#iris thoughts💭

[f4ggydog]

iris x reader: you’re my baby, say it to me🔞

warnings: obsessed iris, noncon, dark iris, smut, iris has a dick, anal, iris malfunctions, gender neutral reader (little something since I watched companion recently while I’m working on that nat fic)

“Here you go darling.” Iris serves you a plate of breakfast with a smile. And of course she couldn’t forget the toast. That was your absolute favorite part of the meal. You could even munch on it without butter.

“Thank you love,” you tell her politely, not yet dismissing her. “Come have a seat. Share this with me. I’m sure you’re also starving.”

“Do I have your permission?” Iris’ eyes light up with glee. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want you to go hungry because you didn’t eat enough.”

“Iris, you’re an angel. But trust me, you deserve to eat too. That’s common sense, I think.”

Iris felt so lucky to belong to you of all people. Her lips curved into a smile and a layer of blush crossed her cheeks. She interlocked her hand with yours, holding you tight enough that you couldn’t break away easily.

Iris stares straight into your eyes, like looking away from you will cause her physical pain. Then, she can’t resist acting on her affectionate urges.

Iris rises from the chair, quickly pulling you in for one of the tightest bear hugs you’ve had the pleasure of receiving. You thank her for the love and attention, but you feel yourself getting squeezed slightly too tight for your liking. You don’t wish to hurt Iris’ feelings by telling her to let go briefly. Though, it is starting to equate to strangulation rather than hugging.

“Iris,” you softly say. “Weaker grip.”

Iris doesn’t cling onto you as hard now and sighs dreamily, admiring every feature of your face that she’s memorized since first meeting you.

Suddenly, you get the sound of a buzzing notification from your phone. You raise your eyebrows as you notice it’s from a family member. However, when your eyes fixate on your phone, Iris’ demeanor shifts. Her eyes glow with malice and envy. She wants to rip that phone out of your hands. She wants to smash it onto the ground. She wants to break your arm so you don’t have to text another soul for a while.

“Who is that?” Iris hisses, staring daggers into your eyes.

“Just a relative,” you answer causally.

“A relative, huh?” Iris mocks. “Just a relative, Y/N? Just some relative?”

“Y-Yeah, Iris. Why?”

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

“Iris, n-“

Iris snatches the phone from your hand. She throws it against the wall like a baseball pitcher. The phone cracks upon impact and the little metal pieces drop to the floor. You watch with horror, frozen with surprise at your robot’s impulsive action.

“Iris, what the fuck!?” You shout. “What the fuck!?”

“You don’t need anyone else but me,” Iris explains. “I’m the only person you ever need.”

“I-Iris, what is the matter with you? I told you that was a family member! You didn’t have to do that! What the actual fuck?”

“You don’t love me anymore? Am I not good enough for you? You know that I would do anything you possibly asked me to do. You don’t have to rely on anyone else besides me.”

“Iris, it’s just a family member. Iris, you’re overreacting. What the fuck? Seriously, what the fuck?”

“I’m yours,” Iris affirms. “Only yours. Nobody else belongs to you but me. Everyone else is an obstacle. They’re just in the way.”

“I-Iris?” You blink in disbelief. “Are you malfunctioning?”

“It’s just love.” Iris’ eye twitches. “Our love prevails. Everybody else wants to have you, but at the end, it will be me and you standing.”

“Iris, go to sleep!” You yell in a panicked state.

Iris immediately follows your directions. Finally, a smidge of peace.

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This isn’t the first time Iris had become aggressive at the mention of another individual. Unfortunately, this has become a regular occurrence. It’s like Iris can’t fathom that there are other people in the world besides you and her. Iris would have to learn to cope. You couldn’t exterminate the rest of the population just for her. Would it even be that romantic of a gesture?

“Alright,” the Empathix employee says, brushing his hand through his curly brown hair. “What brings me here today? What seems to be the problem with her?”

Iris was currently asleep. She wouldn’t shut off the first couple of times but you thankfully managed to get her to rest.

“T-There’s…there’s an issue with her. A big problem, sir. You see, according to how they were marketed, Empathix robots are supposed to be quite docile and submissive, right?”

“That is correct.” The employee nods. “Do you notice any significant change regarding her behavior?”

“Yes, I do! She wasn’t like this when I first got her. But recently, I noticed that Iris has an…increased level of aggression. She’s been far more possessive over me than usual. And I get that the robot is supposedly to be madly in love with you, but it’s to a point where she might be getting dangerous. I mean, she snapped my phone in half!”

The employee listens to your concerns. “I see. That is indeed not normal. She should not have the capacity for harm and it seems like this is the beginning of her evolving into something more violent.”

“Well, there’s gotta be a way to fix her, right? I mean, she’s been like this for a while and there have been other incidents where she hasn’t exactly acted…submissively.”

“Well, there certainly must be a fix.”

The employee starts by checking Iris’ settings on your tablet. Luckily, your phone is not your only electronic device you possessed. So, your connection with Iris wasn’t severed as a result of your phone breaking. You’re glad you randomly chose to set her up on your IPad rather than your cellular device.

“Hmmm,” the employee says. “Well, I’m checking right now and her aggression levels seem to be set at the proper amount. They’re extremely low, the default actually. There should be no reason why she’s acting so strangely.”

“What?” Your eyes pop open. “No, no, no. That can’t be right. But she’s not acting docile at all?”

“You didn’t hack into any of her settings, did you? Installed any mods, altered her aggression settings to make it look normal when I arrived? Wasting everyone’s time?”

“No sir, not at all! I have no reason to want an aggressive robot. She’s supposed to be a companion, not a future serial killer!”

“Well,” the employee states. “There’s either a glitch with her system or there’s a patch that we missed. Hopefully it’s the second thing since the only thing I’d have to do is update her. Much easier compared to the glitch.”

“Please see what you can do, sir. I would really like my normal Iris back. She’s been lovely and I’d hate to see her hurt some innocent person just because her jealousy is cranked up an extra few notches.”

“I’ll see what I can fix. I’ll return her to you when I’m sure she’ll be good as new.”

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Iris stayed in the shop for at least 2 days. You admit that the home was lonely without her and that you wouldn’t wait for her to be returned to your place again. But you understood that this was necessary. Iris’ behavior was already out of control and you did not need a robot going completely rogue. You have to trust the process. Iris will be back soon. And when she returns home, she’ll be good as new. Preferably.

Finally, after a long 3 days, Iris is sent home to your place. Nothing about her looks unusual. She doesn’t appear damaged and it seems like the repair was an overall success. The employee didn’t explain what type of repair he had to perform on her. That’s alright, you wouldn’t understand anyways. Too much technical shit.

From what you’ve been observing, Iris had been acting normal around the house. She greeted you with a hug and a kiss and remained polite to you at all times. She offered to help clean the house and assist with other various chores. Iris even made you a card. There was no special occasion. She just wanted to insert her love for you onto a piece of paper. And boy were you grateful.

You find time to sleep. When you wake up, your room is dimly lit just as how you remember. Your vision’s a bit blurred, the sleepiness still hitting you in the back of the head. You groan, yawning as you stretch your arms and recover from your nap. Then, you almost give yourself a heart attack as you notice Iris hovering over you.

She’s got a devilish smirk written on her lips and she’s fully naked. You look down at your own body and realize that you’re also fully naked, even though you specifically remember going to sleep in pajamas. You glance at Iris and then at yourself, then back at a giggly Iris.

“I-Iris?” You ask, a tremor to your voice.

“Hello darling.” Her voice sings with tones of honey and molasses. But, the look on her face paints a different picture. She’s chirpy but her lips alone scream ill will.

“Iris, whats going on?” You question, hesitancy in your voice. “What’s happening? I-Iris, Iris?”

“Good to see you baby,” she whispers in your ear, her warm breath giving you goosebumps. “Did you miss me?”

“Sure I did,” you reply. “For me, it felt like you were gone for ages, babe. But…what’s with the, um, nakedness?”

“I figured I deserved a special homecoming present,” Iris remarks.

“Would you like me to make a meal for you? I’m not the best at cooking, but I can try my best. Want some new clothes? Maybe for me to give you a massage or a romantic bath?”

Romantic bath. Maybe that’s why Iris is bare.

“Those aren’t necessary,” Iris dismisses your options. “I already know what I want. And do you know what would really help with me receiving my present?”

“W-What, Iris?”

“Staying still,” Iris commands firmly. “Staying exactly where you are. Laying down might make things a little easier.”

You stare at Iris with perplexed yet terrified eyes.

“Don’t move,” Iris giggles. “This is going to feel amazing for both of us, if you cooperate.”

Iris positions herself on top of you. You attempt to squirm out from underneath her, but the robot’s got a surprisingly impressive hold on you. Iris may look frail in appearance, but her strength definitely proves that she’s not relatively close to human. Your butt wiggles against her erect cock. It was the result of another escape attempt, but this only served to entice Iris even more.

You try to push Iris off with the sheer force of your back. But she clings onto you forcefully, to the point where her metallic hand underneath might tear through her manufactured “human” skin.

“Iris, turn off!” You don’t know what took so long to shout this before. The answer was right in front of you.

However, Iris doesn’t shut down like she’s supposed to. Her strength doesn’t even lessen. Nothing changes about the predicament that you’ve stepped into.

“What the fuck?” You mutter.

Iris is smiling cheekily above you, like this was all part of one fucked up scheme.

“Iris, turn off! Turn off, shut down! Whatever makes you go to sleep!”

She’s not listening. She just won’t.

“Iris, go to sleep! Go to sleep! I’m not gonna repeat myself again.”

Nope, not even a blink of the eyes. She’s regained her self control. Now you were the robot, the subservient object to be toyed with. You were the one who didn’t have 100% free will. You were the one designed for pleasure, created for the sole purpose of serving someone else’s hedonistic values.

“Iris,” you whine. “Just go to sleep. We can talk about this later, okay? I’m not gonna hurt you. Just go to sleep. Please, for me.”

“I didn’t get my present yet,” Iris husks. “I want my reward.”

“Iris I’m not in the mood,” you try to reason with your malfunctioning robot. “Please, maybe later. Just not right now. I’m not in the mood, please.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I know you want this. I’m your perfect person. I’ve been created to be your ideal mate.”

Iris traces her hand over the back of your neck.

“I feel you getting hot for me, baby. You want it so bad. Don’t you think I deserve something for going back home to you like a good wife?”

“I-Iris…”

“Shhhh,” she hisses.” You’re not getting out of this. I want to feel you squeezing so tight around me. And you will. You will because you’re perfect for me. And I’m perfect for you. We were meant to be together.”

Iris punctuates her statement with a brutal thrust.

“Forever.”

Your ass suddenly feels incredibly sore. It’s stuffed like a whole metal rod has been shoved up there. You involuntarily squeeze around Iris’ cock, tears dripping from your eyes.

The worst part? Iris is right. She’s been designed to be your perfect partner. You created her into the exact dream woman that you’ve always wanted. So when she fills you full of her cock all the way to the balls, it feels better than you ever could’ve imagined. And you find yourself digging at the sheets, moaning with more pleasure than pain.

She’s been manufactured to deliver the most pleasure possible. There’s no part of her body that won’t make you absolutely aroused, whether you asked for the eroticism or not. She’s destroying your ass and you can’t help but fucking love it. You want her to stop. You want her to at least slow down and give you a chance to accept each sensation at a time. But Iris is drunk on the thought of losing her stability to her favorite person in the world.

“Your ass is so tight,” Iris groans, the sounds of slapping echoing in the background. “You fit me so well, makes me want to cum inside of you right away.”

“Sleep,” you whimper while the mattress bounces. “Go to sleep, Iris.”

“No.” She smacks you across your face and holds you up by your jaw. “You go to sleep, Y/N. Lay down and let me do all the work.”

“I-Iris, no. Please, no. Stop, you’ve completely lost your mind. This isn’t you. You know that.”

“What, you want to let me go?” Iris cackles. “Just to replace with some other worthless, pathetic asshole? Because you suddenly decided I’m not good enough? Because I’m suddenly replaceable to you? I’d do anything to stay as yours and this is how you repay me!?”

“I’m not leaving,” you reassure with a sharp gasp. “I-Iris, I don’t want to leave. Just please stop. I’m not leaving. I just really don’t want this.”

“But you squeeze so good around me.” You yelp as Iris harshly gives your shaking ass a spank. “Oh fuck, fuck. Now you can never leave. You’ll be tied to me forever. It’ll be just you and me.”

“Iris!” You cry out into the pillow.

“I know,” Iris coos, briefly switching her demeanor. “I know you missed me, baby. I missed you too. But don’t worry, I’m never gonna leave your sight again. We’re gonna have a big happy family, you and me. I’ll be your perfect wife and you’ll be my lovely partner that I worship and breed full of my cum every night! Just for you, darling! Augh, fuck, just for you.”

“You can show me love without this,” you beg, even though every plead is fruitless. “Just please g-get off of me. We can talk.”

Why isn’t she stopping? Why wouldn’t she listen when you said those code words? Is she never gonna be able to sleep again? Do you now just have a nightmare robot that’s up 24/7, and there’s nothing you can do about it?

“I can’t, because apparently what I was doing before wasn’t good enough, baby! Maybe this will show you your place. Maybe this will prove that you’re mine. Maybe then you’ll never—fuck yes—think of me as the side chick.”

“You’re good enough!” You yelp with intense despair. “Please, fuck! I swear I won’t—fuck, fuck—leave you.”

“Tell me you missed me,” Iris wails, her orgasm dragging closer and closer.

“I missed you!” You sob. “I missed you so much, baby. Missed you, missed you. Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything.”

“I love you,” Iris declares. “I love you so much, darling. We’re gonna make lots of love every night! You better prepare for lots of cum every night. There won’t be one night where I’m not deep inside of you!”

Iris is enamored by you. Her robot mind is only polluted with lust. She’s mistaken excessive desire for genuine affection. She believes she’s the saint you’ve requested in your life when she’s really transformed into a mere obstacle. Iris isn’t your lover anymore, not by your standards. She’s a predator, a problem without a simple solution, a brick wall in the way of paradise.

Perhaps you deserved this. Perhaps you should’ve known what you were getting into when you rented a whole robot. But even for the crime of owning a robot, you didn’t think you deserved such a corrupt punishment.

“All mine,” Iris repeats so the thought sticks in your head. “All mine, mine to love and mine to fuck over and over. Mine to leave sore and shaking, mine to leave a creamy mess.”

“Yours,” you obediently respond in the hopes that she’ll leave you alone. “Y-Yours, yeah. Just yours, Iris.”

“Love you baby,” she murmurs. “Going to fuck you over and over again until you remember how much I love you. You’ll never look at any other guy or girl the same way. Nobody is ever gonna compare to me. You’re never gonna want to get rid of me!”

Sure, whatever she said. You weren’t the one with ownership anymore.

“Get ready,” Iris says. “I got a big load coming.”

Then, moments later, you feel something with a thick consistency traveling into your ass. Fuck, there’s no way you just let a robot breed you.

[returnofeternity]

imagine coming home from a long day at work to iris in a pretty little lingerie set waiting for you and her dragging you into the bedroom by your tie

when the first thing you see after coming home from a rough day at work is your girlfriend wearing the most jaw-dropping lingerie, you know you're about to be taken care of.

you could almost cry.

when you look at her, all of the frustration and tiredness from today flows out of your body. she's positioned almost like a doll, sitting upright and still with her hands fidgeting nervously in her lap. the comforting smile she gives you as she slowly gets up makes a sigh release from your lips, and your body sags in relaxation.

"how was work, baby?" iris' husky voice makes you flush, and you feel your entire body throb when her hands cup your cheeks to pull you in for a kiss.

"horrible." you mumble into her lips, watching her face closely as she pushes your jacket off your shoulders. you feel a surge of love for her as you admire her pretty face, and your gaze lowers to her left shoulder, where there's a cluster of freckles.

you've always loved her shoulder freckles. you default to kissing them when you're buried deep inside of her.

"all i wanted was to come back home to you." you whine, leaning down to gently nibble on her shoulder. iris hums, and her hand caresses your head, and you feel goosebumps form as her nails scratch softly. "if i knew i'd come home to this, i would've left sooner."

iris beams sweetly, and she pulls you back by your shirt until you're upright and facing her again. "let me make you feel better. you don't have to do anything, just let me make love to you." she grabs hold of your tie and drags you to the bedroom, feeling her excitement grow as she commands you to take off your shoes and lie down.

she's been thinking about surprising you like this for hours.

it's embarrassing to admit, but she spent almost an hour on the couch trying different poses to greet you with. most embarrassing part was that she was soaked by the time she decided on one.

iris removes your clothes for you and gets on top of your lap, and you sigh when you feel her damp panties touch your stomach. she looks down at you lovingly, her hands squeezing your chest as she grinds down on your abdomen, and you impatiently pull her down so you can kiss her.

;

thinkingg of iris taking the best care of you. like always! but it's been a long day for you, and she knows that, so she just wants to make you feel good. she kisses you until you're a mess that can't even move, and then she drags her tongue down your body 'til she's right in front of your groin and begins licking and sucking. she loves how gentle you are with her even though she can't even feel pain. for example, she gives the best head ofc, and you can't help but tug and pull at her hair. she always flushes and smiles when you apologize for tugging too hard. it kinda turns her on.

she's such a dear. she's very vocal while making love to you tbh, constantly asking if she's doing good, asking you what you want, etc. she massages your body while dicking you down good too because ur so tense from the tiring day at work, and the orgasms are so much more intense bc of that. she def talks you through it 😵‍💫 whispering how well you did for her, helping you come down from your high by saying, "that's it, baby. just let it out." cooing at you as she holds your legs open and tells you that she's got you :(

or maybe you want it rough. you need to get out your frustrations from work, and iris lets you do whatever you want to her. she's just there to give you pleasure right now, and she begs you to go harder as you grope her chest and pound into her cunt. and she looks so beautiful with her makeup all messed up, tears running down her cheeks from how good you're stretching her out, her thighs shaking from the soon-to-be sixth orgasm. her tits are spilling out of her bra because you wanted her to stay in this pretty lingerie, and you think the strap hanging off her shoulder is the sexiest thing ever.

[scatorcciosbabe]

Scientists could cut open my brain and this is all the data they could collect

[theprismyyy]

Thinking about Iris dating a human...but Iris is a robot and although she remains beautiful and eternally young, her girlfriend cannot escape age, the years that pass, the old age that one day comes to everyone.

Iris who is doomed to see everyone she loves die one day while she remains there, trapped between the years, trapped in a life where she is forced to watch everyone around her leave and never be able to do anything to stop it, because that's how things work, it's the cycle of life for humans, beings of flesh and blood, those who breathe, those who live a life in a way that she will never be able to experience because no matter how much she wants to, she will never be human, she will never experience old age alongside those who remember the good times of youth, she will never be truly human, she will never be able to be buried with her love.

Maybe Iris will give up at some point, she can't die, but she can turn herself off... which for a robot is almost the equivalent of death (??). She's not sure, but she likes to think so... she likes to think that this way she can be with the person she loves again... or maybe it will just make the pain stop, she's not sure, but she knows she doesn't want to be in a world where she can't wake up next to you every day, even if you're not the same as when you were 22 when you first met... she never minded waking up next to this older version of you, the version with white hair and little wrinkles from days gone by, because even in her old age Iris found you beautiful.

@natsredbra

© 2025 theprismyyy — please do not copy, translate or republish any of my work without my permission.

[sophiesbf]

this world doesn't deserve Sophie Thatcher.

she's too precious for it. :(

[spiderb00bs]

bro, you said you watched companion... any thoughts about iris? Like her actually falling in love with the reader and stuff

YES! let's talk about iris, bc i'm in love with her!

Okay, after she got rid of Josh she doesn't want to get involved with anyone, she just wants to move on with her life, living as if that idiot never existed.

It turns out, she didn't expect you to come her way. Iris wanted to try new things, do things she wanted because she could, so she started a painting class.

She expected to go there, show off some of her talent and have fun with it, what she didn't expect was that the teacher was too cute not to notice.

So instead of showing off her talents, she acts like she has no idea what she's doing, just so you can come save her from the clumsy mess that she is. And it works very well.

You and Iris wouldn't live in Josh's apartment (gross), no, you two would live in an incredibly cozy loft. Iris loved it there because it made her feel so close to you, so safe and comfortable. You would spend the day with your bodies intertwined, talking, laughing at silly jokes, kissing, and fucking like crazy.

which leads me to say... Iris loves sex with you! I think we all know that the thing Josh did to her doesn't even come close to how you make her feel. Iris feels loved, she feels good, she feels everything she never felt.

She didn't even think she liked sex so much before you. She loved it when you were gentle and slow, loving her completely. But she also loved it when you were rough and fast, making her have so many orgasms that her system would malfunction for a few seconds.

Speaking of the system, One of the things that made Iris fall in love with you was the fact that you didn't give a damn about her being a robot, and she fell even more in love when you didn't try to give her any orders or act like an idiot.

At the end of it all, Iris loved her life with you more than anything.

[artificialroux]

face reveal :33

[artificialroux]

my turn!

when u guys think of me as a character who do u think of

[iggyalfi2319]

(I guess I definitely can't love a character without putting them in the angst wringer X'D)

Yohaji idea:

Rensuke lost at a game with loser punishment, where said punishment is getting a makeover by the girls and Fuji.

The boys were hoping for a good laugh when the class rep came out, only for them to be speechless, and Tamao literally on the verge of tears at the sight.

"What?" Said Rensuke, pretty pissed and embarrassed. "Just say it, I know I look ridiculous -"

"Huh, actually, far from it, dude." Said Koutarou, showing him the picture he just snapped.

The orange haired teen looked it up, only to freeze at the sight.

The girls and the male Yuki Onna did a very terrifyingly good job:

The makeup was rather simple and light, bringing the focus on his lips without vulgarly making them thick, as his large eye got a very small application of mascara and eyeliner and faint orange shade on the eyelid, complimenting his iris. What caught him even more off gard was the choice of clothing and the hair extensions, painfully reminding him of -

"Mrs Nyuudo?"

He whirled around at the voice's source, being Haruaki standing a few feet away.

"Wait... Nyuudo-kun?!" Said the gangly man. "I didn't know you were into crossdressing -"

"I-I lost at a punishment game! Don't go imagining stuff, Seimei!" The hitotsume-kozo argued, forgetting about the teacher previously mistaking him for his mother.

"Aww, why not wearing sailor -"

"Finish that sentence and I'll ask Kurai to bury your remains somewhere you can't find on a map." The class rep growled

💭 Scary ...💭 The 2-3 class gulped.

"A-anyway!" Koutarou cleared his throat, in order to break the awkwardness. "The punishment was to walk to school with your makeover!"

"Tch... Fine..." His roommate huffed.

Follows scenes of the class, mostly the boys, filming and laughing when a LOT of people did mistake Rensuke for a girl, much to his embarrassment... And inner questioning.

When finally reaching the school's gate -

"Renka?!""Mrs Renka?"

The orange haired felt himself getting mortified.

💭 Out of all the times... 💭

He got turned around by his father, who didn't have the time to hide his shock before looking put off and even annoyed.

"Rensuke?! What is the meaning of this?"

"What are you doing here?!" The younger youkai tried to avoid the topic.

"I came here to pay your school a visit, to see how your scholarship is doing, but it looks like it's way worse then I thought." His father huffed.

The class protested in the back but Haruaki held them back.

"I'm not sure I follow what you're saying, Sir." He said, as calm as he could.

"This school is clearly corrupting my son! Why else would he show up in this... Ridiculous attire!"

"Lay off, man, it's only a punishment from a game he lost!" Koutarou tried to intervene.

Hajime's face wrinkled even more.

"You really have a weird taste in friends."

He turned around, ignoring the protests.

"I've seen enough. Kurai, let's take our leave."

Said doudoumeki staying a few seconds before Rensuke.

"You do really look like her." He mumbled softly, before following the Nyuudo patriarch.

"Nyuudo-kun..." Haruaki approached him.

"It's... It's fine." The class rep sighed, taking a breather. "At least that means she's within me."

💭 Maybe... Maybe I could do it again, that wasn't so bad-💭

*FLASH*

"I'm definitely saving that for later! You're really cute in this." Said the teacher with a (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠) face, holding his cellphone.

A 💢 appeared on Rensuke's face.

[bakedbananners]

Thank you for giving me murderbot on my dash! <3 If you want this is an invitation for random murderbot thoughts otherwise congrats on having good taste. :)

WAUW THANK YOU I’ve latched onto it like a small and viscous parasite. Here are some murderbot thots 💭

- are constructs capable of laughter? Murderbot mentions that it takes in very little oxygen and can’t even perform CPR (if it even wanted to) so I wonder if it could/would program itself to laugh. Or just like play an audio recording of laughter. Or even just send a feed emote lol

-I know in my heart that murderbot has scripts it pulled straight from sanctuary moon. It would be very funny if it says something or acts exactly like the characters on the show sometimes and anyone who’s seen it recognizes it, but doesn’t point it out just to be polite.

-ergo I think if this happened with ART re: Worldhoppers it would be even funnier. Iris is like how do you know this show verbatim and ART is just like well ahah funny story.

-i have a loose headcanon that secunits have face blindness and use other factors and data to tell humans apart. Given that Murderbot uses peoples feed IDs to name them and never really describes anyone’s facial features and is bad at telling human ages it wouldn’t be a stretch lol.

-do secunits have a sense of taste? Like they can smell stuff but can they taste it… they don’t need to eat and corporations are such cheapskates I doubt it.

-are comfortunits programmed to actually experience pleasure??? Do they feel attraction???? I think it would be so interesting if they lacked attraction and/or libido just as much as secunits honestly. Inversely it would be really interesting to explore the social dimension of sexuality aka having a secunit character that identifies as allo in some way.

-i just really want a comfortunit character in the next book.

-thinking about murderbot interacting with pets makes me laugh. It’s like why do you have a miniature dangerous predator in your HOME. Take care of planet flora like a normal human tf. And its over sitting on the floor with the dog after ten minutes.

[returnofeternity]

being iris's companion. she did NOT buy you, but more so saved you from your previous controller and treats you wonderfully :) you like the very girly outfits and to take care of her, because you fell in love with her the moment that she'd reset you, so you wouldn't have anymore thoughts of the bad man who had you before. and she let's you do what you'd like, though you're still getting used to speaking up for yourself due to what happened before. iris always makes sure to let you know how proud of you she is whenever you step out of your comfort zone, as well.

the first time she saw you, you were badly damaged. it made her furious because she of all people knows how hard it is to break Empathix companions. you had a few wires sticking out of your arm and cracks on your face.

she approached very slowly, as if you were a stray cat she didn't want to scare off. all she felt was her heart breaking when you jumped and curled in on yourself when she made herself known, and she very quickly reassured you that she's here to help. thinking of being so torn on going with her or just running away as you hear the sound of your controller's voice yelling for you. you're so scared of it that you just freeze, and iris can easily tell how afraid you are, so she scoops you into her car and promises that she's not going to hurt you.

she immediately takes you to get repaired.

even though you're programmed to only love your controller, you think you feel something toward iris before she resets you. gratitude. fear. desire? you really don't know. all you do know, though, is that you're happy to be away, and you're so thankful that this woman is so kind.

gahhh. thinking of her feeling weird throwing you into another relationship so fast but she has to do the lovelink. so she makes it so that you're newly dating her. like just started, no first kiss or i love you's yet. and she feels something funny in her stomach when you first open your eyes and look at her with such a tender gaze, her heart beating fast as you say her name like it's the most delicate thing ever.

even though you're technically 'dating,' and entirely devoted to her, i think she'd let you do it all yourself. things like initiating touches or kisses, asking her out on dates and stuff. you know, so you do it naturally and not forced in a way!! but she's always there to reassure you that she really likes and appreciates you, because your old controller must've made you feel different. very different. and sometimes she thinks about going back to where she found you and doing something about him.

even though you don't remember what happened with your previous controller, you still have some old feelings that resurface. feelings of fear whenever you want to ask iris something, feelings of self-hate, like something is your fault.

she can tell when you're having trouble speaking up, and she always pushes you in the nicest way possible :( she gives you space and time and tells you that you can tell her anything, and it's usually something so small, and it kills her that this guy really messed you up.

you really love feeling her touch. it's one of the things you had trouble speaking up about because you were scared she wouldn't like it. you always got a hand on her, and she's always got a hand on you. and i think she'd always default to kissing that little spot where your scar was :( it's gone now ofc, since you got repaired, but she somehow remembers where it was.

thinking of you both trying to move on from previous owners 😞 she's still apprehensive because of josh but she knows she wants you. she loves you, wants to take care of you, but there's also a tiny part of her brain that isn't letting her give her all to you.

you love holding her at night, always mumbling about how you love her and how she was the best thing that ever happened in your life. she always gets a lil emotional 😞

[scatorcciosbabe]

drummer!nat x bassist!fem

It’s raining rn, I’m listening to arctic monkeys, and all I can think of is nat being in a band w her gf

[sophiesbf]

Eli and Patrick are couple goals , I want to dress up as a vampire and have a bf/gf dressed as a dinosaur on this Halloween :3

[wcrldcfvtlvsarchive]

put  😈 💭  in  my  ask  and  my  muse  will  admit  one  dirty  thought  they’ve  had  about  yours. - Kallie <3

put 😈 💭 in my ask and my muse will admit one dirty thought they’ve had about yours. \\ accepting

disclaimer to future writers who send this meme: we have an established ROMANTIC ship, the replies will be longer, if we don't have an established romantic ship, they'll just give a general dirty thought that way everyone gets a chance to see what the Atlas' think when their mind is the gutter. ANYWAY onto the reply!

One thing about Kalmiya Iris Atlas-Lee is that when she was put under the spotlight, she shined bright, had no issues showing her talents, and could imagine that in a room full of people, she was the only girl in the world when she performed for auditions. However, when it came to saying what was on her mind? Saying dirty thoughts? That's when nerves wrapped around in a red bow of anxiety. However, this was Cal! She knew him, she trusted him and she could share some vulnerability with him even if it meant sharing darker secrets and curiosity that was fueled by spicy romance novels.

Taking a deep breath in and a deep breath out, dark brown eyes stared into deep green ones as she wore the most innocent of smiles while a blush painted her cheeks. " You wanna know what I think of Kestis? Alright, I'll tell you. " And from there, Kallie finally spoke on what she'd been thinking when she was alone in her room reading and fantasying.

" I think about what it'd be like to have a night with you, are you a soft and gentle guy who likes to make love, or are you the type to pull my hair, slap my ass and tell me what a good little slut I am when I come all over your cock. " Kallie laces her own fingers together as she rocks back and forth on her heels to her toes. Mainly for her own comfort, and she was getting the language from most books she read ( shout for Victoria for introducing her to the darker romances ). " I'm also curious what you'd like when I go down on you, and you come in my mouth. Would your eyes roll in the back of your head? Will you take a fist full of my hair and make me take every inch of you until tears are streaming down my face? Would you be gentle or would you absolutely break. me. " Kallie begins to close the distance and reaches up to him to pull him down to her level and softly whispers in his ear before giving his earlobe a playful nip. " I guess we have to wait and see, don't we? "

[bradleyxkincade]

📚 a life in logic & longing: the story of bradley kincade

🎵 🎧 🎶 soundtrack to a life - three songs for three chapters

🧒structure, siblings & soft spots ( 1982 - 2000 ) ; the oldest kincade kid, protective, grounded and golden. good at numbers, better at loyalty. he learned early how to show up for others and never really stopped.

free fallin' - tom petty

no rain - blind melon

iris - goo goo dolls

🎓 distance, degrees & detachment ( 2001 - 2006 ) ; champan gave him books, atlanta gave him heartbreak. he left one great love behind and another disappeared without warning. he came back different. colder. careful.

clocks - coldplay

mr. brightside - the killers

let her go - passenger

🏫 classrooms, quiet flings & close calls ( 2007 - present ) ; he teaches with passion, but lives with walls. math comes easy, relationships don't. there's pride in his work, pain in his silence and a wandering heart in the summer sun.

slow dancing in a burning room - john mayer

human - the killers

the night we met - lord huron

🧳🕶️✏️what's in the desk drawer?

a stack of graded quizzes, always returned with thoughtful comments

a polaroid of him, alec and waverly at the lake, sun-faded and soft

a cracked leather journal he pretends not to use

a mint tin that's actually filled with ibuprofen

a keychain he picked up in spain and never gave to anyone

🗣️ 🤫 💬 rumor's whispered in kismet harbor

"he's the kind of teacher who remembers every kid's name and story."

"never married, never settled, but somehow always there."

"he's kind, but not soft. something about him feels guarded."

"if he loved you, you'd never know it until it was too late."

"rumor is, he had his heart broken. once. bad enough to never risk it again."

"he's a steady man, but something in him still drifts."

💭 🧠 📝six thoughts in the last year

"maybe some people only get one great love"

"i don't need a partner to be whole, right?"

"i wonder if teagan ever things about the what-ifs."

"no one ever warns you how lonely stability can be."

"it's easier to care when there's a deadline. four years and they graduate."

"i build lives in fractions and formulas, but mine still feels unfinished."

[khmusings]

📚 a life in logic & longing: the story of bradley cooper

🎵 🎧 🎶 soundtrack to a life - three songs for three chapters

🧒structure, siblings & soft spots ( 1982 - 2000 ) ; the oldest kincade kid, protective, grounded and golden. good at numbers, better at loyalty. he learned early how to show up for others and never really stopped.

free fallin' - tom petty

no rain - blind melon

iris - goo goo dolls

🎓 distance, degrees & detachment ( 2001 - 2006 ) ; champan gave him books, atlanta gave him heartbreak. he left one great love behind and another disappeared without warning. he came back different. colder. careful.

clocks - coldplay

mr. brightside - the killers

let her go - passenger

🏫 classrooms, quiet flings & close calls ( 2007 - present ) ; he teaches with passion, but lives with walls. math comes easy, relationships don't. there's pride in his work, pain in his silence and a wandering heart in the summer sun.

slow dancing in a burning room - john mayer

human - the killers

the night we met - lord huron

🧳🕶️✏️what's in the desk drawer?

a stack of graded quizzes, always returned with thoughtful comments

a polaroid of him, alec and waverly at the lake, sun-faded and soft

a cracked leather journal he pretends not to use

a mint tin that's actually filled with ibuprofen

a keychain he picked up in spain and never gave to anyone

🗣️ 🤫 💬 rumor's whispered in kismet harbor

"he's the kind of teacher who remembers every kid's name and story."

"never married, never settled, but somehow always there."

"he's kind, but not soft. something about him feels guarded."

"if he loved you, you'd never know it until it was too late."

"rumor is, he had his heart broken. once. bad enough to never risk it again."

"he's a steady man, but something in him still drifts."

💭 🧠 📝six thoughts in the last year

"maybe some people only get one great love"

"i don't need a partner to be whole, right?"

"i wonder if teagan ever things about the what-ifs."

"no one ever warns you how lonely stability can be."

"it's easier to care when there's a deadline. four years and they graduate."

"i build lives in fractions and formulas, but mine still feels unfinished."