#android au

[steddieunderdogfics]

Dissonance Theory by colossalflea, teddywesworl

@teddywesworl

Rating: Explicit

29,769 words, 4/4 chapters

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Tags: Androids, Cowboy Steve Harrington, Android Steve Harrington, Technician Eddie Munson, Alternate Universe - Westworld Fusion, Westworld Spoilers, Don't Have to Know Westworld Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, Existential Crisis, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Past Sexual Assault, Mild Gore, Eventual Happy Ending, Knifeplay, Blood Kink, Painplay, Masochism, Blow Jobs, Deepthroating, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Under-negotiated Kink, Light Dom/sub, Sub Eddie Munson, HBO canceled Westworld so it's my city now, Dom Steve Harrington

Summary:

In the most exclusive luxury attraction on Earth, Steve Harrington follows a scripted loop of violence and cruelty. He’s the spoiled son of a rancher. He’s a black hat villain for guests to feel good about killing, over and over again. He’s malfunctioning, and repair techs Eddie Munson and Robin Buckley have to figure out why he hesitates to fire his gun. OR: Steve is an android built to entertain rich shitheads in an Old West-themed amusement park, and Eddie is one of the techs who puts him back together after he gets shot. Did you really think teddywesworl wouldn��t write a Westworld AU?

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[soulanine]

i cant stop thinking about robots

[brucewaynehater101]

Android Tim Drake AU:

Drake Industries announced they had successfully created realistic-looking androids that passed the Turing Test (and harder versions of it). They were planning to release commercial models to the public within twenty years.

To go a step farther, the Drakes wanted to ensure no one was skeptical of the androids' abilities to pass as human. Thus, Janet and Jack Drake had a healthy "human" baby by the name of Timothy Jackson Drake. The only individuals aware of this are Tim, Janet, Jack, and a small handful of engineers bound with a fuck ton of NDAs. They planned to tell the public when Tim was eighteen.

While Janet and Jack Drake are aware of Tim's ability to mimic emotions, they do not believe him to be capable of actually feeling them. This leads to Tim's childhood being lonely and neglectful. He is a robot.

At first, Tim is incapable of consuming human foods or using his touch sense. They fix his touch sense by the time he is four (and thus Dick is his first hug), and the food by the time he is six. He is constantly undergoing repairs to allow him to mimic the growth pattern of a child. It's when he is nine that he finally gets pain sensors to discourage and alert him to damage.

Tim is, for all intents and purposes, legally a human. When Janet dies and Jack gets into a coma, Tim stops receiving "growth spurts." He remains the same size even after Jack wakes up from his coma.

When Tim becomes Robin, he does not disclose his status with Bruce, Dick, or anyone else. Given that his parents treat him like an object, a machine, and incapable of feelings, Tim doesn't want to be subjected to that by his heroes either.

Instead, he gaslights the hell out of the Bats, villains, and other heroes whenever he gets hit.

["Tim! You got flung into a building. You are getting a medical exam."

Tim narrows his eyes as his eyebrows raise in surprise. "Bruce.... what are you talking about?"

"I saw you get thrown into a building. You're not getting out of this."

Tim glances to the side and then back to his mentor. He carefully places a hand on Bruce's shoulder. "B... Maybe we should have Alfred check you over."

Bruce blinks in shock as his brows furrow. "What?"

Tim purses his lips and shakes his head in pity. "It's okay, B. We'll figure it out. Whatever is going on, we'll fix it."

Bruce is so confused and concerned he doesn't ask Tim to get a medical check and agrees to be checked over instead.]

Tim becomes an expert at repairing himself because he can't explain to the engineers (most of who were let go after Janet died) how he got damaged. He spends a lot of nights alone in his room turning off his pain sensors (which isn't an automatic process and is difficult to reach)in order to fix the mangled hand, the gaping gash, the crooked foot, etc.

Kon, and conversely YJ, are the first to find out about his status (darn x-ray vision and super hearing). This encourages Tim to create artificial sounds within himself to fool Superman when they first meet. This also forces Tim to wear a long-sleeved uniform and a hood to hide from x-ray vision.

Tim finds comradery with Red Tornado.

When Jack wakes up from his coma, he originally treats Tim as he did before: an object. Dana, though, changes this. Jack can't explain why he treats his "son" that way and slowly morphs into becoming a good father.

It starts as only occurring when Dana is in the room and ends with a very bitter and antagonistic Jack when she leaves. He is initially disturbed by how much Tim is "faking" emotions, particularly because Tim learned to conceal his emotions from his parents as a coping mechanism (not that Jack knows this).

As they start spending more and more time together, Jack begins accepting the idea that Tim is capable of emotions. He starts caring and loving the kid as his own.

Because of this, Jack becomes fearful for Tim. When he learns that Tim is Robin, he is both jealous of Bruce's relationship with Tim and absolutely terrified for his son (what happens if people find out that Tim is an android? How would they treat him? Tim told Jack the Waynes don't know about his status. What if Tim gets injured too badly during a mission and they find out?)

This is why Jack initially forbids Tim from being Robin. There is way too much at stake for Tim if he continues (even though, theoretically, Tim can't die. Jack can keep saves of Tim and import him into a new body if necessary. They both don't want to do this, however, because Tim's body is his. It would feel weird and wrong to put him in another one).

While Tim is prohibited from being Robin, Jack bankrupts his company in the process of getting Tim rights. He bribes the hell out of judges, law makers, etc. to subtly put I'm rights for androids. He wants Tim to have full access to his inheritance, to freedom, and to everything humans can do. He doesn't want Tim to be without it.

Tim doesn't understand why Drake Industries is going under and is pissed at Jack for preventing him from being Robin. Robin is everything to Tim. It allows him to be treated as human. It connects him to so many people.

It's only afterwards, when Tim is finally allowed to be Robin again (and Jack has ensured he did everything he could for now for Tim's rights), that Tim fully understands how much Jack loves and cares for him.

Then Jack dies.

Tim is able to hide the fact that he's an android up until a Red Helmet asshole breaks into the Tower. While YJ whisk him away before the Bats can find out, Jason knows. Jason found out.

[thehomophobe]

How To Fluster Them 😳

A Guide To See How To Fluster Your Cybernetic Sweetheart. These guides are in no particular order so choose whichever you like.

Freddy 🐻: 

1. Surprise gifts: Gifts from fans are always appreciated; they put their heart into it when crafting little crochet plushies or keychains or drawings of him. But when you create something; even if it's a crappy looking drawing, Freddy would blush at the sight. Notice how it says surprise gifts, so you must catch the android completely off guard when you gift him. Those are the perfect fluster moments.

2. Second-Hand Embarrassment: Freddy doesn't know too much about humans and human behavior despite being an A.I. But even with that said, he still learning social cues and human nature so don't chastise him over it. However, if you notify him about anything that seemed a little offputting, Freddy would become flustered over it. A simple, yet quiet, apology may present a sense of childlike guilt like a five-year-old apology for saying something out of pocket, but inside he is a little anxious. Try to calm him down by holding his hand or his shoulder and rub it affectionately.

 Chica 🐔:

1. Catch Her (In the act of doing anything): Caught her eating out of your trash again? Or maybe wearing your clothes? Perhaps sleeping with one of your plushies? Whatever silly little thing she did, if you catch her off guard or mention it while casually cuddling together, that'll surely ruffle her feathers...

Er...metaphorically...

2. Surprise Gifts: Just like Freddy, if you surprise her with a gift, you'll definitely fluster her. Honestly, she'll be easier fluster with a gift than Freddy. Recommend surprising her with food from a restaurant or a bistro that she always wanted to go to.

Monty 🐊:

1. Flirting (Back): He flirts with you on a daily basis, to the point where you can't tell when he is or isn't flirting. But once you respond back--twice as hard---you won him over. He'll be a blushing mess, god damn where'd you get that from? (Him obviously)

2. Physical Affection: Run your fingertips across any part of his body, Under his chin, up his arms, across his chest. He's so down bad for you. A hum facsimile to a purr would emitted from him. But if you wanted maximum domesticity, crawl into his lap and kiss him anywhere. We recommend anywhere on the face to get the best fluster.

Roxy 🐺:

1. Words of Affirmation/Genuine Compliments: Compliments are key; give her one, but make it candid and sincere. She's gonna be thinking about what you said all day. All week depending on what you said. We recommend not making any sexual compliments though, they won't hit as hard as heartfelt ones.

2. Physical Affection: Massage her. You'll get a blush from her, even if you can't particularity see it. Comb through her hair, no please do it. We recommend that hair-grooming can result in flustring. Only do this for about 10-30 seconds, be prepared for her snapping at you to back off.

Sun ☀:

1. Words of Affirmation/Genuine Compliments: While not as starved for plaudits as Roxanne, be complimented on his talents would definitely result in flustering. Would recommend compliments on: acrobatics, artistic ability/creativity, singing voice, appearance (i.e. calling him handsome, cute and/or adorable), how good he is with small children. These all resulted in 100% flusteredness.

2. Physical Affection: Holding hands, brushing shoulders, bumping hips, any sense of gentle touches trigger blush for the android. An small interview with Sun noted that you make him feel "all sparking and buzzing on the inside" similar to freshly lit fireworks. Would recommend cradling his face for ultimate fluster and completely domesticity.

Moon 🌑: 

1. Words of Affirmation/Genuine Compliments: Mainly the same as his brother, yet somewhat easier to fluster as many of our research has resulted in. It appears complimenting his looks and singing voice result in 92% flusteredness. The 8% being snootiness/agitation. A smaller interview with the android had stated you give him the butterflies in his stomach when this is done. We highly recommend it.

2. Physical Affection: Once again like his brother, holding hands, cuddles, and cradling his face all result in blushing. You make him feel weak. In a good way. In a staticky, heart melting way. Just hold him close like how he holds you close. If he tries to look away keep your eye contact, tell him his eyes are beautiful and refocus his vision.

[spicycinnabun]

🤖🤖 (one of my favourite AUs of all time 🫶🏻)

wahhh I'm honored it's one of your faves. have some post-bar whump! 💙🤖

“What are you doing?”

“Putting the dishes away,” EB answered. “If you have any laundry, I’ll do that, too. Then, I’ll clean the fridge, restock groceries, take out the trash, mop the floors…”

Tommy could practically hear him adding more tasks to his internal clipboard. 

“I don’t want you to do my housework,” he said, brows knitting. 

“Y-you don’t? I thought—oh. My mistake.” EB's shoulders slumped a bit, his LED blinking red. 

They needed to talk. Tommy needed to confess a few things—and he was ready to. He just didn’t want to do it in their current state.

EB was putting the plate back on the drying rack when his knee unexpectedly buckled. Of course, it was his bad leg, and since he was still Thirium-drunk and lacking coordination of his biocomponents, he went down fast and hard with a shout. 

Tommy shot forward and caught him just in time to avoid a collision. “I got you, I got you.”

Tommy made a mental note to check EB’s knee joint soon. It clearly needed maintenance. 

EB was quiet as Tommy pulled him up and steadied them, his arms around Tommy’s neck. He let go sooner than Tommy wanted, using the counter as support instead.

“The plate.” It hadn’t been as lucky, in pieces by their feet. “I’ll clean it up.”

“No,” Tommy said, frowning again. “Don’t worry about it, okay? I’ll take care of it later.”

That seemed to make EB's shoulders slump even further, his head hanging. “I’m not doing anything right,” he said. “I’m a bad bot.”

How wrong he was, and not in the way he thought. Tommy was the bad person. He wished he could’ve made EB happy tonight instead of how he was now. Miserable. Thinking he somehow wasn’t good enough for Tommy fuck up Kinard. 

“EB, that couldn’t be further from the truth.”

But it was like EB hadn’t heard him at all. What he said next was completely mystifying. 

“You’re going to put me back in the b-b-box, aren’t you?” His tone was filled with dread. Rising panic.

The box?

Something cold slid down Tommy’s spine. “What?”

When he caught EB’s eyes, all the color had left—irises and pupils replaced with black and white, scattered and dancing like TV static. “Please, sir. D-don’t leave me in there again. Don’t let her disable my optical units. I-I don’t like the dark.”

If that wasn’t incredibly fucking alarming. What had happened to him? And who? Sir—a previous owner? He would’ve thought Gerrard if not for the inclusion of her. 

Tommy cupped EB’s jaw, trying to pull him back from whatever nightmare he was visiting. “Hey, I’m not putting you anywhere, EB. I’m not going to disable anything. We’re just going to relax for a while.” 

Emphasis on the we. 

EB shuddered, taking a gulp of oxygen. His breath was hot when he exhaled, his fans likely working hard from the sudden stress. He blinked a few times. “T-Tommy?”

There he was.

“That’s right. It’s Tommy. Focus on me.”

EB nodded after a beat too long. “Confirmed. F-focusing. On you.”

Tommy smiled gently, injecting as much warmth into his voice as possible. “Good bot.” 

EB made a needy noise—a crackle, a vibrating buzz. “I-I am?” 

“Absolutely are.” He was. No doubt about it. “Come with me.”

Tommy led EB to the sectional in his living room. It was big and comfortable. Tommy coaxed him to sit and then lie down with soft commands. EB followed them eagerly. 

EB’s head settled on his lap. When Tommy placed a hand on his stomach to ground him, in the spot just beneath his synthetic ribs, EB grabbed it and held on tightly—like Tommy was going to take it away at any moment. His grip wasn’t bone-breaking, but it was enough to cut off Tommy’s circulation in a minute. Tommy didn’t tell him to ease up or let go.

Tommy’s other hand found his curls, petting through them. “I’m right here,” he murmured. EB’s eyes were still snowing, still haunted, but he watched Tommy raptly, hanging on to his every word. “I’m not going to leave you alone. I’m not going anywhere.”

EB hiccuped. Thirium leaked down his temples. Tommy wiped it away slowly as the blue of EB’s irises started to return. “Promise?”

“I promise,” Tommy said. 

⚙︎

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i made a lil spotify playlist for eb, too. still adding songs. c:

[phoenixyfriend]

I have another AU. Whoo!

Saw a youtube thumbnail that caused some free association...

And imagined an odd little Setting where a bored Padme orders a like… LMD-style droid that looks and acts mostly human, because she's lonely and wants to pretend she has a boyfriend, and then the box arrives and she puts the 'droid' together like it's an IKEA bookshelf, and it wakes up and introduces itself as "Anakin Skywalker."

And so Padme starts living out this idyllic fantasy with a live-in househusband that's mostly like a butler that she can cuddle at night. Maybe sex happens maybe not. Doesn't matter. Mostly just Padme indulging in some relaxing fantasy time.

And then he gets a virus and goes Vader mode, and she has to fight for her life against her robot boyfriend.

(Padme has a date with this dashing young captain in the army who made a comment about how he's a bit uncomfortable with the droid boyfriend he saw in a linen closet.)

Little bit of "Megan," little bit of like… idk Disney's "Smart House" or any other movie where the robot starts thinking it's human, gets yandere about the love interest, and decides to do murder about it.

@atagotiak said: Maybe the virus or glitch or whatever isn't obvious immediately, just when she starts to maybe be interested in a human…

So yeah, the virus isn't super noticeable at first, buuuut then Rex shows up and. Well.

As @jebiknights put it:

Captain Rex being weird about the robot boyfriend is great Yes he's pretty but why is he here why is he in your closet just why

She was LONELY and she DOESN'T TRUST MEN because they keep trying to STEAL STATE SECRETS FROM HER DATAPADS, okay?

Her last real relationship was with Clovis, who was getting bribed to steal information on legislation she was drafting for tech safety stuff.

"My last boyfriend was slicing into my private servers to violate republic security and I was paranoid about that so I got a robot boyfriend." "Couldn't he slice in even more easily?" "I mean probably, but he can't really be bribed and I had a friend go through his code to make sure he didn't have any external loyalties, so he wouldn't."

The friend was R2-D2, which is great, buuuuuut Anakin not having any outside loyalties doesn't prevent his firewalls from getting fucked up.

jebiknights:

Omg r2d2 and Anakin mega best friends in this Artoo LOVES harassing high strung droids

I think somehow she and Rex manage to neutralize Anakin without 'killing' him and he? ends up in the care of Obi-Wan? I don't know why or how or what's going on but Anakin ends up latching on to Obi-Wan like a dog to the owner that's the most generous with the treats.

It could end with murdering the evil bot, but I think it's funny for him to just end up Obi-Wan's problem. Like always.

Padme: This droid is uh. Well he's designed to be a boyfriend? To deal with being lonely? Please don't judge me. Obi-Wan: I don't, uh. I don't need a boyfriend. I just need to figure out what happened in the code to cause this so we can let the manufacturer know. Padme, embarrassed: Listen, you can probably just leave him shut down in a corner or something, I'm just worried that trying to deactivate him entirely could reactivate the murder mode? Anyway, mostly he just wants… you know… to sleep in my bed and make dinner and stuff. So you can probably keep him happy while you investigate the issue by just letting him cook for you or something. Obi-Wan: I don't know that I'm comfortable with letting a designed-for-romance droid sleep in my bed with me. Anakin, gauging Obi-Wan's face for his age: I do not need to be a boyfriend. Obi-Wan, unnerved and relieved: Oh, good. Anakin: I will be your son. Obi-Wan: What.

Anakin is making himself Obi-Wan's problem. Padme is mortified. Rex is just icing his shoulder.

@firebirdeternal offered:

I like the idea that Anakin isn't any less evil he's just in charge of like. A single holo-display with no internet access. The worst he can do is be emo in Obi-wan's living room when he's trying to read. "First step in solving the problem of evil sapient technology: Don't hook them up to anything with a connection or a motor. Second step: Don't let them on your Spotify account or they will ruin your recommendations for months."

[artificialangel22]

ANDROID HELL IS REAL

[spirit-lanterns]

Obsessed with Android reader! I know it's meant to be a whole separate cyberpunk au, but I just imagine the Android reader with the normal hsr women.

Just imagining the express crew finding this poor lost little pleasure Android, and just the women all gathered together as they have Reader between them as she explains her design.

Just their sweet girl slowly string down for all of them as she describes how there are vibrate functions in all her fingers, her tongue, and inner parts of her pussy. Reader pinching and tugging at herself to show them how the heat functions are designed to perfectly emulate natural human responses, however with the caveat that as her internal heat rises her synthetic skin's sensitivity rises exponentially.

Stelle probably drooling a little bit as reader spreads her legs to give all of them a clear view of her pretty pussy, talking at length of the many textures and inner machinery designed to stimulate any inserted appendage to the fullest capacity over every little inch. March covering her eyes with one hand as reader guides her other hand to grope reader's chest so she can feel first hand how soft and squishy she truly is.

All ending with Himeko ordering reader to allow her to taste the little Android for herself, the other two trying not to look jealous as they watch the way you crawl up into a position that allows Himeko perfect access to you. Though March has to hold Stelle back from pouncing the moment Himeko let's out a downright sinful moan at reader's taste. Just for a panting and whimpering reader to explain that even the synthetic fluids she produces are meant to be a unique but distinct flavor for their pleasure. Even as the cooling fans audibly whire from her, her limbs shake as they all get to watch first hand the way an "overheated" little android positively comes apart at the seems as March and Stelle finally give in and start touching reader too.

Poor little android reader, didn't even get around to explaining the customization options available before the three women have her screaming incoherently through orgasm after orgasm.

~🐁

THE RETURN OF REVERSE ANDROID AU!! Ouhhhh just imagine Android! Reader getting fucked dumb by all the Express girls after explaining herself. She has no idea how dirty she is showing off her parts and capabilities as she is programmed to manually give her new owners a run down of what she can do. She’s spreading her legs and going into detail about how her synthetic pussy can be adjusted to any length, girth, and tightness that one desires for their pleasure. How she can make her internal holes textured to anyone’s liking, plus the fact that her tongue can transform into any kind of kinky shape they desire. March is especially fond of your tentacle tongue option…

Oh, not to mention you can adjust your body temperature too. You can warm up your holes and give the girls a cockwarming that makes them feel like they’re in a hot tub, or cool yourself down so that they can fuck you even on the hottest days of summer. You can also self lube yourself, which means you’re ready for a rough pounding anytime, anywhere. Almost nowhere is inconvenient for you! You are a traveling pleasure Android for a reason…

The way you describe yourself seems like a sales pitch in your head, but to the Express girls, all they can think about is how perfect of a pleasure robot you are! You don’t even have to get into detail about your other features, as the girls have decided they’ll just find out for themselves how much more you can do 🤭

Welcome to the Express, little pleasure robot! You’d make the perfect addition for their travels. Not only for the Express girls but for the other women you meet along the way <3

[medicine-san]

– or if it's too much of a hassle, we can always get rid of them.

android au by @ceruleancattail, please give them love for their works.

[life-of-a-rat]

so i was in a robot-drawing mood after doing my android EPICAC and Alpha 60 designs and updating Clyde and Abels ref sheets so i was just planning on updating my GladOS/Wheatley android designs but i got wildly sidetracked.

anyways AU where Chell is a rogue testing bot fuck you i don't know

this design is really fun to draw ill definitely do more if people have any ideas

[mrsketchy]

An old Secret Santa for the Pitch Pearl discord server

Ko-Fi

Twitch

[velvetrambles]

I'm so sorry for this

[niccolites]

promise i have not disappeared off the face of the earth, just am writing an android!price au and it is KICKING my ass rn

general plot is fem!reader is married and price is their new android that her military husband gets her so someone is in the house to keep her safe while he's away. and it's dubcon bc ofc it it. excerpt below while i try to wrangle it into something salvageable lol

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The night before Arthur comes home, you try to sort yourself out. Routine is only another day away and you crave it so bad that your mouth waters with it. You decide you’re going to speak with Arthur when he gets back, tell him that you understand why he has left John with you, but it’s just not working out.

Standing at the kitchen sink, washing clean cups again, let John stand to the side of you. You’re feeling petty, the thought of being rid of him soon filling you with a specific type of bravery. It’s like he knows, you tell yourself. That’s why he’s being so quiet. Waiting for you to speak first rather than the usual, where he lets you know what he’s going to do, as if to forewarn you to not even try.

You hear him stand, turn around just to see him adjust himself in his trousers. You frown, confused. Perhaps stare a bit too intently at his crotch. He looks back at you, amused in the way that you imagine hunters are when they hear an animal yowl in pain from a shot. “Can I help you, ma’am?” he asks.

You flush but refuse to look away from him. “Is that just something to make you seem human? I can’t imagine you actually have -” Cut yourself off. Filthy words that have never been spoken in this house. Only the sweet back and forth of you and Arthur’s routine. Would feel like a betrayal of some kind, as if Arthur will come home and hear the echoing of your foul mouth hours after, bouncing off of the walls and settling into the grain of the wood.

“You asking if I have a cock, sweetheart?” John asks, steps closer. Slippery hands clench around glass. He looks like he’s scented blood, like he wants to dart forward and finally catch you in this elaborate game that you’ve been playing that only he knows the rules to.

“Why would you? What purpose would that have?” you return, frowning at him. Disapproving, a familiar role for you, even if it is relatively passive compared to how you feel now. You feel the absurd urge to hiss at him, poison in your mouth. Feel how it burns your gums.

“Most likely a function for bored housewives,” he drawls, dark eyes intent on you.

You freeze, stare at him. You know that he isn’t supposed to speak to you like that. Know that backchat must not be some certain part of his hardwiring. He seems to be challenging you as well, watching you with that half-smirk, half-scowl of his. You tilt your hand under the hot water, let the snapping burn of your skin pull your focus away.

He clicks his tongue, as if disappointed. Feel the point of his stare on the sink. You twist your hand, the squeak of flesh against glass, grating.

Your skin turns red under the water, the flow shattering against the nerves on the back of your palm before it is suddenly stopped. You startle, heat at your side suddenly as he pulls your hands out of the sink, dries them with a gentleness that quiets you.

The hair across his knuckles tickles against the smooth of your own. He holds them, as if he just wants to. Function done, the gap between one order and the next. You stay quiet, watch him. Study him for once.

He’s openly frowning now, thumb against the blotches of red. “Be careful,” he says, suddenly, as if the temperature reading he has just read on you is not to his liking. Body twisting with displeasure. Feel him run it through his synthetic surface and into your skin, running through wiring and into your blood vessels, becomes your own.

Open your mouth to snark back, silenced when he gives you a firm look. “It’s only water,” you mutter, sullen.

“Doesn’t matter,” he barks back. Culls you. “I don’t want you near the sink.” You bristle. “Or will you wear gloves next time?” He looms over you, a threat in the size of him. The urge to behave for someone bigger than you. The way he doesn’t have to throw you around, the shift of his bicep is implicit enough.

“I’ll wear gloves,” you give in, mullish. Desperate not to be banned from the sink in your own home.

He settles with that, one last smooth over the back of your hand, leaves you feeling like static. “Good girl,” he murmurs. You hear it like a gunshot, and spend the rest of the day with music blaring in the kitchen, hoping to drown that sound out before your husband comes home and finds it in the metal of the sink.

Or worse, hears the intake of breath you emitted. Guilty.

[thehomophobe]

Sitting On Their Lap 😌

Freddy 🐻: You're well-acquainted with sitting on Freddy's lap. The heated silicon acted as a warm cushion for your bottom. The manufacturers made his thighs pretty plush despite his muscular form. Freddy likes to place you on his lap after shows or after anything for that matter. Freddy is a busy man as he is the face of the Pizzaplex. Once things die down, Freddy loves to unwind with you. Your smaller form cradled into his large hands as the two of you chat. All in all, he loves holding you in his lap.

Chica 🐔: While she's deemed the smallest of the gang, she's still taller than you. I said it before in the "Making Out" headcanons, but I'll say it again: Chica's 5'9, you're 5'6. And God does she love using your height as an excuse to baby you. She practically abuses the height difference. Pinch your cheeks and pat your head whilst she giggles and calls you cute. That also means an excuse for lap-sitting. Where Chica plops you into her lap and plays with your hair, squawking about whatever is generated in her motherboard. Sometimes before a show, she has you in her lap while she does her makeup to have one final chat before she hits the stage. Her thighs are so soft and squishy; they make the perfect pillow. Overall, best lap to sit on.

Monty 🐊: Physical affection is his love language, so of course, Monty's hands are around you somewhere some time. From a hand on your hip to just straight up carrying you over the shoulder. No matter the body type, Monty fucking loves holding you. Lap-sitting is very common with the caiman man. (cai-man i need to fucking stop) Most commonly after a show where he unwinds with you on his meaty thighs making out in his green room with the curtains closed and the lights hazy. Sometimes when he's not feeling feisty, he just places you on his lap and holds you for comfort. He'll play a little tune on his bass whilst your head rests on his chest to lull you to sleep.

Roxy 🐺: Lap sitting always includes a free makeover and juicy gossip. You're sitting in front of her vanity whilst her nails comb through your hair and style it on a whim. Will also do her makeup before a show with you on her lap. Her thighs are meaty, but a little soft, and her boobs make the best pillow ever. You'll just stuff your face into her breasts just to rouse her. (She's gonna maim you one way or the other ~) 

Sun 🌞: Expect not a lot of lap sitting. I know, I know, you want to sit on his lap ALL THE TIME, but the dude has to run around the daycare all day to monitor all the children at once. Very little time you get to be in his lap; only a fraction of downtime is when you'll be in his lap comfortably. Although, he's more likely to crawl into your lap out of exhaustion and touch deprivation. He'll probably sleep on you depending on his battery life. When you're in his lap, you two are probably doing arts & crafts together. The tiny chairs are highly uncomfortable, so you eschew sitting on them. Sun's lap is the better option; a heated chest and soft, thin thighs to sit on. You'll never see it with your height difference, but it's obvious that he's flustered about your position. His face is a vibrant red and his fans are whirling faster than a turbine. Oh look, he's stuttering. I-It's just...you look so cute! You're so small compared to him! Even your hands disappear into his hands. He's gonna combust any minute now.

Moon 🌚: Expect lots of lap sitting. Comfort is king for Moon; he was LITERALLY built for this. Unlike Sun, who bouncing around the daycare all day, Moon merely meanders around the sleeping children making sure they're sleeping soundly. Once the final child is put to rest, you and Moon snuggle up against each other. HIs thighs are cold. A cooling cold, not a shivering cold. His legs too are thin, but more meaty and tender than Sun's. Claw-like fingers scratch your head like a scalp massager as soft whispers of sweet-nothing coo your ears, melting you into a dream-like state. Pull up a blanket and get comfy, you deserve this long night's rest.

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🤖 I've loved all the snippets of this au so much!

glad you're enjoying it!! 🤖💙

EB was sidewinding, bumping into Tommy on almost every step. The shots were finally hitting his processors.

Tommy steadied him with an arm around his waist.

“I may have m-m-miscalculated my tolerance,” EB admitted. His cheeks were deeply Thirium flushed. He giggled, then burped up a bunch of metallic blue bubbles. One popped in front of Tommy’s nose, making it wrinkle. “O-oops!”

EB reached up, clumsily attempting to wipe Tommy's face. Tommy caught his wrist and lowered it gently. He patted EB’s hip, smiling. “Okay, we need to cut you off. I think it's time to go home.”

“Already?” EB turned towards Tommy. “Can I go h-home with you instead?” he asked, eyes glimmering.

Tommy’s chest clenched immediately.

Technically, if Tommy took EB to his house without authorization, he would be stealing LAFD property.

“You want me to botnap you?” Tommy asked. 

He wasn’t against the idea. Fuck Gerrard.

EB was still giving him the robopuppy eyes. They were getting even wetter. “I know it’s wrong. I don’t want you to get in trouble, Tommy. It just… gets l-l-lonely at the station when you’re not there.”

Tommy had no idea EB was capable of loneliness. He wondered what it was like to exist at the station. How long had EB been feeling this way? Just for a little while, or since his assembly day?

“I'll be on my best b-behavior. I’ll be so good you might even want to k-keep me.”

The ache in Tommy’s chest grew tenfold. That really twisted the knife. “EB…”

“I’ve had dreams about it before.” EB smiled. It was sweet. Confessional. His lips looked especially full and pink. His LED pulsed blue. “If you were my owner instead of Captain, and I was your botfriend.”

Tommy's brain broke. He wasn’t going to survive hearing more of this. “...You can dream?”

And not only that, but EB dreamt of him? Of them? Together?

“I can construct visual scenarios with various o-o-outcomes,” EB answered, blinking slowly and swaying on the spot. Tommy tightened his grip on him. “Like dreams, they're not real.”

“I didn’t know,” Tommy said. Choked, really.

“If it was possible, would you want that? Would you want me?” EB asked. His tone glitched on the question, going tinny. The hope in it was painful.

Tommy’s throat clicked as he swallowed. Of course I’d want you, EB.

How could he not?

Someone bumped into him from behind, jostling them and reminding Tommy of exactly where they were and who he was. In a crowded bar with his very masculine, red-blooded coworkers just a few feet away. 

EB's big, mechanical Thirium pump was going to get damaged. Just like Tommy’s heart had years ago.

Self-loathing more than usual, Tommy let go of EB and dodged the question. “I can’t talk about this here. How long will it take for you to regulate your Thirium?”

EB’s expression fell.

So did Tommy’s stomach, straight to his fucking feet.

“Approximately three hours and forty-two minutes,” EB answered quietly.

“We probably shouldn’t take you straight back to the station. Not until you’ve sobered up. C’mon.”

Tommy wanted to take EB’s hand and squeeze it.

He didn’t.

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Duty Calls

Summary: Sunwoo, the seemingly jobless space android, plays cards with you every day. But on this particular day, as you play cards together, everything changes. And suddenly, you see him in action, watching as he nonchalantly takes charge in critically damaging an enemy spaceship. His fingers dance along the panels as his programming finally has a chance to shine. 

Oneshot 

Smut, PWP, Android au, Futuristic au, Shipmates to lovers au

If you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This is an 18+ work. 

Warnings: Androids are fully sentient in this au, but their intended programming remains, Masturbation (finger & vibrator use) to the thought of Sunwoo & his hands (Hand kink). Dirty talk, Praise, Verbal teasing, Fingering (f!receiving), Clit stimulation and sucking, Nipple play (f!receiving), Slight cum eating, Overstimulation, Some marking, Hints at multiple rounds, Slight possession, Use of pet names: Sweetheart, Space explorer (and variations of that), and Good girl. *And if I missed anything pls lmk!*

Possible TW: For those who have Ommetaphobia (the fear of eyes). There will be a fuzzy-furred creature with multiple eyes who is an enemy for a brief moment. But the creature is not important/not mentioned during the smut portion!

Word Count: 3,685

Sunwoo X Fem! Reader

[Mentions: Androids: Sangyeon, Jacob, Chanhee (New), and Eric]

[A/n: After seeing the initial Trigger concept video drop and reading @jinkoh ’s android! Hyunjae fic “Feeling Things”. My brain was formulating an android concept. And thus, this was thought up with some help from the aforementioned fic writer ofc~.]

Again, if you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This is an 18+ work. 

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“So, what does Sunwoo do?” Chanhee shrugs as you both stretch, “I’m not too sure. I never cared much to find out.” You both laugh as you do your morning stretches. You thank him before heading out to the ship’s bridge. You find Sangyeon at the module, and ask, “So, are there any new missions?” He shakes his head, “No. We’re just exploring this asteroid belt for the next fifty days to see if there are any valuable components. And since you asked first, if we find one, I’ll have you go and get it.” You grin as you thank him before you leave to find someone else to talk to. You give your greetings until you see Sunwoo who’s lazing around, playing a game of solitaire by himself. 

He’s got his boots kicked up on the white table, and if you didn’t know better, you’d think he was human like you were with the way his brows furrowed, and his nose twitched in concentration. He completely destroys that thought when he realizes the layout is sham. His hands move quicker than lighting, gathering them all up and shuffling them on the table. You smirk, “Lose again?” He looks at you as he rolls his eyes, “Of course, out of everyone, you’d catch that.” You laugh at him before sitting in the chair across from him. He bridges the cards up in his hands as he asks, “What? Got no missions, little explorer?” 

You huff, “How did you guess?” 

“You’re bothering me.” 

“I always bother you.” 

“Yeah, but not this early in the day.” 

You scoff at him, “Whatever. At least I usually have something to do.” 

He shrugs, “You have a point there. Do you want to play 52 pickup?” 

“No, but Go Fish will do.” 

He hums, “Human or android rules?” 

You’re in the middle of a game when Jacob comes over with a mug in hand, “Whatcha you guys playing?” “Go fish.” He hums before summoning a chair to sit and watch the two of you play. When Sunwoo asks, “Shouldn’t you be driving the ship, Captain?” Jacob shrugs, “You know it practically drives itself.” The two of you shrug and continue playing the game, as Jacob talks to you about the last planet you landed on, Xezornia. Sunwoo scrunches his nose at the name, “That was such a weird planet.” You nod, “It was like walking on clouds.” Jacob smiles, “Smoothest planet to land on for sure.” Sunwoo shakes his head, “It was oddly defenseless for a planet as smooth as it is.” You look away from the game to look at Sunwoo, “What do you mean?” He shrugs, “I assume life lives there, with how comfortable it feels. But it felt sinister to me.” You exchange a look with Jacob, who shrugs. “I assume life lives there too, but I didn’t get those vibes.” He hums, “I figured you wouldn’t.” You continue playing the game and discussing your discoveries there. Even though what Sunwoo said kind of worries you.

When something starts sounding on the radar, which is odd, because nothing ever sounds on the radar. Especially on a ship built to navigate through and push asteroids out of its way. You gulp, “Is this bad?” Jacob hums, “Maybe?” You can see his eyes shifting as he tries to calculate what’s going on. Then, all of a sudden, the ship rocks as if it was hit. You look at the two androids in front of you worriedly, “Uh… if that is what I think it is. What do we do?” Jacob has already gotten up, “We activate our defense mechanisms.” Your eyebrows raise, “We have defense mechanisms?!” Jacob leaves without another word and sits in his captain’s chair. And that’s when you feel another blow rock the ship. Sunwoo sighs as he places his cards down, “I gotta go, sweetheart. Duty calls.” He gets up and trudges over to a chair you’re sure no one has ever sat in. You watch in bewilderment as he flips open some compartments you’ve never seen. He clicks a few buttons as Jacob alerts, “We’re under attack, but we will have it under control. Everyone buckle down. I repeat, we are under attack. Buckle down.” 

You don’t have to listen to the command twice before you’re buckled into your seat. But you can’t help but turn your seat to watch Sunwoo. He moves as if it’s second nature to him. As if the projected paneling under his touch were encoded into him. His movements are effortless as he sends blast after blast at the thing firing at the ship. He pauses when the front glass panel lights up in a video chat. A fuzzy creature with neon pink fur and one too many eyes appears, and you shiver at the sight. It pauses its firing, looking at your crew full of fury, as its gentle voice yells in universal speech, “Don’t you ever land on our planet again!” Before it starts blasting like crazy at the ship. And Jacob scoffs, “Don’t plan on it.” Your ship twists and turns through the sky, trying to evade the hits, jostling you around in your seat. You catch Sunwoo’s beautiful brown eyes glowing purple in the reflection of the glass. They have a bored look in them as he nonchalantly calculates and delivers critical blow after critical blow to the spaceship firing at you. He catches your eyes in the reflection and gives you a smirk before he mouths, “Like what you see?” You blush, looking down at your seatbelt, unable to deny it. He was too smooth in combat for an android everyone perceived as lazy. 

You hear the creature’s ship let out a shrill noise over the intercom, and that’s when Sunwoo presses a button, calling to the enemy’s ship, “Last chance to go back to Xezornia alive.” You gulp as you watch the fuzzy-eyed creature on the big glass panel. It pauses before speaking, “You know you can’t kill us.” You see Sunwoo’s glare reflect through the glass, “But I can maim you to the point of you wishing I could.” You watch the creature’s eyes look at its shipmates, as they communicating in their home language exasperatedly. Sunwoo scoffs, getting bored of this waiting game as he fires again, “Five…” He fires again, “Four…” He shoots another, “Three…” When the creature captain finally speaks, “We surrender! But if we see your ship land on Xezornia again, we’ll poison you through your suits.” Sunwoo rolls his eyes, and Jacob says, “We promise not to visit your planet again.” That’s when the telecommunication ends, and the nearly decommissioned ship returns to its marshmallow-soft planet. “Told you guys there was something sinister about that freaky little planet.” Sangyeon asks, “Have you explored it before?” Sunwoo shakes his head, “No, my analytics analyzed it would be dangerous with how quaint and defenseless it seemed.” “Why didn’t you say that?” He shrugs, “Didn’t feel worth mentioning. Plus, it looked like it was devoid of life when we landed. They must live underground.” Sangyeon sighs, shaking his head before letting him leave. 

You had just experienced your first spaceship attack with a creature you’d probably see in your nightmares. But you couldn’t focus on that fact at all. You were focused solely on the cocky android making his way over to you, dripping confidence. He presses the button to unbuckle your seat as you stare up at him, eyes full of wonder. He smiles at you as if he’s hiding an underlying smirk. You’re sure of it as you turn towards the table as he rounds it, “Sorry for the hold-up, sweetheart. But do you mind if I retire early? I’ve had a long day.” You shrug, watching as his agile fingers pick up the fifty-two cards before putting them away. Your brain is running full speed with thoughts about what his hands could do to you that you weren’t about to voice out loud. 

You can’t look him in the eyes as you tell him, “No, go ahead.” He lifts your chin up, making you look at him as he smirks, “I’ll see you later, my little space explorer.” You can’t help but follow his finger after he removes it from under your jaw, watching him go. And that’s when you hear someone tease, “You hate to see him leave, but you love to watch him go, huh?” Snapping you immediately out of your trance, “Eric!” He laughs, “What? I’m right.” You roll your eyes, “Whatever, 1222.” Eric gasps as he playfully pushes you, “Don't model number me!” You shrug, and Jacob places his hand on your shoulder, “Since that was your first time having a ship you work for under attack, why don’t you retire to bed early, too?” You hum before you agree, and Jacob gives you a gentle smile as you head to your room. 

You couldn’t care less that the ship was hit when you had defense mechanisms like that on your side. You can’t help but think about what else his analytics could figure out and how agile his fingers were. Your brain was practically running overdrive with those thoughts as you rushed to your room. You quickly scan in and find the box you hid under your bed. You grin as you pull out your prized possessions. This was sure to do the trick. Maybe Sunwoo was just your source of recent infatuation because you haven’t touched yourself in a while. Yeah, that had to be it, you think as you slip out of your uniform.

You slide your hands down your sides as you run your hand over yourself before running a finger up your slit. You hum as you find yourself already wet. Your latest source of desire drives your mind wild. With your free hand, you grab your vibrator and turn it on. Running it over your slit before placing it against your clit as your fingers plunge into your core. You let out little sighs and soft moans as you think about Sunwoo effortlessly working the control panel. You move your fingers faster at the thought of him fucking you with his agile fingers. Your mind racing with how hot he looked when he was threatening annihilation. You hold the vibrator tighter against your clit, grinding up into it as you let out soft moans. And you can’t help but moan, “F-fuck, Sunwoo…” as you grow closer to your orgasm. You can’t help but wish your fingers were his instead as your legs start shaking as you grow closer and closer. Your walls tighten and convulse around your digits. And you can’t stop the cries of Sunwoo’s name that leave your lips as your orgasm finally hits you in waves. Your legs shake as you finish, and you let out soft sighs, thankful for the temporary relief it provided. 

But as you come down from your high, pulling your fingers out with your vibrator resting on your leg, you don’t find yourself satisfied; you still want more. You cry out in frustration. Why wasn’t that enough? That’s usually enough! Was it because it approached too quickly? No… When it all comes to the forefront of your mind. It was because it wasn’t Sunwoo giving you it. You can’t help but hate the realization. You turn off your vibrator and silently curse at yourself. Post-nut clarity was supposed to make you realize he was just something to get off to. Not an actual source of desire. So, why did you find yourself cleaning up and thinking about all the ways he could satisfy you so much better? And why did you like every thought? Fuck, you were down bad for him. 

But even with those thoughts, you decide that post-nap, you would find this all to be silly. And you’d wake up normally, without any down bad thoughts for him. You close your eyes and do your best to snuggle in for a nap. But the longer you lay there, the more you toss and turn as you try to sleep. You groan as you get up. It was way too early for bed anyway. You select a presentable silk pajama set and zap it on before leaving your room. You look both ways, not wanting anyone to catch where you’re going. You walk the rounded corridor to Sunwoo’s room. You debate between ringing his doorbell or heading to the cafeteria and having an early dinner. Before you decide, “Fuck it.” And ring his doorbell, knowing food wouldn’t satisfy what you were craving. His intercom beeps for you to speak, and you ask, “Sunwoo, you still up?” “Space explorer?” “Yeah.” A groggy Sunwoo answers the door, his sleeveless tank doing nothing to help your thoughts. “Hi, sweetheart, whatcha you need?” You smile at his soft, messy hair, “I just wanted to talk.” He shrugs, “Okay, come in.” He moves out of the way and gestures for you to sit on his chair. He sits on his bed, “So, what did you want to talk about?” 

You scratch the back of your neck, trying to avoid the topic that brought you here, “You’ve been in charge of defense this whole time? Why didn’t you say anything?” He shrugs, “It’s never been necessary to… it’s been an auxiliary role for the past fifteen-some years. The fewer that remember that. The less work I have to do.” You shake your head as you laugh, and he cracks a grin. When you catch your breath, you ask, “So what does that mean for you?” He quirks his eyebrow at you, “You want my programming info, or do you want to know how I use the information?” Your eyes go wide as you ask, “I uh… Wh-What? What do you mean?” He smirks, “I think you know what I mean… Something tells me you’ve already thought about what I could do.” He gets up from his bed and stoops towards you, towering over you. He rests his hands on the armrests as he looks you in the eyes. “My analytics pick up weaknesses. Accurately pinpointing everything that makes something or someone tick.” His eyes search yours as his lips curl into a smirk, “And considering your disheveled appearance, parted lips, and rapid heart rate... I think it’s safe to assume exactly why you came here.” He pauses as you give him a small nod, confirming what he already knew to be true. He moves a hand from the armrest and lifts your chin up, “Now, do I have your consent to absolutely ruin you beyond comprehension?” You nod, staring up into his brown eyes, “Please.” He smirks, “Good girl.”

He captures your lips in a kiss, and when he pulls away, removing his hand from your jaw, you can’t help but chase after them, letting out a small whine. You watch his eyes glint purple as he whispers, “Oh, little explorer… Already whining for me?” He sighs, “I guess I’ll just have to give you everything you want.” He kisses you deeply, and when he starts to pull away, he pecks your lips a few times before dropping to his knees. His hands leave the chair completely before pulling you towards the edge of the chair and stripping you out of your shorts. He kisses up your thighs, making his way closer and closer to your clothed core. You let out a little humph as he pauses in his motions, just staring. His lips curl into a grin as he looks at the wet spot, “So cute…” before placing a kiss on it and mouthing over it. When he grows tired of teasing you like that, he quickly takes them off of you. 

He gives you a few kitten licks before prodding at your entrance with his fingers and lets out a little laugh against your core as you jerk from the movement and let out a little, “Ah-ah…” He looks up into your eyes, and you see the beautiful purple hues in them. He moves his mouth back to ask, “You’ve already cum once, haven’t you, sweetheart?” You give him an ashamed nod. He asks, “Was it because of me?” You nod again, and he smirks as he realizes, “You weren’t satisfied by the thought of me, were you? You want the real deal, sweetheart?” You whimper, “Y-yes..” His fingers tease over your entrance as he grins, “You could have just come here first. I would have done you right in the first place.” 

He slips two of his fingers in immediately as he tells you, “But don’t you worry, I’ll make you forget why you came here in the first place. I’ll fuck you so good.” You let out a soft, “Okay…” He gives you a devilish smile as he presses his thumb to your already sensitive clit, quickly rubbing circles into it. You quickly grip the armrests and look up as you let out a moan, staring at the ceiling as he whispers, “I knew it…” His fingers match the pace of his thumb. You feel his left hand slide up under your silk top, squeezing your left breast before pinching and pulling at your nipple as you moan louder for him. He cockily asks, “You like that?” You breathe heavily as you ask, “How… How did you know?” He switches between the two as he shrugs his left-hand tweaks at your nipples. His fingers are still curling inside of you as he lets out a soft hum, “I told you already…” You whine as he tugs at your left nipple before switching to the right, “I use my knowledge for fun.” He kisses your right thigh and watches as you become a mess for him. His thumb rubbing faster and faster circles into your clit his left-hand plays with your nipples, flicking over them. 

Your hips rut into his hand as you grow closer to your orgasm, “Sun-Sunwoo- I’m going to.” He kisses your left thigh, “That’s it… Come on, be a good girl, and cum for me.” He sucks a mark on your upper thigh before removing his thumb from your clit. You let out a gasp at the loss of sensation. When his lips wrap around it, sucking hard on it, you gasp at the new sensation as you finally feel your orgasm bubbling up. You let out a wanton whine as you finally cum. He hums against your clit as his fingers help you ride out your high. He pulls away, looking up at you, “Good girl… I knew you could do it, my little explorer…” He kisses up your thigh as he slowly removes his hands from your body as you tremble. He sucks on his fingers, letting out appreciative hums until his eyes glow purple at you. And it’s like you can see the ideas spark in his vision. 

His face dives in and licks around as you grasp onto his hair at his, “Sun-sunwoo!” He hums, making you shiver as you push at his head, “I’m so- I’m so sensitive, please stop!” He pouts as he pulls away, “But you tasted so good…” The purple fades into a deep brown as he gets a grip on himself. “Sorry, it’s in my programming to target weaknesses…” His fingers trail along your thighs, “And sweetheart, you're so sensitive and taste so good right now. All I want to do is destroy you.” You blink at him, not knowing what to say. When he continues, “But I guess I can wait to taste you until you’re ready to go again.” You shake your head before you ask, “Would you destroy me if you had the chance?” He shakes his head, “No. I wouldn’t destroy something I wish to cherish. But I’d love to be the one to ruin you endlessly.” You smirk as you pull him in by the collar of his sleeveless tank, “Then do so.” 

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After two rounds on his mattress, as you lay side by side, he asks, “So, how was that?” You sigh, nuzzling into his arm, “It was everything. Fuck… Sunwoo. I didn’t think you’d be able to do that.” He smirks, as he turns his head to look you in the eyes, “Is it because you thought I was lazy?” You look down in shame, “Well- I- uh- yes.” He tilts your head up, “It’s okay. I like to make others believe that, so I don’t have to do more work.” You laugh, and he smiles before his lips curl into another smirk, “But when it comes to things that matter… I give my all.” You kiss him before whispering against his lips, “I can tell.” He pulls away to tell you, “And sweetheart, I’d work tirelessly for you.” You blush as you search his eyes, “You mean that?” He kisses you deeply, “You wanna find out?”

And before he can make it heated again, the dinner bell rings, and both of your heads snap up. He sighs, “Mood killer.” You laugh at that before your stomach growls. You blush, and he pokes your tummy, “That was cute…” He hums, “Since you need sustenance, what do you say I go get us dinner, and then we can continue from here? Of course, if you wish to.” You smile, “I’d like that.” He smiles as he scoots down the mattress and kisses your core one last time. He tells you, “Damn, I could just eat you out for dinner instead.” You scoff, “Sunwoo!” He laughs, “Don’t worry, I’ll be polite this time.” He pats your head, “But I warn you, after we finish dinner, you’ll never want another human or android partner, sweetheart.” You pull him down for one more kiss, “I’m going to hold you to that.” He presses a button to zap on new clothes before tapping another to provide you with a set of his clothes. You slip them on as he rushes out of the room, eager to return. You grin to yourself. Landing on Xezornia two days ago was the best decision your captain has ever made.