Okay, but, robots not having anything comparable to human genitalia adds an additional joy to the aspect of engaging in sex acts with them.
They would find a way, they would look to technology that humans already use for pleasure and utilize it.
The intimacy of plugging something like a sybian or a magic wand into a robot instead of a wall outlet, using them as a power source.
And it doesn't stop there. The intimacy of riding a gearstick or a flight stick until it's unbearable and their human can't hold on anymore and they orgasm from that in itself.
Expressing sexual love to a robot who feels so unfuckable by human standards because they don't have the organs to pleasure a human, but they find a way to love this human anyway, by God they will find a way.
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smut!! inspired by dress by taylor swift, might be ass and ooc since it was originally written for pezzy, so I beg of thee be nice to me
Every once in a while, the clooless guys would go out for a night. You being close to them, you were invited too. Tonight’s adventure was a club. A hole-in-the-wall club on 6th street, filled with dancing and smoke. You were in your apartment getting ready, slipping on the new dress you bought. You had bought it specifically for tonight to catch a certain curly-haired man’s attention. It was no secret, to anyone but him, that you liked him. Especially not to Grizzy, who had heard the million ramblings you had gone on about him. He had been trying his best to convince you to make a move, but you’d always refused. But tonight, you decided to go for it.
After a grueling hour or so of getting ready, you finally felt ready. The uber you had called had just picked you up, and you had texted the guys that you were on your way. With each passing minute you got increasingly more anxious, yet excited. Soon enough, you arrived at the club and began to walk in. It was just as the guys had described it, neon lights illuminating the smoke swirling around the people dancing. You could feel the bass of the music through your shoes as you walked towards where the guys sat. Half tipsy greetings and laughter from the others met you as you sat down beside Jaime. His eyes hadn’t left you since you walked over, maybe grizzy’s plan was working.
Throughout the night, you noticed how Jaime’s gaze never left you for long. Even as you would make friends at the bar and dance, he was always watching like a hawk, glaring daggers at anyone who dared to get too close to you. After a shot of liquid courage, you wandered back to the table and sat back down beside him. The rest of the guys were on the floor, drunk and dancing. “Something on your mind?” You asked, meeting his gaze for the first time tonight. He chuckled and took a sip of his drink, then said “Nice dress.” You smirked, knowing it worked, and thanked him. You talked more, even though he was very much distracted by the dress, and before you knew it you were leaving the club with him.
The car ride back to his place was agonizingly long. The window on your side was rolled down, letting your hair blow in the wind and hopefully taking some heat from your body. The cold wind nipped at your legs and arms as you stole glances from each other. Before long, you’d made it through his garage and into his house. You mumbled a greeting to Oso and Max before following him as he led you to his room. As soon as the door closed behind you, he had you against it, breath ragged in your ear. The hairs on your neck stood up as he whispered “You’re so tense, what happened to that confidence back at the club?” You couldn’t respond, too focused on how his hands felt running over your sides. He pulled back to look you in your eyes, his eyes already darker than you’ve ever seen. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you want this as much as I do.” He said, voice deep with restraint. You confirm, and his lips are immediately on yours. Your hands fly to his hair and he pulls you flush against him.
His hands wander to your thighs, and he whispers into your mouth, “jump.” You do so, wrapping your legs around his waist as he walks you to his bed. He lays you down without breaking the kiss, you head sinking into his pillow as his hands continue to explore your body. He breaks from the kiss and trails his lips down your jaw to your neck, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses and bites. You whine at the contact, and his hands travel under you to the zipper of your dress. He raises his head from your neck to look at you again. “Is this okay?” He asks, eyes searching yours. You nod, but he replies with “words, pretty girl.” You sigh, which makes him chuckle, and respond, “yes. Jaime, please.” Your voice was needier than anticipated, but he just smirked and slowly unzipped the dress.
He pulled the dress down your body, eyes raking over the newly exposed skin. “Holy shit..” he says to himself before diving back into your lips. After a minute of making out, he trails his lips down to your chest, reaching behind you to undo your bra with one hand, and throwing it to the side. His hands trailed up your sides to your chest, grabbing your boobs, mouth latching onto one. You gasped as he sucked and massaged, making sure he gave both boobs attention by switching from one to the other. You whimper and whine, which only eggs him on more. Before you know it, his lips are trailing down your stomach, stopping at your lace panties, fingers trailing up your thighs. He momentarily looks up at you, eyes pleading, and asks, “can i?” You nod and verbally confirm, and in the blink of an eye your panties are off and his hands are spreading your thighs. He looks up at you, and before you can ask what’s wrong, he says “ride my face. please.”
You can barely register what’s happening before he’s raising up to take off his own shirt. Your eyes trail over his upper body as he smirks and leans over you, flipping the two of you over, you sitting on his chest. “Jaime, are you sure? I mean-“ You can’t even finish your sentence before he replies with “I’m absolutely sure. I want this.” You take a deep breath before raising to hover over his mouth. To your surprise, he grips your hips tighter. “None of this hovering shit. Sit on me.” He says, his voice hungry as he pulls you down fully. The first contact of his tongue on your core had you gasping and moaning. He worked with precision, altering between long, slow licks and precise circles against your clit. Your hands flew to his hair and tugged, earning a moan from him, the vibrations against you having you in pure bliss. He ate you out, slow and open, savoring his time beneath you. You grinded down against his mouth, hips bucking in rhythm with his tongue. You could feel his smirk against you. Looking down, you could see his eyes closed and brows knitted together in concentration, it was clear he was loving it.
As the knot in your stomach tightened, you pleaded with him to keep going, and he listened. As you came, he lapped up everything you gave him, working you through your high. You raised off of him going back to sit on his chest. He looked up at you, eyes wide and pupils blown out, the man was pussy drunk. Before you could even come down from your high, he had you flipped back over onto your back, lips returning to yours in a deep kiss. You could feel the tent in his pants pressed against your inner thigh and reached down to palm him. He groaned into your mouth, letting go from the kiss and undoing his belt. The mere sound had desire snapping straight through your veins. He kicked his jeans and boxers off, leaving him fully exposed. “You just gonna stare? Or are you gonna open those pretty thighs for me?” He said, lazily stroking himself. Your thighs parted instinctively, making him smirk. He leaned back over you, bracing himself with a hand beside your head, his other hand lining himself up. “You ready sweetheart?” He asked teasingly. You nodded quickly, need evident in your face. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, leaving you gasping and grabbing his shoulders. He bottomed out and kissed you again. “Jaime.. move.” You begged, and he obliged.
He started slowly, savoring the sounds you made. But that slow rhythm didn’t last long, not with the way his name sounded falling from your lips. He soon began going faster, slamming you into the mattress. “This what you wanted huh? Wanted me to fuck you senseless?” He mumbled into your ear, stopping momentarily to hook one of your legs over his shoulder, driving himself deeper into you. The pace had you screaming his name, nails scratching down his back and shoulders. “Oh i know baby, i know.” He said condescendingly, feeling the way you clenched around him when he said it. “Oh you like it when i call you baby, huh?” You couldn’t even respond, too fucked out in your own bliss, chasing your high. “Jaime please, please im-“ “i know baby. Come on.” He pounded into you faster as your second orgasm of the night washed over you. You were grabbing at him, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. His own release followed shortly after, pressing as far into you as he could.
You were both breathing like you had just run a marathon, he leaned down to kiss your face. “You alright?” He asked, concern evident in his eyes. You nodded, unable to form words. He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his chest and holding you close. You listened to his heartbeat as he ran his hands through your hair, whispering soft compliments and praises and promises to never let you leave his sight again. Soon, the two of you drifted to sleep in each other's arms, knowing this was the start of something new. All because of that dress, that was now discarded on the floor.
what had originally been a day of working from home-given you'd woken with a horrid migraine-had slowly turned into this.
your office was dark, the curtains drawn. the only light came from your computer as you answered emails, joined meetings virtually, tried to work on your data sheets for the extra project your boss has given you the day before.
it started with an innocent visit in the morning.
jaime brought you a coffee and one of your yogurts with a bowl of fruit he'd cut for you. when you thanked him, he pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head before slipping back out of the room.
an hour later he was back, taking your water bottle to fill it up, bringing you some pain killers in case you hadn't already taken any (which you hadn't). that time, the kiss was at your temple.
another hour passed with your first meeting that left you with your head on the desk and he brought a cool washcloth to drape over the back of your neck. as you thanked him again, he kissed your forehead before yet again leaving you be.
the next time he came back, it was to bring you lunch. your favorite meal, warm and tasting like home. like relief. he sat with you the whole time you ate, even as you got on another call, before taking the empty dish and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
not even an hour later he was back to refill your water bottle again. but he required a price.
"one kiss and i'll give it to you." his voice was soft, but the teasing lilt was there.
you huffed out a laugh. "you're such a dork, you know that?"
"yeah," he shrugs, "but i'm your dork."
that got a full smile out of you. "yeah, you are."
the kiss was quick and soft, but it made something in your chest perk up. finally, he relented your water bottle and shuffled back out, running his hand along your shoulder as he went.
then he started coming back sooner. a snack, a diet coke since the caffiene usually helped a bit, more water even though it was still half full, another wash cloth to replace the one abandoned on your desk.
each gift was accompanied by a kiss. each one still made your stomach flutter as if it were the first one shared outside your apartment two years ago.
then, after his fourth water run, he pulled his own office chair into your room, sitting next to you, hand resting on your knee, tracing absent patterns.
finally, at nearly five, he was bugging you to log off early so you could rest. the pulsing behind your eyes had only gotten worse as you stared at your computer screen, but you were a little too determined to get that stupid project done.
so, he took matters into his own hands.
a kiss to the hand he pulled away from your keyboard. a brush of his lips against your neck. one to your cheek. your temple. the corner of your eye. the tip of your nose.
at first, they were spaced apart by a minute or two, then they were constant.
he continued the game until you were laughing and leaned back in your chair, abandoning your computer entirely.
the action was rewarded by a more lingering kiss that had you leaning into him, his fingers playing in your hair, yours tangled in his shirt.
finally, as if in prize to his efforts, he convinced you to fully log off and let him carry you to bed. there you two lay, tangled in each other.
"thank you," you whisper into his chest.
"what for?" his voice thrumbs against your cheek, warming you from the inside out.
"taking care of me today."
"you don't have to thank me." his hand runs up and down your back, fingers dancing along each rise and divot of your spine. "it's the least i can do."
"maybe," you hum, "but still. it means a lot to me. to know you care so much."
"of course i do." another soft kiss lands on the top of your head.
"you know," you joke, "i think i'm feeling a bit better after all those kisses."
"that's because they're magic kisses." his voice is serious, but it's broken by the gentle laugh he can't hold back. "they chase away all the bad."
"healing kisses, huh? guess i lucked out with you."
"not at much as i lucked out with you."
you grin, burying your face further into his chest. "i love you, jaime."
Droid and Reader who have been dating for a while finally get married, however Reader hates being on the internet so no one knows besides their close friends. They make an exception to announce they got married and the internet explodes. So cuteeee!!!
Inspired by the prompt: 3. B calling A pet names, except the pet names get gradually worse. B is trying not to laugh when they look at the priceless reactions of A after listening to those atrocities of pet names.
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“What do you want me to make for dinner, love?” I say to Droid while looking around in the fridge at what we had.
“Hmmm… can we make chicken tacos, pookie?” He said, stifling a giggle.
I take a second to register what he just called me; a nickname he has never called me before. I turn to look at him slowly, my one eyebrow raised quizzically. “Pookie?”
He just shrugs and has a sweet but maniacal smile on his face. He’s cooking up something in that hilarious brain of his.
I take out everything I needed for dinner and task him with chopping up the veggies while I get the chicken ready.
“Once you’re done with that, can you put the stove on and sauté them?” I ask him, while seasoning the chicken.
“Of course I can, schmoopy,” he said, taking the things over and lighting the stove.
He watches as my hand stop putting the rub on the chicken while I repeat the name in my head, trying to figure out his game. I just shake my head, continuing to cook dinner.
As the chicken is starting to cook, Droid comes up behind me and hugs around my waist. I snuggle into him as I’m stirring the chicken around the pan.
“Hi, my Snugglebutt,” he says, stifling a giggle on the top of my head. Again, he makes me stop in my tracks as I turn around to him.
“Snugglebutt?” I say, trying to not give him the satisfaction of giving in to his antics.
“What about... Love Muffin?” He says, holding his hands out like he’s offering me something.
I try not to react but I fold my lips together and close my eyes as I try not to laugh. I stand strong and look him in the eyes again.
“How ‘bout it Munchkin?” He puts his elbow on my head to show our height difference. I immediately smack it off of me; he knows that irritates me when he does it.
I pout a little as I turn back around to turn the stove off so I can get away from this conversation and finish dinner.
He hugs me from the back again, “C’mere hot stuff,” he says, kissing me on the head.
“Okay, I actually like that one,” I say, finally giggling at his antics.
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Jaime: (Mid-game, looking focused) "Alright, we got this, team—let’s goooo!"
Girlfriend: (Off-screen, calls from the kitchen) "Hey Jaime, what do you want for dinner?"
Jaime: (Looks at chat, then playfully) "Uhh... I don’t know, babe. What do you think?"
Girlfriend: (Pokes head into frame, holding two options) "Should I make tacos or spaghetti?"
Jaime: (Leans back in chair) "Ooooh... tough choice, but... tacos. Definitely tacos."
Girlfriend: (Smiles) "Tacos it is!" (Starts walking off-screen)
Jaime: (Turns to chat, grinning) "I swear, my girlfriend makes the best tacos... Honestly, I’m just here for the food sometimes."
Chat: "We’re all here for the tacos, Jaime!"
Jaime: (Laughing) "I mean, can you blame me? She’s the taco queen."
2. The Accidental Cuddle Moment
Jaime: (In a tense moment in the game, biting his lip) "Okay, okay, we can do this, just need to make it to the finish line..."
Girlfriend: (Sneaks up behind him and hugs him from the back, resting her head on his shoulder)
Jaime: (Slightly startled, but softens immediately) "Babe, I’m in the middle of a boss fight!"
Girlfriend: (Whispers) "Just wanted to give my gamer boy some love."
Jaime: (Smiling, melting) "You’re distracting me, but I can’t even be mad…"
Chat: "Awwwww!"
Jaime: (Leans into the hug) "Alright, fine, you can distract me anytime."
3. The Streamer Compliment Moment
Jaime: (Looking at chat while his girlfriend is in the background, organizing something) "Okay, chat, let’s keep the hype going, we’re almost at 1K viewers!"
Girlfriend: (Turns to him, teasing) "I think you’re a little distracted there, streamer boy."
Jaime: (Laughing nervously) "What? No, I’m not!"
Girlfriend: (Playfully mocks) "Uh-huh, tell that to your chat. I think they know you’re all heart-eyes over here."
Jaime: (Flustered but smiling) "Okay, okay, maybe a little distracted. But, hey—who wouldn’t be distracted by my gorgeous girlfriend?"
Chat: "Awwwww, the love is real!"
Girlfriend: (Blushing, hugs Jaime) "You’re so cheesy, but I love you."
Jaime: (Pretends to gag dramatically) "No, you don’t. You’re stuck with me now, I’m sorry."
4. The "Who’s the Better Gamer?" Moment
Jaime: (Laughing, focused on a game) "Chat, did you see that? I just pulled off the sickest move ever!"
Girlfriend: (Teasing from the side) "Sick? That was okay, but watch this." (Takes controller and starts playing)
Jaime: (In mock disbelief) "Hold up, hold up, did you just take my controller?"
Girlfriend: (Plays confidently, making it look easy) "I’m about to show you how it’s done."
Jaime: (Smiling, acting jealous) "Nooo! My pride is on the line here!"
Chat: "Yo, she’s gaming you!"
Jaime: (Grins) "Alright, alright, we’ll see who’s the better gamer after this."
5. The Compliment Overload Moment
Jaime: (Chatting with fans while his girlfriend sits beside him) "What’s up, guys, I’m back! Hope you all are having an awesome day—"
Girlfriend: (Casually glancing over) "You’re amazing, babe. You know that?"
Jaime: (Flustered) "Wait, huh? What do you mean?"
Girlfriend: (Smiling) "I mean, you’re the best at what you do. You’re funny, smart, and you have a big heart."
Jaime: (Speechless, rubbing his neck awkwardly) "Stop it, now you’re gonna make me blush live on stream!"
Chat: "Awwwwww, we love this!"
Jaime: (Laughing nervously) "Can’t handle the compliments today, but thank you, babe. You make me feel like a champ."
6. The Random Snack Attack Moment
Jaime: (Mid-game, zoning out, focused on his stream) "Okay, chat, we’re about to hit a big milestone... let’s gooooo."
Girlfriend: (Sits beside him, quietly opens a snack bag, then offers him some)
Jaime: (Noticing, grabs a chip and continues gaming without missing a beat) "Ooh, what’s this?"
Girlfriend: (Looks at him with a smirk) "Just some snacks. I know you get hungry during these intense gaming sessions."
Jaime: (Happily munching) "You’re literally the best. Who needs a break when I’ve got snacks right here?"
Chat: "She’s the real MVP."
Jaime: "True. Honestly, I could live on snacks and love."
Droid always talked a big game. Cocky. Loud. Quick with a comeback. But right now? Right now, he was speechless. Flat on his back, eyes wide, breath ragged, whimpering beneath you. His fingers dug into your hips, trying to keep himself grounded, trying to control the way his body shuddered under your every movement. But he was losing that battle fast. You dragged your nails down his chest, his skin hot beneath your touch. He looked wrecked, his face flushed, his lips parted as soft, needy sounds slipped past them. He was trying so hard to keep it together. But you weren’t going to let him. “Aww,” you teased, grinding down against him, feeling the way he twitched inside you, how his breath hitched. “What’s wrong, baby? You’re usually so loud.” He swallowed hard, his hands gripping tighter, his fingers flexing like he was holding on for dear life. “F-Fuck,” he breathed out, voice strained, desperate. You smirked. Perfect. Leaning down, you pressed a slow, teasing kiss to his jaw, deliberately rolling your hips, drawing a broken moan from deep in his chest.
“There’s my good boy,” you purred against his skin. His entire body tensed. You barely had time to react before he whimpered, his head tipping back, eyes squeezing shut as his body shuddered beneath you. “Oh, fuck—” You froze, feeling the way he trembled, gasped, twitched. Then you pulled back, tilting your head, a slow, wicked smile curling on your lips. “Did you just—” Droid groaned, throwing an arm over his face in pure embarrassment. “Shut up.” You laughed. “Oh my God. You did.” He groaned louder, face burning, squirming under you like he wanted the earth to swallow him whole. “You came just from that?” you teased, running your hands up his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat. “Didn’t even need to touch you, huh?” “You’re evil.” His voice was muffled under his arm. You giggled, leaning down to kiss his lips, soft and teasing. “Don’t worry, baby. We’re not done yet.” He groaned, but his hips bucked instinctively, already needy again. “Oh? Already ready for more?” you teased, running your fingers down his stomach, stopping just before you reached the sensitive spot where he was already hardening again.
Droid glared, but the way he twitched under your touch gave him away. “You act like I’m gonna say no.” You hummed in approval, kissing down his chest, feeling his breath hitch with every teasing movement of your lips. “Then be a good boy and take what I give you,” you whispered, grinding down again, feeling the way he jerked at the sensation. He let out a low, desperate moan, his hands gripping your thighs, his body already betraying him. “Shit—” he rasped, his voice wrecked. Your smirk widened as you leaned down, letting your lips ghost over his ear. “Good boys don’t cum so fast,” you teased. His breath hitched, a shiver running down his spine. “Oh, fuck.” You grinned. Yeah, this was gonna be fun.
