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one-boring-person · 9 months ago

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Hello! xxcyberwraithxx here 😊 Thank you for accepting another request from me 💖

I absolutely ADORE the T:Salvation story you wrote for me back then and I’m rereading it til this day 🥹 So I’d like to request a sequel to “Admiration” if you will, but with a female reader. Skynet is taking the prisoner out of her cell a while after the events of “Admiration” and wants to study her further.

I’d like the story to contain a very flustered prisoner, a smug murderous AI and some aesthetic masturbation 😁 Skynet wants to see her doing it again, so to say 😈

Again, thank you so much!

I hope you enjoy this! I had fun writing it🤭🤭🤭

Admiration Pt.2

Skynet (Terminator Salvation) x reader/OC

Warnings: smut, NSFW, masturbation, voyeurism (?), stripping, slight dom/dub dynamics (slight lol)

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If possible, the T-something-or-others seem relaxed on either side of her, unbothered in their purposeful strides. They don't bother holding her as they walk her down the artificially lit corridor, one carrying a weapon she's unfamiliar with and the other staying close enough that it could grab her should it need to - as if she'd try running, anyway. Absently, her mind goes to her own kind and what they might do in her position; she knows they wouldn't be harbouring the same shameless warmth tightening in her chest at the prospect of possibly meeting the being she's chased so long that she is.

Nerves bite at the back of her throat, her eyes flicking nervously back and forth, observing the sterile walls around her. They're unmarked, completely bare except for a few indented panels and lines where doors must be, completely devoid of the superfluous decoration that she's seen in old human strongholds from before the war - the ones that are left, anyway. It's eerie, but she likes the simplicity, the authenticity of it, the lack of the relentless approval-seeking that still plagues the human race to this day. Just another thing that Skynet has mastered in its time being sentient.

She's shaken from her thoughts as the two terminators beside her stop briefly, waiting for a hidden door to slip open with only the slightest hiss of air. They usher her inside, one gesturing towards the lit-up icon in the centre of the room, the outlandish red glow emanating from the symbol set into the floor bathing the walls in a warm hue. Hesitantly, she steps onto it, pulling the tattered coat she has been permitted to wear tighter around her frame as her bare feet make contact with the cool glass of the light. She glances back, watching as the terminators stand at the door, crimson eyes staring into nothing somewhere high above her head.

Glancing around, she frowns as she realises the only thing in the room is a holographic screen near the far wall. It flickers occasionally but is otherwise blank for now. Without thinking, she lifts her hand to her mouth, chewing on her chipped fingernails as she waits for something to happen, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck lift.

After a moment, the screen changes, conforming to a more recognisable shape. She watches, eyes wide as a humanoid shape takes form, not quite solid but far from the glitching apparition-like prototypes she's seen resistance scientists create as so-called ‘holograms’. They're not a shade in comparison to the unwavering figure in front of her, the uncanny similarity to human mannerism many ages ahead of where her own kind are in the advancement of this technology.

The hologram looks like a man, his face chiselled and frame lean but muscular, soft brown hair pushed back neatly from his forehead. Clever blue eyes peer at her from under a hooded brow, glittering in the scarlet light, slightly distorted by the way the thin lips have curved up Into a perfect initiation of a smirk. He's tall, but not unnaturally so, looming over her as the image steps closer.

She observes the image carefully, brow furrowed as the nerves mingle with a newfound disappointment…this is the Skynet she's waited so long to see?

‘I am curious,’ The apparition speaks, a smooth, flawless masculine voice echoing from holographic lips, ‘Most of your kind would have tried to escape by now, but not you. You've surrendered to your supposed fate with no issue.’

She swallows, fiddling with her sleeve as it cocks its head at her.

‘One might say you've even shown a certain enthusiasm in staying. You gave quite the show before.’ It sounds proud, arrogant somehow, its eyes narrowing to mimic an accusing stare.

Her heart almost falls from her body at that, her mind instantly flashing back to the night she spent curled on the floor, writhing in pleasure - she hadn't realised, stupidly, that she'd likely have an audience. Heat rushes to her cheeks and she bites her lip, eyes widening. A question burns on her tongue, but she doesn't dare ask just yet.

‘Thank you for your performance, it was very informative,’ The hologram continues, standing squarely in front of her, lifting an eyebrow as it observes her, ‘You have something you want to ask.’

Every drop of moisture leaves her mouth under its imperious gaze, but the question pushes forwards regardless, stuttering from her lips before she can help herself.

‘I-is that what you really l-look like?’ Her voice sounds strange in her ears after so little use.

That seems to stump the hologram for a moment, the image flickering slightly.

‘No, it is not. I picked the avatar with the intention of keeping you calm, but it is not what my true form is.’

She swallows, then looks it squarely in the eye, ‘I want to see your true face.’

In the blink of an eye, the hologram vanishes, then reforms, the screen reappearing with a new face glowing on it. This time, her heart leaps for a different reason.

A pair of deepest crimson eyes, set over high, sculpted cheekbones gleam out at her from the screen. They're mesmerising, keeping her so fixated she has to tear her gaze away to take in the rest of the inhuman face, letting her eyes roam over the metallic structure of their head, tracing each ridge and indent carefully. There's some kind of otherworldly beauty to the carved features, something she'll have branded into her mind forever.

‘You really are an interesting specimen,’ Their voice has changed now, indescribably inhuman, and yet entirely human at the same time. It sends chills down her spine, the warmth in her chest growing and growing by the minute.

Their face pulls into a smirk, thin lips pulled charismatically up at the edges, their eyes staying fixed on her.

‘Now for the real reason you have been brought here,’ They continue, speaking calmly and clearly, ‘You're going to give me a repeat performance.’

She blinks, snapping from her trance.

‘W-what?’

The smirk widens.

‘Masturbate as you did before, only this time so I have a better view - do not hide yourself from me.’

She splutters for a moment, squeezing her legs together as heat gathers between them, their words having an undeniable effect on them. A furious blush races to colour her cheeks at the being’s next words.

‘And I really insist you don't try to hide from me, you are far too beautiful. I very much enjoyed the show the last time.’

Eyes wide, she swallows before replying, ‘Why did you watch?’

Skynet seems to lift a brow, looking amused.

‘Why would I not? You looked ravishing. Now, if you please…’ Their voice lowers an octave, becoming more baritone - her body shivers in anticipation, ‘And please remove your clothing…I would make it a crime to hide such beauty away if I could.’

She nods, biting back a shy smile at the compliment. It makes her core throb, the heat in her stomach burning. Hesitantly, she pulls the jacket from her shoulders, dropping it to the floor behind her. Slowly, she skims her hands up her abdomen, taking her shirt with her, carefully revealing her taut skin to the cool air. Goosebumps rise on her stomach but she ignores them, pulling her shirt from her body to reveal her breasts to the glowing eyes fixed on her. Almost imperceptible, the smirk grows wider, Skynet watching as she exposes herself to them, barely glancing aside as her bra follows the shirt and jacket. Nervous but enjoying the attention from her ‘captor’, she runs her hands over her chest, massaging the soft flesh of her breasts alluringly, rolling her nipples between cool fingers. She tilts her head back slightly at the stimulation, pinching her nipples until they harden under her ministrations. A rumbling sound of appreciation fills the air, the bring watching her clearly approving of her actions.

Feeling encouraged, she leaves her breasts alone for a moment and moves to pull her trousers down her legs, revealing her dampened underwear. She moves her hand down her body, pushing her heel into the heat between her thighs, sighing loudly at the stimulation. Without waiting another minute, she tugs her panties down, hissing slightly at the cold air on her slick core.

‘Good.’ The smooth voice interrupts her thoughts, Skynet watching closely as she runs her hands over her body once more. The praise makes her thighs clench together, putting a teasingly small amount of pressure on her clit. She sinks to her knees, leaving her legs spread a little to give herself better access.

The moment her finger brushes through her folds for the first time, a long, breathy moan falls from her parted lips, her eyes falling closed. She fathers some slick before massaging a circle around her clit, unable to stop her hips thrusting forwards into the air, craving more of the euphoric touch, but she restrains herself, going slow to give Skynet the show they deserve. Every so often, she spreads herself for them to see how wet she is, revealing her dripping, fluttering hole to them as it clenches around nothing. Groans and sighs emanate from her chest, a whimper escaping as her finger teases her hole, promising to dip inside before slipping away to rub over her clit once more. Aware of the eyes watching her so closely, she lifts her free hand to play with her breasts again, squeezing the soft skin in time with her strokes over her messy cunt.

‘Lie back, knees by your chest and legs spread. I need to see more.’ The command comes unexpectedly, but it spurs her into immediate action, her hole clenching hard at the imperious tone of voice.

She does as she's told, exposing her wet core to the air and returning her fingers to her folds, swiping them through to tease herself once more.

‘Finger yourself.’ Skynet issues the instruction once more, voice taking on the baritone quality again.

Opening her eyes properly, she looks into the deep scarlet depths of the eyes watching her before plunging a finger into her dripping cunt. A wrecked moan tears out of her at the intrusion, her hips bucking into the air as her feet plant the ground, fucking herself on her own hand as she plays with herself. Roughly, she kneads her breast as she thrusts her finger into herself, rubbing the heel of her hand over her clit, ecstasy racing through her veins as a knit starts to form in her stomach.

She adds another finger, slowing her thrusts briefly for Skynet to see herself stretching around her digits, biting her lip at the obscene wet sounds that emit from where her cunt is swallowing her fingers. Tipping her head back, she speeds up again, moans accompanying every thrust into herself, sounding more and more debauched with every second.

‘No,’ The voice interrupts her again, her head snapping back up, fingers stilling, ‘Keep your eyes on me.’

She monas out an affirmation, going to continue before Skynet says one more thing:

‘And if you're looking for a name to moan, make it mine.’

Her cunt tightens, her hand faltering for a second as the pleasure nearly overwhelms her. Profanities mingled in with Skynet's name fly from her mouth as she fucks herself faster, feeling herself getting closer and closer to completion. The only sounds in the room are her whimpers and the wet noises coming from her cunt, Skynet silent now as they watch her pistoning her fingers into herself, her hips lifting to grind her clit against the heel of her hand once more. Shockwaves of pleasure rush through her, her mind going blank except for the burning red of their eyes - all she wants now is to please Skynet, to do well for them and make herself feel good for them. Her other hand flies from her breast to her cunt, fingers rubbing her clit roughly in time with her thrusts, trying her best to keep her eyes trained on Skynet. The knot in her stomach tightens again, threatening to snap.

‘Fuck, I'm gonna cum…please, Skynet, please…’ She moans out, begging the being for their permission.

‘Good girl, cum for me.’ The voice resonates through her, pushing her over the edge.

With one last push of her fingers inside her, she climaxes, her cunt tightening around her hand, legs fighting to stay open. Her hips thrust themselves onto her hand, her body writhing as the ecstasy crashes over her, her vision almost going blank at the sheer intensity of the orgasm. She slows her thrusts, riding out the sparks of pleasure until they've dulled to a soft tingling, her breaths coming hard and fast as she comes down from her high. Swallowing, she sits up on her elbow, making sure to keep eye contact as she removes her fingers from her fluttering cunt. Feeling brave, she lifts her hand to her mouth and licks one finger carefully, seductively.

A low sound of appreciation echoes around the room again, Skynet looking very pleased with themself.

‘I do believe I am going to enjoy having you here.’

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