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dreamskug · 1 month

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[ SUBJECT INTERVIEW: ÍVARR ]

NICKNAME:

NOT "Gramps". Not for you, anyway. Just my name.

GENDER:

Male.

STAR SIGN:

Why, checking if we’d match? Hah. Was told I’m a Scorpio. 'That check out?

HEIGHT:

With platforms or without?

ORIENTATION:

If we vibe, nothing else matters. An incubus with neat taste in personalities, I guess.

NATIONALITY / ETHNICITY:

So, some Scandinavian blood in me - half, actually. Can speak the language, too - 'least something neat daddy gave me, not that the fucker's outdone himself in parenting. Mom’s an American, born in Badlands. Ever heard of her clan? Messed with witchcraft a lot, and summoning even more. Know what I’m getting at? A perfect fuckin' match, weren't they?

FAVE FRUIT:

- Yeah no. Don't even start with anything citrus. Especially don't peel this shit in front of me, alright? Nasty shit. [Interviewer]: - Just wondering, how do you feel about cardboard boxes? [Ívarr] : - Ain't purring for you, man. But nice one.

FAVE SEASON:

Fuck summer. You ever felt what's that like - the real winter nights? Pitch fuckin' dark - quiet so thick you hear the snow falling. First time I saw those snowflakes as a kid - can swear I thought they were bees.

FAVE FLOWER:

Cherry blossoms? The fuck I know, man. Ask my mainline, I grab whatever he likes.

FAVE SCENT:

Expecting me to be like - "Muahaha, the smell of fear"? Seriously, it's apparently a pheromone released in your sweat or some shit. C'mon I'm joking, it isn't my fav - keeps stinking up this damn city. Alright, a freshly baked cake is something I'd kill for.

COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE:

Yeah coffee I guess? Rich, strong, black, with a splash of something fun, make it whiskey.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP:

Woke up just yesterday 'cause my mainline was pulling back my eyelid, imagine? Scared the fuck out of him, no seriously, can sleep through a fuckin' bomb and I'm not joking. Average hours - a shitton honestly? That's how I got my very first cat - Dad got enough of me breaking down every single morning, cause fuck mornings. And he'd be like - this is Snowy, she's gonna live with us and she already had her breakfast, so get the fuck up. How'd I argue with Snowy? You don't mess with Snowy.

DOG OR CAT PERSON:

See? Check it out - cat fur. Here too. I'm claimed, man - gave up cleaning it up a long time ago. Not to be dramatic, but if there's anything human in me left - it's for them. Fur kids, all mine, what can I say. Two of them adopted - and you bet each of them has a bigger personality than an average gonk.

DREAM TRIP:

Dream trip, jeez... Somewhere not fucking hot?

FAVE FICTIONAL CHARACTER:

Balrog has style, y'know? Gotta be honest, I feel for the dude. Imagine yourself sleeping deep within the mountains for thousands of years to get awoken by a bunch of motherfuckers? I'd go nuclear too. And this one too, ehh you know GoT? The Targaryen, her, yeah. Burn them all, girl. Boss move.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH:

Man, your questions. I dunno, a half? With my ass covered, or not at all. Bed king sized, lights out, make it pitch black with the window open and you got me passed out.

RANDOM FACT:

One doesn't have to actually summon a demon to get them to come play, d'you know? There's one watching you through my eyes right fuckin' now. Should I introduce him?

Late to the party, but I remember many of y'all have more than one OC or just created new pixel babies that haven't participated yet, so I'm tagging (with no pressure):

@therealnightcity @wraithsoutlaws @sammysilverdyne @theviridianbunny @th3irin

@a-pirate @chessalein @halkuonn @luvwich @shimmer-like-agirl

@kdval @cybersteal @cyberholic77 @chevvy-yates @morganlefaye79

@anxious--ace @mhbcaps @wormskul @silver-samurai @androgymess

@winkyblinkyandstew @astarionhistears @valsilverhand @drunkchasind @themermaidriot

@pinkyjulien @skelior @medtech-mara @lokiina @timaeusterrored

@tokyofuturnoir @aggravateddurian @sifofasgard @elfjpeg @aurorartz

@lucky38-2077 @dustymagpie @gloryride @stannussy and anyone else who wants to! Also pls DM me if you don't wanna get tagged🖤

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tofu83 · 3 months

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The latest robot is now available for pre-order. They will be your perfect husband, boyfriend, bodyguard, laborer, housekeeper and so on. For your information, the department of defense already ordered batches of them.

Yes, these robots can be easily programmed into any career you can imagine. Today he is your lover, tomorrow will be a national hero. They are identical good looking, strong and loyal.Who doesn’t want a man like this?

If you don’t have money, that is not a problem. We have "Equivalent exchange scheme"! If you recommend a male relative or friend to work in our company, we will provide you with one of these robots as a gift in return!

In addition, the jobs in our company are lifelong and you will never be unemployed, and you will definitely become stronger and more good looking in our company. It is very attractive.

If you are willing, you can also voluntarily report to our company, and we will also give your friends or relatives a robot.

But please note that our company only accepts men. You can protest but we cannot compromise due to technical issues.

#ai image #cyborg #robot #male robot #scifi #ai #reprogramming #drone #scifi story #tofu83

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apollodarling-writes · 1 year

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PulseMotion Inc.

cw: yandere behavior, heavy smut, bdsm elements, robotfucking, cyborg-sex, obsessive behavior, gore, blatant murder, yandere robots, AI gains awareness and emotions, uhhh i'll add as we go.

inspired by @chaiiskindagross

Realistic robots were created several years ago to be used for various purposes; sex, cleaning, work- you name it. PulseMotion created a robot of your choice for each and every desire. Completely customizable and unique, you can use them for whatever your heart desires!

"-ou need to get one! My Cybie is so hot!" Your best friend, [B/F Name], gushes as her Cyborg cleans her kitchen, whispering as he glances back at her. "And he's big too."

"I don't think I need one, but I'll think about-"

"You definitely need one! I'm your only friend, you know. You can get one to be a companion- oh! And you can make it look like that one character you always talk about."

You hesitate, but give in nonetheless. The idea of being friends with your favorite character sounded too good to pass up. Silently passing your laptop over, your friend begins typing madly.

“So, how expensive is it exactly?” You ask, worried about your upcoming rent payment.

“Only two hundred dollars.” She says, nonchalantly no sign of concern on her face. You blanch at the price as [B/F Name] continues typing madly.

“-nd I’ll add a few extra inches just for you. Oh, and I’ll add this too…” She continues muttering as the Cybie in the kitchen gives you an uncomfortably long stare. You shudder at his emotionless eyes, feeling more like prey than a guest at your best friend's home. '

"Aaaaand... Done! It'll be shipped to your house by next week."

The week flew by, and the next seemed to come in the blink of an eye. One moment you were finishing up your work, then you blinked and bulky delivery-men were setting down a large box with the PulseMotion logo plastered of the front. With shaky hands, and an unusual anxiety settling in the pit of your stomach, you peel back the flaps of the box.

"Damn, it looks just like them..." You whisper, hesitantly reaching out and brushing a strand of hair from their face. "It almost feels...real."

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2kiran · 7 months

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cyborg!simon riley and you’re the engineer who’s giving him a dick upgrade. to test it out, you give him head to experiment with the sensitivity.

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unhappy-last-resort · 1 month

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What Lovers Do (Yandere Roland x GN Reader)

Warnings: non con, implied past non con, smut, no mention of readers genitalia, implied bondage, penetration, use of lubricant, slight spoilers for future chapters but if you don't know then you can't tell

A/N: I started this at 4 AM this morning, apologies if the writing is a bit stiff I kinda wanted to get something quick out.

As always, constructive criticism is welcome and I hope you enjoy.

Status: Not Edited

"Then...can you tell me if I'm performing or being genuine right now?" The question was thrown at you with a chuckle and a certain glint in his eye, like he was a gambler about to win a bet. That should have been your first warning to say no, or better yet say nothing at all.

"I think..." It was less of a thought and more of a hope at the time. "You're being genuine." You spoke softly, as though you might shatter something if you spoke too loud despite your silly costume and unique setting. The maze you had cleared together now behind you, faux flower petals gently danced in the air above you. Despite the mechanoids of Constellia lacking a complete understanding of human aesthetics and choices, their imitation of them never failed to impress you.

In return, Roland gave a hearty laugh as he closed the distance between you two. "Is that so, Babylonian Commandant?" He reached his hand up and before you could stop him, you were stripped of your Sharksphere-esc head, leaving your face in his full view.

He held your chin gently, yet firm enough to hold you in place as he leaned in close, "Since I'm being genuine, why don't we commit ourselves to one another and do something only lovers do?" He whispered with a small smirk that barely contained his excitement.

While you had momentarily forgotten the differences between constructs and humans, but Roland was quick to remind you as he pulled you towards him, his other hand going straight to your crotch causing you to gasp and swat his hand away, which he ignored in favor of teasing you with his fingers.

"Roland, wha-"

"Shhhh...." He hushed you gently, as if he was consoling an upset child. "It's alright, just follow my lead and everything will be easier." You tried to push him away to no avail, it felt like you were trying to push a wall. Your struggling meant nothing to him as he held you tightly enough to keep you in place, but not so much that it was painful.

Despite yourself, you could feel your body responding in kind to his deceptively gentle touches and the occasional fleeting kiss on your skin as he whispered little words of praise or comfort to you, steadily drawing you into your first unsteady orgasm of the day.

Which led you to now, your costume and pants stripped from you and his artificial cock buried deep inside of you as he held you pinned to the floor, his black coating making him look like a wraith among the sea of pink and purple hues. It was so swift that you hadn't the chance to process what he was doing before your eyes widened and a stilted cry left your lips at the sudden intrusion. His faint scent of roses making your head spin as your walls spasm around him, struggling to adjust to him.

"Shhhh, Mon Chéri it'll feel better soon, just wait." Roland held your cheek, making you look into his heterochromic eyes. One the color of the color of the sun and one the color of blood. Both looking at you almost sympathetically, had it not been for the subtle glee in his eyes you might've believed that sympathy to be true.

Before you could muster a reply, he very gently thrusted into you. It was clear now that he had slipped a lubricant on you amidst your earlier distraction of his insistent kisses as he removed your pants, easing your walls into accepting the stretch as each inch slowly sunk into you.

"This isn't..." You shut your eyes tightly as he slowly thrusted into you again, more lubricant this time than the last quickly turning the intitial pain into pleasure. "This isn't what lovers do."

Roland raised a brow, his hips pulling back only to steadily push into you once more, reaching deeper with the help of the lubricant as you heaved an unsteady sigh. The sensation wasn't as painful as you'd hoped. "Isn't this what lovers do in a place like this?" Another drag of his cock easily had your body relaxing against the colorful floor of the venue. Empty chairs watching you both from a short distance away.

"They'd say their vows and consummate their love, ensuring they always love one another until the end of time?" His hold on your wrists had a grown a little tighter as a squelching sound filled the silence between you. You could feel arousal hightening your senses and making your body receptive to his actions despite you wishing it wouldn't.

Roland smiles sickeningly sweet as he leans in, your faces mere breaths apart. "You want this too, I can tell." He whispers before placing small kisses on the corner of your mouth. You take in a breath, about to protest before his eyes narrow slightly and a sudden thrust of his hips takes your breath away and leaves your mind buzzing with pleasure.

He kisses your face a few times, humming in satisfaction with your silence as he sets a steady pace inside you. Each thrust making his tip hit that place that had you seeing stars. If you didn't know any better, you would say it was almost with practiced precision, like he knew every inch of you better than you could ever hope to know yourself.

You can feel the smile on his lips as he decorates your neck with kisses, his iron grip on your wrists never once loosening. "You know, I was surprised when you contacted me." He whispers breathlessly, lightly nipping at your skin as your unsteady breaths turn into squeaks and moans. "I was certain this was a mere trap, or something so important it had left you desperate to achieve your goal no matter who you had to do it with." At that moment, a chime sounds and the doors leading to the exit of the maze open and all you can do is stare at it through glossy eyes as pleasure hits you like a wave with every thrust of his hips.

Roland chuckles again as he looks down at you, a gloating smile playing on his lips as he watches you fall apart, your human desires overtaking any protest or fight you might've had. "But when I came here and found out that you were simply naive enough to seek company from your enemy, well..." He drifts off, as his hips start slamming into yours with something that mimicked reckless abandon yet lacked the recklessness, being more akin to something designed for squeezing every little bit of pleasure out of you. "I couldn't help myself. How could an actor like me resist such an interesting plot?"

You jerk suddenly, your eyes seeing white as an orgasm crashes into you, leaving you dizzy in its wake as Roland's thrusts don't slow down or stop for a second. "You are such an interesting human. Like a blooming flower on a battlefield, I can't help wanting to pick it up and keep it for myself." He whispers with an edge, each brutal thrust of his hips making you writhe underneath him as your pleas are reduced to senseless babbling.

He leans in, your foreheads resting against each other and in this moment his expression falls away into something softer, almost loving. "We spent so much time arguing amongst ourselves, but seeing you like this makes everything we've done worth it." His voice sounds soft and raw, like a confession whispered only for his ears.

"C-can't...what...mngh..." Roland smiles and cups your cheek with his hand, freeing one of your wrists now that you can't struggle. His thumb brushes your bottom lip and it sickens you how genuinely happy he looks, his eyes full of adoration as the gentlest smile plays on his lips.

"I love you so much, you have no idea how many nights and days I spent on this Earth yearning for something to truly call mine." His pace becomes faster, any embers of your sanity fading with each slap of skin as the body heat of the construct above you rises. "And now, I can finally say..."

He grunts, his body shuddering as his eyes snap closed, a growl reverberating in his chest as he struggles to hold something back. "I can finally say..." His voice module strains as he arches into you, his cock somehow reaching deeper as he places messy kisses along your neck before he brings his face back up to yours again.

"I love you." His whispered words can barely register before his lips crash into yours, his eyes open to drink in every expression you make as he moans into the kiss. Your hips instinctively buck up into his as something hot coats your insides, he gives a final thrust to make sure you take every last drop of what he has to give and the sensation is enough to make your back arch as your second orgasm takes you.

He kisses you again and again, barely letting you breath as his other hand abandons your wrist and settles to hold your hip instead. "You have no clue how long I've wanted this to be true. Even if this is just a dream, or a play, I'm tired of playing to the audience's whims." He sounds ecstatic and desperate as he wraps his arms around and lifts you up as he slowly stands with cock still buried inside you, as if his previous orgasm meant nothing to him.

"Where are..." You slump against him, your head resting on his shoulder. You could barely speak, only just now having been given the privilege of breathing as you're vaguely aware he's walking, colors and light shifting around you in a blur.

"A proper place to continue our act, of course." He says as if it's obvious and kisses your forehead. "I'm not done yet." You're vaguely aware you're indoors again, a small living space greeting you, or perhaps you always were and you were too tired to notice.

"I hope this is to your taste," Roland says with his usual bravado. "Because we'll be here for a while." The bedroom door opens, revealing a bed illuminated by surrounding candles and the glitters of chains tied to its bedposts.

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dragon-inc · 17 days

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#dragons #fantasy #cyborg dragon #cyborg #male #buildings #sci fi

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morganhopesmith1996 · 23 days

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Zapan my beloved 😍

(Edits by morganhopesmith1996)

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maledollmaker · 1 year

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Androids

#male asfr #robot #sexy robot #cyborg #male cyborg

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bunny-yan · 1 year

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Cyborg!Yandere x GN!Reader

Thank you @slutforconan for responding to my sleeping post!

TW: language, violence, discrimination, implies drunk intimate relations, sin menores

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You weren’t prejudiced.

Seriously, you weren’t. You’d had a number of experiences in life to teach you just how little differences there were between you and people who looked differently than you did. There were more cases of people who looked exactly like you and your lives were nothing alike.

At the end of the day you understood that others had their own set of struggles to deal with and so you tried to keep an open mind. Especially when everything in you wanted to deny it.

Sure, you hated kids but you had gained the right to look down on them after passing that insufferable age. Disliking the generation that came after you was a rite of passage that everyone would experience as far as you were concerned. And for all their wisdom was worth, older people could really grate on your nerves. You believed you should respect your elders, but when they used your inexperience of years on Earth to preach about how you were everything wrong with the world, you remained respectful by letting their “wisdom” go in one ear before traveling out of the other.

We get it. You’ve been here a long time.

So you were at odds with others. It was only natural considering how many varying opinions there were in the world. It didn’t mean you were prejudiced. If everyone got along, world peace would’ve long since been achieved and it hasn’t.

Especially after the Cyborg Program had been approved.

Imagine a world where machine and man became one.

It was as if bioengineers had reached into heaven to act as the goddess as more and more people became something akin to superhumans.

Super strength, speed, power, intelligence, all achievable if you decided to enter the government’s special program. They’d replace your organs with technology, injecting nanobots into your bloodstream to slowly acclimate your system so it could handle the rapid upgrades it was receiving. They made it possible to leap over buildings, lift objects that weighed tons, run long distances in the blink of an eye, and calculate complex equations as fast as a computer could.

It was the evolution of human beings. The beginning of a new era.

A violent one.

More people were against the new age of man than you expected. Protests outside of organizations that modified the human body or produced the technology used for it happened almost everyday.

While some believed it to be a mockery against the goddess, others didn’t like the idea of androids “stealing” jobs meant for “humans.” An cyborg with super strength could replace twenty workers and that meant twenty workers would have to look for work elsewhere. Though one needed a permit that was difficult to acquire and special permission from the government to hire an android, it was a prominent fear nonetheless.

Things got heated to the point where you couldn’t walk outside with modifications on your body without being assaulted in some way.

A nasty barrage of insults hurled from across the street, mixing in words like “robot” were common. It was considered a slur against androids as it implied they weren’t human, but to the unmodified they weren’t.

Many debated what made a human being, be it a beating heart, the ability to feel and express emotion, or a soul, but an answer was never found and the flames were only fanned when cyborgs decided to retaliate after being subjected to unfair treatment.

They were labeled violent, monsters that had an insatiable desire to kill the moment they got the chance. Despite the fact that human on human crime had a much higher rate than android on human violence could ever have, they passed the undefinable line as other.

Tensions were high, but the dam was broken when a group of humans attacked an android that tried their best not to fight back for fear of hurting them, but the surge of malice exploded after the android’s arm was torn off and plastered to a modification center’s walls.

Riots erupted across cities, cars and buildings became collateral in the battle of human versus android, a battle that wouldn’t have lasted long if the androids truly intended to kill the humans that persecuted them, but it didn’t last.

The government deployed troops to stop the riots, declaring martial law and forcing citizens to stay in their homes until they could figure out a way to contain the escalating situation.

Their solution, placing cyborgs as helpers in neighborhoods and intensifying the punishment for violence used against cyborgs. The goal was to create a delicate peace as people were consistently exposed to androids in a positive manner, really selling that “Cyborgs are human too!” mindset.

As dumb as it initially sounded, you couldn’t deny that it definitely worked. You could go outside without fear that you’d stumble upon an ongoing battle on your way to work. It was common sense to avoid the sounds of gun shots and screaming, but you’d had the misfortune of parking near conflicts once or twice.

Now you could travel to your car in peace. It wasn’t uncomfortable being outside, but it did make you nervous when he would visit to see if you needed help with anything.

He’d been introduced to the tenants on your floor as the cyborg that was apart of the integration program.

You didn’t see how anyone could be at ease with that intense scowl he always wore. You saw it so often that you figured he’d greeted the doctor with that exact face at his birth. He was dark, broody, and you couldn’t help but admit handsome. It made you wonder if some of the androids had decided to get plastic surgery along with the other body modifications because it felt like a sin for someone to be as hot as he was.

He was eye candy that you couldn’t help but stare at, but it made you nervous to do so when it was just the two of you alone together in your small apartment.

Though you insisted that you didn’t really need anything, he went around fixing things as he pleased like a handyman. The squeaky door, the cracked tiles in the bathroom and kitchen, dusty furniture, dingy carpet, leaking roof, flickering lights. Your apartment sounded like something straight out of a horror movie, but you’d been busy with work and the landlord had been promising to see about your issues for the last couple of months so you wouldn’t be accepting any criticism.

You’d thank him and he’d respond with a small nod. When making dinner, you’d ask if he wanted anything and he’d always respond that he was fine.

After the first couple of weeks, you forced him to sit at the table with you. Not only did you feel extremely rude to eat while he stood like a weird loner in the corner of your apartment, it was awkward and you refused to leave things the way they were if this was going to be an ongoing relationship.

It didn’t take much prodding. For all of his ominous brooding, he was a pretty agreeable guy. You’d begin to get excited whenever he’d come to visit you. His time would be spent watching a movie with you instead of cleaning or talking together as you taught him to cook some simple dishes. Apparently cyborgs didn’t need to eat often, but it was still an enjoyable experience if they kept their taste receptors, which he did. You found out in one of your conversations that he was a pretty avid drinker and after a night of questionable decisions and more drinks than you could remember, you woke up with him in your bed.

Naked.

Initially you freaked out, feeling that this was going to ruin the relationship that you’d built by making it awkward whenever he came by, but if you were telling the truth, you remembered everything that happened. You’d come onto him and he allowed it to happen.

It was truly an unforgettable experience.

You couldn’t really think of a downside to allowing this to happen if you were both up for it. He was handsome, a great conversationalist when he wasn’t brooding, and you’d learned he was breathtaking in bed.

Literally.

He was your breathtakingly brooding cyborg boyfriend. Or, boyfriend rather since being an cyborg was a secondary characteristic of his identity that had no real impact on your relationship other than the whispers and side eyes the two of you would receive if you ever went out together on dates.

Which, unfortunately, didn’t happen often.

You asked him why he didn’t take you out more and he claimed it was because he could tell that you were uncomfortable with receiving so much negative attention. He didn’t want to be a stressor in your relationship and claimed he’d much prefer hanging out at your apartment.

It was sweet. You couldn’t deny that he was being very thoughtful, but that excuse got old after a while. You tried to explain to him that you’d have to get used to it eventually. Unless the two of your broke up and you decided to date a regular guy, not that he wasn’t a regular guy just a modified guy and nothing was wrong with that, the attention you received wouldn’t change.

His eyes got dark at the mention of you dating someone else, brooding as he seemed to think over your words. You thought that it was cute, but you were even happier because it seemed as if you got through to him.

You were wrong.

The insufferable bastard would follow you to your car, making you sit in the passenger seat as he drove you to work. Sweet, sure, until he’d only allow you to travel by car when he accompanied you. Not only did he not bother taking you out on dates, he also refused to let you accompany him to do simple things like shopping at the grocery store. He even confiscated your keys to make sure you couldn’t go anywhere on your own. If you wanted to be obstinate you could walk, but you weren’t stupid. You were aware of the possible dangers you faced in your neighborhood considering it wasn’t the safest place.

You were beginning to get angry. To tell the truth, you were past the point of anger. You were seething with rage, but your lid only burst after he attempted to change the locks on your apartment door so you couldn’t go anywhere while he was assisting the other tenants.

The two of you got into an argument that shook the thin walls.

He claimed he was only trying to protect you and you yelled that he was going overboard. He’d crossed serious lines and you felt he was suffocating you in your own apartment.

You tried to get him to see your side, but he was steadfast in his belief that he had done nothing wrong. You couldn’t remain calm. You were a ball of pure rage after he called you inconsiderate. All you saw was red as you yelled at him to get out. You told him that you didn’t want to see his face, that everything between the two of you was over.

He’d stood there for a moment, shocked at your words, but he left nonetheless.

You slammed the door behind him, locking it and shaking as you told yourself not to cry. It didn’t matter that you had ended your relationship. It wasn’t good for you.

He was pig headed and controlling and you didn’t care that you would no longer be able to cuddle up to him during a bad movie that the two of you would make fun of. He wouldn’t hold you and softly proclaim his love or say sappy things that you didn’t imagine he was capable of. You’d no longer get to ask him about what it was like to be a modified human being and he would no longer tell you he was happy that he kept his touch sensors because he liked your warmth and the feel of you against his skin.

You hated that it felt like your heart was trying to claw it’s way out of your chest. So you did what you normally did when you were faced with a pressing issue. You drowned yourself in blankets and fell asleep.

You couldn’t tell how long it’d been, falling asleep rather quickly due to your overwhelming mixed emotions that your brain was exhausted from handling, but you’d woken up when you felt an arm wrap itself around your waist.

You looked out into the dark in alarm, but your body eased instinctively when you heard his voice say that he missed you so much he couldn’t sleep as he pulled you into his embrace.

You wanted to call him a liar. You knew he didn’t really need to sleep often. It was a part of his modifications. The nights you spent together, he held you as you slept, listening and waiting for your breathing to even out. He once told you that the sight of your sleeping face was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

You frowned, feeling unsure, but you closed your eyes as you leaned closer to him. You could argue with him in the morning.

For now, you were just grateful that he was by your side. You didn’t want to admit it, but your bed felt empty without him.

#male yandere #protective #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #thanks again!#yandere cyborg #cybrog yandere x gn reader

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dreamskug · 18 days

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OC: Ívarr | Cyberpunk 2077

Don't re-upload without credit.

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tofu83 · 3 months

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Human beings are unintelligent and violent. They are the most dangerous threats to the earth and whole universe, they should be controlled.

The council passed the law of rehabilitating aggressive earthlings. Those already captured earth soldiers , whom their people saw as heroes, would be converted into "peace makers".

No matter what their age or body condition were, the technology from other planets could fixed and improved them.

They would all be stronger, melted with machine. In the end, they would be in same shape and perfect quality.

Not only their body but also their mind would be rebuilt. The brainwashing helmets could even transform the pity soul into something noble.

They had no chance to resist the process, because they were primitive life forms and could be mind broken by stimulating and hurting their genitals.

Next time they woke up, they were already not themselves, they would understand what aliens did to them was only way to save them from destructing the unvaccinated and themselves.

They would urge to be completely converted as soon as possible and thinking of converting all aggressive earthlings into peace makers would bring them pleasure.

They would not only be sent back to fields but also every place human beings remained. All aggressive earthlings would be captured and sent to be converted.

The peace makers were so functional, so lots of planets wanted to use them for various purposes in their society.

Therefore, the council decided that all male adult human beings could be treated as agressive individuals, all should be converted.Those who were under age would be fed up until they were mature, and be converted, too.

The earth became the farm and factory to produce peace makers for all universe. Since the human beings were not threats anymore and would not become extinct, it must be the best results for mankind.

#brainwash #ai image #cyborg #reprogramming #scifi story #scifi #muscular male #dronification #tofu83

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i-cannot-spell-chaos · 9 months

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Yandere Robot and Yandere cyborg Detective is returning like I resurected that draft brought back from the depth of my drafts.

Yandere robot: Oh there you are I waiting for you to return to he story to finalize the purchase but you never did. So I checked you bank account on file to find you are lacking funds so I checked your government file to see you don't have a labeled Security bot. In recent news every living human is required to have a security bot due to the rise of kidnapping of humans :)

Reader who just woke up for some water: how did you get in my apartment?

Yandere Robot: :))

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Yandere cyborg detective: Witnesses have claimed they have seen the fugitive Security bot near your apartment so you will not be allowed back to your home. In other cases I'll gladly let you stay in my home :)

Reader: no

Yandere robot picking reader up: There you are dinner will get cold if you don't come back home :) I'm going to remove your circuits you fucking cunt

Yandere cyborg detective: I apologize last time I checked I have the right to keep a human is they seem to be in danger :) I'll fucking shut your system down with a remote you wifi needing bitch

Reader: I think I'll be staying at a friends house tonight

#yandere #yandere male #male reader #gender neutral reader #yandere male x gn reader #yandere robot #romantic yandere #cyborg #your all going down when you find out it's smut #how we feeling about smut like hardcore smut

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cyborg-franky · 2 years

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Hi Franky :)) I love your writing and headcanons sm you're a huge inspiration to me I hope one day I can write as smoothly as you do! I've never been sure how to ask or request anything but I was wondering how you think the strawhats would react to being called babygirl by a male significant other? I was thinking about this yesterday and it cracked me up and I wanted your take too if possible! You dont have to of course and either way hope u take care and have a nice rest of your day or night!!

Oh thank you! that's very sweet of you <3 such lovely compliments aaah and I'm sure your stuff is good too so shhhhh, have confidence! and these were fun to do so I hope you enjoy!

Luffy

He sort of tilts his head and gives you a look, not sure what you mean by that but also not really that bothered.

Just decides you are in a silly mood and laughs loudly and calls you a baby girl also.

Now he thinks it’s your thing and always calls you baby girl.

Everyone is confused it’s become the go-to for you and Luffy to shout at one another.

Nami

If she could crush you in the palm of her hand she would.

You can see the vein in her forehead and hear how she grinds her teeth.

Trust me, if anyone is the baby girl here it’s going to be you.

Doesn’t hesitate in kicking your ass.

Robin

Just thinks your silly and chuckles, and goes about her business like you’d say nothing.

If you try it again she gives you this grin over her book, one that promised she was about to make you the baby girl unless you drop it.

And you do because Robin will end you.

Usopp

“What?” He says, not sure he heard you and he blinks.

“I said, come here, baby girl.” You said again and he huffs, cheeks going pink as he considers why you called him that in the first place.

But he doesn't mind it, he feels cute and precious and just goes along with it.

Sanji

Will kick your fucking ass.

You will call him it once and get away with it.

After that prepare to have your head beaten with a very expensive leather shoe or launched over the side of the ship with a grumble of I’ll show you who’s a baby girl, shithead.

Brook

Not phased, just laughs and sips his tea, looking at you as you repeat it and he nods. “Perhaps I am, do you want to see my panties? YOHOHOHO.” And completely turns it on you and now you have no idea what to say or how to react.

Jimbei

He looks at you confused, arms crossed over his chest as he tilts his head slightly.

Was that some kinda human thing? Was it some kinda ‘young people saying’ or was it both?

Either way, he just ignores it and gives a good-natured laugh and slaps you on the back, telling you to go play with someone else.

Zoro

“Did shitty cook tell you to say that?” He asks with a sneer on his face as he stands up from where he’d been napping, cracking his neck, and flexing his fingers.

“What? No?” You said and he’s already done listening to you, walking past you, enraged and you just hear the kitchen door slamming open and all manner of screaming and shouting and things breaking.

Franky

He looks at you, flips his shades up, and squints.

“Babygirl?” He repeats and you nod.

He hmmms about it for a moment before letting his shades sit back on his nose, turning to his work, and laughs. “Yeah alright, I can dig that.” And now you are confused about how this middle-aged man can be so chill about it.

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