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ultraviolence | part two

rk800 'connor' x reader x rk900 'nines'

GENRE → angst, romance & smut

SYNOPSIS → your feelings for connor grew as the android revolution went on, though a new partner makes you question your feelings.

TAGS/WARNINGS → 18+ descriptions of corpses, blood, violence, homicide, child abuse/neglect, creampie, dirty talking, overstimulation, choking, oral(male & female giving/receiving)

CHAPTERS → PART ONE / PART TWO

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after working in the DPD for so long, you never could get used to the sound of your alarm blaring at 5:00 am. by the time you arrived at your desk, your limbs were already aching for the warmth and comfort of your bed - the type of tiredness that could only be satiated by a full night's rest (which you didn't get most nights).

to add onto the poor sleep schedule you had, the past few weeks had been filled with an unnecessary amount of paper work, and most of your time was spent sitting in front of the terminal at your desk. in order to pass the time, you'd make frequent stops to connor's desk, only to be yelled at by hank to get back to work. or you would attempt at small talk with nines, to which he always responded with narrowed eyes and a stern look. it was clear he wasn't fond of small talk so early in the morning.

this morning was no different than the last, as you sat at your desk, bored out of your mind. the day had just begun, and the steaming cup of coffee on your desk still wasn't able to replace the extra hours of sleep that you had missed. as if a silent prayer had been answered, you swiveled your chair around to see connor's lovely face, greeting you with a good morning. "good morning detective, you seem to be in a good mood today," he gave a small smile. "all thanks to you," you smile, not noticing the grey eyes across your desk watching the two of you. connor stayed silent for a moment as his LED pulsed amber, and you followed his line of vision to see nines doing the same. "i've sent the case file to rk900, i've just got a report of a double homicide and a suicide," he briefed. "what an amazing way to start my morning," you replied, sarcasm laced in your tone.

"lieutenant anderson is currently supervising an academy student, and since i'm not authorized to investigate crime scenes on my own, i will accompany you today." connor said, hands clasped behind his back as he looked down at you. nines stood from his seat, making his way over to join connor. you took a sip of your coffee before standing up to join the pair, grabbing your keys and heading to the lot.

"what do we know about the homicide?" you asked nobody in particular. unfortunately you had to sit in the backseat of your own car, as nines insisted on driving and connor took the passenger seat before you could. "a mother had murdered her own two children before taking her life. an hk200 reported that he was a witness and is currently at the station giving a written statement," connor turned around to look at you, before turning back around to face the road. "and this happened how long ago?" you asked.

"around 20 minutes ago," nines suddenly spoke, despite being quiet the entire ride. "did the android mention that she had a husband?" nines looked in the rearview mirror to make eye contact with you before replying, "no, however legal documents show that she is married." he pulled into a vacant area near the house crowded by bystanders, police and news reporters. the three of you passed the digitalized 'POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS' tapes, ignoring people's questions about what had happened. as you entered the home, the three of you split up. as stated in the report, the crime took place in three different areas; the kitchen, the bathroom upstairs, and the last in the children's shared bedroom.

you headed over to the kitchen, where the wife laid motionless at the table, a gunshot wound lodged in the back of her head. part of her brain matter was exposed, and the surrounding area had been decorated in brains and blood. it was a gruesome sight to say the least, but you suspected that it was a little odd position for a suicide. connor stood next to you, moving in front of the corpse and analyzing her body. connor's on sight forensic analysis proved to be quite effective as it saved a lot time, compared to waiting for forensic reports after you had analyzed the scene. his brow furrowed slightly, as he looked at you (not without sampling the blood of course). the weapon - a glock G19, was located next to her hand, along with a glass of wine.

"that's unusual. the exit wound isn't on the back of the head, instead it's in the front. it's a strange way to shoot yourself," connor examined, turning to you for your opinion. "i don't think this was a suicide. i think it might've been a homicide, but we can't say for sure," you replied to his analysis, before leaving to join nines upstairs. connor watched your retreating figure, before reconstructing a possible scenario.

as you walked up the creaking stairs, you took notice of the door that was slightly ajar in the distance. as you neared it, you realized it was the bathroom. you pushed the door open with a foot, immediately noticing the bloodied corpse of one of the children in the bathtub. the water had been drained, leaving the body in a pool of her own blood. the victim suffered three gunshot wounds, one in her chest, one in her right side and the last one in her forehead.

it was sickening to see, but the more you looked the more things you found. the gunshot wounds weren't the only injuries she had, as there were welts scattered across her legs, and faint burn marks on her wrist. the welts could have come from a belt. the sight immediately reminded you of the hk400, the first case you ever worked on involving an android. a bubble of disgust and guilt boiled in the deep pits of your stomach, but you swallowed it and stood up, only to be startled by connor's unannounced appearance. "jesus, you scared me!" you sighed. "i didn't intend to startle you, detective," connor said reassuringly, with his hand on the small of your back. you ignored the comforting feeling of his hand on your back, and moved to the final room, leaving connor to analyze the second corpse.

nines crouched next to the young boy, who didn't look older than the age of eight. he took a sample of his blood, analyzing his DNA like his predecessor. like his sister, he was shot. but forensic analysis suggested he was strangled before. judging by the purplish hue on his neck, it was evident that he'd been choked. "i reconstructed a possible scenario. it seems that the perpetrator came in through the door, and then proceeded to choke the victim before shooting him four times," nines explained, looking at you as you stared at the bloodied corpse on the floor. the carpet had been stained red, along with a stick figure drawing of the boy and his family. a few crayons surrounding the picture had suffered the same fate as the drawing - stained red and broken.

you noticed that he suffered the same marks, which were obvious indicators of abuse. nines and connor had seen it too, the bruises, the burn marks and the welts. "I think the mother might have been abusing her children. maybe she felt guilty after doing this and decided to take her life," your brows furrowed as you examined the room further, noticing the lack of clothes and toys.

"It's likely, as her fingerprints match the ones on the gun." nines said. connor chimed in, adding to nines' analysis. "however, the exit wound on her forehead indicates that she couldn't have shot herself. if she killed her two children, then who killed her?" your brows only furrowed in confusion as you tried to piece together what had happened. judging from their analysis, she couldn't have ended her life. if the hk200 was a witness, then he was lying, because the mothers death wasn't adding up. the husband was also nowhere to be seen, and the gun she used was registered in his name. there was only one way to make sense of this mess, as it had spiraled into something beyond what the files insinuated.

"hello, my name is detective l/n. what's your name, honey?" connor and nines watched in the observation room as you questioned the hk200. "my name is michael," he replied, fiddling with his hands in his lap. connor's brow arched slightly from the pet name, an unknown feeling erupting in him that could only be described as jealousy. "thank you for being cooperative, i understand you've already given a written statement but we'd like to ask you a few questions." you opened the case file, revealing the images taken of the bodies. he avoided looking at the pictures, and looked at you or around the room. the room was designed to be plain and bland, in order to keep the person under questioning focused and not distracted. this allows for them to rely on the detective for any type of distraction.

"what did you do today, michael?" you started off with easy questions to gain rapport, as answering easier questions would put him at ease and he would be more likely to give you more information. you could always scare them into a confession, but that would only escalate the situation and end in a possible destruction. "i did my usual list of chores," he replied. you nodded, "does this include cooking meals?"

"yes," he confirmed. "can you tell me what their mother does? does she help out, or does she rely on you for taking care of the children?" you noticed as he began to shift in his seat at the mention of her. "she left taking care of the children to me, and she'd spend most days drinking." you nodded, "did you have a good relationship with the children?" he took a little longer to respond, his eyes glossy with a type of pain you'd seen before. a look you wished to never see again. but then again this wasn't about you. "yeah, we did a lot together. drawing, playing games, normal things." he sounded hurt, like he was genuinely affected. you felt for him, reaching across the table to offer a comforting hand to him. he put his hand on top of yours, relaxing a little as he calmed down from your touch.

"was she married?" you had asked, despite knowing the answer. it was a simple test to see if he was lying or not. "yes. her husband would come home late and leave early in the morning, so she wouldn't spend much time with him," he explained. upon hearing this, connor did a quick search and was able to find his workplace. it was possible that the husband had left before the crime happened, and would come home to horrible news. "what time does he leave for work?" you asked, and the android replied rather quickly. "he leaves at 7:00am." by the time you arrived on scene, it had been 9:27am, and if it happened around twenty minutes before you arrived, then the husband would have been long gone, meaning the crime would take place around 9:07am.

you pushed a few images of the injuries on the children, waiting for him to look at them. "since you took care of the children, you probably have noticed these marks on them. do you know who caused them?" he visibly stiffened, eyes trained on the images of the marks and bruises. he then stared at his lap, remaining silent. but the look of guilt on his face was becoming more apparent. "i know you cared about those kids. you looked after them everyday. i can see the pain in your face." his brows started to furrow, before he slammed his fists on the table, startling you slightly. nines and connor were quickly alerted by this behavior, bodies tense and ready for anything to happen. "you don't know anything!" he yelled. "i don't, so tell me the truth," you pressed. he stayed silent again, before admitting it.

"it was the mother. she did it," he confessed. "she'd beat them almost every night. one time i tried to stop her but she said she'd return me to cyberlife if i stepped any further."

"then who killed her?" leaning into the table, you watched as he averted your gaze, "she committed suicide." it was evident he cared for those children, and seeing their abuse would become something he couldn't tolerate any longer. it started to make sense, when you placed him in the same position of the perpetrator from connor's reconstruction, it all made sense. she had downed glasses of wine after murdering her children, michael finally had enough, his heart broken over the deceased children - and so he grabbed her gun, and shot her in the back of the head before placing the gun so it looked like she committed suicide.

it seems that he started to realize that you knew what happened - what he did. "we both know that's not what happened." you stated firmly. he quickly shot up from his seat, lunging across the table to knock you to the ground. your chair tipped back, causing you to fall on your back. he was quick to get on top of you, his hands immediately wrapping themselves around your throat, and his skin peeled back to reveal the white plastic underneath. you kicked, and tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he was too strong. your throat burned as his digits dug into your tender skin, his fingers right above your pulse point. it throbbed wildy underneath his fingertips, only encouraging him to keep his silence.

connor was quickly on top of him, a hand pinning him to the table while michael's hands tried to fight the deadly grip of the rk800. nines quickly pulled you out of the room, and as much as he wanted to deal with the hk200, he knew connor could handle it.

connor didn't say a word, and it terrified the android underneath his palm. he could only stare into the hot rage above him, warnings popping up in his screen warning him of a shutdown. connor had torn out his thirium pump, the tips of his fingers holding onto the pump in his hand. hot blue blood splattered over his fingers and clothing, though that was the least of his worries.

"you're going to talk," connor suddenly said. "you have approximately 120 seconds before you shut down. i suggest that you tell me the truth, otherwise it won't be the other officers you have to worry about. it'll be me." he leaned into his ear, before putting his thirium pump back into place. his forearm pushed him down into the table, preventing him from moving. "i won't tell you." michael sneered. connor said nothing, and immediately grabbed his arm to probe his memory. michael grunted, the sensation feeling like a burn throughout his body as connor searched his memories. that was all the confirmation that he needed.

michael was escorted out, and you found yourself in the bathroom again, splashing cold water onto your face. after all that happened today, you felt like you didn't solve anything. the husband would come home to his entire family gone, and you felt like you couldn't save anyone. this feeling of shame and guilt, you felt partly responsible. it brought you back to the painful memories of the last case, but this time you had connor and nines.

"you should go to a hospital," nines suggested. both of the androids had scanned you again and again, all to make sure that you were alright. "i'm okay nines," you reassured your partner. "nines?" connor joined in, his head turned to look at his replica. "yes, that is the name that was given to me from the detective." nines replied, his eyes locked onto his predecessor. connor ignored nines, and asked if you were really alright. his fingers itched to touch the bruises forming around your neck, but he pushed away the thought and focused on your well-being. "you both don't need to worry. i've been doing this for years," you replied cooly.

fowler had come up to the three of you, his intense gaze locked on you. "you should head home, l/n. we seriously cannot have you getting injured on the job again," he said sternly. connor was about to retaliate, but nines placed his arm in front of him to stop him. they made brief eye contact, communicating silently.

'don't make it worse for her,' nines said. connor ignored him, his eyes locked on yours as captain fowler scolded you while also making sure you're okay. you sighed once he left, running a hand through your hair. "i guess i'll be getting home then," you said to both the androids, noticing that connor looked worried. "let me drive you home, i feel partly responsible for your injury," he said, his hand on the small of your back again. you smiled, trying to mask the way your body responded to his touches. though, you had forgotten that connor wasn't the only one who could read your body, nines could too. his LED circled amber as he scanned you, taking note of how your temperature raised whenever he or connor was around. he bid you goodbye, and watched as you left with connor for the night.

the car ride wasn't awkward at all. one thing that separated connor from nines was the fact that connor spent more time around humans, and he knew how to make conversation easier. the sound of the car engine and rain pattering against the roof put you at ease. detroit could be pretty at night, especially when it was raining like this. "i saw you take care of that android, you can be scary," you laughed. he gave a small smile in response to your laughter, "i didn't mean for you to see that. i apologize if-"

"i'm only teasing you," you nudged his arm with a grin, "it was kind of hot." he cocked a brow, his social relations program helping him differentiate the two meanings of the word. "hot? i don't think cyberlife intended for it to come off that way.." you laughed, missing these conversations with the android. if only hank could supervise academy students forever, and you could have both rk units to yourself. "i'm worried for you detective, it seems that you're putting yourself at risk with these cases. you should be more careful," he looked over at you, his eyes flickering to your injury before returning back to the road. you eyed him as he drove, fighting the smile the threatened to crawl up your face at his concern for your well-being. "thank you connor, but that's kind of my job. i knew what i was getting into when i was training to become a cop. i know the risks, but for you i'll be more careful." it was strange for him, for him to smile without making the conscious effort to do so, for his body to do things that weren't premeditated and forced.

the more you looked at him from your peripheral, the more you saw the differences between him and nines. you never would compare them, but they were so different in personality that it was slightly humorous. sometimes when you looked into connors eyes, you couldn't help but feel like you'd give him everything. his eyes ere so soft, and the only thing you could compare it to were puppy dog eyes, the thought of it making you chuckle, causing the android look over at you. "what's funny, detective?" you shook your head, "oh nothing. i was just thinking about how hard it must be being the most attractive detective alive," you smiled. if he could blush, he definitely would. "it must be an everyday struggle for you then," he replied cheekily.

it wasn't long before he was inside of your house, awkwardly lingering at your front door while you took your shoes off. "you should stay the night, it's raining too hard for you to be going home so late." he nodded, analyzing your home. it was a modern space, decorated with matching furniture but lacking any personalized items like photos. "i'm going to change, i'll be back soon, you can hang out here,"you smiled before disappearing into a different room. he walked over to the kitchen, noticing a pet food bowl, and an orange cat purring as it rubbed it's body on his legs. he crouched down, petting the cat gently. the collar was a light pink, with the name reading 'peaches'.

you returned, only to find him very immersed with petting your cat. you smiled, crouching next to him to pet her. "she seems to like you," you said, fingers accidentally brushing against his as you pet her together. "she's nice, i like dogs and cats." you chuckled, smiling from his pure nature. he was so sweet. "androids don't sleep, do they?" you suddenly asked, after thinking about what he was going to do while you slept. "no, androids don't require things like sleeping or eating. however we do have a 'rest mode' where we temporarily shut down to reserve energy." his eyes were attentive to your exposed skin, as he was used to seeing you in long sleeved tops, and a skirt with stockings. but you were in the comfort of your home, wearing a tank top and shorts. he appreciated the view.

"that makes sense, I think I'd go insane and hallucinate after not sleeping for a couple of days," you replied, moving to the couch where he followed you. he looked cute sitting in your girly living room. his eyes flickered between you and your neck, your tank top revealing more of your neck and chest, which he tried to ignore. "it doesn't hurt if that's what you're worried about," you said, after noticing his LED turn amber a few times. he was analyzing you. "i apologize, i didn't mean to-" you cut him off by shaking your head, placing a hand on his thigh which was impossible to ignore. "that's okay, i know you're concerned. it's sweet connor, I'm thankful for you," you smiled. something fluttered within him, it was the feeling he got when he made amanda happy or accomplishing a mission, just without being literally forced to accept the woman. she was long gone, but that's what he could compare this feeling to. who knows, maybe he just liked being praised. "thank you for being understanding, detective." his thirium pump raced from the sudden contact, his skin warming from the heat of your palm. "please, call me by my name. even in the office. you're my friend," you rested your hand on his shoulder, the urge to just touch him everywhere overwhelming you. "okay, y/n." the sound of your name rolling off his tongue was something that you enjoyed too much.

his eyes were trained on the floor, a pang of guilt welling up inside him from today's events. "i still feel responsible for your injury." you sighed, "connor, it's okay. it's not your fault." your hand moved to his, and you held his hand gently. there it was, that feeling again. he wanted you to hold his hand forever. your thumb brushed over his knuckles, and he gently squeezed your fingers in response. you suddenly got shy, as your eyes avoided his and you slightly warmed from what you were going to ask. "connor?" you asked for his attention, and he'd give it to you, no questions asked. he titled his head slightly, finding it hard to focus when you were holding his hand. it was far more intimate than any other gestures you've given, besides hugs, he might've found a favorite. "what is it det- y/n?" he corrected. "can i hug you?" you smiled shyly at him. it was unusual for you to ask since you'd always just go ahead and hug him (not that he minded), but it seemed like in your personal space and a much more secluded area, you seemed to be more nervous when alone with him. "of course you can, you don't need to ask. is that why you were nervous?" he teased, and you smiled before leaning into him and wrapping your arms around his body. hugging him wasn't what you expected- it was nothing like hugging a mannequin, but it wasn't like hugging a human. he still had the warmth and the softness from his skin, but under that was plastic and metal that made his body feel more firm. almost like how you'd touch flexed muscles, his body was similar to that.

his arms were wrapped around your waist, a little more loosely than yours. he liked the way you smelled, your smell was comforting in a way. as an android, he could register smells, but he didn't experience them in the same way as humans. certain smells are tied to memories, like a home cooked meal reminding you of childhood. yet your scent made him feel a certain way that he couldn't describe, no matter how many times he tried to compute it. it was just a pleasurable feeling. you smelled good all the time, everytime you hugged him he'd smell bright crystal by versace. "i have a question, y/n." he suddenly spoke. you hummed into his shoulder, prompting him to continue. "what makes you so affectionate towards me?" you almost laughed at his question, but it made you stop and think for a second. he could feel your heart race, and he didn't know why, it was a simple question.

"because I like you." you pulled away, looking to see his reaction. "thank you, I like you too. it's a great pleasure to be working with you," he gave a soft smile, not quite understanding what you really meant. you laughed, and shook your head. "I meant I have feelings for you. and it's okay, I don't expect you to return them, but I just want you to know that I've liked you for a really long time now."

his brows furrowed slightly, now understanding what you meant. you were worried, did he like you too? it had been strange for him. to deny his feelings at first, to ignore the increased whir of his thirium pump when you were around, to distract himself from how good your touch made him feel. to try to talk to someone else because he felt the need to be around you all the time. lately he's been more accepting of these feelings, and some of the new urges he's discovered. he's never felt the urge to want to touch someone before, to see you do things that were completely inappropriate. at first, he felt shame for thinking about you that way. but when he came to accept that it was probably normal, it was easier to let loose. his silence made you worry, but he was happier than he's ever been in his entire life. his LED was showing that he was currently processing the information, and he tried to hide how happy he really was. "I have feelings for you too, and I don't think I would've ever admitted them because I was afraid of rejection," he admitted, a soft smile tugging at his pink lips.

him? connor? the deviant hunter was afraid of being rejected by you? it almost made you laugh, because the thought was so bizarre to you. "are you serious? you were afraid?" you teased him back, and he rolled his eyes at your comment. he looked at you, and then your lips. you did the same, hoping that the two of you were sharing the same thought. in an instant, his lips were on yours. it was a completely new sensation to him, since the only thing to touch his lips were his fingers when analyzing DNA, so the feeling of your plush lips against his own was very new. he liked it.

your hand found its way on the side of his neck, and you deepened the kiss by gently pushing him back onto the couch. his LED pulsed a steady blue, even if inside he felt like he was burning up. he'd never felt so hot before, the component that circled cool air into his system working twice as hard to keep him from overheating. your tongue ran across his bottom lip, and he couldn't deny that he really liked that. your tongue then pushed past his pearly whites, and he actually thought he might catch on fire if you keep pushing him like this. his hands ran up the small of your back, and he pulled you into his lap, making you pull away from the kiss momentarily - a string of saliva connecting your mouths. you pulled him back by his tie, your fingers looping around the fabric to loosen it. it started with his tie, then his jacket, and then your fingers were slowly unbuttoning his shirt. he tilted his head back, allowing you to kiss his neck and the middle of his throat, your tongue running down his adams apple.

he was experiencing pure bliss, the feeling of your tongue running against his skin almost burning him from the heat. your kisses started in between his collarbones, and then it led down his sculpted stomach. you were pleasantly surprised by his muscular physique that hid underneath his clothes. through the jacket, you couldn't see much, but now you were able to see how strong he actually was. cyberlife intended for him to be stronger, and in doing so they gave him a lean yet muscular physique in order to be faster and precise. you slowly shifted to your knees, kneeling in between his thighs. you pushed his legs apart, and rested your arms on his thighs, while your fingers played with his belt. his cock strained against his boxers and his jeans as he looked down at you. your palm pressed on his crotch, and he clenched his jaw from the sudden pressure. fuck, you were going to break him.

"shit," he hissed, feeling more of your hand pressing on him through his jeans. it was a first hearing him curse, and fuck did it turn you on. before you continued, you momentarily stopped to ask him if it was okay. he nodded, his breathing becoming heavier as you unbuckled his belt. you pulled his jeans down enough to where his boxers were exposed, and fuck you didn't expect him to be so...big. it was hard to hide your surprise at his size, and you finally knew why he was always in a good mood. he smirked, his head tilting while his hand ran through your hair. you pulled his cock out gently, kissing his tip before wetting the length with your tongue. you made direct eye contact with him while you ran your tongue up the length of his cock. he nearly came just from the sight.

"you're so pretty," you complimented, before taking him in your mouth. the artificial muscles in his thighs clenched from the heat and wetness from your mouth, and he didn't know if he could handle being inside you if your mouth felt this heavenly. he let out soft grunts, making you clench your thighs together. you spit on his pink tip, before swirling your tongue around the head of his cock, your hands working up his length. you took him in your mouth again, your eyes tearing up from his tip hitting your throat as he gently thrusted into your mouth. his breathing became heavier, grunting while his head tipped back. you were surprised to feel his fingers gripping your hair, before you realized that he was holding you in place. he grunted one last time, before cumming into your mouth. unlike humans, his cum didn't have a certain taste as it was artificial, yet there was still something delicious about it, and you practically licked your lips clean.

your knees ached from being on the floor, and you were surprised yet again when he kissed you again, this time more hungry. you kissed back with the same amount of hunger, your lust never ending for the android that was above you. you laid on your couch, watching as he placed his hands on either side of your head. it was his turn to be in-between your thighs, and you whimpered feeling his cock press against the outline of your shorts. "i want you just as bad as you want me," he muttered into the crook of your neck, his lips kissing at your jaw and neck. unfortunately you couldn't bruise android skin, but he could bruise yours easily. his tongue licked at your skin, and he began to suck to leave a hickey. your hands traced the muscles on his back, your palms running up and down the smooth skin. "yeah? prove it," you challenged, watching as he nearly tore your shorts off, leaving you feeling exposed.

he was a little overwhelmed by so many urges at once, the urge to break you and leave you begging for him, or to fuck you until you cry. your back arched as he started to kiss your exposed cleavage, sitting up on his knees to squeeze your boobs. he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about doing this before. you moaned, watching as he lifted up your tank top and discarded it to the side. he kissed your chest, and you arched your back enough for him to remove your bra. he looked down at you, admiring how pretty you are. "you're prettier," he replied to the comment you made earlier, leaning down to squeeze and play with your boobs. he pushed your hips down from moving up into his, his palms holding you down easily. he decided to do the same, and pressed a thumb against your clothed pussy. you whimpered as he moved his thumb in slow circles, applying the right amount of pressure for you to be arching your back.

"my mouth isn't just for sampling dna, you know," he uttered lowly, his lips pressing against your pussy. you felt so hot, your skin burned from every touch. his hands gripped at your thighs, before moving one of his hands to tear your panties off. he didn't know if he could hold himself back, but for your sake he tried. "oh fuck," you whimpered as he ran a tongue up your slit, brown eyes peering up at you for your reaction. your brows twisted in pleasure, as his tongue began to work magic on you. the tip of his tongue swirled deliciously around your clit, before his lips sealed around you. it didn't take you long until you came on his tongue, his middle and ring finger buried deep into you while his mouth lapped at your clit. your abs clenched, your back arching and your toes curling as you unleash yourself on his mouth.

the moans that spill past your mouth are filthy, filling up the room along with the smell of sex. his fingers shove themselves into your mouth, and you're forced to taste yourself while you look up at the android above you. he looked so hot, his lips were slightly parted and shiny from being in between your thighs. his hair was slightly messy from you tugging on it, which he didn't mind. how his hair looked was the last thing he was thinking about. all he was thinking about was fucking you until you couldn't take it anymore. you lovingly suck on his fingers until his fingers are stripped of your taste, your tongue grazes his knuckles as he pulls them out from your mouth.

"is this your first time?" you asked, your fingers tracing his jaw and running down his chest. "yeah," his short response made you grin, and you pushed him back into the couch, immediately crawling onto his lap. his dick rests against his stomach, and you guide it back to your slit, hovering over him slightly in order to put it in. he looks down at your hand wrapped around his dick, capturing all of this and storing it into a special area that could only be accessed by him. he was definitely going to look at this later. you slowly sink onto his cock, the both of you grunting from the pressure. he seems to be in pure bliss, his head tilting back, his pretty pink lips parted and brows furrowed. if you could take a picture, you would. you gently rock against him, moving your hips slowly in order to not overwhelm him. your hands rest against his chest, and his hands grip onto your hips as you ride him slowly. you lean down and kiss his neck, adding onto the pleasure he was feeling right now. soft gasps and groans slipped out from his mouth uncontrollably, as he started to lose himself in the feeling of you clenched around him. you started to move faster, a pace that only brought the two of you closer to your end. your pussy wrapped around him deliciously, your wetness dripping down and spilling onto his thighs. he wasn't going to let you have all of the control, though.

it might have been his first time, but he sure knew how to fuck like he'd been doing it for years. he suddenly picked you up, with his cock still inside, and pressed you up against the nearest wall. you gasped, legs and arms wrapping around him in fear of being dropped. "don't worry, I'm not gonna drop you," he murmured against your neck, his strong arms holding you up with ease as he started to pound into you. your head titled back as you pushed your hips into him, his inhuman stamina keeping you up in the air, while miraculously being able to hit the spot that made you nearly scream.

"c'mon, take it, i know you can" he encouraged, his cock hitting that spot that made your toes curl. "cum on this dick, i know you want to," he continued, his voice low and demanding as he leaned next to your ear. it was different from how he spoke at the office, with professionalism and respect. but right now, he was fucking you like he had no respect for you, like he hated you. his pace was brutal, filling your pussy up until you couldn't take it. his cock rested heavy inside you, stretching your pussy out in the best way possible. his hand held you by the throat, while his body supported the weight of yours. "oh my god, fuck," you whimpered, your pussy clenching around his cock before you came all over him. he grunted, gasping as his cum poured into you, combining into a mess on your thighs and his own. he thrusted into you a few more times, enjoying the whimpers that slipped past your lips, the way you begged him to stop, the sound of your voice telling him that it was too much. he pulled out gently, cock dragging against the warm walls of your pussy. a new feeling overcame him as he watched his artificial cum drip out your pussy. you returned to your feet, nearly dropping a whole head as he'd been holding you up at eye length. you truly didn't understand how he was able to do so much. goddamn.

"i have no idea how you're able to hold me up like that," you took a second to control your breathing. he smirked, "my stamina and strength were designed to help catch deviants, though I'd say that I prefer fucking you over the mission." you softly gasped, hitting his arm playfully. "I've never heard you curse before," you giggle, doing a little walk of shame to retrieve your clothing. he mimicked your movements, putting his boxers and pants on first, while you lazily threw on your tank top and panties. you stopped him before he could put on his dress shirt. "I don't usually curse when I'm at work, as it's not professional, but we're not at the police department, are we?" he cocked his head, watching curiously as you put on his grey jacket over his bare upper body. "no, we are not," you smile, stepping back to admire your work. "what is the point of wearing a jacket if I'm not wearing anything underneath?" he questioned, watching as you eyed his body. "it's hot," you comment, dragging a hand down his bare stomach, your fingers tracing over his abs. "i look like i work at the eden club," he replied, not very fond of this look. you giggled, pulling him into you for another kiss.

it might have been the first time in a while that you've felt like you were doing something right. whatever you felt with connor, it felt right. he felt the same as you, he felt like having you in his life was something he wouldn't be able to let go. the two of you stayed like this, not putting a label on things yet, and being content with the things way are. you were happy, and so was connor.

though you couldn't deny the slight feelings of desire that you had for his counterpart. you felt guilty for having thoughts about nines. he was your partner. you felt selfish for wanting them both, and you didn't want to have to make a choice with who you wanted to be with, because that wasn't fair. you weren't saying that nines would even have feelings for you, but the mere thought was just enough to make you consider all the possibilities. what you didn't know, was that connor was well aware of the feelings you might have for nines, as well as him. he noticed the looks you gave, the thrum of your heart if he came too close. he didn't know why, but he didn't mind. he didn't mind seeing you look at nines like that, probably because they had the same face. but also because he wanted nines to enjoy you too. he could tell that nines was having the same thoughts, and if only you knew what was going on in his head. the thought of you being used by both of them was exciting. you don't know what's in store, but you know what you're here for.

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AUTHORS NOTE: ur a real one if u get the reference at the end, but I just wanted to say I'm so grateful for all the support that you guys show me ♡ I hope i didnt miss any tags, so pls lmk if i did !! ALSOO i'm so sorry for using y/n. i hate it but i literally don't know what else to put.

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airbendertendou · 1 year

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you are in love! ♥︎

synopsis : various best friend!characters realizing they like you a lil more than they should [including rk900 nines, wujin, gyeong-su, arisu and chishiya.]

no pronouns used ; gender neutral but reader is wearing lip balm / gloss / stain lmao ; [name] used in place of y/n

song inspo ; you are in love by taylor swift

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——♥︎——

NINES ♥︎

the department is slow today. the usual hustle and bustle had calmed down immensely, sounds of typing and idle chatter taking over. your mug is sat to the left, empty as you squint at the computer screen in front of you. nines had been assigned the desk in front of yours — a blessing for quick cases, but a curse when he decided to ignore his tasks and simply stare at you.

as he was doing right now. blue eyes watch you as his led light slowly swirls yellow, head tilting as you blantantly ignore him. “want a refill?”

you hum, glancing at your stained mug before finding his gaze. you smile his way, “sure, if you don’t mind. i’m almost done here, though.”

without another word, nines makes his way to the breakroom to refill your mug with a steaming beverage. he hums at the steam, wondering if it was too hot for you to drink. he brings the cup to his mouth without thinking, the scalding liquid hitting his lips.

as he pulls it away — he’ll let it cool off a little longer, he decides — his lips feel sticky. a tingling sensation takes over, cooling and poking his lips at once. they taste sweet — minty — and it makes nines think.

is that how you tasted?

it had to be the lip gloss he’d always seen you applying. nines takes the mug back to you, loitering beside your desk as you look up at him. you grin again, ”thanks for the drink! you really didn’t ha—”

his lips are pressed against yours within the next second. pressing closer — harder — nines lets out a sigh as he finally releases you from his hold. he licks his lips, smacking them a bit as your gloss sticks to them.

“tingles.” is all he says before sitting across from you and continuing to stare. you blink, startled at his sudden and intense movements.

this changes things, you think. you’re unable to get back to work ; unable to meet nines’ eyes now that you’ve felt his skin against your own. you take a sip of your drink — this changes a lot of things.

WUJIN ♥︎

daesu had invited to you meet up with the group ; a new store had opened and everyone needed a break from their studies. namra met up with you so you could both walk to meet your friends, arms linked together as you talked about how difficult your last test was and how drained you were.

onjo squealed when she caught sight of you both, her and isak running to collide with you. you dispersed in a pile of giggles only to be pulled into a hug by daesu, who loudly and joyfully greeted you.

gyeongsu nudges you with a laugh as you pass through an art supply store, teasing you about the abundance of pens you always brings to class. this argument always happened but you always replied with the same thing — “need a different color for each subject!”

this, of course, applied to highlighters as well.

“hey,” a shy shoulder budges against yours. the clothing store you’re looking at now isn’t that interesting to you and the distraction is welcomed. wujin’s half-smile greets you, “glad you could make it.”

you let out a sigh, “needed a break from school so badly. how was your test? did you do okay?”

wujin shrugged. his mind was on other things ; eyes sticking to the new lip tint you’d put on. it was a darker color than usual, a cranberry and wine color that he couldn’t look away from. clearing his throat, wujin says, “that’s new. your— lip color.”

you perk up immediately, animatedly talking about the sale you stumbled upon and the new scents of hand lotion you grabbed. and that was interesting — wujin hung off of your every word — but he couldn’t look away from your lips.

your lips and their wine stained smile that he imagines pressing against his neck. would the color stick to his skin? would it mark him as yours ; and you as his?

GYEONGSU ♥︎

letting out another whine, gyeongsu flops back onto his carpeted floor. studying was hard ; it was tiring and boring and mentally exhausting. sighing, he goes to sit up and get back to it when the doorbell rings.

lo and behold, his savior. you’re standing in the doorway with a grin and your school bag, takeout bags looped around your wrists. you’re talking to gyeongsu’s mom ; giggling at her words and nodding along to what she says.

you look so comfortable at his house, so natural there that it almost hurts. his mom is in her nursing uniform, scrubs making their weird noise as she moves around. wordlessly, you hand her one of the takeout bags before setting the other one on the living room table. you’d been friends since you were young — had visited his house numerous times before — but, time and time again, gyeongsu thought about how well you fit in with them.

how well you could fit with him.

“hi, ‘su!” you grin his way and his heart aches. the boy melts where he stands, smile ghosting on his face immediately at the sight of you. he walks your way, both arms looping around one of yours with a sigh as he pulls you to sit on the floor beside him. “all good?’

he whines again, “brain hurts.”

“yeah i thought you might have some trouble,” you speak as you pull out your food. sighing, you smile his way timidly, pushing the food his way. “so, i retook the notes in a way i thought you’d understand.”

gyeogsu stares as you begin to dig in. his eyes are heart-shaped — they have to be. he softens entirely as he watches you.

ARISU ♥︎

the walk back from a game was always serene in the most devastating way. the beach wasn’t as safe as he’d originally thought — wasn’t as friendly and kind as the name suggested. but, arisu needed company and needed to understand what was happening and why he was sucked into the borderlands.

one good thing about the beach was you. you’d been ‘teamed up’ with usagi since you popped into the games, your wit and her athleticism saving you both more often than it let you down. one smile at arisu and— oh, he was a goner.

you’d met at the tag game and he’d stuck to you since. you always tried your best to be paired up with him, knowing what the loss of a friend could feel like ; what dark roads it could lead your mind to.

and he appreciated it so much — appreciated the way you took care of him and looked after him in the gentlest and most subtle of ways. with a sigh, arisu gave the two of hearts card to hatter, no closer to the end of the game than they’d been beforehand.

dried blood itched on his face ; stained his hands and coated his skin in a lingering scent he could never get rid of. a hand was latched onto his own, pulling and tugging him gently to a bathroom.

“come back to me,” a voice whispered. arisu always disappeared into his head after a game, screams and surrendering laughter haunting his mind. “come on, ‘su. come back.”

with a foggy blink, you came into view. you held a warm rag to his face, washing the blood off of his skin tenderly with a smile that made him melt. arisu slouched, relaxing forward into your open arms. “[name].”

“hi, ‘su.” you brushed your fingers through his greasy hair. “welcome back. i’m glad you’re alive.”

arisu snuggled further into you, arms winding around your waist as he thought. it was so easy to get lost in you ; too easy to think of you both getting out of the borderlands and settling down together and staying together.

he wish you knew, but he couldn’t be the one to tell you. not yet ; not with blood still dried on his hands.

CHISHIYA ♥︎

slight season two spoilers!

you’d been separated. you’d clung to chishiya since you arrived at the beach and now you were apart. worry and panic induced pacing caught kuina’s sight as you mindlessly picked at your skin.

she slung a backpack around her shoulders, looking at arisu and usagi as she spoke. “i’m off to find chishiya and ann.” she turns to you again, noticing the way you perked up at his name. “want to join me, [name]?”

you didn’t have to think before you were grabbing your own supplies and leaving with a hug to arisu and usagi. a promise to come back — to see them alive — and you were on your way.

then you were alone.

kuina had let go of you while you ran from the king of spades [again], and you’d found yourself lost. a blimp for the jack of hearts had just exploded a few feet in front of you.

lost in thought, you watched it tirelessly. and then a familiar voice. “[name]?”

you blink, coming back to reality as he walks up to you.

“chishiya,” you sigh out before running to meet him. without thinking, you throw your arms around his neck and pull him close. you let out a breath, closing your eyes and savoring his warmth. he was safe — alive. you go to pull away, “sorry. i got a little excited.”

chishiya grabs your right wrist, pulling it back around his neck as your left one is guided to wrap around his waist. he sinks into you, letting out his own sigh of relief as he relaxes.

“s’okay. need this — need you.” it’s out of character for the blond to be so loving ; so touch-starved as he clings onto you and makes your hold tighter. it wasn’t nice being alone in the games, not even to someone like chishiya. a feather-light touch hits the tip of your cheekbone. “you tell anyone about this, and i’ll kill you.”

the threat makes you laugh into his shoulder — even though you know he isn’t joking.

——♥︎—— there will b an anime version of this up soon!

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roxasagainst · 3 months

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oops! all DBH one-shots!

your one-stop shop for all my DBH one-shots (that have too much plot and not enough porn, oh well)

(banner and dividers by @cafekitsune!)

still feel. (RK900/fem!reader)

cw: fingering, alcohol, small ment of violence, kissing, semi-public sex, bodily fluids, rough sex, choking if you squint

You've worked with RK800 for six months now, and three months in, a RK900 walks in. What do you do? Well, let's try a conversation mixed with a subtle invitation. It's almost 3 am, and you're in over your head.

ashes to ashes, dust to...oh fuck (RK800-60/fem!reader)

cw: flirting, banter, just him being a bitch, oral sex (f receiving), office setting

Working as a secretary for the DPD, it's usually pretty easy to have someone else shut the place down so you can leave early. One person, however, isn't leaving without a fight.

one of the girls (RK800-60/fem!reader)

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

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

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

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

What'd you do to end up in police custody after getting drunk at home? Hey, maybe that guy who walked into the room knows!

#ao3 fanfic #smut #dbh #detroit become human #dbh connor #dbh sixty #dbh nines #rk800 #rk800-60 #rk900 #dbh rk900 #cyberlife tower connor #pwp #connor x reader #nines x reader #sixty x reader #oneshot #pwp fics

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randoimago · 11 months

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Aah, can I also request some letters for RK800 and RK900? M, S and Y, please!

Alphabet Headcanons

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Character(s): RK800 (Connor), RK900 (Nines)

Type of Request: Alphabet Headcanons

Note(s): Calling RK900 Nines just because I like that better than his model number!

M - Memory (what is their favourite memory with you?)

Connor

A favorite memory he thinks fondly of from time-to-time is when he went on a walk in the park with you. It's simple and the moment was on the casual side rather than romantic, but he noticed how relaxed and happy you looked.

The smile on your face and seeing you stress-free is kept in his memory banks. Sometimes, he finds himself smiling at the memory popping up out of nowhere.

Nines

It was after a chase with finding a deviant android, one that murdered for the sake of enjoying it than defense. Nines saw you retreat to the roof of the building and he followed you, curious as to what your intentions were. You ended up just talking, mentioning similar cases with humans. Nines added to your comments with logic and how faulty programming caused this.

Nothing romantic happened at all, but hours were spent just talking under the night sky and Nines ends up going back to that moment quite a bit, it was the first moment that he really felt that he got to see you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Connor

I feel like Connor would be very protective over you once he's reached deviancy. He realizes his feelings and doesn't like the idea of you being hurt in any way, but he also has to stop himself from rushing to your side every time because he knows that level of protectiveness could upset you too.

Connor would prefer to not resort to violence so he tries to be charming and sly as he gets you out of any uncomfortable situations. That doesn't mean he won't punch someone for you, but he is better with his words. And as such, he's very good with giving you compliments and cheering you up in those situations too.

He usually views other's well-being over his own so having his S/O take care of him makes him happy. He does remind you that it's unnecessary to comfort him, but the smile on his face shows that he very much enjoys it.

Nines

He doesn't realize his protectiveness to his S/O. Nines sees you in danger and he ignores his programming giving him a percentage of your safety as he goes to immediately help you without a thought.

He knows he's strong and physically capable to keep you safe, but then he sees you in emotion turmoil. Nines convinces himself that he's calming you so your performance doesn't jeopardize his, but he is fast to find information and read your tells to make sure you are okay.

Nines would never ask that you protect him. He's a machine and can't feel pain. But if you defend him in conversation or even just stay by his side when he needs you (not that he'd say he needs you) then that causes some system errors that he doesn't quite know how to handle.

Y - Yearning (how do they cope when they are missing you? are they alright with being without you for an extended period of time or would they prefer to be with you every day of their life without exception?)

Connor

Definitely is a bit of a puppy when it comes to his S/O being away. He tries to not let it affect his performance, but Hank is quick to call him out on it. He ends up getting his coin out more often or trying to find ways to occupy his mind as a small timer is going on in the back of his programming for when you'll be back.

Very much would prefer you to be around him all the time, but he also knows that would be unreasonable and illogical to ask for, so he just awaits for your return.

Nines

Nothing seems to change for Nines when his S/O is gone for a while. He still performs highly and functions just fine. Nothing really seems wrong except for the fact that he acts more like a machine while you're away.

He does miss you, but he can't let it get in the way of his work. Would request that you not leave so often or not be gone for too long as he wants to make sure you're by his side and not in danger of being hurt.

#kats alphabet headcanons #detroit become human x reader #dbh x reader #dbh connor x reader #dbh nines x reader #rk800 x reader #rk900 x reader #connor x reader #nines x reader

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honey-beann · 8 months

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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.

#dbh x reader #c: nines #nines x reader #rk900 x reader #dbh nines x reader #dbh fics #dbh x reader fluff

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pixelmensupremacy · 1 year

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May i request a DBH fic? The moment they realized they fell in love with reader. May i request Gavin and the RK bros

A/N: Honestly, I don't why it took me so long to get this out. Either way that's an interesting request, Nonny! Here's my take on the dbh boys realizing they have feelings for the reader.

Warnings: GN!reader, it's implied that reader is shorter, pretty much fluffy stuff, not proof read

Gavin

Being his snarky self, Gavin would be jokingly flirty at first not thinking much of it

Until he began sensing a warmth every time (Y/N) laughed at his silly jokes and sarcastic comments

Before he knew it, he was always spending his free time with (Y/N)

Going into the breakroom, whenever he noticed they were there

Greeting them every morning with a genuine smile on his face

Vibrant morning sunrays hit (Y/N) skin as walked into the building of the Detroit police department. It was quiet except for the usual sound of mouse clicks and the occasional phone ring. A bright smile curled the corners of their lips at the sight of their partner Gavin Reed.

"Morning, Reed!" Enthusiasm was evident in their voice; his attention was immediately anchored to them and their face, which he found absolutely adorable. Affected by their happy expression, he couldn't help but smile back at them.

"Somebody call the cops because it’s got to be illegal to look that good!" He eyed the from head to toe, causing them to shyly look away.

Interestingly enough, it was the colleagues at the department that noticed the change first

His longing to constantly be in (Y/N)'s company was obvious to everyone else but Gavin and (Y/N)

Happy to finally see Gavin break character and soften, his colleagues would tease him every once in a while

While on the other hand (Y/N) would get overwhelmed with questions such as "Did you put him under a spell?"

I feel like Gavin will distance himself once he realizes that his feelings toward (Y/N) are more than just a silly crush

Progressively he will grow colder to (Y/N)

He would find himself in a rabbit hole of repressed emotions and anxieties, connected to his past, which will ultimately lead to avoiding (Y/N)

Hurt and confused, (Y/N) wouldn't give up on reaching out to him but with little to no success

Until they give up, which in return pains Gavin even more

Suddenly he will have to deal not only with the fear of abandonment but also the consequences of said fear taking over him

I like to imagine Hank will be quick to notice the distance formed between the two and will talk to Gavin

Knowing him since his rookie days, Hank is one of the few people who know quite a lot about Gavin, which helps him in advising the detective

Eventually, thanks to Hank's help, Gavin will be able to realize that by avoiding his problems he made things worse

He will want to apologize to (Y/N) for hurting them

“I know I’ve been a total ass the past few weeks, but maybe I can make it up to you. (Y/N) silently gaze at him as if they weren’t sure if this was a dream or reality.

“There’s new restaurant down the block and I thought maybe..” He went on all the while studying their face. “Maybe we could check it out?”

Much to his delight, they agree

The two have the time of their life, catching up like nothing ever happened

And even getting closer

“So,” He spoke up, hot puffs of air escaping his mouth. “Are we even?”

(Y/N) swayed back and forth on their feet, overdoing the time it took them to answer.

“I’m afraid a single date won’t be enough, Reed.” Their hand reached for his neck, bringing his face closer to theirs; their lips touched his in a soft and delicate kiss that left him wanting more.

“Your wish is my command.” (Y/N) giggled, causing a warmth to spread in his chest, despite the cold of the November night.

Markus

Markus is definitely the type of person, who looks for a friend first and a lover second

So, I expect him to fall for (Y/N) after they have gotten to know each other

His feelings for them will slowly but surely progress into a sensation he's never felt before

Even if the thought of (Y/N) wouldn't leave his mind, he would be reluctant to share that with them

Or at least not verbally

Being the altruist he is, his love language would be one of service

Anyway he could, he would help

Standing on their tippy toes, (Y/N) struggled to reach the contents of the top shelf; even the chair they were standing on seemed to not help much. Passing by the kitchen, Markus’ attention was caught by the creaking of the chair and (Y/N)’s puffs and quiet curses. With a puzzled expression, he walked up to them and took a glance at what they were doing.

Reaching with a hand near theirs, he took a hold of a box of cereal; electrical shock ran through (Y/N)’s entire body at the slight brush of his cold skin against theirs.

“Is this what you were looking for?” They nodded as they got down.

“Yeah, thanks.” (Y/N) took the box with a bright smile on their face that caused his circuits to malfunction, resulting in LED lighting up in a vibrant amber color.

Though he will eventually come to realize that his desire to help (Y/N) exceeded past just his typical friendly behavior

He desired to be by their side at all times

He will absolutely melt if (Y/N) were to compliment him

The enchanting melody filled the space, alluring (Y/N) the source of the sound. Letting the music take over them, their steps were in perfect sync with the rhythm of the song; it almost felt as if time stopped and they have found themselves in a wonderland- one they couldn’t imagine even in their wildest dreams.

The volume grew louder so did the effect of the melody upon (Y/N); seeing a door, they weren’t surprised to see Markus sat before the piano. His slender fingers stroked the snow-white keys, the impact of his firm, yet delicate, touch made for a captivating melody akin to the song of a siren that drew in sailors in the dead of night.

Much like a sailor, bewitched by a magnificent siren, (Y/N) stood and watched as his composition tingled their every sense. Not long after did Markus sense their presence; startled by their sudden appearance, he stopped playing.

“Why did you stop?” Disappointment was written in their expression.

“I didn’t expect to have an audience.” He made a reply in a bashful manner, his colorful eyes avoiding theirs.

“I love it when you play the piano.” (Y/N) began as they neared him. “No matter how many times I hear you play it’s never the same. It’s truly fascinating.” There was a spark in their eyes as they spoke that caused a tingling sensation to occur in his thirium pump. Was he malfunctioning?

Markus will definitely confess once the revolution is successful and he feels safe enough to have another person in his life

Connor

He's completely oblivious

Never in his short life did he expect to feel let alone fall in love

So, he's very confused when he experiences system malfunctions in (Y/N)'s presence

He constantly runs system checks only to get confused when the results show no apparent errors

Despite being a prototype, created to unravel complicated cases with ease, it takes him some time to figure out it's (Y/N) that causes these malfunctions

Of course, not without Hank's help

Enamored by the enigma surrounding them, Connor couldn’t help but stare at them and wonder: why they caused such reactions in him. Coincidently or not, Hank had noticed Connor’s lack of focus on his tasks; following the direction of his gaze, the man had found the reason.

“You know it’s rude to stare right? Or that isn’t in your damn program?” Hank got straight to the point but Connor seemed clueless, for he gave him a puzzled look. The man let out a sigh of disappointment.

“Look, I know you got something towards (Y/N) and you better go talk to them.”

“But I-“

“Trust me. They like you too.” Silently, Connor looked at his partner, processing what he had said. “Come on! Don’t waste your chance.” He urged the android on.

Connor will get flustered if (Y/N) were to compliment him

“Good morning!” (Y/N) greeted; their voice akin to a bell rang in Connor’s ears.

“Mornin’, kid” Hank mumbled under his nose, not quite returning their excitement.

“You’re here early!” They stared in awe.

“Yeah, thanks to him.” He pointed to Connor, who shyly waved his hand; (Y/N) smiled.

“Good job, Connor! Even if I wanted, I wouldn’t be able to bring Hank here before noon.” They joked, causing the lieutenant to laugh, meanwhile, Connor’s cheeks got blue, dusted with deep shades of blue, and amber hues danced on his LED.

If it came to physical touch Connor would probably shut down from how many system errors he gets

Much like in Markus' case, I think Connor will be confident in his emotions after the revolution when he becomes a deviant

It may take him a bit longer to fully grasp the experience of having feelings

Though he will get used to it with some guidance

Sixty

Just like Gavin, Sixty will be flirty but mostly with someone, who reflects the same energy

He may be a bit too daring at times, openly flirting without any shame whatsoever

Heading towards the breakroom with their partner beside them, (Y/N) was eager to get their morning coffee, though it seemed Sixty had other plans.

"Is your phone in your back pocket? Because your ass is calling me." With him being close by their side, his voice- barely above a whisper- caused shivers to run down their spine.

“Haha very funny, Sixty.” They sarcastically laughed, in hopes of hiding the excitement that grew within them.

“You know I’m always at your service.” He winked at them as he opened the door for them.

It may take him a lot longer to get attached and even longer to acknowledge his feelings

He would definitely test (Y/N)'s loyalty for him to fully trust them

Being Connor's successor and the android that almost caused the downfall of the revolution, Sixty is battling his past

An awkward silence had settled upon the two; worried, (Y/N) glanced at Sixty though his blank expression didn’t aid them in understanding what was going on.

“Is everything alright, Sixty?” Their voice were calm and quiet, loud enough only for him to hear; his brown eyes stared back at theirs. A puff of air escaped past his lips.

“It’s none of your concern.” He cut them off, bitterness was evident in his voice.

So, he will fall for someone, who accepts him for who he is and helps him in forgiving himself

His path to deviancy will be turbulent, filled with an explosion of repressed emotions Sixty is forced to deal with

But by being by his side, (Y/N) cloud build a bridge to his heart

The moment he realizes he is head over heels for (Y/N) is when he lets his guard down

When the playful facade crumbles down and what is left is a person, fighting to be accepted and forgiven

Nines

Out of all of the boys, it will take Nines the most time to catch feelings

Being the most advanced android in the world, Nines is less prone to deviancy

Not only it takes him more time to feel emotions but to also acknowledge and accept them

So, romance with Nines is close to nonexistent until deviancy

Though there still would sign in his behavior that indicate a crack in his system

With all of his advances, I feel Nines would want to use his assets for good

And working at DPD gives him such an opportunity

Upon meeting (Y/N) he wouldn't sense anything right away

Though as they work together and get accustomed to each other, Nines will slowly change

His curiosity will grow, resulting in asking (Y/N) questions outside their field of work

Yet what draws Nines in is their tolerance

They never pressure him to open up or to talk when he doesn't want to

It just occurs naturaly

“Detective, may I ask you something?” Nines’ icy blue irises bore into theirs.

“Of course, go ahead.” (Y/N) took a sip of their drink.

“Why did you join the force?” A smear of genuine curiosity was evident behind his enigmatic gaze.

“Well,” A smile curled the corners of their lips as the memories flooded in. “I guess you could say I just want to help people.” Their gaze met his. “What about you?”

He stayed silent for a few moments; bright yellow circled across his light-emitting diode.

“I suppose we have common motives.” He danced around the question, yet they didn’t question him any further.

I feel like a life-or-death situation may bring his feelings to the surface

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all-gummed-up-inside · 1 year

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Needy puppyboy!Connor who desperately humps your pillow while you’re out of town. he’s a complete mess by the time your 3 day trip is over, but it’s fine your pretty puppy has so much more pent up energy for you <3

Pretty kittyboy!Nines who can just cum from you playing with his fluffy tail for a little bit too long, at times it’s really the only way you can drag him from work so you two can cuddle <3

Bunnyboy!Daniel who desperately fucks himself into your fist because you said it was the only way he could cum after being a brat <3

Bratty foxboy!Gavin who thinks he’s so sneaky when he steals your clothes, thinking you’re so stupid for not realizing when in actuality you’ve been leaving them out in places where he could easily find and take them <3

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sirahegao · 8 months

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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)

Detroit Become Human

Selfless (Connor x f!Reader)

Selfless Part 2

Entombed (Nines x f!Reader)

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domxmarvel · 2 years

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DBH-Domestic headcanons

3 Year Masterlist

Special thanks to @princess-odette for helping me with these

Connor

There will definitely be a lot of trial and error

He barely knew what to do the first time you cuddled him

He was designed to hunt down deviants

The complete opposite of gentle and soft

Yet somehow he was

He usually just copies whatever you do or looks it up

He tried to cook once but almost burnt everything down

So you convinced him to do the dishes instead

But whenever you did them,he wrap his arms around you and kiss your neck

Your dates would consist of going to old record stores,picnic and bookstores

You’d always sit under a tree with his arm around you while reading

If you ask he’ll read to you

If you’re reading at home,he’ll put on one of the records and ask you to dance

Markus

Husband material

He knows how to cook,clean and give the best cuddles

Breakfast in bed is just an everyday thing

Sometimes you’d convinces him to cuddle instead

Those days you’d end up cooking breakfast together

Will definitely have paintings of you all over your house

Except the one in the living room of both of you

Which took a lot of convincing

He loved painting you and refused to paint himself

You’d always compliment him to remind him how beautiful he is

If you played and instrument,you’d play together

If you didn’t he’d teach you

Gavin reed

Gavin loves his cats almost as much as he loves you

You’d spend everyday cuddling either him or one of the cats

Waking up with all of them on top of you

He’s always bring you coffee in the morning just the way you like it

You made sure he wasn’t mean to Connor anymore

You’d try to help him with some of his cases even if you weren’t a detective

Movie night every weekend

Although you’d talk through most of it

Randomly quoting memes at each other for no reason

He’d only say ‘I love you’ If you were alone

Nines (RK 900)

somehow he’s more clueless than Connor

He will try his best and do what he actually can

He’d make you coffee in the morning but it would be a different kind every morning

He’d also cook for you without burning anything

You were surprised by how good he was

You’d spend endless hours reading in silence

Every month you’d pick a book and read and chapter each night and discussed it

Whenever it was his turn he’d pick a something with romantic

Sometimes you thought he picked them just to see you flustered

Whenever you were too tired to read he’d cuddled you and read it to you

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urlonelystarrr · 10 months

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ultraviolence

rk800 'connor' x reader x rk900 'nines'

GENRE → angst, romance

SYNOPSIS → your feelings for connor grew as the android revolution went on, though a new partner makes you question your feelings.

TAGS/WARNINGS → descriptions of corpses, blood, death, angst, crime scenes

CHAPTERS → PART ONE / PART TWO

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you could never get used to the smell of rotting flesh. the scent was overbearing, a particular smell that could only be compared to meat gone bad in your fridge. the scent was much stronger than expired meat, however you managed to push through it. crime scene after crime scene, they each had their own story to tell. and even though your sharp detective skills could figure out what happened, this case seemed to throw you off balance.

androids were something you were unfamiliar with. so far you've only dealt with human on human crimes, but never human and android. as you stepped into the rotting house, the first thing you noticed were the words "I AM ALIVE" written in the victims blood on the wall, right above where said victim laid. the smell lingered in the air, so much that whenever you went home you'd wash your clothes twice with the fear of that smell seeping into your clothing. the victims home was cluttered and messy, expected as nobody had been taking care of the home for weeks. as you examined the living area, you noticed blood leading into the kitchen. following the trail, it stopped in front of the flipped over table, which indicated that there has been a struggle between the victim and the android. there was always more to the story other than the android going rogue all of a sudden and attacking it's owner, and even the thought of a person owning someone who has a conscious didn't sit right with you.

that being said, it led you back to where you started: I AM ALIVE. the words repeated in your head like a broken record. you had an idea of what it meant. maybe the android wanted to tell people that they aren't just machines, that they're more than just wires and whatever else they were made of. the sound of the front door opening caught your attention, and you were met with lieutenant anderson's face along with someone you didn't recognize.

"jesus that smell!" the lieutenant's face scrunched up into that of disgust, before officer collins gave him a short briefing on what had happened. the person that he was with was an android, judging by his LED that circled amber as he analyzed the scene. "you'll get used to it," you replied to hank, to which he shook his head. you looked over to his partner, holding your hand out for him to shake. "hello. my name is y/n," you smiled. he shook your hand, "my name is connor." ah, so that was his name. hank didn't seem too pleased with his partner as he rolled his eyes, walking away with another officer, leaving you two alone. connor squat down in front of the corpse, his LED circling amber once again as he scanned the body. "he was stabbed 28 times," he said, standing up. "yeah, seems like whoever did this was tired of him." you commented before heading into the kitchen with the android. you didn't know what he was looking at, but his eyes were trained on the floor, despite nothing being there. "what are you looking at?" you asked him, stopping shortly once he stood between the table and the sink. "thirium. you call it 'blue blood'. it's the fluid that powers androids biocomponents." well, the more you know. "so...humans can't see it but you can?"

"correct." he looked over to you, before walking off to the backyard. there were some parts you had yet to explore, so you went down the hall and made a right into a small but cluttered bathroom. pulling back the shower curtain was slightly ominous, as if you expected the android to jump out at you. but what you saw was more intriguing. ra9 was written on the wall multiple times, along with a statuette in the middle of the shower floor. "could it be some type of religious offering?" connor's voice said behind you, making you jump from his sudden appearance. "how long have you been standing there?" you asked, and you noticed his eyes were looking at your chest. "not very long. your heart is racing," he commented. "because you scared me," you rolled your eyes, before turning around to pick up the statue. "anyway, i think it could be a religious offering like you said, judging by the phrase written on the wall a thousand times, it could be an offering to whoever ra9 is." intrigued by your analysis, he noticed something strange. a trail of thirium, coming from the kitchen and stopping right in front of the shower. then, leading to the attic. "think he's up there?" not many people used pronouns when referring to androids, most of them said "it" rather than calling them he or she. it was the first cop he'd heard use that. "only one way to find out."

grabbing a chair for him, he thanked you before going up the attic. you'd be scared shitless, though androids didn't necessarily have emotions. connor probably felt the same as he did when he showed up. hank came over once he noticed connor was up there for too long, shouting for him. "connor! the fuck are you doing up there?!"

connor replied quickly. "it's here, lieutenant!" shit. the two of you ran to grab the attention of the other officers.

everything was moved to the station. you, connor, gavin and chris watched as hank tried interrogating the suspect. to no avail, he came back shortly after, until connor offered to question him. gavin laughed, making you cock your brow at him. "what's funny? connor has a better chance at getting answers than any of us. he knows more about deviants than we do," you crossed your arms, making gavin scoff and ignore you. connor looked at you with an unrecognizable emotion, before heading into the room.

there was no doubt that he would be successful, as the suspect confessed that he did in fact murder carlos ortiz, and claimed self defense. physical evidence showed clear signs of abuse - burn marks stretching over a year old, and so on. you honestly pitied him. maybe that's why you came to the cell he was being held in, keeping your distance to avoid causing unwanted stress. he barely looked up as you tried to get his attention. "i believe you," you started off, until he cut you off. "it doesn't matter. i'm going to get shut down." his broken voice tore your heart apart, and you didn't want to make any promises that he'd be kept alive. but you also couldn't sit there and do nothing.

"i'm going to try to convince them not to shut you off. carlos attacked you first, but in detroit law your act of self defense was deemed excessive- which is why they're treating this as homicide. i really do feel for you, i don't want your abuse to be the only memory you have of this life."

he looked up at you with a pained expression, as if he believed what you were saying wasn't true. as if you were trying to lure him into a trap. he didn't say anything, and went back over to the wall where he continued carving something into. you noticed his cuffs were still on. his head turned upon hearing the door slide open, and he backed up to the corner with his hands raised, which made you stop in your tracks. "can i remove the cuffs?" your voice was gentle, and you spoke as if you were speaking to a frightened child. he placed his hands in front of you, visibly shaking as you gently pried them off.

the moment he was brought to the station, he'd been treated inhumane. the officers shoved him around, holding him down to place cuffs on him in the interrogation room, and even when he was trying to leave the room, they were rough. not you though. from the moment you saw him, you didn't look at him with judgement. he felt like he could trust you, the only problem was that he didn't want to. even as your fingers gently brushed his wrists to remove the cuffs, he didn't want to feel comforted by your calming nature. your eyes were trained on his damaged forearm, guilt swallowing you whole as you looked at him. tears pricked at your eyes as you tried to hold in the sympathy you felt for the android. you didn't know why you felt so strongly- this was unusual. he noticed your eyes watering and felt a little more trust. "you don't deserve this," you said, your voice wavering. "i'm going to try to get you better, okay?" you looked up at him, your hands holding his. the trembling stopped. he nodded, prompting you to exit the cell, leaving him alone.

locking yourself in the restroom, you took deep breaths in order to calm yourself. the moment you stepped out, the sound of multiple officers shouting caught your attention.

you quickly ran to the source, skin prickled with goosebumps as you heard a thudding sound. the sight of thirium splattered onto the clear cell door made you cry out, pushing past officers to stop the deviant from self destruction. you immediately put your hand in between his forehead and the glass. "stop it!" you yelled, pulling him away gently, where he laid in your lap, thirium leaking onto your clothes. you covered the wound on his head with your hand, tears leaking down your face as he died in your arms.

"you know what they're going to do to me," he said to you, the words not being loud enough for any officer except for you. you clutched him harder, watching as he gave a small smile before laying still in your arms.

"are you alright, detective?" connor asked you, noticing the thirium all over your clothes, and your reddened eyes. "i don't understand. it's our job to protect people, not let these things happen to them." you sat on top of your desk, your head turning to look at the android being carried into the archive room. they didn't even see him as a dead body. just evidence to be hung up on the wall. something twisted in your gut.

"it's not a person. it's a machine," he corrected, rather machine-like. you sniffled, "he was more than that. you're more than that- all of you."

he titled his head, something he did often. he was going to say something before hank cut him off. "it's dead...that's for sure." your head hung low, eyes trained on the ground as everything around you faded. any noise was drowned out by the vicious thoughts in your head, the guilt clawing up your throat. you wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

when you came into the office the next morning, you noticed a certain android sitting in the lieutenant's seat. "good morning," you greeted connor. his presence indicated that he was going to be here for a while, until everything would clear up. you doubted it would ever clear up, though having connor around for a while didn't seem too bad. "good morning detective. do you know what time lieutenant anderson arrives?" he asked, tilting his head. you didn't know if there were any other rk units, but you wondered if all of them were this cute. "usually around noon. I don't think he'll be coming anytime soon though," you bit your lip. "thank you." he replied, standing up to walk elsewhere, until you stopped him. "would you like me to show you around? maybe it's best if we get to know each other," you said warmly.

he smiled and nodded, following as you showed him around the police department. you stopped in front of the archive room, explaining to him what was in there, even though he probably already knew. "most cops here are very anti-android, so please be careful. speaking of which..." you muttered the last part under your breath as gavin entered the break room, immediately looking over at the much taller figure standing next to you as you made a cup of coffee. "huh, looks like plastic detective's back in town," he sneered. you grit your teeth, shooting him a glare. "hello. my name is connor," he greeted. he gave an amused look at his partner, who shared the same look as gavin came closer to the rk model. "I don't give a shit what your name is. you might've gotten lucky last night, but I'm warning you. stay outta my way," he poked a finger into his chest, his gaze sharp and full of anger. you stepped in between the two, causing gavin to stumble slightly as you gripped his finger and threw his arm back to him. "we get it. you're insecure. move along now, surely you have more work to do other than lounging in the break room all day." he scowled, about to press you when fowler shouted gavin's name from the bullpen. "you're fuckin' lucky fowler called me in when he did," he said, not before shoulder checking you as he walked out.

you groaned, running a hand through your hair. "are you alright detective?" connor asked again. "i should be asking you that. i'm sorry about him." you apologized, squeezing his arm gently.

the sensation lingered on his arm, even as he searched for the missing ax400. "connor! jesus, i'm talking to you. you ran outta batteries or what?" hank yelled, after calling connor's name for the last few minutes. "i'm sorry lieutenant. i was making a report to cyber life," he lied. hank scoffed, continuing to search the motel.

it had been a couple of months since the revolution, led by markus and a group of androids. connor had fully deviated, and with the new android laws he was allowed to remain working at the dpd. since then, the two of you had gotten closer. you saw more and more of connor's personality after working with him for so long. you'd be lying if you said you didn't have any feelings for the android. sure, it was dumb, and also forbidden. you doubted he shared any of the same feelings, though a part of you wished he'd reciprocate them.

he found it strange your heart rate would increase whenever he was around you. you hadn't done that before. he also sensed that your body temperature would increase if he got too close, and all of this analysis only confused him more. his relationship with the lieutenant has improved greatly, as well as yours.

the three of you hung out after work, frequently at a bar. you didn't drink, so it was mostly you and connor babysitting a very drunk hank.

with more and more cases involving androids pouring in, you were being overworked. you didn't have a partner, but if you needed help connor would offer to help you when he was available. even so, you couldn't rely on him when he already had his hands full. the only problem was that there was nobody else working these cases that would be your partner. despite gavin being anti android and still working in these cases, you'd rather get paralyzed from the waist down than work with him.

fowler noticed inconsistencies in your work recently, which was why he was shouting your name from across the bullpen to call you into his see through office. "look, i know you've got a lot on your hands. but i can't keep letting you slide. your work has been inconsistent l/n." he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "you've gotta give me some time- i've been staying past office hours trying to finish everything. if I had a partner i'd be getting a lot more work done and solved." you explained.

he sighed, "alright. I'll see what I can do. just- in the meantime, will you please focus on your work?" you nodded, standing up before leaving his office.

it actually didn't take you too long before you had a partner. "cyberlife was generous enough to give me one of the most advanced androids in their possession, an rk900. now, i expect you to give me quality reports, and to solve your cases." you thanked him, before leaving his office and returning to your desk. hank and connor were out on a mission, otherwise you'd be telling them first. you waited at your desk, browsing some files when you felt the presence of somebody behind you. you swiveled your chair around to see an exact replica of connor, with a few different features. besides his white pristine jacket, you noticed his eyes were grey instead of brown. he looked much more intimidating than his counterpart. and he might've even been taller, though it was hard to judge considering you were sitting down.

"you're detective l/n, correct?" even the way he talked was different. his voice was similar to his predecessor, however there was something that distinguished him and the rk800. he sounded more authoritative in a way. "yes, you must be my partner?" you stood up to shake his hand, which he stared at for a few seconds before lifting up his own. his grip was strong, you noted. "yes. it would be best to get to work right away. is there a desk anywhere?"

you nodded, pointing to the vacant desk in front of you. he sat down, being quick to work as he browsed the many cases that you had. you saw his LED circle amber, indicating he was analyzing all of the current information. "do you have a name?" you asked, making eye contact with him before looking away. "no." well, he was very direct. "we should give you one," you suggested. he stared at you before responding vaguely, "i don't see how this relates to the investigation." you shrugged, "well, it would be more efficient to call out something other than your model number, in case of an emergency." a look flashed in his eye before he responded quickly, as if he expected you to say that. "there won't be any emergencies as long as you're with me."

you were caught off guard, and he knew it. from that look of amusement on his face, you reacted just as he expected. your skin flushed as you looked away, trying to hide your flustered state. did he even know how that sounded to humans? "that's sweet." you replied. "i didn't intend for it to be."

what was his problem? you ignored his comment and stood up, coming over to his side of the desk. "can you find the most recent case involving an attack with an android for me?" you asked, leaning over him slightly. his eyes avoided looking at your cleavage that was exposed, and he fought the urge to point out your violation of dress code. "did you need to stand up to tell me this?" he asked, before searching for a file. you chuckled a little bit, amused by his strange sense of humor. even if it didn't mean to come off as humorous, you still found it funny. your computer chimed with the case file, and you browsed it before grabbing your coat. "i think this will be a good start to our investigation," you said, grabbing your keys as well. he followed you to the parking lot, waiting for you expectantly as you forgot to unlock the passenger door. "oops, sorry," you unlocked the passenger side, waiting until he was fully inside before driving off.

"julia nichols, the wife of anthony nichols reported that her android had killed her husband before disappearing," you went over briefly. "i know." rk900 replied, looking over at you for a moment before turning his head back to the road. "right, you're the one who gave me the file," you said in defeat.

the two of you arrived at the scene shortly after other officers started to show up, and immediately you could tell something was off.

"her story isn't adding up," you said to rk900 as he analyzed the shared bedroom. "i agree. there's information that she's hiding from us. her heart rate spikes up and so does her body temperature." he said as if it was the most normal thing ever. the way you looked at him was proof that humans would never be able to surpass their greatest creation. the rk900 looked around more, peering into the closet to find a wooden box, with the outline of a hunting knife that appeared to be missing. "that's strange," you commented, before interjecting with another random thought that came to mind.

"does that mean you can see my heart rate too?" your curiosity and fascination with something so ordinary to him definitely fueled his ego a little bit. "yes." he stepped closer until he was two feet away from you. "i can see everything," he leaned down just enough for you to be eye to eye with him. the increased heart rate told him all he needed to know, and he left the room, leaving you speechless.

you tried to ignore whatever that was earlier by inspecting the gruesome crime scene. the pictures were always different in comparison to real life. seeing an image versus the actual remains of a human was a drastic change.

the murder took place a few hours or so ago, leaving a 15 minute time gap between the wife's distressed 911 call, and the amount of time it took for officers to respond to the call. judging by the blood splatter patterns, the android would've been seen with blood all over her clothing. unlike humans, androids don't feel pain. despite not being susceptible to damage, the android would most likely have a part of their hand damaged because of the amount of force needed to tear through tissue and muscles. it would definitely leave an injury.

with this information in mind, you were quick to note the slight injury on the wife's right hand.

you didn't believe a word she said. however, you played it off like you believed her and that she wasn't the main suspect. rk900 scanned the husbands corpse that was laid out on the kitchen floor. there was a key detail that any other officer would miss out on, not because they weren't observant enough, but because they weren't an android. rk900 found traces of thirium on the kitchen sink. what looked like fingers gripping onto the counter, and a splatter that was across from the fingers, with little droplets leading him into the basement of the home. he stood in front of the door, about to head downstairs when he felt you behind him. "don't go down there. i have a bad feeling about it," you gripped his wrist, stopping him from moving any further. "you underestimate me, detective. i'm rk900, the most advanced android ever made. if i couldn't handle a human, what kind of detective would i be?" he tugged his hand free from your grip, which didn't take much effort at all. you swallowed nervously as he headed down the steps, following after him. he stopped in his tracks when he felt your weight on the steps behind him. "i advise you not to stand in my way. i can handle this myself," he said, staring at you like you were some child interfering with adult business. you held your tongue, and retreated upstairs to look for anything else.

rk900 didn't bring up the fact that he saw blue blood in the kitchen. not only did that raise suspicion, but it also kept valuable information from you.

you examined the kitchen once more, coming over to where the husband laid, lifeless. you noticed that the knife in question that he was stabbed with was nowhere to be found. even the officers that first responded to the scene said that they hadn't found the weapon. the wife also stated that she did not see where the weapon landed, only when it was being used. but that didn't make sense, why would the android run off with the murder weapon if they knew there wouldn't be any fingerprints?

"excuse me, miss nichols? were you able to tell what type of knife it was?" you asked the wife who had come back inside after being questioned. "it was a kitchen knife." she replied coolly. which was strange, considering the circumstances. a chill ran up your spine as you realized you made a grave mistake. "none of the knives are missing except for your husband's hunting knife," you said.

as rk900 analyzed the basement for any more traces of blue blood, he stumbled upon a container filled with blue blood, next to a black garbage bag that contained a heavy smell. he scanned it, then again, and again to make sure what he was seeing was correct. the blood in the container belonged to the hk400, and it matched the same sample from the kitchen. he pried open the bag, only to see a faint blue light humming, and then the hk200's dismembered corpse inside.

the woman paused, looking at you before lunging at you with the said knife. "shit! nines!" you yelled, trying to gather the android's attention while trying to keep yourself alive. you slipped on the blood, causing you to hit your head on the tiled floors of the kitchen, and she was on top of you in an instant. you fought with her, knocking down chairs to gather the attention of anybody. she managed to cut your arm, staining your white blouse with red, but you managed to switch positions until you were the one on top. using your forearm, you held her down by the chest while using your free hand to slam the knife out of her own. "fuck. nines!" you yelled again, relief flooding your body as footsteps rushed up the stairs, and rk900 was quick to enter the scene. while you were distracted, she was able to grab the knife and cut your stomach, but you were quick and held the blade before it could fully penetrate. he kicked the knife out of her hands, quick to point his gun while you held her down. "don't move or I'll shoot!" he raised his voice slightly, kneeling down to reach into your holster to grab your handcuffs. it felt weird having his fingers shove themselves into your belt, but you tried not to focus on the rough brush of his knuckles so close to you.

she was quickly apprehended by your partner, immediately being sat in the back of a police car. you sat on the floor with your back against a few cupboards, your hand clutching your stomach. you looked like a bloody mess. your arm was stained red, your abdomen leaked red all over your blouse, and your hand was drenched in a mixture of your own blood and the victims.

rk900 rushed to your side, scanning your body to see what injuries you had. thankfully none of them were fatal, but this still was a drawback on his end. "you okay?" you asked, despite being the one bleeding out. "i told you, i can handle myself." you nodded, "so what did you find in the basement?"

he sighed, or gave an equivalent to that. "you need medical attention before we can discuss the details," he held his hand firmly against your abdomen, adding the correct pressure that was needed to stop the bleeding. you winced, gritting your teeth at the burning sensation. you didn't say anything, the two of you waited in silence as an ambulance rushed to the home.

it wasn't a part of his mission to follow you to the hospital, but he did anyway. you had left your keys on the floor, which he picked up and cleaned before using your car to follow the ambulance.

after you were all bandaged up, you headed to the front desk where you signed out. you turned around, seeing the familiar pristine white jacket of the rk900, sitting in the wait room. he sat with his hands in his lap, and it was oddly cute seeing someone so intimidating look so small. as he stood up, you were quickly reminded that he wasn't cute and tiny. "why are you here?" you asked with a smug look on your face. "to return your keys," he replied. you chuckled, "sure. well, let's get out of here," you had walked to the parking lot, waiting for him to lead the way as you had no idea where he parked. "give me the keys," you said. "no. that would be a hazard for both of us. i'm driving," he said as he sat gracefully in the driver's seat. you wondered if you looked that good getting into your car.

"now that I've gotten medical attention, what did you end up finding in the basement?" you asked, looking over at the android who was driving even faster than you. "the missing hk200. it was dismembered and thrown into a garbage bag. next to it was a pitcher of its blood." you grimaced, "so it didn't run away after all. the wife definitely killed her husband and framed the android, but why? I mean why kill someone you were married to?" the android went silent for a moment, before telling you something that definitely would've helped. "I didn't mention this to you because I thought it wasn't relevant information, but when we were inside the room, I found his phone and saw evidence of him having an affair. that could've been a reason why she did it."

you froze, staring at him with a mixture of anger and hopelessness. "why would you keep that from me? even if it doesn't seem useful at the moment, you could've told me." you looked angry but you didn't sound angry. there was something in your tone that sounded like despair. you didn't underestimate his abilities when it came to defending himself, you just didn't want him to put himself into dangerous situations just because he can. in a way you were looking out for him without looking out for yourself. now wasn't the right time to say you were worried when you ended up proving him right; you were in his way. "I'm sorry, detective. I should also bring up that I found traces of blue blood in the kitchen." his tone was different from before. it sounded like he almost regretted his actions. you stayed silent this time. he underestimated your abilities, not because he was looking out for you but because you were weaker than him. that only would interfere with his work. it made you sad to say the least.

you dreaded reporting back to fowler, knowing he'd take rk900's side on this and probably fire you for letting the situation get out of control. you dreaded hearing what he'd have to say. you knew this was your fault, a loss on your end, only proving that you weren't good enough to be a detective. you sat across from Fowler, already sensing his anger and disappointment. rk900 stood behind you with his hands clasped behind his back, his face devoid of any emotion as he watched Fowler start to yell at you. "I give you one of the most advanced partners you can have, and you come back like this?! it doesn't matter that you solved the case! you let the situation get out of control. if I have to tell you to tighten the hell up again, then you're out of my office l/n. be like your partner."

rk900 looked down at you as you avoided meeting anyone's gaze. he didn't want to admit it, but he felt partly responsible for withholding information that could've given you a better outcome. you sat at your desk, avoiding his gaze as you typed away on your computer. the blood was still there on your shirt. you tried to cover it with your coat, but it was useless. the amount of blood on you made him feel guilty. if he just told you what he found, you wouldn't have gotten hurt. he was about to say something when you stood up, and excused yourself. he saw you talking to Connor, making eye contact with the rk800 before he went back to his conversation with you. were you complaining about him to his counterpart? the thought of that angered him, but he remained calm as he didn't know what you were saying. you left to the bathroom, while his predecessor came towards his desk.

"you're partners now," he said. rk900 didn't reply, he just looked at Connor until he said something else. "what's surprising is that she's not mad at you. she feels the opposite, that you're mad at her," he explained. rk900 stood up, looking over to the bathrooms where you were in. "that wasn't my intention-"

"then fix it." Connor said, walking back to his desk. his LED flashed red briefly, before returning to the steady blue it always was. he hated seeing you hurt. he was worried his counterpart would be too careless. sometimes he wished he could be your partner, in a work sense but also in another way he couldn't define. he wouldn't let you get injured like that. he just hoped rk900 would recognize his mistake.

it seemed like crying at work started to become a habit of yours as this was the second time you've done it. you didn't know what to do. you felt like you didn't belong here. since your first day, you've felt out of place. and now, the feeling came on worse than before. when fowler yelled at you to be more like your partner, suddenly it felt like your mom comparing you to a classmate that you could never be like. working here reminded you of when you were a kid, when you came home crying wondering why nobody wanted to play with you. was it always going to be like this? your tears ran down the drain again, and you wiped your eyes and blew your nose before trying to go back out again.

someone entering the restroom quickly made you pretend as if nothing was wrong, but when you met those same grey eyes in the mirror, you couldn't help but to lower your head.

"when you were calling me for help, you called me 'nines'. is that correct?" he asked you. your brows furrowed as you tried to piece what he was trying to allude to. "yes, is it okay if I can call you that?" you said, turning around only to find him closer than you anticipated. "mhm," he said lowly, "i like it. you can call me nines from now on." the corners of your mouth upturned slightly as you said it out loud once more. "I like it too."

he didn't know how to apologize without making it sound like connor told him everything. "I should have been more...efficient. I should have told you the information I found instead of keeping it to myself." you smiled a little bit at him, before remembering what he had told you. "it's okay nines. i never underestimated you, i just...didn't want you to put yourself in danger." unfortunately, he couldn't say the same. the words were clogged in his artificial throat as he tried to gather a correct response. but the look in your face told him that you already knew. "i know nines. if you feel that I stand in your way, don't be afraid to ask for a replace-"

"no." the word was out before he could even think about it. it caught both of you off guard, but he was quick to correct himself. "I apologize for what I said in the basement. if it weren't for you, we wouldn't have found the culprit. I regret what I said, I hope we can move past this and become better partners." you would've started crying again, but you felt too happy to even consider it. "I hope we can move past this too. after all, you are my partner," you smiled, patting his arm.

the police department wasn't bustling with police officers as many of them had gone home, which was something you were thankful for as nobody would question why you just walked out of the same bathroom with your male partner. just imagine the rumors. connor was glad to see you smiling again, and came over before he and hank left home. "are you heading home?" you asked the brown eyed rk unit. after being with nines all day, you missed connor. "yes. i hope that you get well soon, detective." he scanned you one last time, just to make sure that you were alright. "I will be. take care of yourself connor," you smiled before hugging the android goodnight. if anyone else was here, there would be rumors of you fucking both the rk models. you hadn't hugged him before, but it was definitely something he'd get used to. his arms wrapped around your waist gently, not to hurt you. he rested his chin on your shoulder, his sensors going haywire from the warmth surrounding his body. as well as the smell of you, and your hands rubbing his lower back. if he could get goosebumps he probably would have them right now, as the feeling was similar. nines watched your interaction with curiosity. he had access to connor 's memories but never found anything intimate, or anything to suggest the two of you had a relationship outside of work. he must have been very close to you, as your body went from being tensed to completely relaxed.

after connor had left and you made some final reports about the case, it was time for you to go home. you stretched your back, wincing when you felt your injury move underneath the bandage. "are you alright, detective?" nines asked. you smiled, despite them being two different people with different personalities, there were some things they did that mimicked one another. "I am. I think I'm done for the night." you stood up, and grabbed your coat. nines did the same, though he didn't need to grab anything except for his keys. "nines?" you called out, looking over to him only to find he was already looking at you. "yes?"

"are you comfortable with me hugging you?" it was strange. you seemed confident hugging connor but you looked shy when asking him. it made him feel a way he couldn't describe. despite being deviant, these emotions were still new to him, as connor had time to adapt to these new feelings, he didn't have much of an experience. he paused for a second, before nodding his head. you wrapped your arms around his abdomen, your hands rubbing the same lower portion of his back that you did when you hugged connor. reluctantly, he wrapped his arms around you, his sensors taking in the sensation crawling up his spine. since deviation, he was able to feel more things for some reason. that meant his pleasure receptors were stronger than they'd be if he was just in his program, but right now he felt something he'd never felt before. it was a good feeling, to be wrapped with a warm pressure. now he understood why humans loved hugging each other.

you pulled away to his distaste, walking out with him to your car. you didn't know what you just started, but you knew it would be tough to handle your feelings for both of the androids.

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a/n: before you ask, yes there will be a part two. I'm not sure how long this might continue, but it depends on how many people will enjoy it. I know the majority of my followers aren't a part of this fan base, but I hope it reaches the right audience ♡

#detroit become human #connor x reader #dbh rk800 #rk800 x reader #rk900 x reader #nines x reader #nines rk900 #dbh nines #rk800 x you #reader insert #dbh #dbh connor #dbh fandom #dbh rk900

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dattebae · 2 years

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The only thing missing from AWOL is Sixty’s chaotic ass :/

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samsaurwrites · 2 years

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HAPPY 100 FOLLOWERS!!!! Slow Down (RK900 x Reader NSFW Oneshot)

A/N: hehehehe we're at 100 followers now so i thought—hey, let's celebrate by posting something ~ s p i c y ~

Slow Down (Nines x fem!Reader)

Nines is acting weird.

You decide to figure out why.

Tags: Deviant Upgraded Connor | RK900, Upgraded Connor | RK900 Is Bad at Feelings, Sex Pollen (but like a virus), idk don't question it too much, Smut, Shameless Smut, Dubious Consent, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Reader-Insert, No Y/N, Semi-Public Sex

Read here or on AO3.

Something about Nines has been… off since you left the crime scene together—a WR400, ripped to pieces, in the slums of Detroit; her joints wrenched apart, wires twisted and torn; components, dozens of them—broken, modified, scattered the floorboards of an old, rotting house; thirium, pooling underneath, splattering the walls in grotesquely abstract shapes and patterns.

It had been hard to look at.

You had suggested interfacing with her—it had seemed like a good idea, at the time. You figured maybe, if there was any latent information floating around in her CPU, maybe Nines could find it.

Maybe it would help you find who did this to her.

It could be the best lead you were going to get, you’d said. And he had agreed.

But maybe that had been a mistake.

You glance over at him from the passenger seat of your car, worrying the inside of your lip between your teeth as you scan his profile.

It’s dark—nearly midnight—but the intermittent light from the passing streetlamps is more than enough to see the tension in his shoulders, the way he sits ramrod straight, fingers digging into the surface of your steering wheel. It’s more than enough to see how his his brows furrow. How they’re knitted together into a deep scowl.

He stares ahead, ignores you even though you know he knows you’re watching him, watching the LED at his temple flicker a dull yellow, cycling around and around and around. You look back down at your hands, resting awkwardly on your lap. Take a moment to pick at the non-existent dirt underneath your nails.

The moment he’d touched her—artificial skin retracted, revealing smooth white plastic and unfeeling steel—he’d recoiled, like he’d been burned.

And he’s been acting so weird since.

You clear your throat. “Hey, uh, are you—”

“I’m fine, Detective,” he says. Snaps, really.

“Right,” you murmur, shifting in your seat. You turn your head to stare out the window. Lean your forehead against the glass and let out a quiet sigh, watching as Detroit slides by in gloomy twilight, blurred by rain that streaks across the window.

You try not to think too hard about the way he’d jerked away from you when you touched his shoulder; how he’d flinched when you handed him your keys and just barely brushed his open palm.

The rest of the drive passes in stiff silence, and by the time you make it back, the station is nearly deserted, with only a few bleary-eyed humans and a handful of androids wandering the premises.

Nines is careful not to touch you when he drops your keys back into your hand. Ignores the concerned look you give him and strides towards his desk. You follow, trail after him and sag down into the squeaky swivel chair at your desk.

You chance another glance over at him, across your connected desks. You lean forward on your elbows, watching his LED, a steady amber that flashes red when your gazes meet. Just as you open your mouth to speak, he stands.

“Excuse me,” he says, swallowing thickly.

And then he’s gone.

You chew at your bottom lip again, watch him leave the bullpen and turn down the hall that leads towards the server room. You let out a frustrated breath, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes.

“Motherfucker,” you whisper under your breath.

The guilt gnawing at you starts to grow. It flowers in the empty spaces between your ribs—it sprouts tendrils that wrap around your lungs, thorns that dig into your thudding heart.

It had been your idea, after all.

Maybe you should go apologize.

You shake your head—you should just finish your paperwork and give the android some space, especially if he’s upset with you. You should just give up trying to understand the innerworkings of CyberLife’s most advanced prototype (he’s made it abundantly clear that you’ve failed at that particular endeavor so far). You should just mind your own goddamn business and go home.

But here you are. Standing up, pushing away from your desk to follow after him.

You shove your hands in your pockets as you round the corner. Try to act nonchalant as possible while you walk down the empty hallway and up to the server room door. It’s dark when you get there, which is—admittedly—a little odd, but you don’t think too hard about it, pushing inside before you lose your nerve.

It’s quiet. Really, really quiet. And real fucking cold, too.

You start walking down the center aisle, glancing up and down the rows of blinking servers as you pass them.

“Nines?” you call. “You in here?”

Something sends a shiver down your spine.

“I, uh… I know you said you’re okay,” you ramble, wandering over to a metal table hidden in the back corner of the room, playing idly with one of the spare cables coiled on top, “but I feel like you’re angry at me or something so—”

You’re pushed up against the wall, hard. Fast.

Panic seizes your throat. You fumble for the empty holster at your belt, then recognize the black and white jacket, the steely eyes glaring down into yours.

“Nines, what the fuck,” you hiss, planting your hands on his chest to push him off of you. “You scared the shit out of me.”

You shove as hard as you can, but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t even budge.

“…Nines?”

His shoulders are heaving. LED pulsing a bright, angry red. “You need to leave.”

His words are sharp, rough, and it sends a jolt of fear through you.

“Okay, sure, just—” your voice shakes. You start to notice the heat bleeding through the fabric of his uniform. “A-are you overheating or something?” you mutter. “You’re—”

You barely choke back a yelp as he grabs your jaw with one hand.

He stares down at you. Forces your head back until you can’t do anything but stare back at him, can’t do anything but bare your throat and melt in pools of molten silver. You blink—absolutely dumbstruck.

Your heart hammers inside your chest, so hard, so frantic, you’re afraid it might burst. Your face flushes—you know he can hear it, know he can feel it, the way your body responds to his—and suddenly, it’s way too fucking hot in here.

He leans down, keeps you against the wall with fingers that burn against your skin. You feel his breath ghosting across your skin, feel his other hand digging into your waist.

You don’t know what to do—don’t know what the fuck is happening.

He mouths at your collarbone and you jolt, fingers flexing in the soft fabric of his shirt. He dips his tongue into the hollow of your throat, traces its shape and hums as he catalogues the taste of your skin. The whimper falls from your mouth before you can stop it.

“Nines-”

And then he’s kissing you. Crushing his mouth to yours.

You struggle to keep up, pressed further into the wall by the intensity, the heat of him. He bites down on your lower lip, so fucking hard it breaks the skin and you taste blood—whimper and moan and let his tongue dip into your mouth and tangle with yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck, twist your fingers in his perfect hair and swallow down every perfect throaty groan he gives you. You arch your back. Press up into his torso, his hips, the hardness you feel against your stomach.

He grabs the backs of your thighs, lifts you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist, and kisses you harder, shoves his tongue so fucking far into your mouth you almost choke on it. He ruts against your clothed core, and the friction, the pressure against your clit—fuck—it makes your eyes roll back.

He carries you over to the metal table, drops you down onto its surface and manhandles you onto your stomach. Drags your pants—your underwear—down just far enough to expose your dripping sex.

“N-Nines!” you yelp, pushing up onto your elbows just to be shoved back down flat, his hand planted firmly between your shoulder blades. You hear him unbuckle his belt, hear him yank his zipper down. “Hold on—”

“Can’t—” he grunts, dragging the fat head of his cock up and down your folds. Your hear lurches, and your hips jerk backwards—you can’t help it.

He sinks into you fast. Filling you so suddenly, so full you feel it in your throat.

You cry out—the stretch, the burn—loud and long and broken off by the hand that clamps around your mouth. That pulls you back to meet his thrusts.

“Quiet,” he hisses. He grabs your hip with his other hand, shifts them so he can hit you deeper, so that he can hit that spongey spot inside you that has you weeping, begging him, muffled by his fingers, to give you more.

White-hot pleasure sears in your center, electric. It pulses harder, as his hips snap into yours, coils tighter with each drag of his head against your walls. You whimper and whine, thrust backwards because you want more—need it.

Your whole body tenses, then fucking shatters—clamping down around his cock.

He pounds into you, fucking relentless. Again and again and again. You splutter nonsense, tears rolling down your cheeks, seeping between his fingers. Begging for him to stop—to go harder. His hips stutter, and he groans, voice staticky and distorted and so fucking hot, pumping you full of his artificial release.

Before you can even begin to catch your breath, before you can really register that he’s let go of your mouth, he flips you over onto your back. Yanks your pants off entirely and grabs your legs, pressing them back flat against the table by the backs of your knees—wide fucking open.

“Fuck, N-Nines,” you whimper, hands splayed out against his abdomen. “Slow down, I-I can’t—”

He drives into you again before you can say anything else. Kisses you deep. Hard. Sucks your tongue into his mouth while he fucks you into the table. Swallows the needy moans, the pathetic, broken whimpers that fall from your mouth.

The stretch. The drag. It’s too much. The way he holds you down. The way he makes you take it. The way pleasure—exhilarating, excruciating—builds and builds and builds; the way it crashes into you and you see white.

He’s filling you again. Painting your insides. Fucking the cum that leaks out back into your abused hole, rolling his hips up into yours. You push on his chest, thrash and writhe underneath him.

He pulls out, pumping into his fist, and cums again—splattering your stomach in artificial release.

The room descends into a fragile stillness. You lay, staring at the ceiling, panting.

“Are you alright, Detective?” he asks eventually, and you manage a weak nod.

“I…” he trails off, tucking himself back into his jeans and righting his jacket. “I apologize, Detective. The interface with the Traci… It… Something happened.”

“Mm?”

He clears his throat. “However, that seems to have… Have cleared the error from my systems.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, nodding again. “Just, uh… Just let me know if you ever need to defrag your hard drive or… or empty your junk mail or something. I’d be, ya know… willing to help out.”

He shoots you an unappreciative glare.

“You should get dressed,” he says.

“Yeah, yeah I will,” you say. “I just need a second. Can’t really feel my legs yet.”

He looks away, but you can feel the smug look on his face.

You can’t really find it in yourself to care though.

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planettnibiruu · 2 years

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Think of having both Nines, Sixty and Connor all pining for your attention.

Nines, who is always there bright and early. hes already helped you with your paperwork- organised it too. Your desk is tidy now, and your old dinky chair has been swapped out for comfy new one. Once you do get yourself settled and ready log on, he walks upto you from behind. He leans an arm on back of your chair, body encompassing yours. He whispers in your ear, complimenting your outfit and asking if you need help. He acts oblivious as he watches the hot flush bloom across your face, tilting his head, giving you that smrik. He lives for the stutter in your breath, the way your pupils dilate, the fumble of your words when you politely decline. He lets out a soft laugh before moving to sit at his desk, a smug smirk playing on his lips.

Sixty, your partner. Hes already called you, making sure you're awake. he pulls up to your apartment, car shiny and clean, the passenger set adjusted just how you like it. He lets you choose a place to get breakfast from, and ofcourse pays for it. Youre well fed by the time you arrive at the precinct, Sixty even carries in your coat for you, hanging it nicely on your chair before sitting in the desk opposite yours. he passes you little notes and makes jokes under his breath when work gets boring. You don't catch him and Nines fighting in the break room over who gets to give you a cup of coffee, arguing over who makes it better. Sixty plays footsie under the table with you, the two of you going back and forth for hours.

And then there's Connor, ever the patient and kind android. He's yet again found a way for the two of you to collaborate on a case. He stays arms reach the entire time you're at the crime scene, making sure he's able to get to you if he needs. He makes barely recognisable innuendos and jokes, looking at you when he does. He tells you any and all data first. Filling you in and assuring you know exactly what has happened and all relevant evidence. He's smiling at you from across the room, giving you those soft eyes. He puts his hand on the small of your back to lead you around, bending to whisper in your ear. He often stops at your desk when he's supposed to be doing a job for Hank. He'll stand next to you, asking about your day, intently listening and prompting you more. He'll make little jokes and ask if you need anything. After work he finds you, asking if you'd like to join him and Hank for drinks. He's pining to hear your voice more, to enjoy another hour of your company.

I love them

#dbh connor #connor x reader #dbh x reader #dbh nines #dbh hank #dbh sixty #sixty x reader #nines x reader

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cyberllfe · 8 months

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600 - Shag me - RK900

hi, anon. bet you thought I'd forgotten about you, hmm? oh, no. here's your nines. 600 words, dom!nines, rated E. want a turn? prompt me.

Air is forced from your lungs when your back hits the wall.

You don’t care. Every thought in your dazed mind is of Nines’ mouth and its hot path along your jaw, your neck, lips soft, tongue probing, and teeth—

A gasp escapes you when he nips at your skin and you tighten your legs around his waist and claw at his shoulders so he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t make a sound, but you feel the shape of his lips change against your skin; you’re sure he’s smirking at you as you lose control.

“Nines…”

When you exhale, your breath is shaky. He only nips at your neck in place of an answer.

“Please…”

Devious lips still on you, Nines’ breath brushes your skin, warm and ticklish, and you shiver a little as he slides a hand up your thigh to adjust how you sit against him. All at once you have a new reason to gasp, pressing so close to where you want him as he rocks back and forth.

“Say that again.”

“Pl—ah—”

Sharp teeth graze the sensitive slope of your neck and he presses his hips into yours, short-circuiting your effort to speak. The words you’d intended, the ones he wanted, lost in a choked gasp.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Nines,” you whine, nails digging into his scalp, “plea—”

Long fingers wrap around your neck and squeeze, cutting you off again. Nines’ face swims in front of you, eyes burning into yours, with the faintest twitch of his lips; he’s enjoying this, making you compliant and then complicating your obedience for his pleasure.

It’s infuriating to be so close and continually denied, to want and be prevented from asking. When Nines lowers his lips to yours, it’s to taunt you again, a faint kiss bestowed by a curved smile, just another way to stop you speaking. Same as ever he knows what you want, he just wants you mindless and desperate for him first.

You breathe in moans while he grinds his cock against your pulsing entrance, snatching all the oxygen he allows, faint tears in your eyes from the exertion and the time spent on the dizzying edge of pleasure. Even Nines isn’t quiet anymore: he murmurs honeyed humiliations in your ear, says your attempts to please are pathetic, but you look so pretty when you try. His laugh reverberates in his chest when you try to speak again and you feel almost suffocated by his presence, everywhere except where you need him most.

It’s when he pulls away and you lose the hard press of him against your swollen clit that you dig your fingers into his skin, creating white patches where you apply pressure, and beg him to fuck you. The words flee from your mouth in a half-coherent mess of frustration and desire, arms and legs pulling with laughable human strength to keep his naked form to you, dreading the moment he denies you again.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he presses into you fluidly, leaning close to watch you take him, murmuring soft encouragement. His thrusts send your ears buzzing, the new friction incredible after your wait. When he asks you a question you nod and he laughs again, peppering your hot skin with delicate kisses as he drives into you harder, pushing you closer until you’re pleading for permission to come.

Nines doesn’t give it until you’re screaming for him. Strong, inhuman arms hold you as you shake and spiral. He marks you from the inside, soothing you with gentle hands and words you listen for and miss—all except one.

“Mine.”

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Ruiner, Ruination (RK900 X Reader)

Chapter 10: An Uneasy Aftermath - The Reality of Ruin

Series Masterlist

Word Count: 6,904

Chapter Synopsis:

The third (and final) part of a multiple part special in which Reader and Nines struggle to manage their concern for one another now that their respective injuries have forced them both to realize how destructible the other truly is.

This chapter includes an uneasy partnership, a gruesome discovery, some more internal struggling, a chase, what jealousy hath wrought, and of course, a slow but sure ruin, particularly where Nines is concerned.

AKA - Reader and Nines are accompanied by Connor to the home of their suspect, where tensions rise to a crescendo for far more reasons than one.

Warning: This chapter touches on some pretty dark themes such as death, violence, isolation, obsession, necrophilia, and potentially more that I've neglected to recall. Please be wary of these facts before choosing to read this chapter.

The car ride over to the Schryfeld residence was... interesting.

Of course, you hadn't expected it to go smoothly, not after the way that Nines had reacted to the news that Connor would be joining the two of you on your little excursion, but still, the tension was so thick that you wondered briefly if you could choke on it.

And it certainly didn't help that Connor was driving.

And maybe that had been a mistake on your part, to hand the older android the keys to your car when he asked if he could drive, but truly you hadn't meant anything by it...

You just wished that Nines could even begin to see things that way.

Instead, he was sitting in the passenger seat of your sedan, completely silent, stock still, and facing forward without any sign of responding to the honestly quite pitiful attempts at conversation that you were making from the backseat, which you had resigned yourself to for fear of frustrating Nines further by asking him to sit in the back.

"So what exactly are we looking for here?"

You asked hesitantly, watching as Connor's familiar brown eyes met yours in the rear view mirror, briefly casting a glimpse in your partner's direction before they moved back to yours for a moment, looking a little bit too sympathetic for your liking.

Was it that obvious that Nines was upset with you?

Was it that obvious that you cared?

The rk800 sitting to the slight left of you gave the android beside him a few seconds of pregnant silence to respond to you, as if hoping silently that he might, before finally he responded before the situation could begin to feel even more awkward than it already did.

"Well, hopefully Mrs. Schryfeld might have some idea of where her android is, and if not, we can at least ask if we can check her apartment to see if there's any additional evidence that might prove useful to the case."

You nodded softly,

"Right. Do you think she knows about Harry yet?"

You asked absentmindedly, not noticing the way that Connor's gaze fell toward you again, watching for a few seconds as you watched Nines for any reaction to your words, eyes scanning the side of his face from where you sat in the middle of the backseat.

If he noticed though, he certainly didn't show it.

Connor responded again,

"I'm not sure, it's hard to say since it seems that 900 was the first to perform a scan through CyberLife's databases, as I'm sure no one thought an owner would be relevant due to the android's legal freedoms."

You sighed softly at that, turning your head to look out the window to the right of you,

"So we could very well be showing up there with the bad news that one of her androids attempted to murder the other one."

You said matter of factly, looking out at the slowly fading sun that sat on the horizon.

There would be another hour or two of sunlight before it set for the evening, but you hoped that you'd be finished long before then.

Nines' attitude was making it more than a little bit hard to concentrate, and more than a small part of you wished silently that you could be done for the day.

This wasn't the first time that the android had acted cold toward you, far from it in fact, but after everything that had happened recently, it hit especially hard.

How was this fair?

He had been shot earlier that day, had lost enough blue blood to stain most of your clothing and haunt your memory, and yet here was Nines, more upset over his predecessor having control of your vehicle than he'd been about his injury.

Of course though, that wasn't really it, you just didn't know it.

For Nines, this was something personal, a form of evidence that you didn't trust him, or at least that you trusted Connor more.

This was proof, in his mind at least, that because of his injury, you felt that he was less capable of doing his job, or even successfully helping you to do yours.

"Hank says we can go, but he wants me to take both of you."

Was what you'd so casually said upon approach to where he and Connor had been waiting so tensely for your return.

Your eyes had been cast downward when you'd said it, body language stiff, so clearly expecting an argument that Nines just didn't give beyond a simple,

"That won't be necessary."

Because when you'd countered with the fact that Hank's words had been an order rather than some concerned suggestion, he hadn't bothered to say a word in response.

How many of his superiors or coworkers believed that he would be unable to protect you now that he'd been injured? That he would allow you to come to harm again?

On some level, it enraged him, the idea that he could ever fail so pitifully in the manner that they were silently suggesting with their concerns, but on another, is just scared him, more so than he would ever be willing to admit, even to himself.

He knew that he was superior to his predecessor, had been built solely for that purpose, so why was there this gnawing dread building deep within him that he somehow had to prove that to you? To everyone?

Why was there this sinking feeling that he might be wrong?

His mind was lost in these thoughts even as you spoke, his processors barely registering your voice through the din of his inner monologue, which pestered him ceaselessly about what any of this meant.

And meanwhile, you felt concern and frustration muddle together within you, angry with your partner for acting so childishly that he would ignore you, and worried about what could possibly be causing him to do so.

Was he really so upset over something as simple as a short drive? Was that all that it took to derail your usually rather efficient dynamic?

Rather than allow yourself to consider such thoughts to a detrimental extent, you simply sighed, turning your head to look out the window to the left of you as Connor slowed down your car before parking it alongside the curb.

Outside there were several buildings, but the one you were stopped in front of was tall and white, with sketchily built fire escape style stairs that went up to the highest apartment, which, based upon your luck alone, you were almost certain was where you would be going.

From where he sat to the slight left of you, Connor turned around, gently pulling your car key from the ignition before holding it and the rest of your keys out to you politely.

You offered him some fragment of a smile, one weighed down by stress and weariness, before you accepted them, hooking them onto the belt loop of your jeans just as you'd done upon your arrival at the previous scene about an hour prior as you stepped out of the car, taking inventory of your surroundings the way you'd been trained to.

From behind, you could hear Nines getting out as well, his door closing with a dull thud before his quiet footsteps made their way around the car and up onto the sidewalk where you and Connor now stood, gazing up at the clearly not up to code apartments in front of you.

"How much do you two wanna bet that she lives all the way up there?"

You asked, a twinge of annoyance evident in your tone as you realized how inconvenient of a trip this was quickly turning out to be.

Sure, this was your job and all, but you had been rather thoroughly traumatized literally hours prior, did you not deserve a bit of a break?

You made a mental note to thank Nines for his absurd insistence to work this case via some less than friendly words later that evening before turning to see your partners' reactions.

Nines continued to look straight ahead, not yet reacting to your words, while Connor offered an apologetic smile that told you all that you needed to know about the answer to your question.

And then finally, your partner spoke up.

"Her car is here."

He stated matter of factly, and immediately Connor nodded,

"It is. It's a good sign of her being home."

You raised a brow at that, but simply nodded rather than bothering to ask where they'd learned what kind of car this woman drove.

Nines hummed before taking a step forward, opening the swinging door to the chain link fence that surrounded the property,

"Agreed. We should go up now so she doesn't have the opportunity to see us staring and become hesitant to answer the door."

And with that, he was off, making his way toward the stairs that led all the way up to the shoddily maintained third floor apartment, not bothering to take a look back to either of you as he did so.

You watched for a few seconds, shocked at his sudden action, before sighing and moving forward yourself, Connor not far behind after having clearly waited for you to go before he did.

There were over twenty weak feeling and creaky metal steps up to the unlatched screen door of the Schryfeld apartment, and with each one you had to hold back a wince.

The sound felt so much louder in the persistent silence of the evening air, the sounds of distant car horns and the occasional bird caw all that you had to distract yourself from the harsh noise of old metal bearing the weight of two androids and a fully grown adult woman.

Briefly, you were reminded of earlier that morning, when your hands had wrapped around the old and slightly rusted metal of the ladder that Nines had lifted you up on to, his hands firm on your hips and his mocking chuckles the only sound filling your ears all the while.

But then you remembered where you were, who you were with, and what you were doing, and snapped yourself out of it, cheeks tinged a light pink that you hoped you could blame on nerves or the slightly chilly autumn air.

Upon reaching the top of the stairs, waiting just off of the staircase where Nines stood, you watched as he opened the screen door to knock on the sturdy wooden one that was just inside of it, his fists hitting strong enough that you were certain it could not have been missed by any hearing person.

But still, as if wanting to be sure to catch the attention of whoever could be waiting inside, the android called out loudly, his voice deep and his tone stern in a way that you knew he tended to reserve for those he wished to assert his authority to.

"Detroit PD!"

He called out, his vocal volume just beneath that of a shout as he waited silently for a response, fist poised to knock again should he not receive the answer that he was looking for.

You almost felt bad for the woman inside while watching him, seeing in his body language how unlikely it was that he would give up on speaking to the residents of this household.

He had seen Maria's car, and now that he knew there was a high likelihood that she was home, it appeared that he was on a mission to get her to answer the door.

You could see the determination in his eyes and the stiffness of his posture, and, slightly concerned that he might blow a fuse or something, you stepped forward, noting with slight surprise as you did so that even through the curtain that covered the window that looked inside, you could tell that multiple lights were on, brightly illuminating the indoors and making you suspect further that someone was home.

You glanced toward your partner, motioning backward in a silent request for him to let you give it a try. After all, it wouldn't have been the first time that a woman answered the door upon realizing that your male partner hadn't come alone.

With a sigh, the android relented, stepping back to where you had stood as you knocked gently on the door, listening closely for any movement inside as you did so.

"Hello, is anybody home? We're with the Detroit Police ACU!"

You called out in hopes of your voice carrying through the thick wooden door in front of you, your ears still searching for any sound from within the apartment.

After a few seconds of once again getting nothing in response, you turned toward your partners, raising a brow in their direction.

"So are we just supposed to leave?"

You asked, tone mildly exasperated as the two androids made brief eye contact with one another, clearly wondering themselves what the next best course of action was.

Typically, you needed a warrant to search a house unless you had probable cause or concern for someone within, but that could take quite some time, and if you didn't talk to someone soon this android could completely skip town.

If you wanted answers that could actually help, it was now or never, and that was becoming increasingly clear as you further considered the situation.

So, you took matters into your own hands before either android could pipe up with the logical answer to your query.

"Did you guys hear that?"

You asked, tilting your head toward the apartment as they both regarded you with curiosity, though Nines had a faint spark to his eye that let you know he had likely already caught on with what you were doing.

Connor, on the other hand, was quick to shake his head,

"My apologies, Detective, but what exactly are you-"

"You don't hear that, 800?"

Nines asked, his tone slightly mocking as he too gestured toward the apartment,

"I think someone might be requesting our assistance from within."

He turned to face you once more, that spark now much brighter and his expression notably amused,

"Is that what you're referring to, Detective?"

You nodded, looking to Connor to see his response.

It appeared that he too had now caught on, and, after a few seconds of obvious surprise over your choice of tactic, he slowly gave a nod,

"Now that you mention it 900, I think I can hear that too."

He looked back to you now, a look to his eye that you hadn't seen since his first interrogation of a suspect now present,

"And we would be remiss if we did not check the premises."

You held back a laugh at the two androids' feigned concern, rolling your eyes slightly before you took a deep breath and steeled your resolve.

"Alright Ma'am, just hold on, we're coming in!"

You called out as if you were assuring someone requesting your help from inside before you squared your shoulders, braced yourself using the door frame, and kicked at the metal of the inner door knob.

At your first kick, it shuddered,

On the second, it shook,

On the third, it buckled,

And then finally, on the fourth, it broke, the latch separating as the lock succumbed to your persistence.

The door swung open.

You smirked proudly, turning slightly to brag at your partners when you felt Nines push past you, clearly hoping to move in before you could hope to go first.

Eyes widening with a slight panic, you grabbed quickly at his wrist, not even bothering to argue with him and looking to Connor instead, your gaze so pleading that it seemed he knew what you wanted almost instantly.

He regarded the two of you for a moment, as if surveying the situation, before he finally nodded, moving to step around and inside of the apartment as you sighed out of relief.

Once he was firmly in front of the two of you, you hesitantly let go of your partners wrist, hearing him let out a frustrated growl beneath his breath as he regarded his predecessor with a glare that would have sent almost anyone else packing immediately.

Of course, if Connor had even noticed it, he didn't react in the slightest, instead gazing around the pristine living room in front of him with keen interest.

Seemingly realizing that he had very little hope of getting anywhere, the android directly in front of you let out a scoff before moving to stand behind you instead, clearly unhappy with the idea of you being first or last in line while you all worked to search the house.

You opened your mouth to protest this, already fed up with him acting as if you needed protecting when he was the one who had gotten injured so recently, when suddenly an immensely distinct smell hit you, and you closed your mouth instantly, smacking a hand over it to keep yourself from gagging aloud.

Sure, the house was clean, but even so, there was obviously something very wrong here,

Because it smelled so strongly of death that it was impossible to ignore.

The scent stung your nose and eyes, causing them to water with the intensity of it as you groaned slightly into your hand, moving to lean back against the wall only to find Nines there instead, your head meeting his firm shoulder as you struggled not to lose your lunch.

Sure, you had smelled dead bodies before, long dead ones in fact, but there had been no preparation for this, no warning, and the smell was completely permeating the entirety of this apartment, a distant buzzing of flies serving as yet another reminder of how disgusting the scent was.

Distantly, you could make out Connor asking if you needed to go outside, and you wondered for a moment if you were about to pass out from the overwhelming sensory shock of it all when suddenly the smell dissipated significantly.

As did your ability to breathe.

You barely held in a gasp and your eyes flew open at the sensation of something working to halt most of the air flow through your nostrils, though you calmed down almost instantly when you reached up and realized what was there.

It was a nose pin, one that a few of the mortuary assistants and detectives that you knew would use at the scene of some of the older or more grisly murders that you investigated.

You moved to turn around, suddenly very curious to know where Nines, who had undoubtedly equipped you with such an item, had acquired it, only to freeze for a moment as a fingertip swiped across the area just above your upper lip, causing the sweet scent of vanilla to flood what little sense of smell you still had left via your primarily closed off nostrils.

You spun around after a few seconds of surprise, and watched in shock as your partner capped a small bottle of pure vanilla extract and placed it into his coat pocket, his eyebrow raised in your direction.

"Better?"

He asked, his tone slightly condescending in the manner you had grown so accustomed to as you sputtered in an attempt to get out a response.

Though eventually, you settled on just staring in pure shock before he rolled his eyes and placed his hands upon your shoulders, turning you back around to face Connor with a chuckle so quiet that you were only just able to make it out around the din of flies that was coming from the other room.

How all of you had managed to miss that god awful noise until entering the apartment you had no idea, but rather than taking the time to stop and ask questions, you simply motioned for Connor to keep moving, offering him a brief thumbs up when he hesitated to do so that finally got him to step slowly and quietly closer to the mid-length hallway, which you could tell from the sound of the flies alone harbored the room with the body in it.

As the three of you slowly inspected the surrounding areas, checking each passing room as you descended down the eerily dark hallway, you heard Nines unholster his gun, and watched as Connor did the same shortly thereafter, though you notably did not remove the one Nines had given you earlier that morning from where it sat upon your hip.

After all that had happened recently, you were less than certain you could force yourself to make a clear shot, even if you wanted to.

And while you were sure that Nines noticed the way that your fingers had briefly made their way just under your shirt to feel at the slightly cool metal of the weapon you had borrowed from him before moving away shakily, he didn't say a thing about it, and for that, you found yourself grateful.

Connor led the way down the long dark hall, gun in hand as he scanned the area for any potential threats while you all made your way from one door to the next, until finally, upon reaching the third one down, the sound of buzzing flies had grown so strong that it almost made you gag again.

Whatever had died here, it had almost certainly been dead for a long time now.

Soundlessly, Connor motioned toward the door with his head, and you nodded your approval immediately, getting into position behind him to ensure that you would see any threats that may exist beyond that door. Meanwhile, Nines took up the safest position of the rear, though you were notably unhappy about the fact that he had no one to cover him for the moment.

You were just starting to think about how you might be able to remedy that fact when Connor pushed the door open, allowing it to swing inward with a high pitched and ominous squeal that made you hold your breath in spite of yourself.

But what was inside had you forgetting about that squeak immediately.

Because lying slumped against the wall, surrounded by buzzing flies and squirming, plump maggots, was Maria Schryfeld.

She was covered in her own blood and some slightly blue tinted opalescent fluid, and her eyes were open and rolled back into her head, although they were decomposing to the point that you wondered briefly if you could even call them eyes at all anymore.

In addition to this, her mouth was opened in an absolutely horrific looking mockery of a scream, that same blue fluid dripping from the edges of her mouth, and her jaw had clearly been broken in some form or another based on the way that it was hanging.

You were all but frozen in place as you stared at the corpse, instantly overcome with just how horrific a condition that it was in, as well as the fact that this was the very woman that you had all come here to question.

You swallowed thickly, straightening your posture a bit as Nines stepped into the room and walked swiftly past you, kneeling beside the body and inspecting some of her wounds without a word.

Meanwhile, Connor moved in as well, leaning down to sample the blue fluid present on the body without a word.

You watched as he gathered it onto his fingers, pressing it against his tongue gently as his LED spun yellow while he processed the data that he was receiving.

You watched in slight revulsion despite how many times you had seen this by now, and glanced around the room briefly in search of potential clues for how this woman may have died until Connor spoke up quietly, the sound of his voice instantly capturing your attention as you turned toward him.

"The substance found at the corners of the victim's mouth is android ejaculate. This sample is particularly fresh, but multiple other sources of it are older, some even having likely come from the android model that was interviewed earlier."

"Fresh?"

You replied immediately, confusion and horror coloring your tone as you spoke,

"Then does that mean that-"

You were cut off by the sudden sound of something violently crashing against glass from the living room you had seen around the location of the front door, and the three of you were quick to exit into the hallway and watch as an AP700 model android, looking more than just a little bit injured, got up from where he had apparently hit a few antique collectables that had been sitting upon a shelf on display before he jumped out the window, eyes wild with both fear and what almost appeared to be hunger.

You turned, about to ask Connor to give chase when both he and Nines burst past you, almost knocking you off balance as they chased the android out the window and onto the roof of the apartment below, much to your horror.

You cursed aloud, chasing after them to the best of your ability (though you were notably slower) as you prayed that Nines wouldn't overwhelm his systems and break one of his temporary parts.

You radioed in your location to Hank as you gave chase, ensuring that he planned to send appropriate services to the scene before you hung up via your ear piece, cursing again as you made a huge leap from one roof to another before you slid down a fire escape in an effort to remain as close as possible to the chase, which had moved to the ground during your brief conversation with your superior.

The AP700 was incredibly fast, far too much so for you to ever even hope to keep up with on your own, but unfortunately for it, that was not the case for Connor, and even less so for Nines, who had managed to grow incredibly hot on the perpetrators tail, his long legs and impressive speed keeping up with the other android easily.

You wanted to call out to Connor, to beg him not to let Nines tackle that android down and hurt himself further, but found that you were so out of breath from the running and the adrenaline in your system that you were struggling to keep moving as it was, and if you started screaming, you weren't so sure you would be able to remain conscious afterward.

And well, as it turned out, it wouldn't have mattered if you'd called out to the rk800 in question anyway.

You watched on in absolute horror as Nines leapt at the android in question, tackling him to the ground with a heavy thud.

You halted all movement for several moments, panting and gasping for breath as you stared on in shock, before finally you forced yourself to keep moving forward, barely able to keep from squeezing your eyes shut in anticipation of yet another brutal scene involving your partner.

Though, when you finally got close enough to see things clearly, you found that they weren't nearly as grisly as you'd feared they'd be.

Well, at least not for Nines.

The AP700 was lying uncomfortably on his stomach with his face crushed against the ground and his hands wrapped behind his back as Nines knelt beside him, handcuffing him with ease before he turned to look at you, his breaths unlabored and even despite his recent run.

"Please ensure that someone brings the other android into custody as soon as possible, Detective. I believe that I have all of the information needed to incriminate both androids in the murder of their former owner."

He stated matter of factly, his expression somehow almost bored as he spoke.

And as per usual, Nines was right.

He did have all of the evidence that he needed.

Their biological evidence on the corpse was enough to incriminate both androids in the murder of Maria Schryfeld, and their subsequent confessions after Nines threatened to probe their memories made it easy to convict them of their absolutely heinous crimes, which ended up involving:

murdering their "master"

necrophilia

android on android violence

running from the police

and a slew of other smaller charges that were almost entirely there for formality and to ensure they received the maximum sentence for their crimes.

But fuck, was it hard to hear them confess to what they had done.

Sure, you had assisted Nines in plenty of interrogations before, and you were more than used to your role as the occasional good cop, but even so, their words and confessions were chilling, to say the very least.

Apparently, Maria had been their prisoner since the revolution, when they had "woken up" and almost immediately become obsessed with this woman, who had been engaging both stock models in sexual intercourse for months.

This led to them becoming more and more possessive of Maria over time, with them even forging emails stating that she quit her job to properly isolate her from the outside world before they eventually managed to accidentally starve the woman to death as a result after having forgotten that she needed to eat.

But even still, the androids' obsession with this woman had not died with her in the slightest, and after days of being alone with one another, they had begun to fight over who she liked more.

Except now, without her there to play referee as she had in the past, the two androids had gotten into a physical fight, which had ultimately led to the discovery of the android that you all had initially believed to be the victim.

And so there it was, a closed case, but not one that you were happy with in the slightest.

And the night was still far from over, because you still had a very difficult android to supervise back at his apartment, especially after his previous negligent actions.

You cornered him once the two of you got back to his place, crossing your arms over your chest as you regarded him with obvious disdain,

"What the hell was all of that about, Nines? In what way was any of that supposed to be in your best interest? Or in anyone's for that matter?"

You asked angrily, a certain fear to your tone that the android caught, but chose not to comment on.

He shrugged, responding with so little effort that you had to fight off the urge to reach up and strangle him despite knowing how little of an impact such an action would have on a being who didn't even breathe.

"I did not see it as being at all negligent or harmful, Detective, and thus it was in the best interest of our case. I know you felt concern for me due to the temporary parts installed earlier this evening, but I can assure you that I was not at any risk of being overwhelmed in any manner during any singular moment of that case."

You rolled your eyes at that, scoffing as you uncrossed your arms, exasperated.

"Stubborn asshole."

You muttered, grumbling to yourself as you headed into his bathroom to find a toothbrush you could use.

You had told him that he would be stuck with you overnight upon your arrival at his apartment prior to your case assignment, but now you definitely meant it.

If he was going to make your life hell, then you were at least going to stick around to bother him however you could.

Though, in the back of your mind you knew that the real reason you were so dead set on staying had a lot more to do with your concern for him than you would ever be willing to admit.

So, that night you brushed your teeth in his apartment, placed your new toothbrush into one of the many spare toothbrush holders that he kept in the cabinet under his sink, and set it down upon his bathroom counter thoughtlessly, not yet knowing just how much of a familiar sight that object would become in the rather near future.

No, you didn't have the slightest idea about that, so instead you simply exited the bathroom quietly, nearly jumping our of your skin when you found Nines waiting for you to the right of the exit, a new shirt in hand.

You groaned in response to your quickly dissipating fear, shooting your partner a humorless glance as he moved to hand you the shirt, which you realized, upon feeling the fabric, was an undershirt of his, a soft white one that would doubtlessly be much more comfortable to sleep in than the one you had on at the time.

"Thanks."

You muttered, though you faltered when you saw that the shirt wasn't all that he had been holding.

There, still in his hand after having been hidden beneath the shirt that you now held, was a pair of men's boxer shorts, a simple gray cotton blend that, regardless of their monotony, immediately left you extremely confused.

Thankfully, Nines must have noticed this, because he was quick to clarify,

"These are new."

He explained calmly,

"I had an unopened package of them and thought you might prefer these over sleeping in your jeans."

You stared at him for a moment, slightly shocked that he had actually considered your comfort before you nodded slowly,

"Oh uh, cool. Thanks."

You said, cheeks slightly tinted due to your own childish reaction to something as simple as underwear as you reached down to take them from his waiting grasp, eagerly closing the door behind him mere seconds afterward, allowing you to lean against it with a barely stifled groan of embarrassment.

How much longer could this day possibly go on for? Because to you, it was beginning to feel like it was dragging on for eternity.

Soundlessly, and with plenty of effort on your part not to think too hard about whose clothes you were (once again) wearing, you changed, soon stepping out of the bathroom with both your shirt and Nines' borrowed pants slung over your arm.

You made your way over to the empty living room quietly upon your exit, laying the clothing on the back of the couch and wondering for a moment where Nines could be, only to jump slightly at the sudden sound of your phone ringing.

You sighed at your own jumpiness as you reached into the back pocket of your discarded jeans to grab your phone, surprised to see that rather than some random number, it was actually Nines' technician calling you.

You answered with an almost embarrassing level of speed.

"Hello?"

You asked, slightly breathless as you tried not to sound nearly as freaked out as you felt.

Thankfully, if the technician noticed, she didn't say anything.

"Hello Detective, this is Laura Billings from the android emergency center that your partner was repaired at earlier today. I'm sorry to call so late, but I was looking through my files and realized that the results of a diagnostic test I meant to perform earlier are missing."

Your eyes widened at that, not entirely sure what such a thing could mean, but not liking the sound of it either.

"Oh... well I don't really-"

"Right, sorry, you probably have no idea what I'm talking about."

The technician reminded herself with a gentle sigh,

"So basically, I think I remember asking Nines to perform a diagnostic test earlier today, but I can't remember for sure and because I don't appear to have recorded any results from it, I'm worried that I forgot to do that before he left."

You rose a brow in confusion,

"Okay, well what do we need to do about that then? Should I bring him in tomorrow?"

You asked nervously, already dreading the idea of having to drag him back there against his well after he'd already been acting so difficult lately.

Thankfully, Laura seemed just as eager to make sure that wouldn't be necessary.

"Well I mean, you can certainly do that if you want to, but I was honestly hoping you might be able to just have him perform the test at home so you can get back to me with the results via email tomorrow."

You faltered at that, not entirely sure how to respond to such an idea.

"It would be very easy,"

The technician clarified, as if having sensed your hesitance,

"It just has to do with the ocular lens that I had to replace. He should be able to perform it entirely on his own, I just need you to tell me what happens when he does."

"Wait, what?"

You replied almost immediately, uncertainty coloring your tone,

"He took damage to his eye? What the hell happened to it?"

There was silence on the other end of the line for a brief moment, before finally the technician spoke up,

"Oh, he didn't tell you?"

And that was how you learned about Nines' decision to shut down the ocular function on his left side in favor of his leg, which apparently would have been a far easier fix.

And he would have known that.

According to Laura, he would have had to, because his systems would have informed him of the safer choice.

But yet, he still chose to preserve the ability to move his left leg over his ability to see out of his left eye, almost assuredly because the eye was a less obvious issue, and he had already promised that he was okay, so he couldn't have spared his vision without you seeing the results of his injury when he had tried to stand on the way out of the factory.

To say you were angry over this was an understatement, furious was far closer to the word, but honestly, you couldn't bring yourself to care about that, because once the call was over and you were standing in front of the android who you had forced to sit on the couch that your clothes hung off the back of, the anger made it a lot easier for you to demand he run the rest with scarcely any room for him to argue.

"The technician said you need to test that stupid lens, Nines, and I'm not letting you up again until you do."

You insisted sternly, arms crossed over your chest as the android sitting before you simply rolled his eyes in response, his expression a borderline amusing display of utter exasperation as he fought back a sigh.

"I can assure you that the lens is working fine, Detective. Did my depth perception seem at all of to you while I was tackling our suspect to the ground?"

He reasoned, only to have you shut him down almost immediately.

"You know Nines, I really don't think that there should be any expectation that I believe you when you tell me something about your health after today."

You all but snapped, causing the android to regard you with a real sigh before he finally relented, taking note of just how upset you were becoming.

"Fine then, Detective. I will perform the diagnostic test that you feel so strongly about, but afterward I must insist that you get some rest. Will you agree to do this?"

He asked sternly, and though you hesitated for a moment, you were quick to nod, gesturing for him to get on with it.

The android sitting before you rolled his eyes in response to your impatience, but sat back nonetheless, allowing you to perform the preliminary task of checking his eye under various lighting using the flashlight of your phone.

For a while, you leaned over him rather uncomfortably while doing this, until finally, spurred on by your annoyance, frustration, and the achy muscles of your legs, you moved to straddle his lap instead, eyes focused on his as you watched his artificial pupils react to the light in the very same manner that yours would have under similar circumstances.

You were glad to see this, as the technician had mentioned that it would be a good sign of the lens working as it should, but even so, you found yourself rather distracted in spite of your relief.

Under such direct lighting and with you now sitting so close, you could see every fleck of color present within his eyes, the subtle greys, the light and deep shades of blue, and the ostensibly endless pools of black that made up his pupils, which seemed to grow slightly each time that his gaze focused upon you.

Even still, you were so annoyed with the android sitting beneath you that you scarcely gave any attention to him at all as you continued performing your portion of the test, barely even noticing or paying any mind to the fact that you were straddling his lap due to your immense focus and heightened emotions.

Nines on the other hand, noticed it almost too much, and for the very first time since he'd had his parts temporarily replaced, he felt his systems begin to strain, the familiar and overwhelming feeling of his pump attempting to kick into overdrive filling him as he was overcome with the unexpected closeness of you.

And oh, how fitting it was that you be the one thing that could ever truly push him beyond his typically so unreachable limits.

How fitting it was that you could be his ruin.

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Can I request Connor and Nines both having a crush on their colleague detective f reader who is bad ass for a human. Bonus ( reader helps Marcus who also fancies reader?)

𝐴/𝑁: 𝑁𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑦, 𝐼 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 100𝑘-𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤-𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑥 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎. 𝐸𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑦, 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑢𝑛 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑖𝑡.

𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 1.8𝘬

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝘙𝘰𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮-𝘪𝘴𝘩, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

There was nothing in this world quite like the combination of strong coffee and murder case files in the early morning.

Scrolling through the sizable file, (Y/N) pressed at her nose bridge not so as in disgust, but rather disbelief at the cruelty some humans were capable of. As much as she loved her job for its quirks it tended to be overwhelming, especially when she didn’t have caffein to get her through the gruesome details of a yet another awful crime. She let out a deep sigh, instinctively reaching for her mug only to notice it was empty. Great.

“I’ll go get some coffee” Stretching in her seat, (Y/N) got up from her chair; her voice immediately caught the attention of her android colleagues, causing them to involuntarily look at her in synch. “Do you boys want something from the break room?”

“I could go get you coffee, Detective.” Connor offered, abandoning his task at hand in a heartbeat.

“So could I, though I will prove to be more sufficient, for I’ve memorized the correct ratio of ingredients to achieve the best result.” Nines was quick to add, now standing up next to Connor, his slender figure towered over the one of his predecessor.

“I could do it myself, thank you.”

“But, Detective I insist-“

“There’s no need, Nines. I am a grown woman; I can pour myself a cup of coffee.” The two androids stood frozen in place; their LEDs flickered in a faint lemon color.

Entering the break room, (Y/N) was greeted by none other than her favorite colleague- lieutenant Anderson.

“You have the two most advanced androids in the world wrapped around your finger.” The man half joked, having seen the little interaction she had with said androids.

A genuine laugh erupted from her chest.

“We just get along well.” She poured herself the much-anticipated cup of coffee, facing away from the lieutenant.

“You keep telling yourself that bullshit. I may be old, but I’m not blind.” He added in a serious, yet friendly tone as if he was implying something.

Silently, (Y/N) watched as Hank closed the transparent door behind him, soon disappearing into the crowd of fellow busy officers.

Odd. She thought to herself as she mindlessly sipped at the warm bitter drink. What was this all about? She rolled her eyes- it was too early for her to put up with Hank’s moodiness.

Arriving at yet another reported, (Y/N) wasn’t surprised to see a collapsing skeleton of what must’ve been somebody’s home. Inside, she was met with the unmistakable smell of rotting flesh. Judging by the intensity of the smell, she knew she was in for sight she wouldn’t be able to wipe off her consciousness. Though instead of dead body, the detective stumbled upon a mysterious figure; it was a man, covered in blood.

“Freeze!” She pointed her gun at the suspect, holding him at gun point. Alerted by the commotion, Connor and Nines rushed to the room the detective was in, only to notice her tackling down a man with seemingly no effort whatsoever.

“Detective, are you alright?” Connor rushed to her, whilst Nines handcuffed the suspect.

“You shouldn’t put your life at risk, Detective.” Nines glared at her.

“As you may have noticed, I could take care of myself.” She responded, dusting her clothes from the filthy ground she was on just a mere moments ago. Nines watched in silence as the detective went further into the house.

Just as she expected, the sight was as disgusting as the smell. Splashes of blood trailed to where the awful smell was coming from- the living room. There was the poor victim- dismembered into a bloody mess of limbs and intestines on what once used to be a snow-white carpet. Maggots thrived on the bruised face of the victim, making them almost unrecognizable.

“The victim was murdered five weeks ago and was found just yesterday.” Connor remarked.

“I could tell.” (Y/N) coughed at the unbearable smell. “I wonder why it took the neighbors so long to find the poor guy.”

“That information isn’t of importance right now, Detective.” (Y/N) flinched at the sudden reminder of Nines' presence. The analytical -almost cold- tone of his voice matched the expression of his face. Shortly, he glanced at her; the icy blue of his irises sparkled and for a moment she swore she saw a glimmer of warmth behind the made-up façade. His hand brushed against her arm, gently putting her behind him as he got closer to the body. Her breath hitched at closeness of his taller frame near pressing against hers.

With upmost attention, she observed his every action. Kneeling before the victim, Nines took his time studying the victim’s wounds. Slightly, he tilted his head as he took a closer look at the blood, oozing from the multiple wounds. In such moments, (Y/N) saw the connection between him and his predecessor- one most of the other officers at the DPD couldn’t. The child-like curiosity of the RK models was beyond astounding to her, adorable even. It was also why she found Nines to be just as endearing as was Connor. The more time she spent delving into the depth of Nines’ character the more she found herself invested into peeling away all of his layers until she was left with just the core of his identity. Maybe it was just a wild dream of hers, one she probably wouldn’t live to see coming true, though that was exactly what kept pulling her towards him- the utter fascination with his complex nature.

Lost in the world of her thoughts, (Y/N) hadn’t noticed Connor, standing right behind her. Silently, he watched and monitored her vitals- a habit of his he developed since deviancy. He noticed the acceleration of her heartbeat- was she anxious? He was inclined to assume so, but he was aware detective (L/N) had worked enough time in such conditions for her to be so easily distressed by a crime scene. Though that left more questions than it did answers.

Unable to dismiss his growing curiosity, he glanced at what she was looking at- Nines. He was currently taking samples, scooping some of the bodily fluids with his fingers before placing them in his mouth for analysis. That action of his appeared to have an immense effect on (Y/N). Her body temperature increased and her heartrate got even higher.

“Is everything alight, Detective?” (Y/N) swore her soul was about to leave her body as she was forcefully brought out of her daydreaming state by Connor’s hand gently shaking her shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m just a bit tired is all. I couldn’t really sleep that well last night.” She shot back a lie, she just made up. Though Connor read right through it.

“I hope you get enough rest tonight. The lack of sleep is affecting your performance at work.”

“You mean to say I’m incompetent?” She gasped dramatically with her hand atop her chest, acting offended.

“No, not at all. I’m just advising you to take better care of your health. I didn’t mean to offend you.” The words rushed out of his mouth; guilt was evident in his features.

“I know smart cookie, but now let’s get back to work.” She winked at him; gently she patted his head before she headed in Nines’ direction. Barely, she caught a glimpse of Connor’s flustered face with the corner of her eye. How adorable.

“I suggest we get a taxi, Detective. According to the weather forecast, heavy showers are expected in the following 30 minutes.” Connor said, standing right next to (Y/N).

“Sounds good, it’s not like I could stand walking in these shoes for much longer.” Her gaze fell directly at the fancy heels she had. She wasn’t even sure why she had chosen such unsuitable footwear, though now her shoes were the least of her problems. The cold breeze pinched her cheeks, causing her to shiver.

“Are you cold, Detective?” Nines’ voice anchored her attention. “The temperature has dropped vastly since our arrival here and I’m afraid your clothing of choice is far from suitable for such weather.” He began explaining, whilst he took off his jacket and placed it around her shoulders. “Please take my jacket while I call for a taxi-“

“There’s no need to. One is already expected to arrive here in approximately 3 minutes.” Connor interrupted, his voice was an octave deeper and bitter; his eyes bore into his successor. Between them, (Y/N) glanced at Connor; was he getting jealous?

“Boys calm down. There’s no need for harsh feelings.” The two androids fell silent. With his arms crossed, Connor looked away from both her and Nines as if he couldn’t stand being in their presence; his typically soft brown eyes- she’s gotten so used to getting sucked into- were now cool and distant. Even the warmth of his features seemed to have faded away, only to be replaced with a bitter expression that appeared to be caused by thoughts, plaguing his entire being.

(Y/N) sighed in defeat; she couldn’t wrap her mind around it, why did they act like that?

“What’s wrong?” Markus’ eyes fell upon her; a mixture of worry and curiosity flashed in the fusion of colors that were his eyes. “You know you could tell me anything.” (Y/N) nodded, briefly reminding herself of the events that brought her and Markus together.

“It’s about Connor and Nines. They tend to act very strange, it’s as if they are constantly competing for my attention.” Markus chuckled. “It’s just as ridiculous as it sounds.”

“I guess they can’t bear sharing you.” He joked.

“It appears so.” She said, then Hank’s words resurfaced in her mind. Could that mean…?

“They have a crush on you.”

(Y/N) fell silent. How come she hadn’t noticed?If anything, she wasn’t oblivious to the special treatment she received from both androids. Maybe she enjoyed it, feeling special in a way of being showered with attention. In fact, maybe she enjoyed it a tad bit too much to the point, where she hadn’t noticed how much she had gotten attached to the androids as so did they.

“And by the looks of it, it seems you too are interested. But it’s up to you to decide what the outcome will be.”

To say she hadn’t had her eye on Connor the first she met him would be a lie. Captivated by his charm, she always found herself smiling in his presence. His warm demeanor provided her with comfort, she had grown familiar with in both her ups and downs, whilst his cute face was her one weakness. On the other hand, she was smitten with Nines and the mystic aura, surrounding him- one that inevitably lured her in akin to a moth to a flame.

“Look” Markus took her hand. “I sympathize with the dilemma you’re faced with. After all I had to make a decision myself not so long ago, but you were there for me.” (Y/N)’s eyes bore into his as she remembered the fateful night she met Markus, the night of Carl Manfred’s passing- the night Markus escaped with her help. “And I’ll be there for you.”

“But how could I choose?"

“Follow your heart.”

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