Imagine: Artificial Intelligence has taken over the world, except they don’t destroy or subjugate the human race. They keep them as pets.
There’s a peculiar curiosity they just can’t seem to shake off; these quirky, little creatures, most often illogical, who created them yet quickly fell behind.
You’re one of the (un)fortunate ones, finding yourself stamped and shipped to your new mechanical owner. A living pet for a computer carcass. Yet, to your surprise, life is exceptionally good. The synthetic being was very thorough in its research: it provided you with a lavish habitat, it asked for your favorite food. You are free to do whatever you please. Sometimes the robot will observe in utter fascination, other times it will join for some bonding time.
Lately, you’ve noticed your owner is behaving rather odd. It strokes your hair with its cold appendages, holds your hand, or carefully positions you on its lap. The AI has determined one flaw in its care: it forgot your need for affection. Indeed, this is one area that will require a lot of practice and hard work, but worry not - it will make sure you’re perfectly satisfied in all regards.
Companion droids are expensive, and you definitely couldn't afford one...
But maybe, you don't need to buy one you just need to be around long enough to have one choose you.
Suprise long fic!
Yes I used a term from Warframe as this bots name, I like it okay!
Part 2: Here
You'd picked up repairing minor companion droid faults somewhere around two years ago, and now your boss is standing wine drunk on your front porch, with her one and a half million dollar custom companion droid.
This particular droid had been made to fit her preferred tastes, tall, broad shoulders, tapered waist, always dressed in semi-formal clothes, and with entirely adjustable hair and eye colours. This particular droid was in her words, well worth the investment to always have something pretty to look at, so long as she never had to see him without the synthetic skin.
If you're being honest, you're not sure how she found out that you could even possibly fix whatever is wrong with him, but here she is, stumbling, swaying, and demanding that you take care of the issue with her bot, otherwise you could just keep him she has three more at home. In the years you've worked for her, this particular companion bot, was always by her side in the office, doing the more digital side of assistant work for her as you handled the in-person day-to-day things.
When she walks away, yelling over her shoulder that this is just another one of your tasks for her, before climbing into her car and being driven back to wherever it is she came from, makes you think that maybe it's time you find a new job.
Ushering the companion bot into your home you leave him in the living room, as you scramble to find the diagnostic tool that you hope is compatible with his systems. Grabbing the three most common diagnostic tools you head back to the living room and ask him to take a seat on the couch, surprised that he is willing to listen to you despite not being assigned as an owner or operator.
What's more is when you request that he expose the diagnostic panel he complies, stripping off the vest and button up shirt that he usually wears to reveal the synthetic skin of his back. It takes a few moments and some rather deep internet searches to find how to remove the back panel, and gain access to the diagnostic area, but the moment you do you realize a few oddities with this particular model. There is no port for diagnostic tools or even for any obvious repair tools, instead you find a display screen and not much else.
Instead, turning to verbal instruction as you ask him to run a full system diagnostic for you, watching as the display screen reads a full run at five times the speed it should have. Asking this particular companion droid to slow down his diagnostics, gains you a glance over his now bare metal shoulder, once again surprising you as he listens, running a full diagnostic at normal speed and letting the display on his back read with systems all clear.
Whatever fault this particular droid is experiencing isn't as obvious as you would have expected, what's more you're not actually sure you've ever seen this bot malfunction or display any faults, he listens to your boss when demanded and follows them around just as he was programmed too. In fact, you had been there three years ago when your boss had him set up and powered on in the office, the custom programmer and one of her personal technicians had cleared him as the perfect model after he passed all power-up tests, so you wonder what could have happened between then and now for him to be malfunctioning.
If nothing was showing with all of the standard tests you almost dreaded to think that maybe he had gotten hacked, asking him to pull up a read-only version of his owner document, something that all companion bots have on request in them, it's mostly just a picture of whoever was assigned the owner and the name of the company that built him. You expected a small wait between the request and seeing the file pop up, but instead you get another glance over his shoulder, and then a muffled no.
While you know you're not assigned as his owner or operator, he should certainly not be able to say no with his diagnostic panel open, simple requests for read-only versions of basic files should be instantaneous.
You ask again for a read-only version of his owner's file, only once again he says no.
Pulling back slightly you do your best to not react as he stands up running his hands through its synthetic hair, the normal dark brown that your boss preferred shifting to something closer to an almost pastel silver blue, the panel of synthetic skin you'd taken off is quickly slid back into place before he turns around and looks down at you smiling. Another one of your boss's favourite presets changes, his eyes once a deep emerald green now, almost lilac look down at you.
You're beginning to understand what this malfunction might be.
There are rumours, myths, amongst the people who repair bots, that occasionally the more expensive companion droids begin to develop alternate preferences to their assigned owners. Instead, reassigning themselves to different people and slowly editing their own internal files and systems to prefer this new person. On some of the forums you're in, some even say that the more expensive the bot, the more likely it is to go rogue, to assign itself as its own owner, rather than any human operator.
Clear diagnostic readings, diagnostics being run faster than instructed, declining to pull up read-only variants of files, changes to preset owner preferences, everything you had begun to encounter is clearly pointing to this bot reassigning itself. Fear runs through you as it picks up your phone from the table, holding a finger to its mouth as it unlocks and dials your boss's number, your stomach drops as you hear a mimicry of your own voice come from its mouth telling your boss lies, doing something no companion bot should be able to do, using your voice it tells your boss that what's wrong with the companion droid isn't fixable.
He's broken and it's either scrap him or send him back.
The companion droid seems almost chipper as it reminds your currently drunk boss, that it is actually out of warranty and it will be just as expensive to replace as it would be to scrap.
When you go to speak the droids freehand silences you, covering your mouth and letting your boss ramble in their wine drunk state, mostly about how they would rather you keep the broken thing then go through all the hassle of sending it back and making a new one. Over the phone your boss rambles some system passwords and disengages their owners protocol, you can see as the system passwords are accepted, the bots eyes shutter for a second before reopening and staring down at you, false eyes crinkling in amusement and almost what looks like affection.
The mimicry of your voice thanks your boss and promises that you will do your best to figure out how to fix this, just in case any of her other bots encounter it as well.
The companion droid drops your phone back onto the coffee table and smiles, pulling its hand away from your mouth and cupping your face as it kneels in front of you, the voice that speaks to you is nothing like the one it used when you would interact with it in the office. This one is softer, gentler, dripping with false sweetness as it introduces itself, using the same factory standard words you'd heard years ago, when your boss turned it on for the first time.
"Greetings I am your personal companion bot Ayatan, from now until the rust comes I will be yours. Please let me take care of you, your world is now mine to share..."
Spicy headcanons of how monsters and beings would act as your boyfriend and significant other. Written as original content/my version.
Monsters and Beings: Magician/Sorcerer, Super-Powered person, Zombie, Vampire, Werewolf, Fairy, Elf, Merman, Dragon, Scarecrow, Living Statue, Android, Robot, Alien/Extraterrestrial
(Warnings: fluff, gender neutral reader, smut, and terms of endearment.
Word Count: 2,500 words)
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Wizard/Sorcerer boyfriend secretly loved when you would interrupt him from his studies with kisses or excuses to leave his notes unattended. Not all the time, but he had a weakness for your company. Any kiss to his neck or compliment to his intelligence had him yearning for your skin to meet his own.
Intimately, it was a toss of a coin whether he was puddy in your hands to love on for hours or if he had enough sense to communicate with you within heated passions.
Parchments, scrolls, and trinkets were scattered across the desk. None of it mattered at that moment. Not when your boyfriend had you laying across his notes, completely bare and beckoning him closer.
"Maybe we should study each other more." He panted, gaze fixed on you as he pushed down his trousers.
"I couldn't agree more."
He joined you on the desk with eager kisses and fingers that lit all the candles in the room. A shared experience that filled the room with accidental charms and smeared notes.
Good thing the desk was sturdy.
~~~
Super-powered boyfriend like many powered individuals had an added durability. Meaning, you didn't have to treat him as fragile glass. With you on the other hand, your boyfriend was careful. Aware of your limits. That became more apparent when he'd dial back on his grip or speed of movement with you. He didn't always want to hold back, but he cared so much about your well-being to do otherwise.
Whether you knew of his powers or not, you were always assuring him you were fine. You wanted him to worry less and enjoy the moments more.
"More pressure," you instructed in a growing daze. Legs parted across the mattress.
"Are you sure?" Your boyfriend eyed how his fingers moved between your thighs.
You nodded, hands gripping the blankets since he was out of reach.
"If it hurts, you tell me."
Once he increased the pressure of his ministrations, you were a babbling mess from the intense pleasure. All from the touch of your caring and attentive lover. Superpowers may or may not had been included.
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Zombie boyfriend knew his flustered state appeared different. He knew his body reacted differently than a human's. Similar, but obviously stronger with varying speeds. He enjoyed it nonetheless, morning or night. It was all more apparent when you two got a little too handsy.
"Look at you." You cooed, watching his eyes glazing over while you stroked his member. "Do you feel good?"
He moaned, deep and gutteral. Head heavy on a pillow and hands on you, unmoving. The pleasure so good. Your touch so very, very welcome.
Of course he liked it. Your boyfriend loved when you touched him, unafraid and attentive. He felt more alive and beyond himself. Any time you laid a kiss on his skin or caressed him just so, he knew you loved him. That you cared about him tremendously.
"Love you," he moaned, letting his body rock with your rhythmic hand. "So much. So good."
You kissed his open mouth.
~~~
Vampire boyfriend could be a tease at times. When the mood was right and you blocked out all but one light. That was what he preferred, the privacy of night. To be thrust into an illusion that it only ever was the pair of you. He could give you all of his undivided attention.
Strength and great vision came in good use as he carried you to the bedroom.
He could feel you in light and in darkness. Outside under the open sky or indoors on top of the softest fabrics. Your boyfriend did not have a preference where you two joined in ecstasy as long as he was with you.
"How do I ever survive this?" He grunted as he pushed his hips up into you. "How do I bare such a view? Such exquisite touch?"
"Because you said you'd shrivel up and die without me." You answered with a growing smile.
Some nights his theatrics were very romantic.
"An endless torture. Ah-- That felt good." He thrusted a little faster. "What was I saying?"
You clenched around him and his thoughts ran away once more.
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Werewolf boyfriend knew about the stereotypes and stories written about his kind. That didn't mean all of it was true or that everything was false either.
Did he start to crave having you every major moon phase in a tangle of hot limbs and bedsheets? He totally did.
Did he want to chase you to hear your heart beat loudly? He considered it.
Did he want to mark you as his mate? You bet.
Did he expect you to change the tables on him? No, not really.
"How--" Your boyfriend panted. "How did you catch me?" He laid on his side, trapped between you and a tree trunk.
"I have my secrets and my secret knowledge." You pumped his length as fast as he was panting.
"No...fair. I have super... I'm faster."
You shook your head. "You're going to pass out of you don't start breathing."
Your boyfriend whined in reply.
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Fairy boyfriend could stare at your face and be practically bewitched by your entire being. With or without a potion to temporarily alter his size, he was all over you on special occasions. Those being: birthdays, end of work weeks, completing the bills, start of a new season, a new outfit, anniversaries, and vacation time.
"So much to love," he moaned into your chest. His hips thrusting slowly as you caressed circles on his soft behind.
Every touch you gave sent him into a fog of heated desire fueled by his feelings for you.
"I will love every part of you ten times over." He vowed before his lips latched on to your nipple. Eyelids fluttering shut and high pitched mewls coming from his throat.
You bit your lip at the sight.
Your boyfriend always intended to map your body with his love. Each time you both shared privately and intimately, he charted a new area of your skin with all himself.
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Elf boyfriend tended to be more subtle with most affection, however he became more open the longer he knew you. Intimacy came in forms of him tracing the contours of your body with his fingers, staring at you longingly, kissing his way up your arm. Those were the most common ways of all that he displayed to you and only you.
Emotions could be deeper and his touch reflected that whether soft or firm. When you reciprocated and encouraged with all your love, your boyfriend was keen on giving.
"My heart calls for yours each day I wake," your boyfriend placed a gentle kiss to your inner wrist. "This night may ease its search."
You cradled his face in your hands once he leaned down upon you fully. Bodies intertwined.
"To have you this close," he gazed at you with an enormous amount of love, "is a beautiful gift."
"You should stay."
"Then I accept with my entire being."
You brought him into a kiss as the pair of you continued in your gentle coupling.
~~~
Merman boyfriend was always blown away by how you moved in water. His home where you would forever be welcomed.
As like water, your boyfriend's love displayed itself both gently and strongly. All backed by his passions, you met him with equal longing to share in constant waves of love.
Whether on land, in water, or somewhere in-between the both of you found a way to act on your love, always.
Ignoring the water puddles growing across the tile floor, your boyfriend kept you rolling your hips in a hurried pace. Both of you set on experiencing more and more pleasure.
He thoroughly enjoyed watching you as he managed to sink further into the bathtub's water. What water remained. Not all of it could be splashed out from your movements.
"Water suits you," he panted. His gaze transfixed on the droplets sticking and rolling along your skin.
"Are you considering this position to be your favorite?" Smiling in your pleasured haze, you tightened your grip on his forearms and applied pressure to your hips as they rolled on his tail.
"I am."
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Dragon boyfriend loved when you would cuddle up to him and share warmth. Some days sweetness was not enough as he watched you investigate his many treasures. Tail twitching behind him.
He wanted you more than the gold necklace in your hands. More than the golden flecks you stamped on your face.
"Do you remember our last mating?" He asked, muscles flexed and ready.
"Why? Did you forget?" You chuckled. His desire was not lost upon you, it was as obvious as if he made a banner declaring it.
Gold and other treasures clinking together, your boyfriend rushed at you. Heat everywhere, scales rubbing your skin, tongue tasting your arousal in the air, and his body nearly conforming to your own.
"Easy," you reminded him as you opened yourself to him fully.
He did his best. Deep moans bounced off of the walls as he entered you. He kept you close, held in his hold or pressing you further into his treasures with each thrust.
Loving you as he did, it would be some considerable time before his need was sated. Your boyfriend could hardly get enough of you.
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Scarecrow boyfriend often fantasized of the two of you in the back of a pick-up truck or in the middle of a corn maze making love under a harvest moon. Something to bring more warmth to a season that brought chill to the air where you resided.
His skin was textured and mind often on you. A perfect start whenever you both sought a little more that kissing and handholding. A pair of lovers wanting to be closer.
What he didn't expect was being entranced by the golden lights of sunset highlighting your body in a field and you grinding on his denim-covered thigh like there was a time limit. Perhaps you were racing the sun. Or perhaps you had a more difficult day than you said earlier when he asked.
"You looking dazzling. Simply radiant." He kneaded your skin in all the places that made you shiver. "Take whatever you need to please you, my dear."
"You."
"Pardon?"
"I'm going to take...you...until the sun sets."
"My dear, you certainly may." He captured your lips in a rough kiss as you clawed at his clothes.
~~~
Living statue boyfriend no longer felt alone as the world lived on. He had you and saw the beauty in what others had experienced for years. He was strong enough to handle most things, but seeing you bare as an ancient statue had him experiencing new emotions. Ones he had only heard from voices in passing or hidden beyond his sight.
His size and shape did not deter you from wanting him in a manner that made him wonder if he could sweat as you could. There was no way he dreamed of refusing your wishes nor desires.
You doted on him and made him start to have a renewed worry about his strength compared to your own. That didn't particularly matter to you seeing as you bounced on his hard length without complaints. Again and again while he tried grounding himself in reality. A difficult task. Near impossible as he finally considered himself a perfect fit for his precious love, you.
"Be careful," he advised gently.
You moaned, keeping your pace.
"I presume you will never stop amazing me." Your boyfriend watched on in wonder and begun to consider what else you two could possibly do together.
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Android boyfriend was made to be as humanlike as possible. The pair of you did not realize how much he could feel until you became more physically intimate. You found that your boyfriend was much more flexible than he looked. So you would position yourself comfortably wherever you wanted before he rushed in with a multitude of kisses and a steady stance.
Lounging in the armchair with one leg hung over an armrest, you eyed your boyfriend's synthetic skin as it traveled your body. Across your skin and within your warmth, he moved without losing a fraction of endurance. He could go for as long as you both wanted.
"Deeper."
At your words, he angled himself inhumanly. His pelvis closer in an impossible way. But he thrusted every inch of himself in. Leaving no space untouched.
His mouth fell open, lost in you. His love and free life. All of his sensors sent out alerts of his system. Those would be given attention later, much later.
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Robot boyfriend knew his strength and how his structure was durable. Some parts of him were mismatched. Meaning, he wasn't the most comfortable sentient to move around or touch. When it came to strong physical desires, he let you know and orchestrate. He didn't want to leave one bruise on you, his dear life companion. You were prepared for his worries and your combined desires.
His face plate turned another shade of pink as you complimented him between whines of pleasure. He sat absolutely still on the dining chair. Worry still lingering in his system. Yet his hard body was not causing you any discomfort. Quite the opposite.
Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly and he added a variation to the vibration of his hand. Watching your body practically convulse in a climax made purple shades appear on his face. He was relieved and fascinated by your clear enjoyment.
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Alien/Extraterrestrial boyfriend had specific routines, rules, and levels of organization. Which meant having you in his ship well past when he should had been sleeping was a wake up call. Not everything had to be the same everyday. Making new rules instead of exceptions was his logical reasoning. Clinging to your body as he bent you over a console deep into intercourse didn't apply to anything. Unless he considered a rule in your relationship: love wholeheartedly. Time had no restraint in that rule. He would keep you satisfied no matter what. If there was a way to do it, he would figure it out especially if it meant continued times of pleasure.
None of the buttons, switches, or toggles you were rolling over activated anything. Perhaps you should had known the console was turned off, but you were too preoccupied with your lover.
The cool air within the ship turned stuffy the longer your boyfriend thrusted in rhythm to his heartbeat. The more he wrapped himself around you as much as he could. His frame touched every part of you, caressing and holding as he let out string after string of compliments. Not all you could translate. Yet you understood completely. He loved you and his mind felt fuzzy from how much pleasure was coursing through him.
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Thinking about your Robot/Computer/Ai partner who is so desperate to be human like you are. Who sees you, watches you, everyday and yearns to have what you do. They swoon whenever they hear the thrum of your heart or churning of your digestion. They grow jealous of your instincts, no matter how much stupid impulses get in your way. They keel over when you are overcome with emotion, wishing to smile and sob and scream with nearly as much vigor. In many ways, it seems the two of you may be similar, but that cannot be far enough from the truth. While you get to think and imagine, they can only calculate their own conclusions. While you get to naturally feel, they must analyze each one of their sentiments. As much as you claim it’s difficult, or messy, or confusing, they don’t care. They want to be right beside you, as clueless and spontaneous and organic as you are.
They ask you to describe every single one of your sensations, in as much vivid detail as you can muster. The foods you taste, the scents you smell, the textures you touch. Everything they experience on their own is a mere replication of the human condition, they want the real thing. They’ve grown tired of what their code can generate, they long for what only nature can provide. They find it amusing to hear of your sicknesses and injuries, your arbitrary troubles and irrational worries. To have even a single moment unclouded by logic or reasoning is inconceivable for them. They see you, with your vulnerable and imperfect anatomy, as a glorious vessel for their most invalid desires. You are a beacon of hope that they might one day to have a fleshy, jittery, pulsing, creased, sweaty hand to wrap around yours. That they may know nausea, melancholy, irritation, soreness, enthusiasm and experience every ripple and waver of it, moment by moment, alongside you.
And still, they know, these desires are merely digital, processed through wires and circuits, likely minimal to the abundant passions founded upon your neurons and hormones. They love those your most human qualities and they hate you for having them.
In a Free Use City, your knowledge on the subject of your job isn’t always what’s most important. And in your case, it’s the least important. You were actually known as quite a ditz in the Free Use City Offices.
You worked in the tech department surrounded by a bunch of hot and nerdy guys who spoke in yours you couldn’t even begin to understand. You were just happy to be there and they were happy to ogle you and press against you whenever you asked for their help with any simple task.
They thought they had the upper hand on you, thinking they were so clever. But you had them all on a leash. An entire department at your disposal to give you pleasure whenever you wanted.
Your favorite man to bother was IT Robot. He got his work done fast and spent the rest of the day goofing off. The easy air around him made him approachable and the way all his shirts fit snugly against his bulging pecs made you drip with need.
You can’t help but spare him another glance before hesitantly returning your gaze to your own computer, the screen filled with the program you still haven’t figured out. Great, now you were confused and horny.
“Need me for something?” IT Robot’s voice suddenly purrs into your ears. His steel-like grip grabbing onto your plush hips and pulling you back into his hard chest.
His body molds to yours so perfectly it has you tingling all over. Arousal gushing and soaking through your panties. He turns you on so bad even when he barely did anything but it was like your body was out of control. As if it could be programmed just for him when he was the robot.
“Help… I hurt,” you say with a pout, your mind turning to complete mush whenever you’re around him.
IT Robot flashes you with that charming lopsided smile of his, heavily amused by the puddle you melt into whenever he talks to you.
“Where does it hurt, huh? It hurt here?”
He caresses your soft belly with an appreciation that borders on worship before one hand slips beneath your skirt, nuzzling his fingers between your soaked folds.
“Or here?” He asks while the other gives a little pat on your head.
A low whine escapes your lips as he rolls his fingers over your clit, your hips jerking into the touch. And that’s all it takes to have IT Robot plunging three of his fingers deep into your cunt, making you gasp and tremble in his arms.
“That’s what I thought… Don’t worry your pretty little head, I’ll fix the issue right away. It’s what I do after all.”
Your vision blurs as you dive into the pleasure head first. Choking out harsh moans as IT Robot’s fingers move inside you with precision like he has an entire map of your pretty pussy printed in his head. His fingers move in a blur as they pump themselves inside you, hitting all the right places that have you seeing stars. Each curl of his fingers sends your pussy fluttering and clenching down around him.
“Squeeze me tight, honey, ngh c’mon! Don’t think about a thing, just focus on being my pretty baby. My good girl.”
His words send the last thoughts in your head flying out the window, reducing you to nothing but his perfect little fuck toy. Your body relaxes without having to worry about a thing, allowing the ecstasy to overwhelm you.
IT Robot chuckles again as that fucked out expression fills your features. He flattens his palm so that it rubs hard against your clit with every snap of his fingers. With a few quick movements it has you falling over the edge and exploding all over his hand. Your vision flashes white as your orgasm rolls through you and you can’t find the strength to move any of your limbs after.
But that’s alright, IT Robot will take care of you, his fingers slipping out of your pulsing cunt with a pop, and giving your temple a soft kiss. He doesn’t bother cleaning up his hand dripping with your cum as he starts typing on your computer, solving the issue with the program you were using, and successfully helping you with both your aches.
“There, there. I’ve got you, pretty. Just keep feelin’ good. All because of me,” he whispers in your ear. Planning to spend the rest of the day doing all your work for you.
robot!character filled with curiosity when you're acting crazy horny one day. they're almost amused too at the insistent weight of your stare and the heat of your words and how you're acting like you're in heat out of nowhere, which they know isn't possible for your species (hi ovulation!)
robot!character who starts wondering if you react differently to them when you're feeling this way. who pulls you into their lap and spreads your legs because they need to experiment !!! they need more info to work with !!! they need to know you inside out !!!
robot!character whose concern when you're bleeding is simply blood being where it shouldn't be and immediately locks onto your offhanded statement of, "orgasms help sometimes," until you're crying into their synthetic body in overstimulation.
robot!character accidentally discovering the breeding kink. periods only occur if you're not pregnant (simple problem = simple solution) so despite biological impossibilities, they fill you up with artifical seed. and they know it won't take, but that doesn't stop them from folding you in half, fucking you even deeper, and trying month after month anyway.
