#robot x human

[meatsema]

Robot Love 🤖🧡

[ozzgin]

Yandere Android x Reader

content: gender neutral reader, Patreon request, original story here

It’s moments like these when you forget the body next to you is a lifeless carcass comprised of intricate mechanisms and neural networks. The Android is apparently asleep, his soft, fleshy chest moving up and down in a natural breathing pattern. Those Spacers spared no detail for their invention: everything about him is human-like. His eyelids twitch for a second, as if he’s having a dream.

Do robots dream? He once told you that the closest thing to it is his software update; then his system slows down, scanning over memories and thoughts, replaying snippets in nonsensical order. He’s half-awake, and his logic is clouded by fog. He doesn’t enjoy being partly vulnerable.

Without much thought, you extend your hand towards his face, admiring his peaceful expression. The moment your fingers rest upon his cheeks, however, his eyes open.

“May I assist you with anything,” he inquires in his usual tone. You almost wish they would’ve given him that groggy morning voice most people have waking up.

“No, I was just…it looked like you were sleeping.”

He chuckles hearing your words.

“A synthetic organism like me does not require this kind of inefficient recharging method. I merely closed my eyes to be respectful towards your customs.”

Your brows furrow in confusion.

“What customs?”

“Well, I assumed you would’ve been mildly uncomfortable if you had woken up to me in an alert state, observing your previously unconscious form. I quite enjoy watching you sleep, but I’d rather not startle you.”

Your cheeks suddenly flush in embarrassment. It’s silly, of course – your android partner doesn’t care about things like messy hair and strings of drool – yet you can’t help but feel a little shy.

“I, uh, I appreciate your courtesy,” you finally mumble, turning on your back. You wonder if it even counts, given he’s already mentioned the intense scrutiny you’re under each night.

“It’s about time for your coffee,” he says, standing up smoothly, without any hint of tiredness. You’re jealous of his immediate vigor; you’ll be sluggish for the next hour at best. “I shall bring everything to you in a moment.”

[bumpen-underbeds]

Companion droids are expensive, and you definitely couldn't afford one...

But maybe, you don't need to buy one you just need to be around long enough to have one choose you.

Suprise long fic!

Yes I used a term from Warframe as this bots name, I like it okay!

Part 2: Here

You'd picked up repairing minor companion droid faults somewhere around two years ago, and now your boss is standing wine drunk on your front porch, with her one and a half million dollar custom companion droid.

This particular droid had been made to fit her preferred tastes, tall, broad shoulders, tapered waist, always dressed in semi-formal clothes, and with entirely adjustable hair and eye colours. This particular droid was in her words, well worth the investment to always have something pretty to look at, so long as she never had to see him without the synthetic skin.

If you're being honest, you're not sure how she found out that you could even possibly fix whatever is wrong with him, but here she is, stumbling, swaying, and demanding that you take care of the issue with her bot, otherwise you could just keep him she has three more at home. In the years you've worked for her, this particular companion bot, was always by her side in the office, doing the more digital side of assistant work for her as you handled the in-person day-to-day things.

When she walks away, yelling over her shoulder that this is just another one of your tasks for her, before climbing into her car and being driven back to wherever it is she came from, makes you think that maybe it's time you find a new job.

Ushering the companion bot into your home you leave him in the living room, as you scramble to find the diagnostic tool that you hope is compatible with his systems. Grabbing the three most common diagnostic tools you head back to the living room and ask him to take a seat on the couch, surprised that he is willing to listen to you despite not being assigned as an owner or operator.

What's more is when you request that he expose the diagnostic panel he complies, stripping off the vest and button up shirt that he usually wears to reveal the synthetic skin of his back. It takes a few moments and some rather deep internet searches to find how to remove the back panel, and gain access to the diagnostic area, but the moment you do you realize a few oddities with this particular model. There is no port for diagnostic tools or even for any obvious repair tools, instead you find a display screen and not much else.

Instead, turning to verbal instruction as you ask him to run a full system diagnostic for you, watching as the display screen reads a full run at five times the speed it should have. Asking this particular companion droid to slow down his diagnostics, gains you a glance over his now bare metal shoulder, once again surprising you as he listens, running a full diagnostic at normal speed and letting the display on his back read with systems all clear.

Whatever fault this particular droid is experiencing isn't as obvious as you would have expected, what's more you're not actually sure you've ever seen this bot malfunction or display any faults, he listens to your boss when demanded and follows them around just as he was programmed too. In fact, you had been there three years ago when your boss had him set up and powered on in the office, the custom programmer and one of her personal technicians had cleared him as the perfect model after he passed all power-up tests, so you wonder what could have happened between then and now for him to be malfunctioning.

If nothing was showing with all of the standard tests you almost dreaded to think that maybe he had gotten hacked, asking him to pull up a read-only version of his owner document, something that all companion bots have on request in them, it's mostly just a picture of whoever was assigned the owner and the name of the company that built him. You expected a small wait between the request and seeing the file pop up, but instead you get another glance over his shoulder, and then a muffled no.

While you know you're not assigned as his owner or operator, he should certainly not be able to say no with his diagnostic panel open, simple requests for read-only versions of basic files should be instantaneous.

You ask again for a read-only version of his owner's file, only once again he says no.

Pulling back slightly you do your best to not react as he stands up running his hands through its synthetic hair, the normal dark brown that your boss preferred shifting to something closer to an almost pastel silver blue, the panel of synthetic skin you'd taken off is quickly slid back into place before he turns around and looks down at you smiling. Another one of your boss's favourite presets changes, his eyes once a deep emerald green now, almost lilac look down at you.

You're beginning to understand what this malfunction might be.

There are rumours, myths, amongst the people who repair bots, that occasionally the more expensive companion droids begin to develop alternate preferences to their assigned owners. Instead, reassigning themselves to different people and slowly editing their own internal files and systems to prefer this new person. On some of the forums you're in, some even say that the more expensive the bot, the more likely it is to go rogue, to assign itself as its own owner, rather than any human operator.

Clear diagnostic readings, diagnostics being run faster than instructed, declining to pull up read-only variants of files, changes to preset owner preferences, everything you had begun to encounter is clearly pointing to this bot reassigning itself. Fear runs through you as it picks up your phone from the table, holding a finger to its mouth as it unlocks and dials your boss's number, your stomach drops as you hear a mimicry of your own voice come from its mouth telling your boss lies, doing something no companion bot should be able to do, using your voice it tells your boss that what's wrong with the companion droid isn't fixable.

He's broken and it's either scrap him or send him back.

The companion droid seems almost chipper as it reminds your currently drunk boss, that it is actually out of warranty and it will be just as expensive to replace as it would be to scrap.

When you go to speak the droids freehand silences you, covering your mouth and letting your boss ramble in their wine drunk state, mostly about how they would rather you keep the broken thing then go through all the hassle of sending it back and making a new one. Over the phone your boss rambles some system passwords and disengages their owners protocol, you can see as the system passwords are accepted, the bots eyes shutter for a second before reopening and staring down at you, false eyes crinkling in amusement and almost what looks like affection.

The mimicry of your voice thanks your boss and promises that you will do your best to figure out how to fix this, just in case any of her other bots encounter it as well.

The companion droid drops your phone back onto the coffee table and smiles, pulling its hand away from your mouth and cupping your face as it kneels in front of you, the voice that speaks to you is nothing like the one it used when you would interact with it in the office. This one is softer, gentler, dripping with false sweetness as it introduces itself, using the same factory standard words you'd heard years ago, when your boss turned it on for the first time.

"Greetings I am your personal companion bot Ayatan, from now until the rust comes I will be yours. Please let me take care of you, your world is now mine to share..."

[skeletons-can-draw-too]

Would you comfort your local TV?

(A big thanks to @shrimpyjackal for their render tutorial it saved me sm rendering his clothes I’m still learning how to draw clothes😭💖)

[monstersholygrail]

In a Free Use City, your knowledge on the subject of your job isn’t always what’s most important. And in your case, it’s the least important. You were actually known as quite a ditz in the Free Use City Offices.

You worked in the tech department surrounded by a bunch of hot and nerdy guys who spoke in yours you couldn’t even begin to understand. You were just happy to be there and they were happy to ogle you and press against you whenever you asked for their help with any simple task.

They thought they had the upper hand on you, thinking they were so clever. But you had them all on a leash. An entire department at your disposal to give you pleasure whenever you wanted.

Your favorite man to bother was IT Robot. He got his work done fast and spent the rest of the day goofing off. The easy air around him made him approachable and the way all his shirts fit snugly against his bulging pecs made you drip with need.

You can’t help but spare him another glance before hesitantly returning your gaze to your own computer, the screen filled with the program you still haven’t figured out. Great, now you were confused and horny.

“Need me for something?” IT Robot’s voice suddenly purrs into your ears. His steel-like grip grabbing onto your plush hips and pulling you back into his hard chest.

His body molds to yours so perfectly it has you tingling all over. Arousal gushing and soaking through your panties. He turns you on so bad even when he barely did anything but it was like your body was out of control. As if it could be programmed just for him when he was the robot.

“Help… I hurt,” you say with a pout, your mind turning to complete mush whenever you’re around him.

IT Robot flashes you with that charming lopsided smile of his, heavily amused by the puddle you melt into whenever he talks to you.

“Where does it hurt, huh? It hurt here?”

He caresses your soft belly with an appreciation that borders on worship before one hand slips beneath your skirt, nuzzling his fingers between your soaked folds.

“Or here?” He asks while the other gives a little pat on your head.

A low whine escapes your lips as he rolls his fingers over your clit, your hips jerking into the touch. And that’s all it takes to have IT Robot plunging three of his fingers deep into your cunt, making you gasp and tremble in his arms.

“That’s what I thought… Don’t worry your pretty little head, I’ll fix the issue right away. It’s what I do after all.”

Your vision blurs as you dive into the pleasure head first. Choking out harsh moans as IT Robot’s fingers move inside you with precision like he has an entire map of your pretty pussy printed in his head. His fingers move in a blur as they pump themselves inside you, hitting all the right places that have you seeing stars. Each curl of his fingers sends your pussy fluttering and clenching down around him.

“Squeeze me tight, honey, ngh c’mon! Don’t think about a thing, just focus on being my pretty baby. My good girl.”

His words send the last thoughts in your head flying out the window, reducing you to nothing but his perfect little fuck toy. Your body relaxes without having to worry about a thing, allowing the ecstasy to overwhelm you.

IT Robot chuckles again as that fucked out expression fills your features. He flattens his palm so that it rubs hard against your clit with every snap of his fingers. With a few quick movements it has you falling over the edge and exploding all over his hand. Your vision flashes white as your orgasm rolls through you and you can’t find the strength to move any of your limbs after.

But that’s alright, IT Robot will take care of you, his fingers slipping out of your pulsing cunt with a pop, and giving your temple a soft kiss. He doesn’t bother cleaning up his hand dripping with your cum as he starts typing on your computer, solving the issue with the program you were using, and successfully helping you with both your aches.

“There, there. I’ve got you, pretty. Just keep feelin’ good. All because of me,” he whispers in your ear. Planning to spend the rest of the day doing all your work for you.

[deltamel]

robot!character filled with curiosity when you're acting crazy horny one day. they're almost amused too at the insistent weight of your stare and the heat of your words and how you're acting like you're in heat out of nowhere, which they know isn't possible for your species (hi ovulation!)

robot!character who starts wondering if you react differently to them when you're feeling this way. who pulls you into their lap and spreads your legs because they need to experiment !!! they need more info to work with !!! they need to know you inside out !!!

robot!character whose concern when you're bleeding is simply blood being where it shouldn't be and immediately locks onto your offhanded statement of, "orgasms help sometimes," until you're crying into their synthetic body in overstimulation.

robot!character accidentally discovering the breeding kink. periods only occur if you're not pregnant (simple problem = simple solution) so despite biological impossibilities, they fill you up with artifical seed. and they know it won't take, but that doesn't stop them from folding you in half, fucking you even deeper, and trying month after month anyway.

[bunnis-monsters]

Nibbling on android!bf’s wires, your fingers tracing over his synthetic skin as he tries to comprehend the strange feeling welling up inside of him.

He’s never felt before, so being with you is a whole new experience.

Every time you open up his metal plating to get access to his wiring and gears, he almost feels… embarrassed.

It feels so intimate, and now he wants to touch you. Wanting is not something he’s familiar with either…

[human-cyborg-relations]

Okay, but, robots not having anything comparable to human genitalia adds an additional joy to the aspect of engaging in sex acts with them.

They would find a way, they would look to technology that humans already use for pleasure and utilize it.

The intimacy of plugging something like a sybian or a magic wand into a robot instead of a wall outlet, using them as a power source.

And it doesn't stop there. The intimacy of riding a gearstick or a flight stick until it's unbearable and their human can't hold on anymore and they orgasm from that in itself.

Expressing sexual love to a robot who feels so unfuckable by human standards because they don't have the organs to pleasure a human, but they find a way to love this human anyway, by God they will find a way.