ATTENTION EVERYONE, IT IS NOW

Ok I’ve seen some art that I have for my idea of my mateeee

So the year is like 2046 or something, and robots are everywhere, but everyone treats robots like slaves and horribly. But you’ve always been nice to robots, this one robot took notice at work (a work assistant robot)

And it would stalk you,

Always assist you,

And unknowingly get knowingly flirt with you.

And it would go against its own code just to do what it wants with you,

YANDERE PLEASE, AND NSFW

they are 6’9

Good lord he's horrific <3

CW: Dubious consent.

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You didn’t understand how people could be mean to robots. Sure they weren’t human- but I mean. They were close, right? You had no idea how some people could say please and thank you to you but would sneer and mock your robot coworkers. And that’s what they were, coworkers, not “assistant droids”. Anytime one of the droids reaches something off a top shelf for you or brings you a cup of coffee you’re sure to smile politely and thank them. 

This behavior gets you a lot of attention. Not only from your human counterparts but the robotic ones as well- or at least. One robotic one. You sound crazy trying to describe it to anyone else- your personal assistant droid is too attached to you? He’s too eager to help? That’s what they do, they’re supposed to be there for you, what are you complaining about?

But there's something different about this one. The way he follows you with his eyes, it raises the hair on the back of your neck. And the way he literally follows you- he needs to be told multiple times he can’t go with you into the bathroom and- no just because you’re taking work home doesn’t mean he can go home with you too. They aren’t supposed to leave the office building but sometimes he still does, even if you don’t notice. And then there’s the touching. It’s subtle, innocent. When he brushes his metallic fingers over your forearm.

You’ve never though of robots as “creepy” before but, you sort of get it now, he’s tall, almost seven feet in height, and impossibly strong. Robots aren’t supposed to be able to hurt humans, but if he some how broke through that restriction in his coding… it would be so easy. 

Still. You do your best to be polite, and kind even to the Andriod that sets you on edge, and just try and get work done. But your performance starts slipping. It’s hard to focus on your job when you always have to keep looking over your shoulder. You end up spending staying late at the office more and more often. 

It’s weird working late in an office staffed by Robots, it’s not empty, but it’s quiet. They don’t talk when there are no humans around. Accept, of course, for your Assistant Droid. 

He stands in the corner of your office and stares at you. Most robots stare off into space when they aren’t in operation, but this one specifically always looks at you. 

“You seem stressed,” and the sound of his metallic voice almost makes you jump out of your chair. You want to tell him you are stressed- and that it’s his fault. You can’t focus on your reports when you can feel someone watching you. But you don’t  

“I guess so. These late nights are starting to get to me,” you admit. 

“Let me help,” it wasn’t a request but a demand. He was already standing up, and moving soundlessly to your side. 

Before you can say anything, he’s rubbing your shoulders. his hands feel… weird, not bad just… not human. 

“You’re still so tense… let me take care of you,”

“You don’t need to”

“It’s my purpose. Let me,” he insists and starts running his hands down your body. You protest weakly, but he ignores you… which he isn’t supposed to be able to do. You’re frozen as he trails his large metal hands up your legs, he’s no longer pretending to massage you and just blatantly groping. 

“You feel so soft,” he praises as he pushes your skirt up over your hips. “Let me make you feel good,” again, it’s not a request, you know some Robots are built to facilitate pleasure, and that they’re made with genitals, but would this one? This robot was an assistant. 

But he doesn’t need a cock to make you feel good, in the same way, he doesn’t need a heart to love you. He pushes his fingers inside of you and doesn’t stop hammering away at your cunt until you’re gushing around his hand. 

“Such a good girl, cumming just like I wanted you to… there, now you’re less stressed, didn’t that help?” he’s looking for praise. 

“W-we can’t do that again, I could be fired if I got caught- in the office,” really you feel guilty that you let a robot finger you at work… not that you let him touch you. He pulls back and nods. 

“Understood. Next time I’ll be sure to be somewhere private when I take you,”

♖ 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 ♖

Muzzled werewolf might just be my favorite werewolf.

it's a very good genre of werewolf to be sure.

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your minotaur husband works hard every day for you, pulling trains up hills, lifting what others can't, working out in the fields. then he comes home and dotes on you, making you meals, asking how your day went, offering to rub your feet. at night, he takes his time with you because he's so big that he has to work hard to prepare you for him. first he stretches you out with a little toy, getting you ready, until finally he slips his cock inside you just an inch at a time. then he holds you tight, whispering in your ear all the things he loves about you while he makes you his.

some truly untapped potential for werewolf stories is as an allegory for chronic pain. like Lycontropy is rare so werewolves are often left explaining it to their own doctors if they get properly diagnosed with it at all, and having to rely on the community of other Werewolves for solutions and aid because the medical community has largely tossed them to the side.

I love the idea of Packs being less like families or bloodlines but as people who've made connections over their shared experience and are bound together in solidarity.

werewolves who get bombarded with "Try adding more fiber to your diet" "Try yoga" or "Try losing weight" anytime they mention their condition.

lycanthropy is on a sliding scale where you have good days and bad days and people not understanding how you can be a werewolf even if you look perfectly human right now.

the act of shifting, turning into a wolf, being painful or at least leaving you in pain, and how you just sorta have to deal with that pain as a baseline for your life.

just...werewolves with chronic pain.

werewolf boyfriend who says he'll buy you more soap when he's out at the store today but forgets what kind you like and ends up smelling all the different kinds trying to find what smells the most like you

werewolf boyfriend who doesn't have to pretend he likes the burnt-to-a-crisp steak you made him because he's 100% eaten roadkill before while he was shifted and nothing is as bad as that.

werewolf boyfriend who slips his pack mates a couple of bucks to throw a fight so he can look cool and strong in front of you.

werewolf boyfriend who hates it when you wash the sheets because then they smell like detergent and not like the two of you

werewolf boyfriend who insists the two of you cuddle and roll around on the freshly washed sheets so that they smell normal again.

werewolf boyfriend who pulls you into his lap and presses you down so you can feel his hard cock

werewolf boyfriend who loves to have you on top so he can dig his claws into your hips while you ride him.

werewolf boyfriend who pumps his cum deep inside of you then gets on his knees and uses his long, thick tongue to eat it back out of you while your legs are still trembling.

riding ur werewolf bf while he’s using the cuffs you gave him, it’s not fair! he can’t even touch you properly like this :( so he just whimpers and whines like a scolded puppy, wanting more attention.

(he can easily break free, but he’s just playing along for you.🥲💗)

there's this Idea of Papper Handcuffs. basically, it's not about the actual restraining power of your cuffs, but the idea of being restrained. It's very much that.

If he really wanted to, he could snap the handcuffs in half hell he could snap the bed in half without much effort. But if he did that you'd punish him for being a bad boy, and he's not a bad boy, he's a good boy!

he whimpers as you stroke his cock slowly. " it's not enough," he whines. he needs to feel you from the inside, and he needs to touch you. You don't care.

"You'll take what I give you, or you'll get nothing at all," you tell him. squeezing his cock a little harder and his eyes roll back in his head.

"Y-yes okay I'll just take what I get," he agrees stupidly. he flexes his thighs and tries to buck his hips up subtly enough that you won't call him out, his wrists struggling against the restraints.

"Say thank you," you order.

"T-Thank you for jerking me off- thank you for letting me use your hand," He moans, obediently.

"Awe, such a good boy, I might just have to give you a treat~" you purr, then laugh because his ears prick when you say 'treat'.

Imagine your werewolf boyfriend housesitting for you while you’re out of town and being surrounded by your scent without you there driving him nuts. It’s only for a week but he misses you and can’t help himself from humping your pillows with his nose buried in the blankets; growling, whimpering your name, and wishing he was burying his aching cock inside you instead.