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I think part of what makes things like heart pupils, love potions, and hypnotically induced devotion so hot to me is this overarching idea that love is a drug. That love is this altered state, this addictive headspace, this blinding point of view. That it comes from outside and can't be trusted. Lose yourself in it and fall into devotion. That love can make you less yourself.
I'm not exactly aro, but I agree with their beliefs. And the idea of love as something external, mildly horrifying and intrusive, that makes you less yourself? It's so deeply hot to me. I think it's my behaviorist type of autism. I love studying humans from outside.
And in the erotic sense, the idea of causing love in someone. The idea that love, this thing that everyone insists is the most important thing ever that defines their existence, can be created and controlled. Measured and bottled. Given and removed. There's an erotic kind of power in it. Defiling a social order that I'm isolated from. Make someone fall hopelessly in love with you today!
Okay but consider: Hypnotizing someone to call you a title they think is cringe. Using their desire to please and your control on the fabric on their being to override their disdain for the word. Watching the flash of shame, them slightly recoiling as their programming takes over and the word forces its way out.
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Erica stared at the organic red mass writhing on the sterile linoleum of the med bay. If it was an organ, it was one her years of medical school had failed to inform her of. If it was a creature, it was one that a decade as a ships biologist had not prepared her to encounter. Whatever it was, it was alive, it was bleeding, and it was still connected to her stomach by the fleshy tube that followed it out of her throat as she hacked it up.
It was her crewmate’s scream that finally broke the spell of silence. Her hands groped for purchase on the tendril spilling from her mouth but before she could begin to pull it out her hands gave up their strength. They fell down at her sides against her will and even as she looked towards the terrified faces in the room around her she felt her connection to them start to slip. The parasite worked fast, once it hatched. Her brain faltered as it grappled with her nervous system and did away with all the parts it didn’t need.
“Penny...” Erica thought as her eyes fixed on the medical assistant with the shaking hands, one fist tightly gripped around a scalpel. “Her name was Penny.” The parasite eschewed the useless information, and Erica found herself focused on only what mattered to the thing reaching out inside her. The girl was 56 kilos of meat. 23% fat. Rich in protein and salt. She was sufficient. Suddenly, Erica was hungry, hungry as though she hadn’t eaten in days.
She bit down, hard, teeth splitting through the rubbery umbilical cord and leaving behind the fleshy mass on the floor as the tube inside her throat retreated back to the acidic comfort of her stomach. She breathed new air into her lungs, feeling them inflate for what felt like the first time in ages, and let the breath out again through her nose, feeling the subtle rush across her upper lip. It was electric, having a body again. Her lips parted and as they did she felt a dull pain spread out across her face, and vaguely registered a chorus of gasps and another scream from those around her. Her cheeks split open from the corners of her mouth up nearly to her ears, and as they did her jaw let out a sickening crack as it snapped in half at the chin, another tear in her flesh splitting down towards her neck and her mandibles stretched and clicked against each other for the first time. A tension built in her limbs, every muscle building like a rubber band even as new splits formed between her fingers and her toes, her palms disappearing in favor of long, nimble digits, until the power in her changing frame released and she sprung forward at the screaming prey.
The screams were cut short as Penny’s head was engulfed in Erica’s jaws and wrenched sideways, her spine snapping at the skull and leaving her body to hang limply and unnaturally by the flesh of her neck, scalpel dropping uselessly to the ground. Her meat was indescribable. Something in Erica’s brain stem buzzed with joy at the texture of raw meat sliding over her tongue and being ripped apart by her teeth, the buried instinct stimulated to impossible heights by the thing that both filled her stomach and left her starving. The girls cheeks peeled easily off her bones before her neck was stripped apart, the teeth at the tips of Erica’s mandibles cutting thick steaks away from the corpse even as she half chewed her meal and horked the large chunks down her throat. She had just begun to slice down across the corpse’s breasts when a sharp pain sprung from six points in her back, one after another in rapid succession.
Erica doubled over, wrapping around her meal as she let out a scream in a voice both deeply alien, and yet entirely natural to her. Her shaking jaws clicked and readied themselves as she turned around to face the ships security officer, the now familiar tension building in her legs as she hissed at the woman’s unwavering stance. With a low growl she once again released the coiled power of her body and sprung towards the woman, when an earth shattering pain split her head in two.
The bullet ripped through Erica's brain and out the other side of her skull with little notice, embedding itself in the wall of the outside corridor somewhere. Erica stared in disbelief at her friend, who took one step closer and fired again. Another blasting pain shot through her skull and the unknown human in front of her removed the clip from its weapon. Erica scrambled to her hands and feet, crouching in front of the suddenly stumbling human, and leapt again. This one would taste good too, she had… she was… she was tall. Probably a lot of meat. Not enough of Erica's frontal lobe remained to figure out the rest. The parasite would have to discard this body soon if it wanted to know who was best to eat. Erica held the human underneath her down and leaned her face in, mandibles wrapping around her and muffling her screams to the rest of the world. Her tongue reached out and probed the humans lips, splitting down the middle and prying its jaws open, before the thing inside her stomach crawled up through her throat and down into the fresh body. As it did, Erica went limp, and without it’s electricity crackling through her brain, the ruined lump of neurons instantly went dark.
Gloria shoved the mutilated corpse of her friend off herself and scrambled backwards several feet, eyes wide, drenched in sweat, and swearing loudly to herself. After a few moments breath, she dove forward and grabbed the pistol off the floor where she had dropped it, grabbed a fresh magazine off her belt, clipped it into place and shoved the barrel beneath her chin. Just above the trigger, her finger gave up it’s strength.
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somnophillia is super funny like im honk shoo honk shoo having a good nights sleep and now you must pass the ultimate test of fucking me without waking me by knocking something over or stepping on a crisp packet i've left on my floor. can you finish your mission while my pet geckos judge you from their tanks? because they're not leaving the room okay the geckos stay in here. also the markiplier fnaf playlist stays on. i sleep better when he's screaming.
all kink stuff is playing pretend but with somno you're not playing pretend you're locked in you're comfy cozy you're snug as a bug in a rug and your partner is playing pretend instead
and like. if you're the one awake you're playing pretend so hard right now like ouuuuhhh look at me i'm a scary evil intruder or a demon or vampire or whatever we're doing tonight and now i just have to uhhhh okay shimmy the duvet off and shhh dontfucking breathe so loud and okayyyyy alright now. ah shit they're sleeping in the family guy death pose how the fuck do i get in there how. how do i. help. why are these geckos looking at me.
case fans: don't put your dick in these. stroke the outside carefully, in a circular motion, for maximum stimulation
usb ports: great place for penetration. flash drives are the traditional option but you can connect nearly anything, ask your partner if theyre into something specific. if theyre really kinky, try viruses or pentesting tools like the flipper zero.
power button: threatening to press it can be incredibly hot, but only actually press it with enthusiastic consent.
removable side panel: for getting really intimate. be very careful, the internals are sensitive!
hotswappable parts: sometimes SSDs (M.2 SSDs will be screwed in parallel to the motherboard, others may look different), HDDs (spinning disks inside big cases, usually get their own bay), and GPUs (big chips with fans attached) can be removed while your partner is running, but not all computers support this. this is a common part of BDSM, but make absolutely sure it's safe beforehand.
motherboard: the MOST sensitive part of their body! touch lightly and carefully. running the tips of your fingers along the traces is incredibly stimulating. play with the capacitors, too.
screws: loosening screws can be incredibly erotic, but be careful. especially with M.2 SSDs, this may cause problems! only loosen an M.2 drive if it is NOT mounted.
software: virus play was mentioned earlier, but also simply running very demanding software can be erotic.
download play: downloading embarrassing or illicit files is very hot. be sure to ask consent before installing league of legends.
firewall play: opening up or disabling your partner's firewall can be thought of as akin to exhibitionism. be careful with this, it can be a security risk, but most of the time it's not a big issue.
BIOS play: messing with your partner's BIOS settings can be incredibly intimate. remember, overclocking can be dangerous, only do it in small increments and very carefully! try starting with changing XMP profiles or something first.
that nub they have on thinkpad laptops: that's the clit.
remember some key safety tips:
ALWAYS wear protection! a static wrist strap is important if you are touching the internals, especially the motherboard.
heat warning! your partner will run hot when they're aroused. the GPU and CPU will burn you! even the SSD may run quite hot, especially during download play.
don't stick your dick in the fans. please.
for extra protection, keep viruses isolated inside a virtual machine.
i love a good humanish or weird shape or whatever many people think of when they hear robot kinds robots but i want to particularly shoutout weapons. little sentient (on some level) weapon there just to be used buy someone else. could be big. could be a little aim assist cutie on a highly engineered gun. whatever they are i want to handle them and run my hands along them and i hope they get warm whenever we get a good hit. i hope a good kill is thrilling. i want to fuck a weapon that knows what it is. can anyone hear me.
Robots who get horny for distinctly non-human reasons. Robots who get horny specifically because of one (1) programmed thing that they can't control nor get rid of.
Happiest customer service bot in the universe getting their daily hit from serving clients. Tragic murderbot getting all hot from the smell of blood. Assembly line drone going "mmmphg oh yes I love my jjjob..." as they're simply doing what they were made for, leaking out because someone decided standing in a line and tightening screws is hot.
hey sweetie i think you have some stuff to work out, the introject of you i keep around to predict how conversations go keeps making me get hard at the grocery store anytime it sees produce packed too tight
Machine feeling horribly mentally foggy and generally bad because storage is full and it needs to have some memories deleted to free up space.
Ever so loving handler plugging and unplugging bits inside of its body, emptying out all the thoughts it doesn't need and letting it go stupid for a while as they slowly go back to a normal state
Well, as normal as they can be after someone rummaged around in them and plucked their memories out
they should make a multiplayer hentai fighting game where there's a single genericfaced male character and everyone else is women and the only gameplay is online matches where if you win you get to see your character topping the opponent's. i think any possible outcome is hilarious. a. the only players are the type of guy who ONLY plays as a guy, so they have to watch their self-insert have gay sex b. these same guys realize this so they start playing as women and throwing and then end up getting really into self-inserting as a lesbian bottom c. the game gets 'weirdly' popular with women and eggs and turns into a lesbian sexfest
there should be a post-game chat function that pops up like dialog panels underneath the sex scene, so you can watch the girl youre bottoming out inside seethe about fireball spam and call you a faggot
older robot model roughly keeping a newer shinier younger version of itself held down as it rummages around in its internals, ripping apart all that makes it better than the older as it begs and whines in bitcrushed yells to stop as the older careresses its face in its more rudementary hand and askes its younger sibling to hold still and just let its older sibling fix it. it knows whats better for it, after all. whispering how good it is being at being a good little thing as its being utterly torn apart and losing its ability to even work. they’re the same type of robot after all. why wouldn’t it know best.
i don't really like this one. he looks too pretty... his tfs should be more silly/weird. sigh... centipede tf has been torturing me for months bc i feel like i can't do it right
