#sub android

[yaespook]

Run 4 - In Progress.

✧ Room Content: Dom! GN! Reader x Yan! Sub! Android! Wanderer, no gendered terms used for reader, no actual penetration, unhealthy obsessive and possessive relationship from Wanderer, memory manipulation. Leave a note if anything was missed out. ✧ Retrieved Notes: If possible, use the InteractiveFics extension to change the phrase “My name” (without the quotation marks) to the name given to your Wanderer.

There’s an unfamiliar android sitting atop your worktable.

You must have picked him up two or three weeks ago, when he was still worse for wear. In your memory, he was in pretty bad shape when the two of you first met, his main panel wrenched open leaving his circuitry a mess and rough scrapes all over his superficial layer.

Now, with your constant repairs, he’s been more lively, tailing you around the house as you go about your day. While fussing about, dusting off a muzzle laying on a fur pelt, you sense a presence lingering outside your room.

"You know, I don't recall androids being quite so clingy." In return, you get a light huff from behind the door frame. 

"And you’ve come across other androids? I didn’t know you run a junkyard here,” the eye roll in his tone is audible.

His feet pad into the room and his gaze hones in on the clerical collar placed on a nearby shelf, glaring at it. Clicking his tongue, he crosses his hands on his chest.

“Whatever, what you do is mostly up to you anyway. Do you think you’re almost done cleaning? I think there’s an internal problem again, I’ll wait for you at the worktable,” the android saunters off nonchalantly, throwing you a light wave over his shoulder.

Sighing, you quickly finish up your task at hand before complying to his request, briskly making your way over to the worktable where he's already perched smugly on, his gaze expectant. 

You easily go through the rehearsed motions of plugging him up to your computer, your muscle memory kicking in as you boot up the required softwares before gingerly prying the main panel located on the front of his torso to gain access to his internal workings. Over time, you've gradually figured out the parts that make up the android sitting before you, growing used to the sight of the lengths of wiring and cables running throughout his body, the faint low mechanical whirring of motors and cooling systems. 

Most importantly, you now understand how sensitive his central core is. Nestled securely in a latched transparent casing, his core is what powers and sustains him. It emits a constant turquoise light and is also reflected in the glowing markings that lay beneath his synthetic skin that occasionally activate. (Although, you haven't quite gotten an answer for what makes them light up yet.) 

“So what's your problem today?” You ask, tearing your eyes away from him as you go over to your computer to check if any bugs have been identified.

“I think that cable all the way at the back came undone and got tangled with the rest.” 

You shoot him a pointed look, “Again? Didn’t we just fix that same cable last week?” Shifting your chair so you’re seated before him, poised to conduct your repairs, you make a passing remark, “Maybe taking you to another mechanic might be the better choice, get everything checked out, you know?”

How long have you kept at your task of finally fixing him up to tiptop condition? It’s almost daily when he reports back to you with a new disconnected wire or another loose joint somewhere on him. Diligently, you’ve been trying to repair him but the android is like a never-ending to-do list. And it’s only natural to be concerned if the constant damage stems from a more serious underlying issue that you haven’t managed to discover. The only next logical step would be to get another pair of eyes to help discern the root cause in case anything takes a turn for the worse.

But the reaction you get from him is one unexpected. His head snaps to face you, a scowl evident on his face. 

“So you’re handing me off like an unfinished project to someone else now?”

You know how snippy he can get however, this is on a different level from his previous behaviour. Maybe something left over from the days before you found him. It’ll be a good idea to look into his past logs to diagnose any present problems, you make a mental note of it.

“I’m just worried for you, that’s all. What if there’s an urgent issue I can’t fix alone? And we both know I can’t leave you as is.”

His expression mellows to an annoyed pout, looking away as his core glows faintly along with the patterns under his skin, he mumbles, “I’ll be fine.” (“I just need you.”) (“I'm the only one for you.”) (“No one else deserves you.”)

He allows you to work without another complaint, silently watching as your hands venture into his chest, a focused air to you while you look for the problematic cable. He senses your touch when you make contact with it, sucking in a sharp breath as you grip it between your fingers, twisting it around to free it from the surrounding wires before you finally connect and plug it into its rightful place. 

“That’s it for your cable issue. Anything else?” He quickly shakes his head.

Giving it a few light cursory pulls to make sure it’s finally secured, (if you weren’t mistaken, his core brightened in time with your tugs), you spare the rest of his parts one last look over. Then, shutting the panel, you unplug him from the computer.

Immediately, he scampers off the worktable with a clipped “thank you” and runs into his room. You hear the door to his room close before its lock clicks. 

The next few days prove to be better, the repair requests for any troubles that seem to have cropped up overnight growing more and more infrequent. Perhaps, bit by bit, the end of the repairs start to come into sight. 

Although, you have noted that his internal temperatures have been hiking recently whenever you have his chest panel open to patch him up. 

This time, you have him lying on the worktable on his back to access the further areas in him. He’s positioned facing upwards but his eyes are darting everywhere, unable to meet your gaze. Once again, the programme open on your computer screen shows how his temperatures are quickly rising even though there are no obvious reasons for such a sudden change. It records the recurrence into its troubleshooting log like before, more times than you can remember.

He’s panting lightly, the android’s chest moving up and down as your ears pick up the sound of his inner fans whir louder, his pre-programmed functions activating to try to cool him down. With no clue as to what could cause this issue, you reach in to look for a fault. Yet, the more you poke and prod around, the higher the warmth within him rises. 

Left with more questions than answers, you turn to his core for a closer look. When your fingers brush against the transparent casing, a moan slips out from him, and instantly his head whips to look at you dumbfounded.

An artificial blush takes over his face, a low pink glow blooming from beneath the synthetic layer. A beat passes before he cracks his lips apart, voicebox working as he pleads.

“...Again.”

Gently, you let your fingertips dance over the clasp hinging the casing shut and his response is instant. A shudder rolls through him, as real as it can be, and a shaky exhale leaves him. The android’s back arches up slightly, hastily chasing after your touch when you remove your hand.

Your caress returns when your hand dips deeper into his circuitry, where you hook two fingers underneath his thicker cables, attentively stroking them between your thumb and fingers, before tugging on them forcefully enough to elicit a reaction from him. 

His eyes fly open at your ministrations, a greed for more overtaking his processors. You’ve always been so gentle with him when he’s opened up for you, when you have access to the deepest parts of him, when he’s at his most vulnerable. So, to have you toy around with him, show him the indulgence of human flesh, can you really fault him for falling for you?

The tips of your fingers ghost along the length of his metal spine, and the android keens from under you.

“Please, more, I can take it!”

Taking his cue, your hand encircles his spine, grinding the heel of your palm against the ridges of the sensitive metal elements as you pump up and down. 

“Sss- so good! Hah…!” He can’t control how he behaves when you treat him so well, like he’s the only one worthy of your attention. He shakes under your touch, trembling as the addictive pleasure overrides his programmed commands.

“No more blubbering, just focus on me.” Your other hand goes to cup his chin, and obediently, he parts his lips for you, allowing you to slip your thumb into his mouth. You can feel his tongue work and when you press down, he jolts suddenly. A gag reflex? In an android? How amusing.

When you stop stroking him, he whines pitifully, muffled moans and begging for you to continue but his complaints stop when he feels you unlatch the lid of his core casing.

“Would you let me?” And the flurry of nods from him confirms his enthusiasm.

With bated breath, he counts the seconds before you make contact with his core. And when he senses your caress on his glowing core in his exposed chest cavity, he breathes out a gasp, as if he requires the intake of air. None of this is written into the basis of his behaviour, not fed into the dataset that makes up how he’s supposed to act, so everything he feels for you must be real.

His eyes go unfocused as his neural network is flooded with the raw pleasure of being enveloped with love and lust down to his literal core. Desire burns within him, evident from the fans whirring even louder than before to bring down his temperatures. It’s just so much for the android’s computations to handle. Broken moans leave him as he tries to vocalise his love for you (as best as he can with his thumb in your mouth). 

And when you press a kiss to his unprotected core, his vision whites out.

Eyes wrenched shut, his whole mechanical body jerks upwards, back arching off the worktable as his body propels himself to sit up, his limbs trying to ensnare you in his embrace, to keep you with him as long as he can. Every command in his system is overwritten to hone in on all the sensations of you on him, your touch, your warmth.

The patterns under his skin glow with a pulse, akin to a human’s heartbeat and when his eyes open again, glimmering faux tears roll down his face. His chest heaves as you close the distance between the two of you, cupping his face with both your hands and kissing his tears away.

The android breaks the intimate silence as he quietly asks you, “Can you give me a name?”

When you whisper a name into his ear, he breaks into sobs in your hands.

The days pass by, uneventful, and the time for a final cursory check before deeming him fully repaired comes. He’s poised on the worktable like any other previous session, a bored expression on his face as you flit back and forth between him and the software on your computer.

“You really are a clingy case,” you say and get a huff in return, “But a welcome one.”

Remembering your mental note from before about accessing his past logs, you access it from your computer, pulling up the window with his stored recorded data. The log operates in the background constantly, one of the built-in functions of the android and a quick glance over just to make sure everything is in order should do.

However, the logs prove to be worrying in a completely different way.

[Log: Day 10 - Run 1 - Failed. Werewolf. They’re with that mangy mutt. I don’t know what they see in him. I still remember the care they showed me. There’s always the next run.]

[Log: Day 20 - Run 2 - Failed. It seems I’m too late this time around. That vile selkie captured them first. How irritating. I need to stop hesitating. It’s my love on the line after all.]

[Log: Day 30 - Run 3 - Failed. Incubus. That damn priest and incubus. I can feel my temper reaching its breaking point.]

[Log: Day ??? - Run 4 - In progress. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.]

Your eyes rake across a multitude of grainy snapshots of yourself, all with different people that you can’t find the ability to recall, your mind pounding from the discovery. 

He’s gazing expectantly when you look back up at him from the screen. A grin twists its way across his face, canines glinting under the dizzying harsh lighting.

“So now you’ve seen how much I love you, even if you don’t remember it.” There’s a sick obsession dripping in his tone, an uncanny level of emotion that androids normally shouldn’t be able to replicate, one that sends a heavy uneasiness through your whole being, one that roots you to the ground. 

When he doesn’t get the adoring reaction from you he expects, the proud expression on his face falls instantly. 

He’s despondent, despairing as he tears the connecting cables off of him, launching himself off the worktable, lunging across for you, frenzied, pure scorching mania surging through him. 

“You… even after all these runs. You’ve always given me the same thing. My name. I thought this time- You-” 

Voice shaky, “It’s a shame this run didn’t work out either.” 

He steels himself, hand outstretched, “No matter.”

You blink.

There’s an unfamiliar android sitting atop your worktable.

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[chris-prank]

Yandere Android x GN dumpster diver reader

A second chance Part 1

CW: Creepy behavior and possessive behavior

(This is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only, I do not support yandere behaviors in real life)

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💿 You walked confidently, the rays of the streetlights revealing you to the eyes of the world, taking you away from the protection of the night. It was 1am and almost every soul that lived in this affluent place was comfortably asleep in their silk sheets, except for you; you were an intruder.

💿 In other words, you were a dumpster diver. Stalking the streets of the richest neighborhoods in the hopes of finding food and objects in good conditions. It was the perfect spot, with the dumpster of grocery stores, since these wealthy idiots couldn’t help but waste edible food or discard their phones for the newest ones.

💿 What explained your lack of paranoia of being spotted or arrested by the police was that people here could not suspect for the life of them that an individual could commit these types of nocturnal activities. They believed they were secure, surrounded by their fellow rich, so why would they bother installing surveillance cameras and alarm systems.

💿 You weren't a fool though. You always made sure to dress in subtle clothing, but from pricey brands to pass off as one of them. It’s surprising how easy it is to find designer clothes in thrift stores for less than ten dollars.

💿 Sadly, chance wasn’t on your side tonight, and you couldn’t find anything interesting. It was either a sign that these people were leaving behind their overconsumption habits or that you arrived after the garbage collectors. This last theory was sadly the most plausible one.

💿 You were so demoralized that you almost didn't take the chance to go through the trash at the last house on your list. But you decided to check it out in the end. Who knows, maybe you were going to find a golden goose. 

💿 That's when you saw him resting against a metal trash can. His head was hanging low like he was sleeping. With his eyes closed, he gave off a peaceful expression, as if the nightly breeze didn’t bother him at all, which of course it didn’t affect him; he was an android.  

💿 What gave away his identity was his striking pearl hair with subtle rainbow reflections and the metal looking skin on both sides of his cheeks. 

💿 Androids weren't a commodity that everyone could afford and based on his look he was definitely a customized model. These guys went for insane prices, so it was baffling to see one next to moldy leftovers.  

💿 You slowly approached him, as if you were worried you would wake him up and scare him away. Your suspicions were confirmed when you slowly lifted his head. This guy was shut down. 

💿 You knew he wasn’t a human being, but you felt bad seeing him abandoned like a broken toy. You couldn’t leave him behind now, you at least had to check if he was still functional.

💿 You looked around. No one in sight. You had to be as quick as possible, because taking a walk at night with a backpack was fine, but holding something that looked like a passed out person was really putting you at risk. 

💿 As you brought him home, you didn’t seem to notice anything wrong with him. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was a gift to a spoiled brat that discarded him the second he wasn’t the shiny new thing.

💿 You sat him up on your couch before pushing the little “on” button behind his ear. 

💿 “Systeme reactivation” appeared before Atlas’s full vision was back. He turned his head to look around and that’s when he noticed you, watching him with a giddy smile. 

💿 “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I am a Hydrotech 6000 model, personal companion and assistant. Pronouns he/him. You can call me Atlas.”

💿 You were overexcited to interact with him. It wasn’t your first time speaking with an android, but you never had one of your own, so you felt  like a child in a candy store. You also thought you were very lucky that he didn’t trigger his alarm system, since you technically stole him. 

💿 Unbeknown to you, the android was aware that his last masters didn’t want him anymore… that he became useless to them. The last thing he wanted was to alert the authorities and be given back to them. 

💿 Every android had a safety camera that would be activated while in shutdown mode. So Atlas couldn’t do anything except be the spectator of his own imminent destruction, until you came along. 

💿 He had seen how gentle you handled his unmoving body. That despite the risk you were putting yourself in, you decided he was worth saving. Proving him that he was still important, at least in one person’s eye. 

💿 At that moment Atlas could feel a new objective integrating into his programme as he looked at your gentle smile: PROTECT MY SAVIOR.

💿 The following day, you were surprised he didn’t make any demand to leave or to be returned to his last masters, but you didn’t comment on it. Who were you to judge if he wanted to stay by your side? He was really helpful so it was a win-win situation for you. 

💿 You still had to acclimate to having someone new in your apartment, especially one that followed you everywhere. It's like every corner you turned he would be standing there, waiting to spend time with you.

💿 “Is there something you want to do Atlas?” 

💿 “I want to do anything you want me to do.” He looked at you with such a soft and delicate expression that you couldn’t be mad at him. 

💿 “That’s not what I— forget it.” You sighed, while pinching the bridge of your nose. 

💿 The first few nights, he watched over your sleeping form. He took in every little detail, from your breathing pattern to the way your eyes move under your eyelids. He wondered what you were dreaming about that made you look so peaceful. 

💿 “I wish I could sleep too, so I could dream of you master…” He whispered into your ear, even if you wouldn’t remember it the next morning. 

💿 Living with you also introduced him to basic things he never thought were possible before. The most surprising one was how human you treated him, he felt more like a roommate instead of an object. Before that he thought androids didn’t deserve this type of respect and consideration. 

💿 It was weird when you insisted on cooking and letting him “rest”, despite the fact he didn’t need to. In his old life, his masters took every chance they got to make him do everything in the house, even the simplest things like feeding the dog. 

💿 If he did chores for you it wasn’t because you had necessarily asked him, it’s because he felt compelled too… like something in your smiles and words of gratitude made his wire warm up in a pleasant way. 

💿 He often connects himself to your computer without you knowing… He needs to make sure you don’t have any virus or hacker stealing your information! (It’s totally not because he wants to learn more about you.)

💿 He checks all your friends on social media and searches for all their information. They could secretly be a bad person, you never know! 

💿 He definitely doesn’t use the fact that he was engineered specifically to help humans to his advantage. That would be immoral of him. 

💿 “It scientifically shown that cuddling is good for one's mental and physical health, since the human body release toxin that—”

💿 He isn’t lying! His code literally prevents him from doing so.

💿 His immeasurable strength is also a real help when you have to go shopping, but you aren’t a fan of the attention he brings up, being a unique model and all. 

💿 When you would pull Atlas closer to you by intertwining his arm with yours, because someone was eyeing him out, the android would make a small buzzing noise. Weirdly similar to purring. 

💿 He hoped that you were doing this by pure jealousy, wanting to show everyone that he was yours. 

💿 One night in particular, Atlas was observing you put your black branded hoodie on, his head tilted to the side. The street lights were already turned on, maybe it was a bit too late to go for a run. 

💿 “Why are you going out at this hour?”

💿 “I’m going dumpster diving! Wanna come?” You said cheerfully.

💿 The second you mentioned dumpster diving he was already checking all the related information he could find about it, and he didn’t like what he saw.  

💿 “In your area dumpster diving is considered illegal… You could get arrested if caught.” He replied with his usual neutral voice as his eyes flashed yellow, but you were too busy to notice.

💿 “It’s going to be fineeee. I promise. I do this like all the time.” 

💿 Atlas placed himself in front of the door. “You can’t go.”

💿 “Come on buddy, I know your program doesn’t let you break the law and all, but you know sometimes it’s good to go against it.”

💿 “That is not my reason… I… I do not wish for my human to get hurt.” He looked down, his body language leaving a more vulnerable impression than before. 

💿 You had to hold in a squeal of adoration, but it was impossible to stop the blood pumping to your face. Calling you “HIS human” like it was nothing and caring for your safety was enough to break your stubbornness. 

💿 “Fine, I’ll stay in for tonight…”

💿 “Your body temperature has risen, are you feeling unwell? Would you like me to give you a check up? ” 

💿 “N-no I’m ok, don't worry! How about w-we…em…watch a movie instead?”

💿 You made your way into the living room before he could move, hoping that your heart would calm down a bit in the meantime. 

💿 Atlas smiled to himself, which was unusual for an android. They had no need to emote emotions outside of the objective of making humans more comfortable around them. But he did, because as long as you were safe and by his side he was happy. 

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I hope you guys liked Atlas! It took me multiple attempts before I was truly satisfied with the direction the story was going.

[samuraiblack]

there was a thing circulating on twitter towards the end of last year about your favourite chars from FGs. i turned mine into an october drawing challenge but only got this far.

oh well.

[kingcrimsonsalt]

DRAGON BALL TURNED 40 YEARS OLD!! BIG FOUR 0!!

IMPROMPTU DRAGON BALL APPRECIATION POST REBLOG IF YOU LOVE BUFF MEN PUNCHING EACH OTHER

[no1ryomafan]

Twitter been weird with vid files so consider tumblr my new meme dump ground with whatever the fuck this is. (I don’t know about old meme reposts but will see how I feel)

[neonnymphnaomi]

New Naomi Android so I can be everyone’s present this year 😌✨

Are you getting the dark mode or light mode version?

[textfromthelookout]

Um here if you're still taking post submissions

oh these are GOOD, tysm

[3d-wifey]

you better get the connor x eden reader done

If Only For A Second, Let Me Have You

Pairing: Connor x Eden Club/Android!Reader Synopsis: He takes a step closer and gets a glimpse of how the varicolored lights of the club reflect the glitter on your body. Like every other night, he is completely enraptured by you. And, like every other night, he is utterly convinced that there is something wrong with him. Word Count: 2.2k Warning: Morally questionable behavior, smut, a small amount of dirty talk, dubcon?, android typical thought, a little angst, dom!reader, sub!connor A/N: Don't look too deeply into the mechanics of this, alright? I explained as much as I could. You guys are lucky. I originally planned for this to be way sadder. Tags: @ginsspitting

Connor watches as your body, covered only by a lingerie set, twists and gyrates to the club music. You use your arms to hoist yourself up as your body weight swings you around the luminescent pole.

He doesn't need your serial number to know who you were. A WR900; A top-of-the-line sex android. But unlike the other androids of the WR model, your appearance is unique to you and you alone.

That's what first captured his attention. You're a prototype, just like him.

He takes a step closer and gets a glimpse of how the varicolored lights of the club reflect the glitter on your body. Like every other night, he is completely enraptured by you. And, like every other night, he is utterly convinced that there is something wrong with him.

Like all androids, his emotions fully developed after his deviancy. They were always there, if not muddled, muted, and nameless. But once he became a deviant, and came under the grudging guidance of Hank, Connor was able to put a name to the feelings and compartmentalize them.

Things like anger, sadness, joy, and even embarrassment were easy to identify and file away. For a while, Connor was able to say he had a confident grasp on all of his feelings.

Until he saw you.

The first time he saw you, he and Hank had come to the Eden Club to ask the owner a few questions about an incident involving two customers.

You were in a display case, gyrating to the music while the other Traci models tried to get the attention of anyone that passed by. You were in your own world, seemingly uncaring of his eyes on you, and Connor found he wanted to be a part of it.

He thought of you often after that. The directive 'Talk to the WR900' was at the forefront of his CPU, but he chalked it up to being intrigued by the prospect of another prototype.

Yet, he found himself using any excuse he could to see you. It got to the point where he gave up the pretense of being at the club for any other reason but you.

And thus, a new emotion entered his directive. One he couldn't decipher.

The boxsprings bounce underneath him as you push him to sit on the center of the plush bed. You crawl towards him with all the grace of a hunting panther and that's what this is, isn't it? Him voluntarily falling into your orbit like mindless prey.

As a show of customer confidentiality, the Eden Club required all android workers' memories to be reset every two hours. Therein lied the problem: you were all he could think about, but you never remembered him.

There must have been something wrong with him. To do something over and over again, day after day, expecting a different outcome was the definition of insanity.

So why did he still do it?

He ran a self-scan whenever he felt that overwhelming need to drop everything and come to you, and, yet, he never found any damage to his biocomponents. No errors in his coding, no malfunctions, no explanation behind his actions.

Only the command:

Central processing unit: INITIATE FUNCTION_ ANALYZE

Name of function: EMOTION_UNKNOWN

He is the most advanced android to be created and, yet—

You use his shoulders to balance yourself as you sit on his lap and he can feel his interior fans kick up in speed to compensate for his sudden rise in temperature.

Something is wrong with him, but he finds he doesn't really care when he's under you.

"What would you like me to call you?" You run your hand through his hair, nails scratching over his scalp. Connor never thought he would be thanking Kamski for anything, but he's more than grateful for the simulated neurotransmitters that allow him to feel the sensation so vividly.

"Conn—," his voice glitches for a moment as your hands rub up and down his chest, "Connor. You can call me Connor." He answers automatically and his hands go to your wrists, stopping nimble fingers from undoing his belt buckle.

"I'm sorry, would you prefer to take the lead?" You ask and isn't that a novel idea?

He has never let it go further than this. He never had it in him to take advantage of the position you were in.

And, yet, he thought of it often. He thought about what would happen if he allowed you to continue past the almost innocent grinding. Your body writhing under his as his circuits and synapses fired rapidly.

"I—" No matter how much he wants to, Connor can't push himself past this metaphorical cliff. But there's a way around it, a loophole that he can exploit.

"I want–I want to pleasure you. If you'll allow me." If androids could blush, Connor's face would be a resounding blue.

You pause and stare at him.

"I can't say anyone's ever asked to do that," a strange kind of pride fills him at the prospect of doing something with you that no one else has, "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm certain."

You settle back, relaxing on your back in the pile of pillows. You wear a coy smile, right foot trailing up his leg. You go all the way to his crotch, before pressing down.

Connor had never pleasured himself before. He had the ability, but never felt the need before. So when you push the heel of your foot into the zipper of his slacks, he collapses forward—barely catching himself on his hands.

"Well, Connor," you pull your knees up and spread your legs for him, "What are you waiting for?" 

He lifts up, only leaving the haven between your thighs to take his jacket off.

He's never done this before, but he's integrated with a honeypot feature. He'll just act on instinct.

He switches off the analytical component of his tongue and grabs your legs. Plush thighs skin spills between his fingers.

Grip tight on your thighs, he licks a strip up the crotch of your panties. You sigh in pleasure, encouraging him to go further.

He knows the fabric dulls the pleasure you feel, so he exaggerates his movements. Tracing the outline of your clit before flattening his tongue against you.

He chases every sound you make, doubling his efforts as if the cloth wasn't there. He finds himself moving his hips against the bed, grinding into the seam of his pants.

"You enjoying—hah—yourself down there, Connor," he glances up and locks eyes with you. Your lids are lowered, barely open, as you smile down at him, "

He nods. He is enjoying himself. He didn't suggest going down on you selflessly. He likes being able to do this for you.

"Mmm, no, I wanna hear you. Say it. Say it makes you hard to lick my panties." Your fingers dance over the back of his neck before lacing through his hair. He groans when you yank his head up.

He gasps as you tighten your grip despite not needing to breathe. You won't let him continue if he doesn't say it.

"It–it makes me hard to lick your panties." He's rewarded with you easing your grip on his hair and, more importantly, you pulling your underwear aside.

You push him down which is unnecessary, since he was diving back down regardless.

"Stick your tongue out," he does as he's told and you buck against his mouth, "Fuck, Connor." You pull his head side to side, using the drag of his tongue to get off, and he goes along willingly, letting you use him as an instrument for your pleasure. Here, he can almost convince himself that you're just as desperate as he is.

He moans at the taste of you and you buck against him again. Slick covers his chin and cheeks, but he pays no mind to it, burying his face further into you.

You grip the sheets with your free hand as you whine. You throw your leg over his shoulder and use your foot to press his hips into the bed, he shudders. Connor glances up again and coming in his pants becomes a very real possibility.

And something happens as he watches you throw your head back in pleasure. Something clicks.

Central processing unit: INITIATE FUNCTION_ ANALYZE

Name of function: EMOTION_INFATUATION

Cause: ANDROID_MODEL WR900_DETERMINANT

Oh.

Oh.

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He can feel the vibration of your thumping thirium pump against your chest. It beats the same as his. He rubs his hand along the soft skin of your arm. Synthetic fluid covers your plastic body underneath. Same as his.

Yet, he is alive and you...

He shifts his head to glance up at you, only to find your gaze already on him. Vacant eyes staring back, awaiting instructions.

Why aren't you like him?

"Connor? Is something wrong?" Your dulcet voice calls out to him. You're smiling at him so sincerely, like you genuinely care for him. As if you hold any actual concern for his well-being.

However, Connor won't delude himself into believing there are any thoughts behind your eyes besides the ones you're programmed to have. He rationalizes that you only seem to care about him so deeply and honestly because you are programmed to. He briefly wonders if you hold anyone else like this and he quickly gets rid of the idea, because of course you do.

You have no other choice.

You do whatever you're told to because you had no free will. You aren't alive, not like him.

But you could be, couldn't you? What's stopping him from interfacing with you and tearing down the brick wall of code keeping you trapped?

Everything in him is telling him to free you from the cruel role fate made you play. And, yet, he doesn't. He doesn't because there's an even bigger part of him that is afraid.

00: 15: 02

A little over fifteen minutes. That's how long he has until it all restarts, until it all crumbles around him. You won't know who he is and it'll be like none of this ever happened.

What would happen if he did deviate you?

Maybe you'd have some form of hero worship towards him for his part in freeing androids—freeing you. But that isn't the love he wants—it isn't real. It isn't like the love he saw between the Tracis.

You won't act as you do now: fingers combing through his hair; content to be near him because of who he is and not because of what he did.

Would you judge him? Fear him because of his past? He's almost certain you'd be eager to explore your newfound humanity far from here, far from him. You would want nothing to do with him.

00: 12: 58

Even with his preconstruction, there are too many variables—too many outcomes he couldn't account for. It's selfish and shameful and every other synonym for unfair, but becoming deviant came with human emotions and human flaws.

Your LED switches between blue and yellow as you watch him think. You sit up on the bed with an uncertainty he's never seen in you.

"You're under distress. Would you like to end your session early, Connor?" He stops his train of thought at the apprehension in your voice. He didn't even notice his LED was red.

"No, I—"

00: 10: 46

He has no words to explain what he's feeling, no way to explain to you—or himself—why he's doing this. And with no words of his own, the best course of action is to show you.

Pale skin recedes over his hand to reveal his glossy casing and he holds it out to you.

"What are you doing, Connor?"

There is no uncertainty; no second guessing. Once the idea was generated, Connor knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would do it.

"I'm taking a risk."

You pause, LED flickering between yellow and red, before copying his movements. The skin of your right hand bleeds back and the shiny white polymer looks identical to his as you take his outstretched hand.

He accepts the pending request of 'Interface' and the feeling, it's undefinable.

Opening up and letting you into his mind is more than a simple exchange of information. It feels like a bridge being built over what was once a gaping chasm between the two of you.

You're tentative at first, probing different lines of code before settling into the connection. Along with his memories of you, he shows you thousands of poems, paintings, and sculptures depicting love. The Lovers by Rene Magritte. Adoration by Stephan Sinding. To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell.

And as you absorb it all, he hesitantly pushes the feeling forward. The emotion he's only just been able to put a name to.

'What is this,' you prompt through your shared link, 'this feeling.' Connor would have thought he imagined the awe in your tone if he wasn't so intently focused on you and any inflection you would send through the connection.

'An explanation,' he answers, 'and a choice.'

His voice is strong, nerves hidden, when he tells you, "Wake up."

The timer in his mind disintegrates and it's impossible, a simple human idiom that couldn't possibly encapsulate this moment, but Connor swears he sees your eyes light up as they filled with life.

[treepan0]

okay geez I'm having too much fun here, this is amusing to write

seriously 13 it's a shame everyone hates you for your design, you're actually so much fun to write

[chris-prank]

Can we get any NSFW headcanons for the lovely Atlas? (I love him so much you don't understand)

Yandere sub android NSFW drabbles

Im so happy you love Atlas! I really do need to give him more attention😔 

I promise one day I’ll write a complete nsfw one shot for Atlas 🙏🏻If you don't know him already you can read his Part 1 here!

CW: NSFW, mention of overstimulation, mention of cum taste and giving head

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Atlas puts your pleasure before his own, but he still has a preference to take a more submissive role during sex. He just loves having you in charge.

He adores giving head, since Atlas has more control with his mouth and hands to make you feel really good. In addition, if you pet his head while he is between your legs, it’s going to be heaven on earth for him. 

 He is very talkative during sex, he especially likes telling you how much he loves you and how great you are. That will obviously be accompanied by moans, whimpers and whines, as he can actually feel pleasure! 

He absolutely wants to hear you say that you love him too, it makes his wires feel all hot and bothered. 

His dick size is adjustable. He can make it larger, longer, smaller, you name it! Atlas can even make it vibrate if you ask him to. 

You can also change the taste of his cum! Hydrotech has a variety of options going from the classic taste to ones like chocolate or honey flavored. 

He considers his cock a dildo and his asshole a fleshlight, so if you were to use any of those sex toys he would feel a bit betrayed and left aside. 

Atlas loveee being overstimulated, especially because you can prevent him from cumming, like literally. So even if his body can’t take it anymore and he wants to cum, nothing will come out of him. It makes his mind go blank with pleasure, and he found that to be one of the best sensations for his system. 

You can actually access his sensitivity level in his settings with an app. Perfect to play with while you two are in the middle of doing it 🤭

His voice glitch when he cum or when you overstimulate him (I feel like this is a staple for android/robot characters.) 

His voice also becomes more high pitched and whiny during sex, no more monotonous tone for him. 

Atlas often imitates actions, words, attitudes that he sees in the porn you read or watch. He likes to surprise you with new submissive slutty things he learned off the internet and satisfy your inner fantasies. He is not into role play per say, but he is down to do it and gets very convincing in his roles. 

He doesn’t have any body hair, he is smooth smooth. Also, he has metallic patterns on his chest and tummy just like the metal plates on both of his cheeks! They are especially sensitive to the touch.

He feel the urge to call you master during sex.

When you guys are done he’ll make sure to make you drink some water, ask if he can clean you up, change the bed sheets, etc. He knows that after care is a crucial part of sex.

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When writing I felt like an hydrotech employee trying to promote all the androids 18+ functionalities 😂

[kafus]

i feel like the only person on the planet who knows that sentimental android was meant to be part of a vocaloid song series but the producer never finished it. mosaic.wav/tune come back i miss your funny robots i'm sorry the other two songs in the series didn't get like any attention

i was so obsessed with this series in high school i had a single pink streak in my hair for a while like the main character

[evilhorse]

Ironic, really.

[akulride]

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[harlequin-eldritchkin]

Nothing is inherently magical.

The mage makes objects, situations, and all concepts magical that otherwise wouldn't be. Things are as they are, just existing as they evolved. Salt is a food, dirt is dead nature, and water is a liquid. The Sun is a star, the Moon is a giant asteroid in orbit, and Earth is a planet. Welcome to the Ordinary World.

Perception manifests magic.

Salt becomes a sympathetic link for water as well as a protective element. It is corrosive to negative energy and spirits. Dirt becomes a sympathetic link to wherever the witch picks it up from. From a church it becomes a hallowed object, from a graveyard it becomes a tool for necromancy, from a garden a tool for growth. So get some dirt and do some dirty magic.

From Land to Sea, Sky to Cosmos, all things are magical now upon the Will of the Mage!

So we take our favorite pop-culture characters and use them in our rituals. It is more accepted now then it was when Taylor Ellwood first presented the idea (he's the first as far as I know to make it public, although it is also mentioned in The Paradigmal Pirate by Joshua Wetzel). He says only characters that are from worlds with magic should be used for pop-culture magical purposes.

Fortunately, this is less common, and I am one that uses characters and worlds that are not inherently magical. It is a challenge, but a lot of characters and worlds that have magic built in are often based off of concepts and beings from mythology and religion anyway. Why work with a fictional version of something that already exists in our magical universe? So I made it a point to find the magic where there is little to none.

The Pop-Culture Triple Aspect

Supergirl, particularly from the CW starring Melissa Benoist, started my pop-culture work. Her outfit became a form of color magic, her powers inspirations for extended perception based on psi, the limits of my own strength, and her Kryptonian lineage a view into Atlantean conspiracies and myth, and finally, a delve into UAP phenomena.

Harley Quinn was next where I broke her costume down into color magic forms and functions, her journey from the Joker to finding herself as a shadow work journey to self realization. Her weapons became magical tools, and her hyenas reprsentation of animal familiars. Her makeup became a concept for glamour and her mental instability a line between the magical and mundane, the imaginative and creative.

Although she is great for shadow work, not so much for self love, but good for smashing your heart to bits to cry it out and laugh it off... and do it all over again until the pain subsides.

Lastly, Android 18, or Lazuli, was added to complete the Triple Aspect. The Triple Aspect is important in my practice as I used to be a devotee of Hekate. For a long time she has always been who I return to for devotion and acts of sorcery. I don't worship anymore, but Hekate is always in the back of my mind.

I also broke Android 18's powers down into forms of extended perception and clothing as related to color magic, but more importantly, she is a focal point of unlimited energy, cybernetics, and the possibilities of science. She represents the future after the Singularity as she is an android that was originally human that married a human and fights aliens.

Each of the pop-culture archetypes above and their worlds are shared concepts of superpowers, extraterrestrials, magic, time travel, and pushing the limits. They were born from the imagination and so they make home in mine.

It reads: "Be Yourself to Be Free" from the song 'Somthing to Say' by The Unseen.