#android!au

[aron-mp4]

Redrawing my fnaf au for. The fifth time i think? I redo all the designs every few years dont even-

Heres the main humans

[777anon]

Makarov fingerfucking the ports on Android Andrei's body. Pulling wires. Feel the cooling gel and silica and puddy that's supposed to be better than humans.

Than Makarov.

And Makarov, pulling the skull plate open, licking over the experimental neocortex of such nubile technology.

I'm totally unhorny and doing great yep,,

[ladykelsi]

boyfriend material [android!gaz]

Summary: Sandra gets you the best birthday gift ever; the perfect boyfriend.

warnings: +18 smut (MDNI), sexually inexperienced!reader, unspoken praise kink, shy!reader, insecure!reader, fluff, gaz being super sweet and a little sassy, brief mention of Makarov.

notes: a classic repost from last year. this fic actually spawned out one singular dream of me seeing a shirtless Gaz inside of a big, barbie box. all 7.8k words were in fact written in one day... 8th september 2024, just one day before by birthday :)

[boyfriend material]

i know you don't want a party so this is the next best thing. enjoy ;) most sincerely, –your rich bestie in the whole wide world✨ p.s: i know what you're going to say. "it's too expensive" yes. yes, it is. but you fucking deserve it, bitch. so don't even think about giving it back.

when you woke up this morning, you didn't certainly didn't expect this.

the letter was sealed with a red kiss at the bottom. you stared at it in shock before looking at the... man in a box... like a fucking barbie doll.

the prettiest man you've ever laid eyes on. unnaturally so. it makes sense that technically he's not real but the more you look at him, the more you realize...

he's eerily familiar. you know you've seen him before. it's just that you woke up and hour ago and your brain is still struggling to process things, but it'll come to you soon.

however, this familiarity, it's written all over his beautifully crafted face. right down to the very minuscule details on his face. full lips. thin mustache. small mark on to the left of his forehead. the little scars on his left cheek. his eyes were closed though. but you bet your ass they'll be the prettiest brown eyes you'll ever see in your life.

you take a hesitant step closer, holding your breath. your fingers reach for his cheek. a small poke to the little scars there. soft dark skin denting slightly at the pressure you apply. then trailing down the side of his face, small hairs prickling the tip of your finger.

oh, he definitely real.

you jerk your hand away as if he burned you. then you quickly reach for the smaller box (he came with three other boxes) and opened it. oh, thank god for the instruction manual. quickly skimming through it while taking quick glances at him, you hardly even realize that you're pacing around the living room.

according to the manual, most of the maintenance he does himself so you won't have to if it's too much to manage. neat. self sufficient little sweetheart, isn't he? the charging port is solar powered, so it's best to place it in a well lit area. which is what the delivery guys did this morning. it also says to let him charge for at least a couple of hours before he wakes up.

you hadn't dare to let him out of the box, so he's definitely still charging in there.

you read through the manual. there's ways of customizing his personality. he'll do whatever you like, no matter how deplorable, except if it causes you or others physical harm. the last bit is kind of a small relief because you can't imagine everyone getting their hands on one or a dozen of these to do some bad shit.

you finally read the last pamphlet.

thank you for purchasing our perfect partner!!! we hope you enjoy your order as much as we loved creating it. if you have any questions about your order, contact us anytime. we would love to hear from you!

partner?

hang on. you check the logo on the box. a scribbled pink heart. one side of it cut to make room for the word 'sweetheart'. and under it;

sweetheart.inc bringing you to your better half <3

oh... oh, now you understand. your eyes widen in absolute mortification. Sandra didn't just get you an android, no.

she got you a boyfriend.

a couple of hours flies by fast when you're panicking and pacing around.

Sandra isn't picking up your calls or returning your texts. whatever she's busy with had better be fucking important because she can't just drop this on you and leave you to fend for yourself. she didn't even give you a warning. no heads up like hey, bestie, i got you an android boyfriend for your birthday. or even a text upon delivery.

or an apology at least. yeah, you'll settle for an apology.

you're facing the window, trying to wash an apple for you to eat because you don't think you can stomach anything else at the moment.

meanwhile, the android's eyes fluttered open. he looks around his new surroundings and quietly steps out of the box. he plucks the wire connecting him to the charging port and places it back inside the box.

when you turn, you find him standing a few paces away with a smile. "happy birthday, lov-"

before he even finishes that sentence, you drop the apple and scream, tumbling back into the counter.

it startles him, obviously, but he's better at handling fear than you because his hands extend to you, concern marring his expression. "sorry, sorry! didn't mean to frighten you!"

you pant through your mouth, eyes wide as they observe him.

he stands tall. miles of dark skin exposed under the sun rays flittering in through the kitchen window. well defined abs. a happy trail slipping down from his belly button to the jeans that hug his waist. a black leather belt through the loops.

you don't... know what to do with yourself. besides stare.

"uh... th-thank you...?" is all you can muster through the rapid beating in your chest. he blinks, a small smile tugging at his lips. you quietly chirp, "hi..."

"hello to you too, gorgeous." he chuckles in response. truly, you're at odds with what is supposed to happen next. he tilts his head. "why are you standing all the way over there? i'm not going to bite you."

your skin prickles at the though. bite. bite. bite. marks all over you. or him. it's a hazy thought, brushing up your back. it scares you all the same.

"unless you want me to." he adds, smirking.

he takes a step forward and you panic, taking five steps back, shaking your head. you nearly choke as protests tumble out of your mouth, "uh– n–no– no, thank you! i– i'll pass on the biting for now."

he stops. "oh, so you might be open to it later then?"

later?

you don't even know what you're supposed to do with him now.

he stops talking and takes a good long moment to look at you. eyes trailing up and down your body. it's not sexual in any sense at all. more like he's... scanning. analysing. you've got a closed hand pressed to your chest and your other hand gripping the counter.

his brows furrow, his mouth tilting downward.

"hey..." his voice comes out soft, kind. "you're not afraid of me, are you?"

you swallow thickly, blinking rapidly. well, you definitely are. technically, he's supposed to be here. but the entire situation feels like you have an intruder in your house.

"m–maybe a little bit." you stutter, wondering how you're supposed to defend yourself from a robot.

realistically, you can't. if you had to guess, he's stronger than the average man. maybe faster too. so out-muscling or outrunning him is out of the question. not to mention out-smarting too.

"i'm sorry." he says, stepping back. "you don't have to be afraid of me. i won't hurt you."

you don't know if you should believe him. you've watched way too many movies about robots turning against humans.

"what can i do to make you feel less frightened, my love?"

the nickname makes your hackles rise faster than the blood rushing to your cheeks. "hands up."

he puts his hands up without complaint. waiting for your next command. you stand there, shaky breaths inhaling and exhaling through your nose. without looking away from him, your hand reaches around until you touch a wooden pole. the broom.

you pick it up and point it at him. only stepping closer until it touches his right shoulder. then his nipple. his brows furrow as he tries to understand what the hell you're doing.

"are you seriously poking me with a broom?" you gently poke his neck. it doesn't phase him as he adds, "what happened to 'hello, how are you?'?"

you blink slowly. twice. "considering it's not every day an android lands on my doorstep, i think my reaction is pretty reasonable."

he studies you for a moment, unsure. a sound is heard. you think he hums in acceptance. "alright, fair enough."

you slowly lower the broom when you're sure he won't hurt you like he said he won't.

his hand extends towards you. "i'm Kyle, by the way."

you pause. eyes glancing between his hand and his face. "Kyle?"

Kyle. the name is familiar. so is the face. you know this man. you've known him for a long time. too long, perhaps. but never have you seen him in real life. where have you–

"Garrick." then it clicks. it all falls in place. "or you can call me–"

"Gaz." you softly say.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick. now you know why he's oddly familiar to you. his poster is plastered on your bedroom wall. you've got tabs open on tumblr and ao3 of fanfictions upon fanfictions of him. however much you could get your greedy little hands on.

he's the character from that game. the military propaganda video game. the one you've gushed to Sandra about on nearly a daily basis. sending edits of members of the group he's in, but mostly edits of him.

very quickly, you get over your fear of him. it's swiftly overshadowed by a rage that is damn near palpable.

"oh, that fucking... i'm going to kill her. i'm going to kill her–" you push past him and head to your room to find your phone.

"pretty sure murder is illegal here, darling." Kyle's voice calls after you.

finally, Sandra answers your call.

"how do you like your new man?" her amused voice rings out as soon as she picks up.

you picture her lazing on the couch like a smug cat as she plays with her braids. a wide grin etching her lips as she rolls onto her stomach with the phone right next to her on loudspeaker.

you pinch the bridge of your nose. "Sandra, what did you do?"

"what do you mean what did i do?" she says. "i got you the boyfriend you've always wanted."

she's not even denying it. of course she wouldn't. this is the one thing she'll gladly take credit for amongst the shenanigans she always puts you through. "what do you mean you got me boyfriend?! i didn't ask for a boyfriend!"

"listen." you pause, glancing at the door when you hear your android walking around the hallway. "i promise you're going to love this one." Sandra says and continues to explain, "he comes with all the desirable features you want in a man and none of the cheating, the weaponized incompetence, the misogyny and other nasty stuff. he's perfect in every sense of the word."

"Sandra..." you groaned. "i can't accept this- this... gift. it's too expensive!"

not to mention weird as fuck. sure, you've always complained to her about men being all sorts of wrong and told her about your only two relationships taking a turn for the worst because men are just too dense to comprehend common sense. one ex-boyfriend being too pushy about sex, saying that you're such a prude when you wouldn't give in. the other masking his mean comments as jokes and saying that you're too sensitive.

thankfully, you've only slept with one of them. but unfortunately, you couldn't even get a proper orgasm out of it.

and now a customized boyfriend? really? how pathetic does Sandra think you are?

"girl, what did the note say?" she prompts.

a heavy sigh escapes you. "to not give it back."

"ah, before that."

the silence on your end is downright depressing. nonetheless, you grumble lowly, "that i deserve it."

"exactly." she says. "you deserve a break from all those guys who've given you nothing but heartache. just live for once and enjoy this, okay?"

you bite the inside of your cheek. your gaze draws to the pamphlet.

"just give it a week." she pleads. "please? if you hate it, you can call me and i'll send him right back."

you paused, contemplating it. a week doesn't sound too bad.

it's a week with your favourite fictional character brought to life. well, kind of. in the most real way possible. you can't remember a time when thinking about you leaving a sour taste in your mouth.

a week with Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick. he's already so sweet to you. and a little sassy, but that's to be expected.

then it dawned on you. there's no way Sandra gave you this lovely gift without at least trying it first. "you got one for yourself, didn't you?"

"of course i did!" she squeals and giggles. you hear ruffling on the other end. "his mohawk is stupid but it's cute."

then male's voice interjects- "hey!"

"and he makes up for it with those sweet baby blues-"

"ye tryin' tae sweet-talk yer way back into my pants, bonnie?"

wait... you recognize that voice. and more so the accent. "oh my god... you got yourself Soap?!"

somehow, you're not surprised. if she sees a pair of blue eyes and a silver tongue whispering all the right things, somebody's bones are getting jumped.

Soap is perfect for her. just as playful, if not more. though, you're shocked she didn't go for an authoritative figure like the Captain himself, John Price. or someone mountain sized like Lieutenant Riley. all good options for her, of course.

it wouldn't surprise you if she added them to her collection. she has the funds and the drive to do it if she wished. it makes you chuckle to think about.

"okay, i have to admit. those fictional men you're always obsessing over?" she muses softly. "not bad. not bad at all..."

"unbelievable..." you laugh again, running a hand down your face.

"i love you too, baby." she chuckles and excitedly adds, "you should take a look at his cock, it's so–"

your face floods with heat in an instant. "okay, bye!"

you quickly hang up before she gets too far with her ramble. then sigh, hanging your head up. hoping that the heavens grant you mercy from this odd hour that is your birthday.

"so..." your head spins see him leaning on the doorway with both hands in the pockets of his jeans and a lazy grin painted across his lips. "i'm guessing you're not going to kill Sandra."

your face crinkles into a feigned glare. "don't you know it's rude to eavesdrop?"

"it's not eavesdropping if i can hear you from all the way out here." he retorts and it almost makes you smile.

you wonder if you can adjust his settings so he isn't such a smart-mouth. but you know you've always liked him this way. snarky. sassy. sweet.

"can i come in?" he inquires.

"no." you watch his mirth bleed into a frown. you turn away, crossing your arms. "i'm still mad at you."

"oh." is all you hear. "alright. i'll give you some space to cool off then."

there's faint shuffling. a few moments later, when you dare to look, he was gone. at least you can breathe easier now.

you spend the next hour looking up sweetheart.inc. they specialize in creating androids tailored to anybody's specific needs and taste.

there's the category for romantic partners, which, you figure, is the one Sandra picked for you. it's the most expensive of the many varieties, but you digress. then there's one for assisting with work, whether it's office work, heavy duty, or even just house chores. there's the category tailored to helping with disabilities, injuries and the like. you can even combine features, if you want.

each android can be adjusted according to your needs, tastes, desires and other stuff. you wonder how many people have bought these with the specific intention of making their fictional characters come to life.

the thought of one Makarov being brought to life makes you queasy, so you try not to think about one of those running around the streets.

you don't know how Sandra even found this website or company or why she even knows about it. nor do you know how to even feel about it.

when you're done, you head out of your room and you find him doing the dishes in the kitchen he's got your yellow latex gloves on, focused on the task. the apple you forgot about had been placed on the counter.

nope. you back away and go back to your room. you're not dealing with this right now.

for now, you're going to take a long afternoon nap and hope that this is all one weird dream. as much as it's nice having your favourite fictional character doing your dishes while he's shirtless... it's not plausible. you don't think you can handle anymore nonsensical scenarios for the day.

when you woke up, you realized that you forgot to do the laundry. but oh, he's still there. standing in front of the washing machine. folding your shirt and placing it into the neat pile in the basket sitting atop the drier.

"oh, for fuck's sake." you groan, closing your eyes tightly.

he turns to you and smiles softly.

"hey, love." he greets you. "feeling better now? i made dinner if you're hungry."

"you..." there's a moment when your brain just stops. shaking your head, you ask, "wait, what?"

he frowns. "are you still upset? i'm sorry–"

"no, i– time out. just– please stop talking." you hold your hands up, trying to think.

he made dinner and did the dishes. again. he also did your laundry. washed, dried and is even folding it. hell, he's still apologizing for whatever it is he did wrong.

and he didn't do anything wrong. his only crime was being made perfect and then tossed over at your doorstep to exist. he's just been sweet to you. doing your chores, making dinner for you. he's just doing what he's programmed to do, you suppose. nothing wrong with that. so your anger is completely misdirected.

"sorry." you quietly speak, eyes cast down in shame. "i'm sorry, Kyle. i don't– i'm not upset with you at all. i didn't mean to say that earlier."

"it's alright." he replies, tilting his head. "this all must be overwhelming for you."

it is.

"are you going to send me back?"

you look at him. the uncertainty in his eyes tugs at your chest. "not sure yet."

he did your chores without being asked to and he gave you at least a dozen apologies without you having to pry them out of him. that's more than what you can say for any of your past boyfriends.

the thought of sending him away dwindles down to a feeling that doesn't settle right in your stomach.

"solid." he smiles.

a silence falls into the room. you try not to stare at his bare chest. your teeth biting the insides of your cheeks as your shoulders draw up.

"you're nervous." he points out.

no point in denying it. "kind of."

it's not every day you're standing in front of your very on personalized favourite fictional character. in all of your wildest, raunchiest imaginations, he's so much prettier in person.

"you can touch me if you like." he offers. "i don't mind..."

you don't like the smirk plastered on his face. heat floods your cheeks and you take a step out of the laundry room. "i think i'm going to eat supper now."

and you'll try not to choke on it.

he can't ingest food but liquids he can do. makes it easier to pass as human. water, apparently, does help with his base functions. you read somewhere in the manual that he can take a bath or a shower. something about helping along romantic aspects of bath sex, shower sex, pool sex and the like.

you don't even want to think about what kind of kinks have been programmed into him.

you watch him take away your plate and clean it up. a question bursts out of you before you can tamper it down, "what are you even made of?"

without skipping a beat, Kyle responds with, "boyfriend material."

a giggle bursts out of you. "that's real cute."

whoever put that joke in knew that this is a frequently asked question. it's a good joke. Sandra would love to hear that one. you wonder if Soap said the same thing. it makes you less weary about the situation at hand.

"do you really want to know what i'm made of?" he glances over his shoulder.

you shake your head. "you know what? boyfriend material will suffice."

he snorts and continues his task. rinsing the plate and the glass and placing them on the rack.

as he comes to sit down next to you on the couch, you ask, "what were you programmed to do?"

"taking care of you is my primary objective." he tells you like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

it doesn't make sense to you, though. you blink. "elaborate."

"well," he starts, bringing your feet to his lap. your flinch when his fingers knead your ankle and the sole of one foot. "i'm here to help ease your stress, if not erase it completely."

pretty damn hard to focus when he's giving you a fantastic foot massage. the words are hardly registering but you do your best to listen.

"i'll help do your chores. i'll be your companion. your punching bag, too, if you like. i'll pleasure in all the ways you like and i'll protect you-"

"wait, time out." you interject. he paused, glancing at you. "protect me? from what?"

"any threat to your life. as any good boyfriend should, of course." he replies, a serious expression befalling his face. "if someone broke in with the intent to hurt you in any way, i'll be here to wish they chose a different house to trample on."

that's... cool, you guess. it doesn't hurt to have your own personal bodyguard. but the implication of that is somewhat dire.

"you wouldn't... kill them... would you?" the words carefully slip out.

he blinks. looking at you with conviction. "if push comes to shove."

the answer doesn't sit right with you. but you don't ask him to explain further. this is all you need to know.

Sandra facetimes you later in the night. before you could even ask anything, she was gushing about how Soap is such a pussy fiend. you don't see how you could've avoided that one seeing as she was probably waiting to talk to you about it.

but when she finally stops to see your pensive look, she asks, "wanna send him back?"

your gaze shifts to the screen. "well, it hasn't been a week yet so i'm not sure."

it's been three days. three agonizing days of Kyle orbiting around you. he does stuff around the house while you're at work. when you come back, you're greeted by the smell of good food, a glass of wine and a pretty smile.

"he's growing on you, isn't he?" she puts her chin under a fist and grins widely. her braids have been pulled into two scrunchies. her dark skin shines under her ring light. Soap's shirtless figure moves in the background. "he's too perfect not to."

"you're not wrong there." you shrug softly, giggling a bit.

Kyle has been growing on you. he's easy to talk to. easy to joke around with. he knows when to leave you alone and when to approach.

thankfully, he's made no aggressive sexual advances. he does flirt, though. leaving the option entirely up to you if you want to take him up on that offer. you haven't dared to take it.

as if she knows where your thoughts lie, her voice lowers and she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, "have you tried his cock yet?"

your hand slams the desk. "Sandra!"

"what? i'm just asking." she laughs.

you're too flustered to say anything past the very predictable, "just stop it."

"you're always so weird about sex." comes her reply.

and she's not wrong. you've never been comfortable when it comes to the topic. it's made it so hard to be open about it with past partners.

later, when Kyle wishes you goodnight and sends you off with a kiss on your cheek, you almost wish you had the courage to ask him to stay in your room instead of the guest bedroom.

you do invite him into your room the next morning. only because he was curious to look around.

"would you look at that? it's me." he grins at the poster you have of him on your bedroom wall.

he's been walking around in your chilly apartment dressed in nothing but the pair of jeans he came out in. you checked the box earlier, alongside stuff needed for his maintenance, there's definitely at least a dozen more items of clothing in there. there's even a catalogue of how to style and dress him and five coupons and a rewards card to buy more clothes at certain stores.

the full package. you knew Sandra was crazy rich but this is extreme. even by her standards.

you watch him wander around your room, scanning around your bed, your organized mess of a desk. he grabs the little snow globe, shakes it and holds it up to watch the little particles float around the figurine inside.

it's so... human. his expression, the way he moves. if he was just some dude you met on the street, you wouldn't think that he's all metal and wires and programming under that pretty face. in fact you'd be none the wiser. he could easily pass off as just another man.

it makes you wonder how many you've passed by without knowing what they really are.

still, it's hard not to think of Kyle as human. hard not to treat him like one. he certainly acts the part of a normal, functioning human. well... mostly.

"aren't you cold?" you asked, hugging your arms through your sweater.

"no, not really." he says, still observing the globe. "i can adjust my body temperature accordingly."

"right." of course. you keep forgetting about that. "right, of course you can. sorry, that was a dumb question."

"it wasn't." he replies. "it's human nature to care."

you suppose it is. but he glances at you again and frowns. "but you're cold."

"just a little chilly. no worries." you reassure him.

you know he wants to disagree because his eyes betray his thoughts. but something catches his attention when he fully turns to you.

there. on the dresser. something oddly shaped and pink.

your hackles rise when he goes over to pick it up and you're already speeding over to his side. "what's this?"

you snatch the object from his hand. "nothing!"

you hide it behind you but it's already too late. he saw it. there's no doubt he knows exactly what it is. heat blazes your entire face as you look away from him.

you move around him and shove the vibrator in your drawer and slam it shut. then you speedwalk out of your room and go sulk on the couch where he can't see you. it's just your luck that he follows you minutes later.

he carefully sits on the couch, quietly uttering his name. you purposefully ignore him and glare at the tv. you've never been so embarrassed. if you'd just remembered to put the damn toy back where it shouldn't be seen, this wouldn't have happened.

fingers hook under your chin and turns your gaze to him. he's closer now. much closer. your breath hitches as his arm slides around and his hand settles at the small of your back, pulling your body against his.

"you know..." he softly starts. "you don't have to rely on sex toys anymore now that i'm here."

your mouth dries, your mind falling into a haze. "i... you don't..."

now you know why you've been so obsessed with him. you've pictured this far too many times to not admit that you'd fall for it every time.

his eyes turn hazy and dark as he watches you. it's a brief moment as he slowly leans in, giving you a chance to back out. you don't. you can't. you don't think you could've ever found the will to pull away from him.

he presses his lips against yours. it's not forceful. just a small kiss, lightly testing the waters. sweet. steady. gently letting you get used to the feeling. a slow flame pools in your belly as you let him kiss you. your ire melts all too quickly before you can comprehend.

but he pulls away when you don't reciprocate fast enough. he's already uttering apologies, "i'm sorry. you didn't want that, i should've–"

"no, no, i–" you squeak, drawing your hands to your cheeks. "i liked it. i'm just not... i'm not used to... all this."

"what?" he gently grasps your wrists and pulls them to his chest. "kissing an android?"

you shake your head. "no, kissing anybody."

his gaze is hard to escape. it falls heavily on the heat on your face. you don't know how to behave around a man who respects your boundaries so clearly, so deeply. he's not even upset that you're not willing to fuck him, let alone reciprocating a kiss.

"i haven't had too many experiences with romance, i'm afraid." you tell him.

"that's alright." he smiles, lifting your hand to his mouth. he presses a bare kiss on your palm, then your wrist. "that's completely fine. intimacy can be scary sometimes."

oh, how right he is.

it's scary enough to completely derail you from indulging what you want. scary enough to drive you away from romantic partners when given the chance.

but you're starting to see why Sandra did this. with someone who has no expectation for sex, it's easier to back away when things get too overwhelming. maybe you'll thank her later.

Kyle states, "but i promise to make sure that you enjoy it as much as you can if you want to continue."

you do.

you do want to continue. kissing him has brought you more joy than you felt in a long time. if you could spend every miserable day coming back to him and being granted the chance to kiss him again, you'd live this cycle for the rest of your life.

"could you... maybe..." you shyly inquire, hating the way your voice sounds. "kiss me again?"

but his eyes brighten. "of course, love. whatever you want."

he cups the back of your head and pulls you back to your mouth. when you end up on top of him, your hand instinctively presses against his chest for balance. you accidentally let out a noise as you do, a breathy apology melting into his lips as he doesn't stop kissing you. his tongue dips in your mouth, gently teasing, teeth nipping your bottom lip.

he swallows your moan and returns it with his own. your hands settle on his neck, trailing further to his nape. fingers play with the curls at the back of his head, drawing a heavy sound from his chest. he takes the lead, his warm tongue slipping through your teeth, gently grazing yours before he pulls away. leaving you a breathless, flustered mess.

"look at you..." he breathes, seemingly just as affected as you are. "absolutely gorgeous, my love."

you've never been gazed upon with such reverence. it's so jarring. such an odd thing on your skin. like it doesn't belong there. when you try to look away, he cups your cheeks and holds your soft gaze.

"we can do more." he says. "if you want to."

"you say that like you know i want to." you quip, rubbing your fingers through his scalp.

his eyes flutter and close, head tilting back. "well, all the signs are there."

"what signs?" you ask, curious to know what he sees.

"you're warm." he lifts his head. "your heart's racing. pupils are dilated." you hum in response. all he says makes sense and rings true. "and your cunt's throbbing against me."

you immediately lift yourself up off of him with a squeak and sit back on your side of the couch. pressing your legs together does absolutely nothing to ease the throbbing.

jeez, you didn't think he was that observant.

"it's nothing to be embarrassed about, love." his reassuring smile slightly eases your apprehension. "if it makes you feel better, i'm a little turned on too."

you don't mean for your eyes to quickly drift to his pants. the unmistakable tent is noticeably prominent. you shift your gaze away from him entirely.

"i..." you take deep, shameful breaths. "sorry."

"it's alright." came his soft response. you feel a hand on your arm. "come here, love. it's alright."

you let him guide you back atop his lap. he lays your head on his chest and rubs your back.

"you're alright." he coos gently. "i know you're scared, but you're alright. we'll go at whatever pace you want us to."

your eyes slowly close as your breaths slowing down. your arms wrap around his torso as he presses a gently kiss on your forehead.

alright. it's official.

you're keeping him.

things flow easily after that day.

you grow more confident in allowing his affection to wash over you like water. cute pet names don't make you flinch as much anymore. kisses on your cheek and forehead don't make your stomach as queasy.

he lets you sit on his lap nearly every day. whether to kiss him or watch a movie or for you to listen to him talk until you drift off into a quiet slumber, it doesn't matter to him. he treats you like a princess. he gives you all that you've denied of and more without expecting a too much in return. you're all too happy to give him as much kisses as he wants too. all too happy to let him hold you in his arms.

though, it's only weeks before you finally gather the courage to ask.

"can i see it?" it's quiet. nearly a whisper.

he doesn't look away from the tv, invested in the movie you're watching. Pride And Prejudice. when you said it was one of your favourite comfort films, he took to analyzing every second of every frame to understand why. "see what?"

suddenly, you feel guilty for disturbing him. it's only the second time he's seen the film, but he looks so focused. concentrating so hard to gather as much information about the one thing you like. it's... sweet. but you don't know if it's the programing in him or if some sentient part of him genuinely enjoys it. which is what makes you balk at the idea of veering his attention away.

you shake your head. "never mind."

"no, tell me." his head turns to you. he looks at you like he's been paying attention to you this entire time. like you're the only one he'll ever spare every ounce of his energy on. "what would you like to see?"

the request is... ridiculous. invasive, even, in your opinion. android or not, it doesn't feel right knowing that he'd do what you want whether or not he like it or wants to. it's difficult to separate him from the fact that he's your to do with as you want.

"can i see y..." the words die out in your throat. he gently rubs your arm, silently coaxing you to continue. "your cock?"

god, you hate Sandra for putting this one singular thought in your brain. you spot the smile threatening to stretch across his lips. he holds it back but he shows no negative reaction to what you want.

"sure." Kyle stands up, looping a thumb into the hem of his jeans. "do you want to take this off or should i?"

a moment passes as you contemplate. then you stand on your feet. "let me."

you bite your lip as your shaky hands reach for his belt. the sound of it clinking as you undo it prickles your skin. you're overly aware of his eyes on your face.

the zipper is dragged downwards. you pry the pants open and pull down a little. just like that, his shaft springs out. and holy fuck–

you make a strangled noise.

"you good, love?" he gently rubs your arms as you quickly draw away your hands.

you're still staring at it. why you're still staring at it? "mmhmm."

it's pretty as the rest of him. jeez, who made this guy?!

you stare, dumbfounded. shocked that you're shocked that his cock, standing long and proud, is pretty. long and thick and uncut with dark curls.

sweetheart.inc certainly took their time with him. they knew exactly what they were doing. you imagine someone being a fan of the video game, taking extra care on building every muscle, every tissue, every cell and knowing that you would like what you see.

they were right.

"do you want to touch it?" Kyle asks.

your eyes meet his. "do you want me to?"

"yes." the conviction in his voice leaves little room to argue with yourself.

you slowly reach of his cock. the velvety length of it soft to the touch, yet firm to hold. you trail back and forth from the base to the soft tip of it, stroking the vein along the side to the foreskin. there's a liquid that looks and feels exactly like cum that spills from the tip. you smear it all over the head.

you're surprised when he finally makes a low noise. when you glance at him, his eyes are closed and his head tilted back.

so he reacts the way any man does. interesting.

you run your fingers down the vein. he hisses softly that it startles you.

you quickly pull your hand away. "sorry."

"no, you're doing good." he speaks to shallow breaths.

the curious caressing draws more strained sounds from him. it's only when you gently cup his balls when he grabs your wrist.

"i have an idea." he says through a breathy tone. you look at him expectantly. "rub yourself all over me."

the thought brings a shudder down your spine. shocking you down to the core. he's never been this overtly forward. it makes you nervous.

"please?" even through your nerves, you don't know how you can deny those pretty brown eyes. "we don't have to fuck it'll feel good. promise."

you nod dumbly. "okay."

his fingers hook under your panties and pull them down to your feet. he's kneeling before you and helps you step out of them. but he stops for a moment, looking at your thighs.

"Kyle?" you prompt, gently touching the side of his head. your fingers traces the curls on his head and his ear. "what is it?"

his hand reaches the back of your thighs. he trails it up and down from just below your ass to your calf. your breath gets caught in your throat as he squeezes just a bit and looks up. gentle brown eyes meet yours. a sincere expression gracing his face.

"you're very beautiful, you know that?"

your shoulders drawn in, heat prickling your cheeks as you look away. "thank you..."

he leans forward to kiss your right thigh before he sits back. leaving you with shaky knees and shakier hands.

your breath trembles as you slowly plant a knee on either side of him. he pulls you closer by your hips until his cock is pressed between your cunt and his stomach.

"closer." he whispers, eyes holding yours. you can't look away, trapped in his soft gaze.

he makes it easy to fall into. easy to follow. he says he's here to do whatever you want but you don't think you could ever deny him what he wants. ever.

you bite your lip, shoulders drawing up in apprehension. his eyes drop to your mouth. his hand cups your cheek, his thumb pulling your lip free from your teeth.

"you're so pretty." he says it like a confession. a secret nestled between the very fibre of his coding. "god, you're so fucking pretty."

god, the way he looks at you...

your face blazes with heat and you look away.

he jerks his hips up. your small sound is all you hear in the quiet air when his cock drags between your folds. he grabs your hips and presses you down, earning another breathy moan.

"like that?" you nod vigorously and let him guide your movements. you hold onto his shoulders as he grinds up against your pussy.

his mouth sucks on your neck. teeth gently teasing your skin. your head tips back, mouth falling open, sounds falling more freely. his hands slip under your t-shirt, trailing up your skin. he doesn't attempt to remove the fabric, only opting to explore underneath.

his mouth plants kisses over the fabric. all the way from your collarbones to your breasts, nipples pebbled underneath, outlining on the surface.

your cunt drags deliciously against the length of his shaft, staining it with your fluids. tremors wrack your bones as you roll your hips to his rhythm. your eyes screw shut at the sparks prickling your nerves as your clit rubs back and forth against him.

a gasp escapes you when he suddenly shifts his body and lays you on your back. he lifts himself away from you, spreading your legs apart.

"you're so wet, baby." he bites his lip, gaze dropping to your cunt.

he gently slaps his cock against your pussy, drawing wet splats that are so embarrassing to comprehend. you hide your face in the crook of your elbow, struggling to restrain your mewl.

"don't hide from me, darling." he pins your hand above your head, leaning down to kiss you. "i want to see you."

your eyes flutter open while you breathe heavily. watching him. realizing that this was his plan all along. seducing you. getting you to open your legs enough for him to get past your fear of him.

you're not mad. you're not even surprised that you fell for it.

the tip notches at your opening and dips in. he moans the same time as you do, your eyes rolling back at the stretch. "oh, fuck..."

he pulls out and rubs the length of his shaft along your folds. then goes back to dipping right in. he repeats the process over and over until you're driven mad. and only then does he slip the tip in and gives a few shallow thrusts.

you rake your nails down his arm, mewling his name. his cock slides deeper while a thumb rubs slow circles around your throbbing clit. moans claw out of your throat as the fire rapidly builds. he presses your knees to your chest. his cock slips between your folds, dragging against your clit so deliciously, that heat sparks at the base of your spine.

this time, finally, when the tip presses inside, your loud yell couldn't be contained when he drives his cock in down to the hilt.

"fucking hell..." he buries his face into your neck. he slowly rocks his hips. "taking me so well, pretty girl..."

you hiccup through a tear sliding down your temple. your breath hitching as the tip easily grazes your cervix with each thrust. he brings his mouth to yours and hastens his pace, drawing out trembling mewls out from your lungs.

"that's it..." your eyes flutter and prickle with more tears as he presses kisses all over your face, whispering quiet praises, whispering sweet nothings. "that's my good girl. i love the way you sound. you're so good to me, baby. so fucking sweet."

you couldn't turn away if you tried. his hand grasps your jaw as he kisses you deeply, accepting the moans of his name, accepting your quiet submission. suckling on your lip before flicking his tongue against yours.

your legs curl around his, heels pressing against his ass to urge him forward. the hand holding your wrist down drags up until his fingers slip between yours. he lifts his head and holds your gaze, not even caring that the bed frame is banging against the wall.

the way he looks at you is a far cry from the way he batters your pussy like it's always been his to claim. his tongue swipe across your lips before he kisses you again while his hand squeezes a breast under your shirt.

you're pushed right to the edge. you feel his hand sliding down the pudge of your stomach and slipping between your folds to press hurried circles around your bud. you scream his name, the thread strung far and tight until it snaps and you slam into a blinding orgasm.

your back arches into a bow as you careen into the wave of pleasure. he fucks you through it until he too falls victim to it, groaning sharply between your breasts and snapping his hips one final time, bursting hotly inside your pulsing cunt.

you both lay there panting. he doesn't pull out. not yet. just balances his weigh on his elbows and lifts his head to kiss you one last time. you moan into his mouth and felt his smile. he peppers a kiss on your nose and finally, your forehead, absorbing your soft sigh. you giggle tiredly as he nudges his nose against your cheek and kisses your jaw.

he lifts his head to look at you again, his hand sliding up to wipe the sweat on your forehead and gently scratches his fingers into your hair. you admire his focus. his soft gaze. it makes you feel all sorts of warm.

"why do you look at me like that?" you ask, your hand running up and down his back.

"like what?"

"like you love me."

he pauses. eyes drifting from your hair to meet your gaze. he smiles, nudging your nose against his.

"it's not impossible to comprehend." he says and kisses you. "i was made to love you after all."

you melt into his mouth again. toes curling when he rocks his hips again and again, falling into the lazy rhythm.

you wouldn't find it hard to love him too.

at brunch the very next day, Sandra takes one look at you. a slow grin stretches across her lips.

"you fucked, didn't you?"

you hide your face behind your hands, biting your burning cheeks to stop fucking smiling like an idiot.

"best birthday gift ever, huh?"

"shut up, Sandra."

you'd die before you ever admit it out loud but...

god, you hate that she's right.

genuinely hope i have another gaz-induced dream soon💕

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Part 2

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Svt: Sci-fi Collab @idyllic-ghost

Synopsis: Automaton!IdolGroup!SEVENTEEN, on their journey to freedom.

Svt Dino: Light Of My Life, Treasure Of My Memories

Synopsis: Android!Dino x Researcher!Reader, RightPerson-WrongTime

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Svt Hoshi: Deserted @ihavethedreamiesx

Synopsis: Sci-Fi!Au, HookupOneNightStand, Strangers-To-Fucking

Svt wonwoo: Heat

Synopsis: Sci-Fi!Au, Acquaintances-To-Lovers

Svt Woozi: Desert Storms

Synopsis: Sci-Fi!Au, HookupOneNightStand, Strangers-To-Fucking

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Atz San: Keep Running And Don’t Look Back @ja3hwa

Synopsis: Dystopian!Au, AteezLore!Au, FreedomFighter!San x Runner!Reader

Atz Mingi: Mission Accomplished

Synopsis: Dystopian!Au, Cowboy!Mingi

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Atz: Operation Outlaw: before the boom @kwanisms

Synopsis: Fantasy!Au, Sci-FiWestern!Au, AnarchistResistanceGroup!Ateez, BikerGangOutlaw!Ateez, BonIdol!Au, Dystopian!Au

Atz San: 02:22: Carnival Of Lies

Synopsis: Anarchist!San, Sci-FiWestern!Au, BikerGangAnarchistOutlaw!Ateez, NonIdol!Au, Dystopian!Au, Cyberpunk!Au

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Svt Dk: $$60 Billion @onlyseokmins

Svt Dk: $$60 Billion II

Synopsis: Outlaw!LeeSeokmin, Trigun!Au, Action!Au, ApocalypticPost-Apocalyptic!Au, SpaceWestern!Au, SlightEnemies-To-Comrades-To-???

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Atz Hongjoong: Aphrodisiacs, Overstim @sanjoongie

Synopsis: AlienHunter!KimHongjoong x PilotHuman!Reader, Sci-fi!Au, Space!Au, Alien!Au, EstablishedRelationship, MatedPair

Atz Yunho: 03:32Am K.s.t. Outlaw Customs

Synopsis: MechanicOutlaw!Yunho x ShopOwnerMechanic!Reader, Cyberpunk!Au, FuturisticWestern!Au, Coworkers-To-Lovers

Atz Yunho: I Can Fix You

Synopsis: CrazyEvilGenius!Yunho x CyborgNaga!Reader, Coworkers-To-Lovers, Sci-Fi!Au, Hybrid!Au

Atz San: J’adorerais Du Lait, S’il Te Plaît

Synopsis: Android!ChoiSan x Owner!Reader, Sci-Fi!Au, Futuristic!Au, Android!Au, EstablishedRelationship, PowerDynamic

Atz Mingi: Pirate King

Synopsis: PirateKing!SongMingi x SeaWitch!Reader, SpacePirate-Au, Sci-Fi!Au, MagicalContract

Skz Felix: Mega Verse

Synopsis: Vigilante!Au, Undercover!Au, Enemies-To-Lovers

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Atz Yunho: Aurora @sorryimananti-romantic

Synopsis: Strategist!Yunho x Spy!Reader, Enemies-To-Lovers

Atz Wooyoung: Star 1117

Synopsis: Human!Wooyoung x Alienoid!Reader, SpaceApocalypse!Au

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Svt Scoups: Ghost In The Machine @strawberryya

Synopsis: Sci-Fi!Au, Ai-Idol!Au, Android!Seungcheol, FoundFamily

Svt Jeonghan: On The Contrary @wonuwoe

Synopsis: Android!Jeonghan x Human!Reader, Sci-Fi!Au, Ai-Idol!Au

Svt Joshua: Press Reset @1800dojaejung

Synopsis: Android!Joshua x HumanManager!Reader Star

Svt Jun: Desires Await @galaxystardragoness

Synopsis: Android!Jun x Hacker!Reader, AiAndroid!Au, LostLovers

Svt Hoshi: Daylight @lovelyhan

Synopsis: Android!Hoshi x Mechanic!Reader

Svt Wonwoo: Overset @drunk-on-dk

Synopsis: Android!Wonwoo x ResearchAndDevelopment!Reader

Svt Dk: Neutral Networks @wongyuseokie

Synopsis: Android!LeeSeokmin x Cyborg!Reader, Sci-Fi!Au

Svt Mingyu: Die With A Smile @hannyoontify

Synopsis: Husband!Mingyu, Dystopian!Au, Apocalypse!Au

Svt Mingyu: Fix You @smileysuh

Synopsis: Android!Mingyu, RoboticsBehavioralResearcher!Reader, WellnessCenter, Future!Au, PrometheanTheory

Svt The8: We’re All Made Of Stardust @synthetickitsune

Synopsis: Android!The8 x HumanMaker!Reader

Svt Vernon: Can’t Run Away @starlightkyeom

Synopsis: Android!Vernon x Smuggler!Reader, Sci-Fi!Au

Atz: Wørld Episøde Fin: Will @arafilez

Synopsis: SpySeries

Atz Hongjoong: 21:30, Captain And the Sparrow @anyamaris

Synopsis: RebelFactionLeader!Hongjoong x PrestigeInstructor!Reader, Colleagues-To-Lovers, Fantasy!Au

Atz Hongjoong, Yeosang: To The Wolves @potatomountain

Synopsis: RebelLeader!Hongjoong x Doctor!Reader x Rebel!Yeosang, Dystopia!Au

Atz Seonghwa: Blue Screen @crimsonbubble

Synopsis: Cyberpunk!Au, AndroidTechnician!Seonghwa x Android!Reader

Atz Seonghwa, Wooyoung: Secretive @flurrys-creativity

Synopsis: Sci-fi!Au, Space!Au

Atz Seonghwa: 4:57 Kst @galaxystardragoness

Synopsis: DecoyOutlaw!Seonghwa x IntelHacker!Reader, Cyberpunk!Au, Outlaw!Au, Futuristic!Au, NonIdol!Au

Atz Seonghwa: A Lesson Learned @mulloey

Synopsis: Western!Au, Husband!Seonghwa

Atz Seonghwa, Skz Bangchan: Point Of View @taeyongdoyoung

Synopsis: SpaceOpera!Au, ScienceFiction!Au, StarWars!Au

Atz Yeosang: Winter Blossom @atzfilm

Synopsis: Alien!Au, SecretRelationship!Au

Atz Yeosang: 20:00 @kpop-stories-21

Synopsis: Non-Idol!Au, Futuristic!Au, Dystopian!Au, Coworkers-To-Lovers, UndercoverRebel!Yeosang x DeliveryDriver!Reader, RebellionUprising!Au, UndercoverAgents

Atz Mingi: Dystopian!Au @ateezmakemeweep

Synopsis: RunawayTeenagers

Atz Mingi: Lovers On The Sun @byuntrash101

Synopsis: OutcastLovelessBandit!Mingi x Married!Reader, Outlaw!Au, Friends-To-Strangers-To-Lovers

Atz Mingi: 22:02 @wooyoungmybelovedhusband

Synopsis: Sniper!SongMingi x Spotter!Reader, FriendsWithBenefits-To-Lovers

Atz Wooyoung: 23:43 @thelargefrye

Synopsis: CyberpunkWestern!Au, AteezBikerGang!Au

Atz Jongho: 4:44 @all-about-kyu

Synopsis: EstablishedRelationship, Anarchy!Au

Atz Jongho: Talking To The Moon @livsateez

Synopsis: BountyHunter!Jongho, Galaxy!Au

Txt: How Would They Treat You During An Apocalypse? @donniehere

Txt Beomgyu: An Iron Man @niningtori

Synopsis: AndroidSexbot!Au

Skz Changbin: The Apocalypse @streetlight11

Synopsis: Apocalypse!Au, Enemies-To-Lovers

Skz Felix: Apocalypse @paintedstories

Synopsis: Survivor!LeeFelix x Survivor!Reader

[fishyvamp]

Loved the S.C.R.E.A.M unit / Android!Ghostface drabble!!

Would love an expansion to it, I definitely have some sort of 'thing' for robots

Gods me too Anon me too. I've always been a bit superstition(?) about machines, treating them more like living things rather then objects. The thought of a machine whose supposed to be emotionless slowly getting more and more obsessive. Wanting to hear you and feel you. Using their limbs to get you where they want. Especially if the robot isn't designed to seek it out. It's not in the process so why?

S.C.R.E.A.M is technically haunted. The anniversary of his death happen to be the same day you signed on. The same day your careful touch landed on his frame. Fingers splayed out on his chest as you explained to him the procedures you were going to do, just a doctor would for their patient. It flipped something in S.C.R.E.A.M., something that couldn't be picked up your scans because it's by design...

[mute-valve-protagonist]

couldn't decide on the colour

[mute-valve-protagonist]

wip

[sheeple]

I’ve been watching a gameplay of Detroit: Become Human again so bet your soft peach ass I am picking up on my Android!au again