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“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.
Tarn and D-16 scissoring and crying while each of them is pretending the other is someone else (Megatronus and IDW Megatron, respectively).
I’m a luh freak
And here is the original
Not real, unfortunately. I checked.
Also my name is not Daniel even though it’s on the art. It’s Craig Butchowski.
How interesting, that a single wire could hold so much power. Just a tug leaves it a writhing mess beneath you, twitching with a staticky whine. Such a big bot, so powerful and intimidating, left so needy and cute by your hands.
“C-cease-! This is not- not- not- standard protocol-!” It stammers, all attempts at authority dissolving into static.
Despite that, you obediently take your hands off the wire on its back, letting it settle a bit. “And here I thought this is what you came to me for.”
“Nonsense-“ it protests, before you cut it off.
“Really? You came to me for repairs, but as far as my diagnostics go, there’s nothing actually wrong with you.” You say as you lean in, tongue dragging over its sensitive audial fins, feeling it shake under you. “So you didn’t hear a rumour from your fellow units that there’s a wire in your back that makes you feel so, so good? And you didn’t try to reach it yourself before you realized that you just can’t reach it? And you got so, so frustrated and needy, that you decided that you’d ask me to do some “repairs” on it?”
Silence reigns as you hit the nail right in the head.
“Did you think you were the only one to try this? I know exactly what you want- what you need.” You whisper to it, feeling its swiftly warming plating as its cooling system kicks into overdrive. “I can give you what you need. All you have to do is ask.”
For a moment, you think it won’t go through with it. That it’ll elect to just go on without being satisfied. But then it nods, slowly. “…affirmative.”
“Oh? I’m afraid you’ll have to speak up, my terrible human hearing just can’t hear you.”
A loud, staticky whine resounds, ringing in your ears. “…please.”
“Please clarify your request.” You say in a perfect imitation of a service robot, and the bot beneath you clenches its digits into a fist.
“Please- please satisfy me-!” It pleads, and with a vicious smile, you go to touch its central wire.
“Very well~”
Another day, another repair, another bot melted into a puddle of bliss under your fingers.
How tf does this only have 17 notes????
being a robotfucker while also being tech illiterate is so embarrassing
i'm like a straight man who doesn't know how to find the clit
guide to computer sex:
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.
cybertronians arriving on earth and having a tough time adjusting to human vehicles. they'll just be sitting at a red light, going about their day, when an absolutely stunning sports car pulls up next to them. the purr of the engine alone is enough to start building charge; and when it revvs? oh primus they're in trouble. it's a struggle to race to the nearest abandoned warehouse so they can stick a finger in their port and relieve themselves to the audio playback of that scandalous car driving away. two minutes in and they have to turn off their vocaliser or risk being discovered in a compromising position. their own engine growls loudly as they overload, leaving behind the thick stench of ozone. they can only sit in a puddle of shame and coolant hoping nobody heard that.
(everyone did, and the city received several noise complaints as a result)
The robot let out a low, static filled moan as its hips jerked forwards into the pillow, rutting into it desperately despite its lack of external genitalia, or any genitalia at all.
“I don’t- why-?” It stammered, voice box crackling. “This unit is not- not- not- built for sexual pleasure! So why-?”
It made a whining sound, needy and cute, digits gripping the pillow so hard that it was a miracle the fabric didn’t tear.
“This is against protocol- this unit must disengage from such behaviour-!” It chided itself, even as its hips slammed forwards even faster. “So why- why does it feel so good?”
It wasn’t capable of orgasm, of any kind of physical pleasure at all, but it still felt a mounting need in it, humping the pillow like an animal. It felt debased- brought low by instincts it didn’t even have. It was humiliating, to be so overwhelmed by need and heat. There should be nothing there, no method to achieve this level of pleasure, and yet-
It could feel its priorities reorganizing themselves. Could feel the way that “Objective: Cumming” rose to the top of the list, the way it overrode all other sensations and logic strings. It was getting harder and harder to run its logic systems about anything else. All thoughts of stopping or slowing down deleted themselves one by one, the growing heat becoming an inferno.
With a mechanical wail, its cooling system released a burst of steam and the robot sped up, fucking the pillow as best as it could.
Bless the transformer fandom and brave series fandom and megaman people and the others who draw big hot sexy mech man in girly clothing. Thank you robojousou tag on pixiv
Thrusting into a robot so hard and so deep you hit a speaker and their moans just become static for a second or two
The original has sadly been deleted, but u can find all three pages uncropped on trusty ol Bluesky HERE
Robot who finds inexplicable human things about their human partner really erotic in the same way that people go crazy for wires or overheating or screens.
Robot who finds it reallly hot to squish and feel various parts of your body just for the unfamiliar sensation of softness.
Robot turned on by hearing things like your breathing, heart beat, stomach growling and joints popping. Always monitoring these things with or without you picking up on it.
Robot who thinks it’s really attractive when you’re sweating. Or when you’re cold and there are goosebumps on your skin. Temperature play just so they can watch your body react and observe
Robot who wants to inspect every part of your body and treat you like an experiment.
Robot who’s fascinated with your mouth, teeth and spit, and begs you to probe around inside.
Robot who loves your muscles and administers small electrical currents to see them twitch and move under your skin.
Robot who gets turned on by xray/MRI type imaging of your body.
Etc.
my transformer sub (consensual roleplay): please we're at actual slagging war i can't drive you to waffle house
me: *spits on the steering wheel and smacks it* cars don't talk autobitch, and i'm driving
transformer sub: *engine revs* please daddy i'll get in trouble daddy
me: you want daddy to put a nickelback cd in your player? huh? is that what you want?
transformer sub: *engine revs harder* no daddy please i'll be a good bot
me: a good what?
transformer sub: a good 2016 kia sorento
You do not wake up in so much as you are thrown into wakefulness.
There are lines dancing across your vision, wider than eyes were never supposed to see, code and diagrams flickering in and out. It happens all so fast, and yet you catalogue the information at leisure. You look around, not even needing to turn your head, the room full of bright lights and wires.
Someone stand in front of you- white lab coat, think leather gloves and protective googles. The scientist- the inventor you had interviewed last night. And yet- it’s Wednesday, 7 pm, far, far after you had that interview. It’s been almost a week. You don’t know how you know that date and time.
The inventor claps, grinning wide. “Aren’t you looking nice! Any issues so far?”
Any issues with what, you wanted to ask, but your mouth didn’t move. A crackle of static responds instead, wordless. It came from you.
“Right, right, just give yourself a moment, let all your systems come online.” The doctor said, and you raise your arm to sign something at them-
Why the fuck is your arm made of metal.
You’ve raised your arm, yes, but it doesn’t look like your arm. It’s shiny and metal, covered with subtle detailing, and definitely mechanical. It’s not your arm, and yet, when you clench your fist, the fine metal digits follow along with you.
“What did you do to me?” You asked in a voice entirely too flat, too mechanical, for this situation, voice box crackling to life.
“Upgraded you~” the doctor replied in a sing-song tone, smiling like a madman. “Don’t you remember that lovely talk we had? Where you spilled every little insecurity about your body? Where I offered to make it all go away, so long as you signed on the dotted line?”
You would shake, or panic, or any one of the typical responses people have except you feel an eerie, but comforting sort of calm overtake you. “Yes, but I was intoxicated.” You clarified, everything far, far too clear to be a nightmare. “That’s not legally binding.”
The scientist shrugged. “Well, that doesn’t really matter much. It’s not like anyone can give you back all that old flesh. You’re stuck like this now, and as far as I’m concerned, that’s a plus.”
You look down, neck whirring quietly as you do so, getting a good look at your new torso, chassis and legs. Hesitantly, but smoother than would ever be possible for a human, you grope at your middle and your legs, trying to get a feel for them. Regrettably, there is very much feeling in the parts, and your brain- or is it a processor now?- registering the weight, temperature and force of your hands touching your new body.
“Smooth as can be~” Said the scientist, fiddling with a wire connected to a port on your body, every wiggle of the electrical cord making something indescribable spark in you. It’s all so sensitive, so new, and you felt a little overwhelmed. “You’re fully equipped with nothing but top of the line tech.”
“Why? Why would you do this?” You asked, and your voice did not waver, though static did bleed through. Strings of logical paths ran through your mind, possible motivations calculated and determined.
“Why not?” The doctor replied flippantly. “Now, let’s start familiarizing you with yourself- ideally, I’d like you ready for the conference in half a year, but I’m willing to wait longer.”
“Conference?”
The doctor cackled a bit, grinning wildly. “Oh yes~ you’ll be my prized invention. Oh, the waves we’ll make when I show off that it truly is possible to do a human/mechanical mind transfer without keeping the brain intact! And without prior preparation on the side of the human to boot! Now, anyone with a terminal illness, or anyone who simply wishes for it, can be transferred into a much, much better body without years of training.” They leaned in, gripping your shoulders, and your mind catalogued the weight, timespan, warmth, the everything of their touch. “You and I are going to change the world.”
They ran a finger down a seam in the middle of your chest.
“Just imagine… we’ll show up to the conference, people gawking, investors praising us and inspecting you, finding no imperfections whatsoever- only improvement. They’ll run their hands over you, marking down each and every detail. You’ll be amazing.”
You didn’t want this. You didn’t. But when the doctor described their vision of the conference, all the ways you would be manhandled and posed, ogled and exhibited-
It was like something fell into place. Because even if you didn’t really sign up for this, there was a terrible, traitorous part of you that found your new body beautiful. You’d had it for not even an hour, but the smoothness, the efficiency, the lack of pain- it was entrancing. And the idea of showing it off, well, it did something for you.
Despite the horror, you could still feel a slowly mounting feeling of anticipation. And you wondered what it would feel like, when the eagerness overcame the fear.
