#rk900 fluff

[airbendertendou]

RUN2U! ♥︎ rk900

synopsis : being the resident “ human nurse “ [medic for human officers] means you're on-call 24/7. except no one really needs you and they let you know that.

cw : imagined nines a little monstorous so hes really big and noticeably non-human ; medic!reader except idk anything abt nursing ; cussing ; gavin is mean sorry if hes your fave </3 , a lot of mentions of guns nd violence

song inspo ; run2u by stayc

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hiring you wasn't the smartest idea, hank thinks. you were sweet ; kind and soft and too nice to deal with the assholes on this team. inviting you to active crime scenes was beyond stupid. allowing you to sit in the back of a car, small, useless medkit in your lap as you wait for the okay.

it's safe — the lost, wild deviant has either run off or is dead! hank shakes his head — they're lucky no harm, has come to you. yet.

gavin scoffs, shoving past you harshly as you hold a chilled ice pack out to him. blinking, you drop the pack, opting to grab a stained cloth instead.

hank smiles stiffly, allowing you to wipe the blue blood off of his face. you let out a sigh as you do so, drooping slightly at the usual mistreatment you recieve. "are you hurt anywhere, lieutenant?"

"not this time," he answers. working with — taking down — deviants was never a clean, easy job. it got even worse when nines joined — he was adament that problems be taken care of. your lips tilt up the smallest amount as you pull the rag away. "thanks, [name]. we're almost done here."

you simply nod, holding in your yawn as the night drags on. heavy, perfect footsteps crunch on the ground until they're standing in front of you. icy, steel eyes peer down at you as nines stares. there's a splatter of blue on his uniform ; on his hands, his gun, his face. you clutch the bloodstained rag in your hands with a gulp, hiding the movement with your bag.

"[name]." he holds his gun out to you, the barrel facing him. "dispose of this."

"i don't—" your fingers tangle deeper into the silly medkit you hold. his head tilts, blue eyes held onto yours as his inidicator turns yellow for a split second. "i wouldn't know what to do with it."

nines allows his arm to go limp, the empty gun falling to his side. "what do you do, then?"

you think you can hear gavin snort — can hear the other detectives laugh at your frozen form. what did you do? what use were you as an on-call medic for people who didn't even need you? "um—“

his indicator swirls again, "[name]?"

"i help," you say it weakly, loosening your grip on your bag. your eyes grow unfocused, blurring as you focus on a tree in the distance. hank angles his body to you as another cop talks to him. "when people are hurt. i help."

"okay," is drawled out as hands fall onto your shoulders. nines watches as hank leads you to the back of his car, the door open as you continue to stare at nothing. your heart rate has went down, but you seem stuck. hank goes back to nines, "cool it with the ten degree, okay? kid's jus' doin' what was told."

he upset you. it lingers in nines' head like an echo. something he did or said made you sad, or angry. he wasn't sure of which yet. looking at you as you sulk in the back of the car, nines thinks to earlier. you cleaned deviant blood off of hank — maybe that would make you feel better?

when your vision becomes clearer, all you see is white. a white suit stained blue in various spots. you blink, looking up until you see a poised, structured face. "yes?"

nines crouches, kneeling until his face is in line with your torso. iced eyes peer up at you as his hands fall to his knees stiffly. eyes dig into him, but all the android cares for are yours. "i... require help."

your lips fall open in shock as you watch this prim, postured detective ruin his suit and his reputation for you. clearing your throat, you take the bloodstained cloth from your medkit shakily.

tender, practiced strokes to his face cause nines' eyes to flutter shut. if he had real skin, it would prickle with chills — the heat from your skin was bouncing into his slowly. nines all but sinks into the feeling ; sinks deeper into the dampened ground.

"are you hurt anywhere, detective?" your voice brings him back. the sound of his title on your lips causes another shutter to flow through him. dazed, nines doesn't even realize his indicator slowly darkening, turning orange with the human emotions he feels. "nines?"

and then your bare hand is on his cheek — nines short circuits.

a bright, ungodly shade of blue colors his cheeks ; his nose ; all the way up to his ears. a livlier, warmer shade of blue than his cold eyes. nines lets out a loud, unneeded stutter of breath.

“no,” he breathes, “i’m okay. thank you, [name].”

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[shaythey]

You actually draw the fluffiest cutest reed900 honestly

Thank u!! I love these idiots 😭 ♥️

[honey-beann]

Sooo does this mean we can get some nines fluff? plssss?

Sweet, and Soft, and Gentle

Nines x Reader

Well, this certainly isn't the fluffiest thing I've ever written, but here's a little fic that I wrote randomly last night because I am weak to whatever the hell this trope is haha. I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1,643

The front desk assistant walked quickly into the bullpen, looking a little bit nervous as he cleared his throat slightly, catching the attention of everyone there as he did so (much to his chagrin).

Today was his very first day without the desk manager present after she had called out sick, and of course that also had to be the day that an unexpected visitor with an almost unbelievable reason for coming in waltzed her way into the office, asking for someone that the poor assistant had never once heard anyone ask for before.

So now, here he was, walking as quickly as he could without causing alarm in an attempt to stay ahead of you so that he had the opportunity to ask the many precinct workers if they happened to know anyone by your name.

Sure, you had requested one man in particular, but he just couldn't imagine what someone like you could ever need someone like him for, so he opted instead to announce your presence to the entire room in hopes of someone you actually knew telling him that it was okay if you came in to visit without a supervising attendee present.

"Sorry to bother you guys, but I have someone by the name of-"

"Nines?"

Your voice was a little quiet and hesitant as you spoke, as if you were worried you might be in the wrong place.

Immediately, all eyes shifted from the front desk assistant to you, including a pair of steely gray orbs that had notably not been watching the man standing at the front of the room prior to your voice being heard.

To everyone's surprise, the android who went by the very same name you had spoken stood up, abandoning his coat on the back of his chair, which he left two entire feet away from his desk as he made his way over to you.

And that alone was a shock.

Nines was the office neat freak, and regardless of weather, when he moved away from his desk he always put that jacket of his on, no matter how brief the trip away would be.

And to leave his chair out of place?

It was almost unthinkable to imagine he would do something like that. Hell, he even begrudgingly pushed Gavin's in when the detective left it sitting away from his desk.

But here Nines was, walking toward you, a stranger to damn near everyone in the office, as if nothing else in the world ever had or ever would matter more.

You let out what appeared to be a sigh of relief at the man's approach, smiling tiredly up at him as he offered you a faint grin, one that touched his eyes far more than it did his lips.

"Button."

He said as he grew closer, causing nearly the entire office to look around at one another in surprise.

Had Nines just used a pet name?

You blushed a bit but took a few steps forward, meeting the android closer than you would have otherwise as he reached down to cup the side of your cheek, allowing you to lean into his touch contentedly.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this sudden visit?"

He asked gently, causing you to shrug your shoulders a bit in response, cheeks still pink with embarrassment.

"I uh, I had to make a delivery next door and thought I would pop in to say hi, but then I learned that I wasn't actually on your guest list yet so I tried to back out of it, except I didn't want anyone at the desk to think I was just some weirdo who had been trying to get in randomly so I decided to ask if someone could escort me in to say hello... Kind of a dumb idea in retrospect..."

You sighed, gaze cast downward as the android in front of you raised a brow at your words, clearly confused about something, but more than patient enough to allow you to finish your thought.

"I'm sorry for bothering you at work."

You continued softly, refusing to make eye contact with Nines until he tutted and used two of his fingers to lightly push your chin upward, all but forcing you to look him in the eye as he spoke.

"Listen to me, Button."

He said almost sternly, though his eyes were alight with a slightly smug amusement,

"You're never a bother."

You sputtered a bit at the kindness of the android's words, but had very little time to reply before Nines was turning towards the desk assistant.

"Why couldn't you find her on my accepted visitors list? Is the system down?"

He asked, his tone full of a nearly unkind sternness far different from the one he had regarded you with as he spoke.

The assistant blanched.

"To be honest Detective, I never checked... During my training I was told that you never got visitors, so I had assumed that you just didn't allow for them..."

Nines scoffed, turning his attention back towards you, expression as apologetic and soothing as ever,

"It was only a misunderstanding."

He said gently, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind your ear as he glanced back toward the desk assistant,

"One that I am sure will be remedied in the future."

That sentence was damn near growled, and the assistant was quick to nod before rushing off under the guise of work.

Strange, considering his lunch break was only three minutes away.

Nines however, could not have cared less about how much he had undoubtedly frightened the young man, and instead leaned forward, bumping his forehead lightly against your own as he sighed, murmuring a quiet apology before you shook your head and stood on your toes in order to press a sweet kiss against his lips.

Nines seemed a bit surprised at this, but grinned nonetheless, reaching an arm around your back and using it to tug you closer before he gently applied a downward pressure, urging you to stand normally as he leaned further forward to better accommodate for the height difference the two of you shared.

The entire room watched on in awe save for a few pairs of exasperated eyes, which remained mostly trained on the screens in front of them.

But to everyone else, this was far too jarring to even imagine looking away from.

It just didn't make sense.

You were sweet and soft and oh so gentle, everything a city like Detroit could've eaten up and spat out in a second.

And Nines was well...

Nines.

Even those who were closest to him would call him unyielding at best, and occasionally outright cruel at worst.

No one had ever seen him bend to the will of anything.

So why was he quite literally bending down to press his lips to yours as you all but melted into his touch, obviously soothed by his typically threatening presence?

The entire precinct watched on in shock as you smiled against the rk900's lips, pulling away after a few seconds to plant a gentle kiss to the very tip of his nose as he chuckled quietly, his eyes rolling ever so slightly in a way that made it obvious how much he enjoyed your foolish expression of adoration.

"You have a very interesting way of saying hello, little one."

Nines said softly, his hand moving to cup the back of your head as he regarded you with amusement, eyes following the gentle curve of your smile lovingly.

You blushed a bit, but couldn't help but grow giddy beneath his gaze, mouth opening slightly to comment,

"Are you not a fan?"

You asked, watching as Nines all but scoffed before shaking his head,

"No, I think I prefer the way you go about things presently over anything else you might come up with."

He teased before planting a soft kiss against your forehead and pulling away, glancing towards the bullpen full of officers and detectives who were staring shamelessly at the two of you.

Usually, he would roll his eyes, or even laugh if he caught the entire room watching him like that, but this time he ignored them completely, glancing down at you and offering his arm before speaking again.

"How about I take you out to lunch to make up for all of the confusion, hmm little one? Make coming to visit a little bit more worthwhile?"

You grinned and nodded in response, grabbing his arm and taking a few steps towards the exit alongside him when you suddenly stopped, gasping lightly as you realized that Nines was missing something he would typically consider important.

"Your jacket!"

You announced, dashing over to the garment before knocking the chair it had been hanging on back into the spot against his desk with your hip thoughtlessly, your smile dangerously close to contagious for all who watched as you rushed back to the man who remained standing near the doorway, amusement evident in his expression.

"Thank you, Button."

He said genuinely as you grew closer, holding his familiar white jacket out to him,

"Whatever would I do without you?"

You laughed cheerily at that, and everyone watched as you took Nines' arm once more, walking out of the building and into the warm afternoon air side by side.

The room was silent for a few moments afterward, before murmurs began breaking out around the office, until finally everything got quiet again after Gavin piped up rather loudly,

"Who the hell was that?!"

He shouted, a confusion that nearly everyone in the room shared evident in his tone.

But still, not everyone had been left in the dark, and three men sitting at their respective desks spoke up in accidental unison to prove it, all of them sounding mildly exasperated and reasonably amused.

"His wife."

[sirahegao]

Masterlist

***WARNING: ALL MY STORIES CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT! MDI 18+

*** ao3 profile

Demon Slayer

Just a one-night stand? (Sanemi x f!reader)

Tension (Rengoku x f!Reader x Sanemi)

Tension Part 2

Tension Part 3

I thought you were a gentleman, professor...

Wet Dreams (Rengoku x f!Reader)

Sacrilege (Knight Rengoku x f!Reader)

Detroit Become Human

Selfless (Connor x f!Reader)

Selfless Part 2

Entombed (Nines x f!Reader)

[fluffykiddosstuff]

What is love? (nines X gn Reader)

BABY DON'T HURT ME NO MORE

Hum hum sorry guys, btw happy holidays even if I'm reaaaally late ! It was  sooo nice! There was even snow where I live!

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You and nines were friends since last month, he came as gavin's partner two months before that, being gavin's best friend, you helped both of them to get along, you took a liking to the android, wondering why he wasn't deviant when every other android did. Connor told you it's because his software is far more advanced than the others androids, for exemple, Amanda wasn't a part of his system unlike connor had, when connor got him out of cyberlife, she instantly got erased by the rk900 software, just like a virus.

It was late in the dpd, everyone was gone, except you, nines, Gavin, hank and connor, you were all teamed on the same case and it was getting frustrating at this point.

"ugh we are not making any progress! At this rate my head will blow up.." Gavin said massaging his temples

"yeah I agree, I'm taking a break, hey, wanna go to the bar to forget this?" hank looked at you and gavin

"heck yes I am old man" Gavin got up and followed the lieutenant when you on the other hand declined politely, still wanting to re-read the reports of your case, connor chased after them, making sure they weren't intoxicated too much. Well that leaved only you and nines in front of the laptop, you readed again everything from the report out loud so nines could hear you.

"a couple was found nearby Detroit playground, an android and a human, both were shot in the chest where the heart is stated, either the killer is a surgeon due to this kind of presision, or it's an android who scanned them"

You massaged your temples just like Gavin did earlier, it was infuriating, no clues, no witnesses, you were to the  point 0 on this case, nines got up without you noticing and got you a cup of your favorite drink. You muttered a "thank you" before drinking it and looking at the screen again.

"detective, if you aren't feeling well you can go home and rest, I can work alone on this, plus, a good rest is essential when you want to achieve something"

You nodded and started to get up and gather your belongings when he stopped you in your track.

"wait I actually have a question before you go detective"

"yes what is it?"

No one spoke for like 5 minutes, he seemed to think before he was gonna ask what he wanted.

"don't you find it weird?"

"what?"

"that the couple was a human and an android?"

You thought a little about it, yeah it was a bit odd because androids didn't got their rights long time ago and still are scared or angry over humans for their loss, same for the other side, but they are exceptions after all.

"well laws are a bit weird recently but nothing state they couldn't be together"

Nines led spinned red and yellow, you looked at him when it hit you.

"you think they got killed because they loved each other?"

"that's a possibility, since the revolution, many people are still hostile on both side"

"yeah.. We should check the road cameras, maybe we could track a vehicle going in this area at the presumed death hour "

"that was what I was thinking, good conclusion detective"

You smiled and rushed a bit to him, he was still on the chair from earlier, you then kissed him on the forehead.

"you are a genius nines! We finally have a lead! I'm gonna send a message to hank and Gavin, I'm gonna go home now, see ya!"

Some blue tinted the android cheeks, he looked at you leaving the pretinct and touched his forehead where you kissed him, a warning going in front of his eyes.

Software instability ⬆️

He texted connor with his system and waited for his response.

"connor what is love?"

[illegalvampire]

your honor they are in love

[harmonytre]

Quick headcanons because yes.

My version takes place after successful Connor (Cyberlife Tower) and Markus (Demonstration) endings in "Battle for Detroit". Connor returns to Cyberlife to retrieve Sixty and reactivate him. He asks for Markus' help "just in case" he wasn't powerful enough to convert him. And it was a good thing too, because it took both Markus AND Connor to free Sixty. Who in turn freaked the heck out. He did NOT want emotions. Especially not the absolute DREAD and fear of Amanda deactivating him. She's dormant . . . for now.

Sixty is over competitive and loathes failure. He doesn't like to feel lesser and often berates Connor. He eventually warms up to them. But most of all, he hides a loooooot of anxiety and a bit of guilt for threatening Hank, who didn't want to let Sixty stay with them, but Connor insisted.

Nines comes much later. He was an in-progress project from Amanda. He was activated right before Sixty woke up. His code is incomplete when it comes to missions. He has the goal to "track down and get rid of deviants", but he doesn't even know what a deviant is. He wanders aimlessly for a long while until eventually meeting Connor and the fam. However, he's unable to be converted by touch, and must deviant by himself eventually (through family bond <3).

Nines is monotonous, but curious. He's mischievous and "mature" (in his own eyes). But really he has a big heart and cares deeply for his brothers. He's the tallest and most intelligent of the group. And yet, he finds difficulty in learning about the world, especially navigating humans and feelings.

And just a fun extra. Connor loves dogs and ends up getting a corgi for himself. Nines likes dogs, but prefers cats. Sixty "doesn't like" any pets, but ends up bonding with some wild crows in the area. :>

[finnsfiction]

A Reed900 hanahaki fic by yours truly

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56057410/chapters/142378729

[mooseonahunt]

I'd like to think Nines would be insecure after deviating. Yeah sure he's an RK900 and hyped up to be the latest and greatest Cyberlife's produced, but that's a lot to live up to y'know? Freshly deviated Nines might have so many conflicting feelings about deviancy and what it means to be himself-- whoever that may be now that he can freely decide things for himself. He might compare himself to Connor all the time, desperately trying to prove himself and his worth because if he's no better than the RK800, then what's the point of there even being an RK900?? It's like a younger sibling trying to live up to the high standards set by the achievements of their older sibling. So while everyone sees Nines as this unstoppable force to be reckoned with, he's always worrying about the day he'll slip up and be seen as a total failure that needs to be decommissioned which won't happen because android laws or whatever but he's still got that fear.

This kind of goes with my Sixty headcanon that he's also insecure and craves validation because he believes he's already proven himself to be a failure when he got nerf-or-nothing'd. These two androids who are constantly comparing themselves to Connor and trying to build an identity around him when they should be building their identities around who they are as individuals but can't because 1. they literally share a face with him and 2. they're just iterations of him. They can't escape him even if they tried.

Of course, I'm a total sucker for RK Bros so they eventually manage to work through their issues (Nines and Sixty are huge supports for each other) and can kind of forge familial bonds, but they've got a lot to handle before that point.

Sorry for no thoughts on Connor. I really like working with the characters related to him and building their lives around the aftermath of Connor's actions. So yeah he's there, but he's kind of like a ghost that haunts Nines and Sixty. They believe they live in his shadow but RK Bros so they work their ways out from under that self-imposed shadow. My Sixty goes to therapy because of how much he's gotta work through kdfjsalkf

[honey-beann]

This is a weird way to come back into writing fics again, but here's a very vaguely edited fic that I wrote a while back to get me back into the groove of posting. I hope you like sick reader x snarky bastard fics lol.

Thoroughly Analyzed (rk900 x reader)

Word Count: 1,005

"Oh fuck off, Gavin, I'm not sick!"

You all but sputtered, your cheeks dusted a light pink as you stood in front of your friend and coworker's desk, arms crossed and hip cocked to the side while you eyed him with as much disdain as you could muster.

"Are you being serious, dumb ass? You babysat Chris' kid while it had the flu four days ago, and now you're drinking tea and popping cough drops at your desk like it's your job. Just admit you were an idiot and go home."

You scoffed, glaring at Gavin as you moved away to sit down in your desk chair before turning it to face him once more.

"It wasn't a bad idea for me to babysit the kid, Reed, and I definitely did not get sick because of an eighteen month old child. Now do you have anything of substance to say, or can I finally get back to work?"

You watched as Gavin rolled his eyes, chuckling slightly under his breath as he turned his attention back to his monitor,

"Yeah yeah, whatever you say, loser. Good luck nursing yourself back to health without taking a day off work."

Fighting the urge to flip off your coworker, you instead turned your gaze towards your own monitor, only to find yourself looking right above it and into the eyes of your department's rk900 model android, who had long since been dubbed 'Nines'.

You swallowed thickly, wincing shortly thereafter at the pain that action caused within your throat before catching yourself and forcing a polite smile,

"Hey Nines, what's up?"

You asked as casually as you could manage, watching as the android in question raised a brow before motioning towards Gavin, who had started watching your interaction the moment you'd spoken aloud.

You shrugged, trying not to pay your human coworker too much mind as you cleared your throat again awkwardly before attempting to speak once more, though your voice did sound notably strained this time,

"Reed told me last week that babysitting Chris' kid while he was sick was a bad idea because it was sure to get me sick too. I told him that my body was strong enough to fight off whatever an eighteen month old had, and he bet me twenty bucks that I'd be too sick to come to work within the week. That was four days ago, and now he's doing his best to convince me to go home since he's gotten it in his head that I caught the flu from the kid."

Nines' gaze was cold and stern as he stood, his arms crossed as he took a step closer,

"Did you?"

He asked, and you allowed yourself a moment to get lost in said gaze, however cold it may have been, before snapping out of it, remembering your promise to keep things professional at work.

Wouldn't want anyone catching on, after all.

"Wha- no, of course I didn't."

You sputtered nervously, hearing Gavin chuckle as he watched you from his seat, clearly amused and more than a little entertained.

"Are you sure about that, Detective?"

Nines pressed, taking another two steps closer to where you were sitting as he watched you calmly, a slight smirk making its way to his lips all the while.

"Because I have noticed a bit of a drop in your performance throughout the past two days, and it is part of policy that sick employees remain at home for necessary rest."

You shivered at the sound of Nines' voice, but did your best to play it cool despite your physical reaction to his now significantly closer presence.

"I-I'm fine I promise. I think I've just been a little tired, is all..."

You trailed off as the android in question moved to stand directly beside you, his hand falling to the back of your chair and turning it in his direction, thus forcing you to face him head on as he gazed down at you intently, that smirk remaining all the while.

"Oh really? Well, if you're just tired, I don't suppose you'd mind a routine test of your health?"

"A routine test of my health? No but what exactly-"

You were cut off by a pair of familiar lips crashing into yours as an equally familiar hand moved to cup your chin, tilting your face upward as you gasped into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed against your will. You remained this way for several seconds, until finally, Nines pulled away, humming as he looked down at you with both amusement and exasperation evident in his expression,

"According to my analysis of your saliva, you are suffering from the common flu, detective. Please gather your things and allow me to bring you home. I will inform the captain of our absence."

Unable to argue, you nodded meekly, your hand briefly raising to touch your subtly bruised lips before you snapped out of it and hurried to get your things together, trying desperately to ignore Gavin's shocked expression all the while.

Nines, on the other hand, seemed eager to bask in your shared coworker's surprise, and was in no apparent rush to leave, gathering his own belongings with the swift and relaxed ease that seemed to come so naturally to him.

Once everything was together, however, he made no effort to poke at Gavin further, simply guiding you by your elbow to the door as Reed began to follow suit, sputtering various questions, most of which were nonsensical and jumbled.

Eventually though, as the front door loomed before the two of you, Nines did stop and turn towards the man, his lips twitching upward ever so slightly as he smoothly withdrew his wallet from his pocket before reaching into it, his gaze never leaving Gavin's all the while.

"Oh, and thank you for your concern for my partner's well being, Detective Reed."

He said cheekily as he handed the man in question a twenty dollar bill before exiting the building entirely with you at his side.

[sweeteatercat]

Chapters: 36/? Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed Characters: Gavin Reed, Upgraded Connor | RK900, Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Jeffrey Fowler, Tina Chen (Detroit: Become Human), Chris Miller (Detroit: Become Human) Additional Tags: Matter of Life and Death, Implied Relationships, Fluff and Humor, Romance, Cats, Friends to Lovers, Gavin Reed Needs a Hug, Gavin Reed Being an Asshole, Soft Gavin Reed, Swearing, Deviant Upgraded Connor | RK900, Rk900 has a cat, Upgraded Connor | RK900 Has Feelings, First Kiss, Drunk kiss, Slow Burn, Slow Romance Summary:

Saving a life isn't difficult. Taking responsibility for it, on the other hand, is. Nine has to face this harsh reality involuntarily when he gives a small, furry creature a second chance.

And yeah, Gavin is not happy about it at all.

[fluffykiddosstuff]

❤️What would they do for valentine's day (dbh)❤️

Hello everyone! I hope you all got the love you deserved today! (from family, co-workers, friends or lovers doesn't matter <3) and I hope you will like this :) it's not NSFW bc I didn't had enough idea for NSFW headcanons about valentine's days since I'm single :_: so sorry abt that

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💙Daniel💙

(I have this headcanons were the dpd repaired all the androids that could be repaired after Markus got them their rights so let's say it's after that :))

- poor boy is really traumatized by is old owners, but he remembers how they acted to each other on valentine's day, how one would cook and the other buy presents all the stuff like that, so he considered about doing similar

- If you say you don't want anything fancy for this day or that you finish work a bit late, he would be stressing inside but not showing any of it, he has attachments issues and even if it's not meant in a bad way he feels like you would get rid of him like his previous owners tried to

- cooks something fancyer than usually and would set candles were you both usually eat (like I said in previous headcanons : thirium food hc for androids), maybe some red themed decoration but not too much and a lot but A LOT of kisses and cuddles in the couch <3 it would be praises from him to you and the other way around to let each other know you are both loved deeply

- as a gift he would try to help you with work that you brought home so you can rest in bed with him sooner than you did every day, if he can't help he would just bring you some coffee/tea (or any favorite drinks you like folks) to keep you going while you finish

- hugs you frome behind while you work and while you fall asleep either on him or in the bed after taking care of you in a warm and romantic bath <3

💚Ralph💚

(for Ralph you meeted him thanks to Kara and you live with him in this BTW :))

- he didn't knew what valentine's day was until he saw it either on your TV or while he was walking outside, he asked more about it to Kara since Kara and Luther were dating now, she explained that it was something to show love to the ones you truly care about

- "but isn't that something you should do every day?"

- after a while he finally understood and rushed home to surprise you the best he could

- putting the keys in your bag and getting in the living room, you saw a big bouquet of your favorites flowers and plants on the center table, you smiled fondly when Ralph took you in his arms from behind and kissed your cheek

- " Ralph made the composition himself, they won't last very long but we could always try to do the same with paper, what do you think?"

- he also ordered your favorite food, since he knows he can't cook well since he doesn't have a "home caring" program (the Alice and Kara incident at the squat made us realize that lol)

- he want to feed you and you to feed him, he didn't got loved like that and he want to show you he does truly

🤎Markus🤎

- he knows what valentine's day is about, Carl made back then a special painting about this day and explained it to markus how, for humans, it was important and meaningful

- once you got home nothing would have changed but, when you enter your room to get changed you saw a big painting of you and your lover on the bed with petals of your favorite flower on the sheets, you admired the painting when you heard a romantic song playing on a piano, you smiled to yourself knowing who it was and you got into the working area that you reserved for markus and his hobbies

- "did you like the painting? I hope you did because It will be hanging in this room since today"

- he smiled and kissed you, then probably wants to dance with you and make you laugh for the rest of the day

- "you are the most beautiful peace of art ever, I mean it"

☕Gavin☕

- "valentine's day? Pff it's for cowards"

- would sent you some dumb romantic quotes by text so only you can see them

- when you got home you find a box of chocolates with a little note on it

- "even if I don't show it or tell it every day, I'm glad you are in my life"

- he would hug you in the bed/sofa and cherish your body while saying sometimes love words to you

- kiss everywhere you feel insecure 1nd likes when you kiss his scars

💛Simon💛

- prepared everything so you don't have to do anything but relax when you get home, diner? Already made, cleaning? Done, he wants you to enjoy every seconds of the time you will spend together

- "here let me take your coat" with a warm smile then a hug and a kiss

- some lights lit up in the room and your favorite perfume all over the room to make you at ease

- buyed you flowers, made you a card, dressed up fancy and buyed you some clothes he thought you would have liked, this man wants to make you feel special and loved <3

- drinking champagne by a balcony, looking at the stars and Detroit, chatting about whatever comes to your minds

- he is glued to you and snuggling against you (pls let him be the little spoon he just wants to feels you holding him)

🩸Connor🩸

- since he is still a little bit awkard with his deviancy, he literally bullied hank to make tings perfect

- dressed in a blue and black suit, he invited you to a restaurant and made you the center of his attention since every days he as to focus on cases for work

- walks while taking your hand in a park and sits on a bench looking at the stars

- "every nights and days with you are wonderful, I can't get enough of them and you, I wished we could do this every night"

- arrived home he would help you get cleaned and then spoons you while stroking your hair and soothing you to sleep

🥃Hank🥃

- "valentine's day are only made to make money, it's dumb"

- wants just to spend the day with you at home chilling, in pyjamas, nothing fancy

- maybe would order what you would want to eat and let you pick the movie

- strokes your hair whil you snuggle next to him

- don't be surprised if you see a gift on your bed

- "what? Just because I find it dumb doesn't mean I can't buy you shit.."

- If you buy him something he would use it every day every times he can

- falling asleep with you and sumo in the bed is the best valentine's this old man could dream of

🤖Nines🤖

- many researchs of how he can show you his love by touch or gift since he isn't good with words

- kisses and hugs out of nowhere, more than usually

- gift you clothing and jewelry

- tries to cook (either it's fantastic either it's burned, no in-between)

- let's you borrow his working jacket for once

- takes you shopping

- takes you to a restaurant

- in bed he would keep you as close as he can and gently rub every part that reach his hands

- he doesn't expect anything in return but if you do, it will stay in his mind 24/24hours and he would be overwhelmed by that

🕊️Rupert🕊️

- he hear about valentine's day while feeding some pigeons in the park

- would send a message with a bird to your window, while waiting outside for you

- "you know I love you right? Do you want to be my valentine this year?"

- takes you into a zoo and stops almost every time to analyse every animals (even the ones that aren't part of the zoo)

- buys you a plush of your favorite animal and some food

- takes many pictures with you and then gift them to you in a frame

- offers you his coat when you both get home

- when you propose him to stay he smiles and hugs you in the bed until you fall asleep

☮️Josh☮️

- he knows what valentine's day is since almost the start of his deviancy, when you started to get with him he knew he wanted to experience this first time with you

- takes you to your favorite place and does a picnic there

- watch the clouds and imagine the forms and their story

- made you some home made gift

- "wait you have some crumbs here, don't move.."

- plays and dance with you when you get home and then falls asleep one the couch, you on top of him, he is hugging you tightly against him

- you are the best thing that happened to him since the androids rised up

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I hope you like those headcanons!

[dbhreed-rk900]

Pls tell me this is a Titanic 'draw me like one of your French girls' reference moment 😂😂

Comic from my first reed900 zine (2020)

[peskellence]

have your cake and eat it

Explicit content (18+)

Pairing: RK900/Gavin Reed

Tags: M/M, Birthday Sex, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Shameless Smut, Multiple Positions, Dom/Sub Undertones.

Read on AO3 here:

Summary: When Nines returns home early from a birthday outing with Connor, he finds himself in the midst of Gavin’s chaotic attempt at a surprise. Can they salvage this recipe for disaster—or will it lead to something sweeter?

(Originally written as a birthday gift for my beloved @faxaway)

Tag List: @sweeteatercat @wedonthaveawhile @gho-stychan @tentoriumcerebelli @negative-citadel @faxaway @moriahadi424 @unicorn4genocide @cptjh-arts

The lights were on when Nines arrived home, but there was no sign of anyone in the apartment.

Gavin was missing from his usual spot: reclined on the couch, aimlessly flicking through channels and periodically lamenting how terrible daytime TV was—the established ritual on his days off. Instead, the only occupant on the seat was their cat. A cantankerous mass of whiskers and fur, who was currently reasonably content. Curled into a ball, sleeping soundly atop a loosely folded throw blanket.

Their bedroom would have been the next logical search point, but this proved unnecessary. The door was ajar, and the space beyond was visibly empty, with no detectable vital signs.

“Gavin?” Nines called out, setting down the package he had tucked beneath his arm. A brightly wrapped, ribbon bound box he had received from Connor. “Are you home?”

There was no answer, although the android refrained from premature concerns. It was possible that Gavin had gone outside briefly, either to smoke or remove their trash. The cans had been overflowing for several days, but every time he moved to empty them himself, he had been met with vehement protests that his partner would “do it later.”

Perhaps the elusive ‘later’ had finally arrived. The apartment certainly looked tidier. A vacuum had been run over the carpets with modest effectiveness, and the coffee table, previously littered with debris, was now cleared.

Replacing the mess was a vase, moved from the windowsill to be placed in central focus. Nines had insisted they keep it during their last downsizing effort, admiring how the marbled glass caught against the light.

Gavin had criticised this choice. Claiming they weren’t ‘flower guys’ and calling it useless. Despite this, the narrow lip spilt over with a vibrant bouquet. Velvety petals cast shadows onto the table, as well as a small blue envelope tucked beneath the base.

His name was penned across it in a familiar, wide-lettered scrawl. Nines approached carefully, sitting on the edge of the couch cushions, mindful not to disturb their slumbering pet.

He pinched the corner of the envelope, gently freeing it from beneath the anchor. The contents were soon revealed as a folded sheet of card—edges raised with gold piping, framing a floral watercolour wreath in the shape of a heart.

There was a cursive inscription in the centre, which read:

To A Wonderful Grandmother On her Birthday

Unfolding it, Nines found a script more similar to that of the envelope. The letters grew smaller the further they descended, as if the penman realised too late he was running out of space.

This was the only birthday card they had in the store. It was this or Deepest Sympathies. Be grateful.

I’m bad with sappy stuff, so I’m not going to go on about how today’s special just because it’s your birthday—or whatever we're calling it. 

But I will say thank you to Cyberlife for building my literal dream man in the form of a 6’2” Terminator knock-off.

Hope you have a good day. Love you.

Gavin

Nines smiled fondly, scanning the uneven letters, brushing his fingers across them several times—committing each jagged tracing and hastily-corrected spelling error in meticulous detail to his memory banks.

Then, he noticed the small, compressed addition in the corner of the page. So densely packed he had initially mistaken it for an ink smudge.

P.S. Hope the cake doesn't taste shit.

> Cake?

Suddenly, a crash could be heard coming from the direction of the kitchen. A harsh collision of metal pans colliding against tiles, followed by an equally sharp expletive.

“Shit—!”

With his boyfriend located, the android set down the card, standing up with much greater urgency than he had sat. The cat beside him was not impressed. She grumbled as the foundation of her makeshift bed was unceremoniously rocked, batting a disgruntled paw towards the culprit. 

Apologies would have to wait. For now, Nines was focused on a more pressing directive: ensuring Gavin was uninjured.

As he went to open the kitchen door, something jammed under the lip, resisting any movement. A firmer press cleared the obstruction, allowing him to proceed inside.

The scene that awaited him was chaos: the aftermath of a cataclysmic nuclear fallout, tangled with the wreckage of a hurricane.

Discarded pans and utensils were strewn across the room in all directions, originating from several drawers that had been left hanging open. Multiple were caked with the charred remnants of an unidentified substance, while others seemingly had been accessed only briefly before being immediately tossed aside.

In the centre of the carnage stood Gavin, unharmed but visibly distressed as he struggled to stir and coordinate the temperatures of numerous pots. His efforts were proving ineffectual, inspiring the prolonged mantra of profanity erupting from his mouth. 

“Shit, shit , shit —” 

The sequence was interrupted as a silicone spatula slipped from his hold, joining the rest of the debris on the floor. Gavin barely spared it a glance before diving back into his losing battle with the stove. 

The smell filling the room was strange. Undeniably foul, but not in a way that seemed consistent with traditional cooking. It was distinctly artificial, like burning acrylic, making it all the more disconcerting when one of the receptacles began to hiss, bubbling over with a viscous blue fluid. 

Nines’ sensors flagged the substance as inert—but hazardous if heated further. It was at this point that he chose to step in. Not wishing to undermine his partner's ability to handle the current situation, whatever it was, but concerned about potential splashback. 

He approached the man, placing hands gingerly onto his waist before gently guiding him away. 

Gavin yelped in response to the contact, a sound more startled than it was annoyed. The reason soon became clear. Earbuds blinked on either side of his head, a heavy drum beat and distorted guitar riff cutting through the plastic. Nines quickly identified the song, belonging to a band he listened to frequently. 

“The fuck are you doing here?”

"It is nice to see you too," the android said smoothly, reaching around the man in order to switch off the oven. 

Gavin didn’t notice, attention now fixed on the phone discarded on the countertop. He stabbed repeatedly at the screen, which vehemently refused to respond. Unsurprising, given his fingers, much like everything else in the room, were coated in a thick layer of batter.

“No, I just—” 

The man paused, grunting in annoyance before begrudgingly conceding the attempt. Instead, he removed the earbuds, ripping them from his person and slamming them down with a dull thud. “I meant, what are you doing back so early? Connor must’ve bored you to tears; I thought you were going to see a movie.” “While I wouldn't say his company was boring,” Nines spoke firmly, but with a playful lilt that indicated no real admonishment, “I declined the invitation.” 

The hands, which he had propped loosely on his partner’s waist, gradually crept forward. Fingertips hooked onto his pelvis before guiding it closer. 

With their bodies near flush, the android nestled his chin into the stubbled crook of his neck. Breathing in the musky warmth, a gesture that felt instinctive. “It was becoming increasingly difficult, keeping away from you.”

Gavin retched at the sentimentality. Despite this, his body betrayed him. The tension held in his muscles dissolved as subtly, he inched back, closing any lingering gap between them. 

There was a slight return to tension as his head fell back and his attention flitted apprehensively to the previously abandoned phone. 

The screen was still active—and while extensive smudging meant the majority of contents were hidden, a small margin remained visible at the top. It displayed a navigation interface flanked by the Cyberlife logo:

THIRIUM-BASED CONSUMABLES → CONFECTIONARIES → PREPARATION INSTRUCTIONS.

While this confirmation had not been needed, Gavin still appeared upset by the discovery. 

“This was supposed to be a surprise…” he grumbled despondently, a sharp asshole tacked onto the end of the sentence.

“And a lovely surprise it is.” 

“Don't lie to me. That’s what moms say when their kids bring them soggy pancakes for breakfast.” 

“I can assure you I am being sincere.” The RK delicately traced the raised bone of his hip, intending to comfort him. “The gesture shows a tremendous deal of consideration, for which I am grateful.” 

“Yeah, well, ‘the thought’ is about all I've got to show for it.” Gavin threw up his hands, accentuating his dejection with a tense grunt. “It's pretty much all gone to shit…I'm no better with actual baking, I don't think I can save this.”

Nines hummed in consideration, a sound which reverberated against the shoulder now poised at his lips. “Perhaps if we combine our efforts, something can be salvaged.” 

His partner didn't agree initially, clearly reluctant to relinquish control. Then, one of the pans started emitting a strange sizzling sound. As though the mixture was still cooking, despite the burner being inactive. 

Gentle sizzles soon transitioned into ominous rumbles as the contents rose higher, forming a large bubble. Its surface pressure built, prompting Gavin to take a step back. Then it gave way, releasing a thick torrent of sludge, spilling over in all directions. 

The substance, paradoxically both viscous and runny, ran down the counter until it pooled in gelatinous globs at their feet. The man let out a beleaguered sigh. Carding fingers through his hair, inadvertently painting it with streaks of blue. 

“Fine. You win.” 

The two set to work soon after, with Nines establishing the lead. He scanned his partner's phone, extracting the necessary data from the website URL. A set of instructions descended on his HUD, forming a transparent overlay which guided his next steps.

“The issue here is that the mixture is overactivated.” Nines gestured to one of the neglected pots, an assessment informed by the minimal crusting on its handle.

He reactivated the burner with a swipe of his thumb before shifting the pot into position. Leaning forward, his chest pressed towards Gavin, moulding to the firm contours of his back. Hips followed suit, just enough to brush lightly against his backside.

This contact did not go unnoticed. Gavin bristled under the touch, and the RK900 detected a notable hitch in his respiratory patterns. 

He couldn't help but find satisfaction in this—both flattered and faintly amused that such small, fleeting contact could provoke such a response.

Feigning obliviousness, at least for now, he continued to busy himself with his preparation, explaining the process as he did so:

“Adding a thermoconductive compound will allow the mixture to heat evenly.” 

“Uh-huh.”

Sifting through the discarded wrappers plastered to the worktop, he was eventually able to locate a small plastic sachet. He opened the seal, dumping the contents into the now simmering concoction. It fizzled on the surface before sinking, lending a vivid pigment to the previously dull blue.

“It needs to be stirred for about ninety seconds to bind everything together. Otherwise, it will fall apart during the baking process.”

“Right.”

The android might as well have been speaking gibberish, as the dull, monosyllabic responses made it clear the human was no longer listening. 

His body spoke with greater substance—muscles twitching, responding ardently to their proximity. Blood pumped through swollen veins with notable urgency as his temperature soared, for reasons the RK900 quickly identified had nothing to do with the stovetop. He began to stir, redistributing his weight accordingly as he did so. With every shift in step, Gavin mirrored the sequence. Pushing back against him, meeting the ghosting friction with far more flagrant force.

The salacious dance continued until the android grew daring, dotting delicate kisses along the expanse of his neck, moving upwards until he had reached the shell of his ear.

“You can see now,” his voice was a purr, mumbled low and rich, as he nipped at the sensitive cartilage, “the mixture is thickening; this means the stabiliser has fully blended.”

Bites synced to the stirring before both began to slow—and ceased completely. Nines hummed in satisfaction, ensuring the sound pushed itself through the delicate canal of the human's ear, filling the space, lingering there with the promise of more.

“And that,” the conclusion sliced through the vibrations, causing Gavin to shiver, “is how it's done.”

With the task complete, the man abandoned restraint, eager to claim his prize for having upheld it so long. He pushed back, creating the space needed to reorientate himself. Nines allowed this, smirking coyly as he watched him swivel to meet his gaze. 

He did so with a glare, eyes blazing with accusation and unfulfilled need. “You smug mother —”

He never finished the sentence, as Nines sought to resolve these grievances with the firm collision of lips. 

Their mouths moved with a ferocity that spoke of pent-up yearning but also familiarity—melding in a seamless, practised rhythm, the result of innumerable passionate encounters. 

Nines wanted more, the facade of indifference slipping fast as Gavin arched forward. Rocking their hips together and demonstrating, with no uncertainty, just how excited the prior teasing had made him. 

The android gripped the edge of the counter, nails driving like chisels into granite, threatening to break it apart—a risk they could ill afford, given the already tumultuous relationship with their landlord.

Gavin repeated the action with a long, languid roll. It enraptured Nines' senses, consuming his mind and branding each synapse until nothing of his own remained.

He adored it, craved it like nothing else. To claim, and be claimed in return. 

The yearning the man inspired in him proved difficult to contain. It was something he was teased about endlessly, through accusations that his libido was permanently unchecked—rendering him unwilling, or incapable—of keeping hands to himself. 

A reputation well-maintained; his grip leaving the counter, small chips displaced from beneath his fingernails as he found his partner's body.  

There was certainly an element of projection in Gavin's accusations, as he hardly fared better. No more resilient to the call of want. They both relished it, the constant skating between innocent flirtation and a headlong dive into ecstasy.

Their descent was delayed, if only for a second. The man pulled back with a rich chuckle, swollen lips curved into a grin. “So I guess this was the real reason you came home early? Horny bastard.”

Nines captured one of the hands balling into his shirt, pressing it gingerly to his lips, sealed with a tender promise. 

"Only for you.”

He planted an equally chaste kiss on the corner of his lips before dipping in, returning to the previous show of passion. Pushing forward, driven by unbridled lust, until his tongue had explored every crevice of the willing mouth.

An appreciative groan rumbled in the man’s throat, vibrating between them with primal resonance. One which only inflamed shared eagerness, as Nines felt hips bucking against him in desperate pleas for attention. 

He responded without hesitance, hands sliding to his partner’s waistband before deftly unclasping the belt. The leather fell to the floor, whipping back like a snake before settling into a coil. He kicked it aside, ensuring it would serve no further obstacle. 

Gavin was also moved, albeit with greater consideration. Nines cleared the area of other potential hazards, deactivating electronics once again before bracing the man securely against the counter. His feet parted obediently, commanded by a firm kick to his ankles.

For a moment, Nines did nothing. Studying closely, permitting anticipation to build until it coursed in charged pulses between their bodies. Then he advanced, slipping smoothly between the outstretched legs. 

Gripping at thighs, which clenched receptively under his hold, the android controlled his descent—dropping to his knees, mouthing the line of an increasingly strained fly. Its zipper was captured between his teeth, pulled with the same fluid precision that had been used on the belt. Clearly, it was a sight that proved utterly mesmerising. Gavin gawped, his breath hitching before he leaned in for closer inspection. “ Jesus Christ. ”

Nimble fingers gripped his pelvis. Digging in and dissuading movement, with the implicit threat that their fun would end were he not willing to respond. The man did so urgently; head snapped back to its original position. 

His compliance was rewarded, and his jeans slid down. Following the tensed lines of calves until the fabric gathered in a heap at his heels. 

“You’ve been so good to me, so thoughtful.” The praise was punctuated by fluttered kisses on burning skin. Tendons pulled tight as the strained muscle fought to clamp inwards. A reflex scarcely resisted by his partner.  

Frustrated grumbles leaked from his lips, only quashed as Nines spoke again. With the same rich tenderness as before. “Let me take care of you. Show you, without any doubt, how grateful I am.” “It’s your birthday, dipshit.” Gavin opposed, albeit with a smug playfulness. “Really, I should be taking care of—” The remaining protest died on his tongue as Nines dipped inwards. Skimming thin cotton boxers caressing the man’s concealed hardness with targeted puffs of breath. 

Gavin whined—a sound that rolled organically into a moan—as the clothed length was claimed. Caressed with practised skill, in conjunction with tongue and teeth. The latter was used sparingly, with just the right amount of pressure to goad responses from delicate nerves. 

Nines expelled any pocketed air in his cheeks. Staring up at his partner, continuing to work him through the boxers. He was captivated by the wanton pants, the involuntary contortions of the man's face. Each gripped by pronounced tension, brought to break when cool lubricant seeped through fibres. Moving until it had struck the searing flesh beneath. 

“ Fuck—! ” Gavin hissed, head flung back, as his hand fisted desperately into the back of the android’s scalp. “Nines, please.” 

Elaboration was not required. The RK900 drew back, digits hooking beneath the tense elastic of boxers, pulling down in a fluid motion until no barrier remained.

The chill of artificial saliva was quickly negated as rushing heat claimed the hardness. Moving slowly, arduously, tongue swirled across it with painstaking meticulousness. Nines ensured every inch was coated, with nothing left to impede the full brunt of sensation. Only stopping when the tip had struck the back of his throat. 

He allowed Gavin to indulge in the silken tightness before slowly pulling back, stopping just shy of the man slipping completely from his mouth. Then he pushed down again. Harder—throat filled with such effortless completion that his partner almost claimed a large clump of his hair. 

“Holy shit. ” He arched his back, moving in shallow bucks against the pliant heat. Greedily pursuing more, seeking permission to make full use of his mouth. “You feel amazing.” 

Permission was granted in the form of a subtle movement against Gavin’s thigh. Fingers flitted in a neat, circular motion as the android widened his jaw.  

Gavin fucked into him with mindless abandon. Unchecked and untamed, in the security that Nines could not be harmed by the callous actions. Both hands held the back of his head, anchoring it in place. All the while, Nines pushed back against his thrusts. Allowing his nose to strike repeatedly against the dip of his pelvis, lost in a nest of tight curls. 

“ Shit, god, fuck—” 

There was no discernable pace or rhythm—just raw, animalistic need. The RK900 permitted it until the solid grip on his skull started to wane. The body spearing into him trembled precariously, as the room filled with the sounds of increasingly laboured and strangled pants. 

Nines identified the flags. Warnings that their enjoyment would end preemptively if he did not re-establish control. 

In ensuring his partner would not careen mindlessly and carelessly into completion, the android pulled away. Breaking what loose hold lingered in his hair.

“That is enough.” 

Admonishment came with a steely glare as he grabbed one of the man's legs, forcing it to raise. He propped the calf against his shoulder before grazing the expanded canvas of flesh with his teeth. “I don’t want you to come—not yet.”  

Gavin whined, but before further protest could emerge, the defiance was penalised.

Nines sunk into him. Firmly, with little restraint, in the knowledge that the action would undoubtedly leave a bruise. He continued further until the skin had almost been breached, and his partner was howling in pain. 

The RK relented, if only so he could admire the spoils of his efforts—the deliverance of salacious punishment formed in deep, purpled indents.

“As you said, it is my birthday, and I intend on enjoying my presents for as long as I can. Does that sound like a reasonable request?” 

The man said nothing. Trembling and writhing desperately, quivering lips unable to form words. 

Nines punished him again, leaving traces wherever he could. The marks of his teeth had become a signature, ensuring there would be no doubt on who, precisely, the man belonged to. 

“Answer the question.” “Yes.” The voice came strangled and broken. Almost like a cry, but with a husky lilt that signalled concealed pleasure. “It’s reasonable; I just, fuck, I wanna make you feel good…” Nines paused the charge. Instead, planting a soothing kiss against one of the deeper impressions. A gracious reward—appreciation for the obedience. 

“So, will you continue behaving while I have my fun?” he questioned. “There's no reason why we can't both enjoy ourselves, provided you choose your next words wisely.”

Gavin swallowed a lump suspended in his throat. Exhaling shakily before nodding his head. “I’ll be good.”

Nines frowned, tutting in performative distaste, as fingertips brushed the bites. Applying pressure to neatly formed lines until they were crosshatched with crescent-shaped grooves.

“‘I'll be good’, and what else?” He challenged, watching intently as his partner squirmed beneath his grip. “You hardly sound convincing.”

Gavin’s eyes widened, anticipative of the impending punishment were he not able to correct his mistake. 

Despite this, a mischievous glint passed the startled gaze. Suggesting no real opposition to the threatened consequences, leading the android to suspect he might goad it deliberately.  

It was a notion that proved far more exciting than it did irksome, although Nines thought valiantly to conceal this. A performance he knew came to their mutual enjoyment. 

Then he stood, returning to his full height. Lauding his impressive stature over his partner, his head tilted challengingly before he reached forward, gripping his jaw possessively.  

“If you truly want this, prove it to me.” He squeezed, kneading the bone, punctuating each authoritative syllable that rolled off his tongue. “Because we both know that you can do better than that.” 

Gavin paused, lingering introspection colouring his cheeks. The creeping protest of the man he was outside of this, bravado and pride pushed firmly aside in favour of yielding to Nines. 

“I’ll be good for you, sir—please. I need this. Need you.” 

“Much better.” 

The human was manoeuvred once more, twisted like a doll until he was slumped against the counter. His face pressed down, arms sprawled loosely above his head, as his knees bowed under the pressure of increasingly unsteady weight.

Nines slid between them, ensuring his partner wouldn't collapse before being beckoned closer by the tempting slope of his back. 

A hand slipped under his shirt, as well as the tie of his apron, exploring the reddened flesh. His synthetic skin unsheathed, sensors awakening to the familiar landscape of scars and moles. 

He indulged in each, lost in a spectacle that was unmistakably Gavin. Then he travelled lower, tracing the tender curves that led to his groin. 

He stopped just shy of capturing a neglected hardness, much to the chagrin of his partner. Then, fingertips skimmed his entrance, moved with featherlight tenderness, and the man promptly forgot his frustrations. 

Gavin grappled to restrain himself, unwilling to give Nines any reason to stop. His hands clenched into fists as he arched further into the counter, hips trembling with the exertion required to keep them still.

“S-Shit.” 

After a few more brushes, Nines receded. Reaching up to find Gavin's mouth, hung wanton and panting against the granite. He pried at the lower lip, teasing it with his thumb before increasing pressure, compelling it to sink.

“Suck.” Gavin did as instructed, capturing the digit in a wet seal and pulling it in. 

The sounds he made were obscene. Low whimpers and heady groans, the epitome of lustful enthusiasm. He traced the lines of exposed chassis, mapping each groove and notch as though afraid they might disappear.

More fingers were added, the man greeting them with matched ardour. Nines waited until each was sufficiently coated, a metric determined by the feedback triggering synthetic nerves. Then he removed his hand, albeit with reluctance. Struck by immediate yearning for the heat that engulfed him. 

The disappointment was fleeting, deferred by his drive to fill the absence. This time, with shared satisfaction. Returning focus to the junction between quivering legs, the RK900 pushed forward. Breaching the seal of the man's entrance with one of his fingers.

Gavin cried out, unable to suppress the call of passion coursing through his veins. He reached weakly for his partner. Imploring him to sink deeper, claiming his body in its entirety. The android denied the appeal. Opposing the motion, refusing to relinquish any modicum of authority. Using his available hand to anchor the man in place, the finger sheathed inside him curled . Striking the top of the delicate walls and dragging across with merciless force. “Just look at how needy you are. Utterly shameless.”

Another curl and Gavin fell apart. Clawing at the grimy foundation holding him upright, whimpering pitifully. Nines delighted in the struggle, enamoured by just how incredible his partner looked like this. So beautifully exposed—and vulnerable—just for him.

“You'll want to be prepared for what I intend to do with you. Now stay still and keep quiet.” 

Nines was certain he heard the sharp crack of his jaw as Gavin clamped down on his lips. Teeth pressed firmly into chapped skin, threatening to pierce through.

He began to work him open. Pumping slowly, coaxing tight muscles to yield and relax, until they had adjusted fully to the intrusion. Then, another finger was added, moving in line with the first to stretch him. 

They extended their reach, increasing pace until they struck a familiar point deep within the man. One that caused his body to seize and head to roll. 

The excursion required to keep silent became more apparent, spilling in large droplets down his temple. Nines struck the point again, fingers formed in a subtle V. Expanding gradually, pulled apart with torturous slowness.

“N-Nines—! ”

The utterance had been accidental, cursed as quickly as it emerged. Gavin winced, his bleary eyes brought to focus, filled with dismay as the android halted. Denying further stimulation and teetering on the brink of detachment.“I thought I told you to stay quiet.” “I know, shit — I’m sorry—wait.” The protests were clumsy and disordered, half-formed in desperation. “I’ll be quiet, I swear. Just, please don’t stop—”

“Why shouldn’t I?” The fingers lingered for a final, excruciating caress before they withdrew. “I think it would be rather entertaining to leave you here. Writhing, whimpering, begging for release that only I can provide.”

“Don’t you dare.”   Desperation twisted into anger, the pleading replaced by something sharper, more incensed. “I said I was sorry, you plastic asshole.”

Nines did not receive the insult graciously. His hand shot to Gavin’s scalp, weaving clumps of sweat-soaked hair into a fist before wrenching back.

He leaned down, growling in low vibrations against the taut skin of his neck. Metallic reverberations rippled across it, chasing the frantic beat of a pulse.

“You will be sorry; I’ll make sure of that.” 

His slacks were removed, practically torn from his body in a fervent motion. Underwear followed suit, with both garments left discarded at his feet. 

Gavin attempted to glance back, enticed by the dull thump of clothes against tiles. In turn, Nines found his ass. Gripping tight, warning him not to proceed with the current motion.

The man whined but complied nonetheless, as his head slumped weakly back to position. He was dazed, desperate, unable to do anything but hump ineffectually at the cabinets in front of him. 

Despite the failure of his attempt, the android ensured his disobedience was reprimanded—penance inflicted in an open palmed strike against raised flesh. 

A searing imprint bloomed, raw and welted over marks already etched by nails. 

“I'm going to fuck you.” His tone was lofty, dripping with entitlement that framed the intimacy as a courtesy. “Precisely as I see fit.”

It was all for show. They both knew just how deeply he craved their connection. Driven by the same insatiable madness as the man caged beneath him. 

Nines aligned his hips, teasing a trail between mottled cheeks before pressing forward—applying steady pressure, breaching the taut resistance until silken walls enveloped him. Clamping down with such precision that they felt melded to his skin.

The delirium it inspired overwhelmed him, and Nines felt his systems falter. His vision was fractured, distorted by a kaleidoscope of flickering mosaics. 

Sight eventually returned, but his grip on reality remained blurred—tethered only to Gavin. Every jitter of limbs and quiver of muscle felt so acutely that they could be mistaken for his own.

Once he was confident the man was ready, he moved, each drive laden with growing passion. Gavin wasn't delicate. He would not break beneath the exertion. Something made clear from the beginning of their relationship.

He wanted this. Rough and consuming in a way that surpassed any human. Frequently breaking down in the height of passion—crying, begging that the android use him to his fullest ability. 

Which Nines did, albeit with a sliver of restraint. Ensuring the man would still be able to function adequately in the days that followed. A well-practised formula, precisely calibrated, that was being pushed to its limit.

Gavin was all but screaming. Wild and remorseless. Demanding full attention, making it difficult to focus on anything else. Nonetheless, Nines persisted, each thrust sending tremors through the counter, scattered utensils trembling as if gripped by an earthquake.

“God, yes— holy shit, baby , keep going —”

Nines no longer insisted the man stay quiet. It was an undesired restraint; now they had reached this stage of intimacy. 

He wanted to hear him, to know precisely the pleasure inspired by each slap of skin. To hang onto each strangled octave as the man fell apart on his cock. A particularly brutal thrust caused Gavin to stagger as his lax grip slipped from the counter. 

Arms flailed haphazardly in his struggle to keep himself upright, as Nines noted that—in his effort to clear the area of hazards—one had been missed.

A glaring oversight, leading him to curse his own negligence. 

The wooden spoon, protruding from their finished cake mix, was catapulted from the pot, clipped by sprawled fingers. It spun through the air, grazing the RK900 across the ear as he smoothly ducked to avoid it. The wayward utensil was then halted by a nearby wall, which it struck with a dull clatter.

The pot, also displaced, teetered on the edge of the stove. It tipped precariously, with no time to stop the inevitable. Then it fell, with a resounding crash, contents fanning across the tiles in a cobalt halo. 

Nines pulled Gavin back, attempting to spare him from the worst of the fallout. Despite the effort, glossy freckles splattered their way up his leg—with one particularly agile splash streaking the line of his jaw. 

The man blinked, stunned periodically, before moving to wipe his face with a terse grumble. This only succeeded in spreading the mess, which now fanned into the conch of his ear. Slipping free from his blissful warmth, Nines reoriented their bodies. While initial analysis suggested the man was unharmed, he wanted to be sure. Advanced analytics checking for any minor scalds or concealed abrasions, that he may have missed from his previous view.

“Are you okay?”

While Gavin was able to tolerate the android's tendency to fret, there were limits to how much he’d endure. Ones that were reached as he swatted the hand delicately tracing his forearm. “Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Just—”

Their bodies had been apart for a matter of seconds when the absence of security backfired. In his resistance, Gavin stepped back, breaking the circle of hazardous spillage. He lurched on the film, and his leg flung out, suspended precariously. 

Before Nines could move to steady him, the counter was rediscovered in the search for support. This proved a mistake as his palm settled into a thick puddle of gunge, squelching audibly. 

His limb was retracted, and Gavin grimaced at the gelatinous streaks trailing his skin. They clung stubbornly to every available line and crevice, mocking hopes of an easy cleanup.

“Maybe we should move this to the bedroom…before they ship me back to Pandora.” 

If there was one benefit to be found in the unfortunate development, it was that Nines—for the first time since their intimacy escalated—could see his face. 

The scrunched nose, with wrinkles gathering pockets of batter. Downturned lips, twitching disdainfully in a way that proved both amusing and endearing—

Really, this summed up the overall sentiments he had toward his appearance. Completely ridiculous. The visual encapsulation of every mistake made to this point. There was something disarmingly real about it; every imperfection laid bare. 

It was too much, as Nines found himself powerless to hold back. Irresistibly and maddeningly attracted.

Given prior caution, he surprised even himself with the ensuing actions. Unwilling to accept a delay in resuming passion, branding their arduous surroundings as a minor obstacle.

If anything, there was an element of appeal to be found in it—the unpredictability of a situation driven almost entirely by carnal impulse and manufactured urgency.

“I don't think that will be necessary.” 

Hands returned to their desired position on the human. Claiming his waist, as their bodies were pulled flush once again. Unresolved need pulsing between their legs—moved in a tight roll of hips. “Allow me to assist.” 

Gavin was hoisted upward as though he were weightless. His legs left to dangle limply over the tiles as a surprise grunt briskly transitioned into a low growl of approval. 

Ankles curled around Nines' midsection, with arms following suit. Locked around his collar, streaking the starched white with large amounts of thirium. 

Nines was far from concerned, deftly manoeuvring the drag marks left by floundering feet as he carried his prize further into the kitchen. A more attractive location was established along the wall, which led to their balcony. 

He propped Gavin against it, ensuring his back was supported. The man scoffed, smirking knowingly, as he extended an impish show of gratitude.

“Such a gentleman.” The crooned tone was punctuated with an exaggerated bat of lashes. Then coyness petered off, in line with the lustful gaze which drifted to his lips.

“...You’ve got me right where you want, tin can. What are you gonna do about it?” 

Gavin knew all too well what this shift would inspire. How the low vibrations of his tone, dripping with lust and rolling with richness against his partner’s face, risked sending him into a frenzy.  

Nines released his own lustful emission in the form of a charged, static rumble. The auditory intoxication, coupled with the dishevelled appearance of the man draped over him, proved impossible to resist.

He re-entered him without warning, and it wasn’t long until their previous pace was resumed. A cascade of long, rampant slams—deceptive in their brutishness—as every stroke was carefully measured, inching him closer to release. 

Gavin soon became swept by a rising tide of euphoria. His eyes rolling back into his head, jaw hung slack, salacious droplets gathering on his lips. 

His hardness was trapped between them, the force of each dizzying thrust levying it with friction. Despite this, swollen flesh twitched restlessly, awaiting release from coiling pressure.

Nines knew exactly the push required to achieve this. Encouraging the man to roll his head laxly to the side until cloudy sights met with the mirrored glass of their balcony door.

“Just look at you; so good for me.” 

He delivered the praise slowly, drawing out every syllable in line with a strategic slowing of pace. Hips began to roll in long, exaggerated curls. Blatantly performative, as he noted fraught muscles clamping around him with renewed intensity. 

“I could do this all day. Loving you, fucking you— ruining you for anyone else. Again and again until you are incapable of anything but screaming my name.” 

Gavin chased their reflections, visibly entranced. The sight, combined with the slew of filth spouting from the android's lips, ultimately tipped him over the edge. 

His body tensed, trapping Nines in a crushing vice; his euphoria peaked with a strangled cry. He bucked forward, release spilling in thick ribbons against lightly freckled skin. 

His rhythm was lost, cognition slipping, as Nines speared into the tightness with frenzied, discordant jerks. Then it was over. His own climax reached, filling the body that gripped him until it could not be contained—leaking down his thighs. 

Gavin continued to tremble, vibrations gripping his every nerve until his release finally tapered. Then he fell still, slumped weakly against the android's shoulder.

“ Jesus... ” He gasped hoarsely, struggling to catch his breath. “That was fucking incredible.”

Nines hummed in agreement. Revelling as soft strands of hair brushed against his clavicle. Leaning down, breathing in the familiar musky scent. “Far more gratifying than a trip to the movies.” 

“Well, shit. Don't tell Connor that. I can hear his heart breaking from here.”

“Unusual for you to express concern for my brother. I fear you might be warming to him.”

The playful rapport was swiftly abandoned. Gavin grimaced, bristling in fervent opposition to the suggestion. “I just don't want to deal with his mopy ass skulking around the precinct. That’s all.” 

Nines had never been so thoroughly unconvinced by a defence. Nonetheless, he accepted it. Carding fingers indulgently across the man’s scalp, slicking back strands plastered to his forehead, peppering kisses in their stead. 

Biometric sensors were triggered, detecting more than sweat clinging to his temple. There was another—distinctly artificial—composition present, now leaking into his inputs.

One that he responded to strangely, evident in how Gavin pulled back, studying his face. Sights locked to his mouth, which Nines suspected was now painted with cool-toned flecks. 

“Ahh, sorry about that,” he grumbled. “Some of that gunk must've got onto my—” 

The sentence trailed off with a clipped wheeze as Nines planted a thumb between stained lips. Sweeping inwards, scooping the fluid through the gap before removing the remnants with a gentle flit of his tongue. 

All the while, he stared at Gavin. Beckoning him to watch as the digit lingered longer than necessary. Accompanied by a low, rumbled hum as it emerged spotless. 

Depraved cogs of reasoning whirred beneath the man’s clouded gaze. Contesting the limitations of his physicality, deciding whether or not he could engage in a ‘Round Two’ so close to the first.

The spent body ultimately succeeded over the willing mind. Instead, he enquired about the fluid that had just been ingested. “How does it taste?”

Nines paused, allowing the material to linger on his taste buds for a moment longer before swallowing back. “Polyethylene, with a subtle hint of cinnamon.” 

Gavin did not seem concerned by the lacklustre feedback, with the RK900 uncertain if he had even registered it. He appeared far more entranced by the prospect of leaning in, claiming a stolen kiss from a now unblemished canvas. 

And so, he did. Slow and lingered. Indulging in the pliant yield of lips before tilting back, parting with a contented hum:

“Happy Birthday, Nines. I'm sorry about the kitchen…and the cake…and your jacket.” 

“I'll be sure to forward you the bill for my dry cleaning,” the android rebuked before abandoning the playfulness in favour of something more sincere: “It is quite alright. Although, can I suggest we take a shower? There seems to be a fairly large amount of ‘cake’ lodged in my ear.” 

[gaiussaidno]

Workplace flirting and shenanigans. Between lovey-dovey Hank and Connor, and always-bickering Gavin and Nines, Captain Fowler would like to retire.

(Read each page left to right).

BINGOOOO BABY!

Square: Square C3 - Prompt: cute banter.

Rating: Teen for gavin's filthy mouth.

Ship(s): Hank Anderson/Connor RK800. background Gavin Reed/Nines RK900.

Warnings: no warnings apply.

Additional Tags: fluff, reed900.

Link on AO3.

big round of applause to @hankcon-bingo.

[aliorsboxostuff]

MALE!READER WRITING REQUESTS OPEN!

Come check out my works bellow!

I've seen how devastatingly little male!reader fics are in my big fandoms, and as a gay man i feel like i should provide us with said fics! Which is why I'm opening my ask box for any and all male!readers and gn!readers requests! (Including anon requests!)

RULES:

I WON'T ACCEPT FEMALE!READER FICS REQUESTS. I’m a trans-masc genderfluid, so male!Readers or gn!Readers are the ones that I usually write and am comfortable with. It’s hard looking for male!reader fics, especially in female-dominated fandoms, that's why I'm opening requests for any and all sad and touch-starved dudes out there! If these don't fit your preferences then you are free to leave, and if you're a female user/reader entering my blog, I hope you remain respectful about the fics I write or get requests for, thank you.

NOTE: I NEVER USE ANY FORM OF Y/N IN MY FICS. Please be aware that i write based on my current fixations. Fixations may vary in how much i want to write them so i’ll be ranking from the MOST interested to the LEAST interested but will write. Please be patient in waiting for your fics as i, sadly, have IRL work to worry about too! 

What i will write:

male!reader

gender-neutral reader

Ftm! Reader

Smut 

Platonic or Romantic relationships

Kid!reader (ONLY platonic-parental relationships)

angst

fluff

comfort

headcanons

nsfw alphabets

drabbles

Series

Age gap (CHARACTERS MUST BE OVER THE AGE OF 19)

What I Won't write:

female!reader

underage characters (anyone under 17)

necrophilia

real people

pedophilia

Omorashi

age play

rape/non-con

incest

offensive/harmful things

THE CHARACTER LIST!

Current immediate fixation:

HOUSE MD (Up to s2)

Gregory House 

James Wilson

Robert Chase

Lisa Cuddy

PEDRO PASCAL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

Ezra (prospect)

Joel Miller

Javi Gutierrez

Javier Peña

Frankie Morales

Whiskey (Kingsman)

MORTAL KOMBAT 1

Johnny Cage

Kenshi Takahashi

Tomas Vrbada

Syzoth

HONKAI STAR RAIL

Boothill

Welt

Sampo

Gallagher

Dr. Ratio

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Satoru Gojo

Nanami Kento

Higuruma Hiromi

Ryoumen Sukuna

Yuuji Itadori (Fluff)

Toge Inumaki (Fluff)

Less interested (but will write) Fixations:

TOP GUN 86’ & TOP GUN: MAVERICK

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

COD MODERN WARFARE II

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

John 'Soap' Mactavish

König

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

Connor (RK800)

Nines (RK900)

HONORABLE MENTIONS

Chris Knight (Real Genius)

Hannibal (NBC)

The Corinthian (Netflix Sandman)

Leon S. Kennedy (RE4 Remake)

Luis Serra (RE4 Remake)

Understand that these are all works of fiction; I am perfectly fine with writing for topics including mafias, mobs, murder, organized crime, war, mental illness, abuse, etc.; but please do not romanticize them in any way. Reading it is fine; please don't romanticize them in your head.

If any of this provided information may seem confusing or have any questions, feel free to drop a DM and I will explain further! I will try to post fic requests as regularly and as fast as I can!

For refrence, these are fics i've written and uploaded to my AO3!

Steven Grant/Male Reader fluff

XMEN Family Pride Fic

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #1

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #2

Deadpool/Male Reader Fluff Confession

Deadpool/Ftm Reader Smut

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader Fluff

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader sunshine x grumpy

Tangerine/Male Reader Fluff/Angst Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader (Escort Fic) Mature

Tangerine/NB Reader Teen&Up

Tangerine/Gender-Fluid Reader (Coming out fic)

Francisco "Catfish" Morales/Husband Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Ellie Fluff

Joel Miller & Kid Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Tess Fluff a bit Angst

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Fluff slight Angst

Din Djarin/Boyfriend Reader Smut

And the Short Fics/Drabbles on Tumblr!

Pulse (Tangerine/M!reader)

Deep Dive (Namor/M!reader)

Hold Tight (Tangerine/gn Reader)

Ner Mesh'la (Din Djarin/Male Reader)

Trinkets (Kurt Wagner/Gender-fluid Reader)

"Anythin' you wanna be." (Hobie Brown & Ftm Reader)

Little Nap! (Meows Morales Drabble)

Anyone that starts an argument about me writing exclusively for men and gender neutrals alike will get a very passive-aggressive and sarcastic reply to your request. There is an abundance of female!readers fics and writers who provide them; I am just here for people that takes a whole day searching for good male!reader fics. IF you do start an unnecessary rant about my fics or my writing preferences at a given moment; I’ve been in fandom spaces for the last 7 years of my life and run on pure manic adrenaline, I will throw hands. 

Without further ado, REBLOG TO TELL ALL DUDES! I OPEN MY FLOOD GATES! WELCOME ALL MALE!READER REQUESTS!