#rk900 au

[nudziarino]

[vladlen4i]

Artwork I made for Synthetic Touch, a ReverseAu 9G Zine on Twitter(X) Make sure to check them out!! Also massive thanks to all the amazing modes and supportive team!! Special thanks to @cptjh-arts 💙

[pixelglassblock]

突然想起来这个reverse au 还没在汤上发过

[samishin]

"Hey Nines, check out this sample👅"

Quick doodle for an Oops!All Androids AU :>

[faxaway]

sharp teeth nines yay or nay

[backwaterr]

ghost au where only nines can see gavin

[ebigeso]

ponies

[noshowscon]

*reed900 reverse au*

GV900: any other stupid questions?

Nines: no

Nines: actually yes. Why'd they make you look so rat ugly?

[tasbcl]

read this fic by chaos_thirium on ao3 (actually. I’ve been binge reading all of their fics) and it got me thinkin……….

connor + nines x reader

(warning: 18+. werewolf shit. mentions of breeding. don’t like don’t read.)

Connor and Nines being werewolves is so GGRGRRGGRGRGR

Imagine finding two large wolves in the middle of a desolate road you so happened to be driving down, torn up and thin and weak. You couldn’t leave them there, they’d die, and you knew wolves were only dangerous if you gave them a reason to be threatened by you. You find a bottle of water and some dog-friendly snacks in your car, pull over and inch closer to them cautiously. They can’t even move, they just curl up next to each other, almost as if they’re waiting for death to take them.

They’re wary of you, but you lay down the snacks on the ground next to them and hope they eat. After some reluctance, they seem to sense your kindness, and start chewing at the snacks. The one with the piercing grey eyes growls at the other when it inched too close to his share of the food.

Not knowing what to do, you decide taking them to your lonely home nearby the woods would be your best bet at saving them. You worry for a moment on how you’d be able to get them in the car (they were pretty big after all, and not exactly tame dogs). But somehow, they simply know to follow you, and jump into the back of the car of their own volition.

They’re respectful to your home, shockingly, not tearing up your sofa or play fighting. Just merely sniffing around and growing accustomed to their new surroundings. You’d bring them to a vet the next day, you think to yourself, although you feared the bill bringing in two massive wolves would cost you. It was worth it you remind yourself, they’re innocent wild animals who were pretty low in numbers anyway, and deserved to live.

So of course you freak the fuck out when it turns out they’re probably not innocent wild animals. You come out of the bathroom after your shower and find two fully grown (and admittedly very attractive) men sitting on the couch together, naked, with a blanket they’d found covering them. They’re covered in scars and look battered, but before you make a move to run, you notice their eyes, and the lack of wolves that had been in this very room before you’d left them. Icy grey, and the other a warm brown, just like the two wolves. Covered in wounds, just like the two wolves. And of course, they look similar, just like the two wolves.

It’s pretty obvious, but you don’t believe it, until they start talking to you. They tell you that yes, it’s them, and the pretty brown-eyed one explains to you what happened to them and how they ended up on that lonely road on the brink of death together.

You keep them around. Of course you keep them, although you definitely debate your sanity as you choose to do so. But what else could you do? Throw them back out into the forest and let them probably die? That’s more than cruel, and now knowing that they’re… part(?) human?

Luckily for you, the weeks they spend living and healing in your home are far from bothersome. The brothers (twins, you’d learned) are so sweet and helpful, always trailing behind you like little lost puppies (well, not so little), helping you with chores, and nuzzling their heads into your side and neck. They’re affectionate, more than what is deemed appropriate, but you don’t question it. It was a wolf thing, you guess.

The one with the cold eyes (you’d come to learn he was called Nines) was quiet, not very talkative, but always lingering nearby, and would silently nudge you with his head instead of asking if he wanted to be pet. The other one, Connor, was so impossibly affectionate that it was hard to get away from him. He was always touching you, sniffing you when you got back from shopping or work, grabbing you when he didn’t want you to leave him. He enjoyed laying in your lap a lot, but he liked it even more when you stroked his hair. Nines would sometimes get jealous, and not so gently shove his brother off of you to get some of the love too.

Now, you don’t know how, but at some point they apparently start seeing you as their mate. Like, a lifelong, permanent, loyal mate. That is never discussed, but in their little wolfy heads it just made sense apparently. And with that comes their attempts to mate with you.

They run purely on instinct, and suddenly you wake up every morning with the both of them in your bed either side to you, cuddling up to you, hard and hands pawing at your body in a desperate plea. You bat them off, but that only lasts for so long. How could you keep two beautiful men like them off of you when they were so perfect, precious and so desperate to have you?

When you finally let them fuck you, you learn very quickly that it is not a one time thing. The brothers need you and have you every day, multiple times a day, until you near pass out from exhaustion.

If you’re turned away from them, they seem to take that as an invitation, because one minute you’re washing dishes and the next minute, Nines has you bent over the sink, pants and underwear ripped off as he fucks into you hard and mercilessly. He likes leaning over your back and nipping at the back of your neck, like he was toying with the idea of leaving a claiming bite on you, before he pumps you full of his seed.

Connor is a little more gentle, but still just as passionate. He likes taking you in your own bed, with his cock rubbing against you to tease you (but more so himself) before he pushes in. He pants in your ear as he murmurs about how badly he wants to breed you, to give you his pups. His fingers dig into your hips and hold them, pulling you off and on his cock before he slowly loses his composure and lets himself rut into you like an animal.

It’s a miracle that they manage to share you, when every other day they fight and bicker over the smallest things, always competing and never letting the other win.

How did I get so carried away with writing this 💀 I should probably just write a fic

[16ruedelaverrerie]

Over on Twitter, texs_sins called GV900 a leash kid and I couldn't stop thinking about it......................... WHY IS THIS MY BRAND. WHY IS THIS THE CONTENT THAT I PUT OUT INTO THE WORLD

[Belated edit] I have, in fact, forgotten to draw GV's LED. STELLAR WORK FROM ME AS USUAL

[glass-noodle]

childhood promises

[texssins]

SOME SKETCHES FROM "SWEET LIKE DRAWING PINS" 🥲🩷 this story is taking over my life

GAY CRIMINAL AND GAY BARISTA ?!?!?!?!?? what in the WATTPAD IS THIS (don't be fooled and read the tags)

READ HERE

[employee052]

dont mind me drawing stanarrator as nines and gavin bc they have a grip on me sdjkfhkdsf

[a sequel to this smoking behind the supermarket with you drawing]

[shoia]

Kittens 😩

Telegram

[thingsaday]

Detroit Become Human Brothers AU my beloved

(Nines' lines borrowed from the Cake Core from Portal 1)

[tommdale]

DBH Swap AU Chloe

Im still getting a LOT of traction with my dbh au so here’s Chloe as Kamski 😌

DBH requests are open BTW 👀