Hi! Maybe A Weird Ask, But Do You Have Any Advice For A Girl Who May Also Be A Robot? I Am….. Considering

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

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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.

Imagine stretching your poor bot, trying to pull on wires to access their main control panel, imagine their wires straining as you push deeper, closer to the motherboard, connections straining but you’re careful not to break anything, just pushing past them as you feel the fan speed pick up and their speech become more garbled

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seduces you w/ blueprints for 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

they should make a lava lamp you can fuck

robot girls have my heart. wish I was a hot butch robot girl mechanic so I could tenderly fix up the insides of their chest cavities and ask them “that feel good? any better?” while they try to cling to normalcy and tell me that yes, I’m fixing them up well, thank you