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I Love You, Miss Robot [Programmed Just to Please]

PART OF 814 KINKTOBER - DAY 26: SEX ROBOT

landoscar | explicit | 13.9k

Deep in the recesses of Lando's brain, he knows and is fully aware that Oscar is simply a complicated number of ones and zeros, coded to create the perfect virtual partner. It should scare him—terrify him, really. That's what most of those sci-fi movies he'd grown up watching were about. He thinks of Ex Machina for a second and shudders, remembering the way the robot just left him there. But as Lando straddles Oscar's thighs, he isn't thinking about that. He isn't thinking about the possibility of a hostile android takeover. No, Lando is too busy thinking about how fucking pretty his new toy is going to look painted in his come.

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Landito ☀️ how r we feelin baby? u still wna play? Heat prickled up the back of Oscar's neck, brutal, matching the flush on his cheeks. He picks up the phone, holding it to his chest. He's trying to be as discreet as possible, but Alex is next to him and he looks like the cat that got the cream. Knowing. Oscar All good. Just nervous. Oscar keeps his phone in hand, watching as the text bubble blinks at him, Lando's phone face down across from him. The bubbles taunt him, before he watches Lando's hand lock the phone. The bubbles go away. Eyes bore a hole into the side of his head, George and Alex watching him. He feels like a caged bird, or maybe a rabbit that's been cornered and trapped in its burrow. They were foxes, waiting to grab him. Wolves, the lot of them. Oscar keens for it. He follows in Lando's footsteps, locking his phone to set it back on the table. "Y'know," Alex hums. "S'not very polite to use your phone at the dinner table, Oscar, now is it?" George makes a noise of agreement, pursing his lips and shaking his head. He's shoveling a mouthful of chicken cacciatore into his mouth, chewing politely before he speaks. "No, it's not. You really should know better, Oscar. Thought you'd have learned by now…" Shame and guilt burns through his stomach. It was one thing for it to be Lando scolding him. That, he could handle for the most part; swallow down the rush of curling arousal and the hot embarrassment that rose up the back of his throat. George and Alex were another story. Oscar can't remember how exactly they had gotten involved. It was more of a look, don't touch situation, anyways, but it didn't make their poking and prodding any less… hot. They didn't demand absolute obedience in quite the way Lando did. The other two didn't care that much. They just loved to instigate. They were shit stirrers, living for the way Oscar's eyes went all wide and his breathing got a little heavier. "What do you say to George, Oscar?" Lando finally speaks from the other side of the table. Oscar winces, squeezing his eyes shut. "I'm sorry, George," he mumbles, soft and under his breath. He can feel the way his cock has started to fatten up again, preening under everyone's watchful eyes. Oscar swallows, reaching up to fiddle with the top button of his shirt. Lando traces the movement, mouth pulling into the slightest smirk. Oscar jumps when he feels Lando's foot tap the inside of his own again. It's slight, a question. He's checking in. Oscar blinks twice; a small, nonverbal affirmation. Lando just grins.

not exactly an exciting snippet, but this is for foot fic for the last day of kinktober! (yes george and alex are involved. no i will not be elaborating) ((i will be elaborating)) after which, i will b taking a well deserved break from writing!

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The static jolts over the noise machine, buzzing for a moment. It swells, getting louder. Oscar winces. It aches in his ears, like nails on a chalkboard, at this volume. His teeth rattle, clenching together. "O—c—r." His eyes snap open. He wishes he could turn his head to look at the noise machine, confusion surely painting his features. Everything is still fuzzy when he blinks and the sharp pinprick of wire still curls over delicate skin. He waits, trying to see if it really was what he thought it was. Then, it comes again. "Os—r." The syllables are jumbled, like when you're trying to talk to someone going through a tunnel and the service drops on your cellphone. "—Scar." A shiver runs through every inch of Oscar's body. There's no way this is happening. "Oscar." It's sharp and rushed, like it's spoken by something with a wicked, pointed tongue. Oscar thinks he feels himself tearing up. It was the sleeping pills. They weren't working, neither were the anxiety meds and this is what he gets for cutting them off cold turkey. The voice comes through the machine again, the static warbling into something that sounds a bit sweeter, softer. Oscar's eyes soften at the edges, mouth now parted in a 'O' shape. "Ossscarrr," the voice coos. It's low, from what he can tell. Low and smooth, the edges of the vowels and consonants wrapping delicately and with purpose. "There you are." A tear slips from one of Oscar's eyes, watching as a shadow crosses overhead, misshapen and malformed. If he didn't know any better, he'd think he saw horns. But, he knows better. He does. This isn't real, it's just… It's just a hallucination. Yeah, that's it. The last time he spoke with someone, they discussed maybe, possibly dosing him with anti-psychotics. Just to see if it would help with the hallucinations and the voices he swore he wasn't hearing.

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WIP WEDNESDAY!

(i know it isn't wednesday but i have not been writing for a few days bc i've been busy with work. i was tagged by @oopslandiia, @mintraindrop, and @nxlx96!!!)

pls enjoy this snippet from my pleasure bot!oscar fic i'm working on for 814's kinktober :)

It's asked so matter-of-factly that Lando feels like he's been smacked. It weighs heavy in his belly, like a stone, as shame prickles up his neck again. His eyes fall to the floor as Lando shifts side to side, nervous. He feels silly for feeling nervous, too. He doesn't know why he feels so… weird. This thing is just a robot. He can put it to sleep if he really wants to! But, you know what they say… Curiosity killed the cat. Lando nods, tentatively, with his hands clasped in front of his belly. It's how he stands when he thinks he's done something wrong. The yelling doesn't come, though. Instead, Oscar just smiles at him. Someone has decided that a robot needed dimples and Lando doesn't want to think about that for too long. "If you would like for me to perform sexual acts of pleasure on you, all you have to do is tell me what you would like me to do." Oscar now mimics Lando's posture, letting its hands rest over its crotch. Does it even have a crotch? He had to pick out the dick size, pube length, what its balls would look like, and the skin color, so it must have one… But, it could also be like a Ken doll… Lando shudders to think about that. Lando makes a shocked face, mouth forming a soft 'O' as he takes in that information. He feels a bit… giddy, at the idea of Lando just saying he wants to have sex and that he can get it. No questions asked. Then, he turns that thought over in his head… His face scrunches up, a bit disgusted by that. Oscar wasn't a person, but he looked like one… He acted like one. He couldn't… he couldn't just use him… "Is that a sufficient answer, Lando?" Oscar's voice is still a bit stilted, words robotic (no pun intended) as he says them, like his voice box or whatever hasn't yet warmed up completely. "Uh… Is that not, like, I dunno. Is that not weird?"

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headcanons?!?! for this fic?? yes plsss

EEP SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG!! this is more like. the aftermath of the fic :3

post-sex, lando absolutely ruins oscar's life. oscar's essentially sold his soul to lando because of that bite. it's not like a vampire thing. oscar won't turn into a demon or anything, but if he dies, he is lando's for all eternity and they will be together in hell.

oscar is deeply okay with the aforementioned eternity-in-hell-with-lando.

mark absolutely sees the bite on oscar's neck and tries to fuck him again because he's possessive and ugly but lando is uglier and more possessive.

"hello, my darling, little lamb. i have a gift for you." and it's mw's hand in a box with the wedding ring still on :)

lando is 100% making oscar unhinged. remember in the fic where he was thinking terrible, mean things about his psychiatrist? yeah that only gets worse. but, remember. oscar is okay with this. he loves lando, and while lando cannot love, he can be deeply obsessive and territorial. oscar is his. his darling boy. his favorite of the flock.

oscar has a bella swan moment where he's like, "i'm going to grow old and you're going to think i'm gross and then i'm going to die and i'm going to be stuck like that forever. wouldn't you rather keep me young and beautiful forever?"

and lando, in all of his obsession with oscar, tells him, "my precious lamb, it is not yet your time. but, when it is, i will be the one to steal your last breath. then, you will be mine for eternity. i will want you then just as i want you now. no one will ever taste the way you do. no one will satiate me the way you do. you're mine, bound to me. i chose you."

(oscar definitely keeps whining about wanting lando to take him to hell with him...)

and and and!!! lando is extremely protective of oscar. not in the hot YA kind of way. in the way that, like, if anyone even utters a bad word about oscar and lando gets wind of it, he presents oscar with a trophy (some body part or possession they wore on their person). remember, they're attached. lando goes everywhere with oscar, whether you can see him or not, and he hears everything.

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so kinktober day 31 will b postponed until tomorrow, probably. i got super busy this last week or so and havent really had time to sit down and write so unfortunately foot fic wont b out till tomorrow or sunday… do not throw tomatoes at me please

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would yall get mad at me if i make this fic service top!ojp and power bottom!ln...

YES!!! this is Not ur brand (ur literally wrong i love service top osc...)

no babygirl!!! this is canon!!!

Voting ended onOct 27, 2025

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trying to remember to use it/its for pleasure bot!osc... banging my head on a wall!!!