Put Me In Your Pocket And Take Me With Youuuu (ꉺᗜꉺ）

i’m also ab to make her a french femboy that she talks shit with

also theres a hole between the head tank & body tank that the fish can move through <3

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 〔´∇｀〕

they should make a lava lamp you can fuck

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

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.

Finishing up new body mods ╰(▔∀▔)╯

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.

yuhh

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

Oc