plot: as a frequently lost semibot, you often got into all sorts of trouble, but you never quite expected to get handled in this kind of way — themes: x gn!reader, yandere monster, we are a robot in this one, invisible monster fucking, noncon, abduction — w.c: 1.4k
pairing: the hidden (r.e.p.o) x gn!semibot reader
kinktober masterlist • on ao3
The Museum of Human Art was a strange place to be lost, with so many wide, dark rooms and winding pathways that seemed to lead nowhere at all. You could have also sworn that you were being watched, but your group was nowhere near you on the radar, and from what you could see, there was no immediate threat in the vicinity.
And just as you were about to dismiss it as paranoia entirely, a shiver ran through your frame before you could even process what it was. Without giving you a moment to collect yourself, invisible arms wrapped around your form, reeling you into a soft pane that almost felt organic. Instinctively—as it had been programmed into you—you kicked your limbs in protest in an attempt to flee, but whatever it was that caught you didn’t seem interested in letting go.
Indeed, you struggled to very little avail: whatever gripped tightly around you didn’t even have a physical, visible form. Perhaps it was concealed rather, or camouflaged, but no matter the case, the embrace hadn’t faltered once. All you could do was reluctantly accept the ride as the creature—perhaps human from the cadence of its laughter—ran away with you into a place you hadn’t yet explored.
Something within your artificial shape must have short-circuited during, too, for you didn’t feel as greatly afraid of being held onto by this entity as you did when facing everything else that lurked in the dark in places like these.
There was a tenderness to its touch that you didn’t understand—
—even if you shouldn’t have registered it to begin with—
—for you weren’t designed to feel.
(Just as the taxman had told you many times before.)
(Even if it did feel nice to be hugged.)
Before you could over-process everything too much, however, the creature holding onto you plopped you down, leaving you to stumble in your landing. You lurched forward in an attempt to steady yourself, but you weren’t operating at an optimal level anymore: your artificial health had taken a hit, as did your stamina meter.
But that was the least of your worries, for the invisible creature that brought you here hadn’t left yet. You could tell at this point that there were a pair of unseen eyes focused on you with an intensity that set off something that registered as close to unease. Then, it resumed its embrace, coiling you back to what you presumed to be its chest with twice the force as before, and so tightly too, with your shell beginning to malfunction. The sound of waning metal started to overwhelm you as you attempted to pull free, but no matter how hard you fought, your freedom wasn’t close.
Finally, your efforts wavered, and you sagged against the creature in defeat.
Albeit curiously—thinking that you had nothing to lose at this point—you tried to communicate with the entity.
“Release requested,” you spoke, blinking in surprise at the sound of your voice. Communication with the other semibots was seldom necessary, so it threw you ever so slightly off guard.
The creature responded with a questioning grunt, but it seemed to understand that you were asking to be let go.
“My function is disrupted,” you continued, starting to wonder if your escape was even a possibility to begin with. A strange sensation enveloped your body, too, as its invisible fingertips traced along your exterior, the movement slow and deliberate.
You paused as you tried to process what it was doing.
“M-must return to objective,” you stammered, unsure as to why.
“P-please release—”
But then the entity hummed intelligently that time, as if considering your proposal. The monsters that otherwise roamed around in the places you travelled to were anything but smart and often had their straightforward ways of being dealt with, but something about the way it sounded just then gave you pause. It didn’t seem hostile, but its intentions weren’t great either.
You froze, too, as its hands started to feel around you once more, meddling with your own circuits and slipped wires that had been teased loose from the rough way it carried you before.
“Unit is compromised—”
“—diagnostic evaluation required…”
Though this time you weren’t as concerned. The entity seemed to know roughly what it was doing, and by the time it had finished, it managed to restore your hit points and stamina somewhat for you, successfully fixing your predicament.
“Correction… effective,” you spoke, sounding almost pleasantly surprised.
The entity seemed to be pleased, gentling its hold on you, before feeling around your artificial body once more.
You froze at the sensation, unable to read into its intentions too well, until it pulled you closer and you could feel the presence of something firmer pressing into your shell.
Something warm and organic.
Was this thing… exhibiting arousal?
“This unit is not a biological life form,” you tried to say, but the monster didn’t seem to care.
Instead, it seemed determined to rub itself on you; panting, grunting, and sometimes laughing with that same maddening cadence as before. It wasn’t like it was the end of the world for you—since no, you weren’t technically alive—but you still had the capacity to understand what was going on.
So, rather than it being a violating act, it simply felt strange for this monster to rub its length against you, sliding what you presumed to be his cock up and down your smooth exterior. It did so in a clumsy, desperate rhythm that wasn’t practiced at all, but then stopped suddenly, as if in realisation from fumbling around the cusp of your speakers.
You could somewhat understand its thought process:
Your speakers were your communication center, so for anything organic, it could perceive it as a mouth or just an opening in general. As it eased its arousal into the interior of your shape, you felt its arousal in full.
The way your inner body worked was that you spoke under a speaker-based system, so your insides were tapered. This likely felt nice for the monster as it sawed in and out of you, even if it was just a cold, hollow tube, but from the way it exerted itself—from the way it moaned alone—you could tell it was having a good time.
However, you could only stay still, because what else was there to do?
Perhaps what you were feeling was annoyance, if you had to assign your processing to an emotion. Your body wasn’t exactly equipped for this sort of thing, with your vision spiralling as it rutted into your tubing, dimming your sensors and all sorts of other things that it knocked around in there with each repeated pressed impact.
Then, a final movement caused you to nearly malfunction again entirely as it plunged itself extra deep into you, a low, content moan escaping its lips and filling the empty silence with a sated sigh of completion. Something hot flooded into your system, but luckily leaked out of your body before you could think too much about.
The creature held on tight against you as it settled from its needs being met, too, seeming to resume the way it felt around your skin in a way that felt almost tender and soothing.
However, not too long after, an alert popped up on your radar: the final extraction point had been cleared, and your team (or what was left of it) was heading back to the truck.
Thinking that perhaps the creature was done with what it had wanted to do, you tried to stand up from its embrace.
But it didn’t let you.
“Departure is mandatory; the objective has been fulfilled,” you tried to say.
Then you paused as its grip tightened, slowly reeling you back to its body once more.
“Delay will cause malfunction and error, potential self-destruct is imminent—”
But as you explained your predicament, a voice as clear as day, intelligent and spoken with an eerie calm, tore through the air:
“You don’t get to leave.”
You froze, trying to emphasise the issue.
“Self-destruct is imminent to deserters—”
However, the creature then said something that silenced you altogether, “I rewired you,” it promised, tightening its hold around you, pulling you close to its chest that had a real heartbeat drumming away inside.
A warning sounded in your head, telling you that destruction was to be finalised in:
3…
2…
1..
But no such conclusion came, proving that his tampering with your system was true.
“You’ll stay with me forever,” it promised.
A cold chill ran through you, like a real shiver. On one hand, you were thankful that you didn’t have to endure the taxman’s lectures, but on the other hand, you were afraid, because something beyond your comprehension had trapped you in here with it.
