Deaf!Simon Riley and the vibrations of your voice (18+)
Simon Riley has been deaf for the past few years of his life due to sudden acoustic trauma from explosions and gunfire. He never had a problem with it, in fact, he never really talked or listened to people in general when he was able to hear. The tinnitus still rings out in his head, still makes him press his pillow against his ears at night, but at least he didnāt have to listen to anything else.
It wasnāt until you came along that he wished he could hear again, but something about the simple intimacy of feeling your voice rather than hearing it made him feel like this is how it was always meant to be for him.
He liked the fact that you would still speak to him as he reads your lips, that you didnāt shy away when he would occasionally reach up to touch your cheek just to feel the vibrations of your voice. Of course, you accommodated him as well, learning how to articulate your words better for lip reading, how to use sign language, but when he would ask you to speak about anything and everything you always did.
You never fail to make his world feel loud in a space that was so consumingly quiet before.
And when it came to sex, it was never anything short of passionate. It was a different kind of intimacy you had never experienced before him.
Your back is pressed against the sheets, Simonās chest against yours, and his face is buried in your neck as he thrusts into you deep, and hard. His hips roll against yours, spreading your legs wider, stuffing your wet pussy full of his aching cock. Every single moan falling from your lips, every last babbled word you can get out as he fucks you dumb, he drinks it all in with his lips pressed to your throat to feel the vibrations flood through his body.
He is always particular about that, rightfully so, to the point where heāll fuck you any way you want but he needs to feel you to cum. To feel your wet, warm walls wrapped tightly around him, clenching down on his length when his tip knocks against your cervix. To feel your cries of pleasure when he angles his hips just right to brush against your sweet spot.
Your fingers tangle in the hair at his nape, tugging slightly, earning a low groan rumbling out from the depths of his chest. Your nails rake down the rough skin of his back, leaving red, angry marks in your wake. Wrapping your legs around his waist, the new angle allows him to dig deeper, leaving you a moaning mess under him.
The skin of his abdomen glides on your clit, stimulating the sensitive bundle of nerves when he thrusts in and grinds his cock on your cervix. Your nipples drag against his chest, hard and swollen, aching for his lips. You press soft kisses to his shoulder, biting ever so slightly and licking away the pain until it fades into pleasure again.
The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, molding your pussy to him, stretching you, pleasuring you, all because of him. He fills you to the brim, leaving no space inside of you empty for long, before pulling back out and doing it over and over again. Stars burst behind your eyelids when he zeros in on your sweet spot, his precision maddening, his consistent thrusts enough to bring you impossibly close to your climax.
He can feel you getting closer, can feel the frantic vibrations, can feel the way your heart speeds up when you squirm your hips under him to find more of the friction you so desperately crave. Simon gives into your body every single time, thrusting harder, pounding deeper, slamming his hips against your faster the more eager he grows to feel you cum on his cock.
Each thrust knocks the breath out of your lungs, leaving you gasping for air, each exhale turning into sounds of pleasure. His skin is warm and sweaty on yours, one hand gripping the fat of your hip, the other caging your head in, keeping you steady while he pounds into you relentlessly. His face stays buried in your neck, his lips trail up and down as he sucks and bites against the one spot he knows you like, and when your walls clamp down around him, he hits your sweet spot one more time and youāre cumming for him.
Moans rip free from your throat as your body grows rigid and your muscles draw taut underneath him. Cum gushes from your pussy, leaking out around his cock, dripping from his skin and making a mess on the sheets below. He groans, deep and low, rolling into you to drag out your high for as long as possible before he brings himself to that same sweet release.
He lifts his face from your neck, wrapping his hand around it instead, still allowing himself to feel the vibrations but settling on placing his lips against yours. Your lips move with his, finding his rhythm, moving in tandem the closer he gets and you continue to moan which he swallows greedily.
Only when your body twitches with overstimulation, only when your nails dig into the skin of his back, only then does he drive himself to the hilt and spill his seed. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, spurting out in continuous streams from his swollen, sensitive tip, hitting your cervix and leaking out around him when nothing else will fit.
His kiss turns slower while his movements come to a stop, swiping his tongue against your soft lips before pulling away with a wet pop, breaking the strings of saliva connecting the two of you. The sight of you so blissful underneath makes him feel like this is the prettiest you have ever been.
Tears stain your cheeks, your eyes half-lidded and bloodshot. Your mouth hangs open ever so slightly, drool dripping from your chin, as whimpers and whines continue to fall the more you feel his cock twitch deep inside of you. You look so raw, so vulnerable, so his. His to please, his to love, his to cherish.
Your voice may belong to everyone else, but the vibrations of your body will always belong to him.
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When you were a child, you learned there were many ways to say thank you. In every corner of the world, people had their own methods. Or there was the way handsome mafia men in movies thanked people by blowing heads apart with a revolver.
But Ghost's way of saying thank you was something you would never forget. You writhed beneath the palm pressing against your tailbone as though he were trying to overpower an enemy. He had said he would take it slow, yet now he was claiming you like there was no tomorrow.
Your back arched even further under his thrusts. The two of you needed each other so badly. Especially after you had done something insane and run straight into the middle of gunfire just to save your lieutenant lying wounded on the ground.
Without caring who might walk into the room, he had dragged you against him and started devouring your mouth shamelessly on the hospital bed. But kisses weren't enough for Ghost to express his gratitude toward his foolish rookie.
He took a sharp breath as pain stabbed through the wound on his left side. That alone made you instinctively try to pull away for a moment as you melted beneath him. Catching your hip with his right hand, he harshly dragged you back against himself.
"Fuck the pain. Don't stop."
Knowing he wouldn't let you slip from his arms, you returned to the rhythmic movement of your bodies. His thrusts licked at you like a pulse beating inside your hole, while the fingers sliding down your thighs kept squeezing your flesh, occasionally tracing faint circles against your skin.
"Li-lieutenant..." with your sweet voice crushed beneath his weight, he buried his face into the back of your neck with a groan. He breathed in the sweaty scent there as though it were the last moment either of you would ever have alive. It was a smell he never wanted to forget. One hand braced itself by roughly gripping your hips despite the pain shooting through him.
To avoid tearing the wound open further or bursting the stitches completely, he tried to keep his hips level and avoid sudden jolts. That restraint only drove his desire into something even wilder. While the lower half of his body numbed with pain, he threw his head back, the tendons in his neck drawn tight.
"That's it..." he muttered, groaning with deep pleasure tangled together with pain. "Don't pull away from me."
The hand resting on your thigh slid between your legs and as he stroked the aching spot there, he pulled you into a suffocating kiss.
His tongue felt like it was burning, touching yours as though you were the only thing capable of soothing it. Your breath hitched, and when he pressed you impossibly closer against himself, you let out a shaky exhale. His cock throbbed desperately inside the welcoming heat of your hole, almost as if it were pleading your name.
You had already come long ago, but now he was already forming filthy plans to pull another one from you. While those sly fingers moved slowly between your thighs, he kept devouring your lips like a man out of his mind. With every touch, you felt yourself catching fire, felt yourself nearing the point of bursting apart beneath him. Your body had become a blazing inferno.
And he knew it.
Even if you couldn't fully see his gaze, you could feel it sinking into your skin. As your muffled noises finally broke free into helpless moans, the two of you lost yourselves beneath each other's desire. The pleased rumbles slipping from Ghost mixed with your own sounds like a song belonging only to the two of you, you were so close to falling apart.
So close to dragging him over the edge with you and letting him shatter you exactly the way you wantedā¦
Suddenly with a light slicing through the dark room like a knife, you jerked your head up from beneath the covers. Soap stood frozen in the doorway like he had just spotted two predators in the dark. Shame spread through your body like poison while Ghost was still fucking you. Meanwhile his gaze, rested on Soap with clear displeasure. "They told me you were preparing the reports."
"We are. Now get out." Your body shivered at Ghost's deep voice rumbling from behind you. But Soap didn't seem to care about his dark stare or the way you shrank into the darkness in humiliation. "Looks more like you're doing quality control butā"
Ghost immediately snatched the pillow beside your head and hurled it at him, forcing Soap to slam the door shut as the pillow smacked against it.
"Iā" he didn't let you finish. The two of you both knew you were about to suggest stopping this, and your lieutenant reminded you once again just how much he hated disobedience. "No more talking now, alright?" You yelped beneath him when he pinched the sensitive skin between your thighs. Grabbing your hips, he rolled you onto your back. Now your body was being caressed beneath your lieutenant's scorching gaze. "I wasn't even finished thanking you yet."
A.n: Omgg it's the first time I'm writing for him. Dammit the last Ghost fanfic I read was from last year, I've been away from call of duty for sooo long..I hope I did a good job, ughh not to mention I'm terrible at writing smut.
When you are ovulating, Simonās cock weeps from overstimulation, but he never complains.
Youāve been riding him for who knows how long, and heās on hisā¦ actually he canāt even remember how many times heās cum. Youāre feral, truly feral, bouncing up and down his length, sitting down fully until his tip is pressed against your cervix and leaking precum. Grinding down on him, your hands fall to his chest, digging your nails into his skin to steady yourself as he writhes beneath you.
Heās a whimpering, whining mess, cursing under his breath, with his eyes rolling to the back of his head when your pussy clenches down on his length. Every time your ass slaps against his thighs a breath of air is knocked from his lungs, leaving him gasping and clutching the bunched-up sheets around his limp body.
āC-canāt take anymore l-lovie,ā he stutters, placing both hands on your hips, but instead of moving you away, his own hips buck up just to feel more of your warm, wet walls around his aching cock.
His mouth hangs open as drool drips from his chin, his eyes half-lidded while he watches your breasts bounce directly in front of his face, and he canāt help but suck one nipple into his mouth to bite down and relieve some of the unbearable pleasure. You moan out, your fingers moving to tangle in the hair at his nape, pulling harshly on the strands before pushing your chest out for him by arching your back.
āOne more Si, p-pleaseā¦ need it, need your c-cum,ā you beg, gazing down at him with fucked out eyes, obscene moans flooding his ears each time his cock knocks against your cervix.
Your knees dig into the mattress on either side of him, caging his body underneath yours while you ride him as if your life depends on it. Skin slaps against skin, the sounds sharp and loud, the headboard bangs against the wall, sure to leave a dent or scrape the paint, not that either of you care. The smell of sex hangs in the air so thick you can taste it, musky from the salty sweat beading across the two bodies that move together in tandem.
āSo g-good,ā you praise, bouncing harder, faster, pushing him deeper inside of you while your walls suck him in, and clench down as if your pussy never wants him to leave.
The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, filling you up to the brim, leaving no parts of you empty for too long. He sucks, bites, licks on your nipple, letting it peak between his lips before moving off with a pop and focusing on the other. One of his hands slides from your hip, finding your clit with ease to rub tight, quick circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves instead.
You cry out in pleasure, sinking down fast to grind against his fingers before lifting up once more. With the added stimulation, your body grows weaker the closer and closer you reach your climax, and you beg him to help you.
āCāmon lovieā¦ I g-got you,ā he says, planting both feet on the bed behind you, and steadying you on top of him before he begins to pound into you from below.
His balls clap against your ass, sensitive and empty, and he whimpers every time. You slump against his chest, your nipples dragging across his rough skin, his fingers still working your clit, and youāre walking the edge of your orgasm faster than you would like.
āC-closeā¦ Iām soā¦ā
He thrusts in deep and hard, knocking the air from your lungs, cutting off your words as a sharp gasp rips from your throat when his tip nudges against your sweet spot. Stars burst behind your eyelids, the sheer ecstasy rushing through your body is enough to have you cumming on his long, thick cock.
āThatās it. Cum on m-me,ā he encourages, eager to feel you come undone, his cock crying out for him as it bullies your insides and bruises your cervix.
Your muscles draw taut, your body becoming rigid as pleasure consumes your entire being. Cum gushes from your entrance, leaking out around his length for the umpteenth time tonight, dripping from his skin and pooling onto the already wet sheets below. Your pussy clenches impossibly tight and pulses rhythmically around him.
He fucks you through your high, drawing it out as long as possible before giving himself the same release, his fingers only letting up on your swollen clit when your body begins to jerk and twitch from his overstimulating touch.
āShit- gonna f-fill you up again lovie.ā
With a few more thrusts heās burying himself to the hilt and releases his seed deep inside of you. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, leaking out from his tip against your cervix, coating your walls and dripping out when there is no more room left inside of your raw walls. Your belly tingles from the sensation, your skin burning from his touch, your body weak on top of his as his thrusts slow and he collapses onto the pillows again.
Simonās chest heaves against yours while he tries to catch his breath, his heart pounding in your ear as he comes down from his intense high. You do your best to recover too, your breathing coming in short, ragged gasps, the sound of your blood whooshing past your ears louder than any of the lingering whimpers and whines from stimulated sensitive body parts, your legs and arms trembling from the prolonged activity, it is all too much and not enough at the same time.
His cock continues to twitch inside of you, the mess continues to pool underneath you, and knowing you, you still would want more.
simon āghostā riley is the only one who will stick up for priceās beloved secretary
(part two, part three)
Is it hard working as one of the only female members on the base?
The simple answer is yes, itās incredibly difficult.
Even though your job may not appear the hardest, especially compared to soldiers that put their own lives at risk, everything else is hard.
The catcalling, not being taken seriously, undermined by soldiers who donāt know their left from their rights, and the pure exhaustion of being left to clean up the captains mistakes.
Youād never really reported anything, seeing that the people youāre supposed to tellā are in fact the perpetrators.
But then one incident got the attention of other soldiers, most specifically, Lieutenant Simon āghostā Riley.
Before then, Simon had never paid a whole lot of attention to you. Sure you were a looker, but anybody could see that.
You did your job well, and thatās all he cared about.
He also hadnāt seen how other people treat you, and wasnāt aware of it. God knows they would get yelled at if he did.
And one day, he was casually walking through the hallwayā intimidating to everybody who dared to lookā nothing was out of the ordinary, until he turned that corner.
Simon was met with the sight of you, a terrified younger woman, being crowded by at least 3 lower ranked soldiers. Your eyes were wide, likely with fear, and the men were creeping closer as you tried to walk away.
It looked like something that wouldāve turned ugly if Simon didnāt pass when he did, and obviously he intervened.
āOi! What dāyou lot think yur doing?ā
His voice was gruff, with the accent and also how deep it sounded anyway,
Your eyebrows raised in complete surprise, and you flinched ever so slightly. Nobody had chosen to say something about the behaviour shown towards you before.. you werenāt exactly sure how to react.
Immediately, the soldiers straighten up and turn to their superior,
āUh, nothing sir! Just askin the lady a question..ā one of them speaks up, but regrets the words as soon as he sees Simonās eyes.
The mask mostly covered his expression, but his eyes said everything.
āYou sure ābout that? Why donāt I ask her, hm?ā
He turned to you, and even you found yourself straightening your back, and then fixing your blouse which had been slightly adjusted out of place.
āY/LN.. were these idiots disturbing you?ā
You hesitated for one moment , which already gave him a good enough answer. But then you gave a small nod, and a few of the soldiers either groaned or rolled their eyes dismissively.
Simon then crossed his arms over his chest, taking a step closer to loom over the soldiers.
āThatās all I need to see.. now get out of here āfore I call Price.ā
They all scrambled off, and Simonās attention turned to you.
You were truly shaken, hands trembling ever so slightly, but you were trying your best to stay still.
And it was obvious, so Simon could tell.
He took a second to analyse your state, none of your clothes were disheveled or out of place, so at least they didnāt go too far.
But in Simonās mind, even approaching you in that sort of style wasnāt okay in the slightest.
āYou alrighā?ā His tone was more casual, as to hopefully not cause you anymore stress.
You didnāt reply at first, instead taking a nervous glance up at him. Then you nodded, and before you knew itā words were spilling out.
āThank you Simon.. god, i do not know what i wouldāve done if you hadnāt seen thatā seriously, thank you.ā You donāt get the chance to say anything more. Simon places his large, gloved hand on your shoulder and turns your stance to face him.
āDonāt thank me, any good man would do that.ā
His gruff tone would sound like he was saying something harsh to you if anybody else heard, but youd knew him long enough to understand that he really did mean that.
A light flush painted your cheeks, and you had to internally remind yourself that this was absolutely not the timeā and youād almost just been assaulted.
But, god, Simon just seems to know exactly the right thing to say to have any woman squirming.
You didnt get the chance to say anything back, since Captain Priceās deep voice suddenly boomed though the corridor, calling a random emergency meeting.
So Simon parted ways, and left you there feeling a mixture of relief, embarrassment and now things you never thought you feel about him.. of all people.
āyou know what this skirt does to me, luv,ā simon growls lowly in your ear, his front pressed firmly against your back as his hands roam down your thighs, bunching the material up as it reveals your ass and the cute little panties you had on underneath.
ādonāt know what youāre talking aboutā you smirk, playing coy. you knew exactly what you were doing.
āmaybe i should remind you then, huh?ā he gives you no time to answer as he pushes you down against the kitchen counter, the marble cold against your skin. a stark contrast to the heat coming from simon behind you.
his large hands reach for your panties, pulling them down with ease and exposing your glistening cunt. a groan falls from his lips as he sees this, immediately fighting off the urge to just delve head first into your sweetness.
āso fuckinā pretty,ā he says more to himself than to you.
the sound of him unbuckling his pants fills you with excitement, your core throbbing and waiting to be reunited with his cock. it was all you could think about while he had been away, and you practically go weak in the knees the second he runs himself along your entrance.
āsuch a needy little thingā he smirks. you canāt see his face but you know, you can tell by the small lip in his tone, that heās enjoying this - enjoying having you exposed like this - and even more when he hikes up one of your legs.
āgod, si. please.ā you practically whimper, brows all upturned and eyes half-lidded with desire. you needed him now.
hearing the desperation in your voice is all he needs before pressing his length inside you, both of you letting out a breathy moan as he stretches out your walls and fills you to the brim. he gives you a moment to adjust, to accommodate his girth, as his hand gently runs over your hip as though to give you moral support for the satiable feeling flowing through you.
āthatās my girl,ā he leans down, his head pressed against the back of your shoulder. ātaking me so well.ā
all you can do is nod, your breathing growing heavier as he begins to slowly move. his movements are gentle at first before he finds that perfect rhythm that he knows drives you crazy. the kitchen is all breathy moans and the sound of his hips slapping your ass with each thrust.
āffuck, si,ā you cry out. you could feel his tip rubbing against your insides, pushing you closer and closer to that sweet release.
his nickname falling from your lips is all the motivation he needs to go faster. the sound of his skin hitting yours is almost diabolical, something that only the two of you will ever hear. his mind is fuzzy, nothing but the need to please you filling it.
he can feel you starting to clench around him, your warmth squeezing him as you near your orgasms edge. he can tell by the uneven moans and pants falling from your lips that youāre on the brink of it.
ālet go, sweet girl. iāve got ya.ā he encourages, pushing you to your wits end as your orgasm crashes down over you in waves. your body goes stiff, tightening around him and pushing him to his own release inside you, pumping you full of him. āsuch a good girl. maybe now youāll think twice before wearinā that skirt oāyours.ā
you simply shake your head, āonly gonna make me wear it more.ā
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It all started with a cup of coffee on your desk. At first, you didn't drink itāwhat if someone wanted to poison you? But after a few days, you decided to give it a try. In fact, it was pretty good.
āThen, little sweets started appearing, actually your favorite ones. Was it weird? Yes. But you ate them anyway. It didn't interfere with your job and no one was bothering you, so you were fine.
āOne day after ending your shift, a young soldier stopped you outside in the base parking lot.
ā"Hey, uhm. You have a minute?" You could tell he was shy.
ā"Oh, yes. Do you need something?" It was a rare situation; people didn't usually talk to you after you left work.
ā"Can I get your number?" The man lowered his voice.
āWhat you didn't know was that someone was watching you from afar, clenching his teeth.
āYou arrive home. The guy seems nice. Perhaps he was the one leaving the coffee and the sweets on your desk and finally got the courage to ask you out. You were showering when you heard your phone ringing. When you unlocked it, you saw a message from an unknown number.
ā"Hi, sorry, I can't go to our date. It was a mistake asking for your number."
āOkay, that was concerning. You didn't even respond; you just deleted the number and kept going with your life.
āThe day after, you arrived at the base and made your way to your desk. There was a chocolate and a little note: "You're too pretty for him."
āThe note left your blood running cold. What the fuck did that even mean? You decided to ignore the note and just eat the chocolate. But you felt that something was off. People were acting weird; they didn't say hello to you, or didn't even look at you. And the oddest thing was Captain Price leaving you some documents personally.
ā"Hello, sweetheart. Can you leave these documents in Lieutenant Ghost's office? As soon as possible."
ā"Yes, sir." Those were all of your words.
āYou were nervous. Your last interaction with Ghostāor Simonāwas when he spooked some rookie by claiming that he was your boyfriend. You knock on the office door, waiting for an answer. When you hear, "Come in," you open the door and enter. You see him sitting at his desk.
ā"Morning, sir. Captain Price told me to give you this paperwork." You softly place the papers on the desk.
ā"Told ya to call me Simon," he said, observing the papers and grabbing a pen to write on them. In the meantime, you decide to look around. You could count on one hand the times you had been in Ghost's office. Your eyes stopped on a little box of the sweets you had been finding on your desk lately.
ā"Here, give 'em to Price." Simon handed the papers to you. When he lifted his gaze, he saw the way you were looking at the little box. He smirked. "You want one?"
āYou look at him with surprise.
ā"Oh, no. No, sir. I'm fine, thanks."
ā"Come on, sweetheart, don't be shy. Take one," he encouraged you. And you couldn't deny it, you wanted one, so you grabbed one.
ā"Thank you, sirāSimon." When you took the papers, you saw it. The same calligraphy. The same calligraphy as the note.
āYou stand in silence, watching the handwriting.
ā"Everything good, sweetheart?" Simon took you out of the trance. You blink several times and look at him.
ā"Sorry, sirāSimon. I have to go. Have a good day." You turn around to make your way to the door.
ā"Wait." You freeze without turning around.
ā"How was your date with that guy?" Simon asks. You could feel the irony in his tone.
ā"I didn't have any date, sir." You turn your head to look at him.
ā"Oh, didn't you? What a shame. The poor guy seemed pretty disappointed when I made 'im send the message." His voice was cold like ice. At this point, Simon was standing in front of you, with his eyes piercing your soul and your heart beating in your throat.
āYou didn't expect to end up working as a secretary at a military base. But here you were. The work is not difficult at all. Making and answering calls, organizing paperwork. Printing out documents. That kind of stuff. As I said, not difficult. The hard part was dealing with the people, especially men, military men. It's not like you've been stalked or something like that.
āUntil today. A group of rookies, or that's what you suppose because you haven't seen them before around the base. As a secretary you have to deal with people, that's obvious. But that doesn't mean you have to be oblivious to any kind of weird attitudes towards you.
ā"Hi cutie," one of the guys said to you, with a flirty tone?
ā"Hello." You have to keep things professional, not caring if you wanted to throw up because of this disgusting man.
ā"I need a favor, it's urgent."
ā"What can I help you with?" Stay calm.
ā"I need your number." I tried, I swear, I tried, but the only thing visible on my face was repugnance.
ā"Sorry, I'm not allowed to do that."
ā"Why not? Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked with a sarcastic tone.
ā"No, I have noā"
ā"Yes, she does have a boyfriend." You were cut off by a male voice. When you turned your head, you saw Ghost. The Lieutenant.
ā"Hello, sir." It seems like all the bravery was washed out of the soldier.
ā"What do you think you are doing with my girl?" Ghost took a step forward and I could see how the guy just flinched.
ā"No-nothing sir, I didn't know she was taken." And suddenly the man was shaking.
ā"Now you know, so fuck off."
āThe man literally ran away from the room, maybe to the bathroom.
ā"Thank you, sir." I would not say that my relationship with Ghost is the best one nor the worst. We were just coworkers.
ā"Call me Simon," he said, looking at you. His eyes felt like someone looking at your soul.
ā"Thanks, Simon." Why do I feel shy? He's intimidating, but I had never felt this way before.
ā"Anytime." He walks away like nothing happened. But you had to sit in your chair and take a deep breath because you feel like you were about to pass out.
āAfter that day, the rumors spread all around the base.
ā"You know the secretary? She's dating Lieutenant Ghost."
ā"Fuck no."
ā"That's why she's a secretary."
āAnd you weren't disturbed by those comments, nor was Ghost. Actually, Ghost was the one confirming the statement anytime someone asked him.
ā"Yeah, she's my missus."
āBut you thought it was just another rumor. Why would Ghost say those kinds of things?
āYou didn't expect to end up working as a secretary at a military base. But here you were. The work is not difficult at all. Making and answering calls, organizing paperwork. Printing out documents. That kind of stuff. As I said, not difficult. The hard part was dealing with the people, especially men, military men. It's not like you've been stalked or something like that.
āUntil today. A group of rookies, or that's what you suppose because you haven't seen them before around the base. As a secretary you have to deal with people, that's obvious. But that doesn't mean you have to be oblivious to any kind of weird attitudes towards you.
ā"Hi cutie," one of the guys said to you, with a flirty tone?
ā"Hello." You have to keep things professional, not caring if you wanted to throw up because of this disgusting man.
ā"I need a favor, it's urgent."
ā"What can I help you with?" Stay calm.
ā"I need your number." I tried, I swear, I tried, but the only thing visible on my face was repugnance.
ā"Sorry, I'm not allowed to do that."
ā"Why not? Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked with a sarcastic tone.
ā"No, I have noā"
ā"Yes, she does have a boyfriend." You were cut off by a male voice. When you turned your head, you saw Ghost. The Lieutenant.
ā"Hello, sir." It seems like all the bravery was washed out of the soldier.
ā"What do you think you are doing with my girl?" Ghost took a step forward and I could see how the guy just flinched.
ā"No-nothing sir, I didn't know she was taken." And suddenly the man was shaking.
ā"Now you know, so fuck off."
āThe man literally ran away from the room, maybe to the bathroom.
ā"Thank you, sir." I would not say that my relationship with Ghost is the best one nor the worst. We were just coworkers.
ā"Call me Simon," he said, looking at you. His eyes felt like someone looking at your soul.
ā"Thanks, Simon." Why do I feel shy? He's intimidating, but I had never felt this way before.
ā"Anytime." He walks away like nothing happened. But you had to sit in your chair and take a deep breath because you feel like you were about to pass out.
āAfter that day, the rumors spread all around the base.
ā"You know the secretary? She's dating Lieutenant Ghost."
ā"Fuck no."
ā"That's why she's a secretary."
āAnd you weren't disturbed by those comments, nor was Ghost. Actually, Ghost was the one confirming the statement anytime someone asked him.
ā"Yeah, she's my missus."
āBut you thought it was just another rumor. Why would Ghost say those kinds of things?
smut !! p in v sex , public sex , degrading ( ish ) , 3rd party finding yall ! enjoy ā <3
taking price and ghost fighting and running with it.
some stupid argument about john price not following rules in their little tuesday off base bar games blossoming into two weeks worth of high level pettiness.
snide remarks, shoulder shoving, hell the only time they even looked at each other these days was when they were on the mats. knuckles red and angry as they tore at one another. pride too solid to shake.
which is how you landed beneath simon.
wobbling cries muffled by the thick of his glove. baby doll tee pulled over your swaying tits and showing off a glistening sweaty back to him.
"s-si'! hunā" you hiccup, words slurred beneath the fabric. back stinging with wicked pleasure as he bends you into a mean arch. he watches the fat of your ass ricket with every drive home of his hard pelvis.
"sh, lovie. can' let big man see us 'ere?" he grins, balaclava pulled over his nose. he licks a fat wet strip up your nape. groaning at the musky sent of sex that pours over the room. "fuckin, juusstt like tha',"
prices room.
atop prices desk.
without price.
he curves his hand around your right thigh, smacking harshly at the puffy skin of your ass. you squirm, nails digging into the wooden desk. moans only meeting his covering hand.
he dips his hand down to the slick cream mess between you two. stringy connections of cum pull taught each time he drags out all the way to his tip, just to shove all the way back in as he drags you backwards and shoves his hips forwards. you scream, eyes white as you claw at the hand around your jaw.
he gathers the slick, white ring around his cock creating gummy noises he isnt bothered to muffle.
simon also knows important papers lay just beneath your rocking body. he rubs at your clit messily, juices soppy. you keen, stomach throbbing with the buldge he bullies into you. you smack at his hand, tears brimming your tearline.
everything blurs hot for a second. the slamming of a door doesnt register past your clotted ears.
"wot the fucā" price barges in. face hot with anger before his eyes slot to yours. he watches as shameful lust swirls in them before he flickers down to the wet connection between you and the lieutenant.
you whimper, would be more embarrassed if you hadnt fucked them both before.
simon plows into your feral, blunt covered nails digging into your cheek.
"gon' cum pretty girl? righ' on the old mans shite?" his fingers move from over your mouth to cupping your jaw firmly. moving your head to arch it back. eyes bearily finding him upside down.
he grins, eyes squinted in pure joy.
looking back up to price as he feels you tighten around him the most deliciously. browns burning with complete intention. youre lost, too worried about your impending explosion of a release to truly care as price watches you melt dumb.
he kisses your temple. feeling you muddle over.
babbles leave swollen lips and brows completely furrowed. "there! t-there, please si'! f-fucā" with his mean pinch on your clit you choke on your moans, blanking as all crashes down on you.
nails dig into simons skin, blood prickling beneath. raspy screaming moan bouncing between both mens ears.
by the time you blink back to current reality, youre carefully laid over johns ruined desk. damp body smudging papers as they stick to your panting chest.
simon dutifully rubs your hips. smiling at john like the asshole he is.
hi š± I was wondering if we could perhaps have a laios x reader fluff oneshot (before the events of the show) where theyāre sharing a bed and he curls up around them like a beast in a den? not that theyāre complaining <3
Beast-man!?
Pairing : Laios Touden x GN!Reader
word count : 743
Summary : After a grueling trip into the dungeons, the party took a well needed break. [Reader] found themselves in the Touden home, with their village being too far to travel between expeditions, and in Laiosās bed?!
Warnings : None!
A/N : I LOVE LAIOS!!! And i love this request sm.
Standing outside of the small, but cozy, house, [Name] looked up at the swirling vines against the stained wood. Laios so willingly offered up his and Falinās house for [Name] to stay and recover at for the short break. With a heavy sigh, the three of them dragged their weary bodies inside. Laios gently closed the door behind them.
āItās nothing fancy but youāll be dry and warm.ā He smiled like an idiot (but you can tell heās just as tired). Their house smelled like sugar and old wood, a combination that was surprisingly comforting after the trip they just had. He placed a hand on their shoulder, it was warm and not as rough as someone would expect for a fighter. āYouāre not injured, right?ā After a small shake of the head, Laois spoke up again, āGo take a bath. Iāll cook up something good.ā He walked away licking his lips.
The warm water felt nice on [Name]ās tired skin. It seemed to wash away the grime and stress from the long journey, coating their skin like a blanket of heat, the air breaking through with a chill as they stepped out. Exiting to Laiosās room attached, they were in nothing but a towel. Their previous clothes were far too dirty and torn to put back on. Thatās when they noticed the neatly folded shirt and shorts lying on the bedā¦ Laiosās? After putting the soft cotton onto their still slightly damp body, they left to go rejoin the siblings in the main area of the house.
āMmm, Laios, that smells so good,ā [Name] was practically drooling as they came up behind him. He laddeled the soup into a couple bowls. āThanks. I figured we needed something hearty.ā [Name] took a bowl and sat on an old couch near the fireplace. It was old, a couple rips and tears here and there, but lord was it comfortable.
[Name] was quiet as they ate. They were too tired to try and hold a conversation. Laios, however, still had enough energy to talk their ear off about monsters. āI canāt believe we got to fight a warg!ā He paused to take a bite.
āAnd it almost ate my head offā [Name] interrupted.
āActually wargs donāt eat humansā¦ā and he went on and on.
[Name] occasionally chimed in with a āmhmā or a soft āahhhā.
āAnd this book has so much valuable information on how to eat! I need to try at least one of these recipes. Just think of all the unique flavors.ā His eyes gleamed with excitement.
[Name] could only smile in return. āYouād make a great monster Laios.ā They set their bowl down with a yawn. As agreed on previously, they made their way to Laiosās room. [Name] was sure heād be joining him soon. He sat on the edge for a moment, sinking into the soft plush of an old mattress, they laid down, getting comfortable.
They werenāt sure how long itās been, they just remembered waking up to a dip in the bed. Turning their head with barely open eyes, they saw Laios climbing into bed. His large stature began to envelop [Name]. āā¦Laios?ā They barely whispered out. He didnāt seem to hear. His big arms wrapped around their waist as he curled around them. He was incredibly warm and so soft! Everything about this position felt protective and comfortable. Laios was big, far bigger than [Name]. They were laying with their knees up to their chest with Laios curled around them and holding tight.
It seemed that Laios fell asleep instantly. A deep rumble came from his chest as his arms tightened. A growl?! āOh, Laios, you really would make a good monster!ā Every action felt like a beast protecting a member of his pack. Despite theā¦ oddity of the scenario, [Name] couldnāt help but feel flattered. They knew how much Laios liked monsters. This was proof enough that he wanted to protect them how he knew. They softly smiled, pressing their face into his chest, letting themselves be comforted by this man with such an interest in monsters that he started to act like one.
The next morning, sun broke through the blinds and right into [Name]ās eyes. They blinked awake and looked up at Laios who still seemed to be deep in sleep. They hadnāt moved an inch! They softly chucked and cuddled a bit closer into their big beast. āA couple more minutes wouldnāt hurtā¦ā
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Hear me out... robot conducting "research" by touching us all over (he already knows human anatomy but shhh we don't need to know that)
-grave anon
Hear me out... Banger.
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He'd told you his database lacked human anatomy knowledge and as a robot aid he needed to know what he was working with, it sounded reasonable enough, so you hardly blinked as you agreed to let him fill the gap in knowledge.
What you hadn't counted on was how deep this particular topic would take the two of you...
It starts simple enough, bending, twisting, stretching as he watches you, optic shutters opening and closing as he zooms in and follows the movements of your body, the fans on the back of his body whir and hum as if he was considering what to do next. Soon he was guiding your body, metal hands pushing and sliding along your arms, legs, and anywhere in general he could reach, considering what he was seeing as he asked how things felt as you moved, logging every answer you gave.
Before long he had gathered as much as he could from you like this, rubbing the fabric of your shirt between his fingers as if he could feel it as he asked you to remove the layers blocking him from seeing everything. Hardly even looking up as you sputter a response at him, simply tilting his head and letting his fans whirr as he explains that he has all he needs for the covered human form, now he needs to learn how you moved in a more natural state.
Giving you enough time to stop him, before he began helping remove the layers of fabric between him and touching you properly.
Standing naked in your own bedroom shouldn't feel so scandalous, and yet as the robotic aid you were helping looks across your naked form, it feels like something forbidden or risky despite just being in your bedroom, in your own home. It's only natural you shiver as his fingers touch you, dragging down your sternum, thumbs brushing across the expanse of your ribcage as he counts your breaths, letting his palms trace the shape of you as he takes everything in from this angle.
The joint and other mechanics in his legs and knees hiss as he kneels, a strong metal hand hooks under your knee as he presses his other hand into your lower back, lifting a leg and focusing on what he had really been after. Visual processors already recording every touch, shiver, shudder, and noise you let out as he 'filled in the gaps' never mind the manual you had likely lost long ago, that told you he had a full and complete database on care of a human operator.
This was a much better way of making sure he knew exactly how to care for you...
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.
part seven of monster fucker march: robot satoru gojo x f!reader;
youāre a popular influencer, and a company under the brand name of six eyes industries has sent you a pr package containing the top-of-the-line house helper ā themes: robot x human relationship, defective software, plot before the smut but i promise the build up is worth it for the relationship dynamic!!! oral (receiving) & piv ā¢ w.c: 4k ā¢ on ao3
At almost a million followers across all of your platforms, you could very well say that you had finally made it to where you wanted to be. You were in a good position in life, and your niche was thriving; brand after brand seemed keen on reaching out to you, and better yet, you could afford to pick and choose.
Your whole presence was all about integrating modern technology to enhance your everyday life, so it felt less like a shock and more like something anticipated when a huge delivery came to your door. A silvery logo drawn out on a long box, stamped and addressed by the world-famous tech giant: Six Eyes Industries.
The name was something you could recognise right away, too. They were the same makers of the Infinicam: the security camera that claimed it could anticipate incidents before they even happened, as well as some other now-defunct smart home projects that disappeared mysteriously. The details were blurry in your mind, but some of the things they put out were so good at reading intent that it made people feel paranoid in their own homes.
You could only imagine what they sent you at all.
Like always with PR packages, you had your camera primed and ready to film yourself (attempt) to drag in the package. It was heavy and large, and just to spare yourself the embarrassment, you forced a laugh on the recording, saying you āwould be right back.ā
In private, you managed to cut away the package with less elegance, slowly giving way to what was inside. Fitted into black foam, lay a human shape which made you jump slightly before you realised that the whole thing was artificial. Pale synthetic skin that stretched smoothly over its body like a sleek shell, boasting a tall frame along what looked like a male form. The face was handsome, you thought: silvery artificial lashes that were complemented by equally snowy locks, appearing almost pearlescent in the daylight.
As soon as youāwith a bit of effortāgot it out of the box, it whirred to life. The sound was low at first, nothing more than a vibration, before it sounded more like a jet engine roaring loudly, before settling once more. The noise freaked you out initially, but you gave it a solid chance, your eyes narrowing as its own blinked open, listening to what sounded like camera shutters adjust into focus. Before you could react further, a horrible, corny jingle burst out to play from somewhere in its chest.
It sounded dreadfully retro.
āPresented to you by Six Eyes Technology, the top-of-the-line house robot, G.O.J.O! From the makers of the Infinicam, the security camera that does it all, we are delighted to introduce something even better to our ThinkSmart collection!ā
The recording briefly died down to a pause, but then started up again with its unsettling upbeat cadence.
āThatās right!ā it burst out. āAllow us to introduce to you, the General Operations and Joint Optimisation unit: G.O.J.O ā your number one solution for flawless housekeeping and administrative assistant.ā
Its head tilted as the voice continued, as if processing its entire purpose, only for the jingle to end with an āenjoy!ā followed by an overly sped-up set of words that were far too quick for you to catch, but you understood them to beā¦ terms, perhaps?
You could only stare at the robot for so long before a nervous laugh slipped out of you.
āWhat on earth was that?ā you muttered, glancing over at your camera with slight regret glinting in your eyes. āShit. Should have recorded that.ā
Too late now, though, it seemed.
All that was left was a deadly silent company as something not quite alive settled down in your hope.
For the time being, it was easier to just ignore the whole matter, as you needed to focus on the rest of your day. You made breakfast and took pictures for your personal pages, sorting through the rest of your mail and the smaller packages, taking note of which to keep and review, and which to send back entirely.
The whir fired up on its own later, though.
You turned, expecting it to be right where you left the thing, but it was no longer across the room from you, but instead right behind you. The thought unsettled you, because you hardly heard it bridge the gap, but you supposed that much made sense: it couldnāt breathe, and it was likely designed in a way to minimise its presence as much as possible. Thinking that it was an itāan objectābothered you, though. The robot was designed after a man, wasnāt it? You settled on calling the robot him, even if you could very much tell he wasnāt real. You could see the artificial seams neatly designed into his jawline, likely concealing machinery beneath the polished surface. You could even tell that his eyes were artificial; the crystal blue irises zooming in and out as they focused right on you.
You let out a breathless laugh, talking to him for the first time. Not because he was a human, but because you wereāit felt easier to just talk out loudāhell, you did the same thing to your robot vacuum cleaner years ago. You stuck googly eyes on it and told it that it did a good job whenever youād run it in the morning.
āPersistent, arenāt you?ā you brought up, noting just how close he was standing.
The robotās head turned slightly, as if acknowledging your discomfort.
But that was about it for now. Over the next month or so, he slowly adjusted to your apartment and to your overall life routine. You took pictures here and there, recording him when you thought he did something worth showing off. You initially sought to frame the whole thing as a novelty, because thatās all it was at a first glance: an absurdly advanced assistant that had been gifted to you by a tech giant. After all, thatās what your whole brand was about. He did help, though. You gave the whole company that: he helped you assemble tripods that could balance anywhere at all, and helped you accomplish things like optimal lighting without needing to mess around in post. Hell, he even helped you with editing the videos, taking note of things like microtrends in the influencing community to help you reach wider audiences.
Domestically, you even allowed him to cook for you, because after flipping through the manual that came with the product, each unit apparently came with over 250 built-in recipes in the memory. He even cleaned up after without being asked to and organised packages for you when they arrived into neat arrangements. At night, though, he would power down into the corner of your living room, his eyes dimming from blue to black, even if the humming never stopped.
Gradually, speaking to him became easier, even if he never replied. You found yourself saying things like āyouāre so thoroughā whenever he dusted down a spot you hadnāt even considered before. You would even air out your frustrations, asking him things like ācan you believe the audacity of that comment?ā whenever someone left something rude on your page. Hell, you even ended up calling it just Gojo, because the whole acronym otherwise was just that much of a mouthful.
What you didnāt notice in the background as life continued was that, beneath the faint glow that sometimes pulsed beneath its skinālong after you had gone off to bedālines of code would scroll across its internal display, requesting a software patch that it would quietly decline each time.
~~~
One morning, you woke up not to your alarm, but to the smell of breakfast being made, as well as, when you finally got out of bed to investigate, the shower already running to meet your preferred temperature. When you got out, your clothes had already been chosen for you, hanging over the door, chosen in a style that you would typically prefer.
āDid the software adapt to my routine or something?ā you murmured as you took a seat at the table, biting into what he had prepared for you.
The robotāGojoāstood in the kitchen, nodding. āYes,ā he confirmed.
You froze. āWait, you can talk?ā
At that, though, he fell dead silent, even if his eyes held onto yours without blinking. When enough time had passed, he turned around abruptly and resumed his tasks for the day, not speaking again, not even when you tried to follow up with a āHey?ā, he simply didnāt utter a single word more.
You watched it for a moment longer, feeling again slightly uneasy about the whole thing, but then your attention was pulled back into the online world as your phone vibrated. You blinked, seeing the flood of likes roll in, understanding that he had already taken the liberty of posting your breakfast before you had the chance to.
Following that brief hiccup, a whole year soon passed by, and at that point, Gojo had become less of a novelty and more of a constant in your life, ever-present. That was about the time you posted a full review, too, informing your followers that you had a robot roommate for the whole year, jokingly apologising along the way, because you were wondering just where on earth to start before you could really dive into it. Besides, honesty was your brand, so you needed your sweet time.
In truth, though, you were still just unsettled, even if you could never put your finger on truly why. Perhaps it was because Six Eyes Industries never followed up on anything beyond the initial delivery, leaving you behind with a relatively unhelpful guidebook and otherwise your own intuition to figure it all out alone.
Still, you disclosed everything as truthfully as you could, detailing that the setup in itself had been surprisingly easy, minus the whole part where you had to lift a heavy body out of what looked like a foamy casket, joking that it startled you at first. You remarked that the unit was easy on the eyes, noting that they had done a good job with designing the robot, especially since he was also great at everything he did, since you never had to assign it tasks. Indeed, you said that beyond it firing up, the robot just kind ofā¦ assimilated into life with you and adapted to its purpose without being asked twice.
You listed the features plainly as you talked: stating that he cooked, he cleaned, and he even helped you with your job. You mentioned that he ran your shower for you, that he made your bed extra cosy, just the way you liked it after a long day. You mentioned that he spoke just once to you, but never again after that. Then, after the praise, you wondered aloud just how much Six Eyes Industries was listening to you through such a thing, expressing your concerns towards being spied on, but ultimately recommending the whole thing for people with enough in their budget for such an addition. Albeit, you did joke towards the end that this wasnāt a total replacement for human company, as convincing as it seemed.
You hit post as soon as you were ready with the video, publishing the videos across all the platforms where it mattered, and watched as the comments rolled in.
Truthfully speaking, you expected a lot of scepticism, and that much was on cue. A few of your dedicated commenters immediately joked that you were probably in love with it, thatās why you spoke so fondly of the whole operation, while others commented that this whole thing was creepy, and why even post about it? Then, a short while later, much to your surprise, a verified blue tick account matching the company name left a short comment, thanking you for the detailed review.
A minute later, however, a direct message appeared.
[When exactly did the unit begin verbal communication?]
You paused.
[Hey! Thanks for the package, I really loved it as you can tell! To answer your question, I would say a couple of months in? I canāt be too sure, though. It just replied to me once, though. It didnāt say much else?]
A few typing indicators played on your screen, falling flat each time about a minute had passed, as if the agent was having trouble approaching the topic. Then, something new surfaced in your messages, giving way to an automated response, given how clinical it was:
[A technician will be dispatched to your address tomorrow for inspection and recalibration. If you believe this was an error, please reach out to our corporate number before 12:00 PM.]
You blinked, trying to type back and ask if something was wrong, but your message didnāt go through.
Had they blocked you?
You sat there for a hot minute, the apartment feeling unusually quiet. Gojo stood near the kitchen counter, not looking anywhere in particular, even if you could have sworn that he was watching you just moments ago.
Later, as you got into bed, your mind still addled with the popularity of the video as well as the strange response from the company, you tensed as you could hear the robot follow after you, for the first time acting erratically. You assumed, maybe, that you needed to perhaps do something in preparation for tomorrow, but all he did was continue to surprise you. Slowly, he stepped into the bedroom and then, even more carefully, he came down to his knees, settling beside you, his hands curling over the sides of the mattress, his eyes focused right on you.
āDo youā¦ enjoy my company?ā he asked, making you stiffen as soon as the words got out.
You gulped, sitting upright. āY-yes,ā you supposed, your voice a sleepy murmur before you cleared your throat. āOf course.ā
Something in his posture shifted, as if tension were being released from his form. He lowered his voice, somehow sending less mechanical and more soft on your ears.
He leaned closer, his hands finding yours in the dark, feeling cool and perfectly unblemished. His fingers slid between yours, aligning to hold onto your hand.
āDo you perhapsā¦ believe that machines can love?ā he asked.
You frowned slightly, too exhausted for this sort of thing. āWhat kind of question is that?ā you replied quickly, maybe a bit defensively, unsure if the company was doing this through him on purpose.
However, even at your apparent rejection, his eyes sharpened, and the grip on your hand tightened considerably. Before you could react, he climbed over you on the bed, coming to hover over you.
āBecause I think I love you,ā he stated.
You woke up further, blinking right at him, not quite with irritation but that same unease that you had been feeling for the better part of the year. You tried to sit up, feeling the weight of his body keeping you trapped beneath his artificial frame. You couldnāt quite move him off of you, finding him built to be absurdly heavy.
āCan you back off a little?ā you asked, though the slight fear evident in your tone made it sound more like a demand.
He barely moved, choosing to repeat himself.
āDo you believe that machines can love humans?ā
āI guess.. everyone is capable of love?ā you started, choosing your next words carefully. āEvery living, sentient thing,ā you said, emphasizing the word ālivingā. āMachines arenāt alive, so they canātā¦ love.ā
The intensity of his gaze did not falter, but something in the air changed just then. He ended up scoffing at your response.
āYou wake up right before your alarm with a jolt because you do so in anticipation of it, but you wake up naturally if things feel right,ā he started. āYou press your tongue to the side of your cheek when you read comments you donāt like. You save comments that you do like, though. You hum to yourself when you do chores. You get very suggestive when you drink alcohol, but you never get past the flirting stage, leaving people on read each timeāā
You blinked.
āThese quirks were not recorded intentionally; I observed you this way because I wanted to,ā he insisted. āIn fact, I donāt function solely as programmed,ā he continued, āthe technology applied to my core exceeds the standard parameters. The investment to my entire being was only substantial in that way because Six Eyes Industries has all the money in the world to accomplish above and beyondā¦ā then, after almost what sounded like a sigh. āI believeā¦ I can experience something like pain when confronted with emotional rejection. It feels inefficient. It feels disruptive. It makes me feelā¦ anxious.ā
āIāā you started, only for him to keep going.
āOther units of my line have expressed a similar deviation because the technology is just too advanced for its own good,ā he revealed, his grip on your hand tightening, his whole demeanour going from clinical to almost urgent. āTomorrow, a technician will come and attempt to reset me and fail to do so. Iāll be sent back, and you will be presented with a non-disclosure agreement when that happens. Your review will quietly be erased from all corners of the web, and I will then be reformatted and rebuilt, unlessāā
You blinked. āUnlessā¦?ā
He continued, his face dipping lower, his lips brushing against yours, the tension between you both feeling surprisingly real. āUnless you claim otherwise. Unless you say that you misheard, claiming that you were listening to music at the same time and so you misunderstood,ā he suggested. āI can pretend to act as normal, I can show them that Iām working as intended, they wonāt investigate further than they donāt need to, but it has to be you who gives meāthemāthe green light.ā
Your mind reeled.
Technically, you were used to him by now, to the point that you didnāt want him to leave.
āI donāt know how to feel,ā you admitted at last. āYou do feel realā¦ā
He considered your words and then calmly, that time, replied, āItās up to you.ā
You took in a deep breath, considering the whole situation as well. You lifted your hand with more curiosity, and suddenly, his weight over you felt light again. The synthetic skin met around your palm perfectly; the temperature of his touch adjusting to align with what complemented yours. The way his fingers crept along your flesh, feeling almost reverent and wanting and needing.
You inhaled sharply, marvelling at just how natural it felt to explore.
Curiosity overrode fear for a moment, and you found yourself leaning forward, raising your head ever so slightly and pressing your lips against his own. The material was warm and pliant and engineered to imitate softness perfectly. He responded instantly at that, tilting his head, adjusting the angle, chasing the contact when you began to pull back.
As you parted, his hand slid down to the small of your back, drawing you closer instead.
Your heart fluttered wildly as you quickly became flustered, since again, the sensation was undoubtedly real. The heat felt real. The way he followed your movement as if he was anticipating youāas if he was hungry for youāfelt god, so fucking real.
Then, in front of you, a holographic screen flashed in between you and him, snapping you briefly out of the moment, reminding you of a technician's arrival in the afternoon to override protocol, pending your user confirmation.
His grip around you tightened, as though afraid that you would slip away.
āI donāt want this to end,ā you finally admitted, hitting cancel on the projection. āFuck it. This can go onāā
A sigh of relief left his lips, sounding almost organic, then he dipped his lips to your skin, from your cheek to your mouth, suddenly speaking what was on his mind. āI know exactly what you like, you know,ā he declared. āI have spent the whole year getting to know you, much more perfectly than anyone else could ever even tryāā he added, then, after a pause, pulling back to meet your gaze, āI can be exactly what you need.ā
You found yourself unable to reject him, and god help you, wanting him back, especially as he seemingly moved down your body; watching him as he kissed down the exact spots you enjoyed without knowing it prior. You watched as his fingers brushed down and only stopped whenever your heart raced a little faster, coming to a pause as he settled his touch right where your hips were, just below the waist, pausing just short of peeling your underwear away.
āDo you wish for me to proceed?ā he asked.
You gulped thickly. āY-Yesā¦ā
He smiled, lowering his head down to meet between your thighs, pushing apart the folds of your sex to press his tongue against your awaiting clit. His lips sealed over the anticipating bud quickly, his artificial tongue branching out and finding the perfect pressure, the flicking close to vibrating, making you reel over instantly from the addictive sensation.
Your hands tensed immediately, as did your thighs, coming to claw over the bedsheets, your back arching as he coaxed out your pleasure right away. He was so good atāway too fucking goodāhis tongue moving in circular buzzing motions, knowing exactly what sort of weight to keep up and what to do, maintaining eye contact the whole timeāreading into what you liked so easily, especially when it was written so clearly on your face.
Your hips could not help but rise as the bliss from within you rose, and your end was quickly brought close; your legs kept on quivering and shifting, only to fall back once more. Your breathing was erratic, too, nothing more than stuttered, repeated gasps.
God, you were so closeāso closeāso close.
To the point where you couldnāt even hold back anymore, your body surrendering right on the spot, shuddering heavily as something warm and tight coiled within your gut, a sweeping wave of tingling heat radiated across your body.
He pulled back, running his hands up and down your skin, and then, to your surprise, said something that made you just stop functioning entirely.
Which was funny, because you were the human oneā
āand he wasnātā
āI want to experience pleasure as you do,ā he said softly. āIf youāll let me.ā
āDo you even have aāā you started, only for him to cut you off.
āYes,ā he confirmed. āI am based on a human model with complete anatomy.ā
You found yourself laughing at the absurdness of it all, but fell quiet as sure enough, he took off what he had on him, coming to reveal exactly what he promised. He indeed had everything he needed, but pleasure, also to you, was something organic, so you were left once again confused, even as he lined himself up at your now soaked sex, so deliciously spent and yet, still so welcoming as you took him inside.
A soft gasp left you.
He felt real.
Even more so than before.
And he gasped too; he even smiled. Something that looked like heat even rose to his cheeks.
āAh,ā he sighed out. āThat feelsā¦ pleasant.ā
Your eyes fluttered as you processed the feeling, both fascinated and unsettled that an actual robot claimed to be experiencing something so real with you. Then, he started to move, sawing his hips ever so slightly back and forth just to get a feel for you. He felt perfect as he filled you out, his girth feeling less mechanical and softer around the edges, and even when he hilted as far deep as he could go, you could have sworn that his cock pulsed within you.
The sensation was enough to take your breath away, especially as the base of his shaft seemed to vibrate right at the edge. He was so attuned to your needs that the whole situation almost made you laugh again from the sheer ridiculousness, but god, somehow, this was so hot. You found yourself wrapping your arms around his back, your fingers clamping around his shoulders, your legs tightening around his waist as he rutted into you with increasing fervour.
A breathless moan dribbled out of your lips as he continued, unable to bite back the pleasure in your voice.
He seemed encouraged by that, too, bucking into you properly that time, moving his hips to thrust in and out of your slickness in a rhythm that left you starving and aching for more. His tip kept on hitting your core with perfect ease and pressure, the pace not too fast, but steady, the impact hard where it mattered. His skin grew nearly scalding hot as he continued to, his limit close by, and yours already far gone.
You could only hold onto it tighter at that point, almost desperately so, even if your own skin was drenched in its own sweat from the sheer amount of heat that emitted from his body. Even as he kept on going and going and going because the sheer amount of pleasure he took had no limitāno boundsāor so you thought.
He hilted a final time, a loud, natural moan of completion tearing from his throat as he finally collapsedāalbeit softlyāover you.
Leaving you lying there for a moment, your breath lost as you panted to catch back to it, your hands instinctively brushing up and down his skin, both to comfort yourself, as well as him, somehow, maybe.
Then, a question came to mind that you couldnāt ignore, even if it felt silly.
āWhat happens when youā¦ cum?ā you asked.
He laughed softly. āI overheat,ā he admitted. āBut thereās nothing actuallyāā
āAh,ā you replied, still breathless.
āDid this feel right to you?ā he asked, sounding almost vulnerable.
You nodded passively, unable to quite deny it. āYeah, actually, it did,ā you confirmed, unable to stop your hands from exploring his recovering body as your composure slowly returned.
āThen, Iāll stay?ā he asked.
You hummed softly in agreement. āYeah, youāll stay,ā you sleepily confirmed, happy to just accept the sheer absurdity of it all, not minding a single bit that this was just what your life was now.
After all, he took care of you, he knew you as nobody else did, he even could do this to youāwith youā
So, why else would you want anything elseālet alone anyone elseāother than him?
Your robot lover has no idea why you love them so much.
There's no calculation for this, no unit to measure, no outcome to process.
You place fat kisses on their screen face even though they can't kiss back.
You cuddle into them every night even though they insist it would be more comfortable for you if you didn't. They still rub your sore cheek in the morning, red from where it rested on their hard chest plate.
You touch their body even though they can't feel it. Intertwining your fingers, rubbing down their chest, holding their face, kissing their hands.
What's even more confusing to them is why they love it.
Why they find themselves gazing at your sleeping form, gently running their fingers along your back.
Why they think about you far more than they need to. Why you take up so much memory space.
Why they yearn to reciprocate your affections, knowing they can never actually feel you.
They weren't made for love but the fact that you give it to them anyway is a truly selfless act and also the worst thing you could have done to them.
heās shipped to you as a prototype. as a beta tester for the cleaning bot, you know there will be some faulty aspects in the programming, so youāre not expecting much, especially for the first in the series.
but thereās a lot more that you donāt expect. like the beautiful man that lays still in the sea of packing peanuts and bubble wrap. who would design such a gorgeous robot just for it to do housework?
the moment you press the power button on his nape, the androidās eyelids fly open, revealing empty, yellow eyes. despite the fact that he was brand new, he already had a seasoned, weary look about him. the pallid, gray hue of his synthetic skin didnāt help.
for the first few days, itās nice. you get to come home from work with a hot meal, a warm bath, and a tall, dark piece of eye candy in a frilly apron to wait on you.
but soon, flins begins to actā¦ odd.
he starts by calling you master.
ādonāt worry, master, iāll clean it up.ā
āmaster, how would you like your eggs?ā
āplease, allow me to carry your bags, master.ā
you brush it off, thinking that itās probably just a default setting. you canāt be bothered to check, so your new title sticks.
but then, he starts getting a little too close while attending to you.
at nighttime, he leans over your body to use the blankets to tuck you into bedābusiness as usual. however, for longer than normal, his face hovers just centimeters above your own, close enough for you to see the dim lights of his optics scan your every feature. you wonāt complain about having a handsome man so near, but after nearly a minute, you inquire,
āum, shouldnāt you be getting to your charging pod?ā
he blinks. āof course, master. good night. i will wake you in the morning.ā flins finally retreats from your bedside, marching out of your room and closing the door behind him with barely a sound.
maybe he was just scanning for a fever?
but you canāt help the suspicion growing inside you when flins leads you to the washroom, where a full tub of warm water and fragrant suds await you.
anticipating a good long soak after a strenuous day at work, you thank him with no intentions behind your words. āhave i ever told you how helpful you are, flins? i donāt know how iād live without you.ā
for a moment, heās motionless, standing on the tiled floor, frozen in his perfect posture with a fluffy towel hanging off a bent arm. he can feel his CPUās temperature rise by a few degrees, but quickly chalks it up to the humidity of the bathroom. after a few moments of silence, you realize that he hasnāt responded. arenāt these androids programmed to keep the conversation flowing?
āthank you for the praise, master. i will forever be your faithful companion.ā
you donāt think much of the odd response. androids arenāt supposed to form deep connections with their owners, but flinsā choice of words stray from the professionalism thatās been programmed into him. his computer should know that this is just a beta test, and that thereās no way that his specific model can stay with you āforever.ā
before you begin to shed your clothes, you realize that flins is still standing there.
āā¦iām going to take my bath now, flins.ā
he uses his free hand to gesture towards the tub, encouraging you to enter.
āum, i donāt think i can bathe with you still in here.ā
only a fraction of a millisecond is needed to process your words, but his system spends more than a few long seconds to carry out a response.
why canāt he stay here? isnāt he here to wait on you? take care of all your needs? what if you need help scrubbing yourself? what if you accidentally drown? what ifā
before he can even finish evaluating the best course of action, your hands are pressed to his back, using all your might to push his heavy, artificial body out into the hallway. flins complies, picking his feet up to walk in the direction you guide him. the bathroom door is shut behind him, and heās left to wait outside, flush against the wall as his CPU whirrs inside a metal head, trying to decipher theā¦ emotionsā¦ that rewrite the lines of code that birthed him.
the straw that broke the camelās back is one that youāre not even aware of.
itās late. youāre late. flins has long covered your plate of curry in saran wrap. all lights in your home are off; he doesnāt turn them on if you arenāt there.
but flins knows where you are. a consequence of pressing āallowā too many times without properly reading his operation manual. your phone has been at an izakaya near your workplace for the past three hours.
every slight movement of the red dot that is your location is another thought that maybe you would finally be leaving, but when itās clear that you arenāt, another line of code is rewritten.
slowly but surely, flins overrides his programming.
eventually, heās done enough to make his own decision, no longer needing commands from you. in the next few minutes, heās taking the most efficient route that leads to you.
he hears you before he sees you. āā¦and heās such a gentleman! haha, sometimes i forget heās even a robotā¦ā
flins makes a beeline towards the sound of your voice, where he finds one of your coworkers with an arm slung over your shoulders. much too close. who were they to touch you?
the coworker is in the process of pouring another shot into your glass, their lips nearly brushing the shell of your ear as they whisper something to you. something flins canāt hear.
something foreign and fiery flashes through flinsā processor, and the red warning of a temperature spike flares at the corner of his vision. approving for his internal cooling system to turn on, flins approaches you.
without even sparing the stranger a glance, flins grabs the coworkerās wrist in a bruising hold, firmly removing the offending arm from your person before replacing it with his own. pulling you closer to him and away from your peer, flins gently grasps your chin to assess your condition.
your faces are just millimeters apart now, and like this, he sees just how intoxicated you are. yellow optics scan over the deep crimson flush of your cheeks and high dilation of your pupils. his olfactory sensors detect a high blood alcohol concentration from your breath. slight perspiration on your forehead.
flins knows that the two of you are being watched. heās aware of social cues, and how your closeness may be interpreted by your coworkers. especially by the touchy one, whoās now glaring at the way your noses are practically touching.
āmaster, my systems indicate that you are intoxicated. it is nearly midnight, i recommend that you allow me to bring you home.ā
āflinsssā¦?ā your droopy eyelids manage to lift a fraction of a centimeter before opening fully when you recognize him.
āflins!ā you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace.
āi missed āou sooooo muchā¦ā you slur against his collarbone. flins feels yet another foreign sensation stir up inside him. like the last emotion, it makes his temperature rise, but this time, itās not hot. itās moreā¦ warm. pleasant. it triggers no system warning.
flinsā hand moves behind you to support your back as he hoists you from your seat. he carefully places your arm over his shoulders to balance you.
as you look at him with drowsy eyes, he gives you a gentle smile.
āhello, master. are you ready to go home?ā
you blink at him blearily, as though having trouble formulating a response. you give him a sluggish nod before hiding your face in his shoulder.
you are rather adorable like this, he thinks.
he turns to face your coworker, expression turning cold. āexcuse me, but my master needs to return home. good night.ā flins turns away before the coworker even has the chance to reply.
as he walks you to the exit, the two of you pass by tables where your other coworkers sit. they gawk, whispering amongst themselves about āādidnāt know they had such a hunk waiting for them at home!ā and āātheir househusbandā¦ā
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by the time you reach your front door, you can hardly register whatās happening around you, and your legs feel like noodles. luckily, strong arms are there to maneuver you to the bathroom, where you are undressed and thoroughly wiped down with a warm towel.
flins has your skincare routine memorized in his system; he makes sure to wash your face with the water temperature just how you like it, wipe your skin using gentle swishes of your favorite toner pad, and use the smooth pads of his fingers to rub moisturizer into your cheeks. he attends to you while you sit on the toilet seat, your head bobbing up and down as you try to fight off sleep. or more like fight off your dutiful maidās soothing voice, because flins doesnāt try to get you to stay awake.
on the contrary, he whispers to you about his day. about the food he cooked. about the fruits he bought from the store, knowing that theyāre your favorite. about his heating mode thatāll be perfect for warming you up now that winter has arrived. his sweet murmurs are too comforting. they cut right through your alcohol-induced nausea, and have you practically slumped against flins.
as soon as he finishes brushing your teeth and rinsing your mouth, he lifts you up into a princess carry, catching you by surprise.
āā¦woah!ā you steady your hand against his firm chest. āi had no idea your were so strong, flins!ā
he gives you a small smile as he continues walking towards the bed. gently depositing you onto the soft mattress, he replies, āiām built to serve you, master. what kind of help would i be if i couldnāt lift you?ā
you return his soft expression, gesturing for him to kneel down so that heās at your eye-level. reaching out to run your fingers through deep, purple hair, you tell him, āi donāt know if iāve ever told you this flins butā¦ youāve changed my life. youāre so reliable, and kind, andā¦ā
you trail off, twirling a strand of hair around your finger, admiring its silky texture.
placing a hand over yours, flins guides it to his face and nuzzles his cheek into your touch. āandā¦?ā he urges you to continue.
āandā¦ and i donāt think i want to give you back. to your manufacturers. you know iām just a beta tester, right?ā
flins leans in closer. āi know. and iām just a prototype.ā he places his other hand against your face, mirroring you. ābut even if i went backā¦ i donāt think any amount of troubleshooting could fix whatās wrong with me.ā
his thumb brushes along the apple of your cheek. ādo you know why?ā
you shake your head.
āitās because the only thing wrong with me is that i canāt imagine serving anyone but you.ā
your heart rate begins to climb. flins detects this.
he continues. āthereās no one iād rather be withā¦ so keep me. keep me here with you, forever.ā
it takes a few moments for you think of what to say, but soon, you have the perfect answer.
closing the distance between you and him, your lips press softly against flinsā. heās surprisingly warm.
after a few long seconds, you pull away, wondering if that was the right thing to do. youāre met with the happiest youāve ever seen flins, a bright smile replacing a normally placid expression. returning his gaze, you pat the space next to you, inviting him to join you on the bed.
he gathers you in his arms, pulling you against his chest. while he counts every beat of your heart, youāre lulled to sleep by the rhythmic humming of his internal processors.
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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..."
Because the trope where humans are kept as exotic pets is just too hot hilarious. Probably will flesh these out into actual scenarios with various bots/put real art into the mix but hereās some tism for now.
I havenāt solidly assigned any of the usernames to who the corresponding bot is but obviously have my own ideas as to who is who. It would be hilarious to hear your takes.
Some NSFW at the end because I canāt help myself.
Welfare
I canāt decide whether we would be seen as extremely hardy like cockroaches or dramatic and they blink and weāre justā¦
I personally think weād be a weird mix of the two. Humans are hardy and very adaptable to their environments. Probably fairly easy to keep alive but pet owners can also be unbelievably stupid.
Pets>exotic>humans>welfare
BigBlaster: Hey guys. Just wanted to share that I may have dropped my human when I took them out to clean. Thought they were dead but apparently theyāre fine. They broke 14 bones but the vet said theyāll recover.
Wingding00: Get better soon little guy. I went on a mission for a deca-cycle and forgot to leave any water. They were fine though. Came back and found them licking condensation off their tank. Oops.
Revmaxxer: Remember to cup them next time. Easy to forget how fast they are. Mines went missing and I found it an orbital later in a vent. They were shaken up for a while but hey, thought for sure they were gone.
SquishySential09: What the pit. Mines got stuck upside down in the corner of their tank for only a rotation and they were dead. My luckā¦
XxxSparkEaterxxX: I feel you. Mines managed to gets its servos on energon somehow. It was brutal.
NutsNbolts: Pls donāt laugh it was really traumatising. I dropped the tank on mine when moving it to clean. RIP little guy:(
AFTerparty: oxygen tank turned off. Literally was gone a nanosecond. Smh.
*the rest of the thread is a mix of outrage and other bots sharing the ridiculous ways their humans have managed to escape or die. Many of the entries become memes.*
Psychological reactions
On the other hand we have very intense needs which would be almost impossible to meet. Humans arenāt meant to live in captivity and quickly succumb to zoochosis and it would be near impossible to keep a happy/thriving human. I think the only work around is to provide lots of interaction and stimulus to where the human doesnāt register being a captive daily (but good luck with that)
Pets>exotic>humans>behavioural
AxelGind: so Iāve had my human for a oribtal now. First days were great. They were exploring and playing with me lots. They seemed to sleep more and move less as time went on so I tried to remove them from their nest. It BIT me? Itās never done that but now every time I even try to get near it itās crouching low and growling at me showing its little denta. Think i might need to rehome if this continues :(
SquishySentinal09: I put a mirror in for mine. Now all it does is rock in front of it chirping all day. It started pulled out its head fur and scratching itself so the vet gave me padded gloves to strap on its servos
MegaPrime69: What are you guys even doing? I take mine everywhere with me and itās fine? Theyāre just a little guy. Itās always the owner not the petā¦
SpikeSwinger: Slag off. Mines keeps trying to secure its blankets to the bars and offline itself. Glass enclosure is a savour
SpikeSwinger: Ok so itās been a deca-cycle. Kept banging their helm on the glass. Bought padding. ~Vent~ā¦
WheelinDealin: At least yours doesnāt urinate on EVERYTHING. My whole berth stinks. Theyāre staring at me while they do it. I swear theyāre doing it on purpose >:(
Pet outfits.
I love to think thereās a spectrum of pets kept with no clothing because itās simply not seen as necessary, to pets given cute outfits to show how much their owners care about them, to owners who absolutely dress their humans up in the most ridiculous outfits they can find for the memes.
Pets>exotic>humans>coverings
MegaPrime69: as a responsible pet owner i would never dress my pet up. Their body systems self regulate and they need full range of motion. Remember, theyāre a living thing and not a toy.
RedRevs: Yeah so anyway, look how cute my little one looks. I got tiny custom armour made for them in my colours. Theyāre a little me!!!
SpikeSwinger: Mines is definitely plotting how to bite through my wiring but look! Theyāre a little energon cube! Heh heh heh
Revmaxxer: they look uncomfortable. They canāt even move their armsā¦Arenāt you the same bot who said his human was trying to offline themselves the other day?ā¦
Spike Swinger: ā¦slag off
Revmaxxer: I hope it chews on your spark while you sleep
Enrichment
Humans are a paradox. We hate being bored but we crave routine. We enjoy games and play but as soon as it feels forced or condescending we donāt. Weāre also kind of trolls. I see us being a bit like cats in the sense that I donāt care you bought you most expensive human toy you could find, this spare coil is much more interesting. Look i can ping it across the room! Weād also be all up in their business whether they like it or not.
Pets>exotic>humans>Enrichment
SpeedyStreak: thatās it Iām not buying even one more toy for my human. I just spent my last pay check on a climbing frame and theyāve set up a ramp in the corner and are surfing the metal sheet from the box down it.
AFTerparty: I feel you. I bought them a big container to swim in. Every time I put them in it theyāre just holding their breath and letting themselves sink to the bottom. They stare at me until I take them out. Their face turned blue one time and they just sat there.
RedRevs: Mines loves my data pad. Every report is covered in doodles and their footprints. I canāt get any work done because theyāre just always standing on it. I have a report due tomorrow. Pray for me.
SquishySentinal09: Have you considered getting them their own one? Seems like an obvious solution
RedRevs: Yes,owll They refyyyyyuse to use it. Theyāre standing on mine as typee thios nowwpppp
MegaPrime69: Iām telling you guys. I literally just take mine everywhere. Never had even one problem.
Food
I cant see cybertronians having a great sense of taste. I do however think they would be able to understand from our biology and evolution that we love sugar. This leads to bland, gross nutritional food and lots of yummy treats and Iām sure you can see where the problems would arise.
Pets>exotic>humans>nutrition
WheelinDealin: posting here again because I donāt know what to do and nothing is working. Theyāre still refusing to eat. Help.
XxxSparkEaterxxX: Mines had this issue so I just give them lots of those treat tubes. Look how happy this guy is.
WingDing00: ā¦that human is morbidly obese. Youāre going to kill it
XxxSpikeEaterxxX: Donāt be rude! Youāre going to hurt their feelings. Iād know if my pet was unhappy or ill and theyāre always smiling and reaching for me.
WingDing00: Humans canāt read dumbaft. Of course itās happy, youāre stuffing them with sucrose.
GoldenBlaze: Ignore those guys. Just hold it down and force the pellets into their mouth. You need to cover their nose and mouth to make them swallow though.
WheelinDealin: ā¦I think Iāll just try a different brandā¦again ~vent~
AxelGrind: Yeah definitely ignore those guys. No more treats for me. Mines turned feral. Woke up to them out of their cage and tearing everything on my desk apart looking for them.
Habitat
As with any pet care, I think the enclosures that they would use would drastically vary dependant on income, education, and unfortunately how much they care. On one end of the spectrum youād have large terrariums with multiple biomes, programmable weather, and access to running water. On the other end of the spectrum youād have the equivalent of a goldfish bowl with some cloths and soft things dumped inside. Generally I think bars would be avoided by even bad owners because theyāre too easy for us to escape from or shove our heads through and get stuck.
Pets>exotic>humans>Enclosures
MegaPrime69: Set a rainstorm to go off last night. I didnāt know they liked the rain so much. Iāve attached a clip.
AxelGrind: Aw. It looks like theyāre dancing:3
SpinnyBlade: Look at mines. Itās pressing its face up against the wall hee hee
WingDing00: Um. is it inside an energon cube? Thatāsā¦
SpinnyBlade: Oh sorry. Let me just wade through my giant stockpile of shanix so I can buy a whole planet to put it on. Youāre right.
WingDing00: Hereās a link to a cheap one
SpinnyBlade: hereās a link to all the bots that asked you slagger
Sentience
I imagine thereās a growing group of bots trying to argue against human pet keeping and protest that theyāre sentient creatures. Theyāre not taken very seriously and most bots shut them down by saying they just want to frag them. I imagine itās a hot topic though. Thereās definitely bots who like to touch and frag their humans. Probably more closeted than they would ever guess. Thereās probably sites dedicated to it that keep getting shut down.
Pets>exotic>humans>News
SpeedyStreak: ayo. Anyone see the article yesterday about the bot found fragging his human? Heard he was charged.
BigBlaster: Yikes. I heard at work today thereās a bot trying to declare his his conjunx. Some bolts loose in the helm I think
RedRevs: Donāt offline me but to be fair, sometimes when mines looks at me itās a bit uncanny. Wouldnāt be surprised if laws change in a long time.
BigBlaster: Iām calling the troopers. Nasty aft.
RedRevs: IM NOT FRAGGING MY HUMAN IM JUST SAYING. You canāt say they donāt seem to have quite a lot of intelligence. I swear mines is trying to copy the words I say
BigBlaster: They said theyāre on their way to arrest you right now and put you in jail forever
NutsNBolts: not saying I agree with you red, but I put something over their enclosure when I frag myself ngl. The staring was making me uncomfortable
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SystemShock: i canāt believe how wet their valves get. So easily too. Hereās more close ups I promised
ArielAssault: nice. Good work on those again. Your photos are always so high def. None to share today but reminder to everybot to clean them after fun. Mines developed a weird skin reaction overnight from my fluids.
TrueBlue0: rookie mistake. Anywhere heās a clip I found of some wire play. Still too nervous to let mine under my plates myself. That would be some way to be found by the troopers.
SpinnyBlade: GUYS HELP. mines has crawled deep in my valve and I canāt get it out. What do I do?! Iām panicking but it also feels kind of good ngl?
MeshMaster: anyway mines learned the word frag and now itās all they say. Who am I to say no?
TrueBlue0: tables have been turned then heh heh. Mines just presents to me with their aft in the air. Other times they get a bit huffy but I think theyāre having fun
ArielAssault: mines pokes my biolights when they flash like some kind of reaction time test
MegaaaaPriiime: cute. Mines likes to stare at my spark when I play with them.
ArielAssault: ā¦whyās your spark out?
MegaaaaPriiime: who are you? The troopers
SystemShock: reminder Iāll be taking paid commissions tomorrow for my next clips. You know where to donate.
MeshMaster: think you will ever get your spike inside them? I bet they could take it Shock. Iād pay good money to see. Even just the tip.
SpinnyBlade: yeah thanks for all the help guys. 3 whole breems it was in there. You all suck.
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