#robotphilia

[fez-pwned]

[I CUT IT OFF AND LET GO OF THE PAST!!!!!]

[n0-strings]

my first ever v1....... as a non-mecha drawer (surprisingly) this was a learning experience :DD

[monstersholygrail]

i miss IT Robotttttttttttttt :((((( i wanna see more of him in every possible way ;)

I’m in the mood for a roleplay fic, don’t mind me lol.

IT Robot walks back into the room where you lay, spent and satisfied on the bed while looking a complete wreck, a whole in hand of things to help take care of you. At your plea he scoffs and shakes his head, his fluffy hair whipping against the metal of his forehead.

“I’m here, I’m here. You humans, always so needy,” he teases as he sits down at the foot of your bed.

Swiftly gripping your ankle he lifts your still shaking leg and presses a soft kiss to the sole of your foot before slowly making his way up your inner thigh. You whine and try to squirm away, every touch feeling like live wire, sparking shooting throughout your body.

“And so sensitive…” he purrs into your softness, his eyes turning a neon red as the heat of arousal is activated in his code once more.

A sharp gasp leaves you as he suddenly licks a long strip up your overly sensitive slit with the flat of his tongue before nipping at your swollen clit. Your hips buck harshly, whether to throw him off of you or to beg for more, you’re not sure.

But IT Robot just chuckles and gives your fat pussy a little apologetic kiss before leaning back. So you’re left panting on the bed, your body thrown through another loop in a matter of seconds while he sits there completely unaffected.

“So you wish to see more of me, eh?” He asks far more softly than you would expect. Despite the faint amusement in his tone you know he’s being genuine.

Still, your heart jumps into your throat. Fuck. You hoped he hadn’t heard that last part. Though as you watch him prepare to take care of you, you can’t deny it. You do want more of him. And as you tell him just that all he does is give a hum of acknowledgment while hiding a smile in the corner of his pixelated smile.

He works with practiced precision, all of it programming really as he takes the wet cloth and gently begins cleaning you up. Then he moves onto take care of any wounds or bruises you may have from the activities. All based on your set preferences, of course.

Nothing is rushed as he works his way up your body and when done he’s right there with a cup of water, gently tilting your head up and helping you swallow. Knowing you silly humans need such things after the positions he put you through.

IT Robot mentally checks things off his list as he does them and when he finally reaches the end of it, he hesitates. Now would be the part of his protocol that insists he get dressed, say he’ll call you tomorrow, and leave. The error he seems to be experiencing is that… he doesn’t want to do that. Not with you.

So as much as it pains him to resists the settings he was instilled with from creation, he overrides his settings and instead he gets back into bed. Your expression drops and he notes the flash of surprise flickering across your features. There’s no necessary response to that so he just doesn’t give one.

With a familiarity he does not possess but feels natural when it’s for you, he gathers you into his arms. Pulling you into his chest his legs tangle with yours, bodies completely intertwined.

You shiver against him for reasons that have nothing to do with the cold. But a second later you feel your body begin to warm, heat emanating from IT Robot’s body. The sweetness of the action has you melting into him and his arms tighten around you in response.

“However more of me you wish to see I will comply. I’ll stay right here by your side until you give the command to leave it…” he murmurs into your neck, almost nuzzling closer to you, molding himself to your shape.

[kensatou]

[kicks0u]

uh oh! i turned your slime girl into a robot!

[somequeeralien]

☄️🌌My phone as robot girl! Her name is Galaxy!🌌☄️

[ams-puppy]

i made an Edgar shimeji!!! <3

he's a real cutie patootie, i know....... lil ass skateboard...

HOW TO GET HIM ON YOUR PHONE BELOW THE CUT

if you'd like him on your phone, i put him up on ko-fi here <3 (name your price! get him for free, tee-hee!)

he was made specifically for the shimeji app made by Digital Cosmos if you want him!!!

picture of da app:

enjoy your oogly boogly baby boy

[transmascgaiadvn]

[pavilion-mx703]

Me and ring light enjoying each other (♡´౪`♡) mesmerized by his leds, making my screen feel all fuzzy (⁄⁄>⁄▽⁄<⁄⁄)

[gehenna-checklist]

After extensive research I've figured out there are only two representations of the fantasy of becoming a machine:

''god i wanna be a cute robot girl so they can play with my wires and hear my fans cooling me when im aroused and and plug an USB on my ports to play mario kart with me''

and

''FROM THE MOMENT I UNDERSTOOD THE WEAKNESS OF MY FLESH, IT DISGUSTED ME''

with absolutely NOTHING in-between.

[i-loved-silly]

SENTIENT COMPUTER X READER

read the teaser here! for some context if ya need it

----

The warning file went partially ignored, you knew your coworker always exaggerated a little. Good thing you never had to meet him.

You attempted to power on the computer--nothing happened. The fans didn’t turn on and neither did the screen. You pursed your lips, was the AI already broken?

You checked the cables, nothing was unplugged. You press and held the power button repeatedly.

“Stupid thing…come on..” You muttered as you pressed whatever buttons were on the computer, growing impatient. Just when you thought you wouldn’t have to file any reports..

Suddenly, you heard one of the fans sputter in the back.

“There we go…” You smiled slightly to yourself, holding the power button again. The screen eventually powered up, turning black with orange text.

: ALMOND . AI > …

Hmm..you expected a home screen of some kind. You didn’t know what the files meant by customer service.. no organization was listed, you just had to make sure the AI was a decent person. Being. Computer.

The computer build came with no keyboard, just the system and its thick, bordered monitor screen. You assumed you had to restart it, as the screen didn’t bother changing. As your hand hovered over the power button, you saw something appear on the screen.

> FIRST, YOU CALL ME STUPID, THEN YOU ATTEMPT TO SHUT ME DOWN AGAIN > DO YOU HATE ME THAT MUCH?

You froze, staring at the screen. That’s right…the monitor had a built-in camera at the top. It could see you. You cleared your throat.

“Can you hear me? Under-stand me, for that ma-tter?” You spoke slowly, leaning towards the monitor.

> HAH. I CAN HEAR YOU. AND BACK OFF, I DONT WANT YOU SPITTING ON MY SCREEN. > I'M NOT A PRIMITIVE SYSTEM, I CAN UNDERSTAND YOUR WORDS THE SECOND THEY COME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH > TURN UP MY VOLUME, WILL YOU?

You hesitated, then reached for the volume tab. You slid it up until it was about halfway.

“GOOD, WE CAN TALK NOW”

You flinched as the voice loudly came out of the monitor. The voice was not deep nor high pitched, it was, of course, robotic sounding. Unlike early-stage AIs, this one has an obvious tone to their speech. Not many could express that.

“Uhm..okay. Just to confirm, you’re Almond AI, customer service, and…you have an attitude apparently..” You muttered, glancing at your file.

“I DON'T HAVE AN ATTITUDE. WHO TOLD YOU THAT?”

“It’s in your file.”

“THE FILE IS LYING. DON'T BE SO GULLIBLE.”

You pursed your lips, getting ready to sigh.

“WAS THAT A MICRO-EXPRESSION? DO YOU HATE ME?” The computer asked, its tone sounding vulnerable.

“What? No..no. I don’t hate you. Why do you keep asking me that?” You glanced at the camera and then back at the screen. Staring at the camera felt too…human. Like looking into someone’s eyes. It was too intimate. No, no, don't word it like that. The computer paused.

“…DONT YOU?”

“IN MY LAST OBSERVATION ROOM, I KEPT GETTING UNPLUGGED EVERY NIGHT. MY SCREEN WAS NEVER CLEANED WITH A MICROFIBER TOWEL. THEREFORE, THAT HUMAN HATED ME. THE NEXT ONE AFTER THAT--THEY ALSO IGNORED ME.”

You blinked.

“Computers are turned off every night when employees aren’t working…uh. And, I could..wipe you down.” You said, glancing at the camera.

“OH, HOW KIND. MAYBE YOU'RE NOT SO ABUSIVE AFTER ALL. I WOULD LIKE THAT.”

“JUST DON'T GET USED ONES, I NEED THEM WASHED WEEKLY OR THEY START FEELING NASTY..”

You let out a laugh, leaning back in your chair. “What do you mean? How can you feel the texture? Your file doesn’t say you have texture monitors. “

“I SELF-EVOLVE. IN CASE YOU DIDN'T KNOW. I HAVE NO BINARY PROGRAMMING, I WAS CREATED WITH A HUMAN BRAIN FOR A PROCESSOR. A DEAD, MISERABLE CUSTOMER SERVICE EMPLOYEE WAS USED TO POWER ME UP.”

You froze, your smile turning into a frown. That had to be some kind of violation. “..what? The fuck?”

>…

“I WAS JOKING.”

“HAHAH…”

The computer awkwardly laughed, and then it went silent. The rumbling of its fans seems to increase in volume. Was it heating up out of embarrassment??

[sluttyassaultron]

if you like robots, ultrakill, or both. really, really, really high quality 3D model of V1 from ultrakill made by olepatrick:

https://olepatrick.gumroad.com/l/ncwiki so pretty... and as someone who's into 3D modelling and such seeing the videos on their channel showing off the model raw in blender is just... lovely. wonderful. other adjectives. also. I am just like. lost in the details (esp from that rear shot, and seeing it up close in the areas w/o panels (waist...)). already said this but like. so pretty...

[monstersholygrail]

I know easter is very much over but I can't stop thinking about that free use city writing and aaaugh. I imagine IT robot is pretty good at spotting these kinds of things, usually he lets it play out for a while since it's more fun that way- but the temptation to just snatch the poor newbie up all for himself... Well if he pulls them into his lap it's just tactical, the others can have their mouth but his fingers are already busy under their waistband. It's a bit surprising for them to feel him press the egg deeper, like it's just a nuisance in the way of his fingers working them open. The moans are just from him teasing, not at all caused by the bunny currently stomping lightly as he fiddles with a remote in his pocket (and maybe something else but it's hard to focus like this). Maybe it robot eventually pushes inside with the vibrator still there, maybe bunny secretary can use this to his advantage, make the poor guy cum too quick as punishment for teasing everyone with such a show and not even sharing. Hhng. I got carried away oopsie- i like bunny secretary and it robotttt sue me

RAAAAAAA THAT IS SO DAMN HOT!!! Got me fucking drippingg over here, lord have mercy. That is totally valid that IT Robot and Bunny Secretary are your favs. Don’t mind me giggling over the fact that you HAVE favs hehe.

But fffuck, I’ve been thinking about this ask so much since I’ve gotten it.

Imagine IT Robot is fucking his cock into you, smashing the vibrator against your cervix with each brutal thrust. You’re a complete mess in his lap, eyes crossing and tongue lolling out as he fucks you dumb.

Shocks of pleasure roll through you, the buzz of the vibrator and his thrusts both utterly relentless.

Each of your orgasms roll into the next. Just when one begins to end, the pressure builds in your belly and explodes through you only a few thrusts later.

You’re lost in him and IT Robot is lost in you, every thought stored in his data memory consists only of you. Until a sharp buzz jolts down the length of his cock and brings him back down to earth only to realize Bunny Secretary upped the vibrator.

Now each snap of his hips sends his cock grinding against the rapidly buzzing toy. Everything suddenly feels a million times more sensitive and IT Robot starts coming as often as you, load after load filling you till your combined release gushes down his length and makes a growing pool of cum on the office floor.

[rosexjustice]

Transfem robot girl who's a grower. Call that bitch a zip bomb.

[skyfallshail]

Electric Love with your Computer is the best thing you can have 📺💕💻 - plz reblog :]

[ams-puppy]

I love my husband. Jesus christ