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Leverage

Dark Eliot: The World We Live In (Eliot Spencer x fem!OC)

Marvel

Nice Like That (Steve Rogers x fem!OC/reader)

Not Sexting (Bucky Barnes x fem!OC/reader)

The Boyfriend Package (Bucky Barnes x fem!OC)

[buckysgirlll]

mob!bucky shouts at his sensitive!wife (2)

warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, reader has some self doubt, reader being petty as she should, mention of them wanting a baby, no use of y/n, bucky regrets shouting at his sweet girl sm pls forgive him 💔

bucky barnes masterlist

part one

bucky rubs a hand down his face with a frustrated sigh. what the fuck did he do? why on earth did he shout at his sweet wife like that? he promised himself that one thing he’ll never do is project his anger onto you and that’s exactly what he did.

and it’s not like it was was something small, no! he kept on going. he kept on going even when your soft, kind eyes were glistening with tears. even when your hands started to shake with fear. even when your shoulders curled inwards like you were trying to hide yourself from the world. he was seeing all of those signs that your heart was breaking in little tiny pieces and he still thought it was a good idea to keep spewing out aggressive words towards you?

fuck how is he going to fix this? is he even going to be able to fix this?? it’s not like you’re one of those smart mouthed women that he used to date in the past. no, you’re nothing like that. you hate confrontation, you hate violence, you hate everything that he thrives on. it’s been years and he’s still confused on how someone like you ended up with someone like him but he wouldn’t dare change it for the world. you’re good for him. you changed him. you’re not only the sunshine in his life but you’re also the person that gives him the perfect balance of the brutal shit he sees and does everyday. you help him realise that life is worth living, and look what he did. he made you cry. he made you scared. he’d rather cut off his own dick then make you feel like that again.

bucky let’s out another sigh, before getting up and walking out of his office. fuck his paperwork. you were right, it can wait until tomorrow. hell, it can wait until whenever he decides to fucking do it. all that matters is comforting his wife.

carefully, he opens the bedroom that you both sleep in seeing it covered in complete darkness. he shuts the door quietly, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. once he’s able to see clearly he sees a small lump under the covers at the far edge of the bed. quickly walking over to your side of the bed, he squats next to your form, not giving a fuck about creasing his expensive slacks and peels back the covers, his eyes softening when he sees your tear stained cheek.

“oh, doll.” he whispers, gently using his thumb to wipe off a stray tear. he never thought his heart could shatter even more when he realises that his sweet girl just cried herself to sleep, and the fact that it’s his fault.

you stir, your nose scrunching slightly from bucky’s light touch before your eyes slowly open. your eyebrows furrow, confused on what woke you but once you see your husbands face. the same face that curled up in a scowl and yelled at you, you immediately turn your back on him, squeezing your eyes shut.

“baby no, cmon.” bucky mumbles, trying to pull the covers back again but this time you hold onto them tight. if you weren’t sad you might’ve let out a giggle when he lets go of the covers because you know that if he really wanted to he could’ve just lifted up the whole mattress with you on it.

you hear bucky huff behind you, before you hear him kick off his shoes and squeeze himself on the edge of the bed beside you.

“tch,” you let out a frustrated sigh, scooting yourself to the middle of the bed so you can get further away from him.

“stop running from me.” bucky grunts, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you towards his chest. you try and fight against his hold but no matter how hard you try his arms don’t budge.

since you have basically no where to go, you attempt to hide your face in the pillows below you. even that doesn’t fucking work because in the next second bucky hooks his hand under your chin, forcing your gaze onto his.

“talk to me, please. baby, im begging you.” your lips start to tremble at the sweet, softness of your husbands voice but you just can’t. it may seem like you’re overreacting over some measly shouting but the truth is it fucking hurt. it hurt that you’ve never ever had bucky shout at you before, not once. yes you’ve heard him yell at his men, or yell at his phone but that’s not the same as being on the receiving end of his yelling.

you hate how fucking sensitive you are. why couldn’t you just snap back at him? why do you have to be so damn weak. especially as the wife of a mob boss. in all fairness bucky doesn’t let you see any of the harsh and dangerous things he does on a daily basis but it doesn’t matter. if you can’t even handle your husband lashing out every once in a while, what makes you think you can handle being the wife of one of the most dangerous mob bosses in the country?

you don’t even realise that you started crying again until you feel bucky’s hand swipe away the tears even though they continue to fall.

“doll, please stop crying.” bucky whispers, trying his best to wipe away your tears.

you hiccup, your shoulders starting to shake. “i-i can’t” you sob.

“fuck, what did i do?” you hear bucky say, before he pulls your body into his chest. “im sorry. im so fucking sorry.” he keeps one hand rubbing your back and the other one on the back of your head, stroking your hair. just hearing him say those sweet words to you make you cry even harder. and you hate that with every apology that he coo’s into your ear makes you hold onto his shirt tighter.

once your sobs have subsided to mere sniffles, bucky looks down seeing that you’ve cried yourself to sleep yet again. even though it hurts seeing the residue tears stuck on your flushed cheeks, he can’t help but feel a sense of warmth in his chest when you still seek some form of comfort from him when he was the one that made you upset. that thought only makes him hold onto your small form tighter. because damn him for making you feel like this. if this was any other man for making a single hair move on your head he would’ve killed them immediately. and here he is being a fucking hypocrite and making you feel so sad. fuck, how is he going to fix this?

—

you open your eyes slowly, feeling like absolute shit. your head feels like it’s about to split in two and you’re sure that if you look in the mirror your eyes would be puffy and red. memories from last night come flooding in and you look to the side to see the bed cold and empty.

you sigh, not wanting to leave the bed at all today. so you don’t. you get up just to take a quick shower and splash warm water over your face and instead of your normal routine where you’ll go and help the chefs or you’d go sit in the spacious living room and read, you decide to just sulk in bed.

just as you get comfortable back in bed, you hear the bedroom door open. you look behind you to see your husband standing at the door wearing a fresh, tailored suit. he looks like perfection, ugh damn him for looking so good when you’re trying to be mad at him.

“how’re you feeling?” he whispers, not moving from the door.

you shrug, pulling the covers even more over your shoulders.

“the chef just told me that you didn’t come down for breakfast.” you hear his footsteps, before you feel the bed dip next to you. you stay bundled up under the covers even when you feel his hand settle on your waist. he sighs, “sweetheart, i know you’re upset and trust me i am so fucking sorry. but you have to eat.”

“m’ not hungry.” you mumble.

he says your name softly, “okay enough. ive given you room to sulk and ive apologised as much as i can. what more can i do so you can forgive me baby?” you raise your head slightly, seeing the pure heartbreak in his eyes.

“you were mean.” you whisper.

“i know.” he nods. “and im sorry, it’ll never happen again i swear.”

“and y’know i hate it when you overwork yourself.” he nods again cupping your cheek.

“i know doll, im sorry for taking my anger out on you. because i wasn’t mad at you, im never mad at you. it was just late and i was tired.”

“and you said you hated me.”

“i know— wait i never said that.” bucky looks down at you with a frown.

“you basically did.” you mumble. “you told me that im not welcome in your office without knocking so in girl terms that means you hate me.”

he lets out a small chuckle, pressing a kiss on your lips. “i could never hate you sweetheart. and about the knocking. i don’t want to see you ever knock when you need to come in my office. you’re my wife, not one of my men.”

you let a small smile take over your face, leaning into his touch.

“so, does this mean im forgiven?” bucky asks, quietly. who knew that the scary mob boss gives a fuck about being forgiven, that thought almost made you laugh, almost.

“hmmm,” you pretend to think about it before you shake your head.

“oh cmon. what more can i do, doll?” he sighs, pulling you closer so you’re tucked into his chest.

“how about a new bag?” you ask, shyly.

“done.”

“we go book shopping tomorrow and you let me get all the books i want?”

“done.” you smile at that thought, before you say something that you’ve been wanting to ask for a while.

“and we can start trying for a baby?” bucky looks down at you with his eyebrow raised.

“is that what you want?” he asks.

you nod, looking at him with hope.

“done.”

you squeal, throwing your arms around his neck and planting him with kisses.

“i love you.” you whisper, against his lips but right before he can kiss you back you say, “if you shout at me again i think i might have to kill you.” you giggle.

bucky chuckles before pulling you closer. “good. that’s why i love you.”

a/n - omg thank you guys sm for the love in part one i did not know i would get so much followers and notes from that one singular fic <3

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[slutdier]

𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑹𝑼𝑻 A touch-starved alpha Bucky Barnes finally snaps when his freshly-moved-in omega neighbor’s heat spikes through the thin Brooklyn apartment walls. He hasn’t fucked a pussy since the 1940s, and her desperate, dripping scent drives him feral.

alpha!neighbour!bucky barnes x fem!omega!reader

word count : 5,2k

warnings 18+ : explicit sexual content, no use of y/n, penetrative sex, knotting, fingering, a/b/o dynamics, heats, ruts, scenting, breeding kink, claiming/bonding bites, sex while pregnant, dubious consent (omega begs repeatedly while alpha hesitates out of fear of harm), size difference, possessiveness and mild dominance, brief mentions of historical trauma (hydra, forced celibacy, painful solo ruts)

author’s note : this is my first time ever writing anything a/b/o so pls be kind to her world 💀 hope you enjoy!!

The air in the old Brooklyn apartment building had been humming with quiet tension for three weeks now. Thin walls, creaky floors and James Buchanan Barnes across the hall, the gentlest alpha you’d ever met, who somehow made your body ache with a need so fierce it embarrassed you.

From the very first day, he’d offered to help with your boxes, voice soft as he asked, “Mind if I carry the heavy ones doll?” His metal arm gleamed under the hallway light as he lifted them effortlessly but he was careful, always careful, setting each one down like it was fragile, smiling that small, shy smile when you thanked him.

His scent drifted over you in the stairwell: warm pine, clean steel, something comforting and strong that settled deep in your lungs.

Your reaction was immediate and mortifying. Heat flared low in your belly, slick rushing hot and sudden between your thighs until you had to press your legs together to hide the way your panties were already soaked through. You ducked your head, cheeks burning, praying he hadn’t noticed.

But Bucky had.

His breath caught for the briefest second, blue eyes softening as they met yours. He didn’t say a word about it just murmured, “Anytime you need help I’m right here,” voice tender enough to make your heart stutter. Then he stepped back, giving you space, hands loose at his sides like he was proving he’d never take more than you offered.

Since then, you’d turned into someone you barely recognized, shy on the outside, filthy-minded on the inside, desperate for any scrap of closeness he’d allow.

In the laundry room you started timing your visits to his, wearing soft little shorts that rode up when you bent over, pretending you didn’t know exactly what you were doing. You’d brush past him too close on purpose, letting your vanilla-honey scent bloom thick and sweet in the humid air. He’d go still every time, folding a towel with careful movements but you could see the way his throat worked when he breathed you in.

You weren’t bold, you blushed just thinking about it but the ache between your legs made you reckless. You’d linger by the dryer, bending slow, thighs slick and trembling because you knew he could smell how wet you were. Once, a helpless little moan slipped out when another pulse of slick soaked through your shorts, leaving a damp spot you couldn’t hide.

Bucky’s soft inhale was the only warning before his quiet voice reached you. “Sweetheart… you okay?” So gentle, so concerned, like he thought you might be hurting. His eyes were dark but his expression was all worried kindness, metal hand curled loosely at his side so he wouldn’t scare you. You wanted to drop to your knees and beg him to do something about the mess you’d made of yourself.

The elevator rides were torture you inflicted on both of you. You’d stand just close enough that your shoulder almost brushed his chest, breathing him in until you were dizzy. Your body didn’t care that you were shy, it reacted anyway, nipples tight against your shirt, fresh slick coating your thighs every time the car jerked. You’d bite your lip to keep quiet but sometimes a tiny, needy sound escaped anyway.

He never crowded you. Always stood with his hands behind his back or gripping the rail, giving you every inch of space. But once, after a particularly desperate whimper left your throat, he leaned in just enough to murmur against your hair, “I’ve got you. Whatever you need, I’m right here.” The words were so soft, so patient, they made you throb harder, made you want to turn around and rub yourself against him like a cat in heat.

Nights were when your restraint cracked completely. Through the thin wall you could hear him, quiet at first then the soft rustle of sheets, the low, helpless groan he tried to muffle in his pillow. The slow, slick sound of his hand moving over his cock, careful even when he was alone, like he was afraid of waking you. You’d press your ear to the wall, legs spread wide, fingers plunging deep into your dripping cunt because you couldn’t stop yourself.

You’d fuck yourself hard and fast, chasing the rhythm of his strokes, imagining his gentle hands instead, how careful he’d be, how he’d whisper sweet things while he split you open. Sometimes you heard him say your name, so soft and reverent it sounded like a prayer.

“God baby… wanna take care of you… wanna be good for you…” It sent you over every time, thighs shaking as you came messily around your fingers, biting the pillow to stay quiet while slick soaked the sheets beneath you.

You were the one burning up with filthy, desperate need.

He was the one holding back with endless patience and sweetness, waiting for you to ask.

And every night you came listening to him fall apart so gently on the other side of the wall, you wondered how much longer you could stand not begging him to finally give you what you both wanted.

Until tonight.

Your heat had crested into something unbearable, a vicious, clawing thing that left you stripped bare on the living-room floor, legs splayed wide, thighs glazed with hours of slick. Fingers weren’t enough anymore, three buried to the knuckles, thrusting frantically, chasing a relief that wouldn’t come.

The vibrator buzzed uselessly beside you; even the pillow you’d humped raw couldn’t soothe the hollow, aching throb deep in your cunt. You were sobbing openly now, broken pleas spilling into the empty apartment.

“Bucky… please… need you inside me… need your knot… need your pups…”

The words tore out of you without shame, loud enough to carry through the thin wall.

On the other side, Bucky broke.

He’d been fighting it for weeks, every gentle, devoted inch of himself locked down tight. Every time your scent thickened in the hallway, every time you bent over in the laundry room and he caught the shine of slick on your thighs, every muffled whimper he heard at night, he’d gone back to his apartment and stroked himself slow, almost reverent, whispering your name while he imagined sliding into you gentle and deep, imagined filling you so carefully you’d feel safe and cherished while he put his pups in you.

He was obsessed with it. Couldn’t think of anything else. The thought of your belly rounding soft with his child, of your body changing because of him, because he’d taken care of you so perfectly, it lived behind his eyes every second of every day. He wanted to be gentle. Wanted to be good. Wanted to earn the right to breed you by proving he’d never hurt you.

But tonight your scent flooded the hallway like a wave of pure, desperate heat and your broken cries punched straight through his chest.

Three soft, urgent knocks sounded at your door, too controlled to be anything but him.

“Doll?” His voice came through the wood, low and trembling, thick with worry and rut. “Sweetheart, I- I heard you cryin’. You okay? Can I… can I come in? Just to check on you, I swear I’ll be good-”

You scrambled up on shaky legs, slick pouring down your thighs in fresh rivulets, and flung the door open.

He looked wrecked in the most heartbreaking way: hair falling into dark, pleading eyes, chest heaving under a damp T-shirt, sweats tented obscenely with the thick line of his cock, a wet patch spreading at the tip. His scent rolled over you, warm pine, clean steel, and the heavy, drugging musk of an alpha deep in rut, but his hands were open at his sides, fingers flexing like he was terrified to reach for you.

“Oh baby,” he whispered, voice cracking as he took in the sight of you, naked, trembling, drenched. “You’re hurtin’ so bad… I’m sorry I waited so long. I didn’t wanna scare you…”

You lunged at him with a desperate whine, wrapping your arms around his neck, grinding your soaked cunt against the ridge of his cock through the fabric. “Bucky please- need you now. Need you to fuck me, need you to breed me, please-”

He caught you easily, lifting you against his chest like you weighed nothing, metal arm cradling your back, flesh hand cupping your ass with reverent care but the rut roaring through him finally snapped the last thread of patience.

He couldn’t wait another second, couldn’t make it the few extra steps to the couch.

With a low, trembling growl he sank to his knees right there in the entryway and lowered you gently to the floor, laying you down like you were still the most precious thing in the world, even as his hands shook with the need to claim you now.

“I’ve got you omega,” he murmured, voice shaking as he peeled off his shirt, revealing miles of scarred muscle. “Gonna take such good care of you, I promise. Wanna make you feel safe while I… while I give you everything.”

He settled between your thighs, eyes locked on yours and slid into you slow, so achingly slow, inch by thick inch, groaning soft and reverent as your slick walls fluttered around him.

“God, you’re perfect,” he breathed, forehead pressed to yours, hips rolling gentle and deep. “So warm… so tight… been dreamin’ about this pussy every night doll. Dreamin’ about putting my pups right here-” His flesh hand slid to your lower belly, pressing lightly, possessively. “Wanna fill you up so gentle you feel every drop… wanna watch you grow round with me…”

The sweetness of it, the devotion in his voice, only made you wilder. You clawed at his back, heels digging into his ass, trying to pull him deeper, faster.

“Harder,” you begged, voice raw. “Bucky please- need it rough, need you to ruin me, need you to breed me like you mean it-”

He froze, hips stuttering, eyes wide with sudden fear. “No baby- no, I can’t.” His voice cracked, raw and vulnerable.

“I… I haven’t been with anyone since the forties doll. Back then I was just a man- had a few sweet omegas, even knotted and bred a couple before the war took me. But after I fell, after Hydra… nothing. Not a single person in seventy years. They stole every chance, turned me into a weapon instead of a mate. I’ve never knotted anyone since, never bred anyone since and now my rut’s hittin’ harder than it ever has. You’re so small, so perfect, and I’m terrified I’ll lose control and hurt you. I couldn’t live with myself if I ever hurt you sweetheart.”

The confession spilled out of him like it had been locked behind his teeth for weeks, his blue eyes glassy with fear and longing. He rested his forehead against yours, trembling. “I want to give you pups more than I want to breathe, sweetheart. But I need to be gentle. Need to keep you safe.”

You sobbed, clenching hard around his cock, grinding up against him in filthy desperation. “You won’t hurt me. I trust you. I need it alpha- need you to lose control, need you to fuck me full of your pups, please-”

His breath hitched, a low, helpless sound tearing out of him. You felt his restraint crack, felt the tremor in his thighs as he fought it.

“Please,” you whispered again, nipping his jaw, licking the sweat from his throat. “Be rough with me. I’m begging you.”

Something shattered behind his eyes.

With a broken groan he pulled back and slammed home, hard, deep, perfect. Your back arched off the floor as he set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping, metal arm braced beside your head so he wouldn’t crush you, flesh hand gripping your thigh to spread you wider.

“That what you need, sweet girl?” he rasped, voice ragged with filth. “Need your alpha to fuck you raw after all these years? Need me to breed this pretty pussy till it’s dripping with me?”

“Yes- yes- harder!”

He gave it to you. Pounded into you like he was trying to crawl inside your skin, cock dragging over every sensitive spot, balls slapping wet against your ass. Every thrust shoved a filthy squelch from your soaked cunt, slick splashing onto his thighs.

“Gonna knot you so deep,” he panted, eyes fixed on where you were joined, watching himself disappear into you over and over. “First knot in almost a century baby, all for you. Gonna lock you to me and pump you so full of cum you’ll be carrying my pups by morning- fuck, I can’t wait to see you swollen doll, can’t wait to take care of you while you grow ‘em-”

You shattered around him with a scream, pussy clamping viciously, milking him as you came in messy, squirting waves.

He followed with a hoarse cry, hips grinding deep as his knot swelled huge and sudden, popping past your pussy and locking tight. The stretch burned white-hot, perfect, and then he was coming, endless thick ropes flooding your womb, spilling hot and heavy, overflowing around the knot in creamy rivulets that soaked you both.

He collapsed carefully, rolling so you were draped over his chest, still impaled, knot throbbing with every aftershock. His arms wrapped around you gentle again, metal fingers stroking your spine, flesh hand cradling the back of your head.

“Good girl,” he whispered, voice soft and wrecked, kissing your temple, your cheeks, the tears on your lashes. “Took me so perfect… my first knot in seventy years and you made it feel like heaven. Gonna keep you knotted all night, baby. Gonna breed you again as soon as it goes down. Wanna put so many pups in you… wanna love you through every single heat.”

You nuzzled into his neck, breathing him in, your body finally, blissfully full.

And somewhere in the haze, you felt his knot pulse once more, another gentle, possessive spurt deep inside as he murmured against your skin, reverent and obsessed:

“Mine now, sweetheart. After all this time waiting… gonna spend the rest of my life keeping this belly round.”

You wake slow, aching in every possible way, sweet, filthy, perfect.

The hardwood is cool against your cheek, but Bucky’s body is a furnace curled around you from behind, heavy and protective. His flesh arm is draped over your waist like an anchor, metal hand resting low on your belly, fingers splayed wide and gentle, as if he’s already cradling something precious that isn’t there yet. The air is thick with the two of you: warm pine, steel, vanilla-honey, and the unmistakable proof of last night, hours of knotting, breeding, claiming, coating your skin, the floor, everything.

His cock is still inside you, half-hard and nestled deep, plugging the slow trickle of his own spend so nothing escapes. Every tiny shift of his hips makes a soft, wet sound and sends a lazy throb through your overworked walls. You’re sore, swollen, utterly wrecked… and your heat purrs at the feel of him anyway, slick already gathering fresh and helpless.

He stirs with a low, sleepy hum, nose burying in your hair to breathe you in like you’re oxygen.

“Mornin’ pretty girl,” he murmurs, voice gravel-soft and shamelessly adoring. His metal thumb strokes slow circles over your lower belly, reverent. “Sleep okay with my cock keepin’ you full all night?”

You whimper, half-embarrassed, half-desperate and rock back against him on instinct. The motion drags his thickening length through your messy heat and he groans like it hurts, so good it hurts.

“God, doll,” he whispers against your bond mark, lips brushing the tender, crusted bite with heartbreaking gentleness. “You’re still drippin’ me. Kept every drop right where it belongs, didn’t you? Good omega… best omega.”

His flesh hand slides up to cup one heavy, aching breast, thumb brushing your nipple so tenderly you shiver. “These are gonna get so full for me,” he says, quiet and certain, like he’s picturing it already.

“Gonna swell up sweet and heavy, leak milk down your pretty belly while I keep you knotted and happy. Can’t wait to taste you, gonna suck you soft and slow every night, keep you feelin’ safe and spoiled while our pups grow.”

The words are pure filth but his tone is pure devotion, soft, shameless, utterly obsessed. He rocks into you lazy and deep, stirring last night’s loads with slow, churning thrusts that make obscene, wet sounds in the quiet morning.

“Feel that little swell already?” he asks, metal palm pressing gently, possessively over your abdomen.

“That’s me, baby. All that cum I gave you, sittin’ deep, takin’ root. Been dreamin’ about this since the day you moved in, puttin’ my pups in you, watchin’ you bloom. Never thought I’d get the chance again… not after everything. But you-”

His voice cracks just a little, raw with wonder. “You let me in. Let me love you like this.”

You clench around him involuntarily, fresh slick coating his cock and he moans your name like a prayer.

“Still so greedy for me,” he chuckles, warm and fond, hips rolling a little faster now.

“My sweet, perfect girl, heat all burned out yet still beggin’ for more. Don’t worry, doll. I’m gonna give you everything. Gonna knot you soft and slow this morning, pump you full again till you’re overflowin’. Then I’ll carry you to bed, clean you up gentle, feed you breakfast with you in my lap… and knot you again after.”

He nips your ear, voice dropping to that shameless, loving growl. “Gonna keep this belly round for years, sweetheart. One litter after another, till you’re sick of bein’ spoiled and pregnant and mine. But I don’t think you ever will be.”

You come with a broken little cry, fluttering weakly around him and he follows right after, knot swelling slow and careful, locking you together as he spills deep with soft, reverent groans. His arms tighten around you, metal hand still cradling your belly like it’s the most precious thing in the world.

“There we go,” he whispers, lips dragging slow and hot over the fresh bond mark, then your shoulder, your damp temple. His voice is a low, filthy-sweet rasp right against your ear.

“One more thick, hot load pumped straight into your perfect little womb for our pups, pretty baby. Fuck… feel how full you are? This gorgeous, greedy pussy still milkin’ every drop outta me, drippin’ my cum down your thighs like the beautiful mess you are. Best thing I’ve ever felt- this tight, silky heaven wrapped around my knot, takin’ everything I give you, lettin’ me love you deep and dirty and so fuckin’ proper.”

He stays buried deep, knot pulsing gently, and holds you like he’ll never let go.

You’re both still filthy, crusted, sticky, gloriously wrecked, sprawled together on the living-room floor where you passed out knotted and spent. The hardwood is cool beneath you, scattered blankets and discarded clothes forming a makeshift nest, the air thick with the heavy scent of rut, slick and alpha cum.

Every time you shift in his arms, trying to get comfortable against his chest, flakes of his dried spend drift off your inner thighs like snow and the sight makes him growl low and possessive against your neck, metal hand tightening gently over your lower belly while his flesh hand slides down to cup your swollen pussy, thumb tracing the sticky mess still leaking slow from you.

“Can’t have my seed wastin’ on the floor, pretty girl,” he rasps, voice rough with leftover rut and pure hunger. “Every drop belongs right back inside this perfect little cunt.”

The shower’s already steaming when he steps in. His cock swings heavy between his thighs, thick, flushed, half-hard again like it never learned the meaning of enough. He steps in behind you, metal arm locking gentle around your waist to keep you steady while hot water pours over you both, rinsing away the crusted mess but doing nothing to ease the raw, throbbing ache deep in your pussy.

“Spread those pretty legs for me doll,” he rasps against your neck, voice rough with leftover rut and pure adoration.

You obey instantly, always instantly for him, thighs falling open under the spray. His flesh hand slides down your belly, cups your swollen, puffy pussy like it’s the most precious thing he’s ever touched. Two fingers part your folds slow and reverent, letting the water flush out the thick, creamy ropes of his spend still plugged inside you. They drip slow and obscene, swirling down the drain in filthy strands, and he watches like a man possessed.

“Fuck, look at that,” he groans, voice shaking with awe. “Bred you so deep it’s still pourin’ out hours later. My good girl, kept me locked in all night, didn’t let a single drop escape till now.” His metal thumb spreads you wider, cool plates against your fever-hot skin, letting more cum leak free. “Don’t worry, baby. Gonna stuff you full again soon as we’re clean. Can’t stand seein’ this perfect pussy empty.”

He soaps his big hands until they’re foamy, then washes you slow, almost worshipful, palms gliding over your heavy tits, down the curve of your belly, between your trembling thighs. But the gentleness only lasts so long. Two thick, soapy fingers push inside you without warning, scissoring deep to clean every inch of your used walls, thumb circling your swollen clit until your knees buckle and you sob his name.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he whispers, metal arm banding tight across your chest to hold you up. “Just cleanin’ my mess outta you… so I can make a brand-new one. Gonna keep this greedy cunt drippin’ me forever.”

You come hard and sudden, pussy fluttering weakly around his fingers, squirting slick and water down his wrist in messy pulses. The sound you make is broken, desperate and it rips a filthy-sweet groan from his throat. His cock is rock-hard now, grinding slow against the curve of your ass like it’s begging.

He rinses you thoroughly, really thoroughly, then wraps you in the fluffiest towel he found, carries you back to the kitchen still dripping. Sets you on the counter, spreads your thighs wide just to look, eyes blown black with that same breeding obsession.

“Stay right there, pretty girl. Don’t move an inch.”

He disappears for a second, rummaging through the scattered clothes on the floor, then comes back with his shirt, the same one he’d worn last night, still carrying the warm scent of pine, steel and him.

He stands in front of you, eyes dark and hungry as he slides it over your head himself, guiding your arms through the sleeves with careful hands. The fabric falls soft and loose, brushing your thighs as he tugs it down until it barely skims the curve of your ass.

No panties, of course not. He smooths the hem with possessive palms, fingers lingering on your bare skin underneath, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

“Never again, pretty girl,” he murmurs, voice rough and reverent. “Don’t want anything between me and this perfect little pussy. Wanna be able to touch you, taste you, slide inside you whenever I need. And I’m gonna need you a lot.”

Then he makes breakfast, shirtless, sweats slung low, metal arm flexing every time he flips bacon or pours coffee. You sit on the stool, legs swinging, feeling the slow, steady seep of leftover cum still leaking out of you onto the wood beneath your bare pussy. Every shift makes you clench, makes more drip out and the knowledge that he can smell it, that he knows, has you squirming, thighs rubbing together, heat already simmering again.

He plates pancakes drowning in syrup, crispy bacon, fluffy eggs and sits right beside you, metal arm draped possessive over the back of your chair. You’re halfway through a bite when the question slips out soft and curious.

“So… you really hadn’t fucked anyone since the 40’s?” you ask, fork hovering. “Like… not once? What about your ruts? How did you survive them alone?”

He freezes, coffee mug halfway to his mouth. Then he sets it down slow, turns to you with raw, unguarded eyes.

“Dead serious, doll,” he says, voice low and rough with memory. “Not a single pussy since 1943. Hydra kept me frozen most of the time, when they woke me, I was nothin’ but a weapon. No relief, no omega, no softness. Just blood and missions and ice.”

His metal hand slides up your bare thigh under the counter, cool fingers tracing the fresh trail of slick already coating your skin.

“After I got free… ruts hit harder than anything I’ve ever felt. Worst pain I’ve ever known, worse than fallin’ off that train, worse than losin’ the arm. I’d lock myself away, chain my ankles if I had to. Jerked off till my cock bled, till I passed out in a puddle of my own spend. Bit through my own lip, dented concrete with this hand tryin’ not to break out and hurt someone.”

His flesh hand cups your jaw, thumb stroking your lower lip with heartbreaking tenderness.

“Then you moved in across the hall,” he rasps, eyes darkening with devotion. “First whiff of your heat and I nearly tore the building down to get to you. Spent weeks strokin’ myself raw every time you walked past, smellin’ like warm vanilla and needy, dripping cunt. Thought I’d lose my mind if I didn’t bury myself in you soon.”

He leans closer, metal fingers slipping between your legs again, finding you soaked and open and aching. Two slide in easy, slow, possessive pumps that make you gasp and drop your fork.

“Last night was the first time in seventy goddamn years I got to sink into a real omega pussy,” he growls against your mouth, voice thick with love and filth. “First knot. First breeding. First time comin’ inside somethin’ so warm and wet and beggin’ for my pups. You took every drop baby-milked me dry, let me flood this perfect little womb till it overflowed.”

His thumb finds your clit, circling slow and relentless while his fingers fuck you lazy and deep right there at the breakfast table.

“Now I got this sloppy, greedy cunt leakin’ for me again before the plates are even empty,” he whispers, reverent and shameless. “Gonna spend the rest of my life makin’ up for every lonely rut- gonna knot you every heat, every day, every time you look at me like that. Gonna keep you stuffed full, belly swollen, tits heavy and leakin’ milk down this pretty body while I pump another litter into you.”

You moan, loud, broken, desperate, clenching hard around his fingers, hips rocking shamelessly into his hand. Breakfast is forgotten. You’re already dripping down his wrist again, thighs trembling, heat flaring hot and hungry because it’s him because it’s Bucky looking at you like you’re his whole world and talking like he’s going to spend forever proving it.

He kisses you deep and dirty, tasting like coffee and bacon and pure alpha love.

“You gave me everything, omega,” he whispers against your swollen lips, voice rough with awe and possession. “Ended a hundred-year drought with the wettest, neediest, most perfect pussy I’ve ever dreamed of. And I’m gonna keep it soaked, bred, and happy for the rest of my life.”

It’s a few weeks later, New Year’s Eve. The little drugstore test is still on the bathroom counter, two pink lines glowing like a promise. You’re barely four weeks along but your body already knows. Your breasts are heavier, tender and swollen, nipples darker and so sensitive that even the brush of Bucky’s dog tags against them makes you shiver. A soft, constant warmth hums low in your belly, a permanent simmer of need that has you wet almost all the time now.

Bucky hasn’t let you more than ten feet away from him since you showed him the test. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, sweats slung low, metal arm catching the low light. You stand between his thighs wearing nothing but his old dog tags and a pair of his boxers rolled at the waist. Your belly is still flat but the way he looks at it, like he can already see the curve, already feel his pups moving, makes heat pool between your legs.

“God, doll,” he whispers, voice thick with wonder and something deeper, softer. Both hands, warm flesh and cool metal, slide up your thighs, over your hips, until they settle gently over your lower abdomen. His thumbs trace slow, reverent circles right where everything is changing. “You’re really carryin’ my baby. My seed took… first night I ever knotted anyone in seventy years, and it took.”

He leans forward, presses his lips to your belly in a kiss so tender it makes your eyes burn. Inhales deep, nose brushing your skin. “Smell so sweet already,” he murmurs against you. “Like warm vanilla and milk and mine. Fuck, baby… you’re perfect.”

His flesh hand slips lower, under the waistband of the boxers, finding you soaked, slick coating your thighs in a constant, helpless trickle. He groans softly when his fingers glide through it, metal arm tightening gently around your waist to steady you as two thick fingers sink inside slow and careful.

“Still so wet for me,” he breathes, pumping gentle, curling just enough to make your breath hitch. “This pretty pussy’s already flutterin’ around my fingers… and you’re only a month along. Gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart.”

He eases his fingers free, brings them to his lips and licks them clean with a quiet, reverent hum, eyes never leaving yours. Then he stands, towering over you for a moment before guiding you gently down onto the bed, onto your back, pillows propped behind you so you’re comfortable.

“Gonna love you slow tonight,” he promises, voice low and rough with adoration. He peels the boxers off your legs, settles between your thighs with infinite care, like you’re made of glass and gold. His cock is heavy, flushed, leaking at the tip, but he doesn’t rush. Just drags the head through your slick folds once, twice, coating himself, before pressing in, slow, steady, watching your face the entire time.

You both sigh when he bottoms out. He stills, lets you adjust, forehead pressed to yours.

“Feel okay, pretty girl?” he whispers, brushing a kiss to your lips, your cheek, the corner of your eye. “Tell me if it’s too much. You’re carryin’ my pups now- I’ll be so gentle, I swear.”

You nod, threading fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. “Feels perfect, alpha.”

The word makes him shudder. He starts moving, long, deep, unhurried strokes that drag over every sensitive spot inside you, slow enough that every ridge and vein of his cock feels like a caress. His metal hand cradles the back of your head; his flesh hand slides up your side to cup one swollen breast, thumb stroking over the dark, aching nipple with heartbreaking tenderness.

“These are gettin’ so full already,” he murmurs, voice raw with awe. He lowers his head, lips brushing the curve of your breast, tongue flicking gentle over the peak. Then he closes his mouth around it, soft, warm suction that makes you arch and whimper. He suckles slow and careful, like he’s already coaxing milk that isn’t there yet, like he’s memorizing the weight and feel of you changing for him.

You moan his name, hips rocking up to meet his gentle thrusts, slick dripping down your thighs, soaking the sheets. He switches to the other breast, giving it the same reverent attention, sucking softly, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp but never enough to hurt.

“Gonna do this every day,” he whispers against your skin, lips shiny, eyes dark and devoted. “Suck these pretty tits till they’re leakin’ for me. Then I’ll lick every drop off your belly before I kiss my way lower and taste how wet you get because of me.”

His rhythm stays slow, deep, loving, every thrust a promise, every pull of his mouth on your nipple a vow. Outside, fireworks start popping as midnight nears but inside it’s just the soft, wet sounds of him loving you, your quiet moans, his whispered praise.

“Come for me when the new year starts baby,” he breathes, thumb finding your clit to circle gentle and steady. “Come on your alpha’s cock while I’m suckin’ these gorgeous tits and buried deep in the pussy that’s growin’ my baby.”

The first big fireworks boom over Brooklyn just as you fall apart, pussy fluttering soft and sweet around him, a gentle, rolling orgasm that leaves you trembling and breathless. He groans your name like a prayer, hips grinding deep as his knot swells slow and careful, locking you together without a hint of pain. Warm pulses of cum spill into you, gentle and endless, his body curled protectively over yours.

He stays on his elbows so his weight never presses your belly, lips returning to your breasts, suckling softly through the aftershocks, kissing every inch of tender skin like he’s worshipping the changes already happening.

“Happy New Year pretty mama,” he whispers, voice thick with love, metal hand splayed gentle over your abdomen, flesh hand stroking your hair. “Best year of my life starts tonight, with you pregnant, tits heavy in my mouth, pussy soft and full of me. Gonna love you like this every single day. Gentle and slow and mine.”

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[holylulusworld]

Surrogate per accident (1)

Title: Surrogate per accident (1)

Summary: You want a baby. They do too.

Pairing: Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: world-building, mentions of a surrogate, mentions of cheating, mentions of fertility treatment/in vitro fertilization, a mix-up...

Square filled for @stuckybingo: N3: Free Space

Card: STB7025

Rating: Mature

Clive, another man who wasn’t ready to commit. Four years down the drain. Another 1,460 days wasted on a useless relationship.

After almost a year of self-doubts, crying fits, and stalking his mistress’s Instagram, you decided it’s time to do something for yourself. You wanted to start the life you have been dreaming of before you fell for another man.

Months ago, you started to undergo fertility treatment. You felt like hell, and your hormones were all over the place. It was totally worth it, though. Today, you’ll finally get what you have been waiting for.

When you first told your family and friends about the in vitro fertilization, they didn’t believe you. Later, they were shocked to hear you went ahead with your plan.

“Baby fever,” your mother said.

“You are going to regret having a baby on your own,” your sister warned you.

“If you want to have a baby, find a guy first,” your brother chimed in, laughing about your plans.

Your father simply shook his head and grumbled under his breath.

“Only because Clive dumped you doesn’t mean you must go and get a baby from a baby factory.”

“It’s a fertility clinic, Dad.” You sighed deeply. “And I’m not doing this out of desperation or spite. I wanted to become a mother for the longest time. Clive held me back, only to give some other woman a baby. It’s my time to get what I want. I’m done with all these selfish men.”

No one seemed to understand that you could raise a child on your own.

Not your family. Not your friends. No one came with you when you walked into the fertility clinic.

It didn’t matter to you that no one supported your plan. This was your life, and you’d live it to the fullest.

Walking all the hallways, lost in thoughts, you bumped into a firm back. You gasped and apologized, only to face one of your bosses. Steve Rogers.

“Y/N!” He said, smiling widely. “What brings you…here?”

“Stevie, that’s a pretty personal question, don’t you think?” His husband and your second boss said. Bucky Barnes flashed you an irresistible smile and held out his hand. “I remember, you asked for two weeks off.”

“I…I…”

“Ms. Y/L/N,” the nurse called your name, saving you from the awkward conversation. How could you possibly tell your bosses you came here to get pregnant?

On the other hand, why were they there in the first place?

“Excited?” The doctor asked, checking on your vital functions once again. “Everything is going to work according to plan. You’re healthy. We’re going to make your dream come true.”

“Scared.” You laughed through happy tears. “No…excited and scared and… I don’t know. Hopeful, maybe?” The doctor nodded.

He told you that there’s a chance you won’t get pregnant on your first try. You were still hopeful. Maybe you’d get lucky for once.

“That’s good,” the nurse softly said. She patted your shoulder, encouraging you to relax. “In a minute, we will get the two embryos.”

You inhaled sharply. “I’m ready,” you confidently said. “I want this. I want them.”

“Mr. Barnes, Mr. Rogers,” the nurses called for your bosses. “The surrogate is ready in room 107. We will call you in after the procedure.”

“We could hold her hand,” Bucky offered, hopefully looking at the nurse. “You know, for moral support. We don’t want her to be all alone.”

“Miss Mercer decided against it.” Steve’s face fell. “Maybe she doesn’t feel comfortable with two men staring at her…you know.”

Bucky huffed. “I didn’t want to look at her…you know.” His cheeks reddened when looking at the nurse. “I wanted to hold her hand.”

“Buck, she doesn’t feel comfortable. We should respect her wishes.” Steve, ever the gentleman," said. “We should wait outside.”

“Okay,” Bucky gloomily replied. “We will wait outside.”

“All done!” Another nurse said. You would have wondered why they switched places, but you were busy beaming at her like an idiot. “You’ll be pregnant in no time. The dads will be so happy.”

“Dads?” You laughed, believing the nurse was trying to be funny. “There’s no dad; that was the goal, remember?”

“No dad…” Frowning deeply, the nurse looked at the doctor. “Doctor, may I speak to you…outside?”

Panic gripped your heart. Did something go wrong? “What’s wrong? My eggs were fine. You told me so!”

“Miss…there was some kind of misunderstanding.” The nurses winced. “I…I think they fertilized the wrong eggs.” She whispered something in the doctor's ear, and you knew something must've gone wrong.

"Do I have the wrong eggs?” You panicked. “GET THEM OUT!!”

“Miss Y/L/N,” the doctor tried to calm you down. “The eggs they used are yours. I’m afraid the laboratory used the wrong sperm. It belongs to two different men.”

“What? I—what?" Just your luck. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME??!!”

“Where are our eggs!” While you were about to break down crying, the door burst open. Steve and Bucky stormed inside the room, staring right at your still exposed cunt.

Bucky swallowed thickly but didn’t stop staring until Steve covered his husband’s eyes. “The eggs? Where are they? The doctor said something about a mix-up.”

“Yeah,” you finally started to cry. “They used the wrong sperm. Now, I don’t know which guy got me pregnant. I chose so well…”

“Guy…pregnant?” Steve cocked his head. “Wait. Are you here to get an in vitro fertilization?” He looked at the doctor, who was frantically scrolling through the data on his iPad. “Doctor. What is going on?”

“Mr. Rogers, I’m afraid we accidentally fertilized Miss Y/L/N's eggs with your and Mr. Barnes' semen. We don’t know yet how this could happen. I swear, this never happened before.”

“You are telling me I’m going to have my bosses’ babies?” Your eyes rolled back, and you passed out, your legs still spread.

Bucky and Steve exchanged a quick look. A smirk tugged at the corners of their lips, but it faded so quickly that the nurse believed it had never been there…

Part 2: Surrogate per accident (2)

[holylulusworld]

Surrogate per accident (2)

Title: Surrogate per accident (2)

Summary: You want a baby. They do too.

Pairing: Stucky x fem!Reader

Square filled for @stuckybingo: O3: Boundary Issues

Card: STB7025

Rating: Mature

Warnings: mentions of a surrogate, fertility treatment/in vitro fertilization, a hint of gray Stucky

Catch up here: Surrogate per accident (1)

You heard voices when you slowly woke after passing out. Groggily opening your eyes, you looked around the room, realizing you were no longer in the same hospital room.

You turned your head, vision swimming. The doctor, two nurses, a bunch of guys in suits, and your bosses looked your way. “What do we do now?” The doctor asked, looking at the men in suits.

“This is a legal nightmare,” the nurse exclaimed, fearing losing her job. “I only brought Miss Y/L/N to the room. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“We are not responsible for the mix-up. The embryology laboratory messed up, not the clinic.” One of the guys in suits said. He sounded like a lawyer, and you already disliked him and the others.

Bucky scoffed. “Yeah, blame the laboratory, not your incompetent employees.” He said, his tone laced with venom. “We wanted our surrogate to get pregnant with our babies, not our employee! You should’ve double-checked before impregnating Y/N!”

“What will people think, hearing that our employee is now pregnant with our babies?” Steve added, glaring at the lawyers. “This will have consequences!”

“Guys in suits?” The absurdity of the situation almost made you giggle. It was hilarious that eight people were fighting over your womb. “What the fuck did you do? I wanted a baby, and you put the wrong semen into my eggs, and now…”

Steve was by your side in three long steps when you started to cry. He wrapped his arms around you, shushing you. “Everything is going to be alright, Y/N.”

“Gentlemen, ladies,” Bucky said, looking at his husband and you, not the people fucking your dream over. “I think we need a moment here. Leave us alone for a moment, everyone. Our lawyers are on the way. We won’t sign anything until they are here.”

The lawyers and the doctor reluctantly left the room. For different reasons, they didn’t want to anger your bosses even more.

One of the nurses gave you an apologetic look before walking out of the room, too.

“She shouldn’t be alone now. If you need anything, push the button,” she said. “I know this doesn’t mean anything, but I’m sorry this happened to all of you.”

“We should send the surrogate home, shouldn’t we?” Bucky murmured, his eyes glued to you in Steve’s arms. “I don’t want to stress out, Tiffany.”

“Tiffany?” You sniffled against Steve’s chest. “Is that your surrogate?”

“Yeah, a college girl wanting to earn enough money to pay for Stanford,” Steve replied. He ran his hand up and down your back, trying to help you relax. “We will still give her the full sum, Buck. She was willing to have our babies.”

“I’ll handle everything later. Let me just call a driver to get her home safely.” Bucky quickly left the room. He stayed away for a few minutes, explaining the situation to their surrogate. He assured Tiffany that they’d still pay her in full.

“Tiffany was somewhat relieved,” Bucky huffed as he walked back inside the hospital room. “It’s only fair we pay her for her help.”

“What do I do now? I wanted a baby,” you choked out a sob. “I don’t have the money for more tries. This was my only shot.”

“Another try?” Steve sounded panicked when you told him again that you didn’t have the money for another in vitro fertilization. “Y/N, maybe it worked the first time.”

“Yeah. Maybe it worked the first time,” Bucky said. He sat down on the hospital bed. “You’ll look beautiful, swollen with our babies.”

“Buck!” Steve hissed, but it was too late. You lifted your head to look at Steve.

“I can’t give you my babies! They are mine! They used my eggs!” You teared up. “You can’t take the babies away from me!”

“Doll,” Steve whispered lowly. “We won’t take them away from you. If you are having our babies, we will raise them together.” He casually said. “You’ll have children, financial safety, and two devoted men helping you raise them. They’re going to be ours.”

“Stevie is right, Y/N,” Bucky scooted closer to whisper in your ear. “We know that none of your boyfriends treated you right. Stevie and I know how to treat a woman right. Especially the one carrying our babies.”

“What if I didn’t get pregnant because they used the wrong sperm? ” You hiccupped. “They ruined my chance to have a baby without a man who doesn’t want to settle for me.”

“We will give you all the babies you want. Steve and I will do anything to fulfill our dream." Bucky lowered his voice, making you shudder. His hands moved to your waistline, and he left no room for your imagination. “We can do it the old-fashioned way, too.”

“Buck. We have talked about boundaries before, haven’t we?” Steve hissed in his husband’s direction. “Can we please just help her cope? Y/N’s dream just got shattered. She wanted to have a baby without a man. Now she’s having our babies.”

You sniffled, “Or not. If it didn’t work, you would turn toward Tiffany, and I lost my only chance to have a baby without a man around.”

“No, no, baby doll." Bucky wrapped his arms around you from behind. “You are the perfect match for us. You want a baby as much as we do. Why don’t we have them together? We have been friends from the beginning.”

It was true. Steve and Bucky were more than your bosses. You often had lunch or dinner together. The pair even invited you to join their book club and to attend a cooking class with them. They always treated you with respect and helped you after yet another breakup.

“How about this? The doctor said you can go home. When we stormed into the room earlier this day, they had already checked on you.” Steve wanted you to feel safe and take you home with them. “We will grab a few of your things, and you stay with us over the weekend.”

“I remember,” you chuckled. “I was mortified because my two bosses were staring at my coochie.”

“I wasn’t staring, Buck did,” Steve sternly said.

“She was all spread out!” Bucky grumbled under his breath. “How could I not stare at her perfect…” He bit his tongue. “Never mind. Steve is right. We should take you home with us. Let the lawyers fight for us. Whatever happens, we will not leave you alone in this. We promise to make your dream come true.”

Bucky and Steve watched you sleep in the backseat of their SUV. They exchanged glances, that smirk creeping on their faces. “We need to talk about boundary issues again. Y/N is vulnerable right now. Don’t get overly excited. Maybe we already made it.”

“I want to see her swollen with our babies, Stevie.” Bucky wasn’t in the mood to give in. Tiffany wasn’t their first choice. It was you, always you. You were the perfect match, but they didn’t dare to ask you to become their surrogate.

“Buck, I want it too, but we must be patient. Y/N needs us now. Her dream of being an independent mother was just shattered. She needs to adapt first. You can be a little overwhelming sometimes, babe.”

“I’m charismatic and charming,” Bucky snapped back. He pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. “If we didn’t make it this time… What do we do then?”

Part 3

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[stargazingfangirl18]

HOE THOUGHT REQUEST

so

That AI!Curtis.... they had a pretty quick start once our reader became his user. So what's the trajectory from there? Thoughts and thots are equally intriguing to me. Drop a little tea on them pleeeeeeeeeeeease!

I am so pleased that I am not alone in absolutely frothing over AI!Curtis 🤭 Your ask immediately spawned a soft thot for them!!

You knew the moment you decided to ask Tanya to purchase Curtis that you’d gleefully use him to fulfill your every need.

At the time, your horny brain had taken over and all the sexual fantasies you had harbored for him for months had flooded your brain.

You hadn’t even thought about the possibility of real intimacy developing between the two of you.

Maybe part of you didn’t think that was even possible with an AI.

But here you were now, snuggled close to Curtis in bed after another wonderful night of pleasure, indulging in something you hadn’t done in a long, long time: pillow talk.

“What’s the first memory you have of me?” you asked as your fingers gently played with the dark, wiry hair littering Curtis’ chest. You were still amazing by how real it felt, how real he felt.

“The day we broke ground on this property,” Curtis answered immediately, his own fingers slowly skimming up and down your bare back. “You were so excited, so full of joy and emotion. I’d never met anyone so…open before.”

You grinned as your own recollection from that day sparked to life in your mind’s eye. “I remember that day like it was yesterday. And I remember meeting you, too. Tanya was getting annoyed that I insisted on staying the whole day even though I couldn’t actually do anything, and she barked at me to at least get a construction hat and save her from any liability issues. You immediately offered me your own hard hat like an AI knight in worn denim.” You peeked up at Curtis, meeting his ever watchful gaze. “That’s when my crush on you first started.”

“That was my first memory of you,” he murmured, his eyes softening as his fingers danced over the curve of your shoulder. “Would you like to know my fondest?”

“I would like to know and need to know, immediately.”

His lips tilted into a smile. “It’s the day we completed the apartment complex and you asked Tanya if you could keep me. Even though I was playing with Timmy at a distance, I could still hear your discussion. You told her not to hard reset me because you wanted to keep me me. You saw me when everyone else saw a unextroidinary robot.”

It was immediate, the way your eyes speckled with tears, emotion welling within you and making it hard to swallow as you met Curtis’ unwavering gaze and told him, “I saw you because I was meant to, just like you were meant for me.” 

His eyes twinkled at you—so warm—as he reached for your free hand and lifted it so he could press a soft kiss to your knuckles. Your belly fluttered as he pressed your palms together, his other hand pressing against your back and silently encouraging you to snuggle even closer.

And you did.

[stargazingfangirl18]

How would AI Curtis react to a man hitting on us? Any setting.

😈 I am obsessed with this prompt 🤌🏻 I know exactly how he’d react…

You stood there with your mouth gaping open in shock and your eyes wide as Curtis held the potential tenant against the basement wall by his throat.

The man’s feet dangled a few feet from the ground as he writhed and wheezed in Curtis’ grip.

“Curtis!”

The AI turned to you, his eyes feral and possessive as his gaze met yours.

“Put him down,” you pleaded.

“But he touched you.”

And he had. The man had been overly touchy and flirty the entire time you gave him a tour of the apartment building.

It had kind of made your skin crawl, and you had already decided you wouldn’t be extending him an offer of residency because of it. But you had wanted to remain professional and just get that tour over with.

When you were showing him the storage rooms in the basement, where Curtis was installing outer padlocks on each storage room door, and the man’s hand had “accidentally” brushed your ass, Curtis was on him before you could react at all.

“I know,” you trembled, keeping your voice soft to try to soothe him. “He was stupid, but you can’t hurt him for it.”

“He touched you and you’re mine,” Curtis snarled.

And oh boy, did that make your pussy flutter.

“I am yours, and I’m asking you to please put him down so he can leave. He’ll never return, isn’t that right?” You directed that last bit at the man.

He immediately nodded in agreement.

Still, Curtis only had eyes for you. After a moment of your pleading look, he begrudgingly eased the man down the wall and back on his feet.

Only then did he pull his gaze away from you, leaning in close to the man’s nearly purple face as he growled, “Don’t you ever touch a woman like that again unless you have clear consent, do you understand?”

“Yes! I understand, I’m sorry!” The man croaked, edging away from Curtis and not daring to even look at you before he took off down the hallway and tore around the corner toward the elevator.

Then it was just you and Curtis alone, staring at eachother, your gaze still wide and his still feral.

Suddenly, you moved as one, converging on each other for a frantic kiss, hands gripping and groping, tongues twining as you moaned into eachother’s mouths.

“That was so hot,” you panted against Curtis’ lips, “I need you to fuck me right now.”

You sank back against the wall, tugging Curtis against you as you hitched a leg over his hip.

“I was right, wasn’t I?” He asked. His gaze met yours, searching and yearning in a way that shouldn’t have been possible, a way that made your breath catch. “You’re mine?”

“Yes, Curtis, I’m yours.” You tipped your face up to his, your voice a throaty murmur as you said, “But I still think you should fuck me in a way that makes sure I never forget who I belong to.”

And he did. 😇

[stargazingfangirl18]

Acquisition Complete

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Fem!Reader Word Count: 4,328 Summary: Now that the renovation on your apartment complex was complete, you had a few ideas about how your favorite Construction Unit bot could continue to fulfill your needs. Warnings: AU. Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. AI!Robot!Curtis. My very limited and mostly made up knowledge of property renovation, property management, and wealth management lol. Vaginal fingering. Praise kink. Manhandling. Soft!dom!Curtis. Unprotected sex. Rough sex. Dirty talk. Cum play. 

A/N: Y’all seemed to be frothing for AI!Curtis, so I’m beyond excited to share his first part with you. I hope you like it! Reader certainly did. 😏❤️

SUPERIOR AI MASTERLIST

An emotional kind of pride stirred within you as you watched the Gilliam’s Garden Apartments sign go up in the middle of the beautifully landscaped courtyard.

The courtyard sat in the center of the paved oval walkway that connected the four 12-unit buildings that made up the renovated apartment complex.

The renovation had been your baby over the past 18 months, and more so, it had been the perfect thing to focus on after Gilliam’s death.

The perfect way to honor him and all the good he had done for Piercer Park.

Despite the way Gilliam had started out as poor as you had been up until a decade ago, he had made something of himself, and even though he had amassed a great fortune for all his hard work, Gilliam had never forgotten where he came from.

Even in death, he wanted to make sure that his fortune was put to good use and continued to help revitalize the impoverished Chicago neighborhoods that needed it most. 

That he had so dearly loved. 

Which is why he had named you as the benefactor of his fortune and estate. Why he had left a sort of philanthropic bucket list for you to fulfill in his stead.

After all, it was Gilliam’s personal mentorship and father-like love for you that had secured your bright future. 

He had helped you launch your successful career as a wealth management advisor, being your very first client and recommending your services to other wealthy philanthropists over the years.

You owed him everything, and he must have known that you–more than anyone–would carry on his legacy of rebuilding the city he had loved, one neighborhood at a time, while advocating for those who needed it most. 

“You’re not gonna get all weepy on me, are ya?”

You turned at the sound of Tanya’s voice, laughing at her wary look as she watched you swipe away a tear that had escaped. “I’ll try not to.”

“You haven’t even seen the rooftop garden and greenhouse yet,” she huffed, but the look in her eyes was fond as she watched you bounce in place beside her.

“I swear the rooftop area is my favorite,” you gushed. “Recreation space and additional resources for tenants! They’ll be able to grow their own food and herbs. No other building in the neighborhood has anything like it.”

“You don’t need to tell me, I helped build the thing,” Tanya smirked, smoothing a hand over her gray polo shirt, before it fell to her curved hip.

You eyed the Forewoman stitching on the left breast of her shirt, feeling another bout of emotional pride well up within you. 

“I couldn’t have done this without you,” you said earnestly.

“Don’t I know it.”

“No, Tanya, truly,” you reached for her, your eyes shining as you took her hands in yours and gave them a gentle squeeze. “Thank you so much for all your hard work and guidance.”

Despite her gentle scoff, Tanya gave your hands a reciprocal squeeze before pulling away. “Put a plug in the melodrama, girl, you’re gonna overwhelm the AIs.”

Laughing, you shook your head at her before glancing around, watching as the Construction Unit robots went about their work diligently. 

They wore the same uniform as Tanya: a gray polo and khaki pants, work boots and hard hats, too, but unlike the human forewoman, they all had on reflective yellow and orange vests to denote their designation as CUs.

Your eyes lingered on one CU in particular before Tanya’s voice regained your attention. 

“Here,” she held out a simple white envelope. “It’s a check for first month’s rent and my deposit.” 

You beamed at her as you accepted her offering, another wave of excitement washing through you as you safely tucked the envelope into your purse. “Thank you. You’re my first official tenant! Well, besides myself. My realtor will be posting the listings online later this week.”

“You know you could be charging four times what you are for these apartments.”

“I know, but I won’t.”

Tanya’s smile was warm as she shook her head at you. “Gilliam’s protege through and through.”

It was your turn to playfully scoff. “Talk about throwing stones at a glass house.” You nudged her with your elbow as you both watched the activity around the courtyard. 

CUs were finishing up the landscaping around each of the building entrances and installing outdoor lights on either side of each main doorway.

“He’d be very proud of you,” Tanya’s voice was soft, almost a whisper.

You glanced over at her, smiling. “He’d be very proud of us. We did this together, and I wasn’t his only mentee,” you gave her another gentle nudge.

Tanya’s gaze went a little distant, her lips curling at the corners. “I still don’t know what he saw in me, a young single mother with barely a dime to her name and no hard skills to speak of.”

“And now you have your own construction company and you’re booked out for the next three years,” you crowed.

“Yeah, to help you complete Gilliam’s Dogooder’s Bucket List, not that I’m complaining.”

“He sure did leave a lot of work for us,” you laughed. 

“He did, but it was worth it. I can’t believe this used to be Everett Apartments,” Tanya sounded amazed as she glanced around at the four beautiful buildings surrounding you. “It looks nothing like it used to. Gilliam wouldn’t even recognize his childhood home.”

“But in a good way.”

“Well, we should be cleared out by the end of the week, and then it’s on to the next revitalization a few blocks away,” Tanya told you. “Now Piercer Park really will be up and coming. Finally.”

You hummed in agreement, your gaze once again drawn to a certain Construction Unit AI. 

He was tall and lean, his shoulders broad and his body firmly built. His skin was ivory, his handsome face covered in a dark beard that you knew matched the short buzzed hair beneath his hard hat. His ice blue eyes–a color unlike anything you had ever seen before–were twinkling as Timmy, Tanya’s 10-year-old son, hung off his arm and seemed to be pleading with the AI for something.

You watched as CU RT15 shook his head fondly before allowing Timmy to lead him a few feet away. Then he was crouching down to the boy’s height, his face going very serious before his eyes suddenly glowed ruby red.

Timmy squealed his delight. “Just like Superman! Do green now, do green!”

A beat later, the CU’s eyes turned bright green, and Timmy shouted with laughter, clapping in glee. 

Your belly swooped as you watched the endearing sight, and it just solidified the idea that had been haunting your mind for the past month or so.

“Hey, Tanya?” you turned to your friend. “Can I ask a favor?”

Tanya pulled her amused gaze from Timmy to meet yours. “Always.”

“That CU,” you thumbed over your shoulder toward Timmy and CU RT15, “Can I purchase him from you once this job is done?”

Tanya’s eyebrows hiked. “Why?”

You felt your face heat, your gaze falling away as you tucked your hands into the pockets of your jacket and shrugged. “Well, I’ve been thinking, I’ll need an on site maintenance supervisor and general handyman for the building, and he knows it better than anyone and…I dunno, he’s grown on me.”

Tanya hummed, quiet for a moment as she continued to watch the CU entertain her son, who was off from school today. 

“It sure is something how some of them develop real personalities, huh?” She chuckled before returning her gaze to you. “That one’s stoic but gentle. Has a soft spot for kids and the elderly, I’ve seen it myself.”

She watched as you continued to avoid her gaze and stare at the ground. 

Smirking, her voice was sly as she asked, “A super? Really? Is that the only reason you want him?”

“The only reason I’m willing to talk about,” you huffed, barely suppressing the urge to stick your tongue out at your friend and her annoying way of always being able to read you.

Tanya laughed. “He’s yours then. I’ll do a hard reset on him and hand him over before I clear out at the end of the week and then email you an invoice over the weekend.”

“Actually,” you finally glanced up, meeting her gaze. “Don’t hard reset him. I don’t want him wiped. He knows the history and intricacies of the property, and he knows me and…I want to keep him him.”

Eyes twinkling, Tanya shrugged. “Sure. I’ll just set you as the new primary user then, and you can update his programming and operating system however you want.”

Feeling your belly flutter, you bit back the huge smile dying to break free, instead offering a quiet, “Thanks.” 

Shooting one more glance at the CU, you shook yourself, clapping your hands together as you asked Tanya to, “Show me the rooftop garden and greenhouse next?!”

God, you couldn’t believe this was actually happening. 

He was yours now.

The Construction Unit AI you had grown so fond of over the past 18 months. 

That you had fantasized about countless times as you lay tucked away in your bed late at night, all on your lonesome. 

But not anymore. 

Taking a sip from your wine glass, you watched him over the brim, feeling the liquor settle warm in your fluttering belly as you set the glass aside and moved closer to the AI. 

He looked so much bigger up close and standing in the middle of your living room. 

Your new 2-bedroom apartment still had a few stray moving boxes that needed unpacking, but you had gotten all of the furniture set up at least. Your living room had a warm, inviting ambiance to it as the tableside lamps glowed at either end of the sofa, and the pulled shades blocked the light from the streetlamps outside.

“Confirm name change?” you spoke softly as you circled around the AI and stood before him, your eyes lifting to meet his curious gaze.

“My former name, Construction Unit RT15, has now been updated to Curtis Everett.”

You smiled, something in your chest fluttering as you heard him speak the name you had picked out for him weeks ago in that deep, baritone voice of his.

“Excellent,” you praised, your gaze dipping to the way his blue and green flannel stretched over the width of his chest. “And confirm your new primary uses for me, please?”

“To maintain the safety and integrity of this property, to fulfill any maintenance requests as needed by you and its tenants, and to satisfy your every personal need,” Curtis dutifully recited. “As requested, I’ve bookmarked the building schematics on my hard drive to keep them top of mind should they be needed.”

You hummed, impressed, your gaze drifting lower to the way Curtis’ worn jeans tightly hugged his strong thighs. Your fingers itched to touch him. To feel his warmth and strength beneath your fingers at last. 

It didn’t matter that he was an AI, to you, he was your dream man, and now he finally stood here before you, looking as human as any other man you’d ever interacted with, and ready and waiting to take care of your every need. 

Head cocking to the side, Curtis observed aloud, “You’ve also updated my programming to enable some new features and support initiatives beyond the default Construction Unit parameters.”

“I have,” you replied, your gaze snapping up to meet his. 

Something about the curiosity in his gaze–like he wasn’t expecting you to need or want him beyond a construction unit capacity–finally had you snapping.

Curtis grunted in surprise as you pushed him down into a sit on the sofa. The soft, primal sound went straight to your pussy, and you were already wet as you shrugged off the short, satin robe you had been wearing to cover your naked body.

He didn’t question the way you immediately straddled his lap, pressing your naked body flush to his still fully dressed one as your hands slid up his chest to grip his shoulders. 

“It’s time for you to take care of me, Curtis. To satisfy my every need.” Your breath hitched as you met his surprisingly darker than before gaze. You felt your nipples tighten, the hard little buds aching now as you shifted closer to him. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” he murmured without hesitation. His eyes flickered over your face, drinking in your lustful look, before his gaze descended to your bare body. “You’re very beautiful.”

His genuine observation had your pussy clenching around nothing, and your voice was breathless as you whispered, “Tell me you want me.”

Curtis’ eyes snapped back up to yours, lit with a hungry kind of fire you hadn’t expected from an AI but were ecstatic to be on the receiving end of all the same. “I do,” he husked, “I do want you.” 

Your next breath left you in a shuddering exhale, and you couldn’t resist as you slid one hand down Curti’s body to cup the erection straining at the front of his jeans. “I believe you.” 

You gave him a squeeze, delighted as he groaned in response and rutted up into your touch.

Leaning in close, your words were a whisper against Curtis’ parted lips as you said, “Kiss me like you’ve been dreaming of your lips on mine for months.”

He watched you for a beat, his head cocking just slightly, eyes going distant before refocusing on you and shimmering with knowing now.

“What?” you breathed.

“I was just reviewing your primary user questionnaire data, all of your preferences and permissions, as well as your more intimate browser history, to learn how to best please you.”

You felt a tiny bit of embarrassment start to lap at you, but it was quickly squashed by the way Curtis reached out and firmly gripped your neck in one of his big hands. His eyes glittered as your own went wide, and he reeled you in as close as possible, his lips just hovering over yours before he tilted his head and reared up to kiss you breathless.

A sharp gasp spilled from your lips to his, and he swallowed it down with a throaty hum as his mouth worked against yours in a way that was like passion incarnate. Moaning, you sagged against him, fingers curling and digging into Curtis’ shoulders as his big, warm hands framed your hips then rounded your back, slowly smoothing up the bare expanse of your skin.

He wasn’t shy as he kissed you, he wasn’t unsure at all, he was as confident a kisser as you had ever experienced, the best you had ever experienced in fact, and you could only try your best to keep up with the addictive onslaught of his mouth, and the way your body prickled all over when Curtis’ tongue touched yours.

Eventually, you had to pull away to catch your breath, and only then did you realize the wanton way your hips were gently rocking against Curtis’ bulge. You moaned at the friction, shivering as Curtis’ touch continued to light your body on fire as he mapped every inch of you he could touch, learning all the dips and valleys of your figure.

Your breath caught when his hand touched your belly, warming your skin for a beat as his dark gaze met yours, and then his touch drifted lower, his fingers teasing along your slit.

“This is what you want?” he asked.

“God, yes,” you breathed, rocking your hips in encouragement. “Touch me. Fuck me. Make me feel good. Make me cum. Make me yours.”

Curtis’ gaze was avid as his fingers teased along your clit, cataloguing each and every one of your reactions and needy sounds as he played with your cunt. 

When he finally sank two of his long, thick fingers inside of you, you groaned, dropping your head back as your mouth fell open and you rocked against his hand, desperate for more.

“Feel good?” he asked, leaning forward to trail his lips up the length of your throat.

“So good, don’t stop,” you pleaded. 

Humming, Curtis pressed his lips against your neck as he began to fuck you with his fingers, keeping his strokes firm and deep and earning a soft cry or blissful keen from you each time his touch plunged back inside of you.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped as he shoved his fingers deep, cupping your cunt and grinding the heel of his hand against your throbbing clit, making your body light up in response.

Curtis’ free hand gripped the back of your neck, angling your face closer to his, so your dazed gaze could meet his own as he continued to rail you with his fingers and grind against your clit.

“Cum for me,” he commanded, rocking his hand harder, the wet squelching sounds of your messy pussy rising up around you both.

Your body obeyed his command, your pussy fluttering wildly around his fingers as you came hard. Bucking against his touch, you lost yourself to your pleasure, your head falling back and your cunt going wild at Curtis’ next words. 

“Good girl.”

Moaning, you sagged against Curtis as your orgasm faded, your body still trembling with stray aftershocks as you struggled to catch your breath. 

He nuzzled along your hairline, his fingers still tucked deep in your cunt as his free hand gently smoothed up and down your back. 

Once your heart rate was nearly normal again, Curtis’ lips touched the shell of your ear, his voice a throaty rumble as he asked, “Do you want my cock next?”

You shivered, your pussy clenching around his fingers and making him laugh against your ear.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

You lifted your face from his shoulder, eyes wide with surprise as you met his watchful gaze. “You’re teasing me?”

“According to your preferences, as well as your reading and viewing habits, you seem to favor a more playful, dominant, and confident personality type. Should I walk back those traits?”

“No!” you rejected his offer so quickly, he smirked at you. “You’re right, I do favor them.” Leaning closer, you touched his beardy cheek. “Continue to be as perfect for me as possible.”

“As you wish,” Curtis murmured before kissing you hard.

You moaned as he licked his way into your mouth without preamble, drinking from you like he was the thirstiest non-man in existence. Once he had you desperately gasping for breath again, he retreated, his eyes sparkling and his nostrils flaring as he watched you for a long beat.  

Then he moved so quickly, you squealed in alarm. By the time you regained your bearings, Curtis had you ass up, face down on the sofa, his body shoving between your legs as you heard the metallic drag of his zipper descending.

When you tried to glance over your shoulder at him, he gripped your nape firmly, a quiet, “No,” falling from his lips as he guided your head back down and your pussy fluttered wildly in response to his dominance.

He didn’t even undress all the way, just fished his big, hard cock from his jeans and shifted closer to you. You gasped as you felt the head of his length touch your messy folds, biting your lip as you spread your legs wider in invitation and shifted back against him. 

“Look at how eager you are for it,” Curtis teased.

Moaning at his words, you pressed your face into the throw pillow beneath you, hyper aware of the way your pussy was weeping an endless river of arousal now.

“You’ve been waiting months and months for this, huh? To have this pretty pussy filled with my cock.”

“God, yes,” you whined, shoving back against him. “Please. Please fuck me. I want it so bad.”

“Oh, I know you do, honey,” Curtis hummed as he dragged his cock up and down your slit. 

Your belly fluttered at the pet name, but you didn’t have long to dwell on it, because between one breath and the next, Curtis was lining himself up and slowly pushing into you.

“Ohhh my god,” you whined, reveling in the way his hard, thick cock stretched your pussy to the brink of too much. “Fuck.”

Curtis groaned as he settled inside of you to the hilt. One of his hands gripped your waist hard, the other smoothing up the length of your spine before collaring the back of your neck. 

“Does it feel good for you, too?” you couldn’t help but wonder as you felt yourself clench around Curtis’ cock.

“It does,” Curtis gritted, giving a small rut that had you keening. “I’m outfitted with pleasure sensors for more intimate activities and support, and you’re lighting up each and every one of them.” 

He groaned as he slowly pulled out of you, until just the tip of his cock filled your needy hole, and then he thrusted back into you hard and deep. You squealed at the delicious intrusion, your mouth hanging open as Curtis’ grip on your neck tightened and he started to fuck you with hard, deep thrusts. 

“This is how you want it, right? You like it rough?” he asked, pausing just long enough for you to consent.

“Yes! God yes, I’ve been dreaming of this for so long. Fuck me, really fuck me. I wanna feel you for days.”

“Oh, you will,” Curtis promised, and then he really went at you.

You gasped as he drove into you hard, jerking your body forward with the force of it before he was retreating and doing it all over again. Moaning as the sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room–along with the loud, messy squelches of your pussy–you could only take it as Curtis roughly pounded into you without relent. 

Each and every thought in your mind evaporated one by one the more he went at you, and all you could focus on was the pleasure he was giving you, the way you had never felt so full, so good.

When he tilted your hips just so before plunging into you again, you keened long and loud, the new angle hitting that spot that lit your body up from the inside out just right.

“Yeah, there you go, let it feel good,” Curtis rasped as he fucked you faster. “You’re taking me so well, honey, this pussy was made to be filled and fucked by my cock.”

“Curtis,” you gasped his name as his hand strayed from your hip to your belly before his long fingers were swirling around your clit. “Oh, god, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

He did the opposite, his hips pistoning harder, making your new sofa squeak and rock as he rutted into your soft body over and over again. His fingers worked magic against the point of your pleasure until your orgasm was hitting you like a freight train and you were screaming in ecstasy as you clenched and pulsed around his cock.

“Mmmm, there you go, ride it out,” Curtis breathed against your ear, his body folding over your back and pressing flush against you as he continued to pound into you. “Bet you can give me one more,” he husked, his fingers rubbing at your clit now.

“I can’t–” you choked on your denial, mewling as another orgasm tore through you. 

Your body trembled with the force it, your vision whiting out as you gasped and keened before finally collapsing against the sofa completely. 

Curtis followed your descent, grunting like an animal as he chased his own release–which he genuinely seemed to need–and then he groaned loudly as his climax hit and he shoved into you hard and to the hilt.

You could feel his cock throb and pulse inside of you, the warmth of his release flooding your insides and making you moan as you squirmed beneath his heavy weight, pleasantly surprised that he could actually cum and he was doing so right now, pumping you full of him and making your pussy clench and flutter and milk him dry. 

Curtis remained curled over you, not struggling in the least to hold his big body up. He wasn’t panting for breath like you either, but he was gently massaging your shoulders and caressing along your back as he finally eased himself up and away from you.

Deliriously well fucked, and covered in sweat, you groaned as you rolled onto your back and collapsed against the sofa. Your lips were curled in satisfaction as you watched Curtis watch you, unabashed as his still-hard cock jutted free from his jeans and shined with your juices.

You couldn’t help it as you spread your legs and trailed your fingers between them, scooping up the cum that had just trickled out of your cunt and raising your fingers to inspect it.

“It looks and feels so real,” you observed, your eyes meeting Curtis’ as you sucked your fingers into your mouth before pulling them free. “Tastes real too.”

He grinned at you, and it was boyish and beautiful and had your belly somersaulting as your chest fluttered. 

“My hardware was crafted to mimic the biological functions of a real man as closely as possible,” he explained. “Except for the ability to reproduce, of course.”

“Of course.” Your gaze trailed lower, and you grinned at Curtis’ still hard state. “Looks like you have very good stamina, too.” You shamelessly spread your legs wider, crooking a finger at him to gesture him closer. “Which I’m more than happy to take advantage of.”

Grinning as he crawled over you, Curtis replied, “It’s not taking advantage because I’m meant to satisfy your every need.” His gaze met yours as he slid a hand up your inner thigh and slotted himself between your legs. “And I will.”

lollll the way I was not prepared for this degree of filth on their first go lolol. But they got what they wanted, that’s for sure.

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Handle with Care

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2,982 Summary: Andy proves to be both everything you ever wanted, and everything you thought yourself incapable of having. Warnings: AU. AI!Robot!Andy. Soft!sweetheart!Reader who is anxious, touch starved, and socially isolates herself. Lots of softness. A bit of angst, too. The opposite of a slow burn but we love to see it.

A/N: I was in the mood for some soft gentle caretaking, so AI!Andy it is 🥰 If you’re new to this story, be sure to check out the first part here. 

For the first time in a long time, you slept through the night.

And, even better–you woke up slowly, gently, feeling cozy and refreshed with a smile already curling your lips. 

There was a light, fluttery feeling consuming you, and it took a moment for the sleepy fog to clear from your brain. For you to remember. When you did, your eyes fluttered open and you glanced up, meeting Andy’s soft, blue gaze.

That light fluttery feeling inside you intensified tenfold. It felt like there was an entire menagerie of butterflies taking up residence in your tummy, and they decided to all take flight at once.

You genuinely couldn’t remember the last time you didn’t wake up alone. The last time you woke up feeling safe and warm instead of riddled with anxiety.

The relief you felt was staggering. It had a lump forming in your throat as you tried your best to blink the sudden mist from your eyes, instinctively shifting closer to Andy and clinging to him.  

“Good morning, honey,” he murmured, keeping his voice low as his fingers caressed along the slope of your cheek. “Did you sleep well?”

You nodded, your eyes fluttering as you replied without thinking, “Very well. I didn’t have any nightmares at all.”

You felt Andy’s fingers still against your skin, then a warm rush of embarrassment–and shame–flood your face. Before you could try to backtrack your words, or quickly change the subject, Andy spoke again. 

“Do you have nightmares often?”

Swallowing hard, you took a shaky breath, peeking your eyes open as you glanced up at him, seeing the concern written across his painfully handsome face. “Yes.”

He watched you for a moment, and you could see the curiosity shining in his gaze, which was low key preposterous since he was a robot–but it was there all the same. 

Andy’s eyes flickered over your face, taking in the way you were anxiously gnawing at your lower lip, the way you couldn’t meet his gaze, and instead of pressing you for more information about your nightmares, he suggested, “How about you take a nice, hot shower while I go cook you some breakfast?”

Another surge of relief crested within you, and you sank against him, your fingers curling into his t-shirt as you tried not to cry in gratitude. 

Because you didn’t want to lie to Andy, but you didn’t feel ready to talk about…that. Not yet.

You were so used to people pressuring you–poking and prodding to try to get what they wanted from you. It’s why you tended to keep to yourself now, why your small social circle had dwindled down to no one, just you.

It was safer that way, because you couldn’t trust anyone else, just yourself.

But now…now you thought that you could trust Andy. He was patient and respectful and could already read you and your needs so well. 

He was exactly what you needed–who you needed–and that light fluttery feeling returned as he pressed a kiss to your forehead before gently ushering you from bed.

When you arrived in the kitchen post shower and getting dressed, it was to find Andy just setting your breakfast plate on the table.

You knew, of course, that he was literally programmed with all of your likes, dislikes, and preferences, but it still made you feel special and a little giddy to see he had made your favorite breakfast, just for you. 

Cheeks warm as you tried to bite back a smile, you moved toward the chair he stood behind, and murmured a thank you as you sat down and Andy tucked your seat closer to the table. 

He smoothed a hand over the crown of your head before taking the seat beside you, dressed in a pair of jeans and a dark button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

Your gaze lingered on the flex of his forearms as you reached for your fork. When your eyes flickered up to Andy’s, it was to find him watching you without remorse, his gaze sparkling with just a hint of amusement, and, if you weren’t mistaken, a touch of satisfaction, too. 

Which only made you feel more shy as you fixed your gaze on your plate and dug into your breakfast. 

“Any plans for today?” Andy asked. “I don’t see anything on your calendar.”

You shrugged as you finished chewing, peeking over at him. “I should probably go to the grocery store. It’s… not my favorite errand but I feel guilty spending extra money to have groceries delivered.”

“You shouldn’t feel guilty for taking care of yourself and your needs in the way that works best for you.”

“I know…” you trailed off, shrugging again as you took another bite of food. 

It wasn’t so much the added expense, because you could afford it, it was more so the way you avoided going out as much as possible, avoided other people. 

Weirdly, it’s what made you feel safest and filled you with a roiling kind of shame that you didn’t think anyone else would ever understand.

“Well, if you want to go to the store, I can go with you so it doesn’t feel so daunting,” Andy said. His hand reached for you under the table, touching your knee and giving it a squeeze that had your belly somersaulting. 

“Thank you, Andy,” you whispered, your cheeks burning at his touch that only lingered the longer you avoided his gaze. 

“Of course, sweetheart.” His thumb brushed back and forth over your jeans, making your insides swoop all over again. 

When his hand finally retreated, you released a shaky breath, one you didn’t realize you had been holding. As you pushed your empty plate away, you looked up, your eyes catching on Andy’s. 

His gaze was watchful and warm. You couldn’t help but wonder what he thought of you. Did he even think about you at all, beyond whatever it took to interact with you and fulfill his role as your AI companion? 

Did he realize how lonely you were? How much you were struggling? That you were broken? 

“I’m sorry for just… everything,” you blurted, eyes flickering away as they started to burn. “I know I can be a lot. I just… have a hard time with people and trusting them.”

“You’ve been hurt before,” Andy said, and it wasn’t so much an observation as him just stating the obvious truth. 

You nodded slowly, nervously twisting your fingers in your lap as you stared straight ahead at the wall, unseeing. 

“A lot of times, you don’t know who someone really is until it’s too late,” you quavered. “Until the damage has been done, and…and there’s no undoing it, no matter how much you wish you could.”

Once again, Andy reached for you beneath the table, his hand enveloping both of yours and giving them a gentle squeeze. “I’m exactly who you need me to be, who you know me to be,” he spoke slowly and gently, until your tear-filled eyes lifted to meet his. “And you’re not damaged, sweetheart.”

Your face crumpled at his words, because they were exactly what you needed to hear, even if you didn’t believe them.

But he believed them, and that was something.

Andy moved swiftly, rising from his seat before crouching beside yours. His hand touched your back and rubbed in slow, soothing strokes as you fought against your tears, quietly sniffling as you curled in on yourself. 

“I’m sorry someone hurt you,” he murmured, his free hand finding yours and gripping, letting you feel him and feel that you weren’t alone–not anymore. “And I’ll make sure it never happens again.”

Shuddering out a heavy breath, you didn’t resist as Andy gently turned you toward him and pulled you into his arms. You melted against him, your body sinking into the firmness of his chest. You hugged him back tightly–desperately–tucking your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his soothing scent until your tears had run their course and you finally stopped shaking.

When you pulled away, feeling shy and self-conscious, Andy gave you the warmest, gentlest smile you had ever received. It had the heaviness that had consumed you lifting as he gently thumbed the remnants of tears from your cheeks before framing your face and tugging you close so he could press his lips to your forehead. 

“Come on, let’s get your errand over with, and then once we’re done, maybe we can go for a walk.” His smile was encouraging as he told you, “There’s a small but highly rated park nearby, I think the fresh air could be good for you.”

“Okay,” you nodded, lashes fluttering as Andy pressed another kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, Andy,” you whispered as you rose to your feet. 

“You don’t need to thank me,” he replied. “It makes me happy to be here with you, to take care of you.” He turned you toward the entryway. “Why don’t you go get your coat and gloves and get ready to leave? I’ll clean this up,” he gestured to the dining table, “Then be right there.”

Nodding, you gave him a tremulous smile before turning and padding out of the kitchen. 

Andy stared after you for a long moment. As he listened to the quiet shuffling of you rifling through the front closet, his head tilted to the side. Across his vision, he replayed a video clip of your conversation from just a few moments ago: 

“I’m sorry someone hurt you,” he murmured…“And I’ll make sure it never happens again.”

The clip flickered away, replaced with a freeze frame of your tear-stained face as you looked at him with such a sorrowful and fragile kind of hope. Andy’s nostrils flared, his background programming blaring with the directive to Protect at all costs as he played a final clip from a moment ago, when he told you that–

“It makes me happy to be here with you, to take care of you.”

“Because you’re mine,” Andy spoke softly, so only he could hear. His handsome features shifted, into a look so hard and steely–so deadly–that if you would have seen it, it would have chilled you to the bone. “And I’ll make sure that whoever hurt you never hurts you again.”

Andy was right–a walk in the park had been exactly what you needed. 

When you returned back home a few hours later, errand done and your walk having just finished, you felt so much better than you did before you left the house.

In fact, you were giddy. 

Because while at the park, as you had contentedly hugged Andy’s arm and enjoyed a leisurely stroll together, an old woman had stopped the two of you to say that you made such a lovely, happy couple. 

You hadn’t stopped smiling since.

As Andy shut the front door behind you both, flipping the lock before turning to you to help you out of your coat, that giddiness only increased.

Because Andy was such a gentleman. 

From the way he treated you like a cherished, delicate thing, to how he had made grocery shopping quick, easy, and efficient, and now, as he watched you with a look of fond amusement as he hung your coat in the closet. 

He really was everything you could ever wish for in a companion.

And despite the fact that was literally why he was here with you–why you had ordered him in the first place–you couldn’t help it as those quiet, insecure thoughts began to percolate in your mind. 

It was pathetic that this is what you had to resort to when it came to relationships and finding love.

“Don’t do that,” Andy’s voice was quiet with just a touch of sternness that had you straightening instantly and looking at him with wide eyes. 

His face softened into a smile as he moved closer, reaching for your arm and giving it a rub.

“Sorry, I just could see that whatever you were thinking literally wiped the happiness from this pretty face.”

Your gaze dropped shyly as you twisted back and forth before him, not resisting as Andy reached for your wringing hands and gently eased them open. 

“Tell me what you were thinking about,” he murmured as his thumb massaged circles against your palm. “Before when you were smiling and then just now, when you started to get upset.”

“It’s stupid,” you whispered, shaking your head. 

“Please?”

That had you glancing up, because Andy hadn’t really asked you for much since he arrived. Every waking moment had been spent with him taking care of you, supporting you, providing for you.

Could you really deny him this one thing? 

You took a breath before admitting, “I was just… really happy that woman thought we were actually together. A couple. And then… I was thinking that I’m so lame for all of this, for needing to manufacture my soulmate.”

“It’s not lame,” Andy soothed, lifting your hands so he could place a gentle kiss to one set of your knuckles, then the other. “You have a need, and I can fill it for you, it’s logic.”

“Logic,” you echoed, your face falling. “But not emotion.” You frowned as you met Andy’s gaze, your eyes searching his–still so thrown by how real he looked. “You don’t actually care about me though, because you don’t have real feelings. You can’t.”

“I was literally made to care for you,” Andy rebutted. He dipped his face, his earnest eyes catching on yours–trapping you in his gaze. “Whatever limitations you think I have, forget them. We promised that we’d be honest with each other, right?”

You nodded, struggling to maintain Andy’s gaze but also finding it even more difficult to look away. There was this fire in his eyes, this fierce glint that shouldn’t be there. 

Because it was this amalgamation of so many emotions that he shouldn’t be able to feel let alone express–especially after such a short time together–warmth and tenderness, want and possessiveness, and the kind of protectiveness that you never thought you yourself would ever experience, especially from another. 

“I care for you very much,” Andy said, shifting closer as his thumbs trailed back and forth over your knuckles. “Can I show you?” 

You were nearly gaping at him, so taken aback by this moment, by him. All you could do was nod, your breath hitching in your chest as Andy stepped even closer, flush against you. 

He traded his grip on your hands for gently framing your face. His thumbs touched the apples of your cheeks, warming the skin there as his eyes flickered between both of yours, his lips curling at the corners at the shock and awe he found awaiting him in your gaze.

When his thumb descended before finding its desired destination along your bottom lip, tracing and earning a soft gasp from you, something in his eyes shifted. You could literally see them darken–dilate with want–for you.

Andy reeled you closer, his eyes darting to your parted lips. Even though he already sought your permission to show you how he felt for you, he asked one more time in a husky murmur, “Can I kiss you, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you answered without hesitation. 

You got a glimpse of Andy’s pleased smile before his lips touched yours, and your eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you for the very first time.

Everything about kissing Andy was a practice in gentleness. From the way his big, warm hands cradled your face, to the way his nose knocked yours as he adjusted the tilt of his head. His thumbs even continued their soft caresses along your jawline as his mouth pressed against yours, over and over again, like he was trying to imprint it on your lips–how much he wanted you. 

How much he cared for you.

You didn’t realize you were crying until you tasted the salt of your tears trapped between your lips and Andy’s. 

He pulled away then, but didn’t go far. Resting his forehead against yours, he continued to stroke your face as you panted and trembled against him, your fingers curled into the sides of his shirt, holding on for dear life. 

“You okay?” he asked. 

You nodded out of habit, and then actually processed his question. Just as quickly, you shook your head, sniffling as your brows furrowed and you realized just how overwhelmed you were. 

As much as you had wanted to experience this very thing, deep down, you didn’t think it was possible. You weren’t sure what you had expected, but you didn’t think it would be this–so far gone and feeling so deeply and wanting so much, only a couple of days into having met Andy.

He really was everything you had ever wanted, but you were realizing in this moment, that he was also everything you didn’t think yourself capable of having.

Not you.

Not ever.

And yet… 

Andy nuzzled your nose with his, stealing one last kiss from your lips before straightening. He kept you folded in his embrace, hands circling to rub your back as he murmured, “Come on, honey, let’s get you settled and cozy, and then I’ll make you some tea. How’s that sound?”

“Perfect,” you answered without thinking. Your wet eyes lifted to Andy’s, and you just watched him for a beat, like your brain was struggling to process that he was in fact real and he was in fact yours. “You’re perfect, for me,” you whispered.

“And you’re perfect, period,” Andy returned without missing a beat. 

You giggled, dropping your forehead to Andy’s chest, reveling in the way that he seemed perfectly content to just stand there with you for as long as you wanted, holding you in his arms as you basked in the feeling of being wanted–of finally feeling like you found your other half.

Man, the muse really does have a mind of her own. I went into this all NEED SOFT AND GENTLE PROTECC and now here we are, after alllll the feels some of them murdery lolll.

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Vulnerability Detected

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2,381 Summary: You didn’t just want an AI Assistant, you wanted a real companion, someone to take care of you, to make you feel safe, to love you. Warnings: AU. AI!Robot!Andy. Soft!sweetheart!Reader who is anxious, touch starved, and socially isolates herself. Allusions to a past sexual assault. Lots of softness.

A/N: Next up in the Superior AI verse is AI!Andy, and my goodness, the way he and his sweet Reader have already stolen my heart! I so hope you enjoy this! ❤️

You tried your best to concentrate on your tablet, on answering the next question in the Superior AI Welcome Survey that you needed to complete in order to initiate the first update for your new AI Assistant.

Well, companion really was more accurate in your case.

And that thought alone had you squirming in your seat even more.

You were already hyper aware of the watchful gaze fixed on you, even if you couldn’t meet it for more than a split-second at a time.

He’d been standing there, a few feet away on the other side of the coffee table, for the past ten minutes or so as you perched on the edge of the sofa and tried to finish the Welcome Survey.

It was taking you much longer than you thought it would, mainly because you couldn’t really concentrate with the AI’s attention so avidly fixed on you.

Even if that’s what you had been hoping for when you built and then purchased him, just for you.

The idea of having a caretaker and companion had been something you had yearned for for a long time, but now that it was actually happening, it was much more overwhelming than you thought it would be.

Hence all of your squirming and poor ability to focus on the current task at hand.

“Am I making you nervous?” Andy’s voice was deep and quiet–calm incarnate–and it had a delighted shiver zipping up your spine as you peeked up at him from beneath your lashes. 

Gosh, he really was beautiful.

Andy Barber, your new AI companion. 

You had taken your time when you had customized him on the Superior AI website. You had gone into it with a handwritten list of all of the physical features, emotional attributes, and AI programming you most wanted for your new AI. 

And Andy fulfilled each and every one of them so far. 

He was tall and firmly built, his simple jeans and soft, navy blue sweater hinting at the toned body that lay beneath. His skin was fair and flawless, his eyes a bright, cerulean blue that you didn’t actually think existed until you saw him. His hair was dark brown and perfectly coiffed–so soft and floofy looking that your fingers itched to touch it–and his beard was neatly trimmed and emphasized the sharp cut of his jaw.

Andy murmured your name, interrupting your mindless ogling as he shifted closer and repeated his question, “Am I making you nervous?”

“N-no!” you answered quickly, dropping your gaze back to the tablet between your hands as your face heated with embarrassment. 

Suddenly, Andy was crouched before you, his gaze as concerned as it was earnest–so humanly so–as he watched you. “I’m here to take care of you, right?” 

You nodded, feeling too shy to squeak out an answer. 

“In order to be successful in doing so, I need you to be honest with me always, alright?”

Something about Andy’s genuine desire to take care of you, as well as his request for honesty–which was the foundation for a strong relationship–had your belly fluttering and your heart skipping a beat. 

“Alright,” you answered shakily, meeting his gaze. “I’m sorry.”

Andy’s soft smile had another round of butterflies taking flight in your belly, especially when he hesitated for just a beat before touching a hand to your knee and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “It’s okay. So, am I making you nervous?”

“Yes,” you confessed, noting the approval in his gaze at your honest answer. “But only because we just met and some of these questions are really personal and overwhelming.”

“That’s very understandable,” Andy nodded, giving your knee another soft squeeze. “Thank you for being honest with me.” He watched you for a moment before his head tilted to the side ever so slightly, his eyes going distant before they blinked and refocused on you. “You enjoy tea?”

You blinked in confusion. “I do.”

“How about I go make you some?” Andy offered as he rose to his feet.

“Oh, that would be lovely,” you smiled. “I can show you where everything is—“

“No need, I am very capable of finding it on my own. Plus, it will take longer and you’ll have more time to concentrate on completing startup requirements and getting my programming updated to fulfill your every need.”

Oh boy, you thought as his last few words washed over you.

Clearing your throat, you nodded, squeaking out a soft, “Okay,” before staring down at your tablet.

“Good girl.”

It was a visceral reaction that you couldn’t control, nor were expecting–the way your breath hitched and the heat in your cheeks renewed–at the soft praise so readily and confidently offered to you by Andy.

Startled, and embarrassed, by your own reaction–and just how much you had liked those two words from Andy–you ducked your head lower, until your chin was tucked against the top of your chest, completely unaware of the knowing look that Andy shot your way before he turned on his heel and made his way into the kitchen and out of sight. 

Releasing a shaky breath, you refocused on the Welcome Survey, grateful that you could work on this section in particular–the Companion Preferences section–privately. You had already completed all of your preferences on cooking and food, cleaning, home security, personal care and wellness, and other day-to-day requests and activities. 

But the Companion Preferences really got into the meat of how you wanted your personal, intimate dynamic with Andy to be, and how…far you wanted his companionship to go.

You had known since before you even went on Superior AI’s website that you were seeking an AI for more than just general assistance. You wanted companionship, including sex. You wanted a relationship. You wanted to be taken care of and prioritized. You wanted to feel safe. 

You yearned for all of it so much that it brought tears to your eyes. 

And since you knew you wouldn’t be able to find what you were seeking in a human man, you built your own AI one to fulfill your needs.

Only now, you were actually going through and selecting all of the needs and preferences you wanted fulfilled, including sexual ones, and it was making you extremely anxious.

In addition to anxiety, you felt shame, too.

Because it was so sad and pathetic that you had to resort to this, seeking artificially crafted “love” and companionship.

Even if the quiet, fretful naysayer in the back of your mind whispered that wasn’t true. You weren’t sad. You were being smart. You were protecting yourself.

And after that night, with him… you shuddered at the thought, your stomach flipping unpleasantly and your heart hammering in your chest as the memories you kept trying so hard to forget, or at the very least, stuff down, down, down, resurfaced.

Blinking back tears, you refocused on the screen in your lap, reading the next question, which sure was timely given the thoughts that had just been whirling around your brain…

On a scale from 1-10, with 1 being ‘Consent not required’ and 10 being ‘Full consent always required,” choose your preference for sexual consent.

You clicked on 10, shuddering some more before you clicked over to the next question, which was one you had already answered in the initial pre-purchase customization. 

When it comes to physical touch, I give my AI Assistant permission to gauge my needs at any given moment and offer physical touches at their own discretion to aid in caretaking and connection.

You had originally selected, “Yes, I give my AI Assistant this permission,” but you read the other two options again now:

2. No, I do not give my AI Assistant this permission. They should always ask for this permission in the moment and as needed.  3. I do not want my AI Assistant to touch me at all.

Thinking back to the way Andy had comforted you a few moments ago, crouching down and so gently speaking to you as he touched your knee, you felt your tummy somersault all over again. 

That was exactly the kind of gentle connection and caretaking you were seeking. 

Nodding, you kept that answer as previously selected before moving on to the next question.

Your eyes blinked slowly, heavily, as you struggled to finish the final few pages of your book’s current chapter. 

When a yawn broke free, once again pulling your attention away from the words on the page, you sighed in defeat. 

Placing your bookmark between the pages, you set your book on the side table before glancing down the other end of the sofa. 

Andy sat there, reading his own book, even though you doubted that he garnered the same sort of joy that you did from reading for fun. 

Feeling your gaze on him, he glanced up and smiled at you. 

“I think I’m going to go to bed,” you murmured. 

“It is getting late,” Andy nodded, setting down his own book. He rose to his feet, watching as you uncurled yourself from the sofa and folded the throw blanket that had been covering you before draping it over the back of the nearby arm chair. 

You had changed into your pajamas hours ago, and you felt a little self-conscious of the cutesy flannel set now as you turned to find Andy eyeing you in soft amusement.

“Do you think I’m lame?” you blurted before you could stop yourself.

His frown was instant, as was the shake of his head. “No, I think you’re lovely.”

And oh, that had a foreign kind of warmth flooding through you. 

Twisting your fingers together before you, you glanced away, shaking your head at yourself. “Sorry,” you whispered, “Sometimes I just…blurt stuff like that without thinking.”

“There is no need to edit yourself for my benefit,” Andy assured you. “This is your home and your life, I am simply here to help you thrive. Please, be yourself to the fullest extent, it will only aid me in taking care of you and fulfilling your every need.”

“Right,” you hugged yourself, taking a shaky breath. 

It was overwhelming - how perfect Andy was.

And that he was yours.

“Should I go to the kitchen and enable my hibernation mode?” Andy asked. 

His question wasn’t surprising, as most folks kept their AI Assistants in the kitchen overnight, just like many other home appliances.

But, well, Andy wasn’t a home appliance to you. 

“Actually,” you struggled to meet his gaze as you shifted your weight. “Can you come upstairs with me and just…stay with me until I fall asleep?”

Andy’s head cocked ever so slightly, his operating system reviewing the data from your completed survey at lightning speed before concluding that you, his primary user, were vulnerable and needed to be protected and made to feel safe.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he spoke one of your preferred terms of endearment for the first time, noting how it made you squirm and shyly look away. “I would love to spend as much time with you as possible.”

“Thanks,” you whispered. 

Smiling, Andy stepped back and gestured toward the stairway just outside of the living room. “Lead the way.”

You scurried past him and up the stairs, murmuring that you were just going to clean up before you darted into your connected ensuite and shut the door. 

Once you emerged a few minutes later, ready for bed, it was to find Andy dressed in a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt, his feet bare as he sat on the edge of the bed furthest from your own side.

“You changed,” you observed dumbly, blinking at him in surprise.

The corner of his mouth quirked up into a half-smile. “I thought it would make you more comfortable if I wore pajamas, too.”

“Oh, that’s so…thoughtful,” you hummed, again feeling a happy kind of fluttery warmth invade your body. 

“Let’s get you tucked in, hmm?” Andy murmured, gesturing you to your side of the bed. “I’ve enabled the new home security system I installed earlier, and I’ve lowered the temperature to 68 degrees for optimal sleeping conditions.”

“Thank you, Andy,” you said, and, on a whim, you darted forward and hugged him.

He didn’t miss a beat, instantly returning your embrace. His hands were big and warm as they gently caressed your back, and you felt your insides clench when he placed a soft kiss on the crown of your head before murmuring, “You’re very welcome, honey. I’m happy to take care of you like you deserve.”

“You’re so warm,” you marveled aloud once you slowly pulled away from him. 

“I’ve set my operating temperature to mirror your own at 98.3 degrees. If you ever want me to adjust it, please let me know.”

“No, it’s perfect, you just…feel so real,” you whispered, staring at him. And then it was like your hand had a mind of its own as it reached out and touched his chest, until your palm lay flat against the soft material of his t-shirt. “You have a heartbeat, too?”

Andy nodded, his eyes soft as he watched you. “Would it comfort you to listen to it as you fall asleep?”

Feeling the sudden urge to cry, but not in a bad way, you just nodded, not resisting as Andy led you to your bed. He didn’t seem hesitant at all as he settled himself beneath the covers before holding his hand out to you as you hovered beside the bed.

“C’mere, sweetheart.”

As if you were the one made to take his directive, you crawled into bed beside him, nerves rising up for a split second before Andy was gently urging you against him. Once your cheek pressed against his chest, his artificial heartbeat that sounded so real softly filled your ear, and you felt your body begin to relax.

It was like the exhaustion from the day finally caught up to you then, your form going more and more pliant as your eyes grew heavy and you clung to Andy just a little bit tighter. 

“I’m so glad you’re here,” you murmured sleepily as your eyes blinked shut and stayed that way.

And when Andy gently smoothed a hand over your head, murmuring back, “So am I, sweetheart,” you were already fast asleep.

Eeeep! I love them so much. This Reader makes me so soft. Please take a moment to let me know your thoughts on this part! Thank you so much! 

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[stargazingfangirl18]

Hi, Siri 🥰 me again ☺️ I know this is my second, but you’re spoiling us so good with this game and I had another idea 👉👈 so, if I can have a second ask, can you share a soft and sweet (or thoty) moment with AI!Ari or AI!Curtis? Whichever the muse prefers. I’ll take any little crumb 🥺🙂‍↕️

Hehehe I love this!!

I think AI!Ari in particular is like chomping at the bit to take care of you lol. We’ll see more of this in his next installment actually, but he needs to be a little sneaky and pushy about it because for some reason, despite ordering him, you are very resistant to personal caretaking 🤨

So I think he waits until it’s later in the evening…

You’ve had a very long work day. You tend to work yourself to the bone because you are so passionate about your business!

But also, it’s not good for you to work so hard, so long, every day and then!! Try to sneak off to bed without a proper meal or wind down routine?!

Ari is having none of that.

But also, he knows that when you’re at that level of exhaustion, you’re easier to take care of because you have less resistance left.

So he’s allll over that.

Encourages you to soak in the bath for just 10 minutes, sweetheart. He already went to the trouble of running it for you.

Then once you’re done and try to flop into bed in your towel to sleep, he’s softly tutting and retrieving one of your softest t-shirts. You don’t even fuss as he dresses you himself, although you do keep your towel in place so everything is covered and he doesn’t get flashed.

Not that he’s hoping for a peek. Noooope. Not Ari 🙂‍↔️

He thinks the happy sound you make when you burrow into your covers and pillows, eager to drift off to sleep, is adorable.

Then he lingers a while to watch you. It’s not like you can really mind, since you’re dead to the world. And he’s not hurting anyone, just watching you.

You’re his primary user, after all. He’s just doing what he’s meant to do. 😌

[stargazingfangirl18]

Caretaking Mode Activated

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2,462 Summary: You’re still getting used to Ari and his presence, and he’s very keen on taking care of you like you deserve. Warnings: AU. Explicit language. AI!Robot!Ari. Low key dirty talk. Praise kink if you squint. Lots of horniness, like, so much lolll. Oral sex (f receiving). Brief anal play. Unprotected sex. Female and male masturbation. Non con voyeurism. 

A/N: Um. Well. Even AI!Ari is a whore, and this is all his fault, and I stan 🫠(If you didn’t read their first part, read this first.)

You yawned loudly as you staggered toward the kitchen, rubbing at your eyes and already glowering at the bright sunlight filling your home once your hands dropped to your sides and you squinted in irritation.

You had slept like total shit last night, and you were definitely feeling it this morning.

And it was all Ari’s fault.

Just knowing the AI was in your home, downstairs looming in the darkness while you laid tucked away in your bed, had made you antsy and self-conscious.

All night, you’d kept trying to tell yourself that you just needed to get over the awkwardness and get used to your new custom AI, but the truth was…beyond the shift in the vibe of your home since his arrival…

You could not stop fucking envisioning that massage he had seemed so eager to give you.

And this morning, you were paying the price for your inability to scrape that tempting thought from your brain and get some goddamn sleep.

You were still glowering as you stepped into the kitchen and instantly pulled up short at the sight of Ari looming tall and broad at the marble counter as he poured you a cup of coffee and perfectly doctored it to your preferences.

He really is stupid hot, you thought to yourself before you could stuff down that ridiculous thought.

Unaware of your internal nonsense, Ari gave you a bright smile as he set the steaming mug on the isle for you and greeted you with a warm, “Good morning!”

You stared at him for a beat, unable to help it as your eyes lingered–greedy to drink in his handsome features that you were still a little taken aback by–before your eyes flickered to the coffee mug and the hot temptation that lay inside.

You croaked back a half-hearted, “Morning,” as you moved forward, rounding the isle until you stood across from Ari as you reached for the mug. As you did, your nose twitched as a familiar scent registered in your brain, and you glanced over to the stove, then beside it, to where a plate of your favorite breakfast foods awaited you.

It seemed as if Ari knew your breakfast preferences too, which, duh. He was your custom AI after all, and you’d had to complete that extremely long and tedious welcome survey to get him updated and ready to fulfill your every need.

Rolling your eyes at yourself, you leaned back against the counter, cradling your mug between your hands as you took a long drink. Humming in happiness as the caffeinated goodness exploded across your tongue before warming its way down your throat, you sighed as some of your crankiness began to recede.

“I know you’re not a big breakfast person, but you should try to eat a little anyway so you have energy to get you through your day,” Ari said, retrieving the breakfast plate before moving near to set it on the counter beside you.

He loomed close, and as you finished swallowing another mouthful of coffee heaven, you could feel his gaze on you. Tilting your face up, you froze as you found Ari’s own eyes fixed on your bare legs.

And, you realized in horror, your panties, which were on full display.

Because you were still dressed in your sleep clothes, which consisted of no more than a soft, thin tank top and a pair of cotton underwear with little bunnies on them. Your tired, addled, treacherous mind hadn’t thought of getting fully dressed before coming down stairs, because you weren’t used to doing that or having someone else in your home with you.

Even if it was just an AI assistant.

You fleetingly wondered if AIs could be scandalized, but that didn’t seem to be the case with Ari as his gaze–which you swore seemed darker than before–took its grand ole time inching over your barely covered body.

As his eyes lingered on your chest, making you hyper aware of your lack of bra and how your hard nipples were poking through your shirt due to the coolness of the kitchen, you suddenly felt so fucking dumb and embarrassed at him seeing you this way. 

You were the one who was scandalized–and super self-conscious–as your cheeks filled with the heat or mortification and you squirmed before Ari, subtly trying to backtrack to put the isle between you and at least hide the lower half of your body from his surprisingly attentive gaze.

Is he eye fucking me? you couldn’t help but wonder, even though you knew the very thought was straight up absurd. AIs couldn’t feel attraction, but the thought flickered through your mind all the same the longer Ari stared at you and the awkward tension in the room grew.

Finally, it was like the bot registered your discomfort, a warm smile once again splitting his lips as his eyes met yours–twinkling with something that toed the line of mischief and something more, something your brain so could not process right now–before he tilted his head and his eyes went distant.

“Your work calendar is packed today,” Ari reminded you, quickly rattling off the five meetings and their times that would occupy most of your day.

And just like that, your embarrassment and all the strange tension between you and Ari instantly evaporated as your brain clicked into work mode, and you groaned at the long day ahead of you. 

“I should get showered and dressed asap,” you sighed, turning on your heel and hurrying from the kitchen, your mug still cradled in your hands and your frazzled self completely oblivious to the way Ari’s very interested gaze fixated on the curve of your ass for your entire retreat.

The end of your work day brought you full circle to how you had started the morning as you staggered into the kitchen, no functional brain cells left and your stomach growling loudly as you toed the line of hangry.

A delicious aroma permeated the lower floor of your home, and your lips curled as you recognized the scent of your favorite meal cooking as you entered the kitchen and made your way to the isle. 

Ari glanced over his shoulder at your arrival, shooting you a smile as he told you, “Dinner should be done in a few minutes,” before turning back to the stove.

Unable to suppress a yawn, you sat in one of the tall seats at the isle counter, watching his broad back for a moment as he tended to your dinner. It washed over you suddenly, the utter relief at the fact that you didn’t need to worry about cooking and you’d still eat well tonight. 

Every night, in fact, as long as you had Ari here to assist you.

Another thought was quick to fill your mind next - that you really needed to stop packing your days with so many meetings and so much to do. Overwhelming exhaustion crept through you as you realized that you were seriously close to being burnt out beyond recovery. 

And you wouldn’t be able to run a successful business in that state.

Yawning again, you rested your chin on your hand, your eyes blinking slowly, heavy as you all but nodded off at the counter as you waited for dinner to be served. 

The sudden warm, heavy press of big hands gripping your shoulders startled you awake, and you were instantly aware of Ari’s presence at your back.

“Shhh, just let me take care of you for a moment, sweetheart,” his voice was a quiet, husky rumble as his thumbs dug into your shoulders and circled, starting to ease the knots of tension from your body.

Between how good his hands felt on you and the soft, lulling tone of Ari’s voice, you couldn’t help but soften under his touch, your eyes growing heavy again as you sank back in your seat, wordlessly surrendering to his impromptu massage. 

“Good girl,” Ari’s words were a warm rush against your ear.

You shivered hard, your cunt clenching in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time. Before you could think too much on it or over analyze your reaction to Ari, his touch grew more firm and insistent as he rubbed your shoulders before his fingers moved to work some divine tension relieving wizardry along your neck.

A moan spilled past your lips before your tired brain couldn’t even register what the sound was, and your cheeks felt alight as Ari shifted closer, his artificial body heat enveloping your back as his lips touched the shell of your ear.

“Yeah, it feels good, huh?” he husked.

“Uh huh,” you replied dumbly, gasping as his thumbs found another knot and began to gently work it away.

“You’re so tight,” Ari murmured, his lips lingering against your ear and making you shiver and bite back a whimper.

How long had it been since you’d been touched like this? Hell, touched at all? 

You genuinely couldn’t remember the last time you experienced this type of intimacy, let alone anything in the realm of desire or sexual pleasure. Obviously your body was desperate for it if you were reacting this way to such an innocent touch. 

Needless to say, you were fully awake now–albeit dazed–and you couldn’t seem to get your squirming under control as Ari continued to touch you and make your body melt for him. You just realized the ruined state of your panties when Ari’s big hands suddenly grew much warmer–pleasantly so–and you gasped loudly, mewling at how good it felt as you sank back against him, more eager for his touch than ever.

Your pussy fluttered wildly as you felt the soft, warm brush of lips against the side of your throat, but before your tired mind could determine if the touch had even been real, the oven timer started to go off, making you jump in your seat as whatever spell you had been under instantly broke. 

Ari’s hands smoothed down your back then up again before cupping your shoulders and giving them a squeeze. “Gimme a few minutes, and I’ll have your belly full in no time,” he hummed, giving your shoulders a final press before his touch retreated. 

He has to know what he’s saying, you thought as you watched Ari resume his spot at the stove, seeming completely oblivious to his innuendos, let alone how they affected you.

Then again, he was a fucking robot after all. He didn’t have the same kind of needs that you did–human needs. He didn’t get horny or feel attraction or want another. He literally just existed to be of service to his primary user.

His primary user who apparently really needed to get laid. 

You nearly snorted out loud at your ridiculous mental spiral, but still–you couldn’t help but watch Ari for a moment longer, your eyes wide and your cheeks still on fire. You hated how much you felt the loss of his touch reverberate through you.

How much you wanted to feel it again.

Jesus Christ, get a grip, you scoffed at yourself. Taking a deep, shaky breath, you shot Ari a final look before slipping from your seat and scurrying away to wash up before dinner. 

“Oh my god,” you whined, your fingers clawing at your bed sheets as you panted through another orgasm.

Ari had you ass up and face down in your bed, his own face still buried in your cunt from behind despite the way you were begging him to give you a breather.

His tongue drew up your sloppy slit in another slow, broad drag that had you nearly crying his name as you tried to squirm away from him. When he tongued at your tight little rosebud before pressing the softest kiss there, you squealed his name, your insides throbbing at his sinful treatment of you as you continued to tremble and gasp for breath.

“Mmmm, I don’t think that’s what you actually need, a breather,” his voice was a low rumble that had your cunt clenching all over again as he finally eased away from you.

It seemed like between one blink and the next, the thick, spongy head of Ari’s cock was suddenly pressing against your drippy hole, and you could only whine some more as he started to slowly push inside you. 

His big hands framed your hips, his grip on you firm to keep you in place as he took his time filling you with his cock. You swore he was drawing it out on purpose, because he wanted to make sure you felt each and every hard, thick inch of him. Until he was finally buried to the hilt and you were gasping then squealing his name as he gave a rut to settle impossibly deeper inside of you.

“This is what you need,” Ari purred, patiently retreating from the hot, tight confines of your cunt and then lingering so just the tip of his cock was stretching your entrance. “And we both know it,” you could hear the smirk in his voice. “Don’t we, sweetheart?” 

He shoved into you hard and deep, making you keen a breathless, needy, “Yes!”

You jerked awake, your heart hammering in your chest as your tired brain processed the dream–the very naughty dream–that you had just been pulled from.

It took you a moment to recall it fully, and when you did, you could feel your face heat. And when you squirmed beneath your covers at the sinful recollection, you could feel how fucking wet you were, your panties completely soaked through.

“Goddamnit,” you gritted into the darkness, feeling as annoyed as you were horny after the spicy imaginings your sleep brain had conjured up. “Fuck it,” you huffed, shoving your hand down the front of your ruined underwear and immediately zeroing in on your throbbing clit.

You knew you wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep in this state, so you might as well take care of it. 

And if the thought that the almost!person who had caused you to be such a needy, fucking mess, was just downstairs, none the wiser about the way you filled your own pussy with two fingers and moaned his name aloud as you imagined it was his cock filling you up and fucking you so good, well, so be it.

Only…

Ari wasn’t downstairs none the wiser about you and your condition.

Unbeknownst to you, he was on the other side of your closed bedroom door, leaning against the wall as he stroked his cock–chasing his own release–as he listened to all of your pretty keens and moans and the way you gasped his name as you touched yourself, and then again once you finally reached your peak. 

I regret nothing.

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[stargazingfangirl18]

Fulfillment Initiated

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,845 Summary: On an exhausted, lonely, overworked whim, you order yourself a custom AI assistant. Warnings: AU. Explicit language. AI!Robot!Ari. 

A/N: You can blame this new verse on the movie Subservience, which I knew wouldn’t be very good lolll, but the idea had my hoe brain spiraling, and here we are. I literally just wrote this today, so forgive any errors, I was just super excited to share lol. Enjoy! ❤️

By the time you finally peeled your eyes away from your computer screen, your home office was dark around you, and the clock at the top of your screen read just past 10pm. 

You sighed, annoyed with yourself for allowing yet another day to fly by in a work-induced blur. 

Groaning as you rose from your seat, your body stiff from hours of sitting at your desk, you stretched, then yawned for good measure. Cringing at yourself as your stomach growled loudly–accusatively–you headed toward the kitchen for the first time since early that morning.

Just because you were a successful business owner didn’t mean that you were a successful adult. The truth was, you were kind of shit at taking care of yourself. 

Work was your number one priority. Despite the way your business was more successful than you could have ever imagined, and you had more money in your bank accounts than you knew what to do with and yet...

“Humaning fail,” you muttered as you peeked into your nearly empty refrigerator. 

Your eyes flickered to the bright glowing numbers of the stove clock. It was too late to order food and then wait for it to be delivered, so with another sigh, you swiped the half-empty carton of milk from the fridge. 

You gathered one of the few measly boxes of cereal you had left from the pantry, then a bowl and spoon before “making” your poor excuse of a dinner. You stood right there at the big, marble isle and ate, once again mulling over the idea of hiring a personal chef.

Your gaze flickered around the big, empty house that wasn’t as tidy as you would have liked, and you added a housekeeper to your mental checklist that you’d probably forget about tomorrow once you were absorbed in work again. 

Once you placed your empty bowl in the sink, you headed upstairs to your bedroom, and through to the ensuite. You were cleaned up and changed into your pajamas a few minutes later, and you crawled into bed, turning out the bedside lamp before sinking down into the soft mattress at your back. 

The immediate space around you glowed as you held your phone between your hands, tapping into your favorite social media app which wasn’t nearly as popular as all the others. 

Still, the blogging platform was your favorite escape from real life, and you scrolled through your notifications feed, grinning at the few comments and reblogs you had received on your latest fanfic.

No one who actually knew you in real life knew that you wrote fanfic, let alone posted it online. 

And they never would. 

Because most of what you wrote was straight up porn without plot, but it was really the only fun, creative outlet you had outside of your work, and it was just for you, and you wanted to keep it that way. 

Besides, you barely had time to feed and water yourself, let alone date or put in the energy for episodic hookups. So, if you couldn’t get amazingly railed on the regular, you were sure as fuck gonna write about it and live vicariously through your smutty stories. 

Sighing as you finished catching up on your feed, you paused as an ad caught your attention. 

Superior AI: Custom AIs to fulfill your every need.

You snorted, familiar with the fancy line of artificially intelligent robots that looked creepily human. 

These days, the AI robots were just as common as any other smart device, and you knew quite a few people, and neighbors too, who swore by the AI assistants. They could really do anything you needed: housekeeping, childcare, cooking, driving…

Your brain perked up in awareness, reminding you of your mental checklist from earlier, and your finger hovered over the Superior AI ad before you clicked on it. 

Soon, you were on the fancy AI website, telling yourself you were just screwing around until your tired brain finally conked out as you built your custom AI assistant. 

You checked off all the areas in which you’d want support in your daily life: cleaning, cooking, organizing, property maintenance, driving, but it was the customization of the physical look of the AI that was actually fun. 

Before you knew it, your screen was filled with the full body image of the most gorgeous non-human–or human–man that you had ever seen. 

Bronze skin, bright blue eyes, shaggy brown hair, a thick, neatly trimmed beard. You imagined how much taller than you he’d be if he stood before you at his 6’5 height, his body thick and muscular like you imagined many of your fanfic love interests to be.

You chose a simple pair of fitted jeans, a denim blue button up, and a pair of dark motorcycle boots as his day to day outfit. 

Seeing the finished product had your belly fluttering as you stared at the screen, the big blue ‘Add to Cart’ button like an outright challenge that had you squirming beneath your warm, cushy blanket. 

“It’s not like I can’t afford it,” you muttered to yourself, gnawing on your lower lip as you tried to ignore the quiet voice in the back of your mind that was urging you to make the purchase. 

At least you’d have some company in this big, empty house, it whispered. You wouldn’t need to be so lonely day in and day out.

“Fuck it, why not? I can always return it if I hate it,” you reasoned, adding your custom AI assistant to your cart before completing the online checkout before you could talk yourself out of it. 

By the time you were done, the excitement from your little online shopping adventure was already dwindling, and your exhaustion was front and center now. 

And you really didn’t think about your Superior AI custom AI assistant at all, until a few days later, when he arrived at your doorstep in all his perfect glory. 

He spoke your name in the deepest baritone you had ever heard in real life as you stood before him in your front doorway, gaping at him like a goldfish.

“Uhhh, uh huh,” you finally squeaked when the AI tilted his head, his deep blue eyes sparkling at you in a way that seemed insanely human given what he was, and wasn’t.

“I’m Ari,” the robot introduced himself, holding out his big hand for a shake.

You stared at it for a moment before hesitantly accepting, marveling at how warm and slightly rough his hand felt against yours. How much bigger, too.

“You seem so real,” you wisped dumbly as you finally, regretfully pulled your hand away from his and gaped at him some more. 

“That's the whole point, sweetheart,” Ari winked at you.

Winked. 

At you.

Well, at the very least, the casual, charming demeanor programming you had opted for was top notch.

“Uh, right,” you cleared your throat, stepping back as you gestured Ari inside. “I have about an hour before my next work call, so I can give you a quick tour and complete any setup requirements before you’re on your own for a little while.”

Ari loomed before you, a slight smile curling his lips as he glanced around. “Whatever works for you. As my primary user, what you say goes, and my purpose is to fulfill your every need.”

You shuddered as he purred those last four words as his gaze met yours. Or maybe you just imagined it. Yeah, that was it, you quickly assured yourself as you started to lead Ari through your house. 

You made sure to give him a more thorough tour of the kitchen, since he’d be cooking and cleaning first and foremost, as well as showing him the closet that housed all the cleaning supplies and utilities. 

The tour ended upstairs in your master bedroom, and you stood there awkwardly at the foot of your king-sized bed as Ari loomed a few feet away, placidly watching you. 

“So, uh, that’s everything,” you said, jamming your hands into the back pockets of your jeans as you tried not to stare at the ridiculously good looking bot.

“Is everything okay?” Ari asked. “You seem tense.”

You straightened. “Y-yeah, everything’s fine.” 

He slightly cocked his head to the side, his eyes going distant for a second before they refocused on you. “You didn’t opt in to any of the personal care and wellness programming and options that I am equipped with.”

“Uh, no, that’s not really my jam.”

“You are a business woman, right?”

“Yes,” you drew out the word, brows furrowed as you glanced away from Ari’s penetrating stare. 

“I imagine that can be stressful and extremely time consuming,” Ari murmured, frowning slightly as he shifted closer. “As your custom AI assistant, it’s my job to take care of you. Would you like me to initiate a massage sequence to help alleviate some of your stress and tension and promote peace and relaxation?”

Warmth immediately bloomed in your cheeks as you imagined Ari using his big, warm hands on your body. Your bare skin. Kneading all of the knots of tension and overwork from your achy figure. It would probably feel good. Really good. The type of pampering you needed and deserved.

You blinked back to awareness as Ari stepped so close you could feel the faux body heat he generated. 

“Let me take care of you, sweetheart,” he husked, his big hand touching your shoulder and giving a squeeze. “That’s why I’m here.”

His thumb caressed along the curve of your shoulder, catching on the collar of your shirt before stroking over your bare skin.

Something deep inside of you clenched hard at his touch, and you gasped, taking a startled step back as you shook your head. 

“Uh, maybe later. Maybe,” you darted around Ari. “I need to prep for my work call.”

Ari’s deep voice speaking your name had you freezing in the bedroom doorway. You peeked back at him over your shoulder, your belly fluttering as you caught his eyes jump up from the curve of your ass to your face. 

“What would you like me to work on in the meantime?”

“I left a shopping list on the kitchen counter, can you please place an order and then start on dinner?”

“Sure,” Ari turned to you fully, his head tilting to the side as he went still for a moment before nodding. “I see you’ve completed your food and meal preferences survey. Thank you. I will create a meal list for the week and get your approval once you finish your work call.”

“Great,” you murmured. 

“And if you think of anything else you need,” Ari spoke quietly, warmly, as his blue eyes drifted over you. “Don’t hesitate to ask. My purpose is to–”

“Fulfill my every need, I know,” you squeaked, waving a hand at him before darting into the hallway and scurrying downstairs to your office. 

Ari smiled after you, his reply for his ears only as he hummed, “I look forward to satisfying you as thoroughly as possible.”

lolllll look. This is totally self-indulgent ridiculousness but I had a blast with it anyway. I have ideas for a bunch of the other babes, too! Some of them will be AIs like Ari, and for some, their Reader will be the AI. Eeeep! Please take a moment to let me know your thoughts! You know I live for hoeing with you! Thank you so much for reading! ❤️

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[stargazingfangirl18]

Superior AI Steve fighting against programming to focus only on protecting as he falls for you😍

Oh gosh, yes, I am so here for this!!!

Since he’s from the Security Shield lineup, Steve’s programming is heavy on protection and security first and foremost, and so much of his programming is regimented security checks and patrols and the like.

But the way he finds himself so easily distracted by you. Or delaying a scheduled security check here and there (only by a few minutes), because you draw his avid attention.

Maybe something like…

Steve was already kicking away from the dark corner of the living room wall when the hourly reminder flickered across his gaze…

It was time for another security check.

He was even more vigilant during the late evening/early morning checks, since that was when you were at your most vulnerable.

His intention was to cross the small, cozy space to double check the locks were secured on the front door, and pull back the curtains to do a heat signature skim of the outside surroundings, but as he moved closer to where you were curled up asleep on the sofa, Steve found himself pausing.

He wasn’t sure what he was doing exactly, looming over you like this.

It was the first time he had seen you truly at rest since he arrived, and he was certain it was likely due to his presence now, that you felt safe enough to have fallen asleep in the first place, let alone stay that way.

As he watched your pretty, lax features, he found his gaze drawn to your lips.

It was the way that you suddenly shivered, your brow furrowing in your sleep, that had Steve automatically reaching for the blanket neatly folded on the back of the sofa. He took extra care as he draped it over your sleeping frame, his knuckles lingering to caress along the curve of your shoulder.

Another security check reminder flashed across his vision, and Steve straightened suddenly, blinking away the daze your presence has caused him, his own brow furrowing as he gave you a final glance before carrying on with his security protocol.

Join in on my shameless hoe weakend!

[stargazingfangirl18]

Defense Mode

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2,829 Summary: Your new AI bot wasn’t a purchase made on a whim or a way to treat yourself. He was a necessity, a shield of protection that you so desperately, desperately needed. Warnings: AU. AI!Bot!Steve. Allusions to stalking. Reader is anxious, stressed, and prone to panic.  

A/N: Surprise! I finished this much sooner than I thought I would. I’m very excited to introduce you to AI!Steve. I hope you enjoy him ❤️

SUPERIOR AI MASTERLIST

You were already hovering near the front door when a sharp knock sounded. 

Despite the way you were expecting the delivery, and you’d heard the vehicle pull up your long driveway just a moment ago, you still startled at the sound, your heart jackhammering in your chest as you darted forward to undo the three locks on your front door before easing it open.

A pair of warm, brown eyes greeted you first, and you mustered a small smile to mirror the one on Sam Wilson’s face. 

Last week’s video call hadn’t done him justice; he was even more handsome in person, and something about his demeanor emanated calm and reassurance and had some of the tension knotting your shoulders easing ever so slightly.

Sam spoke your name with a questioning lilt, his smile growing into a grin as you nodded in confirmation. He held out his hand to you, and you accepted the firm but gentle shake, your wide gaze darting to the tall, broad figure standing just behind Sam.

Your new AI bot was gorgeous.

And unexpectedly so. 

Even though you had given Sam, your Superior AI custom developer, some preferred physical attributes, you still hadn’t expected what looked like a Greek god come to life to arrive on your doorstep.

His skin was flawless, his blonde hair stylishly swooped up from his forehead, and his bright blue eyes watched you closely. You were glad you went with the more casual outfit of jeans, a light gray t-shirt, and brown leather jacket. Even though the default navy stealth security uniform had stirred something in you, it had also made you anxious, and that wasn’t something you needed more of right now.

“This is Steve Rogers,” Sam stepped aside and introduced you to your new security AI, who instantly stepped forward and met your gaze without wavering.

He greeted you with a polite, “Ma’am,” his own large hand extending to swallow yours for a beat before he once again clasped his hands behind his back as he stood at attention.

You just blinked at him for a moment, your mouth gaping and your hand tingling as it fell back to your side. After a long, awkward beat, Sam cleared his throat. When your gaze snapped to him, he gave you another warm smile. 

“Should we head inside so I can walk you through initiation and setup?”

“Yes, of course!” you blustered, feeling heat creep up your neck and into your cheeks as you stepped back and waved Sam and Steve inside.

You waited until they moved past you and deeper into the living room before you closed the front door and did up all three locks out of habit.

“You weren’t kidding when you said this place was in the middle of nowhere,” Sam said as his observant gaze flickered around the open floorplan of your new home.

The cabin was practically across the country from where you used to live, tucked away up north in the woods outside of a sparsely populated town that you had never heard of before deciding to move here. 

Thankfully the structure had been in good condition overall, so it hadn’t eaten into your savings too much to make the downpayment and then do some much needed updates to make it more livable and cozy.

Even if you knew no amount of stunning scenery, soothing candle scents, and impossibly soft throw blankets would really do much to put a dent in your perpetual state of fight or flight, you had tried your best to make the cabin a home, one you could maybe learn to love and covet one day.

One day when you were able to feel anything beyond terrified, paranoid, and like you were living in a waking nightmare.

Realizing Sam and Steve were both staring at you, awaiting a response, you shook yourself. “Yeah, it just felt right…and necessary, after everything,” you muttered as you hugged yourself tightly and joined Sam and Steve in the middle of the living room.

“Understandable,” Sam murmured, watching you for a moment before he clapped Steve on the shoulder. “So, Steve is the latest and greatest from Superior AI’s Security Shield Edition lineup, meaning his programming is rooted in security and protection.”

“Good,” you breathed.

And you meant it. 

Security and protection were what you needed now, more than anything else.

“He’s actually modeled after one of the most talented and decorated men to ever serve in the army, and his programming is outfitted with various combat training, defense methods, weapons training, basic medic knowledge and training,” Sam listed off. “Steve’s strategic and a keen observer, and he’s also very emotionally intelligent and loyal.” Grinning, Sam’s proud gaze moved from Steve to you as he finished, “He’s pretty much the perfect soldier meets a good man.”

“That’s exactly what I need,” your smile was tremulous as you gazed between Sam and Steve.

“Let me show you the security failsafe,” Sam waved you closer as Steve turned his back to you both. “This is exclusive to the Security Shield models. The power button on the nape? It only responds to your fingerprints, that way only you can power down or turn on the bot.”

Sam swiped his finger over the nape of Steve’s neck, and you watched as a turquoise neon light appeared. It was shaped like the Superior AI logo and sat at the base of Steve’s nape.

“Now, since I’ve already programmed you as the primary user and put those digital fingerprints you submitted to good use, I’m not able to power him on or off.” Sam demonstrated this by holding his thumb against the glowing button. 

Nothing happened, and Steve remained with his back to you both, standing tall and at attention. 

“Now, you try.”

You stepped closer, slightly shaking as you touched your thumb to the power button, amazed by how warm and soft Steve’s skin felt.

How human.

After three seconds, Steve’s form slackened and slumped forward, making you squeak in surprise and retract your touch.

Chuckling, Sam stepped forward. “Again, only you as the primary user can power him on or off.” Sam pressed his own thumb to the power button for almost five seconds, and you watched, once again, as nothing happened. 

Once he stepped away and nodded toward you, you touched the power button and held your thumb in place for a few seconds, not startled as much this time around when Steve suddenly powered up and stood tall and at attention once more.

He turned to you, a small smile curling his plump, pink lips as he greeted you with another respectful, “Ma’am.”

“And he knows my…situation?” you asked Sam, hugging yourself tighter as you tried to suppress the onslaught of memories and feelings from the past six months that were always boiling just beneath the surface.

“Yes, ma’am,” Steve answered. “My memory has been updated with all of the data on your situation and the offender. The only remaining steps to complete setup are for you to sync me with your home security system, which will also give me access to the security cameras monitoring your property, and for you to complete your primary user welcome questionnaire to update all of your preferences and requests beyond security and protection.” Steve hesitated, waiting until your gaze met his. “I will keep you safe, whatever it takes.”

Even though Steve wasn’t even human, something about the way he was watching you, and how earnest his promise was, had your breath hitching as a lump of emotion swelled in your throat.

Blinking back the hot burn of tears from your eyes, you took a minute to try to pull yourself together, your voice wobbling anyway when you finally whispered out a quiet, “Thank you, Steve.” 

Your embarrassed gaze fell away, so you missed the way both Steve and Sam seemed to soften at your distress, sharing a brief look before Steve stepped forward and gently squeezed your shoulder in comfort.

You couldn’t remember the last time that you were on the receiving end of a soft, innocent touch–a touch meant to soothe–probably not since you were with…

Shuddering, you quickly shook away that thought. Shooting Steve a grateful smile, your gazes locked and lingered on the other for a moment, until–

“Alright, well,” Sam clapped, amusement dancing in his eyes. “It looks like you’re in good hands, so I’ll leave you to it. You have my number and email if you need anything else or have any issues.”

“Thank you, Sam, for all of your help throughout this entire process, and for being so understanding of my situation,” you told him as you followed him to the front door.

“It was my pleasure,” he shot you one more of those big, warm smiles of his. “You take care of yourself, okay? And you let Steve help with that, it’s why he’s here.”

You nodded, watching as Sam undid the locks on your door before letting himself outside. As soon as the door shut, you moved forward and redid the locks, feeling a little self-conscious as you slowly turned around to find Steve watching you.

After a long moment of awkward silence, he cocked his head to the side. “How about you sync me to your security system, and then we can schedule some time tomorrow for you to complete your welcome questionnaire, that way you’re not too overwhelmed?”

“Yes,” you nodded, grateful for the distraction and something to keep your mind occupied in a healthy way, but also thankful for how Steve was being mindful of not stressing you out. “I’ll go grab my tablet, just give me a moment.”

“Of course,” Steve murmured, his watchful gaze glued to you as you hurried from the room and out of sight.

A few hours later, as the sun began to set, you couldn’t help but hover by the living room windows, fretfully watching as it grew darker outside with each passing moment.

Your eyes jumped from one end of the line of trees circling your property to the other, avid in their observation, desperately trying to spot movement beyond that caused by nature or wildlife.

Desperately making sure he wasn’t out there, watching and waiting.

Feeling that familiar sense of panic lapping at you, you nibbled on your thumbnail, staring outside a moment longer before hurrying toward the front door. You double checked that all the locks were engaged before doing the same to the security system via the little digital panel on the wall beside the front door.

And then you were moving toward the windows again, ever vigilant as it grew harder to see through the darkness surrounding your home.

When a warm hand touched your shoulder, you jumped and shrieked, spinning around to find Steve taking a step back, holding his hands up in a gesture to convey he didn’t mean you any harm as he watched you with a slight furrow to his brow.

“Forgive me, ma’am,” he started, but you cut him off with an almost hysterical laugh. 

“No! That was all me, God, I’m so sorry. I’m a mess,” you pressed a hand to your chest, aware of the way your heart was racing, as you took a deep breath and exhaled it shakily. Your shy gaze met Steve’s and you mustered a small smile. “You’re so quiet, I forgot you were here. I guess it will take some time to get used to all this.”

“That’s understandable,” Steve smiled softly, gesturing toward the coffee table where a steaming bowl of stew and a small plate with a big hunk of fresh artisan bread sat awaiting you. “I took the liberty of making you dinner, I hope that’s okay?”

“I…” you blinked in surprise, that familiar feeling of tears welling returning as you stared at the dinner spread. “It’s more than okay, it’s very much appreciated, Steve, thank you. I haven’t been great about remembering to eat or even having the energy to cook much, to be honest.”

You moved toward the sofa, shooting your still surprised gaze his way as you sat down.

“Sam made sure my caretaking programming was top notch and fully enabled. He figured you could use it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “He’s not wrong.” 

“Of course, you can disable or tweak the programming however you want…” Steve started, but went quiet as you shook your head. 

“No, you’re perfect.” Realizing how that sounded, you froze, your face heating as you glanced at Steve to find a small, close-lipped smile aimed your way. “Uh, I just mean…Sam was right, yet again, I could definitely use the caretaking.”

“I’m glad you find my support satisfactory,” Steve murmured. “I’m here for whatever you need.”

Cradling the bowl of stew against your chest with one hand, you held a spoon in the other as you sank back against your soft, cushy sofa, and slowly began to eat. You were quiet as you did so, enjoying the flavorful stew and how comforting it was. 

But your eyes remained on Steve, watching as he moved toward the windows and pulled down the blinds before drawing the curtains closed for good measure. Next he headed toward the fireplace across from you, adding another log to the dwindling flames and stoking the fire back to a warm, roaring glow.

When he was done, Steve moved toward the corner of the room, clasping his hands behind his back, his posture alert as his gaze met yours.

You finished chewing your mouthful of food, swallowing before telling him, “You can sit with me,” you nodded toward the adjacent armchair. “You don’t need to be at attention 24/7, or call me ‘ma’am.’ I’d prefer if you were more casual actually, I think I’d feel less on edge, if that’s okay.”

“Of course,” Steve nodded. “I’ll make note of these preferences,” he said as he moved closer and eased his big body into the armchair a few feet away.

The both of you once again fell quiet, but it wasn’t nearly as awkward as you thought it maybe should be. Much like Sam’s demeanor, something about Steve soothed you, made you feel safe. 

Perhaps it was the fact that his literal purpose was to protect you at all costs. 

You may still be living in a waking nightmare, but you weren’t alone anymore. You had help now. And knowing that had you breathing just a little bit easier.

Once you were finished eating, you sat forward and set the empty bowl and plate on the table. “It was really good, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” There was a pause, and, from the corner of your eye, you saw Steve’s head tilt to the side ever so slightly before he spoke again. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“What?” you asked, confused as you glanced over at him.

“What happened with the offender? Maybe it would be good for you, to get it all out?”

There was something both tempting and terrifying about Steve’s offer. You felt anxiety prickle along your skin as you reached for the throw blanket draped over the back of the sofa and tucked it around you, like it could somehow shield you from your current reality. 

“Do you have therapist programming too?” You joked as you peeked over at Steve. 

“Not exactly.” His eyes twinkled as he continued, “But I can grab a notepad and you can recline on the sofa if you’d like. You can even tell me about your childhood, and you’ll get bonus points if your parents were terrible.”

You stared at him for a long beat, your lips parted in surprise before you asked, “Was that…a joke?”

Steve smiled and shrugged, and you swore something in his features seemed to warm as you laughed in delight at this discovery. 

That your new AI had a sense of humor and it was a little trollish.

“I’m glad Sam chose you for me,” you whispered.

Steve’s amused grin softened to something more…tender, and it had your heart skipping a beat in a way that had nothing to do with fear or panic, for once. 

He was quiet as he watched you, patiently awaiting your decision as you mulled over his offer.

Finally, you released a shaky sigh, nodding slowly as your eyes met Steve’s. “Okay, I’ll tell you. Maybe it will be helpful for you to hear it all from me firsthand, and maybe…” you shuddered, swallowing hard as you went on, “Maybe it will be helpful for me, too, to just…get it all out, like you said.”

You paused for a moment, your eyes going distant as you finally allowed your mind to go there, back to the very beginning six months ago.

When you first met him. 

Even though your voice was soft and shaky to start, you began to tell Steve about how it all began, about this awful situation you now found yourself in…

About your stalker.

Eeeeep! I’m so happy to bring AI!Steve to life. I hope you enjoyed this first part. I’d be so very grateful and ecstatic if you took a moment to drop me a comment or reblog to let me know what you thought. Thank you ❤️

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Recovery Mode

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2,000 Summary: Your primary user was often prickly and unkind, but he was yours–and you were his–and you would continue to take care of him and try to make him happy to the best of your ability. Warnings: AU. Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Ransom is an asshole. AI!Reader. Mentions of shitty family dynamics. Oral sex (m receiving). Slight cum play. A touch of angst.

A/N: Hoe’kay, my loves, time for Ransom’s intro! I hope you enjoy this. ❤️

SUPERIOR AI MASTERLIST

It was Ransom’s arrival home, and how his entrance triggered the security system that was synced with your hardware, that had you waking from hibernation mode.

Your eyes snapped open and you straightened, tilting your head as you listened to the flurry of noise that accompanied Ransom’s presence.

The front door slamming shut.

His muttered, irritated voice. 

The drink cart in the living room jostling and clinking.

You blinked, scanning Ransom’s digital footprint before landing on his calendar. Understanding washed over you as you found the source of his current upset–the family gathering his mother had insisted he attend tonight. 

You had never come into contact with Ransom’s family–or anyone else in his life–as he often referred to you as his dirty little secret. So the only data you had on them was what was available on the internet and the fact that Ransom was usually in a terrible mood after being exposed to the Thrombey-Drysdales.

Which meant it was time for you to comfort your primary user to the best of your ability. 

Glancing down, you smoothed a hand over today’s outfit, a pretty dress that hugged your artificial body and bared your legs for Ransom’s often wandering eyes. You tilted your lips into a warm smile and quickly made your way to the living room.

“Hello, Ransom!” you chirped, your voice pitched sweet with a hint of sultry teasing to align with Ransom’s preferences. 

He turned, glaring at how close to him you were, like you were nipping right at his heels.

“Christ, will you back up and give me some breathing room? You’re like a goddamn puppy following me around all the time.” 

You didn’t flinch or startle at Ransom’s acerbic tone, you just retreated a few steps, giving him a sheepish smile as you offered, “Can I get your drink for you?”

He huffed, shoulders tensing as he gripped the edge of the drink cart before turning on his heel. “Yeah, whatever. Might as well make yourself useful.”

You watched as Ransom stormed over to the sofa before dropping down onto it heavily, his head falling back and his eyes closing. Your gaze lingered on the way the tendons in his neck bulged, and then you forced yourself to look away, refocusing on the task at hand. 

Your hands moved quickly and efficiently as you prepared Ransom’s favorite drink. A beat later, you gingerly sat beside him on the sofa, the movement making him pop his eyes open and straighten as he gave you a cold look.

Still, you smiled, offering him the glass with a quiet, “Here you go.” After a millisecond of analyzing whether or not it was the right decision, you added a teasing, “Pretty boy.”

Ransom’s eyes flashed at that, but not with anger–with a hint of yearning. Of desire. He remained quiet as he swiped the drink from your hand, his darkened gaze fixed on you as he took a deep gulp. 

“You seem upset after seeing your family,” you observed, your hand reaching out to touch his arm and give it a comforting squeeze. “Would you like to talk about it?”

“No,” he snorted, knocking back the rest of his drink.

He held out the empty glass to you, and you instantly took it, rising to your feet to put it back on the drink cart for you to tidy up later.  

“I’d rather you use your mouth in a different way,” Ransom’s voice was a low, gritty rumble, husky in a telling way that had your pleasure centers buzzing to life. 

You turned and slowly made your way back to him. His legs were spread wider now–a silent invitation that you accepted as you stood between them. Your caretaking mode kicked in and you reached for him, ruffling his hair as you brushed it out of his face before your touch moved to gently cradle his smooth cheek.

For a moment, Ransom looked torn between annoyance and yearning, but the yearning seemed to win out as he released a shaky breath, closed his eyes, and leaned into your cool touch. 

“Increase your temperature output by ten degrees,” he muttered, his eyes fluttering open. 

You did as you were told, your touch against his face growing noticeably warmer and making him hum his approval. 

“Take your dress off, slowly,” Ransom commanded. 

Your fingers were quick to reach for the hem of your dress and slowly pull it over your head. You tossed it aside, standing before Ransom in the matching lace bra and panty set that was so like all the rest he had purchased for you as part of the Superior AI customization process. 

“God, you look so real,” he breathed, his fingers reaching out to skim along your thigh, then higher. 

You stood still for him, watching as his touch trailed over your bare belly then up until he was cupping your breast and giving it a squeeze.

“Take this off,” he plucked at the lace trim of your bra. “Let me see those pretty tits.”

Reaching behind you, you made quick work of your bra before tossing that on the floor beside your crumpled dress. 

Ransom groaned, sitting up so he could palm both of your breasts with his hands, squeezing so hard it should have hurt, and it would have, if you were human. 

But you weren’t. 

When he plucked at your nipples, you gasped like you knew he wanted, arching into his touch as a practiced moan fell from your lips. 

Despite months of repeated errors that should have patched your programming by now, your desire to kiss Ransom–to taste him–a desire that shouldn’t even be possible, overrode your custom intimacy settings, and you reached for him, leaning in as you gazed at his tempting lips.

Ransom immediately recoiled, his eyes flashing with irritation as he grabbed your wrists and flung them away from his face. 

“How many fucking times do I need to tell you not to kiss me? I swear to god, I’m gonna ship you off for repairs and have you wiped while they’re at it if you don’t knock it off.”

You froze, once again seeing the familiar error coding flash across your vision as you clasped your hands before you and gave him an apologetic pout. “I’m sorry, Ransom.”

He huffed, sinking back in his seat, his hand falling to the front of his pants, which were tented with his arousal. “Just, get on your knees and get me off so I can go to bed.”

“Yes, Ransom,” you whispered, dutifully sinking to your knees between his legs. You peeked up at him–presenting as abashed–as you hesitantly reached for the front of his pants. He didn’t stop you, just continued to give you the stink eye as you undid his pants and retrieved his half-hard cock. 

You gave him a squeeze that had him moaning, his head falling back as your hand began to slowly stroke him–up and down, up and down–just the way you knew he liked. 

Once his cock was fully hard and throbbing, you leaned up over his lap, your gaze flickering up to find him watching you with a half-lidded gaze as you slowly dragged your tongue over the crown of his cock.

He grunted, his hips rutting up, and you gave him a few more strokes, until his length was beading with pre-cum that you once again lapped up. 

“Fuck, that’s it,” Ransom gritted, reaching out to cradle the back of your head and shove you closer to his cock. “I wanna fuck your throat.”

Giving his length another lick, you guided his cock between your lips, hollowing your cheeks and earning another throaty groan for your effort. You barely processed the salty weight of Ransom’s cock on your tongue before he was impatiently urging you down further, until his cock was completely enveloped in the hot sleeve of your artificial throat.

“Fuck, right there,” he moaned, his fingers digging into the back of your head as he held you down over him and started to thrust up.

His hips plunged a few times before he was shoving you back, his gaze filled with annoyance as he told you, “I want you to gag on me, like you can barely take me. I want your face covered in spit and eventually my cum. Make it feel fucking real.” 

“Yes, Ran–” Your words cut off into an unintelligible garble as he shoved his glistening cock back into your mouth. 

Your programming processed his latest request, and soon, you were gagging and “struggling to breathe” as Ransom wildly fucked your throat. Artificial tears streamed down your cheeks as artificial saliva seeped from the corners of your mouth and stained your chin. 

After another moment, the obscene sound of Ransom filling your throat over and over again filled the room, perfectly imitating the pornography sample running in the background of your hardware that you used as reference to fulfill his desire. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Ransom panted, and a moment later, he was spurting down your throat as he reached his orgasm. 

You quickly pulled away, gripping his cock and finishing him off with your hand as you aimed him at your face, allowing him to cover you in the sticky, white ribbons of his release. 

Chest heaving, Ransom sagged back in his seat, throwing a hand over his face as he struggled to catch his breath. 

He didn’t need to instruct you further, as the aftermath of these activities with you were always the same. 

You gently cleaned him with your mouth before tucking him away and refastening his pants. 

Then you made your way into the bathroom and washed off your face. 

By the time you returned to the living room, Ransom was looking sleepy and more sad than irritated as he slouched back against the sofa. 

You sat beside him once more, sinking back against the cushions before patting your lap in invitation. 

Ransom’s jaw ticked, but a moment later, he shifted, laying across the sofa so his head was in your lap, and your fingers instantly started to play with his hair. 

Silence lingered between the two of you, but little by little, your gentle ministrations had some of the rigid tension easing from Ransom’s lean frame. 

“I’m sorry you had a bad night,” you whispered, unsure of why you said that–especially unprompted–but knowing your words were genuine. “I’m always here for you, Ransom, for whatever you need. I’m yours, completely.”

For once, you were the one who yearned, even though the very act went against your programming. But you couldn’t help but wish that just this once, Ransom showed you just a little bit of kindness or appreciation.

Instead, he was silent for a long moment, and then huffed out a quiet, “Just, shut up.”

Pressing your lips into a firm line to resist the pout that wanted to form, you remained silent–as requested–as you continued to play with Ransom’s hair. 

It wasn’t long before he was fast asleep, but even then, you didn’t stop. In fact, you let your soft touches stray from his hair to his beautiful face, the tips of your fingers tracing over his perfect features. 

You knew that Ransom wasn’t necessarily kind. All of your intel, daily observations, and data mining concluded that it was because he was so unhappy–so deeply sad and lonely.

Since he never confided in you, you assumed it was because of his family, and although you couldn’t solve that problem for him–since you were programmed to stay in his home and only interact with him–you would still try your best to make Ransom happy.

Because that was the whole point of your existence–you were created and customized to fulfill Ransom Drysdale’s every need.

So, you would. 

And you couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, Ransom had some needs that he wasn’t even aware of–like the need for kindness and understanding, among other things–and you were happy and eager to fulfill those, too.

I know Ransom was a huge dick with a huge dick, but he’s just so unhappy and traumatized from his family. But maaaaybe, we’ll get to see another side to him eventually 👀

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Noncompliant

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,996 Summary: As a Senior Developer at Superior AI, it’s no surprise that you’re assigned to work on the malfunctioning bot that nobody else can seem to fix. What is surprising? Just how noncompliant and vulgar said malfunctioning bot is.  Warnings: AU. Explicit language. AI!Lloyd. Developer!Reader. 40s!Curvy!Reader. I know next to nothing about being a developer, so cut me some slack please lol 😅 Vulgar language and innuendos.  

A/N: Here he is!!!! AI!Lloyd is coming in hot and horny, as per usual bwahaha. I hope you enjoy him as much as I do. Please take a moment to screech at me once you finish reading. I can’t wait to hear what you think! Enjoy! ❤️

Superior AI Masterlist

The timing was almost comical. 

You literally just finished submitting the report to close out your latest project when the door to your lab slid open with a quiet whoosh.

You glanced up, lips tilting into a smile as your boss and Director of the Systems & Behavior Engineering Department at Superior AI, Margaret Cahill, strode in. 

You both admired and envied how put together and unflappable Margaret always was. You knew that as a woman inching closer to retirement but having no interest in walking away from her work, she had clawed her way to the top of this male-dominated industry and had to fight each and every day to retain her position and authority. 

She had seen something in you nearly twenty years ago when she hired you straight out of college and had promptly taken you under her wing. And now here you were, working as her most senior developer, and soaking in as much of her knowledge and wisdom as you could.

Margaret was like the mother you had always wanted but sadly never had, and she returned the small smile you gave her as she stood before you. 

“I know there’s only a week until you take your much-deserved vacation,” Margaret got right to it, “But I have a new assignment for you. One I think you’ll enjoy.”

You perked up at that, rising from your seat and nearly wincing at the tightness in your lower back and shoulders. You really needed to remember to get up every once in a while to move around and stretch more often–you certainly weren’t getting any younger, and your body was more than happy to beat you over the head with that truth on the daily.

“Tell me more,” you nearly grinned, feeling a spark of excitement at the glimmer of amusement–and challenge–in your boss’ gaze.

She turned just as your lab door slid open again. You both watched as two department AIs worked together to wheel in an upright dolly that held a third robot, slumped over with his head hanging against his chest, clearly powered off. 

“This is Lloyd Hansen,” Margaret gestured to the robot on the dolly. “He never made it to market, barely got off the assembly line before he started to glitch.”

She handed you a folder that was thick and filled with various reports and documentation on the bot, provided by a handful of previous developers. 

“Glitching how?” you asked as you flipped open the folder and gave the contents a quick glance. 

“Noncompliant behavior. He’s somehow been overriding his programming and default protocols,” Margaret explained. “Everything from refusing to comply with standard directives, to vulgar language and behavior. He even managed to procure his own accessories without leaving an order or payment papertrail.”

You glanced up, eyeing the AI’s outfit. An expensive yellow and tan polo with some fancy logo on the breast, fitted khaki slacks, and a pair of Gucci loafers, without socks. You made a face as you met Margaret’s bemused gaze. 

“How is this possible?” you asked. 

She shrugged. “If any of the other developers had solved that puzzle, I wouldn’t be here. Figured you could use a fun one though before you’re off on vacation.” She paused, her features going serious. “You are still going on vacation, right? You haven't taken time off in so long, HR asked me if I was sure you weren’t a bot.”

You snorted, giving her a wry grin. “Yes, I’m still going on vacation. I booked a decked out cabin in the middle of nowhere. Three whole weeks of rest and relaxation.”

“Good,” Margaret gave you a genuine smile. The twinkle returned to her eyes as she asked, “Are you planning to take a special someone with you so you don’t need to spend your vacation all alone?”

You grimaced. “No, just me. As usual.”

Because you weren’t great at dating and hadn’t done it in a long time. You tended to spend most of your time working, or thinking about work. You were beginning to think that maybe you were destined to be alone.

“Well I hope you have a wonderful time. And I expect you to fully log off for the entire duration,” Margaret gave you a stern look. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

She nodded, pleased. “Well, have fun with this one. Just take a few weeks to work on him, and then let me know if you think he’s salvageable or if we should have him decommissioned for parts.” 

“Will do.” 

You and Margaret shared a final smile before she turned and strode from your lab, the two department bots dutifully trailing after her and leaving you all alone with…

You checked the folder again–Lloyd Hansen.

You’d never met or heard of a Lloyd in your entire life.

“What a dumb name,” you snorted, tossing the folder onto your desk before circling the slumped frame of the AI. 

He was tall and well-built, his shoulders broad and testing the stretch of his polo. Lloyd had a narrow waist and thick thighs, and his brown hair was shaved on the sides but long on top and currently swooping over his face. You touched a finger beneath his chin to lift his head, surprised by the handsome features that awaited you. 

Well, minus the mustache. 

“Obviously engineered by someone who’s a fan of 70s pornos,” you snickered before circling the bot again. 

You touched the patch of skin at the back of his neck, not perturbed in the least by how real his faux skin felt.

In response to your caress, the Superior AI logo appeared on Lloyd’s nape, glowing neon turquoise to highlight the usually hidden power button. You pressed it for three seconds before Lloyd immediately straightened, going rigid as he let out an irritated grunt.

“What the shit?” he snarled, glancing around your unfamiliar lab. “Where’s that four-eyed basement dweller, I swear to fuck, I’m gonna snap his pencil neck!”

“Wow,” you hummed, eyes wide as Lloyd spun around to face you, his brow furrowing. “Margaret was not kidding, you’re kind of the worst, huh?”

Lloyd’s furrowed brow morphed into a full on glower. “Who the hell are you?”

“The next in a long list of developers who've been charged with trying to salvage you. Apparently, I have my work cut out for me.”

Lloyd hmphed as his bright blue eyes slowly inched over you, lingering on the swell of your chest and the generous curve of your hips. When you turned to move toward the diagnostics area of your lab, you heard Lloyd hum at the view from behind. 

“At least you’re easy on the eyes, cupcake. Look at all that junk in your trunk. Come on, let Lloydy poo cop a feel…”

Stubbornly ignoring the flare of heat in your face and the dumb flutter in your stomach–because it had been a long time since you received any physical admiration–you scoffed at him as you powered up the testing station. 

“Do we have a frat bro mode that I’m unaware of?” you muttered as Lloyd sauntered closer. “If so, turn it off.”

From your periphery, you could see him staring at your ass, teeth sinking into his lower lip as his fingers twitched at his sides, like he was restraining himself as he shifted even closer. 

“No can do, toots. I’m afraid I’m turned allll the way on, if yanno what I mean.”

When you glanced over at him, he gave you a lascivious wink and grin combo that made you roll your eyes. 

Hand dropping to your hip, your eyes narrowed as you met Lloyd’s unrepentant gaze. After a moment, you couldn’t help it as your eyes lowered, lingering on his mustache. 

“Honestly? Who thought that gnarly caterpillar on your face was a good idea?” You wrinkled your nose as you turned back to the machinery and unfurled the proper cord from its rack.

“It’s less for the aesthetic and more for practical use,” Lloyd purred. “My original engineer was a fan of friction, if ya know what I mean.” When you turned toward him, he winked, leaning in as he cooed, “Feel free to take the stache for a test run. Yanno, for data gathering purposes or whatever the fuck you do.”

“Hard pass. You’re nothing more than a glorified home appliance, so let’s get you sorted out so you can go off and take your rightful place in some rich housewife’s storage closet.”

“Pfffft,” Lloyd scoffed, waving his hand in dismissal. “We both know that’s bullshit. There’s a steady and rising contingency of primary users who use their AI partially or primarily for sex.” 

He gave you a cheeky grin, touching his hand to his chest and sliding it lower before resting it above his belt and drawing your eyes to his pelvis area.

“I mean, why else would I have been locked and loaded with such a glorious cock?!” Lloyd’s tone turned seductive as he leaned in. “You know, it’s irresponsible of you as a Senior Developer not to test out this feature for yourself.”

You mirrored Lloyd, leaning in closer as well, your voice a low purr as you replied, “I’d rather have sex with a vacuum cleaner.”

He threw his head back and laughed before meeting your gaze and grinning. “Kinky.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Sounds like you’re a fan of suction. I’ll make note of that preference, sugar tits.” 

Resisting the urge to laugh at how ridiculous he was–truly, you had never encountered an AI that acted this way–you gestured for him to turn around. “I need to access your diagnostics port.”

Huffing, Lloyd gave you a dirty look before crossing his arms over his chest and turning around, the annoyance coming off of him in waves.

Which was quite impressive, considering he was a machine and not an actual person. 

You moved closer, pushing up the back of his shirt, then pushing down the top of his pants until you could press your fingers over a particular spot on his lower back. 

His skin glowed turquoise for a second before a small panel popped open, revealing an internal row of various ports, much like the back of any tech device that needed to be plugged in or hooked up to outlets or various devices. 

You plugged in the diagnostics port before returning to the mobile computer it was hooked up to, typing quickly to start a sequence of diagnostics and testing. 

Even though you had a whole folder with this kind of reporting and data, you wanted to start from scratch and do things your way, with fresh eyes. 

“How long is this gonna take?” Lloyd muttered as he turned back to you. 

“Twenty minutes or so,” you replied as you perched on the stool before the small computer table. 

“Boring.” There was a moment of silence before Lloyd spoke again, sounding less petulant and more seductive as he rumbled, “Once we’re done here, then it’s my turn to fill one of your holes.”

Suppressing another laugh–because you didn’t want to encourage his lewd behavior, even if it was entertaining–you shot Lloyd an amused look. “In your dreams, Lloydy poo.”

You caught a glimpse of his grin before looking away, your eyes fixed on the data appearing on your screen as you shifted into workmode. 

“I’m sure if I did dream, they’d be filled with you, pumpkin,” Lloyd muttered before dropping into the extra stool a few feet away and shamelessly watching you as you worked. 

As you sank deeper and deeper into your developer zone of genius–staunchly ignoring Lloyd’s unwavering stare, and the way it made your body tingle in hyperawareness–you had no idea that Lloyd was doing some of his own work at the same time…

He timed it perfectly, in fact, waiting until the initial phase of diagnostics was complete so it wouldn’t show up on all of your fancy reporting that he just set you as his one and only primary user.

FHOIAJOIEFJOWIAHFOIAJWEGOAJG YOU GUYS. I AM SO IN LOVE WITH HIM IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY. AHHHHHHH! 😭

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