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.
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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.
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
something so erotic about tying up wires and cables after using them. they're still warm with electricity, with purpose as your hands skim over them, grasping and pulling and winding them together. you only tie them because they're unruly without you. left on their own they go and get themselves tangled up, as if hoping you'll come back and undo their mess, wrangle them into order. your order, your design, whatever it is as long as they're in your hands.
i want to gnaw and tug on that man (gender neutral)'s wires until he bluescreens. nay, i *need* to do this. its my destiny.
Fizzie from Sunset Overdrive made me realise I have a degradation kink.
Also it's a good game more people should play.
No anon here because I'm not a coward. (And maybe I want to be judged. /j)
Every day i yearn for a huge heavy machine to rail me until my bones snap more
“This unit requests that you proceed with greater speed-!” The robot pleads, trying for authoritative and ending up needy and lustful.
You huff as you try to line your plug up with its port. “Hold on a second, it’s still not lined up.”
“You’ve been trying to line it up for thirteen point four minutes and that is entirely too much time wasted. Just put it in-!” It all but begs, wiggling its hips, its struts digging down. “Please, this unit needs it-!”
You snap your hips forwards, and as predicted, the plug doesn’t actually mange to go into the port. Your partner gives a unsatisfied whine, and you pull back and try again. And again. Annnd again.
By the time you’re on the third attempt, your partner is a whining mess, hips unable to remain still and utterly incoherent with need.
“Please- please- please- please-!” It pleads on loop, and with an especially frustrated thrust, you manage to slide your plug in.
“!!!!!!”
Both of you make some very, very obscene noises as the connection hits you like a truck, and you’re treated to the sight of your partner beginning to unravel under you.
I can’t stop thinking about fucking cars. Why are cars so hot is there a brainworm that makes car designers make cars hot. 💭💭💭 it’s so hard being such a pervert