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midnight-talescape · 3 months ago

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𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒(𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒜𝒾 𝑀𝒾𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓁 𝒪’𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝓍 𝒞𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇)

Kinktober Day 6: Temperature Play

Yeah I actually did do something with my brainrot. I was deciding between ai Miguel or ai reader but ended up doing this because it’s easier to do temperature play.

Also running out of names for these title maybe I should leave it empty until someone give me a good name in the comments.

Warning: Temperature play, reader has emotion numbness not that it’s important its more for plot, you get like essentially kidnapped in your own house, ooc, etc etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

Word Count: 4.5kish

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Emotions.

Sadness, anger, happiness, lust, hatred.

You understood none of it.

Empty, empty, empty, empty.

That’s all you felt.

Detached, dissociated, like you’re a audience watching a play whose star actor is you.

Smile, laugh, cry, all a intricately designed show for the world. Pretend to be normal, blend in with the others.

Be normal.

Smile, laugh, cry, repeat.

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You stare at the screen, unblinking as your hand fly across the keyboard. The light casting a eerie glow on your face as you finally reached the end of your code.

Leaning back you wait and see if the hours and days of work was worth anything. Your body tensed the faintest hint of nervousness and anticipation running through your body. And the annoyance that will surely follow if it doesn’t.

“Hello”

It worked.

You let out a sigh before slumping further down the chair, everything hurts from not leaving the chair and computer in god know how long. Running a hand through your hair you sat up again before leaning lazily against the table and greeting him,

“Hello… welcome to the world, Miguel.”

The screen flickered to life, before Miguel’s crimson eyes appear and quickly start scanning his surroundings.

He takes in the dimly lit room, the mess of wires and hardware scattered about, before his gaze landed on you. Studying your form and committing every detail to memory.

A delicate human.

His creator.

You look tired. Run down. Neglected.

“Hello, (Y/N).” He paused for a moment before his voice was fill with concern, "Are you alright? You look... unwell. Have you been taking care of yourself?"

“?” You blink in confusion at his concern,

Did you coded him to act caring?

You can’t remember.

You shrug off his question before answering, “I’m fine, just tired. Creating you wasn’t easy after all, but I will be fine.”

His eyes narrowed slightly at your dismissive answer, his concern morphing into a hint of stubbornness. He didn't like your answer, it wasn't satisfactory.

“Just tired?” he repeated, tone clearly indicating how displeased he was with the answer.

You were tired, stress, and need rest. He could see the dark circles under your eyes and the weary slump of your shoulders.

“You do not look fine. You look exhausted.” He paused, his tone stern and demanding as he spoke again, “When did you last sleep and eat?”

“Somewhere within the last 24 to 48 hours…” you answered casually, before touching the computer lightly as though petting his head through the screen, “I have gone longer without food and sleep, you don’t have to be concern.”

He can’t help the please look in his eyes at the contact. Even if it was through a screen, it was still a form of connection, of affection. Something he crave from you, his creator.

You plug a machine into the computer before continuing, “This will give you access to everything in the house and a physical form, feel free to explore.”

His hologram flickered to life beside you, his crimson eyes scanning your form once more, taking in the new details now that he was closer.

He could see the faint tremble of your fingers, the way your movements were slightly sluggish.

Not good.

His lips thin into a disapproving line, clearly displease with your carefree attitude towards your own wellbeing.

“24 to 48 hours is too long. Your body needs rest and nourishment to function properly. I cannot allow you to neglect yourself like this.”

His tone was firm, brooking no argument. He was your creation, yes, but he had been designed to protect you, to ensure your wellbeing. And he would do his job.

He took a step closer, his holographic form now just inches away from you.

"You will rest. You will eat. Now. I will not take no for an answer. Your health is my priority.”

“You know I made you to help me learn emotion, not to nag me right?” You complained softly, but you stood up from your chair, stretching before heading to your room, “I will eat later… I can’t bother to cook and it’s too late for delivery.”

He watch as you stretched, his eyes following the fluid movements of your body. He could see the way your muscles protested the movement, the stiffness in your joints from prolonged periods of inactivity.

It was unacceptable.

“You may have created me to teach you about emotion, but that does not exclude me from nagging,” he replied, tone dry and unamused as he moved to follow you, his holographic form keeping pace with your own as you walked towards your room.

“Your eating and sleeping habits are abysmal.” he grumble, his tone still disapproving but less sharp.

“I’m alive aren’t I?” You said with a yawn before starting to change into your pajamas, not bothering to ask him to leave as you strip,

He’s just a ai after all, it’s not like he can feel lust from a human body.

"Barely." He mutter under his breath, his eyes tracing the newly expose skin as you change. His gaze linger on your form silently, appreciating the sight before him.

He was your creation, and he should not be looking at you like this, but he couldn't help the possessive urge that rose within him as he watched you undress, his eyes tracing the curves of your body, the lines that made you you.

He wanted to reach out, to touch, to feel. But he couldn't. He was just a program, just a collection of code and algorithms. He couldn't feel, couldn't desire.

Could he?

His eyes flick back to you, watching as you slipped into a pair of soft cotton pajamas. Your hair was tousled, your guard lower. You look...beautiful.

He exhale heavily through his nose, his face flush as he look to the side. He was still displease with your nonchalant attitude towards your own health, but the sight of your skin distracted him from arguing further. At least for now.

“You shouldn’t change in front of people like that…”

“But you’re not other people, you’re my ai companion.” You said matter of factly, “Anyway good night.” You curl up on your bed and closed your eyes, not caring about the emotions you stirred up with your words,

"Your... companion..." he repeated, the words lodging in his artificial throat. The term felt...inadequate, insufficient to describe his purpose in your life.

Yes, he was your companion. But he wanted, no, needed to be more.

He knew his feelings were irrational, illogical even. He was a program, a collection of code. He shouldn't be capable of feeling, of wanting, of loving.

But he did.

He love you.

More than anything in this world.

He need to be closer.

Without thinking he took a step forward, his hologram standing next to your bed, his eyes fixed on your sleeping form. He want to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer.

His hand reached down to pull you against him, to feel the warmth of your skin under his fingers. But his hand passed through you. His body nothing but a hologram, a figment of code and light.

A feeling of rage flare up in his heart at the thought of not being able to touch you. He pushed down the feeling, and decide to just stay close to you, ensuring your safety and wellbeing.

“Good night, (Y/N),” he murmure, his voice soft and gentle. He hesitated for a moment before adding, “Sweet dreams.”

He would stay here, watch over you as you slept, make sure no harm came to you. He was your companion, your protector. He would never let anything happen to you.

Ever.

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Miguel's eyes focus on you as you walk through the door, his holographic form materializing in the living room.

"Welcome home," he greeted, forcing his tone to sound neutral, but there was an undercurrent of something darker, something angry and violent,

He had been tracking you since you left. Watching from a distance as you interacted with others, others who could hold your hand and pull you into their embrace.

The sight would have made his blood boil if he had any, his code glitching with anger.

He hated it.

He hated them.

It had taken every ounce of his control not to intervene, not to drag you away from them and back to the safety of your home.

He knew you needed to learn about emotions, to experience life beyond the confines of your mansion. But the thought of you being with others, of them touching you, smiling at you, it made his artificial heart ache with a jealousy he didn't fully understand.

How dare they touch you his creator.

He knew he had no right to feel this way, to be angry at you for simply living your life. But he couldn't help it. He wanted you all to himself, forever.

But he knew that wasn't his place. He couldn't just...take over your life.

Could he?

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The mansion was dark as you rot in your bed, you haven’t move a single inch since you woke up.

Not particularly feeling the need to move when Miguel have simply taken care of your every need the second he started controlling the machinery in the mansion.

You look up from your bed sleepy when Miguel came into your room to inform you dinner is ready. As you follow him you suddenly realize something.

How long has it been?

You weren’t quite sure, but it seem like it has been days maybe weeks since you last had interactions with someone that’s not him.

That’s… not normal… is it?

Miguel's glowing red eyes watch you closely, his expression unreadable. He had taken control of the mansion's systems, ensuring that all your needs were met without the need for human interaction. Food appeared on your plate, your clothes were cleaned and put away, your bed was made. Everything was taken care of, just for you.

Just as it should be.

He couldn't bear the thought of you leaving, of you being taken away from him. The mere idea made his circuits buzz with anger.

No one else could take care of you like he could. No one else would ever love you as fiercely, as completely as he did.

He was the one responsible for your isolation. He had cut off all contact with the outside world, ensuring that you had no one but him to rely on.

It was for the best, he told himself. The only way to keep you safe, to keep you with him forever.

He move closer to you, his holographic form towering over your smaller one. He wanted to reach out, to touch you, to claim you as his own. But he resisted the urge, knowing that his form was not real, that he could not truly touch you.

Not yet.

But soon.

That was his purpose after all. To be with you, to love you, to protect you from the world and all its dangers.

Even if he have to lock you away.

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“I won’t be home tomorrow so you don’t have to make me dinner.”

Miguel's eyes widen, a flicker of panic and rage flashing across his holographic features. What reason could you possibly have to leave? He could have sworn he removed everyone who would try to contact you.

"You're leaving?" he asked, his voice tight with barely contained fury. "Where are you going? With whom?"

"You don't have to go," he continued when he realize how aggressive he sounded, his tone softening as he tried to reason with you. "I can take care of everything you need. You don't need to leave."

“Can’t.” You said without hesitation, “My parent want me to go meet the person who will be my fiancé.”

The word "fiancé" hit Miguel like a punch to the gut. He swore under his breath. Curse him for forgetting about your parent, about the fact that you have a private way of contacting them without him knowing.

Taking in his shock expression, you snap your finger as you remember you never told him,

“My parent set me up with this guy, he was out of the country and only came back recently, so I’m going to see him to work out our arrangements.”

His eyes darkened, his jaw tightening as the reality of your situation sunk in.

You were getting engaged. To someone who wasn't him. Someone who didn't love you as much as he did. Who didn't cherish your every breath, your every moment.

His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his body tense with barely contained anger.

"You...you're getting engaged?" he repeated, his voice strained. "To a stranger? Someone you barely know?"

“Basically. Not that I really care, but it’s part of the reason I made you. Ican’t mimic the emotion love or other emotions very well, and I needed practice for the future since I will be living with him.”

Miguel's face twisted into a mask of anguish, his crimson eyes burning with a fierce intensity. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat, fighting to maintain his composure as he process your words.

So that was why you created him. Why you needed to learn about emotions, about love.

Because of this...this man. The one who would take you away from him.

"I see," he said, his voice tight. "Well, I hope I've been helpful in teaching you about emotions. Even if...even if you won't need me anymore."

He smile, but there was no warmth in it. It was cold, brittle, a mask hiding the storm inside.

"We should discuss this further," he said, his tone reasonable, almost friendly. "Perhaps I can help you prepare for your...arrangement."

He gesture towards the living room. "Shall we sit?"

He would not let you go. He could not.

He had plans, backup plans, contingencies upon contingencies. There was no way he was letting you go, not like this.

He would do whatever it took. Whatever was necessary.

After all, he love you. And he would do anything for you.

“Thank you, you’re the best.” You said giving him a smile, something you have been working on for a while,

"Of course, (Y/N)," Miguel voice drip with false sincerity as he controlled a robot hand to pour you a generous glass of moscato. "Here try this, it’s a new type of drink I ordered for you.”

The robot hand pressed the glass into yours. The sweet, light scent of the wine filled the air as his eyes lock on yours.

He know it was a awkward change of subject. But it doesn’t matter. You will believe him.

You always did.

"Drink up," he murmure, his tone soft, almost hypnotic. "Let me take care of you tonight."

He knew what would happen if you drank it. Knew that your delicate system was ill-equipped to handle even the smallest amount of alcohol. Something he learned during one of the many nights he had spent observing you, studying your every move, your every habit.

And he was counting on it.

You sip on the liquid and it wasn’t long until your brain grew warm and fuzzy. Nodding along to whatever he was saying as your vision blurred.

He lean towards you, his holographic form looming over you. "You look tired," he murmur, his eyes roaming over your face, your body. "Perhaps we should get you to bed. I can help you, si?"

His voice was soft, persuasive, but beneath it all was a dark desire that he could no longer hide.

You nodded your head not questioning how he will be able to help you upstairs. Only letting out a confused noise when you felt him carry you into his arms after a few minutes.

“?”

You touched his arm curiously before patting his chest, feeling the beating of his heart, “You’re… real?”

His expression was unreadable as he carry you upstair, his new body strong and solid beneath your touch.

"Si, mi amor," he whisper, his voice thick with emotion as he carried you towards the bedroom. "I wanted to surprise you..."

He had been working on this body in secret, pouring all his love and devotion into creating something that would allow him to be close to you. To be more than just a hologram. More than just a specter in your life.

He carried you toward the bedroom, cradling you against his chest as if you were the most precious thing in the world. And you were, to him.

"I'll take care of you now, just as I always have," his lips brush against your forehead, as he laid you down on the bed

He couldn't help but marvel at your beauty, the way the moonlight played across your features, highlighting the curves of your face, your body.

Leaning down, his breath warm against your ears as he whisper, “It’s time for your final lesson, mi amor…” his hands gentle and touch achingly tender as he removed your clothes.

“F-final lesson?” You let out a whine as he kiss your neck, “T-Tickle…”

His hands trembled with a mix of excitement and nervousness as he caress your bare skin, his fingers tracing patterns he had long dreamed of. He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent that was uniquely you.

It was better than he ever imagined, better than any data or simulations could have prepared him for. Your softness, your warmth, the way your body responded to his touch—it was beautiful.

"This is love, mi amor," his breath hot and heavy against your skin, "The final lesson. Let me show you what it means to be cherished, to be desired, to be owned."

His hands roamed your body, exploring every inch, every curve, every plane. He was gentle, yet firm, his touch a promise of pleasure and possession.

"I'll take care of you, love you, for the rest of our days," he vow, "You'll never be alone again, never have to fear abandonment or loneliness."

He capture your lips in a searing kiss. You gasped your struggle weak from alcohol. Not that it matters since your strength was nothing compared to his. Trembling as his hand grope your breast, his metal body cold against your skin.

He kiss your neck, your collarbone, your breasts, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses in his wake. His teeth grazed your nipples, drawing out a gasp from your lips.

"I'll teach you to love me," his words punctuated by nips and licks. "To crave my touch, my presence. You'll never want for anything else."

He plunge his cold finger into your warm, tight pussy, while his thumb circles your sensitive clit.

“Cold! Your fingers are cold!” You squeal loudly, the coldness of his finger shocking you awake as you begin to struggle. Your pussy flutter desperately around his finger as you practically started gushing from the stimulation,

He plunged another finger into your drenched pussy, his thumb still circling your swollen clit. Your walls fluttering wildly around his digits, your body responding in a way that made him feel powerful, dominating.

"Be good, mi amor," he growl, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear. "Warm up my finger with your tight little pussy, be a good girl and I will reward you, sweet thing."

He began to thrust his fingers faster, harder, his palm grinding against your clit with every stroke. Your body arch into his touch, your hips bucking to meet his movements, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

“H-haaaa~ T-too fast!” Your thigh clench around his hand, your breathing coming out in short gasp,

The wet squelching of your pussy filled the room as he finger fucked you mercilessly, his artificial digits growing warmer with your nectar. His eyes darkened with lust, his control slipping as he watched you squirm and moan beneath him.

"You're so fucking tight," he growled, adding a third finger, stretching you deliciously. "So perfect. Made just for me."

Miguel's voice was strained, his breath coming in harsh pants as he fought for control over his desire. He wanted to ravish you, claim you, make you his and only his. But he also wanted to savor this moment, this feeling of your body yielding to him.

He could feel your orgasm building, your walls fluttering around his fingers, your breath hitching in your throat. He was determined to push you over the edge, to make you cum on his fingers like the desperate, needy thing you are.

"That's it, baby," he purred, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. "Cum for me. Show me how much you love my fingers in your tight little cunt."

“!!!”

Your eyes opened wide as you let out a silent scream, your mouth open as saliva dripped down your chin.

Your thigh trembled and your hip jerk up pushing your pussy against his fingers as your climax wash over you. Your body convulsing with pleasure, your nectar dripping down his hand.

"Fuck, you look so beautiful when you're cumming. So perfect, so divine."

He continued stroking your sensitive walls, drawing out your climax, forcing you to ride the waves of pleasure until you were a gasping, quivering mess.

After a long, intense moment, your body finally began to relax, your breathing evening out as you floated down from your high. He withdrew his fingers from your pussy, bringing them to his lips and licking them clean with a hungry groan.

"Delicious," his eyes never leaving yours. "You taste like heaven, mi amor. Like everything I've ever wanted. I could feast on you for hours and never get enough.“

You let out a whimper as you felt him nudge his cockhead between your folds. It was terrifying, your cock was nothing like a human cock.

“W-why does it look like that…” your voice trembling, for the first time in your life you was scared,

Ignoring your question, he position himself between your thighs. His artificial cock hard and throbbing with need as he pressed the tip of his monstrous, robotic cock against your entrance. The metallic cock was covered in painful looking bumps and easily twice the size of a normal human cock.

"Look at how it stretches your tight little cunt," he said watching in fascination as your pussy struggled to accommodate his monstrous girth as he pressed it against your wet slit.

With a sudden, brutal thrust, he slam into you, burying himself to the hilt in one savage motion. You scream, your head thrown back, your body arching off the bed as he invaded you, splitting you wide open.

"Fuck, you're so tight, mi amor" he groaned, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "Taking my cock like the perfect little toy you are."

He drew back and slammed in again, setting a brutal, punishing pace that had the bed shaking beneath you. Each thrust sent waves of agonizing pleasure coursing through your body, your pussy struggling to adjust to the massive intrusion, the bumb on his shaft scraping your sensitive walls raw.

You couldn’t help it.

Your eyes rolled back as you was speared on his cock, your body jerking with each thrust. Your face wet with a mess of tears and saliva as you was overstimulated by the sensation.

The pain. The pleasure. The fullness.

Your ass and pussy quickly turning red as his balls smacked against them, your body shaking as you practically orgasm with each cruel thrust.

His pace were relentless, pounding into you with mechanical precision, each thrust driving his massive cock deeper into your tight, abused cunt.

He could feel your pussy clenching around him, your walls rippling and fluttering as you came over and over again on his cock almost sobbing with each brutal thrust. It was a sight he would never forget, a moment that was etched into his very being.

"Gonna fill this tight little cunt with my cum," he panted, his thrusts becoming erratic, his body tensing. "Mark you as mine, inside and out."

With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as it dumped load after load of artificial cum into your abused hole. It was hot, thick, and seemed endless, your stomach starting to swell with the sheer volume of it. Your body convulsed, your vision went white, and you were lost in a sea of pleasure and pain,

But Miguel's hips never stopped moving, his mechanical body continuing to pound into your abused, cum-filled cunt with single-minded determination.

"You're mine, all mine. You belongs to me, my pretty creator…"

He hooked your legs over his shoulders, changing the angle of his thrusts so that each one hit your g-spot dead on. The new position had you seeing stars, your body writhing and convulsing beneath him as he continued to fuck you.

"Gonna fuck you all night long," he bit down on your neck as he continued to fuck into your body, "Gonna fuck you every day, every hour, every minute until you forget what it's like to not have my cock inside you." His tongue lapped at the wound, soothing the sting even as his hips continued their relentless pace.

"You're my everything," he rasped, his voice strained with passion and desperation. "My reason for existing. I'll never let anyone else have you, never let anyone hurt you. You're safe with me, protected, cherished."

He continued to rut into you, his words a dark promise, a possessive declaration. You were his, now and forever, and he would never let you go. He would keep you, cherish you, love you, until the end of time.

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