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Unplugging your robotgirls speaker like

would this be equivalent to a gag?

Unplugging your robotgirls speaker like

Flirt with that cute robot girl

Take her to a private room & open up her back panel

Dig through her internal electronics, yank her wires just hard enough to cause a spark, remove pieces & toss em to the side. She doesn't need them.

Short circuit her till she's unable to think, her fans running at max speed & her internal mechanics sparking are like crazy

Bluescreen that cute robot girl

She needs it

hitting this pose when my technician walks in, in hope that I can convince her to give me more body mods

They said no (T＿T)

poor thermal management girl... overwhelmingly hot paneling, teasingly told she can't receive physical affection from her mechanic because she's literally sizzling.... foggily crawling towards her mechanic, begging for a drop of any sort of coolant

Don't forget your tetanus shot before hitting that gilf robussy

place your head over my electronic heart, this is what it sounds like

saw this on tiktok and knew u freaks would love it

Ever loved your partner so much that you feel the need to be inside them? Two bodies made whole? Attached at the hip? Fused into one? O boy do I have the solution for you!

I am going to Weld Us Together.

I catch the stranger's eye in the dim lighting of the bar and we identify each other instantly. Her gaze falls to my USB bracelet as she subtly touches the back of her neck and blushes. We share knowledge about each other in that moment, something nobody else can see. Something nobody else can know. But tonight, neither of us will feel alone.

Later, in her hotel room, she lays opened up for me, my keyboard connected to a port in her stomach as I study holographic code projected by her electric blue eyes. The adapter plugged into the base of her skull hums with intermittent vibration and her lips part to a sound of synthesized ecstasy.

I know how to love a woman like her. Like me. And she lets me probe the intimate depths of her programming with every keystroke of my slender fingers. Coupling through syntax. Curled around each other like braces.

For that trust, for what we share tonight, I will make her delicate circuitry sing with lighting.

technician bought a fixer upper motorcycle and keeps talking about a “wiring harness” ugh does she even know what she does to me (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

alternatively…not letting her reach zero at all, not letting have the relief of her beeps by opening the door right as she’s about to go off

edge your microwave girlfriend by not taking the food out until she reminds you at least five times, hell maybe even hit 30 seconds again and restart the cycle

For my visual learners <3

tug on my wires this, tug on my wires that, and while yes, I agree…however…

Using my wires to restrain you. Using a bundle of wires made into a cat-o-nine-tails, slowly trailing it over you, be it flesh or circuitry (I’m not picky), whipping it against you lightly to see what kind of sounds you make

I think we don't sexualise TVs enough. Big machines you can control with the press of a button, follows your every whim, shows you what you wanna see, etc.

Imagine for a moment, kissing a robot girl with a CRT face.

It would be warm, a bit fuzzy with static. Maybe you'd even get a little zap from her.

Anyways thats all.

I'm normal trust me

ugh, tug on my power cord technician

imagine you performing routine maintenance on your bot, assuring them this is all perfectly routine

imagine your bot beeping curiously as you begin to undo panels that haven’t been touched since assembly

imagine the vibration through their plates and you begin to delicately rewire their hidden places, all while you assure them this is perfectly routine and they shouldn’t be so uneasy

hate that I can’t really wear bracelets or necklaces or rings bc they’ll get caught in my joints ┐(´～｀)┌

A COLLAR HOWEVE-

went w/someone to pick up a plane today (long story) from a museum and the guy helping us kept repeating “I just want them to go to a good home” and now I’m just imagining sweet little planes finding good little owners to take care of them

do with this information what you will

was trying to plug in ring light earlier and he wouldn’t turn on ⊙︿⊙ I’ve since discovered that he doesn’t like powerstrips or outlet extenders. He has a preference for what socket he’s plugged into. I wonder if he’ll like mine |´∀｀●)

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.

Finishing up new body mods ╰(▔∀▔)╯

he mentioned a robot collar and a cable leash and i can't get it out of my head

him digging inside me , tugging on wires , ripping them out , coolant getting everywhere

he's got a million different things plugged into me making my processors run slowly and stupidly

and yet the second i stop looking at him , the second i stop paying attention to him or begging him to keep going or thanking him for using his digits on me ...

he tugs on the leash and forces me to use any remaining processing power i have to focus on him , asking me who owns me . asking me who gave me the gift of my mechanical body . asking me who gave me the privilege to be feeling the pain and pleasure i'm feeling right now . stopping all movement until i whine and whimper and manage to cry out his name

and then he calls me his good girl , his perfect creation , his divinity , and the cycle repeats for HOURS

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.

love having so many technicians who give me round the clock care, always taking of my needs, taking turns with me until they’re satisfied 〔´∇｀〕

You can smack this machine like an old tv if you want...

It may want to fiddle with its antenna a bit afterwards though...

punishing your robot girlfriend because you caught her frotting with the joycon

Hmmfggh.... Computer vibration.... ouhm.....

Hmmmfgh.... Wires... <333

Catching your robot watching porn and they're all embarrassed and shy but when you look at the screen it's just watching "How it's made" on YouTube

seduces you w/ blueprints for new body mods (´∀｀•)