Okay, but, robots not having anything comparable to human genitalia adds an additional joy to the aspect of engaging in sex acts with them.
They would find a way, they would look to technology that humans already use for pleasure and utilize it.
The intimacy of plugging something like a sybian or a magic wand into a robot instead of a wall outlet, using them as a power source.
And it doesn't stop there. The intimacy of riding a gearstick or a flight stick until it's unbearable and their human can't hold on anymore and they orgasm from that in itself.
Expressing sexual love to a robot who feels so unfuckable by human standards because they don't have the organs to pleasure a human, but they find a way to love this human anyway, by God they will find a way.
Kinda cowardly of DE to be so shy about presenting the warframe-ness of the protoframes. They're basically biomechas. And yet, outside of combat, their anatomy is still too functionally human imo. Even the most infested among them amounts to a prehensile tongue, which is cool! I love that kind of body horror. But they could've gone way further. Like deadass, we gotta get freakier with it.
I wanna know in great obsessive detail how their fucked up bodies work. Are parts of their skin considered a carapace and thus could they shift to reveal a more sensitive layer? Are their genitals retractable? What kind of fluids would they leak? Do they even sweat, or is their temperature regulated by coolant tubes fused within their sinew? We know they can still bleed from bullet wounds so their skin isn't sword-steel like regular warframes, possibly more akin to shark skin.
Let me hear the low thrum of their internal systems when they're excited, the light of their emissives pulsing from emotion, how each of their parts whir and click together or whatever inhuman noises they'd make. These are hybrid fusions of flesh and machine, they should feel tactile. Maybe each protoframe carries a distinct frequency you can only hear if you lay your head upon their chest. Maybe Amir sounds like those idle hard drives reading data, Quincy has the deep purr of a diesel generator, while Eleanor emits the very faint clicks of a geiger counter.
Give me a Drifter (who has spent some time learning about all the quirks of each frame from Operator) interested in exploring each other's bodies routine maintenance. They only just recently learned they had a Parazon installed in their wrists, what other ports, slots and switches would they have? How would certain mods affect their hormones? I wanna know what makes em tick. Do you see my vision??
Summary: After your boyfriend brings his latest assignment inside your shared apartment, you can't help but feel unnerved by it. He asks you to help test it out one day, and it takes a weird turn.
Contains: World set in the slightly distant future, your boyfriend sucks ass (manipulative), android that's a little fucked up (it makes you uncomfortable), smut at the end but like barely, android gets cucked a bit lol, this story is heading down a bit of a dark path
Ever since your boyfriend, Farren, finished building his company's new android assignment, he’s proudly placed it in your kitchen in order to get it used to other humans interacting with it. Well just you actually. Since he's the only person it's ever interacted with until now, he wants to start off slow. And what better way than keeping it in your house where it can basically see everything…
It sits at your kitchen counter, always there, never standing or walking. Just watching. Watching you and your boyfriend live with each other. But it's not like it can move that much on it's own while connected to Farren's laptop that runs whatever program it's controlled on.
And actually it’s been great! Since he brought the android out, Farren's actually spending time with you again. And sure he’s still focused on the android, but at least he’s out of his workshop. As mean as it is to say, but it feels like he loves his tech more than you sometimes. Which is reasonable, since this is his most important project to date and his actual job that he gets paid for.
He calls it “Bishop” after the android from the Alien movies, although it doesn’t look all that human. He said it would be weird if he “looked like one of us” whatever that means.
The silver plating on its body and face barely make any noise when it moves. The "muscles" under the synthetic skin move with such a smooth glide, sometimes you don't even notice it moving until it's in a new position. Some parts of the metal underneath are exposed, simply to avoid ripping the skin material when your boyfriend does frequent maintenance and adjustments.
The body looks "normal" in supermodel standards maybe, but its "face" is just something else entirely.
Completely featureless, save for some kind of mouth/jaw opening, nose slits that curve up into a kind of crest around its head, and two faint dots of light behind the screen of its "eyes". While it looks like a smooth plane at first glance, it's made of such small sections of metal that if you pay attention, you can see them move in such a way it almost looks like its face is breathing. Pulsing every so often when it notices something or when someone moves.
You try not to look at it too much. While it's a magnificent creation by your own genius boyfriend, he warns you that too much unnecessary gawking at this stage will mess with its perception of people, or whatever he said. It didn't make much sense because he said it wasn't sentient, but you guess it has some kind of learning module running on his laptop constantly.
Today, Farren actually asked you to help with its program maintenance. He wants you to sit next to him while asking Bishop to do some tasks. Testing its ability to ignore outer stimuli when being instructed. Your boyfriend sets up a set of chairs across Bishop and turns his laptop to face him.
He sighs and starts tapping away at his keyboard "Alright, lets get this started." You sit awkwardly next to him, pulling at the hem of your shirt a little. This is the first time he's asked you to participate in one of his projects, you can't help but feel nervous. Now that it's gotten used to your presence, your boyfriend wants to see how it'll react if you try to interrupt. How it'll interpret you, especially being in a relationship with its creator.
It's not any kind of official test from the company by any means, so it's a little unconventional. But your boyfriend's curiosity knows no bounds. And you guess that bringing Bishop home is also unconventional, but that's just part of the privileges you get when you're the highest paid engineer in the company.
While Farren sets things up on his laptop, you still avoid looking at Bishop. You can feel it looking at you, its pinpoint eyes focused on your face. Its been in your apartment for awhile, but you kept skirting around it, not being near it when you can. Even going as far as to ask Farren to grab something from the kitchen when you can't gather up enough courage to do it yourself. Which he teases you mercilessly for. This is the closest you've ever been to it.
The evening sunset from outside the kitchen window glints off its exposed metal, shifting ever so slightly as it processes this new situation. The company doesn't allow any of their androids to connect to the internet, wanting to keep them as blank of a slate as possible. So Bishop only knows the information Farren tells it, or rather sends to it. They don't talk to each other much, he prefers to just input things straight from his laptop. You've only heard its voice once or twice, muffled by the apartment walls.
Your boyfriend shifts in his seat next to you as he lifts his head to talk again. "Okay, Bishop, can you- hey focus on me please?" he asks, snapping his fingers when he notices Bishop staring at you. Its gaze slides over to him, steady except for a slight change in brightness. Pinpoints growing slightly in size as well. "Great, now can you move your facial plates into Formation C?" Bishop's eyes blink out as it prepares its new task. Finally your eyes rise up to look at it. the nose plate starts to slide down and out, creating a prominent nose like shape. The smaller, almost nano like, plates shifts to reach the new peak on its face. Reaching its final stage, it starts to look more muzzle like than anything human. Just as the metal stabilizes, two slits in the metal snap open to reveal its eye lights, staring at you again.
"Ha! Great! Great- Uhh face back here again..." Farren trails off as he checks something on the laptop. You keep looking at it, fascinated by seeing the inside Bishop's face for first time. The eye "sockets" are big enough that you can see Bishop actually has more than two sphere shaped cameras inside. You knew Farren's company used some specific kind of cameras for their androids, but you didn't know there was more than two.
Bishop doesn't listen to Farren and continues looking at you, its eyes never leaving your own. Farren switches his attention rapidly between his laptop and Bishop, trying to figure something out you assume. He sighs "Bishop. Bishop hey!" he snaps in its face again. It shifts its attention slower this time. "Verbally answer, you know the aim of this test: don't get distracted. Why are you looking at her." Farren asks, maybe hoping to clear up something he saw in the program.
Bishop's deep artificial voice crackles to life. "She Has Never Been Part Of A Test. I Am Observing. A New Opportunity." Farren furrows his brows, looking back at his laptop again. "So you're deliberately disregarding part of the instructions to… look at my girlfriend? She's been around before, what's different about this." A faint circle whirls around Bishop's pinpoint eyes, you haven't seen that before. It's thinking. "Closer Proximity. Different behaviors." it states simply.
Farren exhales a small chuckle before leaning back, not worrying about the laptop anymore. Now, he's found something much more interesting that can't be read from a screen. He stares at Bishop's eyes with a newfound smugness to him that you can't quite understand. Tilting his head, he addresses Bishop "Okay, then lets try that."
It's your turn to frown "Wait what-" You question before Farren talks over you "Bishop, initiate the analysis sequence, form B." You face Farren, about to ask him before you see Bishop's face change once more from the peripheral of your vision.
Its nose plate retreats to the halfway point on top of its head. The rest of its face shrinks down to its jaw, leaving a chunk of its face just gone. Now you can count all ten of Bishop's cameras in full view. Stacked on top of each other like a bug's eye. They slowly push forward to fill in the empty space left behind. A second later, each camera activates, aiming each pinpoint directly at you. Its entire body unnaturally still, hands resting on its thighs in a perfect parallel.
You feel a shiver trickle down your spine, but you can't look away. Farren raises an eyebrow at Bishop. It takes a second to pry you eyes away to look at Farren, but when you do he's already leaning closer to you. Wrapping his right arm around your waist, and his left hand guiding your chin to look back at Bishop. He brushes his nose against your temple and whispers in your ear. "You know how much this means to me, yeah?" You nod, just barely. You can feel him smirk against your skin, he hums in an approving tone as he presses a kiss against your cheek .
"Bishop," Farren rests his chin against your shoulder, moving his left hand to join his right around your waist "Observe away." He gives Bishop free reign to watch you now.
Bishop's "eyes" start watching you again, but this time you can actually see how each camera starts to think. Thin circles pulse around the pinpoints as they flick over your face and body. You try to curl into yourself to escape his piercing gaze, but Farren moves behind you and holds your arms steady to keep that from happening. His thumbs rub up and down in what's supposed to be a comforting manner, but nothing can help you calm down in this moment.
A faint whirring comes from withing Bishop's chest, overloading on new information now that it's been given permission. "Elevated Heart Rate. Elevated Blood Pressure. Dry Mouth." Bishop observes anxiety symptoms without even needing to feel your pulse or skin. But you're sure it can probably see your heart beating out of your chest.
Then Bishop starts to state more observations, observations that it must've picked up before it was allowed to. "Dry Eyes. Dehydrated. Shoulder Pain. Ocular Migraines. Joint Aches. Slight Short Term Memory Loss." Bishop pauses like it's about to say something else before its "thinking" stops, seemingly done with its observations.
You don't talk, can't talk because what do you even say to that. How did it know? You knew it was watching you these past few weeks, but enough to learn all of that?
You're worried about how Farren will react before you hear a sudden laugh rip out of him. You turn to look at him in disbelief. His hands, instead of comforting you, grip you tighter as he can't stop the cackle forcing its way out of his lungs. "Farren what the fuck?"
"I'm sorry! Sorry sorry. God I mean I knew I made Bishop good but damn!" Farren finally looks down at you, and your betrayed expression. "Come on honey, this is a good thing! If Bishop's able to get all that even with you trying to avoid him, imagine that working for security or something." He leads you out of your chair to look at you better "Plus without that, how would I know you're hurting when you don't tell me these things. I told you to take it easy with your little art business. It hurts you more than it helps with all that hunching over your desk."
You scoff "Like you're any better with that." Farren smirks "Yeah well my hunching is what got me to the top of my team." He kisses your forehead, peaking down at you now watching Bishop warily. Farren turns you away from the android still watching you from the kitchen counter "You're done for the day, thank you for dealing with me." You don't respond.
Even after setting you up in your shared room, you still aren't talking to Farren. He sighs and kneels down in front of you sitting on the bed. Waiting to see if you'll look at him, he leans in and scatters kisses up your knees. Pausing to see if you'll react, he braces his arms on either side of your thighs. When you don't look down he advances his efforts. Trailing up your thigh earns him a warning "Farren…" from you. He smirks, knowing that he has your attention now. "Hmm." He hums, switching to the other side. "What are you trying to do." You say, still making a point to not look at him.
"Making it up to you, yeah?" his voice muffles as he starts to move higher and higher and higher- and that gets him a hand buried in his hair. You can feel a breathless chuckle shake his shoulders. "Farren, that's not going to work…" you try to convince him just as much as you're trying to convince yourself. His hands slip under your shorts and underwear, grazing his fingers gently against your skin, waiting for you to make a decision. "Let me make it up to you. I know you didn't like this situation from the beginning, so after this incident you deserve a treat." He murmurs into your skin, waiting for your word.
You don't answer for a while. Just letting him feel your hips, groping and kissing around aimlessly, until you lean back. You throw off your hoodie, lay down and lift your hips to let him take off your shorts. He groans in appreciation when he sees you bare underneath him, feverishly traveling kisses up your hips, stomach, chest, and landing on your lips. "Thank you baby, I promise I'll make you forget everything for tonight." he pants, sucking and biting at your throat.
You gasp and sit up suddenly, "Fuck, what about Bishop. It's still out there." Farren shushes you, pushing you back down against the bed "Don't worry about it, I promise. Just focus on me okay?" he says, brushing his lips over your nipple. He doesn't give in until you agree. As soon as you nod he wraps his lips around the bud and sucks hard. Reflexes arch your body up into his, searching for his familiar warmth. Farren moves back down and licks a stripe up your core with a flattened tongue, intent on wiping any thought of Bishop from your head.
Outside the sun sets further under the horizon, and in your kitchen sits the android. Patiently waiting. Waiting and listening to the only sounds he can hear. The noise of your moans mixing with Farren's reverberate out from your room. Its "eyes" pick up nothing, but its audio processors start reeling with an overload of new information.
