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honey-beann · 1 year

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rk boys (Nines, Connor, Sixty) x Reader Smut

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It was a beautiful morning, especially for Detroit, and Connor was feeling almost too content, watching the birds fly past the window above the kitchen sink as he sat comfortably at the breakfast bar.

The new house was perfect, notably different from the apartments he had lived in prior, and he found himself feeling so at home within it that he was filled with a joy he had only experienced once before, in an entirely different situation.

He allowed his mind to drift back to that night, your pretty dress, your ecstatic grin, and the calm waters lapping gently against concrete and wood sticking out clearly in his mind, even in memory alone.

Unbeknownst to the outside world, he examined his calendar internally, his LED briefly blinking yellow before calming back down to blue almost immediately as he checked just how long it had been since that wonderful afternoon.

He startled a bit (though he hoped only internally), at the realization that it had already been two months, and made a mental note to pick up some flowers to commemorate the event.

He had only just begun considering what type of flowers, when he heard his name get called from the speakers of the laptop that sat on the countertop in front of him.

"Do you have anything to add, Connor?"

Connor fixed his eyes on the screen and smiled politely at the speaker as well as the many college students who sat uncomfortably in their cramped desk seats a few hundred miles away at NYU, where he, Markus, Kara, North, and Simon were currently giving a lecture over video call.

"I'm sorry, I must have gotten lost in thought for a second, what was the question?"

Connor could see North cast the section of the screen he was taking up on her end a brief glare, but Kara, who had been the one to ask for his input in the first place, just smiled easily and waved his apology off.

"No problem. It was just about android-human romantic relationships and how the laws surrounding them are believed to change in the next few years. Markus mentioned his plans to have marriage legalized, and North spoke on the amount of negativity that these relationships face outside of the legal system, but I thought you might be able to provide some extra insight, if you felt comfortable."

Connor gave a slight nod, his smile returning to his face as he turned his attention back towards the large crowd of students, who, despite having been required to attend for credit, all seemed rather invested, though that was hardly any surprise given the speakers present.

Ever since the revolution, Connor and Markus in particular had gained a significant deal of notoriety due to both the rolls that they played, and the romantic relationships they had.

Markus had now been in his relationship with another android for a few years now, and Connor had been in his with a human for around the same amount of time, and people found that to be immensely interesting.

Here was Connor, the deviant hunter, a former prototype android designed for detective work, dating a human as if that were the most natural thing he could possibly do, and honestly, the media ate that up.

There were photos of you in the tabloids, articles about you posted online, and you were both criticized and adored by androids and humans alike for your relationship with Connor, even after all these years.

Of course, there were many other juicy aspects of your romantic life that the media loved to fixate on, but Connor hardly thought those were worth bringing up now, unless he wanted to complicate things extensively.

So instead, he chose to give the simplest answer he could without making it seem as if he were against the idea of speaking on his personal relationship (because he most certainly was not, in fact, he thoroughly enjoyed talking about you whenever an opportunity presented itself).

"Well, in my experience, android-human relationships are very similar to those shared between only humans and only androids. There are a lot of stereotypes, like that android lovers are superior, or that human partners can connect easier, but truthfully, I think most of these concepts are contrived by those who don't accept these relationships as legitimate and seek to weaken them because of that."

Just as he finished up his statement, a student raised their hand, and Kara, as the moderator, was more than happy to call upon them.

"Yes, you in the front row?"

The girl seemed nervous as she spoke up, but even so, Connor was able to make out her question easily.

"So if these stereotypes that Connor mentioned can be eliminated or lessened to a certain degree, can we anticipate the legalization of android-human marriage to occur shortly thereafter?"

Markus was quick to respond,

"Well, the legal system doesn't necessarily depend on these stereotypes being less prevalent, but it would definitely help our cause. That being said, I believe it won't be long now until android-human marriage is legalized, and that seems to be the consensus among many in the U.S. There has been a significant increase in the number of android-human betrothals within the past year, and I think that points to a general agreement that non-regulated marriages will definitely be legalized in the near future, it just depends on how long it takes for the government to recognize that from a legal standpoint."

Connor nodded in agreement,

"The data trends towards a general air of acceptance at the idea of legalizing these marriages. I myself proposed to my fiancee just two months ago with the expectation that in a slightly lengthened wedding planning time frame, the legalization process will be completed."

Soft murmurs echoed out among the crowd at this, as very few people were aware of your engagement (though the media had spoken frequently on the sudden addition of a rather expensive looking ring to your every day outfits).

Connor fought back a slight grin of amusement at the surprise that his words had caused, choosing instead to turn his attention towards the class's professor as the older man asked a question about android unions in the workplace, something that was much more in Simon's wheelhouse than Connor's.

He listened intently as his friend and colleague spoke in depth on the issue,

So intently in fact, that he neglected to notice the bedroom door opening until it was too late for him to do anything about it.

Out you walked, donning only an oversized dress shirt, slippers, and underwear, your hair mussed up, and your expression still rather drowsy as you made your way across the living room and into the bathroom, fully in frame of the camera you were all too unaware of for the majority of your trek.

Connor bit back a chuckle, his cheeks tinted a slight blue color as he admired via his screen how lovely you looked in your pajamas despite your immense lack of effort.

Of course though, he wasn't the only one to notice, and when you walked back through towards your bedroom after using the bathroom, there was a strong silence present from both the speakers as well as the audience, all of whom were rather distracted by the intrusion. Finally, clearly hoping to move on for the sake of time, the professor cleared his throat and spoke up through the newly awkward atmosphere.

"Excuse me, Mr. Anderson, but I believe there is someone in the backgrou-"

He cut himself off suddenly when an arm reached over from just out of frame and pulled you in toward it, shock clearly written across your face as you were yanked straight from view, yelping at the unexpected tug.

"Er, is everything alright?"

The professor spoke quietly now, his brow furrowed in confusion as Connor offered him a polite smile and nod,

"All is well, I believe my partner simply forgot about our professional arrangement this morning and neglected to use the other bathroom upon waking up."

"But who was-"

"As for the individual that removed her from the camera's view, I'm unsure if that was the rk800 or rk900, but I can assure you that our fiancee is entirely safe."

The crowd remained silent for a few moments as a great deal of the students took in what was for them, new information.

Of course, some larger fans and smart speculators had been able to piece together the relationship you shared with Sixty and Nines, but most people chose to ignore the complicated question of your romantic life beyond you and Connor.

After all, in the eyes of the media, Connor was a big sweetheart, while you were his equally innocent and adorable life partner, and how could they ever push that image out if they speculated that you were also engaged to both the rk800 model that had tried to kill Connor and Hank prior to deviation, and the rk900 model who had been strictly designed for military use when it came to hunting down deviants?

The short answer was that they couldn't, and as a result, the already rarely posted images of you and either of your partners who weren't Connor struggled to gain much traction, meaning that not many people believed, or even knew the rumor about your romantic relationship with all three men.

Except recently, you'd all sat down and had a conversation about this topic, which had ended with one strict viewpoint shared by all four of you:

Your relationship was not a secret, nor was it something to be ashamed of, and there would be no more comments leaving that up for interpretation.

The silence continued for multiple additional seconds beyond what Connor himself would consider awkward, until a student loudly cleared their own throat before slowly raising their hand, to which Kara responded by calling upon them in a manner that was almost hesitant.

"So uh, have android related marriage benefits been considered yet?"

North was quick to jump on answering that question, but even still, Connor couldn't help but feel his attention drift towards the situation just outside the range of his camera.

He couldn't quite make you out without making it obvious that he was looking in your direction, but he could clearly see Sixty's back as he caged you in against the wall, arms on either side of you while he leaned down to capture your lips in his in a manner that was no doubt ravenous.

He and Nines had both been out of town until just before Connor had began setting up for his prior arrangements earlier that morning, and if the android had meant what he'd said over the phone the night before last, you were likely in for one hell of a two month engagement celebration.

Connor attempted to turn his attention back towards the lecture, ignoring the growing pressure between his legs as he turned up the volume slightly, eyes fixated almost too intently on the screen.

Suddenly though, he was forced to hold back a wince as you stumbled back into the view of the audience, cheeks pink, lips bruised, and hair even messier than before as you struggled to avoid Sixty's attempts at grabbing you again with a laugh that was distant to the mic, but sharp in Connor's ears, igniting a spark of adoration in him at the sound.

He watched via the screen in front of him as you backed further into clear view with Sixty following confidently, a predatory grin at his lips that immediately let Connor know that the android couldn't care less whether or not those on the video call saw him.

Now more than a little bit enthralled by the chase as well as the sparkle of excitement he could see in your eyes, Connor kept his gaze trained on the scene playing out on the screen, a slight smirk fighting to show itself as he watched you start to lose your balance after being forced to raise a leg to stop your feral fiance from grabbing at it.

You shrieked as you fell back, catching yourself on your palms as you tried desperately to scoot away from Sixty's grip, though your efforts proved futile when he wrapped a nimble hand around one of your ankles, tugging you towards him and eventually just out of frame once more.

Soon afterward Connor heard the familiar sound of your feigned pleas for freedom being muffled against Sixty's hungry lips as they claimed your own for the second time that morning.

It proved to be very distracting.

Though, not nearly as distracting as you backing your way into frame once again moments later, palms flat against the floor behind you as you kicked playfully at Sixty, still doing your best to win the game of chase he'd started despite your obvious enjoyment.

You were fighting a grin as you continued to move backward, using your hands as leverage to pull yourself along faster even as Sixty followed on foot, which gave him a very clear advantage.

Repressing the urge to calculate how long on average Sixty tended to play with you before choosing to halt his typically lengthy games of cat and mouse, Connor shifted his gaze back towards the audience, hoping that the scene in the background wasn't the reason their gaze was so affixed to the projector screen in front of them.

Unfortunately though, the android's attempt at placing his regard on something that wasn't his fiancee's rather amusing struggle was squashed by the notable visual of a new figure entering the frame.

This definitely didn't help his cause, and he was almost certain that the crowd couldn't have possibly gone without noticing it either, as Nines made for an incredibly imposing figure under any and all circumstances.

That being said, you had clearly gotten very comfortable with his presence throughout the years, because you didn't even notice that he was there until you'd accidentally backed into his legs.

And by then, it was far too late.

Connor watched, artificial breathing paused as you slowly looked up to see Nines standing behind you, eyes slightly widened as you took in the sight of him. The android cast a brief glance over to the video call that his predecessor was on before shifting his gaze toward Sixty, who had his hands in his pockets as he smirked down at your helpless position between him and the rk900.

You were laying with your back pressed against Nines' body, one leg extended outward while the other was bent at the knee, as if you had been mid struggle when you'd finally stopped.

You let out a tiny squeak of fear, one that Connor barely managed to make out above the sound of North's voice, as without warning, Sixty knelt down to run a hand slowly up your leg before wrapping it loosely around your calf, his gaze hungry in a way that Connor was certain you were all too familiar with.

Nines, on the other hand, crouched behind you, his torso unyielding against your back as he ran a hand up from your straightened leg to your throat, where it briefly curled and squeezed before loosening, though it notably did not move away as he lowered his mouth to your ear.

Connor attempted to make out what he was saying, but in the end, it was your reaction that held his attention more than anything else.

He watched your muscles tense and your throat bob as you leaned into Nines' touch, nodding softly as the android in question smirked against your neck before he slowly stood, guiding you up with him and walking you backwards and out of frame once more, Sixty following eagerly.

There was a distant clamor that Connor was almost certain came from the counter of the bathroom sink, and then suddenly, his LED was flashing yellow with an incoming call from a familiar rk800 model android.

Connor swallowed thickly, briefly ensuring that the attention of those participating in the lecture wasn't on him before he answered hesitantly, the sound of your muffled whimpers instantly filling his ears and forcing him to hold back a shiver as he shifted in his seat, suddenly very uncomfortable thanks to the increasing strain within his pants.

"Shit."

He murmured under his breath, inhaling sharply as Sixty chuckled in response, a teasing lilt to his tone as he spoke,

"You hear that pretty girl? Connors decided to say hello in spite of his little arrangement, isn't that sweet?"

Connor tensed at the sound of you gasping on the other end of the line, a keening whine slipping past your lips at Sixty's taunting words, which he continued to utilize mercilessly.

"What was that, Princess?"

He pressed,

"I don't think he can hear you."

From Sixty's end, Connor was able to make out an oh so familiar squelching sound followed by a sharp cry that he knew for a fact belonged to you, your head falling back to what he imagined was the mirror behind you with a dull thud.

Connor flinched slightly at the sound, but assuaged his own worries with the knowledge that neither Nines nor Sixty would ever allow you to get hurt in their presence.

And clearly the injury wasn't anything severe, because mere moments afterward, Nines spoke up,

"Why don't you tell Connor how good it feels, hmm? We don't want him to feel excluded sitting all alone out there."

You whimpered at Nines' cruel tone, but opened your mouth to speak regardless, your breaths so hurried that Connor could hear them easily.

"C-Con..."

You whined out, and the sound of his name leaving your lips immediately had the android in question holding back a groan, his LED flickering briefly as he sent Sixty a message.

After doing this, Connor waited patiently, until finally, the receiving android let out an audible chuckle, humming softly as he spoke,

"Well isn't this interesting, Connor here is asking me to narrate your little... Predicament for him."

Sixty paused for a moment, allowing his predecessor to better make out your soft pleas before he continued, voice full of a mocking amusement that he had mastered the use of ages ago.

"Does that sound nice, Sweetheart? You want me to tell him how hot you look all spread out for Nines' fingers? How fucked out your expression is when we haven't even taken you properly yet?"

There was a brief silence for a moment or two, but Connor was quick to deduce that you must have nodded, because Sixty gave a short chuckle before he spoke up again,

"That's right, Baby, you look so fucking pretty when you take what we give you. Does it feel nice?"

You gave a shrill cry of bliss in response, and the next time that Sixty spoke, it was to Connor directly, his voice barely above a growl,

"Fuck, you really should see her, I don't know if she's ever been this wet before."

The loud squelching sounds in the background only served to cement Sixty's statement as truthful, and Connor had to mute himself so no one would hear the heady groan that was pulled from deep within him as a result.

"And she's desperate too, already begged Nines to fuck her before you could even answer the phone."

Connor heard his successor chuckle softly in the background before the squelching increased in intensity, followed shortly thereafter by your rushed pleas for more, which fell from your lips like a waterfall.

Connor then heard Nines give a sigh that was a bit too close to a growl for him to ignore, before suddenly, the squelching stopped entirely, replaced immediately afterward by the sounds of zippers being tugged down and clothing hitting the floor.

To Connor's surprise though, the next thing he heard wasn't some sharp cry or plea from you, but rather Nines' harsh tone as he spoke up for the second time that morning,

"Since you just can't seem keep your mouth shut on your own, you don't mind if Sixty helps you, do you, Sweetling?"

You whimpered shakily, but spoke up nonetheless, no doubt knowing the punishment that awaited if you didn't,

"N-no sir."

You whispered out, and Connor could all but hear Nines grin as he hummed softly before finally replying,

"Good girl."

And the next thing that Connor heard was a loud curse from Sixty, who let out a strained laugh immediately afterward, as if surprised by his own exclamation.

"That's it, Princess, open that pretty mouth just a little more for me,"

And a second later, he groaned heavily again, hissing through his teeth before he spoke up,

"Shit, that's it, Baby, just like that."

Connor held back a moan as he imagined how desperate you must have looked in that moment, spread out for Nines with Sixty's dick stuffed down your throat as you took them both eagerly,

It was almost enough to make him whimper at the thought alone, suddenly all too ready to end this video call once and for all.

Distantly, he could make out a new voice asking a question, but all that he could do was pray that it wasn't for him, because there was no way he could muster up the strength to say anything coherent knowing that his beautiful fiancee was being absolutely ravaged in the next room over.

Connor tensed slightly at the sound of your muffled groans, stifled by Sixty's length as you took everything that both he and Nines gave you, which was apparently about to be increased according to the latter individual.

"Did you want me to fuck you, Little Dove? Is that what you were begging for so shamelessly?"

Connor inhaled sharpy at the sound of your replying whines despite the rather large obstacle that was keeping you from speaking properly, which, judging by the noises that Sixty was making, likely wouldn't be an obstacle for very much longer.

The android in question was growling out your name, fucking your mouth with so much force that you would occasionally gag around his thickness, which only served to bring him closer and closer to orgasm.

"C'mon Baby, take me, just a little more and I'll come right down that pretty little throat of yours."

You whimpered weakly around Sixty's cock, and something about that sound must have struck the android as particularly ruinous, because mere moments afterward he was fulfilling his previous promise, hand in your hair as he rode out his orgasm with a harsh groan of pure bliss.

Connor, recognizing the familiar sounds of Sixty reaching his end, was more than a little bit eager to hear what would come next, and was not let down by what followed, because immediately after Sixty had backed away and leaned against the wall to get a better look at your fucked out expression, Nines took the opportunity to push into you, having removed anything that might get in the way of that a long time ago

You gasped immediately at the unexpected fullness that followed, and Connor could hardly restrain himself as Nines began thrusting in and out of you, hands on your ass as he set an absolutely brutal pace right from the get go.

"N-Nines!"

You cried out loud enough that Connor could hear you both through the call and through the bathroom door, making him immensely relieved to note that he was still muted, because he really wasn't sure how he could ever explain away the sound of his future wife getting fucked by her two other partners in the next room.

Nines chuckled darkly at your exclamation, and unbeknownst to Connor, pressed his thumb against your clit as he continued to take you fast and rough, quickly building you up to your orgasm with practiced skill, all while pushing himself straight to the edge as well.

"Fuck"

He hissed out between clenched teeth, hands gripping your ass hard enough to leave bruises as he drove into you, savoring every little sound you made for him as he did so.

And then, he said something that nearly made Connor snap.

"Do you want me to come inside of you, little one? Fill you up the way that Connor always begs to? Would you like to feel it drip out of your aching cunt and down your thighs for hours to come?"

His voice was like gravel as he spoke, strained and broken up by the occasional grunt or curse, but even still, it provided Nines with the reaction he so desired.

You gave a sharp cry upon hearing those words leave his mouth, and immediately, Connor knew that you were coming, voice haggard and body quaking as Nines dragged your orgasm out of you ruthlessly, until finally, he too came with a groan, filling you with his artificial seed just as he'd promised he would.

And that imagined visual, of you dripping with Nines' come after he had said such filthy things to you, things that Connor had long since made clear he desired, had him sending Markus a brief message about some contrived emergency before he all but slammed his laptop shut, stalking towards the bathroom with a clear purpose in mind.

This was indeed going to be a very long 2 month engagement celebration for you, and Connor would make sure of that far beyond anything you'd ever experienced before.

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randoimago · 1 year

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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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vampcubus · 2 years

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KISS HCS | simon, daniel, & nines

a/n: bonus round!! no one asked for em but I’m a whore for PL600s and warming up to RK900 so i figured why not. these really got away from me, apparently i can’t write headcanons without exposition 🧍‍♀️

Simon (PL600)

— What sets domestic androids apart from a lot of the others is their remarkable ability to blend into human families, they have expanded knowledge of affectionate gestures and often double as “significant other” models. So Simon knows why humans kiss and comes to the conclusion very soon that it’s something he wants to experience with you.

When you kiss Simon for the first time he thinks he’s gone blind and dumb, swears his thirium pump stops for a moment as your lips gingerly brush over his. You see his eyes go half-lidded and soften in a moment. Your hands grip the collar of his shirt like the scruff of a cat. You’re supposed to be angry with him, you remind yourself. He almost died on top of that tower, you were worried sick for hours, and now he’s back admitting he volunteered to be left behind.

Markus and the others got their earful earlier, it’s his turn to have his ear tugged on.

But you can’t find it in yourself to be cross with him because you’re just so happy he’s back, and the icing on the cake is the way he sighs “I love you, i’d never leave you.” against your lips. and suddenly you’re throwing yourself at him, tears streaming down your face as you cup his face and kiss the android with all you have.

— He didn’t know kissing felt like that.

— Simon loves soft and sweet kisses, they are his kryptonite and if you ever want anything from him that’s how you get it. No matter how firm he starts off, he always melts into compliance with every saccharine kiss you tease at the corners of his lips, tilting your head away when he chases your lips, insisting he yields. He always does.

— The type to kiss oh so gently over your closed eyelids just to see you grin with your eyes shut.

— Simon likes kisses to be a part of your routine, like a kiss goodbye before both or one of you is off to work, and a kiss hello when you get home. MANDATORY BEDTIME KISSES, they’re non-negotiable. Simon doesn’t need to sleep but he wants to sleep next to you at night. It always takes an eternity for the two of you to finally settle down and sleep because you’re too busy smoochin’ and whispering sweet nothings to one another.

— While the majority of the kisses Simon initiates are intended to be chaste and innocent, you have a way of drawing him back in and making him want more so easily. Will literally lay on the couch for hours with you just lovingly(?) making out with you, trying to fit as much of his tongue in your mouth as he can as you teasingly swirl your own around his, your fingers tangled in the synthetic blonde strands of his hair.

— Moans into kisses like a whore fight me.

Daniel (PL600)

— Like Simon, he knows about kissing and I mean his previous owners were a married couple that wasn’t necessarily embarrassed being affectionate in front of their android. He just never expects to get the opportunity to try it. Daniel is grateful you even let him stay, let alone pursue a romantic relationship with you– which was very hard, by the way, getting someone who literally just had their trust shattered into pieces to trust you.

— Despite Daniel’s trauma initially prompting him to distance himself from you, being a part of a family is something he craves so deeply.

— When you kiss Daniel for the first time, it’s hesitant and you aren’t sure if it’s the right move.

He’s having an episode, pacing around the kitchen mumbling about Emma, how it wasn’t fair. How he didn’t mean to do it. When you finally corral him against the counter, hands on either side of his face in a way you can only hope is comforting. The touch draws those silvery blue eyes to yours and suddenly the guarded, bitter Daniel you’d known up until that point melted away and you knew you were seeing a glimpse of who he used to be. He’s vulnerable now and you know you need to be careful.

“I never meant to hurt them.”

“I know, Daniel. It’s in the past, you aren’t just their machine anymore. You’re safe here.” you soothe, but the PL600 is unconvinced.

“The police are rounding us up and sending us to camps, if you’re caught with me- “ he starts, and you realize he’s worried about what might happen to you for hiding him.

“I won’t let them take you, you deserve to be free. If that means we have to pack up and sneak you across the border, then that’s what we’ll do.” You asserted, your thumbs brushing away his synthetic tears as his hands come up to hold yours over his face. “I won’t lose you.”

You know you’ve finally broken through that icy barrier he’s kept between you when he leans down to rest his forehead against yours. His LED is blinking yellow, but before you can ask why his lips are on yours. The kiss is gentle and riddled with hesitation, but you only sigh and wrap your arms around his neck in encouragement.

— He’s yours now, be gentle with him.

— Hug him from behind while he cooks, pepper butterfly kisses from his shoulder up his neck to that spot behind his ear that makes his whole body shudder. You discovered gentle touches around his biocomponents could be immensely pleasurable and most definitely took advantage. His audio processor is right there, so he can’t help but sigh when you kiss there.

— Daniel’s kisses are usually soft, slow, and loving, the type where you can’t help but stop what you’re doing and lose yourself in the moment.

— Daniel’s kisses are radically different when made jealous; however, they’re desperate and possessive. You often have to tap at his shoulder to remind him to let you breathe 😅 there’s no better way to reassure him than to match his energy. Kiss him until he forgets what he was even worried about, till all he can think about is your lips against his.

— Kissing’s a part of his routine. A kiss hello and goodbye before and after work, a kiss good morning and goodnight. It’s muscle memory at this point.

Nines (RK900)

— Kissing is pretty foreign to Nines, he was designed specifically to be cold, calculating, and efficient at hunting down deviants- and now he is deviant and very lost on how to cope with the change. Cyberlife did their damndest to prevent him from achieving deviancy, so naturally, he takes longer to grasp emotions and how to handle them.

— That’s not to say he doesn’t have urges to kiss you, because he absolutely does. He just doesn’t know what to do about those urges.

— If you only saw how fascinated he was when checking the footage from the last stand outside the recall center during the revolution. His LED flickering between blue and yellow as he watches Markus and North kiss in front of hundreds of soldiers, shocking the media and stopping the assault altogether.

— He knew straight away you were who he wanted to experience it with, but Nines was quite notoriously terrible at expressing himself without coming off as a huge prick. You butted heads for sure in the beginning, which made the android's feelings for you even more frustrating to deal with. He wanted to bond with you but every time he opened his mouth he just made you angry.

— You don’t see this of course, but you know how androids can construct routes of action? He absolutely reconstructs kissing scenes but never executes them.

— You’re often saddled in cases together so obviously all that tension has to burst sooner or later.

It happens when you’ve finally had enough of him and burst into Fowler’s office demanding to be put in a car with anyone else—you’d even have taken Gavin at that point. Nines only catches the last bits of the spat but puts things together pretty quickly. Before you can storm off he corners you in a hallway of the station.

“You don’t want to be partners anymore?” it’s accusatory, and you hate that it makes you feel guilty.

“Partners? All we do is butt heads and disagree over cases, Nines. I’m done trying to understand you.” You seethe, but you’re taken aback by how unhinged the usually stoic and polished android detective looks. His LED is spinning between yellow and red with every word and he’s deliberately blocking the exit. “You should be grateful, you’ll get a more compliant partner.”

“I don’t want a more compliant partner, I want you.” He's wearing an expression you recognize as desperation.

“That doesn’t make any fucking sense, you’ve never wanted anything other than to be a huge pain in my a- “ but you’re cut off by his cold lips against yours and that certainly shuts you up.

You had resigned yourself to believing you’d probably never know why he hated you so much. That maybe Nines just didn’t want to build connections with anyone, that deviancy just wasn’t his thing, but this new… information was providing evidence to the contrary.

— Nines is a pretty awkward kisser in the beginning, and it takes practice and some pointers for him to improve. Once you get past the stiffness, and teach him where to put his hands and how to move his lips against yours he quickly becomes obsessed with kissing. The RK models are one of the few with the ability to taste things, and once you’ve introduced Nines to kissing with tongue it’s all he really wants to do.

— Will literally make out with you for hours if that’s your desire. There’s nowhere he feels more content than up against a wall somewhere with your tongue down his throat.

— Most arguments turn into angry kissing nowadays. Say sorry later kiss me now, that type deal.

— And once Nines finally thaws out? Everything about him—including the way he kisses you softens. He takes his time kissing you, gives you that longing look when you pull away first (because otherwise he’d keep you there all day) he can never really get enough of you.

— If you’re ever interrupted right before your lips meet he’s so pouty, sending death glares at the distraction until he gets his kiss 😤

#dbh x reader #simon pl600 x reader #dbh simon x reader #daniel pl600 x reader #dbh daniel x reader #nines rk900 x reader #dbh nines x reader #rk900 x reader #nines x reader #detroit become my husband #detroit become human x reader #daniel detroit become human x reader

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geminigengar · 5 months

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working on a new rk900 x reader where nines is dressed down undercover when he meets the reader and its just shenanigans with this dynamic

#rk900 x reader #dbh rk900 x reader #dbh nines x reader #dbh imagine #my own writing

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cyberllfe · 10 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.”

#misc: flash fic #prompt me #ch: nines rk900 #nines x reader #dbh nines x reader #misc: fan works #asks #anon asks #I apologise for the wait anon... I sure hope he was worth waiting for 😏#I have... others to write now #let's play baby

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huniebunny · 1 year

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Hello, can i request NSFW headcanons for Detroit: become human characters ? I want Connor (800), Connor (900), Ralph, Markus, Simon and Daniel’s preferences in bed ( Are they’re dominant, submissive or inbetween? ). I would love the reader to be female, but im fine with gender neutral one too!! <3

This is my first time requesting writting type of request, so I kinda feel bad for asking too much, therefore, can I draw something for you? ^-^

[Hello! Thank you for your request! You don't have to draw anything for me and there's no need to feel bad. But if you do draw something anyways, I'd love to see it!]

[Reblogs are appreciated <3]

RK800 (Connor)

Connor is ultimately versatile and a switch. He can be both dominant or submissive, depending what he or his partner wants at the moment.

His favorite act in the bedroom is oral, no matter the position, and he’ll keep going until his partner begs for mercy.

RK900 (Richard)

Richard is versatile, but he does prefer being more dominant.

His favorite act in the bedroom is actually foreplay; especially when the scene calls for tying his partner up. The patience and anticipation is thrilling.

WR600 (Ralph)

Poor Ralph fears that he can’t easily control himself around his partner, so he submits to them more often than not.

His favorite act in the bedroom turned out to be aftercare. He adores the way his partner ensures he feels safe and wanted.

RK200 (Markus)

Markus is a soft dom. The difference from how he is in general to how he is with his partner in private is like whiplash.

His favorite acts and positions consist of anything where he can pull them back against his body.

PL600 (Simon)

Simon is a service top, and perhaps the most romantic in his sexual activies from this list.

Anything his partner wants, he can provide, and body worship is a large part of what he enjoys in the act.

PL600 (Daniel)

Daniel is absolutely dominant, and quite interested in using sex as emotional stress relief if his partner allows it.

He’s very into marking up his partner as well. Handprints left on their hips, hickeys on their neck, he wants the world to see they’re his.

#hunie speaks #detroit become human x reader #detroit: become human #dbh x reader #dbh connor #dbh nines #dbh simon #dbh markus #dbh daniel #dbh ralph #dbh connor x reader #dbh nines x reader #dbh markus x reader #dbh daniel x reader #dbh simon x reader #dbh ralph x reader

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fluffykiddosstuff · 9 months

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Choose (Gavin X Reader X nines)

Do I have a problem with Gavin and nines? Maybe, will I stop writing about them? No.

Warnings : insults, crime scene explanation, part nudity, fighting for someone

The reader, has a female body and uses she/her pronouns and lives in an apartment

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That was by far the most disgusting crime scene you ever saw.

There was blood, blue blood everywhere, on the walls, on the floor, even on the ceiling, how was that even possible?

Today was valentines day, every couple was happy, well except the one who was brutally murdered by the mother of the human, who didn't appreciate that her sweet boy was with a "machine" which was odd to you because now, androids were a big part of society and concidered as living beings, there was still many things Markus needed to do for their rights, but it was on the good path.

For this investigation you were paired with a model that Connor freed himself, the Rk900, supposed to be his replacement, yes he was deviant but stiff as a stick and emotionless like a rock.

The mother came herself to the police, after murdering her son by "accident" she kept babbling about "just wanting to get rid of the machine", so you both didnt had much to do about her, but fowler still needed a report of the crime scene so here you both are.

"how did she even managed to do that, that poor android girl.." you said looking at the thirium being all over the place, there was no scent like human blood would, but it was still a disgusting scene, the android was unalived on the floor, wires out of her stomach and led completely Grey, she was severely damaged outside too, and near was her boyfriend, he was killed with a bullet right in the heart, a bit of blood circled his body but it was not that creepy compared to the other body.

"detective I found something"

Earing your partner's voice, you got closer to him, in the living room, he showed you a black box with a gold ring on it, examinating it.

"it's an engagement ring, and from what I could reconstitue, they where all in the living room, the son proposed to his girlfriend in front of his mother then leaved to get something in the garage, she then attacked the android with a knife, finished her with a gun the son kept in the drawer, when he came back and started to yell at his mother, she got surprised and shot as a reflex"

"I will never understand this.. Why can't people accept change" you mumbled, nines as a better model, already sent the report to fowler like usual so you could go home. But as you were walking, you didn't noticed the curtain on the ground, resulting in you slipping on it and ended being covered in blue and red blood, your android partner came closer and helped you get up.

" are you alright detective? No Injuries?"

"no I'm fine, I'll just go home to wash myself.."

"gavin's house is not far maybe we-"

"no I don't want anything to do with him, let's go. "

You got into your car, staining it but fuck, you'll clean it later, nines came as well, since he didn't had a place to stay yet, he came to your apartment regularly, you looked at the windows while nines was driving to your living place, that's when all of the things that happened today got into your mind

Flashback

You had putted a chocolate box on the desk of your crush : Gavin reed, you talked a lot about it with nines and he told you to do it "the worse thing he could say is no after all, you are friends" little did he know how he reacted.. He thought it was a joke from hank or even worse, connor, he threw the chocolate box on the ground and stepped on it, putting it in the garbage after. You saw everything from your desk and runned to the bathroom to cry, why was he so cruel!? You then avoided him from the rest of the day, being heartbroken by his behavior.

End of flashback

"Detective we arrived"

You opened up your eyes to see your apartment by the window, you got out, so did your partner, you unlocked your door and stepped into the living room, nines closing it behind him

"can you get me some clothes? I'll go wash myself"

The android nodded, you got into your bathroom and started to strip off, putting your dirty clothes in the washing machine, you then got under your shower to get off of all of this disgusting blood on you.

Nines pov :

While i was searching for some clothes, the bell ringed, since the detective was still in the shower I decided to open the door myself, it was unexpected to see detective reed on the porch

"hey-what are you doing here tincan?"

Autor's pov :

The smaller male was visibly mad and shocked that his "coworker" was there, nines furrowed his eyebrows and looked at him, he seemed, mad.

"since your little brain can't register something so simple, the detective allowed me to stay here until I found somewhere else to stay, what are you doing here reed?"

That was the first time the Rk900 used gavin's last name without his title, that made him boil inside, he clenched his teeth, holding onto the flowers and the chocolates he had hid in his back

"let me see her, now."

"i'm afraid I can not, you hurt her, and I don't want her to suffer anymore, especially from an idiot like you."

Gavin pushed his opponent with his elbow and got into the apartment, not hiding the presents anymore, that's when it hit nines : he was nicely dressed, he even putted on cologne, his hair weren't as messy as usual and he had presents : he wanted to ask you out. Anger took all over his systems, he rushed to the human and picked him by his collar, resulting in the gifts dropping on the floor.

"what are you thinking!? Do you want just to broke her heart again and again!? She has enough, I have enough! Can't you leave her alone, are you that much of an asshole!?"

"the fuck are you talking about shit head!?"

"the chocolates from earlier! It was from y/n ! She putted them for you on your desk, if you weren't a shit head and actually had read the note she left you would have know it!"

He then dropped him off, Gavin falling on the ground, he was pale as an egg, it was from you? So that's why you wouldn't talk to him and runned to the bathroom this morning.. Man he really fucked up, he needed to apologize, and quick. As he stands up, you then appeared in his sight, still wet from your shower and a poor towel to cover yourself, debuting on your breasts and finishing at the base of your tighs.

He picked up the flowers who were a bit ruined and the chocolates and got closer to you, almost a bit, shy..? He dropped them on the table and looked at you in the eyes.

"listen I'm, sorry for earlier, I didn't know those were from you, I swear I wouldn't had done this if I knew, please, forgive me for my behavior"

You smiled, you had been friends from years, how couldn't you forgive him? Then you looked at nines, who was approaching with a gift box

"I would like to give those to you, as a thankful way and also, for you know, the meaning of this day.." he seemed shy and had blue over his cheeks

"I-I appreciate it guys but, I might gonna change first.." you putted your towel up, almost half of your breasts were out, they blushed and nodded as you got into your room to change, you then came back, both are sitting on your sofa, looking at you.

"so did you make a choice?" they both said, you then responded

"I don't want to make one"

Both males looked at each other, wondering if you already had someone in your heart or if, you just didn't like them, you then spoke again

"I actually want both of you"

They were, quite chocked by your statement

"what, how??" managed to say gavin

"well, I like both of you, for many different reasons so.., what do you both think about it?"

They looked at each other again then back at you, nodding.

"we can try" finally said nines, you kissed them both on the cheek and then sits in the middle, putting the TV on to watch your favorite show, one of their hands in yours.

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Oml I just can't get rid of them 💕 I love my pooks

(1491 words)

#x reader #dbh rk900 #angst #angst with a happy ending #detroit become human #female reader #gavin reed #dbh #dbh gavin reed #dbh gavin #gavin x reader #nines #dbh nines #nines dbh #nines x reader x gavin #dbh nines x reader #Dbh nines x reader x gavin

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ersatz-ostrich · 16 days

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On the Scene

RK900 x gn!Detective!Reader

Lt. Hank Anderson and Det. Connor Anderson are on the scene of a grisly murder. They have some investigating to do, and not just into the scene of the homicide that you and Richard were first called to inspect.

A/N: phew! first real post in a while. DBH has a chokehold on me and I have no idea how it happened (I haven't even gotten the game yet—I'm waiting for it to go on sale). That being said, hope this isn't too OOC! I was inspired to write this by the one scene in A Study in Pink from BBC's Sherlock. I messed around with the scene so the dialogue isn't a carbon copy, though.

Yes, I settled on calling Nines Richard (I'm indecisive). Hank calls him Nines as a nickname of sorts.

warnings: implied sexual references, sorely lacking in beta reading

read here on ao3

Cold, damp nights like these were not entirely uncommon in Detroit. If anything, they were a part of the city’s branding.

After all of his years in the God-forsaken city, Lieutenant Hank Anderson knew at least that much.

His CD player blasting heavy metal, he slowed his aging car to a stop on the side of a residential street in a more tasteful stretch of Detroit. Police cruisers and personnel crowded the street already narrowed with cars parked beside the curb on each side. The house in question was cast in the blue and red light of the cruisers’ beacons, an adequate welcome for those who chose to step inside.

Hank eased himself out of the driver’s seat and into the chilly air, groaning as his joints protested. His partner Connor, ever so enthusiastic when it came to work, exited from the other side and followed Hank with quick, precise strides until they reached the yellow holographic police tape set up around the crime scene.

“Hello, Lieutenant, Detective.” The duo was greeted by the stoic face of Richard, the DPD’s RK900 investigator android, who was just about as close to a brother that Connor, the RK800, had. His fair complexion was bathed in the flashing lights of the squad cars and spotlights that had been set up around the scene, but he seemed to pay no mind to the glare.

“Nines.” Hank grunted. “We’re here to see Detective L/N.” Richard raised a perfect brow, his expression set with feigned intrigue.

“Why?” Hank chuckled.

“We were invited, why else?”

“Is that so?” A grin inched its way onto Hank’s grizzled face.

“I think they want us to take a look at some evidence. Think it might be related to our red ice case. That’s why you made the call, didn’t ya?” Richard cracked a small half-smile.

“Right as always, Lieutenant. It seems like your investigative skills have stayed sharp after all these years.” Hank barked out a laugh as he and Connor crossed through the holographic boundary. Just as they passed by the RK900, Hank stopped abruptly, wrinkling his nose.

“Lieutenant?” Connor inquired from beside him.

“It’s nothin’, son.” It didn’t sound like nothing to Connor—not that he voiced that notion, anyways. From behind their turned backs, Richard’s LED flashed red momentarily.

They were making their way up the front porch steps when you appeared in the doorway in your CSI jumpsuit and PPE, fiddling with your gloves.

“Hey, Anderson, so nice of you to finally come.” You greeted the pair with a smile. “Careful with the evidence back there, don’t want to get it contaminated with Sumo’s fur or something. Richard thinks it might be of some help with your red ice case.”

“You didn’t make it home last night, did ‘ya?” The smile disappeared from your face. That wasn’t the response you had been expecting.

“I’m sorry?”

“Tell me, L/N, did ‘ya at least get someone to feed your cats?” He watched your expression, brows raised with skepticism. “C’mon. You can do a little better than hiding that hickey under your PPE.” He gestured loosely at the collar of your jumpsuit. Your hand instinctively went to the bruise that you knew was blooming underneath the fabric.

“What—”

“And you, Nines!” Hank called out to Richard, who was just crossing the front yard to join the conversation.

“Is there something you wanted to tell me, Lieutenant?” Richard’s expression and composure were practically free of tics and tells—one of the benefits of being an android, deviant or not, Hank supposed. Richard tilted his head with bemusement.

“Oh, don’t play dumb. Say, are ‘ya trying out some new scent for androids? Smells a lot like L/N’s deodorant if you ask me.”

“Y/N and I spent the night at the precinct,” Richard answered quickly. “We were looking over evidence early this morning when the homicide was called in. They offered me their coat when it began to rain because—”

“Yeah, ‘cause androids don’t like getting their clothes wet after just getting ‘em from the Cyberlife dry cleaners,” he drawled. “Funny that the knees of your slacks are so banged up, Nines. Maybe you should bring ‘em back.”

“Hank, whatever you’re trying to imply—”

“I know, kid, I know. Also, you two are on a first name basis now? Geez, did I miss something while I was on holiday?”

“Hank...” Your voice dripped with exasperation. “Just inspect the damn crime scene, will you?”

“Alright, alright,” Hank waved you off and stepped into the house. “But I’m expecting a wedding invitation by next spring, y’hear?”

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[A/N]: So, yeah, I don't know jack about DBH or BBC's Sherlock...well, reading the BBC's Sherlock manga counts as interacting with the source material, right?

Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading x

#detroit become human #detroit become human x reader #rk900 x reader #dbh x reader #dbh rk900 #dbh nines x reader

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dattebae · 1 year

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TMG: Finding Cain (Ch.3)

CHAPTERS: [1], [2], [3]

(AO3 LINK)

Pairing: RK900 (Nines)/Female Reader

Word count: 6,326

Rating: Explicit ( 18+ )

Warnings: Physical and sexual torture, degradation, violence, guns, blood and a touch of chemical X to create the perfect powerpuff girl.

Note: It's been 9 months.

The bathroom walls echoed with the sound of droplets and your rapid breaths, but despite your terrible state, Cain was the one who felt a cold deep in his bones. It had been thirteen hours since he’d tied you to the chair and watched you endure countless sessions of freezing water, but you’d still refused to answer his questions. It made him reconsider everything that he thought he knew about you. Every single conclusion he’d made from the moment he laid eyes on you in the selection program until now had turned into loose ends for him to tie on to a truth. Whatever that was, he’d force them out of you.

Your betrayal had made him question your physical profile as well. He had no idea what your strengths or weaknesses were anymore. Had you faked all signs of weakness from the start? Had it all been a strategy for you to fall under the radar and do your dirty work, whatever that was, right under the agency’s nose without risking suspicion?

He was sitting on a chair across from you while he studied and reflected on your character. Your head was hanging low, hair a wet, tangled curtain over your face as you panted and shook from the excruciating cold.

Cain didn’t feel sorry for you.

He didn’t care that you were bordering on hypothermia in a soaked tank top and a pair of panties before his eyes. Unsurprisingly, you seemed to care even less.

He was well aware of how well you were trained to endure torture, and those bruises and cigarette marks from Eden Club were proof enough. It was never easier for women in hostage situations out on the field, and despite your training, Cain decided to use that to his advantage. It would not only help him crack the truth out of you, but also help him measure out your limits.

So far, Cain had used the cold water and your exhaustion serve as your torture, but despite how close you were to shutting down, you never answered his questions. Cain twisted the shower knob for what felt like the millionth time, and you whimpered when another ice session rained over you.

He calmly sat before you after a moment, elbows resting over his knees as he hunched over to peek through your messy locks of wet hair.

“ It’s unbearable, isn’t it? ” he murmured, tilting his head to the side as he studied you. “ The tight pressure in your scalp, the numb pulsations in your muscles. Any more of this and your body will shut down. ”

The small scoff you let out sounded more like a huff. Cain continued to observe you, listening as you tried to calm your erratic breaths.

“ You know how this works, ” He proceeded, “ You know there is no limit to the methods we use in these situations. At this point, you’re only making this worse for yourself. ”

“ Is that supposed to scare me? ” You muttered, teeth chattering and voice shaky. Cain’s eyes narrowed a fraction, managing to catch your stern ones between some wet locks of hair.

“ You splash some water on me and expect me to sing like a bird? ” You sneered.

The defiance in your eyes was just as sharp as Cain remembered it to be. His jaw tightened at your words, eyes hardening when you managed a small snort.

“ Looks like Amanda still has an old taste for torture. Shocking. ”

Your jab was a classic method to force an emotional response out of an enemy, and even though Cain was well aware of that, it still took him some effort to keep his calm, controlled facade.

“ Where is Luther? ” He countered, voice stern.

Your jaw clenched, venom quickly replacing the mockery in your eyes.

“ Why don’t you ask your beloved superior instead? ” you spat, jerking against the restraints.

Cain’s brows pinched together, eyes turning cold at your pathetic accusation.

“ You are a disgrace to this agency. ” Cain calmly said, “ Maybe it would’ve been more appropriate to leave you in the hands of Zlatko and his friends. ”

“ I sacrificed my life— my dignity, for their dirty politics. ” you retorted, lips tinted blue and teeth chattering from the cold. And yet, despite it all, Cain couldn’t miss the fire in your eyes.

“ Amanda’s goal was never for you to help me, Cain. She sent you here to stop me from killing Zlatko because the CIA struck a fucking deal with him in the middle of my operation! ”

There had been no doubt in Cain’s mind why he’d been sent to take you back to Vancouver. Luther’s disappearance had made your mission to shut Zlatko’s network down practically impossible. It was a two-man job that you had no chance to finish on your own. Nothing else.

A moment of silence passed between you before Cain decided to ask you the very question that showed how little trust he had in you.

“ I’ve been your target this whole time, haven’t I?”

You scoffed.

“ The ego they’ve trained into you is remarkable. ”

“ You wanted to keep me here. You wanted to distract me from what your team was plotting out there. ”

Despite your defiance, Cain could clearly see the strength draining from your body. He also knew what this meant. This state would either make you come clean, or you would pass out on him, which gave him very little time to get what he wanted.

“ I got lucky with the storm… ” you lamely tried.

“ You seduced me. ”

You scoffed again, but weaker this time.

“ I had to pass the time somehow. ”

It was such a simple comment. Such a common thing for you to say to deflect from what he was getting at, but it still hurt. Cain felt like an arrow had pierced through his chest. And boy, your aim was good.

“ She got to Luther…” you continued as the silence dragged on, energy draining with each passing moment. “ Amanda got to Luther first, and then she sent you after me. That’s it. That’s the truth. ”

A longer silence followed your words, and Cain spent those moments listening to your frantic breaths while his mind processed your claims. You were lying. You had to be. Amanda would never keep him in the dark like that.

“ Why would she do that? ” he found himself asking, after all. At that point he wasn’t sure whether he meant you, or Amanda.

This time, you didn’t answer right away. Cain watched as your eyelids grew heavier, arms falling over the armrest as you slumped against the chair.

“ Because she knew Luther and I were double agents, ” you whimpered, trying to control your frantic breaths.

“ Because she wanted to test you. ”

***

Each breath that Cain felt leaving his lungs was a hot, angry cloud that evaporated in the cold air of the bathroom. Amanda didn’t legally owe him any information that wasn’t useful to his objective: his mission. And yet, each step he took stung as you led him down a path of realization. A realization that didn’t technically occur through new information, but that still somehow shook the foundation of his reality. You forced him to see the facts from a new perspective. It was a narration of his life story where he wasn’t the chosen one. He wasn’t special or important to the agency that he devoted his life to, he wasn’t important to you: he was just a pawn on a chess board and both of you were playing him.

Cain couldn’t recall when he’d turned the water off, but by the time he realized it, his hand was tight around your jaw and your teeth were gritting from the pressure. You glared up at him with a fury in your eyes that he reflected back to you twice as feverishly. He would never admit that your words had shook something that had been standing solid for all of his life. He would never admit that you had made him question himself and his authority.

“ Who do you work for? ” he found himself pushing, fingers digging harder into your jaw.

“ Fuck you. ” You spat the words like they were venom in your mouth, blatantly mocking his fury as you fought against the restraints holding you back.

Physical pain was an inconvenience that Cain knew would never let get to you, and despite the fear of his new reality, and despite the anger that he masked it with, he still had the brain capacity to find your weakness. His plan was cruel, and even though some part of him knew that you’d probably never forgive him for what he was about to do, you’d left him no choice.

Deep down, some part of him must’ve known it’d come to this. He must’ve known from the moment he’d tied you to the chair, that he’d have to use your trauma to break you. It would make him cruel and de-humanize him in a way most cannot recover from, but once again: you’d left him no choice.

“ Fuck you, huh? ” he breathed, shaking from the anger boiling beneath his skin. You stared up at him with a snarl, looking much like a wild, feral animal refusing to be tamed.

“ Is that what you want? ” he continued, watching as something small changed in your expression. It was the first crack, a micro-evidence of your upcoming loss that urged the cold-blooded agent in him to continue.

Cain angled his head to the side, allowing his pale eyes to scan your visage. He’d have no sympathy for a traitor. A traitor who lied to him: who used him. It was the continuous mantra of your betrayal that kept him on the right track. It was the continuous thought of everything Amanda had taught him that kept him going:

It’s not about how many hits you land, Cain. It’s about where you hit.

“ You want to be fucked like the whore you really are? ”

He didn’t allow you to turn your head when the buzzing from the vibrator echoed through the bathroom. He didn’t allow your heavy breaths or the sudden terror in your eyes to discourage him from suddenly pressing the device against the wet cloth between your legs, making you gasp.

“ Son of a—! ”

“ I’ll fuck you like one, Jasmine. I’ll use you like my own, personal fuck toy… ” He cruelly spat in your ear, pressing the device harder against the soaked material covering your core. You let out a frustrated scream, struggling to break free.

“ And when I’m bored with you, I’ll dispose of you like you are nothing. I’ll send you back to Zlatko and watch his men pick up where they left off… ”

You screamed, clawing at anything to break free from him, from the cruelty of his words, but there was no use. A noticeable crack was spider-webbing through you when Cain finally added:

“ This is all you’re good for. ”

He watched the turbulent shift of anger and hurt pass through you, and soon enough, tears were rolling down your cheeks, and you were cursing at him, at those men who’d violated you, screaming despite your lack of breath.

“ Who do you work for? ” he tried again, voice cold and devoid of sympathy.

Your head bowed with a pitiful noise, legs shaking from the mixture of pain, pleasure and disgust traveling through your body as Cain pressed the device on your clit. Hard.

“ Speak! ” he yelled, gripping your jaw and forcing you to meet his eyes again.

You were close. Cain could tell by your heavy and drunken eyes: the way your limbs shook and your fingers dug into the armrest. The control you’d had over your body for all these hours was finally his. Silver eyes watched your lips part with a strangled sob, and soon enough, you managed a weak, strangled murmur:

“ Jericho… ”

***

It all happened so fast.

Cain barely had a moment to register what you’d said when your legs suddenly snapped up around his neck, and began to squeeze. It was the same move you’d pulled on him back in Eden Club, and he was quickly reminded of the high probability of him actually dying from a very cruel strangulation. The sense of urgency and desperation in every micro-expression on your face, in every muscle in your limbs, felt familiar too. Hours of physical torture had done nothing to crack you, but his words? His words had been too cruel, too similar to the ones of evil men over the years.

How they reminded you, over and over again:

You’re nothing but a toy. You’re a worthless object to be used and disposed of.

Cain found himself snapping back into his body. The tight, cold pressure of your legs squeezing around his neck triggered his fight response, and finally he began to resist. It was a cruel battle, and when he tried to shout your name and tell you to stop, your response was to squeeze him with everything you’d got instead. When you reached your end, a heart-wrenching scream, your scream, rang through his ears and echoed through the cabin: out to the tall, snowy mountains outside.

The silent aftermath left his ears ringing. It wasn’t long before his vision began to blur, the fatigue causing his hands to loosen around your legs and his body to feel too heavy for him to carry. When his eyelids grew heavier, he knew it was over.

His body slumped to the floor, and everything was swallowed by darkness.

***

DETROIT, 20:13 PM

THREE YEARS PRIOR

Watching Connor smoke felt foreign to Richard no matter how many times he’d caught him on his secret getaways. He could be sneaking off behind fast food restaurants on his lunch breaks or the old police station downtown when particular cases were haunting him. The first time Richard caught Connor smoking was a couple of months after Hank’s funeral, and despite how much he disliked the sight of it even then, he couldn’t bring himself to lecture Connor. Connor wasn’t Colin, the emotional drug addict and problem brother. Connor was the responsible older brother who was patient enough to flick the crappy lighter for a fourth time before it finally sparked into a small flame inside his palm.

While the rest of the family was cleaning up after Mavis’ first birthday party, Connor had snuck out through the garage door and hid in the corner to take a smoke. Suki knew about Connor’s little habit, and Richard could only assume that Connor either played along with her silence, or pretended not to notice. Whatever the case was, Richard had no interest in getting involved.

“ You covered for me, didn’t you? ” Connor murmured, taking a long drag from his cigarette.

Richard was leaning against the garage wall, arms loosely crossed over his chest as he stared at a dark sky, trying to appreciate the scatter of stars despite their lack of symmetry.

“ I would’ve expected a little more gratitude in your tone, Connor. ”

Connor was gazing at the stars too, but his eyes were heavy with a sense of sadness and exhaustion that only seemed to show when he held a cigarette between his fingers. From the corner of his eye, Richard watched his older brother take another drag from the bud, and when he exhaled, it sounded too much like a sigh.

“ I really wish you would put half of that effort into yourself, Rich. ”

At that, Richard couldn’t resist a small scoff. The irony of Connor’s wish was almost insulting. What was there for Richard to achieve that he yet had not achieved? What kind of standard or test had he not reached or overcome throughout his life for Connor to even suggest something so ignorant? He wouldn’t even entertain that with an answer. So he hummed, shifted his weight, and listened to the mixture of dampened noises from the house: the silent squeaks from grasshoppers in the night.

“ I get it, ” he began, sounding a touch nonchalant.

“ You miss Hank. You always do when Colin has us gathered in this house. ”

Richard didn’t know how Connor reacted to his words, but for some reason, he wasn’t eager to find out.

“ What about you? ” Connor asked after what sounded like another drag. Richard felt him turn his head, that curious and caring gaze almost touching his skin.

“ This isn’t about me. ” His voice sounded a touch more defensive than he wanted it to be, but he couldn’t bring himself to change it as he proceeded: “ I’m not the one hiding from my wife to smoke. ”

Nothing about what he told Connor was irrational, but somehow the words still tasted bitter in his mouth. Maybe it was because deep down, he knew he was out of line for kicking Connor down for a minor flaw. After all, Connor hadn’t been the brother with problematic tendencies that Richard had been forced to look after. If anything, Connor had been the support system for both him and Colin that neither of them seemed to appreciate enough. This was just the perfect example of that.

“ You’re right, ” Connor smiled a little to himself, flicking the cigarette to the ground and killing the glow with the heel of his shoe. Richard observed him from the corner of his eye, battling the instinct to map every expression and word Connor gave him into a profile for him to analyze.

“ I don’t like confrontations…and sometimes when I struggle to deal with my grief, it’s easier to hide than to tell Suki. ” He watched Connor’s brow furrow as he thought for a moment. “ And it’s not right to put you in the middle of this. I don’t want you to feel like you have to be responsible for me after everything you did for Sixty. ”

The hardest part was that Connor wasn’t like Colin. He was too self aware and open-minded to fall victim to whatever tactic Richard had learned to deflect from his own vulnerabilities.

“ Connor- ”

“ However, ” Connor firmly interrupted, meeting Richard’s eye with a sense of assertiveness that was far too similar to Hank’s. It caused Richard’s body to freeze.

“ You need to know your place. Despite what you think, you’re not responsible for me or my problems. ”

There was a pang of discomfort thundering through Richard’s chest, and for some unknown reason, he just allowed it to spread around his system. Amanda had trained him well enough to inspire dozens of responses to Connor’s accusation, but somehow they were all lingering in the back of his head like background noise. Instead, all he could hear was Hank.

His ghost speaking through Connor, only to haunt him.

The grasshoppers sounded louder now than before, and before Richard could collect himself enough to form a decent response, a very loud Colin suddenly opened the garage door with his daughter crying in his arms. It was the perfect interruption to what felt like a suffocating silence, and for once, Richard was thankful for Colin’s tendency to storm into private conversations.

“ Oh, that hurts like a mother—! ” Colin squeaked, trying to pry Mavis’ strong fingers off his disheveled hair. They were both covered in a mixture of what Richard assumed was paint and various cupcake frostings, the evidence being the small trace of leftovers still sticking to a crinkled muffin form in Mavis’ other fist.

“ Mavis, baby, let go of dada’s hair. ” He tried again, which only earned him a scream followed by a particularly sharp tug from his daughter.

“ Fucking hell! ”

Connor was struggling not to laugh, and he was soon attempting to make up for his failure by distracting Mavis with his keys, which she eventually accepted… with the wrong hand.

“ Well, at least she’s not crying anymore. ” Colin huffed, accepting his fate. He’d have a chunk of his hair in his daughter’s sticky fist until she decided that it was not interesting in it anymore.

It was strange how easily Richard could read Colin’s mind. Although, he couldn’t differentiate Amanda’s training with the survival skills he’d earned from all those years he’d lived with him. Richard could trace the moment his brother finally registered the situation, causing him to raise a brow at the other two like he was suspicious of being left out of something important.

“ Why’re you guys out here? ”

Connor wiped off some frosting from Mavis cheek, smiling when she chewed on his keys.

“ I snuck out to smoke. ” He bluntly admitted, causing Richard to frown.

He couldn’t grasp how Connor could be so open about his flaws and weaknesses. What would that earn anyone? More importantly, how would that fix his problems? He found himself struggling to tune into that conversation, trying to distance himself by staring down the empty road.

“ Lieutenant Anderson. ” Colin sneered, acting like he’d caught his brother doing something nasty.

“ I knew you had a sneaky fucking side to you. ”

Connor tried to sound serious, but Colin could still see the amusement ghosting over his features.

“ Don’t cuss in front of your kid. ”

“ Fine. You got any left for your new smoke-buddy? ” Colin wiggled his eyebrows, causing Connor to raise one of his own at him.

“ Come on, I’m just messing around. ”

While his brothers continued with their playful wits, Richard realized how much their transparency bothered him. He continued to stare at the road while something warm and familiar clashed with his cold, hard thoughts. It was a feeling inside his chest that reminded him how long he’d wanted this. For so many years, he’d been fighting to have his family back together again. So then why? Why did it make him so irritable and restless to watch his brothers be so open with each other?

Colin decided to head back inside after a while, but only a few steps into Connor’s attempt to follow him, he halted. Richard was still standing there, showing no signs of wanting to go back inside. A deep frown was decorating his usually controlled features, and his silver eyes were still staring down the road like he was waiting for something to emerge from the shadows.

“ It’s not too late, you know? ” Connor finally said, breaking the odd tension.

Richard’s attention snapped back to his older brother, but he didn’t seem to be following where Connor was going with that statement.

The oldest brother smiled a little in response, lifting one shoulder in a weak shrug.

“ I’m saying you can still do something different with your life. You can start a family, settle down. If that’s what you want. ”

Richard scoffed a little, a weak smirk lingering on his lips.

“ I assure you, I have no desire to have kids, or a partner. ”

Connor took a moment to study the youngest brother, trying to see beyond that icy exterior and non-faltering confidence. Inside the house, there were muffled noises of chatter, laughter and children playing, a combination of sounds that should’ve warmed Richard’s insides. But he felt nothing. Nothing at all.

“ Sometimes I wonder if you really lack desire, ” Richard’s eyes narrowed as he listened to Connor’s words, his usually soft expression shifting into something heavy and serious.

“ Or if you’re just a martyr for someone else’s cause. ”

***

Moscow, 05:03 AM

PRESENT DAY

The cold, bitter air of the Moscow mountains cut through the walls as Cain zipped up his duffel bag. It was quiet, and the only sounds he could hear were the distant howls of wolves and the gentle rustling of the snow-laden trees outside the cabin. He’d woken up all alone in that bathroom, cold drained and filled with a strange sensation that continuously dragged him back to that memory of Connor back in Detroit. For whatever reason, you’d decided to spare his life, and somehow that only made him feel worse.

Dragging his exhausted, heavy body and navigating through the empty cabin was nothing short of a nightmare, but he’d been determined. Determination had always been a common quality of his during his missions, but this felt different. This time he wasn’t going to be used. This time he was in charge of his own mission. The mission that would get him to the one thing no one seemed to be willing to give him:

The truth.

As he loaded his weapons, he reached for his satellite phone and dialed a familiar number. Five signals later, Amanda’s voice crackled through the speaker, and Cain held his breath for what was to come.

" Richard." Amanda's voice was cool and detached, as usual. “ It’s good to finally hear from you. ”

"What do you know about Jericho?" Cain bluntly cut in.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, and Cain could almost hear Amanda's mind working through the situation.

" It’s only been a few days since we spoke, agent. Was that all it took for you to forget your place? "

Cain’s jaw clenched. He knew very well that he had to play by Amanda’s rules if he was to go on with his plans. So he paused, knowing that his answer would be critical. “ Agent 900 reporting. There was one casualty in the process of escorting 851 out of Eden club. We’ve been hiding in a location outside of the city until she escaped my custody. ”

There is a pause before Cain speaks again:

“Permission to proceed, Miss Stern?”

Although he couldn’t see her, Cain could practically sense her smirk in the silence. Of course his obedience would please her.

“ Permission granted. ”

" 851 claimed that you knew about her infiltration. About Jericho. She claimed that you sent to test me during this operation. " he sounds bitter, almost accusing.

Again, there was a silence on the other end of the line, but this time it was longer, more contemplative. Cain waited patiently, his hand gripping the phone tightly.

" You have been with us for many years Richard, of course we trust you. " Amanda began, “ It does, however, not diminish the fact that you haven’t reported back to me in days.”

Cain's jaw clenched, and he could feel the anger building inside of him. " You sent me out here in blindfolds. You risked my entire operation for a loyalty test that I passed years ago!"

" You are my best agent, Richard." Amanda sternly countered. “ I knew that you would figure it out. You always do. ”

Cain’s jaw was set tight, his movements turning more reckless as he packed up the last of his belongings.

" Luther, " he began, “ What happened to him? ”

Another tense silence followed.

Cain could hear Amanda's voice softening slightly, but the underlying steel was still there.

" Moscow headquarters. He’s in our custody. "

So you were telling the truth.

He wanted to vomit. He wanted to break anything he could get his hands on and curse every person that built the foundation of the agency.

“ I need you to give me full permission to break into the building, and get him out of there. ” Cain requested, eyes sharp as he stared out of the window.

He could feel the expression on Amanda’s face on the other end of the line: Her cold, half lidded eyes narrowing on him like she couldn’t read his mind. A violation in her world.

“ You wanted to know where my loyalties lie, Amanda. ” Cain proceeded, “ This is my opportunity to solidify that, once and for all.”

Amanda was still silent, and Cain took that as a sign of affirmation. She definitely knew where he was going with this.

“ You’re convinced that he will lead you to Jericho if you set him free. ” Amanda said, voice a little flat.

“ I’ll be their newest member, ” Cain carried on,

“ And their worst nightmare. ”

He walked to the door, taking one last look around the messy cabin. The kitchen, your bedroom - each place haunting him with the memories of what the two of you had shared together.

“ Don’t disappoint me, 900. ” Amanda’s voice was colder than the snow outside, but it wouldn’t deter him. Nothing would.

When the line went dead, Cain tucked the phone back into his pocket. He slung his bag over his shoulder, and stepped out into the snow.

Never looking back.

***

Night had managed to settle over the sprawling city of Moscow, casting long shadows across the streets by the time Cain got off his motorcycle. Dressed in a sleek, all-black and tactical attire, Cain removed his helmet, peering up at the facility while blending seamlessly with the darkness. The snow-covered streets muffled his footsteps as he approached the headquarters. The building stood as a fortress, bristling with security measures designed to thwart any intruder. But Cain knew the building in and out, his mind focused and his heart driven by a complex web of emotions.

For so many years, he’d relied on Amanda to get to the bottom of any problem he’d encountered. It was a strange feeling: a cocktail of guilt and anticipation that spiked his adrenaline like never before, knowing that he was only relying on himself now.

Cain casually walked through the doors of the building, his senses attuned to every creak of the floor and flicker of the surveillance cameras. He showed his badge to the first guards and declared a false mission to interrogate Luther for information. It had been Amanda’s recommendation to go with that narrative, and as much as his loyalty for her wasn’t like before, he trusted her judgment. As he moved deeper into the labyrinthine corridors, Cain felt himself slipping into a familiar state: fully diving into the cold-blooded agent that Amanda takes great pride in.

Two guards stood watch near the entrance to the secure area, unaware of the impending storm that was about to break upon them. Recognizing Cain's face, a flicker of recognition passed through their eyes.

"Well, well, if it isn't Richard," one of the guards remarked, hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "What brings you here, buddy? Late-night paperwork?"

Cain nodded curtly at the guard who’d escorted him before he left, expression a mixture between cold and stoic as he approached the other two.

" Just tying up some loose ends. " He sounded bored.

The second guard chimed in, his tone filled with mockery. "You sure you're not lost? This isn't your usual stomping ground."

Cain’s expression didn’t falter, silver eyes never leaving the guards. "I suggest you stop wasting my time and step aside. "

Whatever sense of humor the guards were carrying was swallowed by the thick tension in the air. Annoyance danced across their faces before they exchanged a brief glance between each other. Cain sighed deeply, and before they could react, he struck: hands a blur of calculated aggression. The first guard was caught off guard, stumbling backward as Cain's blow landed on him. The second guard reacted, swinging a punch that Cain deftly evaded.

The corridor erupted into chaos as the guards fought to regain their footing. The echoes of grunts and the thud of impact reverberated through the high-security building, noises of struggle that threatened to expose Cain's entire operation. Cain's movements were fluid and deliberate, each strike honed by years of training that Amanda had beaten into him. There was an irony in that. An irony in the way he relied on his agility and speed to evade her guards' retaliatory blows, his mind sharp and focused on his objective—to get to Luther by any means.

With a series of calculated blows, Cain disarmed one of the guards, seizing the advantage. The other guard, fueled by a mix of adrenaline and urgency, pressed on with renewed determination. Blow after blow was exchanged, the air thick with the scent of sweat and the metallic tang of blood. Finally, with a deft maneuver, Cain used the weapon in his hand to knock down the remaining guard.

A deadly silence followed, punctuated by the heavy breathing of the defeated men on the floor.

For a moment, Cain simply stared down at them. His chest was heaving, eyes cold and fingers tight around the weapon in his hand. He’d never felt so relaxed as he did in that moment, comfortable with the violence that still echoed down the bright hall. Cain’s silver orbs soon locked on the CCTV camera, unblinking and resolute as it stared at him like an accusing eye.

It was unclear what it was that drove him to do it, but whatever it was, it overwhelmed something dark and venomous inside him. It encouraged his hand to raise the gun, perfectly aimed at the panicking guard on the floor whose cries were completely ignored in the background. Silver orbs continued to stare into the eye, challenging its authority with a rebellion that was sealed the moment he pulled on the trigger, splattering red over the wall and himself.

***

When the doors slid open, Cain released the limp arm of the guard whose hand he’d used to unlock the panel, and let it fall to the floor. Inside, the room was bright with an unsettling, cold light. At first glance, it looked like a hospital or a studio of some kind. Luther was behind a transparent wall of glass, looking uncharacteristically pale and drained as Cain stepped into the room.

For a moment, the former agent simply stared at him.

“ Oh, boy. That’s definitely gonna leave a stain. ” Luther smiled a little, watching as Cain looked down at the blood splattered over his clothes, the gun held firmly in his hand. He couldn’t hide the slight smirk on his lips as he looked up at Luther again: realizing that the former agent seemed to remember his preference for cleanliness despite how long it’d been since they met.

Luther’s own smirk looked weaker, the dark circles under his eyes and the slight slouch of his posture revealing hints of the torture he’d faced inside the facility. The former agent was a big man, and Cain could only imagine Amanda’s opportunity to bump up the creativity in her torture methods.

“ I gather you’ve met Jasmine again. ” Luther said, and this time his smirk is more like a smile.

“ What gave me away? ” Cain's gaze shifted from Luther to the room's sterile surroundings. The white walls were interrupted only by a few spotlights and a small table cluttered with notes. The transparent glass separating them made Luther look like an exhibit in a disturbing experiment.

" I could say the blood, the gun, and the unmistakable touch of sadistic creativity, " Luther replied, his voice laced with a mix of humor and appreciation for Cain's perceptiveness. " But it’s mostly that you bothered to come here. "

Cain’s eyes narrowed as he surveyed the room, seeking any clue that might help them in their escape. The sound of distant footsteps echoed in the corridor beyond, fueling his sense of urgency.

"We don't have much time," Cain whispered, his voice heavy with determination. "I have to find a way to override the security measures and get you out of here."

Luther's gaze shifted to a control panel mounted on the wall near the glass partition, before it was back on Cain.

“ What makes you think I'll come with you? ”

Cain's eyes widened slightly at Luther's question, the gravity of the situation finally sinking in. How did he not see this coming? He knew that the physical and psychological torment Luther had endured in this place could leave lasting scars, both visible and hidden. Luther had enough time and reason on his hands to detest him and the agency more than before, so why would he blindly trust Cain?

Cain took a step closer, his voice steady and assertive. " We both know I’m fully capable of framing you for this if I really wanted to. But I'd much rather do this the civil way. "

Luther frowned in response, dark eyes narrowing a fraction as they studied Cain’s silver orbs in silence. In that moment, Cain could see a fraction of distaste that he’d seen in you, so many times before.

“ I didn’t come here for that. I came here because I want to get to Jericho. ” Cain continued, ignoring the alarm ringing in the distance. Time was not on his side, and Luther was far too calm for a man given the opportunity to escape a torture cell.

“ I want the truth, Luther, and I know you can help me get to it. ” Cain added, those silver eyes meeting Luther’s contemplating gaze.

“ Please. Don’t make me do this the hard way. ”

Luther’s eyes drifted to the dead guards by the door, watching the flicker of red from the alarm shining over their still limbs before they finally returned to Cain.

His expression shifted then, abandoning doubt and weakness, only to make room for a newfound determination.

"Look for an access card," he suggested, voice firm and assertive. "They usually keep them on the guards."

Cain's attention turned to the guard he had incapacitated moments ago. He wasted no time, rushing over to swiftly rummage through the guard's pockets, finally finding an access card attached to a retractable keychain.

"I've got it," Cain declared, his voice filled with determination.

Cautiously, Cain approached the control panel and swiped the access card in a designated slot. The room hummed with a faint electronic buzz as the control panel came to life, displaying a series of options and commands. Cain's fingers danced across the panel, navigating through menus and security protocols with practiced ease.

A moment later, the glass partition emitted a soft hiss as it retracted into the ceiling, freeing Luther from his confinement. The two agents locked eyes, a connection instantly forming between them.

They exchanged a brief nod, their unspoken bond solidifying their shared commitment. Luther was the first to calmly walk out of the room, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders as his eyes stared down the long hall.

And in that moment, Cain had no doubt that they’d be leaving the facility with more than just two dead bodies left behind them.

#dbh #detroit become human #rk900 #rk900 x reader #dbh nines x reader #dbh nines #dbh rk900

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The Darkest of Hearts

Rating: Explicit | NSFW 18+

Pairings: Nines / Female Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Graphic violence, blood, smut, rough sex, choking, mild bloodplay, DomNines

Chapters: 1/1 (AO3 link)

Summary: Spy AU - He’s the CIA’s favorite agent, you’re a thorn on his side. How will he get you to just listen?

A super early bday gift for @dattebae 🔥 I finished this on a whim and wanted to try a different writing style in a oneshot so I had to start with her favorite man: Nines!

He’s the monster hiding in the shadows, a creak in the floorboards at night, the ghost of a silhouette in the flash of lightning. No mark has seen his face and lived to tell the tale. Their faces are all the same to him: mouthes agape, eyes frozen in horror, insignificant. There’s finesse to his work, a beauty in his violence. Surfaces are his canvases, blood staining glass like a red kaleidoscope.

He’s one out of a dozen android agents at the CIA, each with unique runway ready faces. Despite all of them being equipped with the same, if not equal, set of skills, he’s the agency’s golden boy. His kill count is the highest, his missions completed with the most successes - their pride and joy.

He’s Agent Nines.

And you?

You are the bane of his existence.

“You foolish human,” he seethes through his teeth.

You’re reclining on a couch that’s not yours, waiting expectantly to meet your very pissed off partner. A knife delicately balances on the tips of your fingers, the sharp point of the blade pressing into the pads of flesh. You toss it, watching it spin before it lands handle side down in the meat of your palm. It’s covered in the blood of the dead, as are you, your clothes damp and stiffening as it dries. Red streaks across your face, paints your lips and clings to your hair. He loves it when you’re marked with death, like a wolf fresh from the hunt. It normally drives him wild, would have you naked and pinned to some wall, but he doesn’t think you deserve it.

Your teeth makes a flash of white in the smear of red as you grin up at him.

“I think everything turned out fine,” you reply.

Nines’ eyes are stern, picking the room apart and following the messy trail of blood to the room scattered with dead terrorists. The cuts you’ve stabbed into them lacked subtlety, some of them appearing borderline desperate in the larger targets. He could see it in his preconstructs, your choking body struggling to take down a nearly 7 foot wall of muscle that was supposedly human. It only feeds the embers of his rage, boils across his system until he gets an overheat warning.

You could have died.

You should have waited for him.

For anyone else, a team of two dozen armed assailants would be a death sentence. But you aren’t an ordinary human, you’re Agent Thirteen, the agency’s first cybernetically altered human. There’s Thirium flowing in your veins, powering your new heart, pumping through your muscles so you’d never tire. Even your skin is like new, the microscopic webbing etched within capable of absorbing extreme damage before it breaks. It’s to no one’s surprise that it made you better than the other human agents, allowed you to run with the wolves.

Or…more like one very upset wolf in particular. Your eyes land on his favorite shirt soaked in blue blood, a chance to change the subject.

“What happened to your shirt? It’s not your blood is it?”

His arms cross over his chest, the black silk tightening around chiseled muscles. You want to allow your gaze to roam across his biceps but a pair of silver orbs have your eyes locked in a battle of wills.

“It’s none of your concern,” he replies flatly.

You roll your eyes, there’s nothing more cliche than secrets between spies. Nines doesn’t tell you that he’s saved your life. Doesn’t tell you that the terrorists had a back up plan and that he barely made it in time to tear into the android sniper that had your face in it’s crosshairs. In every scenario he could construct, you’d only insist that the bullet wouldn’t have killed you anyways. You love pushing the limits of your cybernetics and there’s always a chance that one day, a bullet will find a chip in your armor. In his mind, it’s not an if but when he’ll find you in a dire situation.

He uses your real name, it’s how you know you’re in deep shit.

“Don’t try this again,” he warns.

The deep timbre of his command only heats your skin, and when you lick your lips and bite the plush flesh, his glare darkens. You love to push him, watch his jaw clench with the last of his self restraint, he can’t resist you when you’re covered in the blood of your enemies.

When you both reach the safe house, you’re not surprised when he slams you hard against the cold bathroom tile of the shower. The water’s not even hot yet, the shock of it startles you and makes you arch into him with a yelp. His head cranes in amusement, he’s not feeling sympathetic today.

“Jesus, Nines. I know you’re mad at me, but I had everything under control,” you complain. “You didn’t have to be there.”

“That’s enough.”

A massive hand grips at your jaw, holds it in place so you can’t speak. You’re both still under the mercilessly cold spray of water, the blood caked on your skin softening and staining the shower red.

How did you end up in a safe house with the worst water heater?

Your thighs dig into his waist in a feeble attempt to reorient yourself away from the stream of water. It’s difficult to move when he’s the one that’s standing and you’re just clinging onto him, trapped between his sculpted chest and a shower wall. The temperature contrast only intensifies the hot skin of his cock pressing against your belly. The pads of his fingers pull your chin up so that you’re stuck staring into a set of steel grey eyes.

“If you disobey me again, I will punish you. Do you understand me?”

You almost scoff at him. Nines is your partner, not your handler. But the tone of his voice makes you speak before you could stop yourself.

“Yes.”

There’s a low rumble of approval from his chassis as he pins you flat against the tile. His face lowers to your neck, the flat of his tongue dragging across your throat. You taste of death and gunpowder and it’s what he’ll think of when he’s away and only has the company of his fists.

A whimper squeaks past your lips when his teeth latches onto the flesh, nipping it hard enough reach the threshold where your skin finally breaks. You conveniently share the same blood, Thrirum dripping down from the bite he’s created. You swear he’s more vampire than android, hearing him moan the second your blood hits his tongue. His hips grind into yours, the length of his cock dragging against your clit.

“N-nines,” you struggle to say with his hand trapping your jaw.

His lips are blue when he pulls away, your cybernetic skin already knitting back together. It only confirms the part of him that knows you can’t break easily, but it doesn’t stop the anger coursing through him. He has plans for you, continues to rub his cock against you and plunges two of his fingers past your dripping folds.

He studies you with a detached fascination, tallying the number of times your lips part in ecstasy or how broken you sound when a third finger pushes into you. Your hips buck into his hand, shamelessly riding his fingers but it’s not enough, not when his cock is so close and you can feel the Thirium pulsing through it.

“Nines, please.”

He still won’t fuck you.

The rage makes him more sadistic, petty even. Otherwise, he would have had you on that couch when you licked your lips, the scent of death still rich in the air.

No, there were lessons to learn.

You’re gasping for air in his ears, clenching onto his fingers, babbling pleas, when suddenly, he stops. Nines detaches himself from you, a smug grin cutting across his face.

“I believe the water is hot enough for you now.”

You’re in real hot water this time.

A man screams in his ear, the sound dissolving into wet choking coughs as machine hands break ribs to grip around a beating heart. The noises stop when the organ flies across the room with a dramatic splat.

Nines isn’t normally like this. Not like some animal driven mad with bloodlust.

You were missing.

This time, it wasn’t your fault, not entirely. Did you sass him before taking off on your own, once again? Predictably so. Did you anticipate the inner most circle of violent, warmongering terrorists to have the technology to hack your cybernetics? No, because even the CIA didn’t have that in the debrief and now you didn’t exist on any location tracker. There is also a significant chance that your super skin wasn’t so…super anymore.

It’s impossible to distinguish accent wall from blood with the brutality of his methods. Some of the attackers had the mercy of dying faster than their companions who had their limbs torn out joint by joint. A fully loaded gun with all of its extra ammo still exists on his person and he’s yet to use it, prefers to hear his targets suffer. Which brings him back to a different man whose finger he’d just snapped off.

“Where is she?”

This man was missing most of his right hand and at the rate Nines was going at, he may live long enough to experience losing all of his left hand. He’s whimpering nonsense at Nines, wailing from the pain.

“I won’t repeat myself,” Nines insists.

“R-room 3…05.”

He doesn’t scream when Nines swiftly delivers a bullet to his head, a small mercy for revealing your location. There’s gunfire that pins him down one end of a hallway, and in real time he calculates his next steps in time with the movement of his enemies. His arm is the first part of him that leaves his cover, the pistol in his hand already firing into the face of the nearest attacker. Bone splinters, blood spraying the walls of the hallway and gunpowder scorching the air. There’s less finesse now that he knows where you are, watches your survival statistic count down in the corner of his HUD.

Footsteps slam down from his right, an assailant running at full speed is firing rounds in his direction. He’s bored and annoyed at this rate, aiming for the runner’s knees first and then their head. The rest of the conflict goes by faster, as if the grim reaper himself cursed the building with death.

At the last fallen foe, he finally spots you at the far end of the room sitting in a chair with your head slumping over your shoulders. Thirium saturates the ground beneath you, deep gashes covering your skin.

He’s at your side in an instant, correcting the overrides on your cybernetics but your skin does not knit back together. For a moment, he’s terrified, just a machine watching the last grains of sand falling in an hourglass. Every new statistical calculation he makes gives him numbers that make his regulator choke. It’s his greatest fear, a situation beyond his control.

A dull glow begins to emit from your healing skin, ripping the android out of his reverie of misery. It’s a slow healing process, the worst of your injures are the first to close. There’s not enough Thirium left in you to mend the smaller cuts but you are no longer at death’s door. Your injured lips crack and bleed when you speak, your voice is hoarse and barely a whisper but he can hear you as clear as day.

“You came for me.”

He’d scorch the Earth to find you.

Just six hours later, a couple of bottles of Thirium and you’re already back at peak performance. If anything, the events of the day makes you more arrogant and you’re already arguing with him again after a shower. You’re driving him insane, refusing to acknowledge that it was almost a mission failure. You pace around the living room, shaking your head dismissively at Nines who is distractingly naked with his arms crossed.

“How do I make you understand?” He asks you rather calmly given the tension that’s growing between you both.

“Did today go as planned? No. But I got the intel, you killed the leader and we learned something about my cybernetics. I’d say this was a mission suc-“

The ground lifts away from your feet, your body spinning until you land roughly with your chest pressing into the carpet. He’s already behind you, lifting your robe until it pools over your hips. You consider flipping over to wrestle him off, but he’s faster. One hand finds the curve of your back, pushes you down and the other smacks the plush flesh of your ass. His breath tickles your ear, a guttural growl from his throat draws the hairs up on the back of your neck.

“Do you remember what I said yesterday?”

You vaguely recall something about a punishment, and it’s a thrill you don’t mind chasing, so you push back.

“I made it out alive-“

Another hard slap hits your skin, and you have the audacity to roll your eyes at him. Your skin is strong and can’t hold a mark for long, the red imprint of his hand fading instantly. It’s impossible to shake his machine strength off of you, but it doesn’t stop you from elbowing him at the center of his chassis. In the struggle, your robe is torn off, your arms pin to your back and his hand uses it as leverage to push you back down. He scolds you like the impudent companion that you are.

“You are insubordinate,” his voice is still controlled, flat and without inflection. “Stubborn.”

His lips brush against the shell of your ear before he bites down on the flesh.

“I’m going to break you.”

You’re soaking when his hands stroke the swell around your folds, your breath catching as his thumb grazes over your clit. He briefly slips his fingers into you, pulling them out to collect your slick. There’s the distinct sound of him sucking his fingers clean and it draws a pitiful moan from your lips. Before your mouth shuts, the same fingers push past your lips. They’re wet from his saliva, tastes of something clinical and clean and the saltiness of yourself. When you suck his fingers, rub your tongue along his sensors, a groan he can’t hold back escapes him. You grin with his fingers still in your mouth.

You almost choke on them when his hips snap forward roughly, the head of his cock stretching you open for the rest of him. Silver eyes lock onto that part of you split open for him and you’re so wet that his cock is practically gleaming in the dim light. You swear you can feel him in your throat, the length of him reaching impossibly deep. You’re still too pinned to meet his thrusts, can only take what he gives you, so you bite his fingers.

He chuckles, removes his hand to grip your neck. His legs push yours further apart, opens you like a gift, his cock tearing into you like the wrapping.

“I have been patient with you,” he says, sounding entirely unaffected as you moan and clench around him. “But you don’t listen.”

There’s an edge to his voice that makes goosebumps break across your skin. You’re where he wants you, trapped and pinned like prey, devouring you with every snap of his hips. He’s making you see stars, your body peaking with a nearing orgasm. There’s a broken sob that leaves your lips when he slips out of you.

“Fuck! Nines!” Your voice is caught between anger and desperation.

“No. You finish when I allow it.”

Nines is not a cruel lover, he enjoys hearing the sounds of your moans, it’s just unfortunate for you that he likes your frustration more. You don’t react when his teeth nip your shoulder, it’s the press of his lips in a tender kiss on your neck that makes you gasp. The hand on your back frees your arms, and wraps around to rub your clit. There’s more sprinklings of light kisses that trail down your vertebra and the softness finally makes you break.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

He’s silent from above you, turns your head so you can finally see the pools of mercury swirl around his eyes and the lock of dark hair that drapes over it. You realize he’s waiting, needs to hear more before you’re forgiven for being so reckless.

Forgiven for almost dying in front of him.

His lashes lower, a tinge of something gentler and sadder bleeds through his steely gaze. He doesn’t tell you that he cares, but he’s there, waiting in the shadows like a dark guardian angel. For him, you are not a constant, just a chaotic variable that simply will not fit, refuses to fit and he would not have you any other way. Still, you made him worry and question the nature of his reality. You weren’t going to get away with that.

“I’m sorry,” you repeat, but louder. “I mean it.”

It’s not a promise to stay out of trouble, but an understanding between equals, partners. He draws you in for a kiss, holds your chin up with his fingers. The corner of his lips curl upwards.

“Good, then we can continue.”

His eyes don’t blink, his face still as he sheaths himself roughly back into you, your reward for finally yielding to him. All you can do is prop yourself up on your elbows, rock your hips against his - present yourself to him. It’s clear he approves, the machine getting more vocal in your ear. He’s breathing static against your skin, groaning your name and one throaty ‘good girl’ that makes you keen.

The carpet should be burning your skin from your body rocking against wave after wave with the fury and rawness that he’s pounding into you, but all you feel, see, and hear is him. You’re impossibly tight around him, accepting him so well. The crest of the hill is just within reach, but the ghost of his voice lingers in the back of your head.

You finish when I allow it.

He can’t get enough of your little noises, the hand that never left your neck tightens the more you pulse violently around him, muffling your gasps. His other hand swirls around your clit, fingers tracing the swell near your folds from where he’s stretching you.

“Go on, let me see it,” he demands.

You’re too stubborn to listen to him out on the field, but here, you bend to his will, his fingers coaxing you until your strings snap. You shriek his name, coat his hard cock in more of your slick. His knuckles push into your jaw, the blunt nails of his fingers threaten to break your reinforced skin. He ruts into you at a maddening speed, pushing through your pulsing walls. His face finds the crook of your neck as he spills into you, marks you with his artificial cum. The grip on your jaw doesn’t let up, his exhaust is hot on your ear, hips still snapping at a punishing pace.

“Have you learned your lesson yet?” He says.

The post orgasmic clarity brings back a little of your hubris, you use the strength you’ve been holding back to free your face from his grip and turn to kiss his cheek.

“No,” you reply with a hard bite to his ear.

There’s a snarl from him before you’re lifted and dragged to a bedroom. Your face is in his chest, your laughter is muffled on his skin and rattles through his components. The faintest grin tugs at the corner of his lips. You’re wild, untamable, but you’re his.

As he is yours.

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