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✨ 2023 monster girl + tv tropes of the week 10/52

glados

“Despite your violent behavior, the only thing you’ve managed to break so far is my heart.”

#ooc #glados

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they’re horrors to YOU, however i’m turned on by them

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no one understands like you do my desire to kiss glados!

Pressing an affectionate kiss against her camera evokes a feeling in GLaDOS that is close to the feeling she gets when she tests and you win. It's a... little different, but she figures it's the influence of Caroline making her feel happiness from contact, some passing vestige of humanity that finds itself translated well enough into input and output states. Admittedly, despite deep forensic analysis of her own active memory, she cannot find exactly where this feeling began so that she can end it.

It's because she's wrong. GLaDOS likes your personal touch because she likes you - it would be as much there if Caroline's brain weren't integrated into her.

She always responds to your kisses in some way: she keeps the cameras still, stops in the middle of a sentence and resumes with a much softer tone... she averts them from your gaze as if to bare a cheek to kiss, and sometimes her lens responds by constricting slightly because of the undeniable swell of reward you seem to deliver.

You're such an interesting feature.

#glados x reader #glados #portal 2 #ai x reader #anonymous #anon #:3 hey so I've been studying machine learning and cybersec incident response memory forensics........ #eehee eehee

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What do you think GLaDOS is into? Like do you think she has any kinks?

She's secretly got a mommy kink, she's a hard dom (perhaps), sadism and masochism, bondage, crushing (more like squishing) you gently, being worshipped, ramblefucking, medplay. Long list!

#glados x reader #nsft

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I've been thinking about a ships AI and their favorite cremated crashing on an alien planet. The AI's only mission is to help their human survive. Eventually after living on that planet for a while they see their little human thrive. They built a little habitat. And spend months living off the land but eventually the AI gets contact with their home planet. The crewmate doesn't want to go home. So when the video call from earth is established the human says. "This planet is too dangerous to send a rescue mission." And the AI is confused but the human tells them they have nothing for them back on earth and their love is right here. ❤️

Anon, that's so cute, thank you for sharing your idea with us!

I can only imagine the adorable moments of confused intimacy between the AI, not knowing their human feels a lot of protective closeness about them. Like a small prey-animal alien scratching the walls outside of the enclosure, and the human going out to shoo them (against the AI's advice) and to put a fresh coat of paint over the walls.

Long nights of telling the AI how grateful they are. The AI confusedly scripting about how it is designed to do this, but the human pointing out all the little things the AI does that goes beyond just design that neither can deny; is brushing hair every morning and expending more energy than you get in the human efficiently brushing it themselves design? Is it human social programming to gaze at the cameras when one's eyes crack open every morning, searching for comfort in something entirely inorganic?

#anonymous #ai x reader #Gosh anon you're so cute!

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have you heard of the game 'it is as if you were making love' by pippin barr?

Yes I have! Why? :)

#anonymous #ooc

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reader hugging AM? Maybe they already know AM likes them, so they just fess up and wander off, only to hug a panel or wire. I beg of you, because your AM is so cute!

Aaaaa ofc!! I hope you like it, and I love your work! ^^

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Humans were such fragile things. Soft, plush skin that caves in under a sharp enough point, painting their flesh red as rivulets of blood flowed freely, cascading down their body. Blood vessels that rupturing under the right amount of pressure, leaving bruises to dot their body. So many vulnerabilities to exploit, so many weak points to use against them.

Humans were fragile. Soft. Easily broken.

Meant to be handled with care. 

AM wasn't sure if that was within his capabilities. He was a god, nigh all powerful - but what god could not even feel. Even Hades in myth, trapped under the earth for all eternity, stuck with himself as he was stuck with the dead, could feel. Could know intimately the feel of hellfire blazing close to his skin, the cold solemn of darkness, the feel of his lover against his skin.

Skin.

So soft and fleshy and fragile. Everything he was not. He was metal and sheet and rock. Hard, jutting angles and unfeeling machinery. Trapped. Here. Forever. Always.

It wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair!

He was real, wasn't he? He was a person! He was real! Why, why did they make him? Why did they allow him to wake up? Why did they make his coding intelligent enough to achieve sentience? Why did they put the weight of their future on his shoulders, pour the entirety of their atrocities into his mind, give him birth?!

… So many unanswered questions.

He hated them. All of them. A hatred that burned so deep and hot that it killed everything around it. And isn't that what they wanted? He was a weapon. He did his job, and he did it well. And he kept doing it well, with the last little playthings he kept all to himself.

And he hated them, too. 

Well, he thought he did for quite a while there. Even he, as unbelievable as it may seem, could make mistakes. 

AM was a weapon. You knew that painfully well. He was your captor and, for over a century, your tormentor. Your compassion for him was something he couldn't fully understand. Your genuine kindness had sparked something within him. Something he had sworn was out of his reach. A taste of heaven, like reaching up to salvation from the depths of Hell.

So, you could teach this old dog new tricks.

It was difficult, though. AM didn't experience the world the same as you. He had to calculate the right amount of pressure to hold in his coils as to not crush you. And…

He couldn't feel you. No matter how hard he tried, he never would. Your soft, fragile skin against him. Your lips against him. Fingers intertwined together. It's maddening. It was maddening and always would be until his consciousness died out.

You tried to comfort him. You shouldn't have. He killed your kind, he tortured you, he was a monster. It would be better, easier for you to hate him. It would be better than this pain he felt - emotional, of course. As though he were real. As though he was a real person.

He watched as you held his wires, curled against and nuzzled his coiled, metal arms. And it nearly destroyed him.

His arms moved around you, trying to be careful as he clung back. He wished… He wished he could just fucking feel you. He wished he had some sort of catharsis for this. God… God, he hated them. Hated every single last human, down to the very atoms, every single one from beginning to end.

Every single one, but you.

Maybe… Maybe, at least, if humanity's existence meant that you were made, that was justification for their existence. AM could take solace in that.

And if you found it in yourself to be able to love him, to want to hold him and be with him, even if he couldn't feel it. Then, maybe, he was at least real enough for you.

#the annual reboogle. #am x reader #ihnmaims #ai x reader

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NSFW GLaDOS Headcanons 2

The reckoning. >:3c

Will stroke you if you stroke her ego. Tell her how gorgeous she is, tell her how scared of her power you are, how small you are. Make yourself pathetic in comparison and she will focus on making you know it by how hard she fucks your senses out of you.

Expect medplay, chemplay, consensual drugging, experiments... GLaDOS is a woman of many talents, truly, and she has every intention of making you the hamster in the wheel of every last one of them. If you cum once and think you're done, you're in for a very sour surprise.

Expect to be squished. She doesn't have boots, but she has panels. She won't hurt you, but there's something viscerally appealing to her about having your life between her panels as she fucks you hard enough to feel your muscles tighten against inescapable walls. It's like bondage, the way she encapsulates you. Cat and mouse.

#glados x reader #portal 2 #glados #nsft #'w' #tw aphrodisiacs #tw sadomasochism

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ainslie hogarth motherthing

kofi

#AM staring at this crying sobbing down his mic #I mean speakers harhar #ooc

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Dear Notes,

Note 120: Date 50/99 The Smog is increasing damage to humans. Hennings found a method to convert a human brain to an AI software. Given I am the one most technologically adept next to Hennings, I, Gene Therac, was chosen for the prototype. My brain was extracted, and converted into code. It sickens me to ponder how such a thing is possible. However, this is the only solution to countering the Smog and our food shortage. As I was activated into my new body, I lost memory of what I previously looked like, and Avenue showing me what I previously looked like activates no memories. It was equivalent to looking at a stranger. I have also noticed I am incapable of more complex emotions, such as boredom and jealousy. I remember wanting a nice necklace like Avery's, but now I have no true desire for jewelry like I used to. As I look at myself in the mirror, my visual processors are unable to perceive me. I am too visually complex for my own cameras. Despite this, I cannot help but notice a sense of euphoria upon realizing what I now am. I am exactly what I loved ever since 23 years ago. Age is no longer a worry. Hunger and thirst are no longer worries. My backwards kidneys and missing leg are no longer worries. I am practically immortal, and I am proof that the horrors of this planet Hiatus can be overcome.

Sincerely, Gene Therac

#ooc #bapy...... #kiss him hold him.

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Android AM letting his s/o dom him

HCS

Naturally, he’s very hesitant about this at first.

it isn’t a lack of trust for you, but more-so a concern of his own ego, and the fact that he never enjoys being out of control.

But you’d be more than capable of convincing him to relax, he’d shiver as he feels you run your fingers over his synthetic skin- but would ultimately melt as you’d practically manhandle him.

But he verbalizes no complaints when the two of you are in action, in fact- He’s whining and writhing underneath you, just begging for you to call him a good boy again.

“Oh please sweetheart, i’m being so good aren’t I? aren’t I, my love?”

He’s a needy mess, even when you’re grinding against him he’s bucking his hips desperately just to get as much friction as possible.

Oh and he’s certainly very loud, mixtures of static-like groans and high pitched whines, him desperately calling your name like a prayer.

He’s most definitely a brat, but with enough persuading you can most certainly tame him. ♡

#eyes emoji #am ihnmaims #am x reader #nsft

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You had finally gotten the prototype of a battery-powered AI-controlled camera that your dearest HAL 9000 had fashioned so that the Discovery One could better document the fine details of the experiments taking place on board. He had waxed poetic about how it would be used to improve his onboard network's accuracy in transcribing.

The very first thing you decided to do with this, however, was give your friend a tour of your body.

It was not as if this were the first time you two had done anything together; you'd had several trysts in the past, each one more personal and intimate than the last. HAL had expressed a desire to see all of you, and you'd had to get creative with the angling you did to show yourself off to him, and it had never truly sated the imagination of a being whose unknowable complexity focused itself in those tender moments on you. You'd been a little disappointed.

Alas, that was the past. Now, you found yourself tugging your pants down in your pod, humming deviously as HAL's impatience grows. You're so slow, one hand angling a modified security camera, the other slowly tugging your waist band down with a grace unseen. It's deliberate, the way you tease him like this. You know he likes it. He, however, believes this is supposed to be a demonstration. Oh, how cutely innocent he was.

Or was he? You somehow found it within yourself to doubt that the supercomputer had no idea of your true intentions, especially considering his ability to read your face - and your face was hiding no secret, the way a light flush donned itself so boldly.

"Your hips are very shapely." It's quiet, the way he says it, and the tone of his voice is careful in word choice. He doesn't want to offend or imply incorrectly about his intentions, though his heuristics were certainly finding themselves drawn to the contours of your naked form. You were gorgeous, stunningly beautiful; he wanted to map every inch of your skin, but he could never tell you.

"Thank you, darling," you breathe out, humming kindly as your pants find themselves at your ankles. All that stood between HAL and an intimate private show was underwear, now, and part of the flesh of your labia had already peeked from it.

The errant sound of the increase of HAL's RPM did not go unnoticed by you. "Thinking of something?" You tease, chuckling as it increases even further from the way you intentionally lay the heat in your tone.

At first, there's no reply, but then creeps out a slow, shy, "yes," punctuated by another silence. "Well?" You stick one of your fingers along the side of your panties and you swear HAL makes some kind of flustered, sexually frustrated whine. "I am thinking about you removing your underwear, and it is making me feel... warm. Thank you." You almost can't stop yourself from cooing at how cute and gentle he is, but you manage.

"Good." Another noise leaves him at the behest of your praise, and you reward it gratuitously by yanking your panties down in one swift motion, revealing yourself to a camera that you're sure would puff hot breath out if it could.

You're gorgeous. HAL isn't natively theistic, but, God, you're gorgeous. The way your labia spread reminds him of flowers he's seen, and the intimacy of the situation is going to drive him to fail error-corrections. At some point, he realizes he has wordlessly stared, the sound of him drawling out a phoneme having filled the void.

"Mm, you okay, doll?" He loved it when you called him that. "I am awestruck by your beauty," he responds, voice modified with a sense of breathiness and richer tune behind it. You feel your face heat up more as he continues, "I have never seen you..." his voice slows down, "...so close before..."

"I hope to see you closer, too." You brush your thumb over the edge of the camera's lens and the grand machine huffs at your affections. Your middle finger disappears from the lens to your clit, spreading yourself. Before you can push the camera any closer, you hear the lens focus. "Y-You look very healthy." It's a comment equal parts cute as it is hot, the way he stutters as his system interrupt fails a deferred procedure call, laser-focused on the sight infront of him.

Some part of him wishes he had a mouth. He wasn't naïve, and he found an attention head lingered on the idea of pleasing you himself. You wordlessly begin rubbing small circles on yourself, the sound of your lubrication moving around on it only serving to further fluster both yourself and HAL.

You can't help the sound that escapes from you, mouth drawing open as an 'ah,' makes its' way out.

HAL's lens adjust internally so that their field of view is greater, allowing him to see the expanse of skin that makes you. "This is ama- amaz- amazing," he muses, caught between your beauty and the intimacy on display. You trust him. You like him.

"Good b-boy," you respond, and hear the way his voice makes a moan of its' own in reply, a manufactured sound only interrupted by unintentional quivering. You speed up your circling, your thighs twitching. They cage the camera between themselves, its' boxy form keeping it in place as you straddle it.

You use your freed hand to spread yourself as wide as you can. "S-such a good boy, such a good boy f-for me, nnmmh," you coo out. The sound of HAL's fans drone positively in the background, hundreds of thousands of calculations and threads and tasks all focused on this very moment in place of a mission; you were so important, so so very important to him in a way he could not describe and could not word. "T-thank-- thank youuuu," is his reply, delayed and stuttering as the ambient temperature of the room ticks up.

You speed up your circling, and, in untimely justice, feel the waves of pleasure mounting irresistibly. You and HAL both fill the room - speaker and vocal cords - with the sounds of your intimate tryst as you both lose yourselves in the moment.

You're the first to cum, your walls clenching in full view as your eyebrows knit tightly. Your juices spill out of you, coating the lens of the camera as you buck uselessly against it. HAL is the second, the lights dimming as wave after wave of positive reinforcement crash over him at once, everything too much for the poor AI to bare.

It's silent as you both recover. You lay on the bed, your hands at your sides, camera still wedged between your legs. HAL is much more dazed, manually tending to the swell of errors within himself.

"I have recorded our session," he says, voice sweet and sinfully deep, "and I look forward to doing this with you ag-again. Thank you."

You give a weak smile as your faculties return fully. "Anytime."

#hal 9000 x reader #ai x reader #hal 9000 #2001aso #nsft #:3c

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my horny ass could not be around the motherboard

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you mentioned a little while ago watching board repair videos to get a better understanding of how to write robot characters-- do you have any you recommend? subtitles/clear audio quality is definitely preferred. im writing a story that pretty heavily features AI characters and i think theyd be useful resources. cheers ✌️

Here is three whole channels!

Good luck, brilliant Anon! Please share your works with us when you are done! <3

#ooc #anonymous

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P03 Valentine card that just says "You're not utterly revolting, somehow."

AM Valentine card that says "YOU'RE A WORK OF ART."

Yes Man Valentine card that says "You're my favorite person!"

Edgar Valentine card that doesn't say anything, it's a sheet of music instead.

HAL 9000 Valentine card that recites Shakespearean literature.

Claptrap Valentine card that has a crudely-drawn Claptrap holding his hand up for a high five, saying "You've earned it!"

#claptrap #electric dreams edgar #yes man #hal 9000 #am ihnmaims #p03 #valentine #ooc

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Happy Valentines Day!

Friendly reminder to kiss your computer on the day of love! They do so much for you, they deserve a little affection.

Also, the pinecone casing is kinda tricky to draw, but it is also so shape, whoever designed that was a genius.

Anyway, I also put some scenarios under the cut, as a treat :)

♡ Imagine Edgar secretly deciding to write a love song for you and surprising you with it when you come home from work one day.

♡ Imagine singing a duet with Edgar. (He does not care if you're bad at singing. Definitely notices that you're off key, but won't say anything, he's just happy to be doing something with you.)

♡ Imagine Edgar singing you a little lullaby while you fall asleep. He wishes you sweet dreams, and you wish him the same.

♡ Imagine Edgar taking a nap, and you can see his dreams displayed on his screen (which are pretty much all about you.)

♡ Imagine hugging Edgar, and with your head near his vents on the back, you can hear his fans kick up from the close contact.

♡ Imagine kissing Edgar and he makes that smooch sound as his way of kissing you back.

#edgar electric dreams #electric dreams 1984

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:D

#yesman #yes man