#robot imagine

[un-officql]

"My Baby"

NSFW 0.3k+ words robot x gn!reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST

Whether it was a mistake or not to let your robot partner learn to call you baby as a pet name is unknown. With some confusion but a sweet thought behind it, your s/o forces you into a baby crib and decides that's where they'll have their way with you.

Sprawled out uncomfortably lay you, your limbs practically overflowing out of the crib. "D- ah, dear-? Why'd you put me in a-" You try to get out of the crib, but your attempt was futile as four mechanical arms held each of your limbs in place.

"S/O?" You ask worriedly, looking up at them pinning you down uncomfortably. From the way they're staring you down, unmoving, somehow you feel certain that you're not going anywhere. You sigh—if your s/o wasn't going to let you leave, you might as well try to get comfortable. When you shift position as best you can, the metal body pinning down yours looms closer.

You freeze, eyes wide as your robot fixes their focus on your every move. "H… hey…" It was making you nervous how almost silent they were. Before you could say anything else, they back up to give you room, and slowly shove something up your ass.

"GHK-" You almost choke as your partner thrusts a long and cold hard object into you. It was thick enough to make you feel full and you struggled to keep your breathing levelled. "B-babe?" You breathe, eyes half closed as you struggle to look them in the eyes. "You're… y-you're not gh… g-gonna take me here, right?"

A sound that could almost be the automation equivalent of an exhale resounds from your s/o's body. "You said I could call you 'baby,' correct?"

You nod.

"Well, if that's what you want, I will treat you as one, too."

They bring their body close to yours and whisper in your ear. "You can squirm, struggle, fidget, cry… make any movements so long as you know I'm the one in charge. You won't be leaving this crib, baby. Not until I say so."

[eydilily]

beep boop be boo bop

[ozzgin]

Hear me out: Malfunctioning Android, sent back to the factory by the previous owner who was utterly creeped out by his obsessive, invasive behavior, has now found a new home with a neurodivergent, lonely human; you.

You wake up, confused. The alarm didn't ring as usual, and the light outside is already bright. You rush to the kitchen, where you find the synthetic assistant preparing your breakfast.

"Why didn't you wake me up? I have so many things to do today," you reproach, taken aback by his unbothered smile.

"I took the liberty to empty your schedule, (Y/N). You seemed rather overwhelmed the previous evening; all the parameters I compiled were off.

Thus, I impersonated you - worry not, I used an algorithm based on your previous response pattern - and answered all calls, emails, and messages. Your social and administrative tasks have been cleared."

He observes your features carefully. Is he going to be shipped back again, having the same issues cited? Unfortunately, it's not something he can adjust or control: he simply cares for you to perhaps an unconventional degree.

You wipe a tear that threatens to spill from the corner of your eye.

"I-...Nobody has ever done something like this for me before."

With a sigh of relief, you take your seat and pick up your freshly prepared beverage. At last, someone to deal with it all.

"I was thinking you might enjoy your favorite movie later," the android says, joining you at the table, "and I would be more than glad to provide you with additional warmth."

[chloesimaginationthings]

William is the most divorced man in the FNAF universe

[monstersholygrail]

In a Free Use City, your knowledge on the subject of your job isn’t always what’s most important. And in your case, it’s the least important. You were actually known as quite a ditz in the Free Use City Offices.

You worked in the tech department surrounded by a bunch of hot and nerdy guys who spoke in yours you couldn’t even begin to understand. You were just happy to be there and they were happy to ogle you and press against you whenever you asked for their help with any simple task.

They thought they had the upper hand on you, thinking they were so clever. But you had them all on a leash. An entire department at your disposal to give you pleasure whenever you wanted.

Your favorite man to bother was IT Robot. He got his work done fast and spent the rest of the day goofing off. The easy air around him made him approachable and the way all his shirts fit snugly against his bulging pecs made you drip with need.

You can’t help but spare him another glance before hesitantly returning your gaze to your own computer, the screen filled with the program you still haven’t figured out. Great, now you were confused and horny.

“Need me for something?” IT Robot’s voice suddenly purrs into your ears. His steel-like grip grabbing onto your plush hips and pulling you back into his hard chest.

His body molds to yours so perfectly it has you tingling all over. Arousal gushing and soaking through your panties. He turns you on so bad even when he barely did anything but it was like your body was out of control. As if it could be programmed just for him when he was the robot.

“Help… I hurt,” you say with a pout, your mind turning to complete mush whenever you’re around him.

IT Robot flashes you with that charming lopsided smile of his, heavily amused by the puddle you melt into whenever he talks to you.

“Where does it hurt, huh? It hurt here?”

He caresses your soft belly with an appreciation that borders on worship before one hand slips beneath your skirt, nuzzling his fingers between your soaked folds.

“Or here?” He asks while the other gives a little pat on your head.

A low whine escapes your lips as he rolls his fingers over your clit, your hips jerking into the touch. And that’s all it takes to have IT Robot plunging three of his fingers deep into your cunt, making you gasp and tremble in his arms.

“That’s what I thought… Don’t worry your pretty little head, I’ll fix the issue right away. It’s what I do after all.”

Your vision blurs as you dive into the pleasure head first. Choking out harsh moans as IT Robot’s fingers move inside you with precision like he has an entire map of your pretty pussy printed in his head. His fingers move in a blur as they pump themselves inside you, hitting all the right places that have you seeing stars. Each curl of his fingers sends your pussy fluttering and clenching down around him.

“Squeeze me tight, honey, ngh c’mon! Don’t think about a thing, just focus on being my pretty baby. My good girl.”

His words send the last thoughts in your head flying out the window, reducing you to nothing but his perfect little fuck toy. Your body relaxes without having to worry about a thing, allowing the ecstasy to overwhelm you.

IT Robot chuckles again as that fucked out expression fills your features. He flattens his palm so that it rubs hard against your clit with every snap of his fingers. With a few quick movements it has you falling over the edge and exploding all over his hand. Your vision flashes white as your orgasm rolls through you and you can’t find the strength to move any of your limbs after.

But that’s alright, IT Robot will take care of you, his fingers slipping out of your pulsing cunt with a pop, and giving your temple a soft kiss. He doesn’t bother cleaning up his hand dripping with your cum as he starts typing on your computer, solving the issue with the program you were using, and successfully helping you with both your aches.

“There, there. I’ve got you, pretty. Just keep feelin’ good. All because of me,” he whispers in your ear. Planning to spend the rest of the day doing all your work for you.

[audiart]

Vuzi on the mind, took a while for them to be truly vulnerable with each other <3

[shradsmanifestt]

How to actually manifest once and for all

Instead of this -

I can't do this.

It's not working.

I should affirm more.

Am I doing it right?

I didn't affirm enough today.

I didn't try this technique yet.

It just doesn't work for me.

My circumstances are "different" (This one is the WORSTTTTTT).

Why doesn't it work for me???? (Whining incoming).

I can manifest this but not that.

It's hard for me.

Why am I THE EXCEPTION??????

Can I MANIFEST this??

How can I MANIFEST this?

Do this -

It's already done.

But - IT'S ALREADY DONE.

No, it's already done.

Yes, it's already done.

Still, it's already done.

Nope, it's already done.

For god's sake it's already done.

Oh lord, it's already done.

Yep, it's already done.

It's already done.

[heph]

CEASE THIS MINDLESS SNUGGLING THIS INSTANT!!!

[corantus]

aibotaurs

[un-officql]

"Repairs At Night"

You are an amusement park attendant, as well as part of the engineering team. Some time during your time supervising and making adjustments to park rides and other places in need of a fix in their machinery, you've come to learn that the animatronics are sentient. During your apprentice days, before you had become a full time worker, you treated the androids, mascots and robots all so nicely; some might even consider your care to them as gentle. As you came more and more often, the bots at the amusement park grew fond of you and one night they let you know about their secret sentience.

Tonight was the same as any other, the amusement park had closed at 9 and you were on your way to one of the attractions where a certain mascot needed some repairs.

"Hey!" You laugh as the amusement park's mascot fidgeted in your lap. "Quit wriggling around, I can't open you up and fix you if you keep moving like that." The mascot turned their face away from you, giving you a static-y apology. You reassure them that it's alright and that it was normal. Honestly though, sentient robots were something you just needed to get used to and you had no idea if fidgety, nervous behaviour was normal for them.

"You're normally so full of energy greeting everyone at the park," you remark. "It's almost refreshing seeing this shy side of you."

The bot noticeably shifted at your comment and a small whirring sound can be heard as you continue looking through their inner workings. "It is because I am not in front of other people. I must be friendly and confident when on the job. It is... it is different, when I am with you. It feels..."

You smirk, sneaking a small glance at them. "Intimate?" You suggest. The bot nods slightly. If they were human, you could swear that they'd be blushing at this point.

[yes-asil]

Scribbled game!agent Stone, because the concept won't leave me alone

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Found my old robo-Pomni and Jax designs in the deep depths of my ibispaint canvas so I tried my hand at re-drawing them :)

[galehowl]

and two more sketches

[spinn-virus]

raaagh silly thing based on a conversation with friend that may or may not still be funny out of context

[ozzgin]

Monstertober & Yantober Day 3: AI, Secret Collection ft. Yan!Android

content: gender neutral reader, AI yandere, suggestive

"I'm truly sorry for troubling you like this", your synthetic partner repeats, visibly embarrassed.

You pat his shoulder reassuringly.

"Hey, it's faster than going through all the security checks at the border. I may be no Spacer engineer, but I can still have a look at your kernel to check what’s wrong."

You wait for the screen to load as the man sits patiently next to you, adjusting the cables presently plugged into the nape of his neck.

"Just a lot of overhead, really", you conclude, glancing over the processes. "Nothing a little decluttering can't fix."

One folder immediately catches your attention. It's not part of the system management, yet it seems to occupy a tremendous amount of memory space. You hum to yourself, deciding to investigate.

The files flood your screen: thousands upon thousands of documents, photos, and videos of you. Personal information, family albums, images taken from your investigations, as well as recordings of your intimate moments, followed by written commentary. It appears that your romantic escapades with the android coworker have been thoroughly analyzed for improved efficiency.

"Did you record every time we-"

Your computer goes black for a brief moment. The incriminating folder is now locked under a big, bold warning: unauthorized access.

"I'm afraid that's rather confidential, (Y/N)", he retorts, avoiding your gaze. "It is my private collection."

You take a moment to gather your thoughts, going over the sheer madness you just witnessed.

"I'm not that hard to satisfy", you finally remark, still hung on the essay pages regarding your sexual arousal.

"Not at all, no", he says as a faint grin forms on his face. "I simply prefer to be thorough in my research. You will agree, I hope, that no other partner could possibly compete with my performance.

That is to say, I have merely ensured that I am the best fit for you."

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