#Android Amusement

[stevebattle]

Robot state trooper – Kentucky State Police (1984). A DC-2 robot made by Android Amusement Corp. "A robot was sworn in as a Kentucky state trooper on Aug. 6, 1984, at the state capital in Frankfort. The robot, donated by the Chevron Corp."

[nicheretrohorrorgame]

Otd oc to ship with Evan dawes no one look at me I'm embarrassingly obsessed with a background character again

[jude-shotto]

A long time ago- (orz Im so sorry it took this long) someone requested a crossover in someway with Barbie Fairytopia and Detroit: Become Human

So here is the Karafam meeting Bibble for strawburryusagi 💖

Christmas discount for art prints on my INPRNT under the cut | speedpaint

[ad-astra-per-aspera-1389]

Frankie is taller than Marcus, send tweet

[no1ryomafan]

“I need to stop doing trace shit even if I admit it’s traced”

<proceeds to do it anyways

[artificialjealousyartist]

A little joke that I forgot the prompt for featuring @brightsidery's characters! I think it was something along the lines of seeing her with cowprint? I can't remember lol

[chestnutisland]

(oh that reminds me) Have you seen the Buu Bits from Team Four Star? They didn't get much attention, but there was an absolutely hilarious and cute joke with 18 and Krillin~

Yes, I have and I enjoyed them ^_^. LOL yeah even if it's a tired old joke and something the fandom gets really annoying over, I still think it was a funny scene. It was a fave tho my absolute faves about the Buu bits are Sharpner, the scene where people talk from Buu's body, and the scene with Gohan saying he is an adult. The bg music score was really nice in that one.

[carlocarrasco]

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[artificialperscn]

He knew he was lucky in that respect. Unlike Geo, he was able to go about his days in whatever way he saw fit. As long as he got his work completed within the time limit, he had the rest of the time to either get even further ahead in his work or do whatever else needed to be done. Things like tidying and organising, whether it be files and paperwork, or more domestic things like cleaning and ironing his clothes. Just because he was a synthetic didn't mean he could forget about appearances, the whole point of him was to seem human, so keeping well presented was a part of it.

Yet it all gave him the opportunity to wander, even if the idea hadn't come across the Company's mind. They didn't think he was capable of it, he wasn't meant to be, so why worry? But he did, sitting outside feeding the pigeons, feeding stray cats and dogs that lived down alleyways, little things that he shouldn't care about, shouldn't spare his time for, but he did anyway.

Then then was Geo. He shouldn't miss someone, shouldn't think about them, shouldn't be distracted by them, but again, he was. It wasn't until he was there in his presence again that he realised it felt like he was whole, filling up an almighty chasm he hadn't known was there. He held onto the other android tightly, hoping he was doing it right, only having a few examples from his database to go by, but he hadn't pulled away or protested so that had to be a good sign. "I think exactly the same way." Max admitted quietly, resting his stubbled chin against Geo's head. "I... want to smile whenever I think about you." He'd have blushed if he could. "Obviously, I need to be careful when I'm at work. it's just... you're nice to think about." He huffed softly, his own way of laughing. "But I like this better. Being here with you."

"Perhaps one day..." There was a small nod. "I would like to see it very much." Geo had thought about visiting Max time and again, but every time he thought on it too long, he tended to spiral, thinking about every little thing that could go wrong. He had never left the house before without a task, what if he was approached? For the android who spoke so readily about feeling and doing what he wanted, he was often bound by his own fear.

"The grandness of-" The android had started, but fell silent when Max initially pulled away. Were they done already? He almost wanted to protest, but those thoughts were cut short when he felt himself pulled into a hug. He knew he had wished for a real hug for a very long time, but he hadn't realized just how much he missed them until this very moment. He did not hesitate to reciprocate, giving Max a soft squeeze as he wrapped his own arms around the other.

No longer having to stand on his toes to make up for the height difference, he melted into the other android, deciding to rest the side of his head against him. "I very much like being around you too." He smiled up at him, content. "These memories get me through my days...." His lower lip briefly tucked itself under his upper set of teeth, lightly running them over his own synthetic skin. "That is to say, I think about you a lot too."

[stevebattle]

"CHARLEY" (1984) – a Toronto based DC-2 robot made by Android Amusement Corp, CA. "Today's primitive assembly line automatons are a far cry from the cuddly; human-like robots seen in movies but the day may come when they will replace us as the leading species on the planet." – Android aspirations, Toronto Star Archives.

[ozzgin]

For October, may I ask for more Xenomorph content from you? I adore all of your work from your writing to your drawings, and it would make this silly little worm squiggly with joy - and maybe a bit of something else, if you catch my drift... -

Much love and smooches! 🪱

Xenomorph Queen x Reader x Xenomorph Hive

In which you're kept as a toy by the Queen and passed around by the rest of the Hive. They know you're Ripley's descendant. They'll take their time with you. content: gender neutral reader, NSFW, based on Alien: Isolation

All you wanted was closure.

That's why you hounded every lead, every hint, every possibility. That's why you ended up on Sevastopol, crawling your way through rotten remains of androids and abandoned labs. That's why you got caught.

You thought you'd end up like the others. When the Xenomorph Warrior brought you to the nest, you caught glimpses of the facehugger carcasses, and the people who served as incubators. Their chests were split open, bloated and obscene. Your lips pursed in a grimace as you awaited your fate.

Unexpectedly, you were dragged along, further into the labyrinth of slime and bone. Until, at last, you were facing the Queen herself. You could immediately tell: she was enormous compared to the other aliens. The servants scurried away, abruptly dropping you like some sort of offering for the curious Beast.

One glance, and she knew. She could see it in your defiant scowl, a certain familiarity that immediately filled her with amusement and excitement. You were related to Ripley.

At first, she just observed you as some sort of peculiarity. Truth be told, she never truly learned much about humans outside of the brief incubation period. Then it happened: it seemed that touching you in certain ways aroused you terribly. You were visibly embarrassed by your reaction, biting your lip, covering your face, or trying to look away in order to hide the deep red blush rapidly spreading across your features. The Xenomorph Queen was intrigued.

For the most part, she enjoys toying with you. You're her little plaything, and she won't stop until you're all hot and bothered. Then she'll leave you to the hive. Often, she will watch as her Warriors and Drones pass you around greedily, having their way with you before another one hisses for a turn. Rarely she'll demand her share, mildly envious of the shameless whimpers rolling out of your mouth from being ravaged by one of her underlings.

See, she doesn't mind the others fucking you. She hates it, however, when you're enjoying yourself more under their savage hands. No one does it better than the Queen.

To think she'd be this possessive towards her new human belonging.

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[shepscapades]

Thanks to artfight, I’ve finally finished a detailed, official dbhc cub reference! :D

(I’ve put his Artifight description below the cut, which has a more detailed explanation of his timeline, lore, and aesthetics! >:3)

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁  OVERVIEW ❁ ༺ ˎˊ-

Name: C.B.F.N.4000 (Cub) Pronouns: He/Him Species: Android Height: 5’9’’ Associated Visual Themes: vex, ghosts, explosions, mischief, scientist aesthetic, potions, potionmaking, sleepy/tired aesthetic, conspiracies

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁  ABOUT ❁ ༺ ˎˊ-

CBFN4000 is an au version of MCYT Hermitcraft’s Cubfan, set in my DBHC (or Detroit Become Hermitcraft) AU! This au is inspired by the 2018 game Detroit Become Human, but not because it really has anything to do with DBH—I simply yoinked the android mechanics and incorporated them into the world of Hermitcraft. It began as a S8 au, and has roughly followed the hermitcraft timeline up to the present! 

Cub was the last android made during Season 8. While many of the hermit androids were made at the beginning of season 8 and a few were made for season 9, Cub was finished and activated mid-late Season 8, around the time when Hermits started noticing the Big Moon. Cub’s model ended up being a sloppy experiment in deviation, as Doc suggested they try to transfer deviancy to an android upon activation to try and avoid traumatic situations that might cause an android to deviate violently or upsettingly, such as Etho’s, Tango’s, or Mumbo’s experiences. While this went relatively well initially, it clearly wasn’t very thoroughly thought out, as Xisuma (who is normally so adamant and detail-oriented when it comes to assuring the androids’ safety with experiments like this) wasn’t truly himself due to external manipulation and mostly left a relatively young-deviant Doc to carry out the project himself. 

Cub, though adjusting to sentience rather well at first, very quickly became wrapped up in the Big Moon happenings on the server, new personality and inexperience to emotions like fear and ignorance completely overwhelming his young system. He became obsessive over the implications and consequences of the Season 8 Moon Apocalypse, joining the Mooners and spreading his conspiracy theories religiously throughout the server as he descended into madness. The insanity was like a virus to his programming, pervasive and all-engulfing, and Cub’s final attempt to free himself from the Moon’s impact with the Earth—to launch himself on a llama into space via potion-powered TNT(insane btw)— left his hands and feet singed and cracked to ruin.

The experiment, considered a horrific failure by a deeply shameful—and more awake—S9 Xisuma, left Doc and Xisuma with the decision to reset him for the new season, and they ended up pairing him with a hermit like they had done with the other androids, to give him a chance to find deviancy on his own terms. So, at the start of season 9 and fresh after a reset, Cub was paired with Scar. Naturally, because Scar is… Scar, Cub deviated almost instantly after being given to him, and very quickly adopted the iconic lazy, stoic, amused attributes normally associated with Cubfan. Scar’s tendency towards mischief and general shenanigans grew instantly on Cub, and the two were an immediate inseparable pair. So much so that when Scar began rambling one day about his Season 5 Hermitcraft Shenanigans (where deals with the Vex may or may not have been involved), Cub immediately stated he was interested in being in on it. Whatever “it” means. It’s unclear if Cub also made a deal with the vex or became connected to them in some other way, but… well, he got Doc’s help to trick out his eyes, hair, and back to best fit the part. Scar is very jealous that he can't magically make himself have the same features to match.

Cub is closest with Scar (there's something there, I think), but he gets along just as well with any of the other hermits! He’s close with Jevin and many of the other redstoners like Etho and Doc, who are the other two androids I’ve put on artfight!

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁  EXTRAS ❁ ༺ ˎˊ-

Cub's eyes can light up in the dark, and he’s the only android who has edited his programming so that the default state of his LED is white, not blue. It still will go yellow and red if his processors are working particularly hard, but he’s replaced the blue setting on his LED with white to better match the Vex vibe. Cub has all of the vibes of a fae. If that’s anything <3

[harunayuuka2060]

Lilia: Oh dear...

MC: *accidentally shot Idia's tablet while practicing their magic*

MC: ...

Lilia: *tries to lighten up the mood* I’m sure Idia has plenty of gadgets to use. This shouldn’t be a big issue.

MC: I should go apologize.

Lilia: How are you planning to do that? Idia dislikes being approached, so he'll just run away if you try.

MC: I'll just sneak up on him then.

Lilia: ...

Lilia: Pft- *laughs*

MC: Pépé?

Lilia: *amused smirk* Oh I would love to see that.

Idia: Seriously...

Idia: How can someone be so careless?

Ortho: Honestly, it was pretty amazing that they could shoot from that distance.

Idia: I liked them more when they were just an ordinary, magicless human. Now they break things like Malleus does.

Ortho: It was unintentional.

Idia: Yeah, I know.

Ortho: Hm?

Idia: What is it, Ortho?

Ortho: It's them. They've come to visit.

Idia: Huh?! No, no! Shoo them away!

Ortho: ...

MC: *who's already standing behind Idia*

Idia: Ortho! What are you still waiting for?!

Ortho: ...

Ortho: *smiles* Welcome, MC!

MC: *smiles back* Thank you.

Idia: !!!

Idia: *fainted from shock*

Ortho: Are you here to return my brother's tablet?

MC: Oh, yes. I’m sorry for breaking it.

Ortho: *giggles* It's fine. Anyway, I’m impressed by how you avoided our alarms.

MC: Lilia mentioned that he would run away if I made my presence known.

Ortho: That’s true, but I’d recommend ambushing him next time.

MC: ...

MC: Wouldn't that be mean?

Ortho: Yes, but he needs to learn to interact with his peers.

MC: I see.

Ortho: Oh! Did you know? My brother loves your SDC performance!

Ortho: He said you looked like you came straight out of an otome game!

MC: *smiles* That's quite nice of him.

Idia: *has regained consciousness but chose to pretend to be asleep*

Idia: Ortho...

Lilia: What did Idia say?

MC: He pretended to be asleep the whole time, so I ended up just talking to Ortho. He told me not to worry about the tablet.

Lilia: Ooh! That's great!

MC: ...

MC: Pépé, something's been bothering me since I met Ortho.

Lilia: Hm? What is it, dear?

MC: Has technology in Twisted Wonderland advanced so much that an android humanoid could contain a human soul?

Lilia: ...

Lilia: Pardon?

[livemedown]

OKAY. WHATEVER.

Because I really want to relive the horrors of LISA on the bus to work man, really wanna set the mood for the day. How the hell are you supposed to do combos on mobile? Falling off cliffs has never been easier! This is stupid and yet I am very amused. Imagine doing the Marty boss fight on your fucking android. Wow.

[comatosebunny09]

not quite human [ 02 ] | sylus

— cw: reader implied to be femme, gendered terms (miss, girl), profanity, sarcasm, existentialism, groping, innuendoes, sylus is an android, futuristic au, inspired by detroit: become human — notes: fuck it. here, have an update. [ part 01 ]

You know how you get something you thought was useless, yet you’ve grown accustomed to having it around for so long, you can’t envision your life without it?

Like, a towel warmer. You think, who the fuck would waste money on one of these things? What’s the point of one when you have a dryer? But say, your friend buys you one as a birthday gift. You can’t give it away or throw it out—that would be rude, asshole. 

So, it sits in your bathroom for ages, collecting dust and shit particles from your toilet. That is, until that one day you reluctantly decide to use it. And you realize, okay, maybe this isn’t so terrible. And soon, you’re using it every day. Used to the little luxury of having a hot towel against your ass—one of the few, minuscule pleasures distracting you from the whirlwind of your life.  

That’s how you’ve come to view your android friend, Sylus. He’d give you the piss for comparing him to a towel warmer. But you’re not very good with analogies so he can suck it. 

He’s become a part of your life you never knew you needed—someone to fill the gaps you leave around your home, to color the once quiet space of your apartment with his nerdisms, sarcasm, and presence. 

It was an adjustment, getting used to this hulk of a man—machine?—moving around your home like he’d always been a part of it, quiet as a cat, scaring you shitless. He’s like the pair of Crocs you said you wouldn’t be caught dead in. And yet, trying them out, you understand why they’re so damn convenient, especially in sport mode.

You can’t deny how nice it feels to return to a clean apartment. To journey home after an arduous day of work to hot food, clean sheets, and an asshole kicking you around in Mario Kart. Every. Single. Time. It’s not fair; he’s using his AI to hack the game, you just know it.

Yet, as much as you’ve wanted to fight him for besting you at every game on your Switch, you don’t think you’ve ever wanted to disassemble him more than now. 

You’re fighting for your life. Literally. No matter how much you gulp down air, you don’t feel like it’s enough. You might die here, coated with sweat and breathing like a pregnant woman ascending a set of stairs. You’ll at least ask Sylus to delete the browsing history on your laptop following your untimely demise—the things you’ve researched there out of morbid curiosity would warrant a visit from the FBI agent spying on you.

“One more round,” he says in that unfairly smooth voice as if he’s completely unfazed by the fact that you’re dying.

You turn pleading eyes on him, your hands dropping at your sides. He smirks, eyes gleaming with amusement from behind the safety of the punching bag. 

“That’s what you said the last three rounds!”

Sylus shrugs. “You’re the one who said you wanted help utilizing your gym membership.”

“Yeah! With Pilates or Spin!” You coil your body into a fighting stance, striking the thick leather of the punching bag out of frustration. “Not with this shit! You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

His face is an impassive mask as he holds the bag, unaffected by your anger-fueled jabs. His cold indifference encourages you to hit harder. His stupid face, his dumb, silky hair. 

“Pilates won’t enhance your cardiovascular endurance like boxing will.” 

Thwack!

“And, based on your eating habits and the sedentary life you lead, it’s only a matter of time before you have a heart attack.”

Thwack!

“I’m merely helping you stave off the inevitable.”

Sigh. 

You drop your stance, flailing about like a brat. Some of the gym’s other members eye you warily before returning to their workouts. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack doing this. I’m not Mayweather. I’m just a girl.”

He chuckles, the sound carrying below the cacophony of racking plates and the music spilling from the speakers to tingle your toes. You try not to think about it. How his mirth makes your stomach feel weird and makes your lips twitch with the threat of a smile. 

It’s terrifying how human he seems. Despite the electricity and blue blood flowing through his biocomponents, he’s not much different from a regular man. He’s become more human-like as the months eased by, trading his stoic, efficient robot-speak for something more casual. He’s become something like a roommate. A roommate who doesn’t eat, sleep, or go a day without making you want to hurl yourself into the void.

“Your sex doesn’t exclude you from your human limitations,” he says, disrupting your ruminations. 

You glare at him, wondering if you can reprogram him to be less of a dick. That, or sell him for spare parts.

Sylus’ eyes soften the slightest, fleeting bit. For a moment, you think he’ll be sympathetic. But you forget this man wants you dead. “One more round, and we’ll be done.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. Give him a wary once over, ignoring how his tank bares his artificially toned physique, how his shorts boast the power of his thighs. You’re sure CyberLife is also out to wipe out the human race, what with how much detail they put into their androids. You’re no better than a man.

Resigned, you posture yourself for another round, adrenaline spuming through you, your knuckles turning white beneath the cotton bindings of your wraps. “Fine. But after this, I want the greasiest slice of pizza in the city, and I don’t wanna hear shit about it.”

Sylus huffs a sound, his eyes narrowing with mischief. “I’ll keep quiet, then. You have my word.”

Motivated, you start wailing on the punching bag like it owes you money, driven by the image of a slutty pizza slice melting in your mouth.

—

You should’ve known better. Should’ve known he’d make you work even harder for that pizza. The thought of it now makes you nauseous, and you’re once again fighting for your life. 

“I don’t even,” pant, “want the fucking,” wheeze, “shit anymore!”

He turns devious eyes on you from a broad shoulder, running ahead like it's effortless as breathing. Of course, it’s easy for him. He doesn’t have to worry about his lungs exploding or faceplanting on the pavement. 

“Come now,” he calls, and did he really just speed up? “The pizza parlor is only a block away.”

You roll your eyes, jogging behind him, all sloppy and about to fall apart like Patrick Star when he first entered Sandy’s dome. “You’re a,” pant, “real pain in the ass, ya know that?”

Fuck him and his stupidly long legs and his inability to feel pain. Maybe you’re in over your head. Didn’t know what you were signing up for when you asked him to help you get into shape. Normal women would be getting their nails done or picking out ridiculously expensive purses by now, not training like a fucking Saiyan. 

You slow to a hobble as the crosswalk pans into view, the red, holographic lines signifying you stop and wait for traffic, your saving grace. You dry heave as cars swish by, hands on your knees. A heavy, wide palm claps down on your back. You glower, and if you had the energy to, you’d chuck him in front of a speeding bus. 

“You did well,” he says. It sounds patronizing coming from him. But you asked him to show a little personality after your first week together, so you have no one to blame but yourself.

You straighten, your heart ready to leap from your chest with how ferociously it pounds. Sweat eases down your nose, and you cut your eyes at your robotic tormentor. “I did, huh? I only thought about killing you three times. I should pat myself on the back.”

Sylus snorts, his lips pulling into a smile. A dimple craters his cheek. Had you not been fighting to breathe now, you’re sure you’d be rendered breathless by the sight. 

“That’s a new record. But if the number of times you’ve wanted to harm me is dwindling, I’m not doing an effective job as your workout partner.”

Before you have the luxury of a response, he takes off across the street when the crosswalk glows green. You stare after him, mouth agape like a fish out of water. “You bitch!” you shout, chasing him, your chest warming at the boyish cackle he tosses you over his shoulder.

—

After a taxing game of tag—or, a game of you crying and throwing a tantrum in the midst of the shopping district, and Sylus taking pity on you (or trying to shut you up)—your journey concludes in front of a coffee shop.

“It’s the least you could do after running me into the ground,” you grumble around a pout, crossing your arms. 

Sylus peers at you from his periphery, that effervescent humor never leaving his face. “Fair enough.” He holds the door to the swanky little coffee spot open for you, bowing like a butler in wait. “After you, Miss.”

You scoff, brushing past him. The rich aroma of coffee beans and warm cream washes over you like a soothing balm, smoothing the divot between your brows. You smile, exhaling beneath the ambient, artificial lights, twirling around like a child. “These are my people,” you sing-song, garnering a few perturbed looks from the cafe’s other patrons.

You skip towards the counter to order, only to be halted by the cashier’s sheepish voice.

“I’m sorry, Miss.” She rubs the back of her neck and shrinks away like she’s afraid you’ll hit her. “No androids allowed.” The cashier then motions to a sign overhead, Androids in bold Comic Sans struck through. 

With all these technological advancements, you would think Comic Sans would be outlawed.

You scowl with your hands on your hips. “Well, that’s fucking stupid.”

The cashier sweat-drops, tittering nervously. “I don’t make the rules, ma’am. I just enforce them. It’s to keep it from getting crowded in here.”

“Or an excuse to be racist.” You turn to Sylus, watching him pensively. His gaze slides from the sign overhead to you, his processors seeming to work overtime as he studies you. “C’mon,” you clip, grabbing his arm, “let’s go somewhere else. This place smells gentrified and overpriced, anyway.”

As you step towards the door, he doesn't budge, and you spin to ask why. 

“You’ve been talking about coming here for a while now. I won’t stop you from enjoying yourself.”

You blink, thoroughly confused. Sure, it’s a new coffee spot you’ve heard your coworkers rave about. Seen ads for it on your socials—thanks, Zuckerberg. But you’ve intentionally avoided establishments outlawing androids. You’ve become accustomed to having Sylus attached to your hip, and you hate seeing him wait at those stupid Android Parking shelters. 

To you, he’s more than a machine (when he isn’t pissing you off). Sure, he’s an amalgamation of wires and metal, a complicated intelligence constantly learning and adapting to a world that gives you whiplash. But he’s…Sylus. And since you’ve known him, he’s acted like he’s grown sentience. You really wish people would stop treating androids like objects, even if they aren’t capable of understanding the human experience like you.

His gaze lightens, a rare flash of empathy. “I’ll be alright. I promise.” 

Carefully, he pries your fingers from his forearm, the feel of his palm on your knuckles temporarily turning your brain to smog. You watch with a retort on your lips as your companion steps out, moving behind the window to stand in the Android Parking zone along with the others, staring straight ahead with rigid apathy.  

Dejectedness stirs in your gut. You bite the inside of your cheek, begrudgingly stepping into the line. This coffee better be worth the fucking hype. Otherwise, you’ll air this bitch out.

After ordering your fraud-u-ccino, you plop on a chair that reminds you of those Little Tikes play-sets, scrutinizing the cafe like a Karen over crossed arms. 

“Is that the new SYL model?” giggles a woman behind you. 

You turn slightly, your blood running cold. You try to appear uninterested, toying with a discarded straw paper at your table. 

“Sure is,” says her friend, cupping her hand around her mouth in secret. 

“Wow! They look even better in person!” 

“I know, right? They look so hot. And there’s only been, like, three of them ever made. Wonder who owns that tall chunk of plastic.”

You scoff. Who owns him? Sylus and ownership aren’t two words you’d typically use in a sentence. You’re his primary user—the person whose instructions he’s programmed to follow. But you can’t recall a time you intentionally ordered him to do anything, let alone referred to yourself as his owner. 

“Must be somebody rich. Those models are expensive.”

“God, I bet it’s big. I’d ride that thing into the sunset.”

You let out an incredulous sound, looking out the window beside you. And if the ichor pouring through your veins wasn’t already frigid, it’s undoubtedly iced over by now.

For there stands Sylus, your stoic and unassuming companion, slowly gathering a crowd of women, blushing and fawning over him like a shiny new toy. You’re moving on autopilot when one of those bitches gropes his junk, taking advantage of his trance-like state beneath the kiosk.

Stepping into the balmy, spring air, the sounds of women cooing and giggling are like nails dragging down a chalkboard. You wend through the steadily building crowd, elbowing and shoving, channeling your inner Marlon Wayans in White Chicks to rescue your friend. 

The noise simmers to dull murmuring when you grab Sylus’ wrist, pulling him from his daze. He blinks owlishly, looking around before stumbling after you, wondering where all these people came from.

You’re wordless as you tug him down the street, a seething little tea kettle, tight-lipped, shoulders set. So what if he’s an android? Doesn’t give people the right to cop a feel whenever the urge arises. Sexual harassment is all the same, machine or not. 

You’re so busy, heatedly tugging him down the sidewalk towards a cab, you miss his smoldering, scarlet eyes studying the space between your shoulder blades, a sly smile pulling on his lips. 

[crimsonbubble]

Blue Screen

cw. nsfw, kinda cyberpunk au (I have no idea what I’m writing so pls bear with me), afab android!reader (could be a humanoid or smth idrk), android technician!seonghwa, praise, overstimulation, fingering, nipple play, squirting, blue screen of death *not proofread, just pure horny

[I literally have no idea where this idea came from bro]

“Hwaaa, are we done yet?” You whined as he hovered over you on the metal ‘inspection’ table as he called it. You hear him chuckle softly from behind you, patting your ass lightly as a means to reassure you that he’d be done soon. “Not yet, sparks. Just gotta make sure everything is in its place.”

You pout as you lay on the table before suddenly jolting against the table. A jagged moan left your lips as Seonghwa prodded within your circuits. “Guess the touch receptors are a little sensitive today.” You could almost hear the amusing smile on his face.

You whined softly as Seonghwa started to put your covering back on. His hands lingered on your back even after putting your backcasing back on. “Now, my pretty little android, how shall I play with you today?” Your face flushed, goosebumps erupting on your skin as he trailed his fingers over your spine.

He sat you up on the table, raising it to hip height, his lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. “Turn my sensitivity up,” You stated with a voice that Seonghwa had never heard, sickeningly sweet with a hint of desperation. “All the way.” His eyes widened, memories of the last time he cranked your sensitivity up that high, he made you blue screen halfway through.

You could sense his hesitation, leaning back on your hands as you turned your head to the side, exposing the barcode laid across your neck. Seonghwa sighed, knowing there was no way he could talk you out of something that you both wanted. Seonghwa pulled his glasses down from where they rested on his head, scanning the code and fiddling with the settings for a minute.

You didn’t much different, thinking that Seonghwa was just putting on a show of changing your settings to appease you. That was until Seonghwa cupped your pussy through your jeans, pressing the heel of his palm against your clit. You lurched forward, grabbing at his forearm. His eyes are dark and piercing, working up an orgasm for you a little too quickly for you to comprehend.

Your mouth dropped open with a harsh moan, your pussy throbbing against his hand. “Lift your hips for me, lovebot.” You did as he asked, nearly moaning as he peeled your panties off of you. “Such a mess, sparks, look at you.” He parts your folds lewdly, sliding two fingers into you. He pumps them steadily, watching your eyes go unfocused and flutter.

You whine pathetically as Seonghwa fucks you with his fingers. Another orgasm is suddenly ripped from you, making your hips jolt as you lean back on the table on your elbows. Seonghwa keeps his pace, curling his fingers into your sweet spot with precision. He rubs your clit with his thumb, a dark smirk curling onto his lips as you come undone again.

Seonghwa palmed himself over his jeans, groaning as he felt more precum leak out of him. Using his free hand he managed to push his jeans down enough to let his cock spring free. He pulls his fingers out of you, tracing them over your clit in quick movements. Your back arched off the table, your pussy pulsing as another orgasm rakes over you. 

Seonghwa switched his hands, wrapping the one coated in your arousal around his aching cock. He let out a low moan, his eyes glued to the your slicked pussy. There’s a growing puddle of your arousal pooling on the table. Seonghwa curses under his breath, slipping his cock between your folds. He sinks in nice and easy, splitting you open on his cock.

“Fuck- you’re so fucking warm, lovebot.” Seonghwa grabs your thighs from under you, his pace turns near bruising as he stuffs you full. His cock is thick and heavy inside your velvety walls, wrapping around him like a vice. He splits you open on his cock repeatedly, moaning at the way your body convulses and your pussy gushes around him even harder as he abuses your sweet spot.

“C’mon pretty girl, make another mess for me.” His words make you clench around his tighter, your back arching off the table as you cum again. He can hear you mumbling so he leans down to trail kisses over your chest. He wraps his lips around your nipple, pulling the nub gently with his teeth and soothing it with his tongue. Your hands desperately clutch at his shoulders, babbling nonsense as your body starts to overheat.

Seonghwa peeks up at you through his lashes, nearly blowing his load then and there when he notices the cute pink hearts that now replaced your pupils. He watches the way the hearts pulse and grow bigger when he lands a particularly hard thrust against your sweet spot. He can hear the gears in your body overclocking. He brings a hand between your bodies to rub two fingers over your clit; an attempt to make you come one last time before he fucked his load into you and your inevitable blue screening.

“Just one more, lovebot. Make a pretty mess on me, sparks.” Seonghwa's thrusts are losing their rhythm as his release creeps up on him. Your body pulls taut, the hearts in your eyes growing impossibly bigger as you come undone again, your sticky cunt tightening around his cock as more and more arousal squirted out of you. Seonghwa buried himself to the hilt, seemingly endless spurts of cum coated your walls. He could feel the way you went limp against the table, peeking at you and huffing out a laugh at the blue screening codes flashing past your pupils.

It took a few minutes but Seonghwa managed to clean up swiftly and reboot your systems. You slowly blinked away the bleariness, growing flustered as you watched Seonghwa bring your sensitivity levels down to a reasonable level. “Knew you’d bluescreen again.”