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Bot girl with a heat pump would give the most legendary temperature play handjobs, one hand icy cold the other burning hot and swapping between them
The struggle between wanting to look like a sexy humanoid robot, wanting to look like a fucked up combat mech, and wanting to look like an inhuman monstrous amalgamation of steel and circuitry is real.
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Pawing at your chassis, unable to look away from your old, outdated display.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.