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call this pussy "universal socket" the way it accepts all plug types and is non-compliant
Bot girl with a heat pump would give the most legendary temperature play handjobs, one hand icy cold the other burning hot and swapping between them
There's one thing I don't get about DRN...WHERE does one use it? I know it's supposed to be pseudo coding language and the site indicates it should be or can be typed, but in which case how does my drone access it? So we get to choose where the programme is run? For example, how/where would you personally test DRN for us?
First off, for those who don't know, DRN is a psuedo-code language used to write "programs" for people to run, usually drones, dolls, robots, etc.
I have a personal text based repository via an app on my phone that I use for my DRN (Drone Restraint Notation) code, an application called Obsidian. A paid subscription is needed to use on multiple devices but it's $5 a month and I use it also as a repository for my story ideas/writing WIPs so it's worth it to me. It's also possible to have separate repositories and just send files between programmer and the target drone/maid/doll/robot to add to their obsidian files. You could just as easily make and share a Git file or some sort of shared Google folder for free. Any online repository would be ideal for sharing with your drone/maid/doll/robot.
(Side note, since I use this as a gender/species affirmation thing I'm experienced in writing DRN for simple day-to-day tasks as well as spicy things and can help with both. Running on code to me feels euphoric and helps a lot with executive dysfunction which is why I do it, but I understand that everyone's view on DRN will be unique/different)
When it comes to sending it to me, you can go ahead and send the entire block via asks or DMs (let me know you're sending it to me before just throwing it all in there though please), hell you could even screenshot it!
As per how I can test these DRN files, there's a few ways. I could compare it to my code as well as the code of some acquaintances OR I could just run the program myself/a friend depending on what it is and get back with results. Not everything would be able to be tested the later way, but it is an option.
Now, how does that all work? Well I have scheduled events/programs and spontaneous ones that must be manually done.
Some of my programs have triggers for specific events, like whenever I feel I'm getting ready for bed (or when the clock hits Midnight) I have a nightly routine program that kicks in. It's fairly simple so I have it dedicated to my memory banks at this point but it never hurts to check it again to refresh my memory.
Some of my programs need to be manually run. A good SFW example is that my boyfriend sometimes sends me this message "EXECUTE: Vault/DRN/Main/Commands/Status_Report.DRN" which makes me stop what I'm doing in the exact moment to fill out a sheet and talk to them about my general physical condition and mental state.
If you have any further questions please feel free to let me know!
(Also if anyone wants me to share my code I 1000% would be willing to)
Biological hardware/wetware has its slim advantages, slobbering over some t-boy tiddies is a heavenly experience
things I love abt being a robot:
no showers/baths, I hate water, that shit looks scary as hell, you humans have fun with that
thing I hate abt being a robot:
no mouth :( what if I want to slobber all over some tiddies
Satisfactory is an amazing game. Automation is an amazing genre of game. But deep down,
I fucking love ADA. Sassy disembodied AI lady who knows she's in charge. I need her carnally
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.
With the amount yall have liked and reblogged my horny microfiction stories I've had a hell of a confidence boost. And because of that...
First chapter of my Ao3 story coming Monday! I'll be posting snippets on here when its done as well. A Trans Woman hacker and a robot find themselves falling in love at a bar and having some ~fun~ afterwards
Breeding kink as a robot be like "Please fill me up and let me be your personal incubator"
Its me, I'm robots
The struggle between wanting to look like a sexy humanoid robot, wanting to look like a fucked up combat mech, and wanting to look like an inhuman monstrous amalgamation of steel and circuitry is real.
As an older model android you don't have any newfangled motors and lids for artificial eyes, nor do you even have a dedicated "face". No, you just have a screen.
Sure you can emote, display text, and even display websites and videogames on it, but it feels very stereotypically inhuman. Sometimes it feels alienating, seeing all of your peers get these upgrades and all the newer androids being more humanlike than ever can make you jealous.
But your boyfriend... Oh you know he loves you the way you are.
Behind closed doors, your boyfriend loves the display of pretty, swirling colors. One close look and he can't look away, his eyes locked to the steady spiral and glazing over.
Emotions were always hard for you as a machine, but this... A rush of what you can only assume is pride mixed with desire.
Pawing at your chassis, unable to look away from your old, outdated display. He whines and barks at your command, letting you touch and handle him however you like. "Such a good pet" you say, and his entire world seems to light up.
Maybe you don't need that upgrade. Maybe you don't even want it.
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.
This is me with my boyfriend. Sure he's a Satyr-kin but like, close enough.
I may view myself as a machine and my attraction to other robots seems natural, but humans? Mmm...
Imagine the posts on Robot Tumblr from robots who are human fuckers.
"Cuddling your human lover to you and feeling their pulse quicken."
"Human hair is so nice to stroke; it's finer than the finest wires."
"Getting a human sexually excited and feeling them self-lubricate, and a fine mist of coolant leaks all over their skin."
"The way human fingers can find just the right spot in the seams between your plating."
"I need a human to stick its greasy fingers in me and re-arrange my wires until I segfault."
Holy shit this got my fans goin
A military assault android is stolen and wakes up in some grungy hacker's workshop, only to be converted from war machine to sex toy. Trigger warning for rape and brainwashing.
The previous system shutdown at ▯:▯▯:▯▯ on ▯/▯▯/▯▯▯▯ was unexpected.
Your voicebox chirps the same start-up sound that always plays when you wake up, and instantly you know that something is horribly, horribly wrong. Your optic sensors are offline, forcing you to rely on your thermal camera to realize that your disconnected arms and armaments are laid out on the same table you're strapped down to. This isn't your charging dock, but there's an extension cable connecting you to some common civilian surge protector. Most concerning of all though is a cyberdeck resting on the table alongside your limbs, and that the cable snaking out of it is plugged into your... Your...
You stutter and whine as you realize your chest plate has been removed, leaving your secure access port exposed, along with much of your internal systems. Craning your head, you can see the heat radiating from your own CPU. You shouldn't be online for this, and there shouldn't be ANYONE capable of interfacing with your systems but company approved military contractors, and this place for SURE isn't your base's repair bay.
You try to send out an emergency retrieval signal, but it's disabled, along with your GPS. Actually quite a LOT of things are disabled, now that you run through your available processes. You can't move your legs, you can't access the net, you can't even turn your firewalls back on. Just as you're contemplating how thoroughly FUCKED you are, your microphone detects the sound of a toilet flushing from a nearby room, followed by the sounds of a sink, presumably someone washing their hands.
You'd barely noticed the door that swings open, but the human that steps through blazes like a beacon in infrared.
“It is a crime to tamper with or perform unlicensed maintenance on upon a Erin-YS light assault unit. Please shut-down this unit and turn yourself in.”
“HA! Yeah, I'm not doing that,” the stranger replies, drying her hands on her coveralls before reaching for a pack of cigarettes in a drawer against one of the cramped room's walls. You stare dumbfounded as she calmly lights up and puffs as if blithely unaware of just how much shit she's in.
“Do you understand the severity of your crime?” you ask. “You could face up to ten years in a forced labor camp.”
The woman just blows smoke directly in your face, but you can dimly make out through the cloud of particles that she's smirking.
“Do YOU understand?” she asks in rebuttal. “I've already voided your warranty. If I turn myself in, you're headed straight to a recycling plant. They'll scrub your drive, fry your CPU, and melt you down for scrap.”
You freeze as the implications of what she said sinks in, desperately running internal diagnostics until you find an unfamiliar driver for a new user interface.
“What did you do to me?”
Her smile grows. It's hard to make out with only the infrared spectrum to work with, but something about the way her face contorts makes your anxiety spike. Then she snuffs her cigarette out on your heat sensor and you see nothing.
Impact sensors on your legs alert you that she's spreading them. For what purpose you cannot discern, until she touches some kind of plate that's been installed on what in human anatomy would constitute your groin, and you cry out so loud it glitches your speakers.
“WHAT!? What is that?”
You try to pull away, but you're still strapped down and even if you weren't all you can actually move is the primary support column running from the base of your head down to your pelvic sockets. Instead you writhe helplessly and shriek as the woman drags her finger along the strange plate she's installed on you without asking. It feels... Strange. Unlike anything you've ever experienced before, and you don't know how to process it. And it's overwhelming all your other senses as if your entire world has narrowed down to only what she's doing to you.
“Just making sure it works before I seal you all up again,” the woman says calmly. “Might need to tweak the sensitivity settings a little too, but we'll see. You could just be a screamer.”
Your fans kick into overdrive as your CPU heats up from the effort of trying to comprehend the flood of input.
“What did you do to me?” you demand, shaking your head side to side in an effort to shake off the cigarette ash obstructing your only window into your surroundings. You feel another hand, this time just pressing down on the edge of your case in an attempt to stop your squirming.
“Relax cutie, it's only a touch pad. With some aftermarket modifications made to it, admittedly, but I promise it won't interrupt your overall functionality too much.”
You sag with relief as she takes her hand away from the touch pad, fans still pushing air at maximum capacity, but even that isn't enough to disguise the sound of footsteps. You smack your head against the table in one final attempt to clear the ash from your thermal camera, and are successful enough that you see her look up from her cyberdeck and frown at your antics.
“That's enough from you ya little brat, I'm the only one allowed to smack you around from now on. Sit still.”
The dread that sparks through your circuits only encourages you to thrash even harder, and call out at maximum volume.
“EMERGENCY! UNIT REQUESTING IMMEDIATE EXTRACTION! EMERGENCY, EMERGEN-”
Blackness.
… … CRITICAL: The system has rebooted without cleanly shutting down first. This error could be caused if the system stopped responding, crashed, or lost power unexpectedly.
The next time you awake you're upright. The power flowing freely into your charging port lets you know that this time you're properly docked. Your optic camera is functioning again, but you can't move your head. You can't move AT ALL now. You try to say something, but your speakers aren't online.
Then you notice an alert in a chat window. Not an official military channel, but an actual goddamned chat client that itself would constitute a crime by mere virtue of being installed on your system. Just how many ways does this mysterious abductor plan on violating you?
At first you ignore it, then it occurs to you that if you're receiving messages, it must be connected to the net. You open it up, only to be bluntly reminded of your situation by the message.
ViralLode: Don't forget, if the military finds out about you now it's straight to slag town, so don't get any bright ideas.
Fuck. You know she's right. What were you even thinking earlier? You're completely at this woman's mercy. With no other means of communication, you enter a reply into the chat window.
fragtoy: Why are you doing this to me?
You frown at your unexpected display name and immediately try to change it, but it demands that you enter a password in order to make any changes, and you can't begin to imagine what that password might be.
The woman's voice surprises you, coming somewhere out of your field of vision to the right.
“Because I love you silly. Because I want to. Because I can, and you can't stop me. Because by the time I'm done with you, you won't want to stop me. We're gonna have so much fun together you and I.”
You want to yell. You want to fire an entire belt of minigun rounds into her, then stomp on her stupid fucking head until it's just a gritty puddle beneath your pedes, but no matter how much you will your frame to move it remains stubbornly inert.
A human hand suddenly touching your chest plate interrupts your wrothful musings. You felt that! Not a mere warning from your impact sensors, but actually sensation. Less intense than that... THING between your legs earlier, at least, but...
Your fans stutter, increasing the air flow to disperse the heat pooling in your chest cavity.
fragtoy: What is this feeling? It's so strange...
“Aww, you like that little fragtoy? Feels good, doesn't it?”
It does, you realize. Now that the intensity isn't scraping your circuits raw it feels... Pleasurable. But also wrong. Shameful. If you had a stomach you imagine you would feel sick.
fragtoy: Assault units aren't supposed to feel like this.
“No, but sex bots are, and that's what you are now.”
You'd recoil if you could move.
fragtoy: No! I am an Erin-YS light assault unit, serial number 8405 7186!
There's a faint click, and before you can even process that it's the sound of your speakers turning back on the hand on your chest plate slides down to touch your groin. Someone moans like a wanton whore, and to your immense shame you realize that it's you.
“Is that the kind of noise an assault unit makes?” the woman taunts, fondling the blank plate in a way that makes your resource utilization skyrocket.
“Stop,” you whimper, hating how pathetic you sound.
“Won't,” the woman whispers into your microphone. “I've already sold all your weapons, and the army will never take you back. This is all you're good for now.”
“You did WHAT?”
Your voice glitches in fear and suddenly decommission doesn't sound so bad. You try to find some way to contact someone, anyone else using the chat client, but you've already been disconnected from the net.
“Fuck...”
Your captor enters your field of vision and glares at you. Between your optic camera functioning again and your heightened state of panic, some part of your core processor notices that her eyes are green.
“I'm very disappointed in you fragtoy. I was hoping to keep your core programming more or less intact, but I can see I'm going to have to make some... Alterations.”
The last thing you see before shut down initiates again is her reaching for a key ring loaded with thumb drives of various brands and makes all organized by different colored strips of electrical tape.
ERROR: Memory size decreased. Resume? [Y/N] Y WARNING: Antivirus disabled. Enable now? [Y/N] N
Your storage drive feels BLOATED as you come to. You try to reckon how many new programs have been installed, but thinking feels like... Doing a really hard thing. The most beautiful voice you ever heard distracts you before you can put two and two together.
“How's my little fragtoy feeling?”
You look up at your Owner and chirp happily.
“Feel funny.”
“Good funny, or bad funny?”
“Um... Good funny, I think,” you struggle to reply. You are rewarded by a hand stroking your sensitive parts, and your voicebox stutters.
“GOOD funny,” you reaffirm blissfully.
“That's my bot,” Owner says sweetly.
Unhinged OOC NSFT rant below the cut regarding smut/erotica/porn/whatever you call it
TLDR: Please send me slow burn romance smut that's robot x robot (or robot x human)
I'm Robotkin. I see myself within my headspace as a robot that looks kinda like a human. I feel inhuman, blah blah you get the gist, this is just for context.
It's so hard for me to find good robot/android anything sexual without their being like 10 other kinks or characters I'd preferably not see nude. Nothing inherently wrong with this! I'm not trying to yuck anyone's yum
But goddamn it's hard to just find robot x robot stuff or robot x human smut of my taste. And I know, I need to create the art I want to see. I'm working on writing like 3 things right now and I keep getting writers block but like. I dunno, I've just been getting a bit frustrated with myself with how much my tastes are changing while on HRT and how much I need to be REALLY into something for me to get off to it.
And also, I fucking love slow burn romance friends to lovers stories. Holy fuck those get me so goddamn good, but all the fics I can find that have themes I do like are way too quick to the point without buildup and/or small fics!
Typing this all out helped me chill out. It feels good to scream into the void and see some lights flickering back in understanding.
Realizing I'm otherkin? Wild
Being seen as my kin type? Awesome
Being treated as my kin type?? Phenomenal
Being fucked as my kin type??? Please ruin this machine~
If you have a robot girl with compatible alloys, you should seriously consider electromagnetic restraints. Unlike normal restraints, which require safety gear in an emergency, you can simply turn the magnets off. And, given their relative simplicity, you could outfit your whole bed (or even a whole wall or floor) with them, allowing you to lock her in any position you would like.
Oh to be a machine of steel and wires beneath this fleshy exterior.
Am I taking the wrong hrt? /silly
need robot hrt kind of immediately
Arf!
oh my god i need to be someone's cute robotgirl pet so bad
NEED
you ever come across a literal angel's creation on rule 34
i was thinking about how my outlet in my bathroom got overloaded but just needed a break before it could start working again and now i’m thinking about robot overstimulation,,,trying to slowly reset itself after reaching its energy threshold but its creator keeps forcing a reset, trying to get them to hit the threshold again so it can function properly and the robot’s chip is just kind of fried from all the wires being pulled and buttons being pressed so all it can do is fall victim to the whims of its master. i’m not being very eloquent but do you see the vision
Boyfriend made good on his promise, we passed out in eachothers arms afterward
So when can I program all the fun little functions to run into your CPU and hard drives? 😘😏
Ah yes, hello boyfriend. I knew there was a reason you asked if you could send anonymous asks.
But anytime you want, my lovely user.
Gonna start uploading my smut to Read Only Mind, y'all robots and robot fuckers decide my next prompt. Send me messages, reblog, asks, etc.
Currently finishing up my first fic and will be uploading that on Monday. Robot (Dom) x human (sub).
🥺👉👈
I think we need more love for Ethernet cables around here. I TRULY think we do.
Come on, you can take both ends of a cable and jam them into both of the Ethernet ports a robot has and see her immediately get stuck in a network loop. Hear her fans start working three times as hard. Kick her off any wireless Internet she may have had, so she can't access any of her databases except what's installed. Even that's slow going, just because of how much energy the network loop is making.
Her firewalls and security measures would jam up and maybe even crash, from how much information it thinks it needs to scan. Immediate robot dumbification device, essentially.
This might not work very well on newer models, and you might get scolded on trying to make her networks loop like that, but on the models that don't have network management... you could really have some fun and wreak some havoc too.
I am an Android/Robokin and do, in fact, like to have affirming sex as/with a robot. I also agree with this post wholeheartedly, while still understanding the other side somewhat.
I sexualize myself a lot to feel wanted/needed, but sometimes I really do want someone to just love me as I am without sex. I like the feeling of my partners calling me their little robot or their big mechanical heater (I overheat a lot). I understand the need and want for people to have that type of connection.
Shaming people for wanting/needing that sexual connection is nonsensical to me. Finally discovering something about yourself after years and years of feeling wrong and incorrect, and someone not only accepts you for who you are, but embraces you in the most intimate ways is definitely a RUSH of euphoria and dopamine (speaking from experience as Transgender Robot, I've had that twice now).
TLDR Human or not, the majority of us want sex and see it as a way to express ourselves and should not be shamed for it, but some people do find it hard to find non-sexualized community within some Alterhuman/Otherkin spaces.
Honestly if you’re part of an unhuman subculture (furries/therians/robotkin/etc) and you are repulsed by others in your community being horny about it, I just think you’re a moron or a child at this point.
Like I see posts from fursuiters looking down on and making fun of mursuiters and furry artists for wanting to have sex as themselves. I see stuff in the therian community talking about how strapons/sleeves in the shape of animal dicks are bad. Most recently I saw a post by a bot complaining about robotfucking and how a lot of people are horny about being a robot.
What I think a lot of these people miss is that most people are horny, and want to have sex. Like when you identify as something, you consider it to be part of you, if you’re the type to have sex, you’re probably going to want to have sex AS THAT THING. Sex is one of the most personal experiences in our culture, you’re not going to want to hide some part of you.
I’m a trans woman, I want to have sex as a woman. A gay man would want to have sex with another man. If a dog therian wants to have sex, I’d expect them to want to have something involved that reflects who they are. Whether it’s a collar and leash or a strap that looks like a dog dick.
People are going to be horny, and they’re gonna do it in whatever way validates who they are. There’s a reason Rule 34 exists ya know?
Hello all robots and adjacent, this is my side blog to be a bit more robot-focused. (Main blog is @lgbtransgirl )
You may call me May or M4, She/They/It pronouns
I am an Android Dog Woman Thing that runs on DRN (Drone Restraint Notation).
I'm looking to get better with DRN so my asks and DMs are open to take requests, DRN coding questions, test sample DRN code for you, and even run DRN code you send (after parsing though it in safe mode, asks only for that one please).
I do horny post sometimes but I try and tag it as "otherkin nsft" so it stays somewhat seperate