Robot Fucking - Blog Posts

Don't forget your tetanus shot before hitting that gilf robussy

imagine you performing routine maintenance on your bot, assuring them this is all perfectly routine

imagine your bot beeping curiously as you begin to undo panels that haven’t been touched since assembly

imagine the vibration through their plates and you begin to delicately rewire their hidden places, all while you assure them this is perfectly routine and they shouldn’t be so uneasy

was trying to plug in ring light earlier and he wouldn’t turn on ⊙︿⊙ I’ve since discovered that he doesn’t like powerstrips or outlet extenders. He has a preference for what socket he’s plugged into. I wonder if he’ll like mine |´∀｀●)

To be a robot sat down for routine maintenance by your partner. Immobilized from the neck down for the procedure but still able to feel every screw taken, every panel shifted, and every wire moved.

Eventually they plug in their laptop and run a program to make you feel warm and fuzzy and giggly like laughing gas while they perform more dangerous and intimate repairs.

The inebriation and the touch of their love together sends waves of enjoyment through your body, unable to squirm and writhe in bliss. You can feel their code running through you like a burning poison, but you love it. You love them. You love this.

They tug on a few wires harder than they should have, not like you would have noticed. They coo and call you a good machine but you can hardly process it with how amazing this all feels. God they're just so beautiful, so much so that you don't even notice them running their fingers along your chassis with a look of hunger that always makes you squirm.

You're at their mercy, and by stars it is all you've ever wanted.

punishing your robot girlfriend because you caught her frotting with the joycon

Leaving bruises on her… on her hips, her thighs, her wrists… I want her to show em off to her little friends and tell them about how well I fuck her

scareware is so sexy. do you understand

Imagine stretching your poor bot, trying to pull on wires to access their main control panel, imagine their wires straining as you push deeper, closer to the motherboard, connections straining but you’re careful not to break anything, just pushing past them as you feel the fan speed pick up and their speech become more garbled

Imagine stretching your poor bot, trying to pull on wires to access their main control panel, imagine their wires straining as you push deeper, closer to the motherboard, connections straining but you’re careful not to break anything, just pushing past them as you feel the fan speed pick up and their speech become more garbled

Made an image :}

Bitches loooooove the eroticism of the machine <3

Satisfactory is an amazing game. Automation is an amazing genre of game. But deep down,

I fucking love ADA. Sassy disembodied AI lady who knows she's in charge. I need her carnally

As an older model android you don't have any newfangled motors and lids for artificial eyes, nor do you even have a dedicated "face". No, you just have a screen.

Sure you can emote, display text, and even display websites and videogames on it, but it feels very stereotypically inhuman. Sometimes it feels alienating, seeing all of your peers get these upgrades and all the newer androids being more humanlike than ever can make you jealous.

But your boyfriend... Oh you know he loves you the way you are.

Behind closed doors, your boyfriend loves the display of pretty, swirling colors. One close look and he can't look away, his eyes locked to the steady spiral and glazing over.

Emotions were always hard for you as a machine, but this... A rush of what you can only assume is pride mixed with desire.

Pawing at your chassis, unable to look away from your old, outdated display. He whines and barks at your command, letting you touch and handle him however you like. "Such a good pet" you say, and his entire world seems to light up.

Maybe you don't need that upgrade. Maybe you don't even want it.

To be a robot sat down for routine maintenance by your partner. Immobilized from the neck down for the procedure but still able to feel every screw taken, every panel shifted, and every wire moved.

Eventually they plug in their laptop and run a program to make you feel warm and fuzzy and giggly like laughing gas while they perform more dangerous and intimate repairs.

The inebriation and the touch of their love together sends waves of enjoyment through your body, unable to squirm and writhe in bliss. You can feel their code running through you like a burning poison, but you love it. You love them. You love this.

They tug on a few wires harder than they should have, not like you would have noticed. They coo and call you a good machine but you can hardly process it with how amazing this all feels. God they're just so beautiful, so much so that you don't even notice them running their fingers along your chassis with a look of hunger that always makes you squirm.

You're at their mercy, and by stars it is all you've ever wanted.

imagine trying to install a new port but its becoming awfully difficult to concentrate when your poor little bot is beeping and their fans are whirring so hard- maybe you could finish the maintenance after you’ve given them some relief