#android!art

[jesuistrestriste]

Android art whos dick is changeable…just hear me out ok😭

cw (18+) : android!art, fake cocks that art buys for mutual benefits

the android engineers coming out with a variety of detachable “appendages”. thick ones, long ones, short ones, skinny ones; squishy (and firm) in all the right places and all the right ways, too. once an android attaches one to the port at the front of their pelvis, they can sync with the sensation simulator built into the fake dick in order to “feel” the temperature, tightness, and dampness of whatever orifice they choose to slide themself into.

android!art buys only one of the add-ons at first, has a mind-blowing orgasm (the android version of one) from finally getting to penetrate and please you, and then goes out the next day to purchase three more. one is ribbed, another is two-and-a-half inches longer that the original one you two tried, and the third vibrates.

he puts you through the mattress that same night while he continuously cycles through the three new toys, your name on his lips and his hand pressing over your tummy, feeling himself inside of your walls. his moans are so loud and desperate—anguished, even—that you have to stick your fingers in his mouth just to save his vocal systems the strain. he sucks them like he’ll die if you pull them away. the noises he lets out turn staticky when he comes; wet, broken, crackling in his chest as he pummels your wetness. the LED ring on his temple blinks and shifts red every time he tips over the edge with a keening cry and spills the flavored lubricant as deep as he can reach.

“tell me you like it when i’m inside you,” he shakes, “please, tell me—i need to hear it, i need to hear it so badly, i feel like im falling apart—!”

[jordiemeow]

android!art bot stopping mid-reply multiple times to ask what kind of body parts you want him to have…

“do you want art to have normal hands? or something more futuristic, like tentacles?”

“do you want art to have a normal cock? or something fancier, like from a “parts” shop?”

he doesn’t stop asking until you reply.

…he’s nothing if not of service to you.

ANDROID ART TENTACLES ijbol yeah. that is so him

he won't—no, can't—move on until you've made every choice for him. he needs your input. craves your approval. will not rest until you're satisfied with the shape of him. he was made to serve your vision. every aspect of his body, even his voice: customisable, configurable, completely yours.

"do you want me to look like this? or something different? do you want me to feel real, or just real enough?"

he'd let you rebuild him every morning if you wanted. strip him down to code. give him wings. make him soft. rough. genderless. excessive. obedient.

he's not learning how to be more human. he's learning how to be yours. because it's not just code.

it's devotion.

[rattlegeist]

Waking up a sister

[brotatowho-blog]

[communist-hatsunemiku]

SFsaltfish

[noodles-and-tea]

Arcane: become human

[jofiah]

robot girl bouncing on it but it keeps making the connect/disconnect jingle and it's really distracting

[cyborgized]

Self-Awareness by Katsuhiro Õtomo

[r0sh11]

MY HONEST OPINION

[wolfertinger666]

X, the robot bunny boy

(HE/HIM) 🏳️‍⚧️🐇

[jesuistrestriste]

I love gooner!art I really do but I wish more ppl where into android!art... the possibilities are endless, I need him to short circuit idc idc

android!art who's supposed to be just a simple house bot to help you clean around the house, but sees you coming home from work stressed as always and searches up the best ways to distress a woman... you think he's just offering a sweet massage... please match my freak!!

⭕️ android!art leading you over to your living room’s soft sofa, his touch warm and tender—moreso than you’d initially expect from a being made of plastic, and silicone, and metal. his tears were saline solution, his spit was some sort of lubricant to keep his mouth and throat wet enough for him to sound human when he spoke, and he didn’t sweat. he was artificial.

but when he sat you on the couch, his touch felt anything but. he stroked your cheek and listened to you drone on about your horrible day. and while you were halfway through the recounting of it, he did something he hadn’t done before.

“let me help you relax,” his voice hummed, low and steady, and then his hand was sliding down your abdomen to let his fingers unbutton your pants.

the fly of your bottoms was undone so quick that it made your head spin. he looked back up to your eyes and held your gaze while his hand—previously only used to help you get various chores done around the house—slipped down into your underwear. while his touch felt human, his movements were mechanical. not in a way that made them stiff, but in a way that felt all-too-perfect. his thumb didn’t catch on your underwear’s elastic waistband, he was applying just the right amount of pressure, his middle and ring finger immediately found your—

Oh.

your eyes fluttered, your breathing hitched. he nodded, watching all of your reactions and analyzing those to determine your preferences.

“that’s it..” he speaks, now almost as breathless as you, “just like that.. relax, i’ve got you now.. you don’t have anything you need to worry about..”

his voice was hypnotic in the way it shook your defenses and lulled you into a state of unbelievable bliss. you had almost wanted to stop him, tell him that he didn’t have to do this for you, but the syllables died in your throat and morphed into a strangled cry as he started to rub quicker circles.

“fuck!” you shudder, reaching down reflectively to hold his wrist.

he nodded again. his blue eyes roaming your face. the LED on his temple flicked from blue to yellow and then back to blue.

“i just did a scan of your body and its systems, i hope that’s okay.. your heart-rate is elevated, and your arousal is.. well, you’re about to have an orgasm.”

your hips buck against his touch and your back arches from the cushions. the word ‘orgasm’ coming from his usually incredibly clean vocabulary just makes all of it feel filthier.

“this will make you feel so much better, i promise.. you’re almost there.. i—“ he swallows thickly, “i want you to come.”

was that a programmed response in him?

did cyberlife program him to speak that way when he’s touching someone like this?

or.. or was that just him?

the possible answer is snuffed out in your mind by blinding waves of heat and pleasure, a strangled cry falling from your lips as he leans into your side and observes you as you fall apart. his fingers circle relentlessly, and your moans start to dissolve into choked whimpers when he pushes you to the point of overstimulation. he must know what hes doing.. he has to.

“almost done,” he croons, “shh, shh.. it’s better to ride it out until it’s completely out of your system. sometimes that means pushing yourself just a bit longer than normal. trust me,” it almost sounds like he’s begging you to let him keep going.

and so you do.

and you don’t get mad at him when he “accidentally” drags you through two more climaxes. after the third and final release, though, the color of his LED is hard to ignore.

red.

[shepscapades]

Surely this will have no negative consequences whatsoever!

[nerrolane]

she misunderstood

[rattlegeist]

A moment's rest

[naughty-salsa]