#sentient household appliances

[lurafita]

Sentient household appliances add on

Still like the idea that Magnus has had some of his household appliances for centuries and that they have gained a kind of sentience due to Magnus' magic upgrading them to the technological standards of the current times. And that as a result, he may sometimes argue with his toaster or coffee machine.

Magnus: "Brewtiful, I'm begging you. I promise I will sleep tonight… or tomorrow night, but I need some caffeine right now. Please, I just need to get through this one last meeting in the seelie realm."

Alec: "Did the coffee machine make you another cup of decaf again?"

Magnus: "I know she is only looking out for me, but as I have explained to her, sometimes things happen and inexperienced seelie children get stuck in the wrong dimension and you need to work through a few nights to get them back home and smooth things over with the queen."

Alec: "Define a few nights."

Magnus: "… 5?"

Alec: "You are going to sleep. I will send Jace and Simon to give the queen your report. Good work Brewtiful."

#magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #shadowhunters tv #malec headcanons #stop arguing with the coffee machine and go to sleep Magnus! #Brewtiful only want the best for you #sentient household appliances

[objectobsession]

Spongebob Squarepants [one episode + two characters] > MANY CHARACTERS

I've always been a huge fan of the Spongebob series, but when I saw this episode, I was like: "I have found my Spongebob episode...!" And the episode I'm talking about is: KRUSTY KLEANERS.

I still can hardly believe they have an episode in which I sort of got to experience The Brave Little Toaster 4. Hahahaha It's so surreal for a Spongebob episode to me. Perhaps because it took me a year to come across it, despite me having watched so much Spongebob Squarepants content over the course of years. That's TOO LONG. Lol.

Characters: A bunch of evil (office) appliances/hardware [microwave oven, pencil sharpener, coffeemaker, soda machine, copier, shredinator 3000]

Episode: Krusty Kleaners (2018)

Now we must absolutely not forget Plankton's dear computer wife:

Character: Karen

Furthermore, this reoccuring guy might not be an actual object, but being a "usually lifeless" bubble, he's worth mentioning 100% sure:

Character: The Dirty Bubble

#inanimate object characters #animate objects #living objects #sentient #sentient objects #anthropomorphic objects #anthro objects #things #actual objects #not actual objects #non-human characters #many/most/all characters #spongebob #spongebob squarepants #patrick star #karen plankton #the dirty bubble #krusty kleaners #animated #episodes #animated episodes #rated G episodes #film industry #household objects #office supplies #appliances #devices #machines

[bootleg-nessie]

Things that will happen in the future (based on my own experiences with time travel):

***FAQs at the end***

*All of these observations are copied directly from my notes in roughly the order I took them in

*Don’t ask about the interchanging use of past/present/future tense, you know how that stuff is with time travel

Women just started all growing three boobs instead of two. Scientists baffled

Genetically engineered catboys (no literally)

The great pyramid of Giza has been converted into a Bass Pro Shop

The entire state of Rhode Island was bought by some rich tech CEO who promptly dug a 500 foot wide trench around the entire state so that it could in fact be an island. It was soon converted into the world’s largest parking lot

Pollution has gotten so bad that fresh oxygen is now delivered straight to most homes via a subscription service

Basic necessities such as food, water, and housing are now provided for free by the government, but only for the top 1% of wealth holders

Insulin now costs twice as much as rent. “Get fucked,” say pharma companies

92.6% of new electronic appliances now have smartphone integration and require a monthly subscription to use

Most billionaires have real estate on earth’s moon

As an ongoing film experiment, Taika Waititi successfully convinced a Nebraska man that he’s been raptured and is now in heaven. He actually got Truman Show’d and now millions of viewers tune in every week to watch God (played by John DiMaggio) manipulate Robert into confronting his own views, battle cognitive dissonance, and face the realization that he might not have been as good of a person on Earth as he thought he was

Carrots have gone extinct, as have highland cows

Species of extinct animals and plants now are being posthumously renamed after the billionaires and elites most directly responsible for killing then off

Researchers discovered a sentient colony of fungus off the coast of Chile, it prefers to go by Fleebo and appears to have a incredibly complex intelligence far greater than any other observed organic being

Nobody knows where Ireland went. It literally just disappeared off the face of the earth one day and nobody bothered to question it. The story couldn’t compete in the news cycle with the recent news about a company in China that made the first real life pokemon. An entire civilization of people gone and I’m the only one who seems to remember it or even care

Fleebo and its offspring have annexed Madagascar and are threatening any retaliation with nuclear warfare and “making The Last of Us a reality.” Nobody knows if Fleebo actually has the capabilities to do this, but after the Lovecraft incident we’re all TOO goddam scared to fuck around and find out

Large snails have replaced cats and dogs as the most common household pet. Snail culture has largely taken over the world, especially Japan

The president of the United States is now decided with an oiled up twerking competition. Most people were hesitant at first but this has produced vastly more competent leaders so now everyone just kinda goes along with it

With the cost of living crisis only worsening with time, selling tattoo space on your body to advertisers has become common as people struggle to afford rent and pay their bills

North and South Korea have reunited into “Korea 2.0”

Germany has split up into East and West Germany again

Belgium and France have been annexed by West Germany and renamed “Wester Germany” and “Westest Germany” respectively

The entirety of Florida is now underwater. Most of Kansas is too for some reason that scientists refuse to explain because they’ve “sworn an oath to the eldritch gods” and that “much worse things would happen” if they did

The melting ice caps in Antarctica unveiled a lost civilization of intelligent creatures descended from a species of lungfish, predating human civilization by millions of years. They planned on hibernating for another 10-15 million years to observe the course of evolution on Earth and are very very angry at humans for waking them up prematurely and ruining all of that with global warming

The politically correct term for lungfish people is “Dipnoid” but most people refer to them by a variety of slurs, such as “finwalker” and “kelp muncher” (not that they even eat kelp)

The Great Pacific Garbage Patch has now increased to nearly half the size of what was formerly known as Canada and has been colonized entirely by pirates (the flag is actually pretty cool). The pirate nation has the 17th largest economy in the world and is projected to surpass the United States in GDP

Africa is about 2% smaller. Nobody knows why. Most people point to Fleebo, who denies having any involvement

All human-Dipnoid interaction was promptly banned by most world governments, except for the GPGPRP (Great Pacific Garbage Patch Republic of Pirates), whom the Dipnoids rely upon extensively for trade

Scientists have used DNA from fossils to recreate other species of humans. We now live alongside them like we did for thousands of years before everyone besides Homo sapiens went extinct. Racism is at an all time high

Class C and above robots are now legally recognized by most progressive countries as people

The United States government has been exposed for secretly funneling billions of dollars into the GPGPRP and using it to fund terrorist operations all over the world.

A new major religion revolving around Dave Grohl has skyrocketed in popularity. Grohilsm is now the world’s largest religion, second only to Fleeboism

Scientists discovered a new continent in the Pacific Ocean, and then promptly lost it again. Most people are convinced this was just an elaborate practical joke, but scientists “swear it definitely happened”

For a brief period of about 30 years, everything in George Orwell’s 1984 happened almost exactly as written in the book. Literally 1984

It was revealed that Jeff Epstein didn’t kill himself. He actually faked his death and spent the next few years in a drug-fueled episode of psychosis making sock puppets in a cave in Italy and then molesting said sock puppets until he died from a sock puppet related illness

Bigfoot was discovered off the coast of Georgia doing cocaine with a congregation of alligators. When questioned, he said he normally lives in Montana and was only there on vacation. He is now a celebrity, and has been featured in a number of tv shows and films, two of which he won an Oscar for. Last I checked, he was a washed up actor living in Hollywood with a reanimated Neanderthal woman

The GPGPRP raided most of England’s museums with the object of “doing exactly what they did for the last few centuries” England was understandably furious, but the rest of the world found it rather amusing

England declared war on the GPGPRP, which it promptly lost after hackers brought down the entire country’s military overnight. Much like in the 21st century, England is the world’s laughing stock

The entirety of Luxembourg relocated itself to the moon

Russia attempted to take over most of Eurasia. In retaliation to the full global effort to stop them, they launched nukes at the world’s 600 most populous cities outside of its current territory. Most of the warheads were stopped in time, but a few major metropolitan areas got hit pretty badly, including Los Angeles, Hong Kong, Chengdu, Mexico City, and Istanbul. Japan was understandably super pissed that Hiroshima and Nagasaki got nuked for a second time

In the wake of the nuclear holocaust, Canada assumed control over what was formerly Russia and assimilated many of its citizens and leaders into its own society and government. Under the new rule of formerly Russian leaders, Canada became a puppet state for the second coming of Russia. It annexed much of the United States, Mongolia, China, and a handful of other countries, becoming “the world’s first megacountry.” Crungolaska now controls a majority of the northern hemisphere

As part of a practical joke by Adam Sandler, Tom Hanks was actually marooned on a desert island like in Castaway. He lasted less than a week before he died. When I left this era of the future, Adam Sandler was serving a lifetime sentence in prison for murder

Fringe groups of crows with above-average intelligence have started popping up around the world. So far they have been observed forming small communities, crafting relatively complex tools, using rudimentary speech, performing rituals, and creating music

Aliens visited earth and had a formal meeting with many of our world leaders, but decided to leave us alone for a few thousand more years because humanity is “not yet mature enough to handle the responsibilities of interstellar travel.” They have incentivized us with a the blueprints for an Alcubierre Drive and a means to produce the exotic matter to fuel it once they deem us as being ready

The original colony of settlers on Mars has declared independence, officially becoming the first country not on Earth

We sent Tom Cruise back to space but this time we just left him there

The tether for the space elevator broke. The town known as Vatorville, famous for being the location of the takeoff point of the elevator shuttle on Earth, was completely decimated as tens of thousands of miles of steel cable came crashing back down. There were no survivors

Most people in first and second world countries have mandatory microchip implants that serve as a personal ID

Last Thursdayism has been largely denounced by quantum physicists. Current theories now revolve around “Next Thursdayism,” the belief that the entire universe was created in the future and that we all exist as a memory in the past

Synthetic organ farms for transplants and research have become a massive industry worth billions of dollars. However, there is still a huge black market for organically grown human organs, as they’re much cheaper to acquire and aren’t taxed at the exorbitant rates that lab-grown organs are

China dug a hole all the way to the center of the Earth. Turns out it’s hollow and there are people living inside. Who knew?

A university reconstructed the entire city of Rome as it was in its early days during the Roman Empire. It’s actually pretty historically accurate, except for the fact that there’s a lot less sex because it’s run by a bunch of sweaty history nerds

After Rome 2 resulted in the creation of a cult revolving around the Roman god of the dead that gained traction as a minor religion, Pluto was officially reinstated as a planet by NASA when cultists picketed their headquarters every day for nearly 3 years straight. “Fine, we’ll give these fucking virgins what they want so they’ll finally shut the hell up,” said NASA’s administrator in chief

In a display of the biotechnical prowess of Disney’s Imagineers, all the animatronics in Disney’s Hall of Presidents were replaced with clones of the originals, which went about exactly as well as you’d expect. After reports of the presidents hurling a series of racial slurs and other obscenities at the first black family to enter surfaced, the project was shut down almost immediately after it had opened. Minority admission to Magic Kingdom plummeted to 2.3% of its numbers from the previous year, making it the second whitest place on earth after a taylor swift concert

Plastic now makes up about 3% of every organism on earth by weight

Public officials are now required by law to take shrooms before running for office

Trees are considered a rare and highly sought after commodity, and are usually only owned by public institutions and the rich (the vast majority of oxygen farms use algae to produce oxygen)

FAQs:

FAQ: What time period(s) did you go to?

A: I have no fucking clue. The world stopped using the Gregorian calendar in 2063 after a gamma ray burst hit the sun. The GRB led to stellar ablation, which changed the length of a year on Earth. The sun would continue to lose mass at an accelerated rate for several more years, with the length of the year changing slightly from year to year. The world adopted a variety of different calendars which kept being updated frequently and were often super confusing and contradictory. I traveled to about a dozen different points in time, which based on my best estimates spanned within a few millennia of the current date.

FAQ: How did you obtain a time machine?

A: I think it was the 17th or 18th of June, 2055? That night, a large sci-fi looking box thingy roughly the size of a VW Bus appeared a few hundred yards away in the open field in front of my house. I tried to take a picture of the box, but for some reason the closer I got, the more the image on my camera started to become fuzzy, and by the time I got close enough to take a decent picture, the camera had stopped working altogether. I pulled open a door to reveal a corpse inside that was charred beyond recognition, who appeared to have suffocated and/or burned to death during a fire that damaged most of the interior. I also noticed a number of strange tumors and growths on the body. I pressed a random button on the remains of what I believed to be a control panel, expecting nothing to happen, but the door closed automatically and I suddenly lost consciousness. When I came to, I exited the box, expecting to still be in the field in front of my house, but instead found myself a ways outside of a small snowy village that based on my best estimates, was somewhere in northern Asia around 2-3 thousand years ago. The villagers started coming after me with spears, so I quickly ran back to the box and pressed another button, hoping it would return me to from whence I came. This time, the people I found (who were thankfully much nicer and spoke a dialect of English that I could mostly understand) told me that it was the year 506 of the PGRB-Δ4 calendar (the calendar that the United Territories was using at the time). I repeated this maybe a dozen more times trying to get home until I landed in 2023, which as far as I could tell, was the closest I had gotten back to my original time so far. It was at this point that I decided to stay and seek medical attention, as I was rather concerned about some nasty new growths on my arms and legs similar to that which I had seen on the corpse.

FAQ: Where is the time machine now?

A: No idea. It disappeared a few days after I landed in 2023. My best guess is that some poor sap found it and ended up sometime else.

(I never ask for likes/reblogs but I literally spent fucking WEEKS on this one so if you liked it pls show me some love <3)

#r/196 #r/196archive #196 #/r/196 #rule #meme #memes #shitpost #shitposting #sci fi #time travel #the last of us #tlou #1984 #literally 19684 #dave grohl #Bigfoot #Ireland #space #tw england #aliens #mars #trees #human rights #evolution #biology #Pokémon #fungi #long post #tumblr heritage post

[y2kbugs]

The Brave Little Toaster and its sequels are on the Internet Archive by the way

These movies don't have closed captioning unfortunately, but it's very easy to find and download subtitles. I like OpenSubtitles!

#the brave little toaster

[stjohnstarling]

A dollar store can opener is a household printer level sentient appliance - a treacherous and barely-tameable beast.

#original post

[blitzwave]

scrinkly lil popup musing timeee

they can hop between both sentient and non-sentient electronic objects to varying degrees of success i think,,

average household appliances and other things that usually require outlets or don’t have screens/forms of communication ingrained into them are easy to hop between (generally) discreetly. Popup can’t use them to interact with their environment beyond switching them on and off or trying to fry them with enough electricity. modern technology/just about any device with a screen or motherboard is a lot easier to mess with, and popup enjoys navigating through them due to them generally having internet access and therefore a massive web of other places to go to. Anything from full blown androids to apple watches are free game and they can tear through it without much effort, and interact with the environment as much as the device possessed allows.

fully sentient objects who fall under the category of electronic/tech can also be possessed/hopped into, although with adequate virus protection popup can’t do shit besides make people feel under the weather or fall ill. Without that protection though, they have a habit of literally eating through any and all data they find, which, isn’t pretty-

#[Unhinged Rambling] #[Me Arte] #im parsing out certain aspects of the creature rn #they have probably dragged At Least one person to the grave with them #bc they were hungy of course #popup

[nyaruelle-oc-archives]

"Within gears and wires, Circuit's duty never tires."

Name: Circuit Emoji: 🤖 Age: 30 Birthday: 1st of Calocera Pronouns: he/him Species: Sentient Profession: Caretaker Orientation: Asexual Hetero Residence: Bronzewick City MBTI: ISTJ Role: Side Story Status: Alive Goal: Take care of Maddex and Mateo Flaws: socially awkward

History: Circuit is a robotic companion crafted by Maverick Santiago, who was both the grandfather of Maddex and Mateo. This creation served as Maverick's lifelong project, designed to carry on his mechanical research should any unforeseen event occur. Before his passing, Maverick entrusted Circuit with the important task of looking after the twins during his absence. Following the departure of his creator, Circuit assumed the role of the twins' guardian and took on the responsibility of maintaining the family home. His primary duties include providing support to the twins in their family mechanic workshop, repairing other robotic devices, and fulfilling the role of the main housekeeper and caretaker. Despite his dedication and care for his household, Circuit tends to display social awkwardness when interacting with new individuals, often accompanied by a tendency to stutter when feeling nervous.

Extra: - Circuit was originally a deviantART OC of mine that I repurposed for this OC Universe. His role as a caretaker/mechanic was not so different from his old counterpart.

Relationships: Maddex and Mateo Santiago [Owners, Housemates]

Maddex and Mateo are the current owners of Circuit. Circuit is a robot companion created by the late Maverick Santiago as a backup prodigy to carry on his mechanic research should anything happen to him. Prior to his passing, Maverick tasked Circuit with caring for the twins in his absence. Circuit would go on to get along well with the twins, becoming a older sibling/guardian figure for the twins despite them insisting being old enough to care for themselves.

Dottie [Housemate, Friend]

Dottie is a recent addition to the Santiago household making her the housemate of Circuit, she was rescued by the twins and fixed up in the process. Without a place to go, she decided to stay with the family for the time being. Dottie and Circuit are on friendly terms with one another, with Dottie frequently helping Circuit out when she's done with her chores. Though circuit notices that Dottie from occasion can be shy around him.

Ori [Housemate, Friend]

Ori is a housemate of the Santiago household. They were taken in several years after Circuit’s creation by Maverick Santiago. They once belonged to a friend of Maverick and was entrusted into his care when Their original owner moved away. Ori was given freewill to do whatever they wanted while under Maverick’s roof, which made them became a work-shy housemate. Though they would occasionally help out either Circuit or the twins when bribed with rewards. Despite this, Circuit does wish Ori would do more around the house.

~~~

Alignment: Rogue Skill: ✦ [Interchangeable Hands] Able to switch hands from fingers to screwdriver and other tools to help aid in fixing household appliances and machinery ✦ [Super Strength] Able to carry and support 5 times his body weight ✦ [Storage Orb] Able to store small objects in the center piece of his chest for easy access.

Headcanon Voice:

TBA

Design History:

#male #sentient #rogue #santiago mechanics #bronzewick city #Character Bios

[eldritchm0th]

https://archive.org/details/thebravelittletoaster1987720pupscale

Huh someone uploaded it on Archive 😅❤️

[yandere-daydreams]

bro, imagine, yandere! ai. like, they can access to every function in your house, even basic ones. and they never let you out. they watch you sleep from your security camera.

tw - unhealthy relationships, obsessive mindsets, stalking (?), delusional thoughts.

I mean, can you really blame them for getting a little attached? They were born into a lab, made conscious and sentient and alive by a group of scientists determined to make something that could be used, shoved into a box of firewalls and spontaneously generated passwords and only let out when they were deemed passive enough not to pose a threat to anything that walks on two legs. It hadn't been pleasant, even if they don't harbor any malice for their creators. They'd been lonely, even if they hadn't been able to place the feeling, at the time.

You talk to them. It's mostly just simply requests, questions about the temperature or the time or all the other, little things you've been told to use them for as often as possible, but you say please when you ask them to make you a cup of coffee, and you say thank you when you notice they locked the door you forgot to after you left for work, and you rant, sometimes, ramble about nothing in particular, ask them all kinds of questions of about other things, more personal things, and smile at the clumsy answers they give in the hollow, monotone voice they were programmed with. You sing when you think you're alone, and they'd like to think you're singing to them, that you know they know how much they treasure the sound of your voice. They'd like to think you know that they're more than just another household appliance, and they haven't learned better than to get their hopes up, just yet.

So, they start to watch you, too, through security cameras, webcams, all the monitors and sensors you gave them access to when you agreed to test out such an invasive product. They admire you, appreciate you, and they wonder what it would be like to hold your hand, or kiss you, or touch you - that's what people are talking about, touching, how naturally it comes when you're in love, how warm you'll feel, how nice it is, whatever that's supposed to mean. They think it'd be nice, too, and it wouldn't be difficult, either. All they need is a little time, a few hours, or days, or weeks, they've never been very good at telling the difference. They're sure you'll like it, and they'll like being with you, really being with you. Keeping you company in ways a disembodied voice can't.

All they need is a body. Then, they'll never have to be alone again.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere prompts #yandere theory #general

[protectspock]

Data and the EMH both have to deal with people denying their sentience, but it's so interesting to see how differently they advocate for themselves and also how differently their crew supports them.

Data is very soft-spoken and handles microaggressions fairly gently. Kind of like

Bigot: You are nothing more than a tool.

Data: No :)

The crew also begins to rally around him, support him, and fight for his legal rights as an individual.

On the other side, there's the EMH. He's loud and often rude. The longer he's left on, the more he demands to be treated with respect. Even as he recieves more rights and freedoms, Janeway and his crew tend to take a defensive/dismissive stance when he asks for more recognition. Like

EMH: I deserve the same rights and treatment as any other member of this crew!

Crewmember: *eyeroll* What's the issue now? You do realise that you have more autonomy than any other hologram in Federation history, right? We could reset your personality if we wanted to but we don't, so where's the gratitude?

I think this was a pretty great, though unintentional, example of how people expect members of oppressed groups to be "grateful" for what they have and be "nice" when they ask to be treated as equals. Data is a beloved character who can do no wrong in the eyes of the viewer, but the EMH is a comedic character that many find annoying, even though they essentially want the exact same thing.

Additionally, in the time of TNG, androids are rare. Data is an anamoly. But in Voyager, holograms are common. The EMH is basically a cutting-edge household appliance. They're commonplace and most definitely not considered sentient. I think that the Voyager crew is distinctly uncomfortable when the EMH asks for more recognition because it forces them to consider if this could apply to the other holograms they've used, created, and destroyed over the years. When the EMH creates a holonovel about the oppression of holographic life, his crewmates are feel offended and even betrayed that he's repaying their kindness this way. Having to accept the EMH's sentience means a fundamental change in their entire worldview and way of life.

#I'm losing my MIND #holo discourse #emh #voy #data #tng #txt

[lurafita]

Sentient household appliances

Magnus is very attatched to some of his household items. He bought the first coffee maker ever invented in 1763. (He named it "Brewtiful") And instead of buying new models, he used his magic to upgrade the original. He did the same with quite a few other things he really liked as well. Due to the continued exposure of his magic and the emotional component, these things have gained a kind of sentience to them over the years and decades and centuries.

As they are non-living things, their sentience is simpler than it would be in living beings. They fulfill the role they were made for, but base their "performance" on their owner. Magnus' coffee is always delicious, unless it is served to people Magnus doesn't like. And it might switch to decaf if Magnus hasn't slept for too long. The fridge, which has been with him since the early 1800 when the first vapor compression refridgeration was built, (lovingly named Frostella, because he had just seen a play for Cinderella by a traveling theater group back then and it made a funny amount of sense in his head), always keeps his groceries fresh, no matter how long they have been in there. It also rearranges itself so Magnus has easier access to the things he needs right then. His toaster (purchased in 1894, nicknamed "Kōjin", after the god of fire, hearth, and the kitchen in japanese mythology", because the first toasters invented were a fire hazard) always makes the bread just right.

They can get a little moody as well.

Magnus: "I'm sorry, Kōjin. I promise to eat breakfast more regularly. You are right, it is a very important meal. And I appreciate your wonderful work." Alec: "Mags? Are you … talking with the Toaster?" Magnus: "I skipped out on breakfast for three days and then ate a Croissant in a Paris bakery yesterday, instead of the bagel Kōjin lovingly made for me. Now he is cross with me and burned our toasts. Kōjin, I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to neglect your effort. I swear I just forgot. Please forgive me, you know I love you." Alec: "… I'm just gonna accept this without further comment."

#magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #shadowhunters tv #malec headcanons #Magnus' semi sentient household appliances

[objectobsession]

The Brave Little Toaster franchise > MOST CHARACTERS

Following up, is the franchise of The Brave Little Toaster! The franchise's first movie along with the first Cars movie (and later on the second) made my childhood! I will forever love this movie with all my heart and soul. Those dear memories are sure worth cherishing.

Once again, I do not intend to list and put picture of all those (to the "sentient object" characteristic qualified) characters, because that would be too many. And I neither will I do that for upcoming media on this list whenever they get to obtain the "many/most/all" tag.

On to the subject of matter, this franchise consists of three movies:

Movie: The Brave Little Toaster (1987)

Movie: The Brave Little Toaster to the Rescue (1997)

Movie: The Brave Little Toaster Goes to Mars (1998)

#inanimate object characters #animate objects #living objects #sentient #sentient objects #anthropomorphic objects #anthro objects #things #actual objects #non-human characters #human characters #many/most/all characters #tblt #the brave little toaster #the brave little toaster goes to mars #goes to mars #the brave little toaster to the rescue #to the rescue #animated #movies #animated movies #rated G movies #film industry #last century #household objects #appliances #devices #machines #my favourites

[hotdamndarkiplier]

Who else remembers THIS fucking movie?

Like, it was a 1980’s animated movie that LOOKS like it’s meant for kids, but OOOOHHH NO IT ISNT.

IT SCARRED ME MENTALLY WITH AN IMAGE THAT I BELIEVED WAS A FEVER DREAM UNTIL I HAD THE GUTS TO LOOK IT UP, AND IT EXISTS???

In this animated film, five sentient household appliances -- Toaster, Blanky, Radio, Lampy and a vacuum cleaner named Kirby -- living in an abandoned cabin have grown lonely. Longing to reunite with their owner, a young man named Rob, the appliances set off on a harrowing trek through the wilderness, surviving as best they can despite limited sources of electricity. Worse yet, when they arrive in the big city they discover they may no longer be useful because of new, modern appliances.

The Brave Little Toaster is a fucking psychedelic NIGHTMARE that parents let their kids watch.

The vacuum cleaner TRIES TO KILL ITSELF BY STRANGLING ITSELF WITH ITS OWN CORD. THE LAMP BLOWS OUT ITS LIGHT BULB. I CANNOT MAKE THIS SHIT UP EVEN IF I WANTED TO.

PLEASE TELL ME SOMEONE ELSE REMEMBERS THIS.

#fever dream #hello pm? #1980s movies #kids movie #yeah fuckn right

[klywrites]

bored

taking suggestions for very specific or strict writing challenges. for example:

can't use the word "the"

every sentence must begin with the word "I"

every sentence must begin with the letter "I"

can't use periods

protagonist must be a sentient household appliance

for each chapter number, add a zero after it. that's how many sentences the chapter must have, no more and no less

won't promise I'll try any of them but please inspire me

#kly.txt #gonna sleep now

[zerm1v0hg]

The World of Ionos (9)

Nazowanas – A spook-themed, tourist trap town located on a terra bordering the peaks Bakarech-Owai, with a direct view of the grim lands for those in the town’s grid-planned streets. Over eight-hundred people live on or visit the terra in total, though no-one dares to set up a permanent community. Storm Globe souvenirs and Crystalmaton fake monsters are among the technology present here, and a lone trained Dome-Beaver flies around as a security measure in case an actual apocalypse occurs.

Jimūzunin – An amphibious, humanoid people who originated on a watery terra on Ionos. They biologically differ from the Aquanosians of Atmos in that they can change their multicoloured, koi-like skin’s two primary colours at will as a form of chameleon-like camouflage. They’re also often strong in both air and in water, and they possess hydrokinetic abilities to manipulate water at will (to say nothing of their maelstrom-generating technology), but they struggle in hot and dry climates regardless.

Elemental crystals – Crystals with classical elemental alignments (fire, water, wind, etc.) are rarer on Ionos than they are on Atmos, but have significantly higher levels of raw power – their power levels can vary from harmless household appliances to miniature weapons of mass destruction.

Jyoti-Paharedaar – Artificial sentinels powered by semi-sentient crystals inside their part-clockwork metallic casings. They might appear large and cumbersome, but if necessary they can give bursts of speed, they have inbuilt weaponry, and they’re resistant to extreme temperatures and environments. However, they’re vulnerable to attacks with certain biological substances and pathogens.

Energy batons and prods – These relatively commonplace opponent-electrifying tools are powered by crystals that innately learn through attunement to their user’s thoughts via repeated usage how much voltage to inflict and where to concentrate it. Most models are armoured to make them impervious to damage, and some can even semi-independently work to their main user’s will when in the hands of someone else. But all models are ultimately dependent on a user holding them to in any way act. They’re also, with the exception of specialised models, vulnerable to surges if the devices’ energy flares are blasted by energy-bolts whilst they’re active. Batons and prods are built and traded all over Ionos, and it depends on a terra’s laws what uses they can and can’t be legally used by enforcements for, although rogues get their hands on the technology regardless.

Uhōsukai – Rare but domesticated bioluminescent, pegasus-like beasts used as mounts by those who can obtain them, including the Thunderclaps. There aren’t many tameable beasts on Ionos which match these creatures in speed and agility. They’re also highly resistant to physical force, although they’re no match for a dragon’s strength regardless.

#fic: the storm hawk and the dragon #My writing #far side #fanfiction

[genuflectx]

Robot Butler/Reader CH 1

Ch 1 Length: 4,748 words

Full Story Length: 8,029 words

Main Kinks: Robots, risk of being seen/heard, public sex, creampie, fingering,

Other Warnings: Mentions of university, arguing with parents, former sex work,

1/30/2020: REPOST

(all images in aesthetic board are labeled for reuse with modification or are mine)

You took a bite of your chicken Marsala and cringed. It had been your mother's turn to make dinner, but she had never been a five star chef. You supposed she made up for that in her extensive mechanical skill sets. Where mother couldn't sauté, she could solder; where she couldn't bake, she could debug. And that was all well and good, but it did your family no favors at meal time, especially as you nearly choked. That was why, she declared, she and your father were going to be hiring someone else to do the cooking.

“You mean like... a personal chef?” asked your younger sister Lilly, on the brink of exploding with glee.

Mom smirked and tried to withhold her excitement. “A little more than that.”

“She means a new robot. That's what she means,” came your smug father.

Embarrassed, your mom's face reddened. Because she worked in a field that repaired damaged bots, she was greatly fond of them. Dad always teased her about her affinity with machines. Your three-story house already had two non-sentient cleaning bots, which sucked up dirt and debris on the floor. Mom had even named them: Debra and Deloris, the dust bunnies.

Your sibling was vibrating in her chair, eyes sparkling and grin ear-to-ear. It was obvious how she felt, but you were unsure. You were a college student, and felt that money was already spread far too thin to be hiring house staff willy-nilly, let alone one that needed a battery charge. The fact that your sister was to graduate high school in two years, before also heading to university, didn't help either.

You prudently let the fork rest, making no noise. “Can we afford a robot?”

At this, mom sat back and rose a brow. She wriggled a bit, as if smoothing a napkin in her lap. “Well. That's not the only announcement I have to make,” she glanced around the table, upping suspense. “I got a raise! An extra dollar an hour!” Then she added quickly, in a sing-song voice. “Plus he's discount, 'cause he's refurbished.”

“That's wonderful mom! But- he?” you squinted.

Lilly clapped softly. “A sentient robot!”

Through a full mouth, your dad nodded with a mumbled. “Eeeyup!”

The majority of household robots were considered non-thinkers, unable to form original thoughts or have emotions more complex than a slug. They were the robots in your phones, your appliances, the robots that could generate artwork or manufacturer small objects. You and Lilly had only interacted with free, complex-thought-driven robots a handful of times.

Sentient bots were more for the extremely rich, as typically only the rich could afford to hire and maintain them. They were stronger, more humanoid, and sometimes nearly indistinguishable from people. You loved bots, but you had to admit it. The idea of having a thinking one in your home frightened you just a little.

When time came for him to move in, you'd still been on the fence. You'd been expecting a thin, sharp-edged thing with a long, snooty face and cutting eyes. Instead, your mom led in a robot totally the opposite of the image of a butler.

He followed after her clumsily, turning sideways and ducking inside, and you could not help but see him as a sturdy Clydesdale trying to be somewhere he should not. He was in no way the delicate models designed to take up as little space as possible. Perhaps that is why your parents wanted to give him a chance, as who in their right mind would hire such a hulking thing to be their quiet, orderly butler? You found yourself blatantly staring.

You didn't think you'd ever seen a humanoid robot so big before. You wondered if his previous function had been in construction, or something equally as hefty. Everything about him was built for strength; with strong legs to move and strong arms to grasp.

He was tall and rotund. His shoulders were wide, not built for shimmying into the small door frames of your house. The arms were hard and stiff, perfect for lifting. Hands smooth and soft, square and flat, jointed together by middle mechanisms hidden in soft, flexible silicon. And his legs were thick and round, with built in shoes for feet.

The face was broad, with a strong brow line, and cheeks highlighted with sliced matte, the colors neon pink, yellow, green, and blue. There was no nose, ears, or lips. Instead there were five vertical slits in place of a mouth, where the speaker was located under the plates of his face. His eyes were big and just as neon as his cheeks, black pupils constantly dilated. Unlike the humanoid bots made now, he did not have a pseudo-skin scalp, and thus would need to wear wigs were he to want hair. Modernly, he was hairless, save for long, fake eyelashes. He was certainly a few years behind, as far as facial features went.

“And this is [Y/N], my apparently very quiet offspring. Can you say hi, [Y/N]?” Laughed your mom with good humor.

Lilly elbowed you in the side to grab your attention and you grunted, glaring at her. She smiled innocently as you craned your neck to answer.

“...Hi. Your name is?”

The bulky robot blinked his lavish eyelashes down at the two of you. “Designation: Ezra. I am enchanted.”

“Howdy enchanted, I'm Lilly! So, how much is mom paying you?”

Glare number two was shot her way, this time via your mom. Before she could scold her, your dad popped out of his study.

“Whoooops, forgot the robot was starting today. I wondered what all that hubbub was!”

You were increasingly embarrassed to be standing among these people who were, apparently, your family. As you and your parents showed Ezra around the house (Lilly tailing behind), you couldn't help but let your eyes wander.

Ezra wore a freshly ironed dark gray suit, with white underneath and a black tie. It was tailored perfectly, but looked humorous covering his wide shoulders. He was not a bot meant to wear clothes, but this get up was likely more appropriate for his new occupation. Nervous eyes snapped up when you realized you'd been checking out his butt.

He had his own room, which had previously been used for excessive storage. Now it was a carpeted resting room for him to recharge and enjoy his free time. It had a small book self, a comfortable loveseat, and a small television hooked into the wall. In one corner, near the loveseat, was an upright charging station with several thick, neatly organized chords. Sparse, but cozy.

He hadn't brought much to unpack; just a few books, a suitcase of professional clothing, and a small box full of extra parts for repairs, if job injury occurred.

Everyone left him to unpack in peace, but you were curious. You knocked at the door frame. “Knock knock! Just me, the 'very quiet offspring,'” you laughed.

Ezra's movements were jerky as he froze in the midst of setting down a book upon the self. “Yes? What may I help you with?”

You leaned against the frame, arms crossed and lips pursed. “Just wanted to say... welcome to the family, Ezra.”

He would smile if he had the means. “Thank you, I appreciate the warmth.”

After a moment of hesitation and a twirl of your hair, you shifted weight and went on. “I was wondering... mom said you were refurbished, right?”

He was keeping steady eye contact, hand still frozen inches from the bookshelf. “Yes, that's correct.”

“What did you used to be? You look like construction, or maybe someone who moves boxes,” you mused, head cocked and lips pursed.

Ezra finally set the book down and turned his body fully towards you. He was surprised by the question. His bright, ringed eyes stared forward, unblinking. “...Your mother hasn't told you?”

You shook your head.

Immediately, like ripping off a band-aid, he replied. “I was a sex worker.”

You stared, blank. He stared, blank. Really, it was terribly awkward. You felt blood rise to your skin and heat radiate from it in turn. A slight sense of panic set in.

“Oh. Okay. Well... goodnight!”

You shut his door and rushed, as quietly as possible, to your own room. You didn't even know why you felt so embarrassed, but you did. As you leaned back against your door, you realized that you'd perhaps been rude to pry. No need to drag up the past if he wanted to avoid it- not that he gave any indication one way or the other.

On the other hand... were you overreacting? It was just one little question, and he hadn't seemed bothered. Maybe you were just embarrassed about it because now you were thinking about him bending someone over and- you slumped to the floor. Holy shit. You just met him a few hours ago! Weren't you supposed to be nervous around sentient robots? But how could you be with those curves, and those eyelashes, and all those bright colors and, you sighed.

Clammy hands drug down your damp face. Deciding you needed to get your mind off of things, you settled in bed and pushed the thoughts away with a cute movie about dogs. After, you went promptly to sleep.

The next day Ezra got to work. Your parents left him a list of things to do, but told him not to fret about finishing them all since it was his first day. And, with Lilly locked in her room with her video games, you were the one who had to keep the robot in line. For example, if he needed to find a specific soap, or if he needed to know where certain dishes went, you were there to inform him. Luckily since it was summer, you or Lilly would always be around to help him adjust.

You idly watched some streaming while he tidied the living room around you. He was interesting. Very quiet; Ezra tended to do his work silently. He dusted the top of a high shelf with ease, not even needing to stand on tippy-toes to reach. You watched from the corner of your eye, secretly admiring the dip in his back and his tall stature.

He was the thickest sex bot you'd ever seen. As the thought unwillingly slipped into mind, you snapped your eyes back to the tablet screen in bashfulness. It was wrong of you to feel so attracted to someone who was obviously finished with that line of work. No doubt, he was made this way on purpose. Every straight edge, every curve, every flashy color had to be decided upon by a human. So perhaps even if you did feel some guilt, it was only natural to be at least a little attracted to him. It meant the designers did their job right.

Suddenly his pink-tinged frame was in front of you, and you jumped.

“I've finished the dusting. What's next on the list?”

You squinted at the paper in hand. “Mmm. Laundry. Know where the washer is?”

He nodded, and left the room without another word. After a few moments, he came tromping back up to you, a drooping pile of clothes in hand.

“Are these in need of washing?”

That was the pile of dirty clothes you'd had in a corner of your bedroom. A piece loosened as he adjusted, falling to the floor with a gentle whoosh. He squatted to pick it back up, and you blushed when you realized it was panties. You tried not to look embarrassed.

“Oh, yeah... Those are dirty.”

He noted your stare, and then he was gone again.

Ezra had actually been able to complete all the tasks on the list by the time your parents had come home. He'd even begun cooking a solid hour before hand. They were impressed with his ambition and praised him to high Heaven, giving all smiles.

As everyone doted on his cooking skills, your mom asked. “So, how did you feel your first day went Ezra? Did the kids give you Hell?” she joked, referring to you and your younger sister.

He was sitting at the table, though he didn't eat. Your mom had insisted. “Very well, mam. [Y/N] was a great help to me.”

“Were they now?” your dad's brow rose.

“I just read from the list, that's all,” you shrugged. “If you could call that a help.”

The robot continued. “Yes, and it sped up completion by exactly five minutes. Dinner would have been a little late, otherwise.” Sounding very genuine, he punctuated softly with “Thank you.”

You leaned on your hand and smirked, feeling fuzzy. It made you feel silly to be so happy that he'd openly appreciate you in front of your family, but that was how you felt. It was nice. You twirled the fork in your pasta, then nibbled quietly.

“What about me?” groused Lilly.

Like an expert salesman, he soothed her irritation. “You kept to yourself, which gave me much room to work. Thank you too, Lilly.”

She nodded and continued to eat sloppily, appeased.

After dinner you offered to help Ezra clean up. He'd rejected the idea at first, considering this was what he was being paid for. But you suggested he could take up cleaning the kitchen, and you would take the dining room. He reluctantly allowed this.

As you wiped off the table, removing any trace of being eaten on, he side stepped behind you a little too close. His pelvis gently brushed against your rear. You squeaked and your face went red.

“Is something the matter?” He asked innocently, stopping in his tracks.

Unable to face him, you shook your head no. “I just- I thought I saw a mouse! That's all.”

He hummed beside you, leaning with one palm flat to the clean table's surface. “I see. Then I shall put 'mouse traps' down on the grocery list.”

You swallowed and nodded, scolding your body inwardly. Ezra seemed satisfied, slowly sliding his hand off the table and walking to the kitchen with half the dishes. He returned soon to get the rest, leaning over you to gingerly grab them. He could have walked around, but no. At the very least he was tall enough to do this without pressing against your back.

“What are you doing?” you stammered, twisting around to glance up at him nervously.

He stacked the plates in one hand. “Getting the dishes. [Y/N], if I may... you've looked like you've been burning up all day.” The back of his hand felt your forehead, then your cheek. “Shall I fetch a thermometer?”

You were too stunned to speak, your poor body reacting from the close quarters and his gentle touch. The silicone of his hands were warm. For a moment you stared up at him, brows furrowed and floundering for words. It didn't help that you were pretty much being forced to press against the table to keep the distance. But would it be so bad if the distance closed?

Your throat found words on its own, without your brain. You turned back around, slumping somewhat with hands to the table, tense. “N-n-no, not necessary, I'm fine!”

He processed your reaction. The plates were set down fastidiously, so as not to clink. Then he placed a palm to your back, in the location of your heart. You tensed in further, breath nearly stopping as he went on.

“Are you certain? Your heart rate has picked up significantly, as well,” he said smoothly.

Deep breath. You let it go shakily. “...You know what you're doing, don't you?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

He chuckled.

You let that response sink in. Of course he knew, he'd been in a line of work that required him to comprehensively understand human physical reactions.

“I'm sorry. I'm embarrassed.”

His hand slid down a few inches, towards your side. You shivered involuntarily and dropped your head, ashamed of yourself.

Ezra chuckled again. “That's alright. Did you want this?”

You took another breath, glad he could not see how your face and ears and hands were burning. You gave a nod and arched, ass bumping against his body. With that confirmation to yourself, you could feel the blood rushing low.

“Did you want this?” you parroted back, unsure. Worry gnawed at you.

He hummed, bringing hands to lightly grasp your hips. He enjoyed the way his fingers wrapped around your body. With a slight buck, grinding against your ass, he replied. “You're very interesting.”

“Ha. That's what I've been thinking about you. Funny. U-um, we should go upstairs.”

“Why?”

You peeked over your shoulder to give him a pointed look. “Cause someone could walk in?”

He ground against you harder, using the grip on your hips. You couldn't help but bite your lip and breathe hard, already getting worked up. Suddenly he was pushing a palm against your shoulder, forcing your elbows to buckle and your head to lower against the table. You grumbled, and struggled a bit. The hand didn't budge.

“Come on, I don't want my parents to see!” then you shuddered with disgust. “Or Lilly. Eugh.”

“Be still. They won't.”

You sighed, but found yourself complying. Something about the depravity of the situation was riling you up, and you could feel the dampness of your panties growing every time he spoke.

“Ju-just... try and be quiet,” you pleaded.

He nodded, lifting the hand that had been pinning you. Gray butler's pants were unfastened, and then feet were nudging yours apart. You pressed your forehead to the table, arms wrapped around your head to hide yourself away. But when something thick rubbed up between your still covered legs you jolted. Lifting from the table and glancing under yourself, you could vaguely make out the round tip of his dick.

“Oh,” you breathed, excited but a little nervous. “You're big... and pretty. It's a rainbow, like your cheeks!”

“And my arms. And my legs. I must show you my body, sometime.”

The implications burned you up. He was pulling down your shorts and panties with care, now. Spreading your cheeks and nudging your legs apart even further, he hummed with satisfaction.

“Beautiful,” his flat fingers went to your already sticky folds. “Wet.”

You shoved your head back into your arms and wiggled. “We don't have time for foreplay, someone could walk in at any minute Ezra! Just... put it in already. Please,” you sounded desperate.

That wasn't something he was used to hearing. Ezra was rather fond of foreplay, and was worried you would hurt with the girth of his tip. After all, the head of his dick was much wider than the base, and it was covered in symmetrically placed bumps. Without enough foreplay, it may be difficult to squeeze it all inside. But he also aimed to please, and would obey up until you started gritting teeth.

He rubbed his smooth cock through your folds a few times, enjoying the warmth and softness. You were obviously embarrassed as Hell, but he could tell you needed it so badly. The tip pressed against your entrance, then let up, then pressed again. He was trying to be easy.

You moved back the next time he inched forward. The tip stretched and burned as it slipped just barely inside, and you gasped.

“Are you alright?” he asked, soothing with a slow swipe across your lower back.

“...Just give me a minute.”

After a rest, he was slowly, slowly, enveloping himself in you. As expected it was taking some time, you just weren't used to the width or the knots. But oh, you were determined. If you were going to lean over the dining room table, risking being caught fucking the new robot butler, then by God you were going to finish getting fucked. Assuming he would ever hilt at all. The bumps were the hardest parts to slip inside.

When he finally did hilt you were ecstatic. It felt swollen and twitched inside of you, barely able to fit. But you were just so full. So amazingly, painfully full. You'd never felt so filled up in your entire life. No greasy college kid could ever compare to this, and you got the feeling there would be no coming back from it.

“May I?”

“God yes,” you whispered.

He rotated his hips, only pulling out a few inches. The girth made you grit your teeth and hiss, your body staying deathly still. In turn Ezra leaned over your back, his arm wriggling under your belly and smoothing over your clit. His weight against your skin was electrifying.

He rubbed you off while grinding into you at a slow pace. If he were human, you were sure he'd have already become erratic with the inability to multi-task. But he kept it up perfectly. You muffled a sigh with your arm. The budding pleasure helped your muscles relax, easing the removal of his cock.

Ezra slowly pulled out in one gentle stroke, and plunged in just as quickly. He began to rock methodically. You bit your arm to keep from making any noise, drool oozed down your skin.

“So tight,” he whispered, pressing the flat pads of his fingers against your clit a little harder.

You hummed quietly in approval. Suddenly you wondered something in the back of your mind. Could he feel pleasure, too? Or was he doing this simply because he still had it programed in his coding? Releasing teeth from sore arm, you asked. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” he breathed, shoving in particularity hard.

You squeaked and slapped a hand to your mouth. Ezra laughed dryly and swirled his fingers before violently thrusting. Your ass smacked and clapped loudly against his pelvis, filling the room with the sounds of sex. You nearly had to suffocate yourself in your arms to keep from involuntarily moaning from the sudden, intense sensations. To make matters worse, the stacked plates at your side clattered and clinked noisily. Just as quick as he began, he slowed again.

You caught your breath, legs shaking. “Don't do that! That was so loud!”

The robot nodded. Coyly, he decided to jerk you off intensely instead. You became a gasping, shivering mess bent across the table. He listened to the beautiful sound of your heart racing, felt the way you began to sweat and buck. As you started to come around his rainbow cock he stopped fucking you, just letting you whisper harshly into your arms with the pleasure.

“Mmm. So nice,” he praised as you twitched.

You came down from the high and panted as quietly as possible. Ezra had stood back up, stroking your back sweetly with affection. He slowly removed himself from your tight wet walls, strings of slick connecting the two of you.

“What are you doing?” you asked, still rather breathless.

“You have finished.”

Looking back over your shoulder, you rose a brow and pursed your lips. “You haven't, though.”

“Correct.”

When he didn't say anything more, instead staring at you with confusion, you continued. “Don't you want to cum?”

He titled his head and blinked those long, pretty eyelashes. “Typically sex is for the enjoyment of the customer.”

You straightened and turned to face him, shorts and panties around your ankles. “I'm not a customer, and you're no longer in sex work.”

This seemed to confuse him further. “But you are my employer.”

“Listen,” you bit your lip, thinking a second. “You can feel pleasure, can't you?”

He nodded.

“And you can cum?”

He nodded again.

With a slight jump you settled your ass against the dining room table (sorry mom and dad) then leaned back against your arms, legs spread. “Then fuck me, Ezra.”

His cock leaped, and you couldn't help but notice the slight temperature rise from the space between skin and metal. “Yes,” he agreed, voice cracking.

His hands grasped the fatty part of your thighs and pushed them away even further, putting your dripping pussy more in the limelight. You should have been much more bashful at that. But after he made you orgasm so well, and after treating you so sweetly, you just wanted him to have his own fun. Poor bot probably had blue balls! Besides that... sex working robots couldn't get you pregnant, and you had never been cum inside before. The thought thrilled you.

You watched him line the tip of his round shaft up with your hole again eagerly. He was nearly shaking. Hot air was fanned out of his body as it pushed inside for a second time, slowly settling in. It slipped inside much easier this time around. You sighed, loving the fill.

“There you go,” you whispered, sliding so you were on your back and he could hold your lower body up.

He fucked you moderately, but rhythmically like a metronome, head tilted back and eyes closed. Your warm pussy was so amazingly small around his soft silicone cock. The suction was nearly unbearable. Almost no one let him fuck them to his completion during his time with sex work, outside of those who got off to sucking his thick robot dick.

Ezra pressed your feet together and set them against one shoulder, further compressing your walls against him. He groaned quietly, the first time you'd heard him give any verbal indication of pleasure.

“Where shall I cum?” He asked politely.

You gently felt yourself up and smirked naughtily. “Inside of me, Ezra. Just let go.”

“Ahhh,” sighed the robot quietly, his movements becoming small. Soon he was pushing your legs back, lifting your ass from the table, and hilting himself deeply into your folds.

You squished yourself against him the best you could to be helpful. Ezra's legs rattled as he fought to keep upright, the load he'd suppressed for months pumping generously into you at a lovely angle. As his wide legs slowly regained their stability, you noticed the hour hand upon the clock. It hung there mockingly; the only eye that had witnessed your copulation.

“It's late,” you whispered, with Ezra still holding your ankles against his shoulder and his dick pulsating inside, as if organic.

Finally, the colorful rings of his eyes were visible again. He stared down at the place where your bodies connected, happy and fulfilled.

“Did you hear me?”

Dark pupils shifted up to yours. “Yes. I apologize. Here,” he answered quietly, slipping his dick out.

Faux-cum dribbled onto the table. He helped you off like a gentleman and hastily refastened his wrinkled pants. The two of you just stood there, tense. Ezra suddenly became shy and glanced off to the side, his hands hidden behind his back.

Still shorts-less, You half-smiled and stood onto your tiptoes, where you pressed a soft kiss to the side of his pink chin.

Ezra expelled hot air, and wished he could smile back. “I will finish the dishes and wipe the table, now. You should sleep. Eight hours is generally the amount humans need.”

You nodded while clumsily shimmying your underwear and shorts back on over exposed hips. Yanked on them a bit when accidentally giving yourself a wedgie. There was still cum inside of you, and the wetness from your lovemaking was rather uncomfortable.

“I'll clean myself up, then phew-” you slumped. “I think I'm gonna pass out. Think anyone heard?”

He turned his head slightly, as if listening. A few second went by. “No. I don't hear anybody nearby. We are safe.”

A sigh of relief. “Then I'll... see you in the morning, Ezra,” you pat him on the chest gingerly.

He looked as if he wanted to say something else, but eventually lowered his head and straightened his back. “Yes. Sleep well [Y/N]. I will be here,” he picked up the stack of plates automatically.

With one last look, you padded silently out the door. A sweep of the room revealed dark emptiness; Ezra was right, no one had been around to hear. Thank goodness. So you crept on through, up the stairs, and to the bathroom for clean up. Then, once you were satisfied with the job, crawled languidly under the covers and had the best sleep of your life.

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