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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,”

werewolf best friend anon here!

just thinking about how desperate he gets thinking about his beloved and how the second he sees a chance he swoops in.

maybe it's organic. you two fall together so easily. it just happens.

maybe it's premediated. the guy who you were meant to go on a date with never showed up so werewolf best friend takes you out to show you what it'd look like if you gave him the time of day

maybe it's werewolf best friend asking you to help him with his rut because he 'needs it pleaseeee :(' and he claims you then

SO MANY THOUGHTS

it's a peaceful night. which isn't to say a "quiet" night, It always surprises you just how loud the forest can be. insect and birds chitter, the wind rustles the leaves noisily, and off in the distance you can hear a wolf howl. With your werewolf best friend by your side, you can't help but feel safe and at ease.

The two of you are star gazing together, far away from city lights...it feels like you two are the only people in the world.

"Are you having a good time?" he asks

"Yeah, I really like spending time with you," you whisper.

"Me too I love you- spending time with you," he stammers. you both know what he meant. for a long time the two of you are just looking at each other, you can't see him that well in the darkness but he can see you clearly, how pretty you look in the star light.

"I love you," he says again, not bothering to correct himself this time. it's about time he told you anyways. You lean up and kiss him and it's everything he's ever wanted. he knows in that moment that you are his mate, you're the only one for me.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," you whisper against his mouth.

"you should have done it sooner," he told you.

"Let's make up for lost time then,"

[nsfw] thinking of a yandere incubus who wants more than the one night with you.

you summoned him feeling depressed and desperate to take your mind away from stress. you doubted it would work, but did it more for the sake of tension, the feeling of fear tackling you away from your worries.

he didn't like that too much.

he practically crawled onto you, his nails painted black as he held you by your chin, sizing you up. he wasn't shy with the way his eyes lingered, and when he spoke you could make out fangs that shaped his insicors.

"you're such a sweet little thing, so innocent for thinking i wouldn't appear. i'll have fun ruining you." he had whispered thoughtfully into your ears, playing with the hem of your shirt with a tease as he licked a stripe against your earlobe. you shivered at the feeling of his warm tongue and he practically smirked at you.

the night felt heavenly to say the least. he seemed to be an arrogant mind, and the sight of you coming undone boosted his ego, and he took great pleasure in it. he plunged his length inside of you with a breathless gasp and you practically saw stars, before he wrapped a hand around your chest and lightly squeezed, bringing you back to your senses.

"look at me whilst i f-fuck you like this. you'll never feel this good again." he murmured towards you with half lidded eyes. you stared back up at him, his violet orbs seeming you such you up and he groaned in pleasure.

"i-i love good girls like you... a-always take my breath away..." he panted, his nails digging into your hips. he seemed to love marking you, the idea of leaving traces that wouldn't leave you arousing him more than anything.

the next day you practically felt high.

the feeling of lust lingered in your mind, staring down at your discarded panties and ripped clothes that lay against the floor. you stared down at bruises left on your neck, and your sheets carried the scent that he had left you with, a smell of sage and something that you couldn't name.

you washed your sheets that day.

you weren't supposed to! he watched you from a mirror in his realm, his eyes glaring at he chewed at his lips. surely something had gone wrong? it felt like a harsh rejection, watching you cover your imprints with makeup.

but it was fine! he'd back soon, and he'd give you another night so memorable that you'd be unable to deny. <3

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Imagine having a monster boyfriend who needs to be muzzled every time the two of you have sex and just begs you to take it off the entire time.

please baby please, can't even give you head with this stupid cage on. Please baby let me treat you right, let me use my tongue, my mouth. all I want is for you to fuck my mouth--

He, of course, cannot be trusted, and you know better by now that the line between bloodlust and sexual lust is very thin and if you take off the muzzle, he's just as likely to sink his teeth and fangs into your thigh as he is to give you head.

He presses the wire grate into your shoulder as he mounts you, his teeth gnashing behind the cage you've put him in. All he wants is to mark you, is that such a crime? And if he happens to bite you so hard that your soft skin breaks and he gets to taste your blood...well that's not so bad is it? really you're just being dramatic. he curses his past self for letting you lock him in like this.

Your monster boyfriend goes absolutely feral when you kiss the muzzle. he tries to lean in to meet you but it just pushes you away. it's not fair to tease him like that. He knows that once he calms down and his mind is clearer, you'll unlock the muzzle and kiss him for as long as he wants, but that doesn't change the fact that needs to feel your mouth on his now and is being blocked.

The idea crosses his mind that with his inhuman strength, he could probably rip the thin wire bars of the muzzle in half and get it off that way, but that would mean taking his hands off of your soft perfect body and he doesn't think he's got the will power to stop groping you and pushing your hips down on his cock.

...Life really isn't fair for your bitey monster boyfriend.

Asking your werewolf boyfriend for kisses