May I request a romantic orientation that's affected by being xenic? I occasionally experience romantic attraction and am in a qpr, but I feel like my gender being related to robots and technology makes my attraction also... robotic? I'm not sure if that makes sense 😅
Feel free to deny though :D
(o゜▽゜)o☆ robomantic
a romantic orientation affected by your gender being tech-related. romance may feel robotic or even confusing to you
i hope this is similar to what you envisioned?? im a lil stupid but well. i did my best /hj
pls let me know if this has already been coined or if my flags are similar to another flag ! /gen
In which Cas goes to school with his new bumblebee bobby pins in his hair and faces some bullying for his choice, one of the last people he expected stands up for him (and kisses him), and he finds out people on the internet aren't all bad.
Words: 4233, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Supernatural
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte, Victor Henriksen, Dick Roman, Edgar (Supernatural)
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Additional Tags: Genderfluid Castiel, Bad Boy Dean, Bullying, Homophobia, Transphobia, Alternate Universe - High School, Happy Ending, Inspired By Tumblr
Every tool is a weapon (if you hold it right) by robomantic: Stiles is toxic, Sam is soulless (Teen Wolf x Supernatural)
Jeeves and the last Time Lord by shinealightonme: Shouldn’t work by really does (Doctor Who x Jeeves and Wooster)
Of Hunters and Hellblazers by KittyAug: Dean is more than a little starstruck when he meets the actual goddamn Hellblazer (Supernatural x Constantine)
Stories from the Fate verse by Lex_Munro: the F473 network is charged with protecting the time-stream. It’s not an easy job. (Marvel Universe x so many others)
The Art and Craft of Shutting (the fuck) Up by Letterblade: Tony Stark meets Captain Jack. PWP happens. (Avengers x Torchwood)
"Here for business, pleasure, or a little bit of both?"
India stared incredulously at the robot salesman. Black hair greased back to reveal the sharp widow's peak, a tweed jacket, and green everywhere on him that completed the image. He whistled while he spoke due to the large gap between his teeth. Nevertheless, the smile appeared to be frozen on his face.
He laughed saucily, eagerly rubbing his hands. "Well, little lady! I have quite an assortment for you! We have the latest models of androids and gynoids for whatever your taste may be. We have the MN and GL 2200 models that are virtually indistinguishable from your everyday human and the later models are even better!" He led her through a curtained doorway and back where there was already a crowd before her, perusing the droids.
Despite the obvious differences in gender, age, and sex; the patrons all inspected the stock similarly to each other. They prodded and pinched the synthetic flesh for sturdiness, squeezing joints and limbs for any malformation, and wrapping the droid arms around their bodies as if they were buying coats instead of robotic servants. Some, who were more daring in public, inspected certain physical points of interest.
The robot salesman led India to a lone android in the far corner. The face was generic, to say the least, but undeniably handsome with symmetrical features: high cheekbones, a straight nose, a wide forehead, and thin lips suitable for the composition of his features. The android stood erect, hands resting at his side and his eyes closed as if contemplating something of great importance. Had it not been for the wires attached to the android's back, India might have assumed that the android was actually a man training for the position of one of those English guards.
"It's a beauty, isn't it? Of course, I am able to change the face to resemble whoever you want it to look like. The voice, the personality, the hair colour, and even the complexion... all can be customized to what you want it be. No extra fee except for personal delivery and a year's worth of checkups at a discount for a first-time purchase of this model."
India wondered briefly for a moment if she would change the robot's appearance. Would it be wishful thinking if she created her own Adam from metal and wires? Or would it be considered normal if she had him fashioned after a celebrity or an unrequited love.
"Would you like to see other selections? Our fembots, gynoids, what have you?"
India turned to him. "Um... I think I'll stick with the androids. I just got out of a lease with about five other girls."
The salesman's eyes took on a look of understanding. "So... have you found a new place, already?"
India nodded her head, a smile breaking out in pride, "I just bought my own house uptown. A little pricey, but it's going to last!"
The salesman took a look at the model before them before he suggested looking at something that would make a great house-warming gift.
Obviously, the next model he showed her was not so impressive as the last model. There was an obvious mechanical appearance to him. Rather than synthetic skin, he had his original alloy casing. Apart from the colouration that made it clear that he was a metal man, he was still very man-like.
The salesman made a show of the robot.
"Now, I know he's not as impressive as the first, but he makes a great first-time bot for the first-time buyer. The metal may be off-putting but for a small extra fee, we can give him a brand new spanking paintjob that looks indistinguishable from human skin. Of course..." he made a show of knocking against the wide chest of the robot, resulting in a few hollow clangs, "he'll still be made of metal. But he's just as functional as any robot! He's got an AC and a heater built right inside him so he's guaranteed to make sure you're always comfortable. And just for you, little lady, because you seem like a nice girl; if you bring him right back here and purchase a new robot the same day, you can receive some credit towards your new robot!"
India had had only the intentions of window-shopping. But the longer she was surrounded in the robot emporium, the more tempted and willing she was to buy that day. "Um... could I look around for the other models? I'd like to see what my options are." she requested.
"Of course, little lady! Take a look all around! Whatever you like! If you need any help, just ask any of my helpers!" With that, the salesman left.
India looked high up to the skies, dozens of robots stood on the shelves. She counted maybe five more robots behind each one she saw.
She had left a house of women when she was first eighteen to learn abroad. She had left another house of women when she caught her boyfriend cheating with about three of them and already making eyes eyes on the other two. She had returned home only to leave it again for a new nest.
The two story, two bedroom, and one and a half bathroom house had left her in the red. But she had always wanted her own robot. It would make the loneliness of the new house more bearable and she had always been fascinated with the applications of machinery. A child intrigued by a new toy.
She must have spent more time than she had originally thought.
"Are you looking for something in particular, miss?"
She turned around, half expecting to see a human face; instead she was greeted by a metal face. She jumped, almost startled out of her skin.
The robot recoiled back. "Goodness! Miss, I'm sorry for the scare! I didn't mean to startle you." It displayed a vague semblance of shame and embarrassment despite the fact that its face had only the dual lens for eyes and a square opening that resembled a mouth.
She noticed how expressive its hands were.
It straightened itself up, though there was still an air of nervousness about it. She had seen robots act confident, suave, authoritative; but she could not recall any time that she had seen someone program their robot to be... so awkward.
"You have been here for about three hours, miss. Do you require any assistance?"
India thought for a moment.
She definitely must have been the in the robot emporium longer than she had thought; there was not any other sound except for the whirring of gears from the robot's form. Then she answered it, "I didn't expect to see so many robots. But, which robot might suit me?"
The robot put a pensive knuckle to its chin. It dipped its head forward slightly, the optic lens focusing like that of a camera being turned off. "That really depends on you, miss. What is your reason for buying a robot?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "I just really want one. I don't really know what I'm looking for. I just know that I want a robot. Maybe you could tell me more about some of the robots around here. The model and year and company hardly mean a thing to me. I just want a robot."
The robot appeared more timid. "Well, I can tell you about any robot you want." He turned to an android close by. "Take this one for instant, it's hands can function as a little mini grill! Perfect for those unexpected picnics at the beach. And...."
Cockiness Author: Robomantic Words: 7,540 Dean/Castiel NC-17 Summary: Dean didn’t usually come to this kind of place, but Sam had given him the puppy dog eyes and argued and pleaded and even bribed him with pie. He was seeing some new girl who apparently very into the alternative burlesque scene and she had invited them to come see a show on her night off. Aka: The one where Dean sees his first burlesque show, learns that male burlesque performers are a thing, and tries a lot of new (sexual) things. Also my Castiel underwear kink makes an appearance because I'm weakkkk. Keywords: Need a PWP break after tonight's episode? Here's an AWESOME one!
Castiel can't wait to show Dean what's he's learned. Epic angel sex ensues and Dean is thoroughly impressed. Misha didn't teach him that trick with the wings, though. That's all Cas.
Words: 3401, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 2 of Inter-dimensional Sex Ed
Fandoms: Supernatural
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Dean didn’t usually come to this kind of place, but Sam had given him the puppy dog eyes and argued and pleaded and even bribed him with pie. He was seeing some new girl who apparently very into the alternative burlesque scene and she had invited them to come see a show on her night off.
Aka: The one where Dean sees his first burlesque show, learns that male burlesque performers are a thing, and tries a lot of new (sexual) things. Also my Castiel underwear kink makes an appearance because I'm weakkkk.
Words: 7540, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Supernatural
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester, Kali (Supernatural), Ava Wilson, Meg Masters, Original Female Character
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester/Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Burlesque, First Time, Anal Sex, Size Kink, Underwear Kink, Rimming, Fingerfucking, Top Castiel, Bottom Dean, just a little comeplay
