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You’d like to meet the people who designed Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex and give them a harsh slap on the wrist. Maybe even more than that, you’re sure the bastards deserve it. As incredible and technologically advanced as the Pizzaplex is, it’s equally just as horrible. You’d have quit by now if not for the freakishly high pay and incredibly advanced animatronics.
But in all seriousness, who the hell designs a robot with pain receptors?
Sure, you suppose you get it. The animatronics need to be aware of their surroundings. They can’t let a kid get too close or pull on something they shouldn’t. It’s for safety reasons, you understand that. But kids still do things they shouldn’t, and it feels punishing to the animatronics for the nasty childrens’ behavior. You can only see it as unfair.
You’re probably thinking about this too much. It’s not your job to worry about them, after all. It’s just your job to fix them. (Even though there’s one, in particular, you just can’t help fretting over.)
Grumbling to yourself, you stop by the maintenance hallway to grab your tools, all tucked away nicely in your toolbox. You’re hoping you won’t need to come back here again tonight, it’s a long walk from the hall to the daycare.
As requested by somebody higher up, you don’t care enough to recall who, you’re being sent to work on the Daycare Attendant. Something about a kid pulling too hard on the wires connected to the back of his faceplate. Why no one ever bothered to cover them up, somehow, is beyond you.
Sun had apparently been whining about it for the rest of the day, and the daycare had to be shut down early. The higher-ups are pretty pissed about it, which is why you’re being sent at the very start of your shift. Lucky you.
You swipe your security pass to enter the daycare area, hastily walking past the slide (though it is tempting, you’d rather not go swimming in the cesspool of ball pit germs) in lieu of the doors on the bottom level. The jovial daycare music plays happily from the speakers above in a constant loop that would probably drive you mad if you had to listen to it all day every day. You don’t know how Sun does it.
“Sunny?” you call out as you enter the empty daycare, setting your tools on top of the security desk. “I heard what happened earlier, I’m here to fix it.”
A jingle of bells above you alerts you of Sun’s presence. Your head turns towards the sound, looking up to see the animatronic curled in on himself atop one of the play structures, his hands gripping the back of his head.
You purse your lips with a small pang of sympathy. He really does look to be in pain. Why did they ever have to do this to him? You don’t know whether to feel angrier at his creator or the reckless kids who did this.
“Hey, Sunny,” you say more softly, stepping closer to the playpen. You have no idea how you’re supposed to get on top of it, silently praying you won’t have to figure it out. “How’re you feeling, bud?”
The Sun lets out a sound that can only be described as a wail, his faceplate twisting up to meet your eyes. “I-I’m fine, friend, not to worry! Heh, the little friends were just– just a little too wound up today. Probably shouldn’t have given them more sunnydrops. But! But but but– they looked so tired after their naps, couldn’t– couldn’t play with sleepy friends, no no!”
The poor thing. You do feel bad for Sun, you’re sure he got the short end of the stick. You know he loves his job, loves the kids, of course he does, but it isn’t lost on you how that stress just gets to him. (Okay, so maybe you’ve spent a few too many nights awake when you should have been asleep, having fake arguments in your head with the people who made him. So, sue you. Sunny doesn’t deserve to be able to get stressed like humans do. Who the hell designs a robot with anxiety? It just feels cruel.)
“It’s alright, it isn’t your fault,” you reassure him, holding your hand out. “Why don’t you come down so we can fix you up, okay?”
You swear his grin widens as he asks, “Can we play after? Oh, you never stay and play with me, Sunshine!”
That’s because, unfortunately, you have a job to do. But, then again, you don’t think anyone would mind if you’re gone for just a little while. And really, who are you to deny him after everything he’s endured today?
“Sure, but you have to come down first.”
Elated, Sun jumps up from his seat, immediately scrambling down towards the ground excitedly. “That’s wonderful! We’ll have so much fun, we can color or– or fingerpaint! I can grab the glitter glue, and we’ll– OW, owowow–”
Sun turns his head in a full circle, not unlike he usually does, and immediately breaks out into pained murmuring, clutching at his faceplate again.
These kids sure did a number on him.
You run over to your toolbox on the desk, grabbing it and bringing it over to where Sun is sitting on the plush flooring, dropping it and squatting down next to him, holding out your hands.
“Hey, hey, Sun, you’re alright,” you tell him gently, reaching into your tools. “Listen, I need to access that circuit board in order to help, so I need you to keep still. I’ll make it stop hurting, okay? Just keep still, then we can draw, right?”
Sun’s eyes flick over to you and he slowly nods his head. “I know, I know, we’ll have a lot of fun! Just be careful, pleasepleaseplease, hurts a lot.”
“I know it does,” you say, dragging your toolbox over behind him, standing as you take a look at the back of his head. “I’ll try to make this quick.” It’s clear how hard he’s trying to keep still. Usually, he’s full of movement, swaying back and forth even when sitting still. Instead, his hands are harshly gripping the fabric of his pants and his shoulders are tense, as if he’s putting all of his attention into making your job easier for you. You can’t deny that it’s sweet.
One look at the circuit board in the back of his head, completely unexposed, and you see the problem. And it’s no wonder he’s been in pain: the wires have been pulled out. Not completely, not enough to decommission him or stop him from working, but it’s almost as if they’ve been dislocated. You’re sure it is as painful as Sun makes it out to be.
Thankfully, it’s an easy fix. You just need to slip them back into place, and since none of them look broken, you shouldn’t even have to replace them. The bad news is that in order to do that, you’re going to need to put a lot of pressure on them. And with the amount of pain Sun’s in, you are sure it won’t be an easy task. These wires are by far one of the most sensitive areas in his design, why wouldn’t they be left uncovered to all the kids that climb on him all day. Honestly, it’s a miracle that some loose kid didn’t spill Fizzy Faz or something there by now.
“Hey, Sun?” you say slowly, hoping he’ll make this easy for you. “Uh– I’m gonna have to put a lot of pressure on these wires in order to get them back into place. This…will probably hurt.” You immediately sense the way Sun begins to panic, trying to turn around to face you, already starting to protest. Quickly, you put your hands on his shoulders to still him. “But don’t worry! It’ll only hurt for a second, and then it won’t hurt at all. It will make it better, I just need you to do this for me.”
The Sun is hesitant, nervous, but he allows you to do what you need to. He fidgets with his pants restlessly as your hand hovers over the wires, trying to figure the best and quickest way to go about this.
“Alright, I’m going to do it,” you warn him, holding onto one of his rays for leverage. You feel him jolt beneath your fingertips. “Ready? Three, two…” Your hand wraps around the bundle of wires, pushing on them with a firm force in an attempt to move them back into place.
Sun makes a pained groan, a staticky sound that slips from his voicebox as your grip on his ray tightens and you try again. But on your third, frustrated push, you recognize that it isn’t pained at all.
What the hell…?
You quickly pause, though your hands don’t move away. Sun is quivering slightly beneath you, whining when you stop.
“Uh… Sunny, you okay?” you ask, slowly pulling your hands away. Immediately, Sun is protesting.
“N-no, no, Sunshine, don’t stooop!” he pleads, sounding close to sobbing. You freeze at the inflection in his voice, never having heard anything like that from him before. When you move your hands back to where they were, he unmistakably lets out a moan.
Oh.
Oh.
Your first thought, of course, is, Why the fuck did they design the robot to feel pleasure? You think it’s a pretty justified reaction. Just what the hell were they thinking? The second thought is just a bit more shameful, but nonetheless intriguing: What other sounds can he make?
Sure, it’s kind of perverted, but you’re fascinated with your new discovery. (And maybe something is stirring in you, but you ignore that.)
So you listen to him. With twice the motivation as before, you push down on the wires, drinking in Sun’s groans as you feel them snap back into place. Though your touch lingers, tracing along the stretch of the wires. Sun whimpers, a sound pitiful for something so much larger than you. You can’t help but giggle, your fingers gliding back up the circuit.
But a warm hand reaches back, gripping your wrist firmly. In a smooth motion, Sun is standing, pulling you with him, until you’re face to face with the animatronic. His other hand circles around your other wrist, and with a small pang of arousal, you realize you’re stuck. Sun’s hold is firm, you couldn’t escape if you tried. (Not that you want to.)
“Sunshine,” he says, voice coming out between artificial pants, “That isn’t fair, you aren’t playing fair. Told me it would hurt. You lied, why did you lie to me?” Sun’s close, so close, your vision swimming with golden rays and piercing white eyes. He isn’t trying to be intimidating, but with him leaning over you like this, it’s hard for it not to come off that way.
“I– I didn’t,” you try to defend yourself uselessly, something in you not knowing where this is going. Sun probably doesn’t even know the extent of what happened, you’re being stupid. “I thought it would hurt, I don’t–”
“I wonder,” Sun interrupts you, his voice dipping. “Wonder if you knew that would happen, just to work me up.”
You’re not sure how much you like the implication.
Then Sun giggles. “But I’m fixed now! So we can play, right?”
You hesitate a moment before nodding. “You wanted to draw, right?”
The Sun nods, humming, but he doesn’t pull away from you. “I did!” he says. “But now I wanna play something else.” You swallow as he looms closer, that wide, unmoving grin taunting you. “You made the wires stop hurting! And it felt… good. How did you do that, Sunshine? How, how? You– you should do it again. Please? Pretty please?”
You’re eyes widen, listening to this robot beg you to…to pleasure him? It’s kind of surreal.
Like hell you’re letting this opportunity slip away.
So you pull against his grip, your right hand reaching up. He lets it go, allowing you to extend your hand back around his head. The moment your fingers brush against those wires again, the reaction is instant. And god, is it so much better getting to watch him.
Sun’s eyelids droop, his head tilting for you to get a better angles as your hand runs along the lengths of the wires. He’s practically mewling, letting out little sounds of pleasure that increase in volume when you apply more pressure.
It’s not much longer, though, that he yanks your hand away from him, startling you.
“What–” you start, confused, but you break off into a yelp when Sun’s hands wrap around you to pick you up bridal style. Your arms wind around his neck on instinct as he carries you over towards the security desk. You expect him to stop at the line, he never goes past it, isn’t allowed. But he walks right past as if it isn’t even there, settling you down gently on the surface of the desk, facing him.
“Sunshine,” he coos, his hand tracing along your jaw. “You’ll play with me, won’t you?”
Heat drips down towards your core, pleasantly settling at the implications. Sun has to know what he’s doing. There’s no way he doesn’t, you’re sure of it now. Distantly, you wonder why a daycare attendant would need to know, but you don’t care, because how could you ever say no to an offer like that?
The moment you nod your consent, the Sun is leaning forward, his hands cupping your cheeks as the bottom of his faceplate presses against your lips. He’s trying to kiss you, you recognize, and while it feels nothing like kissing a human, seeing as he has no real lips, your hold around his neck tightens and you bring him in closer, his reactions spurring you on. His hands fall from your face to circle your waist, grasping it nearly too harshly. The pressure only adds to the thick arousal pooling between your legs.
You have to push him back when you begin running out of air, your pulse racing to keep up. Your cheeks are stained red, you’re sure.
Sun’s hands slip from your waist, traveling up your navel, warm silicon brushing against your skin as your shirt rides up. Sun taps the skin to gain your attention before gently tugging on the fabric.
“Sunshine, let me see more,” he says, already beginning to lift your shirt. You help him, swiftly pulling the fabric up over your head, not leaving any time for the embarrassment to catch up.
Immediately, Sun drinks in the newly exposed skin, hands roving everywhere they can. Up your stomach, your arms, down your back. He leans forward, pressing his warm body against you. You gasp into his shoulder as his knee lifts up and settles right in between your legs, pressing against you. Your grip on him tightens, your hips bucking on instinct to chase the friction.
Sun pulls back, though his knee remains. He holds down your hips, tutting at you. “So impatient. You have to wait, Sunshine. You can do that for me, can’t you? You have to be good.”
You give in embarrassingly quick, whining as you nod. You want to be good for him.
The Sun gives a small laugh, his hands moving again, becoming engrossed in the idea of discovering more delectable skin. They travel against the fabric of your bra, reaching around you to unclip it. You let it fall to the ground with your shirt, looking away as he stares at your bare chest.
“So pretty,” he breathes, his hands roving over you. You shudder at the contact, watching as his fingers explore, circling your nipples. When he gives a light pinch to each, you mewl, writhing against him. You need more.
Sun seems to understand. He looks up at you, at your pleading face, and seems to give in on the teasing. He stands, his knee retreating, to your disappointment.
But he seems slightly nervous, as you sit there half-naked and breathing hard, twiddling his thumbs. You manage to shake yourself from the haze settling over your mind, looking at him with concern. “Sunny? You…you okay?”
Sun jumps as if he were lost in thought. “Oh! Y-yeah, totally fine! Just, uh– How… far do you want to take this, Sunshine? I really really really don’t wanna do anything you’re uncomfortable with, and– and–”
With him standing back like this, you see it. There’s an unmistakable tent in his big, poofy pants.
“What the fuck?” you end up saying out loud in your surprise, vision laser pointed right at his crotch. Why does he have a dick? He– he’s a daycare attendant!
“L– Language!” Sun reprimands you, though as soon as he sees where your gaze is pointed, he falls quiet. “O-oh, yeah. Uh– Don’t worry, Sunshine! We don’t have to– to do that. We can play something else!”
Despite the lingering shock, you find yourself…very much not wanting to play something else. You decide that questioning it is useless right now. Maybe you will later, but right now, you think you’re too aroused really to care.
“No, I want to,” you say with surprising steadiness, staring up at Sun. “Please?”
Sun’s nervousness is gone in an instant. He’s back to crowding you, his faceplate tilting. “Such nice manners! Can’t say no to that, not to you.”
Your pants are hastily being shucked off, quickly followed by your underwear. Sun wastes no time undressing you, leaving you completely naked before his eyes. You want to cover up, the immediate humiliation setting in. Sun doesn’t let you. His hands drift to your bare thighs, sliding down for his face to sit between them. You let out a squeak as he spreads your legs apart to expose you to him.
“You’re doing so good, Sunshine,” Sun praises you as one of his hands travels up and down your thigh, the other reaching towards your core, finally. A finger drops between your folds, not slipping in, just running along. It comes back dripping, the light shimmering against it. “What a mess, so messy. Ngh, such a pretty mess, though, all mine.”
A moan slips past your lips as he pushes a finger inside of you. It slips in easily, gliding in through your entrance. You lean back against the desk, throwing an arm over your eyes as you feel each joint of his warm finger as it pulls back out, joined by a second.
You let out a steady stream of faint, pleasured noises as his fingers pump inside of you, slowly. His thumb reaches up to press against your clit and you keen, biting your lip to muffle the sound.
Sun stops, removing his hand entirely. You whine at the loss, suddenly feeling all too empty. “Don’t hide those pretty sounds from me,” Sun says as he stands back up again, his hands grasping the waistband of those silly poofy pants and tugging them down.
God. They really did give the robot a penis.
And it’s big. It matches his height, proportionate to him. Though, it’s less than realistic, looking to be made of silicone and a yellow color that matches the rest of him. It’s fitting, at least.
Sun steps out of his pants, coming back over to you. You stare down at your entrance, his length dangerously close. Sun meets your eyes as he lines himself up, a concerned look on his face.
“Are you ready, Sunshine?” he asks you.
Your voice is weak, but you respond, “I’m ready. Just go slow.”
And he’s pushing in. He takes it slowly, so slowly, as per your request. You feel every inch as it slides inside, every artificial vein scraping against your insides. You shudder, your breath escaping in labored pants as metal hips collide with yours.
Sun is silent, his eyes staring at you to gage your reaction. You can’t lie to yourself: it burns. Sun is by no means small. You feel as though you’re being torn in half, your core aching with the stretch. There are tears budding in your eyes, collecting on your lashes. You feel each twitch inside, each minuscule movement as Sun struggles to hold still for you.
You feel the animatronic jolt and you wince as a jointed hand reaches up to brush the tears away. “Sunshine, you’re crying! Did I hurt you? Oh, I’m sorry sorry sorry, sosososo sorry! We– We don’t have to, you’re hurt, I should– We should stop, I’ll–” Amongst his nervous rambling, Sun begins to pull back, much too quickly. You cry out, hands flying up to grip him by the shoulders. He stops, looking at you.
“N-no, don’t, don’t go,” you say weakly, tugging on his shoulders to pull him back in. You don’t want him to leave. You know the pain will subside, give way to pleasure. “I want to, you can move just– Just please go slow.”
Sun stares at you for a long moment, as if he’s trying to decide if he should go on or not. But eventually he’s nodding, warm hands finding your shoulders to grasp onto for leverage. Slowly, he begins to pull out, his length dragging back. You muffle a whine into the palm of your hand, your eyes fluttering closed as he plunges inside.
He repeats the movement, going too slowly to be pleasurable for him, you’re sure. Just as you had suspected, the more he moves, pushing and pulling in a steady pattern, the lesser the pain becomes, until you’re writhing under him as it just isn’t enough.
“Sun, Sunny, please,” you begin to beg, beyond all rational thought. Now? You just want him to fuck you. “Please, go faster.”
Sun falters as if not expecting it. But then his grip on you tightens as he pulls himself back out. “Pretty little Sunshine, sound so nice when you beg me,” he says before slamming back in. You let out a cry, nails digging into metal as he begins a fast pace. Your body shakes with each thrust, letting out little noises every time he presses against you.
“Ah! S-Sunny, don’t stop,” you cry, drowning in pleasure. And he doesn’t. He continues to pound into you, your walls fluttering against him with every thrust.
“Ngh– You feel so good, feel s-so good around me, Sunshine,” Sun praises above you, his hands moving to your waist, pulling you into him to meet his hips halfway. The sound of skin against metal echoes across the daycare, downright filthy in such an innocent area. You love it. The feeling is flooding you. You throw your arm over your face again, the thought humiliating. “Nobody ever makes me feel the way you do, no one. N-no, I– Ah, I see you around here all the time, wonder what pretty sounds you’d make like this. Wanted– wanted you like this for so long, sososo long, Sunshine. You’re so amazing, so good like this, just for me.”
Sun’s pace increases again, his hips pistoning at an inhuman speed. You grip onto him for dear life, the force of his thrusts jostling you harshly. You’re nearly screaming when his hands slither beneath your thighs. They tugs them up, placing them upon his shoulders before his hands return, gripping your wrists again and pulling them away from your face so you’re forced to look at him. He pins your hands next to your head, continuing to fuck you into the desk. The new angle feels impossibly better.
“And now I have you! I-I’m filling you up like this, look at it. You can see me, look look, can– can you see it?” he asks, letting go in order to run his hand over your stomach. It’s small, but there, a little bulge with every thrust. The sight only adds to the pleasure. You throw your head back with another moan. “You’re so full, so so full of me. Does it feel good, Sunshine? I bet I feel sososo good, you’re making such nice noises. You– mmm, you want me to fill you up, right? You’ll be so nice and–” Sun’s voice box fizzles out into unintelligable static but you whine at his words, as good of an agreeance as you can manage.
This animatronic is hellbent on ruining you. His hand slips lower, returning to your clit. You cry out as his thumb circles it in a quick, firm pattern, driving you closer and closer to the edge.
“Y-you’re close, Sunshine, right? Go ahead, please, you’re so good for me. Be good, so good, come for me, Sunshine, c’mon.”
The praise is too much. Combined with his thumb on your clit that is basically vibrating, buzzing with the speed it works you at, and how his dick continues to thrust into you at a mad pace, hitting that perfect spot inside that has you seeing stars over and over and over with such precision, you’re falling over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you and you scream with the intensity of it, your vision nearly whiting out. Sun continues throughout it, slowing slightly to milk the experience of all it’s worth.
When you come down from your high, wincing from the oversensitivity, you open your mouth to tell Sun to stop. But a hand quickly is placed over your mouth, muffling your voice, as Sun picks up his pace again. You cry out into his hand as he roughly pounds into you, using you. “S-sorry, sorry Sunshine, you’re just so good– ‘m so close, just a little more–”
Sun speeds up, brutally fucking into you until you’re reduced to an overstimulated, whimpering mess. He slams into you once, twice, and a final third time before you feel something hot flood inside, Sun stilling as he spills into you. It’s so, so warm, filling you up so nicely. Distantly, you wonder what he just emptied inside of you, but the pleasant feeling overcomes it.
You lay like that for a long moment, trying to regain your breath. Sun, slowly, pulls out, leaving your side for a moment. You wonder where it is that he’s gone, but your eyes slip shut, exhaustion overcoming you, and you slump against the desk in defeat. You cringe as you feel something run down your thigh.
Sun returns shortly, the soft whirring of his joints alerting you of his presence. Despite the tiredness, you push yourself up to look at him. His pants are back on, and he has a towel and a glass of water in his hands.
Seeing you staring at him, Sun quickly skips over, handing you the water. “Drink up, drink up! Need to stay hydrated,” he tells you, seeming all too pleased when you listen and bring the cup to your lips. You find yourself gulping down the entire thing, not having realized just how thirsty you were.
Sun takes the empty glass from you and sets it on the desk before bending down between your legs again, holding the towel. You’re about to ask what he’s doing when you feel the soft, wet cloth against your skin, cleaning up everything sticking to your thighs. Of course. The robot knows aftercare.
You chuckle as he gently cleans you up, trying to get everything as he hums along to the daycare music still playing from the speakers. It’s…nice, you suppose. Makes you feel cared for, that he’s taking the time to do this.
Once he’s finished, the animatronic scoops you up in his arms just like earlier, carrying you over to the pile of pillows and blankets usually reserved for nap time in the corner. He sets you down atop them, sitting beside you.
Immediately, you curl up into the blankets, wrapping the soft cloth around your exhausted body. And while you know sleeping on the job isn’t a great idea, neither is fucking the robots, so why not pull out all the stops tonight?
You yawn, sighing happily when Sun wraps his arms around you and lays with you. “Sleep well, Sunshine. We’ll play more later, promise.”
Your last thought before slipping off into dreamland is that you’re hoping he’ll let you hold him to that promise.