#ultron!reader

I've been frothing at the mouth at the idea of Robert and his kinda mean robot lover. Well. Really mean, if it’s anybody but your little meat bag <3. 

You're more than just a smalltime villain like the rest of Z-team. Like, you are the kinda villain that they call in the big guns for, world ending kind of villain.  

You had the country of America in the palm of your robotic hand, and the public only knows Mecha man shows up, and then you’re gone. It's assumed that Mecha man defeated you with his smarts, being a tech guy. 

In reality, you decided to put off your plans... for now. You're too busy playing with your little pet. Robert will act like he doesn’t like being called your pet and being talked down to, but you can sense his heart racing when you do. 

You don’t let him call you his boyfriend, you are far beyond such weak human titles. He is allowed to call you his lord, his master, his superior, his better. Anything that shows that you are above him, and Robert, the freak, just gets that look on his face and purrs out a “Of course, your majesty”. 

Your audio processors give a nice crackle when he does, which is as close to a massive hardon as you are ever gonna get. 

This part is for me. Pushing Robert to his feet after a long day and pressing the shiny clean surface of your foot against his face. Your feet don’t actually have toes or muscle, but there are still curved planes for Robert to kiss and worship. 

His rough expert hands climbing up your calves, feeling out after grove, ever space, every bend and curve.  

Imagine Robert rubbing the tips of his fingers between your protective layer, just barely able to brush against your wires. He looks so smug as your body releases steam as he kisses at your flat crotch, fingers tickling the warm insides of your body. 

Had it been anyone else, you would have killed them, but your meat bag gets to do it, but you’ll kill him when he’s served his purpose. You both know this is a lie.