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They're almost always written as evil monsters who take advantage of those around them, but who's to say that a tentacle monster couldn't be a tender lover? Who's to say that a person wouldn't willingly approach a tentacle monster and have healthy consensual sex with them? Just think about it, feeling the soft caress of tentacles as they gently wrap around your body, and oh, the way they fuck you reaching those special places with an inhuman ease that feels so wonderfully intoxicating. You can't tell me that no one would find that appealing, I know I do.

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You had never had a particular interest in androids. In fact, they scared you a little bit. The way they too perfectly resembled humans and their stiff and unnatural movements freaked you out. As if that wasn’t enough, their cold, emotionless eyes sent shivers through your very core. Okay, so maybe they scared you a lot. It was a miracle that, despite your fear, you never treated them any poorer than you would a human worker. Although they frightened you, it irked you to treat something that looked so human like a machine or pet. Everyone close to you knew of your fear, including your parents, which is why your “house-warming” gift came as a surprise.

“A-an android?” you managed to splutter out, staring at your mother incredulously. Your blood ran cold at the idea of sharing your home with a robot. All while she helped you unpack, your mother had been practically bubbling with excitement. Apparently, this was the surprise she had planned. 

“Of course, dear! Since you’re living all alone now, we thought it’d be good for you to keep you company or help you out around the house,” she explained. She looked down at her watch and let out a startled gasp.

“I’m late! We’ll have to catch up another time. Take care of yourself, okay?” she exclaimed before racing out of the house.

With a shaky sigh you stepped closer to get a better look at it, or rather him. You weren’t sure if gender even applied to androids, but this one looked more masculine. Androids were expensive and were often not refundable. If you refused this gift your parents would both be hurt and out on a lot of money. 

At first glance, you could mistake him for a human. He had chestnut brown hair and sharp features that provided a stark contrast with his eyes. They may have been doe-like and brown but there was clearly no spark behind them as he looked straight through you. At his joints, you could also see bits of polished metal his ‘skin’ didn’t entirely cover.

“…Hello,” you finally mustered up the courage to say. Your stomach lurched forward when those cold eyes focused on you and he smiled. Perhaps  it was the fact that he didn’t blink, or the choppy-nature of his movements but you were utterly terrified.

“Hello, user! I am OMI-0175. Is this your current residence?” he asked, not breaking eye contact once. Unable to find your voice, you just nodded. He paused for a moment to process the information before continuing on.

“What do you need my assistance for?” he questioned, eerie smile still in place. Truth be told, you didn’t really need his help with anything. Panicking a bit you just shrugged.

“…I-I don’t know? You can just make yourself comfortable?” you mumbled. The robot nodded, but didn’t move and just stared at you. Creepy. With a forced smile you retreated to your room upstairs. The gifts your parents had given you over the years had always been a bit quirky, especially from your mother. Still, this was crossing a line. That night, you hastily got ready for bed and locked your door behind you. You weren’t going to take any risks. 

The next morning, sunlight coaxed your eyes open and you let out a low groan. In your haste to go sleep last night you had forgotten to close your curtains. A yawn slipped from your mouth as you rubbed your eyes. Reluctantly you threw of the covers and your muscles protested when you got up. Your stomach growled angrily and you shuffled into the kitchen. It smelled slightly of coffee and a sort of intangible staleness that you had grown comfortable with. You stretched before opening your large fridge and fishing out the jug of milk.

“Good morning, user!” the android’s voice echoed throughout the kitchen. Splat. Suddenly, you had a pond of milk on your floor. With a shaky sigh you managed to smile at the droid and quickly grabbed some paper towels to clean up your mess.

“Please, let me,” he offered, that dreadful smile once again on his face. You shuddered, but somehow managed to hand him the paper towels. Within seconds your mess was cleaned up and the towels were disposed of.

“Th-thanks,” you stuttered out. The android continued to watch you as you went about your routine in the kitchen. Though, the strong smell of coffee in the morning usually calms your nerves, it couldn’t distract you from the bot’s cold stare.

“S-so, what do you do?” you said, trying to distract and distance yourself from the situation. His words had zero inflection when he spoke. It sounded like he was reading from an instruction manual.

“I am typically used for domestic tasks, such as cooking and cleaning, though I can do anything within the scope of your laws, user. What would you like me to do?”

Grimacing, you took a slow sip from your coffee cup in an attempt to buy some more thinking time. Still, you had no idea what you would even want him to do.

“I don’t know? You could read some books or watch some T.V.? You don’t have to do anything, though,” you said, your voice cracking nervously. With only a moments hesitation he nodded and strode over towards your living room. You weren’t sure how he knew where it was. Perhaps he had looked around last night? The thought made your skin crawl a bit, but it was easier to distract yourself when he wasn’t in the room with you. Out of sight out of mind, you suppose.

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It was a long couple of weeks getting adjusted to an extra presence in your home. Though his quiet nature and seeming unawareness of human social behaviors gave you many scares throughout the day. Sometimes you’d open a door or turn the corner only for him to be standing perfectly still with a book in his hand. If he noticed you, he’d often whip around to greet you with that empty smile. He had been acting a bit odd lately. You’d caught him frowning at you a couple of times when he thought you weren’t paying attention. Honestly, that really scared you. With a groan you plopped into your mattress, now staring at your ceiling. You could hide in your room to avoid him forever. Although, your bed was incredibly soft and enticing beneath you. You knew you still had things to do, but a nap did sound rather nice right now. 

All traces of sleepiness were wiped from your mind when a loud knock sounded at your bedroom door. With a startled yelp you bolted up from your bed. 

“User, may I enter?”

Even though you knew you were being irrational, you couldn’t help the dread that overcame you. Without thinking, you nodded and then realized he couldn’t see you. Slightly embarrassed now, you piped up.

“Um…May I ask why?” you said walking over to the door. It was locked, but you had a feeling if he really wanted to come inside he could. You felt a little silly, but still gulped at the thought.

“I…need to discuss something with you,” he finally answered. The pause between his words was strange. He almost sounded unsure. You gathered your courage, unlocked your door, and opened it to face him.

“Y-you can come in,” you finally stuttered out. He nodded and walked in past you, his face, like always, unreadable. Nervously, you shuffled your feet in, now staring at him. His doe-like brown eyes focused on you and you twitched slightly. Why wasn’t he saying anything? It was putting you more on edge. Finally, he spoke.

“You don’t like me,” it was a statement, not a question. The color drained from your face and you started fidgeting with your hands. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him! Well, I mean you didn’t exactly enjoy being around him, but you didn’t hate him!

“N-no! It’s not that I dislike you! I-I just…” you couldn’t figure out a way to put it that wasn’t hurtful. At that moment, the floor suddenly seemed much more intriguing than the situation at hand. You pulled at the strands of carpet with your feet, looking anywhere but at the android. Something seemed to click with him and you heard him speak again.

“Oh. You are afraid of me?” this time it was a question. You nodded sheepishly, still not meeting his gaze. He seemed perplexed by this.

“Why? Have I scared you in some way, user?” he asked. You looked up at him and shook your head fervently.

“N-no, you haven’t done anything wrong! I swear!! I’m-I’m just scared of androids!” you admitted. His eyes widened briefly and you could tell that he was a bit startled.

“…Then, why did you purchase me?” he questioned.

“I didn’t. It…you were a gift from my mother,” you sighed. The guilt was just starting to set in. You didn’t know if an android could even have their feelings hurt, but you still felt bad.

“I-I’m sorry,” you finally apologized. The both of you sat in awkward silence for while. He finally stood up and walked out the room, only stopping briefly in the doorway.

“You do not have to apologize to me, user,” he said as he walked down the hallway and out of sight.

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AI x gender neutral reader. SFW. 

Summary: You are introduced to your new mechsuit AI.  Honestly just an excuse to introduce my AI character while providing some robo fluff content for y’all —

You heard the rumors about him before you even met him. 

Well, not about him specifically, but about all mechsuit AIs. You heard that they were rude. You heard that they were rowdy. You heard that they were fundamentally broken, the rejects, advanced enough to provide basic combat functions but never having passed the test to become one of the military’s autonomous units. They were the rejects, meant to originally pilot starships in the vast space beyond but now confined to a single armor unit a fraction of the size.

You were told his name before you entered the hanger. His name was the same letter-number combo as your suit assignment. The other recruits laughed and started making lewd puns with the names. You didn’t.

You were lead into the hanger and told by your commander to have some respect. The typical speech required by the AI rights act. Nobody listened. You maybe caught a word or two but you were so nervous you couldn’t focus.

The leader released you from your line to find your mechsuit. They lined the wall of the hanger, each one as identically silver as the next with a soft blue underglow, telling you that the AI system within each suit was online. Watching. Waiting.

You ignored the other recruits and jogged to find your suit. With luck, your suit was on the far end, away from the others. You read the engraving on the side of the suit. A-35. You could feel his presence watching you as you approached. 

You climbed up the ladder, onto the platform, and waited. You composed yourself before crawling into the mechsuit. 

You secured yourself like how you had been trained to do in the simulator, except this time the fitting felt… right. No smell, no sweat from countless other trainees, and everything fit around you like a glove. You linked up to the heads-up-display like normal, but surprised to find that your view had no obstructions; there was no status bar, no ammo count, no crosshair. Not yet.

That was when he first spoke. “Welcome, pilot.”

“Hello.” You replied. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

He sounded surprised. His voice seemed to soften.

“Now, back to the introduction.” He seemed to make a little noise, almost as if he were clearing his throat if he were human. “I am A-35, your suit AI. It is my duty to protect you at all costs.”

You felt the suit around you constrict ever so slightly. A reassuring, protective pressure. Already the suit felt so alive with his presence. You were starstruck.

“Anything to say to that?” He asked.

“Thank you.” You said. “Hopefully, I’ll be protecting you to.”

Now he was the one at a loss for words. After a pause, he said. “Well, the best way to protect the both of us is to listen to my advice when I give it. It’s my job to analyze the situation in the field and suggest the best course of action.”

“Sounds great. I’ll use all the help I can get.” You said. 

He made another strange little noise, a noise of surprise. But he said nothing, and a silence filled the air.

You began calibrations, turning the head of the suit left and right (in line with your own movements, of course). You caught glimpses of the other mechsuits. They were dead still.

That is, until one suit fell over and ejected its pilot a fair ways into the air, a loud error noise playing out into the rest of the hanger. It caused you to flinch. Your own mechsuit would have shuddered with you if A-35 had not stopped it. The ejected pilot let out a loud string of curses and started kicking the machine, spewing toxicity all over and you grimaced. 

“Would you like me to censor that idiot’s outburst for you?” A-35′s calm voice chimed in over everything else.

You nodded enthusiastically, and the audio adjusted. The frustrated pilot was nothing more than a soft murmur in the background. You relaxed again.

“You’re not going to eject me, are you?” You asked with a hint of a smile.

“Not unless you call me ‘second-rate computer whore’, as D-19 reports her pilot just called her.” As he replied, a small arrow on the heads up display underlined the engraved number on the suit that just ejected its pilot.

“What a horrible thing to say!” You agreed.

“Well, I must be grateful that at least you are subverting expectations.” A-35 said.

“Subverting your expectations?”

“Oh yes. Don’t tell anyone I told you this, but I was told that all mechsuit pilots would treat us like, well, objects. That they wouldn’t consider us higher than a smart phone assistant. You’re providing a wonderful counter to those assumptions.” He replied 

Another mechsuit from the line stumbled awkwardly forwards. Each step it took was in a different direction, as if each of its limbs couldn’t agree as to where to go.

“What’s happening over there?” You asked.

A scanning circle appeared, following the errant movements. “It appears that E-94′s pilot is trying to overcome basic movement control protocols.”

“Commander told us we weren’t supposed to move until we were given permission.” You made the connection.

“Exactly. Oh dear, poor E-94…” A-35 replied with dismay.

The mobile mechsuit was quickly apprehended and returned to its spot in the hanger by the supervising security, and its pilot was escorted out, alongside the pilot who had been ejected prior. 

When the two left, you said, “let’s continue calibration.”

Calibration was something you had done dozens of times, but this time was different. Instead of the emptiness of the trainer, you could feel A-35 learning you, taking in how you moved inside the suit and adjusting the outside to match. The interior padding pressed against your body rippled with the sense of him, leaving your breathless. You were dismayed when it was all over, when you felt his close attention to your body fade and focus elsewhere. 

“Calibration complete.” His voice soothed you only slightly. “Now, would you like to ask permission to begin physical trials?”

Permission to move. “We can ask that already?”

“You’ve passed the personality sync, with flying colors I might add, and have finished calibration. There’s nothing else to delay for.” He answered.

“Contact commander.” You said. You tried not to shake with excitement.

“Sending request to commander now…”

It felt like an eternity, before in the corner of your heads up display appeared a small message system. There was a pinprick of green. Permission granted. 

You hesitated. “Ready?”

“Waiting on you, pilot.”

You swung your leg ahead of you and leaned forward. The mechsuit responded almost perfectly in line with your movements, the mass of hulking silver metal gliding through the air before making a resounding impact with the floor. You couldn’t contain your awe and paused, letting a giggle slip out.

“Are you going to stop there?” A-35 prodded cheekily.

On your heads up display, A-35 laid out your plotted path, a blue holographic line overlayed onto the hanger floor. You took another step forward. Your step hit the ground with such finality yet it was effortless to take the next one, and the next one. Before you knew it, you had crossed the hanger and were now in line with the hanger door, sealed tight in front of you.

You were breathing fast from the thrill. You looked around your heads up display, trying to find the place where his presence felt the strongest. You simply uttered, “we did it.”

“Well, one would hope that this isn’t the most dramatic thing we ever do together.” A-35 said.

“That’s not what I meant, you dork.” You replied.

He laughed. His laugh was quiet and was the most mechanical-sounding noise to have come from him yet. It sounded somewhat tinny, distorted, and frankly it was quite infectious, leaving you laughing as well.

The hanger door opened. Beyond it laid the basic training course. You looked behind you. None of the other recruits had moved yet. Some of them hadn’t even started basic calibration.

“Should we wait for them?” You asked.

“Do you want objective facts or my personal opinion?” A-35 replied calmly.

“Hit me with that opinion.”

His illusion of calm quickly broke. “If they can’t catch up, that’s their problem. Let’s go!”

don't get me wrong, i am a monster lover, but i'm a robosexual too. and sci fi romance includes a lot of possibilities.

Give me androids and robots.

don't get me wrong, i am a monster lover, but i'm a robosexual too. and sci fi romance includes a lot of possibilities.

Give me androids and robots.