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Author’s Note: Aaaaaaand even more Deltarune trash. Shoutout to @rotten-dan for inspiring me with their Krusie art

Series: Deltarune

Pairing: Kris/Susie

Length: 1890 words

Rating: Safe

What am I supposed to do?

The entire school day was a blur. It only just recently dawned on Susie that she knew jack about relationships. She meandered the halls, asking herself that question over and over, unable to focus on not focusing on her schoolwork.

It wasn’t her fault that the only positive social interaction she had came when she was well into her teen years. It took this long just for her to have a healthy friendship with someone who wasn’t afraid of her or acting to fulfill some humiliating dare (Berdly. How was she to know what to do when faced with something…beyond that?

Susie never saw it coming. Then again, it wasn’t the first time the Dreemurr kid completely blindsided her. She wasn’t sure what to call “getting some hot chocolate at the diner” but every impulse in her brain forced her not to call it a date.

Same for that stroll through the Lake Path.

And that one time over at Kris’s place. Especially that time; no matter how much Ms. Toriel said otherwise.

Still, it didn’t feel right to say that they were only friends. Not that they were at boyfriend/girlfriend status – god no.

Susie racked her brain trying to discern what the two of them were from what they were supposedly meant to be. She had to admit that in certain…aspects, she found Kris to be sorta maybe not not-charming. Something about them screamed unwavering confidence but not to the point of arrogance. Susie liked that about Kris.

It was evident from that shameful display in the Dark World that romance was far from her strongest suit. Then there was Kris, who did what she couldn’t in only one line. And they were so calm about it too. The kid hardly missed a beat, their stoic expression not wavering in the slightest. What did they even say?? How was she supposed to compete with that?

She…didn’t want to drive them away with her lack of experience.

Her musings came to an abrupt end when she ended up at the door of the supply closet. It wasn’t too long ago since both she and Kris had had their little adventure past this door. Since then, every attempt to go back had been met with the same result: an empty unused classroom with bits and pieces reminiscent of the colorful land that either of them was hesitant to disturb.

Susie wondered how Ralsei was doing. That little nerd probably could’ve given her some advice. Not that she really needed any. Just something to set her in the right direction. Then again, maybe not much since he did no better than she did with that pathetic flirting performance.

…

Susie opened the door.

Everything was there. Same as how they left it. The checkerboard, the playing cards, even that worn out stuffed cat over to the side. It all felt so…nostalgic. And yet, still no Dark World portal.

She sighed to herself. Countless thoughts buzzed in her head as she leaned against the doorway, staring at the messy storage room.

That mop-haired human kid certainly wasn’t running through her mind though. The obvious explanation was just that Susie might not mind having the little weirdo following her around at times. Probably because they always offered some snacks from their overstuffed lunchbox that their mother packed for them. Or maybe because they were always down to pull pranks on that Berdly guy – which clearly justified in every sense of the word. Or even because Kris was a genuinely caring person that Susie had clearly needed around her life.

One of those had the right answer. Probably not the last one. Definitely not the last one.

Susie hadn’t been pulling her weight in their not-relationship – or at least, didn’t think she was. Now she was left at the same impasse as before:

“Ugh! What, am I supposed to kiss ‘em or some shit?!”

…

Wait.

The last school bell rang.

Kris was barely given a fraction of a second to process the strange turn of events. They had run into Susie, disheveled and anxious for some reason. They asked her what was wrong, to which she didn’t give much of an answer aside from “Just shaddap and come with me!” topped off with now an inability to do anything but that. Kris hadn’t been able to get another word in before being dragged around the halls like the world’s first human carrying bag.

Susie made a beeline, headed straight for the destination they both knew she was taking them. She counted her blessings that no one caught sight of the tall purple monster toting around the school’s token human student with one arm as they both headed for a dark supply closet. That would’ve been…hard to explain.

As they – or Susie rather – burst through the door, Kris was finally able to feel solid ground beneath their feet again. Their vision was wrapped in a familiar darkness before their surroundings illuminated.

Yep. Still nothing but supply closet stuff.

Kris turned to Susie, looking somewhat dejected yet unsurprised. They remarked that sadly, it seemed as though there will be no Dark Worlding today.

“Forget about all that for a sec,”

Susie attempted to be as casual as she could. Her human companion stared back at her in confusion. That certainly was the last retort they would have expected. Kris joking inquired what she had done with the real Susie. She chuckled lightly, feeling a few knots in her stomach relax a bit.

“Yeah yeah, you know what I mean, smartass.”

Kris made it evidently clear that they really didn’t. In fact, they hadn’t the slightest clue what was happening right now.

Susie cleared her throat anxiously. “Uh…yeah. About that.” Shit. She was passing the point of no return here. “Well, y’see I uhh…kinda wanted to show you…something.” Susie dared herself to inch a bit closer. She never could turn down a dare, especially from herself.

The lump in her throat finally went down as the monster straightened her posture. Her eyes met Kris’s as she towered over them – well, not much their eyes as their brunette hair covering most of their face. It only then dawned on Susie that the apparent height difference could make this next part tricky. It was funny – how they had to peer their head upwards just to make eye contact. It was…cute.

In a pathetic sort of way, of course.

“Hey, couldja stand on that box real quick?”

Still curious, they followed the instruction, now temporarily a few feet taller. It felt odd not having to look down at them. Susie preferred having the kid’s head comfortably within noogie distance.

Are they staring at her?

She thinks they are, they have to be. She’s standing right in front of them.

God, why was she being so weird?! It’s just a stupid kiss! Move, dammit!

A bead of sweat ran down the side of Susie’s muzzle. Her brain willed just about every part of her body to shuffle across the floor until she was barely a foot away from Kris. As per usual, they were stoic. Silently observing her as she internally screamed for whatever divine being of perpetual awkwardness to cease its bombardment on her very soul.

Resisting Lord Cringeicus’s influence, Susie forcefully moved her hands towards Kris’s back and face. She could’ve sworn she felt them twitch suddenly but it was exceedingly difficult to tell. Even with her now inches away from them, she marveled at how calm and collected they looked.

Not that she found that to be…kinda hot…like at all.

Susie inched her muzzle closer, ever so slowly closing the gap. Nothing was said. People weren’t supposed to talk during this right?

Closer. Her hand gently shivered as she cupped their cheek.

Was she supposed to say something mushy?

Closer. Susie could almost see what hid under Kris’s messy bangs.

Wouldn’t that just make this even more awkward? Fuck, how was she supposed to know?!

Closer still. It was the home stretch. Their lips were practically bristling against each other. It was only just a half inch closer until they finally finally ki-

“AHHHHHHHH, SHIT FUCK I CAN’T DO THIS!!”

Susie angrily turned away, total humiliation and embarrassment burned onto her face. “I just…goddammit! How do people just casually do this shit?!” The sound of Kris hopping of their makeshift footstool snapped her back to her more-than-friend/not-quite-significant-other. She sighed in frustration. They must’ve been confused as hell over all this. Or maybe not?? It was honestly too damn hard to tell anymore. “How are you so freaking calm?”

Her irritation surprisingly diminished when Kris softly grasped her hand. Kris’s palms were soft, delicate even. A stark contrast from the scaley roughness of her own. They led her to the side of their chest.

“What-what are you…wha-oh.” Susie felt something thump. Repeatedly even. Their heart, she recalled. Something Kris had explained before – about how human hearts would beat faster and rapidly whenever they were nervous. She could even feel the slight tremble of Kris’s body. “Oh! So…you were nervous…too.” It was difficult to discern why she was satisfied knowing that. Unfortunate that it had to be followed by a wave of embarrassment, hitting her with the force of a truck.

Kris inquired how they had gotten to this point. She had been on edge lately, Kris noted, to the point where they were starting to get worried. Kris sensed something was troubling her, even when she brushed them off.

“Well um,” A light blush graced the monster’s face. She resisted the urge to groan in shame. “How do I put this…”

Susie had to admit that her reasons sounded much more ridiculous as she said them aloud. Kris leaned against Susie’s shoulder as she talked, silently enjoying having her arm around their shoulder.

“Anyway, yeah,” she sighed tersely. “All this lovey-dovey stuff was giving me a migraine.”

Kris saw fit to remind her that there wasn’t anything wrong with going at one’s own pace. That sounded like something Toriel would say in this situation.

“Yeah, yeah ya little fortune cookie, I hear you,” They earned that playful noogie-ing this time. “At least now I know the little Cassanova isn’t so high and mighty.”

Kris mock scoffed, presumably having little idea what Susie could possibly be referring to.

“Oh don’t play dumb with me! I know what I saw in the Dark World!” She caught the faintest hint of a rascally smile. For a completely out of left field reason which surely held no sort of pretenses of romantic feelings whatsoever…Susie found it to be cute.

From a certain angle.

Only with this specific level of shading.

Susie was far too busy not admiring the little miscreant’s dumb face that she didn’t notice she was being spoken to – that is until she heard the word-

“Pizza?” Kris nodded, beaming an even more ecstatic smile. “Yeah, dude! I’m game!” Susie didn’t need to be asked twice. Again, she held the smaller human by her arm as they enthusiastically strolled out of the closet door, setting off for Ice-E’s. She was starting to enjoy doing that.

Even with the musings of romance becoming afterthoughts, Susie couldn’t deny the warm feeling at the pit of her stomach as she clutched her new favorite carrying bag.

#deltarune #kris deltarune #susie deltarune #krusie #safe

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UHM.... SO....

IF YOU GUYS ARE LOOKING FOR A PLACE TO POST YOUR NSFW ART….

….yeah.

This is real.

#????????#what the actual fuck #hmm

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How

in the damn hell is written porn still allowed on here?? Wow

#shocktalks

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Idk about smut but me and some friends followed looking forward to more Deltarune Kris x Susie stuffs :/ so you got us hooked.

Yes yes I know yall thirsty for that good good

#it'll come don't yall worry your grey heads #Anonymous

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the-eldritch-fox replied to your post “So uh”

It is unsearchable now I believe. It can only be seen by followers or through reblogs from my understanding.

Lovely

#the-eldritch-fox #so now i guess i gotta reel in followers with sfw content before introducing them to smut #assuming i dont haul ass over to Ao3 or Wattpad or some shit

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shockwrites · 5 years

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So uh

If you tag anything as nsfw now, does it even show up anywhere else? Is everything nsfw just completely hidden now?

#shocktalks

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As I have read, Tumblr stopped the BOT that was killing Safe and Not Safe for Work accounts alike… Apparently, the main problem was that the algorithm took down accounts that had too many links to external sites in posts without considering the sites that were linked…

They said that this issue is fixed now, so I think it’s safe to say

I SURVIVED TUMBLR’S GREAT PURGE OF 2018!

If you know anyone that has been affected by this, tell them to contact Tumblr’s help desk to get their account back

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Hmm...

Heard something about NSFW accounts getting Thanos’d. Since I make nsfw shit, I’mma just post my Ao3 just in case

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Shockcakes/pseuds/Shockcakes

#shocktalks #shit's scary fam #idk why this goddamn site keeps going further and further into the shit

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I need more Deltarune Krusie content like yours, do you plan on writing anymore?

Eventually yeah.

#Anonymous

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Study Session

Author’s Note: Aaaaaaand Deltarune trash

Series: Deltarune

Pairing: Slight Kris/Susie

Length: 1378 words

Rating: Safe

You’re having a minor panic attack.

You only say ‘minor’ because you’re just that good at hiding it. You’ve always been. Sure it seemed creepy to just about everyone else in town (they’ve even told you straight to your face on occasion), but right at this moment, that skill was a blessing in disguise.

“Sup.”

Because she was here.

Outside of school.

In your house.

Susie was at your house.

You had no idea why that was such a surprise. You invited her over. What, did you think she’d say ‘yes’ and not come?

…Well, you might’ve before the both you became friends.

“You gonna invite me in or what?”

Susie’s flicking of your forehead snapped you back to reality. She did that often, sometimes to mess with you, other times to poke you out of those daydreams you constantly found yourself in. You wordlessly invite her in with a goofy presentation pose that caused her to snicker.

Susie tentatively glanced around the place. The house was as clean as it always was. Mom always did keep the place looking spotless although it wasn’t as if you were capable of making much mess.

Susie whistled casually. “Cozy digs.” She nonchalantly eased herself onto the couch. You heard her emit a sound you swore you never heard before. You halt your first instinct to make a sarcastic jab about her actually seeming happy for once.

By all means, not an easy task.

You were reluctant to interrupt her relaxation time but you remembered that you invited her over for a reason.

Upon hearing the news, Susie groaned out of boredom as expected. “Aw come on, Kris.” She complained, lounging further on top of the couch. Toriel certainly would not have approved of feet on top of the furniture but you decided to leave it be. “It’s not like either of us are on the honor roll or some crap. Can’t we just brush off the homework and play video games?” She eyed the particularly interesting looking game console that was recently hooked back up to the TV.

You remind her that Ms. Alphys basically passes her students just by at least handing something in. Susie scoffs in reply but finally decides to roll with it anyway.

An hour passes by of comfortable silence. So far, your pencil scribbling was the only sound in the room washing over both of you. You occasionally saw Susie scrawling something down on her own paper but it was only when your hand moved away from the answer you just wrote.

This was nice. Normally, you found doing schoolwork at home was too much of a chore – at least without your brother. You recalled when Asriel would often help you with math equations you were certain weren’t real. Long division was the spawn of demons and no one could tell you otherwise. At least with Asriel there, it seemed less like a chore. You would even play Super Smashing Fighters afterward.

But then he left.

You mentally chastise yourself for bringing up those repressed feelings. Yes, he was gone but you knew that moping about it wasn’t going to do anything. And besides…

“Hey, you got anything to eat here? I’m starving.”

At least you weren’t alone now.

You inform Susie that you put a platter of cookies to bake not too long ago. Double chocolate chip, just for those moments when single chocolate chip didn’t cut it. Man, your stomach was growling just thinking about it.

“Oh…is that what’s burning?”

Burning? They can’t be burning. You only put them in the oven before you started your home…work.

SHIT

You really hope Susie didn’t see your eyes nearly popping out of your skull as you stumbled over your own feet making a beeline for the kitchen. You know for sure she’s gonna laugh at you for that.

It was too late. The cookies you stuffed in the oven were entirely unrecognizable, merely pitch black remains of what they were intended to be. You wonder how Mom makes baking seem so easy, having some sort of six sense as to when food was finished baking.

Then you remember that you forgot to set the timer.

The crusty burnt smell only served to make your walk of shame seem worse. What kind of host serves burnt snacks? And to your best friend? For shame, Kris Dreemurr. For sha-

“Oh, shit are those the cookies?”

You hardly have time to respond before your guest snatches a black cookie from the platter. You stare at her in awe for a solid minute, watching her snarf down the piece of charcoal down whole before going in for seconds. You then remember that this was the same person who ate chalk.

Out of curiosity, you decide to try your handiwork.

Only to hack it back out the second the crusty black flakes touched your throat. Your stomach felt betrayed. Deceived by the promise of chocolate and met with the bitter taste of disappointment. You didn’t answer when she asked if you were gonna finish it, merely handing the half bitten snack to her in defeat. You wonder just how tolerant monster stomachs are for a brief moment before returning back to your homework.

Eventually, it was getting frustrating staring at the same question for the better half of 15 minutes.

You could tell Susie was feeling the same way. She was mostly waiting for you to finish just to copy. You felt the urge to remind her that that method wasn’t exactly helping you. You really wanted to get this over with so you could properly hang out and play video games but you felt the itch reaching you sooner than you anticipated.

…You figure you deserve a little break.

“You suuuuuuuck.”

Susie’s salt-coated insults were almost music to your ears. Somehow, you realize that this was what your brother must have been tasting after all those years of straight up destroying you at video games.

It felt wonderful.

You cheekily asked Susie if she was up for a rematch. The monster’s pride of course never failed to disappoint. As you prepped to pick your usual main, the dread pink gumball, you heard the door open.

“Kris? I’m home!”

Smiling, you greet your mother with a wave which she sweetly returned. Her expression froze however when her eye caught sight of your guest.

“Uhh, hi Ms. Toriel.” Susie awkwardly responded. Seeing a teacher outside of school. You’ve been there. It’s beyond weird. You didn’t blame her for feeling a bit out of place.

Your mother, on the other hand, looked like her brain had just exploded and was putting itself back together. “Oh Kris, you brought…a friend?! A girl?! Friendgirl?!? Girlfriend??!??!”

Somehow Toriel pieced the whole thing together in the worst word association possible. You were speechless (which wasn’t entirely surprising). It took a moment to search for a proper response but luckily Susie did all the talking for you.

“Girlfriend?! Wh-Heck no!” You were impressed at how well she censored herself. “It’s-it’s nothing like that, I mean…Tell her, Kris!”

You attempted to back up her claim but in a tiny moment of weakness, your lucid imagination worked against you, planting a not quite unpleasant scenario of you and Susie.

You and Susie.

Engaging in only the most heinous of all debaucherous acts:

Holding hands.

The controller dropped from your hand. No words left your mouth. Even more mortifying, your face was now a shade redder. Susie looked at you with total betrayal, though from the corner of your eye, you could’ve sworn there was a light tint of pink along her scaly cheeks.

Amidst the embarrassed air of the living room, your mother grinned widely at Susie. “I’ll just leave you two be for now. Would you like some pie? Oh! How about some tea? Why don’t I set the table for you!”

She bolted right over to the kitchen faster than she rambled. Total silence fell over both you and Susie, neither of you even playing the game. You dared to glance at her, only to be met with an expression you could only describe as an unholy blend of anger, embarrassment, and…flattery?

You shoot her a sheepish smile.

She shot you a punch to your arm.

#deltarune #susie deltarune #kris deltarune #safe #krusie #that's the shipname right?

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Scraps

Author’s Note: Had a cyberpunk craze some time ago

Series: Original

Pairing: Mau/Zed

Content: Cyberpunk, robot fuggin, assjobs, spanking

Length: 5747 words

Rating: NSFW

The boot-up process had taken an eternity.

Mau sighed, blowing aside a strand of her black hair. She was starting to wonder just how worth it this side project was. Work was hard to come by and jobs were too far in between which meant she really should’ve been spending more time in search of clients rather than pouring her few resources into this. Then again, it was a stretch to assume that anyone in the slums of District 16 would have any credits to spare on a mechanic. Quite surprising given how many augmented citizens resided there, herself included. Such a shame her shop had to be a barely visible shack in one of the less populated alleyways. It wasn’t as if the arts and crafts store next to her had any large sum of customers to recommend her to.

Mau wondered just how they afforded that neon sign…

Another packet of instant ramen opened. Judging by the many empty cups of Lee’s Noodles littered on the floor, one would think that the shrimp flavoring would lose taste to her. It was a miracle she hadn’t gotten tired of the stuff yet. It helped that these were the cheapest brand she could find. Mau figured that played a part in why she never had the eye-catching hourglass frame that was so widespread among the districts as the ‘most desirable’ feminine figure. All that junk food and cheap meals seemed to go straight to her thighs.

Mau eyed the stationary android hanging against the wall of her workshop. She adjusted her glasses as she glanced at the machine. The damn thing had been a pain to assemble. The head alone was a rare find, it’s software and model she recognized but knew wasn’t sold anywhere in this side of the districts. It was a surprise she found it in a junk heap. Mau could’ve easily pawned it off at the nearest chop shop. She knew of a few collectors who would’ve offered a decent coin for some hard-to-find parts. Yet, something drew her to keep it, a stubborn instinct that had likely cost her working lights for the next few months.

The piece of junk was almost less of a head and more of a VR helmet; one she’d seen from pictures of technology from eras long past. Mau vaguely remembered something referring to a “Daft Punk”, whatever the hell that meant.

The screen that had taken up the entirety of the face was cracked but not beyond repair. The head itself was in functional condition, she surmised. The lack of customers meant that boredom was a constant battle. She needed a decent challenge, something to keep the servos in her augmented arms from getting rusty.

Normally, specific parts and pieces require either a tremendous amount of credits or just the right luck. Zed, as Mau affectionately called him, had received a decently put together chassis. A striking shade of obsidian black coupled with lighter gray shades decorating his torso and midsection.

Finding the proper limbs was a challenge. Sifting through scrap heaps in the hopes of finding arms with the exact measurements and formats needed was an absolute pain in the ass. It took some searching through certain…restricted areas to find the parts she needed; a challenge in itself considering the local District Patrol had her record on file for numerous unlawful entry offenses. It was a pain but fortunately, she managed to score a decent deal that didn’t damage her funds too much. Despite the shoddy parts she had to work with, she did a remarkable job assembling a well-made machine. Of course, that was to be expected given her talents.

She played around with designs for the head itself, figuring it couldn’t hurt to add a more personal touch. Triangular metal plates resembling cat ears were added to the top of Zed’s head, something to match with the oversized zip-up cat hoodie she always wore.

Now, with the body mostly assembled, all that was left was the programming. At least now, the financially damaging part of the process was over. Mau was pleasantly surprised to find that a majority of Zed’s code was still intact, making the procedure move much smoother. Numerous purposes and tasks for her android ran through her mind, however, one specific query popped into her mind:

What if he had a big dick?

Night had eventually rolled in before the mechanic finally decided to break from her work.

Mere hours passed before the whir of hydraulics snapped Mau awake. Quickly seizing her glasses, her head immediately snapped to Zed, hearing the faint sounds of his body seemingly calibrating itself. A neon purple glow emanated from the small lights within his chest plate and around his face. The engineer’s face lit up just as bright.

She skittered over to her awakening machine, eagerly observing his startup routines. The twisting and adjusting of servos and joints was music to her ears. She kept her eye drawn towards his face, expecting to meet her creation’s first glance. Building robots from scratch was far from new to her but it was exciting all the same. She made it a habit to be the first thing they lay eyes on whenever they boot up for the first time. Zed was certainly taking his time but she was all too sure; he was going to wake any second now.

…

Any second now…

…

Any sec-and he powered off.

“OH COME ON!”

Mau banged her foot against her worktable. Not the brightest idea as now she was nursing a stubbed toe and a dead robot. She was far too aggravated to care about one of those problems.

She knew she did everything right. Absolute certainty in her mind told her that Zed should be fully functional. With a frustrated sigh – and rubbing of her foot – Mau sat back in her chair, glaring at the stubborn heap of metal and parts. The head specifically was subject of her gaze.

Everything about it screamed of a technology the mechanic had seen before. Memories Mau had dutifully shut out from her mind had resurfaced. Memories detailing the very reason she was in this slumhole in the first place. She didn’t know why she was bothering with the hunk of scrap. Morbid curiosity? Stubborn force of habit? Mau couldn’t really say.

She grumbled, pinching the corner of her eyes. “What’s it gonna take for you to work?”

“Damaging your foot will not help.”

The mechanic leaped from her chair, pouncing to the floor and grabbing the nearest murder weapon she could find. Her eyes anxiously scanned her surroundings. Burglaries weren’t uncommon in this part of the district. That was her only assumption as there was no point of origin from that voice.

There was still no sign of the owner of that ominous voice. Was she finally going insane? She always heard it from just about every pompous, weak-kneed dullard in regards to her ingenuity. What they constantly regarded as “madness” was merely a result of her outside thinking. Still, Mau didn’t think it was actually going to happen, especially so soon.

A silent curse slipped from her Korean tongue. Her prosthetics were meant for engineering, not dealing with possible break-ins at roughly 3 in the morning! What made the whole situation especially disastrous was the nearly assembled android made of potentially lucrative parts and materials. Peaking her head from under her work desk, she readied her defense.

“I do not believe pointing a broken chopstick at the wall will help either.”

She froze solid, momentarily glancing at her weapon and confirming that it was indeed a broken chopstick before annoyedly tossing it on the floor. A tense moment passed before Mau swallowed the lump in her throat, finally mustering up the courage to turn to the owner of the voice.

It was difficult to say whether Mau was relieved or terrified that Zed activated. She confirmed that his face was mainly just a screen, the only indication of its function being the purple digitized “eye” staring her in the face. His body hummed silently, the external LED lights along his figure flashing a bright hue of orchid. The trim of his “cat ears” also glowed from the darkness of the room.

A beaming smile curled around her lips. She carefully approached him, turning her head to analyze if his eye was truly following her movements. “Zed?”

“Zed…Is that my designation? You were referring me to it quite often.”

“You could say that.” Mau needed a minute to admire her work, scanning the stationary robot on his stand. “Wait, how did you know I was calling you that?”

“My neural sensors remained functional for quite some time after my decommissioning.”

“Amateur mistake.” Mau scoffed. She could recall countless rookie mistakes in android decommissioning. It was never enough to just power them down and scrap the bodies. She was among the few who actually cared for efficiency in her work, whether it was building a model from scratch or taking it apart. “Well, you have a body now, thanks in no small part to me of course.”

“Affirmative. My internal diagnostics show that there have been numerous changes to my internal code.”

“Oh…you noticed those.”

“Was I meant to be under the impression that they were concealed?”

“Whoever programmed sarcasm into your AI seems to be the only one who knew what they were doing.” A calming moment of silence passed, Mau’s eyes analyzing the peculiar movements of his eye. “Well don’t be so coy. You have a body again, so use it!”

Zed blinked curiously. There was a labored movement of his arm, possibly to test its overall strength and sensitivity. There was always something addicting about the way androids tested their new bodies; akin to a child making its first steps, Mau thought. She resisted the urge to hold out her hands in case he fell.

“How does it feel?”

He paused a moment before responding, routinely unfurling his fingers. “…Different.”

“Hm…expected. I’m sure you were developed with much different technology than what I had to make do with.” Mau softly placed a hand on Zed’s chest. The artificially grafted skin was subtly similar to the real thing. He was decently warm to the touch, the motors and mechanisms keeping his body functioning. “Tell me about yourself.”

“…There is not much to say.”

“Nonsense.”

Zed glanced at her in silent hesitance. “I…do not remember. My memory banks recall my creation dating back years ago and that I was eventually decommissioned. I am sorry for being unable to answer your question.”

Mau smiled warmly. “Don’t apologize! Look at it as a way to start anew!”

“Hm…anew?”

The mechanic nodded. “I’ll start. My name is Mau. Mau Sung-Hwa. And as you can tell from the fact that I built you, I’m a mechanic.” she briefly glanced over at her exceptionally dirty workspace, strewn with parts and tools everywhere along with empty ramen containers. “just not a…wealthy one.”

“Or a clean one.”

Mau shot him a sarcastic laugh. Something told her she might eventually regret not touching whatever was giving him that wry sense of humor.

“You created…recreated me. What is my purpose?”

“…Do you need one?”

“Do I…? I do not follow. Why would I be created without a purpose?”

Mau sighed, sitting on top of her work desk. Zed hadn’t moved from his spot, holding his hands behind his back as he stared inquisitively. “Well, do you think robots require a purpose just to exist?” Mau didn’t blame him for his lack of an answer. What could he say? A long-winded explanation of the theories of machine creation? “I personally don’t see it quite like that. Technology has no doubt come a long long way. To the point where androids themselves are capable of functional sentience living among people! So why can’t we build androids to just…live? To grow and make choices without being bogged down by a need to do one specific thing?”

“So then, why is there enhancements in my systems geared towards coitus?”

Shit...

“…Oh…right, you can see those.”

“I presume they are from your schematics?”

“Yyyyyye-maybe??” She attempted to grin nervously with a shrug. “Alright, so I may have built you with a specific purpose in mind, hypocritical I know but hear me out! Perhaps, maybe wanting to use them could’ve been one of the choices that you’d make?”

“…So you made me into a sex-bot?”

“Not-not initially! It was one impulse!”

“…”

“You’re not a sex-bot, I promise!…D-don’t judge me!” Her face lit an embarrassed red before Mau attempted to compose herself. It was evident that she had just contradicted her own point. It’s not like it was intentional! She has preferences, that’s all! “Do you…do you want me to remove them?”

“…No.”

“Rea-” She caught her overeager reaction, coolly clearing her throat with the grace and subtlety of a dying bird. “Really? Why’s that?”

“I cannot say. Perhaps curiosity?”

Mau’s grin widened. She raised an eyebrow, resting her chin on her palm. “What makes you curious?”

“Sex.”

Mau couldn’t help but snicker when the word was said with the terse monotony of his voice. “You are very blunt.” Zed cocked his head inquisitively. “Uhm…well…if you want – completely up to you – I wouldn’t be partial to maybe showing you what I know about…sex.” Mau mentally cursed. The proposal sounded a lot less of an experienced, alluring courtesan and more along the lines of a virgin with a shameful stash of adult magazines.

Zed didn’t immediately answer, briefly putting Mau in disarray. She prayed she hadn’t metaphorically turned him off from the subject entirely.

“…That sounds agreeable.”

The last thing he witnessed before being dragged off was the gleam of the woman’s cheshire grin. Zed had yet to get another word in before suddenly having his arm seized. He was led deeper into her workshop, reaching a room that he could only assume was her bedroom quarters. The room was small, probably meant to be a storage room, only fashioned to be an impromptu living space.

The room was very bare, most likely meant for sleep. It was almost cleaner than her workspace if it wasn’t for the clothes haphazardly littered on the floor. A special stand for her prosthetics stood next to her small bed. Surprisingly, there was a window adorned on the wall beside her bed, giving a modest view of the lower streets. The vibrant neon lights still managed to leak through the blinds.

“Mind the mess.”

“Why would I? It is not as though this is my room.”

Mau rolled her eyes. “Just get on the bed.”

“I do get a room, correct?”

“You’re gonna be lucky I don’t stuff you in a broom closet if you don’t shut it.”

Mau sat Zed down at the edge of her bed, standing in front of him with an eager smile. “Now, let’s start with arousal.” There was a mild tingle in between her legs as the word flicked off her tongue.

Zed blinked. “Arousal is sensation found primarily in living organisms. I fail to understand how such a construct would trigger in my case.”

Mau knowingly narrowed her eyes, leaning forward with her arms crossed beneath her breasts. “Mhm? You don’t see any way how arousal can be triggered?” She zipped her hoodie down just enough to afford a decent amount of cleavage, covered only by a scanty black bra. Her shoulder’s shimmied suggestively, causing a hypnotic wiggle of her bosom. Mau made sure that her perky mounds were in his view. Her sharp ears caught a mild hum of the android’s inner hydraulics.

“What do you define arousal as, then?”

“The growth of sexual desire triggered by a variety of different factors, the most common proven to be specific areas of the human body.”

Mau drew closer to him, a visible saunter in her steps. A sneaky hand snaked to the bottom of her hoodie, stealthily undoing the belt of her shorts. She bunched up her top, giving more visibility to her prominent hips. The lights lined along Zed’s body slowly lit brighter. “Such as?”

Zed hadn’t taken his eyes off of her. “Many are drawn towards mammaries, posteriors, or genitals. It is more common for individuals to have tastes in varied proportions.” One of Mau’s hands placed on his shoulder. He felt warm. Not to the point of possibly overheating but comfortably so. “Widely debated is a preference between which is perceived as more favorable.”

Mau impishly undid the rest of her hoodie, keeping his head at eye level with her semi-exposed mounds. Her shorts slipped off, revealing a pair of equally skimpy black underwear. She made an over-the-shoulder pose, treating Zed to a view of her curves. “And which do you prefer?” Instantly, she noticed the android’s gaze aiming downward at her butt, the hum of his internal workings growing just a bit louder. His “ears” twitched somewhat.

Zed almost didn’t notice the purple glowing shaft that materialized from his crotch. “…Oh.”

Mau squealed in delight. “They work! The hard-light projection system works!” There was an excited gleam in her eyes. She knew exactly what this meant. “Soooo~” she sang teasingly, “Zeddy’s an ass man, hm?” Her hips wiggled, mere inches away from his newly roused “manhood”.

Zed, however, remained curious about his new appendage. It wasn’t comprised of any sort of metal or physical material, rather a literal projection of solid-light taken the shape of an erection. “It’s…detailed.”

Mau scoffed haughtily. “Well, of course, it’s detailed. Why bother not going the extra mile for immersion’s sake?”

“I have testicles…”

“It’s authentic!” While Zed had no means of making proper facial expressions, she still felt like that blank stare of his was a means of judging her. Mau pouted. “Well, if you don’t want to experience sex to the fullest-“

“I did not say that.”

“Thought so.”

The mechanic firmly planted herself on top of Zed’s lap. She felt a sense of pride in herself as she felt his artificial cock squeeze between the curvature of her cheeks. Truly, she outdid herself this time. Perfecting the hard-light technology took her countless hours and frustrations, doubled with the effort to implement some way to make him ‘feel’ the sensations. Mau couldn’t let just herself have all the fun.

Despite it essentially being fake, Zed’s cock was still able to replicate the general feel of a real one. From its similar resemblance to the realistic looking veins that ran along it, Mau spared no expense.

Well, perhaps some expenses but she was nothing if not adaptable.

“You gonna let me do all the work?”

“I do not actually know what to do.”

“Oh…” Mau stared blankly, realizing just how much of a blank slate the android was. “Right, ok. Lemme just,” with a quick reposition, she was now on all fours atop her mattress with Zed standing behind her. “Crash course; sex should always start with foreplay.” She made sure to shoot him a nice shake of her ample backside. “Go ahead, give it a touch~”

Zed tentatively followed her order. His mechanical palm gently squeezed her, eliciting a few playful squeaks from Mau. She encouraged him to experiment, softly kneading and playing with her cheeks. There was sure to be a damp spot forming in her underwear by now.

The moans flowed freely from Mau’s throat. She hummed in approval, hoping to egg him on. She couldn’t stop her blush when Zed pulled her panties down. How long had it been since she was this naked with a man?

“How does it feel?”

“Soft…fleshy.”

Mau scrunched her lips. “Ok, pro-tip: please don’t say fleshy when we’re doing the deed.”

“Noted.”

Zed’s hands squeezed her taut, naked cheeks together. He cocked his head in confusion when Mau playfully jerked backward, poking his erection with her ass. In a quick moment of clarity, Zed deduced what the mechanic was silently instructing him to do.

“There you go.”

She felt the immediate press of the android’s artificial member sandwiched between her cheeks. From the corner of her eye, she saw him focused entirely on her rear, what she thought to be a hypnotized expression on his screen as he pleasured himself. The feeling of the hard light construct was…odd. It didn’t quite feel like flesh, rather like a smooth plastic, vaguely reminding her of the shameful toys she kept for particularly lonely nights.

Zed’s arm reached for her hoodie, attempting to yank it off. “Ah, ah, ah!” Mau swatted his robotic hand away. “The hoodie stays on.” She said, casually slipping on the hood, adorned with a pair of decorative cat ears.

“…How cute.”

With a mischievous shake of her behind, Mau shot him a toothy grin. “Ain’t I?”

This was more fun than she thought. While it wasn’t entirely pleasing as the other positions she had in mind, that didn’t detract from the fun she was having.

“Hey, Zed?”

“Yes?”

“You wanna…maybe…uhh.”

“I cannot comply without clear orders.”

“…Spank me?”

“You desire for me to…hurt you?”

“No! Not hurt! Just…a little slap…on my butt.” Much to Mau’s chagrin, the room fell into a discomforting silence. It was a controversial order to say the least; ordering her android to willingly injure its creator. Maybe spanking was too eager of a venture. “W-well, I mean if you’re not comfortable with it then you don’t have t-“

SMACK!

“Umph!” Mau’s breath hitched in her throat as she felt the initial sting of Zed’s hand. She instantly bit her lip, clutching the bedsheets into her fist as tears welled in her eyes.

“Was that too-“

“Again! Do that again!”

Another crack landed on her reddening behind, not sufficient enough to cause serious damage but enough. Zed was much more careful than she thought he would be. His robotic capabilities were far beyond a human’s in terms of strength; physical contact should’ve been far from desirable. What could Mau say? She loved living dangerously.

The delightful sounds of slapping and smacking persisted for quite some time, Mau steadily replying to each euphoric spank with a grunt of satisfaction. Zed watched the enrapturing jiggle of Mau’s ass each time his hand struck. By the time he finally relented, the mechanic’s rear was red with hand marks, her cries subsiding to tiny gasps for breath.

“Mmmfffffuck…” Light spittle drooled from the side of her mouth as she regained herself. Mau collapsed onto her bed, knees weak and ecstasy dripping from between her legs. “I-initiate…protocol 5…command code…haaah…ice-pack.”

Zed didn’t realize when that the palms of his hands suddenly dropped in temperature. Some part of his mechanical brain reacted instantly to her verbal command, running a built-in protocol he hadn’t even realized was there yet. Mau lazily glanced at him expectantly, wordlessly tilting her head towards her sore rear.

Quickly deducing her order, Zed gently let his palms fall on the mechanic’s ass. She gasped sharply, unused to the abrupt drop in temperature, before melting to euphoric moans as his deft fingers took to carefully massaging her. Tender hands delicately melted the stinging away much to Mau’s pleasure. Zed seemed more than happy to have another reason to grasp at her ass.

“Better?”

“Much.”

“…Should we keep going?”

“In a minute.”

Moments passed, the stinging sensations finally fading away. With a contented sigh, Mau flipped herself over, facing her companion as she lay sprawled along the bed. Saying nothing, she maintained eye contact, a cat-like smile plastered on her face.

“Hey, Zed~”

“…Yes?”

She cocked her head slightly, raising her balled palms, not unlike a feline. “Do I look cute?” She made sure to push up her bra-covered breasts while teasingly covering her dripping petals with her leg. Her cat eared hoodie only added more to her feline charade.

Zed, as per usual, only blinked in response.

Mau’s grin instantly melted into a frown. “You’re supposed to say ‘yes’, Bucket-head.”

“Yes, Bucket-head.”

She could almost feel the shit-eating grin on his nonexistent mouth. “So you don’t know shit about sex but you’re programmed with a smart-ass mode?” Mau deadpanned. “If you’re done being a fucker, I’d like to continue.”

His eye gazed at her in an innocent manner, one that Mau didn’t buy even for a second. Zed moved closer to her, his body soon hovering directly above her. One hand was seized, her prosthetic fingers intertwining themselves with his. He felt her free palm placed on his chest, tracing down towards his lower abdomen until finally reaching his erection, twitching in response to her touch. He was eager, that much she could tell even if his face could not show it.

Nothing was said as Mau tenderly stroked him. She figured talking would only distract them both and she needed to savor this moment. He was more than well endowed, courtesy of her own tampering. Shameful? Perhaps. It wasn’t as if there was anyone to stop her.

By her touch, he was guided to her aching folds. She felt his tip lightly brushed against her opening, the smooth sensation lightly tickling her swollen clit. Mau was still somewhat off-put by how…perfect it felt. If anything, she could imagine his length much like a dildo than the real thing – not that that would be an entirely detracting thing.

In fact…that gave her future self an idea.

“Why are you staring at it like that?”

“Hm? Like what?”

“…You are drooling.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

…yet.

With a bit lower lip, Mau eventually slipped him inside. Instantly, she was hit with a sensation she had missed. She needed a moment to pause, letting the tingles run down her spine as she rode through the initial penetration. A long, heady moan sang from her throat as her legs interlocked around Zed’s back. She glanced down, finding that he still had a ways to go before fully enveloping himself within her.

She could hardly wait.

“Did you feel that?” Mau’s lips strewn into a flustered grin across her face.

“I…I think so.” Zed’s voice strained. He gripped her waist firmly, slowly enveloping himself into her inch by inch. His robotic mind was assaulted with a plethora of new sensations – a majority of them, he was left confused by.

Everything about this was foreign to him; he had very little understanding of pleasure and what it exactly meant. All he was able to process was that the synthetic appendage at his nethers was begging for attention, and the woman with him was all but happy to oblige. Her beautifully crescendoed moans encouraged him as he pushed farther, sliding inch after gratifying inch past her walls.

“Mau…” She swore she grew ten times wetter from hearing him speak her name. The deep smoothness of his voice, strained by how much she squeezed him. “You are very tight…”

Any attempt to shoot back with a witty retort was trapped within the mechanic’s throat. Zed hilted himself with what she could only describe as a wet, satisfying slap. At that singular point, that lovely moment when his manhood was fully inserted inside of her, every single circumstance Mau had dealt with until now was suddenly worth it. The favors, the rooting through junk, the near arrests, all worth it. Mau had paid her dues – she earned this – and she was ready to savor every second of the glowing cock that’s…

“Oh shit.” Mau curiously gazed at her lower abdomen, resisting every urge to snicker. “I’m an actual genius.”

Zed, on the other hand, was far from impressed.

“…It is still glowing.”

“I know.”

“It is…glowing inside you.”

“I know.”

Mau wheezed, the absurdity of this scenario dawning on her. It was a self-indulgent tweak, one that she wasn’t even entirely sure would’ve worked the first time. It only came as a random thought, mere curiosity, as she integrated the hard-light technology into the android’s software.

Zed stared at the visibly entertained woman, his eye glaring at her with a deadpan stoicism that only suggested he didn’t share her humor in this situation. “You’re not a sex-bot, I promise!” Her voice and exact words replayed from the speakers inside of his ears. She couldn’t help but feel a bit proud of him, using her self-indulgence against her.

“I know what I said alright!” Mau shot back, still failing to restrain her laughter. “I’ll remove it when we’re done. I promise!” Her partner’s stoic glare implied that he didn’t quite take her at her word. “Oh whatever, just keep going!”

Still somewhat jarred from the development in his physiology, Zed continued. His hips began to pump, steadily finding his rhythm. Mau squeaked with each thrust, every labored movement that Zed experimented with. The light construct balls repeatedly slapped at her entrance while her prosthetic hands guided his own palms to her unattended breasts. She slid his fingers underneath her bra, allowing the android to fondle and tease her nipples.

“Oh god…O-oh my god.”

She tore off the garment and tossed it aside, leaving her entirely naked underneath her treasured hoodie.

The pounding went on, growing faster with each passing moment. Zed didn’t understand why he was so compelled to move as quickly as he did. Electrical signals passing through his robotic brain made him driven towards sating himself. He wanted her – badly.

Zed haunched over, his arms soon moving to the back of her leg and lower back. His face was level with Mau’s, watching her moan and mewl his name softly. Her legs, still wrapped around the android’s waist, locked him tighter.

Something welled up inside of him. A stifled feeling that Zed knew he couldn’t hold back any longer. “Mau…!” He strained. Motors and artificial muscles stiffened. His movements became slow yet much much harder. Was this supposed to happen? “I think…something is going to happen…”

“Y-yeah – mmm! – you’re prepping to…Hhhoh fuck…j-just give it a second. I’m almost there too!”

Zed’s body was taxing itself. His motions locked into thrusting repeatedly. More confusing electrical signals stimulated his brain, yet with every push, they began to grow less and less unintelligible.

This was sex.

Currently, the most intoxicating and addictive experience Zed has ever felt.

A long missed sensation Mau was elated to relive again after so long.

It wasn’t long before they both caved in. The small lights along Zed’s body glowed an intense purple. Something pumped from Zed’s artificial length, while Mau finally reached the most satisfying orgasm she ever felt. She sprawled across the sheets, her legs still weakly clinging to Zed’s back. Moments passed like ages before the euphoria finally washed away.

They stared at each other in silence. Mau’s cheshire grin returned lazily; sleep was beckoning to her but she stubbornly refused.

“What did you feel?”

“…Something.”

She chuckled softly as her palms ran along Zed’s chest. His inner workings were no longer frantic and excited. He was still warm thankfully enough. “Well, it’s better than nothing.”

To the mechanic’s dismay, Zed lifted himself from her. He briefly glanced down, catching the sight of his now limp member dripping with…something.

“Erm…wha-.”

“It’s synthetic.”

“…Immersion?”

“It’s blueberry flavored.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

Realizing he’d be talking in circles trying to get a straight answer, the android decided to leave it be as he lay next to her. His body felt…spent. His frame wasn’t damaged in any sort of way, merely simulating the feeling of exhaustion in his artificial muscles and circuitry. As his arousal began to fade, Zed’s hard light erection soon dimmed, fading away to nothingness.

“You really are committed to that.” Zed stared blankly at the ceiling. “May I ask why?”

Mau replied with a lazy chuckle as she snuggled closer to her android. “Dunno. Thought it’d be nice if my robot can feel what I feel in some way.” She sighed. “Sex is fucking awesome, y’know?”

“I do now.”

“Exactly! It’s got so many…feelings. Feelings feelings.” She made motions with her hands to prove her point.

Zed pondered her statement. It was stereotypical, an android like him contemplating the prospect of feelings. Even from the memories of his initial existence, the idea was practically ancient. He knew his ‘feelings’ were far from real and that currently, nothing at the moment could make that idea a reality. However…that was fairly close.

“So, what is next?”

Mau yawned softly with an amused chuckle. Her eyelids were almost impossible to hold up. Exhaustion hit her especially hard with this giant hunk of toasty warm metal laying beside her “Meh. Sleep now. Figure the rest out in the morning.”

“…As you wish.” Zed responded politely as his arms wrapped around her. He allowed his systems to gradually slow down into sleep mode. Even as he was shutting down, he couldn’t help but let his mind briefly run on the sleeping woman beside him.

He had a nagging feeling that this was just the beginning.

#cyberpunk #robots #sex #smutfic #original #mau sung-hwa #zed (oc)#nsfw

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