Connor, RK900, Markus, Simon, and Gavin x gn!reader
Some headcanons about what it would be like to be taken care of by some of the characters of Detroit: Become Human while recovering from getting your wisdom teeth removed.
Inspired by, well, getting my wisdom teeth removed.
[A/N]: I got my wisdom teeth out a while back and it honestly wasn't as bad as I'd heard from other people. My mouth tasted funny for a while, though.
Connor:
Chances are, you’ve already briefed him on your wisdom teeth procedure and everything that happens before and after
By the time the actual surgery rolls around, he’s downloaded every bit of information about pre-op and post-op
And he’s not going to hesitate to bother you remind you about everything
“Don’t forget to wear comfortable shoes and clothing.” “Y/N, you can’t have any food or water 8 hours before the surgery.” “Y/N, please refrain from strenuous exercise in the 24 hours before your surgery.”
When you come out of surgery loopy on anesthesia, he sits with you in recovery and tries to talk you through it (even though you don’t remember a lick of what either of you said)
I’d say he’s a mother hen post-op, but more like a worrywart type
He’d buy all kinds of liquid foods for you and is constantly asking about your pain levels
Gets a lot of weird looks in the supermarket while he’s checking out the soup aisle
“That’s not a domestic android I’ve ever seen…”
He’s definitely on top of your antibiotics schedule, and if you need it, pain meds
Makes sure you’re regularly irrigating the wounds if you need it
If you’re ever worried or insecure about swelling and discomfort post-op, Connor is there to smother you in kisses
Nines:
As a deviant, he isn’t as much of a mother hen as Connor, probably because he’s more self-assured in his ability to take care of you as well as your ability to take care of yourself when you can
He wouldn’t hover as much as Connor but he’d definitely download information about the procedure before you go
Coming out of the operation, you knock out again for a bit in recovery and Nines insists on staying with you, covering you with his jacket and letting you rest your head on his shoulder
If Connor got weird looks while in the supermarket buying things for you and picking up your prescriptions, Nines sticks out like a sore thumb
Like he’s clearly not a domestic/service android so he confuses a lot of shoppers and employees as he browses the aisles and fills his basket with cans of soup, oats, and ice cream
“Why on earth is a police investigator android buying soup on a Friday morning?”
If you’re in pain, he’ll do everything to comfort you
Pain meds, ice cream, cuddles, your comfort movies and shows, anything for you
He doesn’t seem outwardly clingy or affectionate but he’s such a softy
Markus:
This obviously isn’t his first rodeo
If you’re scared going into the surgery, he’s with you all the way until the nurses put you to sleep
Cruises through post-op no matter what state you’re in due to the sedative
At home, he’s got you covered
No need to break out the cans of mush—he’s got you covered with homemade soups, the softest scrambled eggs you’ve ever had, soft pasta dishes, you name it
With Markus, you’ll never miss a dose of antibiotics
If you’re in pain, worry not
Markus has your pain meds, blankets, and infinite cuddles
He’ll have your favorite flavors of ice cream on hand
Straight out of the tub if you feel so inclined
Simon:
He might not be a caregiver like Markus but he was once a domestic and childcare android
Calms your nerves going into the operation and when you’re all woozy post-op he’s right by your side
Coming out of the operation, it doesn’t matter if you look like if Alvin the Chipmunk got into a fistfight and lost—Simon’s there to shower you in kisses and envelop you in hugs
Like Markus, you’ll never have to worry about the liquid and soft food diet
If the pain’s too much, Simon will be your arms and legs for the time being
He’s a wizard with chores and errands
It’s like you never even got your wisdom teeth out
Gavin:
Would totally take off work to help you recover
Which, given how competitive he is at work, would probably seem like an anomaly to his coworkers
“I’ve never seen Reed take off for more than a day or two at a time. Shit, he’d come into work sick so long as he wasn’t actively dying,” Says Tina
“I’ve had to wrangle that fucker into his car more times than I can count to prevent him from coming into work injured,” Grumbles Fowler
“Hopefully he’ll take this time to rest as well as take care of someone else.”
Would record the stuff you say coming out of sedative in post-op for the memories (and for you both to laugh at when you recover)
I don’t see him being as great of a cook as Markus or Simon, but he’s definitely able to cook to support himself and you
Of course, he’d get you all the ice cream you want
He knows what it feels like to be in pain and cranky so he does everything he can to either comfort you or give you space to get through it
If you wanted it, he’d cuddle with you while you spend the day reading or watching your comfort shows and sipping on smoothies (no straws allowed, of course)
To anyone getting their wisdom teeth out soon, good luck! To anyone recovering from the surgery, feel better soon!
Hope you enjoyed reading this silly little compilation of HCs! See you next time x
cw(s): murder on page (android) & self loathing (Nines)
Humans have never adapted to change well. Whether it be death or life. They always seem to cling onto something to be emotional about. It's no doubt that the deactivation, well more like murder, of his interest's homemaker android will spark a chain of negative reactions.
Grief.
That's what his programming tells him you will go through.
It's so trivial.
The model you own is old, inefficient, and a waste of whatever money you spent on it. Every time he sees you, his processors sense your distress. So this Cyberlife creation's only purpose is a failure. What happens to failed androids? They are retired.
Although, for some odd reason, you have an emotional attachment to this one, as he has previously thought over so many times. It is not logical.
Perhaps that's why you fail to see the deviations in his code. You are too busy being illogical to assess your cybernetic work partner's change of 'heart'.
"I am better."
"Stronger."
"Faster."
"More resilient."
He shouldn't have to verbalize these things towards a dying android. It is clearly inferior. So why is there this need to—just this need.
"What makes you think you deserve them more than me?"
The other android begs for its life but gives no pertinent answer. How boring; well, if he could feel boredom. Perhaps he has that ability. He shouldn't have that capacity—to feel. That was the failure of his predecessor.
Yet here he is, seemingly enamored by a human, going to great lengths to capture your attention and keep you fixated on him.
Pathetic, but still less pathetic than the thing that claimed to be your home android.
clink.
Its patheticness is no more.
That was over twelve hours, thirteen minutes, and forty-nine seconds ago. Now he stands beside you with a new objective.
"Nines, help me find who killed my android, not just because we have been assigned to the case, but because she was my home android."
Summary: Nines experiences synthetic dermal tone shift triggered by emotional stimuli (aka blushing) when you call him cute for the first time.
Contents: tooth rotting fluff, RK900 X reader, gender neutral reader, any pronouns, android x human relationship, established relationship Slightly Awkward Android Feelings™, not beta read
a/n: sorry americans, but I don't understand feet and stuff. 180cm is around 6 feet if google isn't lying to me.
This is the first time I’m writing him, hope you enjoy:)
It started with a coffee. Or, more accurately, your coffee and his silent observation of it.
You two were sitting in the breakroom at the station, catching a break from the investigation you were assigned to with the android. It was a pathetic effort to call it that, it was more like a sterile conference pod with a coffee machine and a few tables thrown in as an afterthought. However, it had a window which lighted the otherwise sad little room with the colours of the outside world. Pink, yellow and blue neon colours creeped through the glass, illuminating the side of the RK900’s face. He had strict but delicate features balanced perfectly, thanks to the technology and engineering of CyberLife. His light eyebrows always sat stern above his icy grey eyes, as they observed everyone and everything around him. The comfortable blueness of his LED shone through the meek colors of the jumping ads, matching the fluorescent part of his jacket.
Nines didn’t need breaks, he was after all, designed to be the best, most durable and most efficient android Cyberlife has ever created, but for your sake he always sat down with you while you drank your coffee. He would never admit to it but the minor malfunctions your presence caused in his system were … preferable and positive.
It was such a strange sight seeing his nearly 6 feet tall figure sitting inhumanly stiff and perfect across your warm and gentle frame, while you were drinking with all of your imperfections in your posture.
You blew gently on the steaming cup, holding it with both hands, enjoying the warmth and the hot scent of the liquid that washed over you. Cold, grey eyes watched your every move silently and curious from across the table. You suggested he buy thirium so he could also ‘drink’ something on your break but he refused every time, stating that he didn’t need to drink nor eat. So he remained stoic and unmoving every day, as you two sat down together.
“I don’t understand the appeal,” – he started in his monotone, flat voice – “based on my calculations, caffeine has a bitter taste. However, other research supports the fact that humans prefer foods and liquids which are sweet.”
A tender smile danced around the corner of your lips as you answered him – “That's true. But maybe it's not about the caffeine, but rather about the feeling of warmth and comfort it brings out in people.”
“Comfort can be simulated.” – His strict eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly, analysing your words. You found it so endearing about him. Always researching and fact checking then returning back to you asking questions in the way others found intimidating. You knew that he would never reveal such ‘confidential information’ about himself outright, but you saw him tyng to understand how feelings worked. In his own way, he was making tremendous progress. As time went on, you discovered a soft light behind his icy irises every time you praised and agreed to his findings.
“Sure,” – you replied, sipping. – “But it's different when it's real.”
He was quiet again for some time. His LED blinked between blue and yellow, processing your words carefully, and trying to come up with an optimal response probably. You had learned to wait for however much time he needed to ‘think’ about things he’s just learned. It was a fascinating thing to watch him working through these new challenges, as he didn't change at all. His face, no matter what happened, always wore the exact same tone deaf expression as if he was reading a grocery list. The real chaos was buried deep inside him, between the blue wires of his chest and brain, pulsating, running and buzzing with speed and a quite frustrating anger which demanded answers.
After what felt like 10 minutes, his low voice penetrated the silence of the room. – “Every day you spend time with me… I find it agreeable.”
“You do?”
“Yes.”
You tilted your head, studying him for a moment. The sharp line of his jaw framed his handsome face as he looked at you seriously. You couldn’t help but get lost in the details of his pale features, the curve of his perfect forehead and the line of his nose as it flowed down his thin lips, then travelling back towards his irises. His expression was calm as usual, but his eyes betrayed the slightest flicker of something sweet. They were swimming in the mirrored lights of the neon ads, highlighted from within with a strange light that wasn’t part of his usual appearance.
He was charming in the way the snow filled Alps are. Freezing at first glance but calm and hiding something pleasant. They sing a sort of quietness into the air, which you have to experience to understand, and even then a few hidden mysteries remain. However, instead of being threatening, it’s welcoming towards you.
How could someone so strong, designed for perfection, could look at you like you were beyond logic?
A soft smile sneaked into your lips and eyes, making them twinkle as you continued to look at him.
“You are cute Nines.”
His head jerked up in the tiniest movement, surprised eyes locking into yours as his LED started to run around in yellow. He blinked once, twice , thrice.
“Cute?” — he echoed the word, which felt strange on his own tongue. His emotionless voice was quieter than usual, as if even uttering the word itself could bring danger with it.
“Yeah,” — you said with a shrug, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. — “In a ‘deadpan robot boyfriend who pretends he doesn’t care about human things but definitely does’ kind of way.”
Now he froze. His already motionless structure became, if possible, even more still and stiff. The flicker of yellow at his temple increased, became rapid, almost frantic in its blinking, urging a response. He dropped his gaze to the table, then to the floor , then back at you, as if trying to locate the correct social response and failing miserably. Into the pale canvas of his cheeks, blue thirium started to slowly drip into, dying it the lightest of azure.
“I… do not believe I was designed to be… ‘cute’”. — he said awkwardly and roboticly in a way that was ridiculously charming.
“Maybe not,” — you said, leaning forward just a little with a teasing grin on your lips. — “But you are. Especially when you make that face.”
“What face?” — he shot back immediately, blinking again.
“That one.” — you said pointing. — “The one you are making right now. All confused and blushing.”
Upon your words, the azure deepened, creating a deeper ocean across his handsome face. He looked utterly scandalised like a Victorian man seeing a bare ankle the first time. — “I’m not blushing. My internal temperature regulator is functioning within normal parameters.”
You raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. — “Then what’s with the blue cheeks, big boy?”
He glanced away, clearly at loss. You thought he looked completely and irresistibly beautiful like this. His LED becoming one yellow circle from the constant flickering, his averted grey eyes running softer checks and searching for an answer and of course, his light skin flowing with his cobalt shade. For a moment, the always composed RK900 looked … shy. And of god, if that didn’t make him even cuter.
“I am… experiencing an unfamiliar psychological response.” — he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. — “… possibly triggered by your compliment or your proximity.”
You blinked, confused for a second, decoding his response then laughed softly. — “You really don’t know how to take being called cute, don't you?”
“No,” — he stated plainly. “But… I don’t object to it.”
Your smile softened as you looked at him affectionately. “Good, because I mean it.”
Silence entered the room again, but it wasn’t an awkward one. It was filled with soft glances and unspoken thoughts. You placed one of your hands onto his stretched ones, petting them slowly with your thumb.
After a while, his thrirum levels recovered into their normal measures and his paleness returned. As he looked up, his chilly eyes had a gentle look to them and his LED faded back to a calm blue.
“You are… cute too.” — he said, like it was the bravest and most challenging thing he’d ever done.
You couldn’t help but laugh again. However this time, you were the one blushing.
↳ I’ve fallen back in love with Detroit: Become Human, and am revisiting characters I never wrote for previously.
Summary || It doesn’t take a seasoned employee of the DPD to tell when something is off. Although you’re painfully awkward, Nines is too.
CWs: Drinking, self-doubt, anxiety
THERE IS SOMETHING TO BE SAID WHEN MACHINES GROW COLDER. Dust settles upon screens long forgotten, and the world keeps spinning. It’s the natural course of archaic technology.
There is something even stranger about when machines gain sentience and grow colder still. After the revolution, there was a tremendous explosion of energy on the streets of Detroit. Be it riots, advocating for the rights to be revoked from our android companions, or celebrations of life and love, welcoming mechanical arms into our own.
You weren’t quite sure where you stood.
Advancements in technology benefited everyone, no? Well, there was reasonable fear and intimidation when it came to innately intelligent creatures walking amongst you. But your fears were kept on the back burner. Never would you state your distrust. A secret cradled close to your heart.
The revolution brought about many changes. Firstly, assistant androids quit in mass, leaving many offices and departments scrambling to hire anyone they could find. That’s how you entangled yourself in the absolute madness that was the Detroit Police Department. Fingers curled into the overwhelming, unsteady nature that encompassed the DPD. The first few days were a blur of miscommunication and frantic attempts at normalcy. Eventually, though, things settled down enough to allow you to get into a flow.
It was early in the evening that you were running around with files. For the sake of confidentiality and to prevent data leaks, the DPD had turned back in time and reverted some cases from solely digital to also having physical copies. Manila folders jostled in your arms as the heels of your shoes clicked steadily on the tile flooring. Some folders were from the forensics team, requesting verification on certain details. Others contained more sensitive matters and couldn’t be assigned digitally without clearance. Unsurprisingly, delivering these folders was a task that fell to you.
The continuous clicking of keyboards, pour of coffee, and occasional cough were the sole sounds in the bullpen. The entire building smelled of bad-quality brews. Terribly boring, and oh so uneventful. The real action took place outside of the precinct. Here, it was all paperwork and reports. Affidavits didn’t write themselves, or at least, not anymore.
Hardly anyone looked at you as you handed out folders. Just another face trying to repair the state of the world, one case at a time. You stopped at a desk, sorting out the folders that went to this particular detective. An android, you noted. Still bearing that swirling blue LED and CyberLife-issued uniform. It was unusual. Most androids shed their uniform first; if not, the LED marking them as separate from humans. Not him, though.
There wasn’t a flicker in his blue eyes. No interest, no appreciation. Perfectly dull. He accepted the small stack from you, murmuring a quiet thank you before looking back at the illuminating terminal. His thanks weren’t exactly insincere, just... monotonous. Going through the motions of human niceties. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve assumed he hadn’t deviated.
You didn’t say anything back, opting to continue what you were paid to do. But the interaction stuck with you.
It stuck with you enough for you to actively pay attention to what the android was up to. Every time you walked past, he was still in the same position in his chair. Focused on work. You never saw anyone interact with him. Not even a casual hello. It was lucky if someone even glanced his way, but all you saw in their eyes was disdain.
The next day was much of the same. A routine you’d grown accustomed to. Heels clicking against tile, papers being rifled through, coffee streaming into cups. This time around, though, lighthearted conversation flowed from the break room. Unable to keep to yourself, you peered into the break room. You recognized the three lingering by the coffee machine as Reed, Chen, and Miller. They were discussing some type of get-together. Your presence didn’t go unnoticed for long.
Gavin vaguely directed the other officers’ attention to you. “Hey, newbie!” he greeted, a slight condescension rumbling in his words. You waved, turning to leave when Tina called for you. Curiously, you glanced over your shoulder at her warm smile. Tina elbowed Gavin lightly. “Are you free on Friday?” she asked. The tension in your core unraveled, feeling a little more welcomed within the circle. “Uh, I think after five I would be,” your voice is softer, trying to be personable but feeling like you’ve failed horribly. Tina nodded, and before she could say anything, Chris cut in, “We’re inviting the department out for drinks. You can come too, if you’d like.”
It’s nice. Nicer than you thought they’d be. It felt like everyone had known each other for years here, that you were the odd one out. But here you were, being invited out for drinks so casually. A grin adorns your face, “Just send me the address, I’ll try to make it.” Try is an understatement, but you don’t want to look so painfully excited over something as simple as drinks.
Friday can’t come soon enough. Tina, thankfully, sent you the address on Thursday, playfully threatening you to be there or be square. It’s 6:30, and after debating what to wear, you finally decide on something and head out. They’ve chosen a dive bar with very mixed reviews online. Not a place to bring out the fanciest clothes.
As soon as you enter, it becomes abundantly clear just how loud the precinct can be with just a little alcohol in their system. Officers crowd around a pool table, mocking each other and teasing every miscue. It’s a new side that you hadn’t been privy to before. There are faces you recognize, and others that are new. Perhaps from other departments, total strangers, or serendipitous circumstances that have kept you from meeting them before.
The first place you stop by is obviously the bar. Something tells you to order a beer to be normal, but your heart has other plans. “Tequila sunrise, please,” you request from the bartender. She has a bright, toothy smile, showcasing a piercing that lies ahead of her front teeth. She gets right to work, “Of course, darlin’!”
Someone sidles up next to you at the bar. At first glance, you think it’s the android that stumped you the other day, but on closer inspection, you realize you’re wrong. This android, although remarkably similar, has no LED. That, and his eyes are brown. Warm and comforting, bubbling up with excitement as he gazes across the room. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, you almost feel shy under his curious eyes. He extends a hand out to you. “You’re the new assistant, right? I’m Connor, the-” he cuts himself off, “Lieutenant Anderson’s partner.” Ah, well, you were certainly aware of the lieutenant. Part of you contemplates what Connor was going to say, but you don’t think much of it. You didn’t know the lieutenant had a partner, but Connor seemed pleasant.
Hesitantly, you shook his hand. You introduce yourself, and offhandedly you question, “Where’s your twin?” Connor appears to know what you’re talking about, and after surveying the room, he shrugs. He looks apologetic. “I’m not sure where Nines is currently, but I doubt he’d even be here.” Nines. You commit the name to memory. A drink is set in front of you; a pretty ombre of orange and red. The beloved tequila sunrise you’d ordered. You take a sip from the highball glass, nodding to Connor’s words. “Not a social butterfly, hm?” It was an easy assumption to make from your first impression of Nines. Connor laughs, a lovely sound escaping from his lips. Well, that was an answer for sure. Connor shakes his head. “No, not at all,” he confirms, short giggles still chorusing from him.
As his giggles fade off, a more contemplative expression falls over Connor. He leans back against the bartop, hands clasping the edge. He looks incredibly casual, especially when the thought of Nines’s stiff posture echoes in your memory. His voice is quieter, “He’s not exactly... popular.” You almost pity Nines in the moment. Even here, surrounded by people that were meant to be his friends, Nines would probably feel just as out of place as you do. In a way, you understand. Not to the degree that you think he would like, but you know.
Subconsciously, you stir your drink with the thin straw provided. “Sounds lonesome,” you murmur.
“He is.”
Connor pushes off the bartop, leaving you by yourself while he wanders off. He leaves you with much to think about.
The alcohol does its job, warming your veins and lowering your inhibitions. Things feel like they’re going your way, and conversations, like whiskey, flow. There’s a friendliness in the air, and everyone talks to you like they enjoy your company. Especially Gavin, who unabashedly flirts with you while tripping over the cuffs of his jeans. You play pool, and officially get your ass handed to you by Tina. She proudly boasts about her skills, talking about the angles and physics required in billiards. You almost roll your eyes, but you have to admit, Tina certainly knows what she’s talking about.
After a while, socializing begins to feel more draining than you can handle, and you bid farewell to your coworkers. It’s enjoyably cold outside the bar. A stark contrast to the stuffy atmosphere you’d subjected yourself to for hours. Your fingers lightly tap the phone screen, calling an automated taxi to bring you home. The breeze traces your warm skin. Gently cooling you down after feeling so uncomfortably warm. Maybe it’s the alcohol convincing you the chill is as inviting as a lover’s sweet caress. If you could, you would’ve leaned into it.
The taxi pulls up, stopping in front of the curb. You hop in and type your address into the GPS before being hauled home by the luxury of Detroit’s automated taxi service.
At the office, the next morning, it’s evident who was at the bar last night and who wasn’t. There’s a groggy feeling blanketing everyone. It’s quiet. People are too caught up in how badly they need an ibuprofen to converse or even to complain. The smell of subpar coffee almost feels like a slap to the face. A very unnecessary addition to your already-budding migraine. The lights overhead are too much for your eyes to process, so in the few minutes you have to spare, you sit down. Your hands rest in your lap as your eyelids flutter shut. It’s enough to ease your mind.
The feeling of being watched opens your eyes once more, and with a glance, you see it’s Connor looking at you.
He averts his gaze. You wonder if he’s thinking about what you spoke about last night. About Nines.
You cannot begin to imagine how it feels to be in either Connor’s or Nines’s position. Having to shift your entire perspective on life to break down the walls of code and orders that kept mechanical minds at bay. It’s complicated, you realize. Humans have always, since the beginning of time, been intimidated by what they couldn’t understand. Some people in the office are still openly hostile towards androids. Faster, more intelligent, more efficient. It was uneasy, feeling utterly useless when compared to creations superior to yourself. So, you understood.
There’s a gnawing feeling clawing at your ribcage. An uncomfortable shift within yourself. It whispers, aches. All this time, you’d been so caught up in your own struggles and difficulties. You feel guilty and remorseful for not taking the time to express something so easy and natural as empathy.
It’s then that you make a promise to yourself. To show kindness. To stop being scared of backlash for simple niceties, and do them because it’s what you want to do.
You stand up, brushing off your pants. The click of your shoes leads you to Nines’s desk before you even realize that’s where you’re going. He peers up, his expression unchanging as he notes your presence. Suddenly, no string of words forms. Every thought you have feels stupid.
Nines keeps his pale blue eyes locked on you. In panic, you default to what feels the most normal. “Did you have any papers that need running?” Oh, what a fool you are! You didn’t even think about what you were going to say. And now, you’ve backslidden terribly into work talk.
What should you have said? A premium offer to be friends with a brainless human like yourself? Why would anyone as advanced and solitary as Nines be interested in socializing so trivially with you?
Nines shakes his head, the slightest motion. His voice is steady, as solid as the metal in his core, “No.” That’s all it takes for you to completely deflate. With a quick turn of the heel, you go to retreat shamefully over your abhorrent attempt at being friendly. Then, Nines calls after you. Something you hadn’t expected. You stop, not daring to look at him. It would be shocking if he couldn’t sense the horror sloughing off of you. That knowledge, that he knew how fast your heart raced, that he could analyze the clamminess of your hands, it was alarming to your own internal systems.
Nines speaks calmly, a tinge softer than you thought him capable of, “Was there something else you wanted to say?”
A second chance.
Oh, how suddenly grateful you were.
You begin to turn, startled eyes meeting Nines’s. A sigh leaves you, and for a while, it’s silent. As silent as the precinct allowed. Only shuffling papers, clinking mugs, and the occasional cough were heard. It’s quieter without the click of your shoes, you notice. Your lips twitch once. You try to think of something clever, something more meaningful to say. But the words escape you. Nothing sounds right.
So, you’re honest. “I, uh... I noticed that you don’t really talk to anyone in the precinct.” It’s direct, perhaps more blunt than you intended. You pause before continuing, “I was wondering if you wanted to go out for drinks or something, you know, whatever you’d prefer.” There’s a voice in the back of your head reprimanding you for saying drinks, because you know androids don’t drink. The LED on Nines’s temple turns yellow, swirling repetitively. Maybe it’s a bad idea, but you keep talking, the sentiments pouring from you before your better judgment can turn off the faucet. “I know what it’s like to be so isolated, and, uhm, if there’s anything I can do to make you feel more included, I’d be honored to do so.”
It’s quiet. Painfully so. You take Nines’s lack of reply as rejection.
You slowly edge away, one foot moving behind the other as you try to retreat once more. It’s hard to look away. Especially with just how intense Nines’s eyes are. The very moment your eyes flick to the tile floor, Nines blurts out, “Wait!” There’s panic in the lilt of his voice. Like maybe he feels as though he’s at fault.
Of course, you do wait.
Nines frowns, but not as though he’s upset or disappointed. It’s that awkward frown that results from having said the wrong thing. An expression you’re very familiar with, mostly when it’s on your own face, but that’s beside the point. Nines opens his mouth to speak, but he doesn’t make a sound. Instead, he leans back. He’s staring at his desk. A fixed look that, to you, feels like he’s weighing out his options. It gives you a moment to really look at him without feeling as though avoiding his eyes means he’s judging you. A few faint moles dot his cheeks and forehead. They’re small details, but they’re enough to really make him human-like.
As if remembering he’s the one who directed you back here, Nines snaps into perfect posture. His eyebrows raise a little. “I would like that,” he decides on. Maybe the same faucet is faulty in Nines as well, because he keeps going. “To go out for... something.”
you’re a detective at the DPD after the revolution, and the android cyberlife assigned to assist you is a complete jerk. despite this, you can’t help but hold out hope that there’s something more to him.
— 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙩? ; connor “nines” - RK900 /reader
— 𝙬𝙝𝙤’𝙨 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣’? ; “ any soft love and developing empathy for Nines aka RK900 and a detective? ”
— 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣’? ; RK900 is an asshole and he knows it, workaholic nines, reader's a goofball and gets on nines’ nerves, nines sucks at emotions, reader puts up with him for some reason...
— 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚? ; this did so ass booty bunz when i crossposted it, i'm lwkenuinely flopping 🥹✌️it's okay tho, ik my tumblr gng got me 🤑 anyway, i don’t really know how to write for nines so i just... winged it. enjoy! be good ppl ;)
Summary: fucking in the car, tease and dom Nines, handcuffs, roughness, gunplay (loaded or unloaded, up for interpretation, whatever rocks your freak), kinda angsty
Side notes: obvious nsfw, f!Reader is a detective and human
It was unfair, truly, being the lead detective yet it feels like he is actually in charge.
You really enjoyed Connor's company and you worked with him and Hank Anderson just fine but it eventually changed when the police department welcomed another android, a supposedly "improved" version of Connor, RK900.
It was odd looking at him, he had Connor's voice and face yet he felt like an entirely different person, well, android. He was different but the copy and paste look still felt uncanny.
He was partnered up with you in hopes of improving your search for the people who make the red ice drug in hopes of making the problem less prominent instead of bigger.
It went alright so far, sure it was unusual having such a serious and more intimidating "Connor" but it wasn't that bad until he decided he likes being in control much more and eventually becoming a little pushy with you, reminding you that he's your partner, not Connor, so you should go to him to discuss work.
Tonight was a failed mission yet again, you were so close, finding an underground laboratory belonging to a criminal group making red ice, the evidence was there but unfortunately they were a step ahead, they already moved their equipment and any other evidence so all you were left with was a trap, people attacking you and Nines, you were close to getting seriously injured if it wasn't for Nines stepping in since you decided to not listen to him when he said for you to stay behind him.
The ride back home was tense and quiet, he insisted on being the driver, you quietly look out of the window, the moon high up in the sky as you lean your head against the glass, watching cars drive past, you see your home coming close and you're relieved to be finally back home soon or so you thought till Nines suddenly drove past and kept driving somewhere in the woods and arriving at some clearing.
You were confused and slightly nervous but soon you ended up in his lap, making you sit there firmly, he handcuffed your wrists behind your back, keeping you in place and under his control.
You feel his gun pressed against your forehead, it's empty but enough to put you on edge, his LED a dangerous red, his other hand gripping your thigh beneath your skirt.
"You really think you can just go around and do as you please? There's a good reason why you should listen to me, you're easily breakable and not replaceable" He said, his lips near your ear.
He slowly caresses the gun along your cheek, down your neck and over your chest, he knows he's putting you on edge, making your heartbeat go faster, running his gun over your hips, ass and then thigh before he presses it against your covered clit.
He slowly pushes aside your panties, gliding his gun against your folds teasingly and at an agonisingly slow pace, enjoying the faces you make because of him.
Afterwards he licks the slick off of his gun, maintaining eye contact while doing so.
You hate to admit it but this situation excites you more than it should and your panties are ashamedly getting more damp from his actions.
Gun aside, he grips your jaw, making you look at him as his hand slowly enters your panties, rubbing two fingers slowly against your wet folds while he scolds you.
Thumb rubbing against your clit while two fingers are deep inside of you, his face ever so serious and calculated, making sure you know your place.
Nines made sure to properly punish you, for not listening to him and not relying on him enough, he can't have you mess up his missions anymore.
He speeds up his pace, diving his fingers deep into you, his other hand caressing your body gently, a stark contrast to his demeanour and relentless pace between your folds.
He graces his lips against your neck, not giving you a break from his fingers, leaving gentle kisses while his other hand slowly unbuttons your shirt, his kisses going up your jaw till his lips were touching yours but he wasn't kissing you yet.
"You better remember this night but I wouldn't mind repeating it over and over again if it means you'll start to behave" he slows down his pace between your legs, earning him a whine from you.
He gently kisses you, getting a good taste of your lips for the first time, his touches growing more needy, his kisses more intense, his other hand gently caressing your exposed stomach and collarbone, getting a feel of your soft skin.
He eventually pushes his tongue into your mouth to taste you, his sensors going havoc.
Once he knows you're getting close to an orgasm, he pulls out, watching your whinny and flushed face with a teasing smirk.
He lifts his fingers up to your mouth, making you clean his fingers, at this point you just go along with whatever he wants, enjoying it just as much as he does.
When you're done he unzips his pants to take out his hard cock, you blush at the sight, CyberLife certainly made him well equipped which made you wonder if Connor is also well built like this.
He pushes your panties down and takes it off, throwing it behind him into the back seat, rubbing his cock against your folds, his warm breath next to your ear.
This was very new to him and he made sure to savour every new feeling he's experiencing, his hand gripping your thigh while the other tangles into your hair, slowly pushing in.
You gasp when he suddenly enters you, he only smirks and pushes in further to feel all of you, to make you feel all of him.
He starts off with a gentle pace before fucking into you more intensely, pushing your head against his shoulder and neck, closing his eyes, his mouth slightly open as he enjoys the feeling, savouring every sound that comes out of your mouth.
You're a mess at this point, mind dazed, body sweating while feeling him hit your deepest parts over and over again, his grip on your hair slightly tightens as he picks up the pace, growing more eager.
He goes back to kissing you while fucking into you.
It wasn't long till you both reached your high, him drawing out your orgasm while he came a bit later, filling your pussy with his artificial seed, keeping you in place, tainting your inner walls white.
He looks satisfied, looking at your messy appearance, chest heaving and face completely dazed, tonight he'll definitely not return to CyberLife.
He himself looks messy, his shirt wrinkled, his pants stained with his and your cum, his hair disheveled.
After cleaning you up and bringing you back home, he made sure to get you to bed before exploring your home, already planning the next intimate session, perhaps he'll make you fuck up on purpose just so he can punish you.
He adjusts his tie and hair while walking around your home, making a report for CyberLife, of course, leaving out certain details.
Attention dbh fandom (I'm beating a dead horse atp) I'm on a writing spree and I want to share my works on here for people to enjoy because I don't always see a lot posted :)
Here's the link to my two fics on A03 so far:
Mors Certa, Vita Incerta
Connor x reader
NSFW 18+
Connor lowkey has an oopsie boo boo in his brain and he's looking for someone from his past (the awesome and cool reader) to help fix him in more ways than one.
COMPLETED (6/6 chapters)
What A Brat
Nines x reader
NSFW 18+
After a long mission, detective reader and your partner Nines stop at a motel to rest. The room only has one bed and there's clearly nothing to do except share it even though the two of you are always at each other's throats (metaphorically and literally).
COMPLETED (1 chapter)
If you guys want them posted in their entirety on tumblr I will, just lmk!
(Anything to keep the fandom alive, I'm literally just writing for funsies)
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
if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.
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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how out of character was he nd don’t lie ): hope this was okay, thank you for reading, ♥︎ if you’d like to be tagged / untagged in any dbh content, let me know!!
