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Droidware dynamic is like this to me. Sorry guys the tin can yaoi cannot be happy at least one of them must suffer greatly.
Iunno whether I actually ship them though but it is a funny thought to have that Badware is hardcore pining on Killdroid but he's too oblivious to realise and even if he did he couldn't possibly reciprocate anyhow.
I might have written, some more mud/diligence but this time... it's smut. this is also my first time posting any smut I've actually written so it's not gonna be great 😭 (also I'll tag any tw needed!)
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It had been a long and exhausting day for everyone in the resturant, and the last thing Mud wanted to do was sleep on the meat hook.
But until they got enough scarab to buy everyone a bed, he was stuck with the freezer. Maybe Mud would get lucky and the meat hook would kill him as he slid onto it so he'd be able to fall asleep without practically shuttering his skin off (what's left of his skin anyway.)
He pierced his spine onto the frigid metal in hopes his idea would work, but instead it just shot waves of pain through his entire skeletal structure. Mud groaned as he pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his coat tighter around his shivering body. Fate was merciful to him tonight, as sleep quickly enveloped the rotling and he soon couldn't feel the throbbing pain coursing in his bones.
Opening his eyes, Mud could see dark orange skies through a beautiful stained glass window. It illuminated a circle around where he sat but everything else was shrouded in darkness; anything could've been hiding in that darkness. It made Mud feel more vulnerable than he cared for.
Mud tried to stand but immediately felt the tug of rope against his wrists and ankles. Something was horribly wrong, he'd never ever get into this situation (not even willingly.)
His breath quickened and a knot formed in his stomach. He tugged on the rope with all his might but they didn't budge. It was like all his strength was sapped out of him. Panic was setting in and Mud knew he needed to get the hell out of here, where ever here was.
"Well well well, if it isn't my favorite disgusting coward," A sultry voice spoke from behind him, causing Mud to snap his head around to see who said it, he nearly snapped his head off his neck in the process. That would've been infinitely better than being tied up with some mystery person. A hand grasped his shoulder, digging rough nails into his flesh and pulling the chair to their direction.
Diligence. The Virtue finallt caught up to Mud after thousands of years of hiding.
"You've certainly gotten more repulsive over the last few thousand years! I miss every second I had to not stare at your face, but staring at this," Diligence dug his metallic nails into Mud's chin, forcing him to stare into the Virtue's brain. "As I rip you to shreds will make everything worth it."
Being this close to the monochromatic robot sent chills down Mud's back, but for some reason ignited a heat in his lower stomach he hadn't felt in eons. It made him squirm in his seat.
Diligence let go of Mud's slimey face, wiping the excess goo off onto his trench coat. If Diligence had eyes, Mud would've been able to see the pure disgust they felt within them. "Hmmm, now what do you think would make for a good start to your endless torment, run away?" The Virtue placed their boot directly in between Mud's open legs, the heel dangerously close to his groin. He had to bite back a groan as Diligence applied more and more pressure, the knife like heel digging a hole into the wooden chair.
But nothing could get passed the Virtue, not even the moans Mud tried with all his might to hide. "Do you enjoy this? You really are no different than every other pathetic creature under my rein, but you intrigued me." There was a hint of laughter in the way they spoke, like they were planning some big joke at Mud's expense. "I don't like this you rotten-" "The only rotten thing here is YOU." Diligence shoved the chair to the floor, causing Mud to slam the back of his head into the stone floor.
The rotling couldn't hold back a groan that time, but at least it was out of pain and not pleasure this time. He was embarrassed with himself for even liking being around the very thing he escaped from.
"You need to be taught a lesson, even if you enjoy it for some sick, deprived, reason." The robot circled around the now laying down Mud. They looked even more intimidating than usual, but their long slender legs glistened under the orange light. He was never more glad to not have a 'package' than he was now. There was always something so appealing with how Diligence was designed, whoever made their body clearly had favorites.
A large heeled boot slammed beside his head, missing Mud's sludgey head by a few mere inches; the stone floor cracked under the sheer force of their legs. Mud gulped and avoided looking directly up at Diligence who now stood over him.
"You are the most revolting creature I've ever had the misfortune of commanding." Diligence, now crouched over top of the still tied up (and also now very horny) Mud.
It was unbearable, the shame and the pleasure mixing in a horrible concoction of emotions in his stomach. He wanted to stare at the beauty in front of him but logic told him that "beauty" was nothing more than a beast who wanted to torture him. "Whatever you want, I'm not telling you." He spat at the glass face of the Virtue, a large green blob of gunk slid off and landed back on Mud's coat; leaving a nasty translucent trail down the robot's face.
Diligence simply chuckled at his pathetic attempt at standing his ground, "I don't want information, I just want to ruin you, you stupid rotling."
They wrapped their long metallic fingers around Mud's neck and lifted him up, chair and all, all while nearly breaking his wind pipe. Mud was never more thankful to be sitting upright again, but Diligence's grasp on his neck didn't waver. The lack of oxygen was starting to get to the tall rotling and his thoughts became more and more delirious, and more and more sexual. He started hoping that anything would help with the growing need in his crotch, even the horrible being who brought him here in the first place.
The Virtue seemed to read his mind. Both hands clasped Mud's thighs, dangerously close to where Mud actually wanted them but not close enough. He wanted to let out a frustrated moan, but was cut off as Diligence leaned in right beside his ear. "You want me to ruin you, correct?"
Instinct from his days as a soldier immediately kicked in, but the arousal didn't dampen for a single second. "Yes sir," He croaked out, shimmying to try and get Diligence's iron grip on his thighs to go closer to where he actually wanted them.
One hand dug it's nails into the flesh of Mud's thigh, bright purple blood pooled around their white fingers. The pain clouded his vision, Mud didn't even notice that Diligence let go of his other thigh and had finally reached towards his crotch.
"G-Gah!! You sick fuck, I'd shoot you down i-if fuck if I wasn't tied to this chair," Mud struggled to form a coherent sentence, pain and pleasure combining together into a cloudy haze in his brain. "You stop talking, or else I end this now and just kill you like a horrible, gross, insect," Diligence pressed harder into Mud's groin, causing the rotling to jolt in his seat.
Diligence rubbed the growing heat in Mud's pants, feeling a sopping wet mess forming under their fingers. Mud threw his head back, completely disregarding any shame he once had as the knot in his stomach threatened to break him. Sharp and pristine white claws sliced open his thigh, but it didn't ruin the moment, it only amplified every amazing feeling running through his body.
More and more moans filled the room like the bright orange light filled the skies. Mud was so close to cumming. He didn't give a shit that the creature making him cum was his ex commander, or that his ex commander was probably gonna kill him the second after he cums. All he cares about was finallt being able to release after so many years of no action.
"Mud." Another voice joined in, much fainter and distant. He ignored it, so so so close to cumming, he didn't want anything ruining this.
"Mud!" There it was again, louder now and more annoying.
"MUD!! WAKE UP YOU LAZY BUM, ITS AN HOUR PASSED OPENING!!!"
Suddenly Mud was ripped from his confusingly sexy dream as he was tossed to the ground. All the pain from his sleeping hook and the cold from the freezer brutally made their way back into the forefront of his brain.
"Get up and go do your job or SO HELP ME." Ken stomped his way out of the freezer and back into the dining room, completely oblivious to Mud's deep red face and ruined dream.
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