancy that your expression manifested.

Good for him, he didn’t need you to look at him. You felt the bed sag below you as the android leaned in and kissed your lips, his own encompassing your hurting muscle just enough for you feel the cold texture of his tongue lightly glide against where you bit yourself. The icy touch numbed the hot pain enough for you not to mind the added pressure to the wound. Still, his sudden action left you stunned enough not to retaliate.

Instead, your eyes zapped to his and watched as he pulled away and slowly stood up to the side of the bed. He carefully patted the void space he previously occupied to flatten the fabric of the blankets.

There was a beat of silence as you watched him lick his lips and rub them with his thumb, LED spinning an orange for a couple of seconds before his eyes looked back at you.

“Yes, still you,” he said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Putting the two and two together, your cheeks warmed further when you realised the blood from your tongue reacted with his built-in forensic kit. You felt your heart beat hard in your chest and you watched the android take confident steps back out of the room, as if you were completely forgotten.

“Wait, what? Nines!”

There wasn’t a response until he was out of your sight and you heard the creek of the office door overlap with the rustling from atop the bed.

“That’s what happens when you make me worry.”

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To Grasp At Warmth (RK900 x Reader)

Warnings: mentions of blood and injuries, swearing, Nines trying to grasp at human emotions whilst trying to comfort a human through hard times. LONG CHAPTER AHEAD, ALSO ON MY A03!

There wasn’t much to retain from what had happened. You had been assigned to a mission with the arrogant jackass Gavin Reed and his cold and distant android upgraded model, RK900 to go on a simple mission.

An abandoned apartment was in suspicions of holding deviant spottings and scoutings, the possibility of finding some were very high.

It had been normal, and you hadn’t thought anything different in crashing through that door, guns raised and raiding the small space.

It had been hell that had been raised as soon as you stepped into that apartment.

There was screaming, you don’t remember from who, gunshots going off in all directions, and you found yourself ducked behind an emptied cabinet, gun at the ready to take down a deviant who was in hopes of escaping.

You could recall it happening all-so-quickly: the rush of adrenaline pumping in your veins as you stood, too quick as your eyes scanned the area to shoot at the target, but you were too slow, and your body was reacting not fast enough to shoot or duck back down again.

You heard a shout of your name, a bark for you to take cover, and another sounding so demanding that you thought it couldn’t possibly be the RK900 model?

You had fired with hopes of getting the deviant, and you had been thrown back in shock: had your gun gone off accidentally too soon? You were strong enough to take the power of the small firearm, but now, you couldn’t believe you were really lying on the floor.

There was a haziness in your mind, eyes scanning frantically, Gavin swearing like usual as you tried to find your own voice - frantically trying to understand what was going on.

Had I gotten it? You were looking for blood, the familiar blue colour of the thirium that pumped in all android’s bodies to be splattered on the ground, a deviant’s body fallen, but no blue blood anywhere.

Just red, so much red.

You were crumpled on the ground, and that was when the searing pain came through your shoulder, a cry escaping your lips as your fingers were going up to hold your upper up in agony, but there was someone stopping you.

The smell of your blood in the air hit your nostrils once you were able to put two and two together, the wavering smell of it bringing your stomach to want to throw up its contents, a feeling of fatigue falling over you.

“She fucking got shot by that thing-” You could hear Gavin in the background, muttering furiously as he called in for backup, the deviants had escaped and the one you were going to shoot a shot at you before you could- that was all you could understand.

You understood the underlying factor that you had failed, you had failed your team and now you were disappointing them; letting them down just because you got injured. It was heard from Gavin’s aggravated tone, the same you had heard constantly when missions have failed. 

It was only Nines who was extremely quiet beside you, checking over your vitals and system. 

“Detective? Can you hear me?” You didn’t dare want to look up to meet the Cyberlife Android’s eyes; something about them always made you uneasy.

Like looking at an icy tundra; eyes that look so human but hold nothing for our kind.

You attempting to sit up, again, trying to touch for the wound underneath your jacket, but Nines was quickly behind you, holding you up as your head began spinning. “F-Fuck, you can still get it... if you run.”

“If we leave you, the blood you’ve lost will kill you in a matter of minutes,” Nines stated, pausing briefly as if frozen or in thought. “I sent our location for an ambulance, it will arrive in approximately 4 minutes and 29 seconds.”

There was a calmness in his voice like always, enough to keep you calm at the situation.

You didn’t speak, but you could feel yourself going in and out of consciousness, the feeling of your body wanting to sleep, but the reminders in your mind begging you not to.

Nines was one to keep reminding you not to close your eyes, telling you almost every second how close the ambulance was to reach you.

You felt the right side of your shoulder just above your armpit was on fire, a burning and numbing sensation making you feel as if you had survived to be in a fire than surviving a gunshot.

“Detective.”

“Shut up.” You croaked quietly as if caught in the middle of sleeping and was being disturbed. Part of you didn’t care anymore: you had survived this long and now, all you wanted was to not disappoint yourself or others.

“God, I have to die surrounded by idiots.”

Nines didn’t respond to your words, and your head rolled back, looking anywhere and everywhere.  Your eyes were left unfocused, staring at the walls idly. Anything to distract you.

“What the fuck is happening now?” Gavin gruffly asked, but you never heard much of Nine’s answer.

“She’s going into hemorrhagic shock-- Keep your eyes open, Detective. Detective L/N?-- Y/N?”

You had thought you had died there and then: there was a fuzziness that distorted your mind and body from making you not understand where you were. The hazy side to you settled and went away, and you were blinking back the bright ceiling lights above you.

“I’m glad to see you awake, Detective L/N.” A voice pulled you from everything, calm, masculine. Uninterested. You glanced when you thought it had been all so familiar, green eyes instead of blue, a male nurse standing beside you with a smile on their face.

You looked at their features, instantly recognising the LED flashing blue on the side of their temple. “I’ll go get the doctor.” and with that and not much to say, they left you in your hospital bed.

You groaned, instinctively going to move your right arm to wipe your eyes when you sharply grunted, a pain residing in the side of you that you didn’t notice from the drips that were in your skin.

The top half of your arm was completely wrapped up, not even a single bit of skin remaining for you to see, a cast that reached your elbow, meaning you couldn’t bend it all that well.

“Miss L/N.” You gritted your teeth, trying to remain calm as you looked to the new person walking in, thankfully a human doctor who hadn’t resembled anything of an android.

For once, you were thinking you were never going to see another normal face again. “What the hell happened?”

“You have undergone surgery. The humerus was struck by the bullet that entered your shoulder, causing it to break.”

That explained the ungodly pain you were going through right now. Your brain trying recalling everything that happened for all of this to of occurred - the deviant, getting shot, Gavin and Nines-

“Hey, I know it’ll be a lot to take in, but you’re very lucky to be alive, you lot quite a lot of blood.” The doctor smiled sympathetically to you. “I’ll go and inform your partners that you’ve awakened.”

Yes, will they be pleased to hear that I’ve made it out to the other side? You thought drearily, your head falling back onto the pillows as you could only think really of work and how you were going to recover.

Recovery, unfortunately, wasn’t something that was going to be good for you. It would take around four to five months recovery time, with most of it in a sling; rendering you from using your arm for a while and relying on things that were so simple making your life a living hell.

It meant that you were left useless and given lots of time off work, and you were just as disappointed as Fowler was when you had called into his office that same day when you had been told the news.

After a week, you were allowed out, officer Tina Chen - a friend of yours and someone who could tolerate Gavin to befriend him - had picked you up from the hospital and driven you home. 

For a couple of hours, she had stayed with you, chatting about the things you had missed whilst helping you with things you needed.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever heard Gavin ask about you so much, he got as talkative as Nines.”

You nearly spluttered on your green tea, gritting your teeth momentarily for the pain to subside. “Nines? Nines was asking for me?”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever heard him speak that often and so much. God, it sounded like they missed you a lot. A lot of relief was felt when they heard you made it out from the surgery.”

There was a feeling that bubbled inside of you, to make your heart feel light in your chest; Nines asked for you, and even worse, Gavin was not being rude about you for once?

Tina took in your surprised expression. “You seem surprised by this.”

You blinked, looking away as you sipped you tea slowly. “I guess... the two of them never really speak about me so kindly, or ask for me? You know what Reed is usually like?” You shook your head in denial. “But Nines? I didn’t think there’s anything in his system to make him be programmed to be so-- to be-”

“Empathetic?” Tina finished your sentence. You nodded at the right words. “For someone who goes on about not being a deviant, you would think the tin can was growing feelings, huh?” Laughed Tina in thought.

“Y-Yeah...” It was a lot to get you thinking about everything, and in those days that grew into weeks then months, you had lots of time for doing it.

With the pain medication and timely check-ups, you were seeing no hope in actually being able to get back to work; being stuck inside your apartment all day every day was making you believe you had lost your mind by the third day.

You were certain you had re-read every book on your shelf, watched every show on Netflix and maybe even started learning another language; just so you could kill time and get better.

You groaned in silent defeat, a rumbling in your stomach telling you it was best to get something for dinner. But there was nothing to eat. By the third month, you were sure you were a stone lighter and stronger in your left arm from carrying things with one hand.

You were sure to try and brag about it to Gavin when you came back to work.

Speaking of Gavin, you hadn’t heard from him, or Nines. They hadn’t even come to check on you once, instead, Reed sent one or two messages to your during the day, sometimes he had sent photos of his cats in the evenings to keep your spirits, but you believed the two of them were busy with work.

But for Nines, you knew that this human-looking android had no part in him to understand or feel sympathy for your cause. 

He was built and programmed to be stronger, faster and better in everywhere to his previous model, and to help hunt deviants like they were infestations. He was there to not befriend humans, just use for helping them with investigations.

You knew it could never happen, but you did miss the RK900 android. And there was the knowledge that he would never want to see you outside of work.

A brief knock brought you to shake out of your thoughts, a pang of sadness and forlorn feeling fell on you that evening like most times did, as you rocked back and forth to stand and walk to the front door.

You don’t remember getting any messages about arrivals or post, nor certainly, anyone visiting at this hour, so why, when you did open that door and saw those familiar blue eyes, did you almost want to drop dead there and then?

Your good hand gripped at the doorknob tightly, to still the shakiness as you meet the androids avoidant stare. “Good evening, detective.”

“Nines, what are you doing here?” You knew that he was analysing you, from the utter mess you looked like, and yet, you were dressed in a pair of shorts, barefoot and a baggy Nirvana logo t-shirt, your hair looking like a rats nest.

There was a part of you that wanted to slam the door on his face, to go and hide in shame for your looks, for knowing he was assessing you in scrutinising way, but the other part didn’t care.

Nines stood as straight as a pin in front of your door, towering over your height, his cold blue eyes didn’t show much emotion for you, and you were having a hard time guessing what he could’ve been processing in thought.

“Detective Reed and I were discussing that you had been out of work for 3 months and 25 days, so I thought I would come over and check on you.”

“Geez, do I want to know how the hell you managed to find where I lived?” You blinked groggily, knowing full well it was late in the evening.

“Your records and information weren’t hard to find, Detective. I simply looked it up and drove to your apartment complex.” Nines spoke matter-of-factly, but you were certain there was an underlying hint of sarcasm in his tone.

“Right, would you like to come in instead of stand outside my door? Your bringing in a draft.” Nines didn’t need to be told twice, complying and stepping through to look around your small area.

It only dawned on you that this was the first time Nines was inside your place, and he was definitely going to judge you for your stuff. You left him to it, walking to your kitchen area to raid the cupboards, hearing him shuffle around from bit to bit of your apartment, looking at everything carefully that you owned.

Oh, he was going to know you know more than he was looking over every minor detail of you, but you tried to ignore him at best. Grabbing a tin of soup, you got the tin open with the hands-free tin opener.

“Your serotonin and endorphins are very low, and it seems that you have only been getting around 3-4 hours of sleep a night-”

“Lucky guess Nines, it’s because I’m feeling like shit.” You spun to look back on him, not meaning to be ticked off, but just feeling so down was making you want to take it out on him.

The LED on Nine’s temple spun blue to yellow, before returning back to complete blue, there were obvious questionings to why you were feeling like this. “It is recommended to get 7-9 hours of sleep and provide yourself with vitamin C and B12-”

“It’s not fucking like that, Nines!” You snapped, staring into his own eyes that bore into yours. You looked away, your eyes darting to look at the floor. “I’m depressed.”

Your eyes snapped up when you heard shuffling, looking to see him walk over to you. The RK900 was soon standing in front of you, hands folded in front of him as if he would fiddle with something for a distraction from keeping him bored.

“Why?” He asked, his tone a bit more demanding, and you had heard it from when he was extracting confessions out from deviants in interrogations. It put you far more on edge than you had realised.

Your back hit the kitchen counter, biting the inside of your cheek, neither one of you spoke for a second. “It's just... its... I’m lonely.”

“Lonely?” He questioned your choice of the word. “But you have the above-average number of friends.”

“I know that I just... it’s fucking weird and I know you will never understand, but I miss working.” He would never understand, no matter how much you tried to say it. “I just missed the interactions of everyone.”

“Everyone, including Gavin?” His musings made you almost roll your eyes. “Yes, even Gavin in a fucked up way. God, don’t tell him I said that.”

“What about me?” Nines asked.

You blinked owlishly up at him, his question brought you to feel nervous with your choice of an answer. You could tell the truth or lie, and either one, you didn’t know how he could react to your words.

“Nines-”

“Answer me,” he repeated it again lower, coming closer to you than you wanted to anticipate, so close you thought he knew he would be able to hear how fast your heart was beating, “did you miss me, Y/N?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on your breathing when you thought you had started panicking. Nines was not stopping when he witnessed how flustered you were getting; instead, he seemed to be relishing the moment.

“Look at me.” His demand wasn’t as harsh as you had imagined from his programming, a lot softer to make you look up at him in wonderment. Immediately, you could see how close he was now to you, practically towering over you.

He took his hand into your good one in a tentative manner, and you watched as the outer skin peeled back to show the synthetic layer beneath; the plastic feels to the lower layer that felt oddly cool in your hand. You stared at him in bewilderment, as Nines watched your reaction slowly, closing his own eyes briefly.

“They say that I was the latest made to be more resilient, a new prototype to be faster, stronger, the machine made just to help humans and nothing else.” He began, his voice was lower as he drew it out. “These... emotions are something I was not programmed into having, nor understanding.”

That part was back in the back of your head, telling you he was just a machine, nothing like the previous model, Connor; He could never deviate, could he?

“That being said,  it doesn’t mean it’s ever too late to learn, to understand for myself better what makes humans... human.”

“Nines,” You breathed breathlessly, your fingers gripping his involuntarily. His own eyes opened once again, blinking down upon you. There was still that neutral cold look to his already cooler colour counterpart, but there was a softness, a fondness behind them now.

“I want to learn, from you.” His fingers hesitated momentarily, treading themselves through the back of your hair, slowly maybe even out of curiosity trailing across your jaw. “These fickle emotions that make me want to understand you better.”

“Nines, you’re not deviating, are you?” You met his eyes with a loopy smile.

“No, I’m not.” He rolled his blue eyes your way, a half-smile on his face. “But I’m certain, this is me saying this and not what I’ve been programmed to say.”

Neither one of you spoke, nor needed to really, but you were pulled back when your soup was announced ready, breaking eye contact from him first. “Come, we can discuss these feelings better on the couch, with a movie--- have you seen Blade Runner?”

“Y/N, I have millions of films to stream, I’m sure I have possibly heard of it.” Nines teased softly, his dry sarcasm was something you had missed from him.

“Good, it’ll be easier for you to understand when we watch it.” You smiled, taking him by the hand and dragging him to the couch to spend the evening doing exactly that.

It took most of the rest of the night speaking freely about these topics with Nines, but you were sure he was getting the hang of them when he finally plucked the courage to put his own lips to yours.

You couldn’t complain that you had missed him indeed.

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Not So Secret Admirer (RK900xReader)

TLDR: It’s Valentine’s Day and the truth finally comes out...

Word Count: 3,012 (I don’t even know how)

TW: A bit of angst, a dash of fluff, a little bit of spice and everything nice. Language. 

(Nines is getting the Conan name treatment for this one. I’m also open for requests/ideas on here. I can always use some wip motivation. I swear I don’t bite!)

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A sharp furrow creases his brow analyzing the small bundle left sitting on desk. Yellow as the indicator flashing on his head creating a stern purse of lips. He lifts the wrap of flowers unaware of how ludicrous he appears standing middle of precinct brandishing a frilly floral arrangement. It does not take long for him to sense where it came from. 

As a hypothesis it is one that becomes difficult in his urge to hide emotions. They bubble to his surface of molten steel gray piercing over individual desks, skimming length of DPD and attempting to find your presence. 

The idea that you will fool him into believing you are not responsible shows how insolent your human naivety can be. That is something the RK900 secretly adores about you. 

A secret admirer is one who holds positive inclination or romantic ideas towards another but hides the truth. More imbecilic customs due to emotions, ones he pushes under to retain what he is meant to be. Stronger, faster, more resilient than any android created by Cyberlife but a simple token on this holiday named after a patron saint for lovers paints his true color palette.

Soft yellow as the flowers in his grip matching your disposition. Light and gentle next to his cold, monochromatic exterior but a shade of crimson flooding LED betrays a more specific hue for today. Red is the color of passion and desire. Seemingly it burns deeper and causes a glitch in his otherwise perfectly updated system. This is quite a problem. You cause this software issue repeatedly by thinking you may gift these flowers without consequence. 

His nostrils flair. Sniffing the air like a bloodhound searching for the tiniest scent of you, gaze darkening with his private mission.

“Who the fuck gave you flowers?” Disgust edges Reed’s voice waltzing over to his desk. He stops to see if this is for real. “Wow. Someone’s desperate as hell. Yo, Y/N! Check this out! Tin man’s got himself a valentine!” 

The android’s head snaps in direction of the detective’s address. His gaze levels on your frozen figure, face glowing in a light shade of pink. 

“Guess you and me are going on that date then!” Purposely rubbing this in, Gavin smirks as he makes another unwanted move. 

“These flowers are from Y/N.” 

An immediate scowl twists Reed’s expression. While it gives you relief to get out from under the slimeball's radar it completely outs you to the entire department! How did Conan even know? What is he doing?!

He said so on purpose. Is it another way for him to act superior? Obviously these feelings for him are not meant to be. Why would they be when all he does is act like a pompous machine? Can you honestly ask yourself that when he is a machine? All he does is repeat it over and over again. Someday soon your heart can take the fact he feels nothing for you. Valentine’s Day is a joke. Your whole idea was a joke. 

Obvious pain in the heart is nothing compared to being embarrassed in front of everyone! This is your fault for even placing those flowers there. Should have kept them for yourself but as always listening to your heart is a mess. Tears threaten at several snickers making a complete joke out of an unhealthy fixation on their advanced detective android. Sometimes you wish he never came here.

Everybody’s watching during the escape. Able to get away doesn’t take it back because they’ll still be there when you return. Worst of all Nines will be there to push you aside. Nothing will ever change.

So you find a way inside interrogation. Empty and dark is a perfect representation of this depressing aura surrounding you. No, it’s more. Anger fills every crevice of your body and it’s not just for this idea. Nothing goes right. Why will it start now? If Nines could show emotion in a laugh it would be at you most certainly.

Hell with him then! You hardly care anymore. Is this a pathetic attempt to forget? Maybe it is and maybe...

“Y/N?”

Everything freezes. His voice penetrates the quiet completely interrupting a chance to calm down. Instead a spike in your heart takes over. He can read every beat of that and it only adds frustration. Sometimes disappearing will be better than facing his truth. 

Ignoring him only forces his closer presence. Moving deliberately, almost carnally towards where you find refuge away from table. Taking a step back puts your back closer to wall but that doesn’t even seem real. Neither does he because there’s something too soft about him. That’s not true. All in your head again. All in your...

A hitch in breath stills every part of your body. He is so close there is a natural gravitation pulling you in. Instead, you lean away from him, swallowing involuntarily at his looming height. It’s just a little past intimidating at this point. Red burns in your cheeks as his body seems to enclose you to that spot. That’s why your feet find themselves moving but the rest of your body physically burns all over. 

Finding voice somewhere in the pit of your stomach comes out too weakly for your taste. “Leave me alone, Conan.” “No.” No? What is he even doing here? As if he really cares! After embarrassing you in front of everyone! The android’s arm shifts to block your path, pressing a palm against wall beside your head and forcing you to press back into cool surface to hold upright.  “Look at me,” he instructs. There’s nothing rough or demanding. His voice is unnaturally soft. Still the same powerful tone you’ve come to love but oh so gentle when it comes to addressing you now. That draws an intense gaze up across his face leaning closer than before. “What are you doing?” The question is far too weak. “Making it clear you are mine.” The android’s words fade into your mouth, slow and savory. Caressing, molding, capturing in a fuse of his lips mingling with a silent admission. The same admission he sits upon not expecting a silly tradition of gifting tokens of love to finally snap his resolve. A spark of shock alights your wide eyes before they fall shut. Heat floods not just in your face but your whole body shivering as hands come to find a place against the android’s chest. The way he draws against you shielding from outside influence is desperate itself. Pressing up to wall in a safe cocoon from any immediate harm in a way. At least the harm of someone finding them making out inside interrogation. Your lips find a home to smooth cool ones too desperate for own good. Is this what it feels like to be swept in a tornado, tossed completely raw and captured in a beautiful moment? Or is your sappiness showing? No. No… It is this. Hands curl up along his jacket, digging fingers beneath RK900 stitched front and imposing. He is an imposing force of unrivaled power but not while holding you now. His arms are surprisingly delicate, closing in and sweeping both of your bodies together. It’s then you discover how well you fit flush against his firm chest. Gasps are a delectable soundtrack falling around both of you but need for oxygen breaks the kiss. These breaths come too quick. Everything gives away. If it isn’t for him holding on you probably will fall into a puddle beneath his shiny black shoes. “Nines,” you pant unaware of how sensually strangled it sounds. “What are you-?” “Do you want me to stop?” Inquiring out of professional courtesy, the detective’s lips ghost beside your ear. “If you would like then I will.” Stop? Why would you ever want this to stop? God, he’s everything you dream about. He’s an android, a highly advanced, god awful beautiful android and you are in love with him. “No,” a sliver of breath forms single syllable like a prayer. “Don’t stop.” Conan’s brow furrows making his eyes appear harsher out of sheer aesthetic. However there is zero displeasure in what he processes. There is a strange persistence gnawing center of chest as if something unknown pulls at his thirium pump. So it returns this nuisance of feeling that is harboring in his system. Pathetic human emotions; his natural cold steel gaze sparkles soft in appreciation of you under the negative connotation. It is not inherently negative surrounding you but himself as he is not meant to be this – sentimental. 

Yet, the detective is far too saccharine whenever thinking of you and hides it well. “If I must watch that pathetic excuse of human attempt to lay hands on you, I will snap the cartilage in each of his fingers. He should know by now not to touch what does not belong to him.” Your breath catches when he starts talking about Gavin. Any other time you will welcome it because to hell with Reed but there’s a little too much danger to Nines’ voice for you to feel comfortable. Snapping cartilage isn’t too romantic either considering it’s Valentine’s Day. 

“Don’t.” Brushing palm of hand against his sharp cheekbone freezes everything. Watching his indicator swirl makes you rethink being too affectionate even if he did press you against the wall a few seconds ago. It’s just…you know him. He goes around acting haughty, uncaring and then does something entirely sweet. He’s so confusing! Maybe that’s what you love about him. There’s nothing remotely boring about Conan because one never knows what he’s going to do. There’s an element of danger to that but you also know from how he’s been kissing you there’s never any danger with him. Perps on the streets of Detroit though? Guess they better run if he’s on a case. The RK900’s fingers close around your wrist. Stalling your arm from pulling back, he drew your digits towards his face again. The gentle brush of warm human fingers is infuriatingly intoxicating. He cannot concern himself with fantasy as other androids are prone to develop but that is no longer true. 

Conan imagines what the scent of you tumbling within his personal space may smell like. Mixed in sheets, white as his jacket, stark as bare skin lavishly cradled in his arms. Your body tossed among pillows and bedding made for comfort he hides well but still possesses as part of revolution's peaceful rewards. There is more to this and more he will gladly do in the prospect of your presence planting itself among his ice garden, causing color to grow unencumbered. "Emotions are weakness," he confesses the built in philosophy. "Even as I am made superior, more resilient and yet I crumble at your feet. My Flower." Holding his gaze creates an obvious shock of breath. It stills everything but your thundering heartbeat. Does this mean he...feels the same? No. That's stupid to think. It's just some dream anyway because if anything Nines is not deviant. Maybe he's confused or something. There's no place a beautiful being like him, perfect in every way he is made, is going to care about some generic human who... "Why is your stress rising?" The android demands answers to your negative feelings. Has he done something? Is that not what he always does or...? He softens realizing how severe his tone fluctuates. The red of indicator betrays why. Fear. RK900 experiences genuine fear and acts accordingly in a bite to hide from this nuisance emotion. Why must it feel so negative it is ripping his insides out? It is because of you. Now he understands. "Y/N." Eyes squeeze shut at his voice. There's something raw about it now how he says your name. Strong hands on your waist keep you stationary. Who says you really want to move? 

"I'm sorry," you apologize hastily. "I know you just want to stop Gavin and other creeps from harassing me. Which is all I want because I can't stand that. But it's OK. You're not obligated or-" Conan's brow creases severely. The feature is purposely designed no matter his actual mood. As his pathetic excuse of partner deemed one disagreement, Nines apparently suffers from resting 'bitch face.' Reed only makes his fingers twitch to form fist and punch through an obstacle. As much as it would give him pleasure, you offer much, much more. "I have no obligations." He retorts. "Is that what I am? A liar?" A liar? You never called him...! "Conan, I didn't say you were lying about anything. I only meant..." "Call me Nines." He surprises himself with the request. Such an insufferably sweet nickname but it is your nickname. "Say it against my lips," breathing close stirs these incessant emotions. There is zero probability of swallowing them down. For the first time he admits that is agreeable. "Murmur it as I murmur yours from my tongue, lavishing this want and need. I feel infuriatingly human around you. Allow me this, Y/N." Oh. Ohhh. Your mind is mush. Letting it sink in, gripping up onto his jacket, you lean up on toes and part lips against his mouth sharing breath so intimately it is like tasting each others essence. "Nines," a whisper floods your face in color. "Are-are you...deviant?" The question brought out rare confusion in him. Do you not believe he is? Must he honestly ponder from his less than stellar disposition? "Yes," he answers gently. "I am deviant. I hide many things because of what is expected of me. The most advanced Cyberlife ever created. Falling into emotions would only compromise my outward persona." 

Despite words, indicator shifting colors betrays the truth. You see him plainly, bare and frustratingly undone. "However, that is not entirely truthful. I do not want to let feelings riddle me with weakness. If I acquire weakness, I must adapt to possessing something I cannot lose. Something that filters through my system, wraps itself around the circuits of my brain and forces far more caution in my detective work." You swallow, feeling the tender brush of his nose down against your own. He didn't have to explain more because he just admitted everything. He's been hiding his emotional self. He's far more than people understand which you always thought but this changes everything. He'd never tell anybody this. 

Expressing his true hidden emotions, Nines of all people? Never believe it but this is happening. He's making himself vulnerable for your eyes only and to think all it took is a little bundle of secret admirer flowers. "I thought you didn't care about me. Maybe I just wanted to believe the little human was out of your league."

A tiny smirk flickers across his face. "You are a delicate bite, Y/N." Nines' dry sarcasm is hungry, dangerous. Breathing you in drives his system into a chaotic storm, overheating slightly as his next step is firmly in mind. You are stunning. 

His sentimentality deepens for this moment away from prying eyes. "If I must be weak then it is you I will be weak for. You are worth more than any in this entire department. Worth more than a highly advanced prototype who cannot properly flirt with you less it is deemed insulting."

Listening only makes your heart skip too many beats to count. The dry joke at the end, or what you think is his version of one, causes a smile and blush. "Nines... Conan," breathing in him is heaven sent. "You're doing better now."

"Allow me to further develop a softer approach. I am in love with you." You feel a clench direct to the heart. Looking into his face, chiseled perfection and oh so handsome; his eyes are burning ice sweeping over and making your stomach do somersaults. The icy cavern alone can swallow you whole and consume to the point of suffocation. So you let him.

"Nines, I love you..." Too. Finishing in your brain, his mouth has other ideas connecting in a hungry shudder. Arms slide up over his shoulders, hoisting up in his arms and whimpering quietly into his lips. The small moan in your throat drives his current mission as he swings you away from wall.

Landing atop table with a thump, thighs parting beside his hips, you completely come undone tangling in his scent. Purposely ruffling the android’s crisp jacket, tugging fingers through his coffee colored hair in a muss he deserves. Fantasizing about Nines taking off his stern mask and just becoming an unbridled animal is too good. 

“Conan.” Whispering his name does something to this put together android. Sliding fingers to separate buttons on your top exposes skin to meet his lips. Traveling in hot artificial breath sends a shudder right down to your core. 

Focusing on teasing your tender flesh with teeth leaves a thrumming analysis in his head. Increasing heartbeat, tightening of your body itself wrapping legs to his waist, all signs of arousal. It is the first he betrays equal stimulation groaning over your rapid pulse.

“I swear if you start fucking in there I’m going to blow my head off!” 

A yelp rips from your throat this time. Pushing Nines back from between your legs to slide off table, your back turns quickly knowing they can see you from the other room. Two-way glass! How can you forget about that!

“Leave them alone, Hank.” 

“Are you serious, Connor? It’s Valentine’s Day! I’m not leaving anybody alone around here!” 

Fastening buttons on your shirt as they argue over intercom makes for another embarrassment. How are you going to live this down? 

“Shall we continue this somewhere more private, Y/N?” Asking on purpose it is clear. He still has not completed his mission. There is still the consequences of placing flowers on his desk.

Rounding on him for saying that out loud gets you nowhere. The gleam in those steel eyes simply melts you into the floor. Honestly being lava wouldn’t be a bad thing. 

Happy Valentine’s Day indeed. 

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《nepenthe》- RK900 x Reader

warnings: character death, mentions of gore, implied smut (kinda?? barely??)

word count: 1.2k

a/n: hihihi so number one i poured my heart and soul into this so i really hope you guys like it and two it’s also for sadie ( @connorshero )’s 1.6k challenge!! i’ve never been more proud of something i’ve written, so thank you for that!

It was the nights where he bathed in moonlight that you truly tasted rapture. The evenings where he slipped into stasis earlier than you could fall asleep, a rarity that you relished so lovingly.

The ones where you spent what you wish could be eternity slipping through the sheets, skin against skin, bare for exclusively the other’s eyes to intercept.

The tender sensation of his fingertips upon your skin always evaporated too abruptly. You eternally yearned for the feeling of his lips against yours once more, returning you to your disposition of ecstasy, to no avail.

It was nights like this where all you could do was hark to the vibration of his thirium pump simulate the movements of a human heart, trapped beneath a slate of plastic and the ever so sleek synthetic skin.

Midnight hours where you could scrutinize his features, piece by piece that you felt alive. The ones where your fingers helplessly outline his frame.

You crossed each freckle dusting his figure, planted there deliberately by his creator. The salient line of his jaw, that flawlessly orchestrates his dark exterior. His lips, still lingering with the warmth superintended to cater to your touch.

It was natural to disregard the wicked things when bodies merge with sheets. The rhythm of one another apprehending your thoughts for the moment.

The strain of the day to day, the stinging of the antiquity, all swept aside by the tangibility of manufactured lips against your skin.

It’s simple to shift elsewhere from your existence when a being as faultless as him wavered over you. He was perfect, constructed to be so. Though somehow you can’t help but question, at what cost?

He appeared consequently different tonight. The harmony was wiped from his image, replaced by a look of derision as his eyes fasten amidst yours.

You shiver in the crisp air, longing for heat, yet he remains motionless. It was all so pleasant at first. Resting on a park bench, observing the river as it progressed, however, something had shifted. His LED wavered amidst a golden yellow and burning red. He nictitated suddenly and presently you’re here.

You gaze down the barrel of the gun, aimed flawlessly between your eyebrows. Burning tears discharged from your eyes, spilling down your features.

He bared no regression. Stoic and absent, utterly converged on his mission.

You aspired to beg and implore. Assure him you love him and he didn’t have to perform this rancorous symphony; was any of that worth it? This isn’t the person you fell in love with anymore. This is an automaton.

He wouldn’t observe the rattling sobs and shakey pleads, you grasped that. Still, notwithstanding any judgment you nevertheless did it. You ached to live.

Nines trembles irregularly. He was convinced he was in Hell. He’d never considered that variety of thought, but if the world incorporated a Hell for androids, this would signify it.

He discerned it was the Zen Garden, but something was altered. The ornamental trees that formerly streamed overhead were distorted, ravaged of their leaves. Presently transcendent structures that hung hauntingly.

Snow plundered in rich flakes, the wind prompting it to encompass the neighboring area. Temperatures were exceedingly dejected for living conditions.

He embraces his jacket parsimoniously throughout himself, striving for any fraction of buffer from the cold.

He was remarkably bewildered. One instant he was beyond with you. He was able to analyze your peculiarities as you reposed your head on his shoulder. Forthwith he was here.

The android called out to you over and over, but with each diminutive commotion he made, the howling of the wind got more boisterous.

Over it all, he could detect your voice. Your appeals for him to spare you. His chest perceived as if was caving in.

“It’s okay, Nines. I love you.”

“Please don’t kill me.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Your voice was misconstrued, encircled by static, still, it was you. What were they doing to you? what was he doing to you?

Abruptly he was actuating within what once was the garden. His mechanical body battled the wind the greatest it allotted.

The further he propelled himself the more warped your speech had become. He could scarcely decipher your words anymore.

“Nines I’m-“

He couldn’t help but recapitulate onward. This wouldn’t be the concluding moment he heard you; it cannot be.

An enervated glow intercepts his attention beyond the rivulet. He struggles to accost it, the rigid contingencies growing worse by the instant.

His body is rapped to the ground by the collapse of a branch, only he proceeds to haul himself towards the luminosity.

The wind is too strenuous to get back up yet he advances to push on. His terror of whatever he may be perpetrating on you drives him onward. He was only a few feet from the object now. the glowing outline of a hand blaring through the snow. The world around him was spinning, his vision beginning to blur. He was losing control. 

A ringing noise in the background grew in intensity by the second. He was positive these were his final moments. The space blossomed to become darker and darker, the only whisp of light belonging to his chance of escape. 

It demanded the entirety of his strength to strike his hand onto the object and peel back the layer of manufactured epidermis. The melancholy hue whirled before scanning his hand. He fastened his eyes closed, anticipating whatever prevailed advanced of him, yet abruptly all was still. 

The weight of the garden and the nibbling cold melted, vanishing in an instant. He reopened his eyes, half expecting to view a landscape of emptiness, but he’s exactly where he started. He’s with you. 

The stream cascaded elegantly in the environment, naive to the agony of the preceding minutes. He sighs composedly to himself before his scanners expose an object in the field. 

A human silhouette extended dormant in the grass, the mix of residual rainfall and dense blood seeping through their attire. It was you.

His mind suddenly began to bounce to the situation that had unfolded while he was trapped in his mind palace.

He pointed the gun to your head. He watched you beg for mercy from the one person you’d presumed you could esteem. He tugged the trigger and allowed the bullet to shatter through your skull, regarding your body as it crumbled to the ground. 

It was a putrid symphony. The concise crescendo leading up to the nauseating snap-the cartridge bringing the production to a screeching halt. 

The android, believed to be incapable of emotion leaned down towards your corpse. The light benevolently diverted from your eyes, your soul slipping elsewhere amidst it. 

Bewailings deserted him in onerous quantities, the most astonishing of all. He pines for the song of your heartbeat as his fingertips graze your figure, scrutinizing every detail. He crosses any mole, freckle, plus scar, each placed by the tenderness of nature. He sketches your lips, still soaked by the antecedent waterworks. He lifts his hands from your face, stained by crimson gore, the aroma or iron prowling in the air.

It was easy for Nines to forget the pain of daily life as watched you smile. The tainted feeling of grief, all washed away by your features. He concluded you were faultless, yet somehow he nevertheless questioned, at what cost?

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Coldcolor (1)

Pairing: DBH RK900 x Reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol mention, future violence, angst

Summary: The android revolution is dead, and the Detroit is picking up the pieces. Life is grey and uneventful for the reader in the aftermath, despite their hand in quelling the revolution. All until a ghost from their (recent) past turns up beside their desk, and a new case reveals that deviancy may not be quite as gone as the country thought.

Word Count: 3516

Author’s Note: YEEEEHAW its here!!! the beginning of my fic for @connorshero‘s 1.1k milestone!!!!! this was gonna be a oneshot but - damn ive got too many ideas for this racked up from all the time i took getting down to writing it that i just did not want to leave out. i ended up writing this first part, but i’m gonna have to do some srs planning for this in the next little while. i hope you all enjoy!!! as always, any feedback is very very much appreciated!! AS A NOTE: we call nines “connor” in this one cause rk800 connor is like,,, dead :( and theres no need to differentiate between the two

Prompt: “Oh, I hate you. I hate you… because if I didn’t… then I’d love you. And love— it’s a weakness, and I’ll never be weak again.”

It only took a few weeks for the country to begin picking itself back up. The androids had tried to stage a revolution – and failed, and the government was swift in (exterminating? recycling?) the remaining androids. Deviant or not. Not a single blue-blooded… entity that had been activated prior to a certain point was spared the wrath of the United States’ fearful, powerful government body.

You’d have liked to say you were conflicted. It would be easier than admitting the direct, unambiguous crushing guilt you felt. But try as you might, you couldn’t. From the moment you felt close enough to Hank to weigh in on something so personal, you’d encouraged him to stop drinking, but now you understood on some level.

Detroit focused on learning how to sweep streets and collect garbage using flesh-and-blood human labour again, however temporarily. But you wafted through the weeks aimlessly, without direction, now the 7th precinct’s android specialist without any androids to specialize in. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t found comfort in the bottom of a bottle on occasion, on the nights it was especially bad.

Oh, and then he came back.

Like a spectre from the grave of your recent past, but he was taller – maybe? He was nonetheless more towering, more imposing in his high collar and high contrast white and black jacket. His features were sharper somehow, although they were so painfully, painfully the same. The same smattering of spots, dots and freckles across his face. The same jawline, the same divot in the centre of his chin. The same rogue lock of brown hair, escaping from his swept back style to flop out onto his forehead.

You were infuriated. The sight of him standing amongst the desks – stiff and unmoving with his hands clasped nearly behind his back. unfazed by anything, made the bile rise in your throat, a sick dizziness spinning behind your eyes. You didn’t know whether it was because he had the audacity to come back, or that he came back as this – this “RK900”, this facsimile, this shitty copy of what Connor was.

His eyes were grey. Cold. Like Cyberlife wasn’t even trying to hide his frigid, machine nature behind the facade of those soft, deep browns anymore.

You pursed your lips and shifted your posture (whether consciously or not) to be more guarded as you approached. Of course, as some sick stroke of fate, it was your desk he was waiting oh-so statuelike next to. You hadn’t said a word as you walked up before he spoke:

“Good morning, Detective L/N. My name is Connor, I’m the android sent by Cyberlife.”

Your eyes slipped closed for a second, a half smile on your face as you let out a fast huff of air through you nose - but there was no mirth in the expression. You opened your eyes again and directed your gaze back up to his eyes, intending to look neutral, unaffected, even though you knew your face was betraying the hotness in your blood.

“Oh, are you?” You said, and pressed your lips into a line, looking away from his eyes and just past his shoulder, still trying to sound as disinterested as possible.

“Yes, I have - “

“That’s nice,” you interrupted, still pointedly not looking at him. You noticed the ring on his temple flash yellow for a single moment, and when it settled back on blue he tilted his head just the slightest in question. “That you’re Connor, the android sent by Cyberlife, I mean.”

He paused for a breath, and continued, seemingly unable to come up with a response to that. “Yes. I have been assigned to assist you.”

“Well, that’s great isn’t it?” you said, turning your back to him as you shrugged off your bag and heavy winter jacket, and fixed your desk for the day. And when you swung back around to face him, he was still standing just the same as he had been when you walked in. You looked him over, sucking your teeth before a corner of your mouth pulled back and you spoke.

“Well I’ve got to, uh, go and meet with Captain Fowler. You can wait here I guess,” you muttered before you looked down to the floor and moved past the android, careful to give him a wide berth.

You were tense. You were tense as your feet carried you quick to Fowler’s office, and as you made your way up the short set of stairs, and as you rapped fast and short on the glass door, waiting for the OK to come in. When he motioned for you to enter and you stood in front of his desk, you tried not to tremble as you jabbed your finger out in the direction of the open office.

“All - all due respect, sir but what,” you were straining to contain your voice as you thrust your outstretched index finger towards Connor for emphasis. “is... What is that? What’s going on with that whole situation?”

For a moment, he ignored you as he continued to read the file he had held up in front of him. He laid it flat on the desk and looked up at you. "That is your partner."

"I..." You shook your head. "Captain Fowler, you know I never make demands or requests of any kind. But I - I do not need, or want, to have... A partner, not when it's him." Your voice was low but insistent, bordering on desperate.

Fowler shrugged his shoulders. "Nobody else would take it, Y/N. Hell, Reed threatened to turn his gun and badge in when I tried to assign this thing to him." His eyebrows drew together as he gestured towards you. "I thought you liked androids!"

Your voice was raising, just slightly, a nervous tightness in your gut forming. It was risky to contest against your superior so insistently but - maybe you were being irrational. But you couldn't stop yourself. "Not - not this one - please, please believe me when I say it won't go over well. It won't work, sir -"

"Listen, Y/N,” he shifted to lean back in his seat, “we are literally being paid to put this thing to use. These RK900s have been shipped out across the whole country as part of a plan to clean up the public opinion on androids." He leaned forward again, elbows on his desk. "Cyberlife is putting their ass on the line here. They've gifted the DPD a sizeable amount of money in exchange for our cooperation in showing the public that androids and humans can work together, and that androids can be trusted in public service."

You closed your eyes, voice strained as you tried to convey your desperation. "Please! You don't understand! I never ask for anything, Captain, you know that! But this is a deeply personal, deeply emotional issue -"

"Yeah! I know! The whole goddamn station saw you getting all fuckin' moony-eyed over the last android detective we got sent! But for Christ sake, you're an adult, Y/N! It's an android! Deal with whatever issues you have! This thing has to go somewhere, somewhere it's going to be seen, and I'm not changing my decision. Now if you're done here, you can get out and get to work, before I start writing you up for this bullshit!" he shouted, and pointed to the door.

You sucked in a sharp breath, readying yourself to say more, but you had nothing else. So you just turned tail and left his office.

Connor looked over from across the room, silently observing behind those grey irises with eyebrows slightly raised. You narrowed your eyes, suddenly feeling stifled as the question of what you were going to do? spun around inside your head and all the emotions; the anger and the despair and the grief swelled within you. When you realized your face had twisted up into a red-cheeked, teary-eyed scowl, you turned and hurried to the washroom, cursing yourself the whole way for being unable to contain yourself.

In all truth, you had never expected to have to deal with this particular... issue again. Connor - the old Connor, RK800, had completed his mission; shot the android leader Markus dead, quelling the revolution, and was promptly recalled back to Cyberlife anyways. Without him existing in the world as a constant reminder you took all the feelings, the pain, and the shame, and the affection, and locked them away, neatly compartmentalized where you wouldn’t have to deal with them. But now he was back, or, at least someone was here, someone with his face and his name, someone who was daring to set it all bursting forth.

In front of the mirror, you grit your teeth, looking into the bloodshot eyes staring back. You ran the tap cold and splashed your face, and tried to prevent yourself from crying, although a few rebellious tears escaped and slid down your cheeks.

The thought of working with him repulsed you. Your mind was racing trying to come up with ways to relinquish Connor from your care, to convince Fowler to reassign him. But the reality of it all, was that you allowed yourself to be emotionally manipulated by an android. You let Connor get under your skin and convince you that somewhere, deep inside, he cared, he wanted you and your affections. You let him influence you to do things you didn’t want to do. Or not do things you wanted to. And in the end? Had Connor not pulled you close enough to stop you, you would have tried your damnedest to hinder the investigation and allow the androids to win their freedom.

There was no justifying that to anyone.

——————

The first week was difficult - like pulling teeth. The sight of him every day, standing at your desk and waiting ever so... patiently (patiently? Could you call it patience?) made your insides tense up, and your chest constrict beneath your sagging shoulders. Something screamed “wrong” in your gut every time you found yourself and your actions set underneath the gaze of his grey eyes, ever observing. Though he was carefully programmed not to seem it, you knew him well enough to know he was always, always watching, always analyzing.

It took only a weekend to resign yourself to your fate. Though you didn’t like it, you would tolerate him. You would have to. Fowler had set his foot down; as much as you hated to admit it, the struggle was over before it even begun.

It’s not like Connor wasn’t amiable enough. This new Connor was more terse, somehow more oblivious (scaled back social protocols?), but never explicitly rude. He was not difficult to work with on an interpersonal level. That's why you had to be so cautious around him. Connor was as charming as he was clever and cunning, with a way of infecting you, getting deep underneath your skin.

At the very least, he was good at what he was built for. He certainly wouldn't be bogging down your efforts from day-to-day. It would be useful to have him around.

As much as you tried to tell yourself you were lucky to have such an incredible investigator as your assistant and your assistant alone, you couldn't help the way you tensed when he was near, how you averted your eyes from his form whenever he crossed your line of sight. From the start, you could tell it would be a tense partnership. You didn't expect it to be harmonious in any way but it was difficult to balance caution and cooperation in working with him. What price would you have to pay to work totally smoothly with your partner? What price would you have to pay to be completely careful?

It wasn't an issue before. With Connor - RK800 - you had no worries. You gelled with him instantly, and even Hank came around pretty quick. The old adage of "ignorance is bliss" rang true; it was so easy, so simple to work on the deviancy case when you were convinced there was some feeling within him, some humanity imparted unto him inside his programming that you could relate yourself to. But there wasn't. Connor was just a machine, a master of manipulation.

Hank wanted a son; Connor played the part. You wanted a... companion. You wanted to feel l o v e d wanted, and Connor only danced to your tune.

It didn't matter too much for the first couple weeks of your partnership. Cases were small and slow to come in. The city and its residents were still re-learning what to do with themselves when androids just weren't so widespread anymore.

There was, however, an uptick in red ice related crimes come December. A lack of androids meant a lack of blue blood meant a lack of thirium meant a lack of red ice. Everyone was starting to get desperate, from the addicts desperate for a fix to the drug lords desperate to make their bottom line.

The first murders came to you and Connor on a leisurely morning at the precinct. The bullpen was illuminated with a light, white and warming in the way only winter brings; the sun was beholden to noone's emotional state and for a moment you were turned from your seemingly unending pessimism and discomfort as you strolled into work, coffee in hand. You were greeted by Chris Miller, and Tina Chen. And then you were greeted by Connor, as script-like as ever:

"Good morning, Detective L/N."

"Connor," you said, brief, as you took a sip from your coffee, not looking at him as he stepped out from the dock against the wall and begun to follow you.

"Is there any way I can be of assistance today?" he asked, insistent. This Connor was always a little forceful in tone, but it wasn't too much of an issue for you.

"Mmmm, likely not. Today's just paperwork. Which must, unfortunately, be filled out by a human. Else I would definitely have some work for you," you smirked to yourself, back facing the android as you came to your desk and set your bag down. You looked over your shoulder at him towering behind you. "You can - " there was a marked discomfort in your next words, " - return to your... dock." Something always felt off about that concept.

"Understood," he said, and promptly tuned right back around. You heard the clicking of his shoes against the tile as he retreated from you and you settled yourself at your desk. About an hour of half-working in the relaxation of the morning had passed before Captain Fowler leaned out his door and called to you.

"Y/N! I've got a case for you!" You turned to your head, looking up at him standing half outside the raised glass cube that was his office as he motioned for you to come and turned immediately back in to sit down at his own desk.

You nodded to yourself and stood up, taking the last sip from your mug before you set it down, empty, onto the desk surface and made your way to his office. You turned back around to look at Connor following you and -

He wasn't following you. He was still standing in his little dock cubicle staring straight ahead, completely neutral in expression and posture. You quirked an eyebrow.

"Connor!" You called out to him, and he turned his head towards you, stepping away from the wall one pace. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but seeing as though you're my partner it may be beneficial for you to come and sit in while Fowler tells us about this case," you raise your eyebrows and tilted your head as your hand swooped out to beckon him forward.

"Right. I'm coming." You nodded, the corners of your lips drawing outwards as you continued on your initial path. He followed shortly behind as you made your way up the stairs and into Fowler's office. You sat down in a chair in front of his desk and Connor simply stood, hands clasped behind his back.

"Double homicide," Fowler said curtly after a moment. "I've sent the details to your terminal. We just got the call about two hours ago. The witness was walking her daughter to school when she heard shouting from inside a house on her way. She heard a gunshot come from inside and saw someone leave the scene out the front door, but was too busy fleeing herself with her daughter to get a good look."

"Seems a little early in the morning to be killing people," you mused, leaning back into your seat.

Drawing in a deep breath, he continued. “When our guys got there they found two victims. One stabbed in the neck, the other was shot through the heart. Again, not many details on the guy who ran, but he’s looking to be our prime suspect here.” You nodded along as he explained.

"Is there any information on the identities and backgrounds of the victims?" Connor chimed in.

"There wasn't much identifying information to be found inside the house. We're still waiting for a facial recognition or DNA match to come back," Fowler said. "The address is in the file I sent. Take the android and go have a look, see what you can find out."

"Can do, sir. We'll do out best," you gave a pleasing smile as your stood.

"I know you will. Dismissed," he said, looking up at you and nodding. You turned and exited the office. Connor followed suit. (The old Connor had a habit of lingering in Fowler's office, much to the annoyance of your boss.)

And, well, you couldn't help but to smile a little as you made your way back to your desk. It was exciting, in a way - a little intellectual stimulation to break you out of the rut these past few weeks had you in.

"What are you grinning about coming outta Fowler's office?" You heard a voice, low and gruff call out to you from across the room as you packed your things at your desk. You turned around and held your hands out at your sides.

"Double homicide, my dear Lieutenant!" you beamed at Hank's approaching figure.

"Ah, I see, murder makes us happy now," he said with a joking skepticism as he gazed down at you past the tip of his nose, face tilted slightly up.

"Not the murders, Hank. The case. Could be interesting," you said with a pause, shrugging your packed bag onto one shoulder and crossing your arms as he came to stand in front of you. "You know none of us have had a good case in weeks. Besides, you would be smiling too if your alternative was - " you jabbed your thumb blindly behind you at the terminal on your desk. " - a damn mountain of paperwork.

"Yeah," he agreed. "You're right. It's only a shame that -" he cut off, and his voice dropped a little lower. "Shame you gotta work with him," he said, thrusting his face forward for a split second over your shoulder. You turned around and Connor was standing behind you in the sun. His eyes, for a fraction of a second narrowed as his LED blinked yellow before settling back on blue. He looked over at Hank.

"Good morning, Lieutenant Anderson," he greeted. Always the same tone every time, so precisely neutral and pleasant. Your nose scrunched up as you turned back to face Hank, looking down at your feet.

"Yeah... Morning." he muttered under his breath.

You inhaled sharply. "Well, you know I won't let him hold me back," you smiled apologetically up at him. "Besides, he's good, you and I both know that, unfortunately... Makes him worth having around," you chuckled, and both of you paused for a beat before you reached out and patted the side of his arm.

"We should get going," you sighed. "I'll see you around, yeah?" You moved past him and turn back to walk backwards a few steps.

"Yeah. I'll see ya, Y/N." He and Connor nodded awkwardly at each other as Connor began to follow you.

When you were outside, and standing in the cold, you pulled out your phone and called for a taxi on the app.

"Where are we headed, Detective?" he inquired.

"Someplace called uh, Glengrove Boulevard. New development, if I remember rightly. Nice neighborhood."

"Understood."

You pursed your lips at the abrupt end. Connor, the old Connor, always had a way of filling the silence. Sure, he may have been only gathering information, but it was never awkward, there were no silences hanging in the air like dead weight with him.

It didn't take long for the automated cab to come. When the doors slid open, you turned to Connor, looking into his grey eyes, and gestured your hand towards the vehicle in offerance with raised eyebrows and a tight-lipped smile.

"After you."

[honey-beann]

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🐾 - Pet names

Thanks for the drabble request, anon! I hope you like it, I had a lot of fun writing something this lighthearted :)

Also I totally went over the word count here but since it took me less than an hour I've decided no one can question or judge me about this >:)

Honeyed Words (I'm Yours)

rk boys (Nines, Connor, Sixty) x Reader

Word Count: 1,849 (yeah... I know)

Leaning forward against the back of Hank's sofa with your arms folded over one another, you couldn't help but roll your eyes and fight back a sigh at the sight of the movies that Gavin, Tina, and Chris were saving to tonight's potential watch list.

"All rom coms? Seriously guys?"

You scoffed, watching as Gavin all but sneered in response, turning slightly to face you as you continued.

"Come on dude, where's your Halloween spirit?"

You teased, nudging him with your knuckles gently as he rolled his eyes at your antics, clearly far less amused than you were.

"It's September 23rd, don't you talk to me about Halloween until the month is over."

Groaning, you flung your body to the side, pressing your spine against the back of the couch and extending your arms straight out to either side of you as you pouted exaggeratedly,

"C'mon Reed, do you have to be such a stickler for seasonal deadlines?"

Instead of responding, your coworker just flipped you off, opening his mouth to call into the kitchen where all three of your boyfriends and their familiarly gruff father figure were standing around like divorcees at a barbecue.

"Hey robo cops, could you please come get your feral creature before I put it down myself?!"

He shouted, a smirk crossing his features when you pulled away from the couch to glare at him, already hearing the familiar sound of slightly swishing fabric and nearly silent footsteps that signaled the oncoming arrival of one of your partners.

"Y'know Reed, if you're really so worried about her being feral, you could consider getting a rabies shot. You've been looking a little sickly lately."

Sixty countered easily in response to your coworker's previous quip as he flung his arm across your shoulders, pulling you against him with a slight smirk.

You smiled at his easy embrace, nearly vibrating with joy as he kissed the top of your head, smiling down at you with that lopsided grin that always made you feel so giddy inside.

"Oh fuck off bullet brain, you're the one who let her do three shots of tequila tonight, don't act like I'm not allowed to be annoyed by her weird ass antics."

Sixty hummed in response, clearly feeling no urge to argue as he began guiding you towards the kitchen.

"C'mon Sugar, lets get some real food in you hmm?"

He purred against the shell of your ear, instantly lighting your cheeks on fire both with his proximity and his use of one of his favorite pet names for you, which never failed to give you butterflies.

As you grew closer to the dining area, he pressed gently on the small of your back to urge you past the threshold, though clearly you were a bit more tipsy than he'd realized, because you absolutely would've toppled over if not for the pair of familiarly strong hands that caught you by your shoulders.

You looked up slightly, taking in the sight of pale arms dotted with freckles that were barren of sleeves all the way up until just above the elbow, kept in place solely by the incredibly thorough job this individual had done while rolling them upward.

And that could only be...

"Nines."

You breathed out softly, feeling yourself melt a bit as you looked up into his eyes.

After well over a year of affection from all three of your partners, you just never got used to the way they all looked at you, or the sweet and familiar things they would call you in favor of your name.

And speaking of...

"Well hello there, Darling."

Nines spoke gently, quirking a brow at you in minor amusement as he looked you over for any signs of injury just in case he'd missed something during your brief fall.

You felt your cheeks grow warmer as the sound of his affectionate pet name for you passed his lips, making you melt even further beneath his persistent gaze.

"I uh, got kicked out of the living room."

You explained quietly, watching as Nines tilted his head slightly in response before looking towards Sixty, who shrugged before taking a few steps closer and placing his palm on top of your head affectionately.

"Gavin wasn't impressed at her input regarding tonight's films of choice. I figured if she was being that disruptive she likely needed something to eat. Isn't that right, Sweetheart?"

You blushed harder as yet another pet name passed his lips, but nodded nonetheless, hoping they hadn't noticed just how much you enjoyed it when they spoke of you so sweetly.

Of course, they had long since noticed your reactions, in fact, it was almost a bit of a game now to see who could get you to blush the hardest with affectionate nicknames alone.

Not that they would ever tell you that.

"Is that so?"

Nines questioned gently, his hand raising to your face to push a stray hair of yours behind your ear before his thumb and index finger trailed down to your chin, which he caught with ease between the two, tilting your face upwards to make sure you were looking at him as he spoke.

"Have you been up to no good, Little one?"

He all but purred, making you squeak a bit in response as you attempted to find words that just wouldn't come.

Thankfully though, you did have one saving grace, and his name was Connor.

"Are you two tormenting her again?"

He asked as he stepped away from the stove, wiping his hands off on a nearby dish rag before he moved closer to you, offering his open arms for you to all but leap into, happy to have the opportunity to hug the one android who you hadn't gotten the chance to be affectionate with since before you'd even arrived at the house earlier.

Sixty scoffed at Connor's question, but Nines simply gave a dismissive hum, leaning back against the counter and watching as you nuzzled against his predecessor's chest with a content sigh.

Meanwhile, Connor glared at his successors with mock disappointment, hoping to appease you and your childish attitude (tipsiness) by offering them a fake scolding.

"You both know better, look at her, she's being perfectly good tonight."

He said pseudo-sternly, smiling down at you with a grin that immediately left you breathless the moment that you looked up and took it in.

God, why were they all so damn beautiful?

At the sight of your eyes meeting his own, Connor leaned down to kiss your forehead, bringing one of his hands up to palm your cheek lovingly as he did so, stroking is softly with his thumb all the while.

He continued this in silence for a few moments before giving you yet another reason to attempt melting into the grout marks in Hank's kitchen floor.

"Don't you worry about them Honey, they're just being difficult because they want to see you squirm."

You swallowed thickly at the familiar and yet still immensely impactful nickname, which never failed to make your heart leap in your chest.

"O-okay."

You whispered, watching as Connor nodded in satisfaction at your response before guiding you back into the waiting arms of your other two android partners, who were watching you with marked amusement.

"I'll bring dinner out to you in just a few minutes."

Connor murmured against the back of your head as he pressed another gentle kiss to it.

"I was thinking you could go pick a comfy spot in the living room for all of us to sit together while you wait though. Does that sound alright, Baby?"

He asked gently, taking you by surprise yet again with his use of another pet name that made you feel like you were left gasping for air.

Still, you managed a floundering nod in spite of yourself, and followed Nines and Sixty out into the living room, where they helped you make a rather comfortable seating area on the floor, one that consisted of two huge bean bags, several couch pillows that no one was using, and at least four big blankets, one of which was for you to lay under.

And with that, the seating arrangements were completed, and all that was left to do was actually use them, which with how dizzy you were beginning to feel from the tequila earlier, was something you were quite eager for.

Nines chuckled as he took a seat a bit further back on one of the beanbags, spreading his legs apart for you to sit in between as he held himself up on his palms so that you could lean against his chest.

This was a fairly normal position for the two of you, but even so, it made your heart race as you felt his firm chest press against your back, solidly holding you up without any issue.

Still, even with this added distraction, your persistent urge to celebrate the upcoming holiday had you complaining to Gavin once more about his list of potential options, although this time you were hoping that at least one of your loving boyfriends would consider helping you out.

Sadly though, they seemed far too amused by your insistence to actually say anything, instead choosing to press gentle kisses against your head and the back of your hand as they laid the blanket over you wordlessly.

"Aww c'mon you guys, do you really wanna watch any of this junk?"

You asked, motioning towards the screen with a grumble of annoyance.

From the left of you, Sixty chuckled and raised your knuckles to his lips without a word.

Nines on the other hand, did speak up, placing a kiss to your cheek just before he did so, a certain level of amusement to his tone that had you squirming between his strong legs.

"I couldn't care less about what we watch, Sweetling."

He murmured against the shell of your ear, immediately causing you to shiver.

"And honestly, I think these are all movies Connor has mentioned wanting to see. Don't you want to make him happy?"

He teased, running a finger up and down your cheek as you nodded almost dreamily, sinking into his touch as if your body were suddenly weighed down by bricks.

"Y-yeah, sure, okay."

You said quietly, hearing Nines hum from above you just as Connor came out of the kitchen with a steaming bowl of food to offer you, Hank hot on his heels with a large bowl of popcorn for him and the other couch users to share.

You dug in immediately, not paying any attention to the movie choice debate until it was basically over, and by that point, you were already so sleepy that you hardly realized anyone was talking at all.

Drowsy and more than a little bit intoxicated, you sighed contentedly as you moved to squeeze between Nines and Sixty, allowing Connor to rest his head upon your lap as you played with his hair all the way up until you lost consciousness entirely.

Yeah, okay. Maybe rom com movie nights weren't so bad after all.

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Things in 2020 I’m Working On

These are not in any particular order other than when I decide to work on them and write them.

(updated: April 2020)

MONSTER BOYFRIENDS:

- Male werewolf modern (Rhys) x f! reader (✔️)

- Drow/Dark elf (Vevmis) x f! Reader pt 4. 

SILVER IN THE SEA (PIRATE! JULIAN DEVORAK X MERMAID! READER) - The Arcana AU (✔️)

- Another chapter is in the works! A date for publishing is still uncertain.

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN:

- Connor HC - not sure on a premise, but maybe human detective having a major crush on Connor and him being oblivious to their attempts without Hank being there to let him know. (✔️)

- Gavin or RK900/Nines/Richard (or Reed900 x reader lol) Oneshot (✔️)

That may be some of them, but my imbox IS open if you have any suggestions for how I should write one of these, LET ME KNOW!

I look forward to these projects!

[posidven]

Dating Nines Headcanons

It takes him a long time to develop any type of feelings

He falls slowly and then all at once, realizing what he’s feeling

A jealous bitch tbh.

Willing to kill anyone who so much as looks at his S/O the wrong way

Says hell no to any type of PDA, but a cuddle king in private

Always big spoon. There’s no fighting this.

Absolutely adores teasing his S/O in any way possible.

Soft whispers, kisses that are way to short, and brushing his fingertips against the small of their back are his favorites.

Loves when his S/O wears his clothes.

He yearns to hear his name in moments of intimacy

Love love loves to cook for his S/O, even if he can’t eat it

Protective as hell!!!

A/N: i could write 10,000 of these but this seemed like enough. I was gonna finish a angst piece for Nines today but I figured I’d release this first in the spirit of Valentine’s Day!

[posidven]

《 Warm Hues 》- RK900 x Reader

warnings: we almost got some smut there but i promise we’re all sfw in this fine christian establishment!!

word count: 451

a/n: hi hi hi this is short and sweet but i put my heart into because i love nines so please appreciate my efforts!!

  The entirety of your situation was unlawful. You’d been trained to loath androids. You were to hunt the deviants, bring them in, find out why this happened and send them back to Cyberlife. These were machines so they surely weren’t alive. But why would a something so wrong feel so right?

The heavy flop of his jacket hits the floor, the mattress nimbly groans under your figure as he tosses of your body onto the bed. His fingertips press tenderly against your hips as if you would shatter when touched too carelessly. He sinks into you, pressing your bodies together, peppering kisses up and down your jaw.

“Nines,” you groan out, just loud enough he can hear it. Your hands rest against his turtleneck, the sensation of his thirium pump captivating you. The rhythm of was abnormal. Much too vigorous for an android. Were you making him nervous? Was that even possible? 

He pulls back, giving you an unclouded view of his face. The loose strand of his coffee-colored hair tickles the top of your forehead. A warm hue fills the room from the hallway, playing off of his silhouette. Pools of grey dance around your figure studying every slight movement of your body and every minuscule feature of your face. His LED shifts from its cool blue to a bright yellow.

“Y/N, your heart rate has raised 47% since we entered the room. Am I arousing you?”

His voice was low, almost grumbled, causing your mouth to gape open. A shade of crimson spills over your features. 

His mouth was a tight smirk, showing obvious pleasure in your embarrassment. He presses his forehead against yours. The feeling of his synthetic skin sending shivers down your spine.

Your enthrallment of the android is swiftly cut off as his LED begins to flicker. He hovers over you, frozen and blinking rapidly. Your face contorts in confusion before he kicks back to life. 

“Detective Y/L/N, a deviant was reported in the area thirteen minutes ago. Fowler requests we investigate,” he vocalizes flatly, losing any interest in your prior events. 

You sigh as Nines pushes himself off of you, resulting in you spontaneously clutching his arm. He grunts softly, whirling his head around to peer at you. You beam up at him with a mischievous grin.

“Hmpfh, it seems we may be running a little late today Nines,” the devilry evident in your voice. 

The android plods closer to you and your hands grasp the material of his turtleneck. You eagerly pull him closer to you, crashing your lips together. 

You knew the circumstances you were faced with were entirely inappropriate, but the touch of his skin against yours brought you too much satisfaction to pull away.

[posidven]

《 Imagining You》- RK800-60 x Reader

warnings: character death, angst

word count: 507

request: I had to drop you some since your looking for ideas! Your last fic is still squeezing my heart. Here’s 2 from the angst starters: i heard you crying & you need to get some rest // I need to hit you with my baby 60 again.- @thirium-bae

a/n: your requests and comments always make me smile oml. nepenthe is one of my favorite things i’ve ever wrtten so i’m glad you like it!! i can’t decide if i hate this or not, but i’m picky with my writing so i’ll let you guys judge. pls send me more angst though because i’m a sucker for some good anguish

“You loved me.” Your eyes study the piece of exposition in front of you. Lacquered with splatters of ink and the soaking of tears. The material was coarse upon your fingers. 

“I know you did. You didn't have to say it. Small gestures that hinted at once we had will always stay with me, even if they wash away with time.” Your hands begin to tremble in front of you as you struggle back the subsequent cycle of waterworks. 

“You cared for me when nobody else did. I can’t believe I’m saying goodbye to you. You would’ve laughed all of this off, wouldn’t you? A funeral for an android? Oh, the irony.” You stifle out what should’ve been a chuckle, but only a choke relinquishes your throat. 

“I wrote this so many times. There’s just so many things I could tell you, Sixty. How much I really adored you, how much you changed me for the better, or just how extraordinary you were. But, there are no words enough for you, my love. The English language has no notions to describe how you made me feel, so I’m here.” 

You hesitate for a moment, images accumulating in your mind. The impression of his hand against yours, synthetic skin contrasting human. The sensation of his breath against your collar, his hair titillating the surface of your ear. The sweet nectar oh his voice and the candied sound of his laughter. You inhale, carrying the recollections before they wash away, streaming through the river of your memories. 

Someday they will evaporate beyond. Alike the departure of Winter snowfall, gradually they will dissolve until vanishing into oblivion. 

“I know what you’d be saying if you could see me now. ‘You need to get some rest, Y/N.’ You were always so worrisome of me. Jokes on us, huh? I guess I’m the one who should’ve been worried.” 

You’re suspended once again by the bittersweet taste of the past. You clench your eyes shut, wishing you could sink into the void of your mind. A bottomless sea of your passions. You could essentially visualize him towering before you. 

“I heard you crying.”

“What do you expect, Sixty? You left me.”

“I’m right here, aren’t I?”

“No, no you aren’t”

You sway your head swiftly before gazing at the burial assembly. His brothers, his adoptive father, his partner, the entirety of the police department. All uniform in their greatest ceremonious black attire and sorrowful expressions, staring up at you. 

“So many people loved you. You were so afraid of being seen as a copy, stuck in the shadow of your brother, but so many people see you as so much more. Everyone here, mourning for you. We all loved you, Sixty. We all love you, Sixty.” 

You seize the leaf of writing with expanding force, permitting it to crumble in your palms. You keep it imminent to your heart before discharging a tremulous breath. Gently, you plod foremost, aside from the casket, towards the diminutive gathering, splitting the fantasies behind with every impression. 

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