https://padlet.com/I_literally_simp_for_robots/trroumrqtt1p1upz These are both SFW and NSFW, so reader discretion is advised. Also, NSFW doesn't always just mean sex, it can also mean heavy gore. I have made this Padlet public, but none of you can make posts. You may comment. en-us 2023-09-27 13:19:25 UTC 2023-09-27 13:28:34 UTC hello@padlet.com https://padlet.net/icons/png/270f.png I_literally_simp_for_robots https://padlet.com/I_literally_simp_for_robots/trroumrqtt1p1upz/wish/2723104244   You tilt your head, grinning up at the scarlet and orange animatronic looming over you. You had learned to not be scared of his enormous size, and also to accept the fact that he was full of wonders.
  "Ya ready, big guy?" You ask, adjusting the operating chair to accommodate his size. He nods, fidgeting, and sits on the chair, his antennae low with worry and embarrassment. He was unclothed from the waist up, for repairs, and he felt wrong without his hoodie.
  "Bl00dst4in," you say quietly. He looks up at you. "I won't hurt you on purpose, okay? I'll try to be gentle. But those wires need to be cleaned, and your...insides need cleaning up. You trust me, right?"
  "Of course."
  You smile and help him get into position, and you carefully restrain his wrists in the metal clamps so he can't accidentally hurt you while you're on his lap, elbows deep in wires. You grab your tool belt and strap it around your waist, making sure everything's there before climbing onto Bl00dst4in's lap and settling down with a satisfied huff. He watches nervously as you reach up to tap the diamond-shaped button on his chest, opening the panels that lead to his inner workings. With one last reassuring smile, you get to work, rolling up your sleeves before plunging your hands in.
  "Jeez, Blem, what did you do to get your wires so dirty?" You ask, moving wires aside with one hand and cleaning them with a rag that is scrunched in your other. In response, he huffs an artificial breath, ruffling your hair and making you chuckle. You continue to wipe, parting red wires, blue wires, green wires...and then you touch that lone yellow wire and he jerks. You weren't expecting the sudden movement. Your body moves with his, and you end up yanking on that seemingly sensitive wire. Above you, Bl00dst4in closes his eyes. You can't tell if it's in pain or anger, or possibly both, but you still apologise profusely.
  "Oh- my gosh- I'm so sorry-! I d-didn't mean to!" You stutter, pulling your hands back and setting the rag down on your lap. The oil residue immediately stains your khaki trousers, but you couldn't really care less about clothing right now. You just possibly hurt your best friend! He sighs.
  "It's...f-fine. Just...get this over w-with."
  You frown and pick the rag back up, flipping it over to the cleaner side and getting back to work. This time, you're careful not to touch that yellow wire, however...it seems to have a mind of its own as it repeatedly falls against your hand. Each time, Bl00dst4in jerks under you, and each time, you apologise.
  Finally, it's just that yellow wire that needs to be wiped down, and you dread it.
  "O-okay, Blem. I need to wipe down the sensitive wire now-" you warn, before reaching towards it with the rag and swiping down quickly.
  "A-aghh~"
  That is not the noise you're expecting, and it doesn't help that his body jerks with it. You look up at your friend, your face lighting up a reddish-pink colour as you pull your arms back quickly. He looks down at you, his eyes half-lidded and face pink with embarrassment and slight arousal.
  "Ex-excuse me-!?" You splutter, waving the rag at Bl00dst4in's abdomen. "Wh-what was that!?"
  He takes a second to answer. "U-uhm...the wire is very sensitive."
  "Yeah, I got that part when you jerked your entire body. No, what was that noise, Blem?"
  His face gets redder, and you pick up on it. "Bro, who programmed you!? Not that I'm particularly unsatisfied with some of your features," you add after his antennae droop lower, "but sometimes I wonder what the hell your programmer and creator were thinking when they added some of these things to you."
  His eyes flit from his open chest to your hands, and then to the side. You'd known this animatronic too long to not know that he was silently asking you to touch the wire again. You tilt your head in utter confusion.
  "Dude, seriously?"
  "It feels good!" He protests, his arms subconsciously yanking at their restraints in an attempt to throw themselves up, making a defensive move. He winces.
  "Th-these things hurt."
  "I understand, and I'm sorry, but we are not changing the subject. I still don't even know how to feel about the noise you just made."
  "It was a noise. And honestly, I should be the one complaining. I mean, I'm sitting here with my wrists restrained, and my best friend sitting on my lap."
  You blush a dark red. "D-don't word it like th-that! And anyways, wh-who said I was complaining?"
  He raises an eyebrow, a slight grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You want to elaborate?"
  "No." You cross your arms, looking away. Small tidbits of what you push down in your mind resurface, and you fight to push them down again, feeling your face become an oven. Recently, you've been having strange thoughts and dreams about Bl00dst4in that you couldn't explain, and most of them left you sweating and fanning yourself with paper. You sometimes wished they'd stop, because that was your best friend and you didn't want to ruin that relationship, but at the same time, you didn't want the fantasies to go away. You wanted more. Your thoughts drift to that one fantasy you had, just today...where he had you tied to the chair in the corner of your room, and was about to-
  "You sure? You're looking a bit 'tomato' there." Bl00dst4in snaps you out of your migrating thoughts, tilting his head as his antennae poke at your hair.
  "I'm fine," you snap, closing his chest panels with a click and sliding off his chest, leaving him pouting. "Just...thinking."
  "Mhm. Hey, you gonna un-restrain me or...?"
  You sigh quite audibly as you glance at your controls, pressing the button to set him free. As soon as he's free, you're suddenly up against the nearest wall, your hands pinned above you, and Bl00dst4in's smug face grinning at you as you stare in shock. You weren't even given time to think-
  "So. What were you thinking about~?"]]> 2023-09-27 13:25:52 UTC https://padlet.com/I_literally_simp_for_robots/trroumrqtt1p1upz/wish/2723104244