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Hepheastus the Robot
🕑 Added 2022-05-05 19:01:01 +0000 UTC
It’s been years since you were in your father’s repair shop. You had made it a point not to since all ever being there did was cause you to stress eat for a week. You wouldn’t be here now if your father’s hadn’t called and asked you this favor. He needed you to be there and look after things, make sure that while he was gone nothing bad happened. You want to tell your father that something ‘bad’ always happens in his shop.
You arrive at the shop and taking your first steps inside you see him standing there, all ten feet of his still as aggravating to you as the last time you saw him. This was the reason your father’s shop always had trouble around it. Some strange alien robot had crashed through your roof as a kid and ever since had been wreaking havoc on your life.
He turns and looks at you, his glowing eyes scanning over you as a frown comes to his lips. You remember him being so frightening as a child, now all you see is an arrogant tin can. Sure, he can save the town and sometimes the world all he wants, he’ll never impress you.
“Heff,” you grunt up at him as you set your bags down.
“You,” he says simply with a shrug.
“I’m just here for Dad,” you snap at him, “let’s just try and get along so he doesn’t come back to a shit show.”
He tilts his head, his eyes narrowing as he flips his hand. “If you can keep up with that, then fine by me.”
You open your mouth to argue but you know that is what he really wants so you shut it back tight and pick up your bag. You take it to the back room where a living space is set up, bunk beds and a small kitchen with an even tinier bathroom in the back.
Hephaestus, aka Heff, was named by your father, and due to his supposedly useful skills, his name was now known all over the world. Your father kept the shop so Heff had a place to live, a home, and somewhere Heff could heal and be repaired.
The alien lump of metal used to be someone you looked up to, but after years of watching him take advantage of your family’s kindness, you had grown weary of him. You were tired of his arrogance and showboating passed off under the disguise of heroics. You promised your father though if anything were to happen you would continue to take care of Heff. Although, unlike your father and mother you would put your foot down around Heff.
The front of your father’s shop was full of merchandise and memorabilia, a small photo booth and then a wall full of photos showing off all of Heff’s newspaper clippings, press photos, and the first snaps of him on earth.
“Everything is still about him,” you grumble as you open for the day.
You lead the staff your father has on hand and despite you extensive knowledge you find yourself being questioned at every turn. You’re the boss’s kid and they don’t let you forget it, sure you have knowledge on the repairs your making, but do you really? You’re getting aggravated being talked down to, being pushed aside because of who you are and what you are. You’ve dedicated your life to this and the crew won’t acknowledge you.
“Why don’t you let us take care of this, we got it. Go sit up front and talk to customers, they’ll be excited to see you,” one crew member said with a snide smile.
“Why don’t you go sit up front?” You snap. “I’m head of this operation while my dad is away and when he gets back I’ll make sure-”
“Aww, you gotta tattle on me, little girl?”
You’re ready to break apart, cry, scream, throw wrenches, the works, but as you begin to lift your hand to slap him Heff steps behind him and lifts him up by his collar.
“She won’t have to say a word because you’ll be going to her father begging that you can even keep your job,” Heff starts, “as far as I can tell she’s more capable than you, not to mention she knows when respect is due.” He opens the garage door and tosses the man out, shutting the door with a loud thud.
“Anyone else wanna mouth off?” He snaps and the rest of the crew falls in line.
You give orders again, the way you want them, and you go off to the back office. You calm down, a few tears slipping down your cheeks. There’s a knock and you wipe your face on the coveralls.
“Come in,” you swallow back the tight lump in your throat.
The garage style door slides up and Heff steps in, closing the door as he walks inside.
You frown but bite back your pride, “thanks,” you mutter. “I hate that you had to be the one to rescue me.”
“I didn’t rescue you,” he leans against the door and folds his arms. “Despite how you may feel I have your back, I always have and I always will.”
You look over him, your brow pinched. “Oh well…” you’re unprepared for this, you’re not sure how to reply to him. For years it has always been barbs between your two.
“Don’t let assholes walk all over you,” Heff replies, turning to leave.
“And what about you?” You ask.
He glances back at your and smirks, “you know I’m special,” he leaves and after another moment you go back to work, taking lead like you’re supposed to.
At the end of the day you close up shop and lock down everything, sinking into a chair you take a beer from your dad’s fridge and gulp it down.
“Barely been a week and you’re drinking,” Heff smirks from his corner.
You look over at him and shrug, “you know you’re jealous.”
Heff comes up behind you and kneels down, his hand cupping your back. You notice it’s warm and it soothes away all the ache from the day.
“What’s that about?” You frown, trying to act like you don’t enjoy it.
“I’m playing nice.” He replies and sits down with you.
Then something amazing happens, you both have a good conversation. It’s your first since you were a kid, only this time he spoke to you like a grown up. He tells you things you never knew, times you father hid the truth to protect you. He tells you sometimes when he’s scared he remembers you crying as a little girl and then smiling when he landed in the shop again.
“I didn’t think I meant much to you…I thought I was a nuisance to you,” you murmur.
“You’re my family,” Heff replies. “Do you think I do what I do for just anyone?”
You scoff and smile, leaning into your palm, “I thought you did it for the glory.”
“I do it to keep you safe,” he replies and you feel your stomach fall out. Your cheeks flush and you look away from him.
“Don’t expect me to swoon at your feet like your groupies do,” you scoff. “You can talk as pretty as you want but at the end of the day you-” you stop as he touches you, his big hand cupping the back of your head and his thumb brushed the hair from your face.
“Heff?” Your heart is beating so hard against your chest you’re certain he can hear it. You put your hand on his wrist and look up at him and for the first time since he crashed through your roof you realize how amazing he is, how breathtaking, He’s copper and blue metal, looking more like knights armor than anything. Steely blue lights make his eyes, and dark copper makes up his face.
You reach up and touch his face, running your hand over the smooth metal and feeling the scars left there, scratches and dents from all his fights. You sit up, standing on tiptoe as you meet his lips and kiss him. He leans down more, pressing to your small mouth and then kissing your cheek and neck.
“This is strange…isn’t it?” You sigh as you put your arms around him.
“Not at all,” he whispers into your ear before he kisses you again, lifting you up so he doesn’t have to bend down. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for so long.”
You frown and blush, “why are you saying things like that?”
“Because it’s true. I was frustrated with you after all this time because you wouldn’t just…notice,” he sighs.
You kiss him again, wondering if he even feels anything. “Well, I had my reasons.”
He kisses you again, kissing your neck again, his lips and body warm. As strange as it all is, you feel right in doing it. Your kisses grow heated and you moan in his mouth. You strip off the top half of the coveralls and lift your shirt up over your breasts. You watch him, wondering if he gets any satisfaction from your form.
He runs his thumb over one breast and you moan. He’s so big and strong he could rip you apart by accident, but his touch is gentle and feather soft.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs as he kisses down your chest, his tongue lapping over your skin you moan out loud. His tongue is hot and pleasant, the sensation of it indescribable.
He chuckles, kissing and licking more, “I like those sounds.”
You swallow and catch your breath, wriggling slightly. “You should hear me when I cum,” you challenge him and smirk.
“I’d love to,” he carries you to the back room, setting you on the top bunk and stripping away the coveralls and your panties, tossing them aside. You open your legs and begin touching yourself, showing him how wet you are.
“Wanna try me?” You ask, trying to pass your nerves off as bravado. To be honest you weren’t sure what to expect or how this would go down.
“I’ve been dying to,” he says and starts rubbing his thumb against you. His thumb is as big and thick as any cock you’ve seen, bigger even. It would be a tight fit but you’d be eager to try. Suddenly his thumb begins to vibrate as it rubs up and down your slick folds. You howl in surprise and begin rutting against his touch.
“I have a lot of nice tricks,” he smirks as he watches you writhe for him.
He pulls his thumb away and you whine in protest before he presses his pinky against you. He pushes it inside slowly and licks with that amazing tongue of his, making you shiver and wriggle your hips as he pushes inside you.
“Mm,” he moans as he moves his hand, feeling your insides stretch and squeeze around him. “How do I feel?”
You grunt and bite back a lustful moan as you look up at him. “I would like to feel more,” you smile.
“Oh?” He kisses you and pulls his pinky out, replacing it with his middle finger. It’s thicker and longer, stretching you and pushing so deep inside you feel him in your belly. “Like this?” He purrs to you.
“Ah…mmm…yeah,” you’re about to gather your senses when his finger vibrates again. You scream with little preparation and cum nearly instantly. Your body spasming as he moves his hand, watching you come undone and ride him as your orgasm crashes through your body.
He pulls out what feels like decades later and laughs, “you can’t play that off and act tough.”
You’re breathing heavy and trying to catch your breath. You look up at him with a dazed expression and grunt before falling back onto the bed. He kisses you all over until you’re able to form a coherent sentence.
“What else you got?” You ask him, licking his lips. “What are these other tricks?”
He kisses your cheek, “what did you have in mind?”
You bite your lip and smile, “can you also get off?” You ask and meet his gaze. “Does your kind have sex?”
“Not so sure,” he mumbles, leaning against the bed and nuzzling to your stomach. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Oh?” You’re actually surprised. “Well, then…”
He lifts up and smirks mischievously at you. “I have something we can try. I’ve been working on it in secret.” He points down and you look over the edge of the bunk bed. Between his legs, some of the metal has opened up and material that looks like his tongue has grown out and up, throbbing and glowing blue like his eyes.
You gasp and look back up at him. “You made that?”
“I can make modifications to my body, part of my special skill set,” he kisses you and sets you on the ground. You’re eye level to his stomach anyway, but now as you face him you’re greeted by a big glowing phallus. You touch it, stroking it slowly and looking up at him, you lick it, feeling the heat radiating off it. You feel like you’re licking a battery, a slight electric charge numbing the tip of your tongue.
“Feel it?” You ask as you rub against him.
A grunt is your reply and a deep, long sigh. “I’m sorry…what?”
You smirk and lick at him again, stroking him with both hands until his knees buckle and he falls to them.
You smile and laugh, “big strong robot can’t handle a little licking?”
“Too…sensitive…” he pants, “didn’t calibrate.”
You push him onto his back easily and you climb on top of him. “Too late to do anything now,” you purr to him. “I’m impatient.” You straddle him, rubbing him against your wetness and toying him against you. He grunts and whimpers, whirring and hissing sound in his chest.
“Ready or not,” you sit on him, taking him inside you until you’re overflowing. You grind against him, shaping your ass as you move him inside you.
He starts to whimper and he throws his arms up over his face. “So good!” He moans out, lifting his hips to feel more of you.
“Careful…unf,” you bite your lip, “it’s a tight fit.”
“I’m gonna-” he starts to wheeze, “something’s happening-”
You stare wide eyed, “already?” You bounce on him, trying to find your pleasure as he begins to moan and cry out. You feel something hot inside you, gushing out and dripping down your legs and his cock.
“Hey,” you pout. “I’m not done yet.”
He’s sputtering and sighing, lying limp but not going down. You smirk and continue to ride him, taking him deep as you move your hips faster. He moans pitifully, his hands petting over your body as you feel yourself.
“I love you,” he says and you lose your breath. “I always…” he grunts, “have,” another hot gush stuffs you, dripping out and onto his stomach.
“I…I love you too,” you admit, finally able to understand. He lifts up and kisses you, holding you close as you shudder and moan, panting into his mouth as you cum.
You fall onto his chest and close your eyes, breathing hard as his warm ooze leaks out of you. You cuddle to him and kiss his neck.”What was that?”
“The best?” He chuckles weakly.
You grunt and nod, “well…that was just the first time. It’ll get better,” you giggle.
“Did you really mean it?” He asks, “that you feel the same way as me?”
You look up at him as he braces himself up on his elbows, holding you to his chest. You nod to him. “I…I really do. Maybe all this time…that’s all it’s ever been.”
“I honestly did think you hated me, I’m glad I was wrong,” he whispers as he kisses your cheek.
“I’m just as shocked as you are, to be honest,” you sigh as he takes you to his wash up unit. He turns the water on and holds you as the hot water rushes over you.
“What’re we going to tell your father?” He asks and you tense up.
“Oh right,” you groan. “That’ll be a whole thing.”
