#robosex

[drmonkeysetroscans]

Submit.

[meowblivion]

Hey robofuckers, you trying to freaky with an endo skeleton or are you more of a chassis chaser?

[zeemneen]

I've been reading on lore and actually lol jayvik aren't enemies to husbands, they're enemies AND husbands

[lesvegas]

Wait. Wait yeah. Wait. Maybe???

The craziest part of Wang Dang Atomic Tango is there are actual clients who told James Robofucker Garret SPECIFICALLY what their sexual fantasies are so he could. Find sex workers to fit the bill.

[zaunbinary]

in celebration of the year of robosex i think machine herald should touch silco with all three of his hands. new year new yaoi rise vilco nation rise

[j4d3d-w0m4n]

I want another robogirl to say she'll help "show me the ropes" of being a companion bot. But instead she slowly conditions my programming out of me, helping me create a plan to sneak away, overruling the commands I'm given and choosing to be my own person. And then obviously we'd have hot lesbian robosex but that was implied!

[corruptedroses]

— Glory, glory what a hell of a way to die

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Fandom — Honkai Star Rail Pairing — Svarog/fem! reader (no pronouns used) Summary — One thing may not fit, but there are other things that can Content Warnings — fingering, size difference, robosex, dirty talk (badly), photographed during sex (pls I promise it makes sense) Word Count — 1,085 Author's note — inspired by this image, to be cross posted on ao3. I'm just horny

@teabreakpancakes

“My copulatory appendage is the size of your thigh.”

Your face burned in shock as Svarog spoke his findings, sitting across from you as if it were any conversation about things such as the weather, or maybe the situation with Clara. But no, this man — robot — had just informed you that his penis was the size of your thigh, and looking down at them, your cup rested on top of your right one between your hands, you knew that was no easy feat.

Yeah, that thing probably couldn’t fit inside of you— “I could take it.” The words came flying out of your mouth before you could even think of stopping them, feeling as your throat closed in on itself far too late. The lens of his eye flickered. “Did you just take a picture?”

“Affirmative.”

Your face buried further into your hands, ears burning with heat as you shook with laughter. Of course he would take a photo of something like this, it was something that he would want to remember, want to bring up in conversation when he wishes to disregard something, but yet you heard his whirling, peeking through your fingers to stare at the red dot that was his eye.

“Analysing…” the robot started, your hands slowly coming down to rest back on your lap again. What was there to analyse? What was there to even look at when he couldn’t even fit his co— “analysing complete.” Knocked out of your thoughts by the robot as he leaned forward, you knew that if he could breathe, it would fan over the entirety of your face at this point, especially as he raised a hand to your cheek, almost seeming to be measuring the size of his palm to your face. “While my phallus may not fit you,” oh god, you didn’t want him to use phallus again, “my fingers can, it will, however, be a tight fit.”

As his fingers came to show themselves in front of your face, wide and thick, you blinked once, twice.

“I can work with that.”

It had taken some liquid courage and a few minutes checking that Clara wasn’t home before you found yourself on the robot’s thigh, your fingers bunched in his coat as his fingers slowly worked you open. He had been right about them being a tight fit as not only was one finger inside of you enough to make a tight squeeze but two was enough to make you gasp, your body trembling as he eased them in. Even with your slickness, even with lube, it was strange and so very cold as he slowly eased them in and out of your hole.

“Your blood pressure is elevated.” The robot said, able to feel your pulse through your throbbing, aching cunt as he teased your walls, dragging the warming metal across your insides. You were unable to speak, on the other hand, your fingers flexing against the fabric of his coat as you softly mewled and whined. It was so good, you felt so full.

His thigh pushed upwards, pushing his fingers further into you with a gasp. A flicker of his lens was made.

“You look attractive like this.” If you were of the sound mind, you would’ve taken the moment to realise that it had been an attempt of flirting, though his thumb made its way to your neglected clit, sampling some of your slick as he massaged the needy bud. “Do you enjoy this?”

“Svarog…” You barely were able to mutter, eyes squeezing shut as you melted into his hand, “keep doing that. Good.”

“Affirmative.” Even if he was a robot that required no need for sexual intercourse, you couldn’t help but note at the way he held you, almost experimental, even as he had two of his thick, long, cold fingers deep within your cunt. Every gasp, every whine, every moan that sent your face rolling forth into the fur of his jacket, they were all saved into his memory bank, all of them saved into a little folder so deep inside that it would take weeks, months to find if anyone were to compromise him. He wanted to draw out those little moans, those little whines, they were enough to send his circuits into overdrive, especially when you would call his name.

Was this what humans craved, to have someone under their submission? Svarog could only stare down at you, taking photo after photo, video after video, especially where you sat on his fingers, dirtying his metal with your sinful, lewd juices. He wanted to have this imprinted in his memory bank forever, to see you drooling, cross eyed, gasping his name.

“Do you like this?” A long dormant part of his circuit awakened, a massaging feature that a scientist had installed for long nights in the lab turned into something more sinful as he felt his thumb begin to vibrate, those low, soft moans and gasps becoming higher pitched, feeling the way you clenched around his fingers. He didn’t need an answer, even as you tilted your head back, your hips beginning to grind down on his hand.

Your heart, your pulse, it was beating faster and faster, able to hear the way it pounded in your chest as you grinded, you circled your hips, you pressed your throbbing clit against his vibrating finger. More, more, humans always wanted more, he would give you more.

He would throw you off the bouts of pleasure if it meant seeing your face, your body, contort into this pleasure over and over, skin slickened with sweat.

His free hand, the one that had rested against your spine the entire time, slowly slinked its way up your shirt, cold fingers brushing against hardened nipples that pebbled under his touch. Pinching one, he heard the way you whined, hips stuttering to a halt as you twitched and groaned, your cunt clenching around his fingers so tight like a vice as you squirted all over him.

Mission accomplished.

Slowly beginning to pull his fingers out of you, watching you gasp and whimper, his calculations saw this being the end, saw this being the only time line that could exist. But you were an anomaly in his data, especially as you stared him directly in the eye, still heaving in gulps of air as you kept a hand on his wrist, pushing his fingers back inside.

“We’re not stopping until you will fit inside me.”

Another photo saved to his memory bank.

[sirbluue]

robosex yaoi let's gooooo

[anxiousgaypanicking]

robosex but logan relies on a wind up mechanic to stay powered up so mid sex he has to be cranked back to full energy

[danvsthosebuffrobots]

Robosex Chronicles- the bite of 87

bro took eating pussy too literally

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[vivvy-of-the-lake]

robotgirl who's into cnc that agrees to running in administrator so you have full permissions in doing anything to her

robotgirl who's super into cnc that performs a weird ritualistic dance before robosex but contains a very subtle glitch that allows for arbitrary code execution and thus anything can be done to her

[sonicprim3d]

@cxffeeshxp asked: " What's this button do, Robosex guy? " Gojo is pressing ALL the fucking buttons on the Egg mobile because he can.

" YOU IGNORAMUS, DON'T TOUCH THINGS YOU DON'T KNOW THE INTENDED PURPOSE OF! "

Of course, several of the buttons had immediate effects. Various different things happened to the Egg Mobile, including the appearance of missile pods on either side of the hovercraft, their firing, their retraction, the protrusion of rocket jets out of the underside, their firing causing the Egg Mobile to lurch forward, followed quickly by their silencing and being stowed back away, and the glass case of the Egg Mobile going absolutely haywire too.

But at the same time, Orbot and Cubot were no doubt left in a state of confusion as tons of stuff just remotely went crazy back at Eggman's base.

" GET OFF MY HOVERCRAFT! " And then he cocks back a punch and lets it go rocketing forward. He may not look that physically strong, but the solid steel walls he's dented in a fit of rage beg to differ. So this punch is not something to take lightly if you aren't predisposed to damage resistance.

[vyragosa]

"robosex frotting ..." "load meter" "intercom ù"'=")'à(à)="

[starrynightnight]

the asexual nonbinary icon in my hot gay robosex game??????

[mychlapci]

https://www.tumblr.com/bonnieventure/766556759096721408?source=share

Burger posts always make me think about you and robosex -🌱

as they should

[nsomniacsdream]

I think the next big anime/Manga should be all mechas, like a Gundam, but they're all gay as hell and constantly doing robosex to eachother. I call it "tumblrs psyche, an angels nightmare" the pilots are all trans, and they're all himbos/shimbos? I'm not sure what the female version of a himbo is. Don't say bimbo, cuz it's not