#tars interstellar x reader

[minty-drop]

SOME WIPS IM WORKING ON!!

The collector x jester parental reader (platonic obv)

Yandere Auto x reader Jealousy headcanons

TARS x reader headcanons + CASE x Reader headcanons (separate)

Yandere TARS x reader headcanons

Hopefully I’ll have these done soon!!

[mermaids-and-robots]

Title: Goodnight Moon Summary: You fall asleep on TARS. Word count: 357 Fandom: Interstellar (2014) Pairing: TARS x Female Reader Warnings/Additional tags: no smut, space, robot/human relationships, fluff/love/feelings, open ending. Originally posted to AO3 on Dec. 31, 2024. AO3 link

You lay on TARS' chassis, his smooth metal frame cool under your body.

You couldn't sleep so you wandered the halls and wound up where he rests for the night. He offered for you to join him, initially sitting next to him, but as your conversation grew longer, you became relaxed and started to get tired.

He noticed this and, just as you were about to stand and excuse yourself, he told you, "Stay," then paused, "I enjoy your company."

You told him that you were tired, taking half a step away, but he insisted. "Y/N, please," almost pleading, "You can sleep on me, if you want. I don't mind."

The offer made your cheeks flush and a warm sensation go through your whole body. You couldn't say no to him, not when he's been so sweet to you.

He was always willing to stay up late with you and talk on the nights you couldn't sleep - which was often. He always managed to make you smile and laugh, but he'd never tell you that he strove to do so. And, likewise, you'd never tell him the feelings you've formed for him over the years you've known each other.

You cuddle closer to him, his frame slightly heating up due to your body warmth. His fans are running just a bit faster to keep his internal temperature normal.

He might just be a robot, but damn... if having you lying on him didn't feel... right. His systems functioning on the inside buzz a bit louder, almost like a calming purr as he takes in how you feel on him.

He thinks to himself, 'Having her on me like this... making me feel things a robot shouldn't. If only this moment could last forever.'

He pays attention to your body's functions; your heart rate slowing to a resting pace, your body temperature settling, and your muscles relaxing. He takes pride in being able to make you feel so calm, as it brings him a sense of peace as well.

"You are absolutely precious, Y/N." he says softly as your doze begins to get heavier. "Goodnight, sweetheart."

[raiden88]

TARS x reader

Doing this because the only one I can find is TARS X CASE.

This is going to be more of a ‘living with’ sort of fanfiction series [?] possible series, let’s see how much traction this gets.

First, my artists’ rendition of a humanoid TARS, for future reference

Will update it when I get a better drawing of him humanoid.

• also, you were also on the mission

• if you want, you can switch it from tars to case while reading

-Timeskip to after movie ends and cooper saves brand from that other planet we saw her on-

You were waiting at copper station. Waiting…. Waiting for cooper and TARS to get back from their secret mission. Everyone was alerted that there had been a stolen ship, everyone was worried about that, but not about the two who had gone missing that same night.

You were also upset that they didn’t even try to tell you. You thought that after everything you had been through together, they both, or at least one of them, would tell you about their endeavors. But no, you were left alone, worried, and scared, thinking about all of the possibilities. Would they come home? Would you ever see them again? Will they come back with Brand? What has Brand been up to? Is Brand okay? Is she even alive? We’re all the thoughts that kept going through your head like race cars on a racetrack.

You were so lost in your worried and saddened thoughts, that you hadn’t realized that they had returned. “(Y/n)? Is everything alright? You look ill.” You heard TARS’ voice suddenly ask as you were thinking. You looked up to see the cereal box you fell for. “TARS! You’re back!!” You jumped up and tried to give a pathetic hug to the giant packing box of steal. “I thought you guys wouldn’t return, why didn’t you tell me you were leaving! I could have come with you!” You scolded him, obviously upset that you were left alone.

That’s when cooper stepped into your view and spoke. “I told him so that you WOULDN’T come, I didn’t want you to come with in case we could make it back.” He explained half heartedly. “You, the man who survived a black hole, was worried you wouldn’t return? I call bull.” You rolled your eyes slightly, not taking the man seriously. “Okay, think what you want sport, you and slick can catch up while I take ms. Brand here to the doctors to check on her and her vitals.” He helped Brand to walk to the doctors, she seems to have aged quite a bit, maybe 15 or 20 or so.

You do the two fingiré salute, offering your attention to her. “Glad to have you back ma’am.” You said. “Glad to be back.” She retorted, still holding onto Cooper, trying to walk over to the doctors.

You turn towards TARS once again, realizing that you never really let go of him that entire time. You slowly, and awkwardly, let go of him, being slightly embarrassed. “Sorry”. You laughed, stepping back and letting the rather large Nokia 3310 move around as he liked. “It’s of no problem to me, I enjoy your affection.” He explains, moving his body to a sort of sitting position. “Thats good to hear, I think.” You we’re worried that he may judge you for your affection toward him, cause come on, he could pass for a lampshade, and you still love him.

“How was it here while we were gone?” He asked, rather curious. “Well…. More windows were broken, we have had three harvests, aaannnd they came up with a new technology that seems rather odd to me.” You name off, counting on your fingers while thinking of the most prominent things you could remember. “What kind of technology?” He asks, turning to you lightly, seemingly very curious. “I don’t know, but it reminds me of that one game I played a long time ago. WhT was it called… it started with a ‘D’. Hmmmm.” You thought for a a few, then, “AHAH! Detroit: become human! That’s it!” You exclaimed excitedly.

“Wow, they just keep enhancing every day huh. Those machines must be happy with their bodies.” He said, though you could send some sort of sadness. “Hey, everything okay TARS?” You asked, slightly worried about this handless drawer. “Oh yes, I’m fine, just hard getting around with this bull sometimes.” He somewhat hurriedly explained. “I could talk to them if you want, I can see if they can somehow, I don’t know, transfer your data?? Or your conscious? If you’d like me to that is.” You add that last part swiftly and look at him worriedly, hoping not to have pressured the microwave.

He seemed to be thinking about it because of how long it took him to answer. “I think we should do it.” He stated, turning to you fully. You were still stuck on the word we, but you were still excited. “I can’t wait then.” You smiled to him, happy about what was to come.

~~~END~~~

Please tell me what you think so far!

[inhumansforever]

Inhuman of the Day

November 28th - Triton

An amphibian Inhuman with green, scaled skin, pointed ears and fish-like facial features.  Triton is the elder brother of Karnak, the son of Mander and Azur, and cousin to King Black Bolt.  As a result of the effects rendered upon him by Terrigenesis, Triton has remained by far the most alienated and isolated member of the Inhuman Royal Family.  

Triton was exposed to the mists during early adolescence.  It mutated him into an anthropomorphic, fish-like being with the ability to breath underwater and survive in inhospitable, zero-oxygen environments.  Unfortunately, it also left him unable to breath regular air and he had to be sequestered to a specialized aquatic tank so to keep him alive.  

Triton’s new physical form and abilities were deemed as highly unattractive and unfortunate by the standards of old Attilan; the compensatory actions needed to keep him alive were a source of great embarrassment and consternation to his aristocratic parents.  So great was their disappointment over what had happened to Triton that they chose not to have their younger son, Karnak, go through the process of Terrigenesis.

Triton had a very solitary childhood and young adulthood, largely spent stuck in his life-sustaining aqua-tank.  He was eventually outfitted with an aqua-suit that enabled him to move about freely throughout Attilan - although this did little to abate his loneliness.  Triton’s brother, Karnak, was often merciless in his teasing, referring to Triton’s freakish appearance as a warning of the haphazard nature of Terrigenesis.  Karnak seemed to be honorable and thoughtful in all other areas of his life, yet when it came to his brother, he often devolved into a cruel adolescent.  

Despite the isolation that he had endured, Triton grew into a highly compassionate, noble, and empathetic individual.  Stoic and laconic, Triton gradually earned the respect and admiration of his fellow Inhumans and became a valued member of Black Bolt’s royal entourage. Triton remained loyal to Black Bolt during Maximus’ coup and temporary ascension to the throne.  He traveled with the others to the humann world in search of Medusa who had fallen prey to the manipulation of the villain known as The Wizard.  Although it was a perilous adventure, Triton seemed to greatly enjoy his time outside of Attilan.  He reveled in the freedom afforded to him swimming about the Earth’s oceans.  Like his cousin, Crystal, Triton was quite fond of the human adventurers, The Fantastic Four, and even joined them for a short time as an auxiliary member of their team.  At one point, Triton was instrumental in rescuing Reed Richards after he had become lost in Negative Zone.  

Maximus ultimately developed a more streamlined protective device for Triton that enabled him to survive out of the water in an unencumbered fashion.  Though he was now free to roam Attilan on his own, his isolated feelings of not quite fitting in persisted. 

At one point Triton met Prince Namor The Sub-Mariner and toured the underwater kingdom of Atlantis.  Atlantis felt more like a home to Triton than Attilan ever had and he was tempted to remain there, turning his back on his home and race of origin.  Triton ultimately opted to return to Attilan, although he remained a close friend and ally to Namor and the people pf Atlantis. Triton and Namor had many adventures together and their friendship cemented an important diplomatic tether between Attilan and Atlantis.  At one point, Triton joined a group of sea-faring heroes formed and led by Namor called The Deep Six.  

Triton has proven his metal as a skilled combatant on numerous occasions, serving with distinction during The Kree-Skull War, as well as during skirmishes with formidable foes, including The Hulk, Attuma, Plantman, The Pursuer, and The Mandarin.   There was one adventure where Triton saved all of Attilan (as well as the members of the Fantastic Four) by searching out and destroying a bizarre lunar crystal that was emitting a powerful hallucinatory influence.  This valiant act was done on his own with much of Attilan unaware that it was Triton who had saved them.  Being a quiet and modest sort, Triton chose not to divulge this act of heroism.

Some time later, Triton’s physical form began to further mutate.  His dorsal fin became more pronounced and his face and body took on a more serpentine look.  For reasons yet to be told Triton has since reverted to his more original form; and then mutated back to the serpentine form once again (no explanation has been offered and it’s likely just a matter of different artists preferring to illustrate Triton in different fashions).  

During the Secret Invasion event, Triton traveled to the planet Pelagia.  There he encountered a race of beings whose physical form and abilities very much resembled his own.  Although he was foreign to this world, Triton felt a sense of belonging there that he had never before encountered.  A part of him wished to stay among these people, yet he was on a mission for his queen and his duty and loyalty to The Inhumans overruled his own needs and hence he returned to the others in time for their decisive strike against the Skrulls.  

Following the defeat of the Skrull forces, The Inhumans found themselves embroiled in an interstellar conflict between the Kree and Shi’Ar Empires.  During this War of Kings event, Triton led a specialized branch of the Royal Guard largely made up of aquatic-type Inhumans.  The various aquatic skills these Inhumans possessed loaned themselves very well to the zero gravity combat situations crucial to this war.  Triton served with great valor and his heroism was highly lauded by the many Kree soldiers he served alongside.   Once The Shi-Ar despot, Vulcan was killed and his empire shattered, The Inhumans found themselves in the position of acting as the de facto rulers of the decimated Kree Empire.  Medusa ruled over the Kree from the empire’s new home world of Kon-Tar while Triton was tasked with leading a scientific survey of a nearby astro-phenomena known as ‘The Fault.’  Triton was assisted in this survey by the Kree scientist named Ra-Venn.  

Although Triton had not yet before showed romantic interests in others, there seemed to be something of an amorous mention between the two.  Sadly, Ra-Venn perished when their vessel was invaded by mutagenic spore originating from within The Fault.  

The Inhumans eventually returned to Earth and Triton and the others enjoyed a short respite, a peace that was ultimately shattered by the coming of Thanos and the subsequent Infinity Event.  During this event, Triton helped in the evacuation of Attilan prior to Black Bolt’s detonation of The Terrigen Bomb.   Following the fall of old Attilan and the apparent demise of King Black Bolt, Triton has remained by Medusa’s side.  His former aqua-suit had been damaged and he has had to return to utilizing a more cumbersome device that includes a mouth-cover and tubes that connect to an aqua-tank fastened into a backpack.  Stoic as always, Triton has yet to complain about the matter.  

Following the Secret Wars event, Triton accompanied Black Bolt and Reader in a mission to save Black Bolt and Medusa’s son, Ahura from the grasp of Kang The Conquerer.  This initial effort to rescue Ahura was ineffective, leading a second attempt alongside Medusa and her Uncanny Inhumans squad; they were ultimately successful and Ahura was reunited with his parents.  

Some time later, Triton ended up breaking ranks with his queen, Medusa.   He did not feel that Medusa’s acts to take revenge on Tony Stark for his incursion onto the sovereignty of New Attilan was drastic enough.  Triton believed that more severe action needed to be taken so to deter other would-be invaders.  This led Triton to elicit the aid of his cousin, Maximus.  

This proved to be folly in that Maximus took things way too far, resulting in numerous deaths.  Triton ultimately confessed to his part in Maximus’ bent schemes in order to end a violent conflict between Iron Man and The Inhumans of New Attilan.  Triton agreed to surrender himself to the authorities. Triton was incarcerated in a human jail for superpower inmates.  He was later broken free from this jail by Maximus who recruited him into a harebrained scheme to create artificial Terrigen and hence end the war that was waging between the Inhumans and The X-Men.  

Seeing the potential to redeem himself, Triton agreed to aide Maximus in this pursuit.  Unfortunately, Maximus’ plan to create a formula for artificial Terrigen proved to be just another madcap ploy on Maximus’ part to sew mayhem and consolidate power and information.

In the wake of Inhumans/X-Men War, The Royal Family lead a contingency of Inhumans to track down Maximus and Triton and bring them to justice.  After Triton’s capture, it was decided that he would not be returned to the justice system of the human world.  Instead, Triton was brought by his brother, Karnak, to the Tower of Wisdom where he could reflect on his past mistakes and misdeeds and devise of new means of earning redemption.  

At the onset of the Death of the Inhumans event, Triton accompanied the Royal Family to a secret local to confer with the Universal Inhumans regarding the threat posed by a new faction of the Kree Empire.  They arrived to find that the Universal Inhuman delegates had all been slaughtered by the Kree.  Triton tried to attend to a victim who appeared to be still alive, yet the body was boobytrapped with an explosive device.  Triton was teeming killed int he resulting blast.  

Later, it was revealed that Triton was somehow transported to the Hala where the Kree planned on using him to create more of the Vox super soldiers.  Unwilling to allow his people be transformed into these zombie weapons, Black Bolt destroyed the Kree facility and the various Inhumans who had already been transformed.  Triton was among these Inhumans and he appeared to perish.  Although hopefully this won’t be the last we see of Triton and he will return some day.  

[mermaids-and-robots]

Title: Basic Protocol Summary: You were caught snooping around a highly protected government facility and are being questioned by a large and strangely handsome robot. Word count: 1,881 Fandom: Interstellar (2014) Pairing: TARS x Female Reader Warnings/Additional tags: 18+, smut/lemon, robot/human relationships, cursing, capture, interrogation, dubious consent, size kink. Originally posted to AO3 on Dec. 10, 2024. AO3 link

The broad tactical robot takes you down to the ground with a rough thud, hard enough to blur your vision and make your brain foggy. What happened between then and now is hard to recall. Something, something you were dragged (or maybe carried?) into a big room with a table and chairs. Shelves and computers (or important looking electronics, at least) rest against the walls. The people in the room with you talk amongst themselves, however loud enough for you to hear. It's hard to make out what they're saying, though, since your ears have a slight ring to them and your head is pounding.

One of them, a woman with short, dark hair, comes over and asks you in a firm but also calm voice if you need anything.

"Ibuprofen? Please?" She nods, abiding your request, and returns with two of the tablets and a glass of water a few minutes later. You swallow them with ease and sip on your water, waiting for the pain to subside. The door opens and clicks closed a number of times before it's just you and two other people. The woman tells the other person something along the lines of, "Give her a bit, thirty minutes or so. Her head's hurting." One of them then leaves the room.

You stay seated at the table with your face in your hands as the headache begins to recede, not paying much attention to anything else around you.

When the, albeit dim, lighting doesn't hurt your eyes so much, you pick your head up and look around. There's no one else in the room with you, causing you to assume the second person had left but you just didn't notice. You look around the room and nothing is different with anything, just…

Taking in the… thing? before you, it makes your head hurt to think so hard right now, but it looks like the robot that-

"Feeling better?" It asks, and you jump back in your chair at the sudden voice coming from it.

"Jesus! Fuck," you respond, a bit spooked, "Yeah, yeah. Not a hundred percent but-"

It cuts you off. "That's all I need to know. I'm not here for niceties, Miss Y/N. How did you end up here?"

"How do you know my name?" you retort quickly.

If it could, it would look at you with a scoff, its eyes glancing to your pockets. But it can't, given that its "face" is quite literally only a screen. "One of the security officers found your wallet on you and searched for ID."

"Cool," you respond half sarcastically. "But now that you know my name-"

It interjects abruptly, as if knowing what you're going to say next. "TARS." Your eyes clear up a bit more as the headache subsides even further, focusing on the tactical robot before you. And, yep, written on his right side, on the front, is 'TARS' in gold. "But I already said I'm not here to make friends." His voice is to the point, clearly not messing around.

"Then what do you want with me?"

"Nothing," he says, "But the others want to know what you're doing here."

"Well I'd tell you if I knew where 'here' was."

"Enough with the smartass remarks, Y/N, you know damn well where you are. Now; Tell. Me."

Your face flushes a faint pink at his sudden assertiveness and you, subconsciously, sit further back in your chair, your posture straightening up. When you speak, your voice comes out timid and almost submissive.

"I was just… on a walk."

"In the middle of nowhere during the evening?" He, clearly, doesn't believe you, but his voice holds a hint of mocking in it. "Don't lie to me, Y/N."

"I'm not lying!" you defend.

"Bullshit!" He leans forward and, for some reason, a wave of bravery washes over you and you stand; still nowhere close to meeting his stature but trying to show him you're not scared either way. "Don't make me take you down again. Sit. Down."

You obey immediately, though you would be lying if you didn't feel the slightest bit of arousal at his direct order. His voice carried a "fuck around, find out" tone. It sounded almost as if he wanted you to try him, because he obviously wouldn't have hesitated a second time.

Your eyes scan him up and down; Being so close to him making it clear as day to you that, yes, dumbass, he is much larger than you and that's a fight you won't be winning any time soon.

Your breathing quickens a bit and your eyes dilate as you sit back down, your arms crossing over your chest as well in a mock way to shield yourself.

"Now." He speaks again, voice still stern. "I will ask you one. more. time. What were you doing outside of this facility?" He pauses for a moment, letting you think but not answer, and then says, "Answer honestly, Y/N; I don't like games. Don't make me get physical."

Honestly, at this point… you wish he would. It would be cutting right to the chase and saving both of you a lot of annoyance. And, uh, physical? He may just be a metal, rectangle tactical robot - But goddamn, if he isn't a fine looking one.

"I already told you," your voice comes out as frustrated, a bit hostile as well, "I was on a walk."

"Why."

"To have some alone time but you've ruined it."

"Stand up. Your day is about to get a lot worse than this."

You listen to him and stand as he makes his way around the table, pushing the chair aside. Once it's out of the way, you can feel TARS right behind you, just inches away from you.

"Hands on the table."

"Why?"

He gets a bit closer, repeating himself, "I said: Hands. On. The. Table. Y/N."

You sigh but oblige anyway.

"Good," he responds, "Now, one last time. What's your real reason for being here?"

"I already fucking told you!"

And with that, your attitude makes him snap. He forces you to bend over the table, your chest hitting it with a bit of force.

"Hey! What the fu-!"

He swiftly pulls your jeans and panties down and presses his cold and sleek metal body against your exposed center.

"What are you-!"

"I warned you." He responds as a compartment near his middle opens up, revealing a thick and smooth metal robot dick.

"You can't do this! This is illegal!"

"Stay put." He demands. "The laws outside of this facility don't apply here."

"Oh great, the big and scary retired robot is gonna rape me?" You mock him.

He lets out a sick chuckle in response. "Not rape. You'll enjoy it."

You huff out, responding with, "Whatever."

He lines himself up with your pussy and pushes himself in, groaning as he goes deeper inch by inch. "Fuck, you're so wet already, Y/N." He begins to thrust slowly, still working his cock into you. "Do I really make you that horny?"

You let out another huff as you blush. "Shut up." You try to sound serious, but it's not working well. He felt so good the moment he put it in. Hell, he felt good before he stuck his dick in; when he bent you over the table you couldn't ignore the way your stomach jumped.

He finally bottoms out, his large cock buried deep inside your warm cunt, and his thrusts begin to pick up in pace.

"Are you going to tell me what you were doing here?" He thrusts hard after his sentence. "Or should we just drop the subject and enjoy ourselves?" Another hard thrust, forcing a pleased moan out of you.

"Just…" You sigh, vaguely defeated but still glad he's willing to forget the whole thing. "Just fuck me, TARS."

He laughs, almost playfully, as he picks up the speed and praises you. "Good girl."

His metal frame slams into your warm and fleshy body, the sound of both hitting against one another in such a lewd way echoing in the room, mixed with your moans and his mechanical whirring.

Your nails scrape against the surface of the table as he plows into you from behind, the motion only becoming more demanding and harsh, but no less pleasurable.

"TARS! TARS!!" You let out with ecstasy filled cries.

He grunts and "breathes" heavily, cursing as he fucks you senseless.

"Fuck, Y/N, you feel incredible." He curses, his artificial breathing harsh. "So fucking tight and taking it so well."

Your mouth hangs open as your hands try to grip onto the flat surface of the desk. Your eyes roll back, too, as he brings you closer to your peak.

He groans. "I can feel that little cunt getting close. But I'm not done with you yet."

"Ohh, fuck… TARS!"

His hips meet yours in a rough jolt, causing your body to be pushed forward a little bit. He speaks in a deep, husky tone, "That's what I like to hear." He continues to fuck you mercilessly, his mechanical cock pistoning in and out of your soaked pussy as you take all of him without a fuss.

"Fuck..." he sighs, "You're so good, baby. Cum for me."

You never expected, in a hundred or a million years, that a robot such as TARS; built for tactical reasons, could (literally) fuck like a machine and have a filthy "mouth" on him. But here you are, getting absolutely railed by him, and loving every minute of it.

"TARS!" you shout, your voice hoarse from all of the moaning and whining. Your pussy spasms around his dick as your orgasm washes over you, squeezing him tightly.

He grunts out, an almost angry sound, his voice lower than before. "Just. Like. That." He thrusts with each word as he lets you milk his cock, your arousal basically gushing from you and coating his dick, soaking down onto the rest of his metal surface as well as your inner thighs.

"Fuck…!" Your voice is weak, strained, but he's not done yet and your body is already building up to a second, even more mind blowing climax.

"I'll keep you here all night, if I have to." he tells you, using the same tone he did earlier when he told you to sit down.

He fucks you with more vigor than before, a renewed energy, as he knows he's going to bring you to a second orgasm. He could fuck you all day and night and still keep going.

"TARS! Fuck! Oh my God, TARS!"

His movements become more demanding as he wants, no, needs you to cum for him, at least one more time.

"What was that, Y/N? Who do you belong to?"

"You, TARS! You!" It comes out as a whine, a pathetic and almost pleading sound, as your cunt constricts around his mechanical member. This triggers his own release. His dick throbs inside of you as it releases a very warm, sticky substance.

He "gasps" harshly, his circuits overwhelmed with the pure pleasure he just experienced with you. "Fuck, Y/N…" He pauses for a minute to gather himself. "I think that I need to keep you here for more questioning."