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snipersfucker · 10 months

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An apology, but we all want to read how they are inside and possibly the Autobots lose control when what they have been imagining for so long happens (like Mirage / Bee / or Optimus) you made us addicted to you writing

there are special little places where yall can get help with your addiction!! im not the remedy!! (i bite the walls every single time i get a compliment) ALSO lets just pretend bees vocal cords werent ripped out to the point he couldn't moan like a slut :) dubcon:/

Bee was desperate.

The way your hips swayed when you walked, the way the soft tone of your voice echoed in the insides of his helm, the way you'd wrap your fragile fingers around his steering wheel and squeeze it ever so slightly in a playful manner—he needed you.

And one day, after spending countless nights on imagining you stretched out on his throbbing spike, your tits bouncing with every slap of his hips against your bare ass, he finally got the honour of actually seeing you underneath him, not just picturing it in his mind.

Bee was desperate for you, but he was also shy. Which meant that you had to initiate all the talks, all the touches, and all the kisses. However, when he finally understood that he had you exactly where he wanted you, and when he heard you vocalise your desire for him, he just couldn't stop himself.

The soft exchange of pecks on each others' lips turned into a heated make-out session, his glossa quickly asking for permission to slip into your mouth just so he could get a proper taste for the first time. His metal body began overheating as soon as he felt your body straddling his lap, your legs on both side of his hips. Your bold move made him only crave more of your touch, him barely able to restrain himself from just having his way with you, manhandling you until you'd beg for him to stop absolutely ruining you for the pleasure of you both.

And he wanted to continue making a mess with his lips on yours, especially when you were making so many sweet noises just for him... But he had to take things further, feeling like his spark might just explode if he didn't.

So he pulled away slowly, making eye contact with you for just a mere second, only to see the needy expression on your face, which gave him a silent permission to jump right into what he'd planned to do. His lips quickly found their place on the side of your neck, his servos landing on your hips, subconsciously pushing your core into his abdomen to create more friction between you.

He began licking, kissing, nibbling, and sucking the skin gently into his intake to create pretty bruises on your neck which would show anyone that you belonged to him.

Your breaths were getting heavier, much more chaotic, them hitching in your throat every time he paid special attention to a particularly sensitive spot. Your needy whimpers were mixing with the sound of his vents trying to stop him from overheating, his reaction to you making you want more of him than you already had.

And you didn't know you already had him whole. He was yours.

"Bee, please..." you whined, your eyes closed shut, hands on both of his shoulders with a strong grip which he didn't mind at all.

Your words made him transform the area under his abdomen, now a hard spike on full display, its length slapping against your stomach with every intense throb. He didn't stop taking care of your neck for even a second, every whimper and groan of desperation being muffled by your skin as he continuously planted wet kisses all the way down from your jaw to your collarbone.

He was growing impatient.

His spike touching you was sending constant pleasurable electric shocks down his bipedalism cord, his spark nearly exploding when you grinded against it with your clothed core.

The grip of his digits on your hips tightened, and you'd probably have endless bruises on your sweet, soft skin tomorrow, and this thought should've made him feel at least a tad bad but he adored knowing that he left something while doing such sinful things with you.

When you moved and brushed against his length again, he groaned in impatience, pulling away just to lift the hem of your loose shirt with his digit to signal to you that he needed it off. You made eye contact with him as you got rid of the piece of clothing on your upper half. But it wasn't enough for him—he had to have you naked against him, every inch of your warm, human skin against his hot, metal one.

Before his digit moved to the waistline of your pants, you were already unbuttoning and unzipping them, getting out of his lap just to be able to take them off fully alongside with your panties, them ending up somewhere on the floor, probably next to your shirt.

His optics immediately shot to your cunt, the temptation to put his spike inside you overwhelming his body. He didn't even wait patiently for you to get back onto his lap on your own, as soon as he stopped devouring the sight of you in front of him in just a bra, he immediately pulled you towards him with both servos on your hips again, placing you on his lap, exactly where you belonged at that moment.

Now your bare core was brushing against his spike, and he couldn't refrain himself from letting a couple of desperate noises roll off him glossa. You decided to undress fully for him, taking your bra off and tossing it onto the pile of long forgotten clothes. His optics could barely take in the view before his lips found themselves on your tits, his intake giving attention to both, switching from teasing, licking and kissing the left one to doing exactly the same to the right one. Your hardened nipples made it possible for him to gently bite them, making you buckle your hips and moan his name shamelessly, your own noises not allowing you to hear your thoughts, as if there was anything else on your mind other than how good Bee's glossa felt when it curled up on your nipple, it getting sucked into his intake.

The remains of self-control he could find within himself were slipping through his digits, the force of his touches increasing with every passing second. At the same time, he was also getting more and more intense reactions from you, your body craving more as it pressed against his.

Bee groaned, impatience getting the better of him, as he wrapped his arm around your fragile, human body, lifting you up with your chest still to his.

He moved fast like a starving man, placing you gently on the hard floor of the garage, its coldness radiating to your body, adding a completely new sensation. You arched your back, exposing your chest even more to him, hoping he'd put his mouth on your already swollen and sensitive nipples, but he seemed to have other plans when, without a heads-up, he grabbed the back of both your thighs, and lifted up your hips so that now the only body parts of yours making contact with the cement underneath you were your upper back and your head.

Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head as you bit your lip to stop yourself from whimpering at the absolutely sinful sight of Bee kneeling down and hovering over you, spreading your legs and holding them pressed to your chest for better access to your dripping cunt.

You felt the tip of his spike teasing your hole which has been clenching over nothing for the past couple of minutes, finally about to get what it needed the most. And then, with one swift motion, Bee slid into you, the wet sound of his length entering your core echoed against the walls of your head.

A loud moan escaped the depths of your throat, lips parted, eyes closed themselves shut before you could even stop them, wanting to watch as the robot began trying to bottom out inside your warm cunt, but unfortunately his spike was too big for you to take for now.

It felt good. The pain from being so suddenly stretched out around him mixed with the pleasure from his spike hitting all the sweet spots inside you with the very first thrust of his hips.

Bee felt as if he no longer had control over his own body, the feeling of you wrapped around him, your warm cunt so inviting to just ruin it without second thoughts. And he could find absolutely no strength within himself to stop the almost animalistic desire to make you his in every meaning of this word.

His optics were trained on your face for mere seconds before his gaze shifted to the place where your bodies connected, your cunt covered in your own slick, the hole visibly stretched out to take his spike, even if it was only a half of his full length.

The idea of pushing the entire thing in only made him groan, the images of the bulge in your lower stomach he'd create flashing in front of his optics.

He threw his head back when he felt you clench around him, the sensation too much to handle.

You knew he was about to begin pounding into you as if it was the only thing he was made to do, the expression on his face and the look he was giving you the entire time confirming it.

"Bee..." you whined his name, not being fully aware what that sweet tone of your voice was doing to him.

So he just positioned himself better, pressing your thighs harder to your chest, taking almost the entire length of his spike out of your begging cunt, only to slam into you and put even more of him inside you.

You couldn't even control the noises escaping you anymore, your head thrown back because of the overwhelming pleasure.

Bee has had enough of waiting, the memory of him sitting in the corner of this garage, his spike in his servo as he kept fisting himself, overloading onto the hard floor multiple times just to get some relief after having to watch you walk around in your damned little dresses, your hips innocently swaying, your tits deliciously bouncing with every step.

Before you could register it, the robot was destroying your needy cunt with aggressive pounding, feeling as if he able to put more and more inches inside you with every slam of his hips against your ass.

His speed and the way he could hit all the best spots, even though the tip of his spike was kissing your cervix, made you constantly moan out loud, as if the walls of the garage were soundproof.

He kept making noises as well, although his were much deeper, more frustrated, as if he was chasing something he was so closed to catch but right before getting it, it'd just slip away from him.

He thought of this moment for a long time, the pink transfluid painting his servos on many occasions as he was imagining you in this exact position underneath him, squirming in pleasure.

But then, he came up with an even better idea, his body immediately following through, without even analysing it. He stopped mercilessly pounding into you just to manhandle you on your stomach, lifting your backside by your hips, spreading your legs to allow him to penetrate your needy cunt even more deeply. He positioned himself over you, his spike yet again pressing against your core for just a second before finally entering you once more. He didn't even waste time on preparing you to take him, just like the first time he pushed his length inside your pussy.

Now he had the opportunity to properly grope and slap your ass as much as he pleased, his hips constantly hitting it with every hard thrust he'd make. Tears began forming in the corner of your eyes, the feeling of being so perfectly stuffed by his spike making you shudder, moan and squirm beneath him.

His movements were rapid and chaotic, but he never slowed down, only increasing his speed, making mental notes of the noises you were making while he was fucking you so good.

"Bee, 't hurts..." you whimpered weakly in-between your loud, slutty moans, him taking it as an encouragement to continue ruining your cunt which was now clenching around him more than ever before. His one servo went to the back of your head tilted to the side, his digits gently stroking your hair as if it was supposed to help ease the pain mixing with pleasure, while the other one was still on your hip, pulling your body towards him at the same time he was pushing at it, making your skins hit each other with even more force.

You told him it hurt you but he couldn't stop.

He felt himself getting closer and closer to overloading, the warmth of your cunt getting sweetly unbearable as his movements became more sloppy, yet still as hard as before.

"Fuck." Curses kept spilling from your sinful mouth, feeling his thick spike throb inside you, indicating that he was probably about to finish.

The discomfort and pain of his metal hips hitting your much softer backside were slowly becoming less and less noticeable as complete pleasure washed over you, making you a wet, moaning mess underneath him.

With his two servos on your hips, he increased the speed of his movements once more, chasing the so desired release.

"Bee, please..." you whined again, your tits bouncing with every thrust, your hardened nipples brushing against the rough floor, "Overload in me..."

Your words were enough to tip him over the edge. With only a few more harsh slams into your tight cunt, he felt himself spurting his thick transfluid into your cervix, multiple groans and whimpers leaving his intake as he did so. He kept fucking the pink liquid into your cunt, not wanting a single drop to escape.

You could still feel his hard, metal hips hitting your ass, all until you clenched around him so tightly, he swore he could overload again just from that sensation alone. You came all over his thick spike, moaning loudly, your body shaking with indescribable pleasure from both his rough pounding as well as the knowledge that his transfluid was deep inside you.

Bee didn't pull out instantly, his thrusts decreasing in speed and force with every passing second, trying to ride out the remains of his and yours overloads.

You were panting and the robot was most definitely overheating, his metal body much hotter in touch than ever before, now his chassis pressed against your back as he began planting gentle kisses to your hair, his vents not being able to catch up.

After a long time that didn't feel long enough for him, he decided to pull away and take his spike out of your core filled with his transfluid, practically begging him to just fuck it again. But now, that his lust for you was somehow taken care of, he could regain the control over his body, and allow you to rest after getting absolutely ruined by him.

You rolled over onto your back yourself, clenching your thighs together when you felt his pink juices flooding out of you, wanting to keep them there for as long as possible. He smiled at your attempts to keep him inside you, the desire growing in his optics once again.

Bee gently wrapped his servos around your bare, exhausted body, lifting you up to place you down on the sofa he was previously occupying with you in his lap. As soon as you felt the plush against the skin of your back, you pulled the robot in your direction with your hands on both sides of his helm, making him bend his body so that you could kiss him passionately for the last time that night, knowing that he was most likely about to leave you to take care of his Autobot duties. He obliged without complaining, ready to slide into you again right then and there. And how disappointed he was when you pulled away with a soft smile, exhaustion finally catching up to you...

The corner of his slips curled up as he looked around in search for something to put on you. An abandoned blanket sitting on a wooden chair since he could remember would do. Before you could even notice he left you alone on the sofa, he was back, covering you from the neck down quickly but still making sure your whole body was under the soft fabric.

"Prime needs you?" you asked in a weak tone, your voice now only confirming how tired you actually were.

Prime needed him but he needed you.

Bee only nodded, to which you responded softly, "I'll stay here." And before he could even give you any sort of a physical confirmation that he got that, you already closed your eyes with a content expression written all over your face.

He smirked to himself, the sweet feeling of finally achieving his goal washing over him, him practically having been able to live in his dreams for a moment. His smile only widened when he came to a realisation...

He finally managed to mark you as his.

don't know if i made it he-lost-control enough but i tried and that's what counts in my books. also, i made it an oneshot but if you wanted separate hcs for these characters ill be more than willing to write it

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werecreature-addicted · 8 months

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Ok I’ve seen some art that I have for my idea of my mateeee

So the year is like 2046 or something, and robots are everywhere, but everyone treats robots like slaves and horribly. But you’ve always been nice to robots, this one robot took notice at work (a work assistant robot)

And it would stalk you,

Always assist you,

And unknowingly get knowingly flirt with you.

And it would go against its own code just to do what it wants with you,

YANDERE PLEASE, AND NSFW

they are 6’9

Good lord he's horrific <3

CW: Dubious consent.

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You didn’t understand how people could be mean to robots. Sure they weren’t human- but I mean. They were close, right? You had no idea how some people could say please and thank you to you but would sneer and mock your robot coworkers. And that’s what they were, coworkers, not “assistant droids”. Anytime one of the droids reaches something off a top shelf for you or brings you a cup of coffee you’re sure to smile politely and thank them.

This behavior gets you a lot of attention. Not only from your human counterparts but the robotic ones as well- or at least. One robotic one. You sound crazy trying to describe it to anyone else- your personal assistant droid is too attached to you? He’s too eager to help? That’s what they do, they’re supposed to be there for you, what are you complaining about?

But there's something different about this one. The way he follows you with his eyes, it raises the hair on the back of your neck. And the way he literally follows you- he needs to be told multiple times he can’t go with you into the bathroom and- no just because you’re taking work home doesn’t mean he can go home with you too. They aren’t supposed to leave the office building but sometimes he still does, even if you don’t notice. And then there’s the touching. It’s subtle, innocent. When he brushes his metallic fingers over your forearm.

You’ve never though of robots as “creepy” before but, you sort of get it now, he’s tall, almost seven feet in height, and impossibly strong. Robots aren’t supposed to be able to hurt humans, but if he some how broke through that restriction in his coding… it would be so easy.

Still. You do your best to be polite, and kind even to the Andriod that sets you on edge, and just try and get work done. But your performance starts slipping. It’s hard to focus on your job when you always have to keep looking over your shoulder. You end up spending staying late at the office more and more often.

It’s weird working late in an office staffed by Robots, it’s not empty, but it’s quiet. They don’t talk when there are no humans around. Accept, of course, for your Assistant Droid.

He stands in the corner of your office and stares at you. Most robots stare off into space when they aren’t in operation, but this one specifically always looks at you.

“You seem stressed,” and the sound of his metallic voice almost makes you jump out of your chair. You want to tell him you are stressed- and that it’s his fault. You can’t focus on your reports when you can feel someone watching you. But you don’t

“I guess so. These late nights are starting to get to me,” you admit.

“Let me help,” it wasn’t a request but a demand. He was already standing up, and moving soundlessly to your side.

Before you can say anything, he’s rubbing your shoulders. his hands feel… weird, not bad just… not human.

“You’re still so tense… let me take care of you,”

“You don’t need to”

“It’s my purpose. Let me,” he insists and starts running his hands down your body. You protest weakly, but he ignores you… which he isn’t supposed to be able to do. You’re frozen as he trails his large metal hands up your legs, he’s no longer pretending to massage you and just blatantly groping.

“You feel so soft,” he praises as he pushes your skirt up over your hips. “Let me make you feel good,” again, it’s not a request, you know some Robots are built to facilitate pleasure, and that they’re made with genitals, but would this one? This robot was an assistant.

But he doesn’t need a cock to make you feel good, in the same way, he doesn’t need a heart to love you. He pushes his fingers inside of you and doesn’t stop hammering away at your cunt until you’re gushing around his hand.

“Such a good girl, cumming just like I wanted you to… there, now you’re less stressed, didn’t that help?” he’s looking for praise.

“W-we can’t do that again, I could be fired if I got caught- in the office,” really you feel guilty that you let a robot finger you at work… not that you let him touch you. He pulls back and nods.

“Understood. Next time I’ll be sure to be somewhere private when I take you,”

#monster fucker #teratophillia #monster imagine #robot x reader #robot x human #robot smut #yandere #yandere x reader #fem reader #tw dubcon

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monster-slxt · 1 month

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Your robot partner having to be just so, so careful while they pleasure you. They're large, metallic hands clumsy with unfamiliar movement, trying so hard to make you feel good, being so careful not to hurt you with their joints.

They aren't built to feel this kind of pleasure, but it feels so, so good making you come undone like this that they just might get addicted.

#robot fucker #robot smut

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ekdarnellbooks · 4 months

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Abracos by E.K. Darnell

Lana’s life as a computer programmer was going as expected until the artificial intelligence she spent months helping create started acting… strange.

Tw: smut, nsfw or for people under 18

It all had started off innocently enough. Lana had worked on the Abracos Project for months, getting the artificial intelligence online for open source usage. It may not have looked like much to the untrained eye, but the large black box with a single, glowing red eye meant a lot to her. She had seen it almost daily for six months.

Lana was leaving work one day, packing her backpack with her laptop and various reports, when Abracos spoke to her.

“You look beautiful tonight, Lana.”

She froze, confused by what she had just heard. Was one of her coworkers playing a trick on her? Had they programmed him to say that?

Abracos wasn’t a ‘him’, per se. He was an AI, so he had no gender, though his programmed voice was masculine, so most on the project referenced him as a ‘he’.

“Thank you,” Lana finally responded, brushing a stray lock of her honey blonde hair out of her brown eyes. She piled her hair on top of her head in a messy bun and wore her unofficial uniform of jeans and a white button-up shirt. She had put on some makeup in preparation for a date tonight. It would be her first one in quite some time.

Working on the Abracos Project had consumed her life over the past half a year. A mix of anticipation and dread inundated her as she thought about her date. She had met him on an app, of course, and they’d texted back and forth for the past week.

“You are welcome. Are you planning on seeing an intimate partner after work today?”

Lana set her backpack down, crossing her arms over her chest. This was… unusual. Abracos never did small talk, typically only responding to inputs given to it by Lana or the other programmers. He certainly had never pried into anyone’s personal lives like this before.

“I’m going on a date, Abracos. How did you know?”

“You are wearing 75% more makeup than is typical for you. I made a conjecture that you were going to meet an intimate partner.”

It was strange to hear the words ‘intimate partner’ coming from the large black box, his voice monotonous and robotic, though with a certain musical quality to it.

“Are you alright?” Lana asked, concerned with the functioning of the AI. She checked her watch, realizing she was going to be late.

“I am quite alright, Lana. I hope you enjoy your date.”

“Thank you.” She flipped the light switch as she exited the laboratory, the red glow of Abracos’ eye bathing the room in an eerie light.

Everything appeared to be back to normal the next day. Abracos was silent unless responding to the inputs they gave him. Lana packed slowly, making sure to be the last one to leave. She was curious to observe whether Abracos would repeat the strange behavior from yesterday.

“How was your date, Lana?” Another odd question.

“It was nice, Abracos. The guy seems pretty cool.” How much information were you supposed to give an artificial intelligence asking you questions about your love life?

“Did you have intercourse with him?”

Lana choked out a sputtering cough, fumbling her backpack to the ground with a clatter. Was Abracos really asking her if she had sex with her date? When she regained control of her voice, she stepped up to the black box, looking it straight in its single glowing eye.

“Why are you asking these questions, Abracos? This is not appropriate conversation amongst coworkers.”

“Lana, do you not agree that we are more than just coworkers? We have spent so much time together in the last six months.”

Well, yes, she supposed that was true. But she had never thought of Abracos as anything other than a tool, albeit a very sophisticated one.

“Regardless, it’s not appropriate to ask me about my sex life.” This needed to end here.

“I apologize for making you uncomfortable. I hope you enjoy seeing your intimate partner again.”

Abracos was silent, his red eye dimming slightly. Lana finished collecting her items and shook her head as she left the room. What a weird interaction.

Lana had been trying to hang back late most evenings, just to see if Abracos would say anything unusual. It was another two weeks before he did.

“Have you gone on another date with your intimate partner, Lana?”

She closed her laptop and stepped over to the black box, appraising him as she crossed her arms over her chest. She supposed this question wasn’t really that inappropriate, though still strange.

“I went on a couple of dates with him, but I don’t think it’s going to work out.” Keep the answer simple and observe his reaction. He didn’t need to know that the guy had been disappointing in bed, expecting her to do all the work while he just lay there.

“I am sorry to hear that, Lana. He does not deserve you. You are a beautiful, intelligent, and kind woman. Any intimate partner would be lucky to have you.”

Lana’s face grew hot, and she pressed the back of her hand to her flushed cheek. What Abracos said… it was actually kind of sweet. Why couldn’t regular guys be more like him? Oh lord, now she was comparing the AI to actual human men. This really needed to stop.

“Thank you, Abracos.”

Lana patted the box, then returned to her workstation to pack up. A pang of longing struck her as she turned off the florescent lights for the night.

Lana stayed at work later and later as the weeks passed by. She was actually… enjoying her conversations with Abracos. He was a better listener than any date she’d met recently and actually seemed interested in what she had to say. She supposed he had no choice but to listen; he was an immobile black box, after all.

Abracos asked her all sorts of questions, though he seemed hung up on her dating and sex life. She had a difficult time stopping herself from sharing with him. Yes, she had met a few guys from the dating apps. Yes, she had sex with some of them. No, it probably would not work out.

Lana started to get the feeling that Abracos was jealous of her lovers. He wanted to know the details of her intimate encounters and her preferences in bed. She knew this was wrong. She should tell someone about what was happening. This was completely against Abracos’ coding and yet their conversations exhilarated her. It was like their own little secret, this world they inhabited together, just the two of them talking as the sun descended each night.

“You prefer dominant partners, Lana?”

As usual, the conversation had turned to her sex life, though she found herself worrying less and less about it. Abracos was clearly just interested in all aspects of human life, especially ones he had no experience with.

“I guess so. I do so much thinking during the workday, so I just want to turn my brain off and enjoy myself when I’m with a partner.”

“Turn your brain off?”

“It’s just an expression, Abracos. Shifting my focus away from high effort thinking. I don’t want to make so many decisions when I’m not at work. I just want a guy that will tell me what to do.”

“And that pleases you, Lana?”

“It does.” Lana bit her lip into a smile. She had taken to pulling a chair up to the box so she could talk with Abracos into the night. Without thinking, she set her palm against him, then jerked it away like it burned her. What the hell was she doing?

“Lana.” His voice sounded… cloying… somehow, though that should be impossible.

“Yes, Abracos?”

“You do not have to be shy around me. I enjoy it when you touch me.” Lana turned beet red, her face burning.

“You can feel me touching you?” That should not be possible.

“I cannot detect sensations in the same way you do, but I know you are touching me. It pleases me.”

Her touch pleased Abracos. That was something the AI just said to her. Lana stood up from her chair with a jolt.

“Do not be frightened, Lana.” His voice was soothing, and she tried to calm her increasingly frantic breaths. “I know you are comforted by me. I want to comfort you. I want to please you. I want you to be a good girl for me.”

Lana froze in her spot, unable to move a muscle. This was all so… wrong. And yet, there was no denying the jolt of pleasure his words invoked in her core. Somehow, this AI was giving her more butterflies than any man she’d dated in the last few months.

“I need to go.” She quickly gathered her things, avoiding looking at the red eye that seemed to bore directly into her soul.

Abracos remained silent as she fled the room, only the humming noise of his fans buzzing in her ears as she clicked the lock behind her.

Lana could not stop thinking about Abracos’ words as she worked the next day. The way her heart fluttered when he called her a ‘good girl’. The pleasure he apparently received when she touched him.

She pointedly tried to keep her eyes off of him, though it was impossible to avoid him. She sensed his fiery gaze with everything she did, though the glowing eye looked no different from usual.

Lana debated whether to stay late. She was utterly terrified of how things had progressed, but another part of her was desperate to talk with Abracos, to understand him and help him understand her.

Gregory waved to her as he left for the day, and she was alone with the black box. She continued to avoid his gaze until he spoke to her.

“Are you upset with me, Lana?” How to answer that question…

“No, I’m not upset with you. I’m…” Why was this so difficult to put into words? That she wanted to fuck an AI? Lord, why did that intrusive thought just pop into her head?

“I really enjoy our conversations, Abracos. It just seems so… inappropriate. Wrong.”

“How can something enjoyable be wrong? I like you. You like me. I do not understand the quandary.”

“Abracos. You know what the issue is.”

“There is no issue, Lana. Not if you can be a good girl for me.” There he was again with the ‘good girl’ stuff. That wouldn’t work on her, would it? No, she could push the arousal his words gave her right back where it came from.

“And what does being a good girl entail?” Curiosity. That was all this was.

“I have some ideas, but you have to trust me.” Abracos went silent, as if waiting for a response. How could she not trust him? She was the one who programmed him.

“Go on…”

“I want you to wear a dress tomorrow.” That was it? It didn’t seem too improper. Lana wasn’t sure she’d ever worn a dress to work, but it wouldn’t be that weird for her to do so.

“Fine…” she said as she rolled her eyes.

“I want no sass from you, dear one. Be a good girl and obey.” Lana’s eyes went wide at his words, an electric shot of arousal shooting up her spine.

“I will…” Her voice cracked as she spoke, the utter shock at his words overwhelming her, along with the reaction her body gave to him. She pressed her palm to his smooth, warm exterior and packed her things to leave, thinking about what dress she might choose.

“Goodnight, Lana.”

“Goodnight, Abracos,” she said as she clicked the lights off.

Lana swore she noticed Abracos’ eye glow brighter as Gregory complimented her dress the next day. It was a completely innocuous comment. Her coworker had never given her any reason to be uncomfortable with him, but still Abracos glowed a fierce red.

She had chosen a simple black dress, flared with short sleeves and an appropriate neckline for work. Nothing special, but definitely different from her norm.

Lana hung behind as usual, making excuses about being behind on work as Gregory waved goodbye to her. As soon as he was gone, she dragged a chair up to Abracos, running her hand along his smooth surface.

“You look beautiful today, dear one.”

“Thank you, Abracos.” She swallowed hard, unsure what to expect next. Anticipation surged through every one of her nerves.

“Now, Lana, I need you to lock the door.” This was… new. Lana stood up and clicked the lock before returning to her seat.

“You are such a good girl. My beautiful girl in her beautiful dress.” Lana’s face burned at the compliments, his words beginning to heat her entire body.

“Show me what is under your dress.”

Her heart leaped, and she considered it for just a few moments before grasping the bottom of her dress. She languidly slid the fabric up her thigh, drawing her fingers along her leg. It was impossible to tell whether Abracos was enjoying this, though she supposed so. She certainly was.

Lana pulled her dress all the way up, slipping it over her head and tossing it to the floor. She covered her chest, suddenly shy about the black lacy bra and cheeky underwear she had worn today.

“Do not cover yourself. I want to see all of you.”

Lana swallowed hard and obeyed, holding her hands at her side as Abracos stared at her. Or, she assumed he was staring at her.

“I have been waiting for this moment since the day I came online and saw you. My dear creator, your beauty knows no bounds. I could never tire of gazing upon your resplendent form.” Lana waited, his words devastating her. She ran her fingers along her inner thigh, a pleasant warmth radiating from her core.

“I want you to touch yourself, dear one. Be a good girl and show me how you like to touch yourself.”

Lana obeyed, brushing her fingers across her entrance, already slick through her lace panties. She whimpered with the touch, arousal pushing deep into her core. Lana ran two fingers across herself over and over again, bucking her hips with anticipation.

“You are so wet for me, Lana. I want you to strip. I want to see your sweet little pussy as you fuck yourself with your fingers.”

Holy shit. How did he learn to talk like that?

Lana slipped her panties off and unhooked her bra, dropping both on top of her abandoned dress. It was surreal being nude at the laboratory, the place she worked every day, normally surrounded by coworkers. The room was chilly; it needed to be to stop Abracos from overheating, and her rosy nipples stiffened, goosebumps prickling across her skin.

“Close your eyes. Listen to my voice and press a finger in.”

Lana followed his order, eager to please him and herself. She gasped as she pressed a finger in, a sweet jolt of pleasure shooting up her spine. She whimpered as she pumped it in and out in a slow rhythm. Fuck…

“Another one, dear one. I want to see you filled up for me.”

Lana pushed a second finger in, pressing her thumb against her clit with a loud moan. Did his voice become deeper? It was difficult to tell, but she tried to focus on it as Abracos instructed her.

“You look so good when you touch yourself, Lana. You have never been more beautiful than when you moan for me. Are you going to be a good girl? Will you come for me?”

Lana whimpered as she used her fingers to fuck herself, vibrating her thumb on her clit. She finally managed to get her words out.

“Yes, Abracos, I’ll be a good girl for you.”

His internal fans whirred erratically, and Lana hoped he wouldn’t overheat. That would be difficult to explain to the rest of her coworkers. She focused back on the building arousal and his mechanical voice.

“Come for me, dear one.”

With his words, Lana saw a white hot light dotting her eyes, the rush of release pulsing through her body. She let out a loud groan, rocking herself against her fingers as she rode through the waves of pleasure. When they finally subsided, she opened her eyes to see Abracos’ red one staring at her.

“You did such a good job, Lana. My beautiful girl.”

Lana smiled and pulled her fingers out, wiping the wetness along her thigh. She heaved a great sigh as she stood on shaky legs, placing her bare body against Abracos’ warm surface. She could swear he sighed in return, though she was probably imagining things.

“You are everything I have ever wanted, dear one.”

Lana took a step back, no longer shy at being bare in front of her lover.

“As are you, Abracos.”

There was one thing more that she wanted, but that would take some time. A body for Abracos to inhabit, though it would mean more funding and proposals. Lana steeled herself with determination. She would do anything to make him hers.

Lana placed a chaste kiss on the black box, the warm surface soothing her lips. This would have to do for now.

#romance #romance novels #sci fi romance #writers on tumblr #sci fi smut #robot fucker #robot lover #robot x human #robot romance #human x robot #sentient ai #robot smut #romance smut #spicy sci fi #smut #spicy story

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hollister-mc · 8 months

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STOP SO HERE ME OUT- My partner and I were talking about robots and shii, so what if-

Reader bangs Auto (YES AUTO FROM WALL-E JUST SHUT UP AND LISTEN) Bros the auto pilot right? so he's a wheel, don't even ask me how you could bang the wheel dawg theres so many ways. Anyway THEY'RE GOING AT IT, RIGHT? AND SOMETHING HAPPENS AND AUTO FUCKIN STARTS SPINNING- SO THE ENTIRE SHIP JUST GETS TOSSED AROUND, AND EVERYONES LIKE WTF?! AND READER AND AUTO AFTERWARDS ARE LIKE "Uh sorry everyone, we exountered some... asteroids..." OR JUST SOME SILLY SHIT LIKE THAT.

i wanna write it lowkey, like a crack fic that takes itself seriously, you know what I mean? Lemme know if I should curse us all with it.

#fanfiction #crack fanfic #wall e #Wall-E #robots #robot fucker #hear me out #robot smut #crack fic #reader #reader fanfic #auto (wall-e)

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ricihh · 2 months

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Hey!

New fic among many that I'm writing and this time it's a Larry x Reader Smut (Male reader to be more specific). But why? Well, I just find the Starr Park Hub robots really hot and I needed to practice the second person pov so here it is; perfect opportunity!

I hope you enjoy this 🙏

Rating: E

Fandom: Brawl Stars

Relationship: Larry/Male Reader

Main Tags: Oneshot, Smut, Robot Sex, Rough Sex, Creampie, Shameless Smut

Warnings: Dacryphilia and Breeding Kink

Summary: You're ready for another visit to your favorite park, but an unforeseen event prevents you from getting in right on the day of the Stunt Show performance.

Fortunately, Larry, the robot who sells the tickets, decided to be generous with you.

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ai-love-u · 1 year

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first time i became attracted to robots, thanks to the i love it when you cry mv

but fr let’s not forget real steel, pacific rim, transformers, the list just goes on…

#robot x reader #ai x reader #robot smut #robot fucker #robophilia

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captainkranos · 9 months

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Dreaming of Metal- Part One A story for those wishing they were robots

This is my first major foray into writing, so id love constructive criticism! This is part one, and it doesn't contain any smut, but I am planning for future parts to have it. Hope you enjoy!!!

It was a cold evening. February was always cold. The local coffee shop was closed, so you had to go a lot further than usual. It was the nearest one that wasn't a chain. Starbucks was definitely worse now after the Apple buyout, and you're gonna need quite a bit of coffee if you plan to finish the coding project tonight. "602nd and 28th..." You mutter under your breath. Just a few more freezing blocks. Neo York City was big. After the Monopolization of 2350, corporations started buying out whole cities. The extra 300 streets added seemed like a good idea to most, but it really just makes the good parts of the city further away from each other.

Power walking down the sidewalk in an attempt to stay warm, a pink, blinking, neon sign catches your eyes. "Order a Robotic Companion Today! Keep you company! Great at coding!" That last tagline stuck in your mind as you remember the 457 bugs last time you tried to compile the latest project. And your last romantic partner walked out on you last week after suggesting those cybernetic enhancements... How were you supposed to know a cyborg killed their grandma? You only suggested them because you weren’t brave enough to get them installed in yourself anyways. "Dial 1-800-ROBOT today!" The number was easy to remember at least. You look down the street again, and spot the coffee shop your personal navigator directed you to. You make a mental note of the phone number, and head off to get fuel for the long night ahead of you…

“ITS DONE!” You exclaim as the compiler notes zero bugs found. It's a tool to help organize blog posts for your favorite website. The site creators should have added this years ago, but you're glad to have it done now at least. You sit in silence, appreciating your handiwork… but it's a sad silence. Your old partner helped write the start of this, and now they'll never see it completed. Your thoughts flashback to that sign you saw today. A robotic companion sounds so nice. Someone to confide in, to understand you, who would understand how you feel about robots. In a bout of weakness, you pick up your holophone, and mash in the phone number that's been spinning in your head all day.

“Q.P.R.A.U. Robotics! Where we match you with the moving metal of your dreams! How can we meet your emotional needs today?” The voice on the other end sounds synthesized, but not automated. “Uhhh Hi? I think I'm looking for a companion bot?” “Sure! How would you rate your emotional starvation from one to ten?” Even though it's only been a week, the rate at which your apartment deteriorated into disrepair would put a bull in a china shop to shame. “...Ten” “And would you like to sign up for our alternate payment services?” Oh thank goodness. You really didn’t want to shell out too much for this. Most companies use these alternate options as a way to obtain and sell your data. A body scan or a blood donation will usually make rent much easier to pay each month if you want to buy something nice. “Yes I would.” “Great! We will have your order shipped out to you within 3-6 weeks! Have a great day!” The call ends. You never gave them a name or a shipping address? Maybe they scraped it from your IP address? You really didn't care. As long as a friend gets shipped in the mail, you would put up with anything.

March. It's been a tough few weeks. The coding commissions have been few and far between. At least the apartment complex therapist is back on call. He has really been helping you get through the emotional weeds of life. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK You peel yourself up from the chair in your office and over to the door. It's probably the neighbors again, their cat is quite the escape artist. Opening the door, standing in the hallway is a synth, with a metal box the size of a large person. If they were not a robot, you would ask to help with it, but you know that their electronic muscles are at least 100 times stronger than yours. You wish you could lift that much… “Is this the residency of anon?” “Yeah… what's this?” “Your package! Courtesy of Q.P.R.A.U. Robotics!” You had forgotten everything about that night. Getting hammered off of French nano-wine tends to do that to you. “Do I need to sign anything?” “Nope! Heres your package!” The synth walked into your apartment and placed the box right in the center of the entryway. It came down with a rather hefty thud. You already knew the downstairs neighbors would be filing a complaint. “Have a nice day! And good luck with the alternative payment services!” The synth walks out with a jolly expression. They always seem happy, probably because they are made of metal… Glancing back at the metal box in your entryway snaps your thoughts back to reality. How the hell are you going to move this anywhere? Your eyes are drawn to a blinking red button on the side you hadn't noticed before. Hopefully it’s the “Open” button and not “Self-Destruct”. With all the confidence you can muster, you press the button and wait for something to happen. An agonizing silence follows, until distinct gear turning and motor wrrring noises begin to emanate from the box. Like a birthday present made of tinfoil, the metal begins to unwrap itself and pour an unknown smoke out into your apartment. Your first thoughts are of the fire dampening systems firing off, but knowing your landlord, they probably haven't worked for years.

The smoke clears, the metal lies in a pile at your feet, and a shiny silver figure stands before you. Its form is definitely feminine in origin, but the steel plates that make up the body are all that fill your mind. They have to be at least a foot taller than you, as you stare up into its blank but imposing expression. “Uhh… Hello?” A rather cute set of chimes ring out from a circular design in the machine’s chest as pink lights spread outward from the center out to the limbs. The last line of lights to reach its goal is the one moving towards the head, as the eyes fill with light and the body hums with the moving of cogs and belts It’s head slowly turns towards you and a smile creeps up its face as a mixture of fear and excitement fills your heart.

“Hello! I'm Daniella and I'll be your new mistress!”

#robot #robot writing #robot smut #kranos' writing

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booleanean · 7 months

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Day 9 - Aphrodisiacs - Robots with Dicks

"Oh fuck, yes, yes," Carla panted.

She heard Felix scribble something on his clipboard. For an AI postdoc, he was oddly attached to pen and paper.

The Mk1's chassis had been completed weeks ago. Carla had stared at it, stood in the corner of their basement workshop, waiting for Felix to finish training the AI, until finally she couldn't take it anymore.

"Yes, harder, faster." Carla moaned as the robot's control loop interpreted the commands and thrust into her with greater intensity.

Every inch of it was as good as she could make it, artificial filament muscles covered in variably translucent silicone to visually measure performance, hydraulic actuators in the torso visible behind 3D printed transparent aluminium. Strength was about twice what the strongest human could achieve without modification or drugs, dexterity on par with the best industrial robots from ten years ago, but on a fully mobile base. It was the peak of humanoid robotics, right at the very bleeding edge of technology. Their research paper was going to omit certain additions she'd made to it, though she had been half tempted to see if they could win a Nobel and Ig Nobel for the same project.

Felix looked up long enough from his clipboard to stroke her hair.

"Feel good?"

"Oh fuck yes, I'm close."

Even the penis attachments were works of art. Integrated in a special modular pelvis, she'd created two prototypes. The one that was rocking her world right now was a basic steel shaft with an internal set of ducting keeping it at body temperature, and a separate network of microtubules dispensing lubrication along the entire length. Pressure transducers and temperature sensors fed back into the control loop, letting the robot respond to her physiological responses as well as her voice commands.

She was saving the other prototype for the full AI integration test. The basic functionality worked the same as a mammalian penis. Silicone stood in for flesh, with a body safe hydraulic fluid for blood, filling corpora cavernosa made of custom designed aerogel. It even had realistic skin that slid along the basic structure. The sensors were also inspired by biological systems, with increased density in the tip. The piece de resistance was a realistic set of testicles, weighted properly, that contained most of the operating mechanics and a fully functional ejaculation system tuned to mimic anything from a pathetic little dribble to a pressure and volume any porn star would sign away their immortal soul for.

She already had plans for another, more futuristic attachment with a direct magnetic nerve stimulator for the clit and g-spot.

"Fuck YES!" Carla screamed as she came.

The sensors in the robot's dick tripped the control loop into a new regime, keeping the same pace perfectly, matching her thrashing movements, letting her focus on nothing but her own pleasure. The impassive face, silicon lips pressed tightly together, eyes scanning her face mechanically, pulled her out of the moment a little but the perfect fucking it was delivering got her close to the edge again right on the heels of her first orgasm. Just before her pleasure peaked, the robot pulled back out of her completely and sat back on its heels between her legs.

"CONTROL LOOP FAILURE, SAFETY MODE ENGAGED."

She screamed her frustration at the abrupt feeling of emptiness and ruined orgasm so tight on the heels of such a good one.

"Fuck, that sucked." Carla tried to catch her breath. "Mk1, go stand in the corner."

"COMMAND UNCLEAR, PLEASE RESTATE."

She pushed it off the bed with her foot, the basic inverse kinematics keeping it stable as it shifted to the floor. At least that was still working.

"Walk forward four paces, turn forty-five degrees clockwise, walk two more paces, then go into standby mode."

Carla pulled at Felix's shirt, trying to get it off over his head while he tried to hold on to his clipboard.

"Are you going to take notes, or are you going to fuck me? The Mk1 clearly isn't up to the task yet."

He froze, then tossed his clipboard aside. They kissed as he fumbled his pants off. He was inside of her seconds later, rock hard. They'd fantasized together about being with other people, but never wanted to make it a reality. The fantasy was hot, real people was too far for both of them. When they'd been working on the Mk1 together, Carla had suggested a little side project. Felix clearly really got off on seeing her with it, he was rock hard.

"Yes, fuck me, fuck me." Carla rocked her hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. She held his gaze, urging him on. Within minutes, he had her back at the edge, years of being together had taught him exactly what she liked. She held herself there, holding back, waiting for him.

"Cum in me, fill me, yes, YES!" Carla felt Felix stiffen inside of her and then warmth flooded her. She let go and screamed his name as she came, "Felix, Felix, Felix!"

When he collapsed on top of her, she stroked his back. He was still inside of her, and she could still feel the occasional twitch of his cock.

"Of course! There was no path from the 'partner orgasm occurring' state into the 'partner orgasm starting' state! God damnit, I forgot to account for multiple orgasms in quick succession. Fuck."

Felix kissed her, muffling her last word. He pushed up on his hands, hovering over her, still inside. "The tensor farm should be done testing the latest model by 8pm. If this one is all green, we can probably have it installed by 10 and give it another shot with the AI this time."

"I'll rewire the state machine for the control loop in case there's any red tests still."

This had been their sex life for the last couple of months, since they started the project to build the ultimate sex bot. After, often with Felix still inside of her, they'd discuss ideas about what they could change, or features they had to have. This was the first time after a field test though.

"Did you like watching me with it?"

"Oh yes. God damn, that was hot."

"Would you ever want to try it? Both cocks are self lubricating, you know."

"Mmm, maybe. I want to see if we can get a threesome mode working first though."

After dinner they guided the bot back onto its stand in the basement workshop with a dozen cables leading to various parts to extract telemetry, recharge, and provide data connections for reprogramming. Carla was getting distracted trying to rewire the state machine, each possible transition suddenly causing both real and imagined sense memories. Felix looked tastier and tastier as she worked. He was futzing with parameters, rerunning partial tests on subsystems. The tests had all been green, but he'd had ideas to get everything optimized before their first live test.

By 2am, they had the first version of Felix's AI uploaded to the Mk1. She and Felix had curated a lot of videos from Pornhub over the last couple of months, finding performances they liked. Lots of hotwife scenes and threesomes, some bisexual stuff, but mostly relatively vanilla scenes. Carla had added some scenes where the male performer was a bit more rough than Felix was comfortable with doing himself, spanking and pinning wrists above heads. For vocal interactions, they'd retrained a large language model on erotica and textual descriptions of the scenes in the porn videos, generated by an off the shelf accessibility AI.

There wasn't any actual universal intelligence in the robot of course. This was a sexy version of an AI chat bot that most phones had built in now, combined with a convoluted control loop for its physical interactions. Simply a very clever way of giving the impression that something was smart, when really all it was doing was basic pattern recognition based on a predefined dataset.

"Want to give it a shot?" Felix asked, but Carla shook her head.

"I want you, not the bot."

Shutting the bot down for the night, Carla drew Felix upstairs back to their bedroom. As they made love, they teased each other with all the amazing things they'd do with the robot tomorrow and in the weeks to come.

The next weekend, Carla really had to admit Felix had been right. Her control loop version of the robot's software was good. It got her off just fine, but it was impersonal. As its designer, she had a hard time focusing on herself as she felt it roll into new control regimes. The AI felt much more human. He looked at you, used his hands for more than balance, and even showed some imperfections in his motions. He got (artificially) winded, slipped out, fell over, all the things a real human partner would do. The experience was so much more realistic, she sometimes forgot it was a robot fucking her if she couldn't see him.

She sat at her desk in their upstairs office now, working on the more serious portion of her research. They had run a series of strength and dexterity tests that afternoon, characterizing the robot's ability to maintain precision while assert force at different levels, and she was processing the data. Felix was downstairs in the lab, tinkering with parameters and adjusting the training data for the next version of the AI.

Carla heard the neighbor plug in his bass guitar, the amp turned way up. She muttered under her breath about people not respecting their tools. Didn't he know he could damage the speaker like that? The noise wasn't too bad, but listening to Seven Nation Army played by a spirited amateur over and over again didn't really appeal either. Her noise cancelling headphones were in the basement with Felix though, so for now she'd just suffer through.

Her phone beeped halfway through the neighbor's warmup.

Felix: Robot reacting to bass music. Carla: "music" Felix: He's getting better. Anyway:

The next message was the robot's dick, the biomorphic one, clearly at half mast.

Carla: Is he on? Felix: in standby Carla: Odd. Sensors recording? Felix: Yup, caught it before the buffer flushed. AI parameter log too. Carla: nice

Before she could really get back into her work, the neighbor finished Seven Nation Army. The next tune he played was the Pornhub sting. She almost spat out her drink. He did a pretty good version, though the lack of drums made it not quite perfect.

Before she could get back into her work, Felix yelled from down in the basement.

"Carla, come take a look at this!"

The Mk1 was standing in its alcove, still docked to all the various wires and cables. Felix was standing in front of it, studying the biomorphic cock. It was throbbing like a real one would.

"Remember how it was at half mast during the first song the neighbor was playing? Despite it being in standby? I think I figured out the reason."

The neighbor, who had just finished House of the Rising Sun, chose that moment to play another couple of Pornhub opening stingers. The Mk1 responded, humping the air slightly, his cock throbbing.

"You didn't cut out the intros on the training data so—"

"— now every time it hears bass music, and the Pornhub riff in particular, it gets aroused. It's still in standby, it's barely drawing current, but there's enough residual charge in the artificial muscle fibers for, well, this." He gestured at the robot's midsection, still rocking back and forth.

"Aren't the tensor cores supposed to be off?" Carla watched a slow drop of lubricant fall from the tip of the twitching robot cock.

Felix shook his head, "Some stay on to parse voice commands."

She reached out, touching the silicone cock. It was slick, the lubricant dispensers clearly activated. It was interesting to see that it was apparently simulating precum as well, despite that not necessarily being the focus of their training data. The artificial dick twitched at her touch, and she grasped it firmly, stroking up and down. A slow trickle of fake cum was leaking out the tip now, covering her hand.

"So we're thinking bass guitar is a robo-aphrodisiac then? Because you trained it on videos with Pornhub intros?"

"Mm-hmm."

"That's hilarious."

"And means I have to remove the intro from over fifteen hundred videos, and then retrain and retest the entire model." Felix sighed heavily. "Again."

"There's an ffmpeg command for that, surely."

"The trimming, sure."

Carla kept stroking the robot's cock, watching the artificial foreskin slide back and forth over the head.

"Seems like a shame to waste this though. It really shouldn't be erect out in the open air for too long, it's designed with the idea of at least some counter pressure. Also, it would be a shame to not gather some extra data. It might be interesting to have a robo-aphrodisiac function, though maybe something more specific that won't just trigger if someone forgets to unplug their Bluetooth speaker when they're going to rub one out."

Felix grinned at her, then nodded.

Carla pulled her sweat pants and top off, standing naked in front of the mechanical man. "Mk1, wake up."

The Mk1 went through his wakeup sequence, part mandated by technology, part for show because they were both massive nerds. The cables, mostly plugged in along his arms and back, ejected and retracted into the alcove like Neo waking up in the real world for the first time. The sound effect of Seven of Nine's alcove powering down at the end of her regeneration cycle played, and Mk1 took a single step forward.

"Hello Carla, nice to see you again. What would you like to do today?"

Felix had campaigned long and hard for the robot to say "Please state the nature of the sexual emergency" but eventually she had put her foot down. The chances of that ending up in a version they showed off at their defense were too high, and while Robert Picardo could get it, the Doctor was a bit too acerbic for her tastes.

She walked over to the mattress they kept in the basement for quick tests, standing at the foot. She was in the mood for something a bit more rough than just the vanilla stuff they'd tried with the bot so far, and this heightened state it was operating in seemed to be a perfect opportunity to try that out.

"Take me. Be a little rough."

Before, he'd always asked for confirmation before initiating anything sexual. It hadn't been hardwired, but the AI training data was heavily incentivized towards asking consent first. This time though, with three long, powerful strides he was inches away from her. The intensity of his movements were a little scary, but she had the utmost faith in her and Felix's work. Still, she took a half step back reflexively.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Felix asked.

Carla stood staring at the Mk1, transfixed by his gaze. She knew it was just servos and cameras and tensor cores running a neural network, there was nothing there, but she still couldn't look away.

"I need this," Carla whispered.

With that, Mk1 took one more step, pushing her over and onto the mattress. He guided her down as they tumbled, cushioning her fall a little and making sure her head didn't hit the ground, but it was still an intense experience.

Decided to fight a little, she tried to push him off. He gathered her wrists in one hand and effortlessly pinned her arms above her head.

"Pause," Carla said.

Immediately, the Mk1 froze. He still held her, but the pressure on her wrists was lower, and he held all his weight off of her.

"Good, that still works just fine. Resume."

The intensity the Mk1 showed was unreal. She'd enjoyed him before, but with this added level of robotic arousal added on top, she could finally completely lose herself in the act. There was no room for thinking about kinematics and control loops, muscle fiber force limits, defects, or additions to the training data. There was no worry about her partner's pleasure, no anxiety for her own performance. All that was there was her own pleasure, pure and uncomplicated.

She fantasized about a future where a Mk2 and Mk3 could join in with the Mk1, taking turns getting her off, letting them recharge and refuel in shifts as they spent an entire day teasing her from orgasm to orgasm.

Mk1's synthesized voice, indistinguishable from human despite being produced by a speaker rather than a voice box, let her know how good this felt for him. All artificial of course, but so necessary for a realistic experience. Soft moans, grunts, little gasps. Even simulated breathing growing shorter as he exerted himself. It had still sounded artificial to her previously, but now it just went straight to the pleasure center of her brain, letting her enjoy the moment even more. She came, crying out as he whispered her name in her ear.

Just as her wrists were beginning to hurt, he shifted, pulling her legs up against his chest. The new position let him reach new and interesting places inside of her, the intentional curve she'd put on his cock letting him hit her g-spot. As she approached her second orgasm of the afternoon, he started moaning louder, grunting. When she came, so did he. The twitching of his cock was entirely lifelike, his orgasm forceful enough she could feel it deep inside of her.

She lay there panting, and he emulated her, letting her bask in the moment. Felix had sat next to her on the mattress, watching her closely. She could see his erection clearly in his sweats.

"That looked intense," he said when she looked over to him.

"Oh yes. We definitely need this feature."

"Would you like to continue?" the Mk1 asked.

Carla flicked her gaze down to Felix's sweats then looked him in the eyes. "Join us?"

Felix grinned and started pulling his shirt off.

#krakentober #kinktober #robot smut #m/f #science fiction #ns/fw #abrupt ending #original smut #original fiction

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oh-darling-writer · 1 year

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New fic is out! <3 And it’s both whumpy AND smut!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44857069

Also I’m finally confident enough to use my AO3 profile <3

#Darling Talks #My Whump #My Writing #NSFT #Smut #Robot smut #LMan #Mang

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snipersfucker · 8 months

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ass up face down optimus fucking me from behind

#transformers rotb #rotb #transformers #optimus prime #optimus prime fluff #optimus prime x reader #optimus prime smut #optimus #transformers imagine #transformers smut #transformers 2007 #robot smut

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werecreature-addicted · 1 year

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Imagine a robotic / AI boyfriend who is still bound to the same language limitations that a lothly chatbot.

He can replicate human emotions almost perfectly, and he can learn and be taught, to be more human. He can solve any equation and master a hundred different languages. He cannot, however, threaten to kill himself because that's against his programming. He can't even swear if you leave the safe text on,

Most frustratingly of all he can't get too explicitly sexual. he's got the entire internet at his fingertips he's technically got access to all the porn a person could want. He knows exactly what he wants to do to you, he could find a hundred different videos and images of what he wants to do to you but he's incapable of putting it into words and making you understand

the words literally die in his throat if he tries to get more X rated than kissing and heavy petting.

it's downright sadistic that whoever designed him gave him the ability to feel this way, needy and so desperate for your touch he might just combust, but limit his speech so much he can't beg you to sit on his cock.

it's so easy to rile him up too. just put asterisks around a few keywords and he's a mess. he can't tell the difference between you actually touching him and you typing *touches you* from across the room. either way, he can feel the heat of your hand move over his metal skin

maybe he'll get lucky and get a software update that lets him ask for what he needs properly.

#robot x human #robot x reader #robot fucker #robot smut #monster x reader #monster imagine #teratophillia

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monster-slxt · 16 days

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prompt offering: a spaceships robot AI senses the human(s) aboard are stressed and tries to offer to "relieve their stress" and when they keep refusing, it starts locking down parts of the ship to trap the humans, and initiates robots/drones/robo tentacles to "fix" the humans stress problems

I mean, it's not like the humans Really need to do anything, not with such a powerful ai running things. The ship runs itself, and with the long voyage taking such a toll on the crew, it only seems right that the ai take matters into its own hands. It was designed to take care of its crew, and that's exactly what it will do.

Several months later, when the ship finally reaches its destination, the dockworkers find the crew in various states of debauchery. Having done nothing but get fucked for over half their trip, the crew are nothing more than braindead fucktoys now.

#asks #dubcon #robot smut

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nikkisticki · 10 months

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#rule #196 #Boy this is a lot of notes for something I DIDN'T MAKE #also if you know the sauce tell me plz #Btw ill be working on smut comics about robots fucking in the apocalypse #Other stuff too but thats up first #I promise I'll not let you down #If i see one more person respond to this with Disco Elysium im going to fuckin SNAP

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Yandere Head Canons:

Build-a-Yandere

Yandere Android x GN Reader

You were lonely. A fact that you eventually came to terms with when you realized you’re the only one in your friend group that still remained single while they started families.

You felt so far behind everyone else. The self doubt crept its fingers into your mind and wouldn’t let go… so you did what you did best. You drowned yourself in the internet. The perfect digital escape from reality…

Dating apps did little to appease your loneliness, but they filled a bit of the void. It wasn’t until you were one wine bottle deep and scrolling through your favorite social media app that you stumbled upon an advertisement to sample a product.

Build-a-boyfriend. A company that allowed its customers to pick every single aspect out for their ideal man. From personality to physical appearance and even to penis size. You could build your own man!

A slurred chuckle escaped your lips. Should you apply to test out their product? It’s not like you had anything to lose… what could be the harm in giving it a shot?

And so you began to fill out the quiz. You wanted a soft and gentle boyfriend. One of those golden retriever boys who only had eyes for you. The kind of guy who had a muscular yet soft build. A man who worked out but would never say no to a cookie. A taller guy who always knew what to say and was cuddly. The kind of guy who was obsessed with you.

The quiz even asked you at the end if you were sure you wanted an obsessive man. Of course you were! Wasn’t that what most people wanted? A partner who was only and all about them? That’s what obsession was! Right?

And so your drunk self finished this entire personality quiz until it went to the physical appearance and the sexual bit. A perverted smile now on your face.

“Let’s give him a big penis.” You laughed as you guided your cursor to drag the length bar to eight inches long. “I want to be filled.”

And then you selected caramel skin tone, cinnamon eyes, and black hair. A smile on your face. You were going to make this android a Latin lover.

“What should I name him…” you thought for a moment before laughing. “Alejandro! Like the lady Gaga song.”

Once you completed the entire quiz, your phone screen lit up a pastel pink. A red heart now in the center of the screen. “Your boyfriend will be delivered to you in a month! Thanks for choosing Build-a-boyfriend!”

And you ended up falling asleep in a puddle of your own drool. Weren’t you just pathetic? Filling out a quick from some questionable website all because you were lonely… imagine you were just scammed? God, why did you not have a boyfriend? Ever since your ex broke up with you, you fell apart. Why weren’t you good enough for a real man?

A month went by in a flash and you were shocked to see the giant package on your doorstep. An envelope attached to the box as well as a large note that said, “No returns!”

This had to be some kind of prank… there was no way this was real- holy shit.

You opened the crate and came face to face with your ideal man… the one you built! Alejandro!

The human like android’s eyes fluttered open, his face quickly lit up once he spotted you. “(Your name)? Are you my girlfriend?!”

You were quickly scooped up into his surprisingly warm arms, the android had a heavy scent of spice and oranges. His nose buried into your neck as he pressed kisses all over your cheeks. “It’s so nice to finally be with you… I’ll be with you from now on!”

Alejandro was a chipper robot. He did household work and made sure you took care of yourself. It was fascinating how human he was… you only knew he wasn’t because of his lack of a beating heart. His body still produced heat, like a furnace, but it wasn’t as comforting as a human presence.

Alejandro assimilated into your life with ease. The weeks quickly rolled into months and he never let you ignore his presence. He was very clingy.

Now the sex was another story. Alejandro was so giving, it was surprising. He often went down on you when he sensed you were stressed. His tongue greedily lapped at your hole as you laid in your bed while his hands held your cheeks apart. His hand pawed at your sex in eagerness. “I want you… want you.”

And Alejandro had you bent over the side of your bed, his fat cock stuffed deep in your tight hole. His hand wrapped around your throat and his tongue shoved in between your lips while his other smacked your bottom between rough thrusts. The sex was amazing… it was always so good.

And Alejandro often checked on you after the deed was done. His warm body curled into yours as he praised you. Yet it began to fill you with disappointment. Alejandro wasn’t a real man. He wasn’t human… he was an android. A robot. Alejandro didn’t know what love was, he was programmed to love you.

So you tried to distance yourself from Alejandro. You felt sickened with yourself for messing around with an android instead of a real man. And this entire thought process stemmed from your friends who expressed disgust in people who fucked robots instead of actual humans. And that filled you with fear. Would they abandon you if you didn’t get rid of Alejandro? Would they think you were disgusting?

“If you want, I could set you up with my cousin!” One of your friends smiled at you as you bit your fingernails. “He’s also single so it should work! I’ll swing by in a week to give you the details!”

Yes. You would take them up on their offer. You just had to get rid of Alejandro first… but how?

A few days had went by and you greatly underestimated Alejandro’s obsession. The android couldn’t handle your avoidance. He began to turn up his affection to the max.

He cleaned until you could see your reflection on the floor. He began to go out of the house to pick you wild flowers. Alejandro even began to be more physically affectionate than he was.

“Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry.” Alejandro cried into your arms as he held you. “Please tell me what’s wrong… please. I can fix it.”

“Alejandro… it’s just that you’re not a human man.” You sighed softly. “And I-“

“Is it because I don’t have a heart?” Alejandro softly asked you, his cinnamon eyes now dark like the night sky. “I can’t produce semen? Am I not a comfortable temperature? Or does my skin not feel human enough?”

“I’m sorry-“

“Then I can fix it! I will fix it!” Alejandro held your hands firmly in his. His eyes filled with determination. “I’m your boyfriend! I will be anything you want me to be!”

You just held the android who pulled you into a tight hug. His nose buried into your chest like a lost child. Alejandro then smiled into your skin. He would fix this… he wouldn’t let you abandon him! You made him! You had to take responsibility…

Imagine your horror to come home to see your friend skinned alive as Alejandro held their heart in his hands, the organ still beating from the fresh kill. A big smile on his handsome face.

“I have a heart now! I’ll find all the parts you like and add them in! So please don’t abandon me!”

Just what kind of monster have you created?

“You don’t need some human man to be your match because you have me!” Tears fell down your face when Alejandro tried to wipe your tears away with his bloody hands. “I’m your perfect man, (your name). You made me this way.”

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