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[zoidriguez]

Hi folks I can’t upload my newest fic here because apparently tumblr has a word count limit or something??? So I’ll just drop the link here https://archiveofourown.org/works/52879429

[zoidriguez]

Faster and Stronger

Pairing: Bender Rodríguez/Original Character

Rating: Explicit

Words: 2,507

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52792612

Summary:

"Before Bender knew it he was being dragged to the sex store downtown at 4 PM in the afternoon. He doesn’t know how they keep getting him in these situations, but he couldn’t deny that this was exciting, the thought of currents going straight into his body...maybe he and Lucy were on the same wavelength after all." Lucy and Bender go to a sex store, and shenanigans ensue. Selfship.

Text under the cut.

Notes: Lucy: https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/cliveisawesome223/bathtime https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/cliveisawesome223/selfshiptember-day-4 https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/cliveisawesome223/borat-voice-my-wife

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“Dude, did you know that spaghetti is a plural, and one noodle is called a spaghetto?”

Bender sounded genuinely surprised. “What? That’s crazy.” 

“I know, right?!”

This was basically all Bender and Lucy had planned for the day. Bender was watching All My Circuits, Lucy laying on his lap and half-paying attention while they fiddled around on their eyePhone, the two making light chatter (and sometimes having the occasional make-out sesh) in between commercials. Not exactly the most exciting way to spend their Saturday, but it was certainly comfortable, and it was a routine the two had quickly gotten used to.

During a local commercial for Glugmo’s Home Installation Service, Bender felt a tap on his arm. He looked in Lucy’s direction and they turned their eyePhone screen around so he could see. “Is this real?”

“Uh,” It took Bender’s optics a moment to adjust to it, the brightness on their screen turned all the way up for some godforsaken reason. Squinting, his cheeks flushed when he realized what they were showing him - an ad for a generator, one specifically designed to pleasure robots. Just the association of Lucy and the device was immediately making dirty thoughts crop up but he shook them away. He coughed awkwardly, trying to collect himself. “Uh, yeah. I’m honestly surprised you’ve never heard of ‘em.”

“Wait, so like, what do they do?”

“What am I, a walking dictionary now?” 

“I’m just curious!” Lucy’s legs moved slightly, “It looks interesting.”

Bender was getting increasingly flustered the more he had to go into detail about this. “It, uh, produces electricity…and it works differently from a normal generator, ‘cause it disperses it throughout your body, not just directly to your power supply.” Explaining as quickly as he could, he fanned away the beginnings of a steaming fit before taking a sip of his beer, trying to distract himself. “I’ve never had one, though, so, I dunno.”

“Huh.” They replied. “Cool.”

Before Bender knew it he was being dragged to the sex store downtown at 4 PM in the afternoon. He doesn’t know how they keep getting him in these situations, but he couldn’t deny that this was exciting, the thought of currents going straight into his body...maybe he and Lucy were on the same wavelength after all. There was still one thing, though…

“Y’know those things are, like, a gajillion dollars, right?”

“It’ll be fiiiiiine,” Lucy drawled out, turning their body to look at him while walking backwards. “I’ll figure it out.”

“I could just steal it…” He casually pushed them to the side so they wouldn’t backwards-walk into a pedestrian. 

“Yeah, but that’s no fun-” Suddenly they were falling backwards and they yelped, landing square on their back with a loud clunk, having tripped on the uneven sidewalk. Bender damn near busted a piston at this, holding his stomach and cackling loudly before extending a hand, still snickering. “Okay, I shoulda predicted that,” They grabbed Bender’s hand and he helped them to their feet. “But, point being,” Brushing dust off their chassis, they winked at him. “I’ve got somethin’ planned, so don’t worry about it.” They pushed open the door to the shop, the tinted windows making it stick out like a sore thumb in the rows of over-the-top, extravagant displays that lined the streets.

“Smooth,” Bender said sarcastically, following closely behind. Lucy didn’t have a snarky response to that, instead staring in awe at the rows of sex toys, each wall covered in them. They just stood there for a few seconds until Bender tapped their shoulder, snapping them out of their daze. “Uh, have you never been in a sex shop before?”

“Nnnot really,” They admitted, looking through their memory banks. “I mean, kinda, once, when I was younger, I wasn’t technically allowed in there but I was in it anyways ‘cause I thought it was a novelty shop?” They turned to look at Bender. “It was not a novelty shop.”

He chuckled. “That sounds like somethin’ you’d do.”

“Shut up,” They laughed, punching his arm lightly before interlocking their fingers with his. Hand in hand, moving to the section dedicated to robots, the two combed through the items before they found it - along with a price tag of $400.

“Welp.” Bender took out a piece of cartography paper and a pen. “If you wanna start doing recon, I can plan the heist for tonight-”

“We are not stealing it,” Lucy looked around. “Not in the traditional way, at least.”

Bender made a confused noise at that, and they just extended their hand halfway across the store, grabbing a shirt off the rack; it was hot pink and said ‘JUICY’ on the front in bright cyan letters with an arrow pointing to the crotch area. Lucy wouldn’t be caught dead with it, and they don’t know a single person who would ever wear it - nor do they want to - but it made for a suitable enough distraction, deliberately holding it in front of the generator in their hand. They waved to the tired-looking cashier. “Excuse me - is there a changing room?”

Looking markedly dead-inside, they slowly pointed to a back corner of the shop, and Lucy hastily thanked them before darting there, Bender in tow. Multiple rooms sat next to each other, each one (thankfully) empty. Giggling, they shoved their way into one near the back, Bender making sure to lock the door behind them. He sat in the middle of the long seat that jutted out of the wall then drummed his fingers against his knees. “Sooooooo…what now?”

Lucy scoffed. “Isn’t it obvious?” Tearing open the box to the generator, they then removed the plastic coil from the wires, grabbing the plug and extending their arm to prod around the wall, looking for an outlet. Bender gaped at them.

“Wait, but, what if someone hears us?”

“Good,” Lucy grinned evilly. “Besides, it’s a sex shop and, well, we’re shopping for sex, I guess.” Pretending that made any sense, they shrugged before motioning to that god awful garish shirt again. “Also, did you actually think I wanted that thing?”

Bender crossed his arms. “I thought you wanted it ironically!”

“...Now that you mention it, I kinda do,” Lucy hummed before they let out a soft ‘oh’ noise, finally finding an outlet. They quickly plugged it in before pulling their arm back, making a slight zzzip noise as it returned to its socket. “We can get back to that later.”

Unfolding a pamphlet, they scanned over the instructions before crumpling the paper and throwing it behind them, figuring they got the gist of it. Two plugs and a basic digital interface didn't exactly take a rocket scientist to figure out. Opening their chest compartments and plugging the generator into they and Bender’s respective motherboards, they then moved their knees to either side of him, sitting in his lap. “You ready?”

Bender smirked, feeling brave. “Bet you $20 you’ll overload before me,”

Leaning in, they sneered. “You’re on.”

They pressed a button and Bender let out a raspy gasp, shivering, already feeling more sensitive. Maybe this was a bad idea. It sent bursts of electricity at a rate of 5 watts every 2 seconds, and the two dials controlled how strong or how fast they wanted it. The two shifted in place, neither of them used to the feeling of arousal being quite literally pumped into them. Fingers dancing on the dials, Lucy’s optics met Bender’s. “I could go faster. You?”

Bender did not have the demeanor of someone who could go faster already, jumping with every burst to his system, but he hummed a ‘mhm’ regardless and they upped it to 8 watts every second. A moan nearly tore its way out of Bender’s voicebox, but he managed to cover it up with an awkward-sounding cough while a tremble shook through his chassis.

“Christ, babe, isn’t this a bit much…?” He breathed out, gripping the seat tighter. 

“I’m just gettin’ started, love,” Arousal was starting to show through their voice which made him feel better, managing to slightly relax on the uncomfortable bench. That was until they set the speed to a constant stream of 8 watts and he jolted, footcups scraping the floor while a strained moan escaped his voice module. It was like his whole body was buzzing, vibrating, and he struggled to sit still at the constant stimulation. 

“Shit, that’s nice…” He groaned quietly, voice cracking, holding onto their waist.

“Yeah…” Legs shifting while their hands gripped his shoulders.

Bender wasn’t the type to lose a bet, but that was getting dangerously close to being the case. He could feel the static prickles of an overload forming in his core and antenna and this gave him an idea; clearly, he needed to play dirty. 

His digits found Lucy’s antenna and they gasped sharply, barely holding back a moan. “Hhhey, that’s cheating - ah,” They buried themself in his chest when Bender started moving his hand, Lucy’s fingers practically boring through his shoulders. Shaking, they managed to collect themselves enough to inconspicuously sneak one hand being his head while they inched another towards the generator, suddenly gripping the top of his antenna and turning it up to a constant 20 watts, using their mouthplate to muffle the subsequent moan that rippled through the two of them. Stubby fingers grabbed desperately at the back of Lucy’s head and they pulled away, a smug look on their face. “Look at…look at you, Bender, you’re such a slut,” He cried at that, his body pushing into theirs. Shaking their head, Lucy tsked at him. “You’re even trying to grind on me, so cute…”

“It’s,” A tremble worked its way through his systems and he let out a shaky sound in between a sigh and a moan. It was getting harder to hold back, and his determination to win the bet was waning the closer he got to the edge. “Too much,” Bender panted out, limbs shaking and tears falling from his optics. Lucy used the back of their hand to wipe them away gently.

“Too bad.” Their touch on his antenna changed to hard, fast pumps and he slapped a hand over his mouthplate. A part of him not wanting them to have the upper hand, Bender mirrored them, moving his hand more deliberately along their antenna. It devolved into the two frantically stroking each other, trembling, trying to get the other to overload while more and more electricity poured into them moment by moment. Lucy began to lose their composure, their movements getting more unstable and uncoordinated.

Noticing this, “Let me- I need to,” Bender used his free hand to bring Lucy’s face closer, capturing them in a gentle kiss. They squeaked against his mouthplate, suddenly much closer to the edge. 

The metaphorical wires snapped and they both shuddered, optics squeezed shut, steam and sparks shooting off in all directions while metal digits pawed desperately at one another. Cracked moans reverberated through the small room, not caring about keeping quiet anymore. Finally, the two stiffened and collapsed into each other, systems powering down.

…

“Oww,” Lucy groaned. They held their side in pain before realizing someone had been kicking them. They looked behind them to see a human towering over them, not looking too pleased.

“It’s after hours, robots.”

“Oh.” Lucy stared blankly at them.

“That means you’ve gotta get outta here.”

“Oh!” Lucy scrambled to wake Bender up, nudging his side while they put the pieces together of how they got in this situation. They apologized to the human - presumably a night janitor or something, judging by the broom in their hand and hastily ran out of the store, Bender in hand and still half-asleep. The worker probably thought they were stoned or something. They kinda preferred it that way. At least that’d be an excuse. Bender’s ticking sped up as he woke up a little more. Rubbing their arm, they looked to the ground.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“-make us cum that hard?” Bender finished, his voice still carrying a tired inflection.

“Yeah, that.” They and Bender started to walk back home. “Buuuut, if it makes you feel any better-” Opening their chest compartment, they pulled out the generator, as well as-

“Ugh, did you really hafta get that dumb shirt?” He groaned, facepalming, while Lucy giggled.

“Well, hey! Because of me, we saved-” They checked the tag on the shirt. “$430!”

“That thing costs $30?”

“Well, yeah,” They pulled the shirt over their frame. God, it was so stupid it looped back around to being charming. “You’ve gotta pay a lot for something this high quality. Craftsmanship and stuff.” They said sarcastically. The two then walked in silence for a few moments until Bender remembered something.

“Who won?” A confused look was directed at him and he elaborated, “The bet, I mean.”

“Oh!” They opened something on their visor. “When did you shut down?”

“Uhh,” He checked, “5:13:35.”

“5:13:38.” They smiled at him triumphantly. “I win.”

“Shoulda never brought it up…” He grumbled and Lucy tittered at that. Silence stretched between them before they coughed awkwardly, catching Bender’s attention. 

“I, uh…” Trying to figure out how to phrase this was hard. “You’re okay, right?”

“Uh, yeah?” He ran a quick diagnostics check and got the all clear. “You didn’t break anythin’ in me-”

“No, wait, sorry, that’s not what I mean,” They were kicking themself mentally. “I mean, like, emotionally…?” Cringing, they hated how these words sounded coming out of their mouth and how they most certainly were not to Bender’s taste. Still, he answered.

“Yeah…?” He shook his head, confused. “What’s this about?”

“I guess,” Struggling to admit this, they knew Bender wasn’t helpless, and could take care of himself, but… “I guess I get kinda nervous when you cry, sometimes?” They looked down. “I just don’t wanna hurt you, y’know…?”

A soft feeling buzzed inside of Bender and he fidgeted, not used to being looked after so much. “You don’t hafta worry about that, babe, ‘s just me bein’ a drama queen.”

“I figured,” They breathed. “But I uh, I wanted to make sure.” Inconspicuously locking their fingers with Bender’s, they squeezed his hand. He squeezed back. “And, and you would tell me, right? If somethin’ I was doing was bothering you?”

Bender was about to retort with a “Nothing you do would bother me, babe” or a quip about how he could handle anything, but he guessed that wasn’t very constructive to the conversation at hand. He instead looked away, and mumbled a “I promise” under his breath. He felt a kiss on his cheek and a nuzzle into his arm. Still looking away, Bender spotted a nearby bar. He stopped in his tracks, Lucy doing the same, before pointing in the direction of it with his thumb. “Hey, how ’bout we forget about the $20 and go out for drinks instead? I’m payin’.”

Lucy grinned and leaned into his side, Bender coiling an arm around them. “Hell yeah.”

[zoidriguez]

Sexploration

Pairing: Bender Rodríguez/Original Character

Rating: Explicit

Words: 2,681

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52669690

Summary:

“You…wha? You wanna touch my motherboard?” “Uh-huh.” Lucy's curiosity gets the better of them and they wanna explore the inside of Bender's chassis. Selfship.

Text under the cut.

Notes:

Lucy: https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/cliveisawesome223/bathtime https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/cliveisawesome223/selfshiptember-day-4 https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/cliveisawesome223/borat-voice-my-wife In my last fic, I mentioned how Lucy likes to explore and touch around Bender's body from time to time. This is sort of an offshoot of that idea. Also, sorry for the crummy pun in the title. I thought of it when I started writing this and it stuck haha

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“Hey, can I ask you somethin’?”

Bender’s visor lifted and he looked at the robot sitting on top of him quizzically, who just shrugged. Having become acquainted with this phrasing, Bender figured this path of conversation would lead to either something glaringly serious or completely inane, and he wasn’t particularly thrilled with either of those outcomes. Still, though, he wanted to trust that Lucy had interrupted their mutual quiet time for good reason. He feigned a sigh and grunted with effort as he sat up, back now against a pillow at the headboard of their bed. “What is it?”

Lucy avoided Bender’s stare, instead looking off to the side and choosing to focus on one of the many discarded beer bottles on their floor. Pausing, they chose their next words carefully. “You, you know this thing? That we’re doin’ right here?”

“I, yeah?” Bender answered, suddenly unsure of all of this. A small part of his brain was catastrophizing, worrying that they were about to say something that was going to hurt him, and he tensed. Lucy was quick to comfort him, grabbing his forearms and gently tracing ovals over his surface. He relaxed, sinking back into the pillow and a sigh escaping his voice box. 

They tried to divert their attention somewhere else, a little afraid of Bender’s reaction to what they were about to ask. “I guess I was wondering, if I could do this…inside your chassis…?” They trailed off, shifting on Bender’s torso, acutely aware of the…lascivious nature of this request. Bender just chuckled and they quirked their head, confused.

“Y’know, if you wanted to fondle my insides, you coulda just asked. Don’t hafta be all cryptic about it.”

“I…okay, well, yeah, that is part of it, but there’s another element!” Lucy pouted, resting their hands on his chest. “This type of stuff is interesting to me. I wanna see what happens when I touch certain parts of your board while you’re running…and, and I wanna see where you're most sensitive…’n stuff…” They clumsily mumbled out, their mind wandering to unsavory places. Bender stared at them like they were crazy.

“You…wha? You wanna touch my motherboard?”

“Uh-huh.”

“That is soooo dangerous…” Bender sang out. “What if you break somethin’ in me?! The world can’t go without me for a second!”

They rolled their eyes at that. “You literally saved backups of yourself to flash drives and tried to sell them to museums as a national treasure. I don’t think the world is going Bender-less anytime soon.” Bender just crossed his arms and grumbled and a pang of sympathy drummed inside of Lucy. They leaned down and cupped the side of his face, petting his cheek with their thumb. “And of course I’m not trying to coerce you into doing anything you don’t wanna. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Bender was noticeably quiet, and he avoided Lucy’s gaze. It was true he had his reservations about this, and this was definitely something out of his comfort zone - relatively rare, considering his numerous sexual exploits - but the thought of his bare circuits…being touched like that…the thought was exhilarating. He made a few whines before finding his voice again. “...You promise to be careful?”

Lucy smiled. “I promise.”

Letting out a shaky breath, he laid back with a touch of hesitance and opened his chest compartment, the action holding much more gravity considering the current circumstances. Trailing kisses from his mouthplate downwards, Lucy anchored their right hand to Bender’s side and leaned forward, plunging their left inside. Their head was practically inside him, trying to get a good view of where his motherboard was. Milliseconds turned into centiseconds which turned into deciseconds and Bender was growing impatient.

“Can you hurry it up?” The suspense of waiting tangled with the fact he couldn’t see what was going on in there wasn't helping quell his anxieties about this. He gasped sharply when a bundle of his wires were forcefully tugged on and he slammed a hand over his mouthplate, stifling a noise.

“Just hush. I know what I’m doin’.” They assured, smiling through their voice. A low groan escaped Bender’s voice module and his legs shifted restlessly, Lucy now slowly rubbing the bundle of wires between their digits absentmindedly while they put more focus towards his schematics. Any concerns Bender had about this were melting into pleasurable static and he let them do their thing, his arms ragdolling onto the mattress. Seemingly finding what they were looking for, Lucy made a beeline for a spot deep inside his casing and Bender suddenly felt a pressure on his core. He trembled, their fingertips dancing over the surface of his motherboard.

“How’s it feel?”

“...Weird,” Bender answered honestly. 

“Bad weird or good weird?”

“Just…weird, I dunno…” 

“Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yeah.” That was the one thing he was sure about. He had never felt anything similar to this and he struggled to put into words what exactly this indescribable sensation was like. Moving their fingers around blindly, Lucy came across Bender’s expansion slots, one of which was already occupied with a board. Several inductors, capacitors, and resistors decorated it, which was all well and good, but not exactly what they were looking for. Their hand went further along the expansion board, discovering a spot with a heatsink and several fans. They briefly assumed this was where this particular expedition ended before an idea started brewing. Wordlessly, they leaned back and opened their own chest compartment, fiddling for a plug. After an awkward few seconds of searching they pulled it out, quickly plugging themself into a port on his motherboard, and before Bender could question this, a prompt appeared on his display that Lucy was requesting admin privileges.

“What exactly are you doin’ in there?” Bender chuckled nervously.

“I wanna turn off this fan so I can disconnect it. There’s something under there I wanna get at,” Lucy explained, pulling a screwdriver out of their chest. Bender was about to voice his doubts before they continued, already guessing what he was going to say. “I’ll keep an eye on your control panel, and I’ll put it back before you start overheating, how does that sound?”

“I really dunno about this,” He admitted, twiddling his fingers. 

Features softening, Lucy set the screwdriver off to the side and leaned down to be level with Bender’s face. “Baby, I wouldn’t be doing this if I wasn’t confident in what I was doing.” They massaged the side of his face, him leaning into the touch. “I would never do anything that would hurt you. I’m taking as many precautions as I can.”

Bender was eerily quiet. Slowly, he moved his hand over Lucy’s, holding it against his cheek. He finally met their optics for a few seconds before closing his, pressing his forehead against theirs and silently allowing them access to his systems. Lucy slowly backed away, hesitant, shaking, before going in with sudden fervor, pressing their mouthplate against his. Making a surprised noise, he slowly leaned into the kiss and quietly moaned against them, his hand moving to cradle the back of their head and slowly moving down their back, resting at their waist. He prodded at the space between their legs with his digits before they grabbed his arm, moving it to a neutral position. He opened his eyes, confused, only to be met with a self-approving smirk. 

“Nuh-uh-uh. Tonight’s all about you, sweetheart.” Bender squirmed in place, flustered. He could handle all this attention from a crowd, in fact he relished in it, but all this attention from one particular robot…this felt so much more direct. Lucy gripped his forearms and guided him downwards, Bender now fully laying on his back. Retrieving the screwdriver, they dove back into his chest compartment, using the whirring of those particular fans to find where they left off. They brought up Bender’s control panel, letting it rest in the corner of their vision, while they shut them off, the soft whirring noise slowly coming to a stop. Once they fully stopped spinning, they rested a hand on the heatsink, skillfully unscrewing it along with its connecting fans from the board in a few motions. They carefully placed the screws nearby, making note of their placement, and set the screwdriver back down. Using both hands, they flipped the heatsink over, letting the sole ribbon cable hold it in place as they set it above its original spot. 

Finally, they spotted a chip that the cooling system was covering before. Hovering over it for a few seconds, they sank their hand down, rubbing their thumb over it, and Lucy heard a soft ‘woah’ escape Bender’s voice module. They poked their head out, only to see Bender’s optics warbling, pupils unfocused and shaky. Lucy’s face lit up.

“I can’t see,” Bender stated simply.

“This must be your GPU…” They rubbed their thumb over that spot again, this time studying his face closely, and much to their amazement his features glitched in accordance with their touches. Humming to themself, they moved a digit to glide across the section where the chip was soldered to his board and Bender twitched, inhaling sharply while his optics and mouthplate flickered. His visor half-lowered and he shuddered against them.

“Sensitive spot?”

“Yyyeah,” He confirmed, his arms moving to wrap around Lucy’s midsection, hands on their back. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve gotcha…” They cooed, using their free hand to hold him closely. They brushed against the solder again and he grunted, his legs pushing his torso upwards to try to get more stimulation. Whining, he realized that Lucy had moved their hand away. “You’re gonna overheat if I keep touching you there,” They stated, already starting to secure his cooling system back in place to prevent any damage.

“Then let me…” He groaned, his fingers scratching at their back fitfully. Lucy rolled their eyes, smiling.

“You and I both know you don’t mean that,” They put in the last screw and set aside the screwdriver, giving the heatsink one last pat before moving their hands elsewhere. “Besides, there’s more places I wanna explore.” Moving to a second occupied expansion slot, this board was a lot simpler. The usual components of a board were still present and numerous, but the main chip just sat at the center, unguarded. Bender whimpered and they chuckled to themself. “Would you just calm down?”

Bender pouted, clouds of steam pouring from his chassis. “‘M calm! I just want-ttttttttttttttttt,” He stuttered out suddenly, Lucy brushing against the chip. Bringing their head back out, Bender was already staring at them questioningly.

“You’re the one that made those noises, dude, not me.” They teased.

“What the he-eelllllll, you-” His voice module hissed when Lucy’s digits moved to the solder again. “Is, is that my soundddd, sounds-crackle-sound chip-p-p-?!” 

“Bingo! How’d you know?” They said sarcastically, rubbing at that spot some more. Metallic screeches reverberated through the room and Bender failed to keep his voice down, his voice module being manipulated so so nicely. His voice hitched a few octaves and developed into glitchy whines. Static shot from loose parts of his wiring; he was close, so fucking close, but Lucy took their hand away again and Bender groaned loudly, frustrated and trying to move for some type of stimulation somewhere, anywhere - but Lucy held him in place.

“Let me, let me finish-h,”

“I will! Just one last thing, okay sweetie?” They pet his arm with their free hand and moved their touch back to his motherboard. “Don’t forget this is also for science.”

“Screw scienceee…” Static crept into his voice. “Fuck, I’m, I’m so close.”

That was true, they could feel overflowing electricity buzzing beneath his circuits, and burn marks covered their dominant hand due to spike voltages. Thankfully, they knew what they were looking for this time. Gently, their hand moved to the center of his motherboard and carefully lifted up a small latch, revealing a chip. They tapped it lightly and-

“FUCK!” Bender spasmed, tears prickling at the corners of his optics. Clearly, they had found a sweet spot. “ThhThere, touch me there, touch-ch me, now, pplease, ohmygod-” They repeated the action and he cried out, his footcups digging into the sheets.

“This is your CPU!” They smiled. “Makes sense it would be the most sensitive part, huh?” Before he could answer their fingertips breezed over the solder and anything he wanted to say quickly devolved into loud, embarrassing moans and glitched nothings while tears trailed down his face. He held Lucy close to him, trembling, hiding his face in their shoulder, but that wouldn’t do. Lightly pushing his chest away, they then tilted his face to look at them.

“There you are, gorgeous...” Bender was heating up significantly, he was right on the edge. “You’re so cute…” Wiping away stray tears with their thumb, Lucy then grabbed a hold of his chin and leaned forward, sending a small burst of electricity through his mouthplate from theirs and his torso thrust into their touch on his circuits before stiffening, steam billowing from his chassis and his digits clawing at Lucy’s back hard enough to leave scuff marks while robotic moans left his voicebox. He sobbed, falling to hide in their shoulder again, and they let him this time, petting his back while he shook, not caring about his body being quite literally scalding. Fans whirring loudly, he finished, his shaking slowing down and his systems starting to reset before his visor closed and he slumped against Lucy. He felt a small spark at his cheek before shutting down completely.

…

“...Shit, babe,” Were the first two words Bender managed when he came to. He heard a giggle and Lucy was nuzzled into his chest.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

“G’morning…wait, morning?” 

“Mhm! After you overloaded, you slept all night.” They rubbed the back of their head bashfully. “I think I might’ve gotten a bit overzealous…”

“Nah.” Bender responded, almost too quickly. When they looked questioningly in his direction, Bender swiveled his head away. “Even if ya did, it was worth it…”

“Ehehehe. I’m glad you think that, ‘cause there’s some other stuff I wanna try.” They paused for a moment. “In the name of science, of course.”

“Of course.” He played along, followed by a comfortable silence, the only sound being the light ticking of their bodies. Bender glanced at the clock and sighed, leaning back. “Man, I don’t wanna go to work.”

“Then don’t!” Lucy grinned, snuggling into Bender’s side. 

“You’re a terrible influence,” “As if you aren’t,” They wrapped an arm over his chest, noticing how his body got warmer. It was comfortable, Lucy practically melting into his body. They looked at him knowingly. “Besides, I know you wanna cuddle, too.”

He made a strangled noise before relenting and wrapping an arm around Lucy, sinking deeper into the blankets. “Can’t deny that.”

“Mhm…” Lucy mumbled, falling asleep on top of him when he rubbed their back soothingly.  Now left alone with his thoughts, Bender was getting emotional.

Being vulnerable with someone was scary. Particularly so for him since he was all too used to unintentionally pushing people away, most either not wanting to be involved with Bender’s life of crime and vice, or wanting to but being put off by the softer facets of his personality. It always felt like a losing battle. He’d put up walls, protections so he wouldn’t get hurt, shielding his true self from the world. But Lucy…they weren’t deterred by any of this. They took him as he was, as he is, not looking to change a thing about him, only wanting to love him. His processors ticked faster, Bender realizing just how damn in love he was. Gross.

Tentatively, he cradled Lucy’s head with uncharacteristic tenderness, leaning down and kissing their forehead. They held onto him tighter, bringing their legs up to tangle theirs with his. The two relaxed, falling asleep together, any responsibilities long forgotten.

[zoidriguez]

Not-So-Secret Secrets

Pairing: Bender Rodríguez/Original Character

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1,868

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52425259

Content warning: Tickling kink / knismo

Summary + text under the cut.

Summary:

“Lucy was noticing a pattern with Bender. A slight twitch when they hugged, a jump whenever they touched him unexpectedly, a breath hitch that one time they were helping him get his shoes on; Bender was ticklish. Now, this wouldn’t be too weird on its own - they were too, after all. That was just something that came with the territory of having an artificial nervous system as sophisticated as theirs, even if organics oft found their ability to experience it strange and unnecessary. But, they began to notice that, shortly after these occurrences, Bender would excuse himself and fuck off to the bathroom for the next few minutes. At first they chalked it up to Bender-typical weirdness - they’d been together for a while now, and they had gotten used to him being kinda quirky sometimes - he was just like that, and it wasn’t like they had much room to judge in that regard anyways. But it kept happening.” Bender starts exhibiting some strange behaviour and Lucy decides to investigate. Selfship.

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Notes:

Lucy: https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/cliveisawesome223/bathtime https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/cliveisawesome223/selfshiptember-day-4 https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/cliveisawesome223/borat-voice-my-wife

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Lucy was noticing a pattern with Bender.

A pattern that probably wouldn’t be notable or worth recognition by the average person but, well, they were far from that anyways. It started with a few odd cases until it devolved into them keeping mental notes on whenever it happened. 

A slight twitch when they hugged, a jump whenever they touched him unexpectedly, a breath hitch that one time they were helping him get his shoes on; Bender was ticklish. Now, this wouldn’t be too weird on its own - they were too, after all. That was just something that came with the territory of having an artificial nervous system as sophisticated as theirs, even if organics oft found their ability to experience it strange and unnecessary. But, they began to notice that, shortly after these occurrences, Bender would excuse himself and fuck off to the bathroom for the next few minutes. At first they chalked it up to Bender-typical weirdness - they’d been together for a while now, and they had gotten used to him being kinda quirky sometimes - he was just like that, and it wasn’t like they had much room to judge in that regard anyways. But it kept happening - most recently when Lucy had hugged him from behind one morning while he was preparing breakfast. He very quickly finished up and hadn’t come out the rest of the morning. Lucy’s curiosity was getting piqued. They needed to investigate.

Lucy had called Bender to their shared bedroom Friday night so they could explore and touch around Bender's body. This wasn’t uncommon for the two - despite also being a robot, Lucy found his body fascinating, and the idea of committing each ridge on his limbs or each line on his mouthplate to memory was appealing to them, not to mention the tactile sensation of moving their hands all over the manbot they loved. And Bender liked being praised and showered with affection like that, so they both got something out of it. It worked out nicely, not starting out as anything out of the ordinary as to not arouse suspicion from him. 

Bender’s visor was down - he was probably watching internet videos or something - and Lucy’s hands roamed each inch of his chassis while they hummed to themself. Bender’s ticking had slowed down considerably; it was the perfect time to enact their plan. Their hands moved from his shoulder joints down to his hips, purposefully dragging their fingertips slowly down his sides. He shifted in place, and his ticking had gotten noticeably quicker, but overall he kept it together better than Lucy thought he would. Wanting to wring a reaction out of him, they had moved their touch to the top of his chest and moved their digits down again. Bender tried to move against the touch and his visor slid open, his optics staring at them quizzically. The lines on his mouthplate twitched into a smile the closer their hand got to his belly. He mumbled under his breath “What’re you- Be careful, it’s- I’m-“ before suddenly becoming quiet, trying to stifle his laughter and prevent himself from breaking into a fit of giggles. Lucy gave a smug smirk before suddenly darting their hand to the center of the door to his chest compartment. Bender's voice cracked into a “Ha-ah,” somewhere in between a laugh and a moan. Lucy moved back and looked at Bender with a self-satisfied look on their face.

“I knew it,” They rested their palms on his stomach. “This is a kink for you.” 

“Mff,” Bender made a frustrated growl and he grabbed fistfuls of the sheets under him. “You were playing into it this whole time, you bastard…”

Lucy tittered before leaning down and leaving small kisses all over his face, moving their hands to intertwine their fingers with his. “I’m sorry. Would it make you feel better if I said I was into it too?” A huge cloud of steam wafted from Bender’s neck and Lucy pulled back to chuckle to themself. “I guess that answers that.” Their hands moved from his hands down to his hips. One of their digits on each hand extended to rest on where his abdomen would be, and Bender whimpered in anticipation, trembling. They moved their digits in gentle circles over the area and his torso moved against the touch. Lucy pouted, looking down at him. “You squirm a lot.”

“I-I can’t help it,” Bender sounded like he was trying and failing to catch his breath. Rolling their eyes, they then smirked and plunged a hand into their chest compartment. 

“You’re lucky I have these on hand,” They pulled out 4 strands of rope and started securing each of Bender’s limbs to the bed frame. He just stared at them for a few moments, aghast.

“Just how planned was this?”  

Lucy just chuckled at that and didn’t give an answer. After they finished tying up his right leg, they leaned back, admiring their work. Focusing their attention back to Bender - he was now shaking slightly, and looked a little uneasy. They scooted over and leaned down close to his face, speaking in a low voice. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t wanna. I won’t be hurt or anything, promise.”  

“It’s not that, I…I do want this,” His voice mirrored Lucy’s, uncharacteristically hushed, and he squirmed in place. “It’s just - I feel so exposed,” He tugged on his restraints a little for emphasis. “‘S kinda scary, I guess…” They stared blankly at him for a few seconds before looking down at their hands and playing with their fingers. 

“Can I tell you somethin’, Bender?” He didn’t reply. They continued. “There’s…there’s nothing that could make me dislike you,” They looked up and smiled at him, extending their hand to hold his which was still secured to the bed frame. He stared at them intently. “I like seeing you so exposed, because, I - well I like every part of you.” 

Weird fuzzy feelings wormed their way in Bender’s central processor and he looked away, his body warming up. “I think I’m sick.” He mumbled out, and Lucy just laughed at that. 

“Maybe that’s love!”

“…Whatever it is,” Smiling, he finally turned to face them. “I want more of it.”

Lucy mirrored him and leaned in, pressing their mouthplates together. Sparks flew between them and Bender’s eyes squeezed shut while he moaned against their grill, already riled up. They moved their hand to pet the back of his head, slowly working their way down his body and before he knew what was happening-

“Eep!” Bender twitched away from Lucy and his back arched off the bed when they moved their digits along his back. They retracted their hand and giggled to themself before swinging a leg over his torso to sit on his tummy.

“Where are you most sensitive?”

Bender halted and was stuck like that for a few moments. The question was so abrupt and seemingly straightforward and innocuous but Bender was not used to being that vulnerable and admitting something so private. He stuttered out a few unconnected syllables before he could get his words out. They just sat there patiently with their eyes half-lidded, a sly look plastered on their face. “Mmmmmmy…my underarms-s,” He squeaked out, visibly shivering now. 

Lucy leaned up and kissed Bender’s forehead - deliberately close to a very sensitive area, which Bender let out a high-pitched noise in response to. “Thank you, baby…” They brought their hands to his armpits and rubbed gentle circles over the area, and he was already cracking a smile, eyes squeezed shut. They slowly upped the pace - he was clearly trying to move against their touch but wasn’t able to get very far - and he laughed, low and beautiful, and Lucy could’ve sworn their processors stopped for a second. With newfound determination, they moved their digits quicker and more deliberately, and Bender’s laugh raised a few octaves, static now starting to set in. Lucy was taken aback slightly. It’s doing that much to him? I wonder if I could… They smirked and leaned forward, kissing Bender on his mouthplate again, before pulling back with a mischievous grin plastered on their face.

“Wha-hah-are you-ha-ah-dddoin-AH!”

What that ‘AH!’ was in response to was Lucy turning their digits on freaking vibrate mode. He broke out into a fit of wild laughter, the vibrating metal sending reverberations all over his body. He was shaking relentlessly, the amount of stimuli overwhelming him. Lucy got close to his face, staring him in the optics he could barely see out of, and gave him a lazy smile. “Wanna see somethin’ cool?”

Bender just moaned at that, unable to string together words anymore, and they thankfully took that as a suitable answer as they retracted their right hand and brought it up to the top of his head. 

…Oh lord, the moment those vibrating digits touched his antenna Bender died and went to robot heaven for a split second. His mouthplate and optics started to glitch and stutter, unable to keep up with the amount of electricity flooding his systems. He managed to get out a “I-I’m-haah-“ before he was cut off by a wave of static-laced moans and animatronic noises. Lucy understood. They put one digit on the tip of his antenna and a robotic screech made its way out of Bender, his body heating up almost instantly and sparks flying out of the creases in his chassis. He couldn’t stop shivering and Lucy retracted their hands, not feeling the need to overstimulate him - this time, at least. After a few moments he slowed, his visor closing while he fell limp on the bed.

…

Bender yawned as his systems finished starting up. The first thing he noticed is that Lucy was now curled up under the blankets, cuddling him. The second thing he noticed was that he now had access to his limbs, the events of the past hour or so coming back to him. Short puffs of steam came from his neck involuntarily.

“Told ya it was cool.” Chirped Lucy, noticing he was awake.

“…It was aight.” Bender put his hands behind his head coolly. 

“Oh please,” Lucy scoffed. “I’ve never heard your voice module bug out that much. You sounded like those old dial-up modems from the stupid ages.”

“FINE, fine, you got me…” Bender relented, looking away. He slithered an arm around Lucy, holding them close. “It was pretty fuckin’ incredible, babe.”

“And so fun! We need to do that again sometime…” 

“Sometime,” Bender turned over to lay on his side, facing Lucy. “That time is not now though. I’m bushed.” 

“Fair enough,” They shrugged before wrapping their arms around Bender’s torso. Under their breath, they mumbled out “I jus’ like being with you, anyways…” 

Bender barely caught that. “Stop sayin’ sweet stuff. You’re gonna gunk up my circuits…” He put another arm around Lucy so he was properly hugging them. “But, uh, for real. I really like you…”

“Aww,” Lucy smiled at him. “I really love you.”

“You know that’s too much for me,” 

“Yeah. But I know that’s what you mean.” 

“…Dork.”

“You’re quiet ‘cause you know I’m right.”

“Whatever.”

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Notes:

This was initially a reworking of an old fic I orphaned but it kinda morphed into it’s own thing. Still, I hope it’s better than that other one, if you remember it :P

[zoidriguez]

hey its the person who 1st requested bender (yes i know my sins and i will continue to commit them) could u do bender admitting to his human fetish and getting hit w/ feeling for his human fwb 👀

It must be the soft way you laugh that has his chest feeling all sorts of funny, like he might vomit up butterflies. It wouldn't be the first time, but Bender has a feeling these aren't real butterflies. He ducks his head and takes a deep inhale of his cigar, side-eyeing you still naked after a friendly quickie. Not like you notice, too busy watching whatever dumb thing you found on your phone, tilting it so he can get a good look too.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. You're a nice fuck, sure, but this is a feeling Bender knows all too well. It's the dumbest feeling in the entire Universe and if he could stomp it to death he would. Your soft skin presses into his shoulder joint and Bender's systems do a funny like hop of static, focusing in on the area where his metal meets delicate flesh.

That soft, fuzzy feeling bubbles in his chest and settles in his 'belly', like an old song from childhood. He could memorize every pitch and stutter, every little quick inhale, the way your chest rises and falls with it. Bender doesn't remember it feeling this... Safe. He has never remembered this feeling being so safe. If he laid himself open to you, his most vulnerable parts exposed, maybe he would be okay with that. Maybe you would be tender with him. Understanding.

Love makes itself a nice little home in his systems, overwhelming his usual nature. Maybe this time won't be so bad.

[zoidriguez]

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[zoidriguez]

Falling Apart Under Your Fingertips

Pairing: Philip J. Fry/Bender Rodríguez

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3,970

A03 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52151683

Summary + Text under the cut.

Summary: "Bender felt...different.

As his systems came online, he noticed a ping from his OS that-

>An unidentified program has been launched. Check your task manager.

He definitely didn't authorize that - and his firewall was on, after all. As the rest of his body woke up, what the program was doing soon became very apparent."

Bender goes into the robot version of a heat, and has to show Fry how to help him deal with it. This is shameless frender smut.

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Note: This is so very, truly, unabashedly horny.

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Bender felt…different.

As his systems came online, he noticed a ping from his OS that-

>An unidentified program has been launched. Check your task manager.

He definitely didn’t authorize that - and his firewall was on, after all. As the rest of his body woke up, what the program was doing soon became very apparent.

Fry rose up from his bed, slowly, eyes trying to adjust to the light beaming in from the large window across from his bed, illuminating the minuscule particles dusted throughout the air. He looked over to the bed opposite him to see if Bender was awake, as he always did; except, something was off. Bender was trembling, he - and robots in general, for that matter - tended not to do that. Hm.

“Bender?” Fry asked, voice still thick with exhaustion. He rubbed his eyes to make the tired go away. “You good?”

“Y-yep!” Bender shot back, still facing away from Fry and shaking tremendously. He shooed him off, waving a hand to his general direction in dismissal. “Jus’ cold.”

Fry hummed in consideration. Despite his idiocy, he’d known Bender long enough to know when he was bluffing. He stretched, got out of bed - cringing when his feet hit the cold floor - and walked over to Bender’s side of the room. “You sure? You-“ Fry put a hand on Bender’s arm, the way his voice hitched a few octaves not going unnoticed. Fry got out a noise of confusion before- “Thanksforcheckin’inbudbutIthinkI’msickorsomethin’bye!”

In one swift movement, Bender had kicked Fry out of their room. Rude. He huffed and pounded on the door. “Bender! My clothes are in there!”. It creaked open a couple inches and Bender extended his arm out, handing him his clothes in a messy fistful. “Thanks, I guess…” he muttered. As he zipped up his pants, his annoyance at his roommate was replaced with worry. Fry knew Bender, and Bender was not acting like himself. The insistence on being alone was completely unlike him, and he grew to wonder if he’d installed another weird virus or something. Fry groaned to himself, a headache quickly developing. He sat on the couch and finagled his shoes on. “I’m goin’ out.” He shouted back, not waiting for a response and locking the door behind him.

Fry doesn’t consider himself a good thinker. But he believes his best work is done when he’s walking. He zipped his jacket up while he walked out of Robot Arms Apts., the bitter chill hitting him in a harsh wave. He almost would have reconsidered his stance that Bender wasn’t ‘just cold’ if it weren’t for his additional strange behavior. He headed downtown, his steps making a light but pleasant crunch sound in the thin layer of snow that decorated the sidewalk. Combing his fingers through his hair, he tried to will his headache away. Maybe I should have taken an aspirin before I left. The thrum of passing cars and passerby’s provided a nice ambience to straighten his thoughts. He knew Bender had a tendency to switch moods on a dime and have the occasional bout of weirdness; Bender’s just chaotic like that. But, normally, his motivations were extremely obvious - usually a plea for attention. But what about when it’s the opposite? He closed his eyes and tilted his head down, lost in thought and trying to ignore the ever increasing presence of his headache. He didn’t know what to think, or if it was even worth getting worked up over. For all he knew, Bender could just be calculating his next heist or somethi-

“Ow! Crud!” Fry yelped. He had bumped his head on a streetlight and staggered to the ground. That certainly wasn’t gonna help with what was now bordering on a migraine. He groaned and tried to set himself upright, slightly disoriented. The hit had pulled him out of his thoughts and he could now recognize a faint but familiar voice nearby. He twisted his head around to its source and spotted a news broadcast playing on the window TV’s of a nearby electronics store.

“Breaking - Beloved manufacturer and capitalist Mom responds to reports of strange behavior from the company's robots. Linda?”

She glanced at Morbo and gave her trademark laugh before turning to face the camera. “Indeed. Ever since 6:00 AM, reports have been coming in from MOM customers with claims that their robots are displaying symptoms such as higher body temperatures, loud fans, unusual noises, sensitivity to touch, and, surprisingly - high libido.” A cartoonish image of a flustered-looking robot was shown in the corner of the screen. “Just now, at 11:32 PM, a statement has been released by the head of the MOM corporation, Mom, regarding the issue.”

The video switched to Mom in a woodsy cottage setting, a golden retriever on her lap and an innocent smile on her face. “We’re aware of an eensy weensy little bug in our robots.” She touched her index finger to her thumb. “We’re working on fixing the problem. For now, just wait it out and your robot should be back to normal.” She gave a sweet look to the camera.

Fry frowned, all too used to her scheming and managing to avoid controversy. It made him uncomfortable how much she had the general public wrapped around her finger. Something was off and he could tell. The feed switched back to Morbo and Linda.

“There have been rumors that, due to the notable shortage of robots close to the holiday season, the company was activating a program to encourage procreation among units. When asked for comment, the corporation threatened us, and questioning was dropped.”

“Mom hurt Morbo’s feelings!” Morbo sobbed into his hands and Linda comforted him while maintaining her dead-eyed smile.

“Up next, sports!”

Fry’s mouth was ajar and he stared at the TV’s blankly for a few more seconds, whatever the two broadcasters were saying going through one ear straight out the other. His face was bright red. So that’s what’s going on? He staggered to his feet - he hadn’t realized he was still on the ground this whole time, and he’s pretty sure a passerby had called him a hobo - and leaned up against the previously-offending pole, wrapping his hands around it to balance himself. His headache still hasn’t gone away, but it lessened to an annoying but manageable background thump. Suddenly, his EyePhone rang, the display showing Bender’s contact photo. Fry tried to gather himself, it’s gonna feel weird talking to Bender knowing something so personal about him. Biting his lip, he answered the call.

“Fry,” Fry couldn’t ever recall Bender sounding so breathless.

“I know what’s going on,” Fry blurted out.

“I…I-'' Bender struggled to string his words together. Even through crummy phone audio Fry could hear his normally slow, ambient ticks accelerate. It was an agonizing few seconds before his voicebox managed to catch up. “Come back to the apartment,” He abruptly hung up, Fry’s phone making a short beeping noise to indicate as such.

Fry didn’t hesitate to start on his way back, but he gnawed at his fingernails, not knowing what to expect. Bender is the definition of unpredictability, and his vague message left Fry feeling anxious but eager. His walking slowly sped up into a speed-walk, until he was basically running, silently cursing himself for walking so far.

He got back as quickly as he could, fumbling with his keys before unlocking the door to their apartment. Creaking open the door, he called out. “Bender?”

“In here,” Bender mumbled from their room. His voice lacked his usual confidence and bravado. Once Fry reached the doorway, Bender cracked open the door a few inches, his face only slightly visible through the opening. He was silent for a few moments, avoiding Fry’s gaze, before speaking up, his demeanor shaky and awkward. “H-hey sweetcheeks, ya come here often?”

Not knowing how to respond to that, Fry tilted his head, pushed open the door some more - Bender moving to the side and holding onto the door like he was about to fall over - and entered their room. A pungent fruity scent immediately made itself known, seemingly coming from Bender’s bed, which was now covered in a towel that was soaked with artificial lubricant. Fry glanced at Bender, eyebrow raised. He just looked to the side, avoiding his eyes. Fry was dense, but, even he could see where this was headed. He had a newfound clarity since his headache had left. He sat at the edge of Bender’s bed, careful to avoid the towel. “You really want me doin’ this?”

“You don’t hafta if you don’t wanna-“

“It’s not that,” Fry quickly corrected. He rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s just - I dunno. Don’t you have better options?”

Bender shut the door and walked over to stand in front of him. “I can’t let anyone see me like this…I’ve got a reputation to uphold!” He crossed his arms and thin wisps of steam puffed out of the crease of his chest cabinet. “‘Sides, I tried to handle it myself, but it didn’t really…work out…” He added that last part under his breath, his brazen attitude disappearing from his voice.

That would explain the wet towel. Fry thought about it, and it all certainly seemed to add up. Yeah, he was just helping out his buddy in a tough situation. “I’ll do it. Just…don’t make this a gay thing.”

Bender breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to the bed. “This ain’t a gay thing. I’m not some robosexual.” He flipped the towel over to the dry side, not caring for the fact that the lubricant was now on the bed and thus negating the need for it. Fry turned around and Bender was opposite him, sitting on his knees.

“So…” Fry started, twiddling his thumbs nervously. “How do I do this?”

Bender scooted closer and opened his chest compartment. “Fondle around in here. Feels nice.”

He raised his hands before stopping suddenly. “Uh,” Beads of sweat were already painted on his forehead. He gave Bender a nervous smile. “Where exactly? I don’t wanna break you…”

Bender made a strangled noise. He forgot how destructive an unaware Fry can be, how delicate his own circuitry was, and that the average human didn’t exactly know how to pleasure a manbot like himself. Maybe he’d gotten himself in too deep, but it wasn’t like he had any other options. His surface prickled with a small static discharge, and he squirmed in place, his oversensitive nerves wreaking havoc on his libido. “Mmf,” It felt like something was jammed in his voicebox. A cloud of steam puffed from his neck. He really didn’t want to specify where he wanted his best friend to touch him. This whole thing was weird enough, and he didn’t want it to be any more humiliating than it already was. To compromise, he simply grabbed his wrist and guided it inside his chest compartment, stopping a few inches away from a bundle of wires. “He-eeeeeere,” He leaned forward to rest on his shoulder, suddenly weak when Fry eagerly grabbed all of them, rubbing the mass of electricity in between his thumb and index finger. He let his arms fall to the bed and a low moan rumbled from his voicebox, his human working his magic on his mechanics. “Fffuck,” Fry held onto his back with his other hand.

“Shh, I’ve gotcha,” Fry combed his fingers through each wire in the bundle and Bender was having trouble keeping his voice down. He knows he shouldn’t be worrying about it in a situation like this, and he doesn’t know why he values Fry’s opinion so much in this regard, but he does not want to finish early, for the sake of whatever masculinity he had left. He grabbed Fry’s arm out and moved his torso away, breathing heavily. He could feel Fry’s confused stare boring through him, and he held up a digit for a few moments while he caught his breath.

“Too…much…” He wheezed out, his voice already laced with static. Fry had a knowing look on his face and Bender looked away, wisps pouring from his chest compartment. Since when is he such a smartass? Fry’s presence certainly wasn’t making holding back easier, his chassis had only seemed to run hotter, and before he had the time to analyze that, he felt chubby fingers hold a circular plug near the top left of his body and he jolted like he’d been shot, an embarrassingly high-pitched moan escaping him. His torso pushed forward, his body abandoning him and seeking more stimulation, and he held onto Fry’s back for dear life. “Fuck! G-god, Fry, slow down-own-own-” He twisted the plug around in its socket, sparks flying from the small space in between, and Bender’s body jolted stiffly, his voicebox producing a series of indecipherable moans. Fry pulled his hand back sharply, Bender’s body getting much too hot to stay in. Bender shook for a few moments before falling backwards. He held himself up on his elbows, fighting his own shutdown protocol. His fans were impossibly loud, but managed to slowly cool his body down. Bender sat up. I just fucked my best friend.

Bender stopped. Something about that didn’t sound right.

Best friend.

Boyfriend?

He realized in horror that, at some point, he had caught feelings for this dumbass. He really wanted to believe that this program was influencing these feelings, he really did, but he knew in the back of his mind he’d felt this way for a long time. His ‘problem’ had only bubbled this up to the surface. The lines had been blurred between being platonic and romantic for a while. It really wouldn’t be surprising if someone mistook them for a couple.

But why was he so afraid to call it that himself?

He was silent for a few moments. He was gonna regret this later.

“Fry, you’re really not gonna like what I’m about to do,” Here goes nothing.

Fry tilted his head. “What?”

At least I can blame it on the program. “Make this gay.” Bender grabbed Fry’s shoulders and human lips met a robot mouthplate as static melted between the two. Fry sat in place for a few seconds before wrapping his hands around Bender’s head. He…really didn’t hate this as much as he thought he would. He rolled his tongue along Bender’s grill, the static tickling his throat nicely. He pulled back to catch his breath.

“I…I think I like this being gay,” He mumbled out awkwardly. He froze in place when he noticed a bit of lubricant leaking from the crease where Bender’s ass met his torso.

Bender shuffled away, a barely audible “sorry” being muttered while he shoved his hands in between his legs. Fry stared at him for a few moments.

Fry often struggled with words and which ones to say in what order to properly convey how he felt. He really wanted Bender, really did love him, and it became clear how he could show him that. He got up - Bender’s optics closely following him - and sat on another part of the bed, upright near the headboard. He lifted his hands up and signaled Bender to follow. Bender nearly sat on his lap, his ass just a few inches above a prominent bulge in Fry’s pants which he just now noticed. One of Fry’s hands held Bender’s hip while the other reached to open the door to his chest compartment. He was hoping he would touch his wires again, but he pulled out a screwdriver he only kept in there for emergencies. He made a noise of confusion but then Fry brought his head down and thumbed around the outer edge of Bender’s assplate, unscrewing each screw one by one. Bender’s face flushed and his steaming was getting worse again. He looked away; he felt like such a slut, even by his standards.

“Since when did you know this stuff?”

“I may have seen some videos,” He admitted, smiling up at him and a light blush spread over his features. Bender felt a pang to his masculinity again at how much more under control Fry was compared to himself. When the last screw was undone, Fry gently placed them and the screwdriver on the nightstand, before fully focusing his attention on Bender. He peeled off his assplate; Bender cringed at how much lubricant he had produced already. He was lucky he was waterproof. Fry set it off to the side and brought a hand to Bender’s hip again, his other hand moving between Bender’s legs. He rubbed at the outside of his exhaust pipe and Bender sighed at the contact, the pressure there relieving itself now that he was feeling touches at the right places. Fry briefly pulled away and Bender whined at the lack of stimulation, but then he slowly inched his finger in and Bender breathed shallowly, keening against the intrusion.

“It doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“F-f-feels amazing-ing,” Bender cringed at the sound of his voice, hyperaware of how broken he was becoming. His silicon walls clenched around Fry’s finger, and he pulled it out. Bender threw his head back. “Ple-ple-please,” He grumbled, his legs shaking. Fry hushed him, rubbing his thigh soothingly.

“Just gimme a sec, baby,” He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. He was sporting a half-chub already, but he was getting harder by the second. He held onto Bender’s side and lined himself up with his hole, throbbing at the feeling of his heat.

Fry hesitated for a second before he heard a whimper and, looking up, he saw Bender’s pupils had become pixel hearts. Feeling a little guilty for teasing him, he peppered kisses all over his head and face while he pushed into his exhaust pipe. Bender was holding onto Fry’s shoulders hard enough to leave bruises. “Let go a little, sweetie,” He patted at the robotic arms tethered to him and he felt them weaken a little under his hand. He knew Bender never - well, usually never - meant to hurt him, he tended to forget his own strength, and how delicate humans are. He’d finally bottomed out, reaching the hilt, and he could hear how loud Bender’s fans were running now, with their bodies so close to each other. Fry didn’t realize how warm Bender was, the slick silicon engulfing him nicely. Wanting nothing more than to please him, and to help stretch him a little quicker, he reached up and got a hold on the base of his antenna. Bender felt something throb inside of him and he cried out, so much positive stimuli at different parts of his anatomy. His walls squeezed around the cock inside of him and Fry left butterfly kisses at his chest while he pulled back before slamming into him. Any semblance of speech Bender was going to try and manage was dashed the moment he started moving, robotic warbles and buzzes overtaking his voice module. He hugged Fry and buried his face in his shoulder, too mortified to be under his gaze right now; he was thankful he let him. The fruity scent of artificial lubricant was intoxicating, and Fry was determined to get more of it. He thrust into him more aggressively, the hum of overworked electronics only getting louder as Bender got closer to the edge. He attempted to move his body to meet Fry’s thrusts but was barely able due to overstimulation.

“Need-need, you, I…ah…” He was barely able to string words together, thoughts blurring together in a pleasant fuzz. Fry moved his hand up to rub the ball at the end of his antenna between his fingers and now he was welling up, so much feeling at once making him unable to keep his composure. Fry used his other hand to trace circles into his back.

“Close?” He heard him breathe out. He made a noise of confirmation. “Me too, Bender…” The use of his name only brought him closer, and he hit his breaking point when he felt a smack on his shiny metal ass. Fry was fucking spanking him?! A surprised noise worked its way out of his voicebox and he thrust his hips forward, his torso going rigid and his limbs shaking violently; he found himself involuntarily contracting around Fry’s cock inside of him, over and over again. A hefty amount of steam was escaping him, only made worse when he heard Fry’s stifled moans against his chassis and his dick throbbing inside of him, load after load spilling into his exhaust pipe. He squeezed his eyes shut, his visual module glitching out too much to properly see anything anyways. Fry’s fingertips were over his back as he felt his systems go offline, unable to fight his shutdown protocol anymore, and everything went black.

>Startup successful. All systems operational for: Bender Bending Rodríguez.

Bender’s visor lifted and he held his head, groaning. He felt like he got run over, like whats-his-face that Fry had hit that one time. How long has it been? It was dark out now, which wasn’t the cast before he went offline; why did he go offline again? It all came back to him in bits and pieces, and while he was utterly mortified at what had happened, it wasn’t all bad; at the very least, he got his feelings for Fry out. Speaking of, he swiveled his head around their room, spotting him sitting on the edge of his bed, nowhere close to Bender. Fry noticed Bender noticing him, and he looked down, twiddling his thumbs awkwardly.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I got hit with a lead pipe.” He sat up, using his hands to support himself. “I don’t feel…like that anymore, though. Must’ve hit their quota.” He pulled a cigar out of his chest compartment, lit it with his thumb, and grabbed a beer that was set on the nightstand - Bender guesses that Fry set that there for him, which was uncharacteristically gentleman-like. “C’mere, babe. I wanna cuddle.” It’s the least you can do after fucking my brains out, Bender silently added in his head. Fry jumped. He seemed genuinely surprised.

“Huh?”

Bender stopped, looking directly at Fry now. “Whaddya mean ‘huh’?”

“I mean,” He swung his legs a little. He knew he was gonna have this conversation the moment Bender woke up, but any amount of preparation didn’t make this any easier. “I figured…it was the program, or something.”

Either Fry’s post-nut clarity hit him with the force of a runaway freight train or he really was that stupid. Bender groaned, his own excuse for plausible deniability backfiring on him and forcing him to share his own stupid dumb feelings without a wall to mask them behind. “I…lllove you, dumbass. Program had nothin’ to do with it.” He looked away, taking a drag of his cigar. He heard a faint titter from Fry’s side of the room that devolved into a giggle, and Bender looked over, offended. “What’s so funny?”

“N-Nothing! I just,” Fry coughed into his hand to compose himself. “I’m happy, and, and excited…” He smiled and walked over to Bender’s bed. He scooted himself under the covers and put his arms around Bender’s torso. “I really like you, Bender…” He said under his breath. Thankfully, Bender heard him, tangling his fingers in orange hair and massaging his scalp. He melted into his touch. Before, Bender would have made a joke about how easily the human body was manipulated, but after today, he felt like he didn’t have much room to speak on that. His body warmed up and Fry sank into his body, Bender being a good source of heat against the winter chill.

“I really like you too, meatbag.”

[zoidriguez]

robot oneshot, as requested VwV

The lab was dark, save for the dim neon light filtering in through the curtains and a singular work lamp in the corner of the room. Every few minutes, a train passed overhead, making the ceiling groan with the weight, but it was otherwise quiet. The lab's only two occupants sat without speaking, one in maintenance mode on a table and the other wearing thick, elbow-length rubber gloves and wielding a variety of delicate tools.

The Mechanic worked diligently and in near silence, save for softly humming a tune and occasionally blowing their hair out of their face while they worked on SN-0407-67. The only sounds coming from 67 were the hum of its fans and the occasional buzz of a wire being put in the wrong place, quickly corrected by the Mechanic.

After about half an hour, the Mechanic said, in a voice rough with disuse, "Exit maintenance mode," and a line of small lights blinked to life on the back of 67's neck. Its shutters flicked open and it turned its head right around to face the Mechanic.

"Is there a problem?" it buzzed.

"Well, I don't wanna catastrophize, but I'm lookin' through your lower back complex and I'm seein' some stuff that looks an awful lot like buzz bug eggs. Can you run a diagnostics check for me real quick?"

"Affirmative." In a blink of its shutters, it received data from all of its main systems and most of its secondary and tertiary programs and responded.

"Small loop errors in primary memory arrays. Minimal damage to recursive power wiring. Buzz bugs may be a possibility. Suggestion: analyze sample of offending material."

"Will do. Wanna go back to sleep?"

"Negative. We are almost done, correct?"

"If this don't turn out to be an infestation, yeah. What's got you so eager to leave?"

"Nothing. I simply do not enjoy being in maintenance mode for extended periods of time."

"Oh? Why's that?"

67 turned back around and allowed the Mechanic to pry open its back panel and delicately reach through its wiring with a pair of tweezers.

"I dislike being unaware of my surroundings for so long. It is against my purpose."

"It's necessary though, ain't it?"

"As is sleeping. But you are avoiding that now."

"Fair 'nuff."

The silence returned for a few minutes. The Mechanic extricated some pieces of material from 67's wiring and the gaps in their chassis while it sat perfectly still and nearly silent.

Abruptly, a small yellow light on their shoulder lit up and they said, "Your heart rate and breathing have increased."

"Huh?"

"Are you in distress? Is the infestation worse than you expected?"

"Oh, no, nothin' like that. If this is buzz bugs, we caught 'em real early. I could probably get all of this outta you before dawn."

"That is good."

They continued without speaking for a few moments more, the yellow light still turning on and off rhythmically, before 67 spoke up again.

"Your heart rate has not decreased."

"And I suppose I can't ask you to ignore that?"

"Negative. It is against my purpose."

"Right. First aid robot."

The Mechanic pursed their lips and tried to continue their work, but 67 kept talking.

"You hands are shaking slightly. Allow me to check your blood sugar content."

Before the Mechanic could respond, 67 had already completed the check.

"Blood sugar content within healthy range. Brain scan indicates higher than normal levels of oxytocin. Heart rate and breathing rate are increased, but have plateaued."

"Can't keep anythin' secret from you, huh?"

"Negative. You have poor control over your responses to emotion."

"Well, can't say I didn't try."

"Correct. You are still avoiding telling me the reason for your heightened emotional state."

"Would it hurt so bad to let this one go unmentioned?"

"A key to maintaining healthy relationships is communication between constituents. I am curious why you are acting differently."

"It's... complicated. It's a human thing."

"Mechanic, "human things" are my area of expertise. I will understand whatever you tell me."

"I just..." They sighed, but set their tweezers aside and brushed their fingers along a piece of 67's circuitry. "Can you feel this? When I'm workin' on you?"

"To an extent, yes."

"And does it... hurt?"

"Not unless something is damaged. It feels almost the same as when my exterior is touched."

"Almost?"

"There is a level of... trust involved. I trust that you will not break me, you trust that I will not close myself or shock you to injure you."

"When I do this..." the Mechanic traced the column of 67's spine with their index finger, "what is that like?"

"I fail to see why you are asking me again. Did I not just explain it?"

"I know, I know, just.. tell me what you feel me doin'."

"Alright."

A moment's pause.

"I feel you touching the outer shell of my spine. It holds much of my central processing power, which is why it's covered by thick metal plating. But I know you will not try to damage it."

"And now?"

"Now you're moving towards my power cell. It's a very powerful battery, and very fragile. But you will not damage it."

"Now?"

"You're reaching up through my chest cavity towards my transform arrays. This is where most of my proprioceptive senses are processed. It's also highly sensitive to touch. But you will not damage it."

The Mechanic let out a shaky sigh. The blinking yellow light on 67's shoulder began flashing more quickly. They noticed it was in time with their heartbeat.

"Your breathing and heart rate have increased steadily. Is there something you aren't telling me?"

They abruptly pulled their hand out of 67's back and stammered an apology.

"Sorry, I'm - sorry, that - that was kinda weird. I shouldn'ta -"

"It was not unpleasant."

Their words ground to a halt and they stared at the back of 67's head.

"You... motherfucker, you knew this whole time, didn't you?"

67 made a beep that sounded like a laugh.

"Negative. I only realized when I scanned you."

The Mechanic leaned their head against 67's shoulder with a clunk.

"And I couldn't get you to delete this whole interaction from your memories?"

"Negative."

The Mechanic sighed again and leaned back, rubbing their temples.

"Well, that's about it for your checkup anyways. We should probably get goin'."

"Mechanic, I would not refuse if you wanted to take this further."

The Mechanic froze. "Whuh?"

"I do not have the capacity to feel it the same way you do. But I understand it would be enjoyable for you. My purpose, after all, is to ease suffering."

"Wh - but - I - I'm not sufferin' about it, I just -"

"Mechanic."

67 rose and walked around the table, standing very close to the Mechanic and resting a careful hand on their hip. They swallowed thickly.

"We are the only ones in here. We have time."

The Mechanic let out a nervous, breathy chuckle. They raised a hand to 67's face plate and brushed their thumb along it.

"You're amazin', you know that? Just... incredible."

"I know," 67 replied, a playful lilt in its voice. "Tell me if you want me to stop at any point."

"Alright."

67 stepped even closer so that one of its legs was between both of the Mechanic's and they had to lean back against the table. One of their hands rested on 67's shoulder and the other settled on its hip.

67 hooked a thumb over the Mechanic's waistband and tugged down. Its other hand worked its way up their shirt and cupped their chest. It leaned its head down and bonked it gently on the top of theirs.

"Was that supposed to be a kiss?"

"Affirmative."

"You're such a dork."

67 hummed. Its movements remained smooth and steady, but the Mechanic distinctly heard its cooling fans pick up when it tugged their underwear aside.

"Could it be you're enjoyin' this too, 67?" they purred, lifting the hand that was on its shoulder to the back of its head, where they brushed over some of the exposed wires there. Its lower shutter twitched upwards.

"You do look... very nice. Under me like this."

"Mmm. Kinky." They spread their legs further and gasped when 67's searching hands found their bare skin.

"Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah. It's just been a while. Go slow."

"Understood."

Gently, 67 started working its hand, and the Mechanic let out a quiet groan. They rolled their hips into 67's touch, grip tightening on its neck and making its shutter twitch again.

"Is - fuck - is that hurtin' you?" they asked.

"Negative."

"Want me to - to stop?"

"Nnegative."

At the stalling of 67's voice, the Mechanic raised an eyebrow. "Is it gettin' you off or s-something?

"N N N N - Unsure. My proproprocessor has encountered an error."

Experimentally, the Mechanic chose a wire and tugged on it - not enough to break it, but with enough force to pull it partially out of line. 67 jolted forward, making a buzzing sound the Mechanic had never heard before, and its hand dug harshly into their flesh, making them gasp.

"Arrre you alright?" it asked, stopping all motion. The Mechanic whined and pushed against its hand.

"Don't stop," they pleaded.

"One moment. I nnneed to check -"

The Mechanic tugged on the same wire again, creating the same reaction, and sighed with satisfaction.

"Memememechanic," 67 scolded, though the effect was somewhat lost due to the skipping in its voice.

"Keep goin'. I didn't tell you to stop."

"Make me."

The defiance caught the Mechanic off guard, but only for a moment. They glared up at 67.

"Y'know, you're real disobedient for a robot," they growled, finding a different wire and wrapping it around their finger. 67's shutters closed completely this time, its entire body jerking randomly for a moment before the Mechanic let the wire go again. "I thought you were s'posed to follow directions?"

"Youyouyou haven't said the magic word yet," 67 replied, though their hand had begun to move again.

"Make me cum, 67. That's an order."

"Affirmativvve."

The Mechanic cried out at the dizzying pace 67 suddenly set, hips rocking helplessly into its touch. Its name flowed from their lips like a hymn. 67 bore down on them, chest pressed to theirs, free hand supporting their back so they didn't fall.

"Yesyesyesyes, just like that, yes -!"

With a drawn-out moan, the Mechanic came hard, slumping back so that 67 had to adjust its hold on them, completely at its mercy as it kept up the harsh pace of its hand. It slowed to a stop the moment the feeling became too much and their groans of pleasure turned into whimpers.

The pair stayed like that for a moment, the Mechanic struggling to catch their breath and clinging to 67, whose fans were still going at top speed. It stared adoringly down at them, privately recording a short clip to replay later.

"Holy shit," the Mechanic finally breathed, pushing themself upward off of 67's arm. "That was... wow."

"I trust you enjoyed yourself?"

"Yeah. Jesus Christ. Are you... can I - is there anythin' I can do for you?"

"Negative. No part of me can experience anything close to sexual arousal, but I appreciate the consideration."

"So, just outta curiosity, what were the wires doin' to ya?"

That gave 67 pause.

"I'm... unsure. It's not a sensation I've ever felt before."

"Was it bad?"

"Negative. It was... novel. I'm not sure what to make of it."

"So what... would it be okay if I did it again?"

Another pause.

"...Affirmative. Please be careful."

"You know careful's my middle name."

The Mechanic lifted both of their hands and rested them on 67's neck. One slid its fingers over the exposed wires, still slightly out of place, making 67 beep and twitch.

"Why don't you try tellin' me what you feel?" they purred, finding a wire and winding it around their finger. 67 took a moment to respond, its voicebox making nonsense sounds before it could gather it to something intelligible.

"I I I I feel... dizzzzy? I think that wiwiwire has a role in proprioceptive data transfer. It's hard to to to to rrrecall at the moment."

"Mmm. And what about now?" the Mechanic asked, parting the wires and reaching deeper into 67's neck. They felt their finger make contact with cool metal, and 67 made a long, low tone until they lifted it.

"My my my my my centrrrral spinal casinnnnng. It's very sensensensitive to touch, which is is is why it's underrrrneath everything ellllse."

"You're startin' to sound pretty rough, 67."

"Hard to to to prrrocess speech at the momoment. Unsure how to parrrrse sensory dadadadata."

"Still don't want me to stop?"

"Affirrrmative. Want you you you touch furrrrther in me."

"Fuck, that's hot."

The Mechanic moved upward this time, under the plating on the back of 67's head with a muttered "keep your head down." 67's head briefly dropped limply downward, chin hitting its chest with a dull thunk, before the Mechanic hastily removed their hand and it looked back up at them.

"Why did you you stop?"

"That wasn't bad?"

"Negative. Want morrre."

"Oh, I see how it is." They resumed their probing, 67's head falling again, its voice struggling to express exactly what it was feeling.

"Hannnds in my in me touch ch ch ch mind feel I feel your hands," it managed, and the Mechanic bit their lip, looking up at it with adoration in their eyes.

"God, you sound fuckin' wrecked. I wish I knew I could do this to you sooner," they confessed. 67's optic flickered.

"Want want hands want touch morrre so so so much so want want want wannnnnnt -"

Abruptly, its voice dropped so low it was almost a buzz, its optic blinking out, hands in a vise grip on the Mechanic's hips while the lights on its body turned off all at once. Its fans continued on high for a moment more before they lowered to a more normal level and a noise like a dial-up played.

"Shit."

The Mechanic waited nervously while 67 rebooted, slowly releasing their hips before its optic blinked back to life, immediately zeroing in on them.

"Are you okay? Did I touch something I shouldn't've?"

"Negative. I am still processing. Please give me a moment."

After a second or two, 67 spoke again.

"Last sensation recorded before shutdown: foreign object inside cranial casing. Pressure applied to central tactile nerve. Systems overwhelmed." It blinked. "No memory lost. I am in no pain."

"So that tactile nerve thing -"

"I felt... everything. It's hard to explain."

"I think I get it. Don't worry."

"It was... good. I felt good. I would like to do this again sometime."

"Is right now a good sometime? 'Cause that was fuckin' hot."

67's optic widened slightly, disbelief creeping into its voice.

"Causing a temporary shutdown... made you aroused again?"

"It was more like making you get there. But yeah."

"Interesting. In that case..."

67 opened the maintenance panel on its chest, exposing a crisscrossing maze of wires and circuits to the Mechanic, who practically drooled.

"Help yourself to me."

[zoidriguez]

(not) sorry for being predictable but i really love the idea of a robot that's really verbose/eloquent starting to mix up words and lose track of what they're saying as you pry them open and play with their insides. especially if their voice box/synthesizer/etc starts bugging out or straight up shuts off and all they can do is buzz or beep or hum at you. that's the shit right there

[zoidriguez]

lightly dragging your fingers down the metallic skin of your robot and smiling when the small zaps of static electricity make them involuntarily twitch

[zoidriguez]

A Little Pent Up

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1,587

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51419053

Summary: Axel and Autumn get stoned and shenanigans ensue.

Text under the cut

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Note:

Axel and Autumn’s ref sheets are here

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“Hey, ya still with me?” He slowly tilted his head up to look at the voice’s source, Autumn’s face cutting through the blurriness with surprising clarity. He simply gave a thumbs up, finding his head much too heavy at the moment to nod or move it at all. She hummed, pursing her lips in thought, before attempting to sit up. Long arms wrapped around her midsection and a prolonged whine came out of the body they were attached to. She stalled in surprise - not used to hearing much noise from him - before gently pushing at his shoulders. “Relax, I’ll be back in a sec, crybaby. I’m gettin’ you some water because I think you took a bit too much.”

He loosened his arms - allowing her to sit up fully - and leaned back to face her, wobbling a bit while he adjusted to his sudden change in position. He shakily lifted a finger as he held his head with his other hand. He roughly tore a page from the small notebook next to him and scribbled something down on it before handing it to her. She squinted in confusion, his handwriting much more shaky and messy than usual. A few moments later a soft ‘oh’ escaped her lips. “ ‘We both took the same amount?’ “ She parroted back, and he gave a slight nod. It took an additional few moments to understand what he meant by that, but it clicked when he weakly pointed to her and himself. “Ohh, you’re wonderin’ why I’m not as high as you are.” He gave a thumbs up. “Well, ‘cuz I have a higher tolerance, duh. And I know how to handle it better.” She crumpled up the small paper into a ball and threw it into the already overflowing trash can. “Plus you’re, like, a weed virgin. ‘Sides that time at Elecvo’s party.” A blush spread across his face and he looked away in embarrassment. She took the opportunity to get up without complaint from the other and gave a playful pat on the shoulder, Axel twitching sharply at the action. She didn’t seem to notice, smiling warmly at him. “Hang tight. It’ll only be a second.” She assured before walking out of the room and leaving him by himself.

Axel frantically rubbed at his arms, well aware of how much he was shaking and desperately trying to get his body to calm down. He was warming up, quickly, and he could feel the restless movement of the tentacles in the space between his legs. He didn’t realize how sensitive he had become until it became increasingly hard to keep his hips still and resist the urge to rub against his own clothes.

All because of a pat on the shoulder. He whined in frustration and shame.

“Everything okay in here?” Autumn suddenly appeared behind him and he moved his knees together and stretched the hem of his hoodie over them, knowing his crotch wasn’t exactly very flat anymore. She moved around him to face him and tilted her head in confusion before he inadvertently shivered again. “Oh, you’re cold?” She handed him the glass of water in her hand and sat down opposite him while he sipped it slowly. “I can get you a blanket or somethin’ if you want one.”

He waved his hand in dismissal and finished the water, the pressure in his head immediately dying down but the pressure in his pants showing no signs of diminishing. He set the glass down on the nightstand, his movements much more stable than before. At least he had a clearer head now, which made it easier to resist involuntary twitching. Then the worst thing ever happened when Autumn touched his forehead with the back of her hand. He squeaked loudly, jumping at the sudden touch. She recoiled in confusion. “Sorry! Didn't mean to scare you!” She lowered her hand. “Your face is all red. I wanted to make sure you weren’t overheating or somethin’.” Then the last few moments caught up to her. “But, uh, I can’t say I’ve ever heard that sound come outta you before.” Axel was silent and squirmed in place, uncomfortable in more ways than one. Autumn’s eyes were fixated on him. “You’re acting weird. What’s up.”

He looked away for a few moments, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, before slowly lifting his hoodie up and spreading his knees, revealing a moving bulge between his legs with a large wet spot where precum had collected. Autumn leaned in closer, huffing while the beginnings of a blush speckled her cheeks. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me?”

He considered reaching for the notebook but decided it would be better to use his words. He took a deep breath. “didnt want-t you to think i was, uh, wei-weird.” His voice was quiet and cracked frequently from disuse.

She was taken aback slightly from hearing his voice. “Dude, I don’t mind. Really. I get it.” She scooted closer. “What’s weird is shivering while being completely warm and not telling me why. I thought you were dyin’ or something.”

Axel huffed, the heat between his legs getting harder and harder to ignore. “didnt know, uh, i’d get this…this-“ Axel was cut off and made a strangled noise when Autumn rested her hand on his thigh. “Sensitive?” He couldn’t say anything else, not wanting to make another embarrassing noise. She smiled at him coolly. “I could help ya with it if you want.”

“please,” Axel choked out, voice noticeably higher than before. Autumn scooted closer to him and grabbed the hem of his hoodie, lifting it up and over his head. She threw it to the side and directed her attention back to him, but noticed he was now lightly tugging her forearms. “You wanna be close?” He nodded frantically. “Okay, okay, gimme a sec, hotshot.” She eagerly threw off her dress and tights and scooted up to him, the two holding each other closely. Now that they were this close, she could feel how warm he was. “You poor thing, you’re all pent up.” She brushed her fingertips against his bulge and his hips twitched forward, grinding desperately into her hand. He whined, ashamed and madly wanting to be touched. She danced her fingertips up and hooked them under the waistband of his boxers and pants, pulling them down to reveal his tentacles. She looked at them in fascination. 4 of them. Pretty big, too.

“They’re beautiful…” She whispered. She poked at the mass experimentally, Axel thrusting his hips forward again [which was expected] but, more importantly, his tentacles noticeably wrapping and rubbing up against her arm. There was a lot of precum just from humping against her hand. She pulled away and watched as they squirmed frantically, seeking stimulation. He buried his face in her shoulder, face bright red. She lightly touched the tip of one of his tentacles and it twitched harshly, Axel making a weird squeak again. Looking down, Autumn saw how much he had been leaking. She did feel a little bad for teasing him this long. “Alright. S’ time to get down to business.” She nudged his knees apart a little more and scooted forward, wrapping her hand around the base of the middle tentacle and feeling it pulse strongly. She moved her hand from bottom to top and when she reached the tip his hips jerked forward again. “Jeez, are you always this squirmy?”

“i-i need,” Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. He hugged her tighter. “please, please, god-“

“You’re okay, baby, I’m here,” She was moving her hand up and down at a steady pace now. His other tentacles were twitching now too, moving to grind against her hips and ass. “Someone’s excited.” He just whimpered at that and thrust his hips forward to match her movements.

“f-faster,” His movements were getting more and more uncoordinated, she could tell he was getting close. “need-need more, please, fuck-“

He was crying now, this much pleasure was overwhelming him. She sped up her movements and he made a sound that was something in between a moan and a gasp. He gave a few quick pointed thrusts before he came undone, moaning brokenly against her shoulder and grasping onto her back as 4 loads splashed against her tummy. After a few moments his tensed body slowly began to relax as his orgasm died down. He pulled back to look at her only to be met with a self-satisfied smirk.

“…stop looking at me like that.” He nudged her face away playfully.

“Can’t help it. You’re a cutie patootie.” She used her thumb to wipe away stray tears that sat at the corners of his eyes.

“shhh…” He gently held the hand that rested at his cheek and leaned into it.

“You wanna cuddle?”

“mm-hmm.” She could tell by the hoarseness of his voice that he was already falling asleep. He shuffled under the covers and wrapped his arms around her, resting his head against her back. Axel’s warmed body and tight embrace lulled Autumn to sleep and the two cuddled all night long.

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Note:

sorry for the lazy ending i wrote this whole thing in one night and got tired towards the end

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[zoidriguez]

Delivery trio smut headcanons under the cut :P

Fry

. Switch. Bottom preference since he’s not the most dexterous and his hands are probably covered in pizza grease . A pillow princess when bottoming and a service top otherwise

. EXTREMELY VOCAL like just cannot shut the fuck up . A screamer

. But also kind of a giggler sometimes … what can he say #sillysex5ever

. Kind of a manslut Tee Bee Aych.

. Willing to try pretty much anything with however many people

. Too lazy to use toys so his hand has become ol’ reliable

. Kind of awkward and nervous during sex he needs to be walked through it [mostly if it’s with someone he’s not used to]

. *whispering* praise kink

. Obedient …

. Cums pretty fast . You have to tease / deny him if you want him to last long ! [or yknow….overstimulate him…..giggles]

. Def into femdom like cmon now

. Never thought about anal before but gets experimental one day [or bender/leela bring it up to him] and now he lovessss it

. NEEDS aftercare when bottoming . Loves cuddling + baths

. Pussy eater + cock / antenna sucker + ass eater like he loves sticking things in his mouth

. The oral fixation in general is so real he will lick and bite if given permission

. ~4.8 inches . If you must know

Bender

. Switch but only bottoms with people he’s close to bc he’s afraid it’ll harm his masculinity . Tops because he loves the ego boost and bottoms because he’s an attention whore

. Also a giggler when he tops because sex is FUN

. Says the cheesiest most cliché most cringe shit when topping its so silly

. Whimpers and tries to hide himself when he bottoms because he’s embarrassed

. His first few times bottoming he definitely tried to mask that embarrassment by being a BRAT but after awhile he just kinda rolls with it

. Likes edging his partner[s] but the tables turn at one point and he realizes he’s WAY more into it than he thought he would be.

. Into pretty much anything and everything

. *taps mic, clears throat* Orgies

. You’d think he’d like it rough considering he’s. Well . Bender . But gentle sex actually does more for him [when bottoming] because he’s not used to being handled with such care

. Def goes at it a little rough when topping though . Probably has needed to be reminded on more than one occasion to take it a bit slower and gentler with meatbags

. His voicebox glitches and stutters when he’s about to overload

. Has a habit of cursing a lot when he’s really into it

. Can go like one or two rounds but after that he taps out cuz it takes up a shitton of power and he’s sleeeeeeppy

. Likes to be held and cuddled after bottoming [he’s a special boy and needs to be treated as such !]

. Canonically he likes to tease and tickle whoever he’s sleeping with …I think he’d like to be the receiver of that too

. ^ related, likes the outer crease of his chest compartment touched …

. A squirmer . Better tie him down to make sure he doesn’t move too much 😊

. Smokes after sex [obviously

. Has a fucking CLOSET full of sex toys somewhere

. Wireplay ! Modulators !!!!!

Leela

. Top . Femdom all the way baybeeeee

. Doesn’t have much experience but oh man . When she gets going .

. A rigger . Like has definitely memorized how to tie rope

. Kindddddd of a freakkk tbh [affectionate]

. Canonically owns sexy lingerie;]

. Takes awhile to cum

. Quiet but tends to grunt under her breath

. Degrader a little bit

. Maaaaaaaaaaaybe a bit of a sadist

. “Call me mommy”

. Probably gives hickeyssss

. Strip teaser

. Closet full of sexy outfits ..

. A bit mischievous is a silly bratty sort of way

. Will say shit like “oh are you about to cum already?”

. ABSOLUTELY pegs like that’s a no-brainer

. A squirter . Bed soaked sorry

[zoidriguez]

I extend my hand

I can feel your bodyheat rising

Skin on metal

You wrap your arms

Around my back

I nuzzle into you

And everything was right in the world

[zoidriguez]

Hi I’m lucy I’ll be posting my writing here [mostly fanfic] + also some smaller extra stuff :] I mainly write for Futurama [as of now, at least.]

Some stuf Byf :

-18+ ONLY !!!

- smut + weed use are in my writing a lot [it’s fun to write ]. If you’re not cool with that you might wanna stay away

-no proshippers / bigots/ terfs/ whatever the fuck . Go away

Links:

My AO3 [contains everything from before I made this blog since I don’t feel like reposting them here]: https://archiveofourown.org/users/zoidriguez [also for clarification all my fanfic will also go up on my ao3 it’s not going anywhere . I just felt like having this blog here too for smaller stuff as well