What has become of my Greedlerbot in my yangears rps?
I have one rp where Greedlerbot is curious, and willing to learn anything and everything to please a very wild and perverted Wantsler.
And I have this other rp that started the same way... but after seeing that Wantsler likes boobs as much as dicks, now Greedlerbot is considering getting breast "upgrades."
No wonder I believe Steampunk would be worried of Wantsler corrupting Greedlerbot! So far in my rps the bot has gotten spider bites piercings and fake tits!
A WantslerxGreedlerbot rp. Starring bluezey as Greedlerbot and straponmoustache as Wantsler.
Prompt: Wantsler introduces Greedlerbot to a tattoo parlor, where they watch tattoo artists in action and Greedlerbot gains “upgrades.” Then they retire at Wantsler’s place where things are revealed.
I don't normally post rp sessions, but I like the idea of Greedlerbot getting pierced.
(( PS, someone please draw Greedlerbot with spider bite piercings, bonus for drawing Steampunk’s reaction to them ))
“Hurry up~~~” Wants whined loudly as he leaned against the doorway to the workshop. Greedlerbot had been in the middle of tinkering with some project or another when Wantsler arrived, and wouldn’t be moved from the spot until he was done. “I wanna get going already~” Steam had actually, amazingly enough, given him permission to take the bot out for a little while. Something about giving his new processor a test run…and Wants had plenty of fun things in mind for them to do. If Greedler would ever finish whatever he was working on.
Greedlerbot seemed pretty busy in his corner with some kind of project. But in reality he was reading up on some book about economics. The more Wantsler whined, the more Steampunk across the room sighed heavily in doubt as he focused on his own mechanical projects at his workbench. Greedlerbot rolled his glowing green eyes, hissing in frustration as he finally put the book down. He got up from his seat, while grabbing the handheld chalkboard for communication, and headed for Wantsler. “You better have him back before sundown,” Steam warned. “Or, if he shows signs of overloading, bring him back to me right away.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Wants waved his hand dismissively at Steam…it was more than obvious he wasn’t listening. He was just happy to have his little toy’s attention again. Grabbing Greedler by the arm, he led the bot out the door. “I missed you, you know.” He chirped, pressing a little kiss to Greedler’s cold cheek. “I hate coming over when Crudler’s here and he’s *always* here. But now I get you all to myself~”
Greedlerbot was not responsive at first, seeing as his cold cheek cannot feel Wantsler’s kiss. But as his eyes registered Wantsler’s smile, he smiled back, flashing those metal teeth of his. With a quick scribble on his chalkboard, Greedlerbot expressed his feelings for Wantsler: ‘I enjoy your company too.’
“There are a couple of places I wanna go,” Wants chattered on as they got in the car—he’d apparently ‘borrowed’ Pimp’s convertible for the day—and drove, more or less blathering on about trivial things. Since Greedlerbot couldn’t vocalize all that much he seemed intent on making up for his partner’s quiet nature. After a (slightly terrifying) short drive they arrived in a section of town Steam usually avoided. The area was a little run down, but had an odd sort of artsy feeling to it. The streets were populated with dingy used book stores, tattoo parlors, and places offering psychic readings. “C’mon,” Wants said excitedly as he tugged his companion into one of the tattoo studios.
Wantsler was lucky to get Greedlerbot in the car, hissing in protest the whole way. He was more than glad to step out of the mechanical monstrosity, and more than intrigued at the small book store Wantsler happened to park in front of. The wantsler basically had to pull Greedlerbot off the book store window before being escorted into the tattoo parlor. He looked around the room, seeing the walls filled with tattoo stencils. He scribbled onto his chalkboard: ‘What is this place?’
“Isn’t it obvious?” He said teasingly. “It’s a tattoo studio. But…what we’re here for today is piercings~” He left Greedler to examine the designs on display for a few minutes while he talked with the receptionist. Moments later Wants was leading him down the hall, following the receptionist…who was holding a rather wicked looking set of needles.
Soon as Wantsler said piercings, Greedler’s eyes glowed bright as he opened up his data banks. He began to register the various topics in that book Wantsler bought him on the subject. Greedlerbot can assume he’s here to see some examples of piercings… until he was soon carted into a room with a stranger and a rack of needles. Curious, he wrote: ‘Will you be showing me how someone is pierced?’
“Somethin’ like that. Sit up here next to me, hm?” Wants hopped up on the bench and patted the space next to him. When Greedler was nestled neatly against him he draped his arm over his shoulder, evidently intending to hold him in place. “We’re ready when you are~” He said to the piercer.
“Alright, honey. This may hurt for a minute….” The artist seemed uncertain of herself. Would it hurt? This guy was very clearly not human…maybe he wouldn’t feel any pain at all. She took hold of the bot’s face in one hand, turned him so he was facing her, and tugged at his lip. Funny, his skin didn’t even feel warm. Well, whatever. She raised the needle and, in a flash, had the little metal rod easily struck through the silicone of Greedler’s bottom lip.
Greedlerbot sat next to Wantsler, assuming he was going to watch some volunteer get pierced. As Wantsler held him tight, Greedler’s bright eyes grew wide… he is the volunteer. The piercer warned that it might hurt… pain? Greedlerbot knew from his master’s injuries what pain is. A machine cannot feel pain, but maybe it’s different for piercings. The gears in Greedlerbot churned, almost giving off a moan of worry about this situation. He gave Wantsler an unsure look, but it was too late as he watched the piercer peel back his synthetic lower lip. He watched intently, his gears churning and whirring as he anticipated… something. Then the needle went through, leaving a hole through his skin. Greedlerbot’s eyes dimmed. He felt nothing. Why would these humans worry him so, then?
“Huh.” The artist seemed a little disappointed that there was no obvious sign of pain. To be honest, Wants was disappointed too. He wanted to see Greedler in pain.
The artist slipped the second needle through a little distance away from the first, creating a pair of nice little bites. “Sorry it didn’t hurt.” Wants commented as he watched her work. “Maybe Steam needs to work on you some more…” He didn’t know much about mechanical things, but he figured it couldn’t be that hard to give Greedler more of an ability to sense pain.
Greedlerbot was still as the second bite mark was placed. Soon as the piercer pulled her hands away, the robot shook his head. The robot could not feel pain, but he knew enough from watching Steampunk injure himself at work. And Greedlerbot liked it best to not feel pain.
“Well…I guess your skin wouldn’t hold ink.” He poked at Greedler’s cheek experimentally. It would probably be a waste of money to get him a tattoo…even if it went on right, Steam would probably just replace that section of skin. “At least the lip rings look good…”
Looking at his reflection in the handheld mirror the piercer gave him, Greedlerbot touched one of the piercings with a metal finger. The two metals clinking together as he fiddled with it. To him it was more like a visual upgrade... and he kind of liked it. That's when Greedlerbot heard a strange phrase, with his speakerbox recorder deep in his throat, he repeated the words right back to Wantsler. "skin... ink...?"
“Yeah. They use lots of little needles to push ink into a person’s skin, so when the skin heals the color stays there.” He explained cheerfully. “We could go see someone getting it done. I mean we’re hear an’ all. That’s okay, right?” This last part was directed at the body piercer, who nodded in assent.
Intrigued in this skin ink process, the robot nodded, wanting to see this first hand.
They made their way down the hallway, following the odd electric buzz of needle guns to peer into one of the small alcoves. A woman was laying on her stomach, her shirt removed, while an artist with a shaved head worked meticulously at filling in the last details of the elaborate scene on her back. Although only partially colored, the image of two Chinese-style dragons tangled together in a brutal fight seemed to stir with life. The artist smiled at them, but didn’t say anything just yet.
Greedlerbot's curious feet slowed as he heard the buzz coming from the room. His eyes narrowed, glowing brightly, his disdain in machines showing. He gave a low growling hiss as he entered the room, in intimidation at that mechanism that sank the ink into the woman's skin. He tried to focus on the tattoo, seeing it as an impressive work of art, but his eyes would constantly dart back to the tattoo gun, as he kept a close eye on the contraption.
They watched for a few moments before the artist got to a stopping point. “I noticed you staring. You wanna see my gun?” He held the tattoo gun out for Greedlerbot to examine.
Wants giggled as he stepped closer to the artist, utterly uninterested in the woman sitting up to pull her shirt back on. “I think you might have another sort of gun I’m more interested in~” he said with a teasing light in his eyes.
His distrust in other machines growing, Greedlerbot squeezes his clawed hand protectively against Wantsler's arm. He gives a loud angry hiss at the tattoo gun as his green eyes glared brightly.
“Ouch…” Wants pulled away as the sharp claws dug into him. “Greedy, chill out. It’s not gonna hurt you. You’re both weird, sharp, dangerous machines. Try to get along, huh?” Was he seriously trying to convince a robot to get along with an inanimate object?
Greedlerbot glared, still uncertain of the device. He let go and froze, spying a tear or two in Wantsler's sleeve. He immediately checked on Wantsler's arm, worried that he injured him.
“Maybe not.” Wants sighed, gently trying to pry Greedler’s hand off his arm. “You wanna leave?” He asked, shooting the artist a sympathetic look. Too bad…the guy was pretty cute, Wants wouldn’t have minded sticking around for a while.
The robot looked up, concerned. He felt as if he did something wrong, but not sure what. All he cared about was if Wantsler was okay, he did not mean to hurt him. Ignoring the parlor he was in, he peered into the tears on Wantsler's sleeve, checking if he was injured by his own hand.
There were a few small cuts, but nothing too deep. Wants hadn’t even felt the injuries being inflicted. “It’s nothing.” He said, smiling. He led the robot out of the little shop before anything else could happen. “I don’t understand why you don’t like other machines.”
Greedlerbot simply rolled his eyes. Now out of the shop, the robot was distracted once more by the book store next to the tattoo parlor. He almost led Wantsler to the door, his smile growing wide.
Wants normally didn’t enjoy bookstores, but it was kind of fun to watch how excited Greedlerbot got over the books. After following the robot around for a little while, another idea struck him. “Hey, wait here for a minute okay? I’ll be right back.” If Greedler was so excited about learning, there were a lot of things Wants could teach him.
The Greedlerbot nodded, standing in place. Besides, there was a book on the best sellers shelf beside him that he found quite interesting. As he waited, Greedlerbot took the book and began to read, delving into the pages intently.
Wants was gone for a few minutes, popping off to one of the shops next door. He had a little bit of pocket money…and there were all kinds of things he wanted to teach Greedlerbot. He returned a little while later with a nondescript black bag…there was no telling what he’d found. But judging from the excited look in his eyes, it was going to be something alien to Greedlerbot.
Greedlerbot was nose deep into a book about stocks, economics and other mathematical jargon. He was really intrigued on one subject, as his metal finger tapped against one of his new piercings, ringing a silent ting every time it struck. He looked up barely, then looked up completely when he spied Wantsler entering the store. However, he just could not let the book down.
Wants sighed in exasperation when he saw his companion was still engrossed in the same book. “You want me to just buy that for you?” He offered. Now that he’d bought his own new toys he was feeling pretty generous….and also really wanted to get out of the bookstore.
The robot simply nodded, finally closing the book.
“Great. C'mon, let's get outta here." He said as he snatched the book from Greedler's hand and made his way to the cashier. "I've got a lot of other stuff I wanna teach you about...but we're gonna need to go back to my place for that." Going back to Wants' apartment wasn't on the list of places Steam had given him permission to take the robot...but Wants didn't care at the moment.
The Greedlerbot made a chirring noise. He raised his eyebrow in utmost curiousity. He does know what an apartment is, but has never been to another place of residence before. Will it be just like Steampunk's home, or will it be different in some way or another?
Book in hand and one marginally terrifying driving experience later they arrived at Wants’ home. The building was fair simple, not too run down but nothing expensive either. He’d had to move out of the brothel on fairly short notice when his Daddy closed it down, and this had been the best place he could find. Most of his belongings were still in boxes on the floor, and only the bare minimum had been unpacked. “Sorry it’s not much to look at.” He said as they walked in.
The room looked like a half-filled storage space. However, the Greedlerbot shrugged, writing on his chalkboard: 'My master's workspace is more cluttered.'
“hey, have you two fucked yet or what?” He asked as if that were a perfectly normal topic to bring up. Plucking the book out of Greedler’s hand and tossing it aside, he pulled the robot back into the bedroom. The bed frame hadn’t been assembled yet and the box spring and mattress lay in the middle of the room. He flopped down, pulling Greedler down next to him.
"fucked?" his voice box chirped, repeating Wantsler's voice. He blinked before writing down on his chalkboard: 'do you mean intercourse?'
“Yeah, that.” Wants said with a laugh. He was used to his partners getting flustered or shy, but Greedler was just purely curious and not well informed.
"yeah," he repeated.
"Just yeah?" He sighed with frustration. "God, I wish your stupid voice was fixed. Alright..c'mere and show me what you and Steam have done..."
Greedlerbot was confused. He answered Wantsler's question, why was he so flustered? Then Wantsler insisted that he showed what they have done. Not tell, /show/. He thought there was nothing odd about it, perhaps Wantsler wants to know how much his master has taught him. Getting to work, Greedlerbot sat up on the bed and began to pick up Wantsler's legs, placing one on either side of his hips until Wantsler's ass was resting on the robot's lap.
Whoa…so Steam was a liar. “Knew it.” He commented, more to himself. “There are a lot of…nuances…to this particular kind of human interaction. Things Steam wouldn’t know about. But I could teach you.” He reached out to place a hand on Greedler’s cheek, pulling him down for a gentle kiss on his lips. It wasn’t like Wants to be especially gentle with anyone, but for now he wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to freak the robot out too badly.
Greedlerbot allowed the kiss, his warm steamy "breath" mingling with Wantsler's hot breath. Going through the motions, Greedlerbot closed his eyes, now barely burning a gentle green underneath his eyelids. His metal hand was gentle to rest on the matress by Wantsler's shoulder, while his humanlike hand began to undo Wantsler's trousers and dip down into his boxers, fishing for Wantsler's erection.
“Ah, ah, ah,” He chided as he pulled Greedler’s hand away from his crotch. “Not yet.” He pressed up into the kiss a little more, tongue swiping against the odd metal in Greedler’s mouth. He sucked at the other’s bottom lip, rather liking the feeling of those new little piercings against his lips.
The metal tongue in Greedlerbot's mouth swiped against Wantsler's tongue. Despite being interlocking metal parts, they were smooth to the touch. But there was a new sense to it, as Greedlerbot could hear his tongue clink and brush against his new lip piercings. Greedlerbot did as he was told and pulled his hand out of Wantsler's pants, instead slipping it up underneath Wantsler's shirt until it rested underneath his chest.
Smirking against the other’s lips, Wants guided Greedler’s hand just a little further up his chest until the cold silicone fingers brushed up against the metal ring that adorned his nipple. “Pull on that. Just a little, carefully…” He let out a soft groan when Greedler obeyed. He quickly began unbuttoning his shirt, still caught up in the kiss. This felt so strange, but…he couldn’t deny that it was fun.
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Yeah, we ended it here. I may post a continuation if people want to see… I’m sure lots would like to see where this bedroom scene is going.
