A Casual List Of Why SweetDream Wins The AI Companion Game
Late night, can't sleep, figured I'd jot down why I'm so weirdly loyal to one app. Not sponsored, nobody asked, I just think SweetDream at sweetdream.ai is doing the AI companion thing better than anyone and I want to say so out loud.
Number one on my list is how custom it gets. You're not adopting a template, you're designing a whole person, the face, the voice, the personality, the little quirks and the backstory that ties it together. Number two, the conversations are scary good, natural, emotionally aware, and she remembers what we talked about, so there's actual continuity to the relationship.
Number three, the visuals, the AI-generated photos and videos are clean and consistent and a real step above. Number four, you can get voice messages and pick up a phone call that sounds genuinely human, and with select characters there are video calls and live cam too. Number five, privacy, it's discreet and your stuff stays yours. Stack all that up and the best AI girlfriend experience I've found, easily, lives on SweetDream.
So, why arenât we writing butchfemme!SuperWriter?
Ah, the day before Valentineâs Day. The day you make your last minute purchase for your beau or for a friend. From flowers to chocolate, to stuffed animals to lingerie, your choices are endless.Â
Although, for one particular woman, itâs a cause of anxiety. Clark, thick glasses low on her nose and adorned in her post workout clothes, stands in the candy aisle. She stares at the chocolates like they hold the secret to the universe. The phone in her hand is held to her ear waiting for someone to pick up.
âClark? You okay?â Jimmy asks when he finally picks up the phone.Â
âYes, yes Iâm good. Do you know what type of candy Lois likes?âÂ
âWow, candy? What are we, in the third grade?â Jimmy scoffs a bit.Â
âWhatâs wrong with candy?â Clark looks a bit confused at the slight tease in his tone.Â
âIâll be there in a second, donât buy anything.â Jimmy hangs up.Â
5 minutes later, Jimmy shows up and heads to the Valentine aisle.
âOkay, so, I was thinking roses-.â
âIâm gonna stop you right there, Tex. Roses, good idea, but you need to do something moreâŚâŚelevated. An experience. Take Lois out to dinner, something other than just some dollar store candy.â
âExperienceâŚâŚyeah. I can do that.â Clark nods. The sounds of heels clacking against the tiles behind them.Â
âOh my god, Jimmy!â Eve, JimmysâŚâŚwhatever you like to believe, squeals.Â
âOh shit.â Jimmy mutters before pivoting on his heels and speed walking away.Â
âJimmy, wait! I have a valentine for you!â Eve scampers after him.
That night, Clark is pacing her apartment, pinching her nose in slight frustration. Shes been on hold with one restaurant for 20 minutes.
âIâm so sorry, we donât have anything free. Can I put you down for another time?â
âNo thank you. Have a good night.â She hangs up and groans, muffling her face in her pillow.
Sheâs called every restaurant within a 20 mile radius but they were all booked. She had to be the shittiest girlfriend ever. She canât even get a reservation.
So, the next day at work, Clark is avoiding Lois like the plague. They typically enjoy their coffees together, but she drank hers alone in the elevator.Â
Lois, ever so perceptive, noticed her girlfriend ignoring her. So, around lunch, she grabs Clark and drags her into a closet.Â
âClark, whatâs wrong? Did something happen?â Lois asks, keeping a manicured hand on her muscular bicep.Â
âIâm sorry, Lo, Iâm so sorry.â Clark rests her head on Loisâs shoulder (despite having to lean over quite a bit to do so).Â
âI tried to get us a reservation for dinner and all of the restaurants are booked up and I want this to be a good Valentineâs Day for you and make it special. You make every day feel special and I wanted to return it. Now all I have to give you are some roses.âÂ
âClark, youâre too sweet. I donât need reservations or a bunch of fancy things to make me happy. I just want to spend time with you. Letâs make dinner at my place, yeah?â Lois smiles.
Clark noticeably relaxes at those placating words, and she nods. âYeah, yeah thatâs a good idea.âÂ
After work, the two women are making breakfast for dinner in Loisâs apartment. Clark was putting the biscuits in the oven when she felt Loisâs manicured hands rest on her stomach. âHow long do those have to cook?â
Loisâs red, full lips brush against Clarkâs ear as she whispers.Â
â15 minutes.â Lois smiles and walks out of the kitchen. She starts to unbutton her crisp white button up as she walks towards the bedroom.Â
When Clark doesnât follow, she takes a few steps back. But, when Clark sees the light pink of Loisâs bra, she catches on. âOh, okay.â She quickly follows suit.Â
Lois gently grabs her jaw and kisses her. Clark melts into the attention, laying down on the bed.Â
âNot very quick on the uptake, huh?â Lois jokes, moving her hair to one side.
âMaybe I like it when you manhandle me?â Clark cocks an eyebrow, her large hands curling around the fat of Loisâs hips.
Lois leans in to kiss Clark, but pulls back. âDo you smell that?â
âSorry, my perfume too much?â
âNo, itâs likeâŚ.smoke.â She smells the air again.
âOh-shoot!â Clark jumps out from under Lois, running into the kitchen.
Lois, a bit dazed from being pushed onto the mattress in Clarkâs flurry of activity, follows into the kitchen.
What she sees is;
Clark tossing water onto a pan of what appears to beâŚ.charred doorstops?
A cloud of thick grey smoke.
And tears on Clarkâs face.
âOh Lo, Iâm sorry. I had a timer set on my phone.â Clark pinched her nose.
âItâs okay, we can order in.â Lois opens the window.
Clark hugs her, stress leaving her muscles as she leans into Lois. Despite this whole day not going to Clarkâs plan, itâs the best Valentineâs Day sheâs had. Because it was with her dream girl; Lois Lane.
nsfw, alcohol consumption, slight jealousy (on reader's part), swearing, fingering (r!receiving), thigh riding, some pet names, established relationship, shane is hot AND cute. wc 1.8k ᥣđŠ
a/n: this woman has been consuming my every waking thought lately and it has come to my attention that there definitely aren't enough fics out there for her. so here i am, y'all. enjoy!
By the time the sound of the front door shutting roused you awake, youâd already been sleeping for a good while.
At least, you had been.
Youâd sat awake for a few hours past your usual bedtime waiting for Shane to arrive home after sheâd asked you to wait up for her. Sheâd texted you as you were getting off from work that she was going out partying with her friends that night, so you hadnât gotten to see her all day. As much as the thought of her partying without you there, surrounded by other girls, set off a spark of jealousy in your gut, you knew it was Shane, after all, and she was going to do what she wanted. It had pissed you off when it was growing later and she hadnât answered your text asking when sheâd be home, though, and so when one a.m. rolled around with still no word, youâd tossed your phone aside in slight annoyance and resolved to go to bed.
You were still half-submerged in sleep, the faint noises of movement coming from beyond the bedroom only dimly registering in your mind, followed by a single thought popping into your head: Shaneâs home.
Sleep was just beginning to pull you under again when the sound of something clattering to the floor in the other room, followed by a faint curse, yanked you back to wakefulness, fully this time. Your eyes fluttered, and you rolled onto your side, burying your face into the pillow as you tried to get comfortable again. You listened to her moving around in the kitchen, the sounds of shuffling, the fridge opening and closing, wondering what ungodly time it was.
The bedroom door creaked open, and you cracked an eye open, quietly watching Shaneâs figure in the darkness as she ambled in, a hand on the wall to guide her. She was a bit unsteady on her feet, her movements loose as she reached to tug her shirt up over her head before flinging it aside, leaving her only in her black bra. Then she approached the bed, flopping down beside you unceremoniously with a sigh.
You had closed your eyes again, having resolved to go right back to sleep, when you felt a warm hand snake over your thigh over the covers. A moment later, you felt the warmth of her body heat, smelled the faint scent of cigarettes and booze on her as she leaned over you, her hair tickling your cheek as she pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder.
A tiny smile touched your lips at that, and you stirred a bit, turning your head slightly to look at her. âHey,â you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep.
âHey. I wake you?â she rasped against your shoulder, her voice low and husky, and the sound of it stirred heat in your core. Damn her and damn her perfect, sexy voice. You just huffed a little in response, rolling onto your back to see her better and rubbing a hand over your eyes groggily. âMâsorry,â she murmured with a grin, but you didnât entirely believe her, judging by the way her hand continued to wander up to your hip and her head dipped down to kiss the space between your shoulder and your neck, tongue darting out against your skin.
âHad fun?â you asked, amused at the way she couldnât keep her hands off you. You knew exactly what she wantedâthat much was obvious, but you didnât move to either encourage her or stop her, sleep still weighing on you heavily. A drunk Shane was a horny Shane.
âMm,â she hummed in answer, drawing back to lean on her elbow, looking down at you. âMissed you, though.â
âYeah? Missed me so much you couldnât answer my text?â you accused, but your tone was half-joking. You couldnât stay mad at her.
âI did. I answered it before I left,â she insisted, her words lazy. Her hand had dipped below the covers to rub absentmindedly at your hip.
You rolled your eyes playfully. âOkay, so two hours after I sent it.â
Her lips curled into a grin. Sheâd always found it cute when you were annoyed.
âCâmon, babe, donât be mad. I was just busy. Didnât see it right away.â
âDid you get too distracted by all the pretty girls there?â You raised your brows at her, trying to keep your lips from twisting into a grin. Though you were only joking, never missing a chance to tease her, the slightest hint of jealousy still managed to seep into your tone.
Shane leaned in slowly, close enough for you to feel her breath ghosting over your face as her gaze dropped to your lips. ââM distracted by a pretty girl right now.â Her voice was hushed, and your heart skipped in your chest as her hand began to explore the skin just under the hem of your pyjama shorts, sickeningly teasing.
You reached up to pull her face down the rest of the short distance between you, and her lips met yours with fervor, no patience in it as her tongue stroked into your mouth hungrily. You already felt the ache between your legs growing more persistent; it was almost embarrassing how easily she affected you, but you didnât even care, a sigh leaving your lips as your hand tangled in her mussed hair, holding her to you.
She broke the kiss momentarily, a pleased quirk of a grin on her lips. âOh, you liked that?â she murmured against your mouth, noticing your reaction to her words. âVery pretty,â she breathed after another kiss on your lips, before moving to trail smaller ones slowly along your jaw. âPrettiest girl Iâve seen all night.â
Your eyes fluttered closed, a smile on your face as her lips moved down to your neck, planting open-mouthed kisses there. âShane,â you breathed on a laugh, barely-there admonishment in your tone. She knew exactly what she was doing.
âHm?â She didnât look up, didnât even pause from sucking at the spot where you knew thereâd be a mark left tomorrow.
âItâs, like, two a.m.â Your words sounded weak even to yourself. Who were you kidding? Your focus was being pulled between what her mouth was doing and the way her palm was rubbing at your inner thigh, silently willing it to move higher.
âAnd then it did. Her touch brushed against you over your underwear, lightly, but it was enough to send arousal flaring through you with how sensitive you already were. The small, involuntary twitch your hips gave into her hand betrayed you.
âMmh, but Iâve been thinking about you all night, baby.â That husky voice was right by your ear, and you felt the nip of her teeth on your neck again. âBeen thinking about touching you.â
She applied more pressure now, rubbing in earnest as she cupped you through your already-damp underwear. You let out a shaky breath, already wanting more, needing more. Your hand was resting on her shoulder, and your grip tightened a little without even realizing as the pleasure ramped up.
âYou want me to stop?â she purred as she palmed at you. She was gazing down at you, your eyes adjusted to the dark enough now to see the smudged eye shadow lining her eyes, the way they drank in your expression of ill-disguised pleasure. A quiet moan escaped you, your eyelids lowering as you succumbed to the feeling.
âWords, babe.â The smirk on her lips was wicked as her fingers worked you, drifting up to circle right over your clit and drawing out another moan from you like clockwork.
âNo,â you managed to breathe, your pride thrown to the wind. The end of the word dissolved into a whimper. âDonât.â
Her smirk grew, and she bent to kiss right over your collarbone, mumbling against your skin. âAlright, if you say so.â She nudged aside the crotch of your underwear then, her fingers slipping past it, and then it was her turn to let out a heavy breath as they slid into the slick wetness of your center. âFuck,â she cursed lowly, her voice almost a whisper. âThis all for me?â
You were so needy that your hips were rocking into her palm, desperate to chase the pleasure that her lazy strokes were giving you. Finally, after circling your entrance, she sunk a finger into you, quickly followed by another, and you tilted your head back further against the pillow when they curled inside you, hitting right there. âOh my God, Shane,â you moaned, sounding utterly undone, your voice breaking. Your hand was buried in her hair, her lips biting and sucking at your skin as she continued moving her fingers with what could only be described as expertise; she knew exactly which spots to hit, which motions made you a panting mess.
And a panting mess you were, your eyes shut, mouth open, moans increasing in pitch and volume. You were sure you wouldnât be able to recall your own name in that momentâthe only sensation was her fingers deep inside of you, stroking repeatedly over that one spot that sent bolts of pleasure shooting through you.
The quiet groan that rumbled from her throat vibrated against your skin, and then she shifted to hook her leg over yours, her heat pressed right up against your thigh as she began rocking her hips, seeking friction.
You were both a mess of pleasure, tangled together, Shane panting against your neck as she moved above you. When her thumb pressed harder against your clit, circling it once, twice, then gradually faster, the familiar knot of heat in your core began to flare, building steadily.
âFeel good?â she panted, her words shaky with arousal as she both heard and felt your orgasm coming. The movement of her hips picked up speed as she drew closer to her own peak.
You writhed against each other desperately, wildly, and then you were coming with Shaneâs name on your lips, the only word you were capable of. It tore from your throat in a whine, and then again, like a prayer, as your body tensed up beneath her. Her fingers prolonged the feeling, drawing out your pleasure, until moments later they stuttered in their movement as her hips jerked against you, her orgasm washing over her.
She lay draped across you as you both caught your breath, too spent to speak as you came down from your high. After your breathing had slowed, she moved her weight off of you, leaning back on her arm as her fingers slid out of you, leaving you feeling empty. Her gaze met yours steadily as she brought them to her mouth, sucking them clean of you, and you bit your lip at the dirtiness of it.
When she leaned back, falling against the pillow beside you, you leaned your head on her chest, draping yourself comfortably against her as exhaustion tugged at your limbs. âArenât you glad I woke you up?â Shane mumbled sleepily, a grin in her voice.
You would have rolled your eyes if theyâd been open, but you settled for a chuckle instead. Really, though, you would gladly take many more nights just like this.
Ambessa feeding into readers mommy issues⌠I need
⥠Approval, something you'd constantly demand from any older woman you'd encounter. It was pathetic really, the ongoing desire you'd always have to be reminded that you're enough. And Ambessa, she'd absolutely feed your little comfort seeking heart.
Smiling at you through the crowd, squeezing your shoulders with one hand as she'd pass by you, examining your art crafts with attention and giving detailed comments, brushing your hair gently while massaging your scalp, pinching your nose in a teasing manner whenever you'd get upset over small things.
It was amusing to her really, the way you couldn't hide the sparkle in your eyes whenever she'd slightly praise you, your heart jumping in joy and happiness, the missing places getting filled slowly by her warmth and affection. She knew she was all you'd needed and sought for your whole life, so she was going to grant it generously, knowing how calm and relieved it'd make you.
"You're always so good for me," she'd tuck your hair behind your ears, kissing your forehead making you smile ear to ear. "Wish I'd found you sooner you know" she'd mumble into your ear from behind as you were busy doing your little things, eyebrow frowned in focus. "Relax, little one" she'd touch between your eyebrows with her thumb, making your frown disappear.
She had a habit of showering you with kisses, her soft plump lips traveling on your skin, slowly leaving kisses all over the warmth of your body. It soon turned into a habit, running to her in the middle of the day demanding kisses, to which she'd deliver happily. "Greedy little thing," she'd hum in your neck "You're lucky I love you"
Shane and you have been screwing around together for a solid month or two. You and her were friends before that,but you had always been attracted to her.
Tonight was no different. Youâre making some food for you both while she sits at your kitchen table,a cigarette inbetween your two fingers.
âNeed to smoke your cancer stick,huh?â You joke,breaking the egg onto the pan. You hated smoking,but you know you canât change her habit.
She smirks and takes a drag. âI shouldâve gone harder,huh? Make you not be able think?â She teases,referring to your mind turning to mush at her fingers.
You look over your shoulder at her, rolling your eyes. Fuck,those eyes. Your eyes drive her crazy. âI could never date someone who smokes,â you comment as you go back to cooking. âItâs a disgusting habit.â
She looks down at the glowing end of her cigarette. âWell,say bye to half of the Los Angeles area. All of us are smokers.â
You both move on from the conversation,eating omelets and hate-watching a stupid movie.
A few days later,Shaneâs outside the salon, wanting some fresh air. She,instinctively,pulls out the half empty carton of cigarettes. She opens it.
She remembers your words. âI never could date someone who smokesâ. She sighs,tossing the carton away. âFuck.â She goes back inside.
She wants to be the woman youâd want to date,and if that means giving up smoking,so be it.
Youâd just have to keep her mouth and fingers busy.
