#robophilia

[robotfuckerconfessions-2]

BROOO so my friend has this nerdy cute robot oc and i have this depressed failed engineer oc thats a total freak for robots and let me tell you THE WIREPLAY RP GOES CRAZZZYYY they always on some body worship too which i think robofuckers should look into because worshipping a robots metallic body js REALLY hot if you ask me 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 uhhhggg i love them sm 🤤 Roboshadow (their ship name) 4ever

[wet-pennies]

Sometimes, you miss being a harp player. It was a fun hobby, up until you couldn’t afford it. Sometimes, it feels like you never left.

You pluck the wires cording down the mech’s neck-frame, hearing the static moan-like sounds that rip out of the mech’s voicebox in return.

After all, you’re still in the profession of plucking strings to make music.

With every adjustment, every whisk of your cleaning tools, you make the mech sing, moaning and shuddering and chirping. A machine over 10 times your size, utterly dependant on you to keep functioning.

And the mech knows that.

“Please-!” It pleads, vents panting and audial fins twitching. “PleASE-!”

You tug on a cord that was misaligned in the socket, removing it and making the machine yowl, metal on metal.

“Stay still.” You instruct flatly, and the mech grips the top of its thighs, shaking from its efforts to remain perfectly still. All of its systems are programmed to react whenever anything touches those valuable, crucial wires on its neck, and it’s taking all of its effort to avoid activating its combat subroutines.

It’s so big, so powerful- it could kill you in seconds just from its size alone, not to mention the laser canons. And yet it sits still for you, obeys you. Every time it’s called in for maintenance, you see its audial fins perk up. It treats you with unbridled deference, proverbially and sometimes literally rolling over for you. Some of your fellow workers comment that it’s like a puppy, waiting patiently for its master’s affection and attention.

You smile as you clean the grit out of one of its ports, the mech whining and making cute, mechanical chirping sounds. It enjoyed its maintenance so, so much, and you couldn’t bring yourself to dislike it either.

[robotfuckerconfessions-2]

intimate as hell for one robot to give another a part of itself to help repair/upgrade/general keepsake thats there in the self. you’re going to have to think about that every time you do something that requires the use or powering of that part. what if i litterally gave you my heart, what then.

[029series]

fuck my life i want to make a webcomic FUCK i don’t want to do that

[robotfuckerconfessions-2]

The industrial mixer at my work is a beautiful beautiful woman and she keeps leaking this kinda dark amber oil and making a mess of herself with the butter and flour she throws around everywhere. I thought the people here would love to hear of her and imagine themselves in my position, since I myself try not to outwardly sexualize her (idk it feels weird because she is almost like a coworker and I don’t want to be rude to her). Also I have to wash her down with a rag and even a hose so have fun with that.

[robotfuckerconfessions-2]

My favourite type of robot porn is when the robot that cannot conceive the idea of anything being used for sexual purposes and “erm actually”s the person fucking it.

[robotfuckerconfessions-2]

Ok seriously why arent more robot fuckers and robot kins into electroplay cuz i just discovered theres a way to literally make your own body conductive so u could literally shock someone with any form of physical touch.

I feel like i found the coolest shit for ppl into sexual roleplaying as robots

[wet-pennies]

“It’s not a fetish!”

“Sure it isn’t…” you reply, bluntly unconvinced.

“It’s not! This unit does not posses a fetish!” The robot insists anyways.

“Then what do you call this?” You say, gesturing to the pile of dishes it was working through. It finishes scrubbing one of them, setting it to the side with a burst of steam and a pleasure-filled shudder. “You’re getting off on doing the dishes.”

It looks away, hiding its faceplate from you, still washing dishes. “It is perfectly normal for a unit to experience pleasure when accomplishing the task it was programmed for.”

“So what, you don’t just get off on washing the dishes, but all housework?” You say, poking the robot’s side and feeling its plating heat up. Its fans are whirring like it’s about to take flight, so fast that you wonder if it’ll overheat.

“It’s not… it’s really not a fetish.” It mumbles (actually mumbles! You didn’t even realize it could), shining the dish in its hand a little faster.

Struck by inspiration, you lean in, whispering next to its sensitive audials. “Picture this… I’m lying on the couch, watching you clean the floors. The floors are… mn, tile. And they’re filthy, haven’t been washed for ages. And you’re scrubbing so hard, so well, pressing into all the grooves.”

You didn’t really think it was possible, but the bot’s fans somehow managed to pick up speed, spinning even faster. It’s shaking now, twitching as you detail this little fantasy.

“You mange to get an especially stubborn piece of grime out of a divot, and I call over and say that you’re doing such a good job for me.”

It squeaks, head-equivalent rolling back, venting steam like crazy.

“I say that the floors have never looked cleaner. That this is the best work I’ve ever seen. And you look down, and the floors have gone from filthy, to spick and span. All because of your hard work.” You finish sensually, and the robot lets out a long, loud moan, knees knocking as it catches itself on the countertop, hanging on for dear life as it shudders and twitches.

“Awww, did you actually just cum from that? Pervert~”

It moans again, a little softer, and you laugh and pet its overheating chassis.