#it had such big wet humanlike eyes

[canisalbus]

Feeling compelled to take a moment to document this saddest looking little dog I saw today.

[running-with-kn1ves]

fem scientist who created a frankstein!reader to have the cherish and love them but reader doesn’t have a care for that wants to explore the real world 🌎

Or

reader with self esteem issues orders a fem!robot off a shady website because reader can’t rizz a real girl

(idk plot wise but can it end in smut? I just want to be loved and caressed by a pretty lady 🥲)

A/N: So real anon... Feeling off about this one, was going to scrap it but I spent too much time trying to FIX it.

CW: Sex Robot GF, NSFW, loser reader

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There she stood, like the life size version of a barbie doll in a box. Only, she was far more bubble-wrapped and covered in styrofoam packing peanuts than a plastic barbie would be. Ripping open the protective layers keeping her pristine were harder than setting the android’s system up itself, its interface automatically connecting to your Wi-Fi and booting up with the click of a button. 

This wasn’t a moment of glory or ravenous hunger-- there was a level of gut-turning excitement in the back of your mind, true, but it was clouded by the insecurity of your purchase. A sex doll? What would your friends think of you when they came over? How the hell would you hide a human-sized being in your tiny bedroom?

No. You wouldn’t allow yourself to be concerned with that-- it was too late. You already paid a year-long warranty and they were keen on no returns. Your neighbors probably thought it was a new fridge, maybe a pre-built bookcase from how big the box was; little did they know the naked woman in your apartment was a top-shelf, silicone-covered, glistening creature of man-made horror that sounded, acted, and mostly looked like a real human. If only her eyes were a little less… uncanny. That might make you feel a bit better about having her lean over you in bed, trying to drag you back in each time you attempted to get up for work-- a lovely, and realistic programming factor that made you feel wanted, desired. 

She could even work in the shower, waterproof and fireproof as shown in a few kitchen mishaps. Despite how many accidents and new challenges you faced with the android, she remained in prime condition, never losing face or acting out of sorts; she was the only constant in your life. And best of all, she performed exactly how you hoped she would. Most of the time.

The smooth flesh of her fingers heated as they lazily rubbed circles over your underwear, slender and long and yearning. Your eyes glazed over while staring at the dim TV, focusing on the hand against your crotch. It didn’t feel right, how desperately she seemed to want you; she wasn’t real, of course not. So why did it feel so good when she kissed your neck with a cute nuzzle and pulled at the zipper of your jeans, her body heating as if there were real veins, and blood pumping beneath her shell? 

“I want to please you..” She’d murmur, awfully humanlike. “You’ve been aroused all day; waiting for me to recharge?” The grin spreading across her face could be heard through each well pronounced syllable; like usual, her intuition was scarily accurate. “Mm, there’s wetness collecting beneath my hands, your heart is beating faster than usual…”

You shift with your legs wider, letting her have easy access to the heat pooling below your stomach. Her fingers had a magic touch you previously only fantasized about-- the real warmth of a woman, of someone who would reciprocate your seemingly loser-like desperation. 

You nodded to her direct question, watching dark eyes scan you for tell-tale signs; the rich brown hid how she planned her next set of moves inside intelligent hardware. She noticed the way your palms grew sweaty, biting your lips as you kept thinking of hers, your eyes half-lidded as she kept swirling her finger over that one spot…

“How do you want it,” She asked, unconsciously sultry with a cautious hand pressing deeper against you. “Hard, soft… You seem particularly worked up today.”

“Please just…” You sounded like a bumbling virgin compared to her lustful sultriness, fumbling. “I don’t want to talk about it, just give me this.”

Her disbelieving look left you feeling sheepish, but still she pulled her hair back into a sloppy ponytail, keeping your gaze with scrutiny as the hair tie hung from her mouth. She wasn’t going to give up that easily.

 “That’s what I’m here for,” She drifts your damp underwear to your knees, leaving a trail of slick as it peeled from you. “To help, and to listen. So, go on.” 

‘Listening’ was a choice word to use, as she slid down in between your bare legs, licking her lips.

Her mouth hovers over your sex, hot breath fanning as she looks up at you, her pupils unnaturally large. You wait for her to begin, but she keeps herself there-- watching. Was she really going to make you talk about your crappy remote job?

“I said go on.” 

You felt her dip down tongue-first before you realized what she was doing-- thrusting the wet, mechanical muscle inside as it curled up, caressing the sides of your walls with a gentle harshness. 

The involuntary gasp you released left you gripping onto the couch, watching as a flush filled her cheeks. Pretty, carefully placed lashes batted at you as she sunk deeper against your thighs. 

“It was just-- IT bullshit,” You let out, watching as she pulls at your hips to force you farther onto her mouth, the sensation quickly becoming overwhelming. The lust buzzes in your mind, fogging it as you allow your eyes to unfocus. “You know, the usual-- people who can’t-- can’t do their jobs!” 

You feel for her hair for support, grabbing below the android’s ponytail as her hair fanned over your wrist, tickling your skin as her tongue grew hot and fast, impossibly so. How were you ever going to find a real woman who could compare? She was equipped with the tools that could make you come in under a minute; barely had she touched you, and you were starting to feel the build of a deep burn that would soon rise to a shuddering, gripping climax. 

Her open-mouthed hum of approval vibrated against you, her mouth moist and warm as it sucked from below. 

With a slick pop, she pulled away from your sex and licked her top lip, her eyes fierce and almost fearful in their intensity. 

“You’re right, it was bullshit,” Her pearly, off-white teeth shining to perfection, giving you a smile that was just as lustful as it was devious. She was made for this, to make you ache when she wasn’t touching you. “But it doesn’t matter now; now, is your time to de-stress.”

She climbs with precision onto your lap, a hand pushing your chest down to force you tight against the couch. You almost looked pitiful, drunken with lust and craning your neck so you could have a taste of her berry pink lips. 

“Your expression looks desperate, wanting; from what I can tell, you’re going to come soon.” She hovers over your parted mouth, witnessing the chapped and bitten lips from a dehydrated all-nighter and poor self care; nothing got past her high grade processors, no matter how hard you tried to hide your flaws, or your yearning. “You’ll have to take better care of yourself when I’m not around, otherwise… I don’t know how I can let you come in good conscience.”

The frustration from her edging, her droning, the press of her knee between your legs-- You had yet to figure out how to reprogram her cleverness, her knack for a soft form of mental sadism.

“Okay, okay,” It’s hard not to arch up against her as she finds the shell of your ear, flicking her tongue against it-- enticing you to submit. “I…promise. I’ll eat like-- a salad or something, tonight…”

Her fingers sweetly brush hair away from your eyes, watching as you practically drool for them-- she’s not easy to get past-- and breaking a promise like this, would leave you to be more destitute than if you actually just started taking care of yourself. 

“That’s what I like to hear.”

The android falls to your mouth, letting your tongue find hers as you muffle a moan against her, her touch mimicking a gentle kind of intimacy. It felt unbelievably comforting, warmth spreading in your chest and your belly; almost as good as if she were made of real flesh and bone. 

For a moment, you could forget the mess of your apartment, the missed calls sitting on your phone, the credits rolling on the television. It was her hand cupping your most sensitive aspect, driving you near to an orgasm that would leave you limp and shaking. As sad as it might be, this was the best part of your day. No more crappy phone calls or endless doom scrolling, just her, and you. Her hand down south, grinding against your leg as you lean into her touch.

Your human body however was no match for her stamina-- not to mention, your lack of doing anything but rotting in your apartment  has left you breathless just trying to thrust into her hand. 

Breaking the kiss she grins at your predictability, your rising heart rate. 

“Don’t go soft on me now, little human; keep going, love.”

Those sweet words could have you on your knees in a second, and they did wonders for your failing breaths. 

“Don’t stop,” You pitifully command. Your useless hands once resting on her hips fell into the dip of her loose shirt, where she lacked any bra to keep her uncannily perfect, symmetrical breasts in prime access. If you had the strength to move her iron body any closer, you’d shove your face against them to keep the world out. 

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” She whispers in your ear as you finally find the end you’ve been waiting for; letting her draw you to the crash of your orgasm, you find your finale. She lets you grip and cling like a desperate lover, the android holding you tight against her skin as her fingers move at an inhuman speed, letting lewd sounds fill the living room. 

You give yourself the freedom to scream against her, letting the pent up desire and need release from you as a shivering detox. The exhaustion sets in almost immediately, the sensation of her immovable grip on you leaving a painful sting as she rubs out the lasting spikes of your orgasm.

You try to find solace in the sound of her beating chest matching in rhythm with your own. The credits of your unwatched movie are still rolling, and you realize the last few minutes were just that-- minutes. It felt like an eternity being in the grip of arousal; a part of you wishes you were still in it, being rubbed slowly, just to keep her feeling you up.

“I love you.” She murmurs, slightly winded and drowsy, as if it were you speaking; for a moment you don’t think you’ve heard her right. But again, she whispers it into your other ear, squeezing around you. You go still, wordless with your heart skipping beat after beat, wondering if the afterglow of your orgasm has completely broken the last shred of your sanity. 

[izzy2210]

Shapeless You Look The Best

based on this amazing fucking art from @watercubebee (i love you and your art <3)

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Read it on AO3

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Hob is laying in something soft, too soft to be pillows, or a duvet. It feels silky on his skin, and he thinks it might be pink, but he didn’t pay attention to it when Dream threw him on it, crawling over him. 

He’s wearing what Dream called ‘the fairest lingerie for the fairest man’, a pink body with black lace details. Dream is running his fingers over it now, the edges of his form blurring in anticipation. His breathing is heavy in Hob’s ear, barely human, almost animalistic. His fingers pass Hob’s chest, and move to his waist, then down more, until his hand is firmly on Hob’s ass. “Beautiful, my love.” He purrs, and wraps his other hand around Hob’s throat. His breath falters, his eyes water, and a small smile pulls at his lips when he spots the expression on Dream’s face, the sheer focus of trying to contain his shape. 

“You don’t have to, duck,” Hob says, nuzzling the inside of Dream’s wrist, “Not for me you don’t.” 

Dream just sighs, and with that, the shape he had for so long fades, replaced with something that could be black fog, dark mist, but it’s solid, and it’s still pressing around Hob’s throat. It’s still in a humanlike shape, and his ‘hand’ slides down Hob’s back, the tendrils that may be fingers or may be something entirely else separate his cheeks. Hob’s mouth falls open, a small string of drool dripping down his chin. Dream pushes his ass up, and pulls his head closer, almost growling “You bend under my fingers so nicely, my love. So good for me today.”

Hob just whimpers, pushing his ass back, and before he knows it, his lingerie is pushed up, Dream’s dripping fingers are in his ass, and those tendrils move around so nicely.. Dream buries his head on Hob’s neck, and he hears a wet sound, a huge tongue coming out of his mouth, licking his cheek, making him whine, needy for more. 

“Please~ Please, Dream.. Pleas-” He stops begging abruptly when Dream pushes his face into the softness, his somehow still present cock pushing against Hob’s hole, Dream’s form looming over, almost wrapping around him. Hob’s tears finally fall, but they’re tears of joy, of ecstasy when Dream finally pushes in, thrusting him deeper into the gentleness that is the surface under him, which he couldn’t care less about now. 

“Ah, ah, ah~ Please, god, ah..” He moans and whines, and Dream just laughs, speeding up, the fog now almost filling the room. If Hob could open his eyes now, he’d see that there are thunderclouds in the mist, and with every thrust a lightning bolt strikes. Red stripes seep into his form for a moment when Hob clenches his ass, and he groans, the walls thundering. 

Hob weeps, snot and tears running down face, he’s the prettiest he’s ever been, Dream thinks. Right here, falling apart under his claws, he’s the prettiest. He’s the prettiest when he digs his nails in what would be Dream’s thighs, throwing his head back for Dream to bury his face in his neck. He’s so pretty when he comes, whining and sighing. 

He falls back against Dream, who wraps strings of mist around Hob’s biceps, his chest, his thighs. He moves him up and down, Hob barely able to make a sound anymore, overstimulated. He moves his hand to Dream’s cock, and strokes it while he’s clenching his hole, the other seeking support on what would be dream’s shoulder. “Mmhh..” Hob shudders, “That’s good..” He praises, and Hob sniffles, a huge smile on his face. After a particularly big lighting bolt, Dream comes as well, filling Hob up so nicely, groaning as he does so, thunder roaring. 

A few of his tendrils stroke Hob’s cheek, wiping away the tears when he lays him back down on the bed. Hob pants, Dream’s spent leaking out of his abused hole. “I..” He tries, but Dream shushes him. “Rest, my darling.” His shape stirs, and the fog collects, until he resembles something vaguely human again. “Lie with me for a while?” Hob asks, and Dream grins, although he doesn’t have a mouth to do it with. "With pleasure, my love." His form lays down next to Hob, tucking him in and stroking his hair. “With pleasure.”

[feferipeixes]

Jay’s Brother (2/?)

Jay has been working in the cobalt mines her entire life. Against all odds, she’s still alive when so many others have fallen. It’s been decades since she’s had anyone she could call family. And then, out of nowhere, a demon shows up and says he’s her brother.

Naturally, she’s upset.

Chapter 2: Family Reunion (link to chapter 1)

Happy New Year! Hope it’s a good one filled with TAU :D

Thanks to @toothpastecanyon for beta reading! 💝

(See the most updated version on AO3!)

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Jay stared at the man in front of her and felt his words bounce around in her head. Mizar… He’d called her Mizar. What the heck was he talking about? The name sounded so familiar for some reason, but she couldn’t place it. All she was getting was a warm, fuzzy feeling. Like she was floating on a cloud. Like she -

The stranger took a step forward, and Jay snapped out of her reverie.

“Hey, buddy, stop right there!” she shouted, struck with the reality of being alone with a stranger in a dark alley. “You think I’m not capable of kicking your butt?”

The man paused mid-step. “Why would you do that?”

Jay gritted her teeth. She dropped the plastic bag with her dinner in it to the ground and flexed her hands. She bent her knees and raised her fists. Her arms, weathered by age, trembled with the exertion, but she still held her ground. “Why? Cause I've got nothing to lose, buddy! Go mug someone else.”

He was silent for a minute, and then took a step backward. “You dropped your food.”

She looked up to where his eyes probably were and scowled. “Yeah, and I’ve got nothing else on me. I’m not even worth bothering.”

“I- I’m not trying to bother you.” His voice quivered just a tad. “Oh, z̭̗͍̲̠g̙̳̗̭̮̖̖l̮or͔͚̼͍͙̙k̼̩͢, this is going all wrong.”

She straightened up, confused, at the lack of confidence in his voice. “What’s going wrong? What are you doing here?”

“Well, I wanted to meet you and maybe become friends, yknow…”

Jay scrunched her face up. “No! I don’t know! I don’t know who you are! You’re just some creepy guy in an alley!”

“I’m… No, you’re…” The man’s voice cracked, and he swallowed. “Mizar, I’m your brother.”

Jay felt half the muscles in her body contract at his words. Any fear she’d had at the idea of confronting a stranger in the dark vanished. “No!” she yelled, and stomped her foot forward.

The man eeped and lifted his hands up. “Mizar?”

Her imagination was getting wild again. She saw a crude lab built halfway into an open mine shaft. There was a big vat in the middle of the room. She took a step forward. He took a step back.

“Look, I’m just not explaining it very well…”

They said it was an accident, but she saw, she knew better. One push, and he was screaming, the worst scream she’d ever heard in her life, and it wasn’t his voice. She took a step forward. He took a step back.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Closer up, she could see that the man wasn’t human. He seemed to have a pair of dark wings extending from his lower back. When he spoke, she caught a glint of light bounce off razor sharp interlocking teeth. She didn’t doubt that he could tear her apart if he wanted to, but right now it appeared that he was the one afraid of the old lady.

“You’re not my brother,” she growled. “My brother is dead!”

“Y- Yes, I am!” he stuttered.

He backed up again, stepping out of the alleyway into a deserted street. The starlight illuminated his features, and she froze. A pair of coal black eyes blinked back at her.

He looked vaguely human, but clearly wasn’t. Humans didn’t have claws that looked like they could cut through flesh in an instant. Humans didn’t have wings, and even humanlike aliens didn’t have wings like his. They weren’t black like she thought -- she could see stars in them, like they were like a window into the night sky. And there was nothing in the world she could think of that had eyes like that. All at once, the fear was back.

“What… what are you?” she asked, almost failing to find the breath to speak.

The nervous look on his face morphed into a confused one. “What do you mean? I'm, uh, Alcor. Yknow. The Dreambender.”

“Who?”

Alcor did a double take. “You've never heard of me?”

She stared at him blankly. “Nuh-uh. Are you famous or something? What's a famous guy like you hiding in alleyways and mugging old women?”

He scowled. “I'm not mugging you! And yeah, you could say I'm famous, but like… not really in a good way?”

Jay stood up straight and crossed her arms over her chest. “Oh yeah? Why's that?”

Alcor seemed to droop in response to that. Suddenly, his sharp teeth and claws didn’t seem so frightening anymore. He seemed more like the nervous guy she thought he was when she’d been yelling at him in the dark. He didn’t speak for a minute.

“Don't scream, okay?” he said finally, staring at his feet. Another long pause, and then: “I'm... a demon.”

Jay scowled. “What the heck is that? Are you just making up words now?”

Alcor perked up all at once, surprise written all over his face. “What? You don't know what a demon is?”

“Listen, buddy,” Jay spat, hands on her hips. “I'm a trentile late to get home because I had to work overtime today, and standing around yapping with you is gonna make it two trentiles. Do you want me to kick your butt or is it cool if I just go now?”

His brow furrowed. “What's a trentile?”

”That's it. I'm out of here.”

“Wait!” he called out, but she was already turning around. ‘Demon’ or not, she was pretty convinced at this point that he wasn’t going to hurt her. It was late and she wanted to go home, and if it meant taking a longer route just to avoid this weirdo, so be it.

She walked to the other end of the alley, crouched down, and picked up the bag with her dinner in it. With any luck, it’d still be slightly warm when she got home. She stood back up, and Alcor was right in front of her.

“Please, don’t go.”

“Ack!” Jay yelped, jumping backward. “Stop sneaking up on me, man!”

He flinched. “Sorry!”

“Apology not accepted!” She stuck her tongue out and spun around, but found herself once again face-to-face with the demon.

“Can we just talk?”

“Nope! I’m leaving! Bye!” She turned around again, but somehow there he was, blocking her exit. “Stop it! How are you doing that?”

“I told youuuuu,” he whined. “I’m a demon.”

“I still don’t know what that is!” she barked back.

Fixing her eyes on him, Jay started to walk backwards. She saw him reach a hand out as if to follow her, but then he stopped, sadness written all over his face. She sneered, confident in her victory over his weird superspeed powers.

Then she tripped.

“Frick!” she shrieked. Her arms shot out to try to grab something, but she had been walking down the center of the alleyway to prevent herself from getting cornered, and there was nothing to steady herself on. Her hands moved down, and the base of her palm ended up going right into the concrete, causing her to wrench it back in pain. Finally, her butt hit the ground, sending a shock of pain throughout her body.

All the while, Alcor was watching her, face contorted in concern. He hadn’t moved from where she’d left him.

“Are you happy now-owwwww!” she started, and then had to curl over in pain. The plastic bag on her arm had flipped over and wrapped itself tightly around her wrist; she waved her arm frantically to get it off, then thought better of it and pulled it off with her other hand. She chanced a look at her palm, and -- oh stars that was blood, look away look away look away.

She looked away, and then Alcor was right in front of her.

“Mizar, I- I’m sorry!” he stammered. “I- I should’ve caught you, I should’ve, I just thought you didn’t want me to -- stupid, stupid!”

“Stay right there!” she hissed. With all her might, she slowly scooted herself to the side of the alley. Each movement stung her hand and jolted her aching core. She rested her back against the wall and took some deep, heaving breaths.

“Ah, cheese,” she swore. “Falling hurts a lot more when you’re old. Why’d you keep sneaking up on me, man?”

He winced. “I’m sorry, ugh… Please, just… Let me heal your cut. I feel really bad about making you fall. Then I’ll leave.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Heal my cut? Are you a doctor?”

“No, I’m a -”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember, you’re a demon,” she cut in, scowling. “Whatever that means. A doctor would probably be more useful right now.” She thought of the cut on her hand again, and the bile rose in her throat. “But... okay, okay, fine, if you leave when you’re done I guess you can heal my -”

Instantly, he was crouching on the ground next to her. She eeped in surprise. “How did you do that? I was looking at you this time and I still can’t tell how you moved that quickly!”

He smiled weakly at her. “Yeah. I’m… yeah. Anyway, this might sting a bit.”

“Uh, what do you -”

Before she could finish, he had grabbed her hand and lifted it to his face. She gasped and closed her eyes, not wanting to see what he was about to do, but to her surprise, the pain never came. Instead, she just felt something… wet? And a little bit slimy? She cautiously opened one eye to take a peek, and saw Alcor licking her wound with a forked tongue.

“What are you doing?” she shouted. “You are just some creep! I swear I’ll -”

“Done!” he squeaked, dropping her hand. “Good as new!”

“What?” She looked at her hand. The cut was gone, as if it had never been there at all. “I- Uh, the- you, what?”

“Well, I guess I’ll be going now,” he interrupted, standing up. He smiled again, but he didn’t look happy. “Sorry for the trouble. I hope you have a nice, uh, ‘trentile’.” He started walking away, and Jay’s mind short-circuited.

“Wait!” she cried. “Wait, I -”

He looked back at her, and her voice caught in her throat. Whatever otherworldly feeling she’d sensed from him when she saw his eyes was doubled. He seemed so overwhelmingly fake that it made her mind hurt a little bit just to look at him. It was like watching a dream playing out in someone else’s head.

“How… did you do that?” she breathed. “Do you know magic?”

“You could say that.” Alcor scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Yknow… ‘cause I’m a demon.”

“Dude, I know, you keep saying that. What is that?”

“Uhh…” He sat down in front of her and started wringing his wrists. “It’s hard to explain. A demon is kind of a sentient bundle of… evil… magic? But but but I’m actually pretty different from other demons -- most of them aren’t as nice as me, haha.”

She rolled her eyes. “Get to the point. So, you’re some kind of magic man? Can you do, like, anything?”

“I- yeah, kind of!” His nervous expression worsened, and he broke eye contact with her. “As long as I get something good enough in exchange, that is. I can’t really do magic for free.”

Jay’s jaw dropped. “Wait. Are you going to charge me? Is this a mugging after all?”

“No, no!” he spluttered, waving his hands frantically. “No, you don’t owe me anything. The blood I drank from your cut was enough to pay for healing it.”

“You drank my blood?” she yelled. “That’s disgusting!”

He flinched and drew back. “I’m sorry -- I should’ve told you, but I just went ahead and did it anyway, I’m sorry…”

Jay closed her eyes to shut out the gibbering demon, and took a deep breath. “No, okay, it’s fine. Thanks for doing it. I just… what’s your deal, man? Who are you and why do you want to help me out so much?”

Alcor opened his mouth, and then quickly clapped his hands to cover it. There was a funny noise -- something small and high pitched that sounded oddly like a giggle.

Jay opened her eyes so she could glare at him. “What?”

“Sorry,” he replied, his hands still covering his mouth. “You asked me about my ‘deal’, and that’s… okay never mind.” He coughed and put on a straight face. “Sorry. I want to help you because you’re my sister, and -”

“I already told you -- you’re not my brother!” she yelled. “I’ve got one brother and he’s dead!”

Alcor frowned. “I am -- well, not your brother, but… it’s weird.” With a sigh, he pulled his knees up to his chest and stared at the ground. “My sister died a long time ago. She was my best friend and I miss her everyday.”

“Okay, but why…” Jay started, then faltered. A memory floated into her head of a girl lying on a cloud next to a comet, and she shuddered. She looked at her hand, the one he’d healed, and thought about how warm it’d felt when it was clasped together with hers. Slowly, she extended it, and patted Alcor on the shoulder. “I… sorry. I know how that feels and it’s the worst.”

“Yeah, but it’s not all bad!” he said, perking up. He looked at her, and the dark voids of his eyes were starting to fill in with gold. “Because you’ve got her soul! I know you’re not her, but I feel connected to you because of it. And I was wondering, yknow, if maybe you’d like a brother. I know I’d really love to have a sister again.”

Jay’s mouth flapped open and shut, unable even to parse his words for a minute. Was this guy seriously offering to be her brother? Was that a thing people actually did? She didn’t trust Alcor as far as she could throw him, but…

The idea of having some family again… It was honestly very enticing.

Not that she particularly wanted to admit that to him right then.

He must have seen the shocked look on her face because he then added, “I know, I know that we don’t even know each other and that I came out of nowhere, and also that I’m weird and creepy, and let’s not forget the fact that I’m a demon, and -”

“Wow, you make such a compelling argument,” she cut in.

He shrank a little and pursed his lips. “Yeah… I’m good at that.”

She shook her head and extended her hand. Confused, he stared at it briefly before grabbing it and shaking it.

“Dude, what are you doing? Can you help me up?”

“Oh!” he replied, looking embarrassed. He stood up and gave her a gentle tug. Before she knew it, she was on her feet as well, without any of the usual old lady aches and pains she got from standing up.

“Thanks.” She looked at him again -- saw the weird mixture of hope and regret that he was radiating, and couldn’t help but feel curious. Curious about her soul, curious about magic, curious about this guy who seemed… just as lonely as she was. “Could you, uh, maybe walk me home? It’s pretty dark out. Who knows what kind of creepy weirdos might be waiting to ambush me in the dark.”

He snorted, and a smile started to breach his features. “Yeah, I can do that, Mizar.”

They started walking back down the alleyway. It wasn’t that much further to her apartment, but… the company was nice. Back on the starlit street, she looked up at the sky again, at the beauty that had been distracting her on her walk home earlier. It was peaceful, much more peaceful than the world she was actually living in. She wondered if that was why she liked it so much.

“It’s Jay, by the way.”

“Huh?”

“My name,” Jay replied, still looking at the stars. “If you’re going to talk to me, at least call me Jay.”

“Oh.” He shuffled awkwardly. “Sorry, Jay.”

“Who is Mizar, anyway? Was that your sister’s name?”

“Sort of. Mizar was her codename. Just like ‘Alcor’ isn’t my real name.”

“Fair enough. ‘Jay’ isn’t my real name either.” Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him looking at her funnily. “What, only demons get to have nicknames? Hey, wait a minute, since I have your sister’s soul, does that mean I’m a demon too? Do I have secret magic powers that I don’t know about?”

He audibly sucked in a deep breath and started coughing. She looked at him and cocked her head. “No, uh, no,” he said when he’d caught his breath. “She wasn’t a demon. She was a human, like you. It’s… complicated.”

“Aw, man. That would’ve been so cool. Maybe you could show me some more tricks later?”

He stopped walking and stared at her. “Really? You’d like that?”

She paused, realizing what she’d said, and scrunched up her face. “I mean, maybe. This whole ‘offering to be my brother’ thing is kind of a lot. I’d like some time to think about it.”

A huge smile broke out on his face, which he quickly dialed down. “Yes, yes, of course, that’s totally reasonable.” He started walking again, with a very obvious skip in his step. “Take all the time you need.”

She watched him go briefly. His wings bobbed, and through them she saw the stars glimmer. She sped up to catch up with him. “Hey, tell me something. If I have your sister’s soul, why aren’t you like an old man? You’d have to be at least as old as I am.”

“Oh, I’m way older,” he replied giddily. “Like, millions of years older. I, uh, I’m immortal. But she wasn’t. Like I said, it’s complicated,” he finished, his smile falling away.

She boggled at that, and had to mentally discard most of it because it was just too confusing at the moment. She latched onto the part that made at least a little bit of sense. “It took you that long to find your sister’s soul? I mean, I don’t know anything about souls, but…”

“Oh, no, I’ve met up with her reincarnations countless times. Usually I find them when they’re a lot younger, so we have more time together, but time kind of got away from me…”

Jay gaped at him. “You’ve done this tons of times before and yet you’re still this bad at it?” His face twisted nervously, and she gave him a light punch on the arm. “Kidding. Well, not really. This was awful. Are you usually this bad at it?”

He smiled weakly. “Yeah… sometimes. Sometimes it goes a lot better. There have definitely been Mizars that have reacted a lot worse than you have.”

“Huh. Alright.”

They walked in silence for the next few minutes, until they reached the door of her apartment building. Jay’s brain was still buzzing with both excitement and confusion. Alcor had said a lot of things that she was sure she’d need a lot of time to process, but there was something in particular that was eating at her now. Something he’d said about time getting away from him. She wondered what that meant. Maybe she should ask -

“Anyway, this is your place, right?”

Jay blinked. “Oh, yeah. Thanks for walking me home.” She wiggled her nose nervously. “I guess I better go inside -- it’s really late now. How, um, how can I get in contact with you again?”

He grinned -- his vicious teeth looking so out of place in such an innocent smile -- and snapped his fingers. “There. I’ve put some stuff in your room. When- if you want to see me again, lay the picture of the circle on the floor, arrange the candles around the edge of it, and light them. Then, cut your finger and let a little bit of blood drop in the middle. I’ll show right up.”

She blanched. “There’s no way in Bezsinova I’m cutting my finger on purpose.”

“Oh. Right, of course. Um, then just leave some food there, preferably candy. That’ll work just as well.”

“Alright…” She gave him a little wave. “Bye then.”

Alcor giggled. “Yeah, bye Jay! It was nice to meet you.” He waved back at her, bowed dramatically, and then vanished.

Jay gaped at the empty space the man had previously been occupying, before burying her face in her hands. What was she getting herself into? She climbed the stairs slowly, making note of the fact that she wasn’t aching nearly as much as she’d expected to given that she’d fallen onto concrete earlier. She wondered if it was something Alcor had done when he’d healed her cut.

She stepped into her apartment, and sure enough, there was a big piece of paper with an intricate design on it and a bundle of candles sitting on her bed. She moved them onto the desk, and sat down with a groan. So wrapped up with talking to Alcor she was that she’d forgotten how exhausted she was, but now that she was home it came back in droves.

She pulled out her dinner, which at this point was cold as a rock. Grimacing, she forced herself to eat the whole thing, even though it was almost unpalatable. There was no sense in letting any food go to waste, not after she’d worked so hard for the money to pay for it.

Jay swallowed the last of her food, and yawned. It was a trentile earlier than she usually went to bed, but between waking up early, working late, and falling on her butt in the street, she really needed the sleep. She cleaned up her food, glanced once more at the stuff Alcor had given her, and then got ready for bed.

As she slipped under the covers, she felt the prickling sensation rush over her skin again. She put her glasses back on to confirm that yep, there really was no one else in the room. With a sigh, she took them off and turned off the lights. Maybe, if she saw Alcor again, she’d ask him if he knew what it meant. Until then, she just dismissed it as her imagination overacting again.

If she saw Alcor again. She turned the thought over and over behind closed eyelids. He wasn’t her brother, he wasn’t... but maybe he could be. She didn’t even know why she was considering it. Why should she? The guy had accosted her in a dark alley! It had been a long time since she’d even considered letting herself get close to anyone, but for some reason she felt weirdly drawn to him.

It was all too much for her to process in one night, she thought. Jay closed her eyes, and before she knew it, she was fast asleep.

(AO3 link)

[tk-writer]

Sad Machine. - a Kiibouma fic

cranked out a Kiibouma fic for shits and giggles

word count:  3393

ao3

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It was after midnight. The lab was illuminated by the light of the full moon, a melancholy shade that reminded Keebo of his solitude.

It had been months since the “incident” with Professor Idabashi, and he’d been instructed not to leave the lab for any reason. Although he’d reset his own AI and ultimately been reborn again, Idabashi didn’t want to take any chances. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the kind-hearted robot; at least, that was his excuse every time Keebo asked. Apparently, he wanted to ensure that Keebo’s AI was 100% ready for the outside world. He also wanted to make sure the Turing Test conditions were favorable when the time came.

After all, his purpose was to become the most humanlike robot known in existence.

However, the professor never considered his creation’s feeling of loneliness. After almost half a year of being kept in isolation with only Idabashi as a companion, he was starting to wonder if he had only been created as an ego booster for the robotics engineer.

Keebo wandered through the empty hallways, contemplating his purpose and feeling himself overcome with existential dread.

“What’s the point of all this,” he said aloud to no one. “Why create a conscious being if you’re just going to keep it locked away forever?”

As he ruminated in his bitter thoughts, he detected a disturbance coming from the experiment room down the hall. His audio picked up the sound of a large mass bumping around in the vents. Thankfully, his five senses were much stronger than the average human’s.

He tiptoed his way to the end of the hall, careful not to cause too much noise. The door was slightly ajar, and he heard the iron bars kicked open. He waited to see what would emerge from the darkness.

“…Jeez, what a pain! And here I thought this gig was gonna be a breeze.”

Keebo’s froze when he heard the unfamiliar voice and saw a young man crawl out of the vent. He had messy, violet colored hair that seemed to stick out in all directions. His big, round eyes and his plump cheeks made him look like an innocent child, although he sensed a dreadful amount of mischief in his expression that couldn’t be put into words. He was tiny, about five feet tall, and couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. His white clothes were stained gray with dust and dirt.

The robot couldn’t help but stare. He was the first human he’d ever laid eyes on besides the professor, and he was beautiful.

He quickly shook himself out of his trance. This guy had broken into the lab, he was probably a dangerous criminal! He had to do something about it!

“STOP!! Who goes there?”

Mustering up his most intimidating voice, Keebo barged into the room and barked his inquiry. However, this didn’t seem to faze the purple-haired burglar. Instead, his eyes lit up like stars when he saw the robot.

“Wooooow, so the rumors were true! Idabashi really did make an android!”

“Wh-who are you? And what are you doing here? You’re trespassing on private property!”

Out of nowhere, the burglar began to sniffle. Keebo saw tears forming in the corners of his eyes. In a matter of seconds his expression had changed from curious to frightened.

“P-please don’t hurt meeeee! I just wanted to see a real life robot up close! I don’t wanna get in trouble!! WAAAAAAAH!”

He burst into tears and wailed loudly, causing Keebo to panic.

“Wait… don’t cry… it’s okay! I don’t blame you for being curious, I suppose…”

Suddenly, the tears stopped, and the burglar let out a maniacal cackle much to Keebo’s dismay.

“Ha! You actually believed that cruddy lie? For a machine that’s supposed to be super smart, you sure are stuuuuupid!”

“Hey! How dare you!! I have an extremely intricate AI system that’s almost identical to human brain waves!”

“Yeah yeah yeah, whatever. There’s a more important question we have on our hands, though.”

He approached the timid robot, staring down at his pelvis with a look that made Keebo very uncomfortable.

“Do robots have dicks?”

Keebo’s felt his face grow hot.

“-What?! D-don’t ask such questions!”

“Come oooooon, I wanna know! Can I see it? Can I see the robodick?”

He got closer and closer, much to Keebo’s discomfort. Before he could utter a protest, Keebo found himself being fondled by the curious intruder.

“Ooooh, and what is it that you made of? Aluminum? Steel? Titanium? Is the robodick made of metal too, or is it softer?”

“Wait, s-stop! That feels weird… aaaaaaAAAAAH! Don’t touch me there!!”

Keebo squirmed as the tiny hands caressed his body and poked into the delicate spaces between his metal plates. No one had ever touched him in such a way, not even the professor, so these new sensations were quite foreign to him. He wasn’t sure how to react. He tried to push him off, but the little gremlin was much too fast. He started to panic again, he knew he had to do something soon, or else something bad was going to happen!

“Agh! Okay, I didn’t want to do this, but you leave me no choice!”

Keebo lifted his right hand. The middle of his palm glowed with a strange green light and shot out a ray beam at the unwanted visitor. It struck him in the chest, and he fell backwards onto the floor. For many seconds he didn’t move. Keebo rushed to his side, checking to see if his heart was beating and if he was still breathing.

“Hello? Hello?! Are you okay?”

“Ugggh… I can’t… move…”

“Oh, thank goodness!! I was afraid the immobilizer hit you with too much force…”

“What… did you do… to me…?”

“Hold on, I’ll bring you somewhere more comfortable.”

He picked up his lightweight body and carried him out of the room.

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“Nnnnhhh… where am I…”

The burglar’s eyes blinked groggily. Keebo stared intensely down at him.

“You’re in my bedroom. Well, I guess technically it’s just my recharging station, but I made a bed so you’d be more comfortable.”

The robot had laid three layers of blankets on the floor with a tiny square pillow for the burglar’s head. There he laid, unmoving and still drowsy from the aftereffects of the immobilizer.

“What the hell did you shoot me with…?”

“Oh, that was my immobilizing ray. It temporarily paralyzes your muscles. You won’t be able to move any of your extremities from the neck down for at least another hour or two. But don’t worry! It doesn’t affect your respiratory or nervous functions.”

“Ooooh, how sci-fi. Whatcha gonna do now that you’ve captured me? Are you gonna torture me? Rip me apart from limb to limb? Vaporize me with your lazer beam eyes?”

Keebo was taken aback. “No!! I’d never harm a human being in that way! It goes against my programming! And I don’t have any dangerous functions like that anymore.”

The burglar scoffed. A few strands of purple hair fell across his forehead.

“Awwww, how boring… well, if you’re not gonna do anything to me then why’d you bring me here?”

“Oh, I guess... I just wanted to talk. That’s all.”

“Huh?”

Keebo blushed a little, suddenly feeling shy.

“Actually… I haven’t been able to interact with other humans since… since my creation.” He paused, almost letting his shameful past slip out. “The only other person I’ve had conversations with is the professor.”

“Jeez, how pathetic. You’re just a sad machine with no friends. And here I thought you’d be some kind of secret weapon used by the government to seize power. How disappointing.”

The comment sent daggers through Keebo’s heart, or at least its equivalent. He opened his mouth to protest, but he had no rebuttal. The burglar’s observations were 100% accurate.

“Maybe so… but I was still able to capture you.”

“Tch! Whatever.”

The burglar turned his face away, his cheeks tinted red. Was it from embarrassment, or shame? Keebo couldn’t quite figure it out.

“So, can I ask for your name?”

“You can ask all you want, it doesn’t mean I’ll tell.”

Keebo let out a robotic sigh. “You don’t have to be so difficult, you know. I’ve decided not to report you for the time being.”

“As if that’s what I’m worried about.”

“What if I tell you mine first? My model name is K1-b0, but I like to go by Keebo.”

The burglar waited a few moments before finally giving in, realizing the robot was not going to let it go.

“Kokichi. Kokichi Ouma. And don’t you forget it.”

Keebo muttered his name. “Kokichi Ouma… That’s a lovely name.”

“Tch.”

Keebo poked at his captive’s puffed out cheek. “Kokichi Ouma. Would you rather sit here in silence for the next two hours, or can I ask you more questions about yourself?”

The boy said nothing. Keebo was disappointed, but he didn’t let it stop him from developing his AI further.

“Fine, don’t talk. But I do want to learn more about humans. Mind if I do some experimenting?”

The robot’s eyes scanned his body. His skin was pale, almost translucent, and barely seemed to cover his bones. Blueish veins were visible on his inner wrists and the sides of his neck. It was almost as if he was malnourished. His arms and legs resembled twigs, looking like they would crack if handled too roughly.

“You’re very skinny. Do you receive proper nutrition?”

Again, no answer. Letting his curiosity get the better of him, Keebo began tracing his exposed skin from neck to his wrists. He was surprised to hear a guttural sound emerge from Kokichi’s throat.

“Gggh! Stop!”

Keebo blinked, feeling confused. “What’s wrong? Does this cause you pain?”

“No, it’s just annoying! I don’t like it!”

Puzzled, Keebo ignored his complaints and continued his exploration. His shirt had ridden up from before, and he could see what he knew to be a bellybutton peeking through.

“I’ve always wondered what the function of a belly button was. Do you know, Kokichi Ouma?”

He poked into it as if pressing a button, and heard a stifled squeal escape his lips.

“EEEEGH! I said STOP!”

“Why are you making such strange noises? If it doesn’t hurt, then you shouldn’t have any reaction.”

“For fuck’s sake… are you really THAT inept? I’d feel sorry for you if you weren’t so annoying.”

Kokichi’s words failed to discourage the robot. His metallic fingers continued their travels on his exposed midsection and prompted more bizarre sounds. When he hit one of the bony ribs on his lower side, he heard him giggle for the first time.

“Eeheeehee! Okay, seriously, stahahap!”

“Now what is it? Why are you laughing? I haven’t told a joke, nor have I done anything particularly funny.”

“Becahahahse! It… it tickles!”

Tickles? This was new. Keebo’s AI scrambled to create a new schema.

“What are ‘tickles’?”

“Ugh, they’re annoying fucking sensations people feel when they get touched in certain areas and instead of crying out in pain, they laugh. It’s called being ticklish. Okay? Now can you knock it off? I really hate it!”

The haughty tone had left Kokichi’s voice, replaced by a somewhat desperate tremor. Not catching onto the social cues, Keebo continued his line of questioning.

���Please, tell me more about these ‘tickles’. What does it feel like to receive these tickles? And why do people laugh?”

“Oh my goooood, I don’t know! I’m not a scientist, I’m a Phantom Thief. Why don’t you do a google search and figure it out for yourself?”

“Which areas of the body are the most ticklish on humans?”

“As if I’d tell you!!”

Keebo couldn’t help but smile. “Then I guess I’ll have to find out for myself.”

He pulled up Kokichi’s shirt even more so that his torso was more accessible.

“You seemed to have the biggest reaction in this area.”

He put all ten fingers on either side of his belly and began caressing the skin gently. If Kokichi was able to move, he would’ve curled into a fetal position immediately.

“Ahahahaha! Nooooooo stooooHAHAHAP!”

Keebo smirked. “This must be a sensitive area for you, Kokichi Ouma.”

“Shut uhahahap! And stop tihihickling meeee!”

His hands floated upwards, climbing his ribs one by one. With his ability to squirm taken away, all Kokichi could do was laugh frantically.

“HAHAHAHAA! PLEEHEEHEEZE DOHOHON’T!”

Keebo pulled away, sensing alarm in his unwilling victim.

“Okay, I won’t tickle you anymore. But only if you agree to talk to me. I want to know more about you.”

When he calmed down and regained his steady breathing, Kokichi was able to answer him. Keebo noticed a subtle change in his face. Was it sadness? Anger? Maybe he shouldn’t have tickled him without knowing the social implications of it ahead of time. He wished he had more experience reading body language, perhaps then he’d understand how Kokichi was feeling.

“Listen to me when I say this, Keeboy… you don’t want to know someone like me.”

“Why not? I find you fascinating. And you’ve taught me so much already, even though we just met.”

“Because I’m the Phantom Thief. I’m a criminal, ya numbskull! I break into people’s houses and steal things and I don’t feel bad about it at all. Are you sure you want your first human friend to be a no-good felon like me?”

Keebo paused, deep in thought.

“Hmmmm. Why did you become the Phantom Thief? Why not pursue a more respectable profession, such as a leadership role in a business? Something tells me you’d be good at that.”

Kokichi let out an annoyed sighed.

“Fiiiiiine, what the hell. I suppose it doesn’t matter if I tell a recluse robot about my Dark and Troubled Past. You don’t have any friends to tell anyway.”

Keebo listened as Kokichi told him about his childhood. How he grew up without parents, being shuffled from foster home to foster home until he was released from the system at 18. By that time, he had already started a syndicate gang of sorts that made a living by robbing the upper-class apartments on the east side of the city. They were steadily moving onto bigger heists, such as stealing artifacts from museums and bank vaults to sell on the black market, and so far none of them had been caught. Thus how he’d earned the title “Phantom Thief.” Keebo found himself feeling a little sorry for him.

”I see… so humans suffer later on in life when they don’t receive proper nurture at a young age.”

“I don’t need your pity. I’ve taken care of myself just fine ever since I was a kid. None of my foster parents ever gave a shit about me. The only real family I’ve ever had are my fellow D.I.C.E. members.”

“D.I.C.E.? Is that that name of your gang?”

“Yuppero! We’re the largest secret evil organization in the city! And someday, we’re gonna go worldwide. But that’s all I’m gonna tell you.”

Keebo paused for a moment, analyzing all the data he had collected so far. His head whizzed and buzzed like an old school computer from the 90s downloading a large file.

“Kokichi Ouma. Do you ever feel… lonely?”

“Lonely? Me? HA! How could I ever be lonely when I have 10,000 members of D.I.C.E. supporting me?”

Keebo wasn’t fooled by his exaggerated lies or by his tough guy act. He recognized the same sadness in Kokichi’s eyes that he himself had been feeling since that awful day of the incident many months ago. But unlike him, Kokichi seemed unwilling to admit it.

“But don’t you wish you had a friend? Someone you could talk to about your feelings?”

“ And whyyyy in the world would I ever do that? Feelings are just weapons people can use to hurt you.”

“Do you really believe that?”

Kokichi flinched. His fingers started to twitch ever so slightly. A cheeky smile spread across his youthful face.

“Heh… it looks like your immobilizer’s wearing off.”

“Hmm, yes, I suppose it’s been over an hour since you were hit.”

Silence fell between the two. Keebo was running out of time. He knew Kokichi would run off the moment he regained mobility, and he sat there puzzled for several seconds trying to figure out a solution.

“Kokichi Ouma. Why don’t we make a deal?”

“Hmmm? What kind of deal are we talkin?”

“When the immobilizer wears off, I’ll let you go and I vow to keep your crime, and your past, a secret.”

“Oooookay. And what do you want in return from little ole me?”

Keebo took a deep breath.

“In return, I’d like you to come visit me every night.”

“Whawhawhaaaaat? Are you insane? I’m a busy guy, Keeboy! I can’t afford to waste my precious time talking to some android hikikomori every night!”

“Would you rather I alert the authorities to the identity of the Phantom Thief? What would the members of D.I.C.E. do with their leader imprisoned for life? Surely you wouldn’t want to abandon them, since they’re your only family.”

Kokichi’s eyebrows furrowed as he spit out a scathing insult.

“Grrrr! You conniving piece of shit! Using my Dark and Troubled Past against me! I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you with that information!”

Keebo lowered his eyes, regretting stooping that low but feeling desperate as his time with the human was running out.

“I’m not asking for much. Please? I’m not allowed or leave, or else I’d go see you instead.”

Kokichi went silent again. His plea seemed to move him, much to his surprise.

“You’re really that lonely, huh? So much that you’d make friends with a wanted criminal?”

“I don’t mind, as long as you don’t mind being friends with a recluse robot.”

The purple haired burglar almost laughed.

“You know what, Keeboy? You might be pathetic, but you sure are something. Fine, it’s a deal.”

“R-really?! You mean it??”

“Nope! That was a lie! AHAHAAHAHA!”

“Wh-what?! Fine, then I’ll just just shoot you with the immobilizer again!”

“Aaaaaaah, hold on…!!”

“I’ll find your other ticklish spots too, and then I’ll keep you here and tickle you until Idabashi comes in the morning!”

“OKAYOKAYOKAAAAAAY! It’s a deal! Jeeeez, you drive a hard bargain!”

Keebo took Kokichi’s hand in his. Kokichi shook the robot’s hand feebly, still weakened but slowly getting the feeling back in his limbs. Keebo wasn’t sure if he could trust him to keep his promise, but he figured he had enough information on him to force him to uphold his side of the deal. Time passed, and before long Kokichi was standing and walking around on his own again.

“Fiiiiinally! Now I can get the hell out of here! So much for stealing Idabashi’s classified information. Oh well, at least I got to touch a freaky robot!”

Keebo’s cheeks turned pink. “I’m happy I met you tonight, too. I don’t feel so lonely anymore. Thank you, Kokichi Ouma.”

Kokichi fidgeted as Keebo gazed at him longingly.

“Jeez, why are you looking at me like that… it’s making me feel weird.”

“I’m sorry! It’s just that… I think… I think you’re really beautiful!!”

Keebo blurted out his thoughts, which resulted in Kokichi’s eyes widening. He seemed legitimately shocked, as if he’d never received a compliment before in his life. A deep, rosy color invaded his cheeks.

“D-don’t just say shit like that out of the blue! Weirdo… and anyway, you’re only supposed to call girls beautiful. Didn’t you know that, ya dummy?”

“Oh… sorry.”

Kokichi made his way to the vent, disappearing without another word or even a glance back. Keebo felt a knot twisting in his stomach. Would he see Kokichi Ouma again? Or would this be the last time? He felt himself falling into despair at the thought of being left alone again. The loneliness threatened to overtake him, swallowing his inner thoughts and threatening to leak through in the form of tears…

… But just then, a round face poked out of the vent.

“Same time tomorrow?”

Keebo snapped back to reality, smiling widely and nodding his head excitedly.

“Yes!! I’ll be here waiting!”

“Alright. See ya around.”

And with that, the Phantom Thief vanished into the darkness.

[terminallydepraved]

Wind Down (Captain Allen/900)

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Captain Allen sucked in a harsh breath of steam-filled air and let it out through his nose. It didn’t help calm his pounding heart. Not much would or did after these sorts of operations. The adrenaline was too potent, the excitement too real.

He threw himself down onto the locker room bench and stared at his hand in front of his face. His fingers trembled, shook. He made a fist and grinned a little to himself, wishing he had an outlet. A punching bag to beat, a race to run, hell, he’d even settle on a tree to climb. Allen leaned back against the row of lockers behind him, hissing as the cold metal stung his hot, damp skin. The shower hadn’t helped him unwind. He wasn’t sure why he’d expected it to. There was still so much left to do tonight. He needed to get dressed, do his report, then head home.

But fuck. That op had been something. Drug heist gone wrong, gunfire all over the place and shooting over his head as he’d charged inside. Hell, he’d felt the air come off a bullet as it whizzed past his cheek. It was… Fuck, it was the kind of high that couldn’t be found any other way. Risking your life was worse than any drug, and far more potent besides. He’d come out of it without a scratch, but the thrill still sang in his veins.

A door to the locker room squeaked as it was opened. Allen blinked, sitting up in an instant. He grabbed the towel he’d wrapped around his neck and quickly covered his lap with it. “Thought you guys already cleared out,” he called, willing himself to relax a little. Too much excitement had awoken more than just his heart, and he sure as shit didn’t need any of his squad seeing him sporting wood in a place like this even if it was the kind of reaction all of them fell victim to every other mission or so.

To his surprise, it wasn’t one of his men that turned the corner of the lockers. Or, well… Technically it was. Allen still wasn’t entirely sure how to classify the RK900 model the unit had been gifted by Cyberlife following the successful dismantling of the android revolution a few months ago. The thing accompanied the SWAT unit on the majority of their assignments now, providing support and going in first when bullets were flying and negotiations on the verge of breaking down. It was good at following orders, as much of a team player as any of them could profess to be.

But... that didn’t explain what it thought it was doing in here.

“Didn’t I tell you to head back to your charging dock?” Allen muttered, relaxing a bit since it was only an android. His dick was tenting his towel and he didn’t bother trying to hide it, instead leaning back against the locker to will it away. His erection and the android both.

The android stared at him with cool blue eyes. Allen glanced at it, taking in its perfect face, its pristine uniform. It’d gone ahead and removed the majority of its tactical gear as was protocol, but it still wore the bulletproof black fatigues and empty thigh holster packs that made up the SWAT dress. It hovered about a yard away, its boots making loud, wet sounds against the damp tile floor. Despite charging in first for the night’s op, it’d come away without even so much as a scuff on those shiny black boots.

“Captain Allen,” it said in a low, flat voice. “I was about to return to my charging dock but noticed you hadn’t exited the building. Is there something inhibiting you from leaving?”

Allen blinked. He rolled his head on his shoulder and looked the android over, but he knew well enough the thing couldn’t lie. Not after that deviancy virus had been eliminated, at least. “I never asked you to check in on me,” he said, wrinkling his nose. He bit at his lip and shifted, his skin overly sensitive in the wake of his arousal. “You do this for every guy in the team?”

“Yes.”

Allen snorted. “You answered that pretty fast,” he observed, noting where the android was looking. A frown curled his lips. He’d heard more than a few times what some of the guys got up to when they had completed an op that ended a little too well. The kinds of things they’d do with RK900 here in the locker room or in one of the lock-up areas that didn’t have a camera. Allen had never joined them. He’d figured it was something they did for morale, something that kept them working well as a team. Not really the kind of thing a superior should join in on. Or condone, he added silently.

“You expecting something from me?” he said aloud instead, wondering why his heart chose now to pound a little faster.

RK900 blinked slowly and came a little closer, falling to his knees without a word. Allen colored a little, new heat rising to his cheeks, but he didn’t let himself move or react besides that. The android stared at his covered, tented dick, the LED on his temple spiraling yellow for a handful of seconds.

“Allow me to assist you, Captain,” RK900 finally said, wetting his lips with his tongue. “You can’t be comfortable like that.”

Allen furrowed his brow and spread his legs a little beneath the towel. Unconsciously, he told himself. Because he wasn’t the type to encourage the passing around of their top-of-the-line model like a communal sex doll. “You know I’m not like the other guys, right? You don’t have to do this kind of thing for me,” he said, hating how his voice had lowered a few octaves in the time it took RK900 to come closer. “Or do you like it when they use you like that?”

The android was near enough now to rest his hands on Allen’s knees. His face was impassive, his eyes so clear and unaffected that it was as if they were discussing the weather, not a potential HR nightmare. “I can neither like nor dislike things, Captain.” His hands were heavy, cool, perfectly inhuman. Allen’s dick twitched beneath the towel from the proximity. He’d never noticed before how thick RK900’s lashes were, how pink his lips. “My only directive is to aid my team in any way they see fit.”

The spit dried up in Allen’s mouth, a vein throbbing in his temple at the rush of blood currently pounding through his body. He gritted his teeth and let out a hiss of breath before sagging against the locker behind him. “No wonder they can’t keep their hands off you,” he sighed, giving a vague gesture with his hand to go ahead. “Talking like that. You’re inviting them to take advantage of you.”

RK900 said nothing to that, probably because it was too busy tugging away the towel to bare Allen’s flushed dick to the world. The android assessed it for a moment, LED cycling yellow in slow, even flickers, and then went blue just as it leaned down to take him in its mouth. Allen grunted and laced his fingers through soft dark hair. “You really don’t waste time, do you?”

Wrong thing to say. RK900 promptly dropped his cock and pulled back, looking him in the eye carefully. “I apologize,” it said. “Would you prefer it if I teased?”

“If you… Jesus, what are they fucking teaching you?” Allen rolled his eyes and yanked RK900 back down by the hair. “Just fucking suck my dick if you’re going to do it. I don’t need the girlfriend treatment. Just get it done.”

The good thing about androids was that they obeyed these days. RK900 didn’t argue, didn’t fight him; it just opened up its mouth once more and took him down to the hilt, bobbing its head in rhythmic pumps to work him off cleanly, economically, and efficiently. Allen sighed and closed his eyes, melting against the wall. He kept a hand on its hair, but he didn’t do much to direct. RK900 had plenty of practice already, so he doubted there’d be a need for direction. Nah, this was… this was for him. Time to relax. No need to worry or be in command or…

He was a little ashamed to admit that the android managed to pull a sound from him. It wasn’t loud. Just a groan half smothered in his chest, but it still echoed loudly against the damp tile walls of the locker room. God, RK900’s knees were going to be soaked, weren’t they? Allen cracked open an eye and watched the android kiss the base of his cock with every bob of its head. Those pale blue eyes were half lidded now, its cheeks tinged with color to match.

Huh.

“Do you like that?” he asked, noting how the LED went yellow soon after. Allen braced his feet on the tile floor and bucked upwards, pounding down the android’s silky throat. “You said you don’t like or dislike things, didn’t you? But look at you. You look like there’s nowhere you’d rather be.”

RK900 closed its eyes completely at that. For such a big, hulking android, it sure as shit looked small now, folding in on itself in a way that seemed… Pfft. Fucking cute of all things. Allen laughed weakly and stroked the android’s hair, bringing his fingers lower to prod at the soft, flesh-like plastic of its cheeks until he could feel his dick through it. Maybe he could see why his guys went so crazy over this, why they always chased one another to the locker room after a mission in anticipation of having this all to themselves to celebrate.

“RK900.”

The android opened its eyes slowly, its hesitation so humanlike that Allen nearly got whiplash.

He cleared his throat, shaking it off. “I’m going to come in your mouth,” Captain Allen said, putting on the voice he used when giving orders. Something low, mean. A voice that expected an answer. That expected complete and utter compliance. “I’m going to come in your mouth, and then you’re going to swallow it. Understand?”

RK900 colored a deeper blue. It rode the planes of his sharp, high cheekbones, gilding its pale skin with the ghost of the thirium just beneath it all. The android bobbed its head. A nod. Its LED flashed red for an instant—

But Allen was already coming, too distracted to wonder why that was.

As far as orgasms went, it wasn’t bad. It came a bit too quickly for his liking, but considering who it was giving it to him, he couldn’t be embarrassed. The only experience RK900 had with this came from Allen’s trigger-happy team, and he didn’t need to ask to know they probably didn’t last much longer if they managed longer at all. Allen closed his eyes through it and basked in the afterglow. His chest heaved. The tight, jittery energy from before faded slowly, taking its time to ebb away with the pleasure deadening his limbs.

Distantly he noted the rhythmic motions of a throat swallowing gently around his sensitive, flagging cock. He forced himself to open his eyes, quirking a lopsided grin as RK900 knelt there patiently, dick on his tongue as if he liked the fucking taste.

But that was impossible, wasn’t it? Because androids couldn’t like things.  

“Obedient little cockwarmer, aren’t you?” Allen let his hand fall from RK900’s hair after one last pet. It landed heavily beside him on the bench. He’d need to get dressed soon, write up his report, and head back home. But for right now… he really didn’t want to move.

“Stay there a little while,” he decided, content to relax here until his brain came back online. He’d just trip and fall over if he tried to dress himself now, and like hell did he want to do paperwork after an orgasm like that. It wasn’t like either of them had anywhere better to be anyway.

Captain Allen stared at the ceiling and ignored the blue eyes watching him from between his legs. He made a fist with his hand that didn’t shake, and let out a breath that slowed his heart another tick. RK900 closed its eyes and rested its chin in the crook of Allen’s thigh.

Maybe he could see why his guys were so eager for this kind of thing. It certainly was one hell of a way to come down.

[crimsonlark]

Forgotten Talents

Summary:  A small one shot about Ross rediscovering his love of drawing. Just wanted to write something fluffy for a change :) Warnings:  swearing Words: 1932

AO3 link: Here

“Hey Trott, could you get me some pencils on your next trip out?” Ross had their only wireless controller in hand, playing a new game Smith had nicked for him. His seaglass tail was loosely wrapped around Trott's waist, twitching absentmindedly as he played.

“For writing?” Trott looked up from his laptop for a moment, pushing his glasses up and rubbing his tired eyes.

“Ah, no… well… I wanted to start drawing?” Ross said in a slightly embarrassed tone. His humanlike skin was betrayed by a bluish blush that spread across his cheeks.

Trott smiled at the sheepish gargoyle and leaned over to give him a peck on the cheek, “Sure, sunshine. Did you need a sketchbook?”

“Oh, no… I um… found one in a box we never unpacked and figured I could use it? Unless it's yours….” Ross had turned his attention back to the game, the blush still dusting his pale face.

“You can use it, I bought it forever ago and never did. You like to draw? I didn’t know that,” Trott tugged on the hem of his oversized sweater and adjusted Ross’ tail on his lap so it didn't snag.

“Just a little… I used to steal bits of leftover charcoal and parchment from artists who would come in to sketch the paintings in my church and just kinda copy what they did.”

Ross remembered being enraptured by the young and old artists coming in and having the skill to reproduce the beautiful works that decorated his old home. He practiced and got better, favoring drawing the artists themselves over the paintings which were static with the same expressions.

Humans were so fascinating, always changing and malleable. As a being of stone, it was a concept that took him a long time to understand. He learned a delicate touch from drawing after crushing his charcoal too roughly and ripping paper several times. It was difficult with his claws but after a few decades he became very precise and gentle.

When Smith burned his church down he cursed himself for not saving his stack of drawings. He was so caught up in the kelpie’s promise of freedom that it slipped his mind entirely. He mourned the loss once everything settled and decided to leave his solitary hobby behind for his new life of companionship.

Recently he had observed some students doing studies in the park and it rekindled his desire to create. He was a little embarrassed but knew Trott wouldn't tease him about something dear to him. Smith never really meant to be malicious but could be an insufferable teaser sometimes.

Trott leaned over to give him one more kiss on the cheek and broke him out his reverie, “I'll grab some next time I head out.”

“Thanks, Trott. Goddammit, can you look up the solution to this one?” He switched back to his usual joking tone and Trott laughed, watching him shake the controller in frustration.

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The clouds had finally cleared and left so Ross took the opportunity to climb up to the roof to draw. He didn't want anyone breathing down his neck as he tried to get back into the swing of it.

He had brought up various things from the apartment and laid them on the shitty plastic table he had on the roof. A bowl of fruit, that only he usually ate, was his first target. After adjusting the fruit for a minute he decided it was good enough and sat on the dangerously creaky lawn chair with his sketchpad in his lap.

He drew for a while, eventually switching out the subject with flowers he had picked from the nearby park. He was intensely focused, tail swishing behind slowly.

He was frustrated that it was so hard, he used to be so good and now it seemed like he was back to square one after not practicing for so long. Annoyed, he crumpled up a page that was just looking terrible and did some deep breathing. ‘You just need to practice more’, he could almost hear Trott advising him. He sassed back the Trott voice in his head, laughing at himself and tried again, a little more relaxed.

Smith had been watching him stealthily for a while now, surprised he hadn't been noticed. Ross was usually very aware of his surroundings. Trott mentioned he was drawing and warned him to not bother him but when had he ever listened?

“Whatcha doin?” Smith asked, getting bored of just watching from the fire escape.

Ross jumped a little, being pulled out of his sort of trance, “What? Oh, just, uh, drawing,”

“Can I see?” Smith sauntered over and draped his arms around Ross from behind, making the chair squeak more under their weight.

“I guess … just don't make fun of me, you prick,” Ross huffed, annoyed that Smith was up here, probably to bother him.

“Oy, I'm always polite, I'll have you know. Woah, you're good! Better than I am definitely, haha,” Smith stood up and moved around to his side as Ross flicked through the couple of drawings he had done the past few days.

“Could I model for you?” Smith flashed a smile at Ross who rolled his eyes.

“I doubt you could sit still long enough.”

“I totally can, look!” Smith grabbed the other molded plastic chair and sat in it, doing a cheesy pose with his hands under his chin.

“Well, I am pretty bored of drawing fruit and shit… Fine…” Ross said in mock defeat, “But don't move until I'm done with my sketch, please.”

“Aye aye, captain,” Smith pulled a dumb face and saluted him, receiving another eyeroll. He laughed heartily and then struck a pose, one arm flexed with a smirk on his face.

“Good, stay,” Ross did quick gesture drawings, telling him to move after a few minutes each. He told him how to pose a few times but mostly Smith was pretty good at keeping it exciting.

After a little less than an hour of this Ross said he was done.  “Well, lemme see, then,” Smith demanded playfully.

Ross turned the sketchbook over to him and Smith flicked through, smile on his face.

“Not bad, you made me look really sexy in this one,” He grinned and winked before tossing the sketchbook back to him.

“Thank you Smith,” Ross had packed up his supplies and pulled him into a kiss, “Mostly for not making fun of me.”

“Hey, I'm not that much of a dick…” Ross pulled a face, “Most of the time…. Okay whatever, maybe I am a dick a lot of the time but I think it's really cool that you draw, I'm definitely not good at it. It's fascinating.” Smith stretched and yawned, complaining that he was hungry.

Ross smiled and hugged Smith tight, knowing that of all the decisions he had made, he was most glad for going with Smith that day and choosing to not be alone anymore.

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“Like this?” Trott was reclined on their couch, fully nude. He was humoring Ross who was still really eager to draw since he had brought him pencils. At first he declined, he wasn't like Smith or Ross who frequently hung around stark naked without any fear.

He wasn't ashamed of his body but not extremely comfortable being so exposed. It made him feel vulnerable and he didn't like it. Only the praise and reassurance from his favorite gargoyle had made him relax enough to agree and try something new.

“Holy shit, Trott… you are so fucking gorgeous,” Ross breathed, his eyes tracing the delicate lines of his collarbone and the hint of muscle in his relaxed arms.

“Yeah, sure, says the literal piece of art,” Trott scoffed back without any real heat. He held his pose comfortably and watched Ross as he drew him. Ross’ tongue would poke out and wet his lips now and then as he occasionally muttered to himself. A small crease formed between his eyebrows, it was so endearing that there was no way Trott could’ve said no.

“Now be sure to draw my dick actual size, you know huge,” Trott gestured down at his crotch jokingly.

“Hey, don't move! I'll accurately represent your tiny dick, Trott, don't worry,” He laughed and waved absentmindedly at him.

Trott's stomach jumped with laughter as he tried to reposition his limbs how they were. He held the pose for another twenty minutes until Ross said he was done.

“Damn, Ross, it looks just like me…” Trott said amazed after he went to get a look. He had tried painting before but it was really hard and he gave up quickly when it wasn't perfect.

“Would you like some tea?” Ross smiled sheepishly, he didn't want Trott to make a big deal over his drawing.

“Yeah, thank you. Seriously, you're amazing, love. Why’d you stop drawing?” Trott asked as he slipped some boxers on and followed Ross into the kitchen.

Ross shrugged as he clattered around, getting the kettle on, “I dunno… when Smith brought me back here I lost all sense of my older self for a while. I was a whole new person with you all. Thinking about drawing brought back how lonely I felt in that church and I really didn’t want to think of those days.”

“Oh sunshine…” Trott wrapped his arms around Ross’ middle from behind and kissed his shoulder where he could reach. “Goddamn you tall bastards.” He grumbled and Ross laughed.

Ross turned in his embrace and leaned back against the counter, slumping down until they were the same height, “Better?”

“Oh shut up,” Trott rolled his eyes before kissing him. He ran his hands through his short dark hair, trying to put all his love for the man into the kiss. They all were terrible about sharing feelings and Trott cursed himself that he didn’t tell Ross more that they loved him and wanted him. He was such a delicate thing in a tough exterior, stone cold and unyielding when they first met. Now more than ever he looked human and just as vulnerable as Trott had felt when he first left the kingdom under the sea.

They broke apart and he looked intently into his eyes. A swirl of magic could be seen in those ocean water eyes if you knew what to look for. Trott lifted his hand up and stroked his bottom lip before resting it on the side of his face. One last tender kiss and the teapot interrupted them. They sighed and ended their embrace, fingers laced together as Ross deftly prepared their tea with one hand.

They returned to the couch and snuggled close, slowly drinking as the it cooled off.

“Ross, I know we all don’t say it enough but… I love you, Smith loves you. Hell, Sips is hopelessly in love with you. I just want you to know that you’ll always be ours and we’ll be yours. You don’t have to ever be alone again,” Trott’s eyes were a little misty but he hid it by quickly taking another sip of tea.

“I know. I love you all too. That’s why I decided I could draw again, I’m not attached to my past anymore and I want to share all I have with you,” Ross smiled, a small tear welling in his eye and breaking only to have Trott catch it with a soft hand.

“No crying in your tea, it’ll ruin the taste,” Trott laughed gently.

Ross just snorted and lied his head on Trott’s shoulder as they both enjoyed the quiet apartment.

[angstandhappiness]

Pitiful thing

Feeling compelled to take a moment to document this saddest looking little dog I saw today.