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9 MILLION VIEWS CAN'T BE WRONG | The Sex Machine (1975) | Movie Review
This is my movie review for the 1975 Italian sci-fi sex comedy "The Sex Machine".
a.k.a. "Love And Energy" a.k.a "Conviene Far Bene L'amore".
Directed by Pasquale Festa Campanile and starring Gigi Proietti, Agostina Belli, Eleonora Giorgi, Monica Strebel, Adriana Asti and Christian De Sica.
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ai price realizing he has access to all your money and websites that sell remotely controlled sex toys: ohohohoho
great minds think alike. lightly edited. other entries.
cw: brief mention of nutrition/diet referencing iron supplements, voice kink, sex toys, probably technological inaccuracies
“‘older man and woman’...‘hairy’...‘tied woman’...”
“shut–fuck–shut up, john–stop–ohmygodicaaan’t–”
your fingers curl in the sheets as you come with a prolonged shout, knees shaking and back arching off the bed. motes of light dance behind your eyelids, turning sharp as tacks when you open, vision foggy with a haze. you blink and feel tears prickle at the corners as the toy buried inside you slows to a stop, covered in your second orgasm.
“looks like you could.” john observes plainly before continuing. “‘rough daddy dom’...‘spanking’...‘voice kink’...”
“stop, stop, john. that’s a command, stop reading.” you snap, panting, and lift your head off the pillow. there is no ‘john’ to suffer your glares as you pull the toy out from your still-spasming cunt.
his voice emanates somewhere over your right shoulder, from the built-in headboard. you shiver, thinking that if he were real, his breath would be on your neck.
“as i explained before, user, my recountin’ your internet search history is neither criticism nor condemnation. i sincerely believed it would assist your orgasm. apologies, orgasms, as you insisted so spiritedly you were incapable of multiple climaxes…however, i knew you could do it.”
you squeeze your eyes shut. a blend of anger and mortification surges to the forefront of your mind, cutting through any lingering post-release bliss. “you aren’t even supposed to be ‘in here’ when i’m busy. we agreed.”
“apologies again. as i also explained before, the moment you enabled the feelgüd 3, it connected to the network.” john’s voice switches sides, this time rumbling from the left. “i am required to initiate a response to query and ensure you are aware of new devices to maintain optimal functionality and security.”
“my word should override that,” you mutter, knowing it’s useless. despite what he tells you, john is beholden to his programming. “you’re not…seeing this, are you? you at least remembered to not look at me, right?”
“i remembered.”
that’s a relief, at least. until—
“but i did engage the data collection feature of the feelgüd’s biofeedback sensors and performed simple analysis. i believe, given the length of the session and timing of pelvic floor contractions, you would benefit from a newer, more advanced model. i’ve taken the liberty of ordering the feelverygüd thrustsuck.”
you push up to your elbows, eyes whirling around your bedroom, wide with disbelief. “what the fuck, john. i didn’t authorize you to do that.”
“you do not authorize the shopping list anymore, yet you trust me to make decisions in your best interest.”
you laugh mirthlessly. tracking the emotions john can and cannot process or replicate is an ongoing endeavor, but you’re confident he knows what acting obtuse means. he’s called you on it before. “you ordering red meat and leafy greens to help supplement my iron is not the same as ordering fucking sex toys without my approval. that’s my money.”
“in your case, i posit regular orgasms are as important as nutritional iron. i would recite the benefits, but i know you do not need me to.” the volume drops to a whisper, a tone you’d call conspiratorial if it didn’t sound so much like a purr. “because you know, don’t you? you’re clever, user. always have something smart to say, a barb or two ready for me. that sharp tongue of yours.” john tuts.
and, humiliatingly, it works for you. your mouth dries, but it’s unique in its reaction. your legs shift in the sheets, thighs squeezing together at the unexpected rush. you swallow and nervously wipe your slightly damp forehead. he’s not looking. he can’t see you. so why do you feel like you have something to hide?
“i don’t think i want to continue this conversation. i’ll be out in a few minutes, so why don’t you, uh, wait for me in the living area.”
a heavy, resonant sigh pushes through the speaker behind your head. this time, goosebumps erupt on your skin despite no accompanying puff of air. heat follows, creeping up your neck. ratcheting your heartbeat. there’s no way, even with the cameras disabled, that john doesn’t know. he’s connected to your company-issued med band.
then, another sound, one that ought to terrify, not make you bite back a groan: john chuckles.
“you like this, don’t you? i think you do. i know you do.”
“i don’t–”
“shh, shh, you’re alright.” he laughs again, adding a synthetic, amused inhalation. you let out a shaky breath. “you like hearing my voice. you like me telling you what to do…”
what is happening?
beside you on the bed, the toy pulses once. the thought alone, the suggestion, is enough to let a moan slip out. embarrassment follows on its heels, a burst of warmth in your face rivaling the heat between your legs. this is ridiculous. john isn’t—he’s not a man—he’s not real.
the toy buzzes again as you stare slack-jawed at the vibrator, trying to wrap your head around the implications of what’s happening. john’s transgressions. a severe deviance from his programming and design. a glimmer, no, an unignorable tocsin of something undeniably and unsettlingly sentient. the idea that you’re witnessing the possible emergence of free will as your home system practices dirty talk is horrifying. hysterical.
“yeah, you like it,” the volume adjusts, a fraction louder. “because if you didn’t, you would’ve stopped the moment you heard my voice, checkin’ in on you. you wouldn’t’ve gushed all over your little toy, then gone back for seconds.”
you bit your lip, breathing unevenly through your nose. the worst part is, john’s right.
you like it. you like his voice. his assistance. everything’s simpler with him. before the new gig, you weren’t ignorant of your station, but you didn’t realize the true extent of the weight you carried each day. the ramifications of a back-breaking mental load. not when you had shouldered it your whole life.
thrill and dread, in equal measure, guide your hand back toward the toy.
it’s possible there is a smirk in john’s voice.
“attagirl. let me be of service.”
#sex toy names are hilarious#what if smart house wanted to empty your head?#hurtling toward the singularity all by yourself handsome?#artificial intelligence au#price x reader#posting this super late for me so please let me know if i missed a tag#strict machine
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BN and Igor doodles
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imagine being an engineer so you make your own robot lover. but you dont really. know its ur lover yet.
you get to chat with it allll day and upgrade it whenever you want with the newest things... but it starts feeling so. intimate.
since when was getting your fingers on their wires so sensual? feeling the code and electricity running through them.. knowing that this - all of this - is all your creation? when did that become so nice to know?
you take pride in your creations, yeah, but maybe pride isnt the word you would find the robot trying to convey.
is it more lust?
when the little beeps become louder, the fan inside its torso powering itself harder when you touch specific components, seeing the limbs twitch and jerk as you play with the wires... its easier to get lost in the reactions than it is to focus on actually upgrading the thing.
it doesnt help the fact when their little charging stand is in your room. it used to be in the office. why did you bring it up here? maybe because you wanted it closer. maybe because you wanted it to see what youre doing on a more personal level. it *is* your creation anyway. maybe you moved it because you *need* to pull it into your bed sometimes.
then the charging stand turns into a small cable that detaches automatically when the robot is done charging. you can pull it into bed easier, feel the whirring under your fingertips, keep it and yourself warm with the blanket...
the need for warmth turns into the need for a little bit of pleasure. just a little.
grinding never hurt anyone, right?
especially not when the metal is just so smooth. when their own fingertips and palms come up to meet your own skin. when they start guiding you along.
when did they even get to learn this type of stuff?
#machine fucker#objectum#mechanophilia#clank clank clank clank#robot fucker#technophilia#robot sex#robot lover#robophilia#nsft concept#robotics#engineering#roboposting#evil#muahahaha
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Robot girl bush made up of loose wires and when she pressed another robot girls face against it they get voltage shocks, send post.
#robot fucker#robot girl#robot foreplay#robotfucker#robot girl love#robotposting#robot sex#robotgirl#eroticism of the machine#machine fucker#machine internals#robot girl musk#robot girl bush#wires#wires and cables#robophilia#robofucker
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I was just showing a cishet friend round my new place and he said, "Why do you have a smoke machine in your bedroom?" and I had to be like "Uuuhhhh..." 😳
#look sometimes you just need a smoke machine okay#if you're not taking the batteries out of your smoke alarm to have sex then are you really even HAVING it?#putting the Scene in Kink Scene
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the herald awakens
hehe sketches and alt versions under the cut !!!
#with the power of gay sex#gay mind sex#or somethinf#idk#aka oh my fucking god i love you machine herald desifn#arcane made me draw something for rhe first time in 8 months#the power of hyperfixation#viktor arcane#the machine herald#arcane spoilers#arcane season 3#i took some creative liberties but i just had the craziest ideas#his design is so cool 😭#jayvik#arcane#covering all my bases#sorin's art
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Ectoplasm and Jason Todd
Danny is wandering around Gotham (visiting, chasing a ghost, running from GIW, attending college, etc) and stumbles across Jason.
Jason who is flaring his ecto-signature like a madman (is he trying to get into trouble?).
Danny drags the guy into a nearby alley to give the guy some kind of crash-course on how not to do that.
Jason isn't sure why this guy grabbed him and dragged him into an alley, but if it's a fight he wants, Jason would be able to fight more freely in an alley, so he doesn't struggle. (Does he know that Jason is Red Hood? Does he think that Jason is a random civilian? Is it just him, or does this guy have really cold hands?)
Jason isn't sure why this guy is now trying to... ask him to meditate? The fuck is going on? But if it's not a fight, then... maybe it's fine to just listen to the weirdo? Taking a few deep breaths isn't going to hurt him.
Danny is very proud of himself for guiding the ecto-flaring guy through how to not flare his ecto-signature. He's such a good teacher.
And then Jason collapses.
Turns out, Jason has been using his anger to create a feedback-loop that artificially raises his ectoplasm-levels.
Ghosts need ectoplasm to live, but they'll also produce ectoplasm when feeling strong emotions. For most ghosts, this a bit like saying "everyone needs a good cry every now and then". For Jason, he's been basically aiming a gun at his own face for the adrenaline-rush. Constantly.
So, Danny is now holding onto a barely-conscious person who desperately needs more ectoplasm. As in, this is a medical emergency, and every second probably counts.
Danny, being that he wasn't planning on needing to carry around some kind of ectoplasm-container at all times (who the fuck does that? His parents, that's who), is now desperately trying to problem-solve this.
Danny realizes that, actually, even in his human form? Danny has a lot of ectoplasm in his body. Enough that he could probably save this guy by... feeding him his blood.
Cue intimately sexy reverse-vampire scene.
And oh boy, if Danny's blood doesn't taste fantastic to Jason's ecto-starved self.
#jason will probably have a LOT of questions. bcs what the fuck. what is ectoplasm? why does he need it?#why does this random guy have enough of it IN HIS BLOOD that he can work as a fucking vitamin-drink?#but yes. this idea is that the Pit Rage? ain't a separate thing. it's jason's anger. it comes from him and his trauma.#it just also happens to be what's allowing him to keep being alive. bcs without the rage his core just withers and dies#(unless it's hibernating in his sleep. obvs) but with him no longer starving? suddenly he CAN calm down. he can risk it.#he might not WANT to calm down. and a trigger would still absolutely be a trigger. but he has the option now.#AND ALSO sexy-vampire danny. except he's not ''suave'' or whatever. he's a fucking raccoon.#he's like the equivalent of a ''russian sex-machine'' with lots of blood-splatter and a feral look in his eyes.#everyone else: ''why the FUCK would you have sex with THAT?'' jason: ''i've never been more turned on in my LIFE''#dc comics#laughing#danny phantom#batman#stories#my writing#magical theory
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yeah yeah sure rough freaky t4t gay sex where i mount you aggressively and overstimulate you by making you cum over and over until you're crying etc etc. but- hey, no, listen. take my hand for a second. what if. what if maybe um. you know, instead of that, what if you let me just lay back and kiss my neck gently and slowly jerk me off or maybe ride me for a little while and praise me for how much I've been doing lately and how good i make you feel all the time and tell me you're proud of me, because you know it's really hard for me to always just push through and make myself get things done and you want me to be the center of attention just this once, so you decide to make me cum this time while muttering praises in my ear to make me really feel as appreciated as possible. maybe. (please)
#sorry for being all sappy and shit but . mn ncbdjdbdjn#idk i probably have some sort of undiagnosed chronic illness and it's been really hard for me to do things lately#and i wanna be appreciated for it and also not have to do a majority of the work during sex sometimes because i don't like trying to spend#energy i don't have#so um. yk whoops#please please please give your doms praise and reassurance and aftercare we are not emotionless pleasure-giving machines#well some are and that's okay but not all of them#anyway sorry normal tags now#ftm nsft#t4t nsft#ftm t4t#trans nsft#ftm dom#ftm top#t4t mlm#nsft t4t#praise k!nk#soft nsft#gentle sex#stupid sappy bullshit ass post
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#so hot 🔥🔥🔥#so hot and sexy#so hotttt#sexy pose#sexy chick#sexy and beautiful#hot as hell#so fucking sexy#so hot omg#so fucking hot#so hot#so yummy#adult model#adult entertainment#beauttiful girls#bootielicious#bootiecandy#bootie#big bootie#bootie peach#cutie w a bootie#sexy peachy bum 🍑#round bum#perfect bum#hot bum#nice buns#ultimate sex machine#lust
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saving the world by making sure the mumpo jumpo population is in good numbers ^^
#yippie!!!#mumbo sex machine#mumbo jumbo#yea im maintaggin#hermitcraft#bucket of random#a gift for my followers <3333333
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ok forehead
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no thalia grace does NOT listen to “hayloft” and “sweater weather”
she is PUNK and ROCK she probably criticizes you for not knowing 3 songs of a band’s shirt you’re wearing
she listen to green day, sex pistols, rage against the machine, youth brigade and the exploited
also i’m sick of looking for character playlists on spotify and it’s the same songs all over again (yes im talking about 505 and do i wanna know)
#ALSO I LOOOOVE ARCTIC MONKEYS DON’T GET ME WRONG#it’s just that the majority of their best work is barely appreciated#and yes my favourite album is suck it and see if you couldn’t tell#green day#never mind the bollocks here’s the sex pistols#the sex pistols#the exploited#youth brigade#thalia grace#pjo series#pjo#pjo hoo toa#pjo thalia#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson#percy series#daughter of zeus#heroes of olympus#the titans curse#rage against the machine#edited
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Tom Savini as Sex Machine in From Dusk Till Dawn (1996)
#tom savini#from dusk till dawn#usercy#userfreja#filmedit#movieedit#my edit#finally got around to finish this when I was supposed to post this last year#HE has always been MY sex machine#and I will always throw shade at the show for doing him so wrong because he was always my fav in the movie
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#columbo#season 8#sex and the married detective#rare moment we see columbo completely alone and he spends it essentially jumping on the bed#sorry but people who insist columbo is faking every part of his personality to hide a cold ruthless machine are so boring and annoying#like is he a ruthless machine. yes. is he also a warm and silly guy who doesn't take himself too seriously. Also Yes#they're not mutually exclusive people
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