#dbh nines

[nitkapishet]

Gavin: Hey, Nines. Know the difference between coffee and an erection?

Nines, rolling his eyes: Go on.

Gavin: You're not giving me coffee right now😏

[helveticaf]

Stayin' Alive

old doodle :)

[deviant-sent-by-cyberlife]

Hiiii i have a RK900 request :3 I'll be detailed to what I'm imagining but feel free to skip any details that you don't wanna deal with ❤️ but I'm picturing RK900 confronting Gavin when he (sexually) harasses the reader... Maybe he always waits until Hank (and Connor, now that the androids are here) are gone cause they would probably try and stand up for reader, otherwise people just ignore it... But RK900 is there one day when Gavin tries it and he can tell that reader is scared and uncomfortable (what with those super good scanners) and they just freeze up and wait for it to be over when RK900 comes to the rescue... AGAIN FEEL FREE TO SKIP ANY OF THIS INCLUDING THE WHOLE IDEA but I figured I'd send it cause I love how you characterized him

The fluorescent knight

Ao3

Tw: sexual harassment, Gavin

Content: fluff, android x human relationship, gender neutral reader, reader × RK900, not beta read, any pronouns, protective RK900, cute android at the end:)

a/n: Thank you so much for the request! :〕Hope it turned out good, let me know what you guys think ~

English isn't my first language

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“Look at ya, still working on those files, huh?” – Gavin's arrogant voice pierced through your thoughts.

The office was still and quiet, only a few employees remained in there, working away on puzzling cases. In that moment, their presence didn't ease your worries. It never did, actually. They usually pretended not to see nor hear Gavin's unwanted advances towards you. You could understand or more precisely, you tried to justify it in your heart somehow, that they simply didn't want to deal with a bellend like him. So to his annoying voice, they don't even lift their heads from their computers.

How you wished Hank and Connor were there! They were always on your side, protecting and helping you out with anything under the sun. Their unmistakable duo would deal with Gavin: Hank with brute force and Connor with logic.

However, they were out on site this afternoon, leaving you at your desk with a promise they'll be back soon.

Gavin knew exactly how to take advantage of their absence. He always waited, observing you, while sipping that disgusting black liquid he mockingly called coffee, staring like a predator at its prey.

Upon hearing him, you froze instantly. Your fingers stopped their motion above the keys, your spine stiffened and muscles ached, not knowing whether to bolt or stay. You sat at your desk, eyes fixed on your terminal, trying desperately to focus on the case file in front of you. But a sharp feeling at the back of your neck told you it was already too late.

He was looming over you from behind, his voice way too close to your comfort, coming from somewhere near your ear. He sounded slick with an unsettling confidence, laced with an unrelenting force which was used to getting what he wanted.

You could feel him shifting closer to you, sensing a sickening heat on your back omitting from his chest. This closeness unnerved you even more, sending all your screaming blood to your heart and brain, leaving your limbs numb and cold.

“You know, if you spent less time staring at a screen and more time playing nice, maybe you'd actually get somewhere in this department.” – he almost purred it into your hair, as he tried to get into your vision.

You suffered under your heart's forceful attacks, because they became more and more hurting and loud in your ears. Your brain shouted its command at your shaking frame to hit, run or push but you were unable to move. You just sat there, staring blankly at the screen, waiting for the ordeal to pass. You knew he was physically stronger than you, and would make your life a living hell if you weren't “nice enough” for his taste.

Gavin took your silence as an invitation, smirking as he stepped around the desk, his hand reaching out to touch your shoulder, letting his fingers linger a little too long, leaning in dangerously close to your face. The way he positioned himself, you reflexly moved away and met his eyes. His dark irises sickly gleamed and his smirking got wider.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Come ooooon! Talk to me, will ya?” – he chuckled seeing your numb expression.

“Remove your hand.”

A voice cold, level, and possessing the distinct, heavy resonance of a brick wall, shattered the uneasy quiet that was sitting on you.

You instinctively turned around in your chair, moving further away from Gavin in the process and facing the owner of this still voice. Nines was standing a few meters away from the two of you, unmoving and firm. His face wore the same expression as always, that unreadable mask of anonymity accompanied with handsome, delicate features. You saw his LED circling in frantic yellow on the side of his forehead, illuminating his light irises. Under the heavy lights of the office you saw his eyes darken more and more to a dangerous degree.

To anyone else, RK900 looked like an unreadable machine. But beneath that polished surface, his advanced processors were analyzing every micro-expression on you: the slight tremor in your hands, the shallow breathing, the absolute terror in your jumping pulse.

Gavin paused, his smirk flickering for a fraction of a second before turning into an irritated scowl.

“Mind your own damn business, plastic!" – Gavin sneered, though he instinctively pulled his hand back a few centimeters. He tried to puff out his chest, stepping into the face of the android. – "Go clean a toilet or something. This is a human conversation. You wouldn't understand it anyway!”

RK900 didn't blink. He was, after all, an unmovable force created by Cyberlife. He took one deliberate step forward, completely severing Gavin's line of sight to you and putting his massive frame directly between the two of you. His expression became frostier as he looked down on the man, making the flicker of fear bloom in his chest.

​"It is not a conversation," Nines corrected, his voice dropping an octave, carrying a subtle, terrifying edge. "It is a violation of Detroit Police Department conduct guidelines, Section 4, Paragraph 12: pertaining to workplace harassment and assault. Furthermore, my internal biometric scanners confirm that you are causing severe distress.”

His voice was low and felt calm on the surface, but there was an edge to the harsh consonants in his speech. They were slightly mechanical and glitchy, as if it made a tremendous effort to maintain normal speech.

Gavin sneered, trying to sound tough, but his eyes darted nervously across RK900’s massive frame.

“You gonna report me, tin can? Who's gonna take your word over mine?"

​"I am not merely offering a report," – RK900 said softly, stepping closer into Gavin's space again until the detective had to tilt his head up just to make eye contact. – "I am recording high-definition audio and visual evidence in real-time, streamed directly to Captain Fowler's personal cloud server. Additionally…” – he tilted his head slightly, his expression flattening into something serene, which made him look terrifying.

Gavin felt a chill travel up and down his spine as he stared into those ice cold irises. They lacked anything he could call vaguely human. His palms became damp and felt somewhat cold, accompanied with an unsettling feeling in his stomach.

“A-additionally what?! Ugh, you are fucking annoying!”

“...my programming strictly forbids allowing harm to come to precinct personnel. If you touch them again, I will classify your actions as an active physical threat. And I will neutralize it.” – Nines continued his sentence, as if Gavin hadn't said anything.

The silence in the bullpen stretched tight. Gavin’s face turned a mottled, furious red, but as he stared into the calculated eyes of an android built to be a walking weapon, the fight evaporated right out of him. He had to admit, Nines was petrifying. When he bore his gaze into yours he felt like a deep, bottomless ocean, trapping you into its depths.

​"Fucking freak." – Gavin muttered under his breath, taking a step back, raising his hands in mock surrender. He spat on the floor before turning on his heel and stalking off toward the breakroom, eager to put as much distance between himself and RK900 as humanly possible.

•°•°•○•°•°•

Once Gavin was completely out of range, the sharp, hostile aura surrounding the prototype vanished in an instant. His LED cycled from yellow back to a calm, steady blue. He turned around slowly, his stiff posture softening only a fraction as he looked down at you. Observing the lingering shock written across your feature, he crouched down next to your chair, intentionally bringing himself down below your eye level so he didn't feel imposing. He kept a respectful distance, careful not to invade your space after what had just happened.

You looked at his face, moving your eyes across his firm features. They lost their sharp, unwelcomeing edge and seemed kind. His thin eyebrows sat less strictly above his eyes and his mouth borrowed a barely noticeable curve to its side.

​"He is gone," – Nines said, his tone dropping into a warm, gentle register that felt worlds away from the icy lethalness he had displayed moments prior. – "He will not bother you again today. I am monitoring his location; he has entered the breakroom and his heart rate suggests high frustration, but low likelihood of return."

​You tried to take a deep breath, but your lungs felt tight, your chest heaving in short, erratic hitches. The adrenaline that had frozen you in place was finally beginning to wash out of your system, leaving behind a cold, shaking tremor in your hands.

​Nines’s eyes flickered down to your hands, then back to your face. His LED briefly pulsed yellow as he ran a soft scan.

​"Your heart rate is 142 beats per minute, and your oxygen levels are dropping due to shallow respiration," – he noted smoothly. His voice acted like a steady anchor in the middle of your spiraling pulse. His large frame, kneeling next to your chair was a calming presence. – "You are experiencing an acute stress reaction. May I move closer?"

​You nodded weakly, incapable of forming full sentences through the tightness in your throat.

Nines shifted forward slightly and rested his large, synthetic hand palm-up on the armrest of your chair.

​"Place your hand on mine," – he instructed softly. – "Focus on the temperature. My skin is calibrated to maintain thirty-seven degrees Celsius."

​Trembling, you rested your cold, shaky palm atop his broad hand. The warmth radiating through his synthetic skin was instant and grounding. Slowly, the synthetic skin coating on his fingers dissolved away, revealing the white thermal surface beneath, allowing a direct, gentle feedback loop of warmth to transfer to your skin. You've never seen his ‘real skin’ before. It was a hard surface, yet comfortable to the touch.

​"Good," – Nines murmured, his light eyes watching you with undivided focus. – "Now, match my rhythm. Breathe in..."

​He raised his free hand slightly, conducting a slow, smooth upward motion. – ​"...and hold. One, two, three. Now slowly exhale."

​You followed his quiet commands, forcing air into your lungs and letting it out slowly. Nines paced his vocal cues perfectly, using a low, rhythmic cadence specifically designed by CyberLife to reduce human panic.

​"Again. Inhale... and exhale. You are doing very well."

​After three or four slow cycles, the roaring in your ears began to fade. The tight knot in your chest loosened, and the shaking in your hands slowly subsided to a faint quiver. Your heart slowed, stopping its loud screams in yoir ears.

​"I'm... I'm sorry," – you managed to whisper, pressing the heel of your other hand against your eye as a sudden wave of embarrassment hit you. – "I just... I froze. I couldn't move."

​"Do not apologize," – Nines said firmly, though his tone remained soft. – "Freezing is an involuntary physiological reaction to a threat. It is a defense mechanism, not a fault. Gavin Reed took advantage of a moment when he believed you were vulnerable. The fault lies entirely with him."

​He paused, adjusting his position slightly so he could look directly into your eyes, making sure you heard his next words clearly. He held your hand with the utmost gentleness, still continuing to transfer its comfortable heat. He was kneeling on both of his knees next to your chair, looking up at you. Running scans after scans, making sure you were okay.

​"I am only sorry I did not intervene sooner."

​A small breath escaped your lips, halfway between a sigh and a quiet laugh.

"You were fast, Nines. Honestly... thank you. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't walked up."

​"You do not need to ponder that scenario," – he replied softly. – "Because I did walk up. And I will continue to do so."

​Nines gently turned his hand, closing his large fingers lightly over yours in a reassuring, protective squeeze before letting go to give you room. He stood up smoothly, adjusting the collar of his high-collared white jacket, returning to his full, impressive height. He was so tall, but you felt safe as you looked up at him. The look of him, standing above you and protecting you stole a little smile onto your lips.

​"I have already created an encrypted timestamped file of the footage," – Nines informed you, standing beside your desk like a silent, immovable sentry. – "When Lieutenant Anderson and Connor return, I will present the evidence to them, as well as to Captain Fowler. Until then, my secondary objectives have been suspended."

"Suspended?"

​"Yes," – RK900 said, – "My sole primary objective for the remainder of the shift is to remain within a two meter radius of your desk. You will not be bothered again.”

Your face fully lit up, smiling up at him fully. You felt a thousand little butterflies fluttering in your chest as you were listening to him. These little creatures delivered what felt like sunshine into every inch of your veins, warming you inside out.

“Only within a two meter radius?” – you echoed back his words teasingly.

“Do you wish me to recalibrate?”

“Hmm, yes. Let's say… remain within the radius of this chair” – you pointed at a chair while you put it next to your desk.

Nines sat down without a world, but you caught a glimpse of his face. You saw the sharp jawline, and the usually stoic expression, however they gave way to a subtle, undeniably soft twitch at the corner of his thin lips.

“Nines, are you.. smiling?” – you asked, tilting your head, a teasing tone sneaking into your voice.

“I do not” – he answered immediately. His posture straightened into rigid, military style, and the tiny curve on his lips vanished so fast you almost wondered if you had imagined it. – "My facial actuators were merely performing a routine calibration to ensure fluid micro expressions. It was a mechanical function, not an emotional response.”

“Uh-uh.” – you smiled, crossing your arms over your chest and looking at him with raised eyebrows. – "A 'routine calibration' that just happened to look like a genuine smile right after protecting me? Sure, Nines."

​"Androids of my model do not 'smile' without purpose," – he insisted, looking straight ahead at the bullpen wall as if refusing to make direct eye contact would somehow make him more convincing. – "It is statistically improbable that you observed an emotional deviation."

​"You're cute when you try to act all serious after getting caught," – you murmured softly, shaking your head fondly.

​The words had barely left your mouth when the LED on his temple gave a sharp, rapid pulse, flashing from blue to a warm, fluttering yellow.

​Nines went entirely still. Underneath his synthetic skin, a faint, azure warmth began to bloom across the bridge of his nose and the tops of his high cheekbones. His thermal regulation systems were suddenly working overtime, pushing a light, blue-tinted Thirium blush straight to his face.

​"I am... an advanced RK series prototype," he stammered slightly, his vocal cords faltering for a microsecond before he caught himself. He cleared his throat, which was a completely human habit he had definitely picked up without realizing it. – "I am designed for tactical efficiency and criminal interrogation. I am not 'cute.'"

​"Your LED is spinning yellow and your face is literally turning blue, Nines," – you chuckled softly, feeling lighter than you had all day.

​Nines shifted his weight, his eyes darting down to you before quickly looking away again, the blush deepening just a fraction more.

​"...The ambient temperature in the bullpen has risen," – he muttered quietly, though there was a soft, undeniable softness returning to his eyes. – "My cooling fans are simply adjusting."

​"Right. The temperature," – you agreed, letting out a soft sigh of relief and relaxing back into your work. – "Whatever you say, Nines."

​"It is a fact," – he murmured softly. But he didn't move an inch away from your desk, standing guard beside you with a gentle, glowing LED and a warmth that stayed long after the cold terror had faded.

[thawberry]

reposting chiikawa gavin sorry hes so cute to me

[caco3-keast]

rk3.but puppy

[nitkapishet]

Gavin: Will you ever shut the fuck up, tincan? Where's your mute button?

Nines: It's called a kiss, Detective. Though I doubt Captain Fowler would approve of that in the middle of a workday.

Gavin: I know another way.

Nines: If you're referring to a blowjob, he'd approve of that even less.

[poffipoff]

How each DBH character f*kcs you

Headcanon

DBH x F/Reader

Warnings- [SMUT]

RK800 Connor

Connor is a switch.

Although Connor usually prefers to be the dominant one in bed, over time he has learned to let go and let you take the lead. Everything is new to Connor, but he learns quickly and is naturally curious. He constantly asks how things work and if there is anything you would like to try.

At first, Connor is... Sloppy. He doesn't lack self-confidence, but he hasn't yet fully grasped the right way to do things. His grip might be too tight, leaving bruises, he forgets to let you breathe until you tap him on the shoulder and his movements are hesitant as he pauses to observe your body.

But when he learns to understand his desires and the kind of intimacy with you that he enjoys, everything changes.

"Your really pretty." His gaze remains locked on yours as he pins you between his body and the bed's soft mattress. His kisses against your neck are hurried, and his grip on your wrist is firm with no amount of pulling will set you free.

But how does he fuck your brains out?

Connor's pace is going to be fast. He has your legs spread wide open for him, while his forehead rests against yours. The feeling of your soft body against his was a sensation he never wanted to forget, the wamth and wetness that felt so welcoming.

He does not fully know how to think outside of the box, meaning that if you want him to do something while his cock keeps hitting against your warm gummy walls, you have to tell him. Otherwise he will only focus on his mission, and that's having you cumming on his hard cock until it turns white. His led blinks between yellow and red before turning blue after a moment.

Remember to praise him afterwards. "Good boy, Connor. You were so good for me." He lets you put on one of his shirts after he has cleaned you up.

RK900 Nines

Dom

There is no but.

Nines is the least afraid to try new things, though he is quietly critical of certain fetishes found online. For Nines, sex is about trust, but also a differend way to reveal a little more of himself, and to see more of you. His gaze often wanders over your body without any shame. You often feel seen, yet also shy. That is exactly how he likes it.

Nines possesses an unwavering ego and self-confidence, even when trying something entirely new. He calculates every move and every heartbeat, all while watching your stress levels rise.

Nines will leave bruises, but they are bruises of pure love for you. He might tug your hair if ypu get too cocky or leave you desprate and watch you beg for him to touch you already.

But once things get deeper, he becomes softer in his own way. Nines will always make sure you are comfroble but now he lets you see him visibly getting worried if the heat of the moment is getting too much for you.

But how about the actual sex?

Ruthless. Logical in ways that makes him sound a bit mean. His thrust never slowing as he streches you open. One of his hands squeezes the soft flesh of your thigh, while the other rests beside your head. His chest bressed against your as he feels your hard nippels against his synthetic skin.

Loves it when he can make you go quiet from pleasure, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you choke on your own moans and whimpers.

Your walls gripping his cock, milking him until he leaves you full and satisfies.

After care was something Nines had to learn to do, not because he did not care about you, but because he has always seen you as someone strong who can take care of themselfs.

"You have my complete attention. You did well."

RK200 Markus

Dom

Even though Markus is perfectly happy for you to take the lead, there is something very beautiful about the way you trust him during these vulnerable moments. Markus wants to learn alongside you and take things at a steady pace, exploring what feels good for both of you. He never wants to do anything that might hurt you, and he hopes you will treat him the same way...which, of course, you do.

With Markus sex is more than just lust or intimacy. For him, it is a way to show his love, his care, and his trust in you. He takes the time to explore your body, letting his hands wander and occasionally give you a squeeze, while his lips plant feather-light kisses all over your skin.

Once you two have work out eachothers likes and preferences, sex starts feeling easy and light. All previous nervousness vanishes.

"I want to be close to you." Markus loves keeping his face close to yours and maintaining eye contact.

But how does he fuck you?

Although Markus is a gentle lover, he is also a fierce and strong protector. His pace is steady as his thrust are more on the rougher side. Even though his hold on you is gentle, his calm composure makes you break under him, giving him the chance to tease you. "Don't worry about the sheets," Markus says softly as he watches you struggle beneath him. It feels almost unfair that he can appear so composed while you whine and choke on your own moans, all because of his cock being so deep inside of you. But Markus will only cum inside when given premission.

He enjoys closeness and care after sex, and appreciates it even more if you insist on looking after him in return, even if he doesn't need it quite the same way you do.

PL600 Simon

Sub

Although Simon is capable of adopting a dominant role specifically for you, he often finds that he actually enjoys being the one in the submissive position. At times, however, he can be dominant, even little needy and selfish.

Simon was in no rush to move on to more intimate stuff. Not because he didn't want it, but because he considered even walking hand in hand to be intimate enough.

Simon is certainly not opposed to trying new things, but he needs time and patience before he is ready. Simply being anxious about whether he can make you happy. Sex is something very precious to both of you. It is a moment of trust and it leaves no room for judgment.

You need to take things slowly with him and savor the vulnerability between you as his hand rises to stroke your hair. Simon’s touch is hesitant and gentle as a breeze. It makes goosebumps rise on your skin.

"Am I doing okay?" He is breathless as he seeks reassurance. His hands gripping your hips as you grind against his shaft, while on top of him.

But how does Simon fuck you?

He needs to see your face. He prefers to keep you close, though it isn’t strictly necessary. You are lying on your sides, and he holds one of your legs up in the air while trying to maintain a fast pace but struggels with how good everything feels. His cock twitching inside of you as you softly moan into his neck. Simon constantly asks how you are feeling and whether there is anything he could do better.

But giving him reassurance and praises can make him feel more confident, fasting his pace and soon painting your walls white. Always finding a way to leave you breathless and wanting more.

Loves making sure you are taken care of and cleaned up before setteling down. Any evidence of your little act will always leave him blushing.

PL600 Daniel

Daniel is a switch.

At the start of your intimate journey, Daniel takes a dominant role and is reluctant to relinquish control. However, once he realizes you have no intention of betraying his trust, he relaxes and begins to let you take the lead. This is a major step for him. Trust is something he hasn't experienced before, so it is important to proceed carefully with him.

For Daniel sex is a way to get rid of his stress while taking care of you. It might take him a moment to pick up on the hints that you desire him sexually, but once he catches on, you’ll talk about it before trying something fun together. Daniel states directly and without hesitation what he wants and what he doesn’t.

Sex is going to be less frequent between the two of you. It’s not that Daniel doesn’t want to, it’s just that he finds it hard to find the right moment to relax and enjoy your company without the voice in his head interrupting him. He is still learning to let go of the past and not let it haunt him.

"I know that I want you." Daniel supported the back of your head with his palm, his fingers brushing against your hair as he searched for your gaze. He wasn't waiting for permission, but for a acknowledgment. For you to say that you wanted him, too.

But how does he fuck you?

Daniel loves having you close. He grabs onto any part of your body he can reach and won’t let go, unless you want him to. He respects your boundaries just as much as you respect his.

His cock slides in and out of you with a ruthless pace that doesn't seem to slow down. He makes sure, however, never to hurt you. He doesn't want to hurt anyone anymore...and certainly not you. Daniel guides you onto your side, keeping you where he wants, as his tip slides between your wet folds, slowly pushing in until he reaches the deep end. Turning your head so he can hold eye contact with you while fucking you until all his doubs fade away.

Daniel will treat you like gold as he draws you a hot bath. Helping you into the tub with a smile as he apologizes for going too rough.

Gavin Reed

Switch

While Gavin enjoys being the one on top, he can get little too cocky at times and needs a reminder where his place truly is. Not that he actually minds even if he complains the whole time.

After Gavin knows you are someone he can trust deeply, he is an open book. Tells you what gets him going and what is off the table. But has an extra ear when listening your preferences.

At first, he might seem really arrogant with him constantly teasing you and speaking to you in a rough tone. He wraps his arm around you and glares at anyone who even glances your way. But once your relationship reaches a certain point, he softens. He is still an cocky bastard, but now he lets you see deeper sides of himself. Touches becomes gentler as if you were made of glass. He looks at you as though afraid that if he blinked, you would vanish... And he didin't want that.

Sex with Gavin is going to happen often as he views it as way of bonding and letting off steam after a long shitty day.

But what about the fucking?

His thrust are slow but hard. His cock always shoved deep into your cunt, while whispering your ear.

"Stay with me, babe. I know you can take it." Some days Gavin has you crying as he fucks thruh your release... But other days all he wants do is have you close to him. Gavin's bare chest was pressed against yours, his warm breath brushes against the sensitive skin of your neck as his hands rest on either side of your head, caging you. His cock sliding in and out of your sobbing cunt while staying completly silent, aside from the few soft praises he drops at you. Your hands rise to stroke his hair, rewarding you with a soft groan before he fills you up.

Gavin pulls you close to him after both of you come down from your high, rubbing your back before vanishing into the kitchen to make dinner.

[majoryolk]

Life activities interfered with my fandom activities the other day so I only had strength for pencil practice

Nines my boy u make me so happy did I mention I have a huge ass framed artwork of his glorious face on my wall 😂 a proper Reed900 devotee it’s a me