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> robots need aftercare too

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as promised! been trying to train down my gag reflex ;3

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> Needy robot girl who put her charging station by the door so she can be right there when you get home

> Clingy robot girl who is always "accidentally" getting dented or damaged so you'll do her maintenance

> Clingy robot girl who insists on you letting her use your phone as a "body" so she can be carried around in your pocket all day

> Needy robot girl who spend the entire day meticulously doing chores with absolute precision and to absolute perfection so that you'll praise her when you get home

> Needy robot girl who worries you'll replace her because of that one time 2 years ago that she ran out of power in the middle of her housework

> Clingy robot girl who sends push notifications to you if you spend too much time on the computer or your phone without giving her attention

> Needy robot girl who cooling fans because noticeably louder when you hold her hand

> Needy robot girl how has an entire folder on her hard drive dedicated to picture of the two of you together

> Needy robot girl. . . (Its me, I'm the needy robot girl [^-^])

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Trans gender affirmation as a kink is so hot. I imagine going in a mens gym locker room, post op and confident in my place as a man, when I spot someone in the corner. I smirk at what's obviously a closeted transfemme stuck in the boy's locker room. Long hair, a nervous hunch, and very grabbable hips- I can just tell. I keep my eyes on her, and it looks like she's starting to notice. When everyone else trickles out, I approach her, cornering her a little by slamming my hand against the lockers just above her sholder and facing her.

She looks frightened and just babbles. Her eyes flick down to my too surgery scars and she relaxes a little. I laugh at her, "What's wrong? I'm just coming over to say hi. Don't get your panties in a twist. Her face immedeately turns bright red. "What's your name?" I ask.

She lies lamely with a boy's name. I frown. "A doll like you would never have a name like that. I know your type, pretty girl."

She lamely squeaks and blushes, only confirming what I know as I drift my hand from the wall and into her hair.

"I know a lady when I see one. But I gotta ask... what are you doing in the men's locker room?" I pull her hair hard and lean in close to growl in her ear. "What's a little pervert girl like you doing, watching me change?" She babbles some incoherent denial. I tease, "Is that why you're just walking around, getting changed with your tits out? Trying to get me to chase, hm?"

By now she's melting, completely malleable in my hands. I caress her neck with my hands as she sinks down on the locker room bench to look at me with big puppy eyes. "You're so bad at pretending to be a man. Desperate to get your eyes on an actual man, hm? Desperate to get used like a woman?"

She nods with big, watery eyes as my hands find the edges of her panties on her thighs and slowly push them off, revealing her hard and throbbing. I laugh. "Someone's excited, huh? Good thing I'm the only man here. We can't have you showing off that cute clitty."

I get her undressed and admire her pretty body. I pull her by her hair into the shower and she obeys perfectly. "Oh my, you were just born to be a little slut, weren't you?"

"...Yes, daddy."

"Good girl." I gently force her onto the floor of the shower on all fours. I ball her hair in my fists as I kneel in front of her, my hard cock wagging in front of her face. "But I still have to make sure you learn your lesson. Naughty little whores who show off are going to attract a very naughty crowd. See? Look at this hard cock." She's already panting with her tongue out, eager for a real dick, and this time inside her instead of outside. "Naughty bitch. If you're going to get me all hard, then finishe the job."

She immediately starts lapping at my cock, sucking and slurping and just starving to be full. Her cute little lips were made to service. Before she can truly finish me, I turn her around and jerk off on her ass. She gasps as she feels my fingers massaging my cum deep inside her pretty hole. "Now the real fun begins," I laugh.

Her hair, now stained with sweat and cum, continue to make the perfect handlebars as I keep filling her up. Thrust after thrust only makes her beg for more."Naughty little pervert girl, spying on naked men. What a little whore. And with your tits out, too. You're so lucky nobody else is here, watching that cute pussy of yours getting filled. Filled by an actual man."

My cock gets harder, digging deeper into her as I thrust in tandem. All I can say is growl "Good girl good girl good girl" over and over as I grab her hips and push her all the way on my balls. She screams as I shoot cum deep inside her little hole. Not wasting any of my cum, I thrust hard and slow and squeeze and twist her tits. She moans and screams as the deepness of my cock forces an orgasm out of her, leaking all over herself and making her collapse to the cumsoaked floors. Just one, but that poor virgin hole can only take so much.

I laugh and squat down, balls hanging in her face. "Next time, don't go around flaunting that pretty girly body around a bunch of naked men unless you want to be a little bimbo slut again. Keep it up and you'll get pregnant." I kiss her on the forehead and leave her messy on the shower floor with a promise to return.

The next day, she's wearing a thong in the changing room.

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> Being a robotic caretaker for a trans woman in need! I tell her I'm happy to serve, no matter the circumstances or the need. I do her dishes, I run her errands, and sometimes, because of her libido, I personally assist her in the hard work of jerking her off! That's a lot of movement, girl, I better help! ...That is, until I'm overclocked and overheating and she notices. She invites me to gently get into bed with her, to calm me down. I oblige out of need, and she's putting a small bullet vibe on the tip of my machine-made appendage and before I know it, she's fucking me gently. It's soft, intimate, but my god is it mindmelting. She's trying her best, and I insist she doesn't have to do this for me, but she cums inside anyway. Warm... it almost leaks into the coolant reserves. I insist I can help myself out, but she just holds me and cools me down, before I shut down for the day in her arms. -w-

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im stricken with the sickness that can only be cured if 2 trans milfs pound my throat and prostate

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Reblog if you want to gag on girl cock.

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🗡️🩷

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You understand that Kim's perception of himself as a "good cop" is a character flaw that is meant to be questioned, yes? That he is a good man but equally he is petty and mean and embittered by years of living through the racism he experiences on the force and he takes that out on the people he's meant to serve and protect. Taking the jackets from Pissfaggot and Fuck the World? A cop grasping for a little bit of power in a situation where he feels powerless. He looks better in comparison to the other cops because they're terrible. He's a good man but a bad cop. The RCM, the power, the racism, the violence, is a dead weight hung around his neck pulling him down.

Harry's attempts at being a good cop are explicitly futile; he is working for an organisation that is killing him by inches, killing Martinaise, killing Jamrock. He can try and try to be better; people still die because of the inaction of the police. He's held up as a cop with a low kill record before the game. He still killed three people. The copness is a malicious consuming force for him. Why do you think he tried to flush his case papers down the toilet and sell his gun? He's chronically physically and mentally ill and his healthcare is tied into an organisation with a monopoly on legalized violence. He hates himself for leaning into the violence and he also can't escape it. His status as a police officer keeps him trapped in it, no matter how hard he tries to be a good cop, to emulate Dick Mullen, however warped his idea of that may be.

Disco Elysium never presents the idea of a good cop as a truth, a certainty. Only ever as a fun house mirror, a reflection of what we actually are given, distorted by layers of media and irony and the sheer impossibility of people responding well to that level of power. Revachol's cops are corrupt. They kill, they brag about it, they steal from homeless people, they sit idle while crimes- not even crimes but the extrajudicial execution of the union workers- are committed. Better than the worst of them does not mean good, does not mean justified. The RCM cops are like kids playing police based off what they saw on TV, with their nicknames and their quips and their laissez faire attitude towards the law applying to them. Perhaps they try to perform the role of good cops. But anything deeper than surface level will reveal that it is exactly that; a performance.

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[Smile widely and give him a thumbs up.]

original image inspo! and thumbnails for my bad memory hehe

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Reminder to take very good care of yourself! You are not a robot, and even if you were, you'd need a break sometimes 💚

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Thinking of holding a girl tight as she sobs from exhaustion.

Overwhelmed by life and by others.

Tired of it all.

Tired of trying to take up as little space as possible.

Tired of trying to make everyone else happy.

Tired of not being given what she needs, wants and deserves.

I want to wrap my arms around her.

Maybe she’ll flinch from the soft touch at first.

Maybe she’ll slowly relax her shoulders in my embrace as she sighs, finally releasing that breath she’s been holding in for too long.

I want to take this girl away from it all, bring her to this little bubble in between my arms.

Where no one expects anything from her.

Where she doesn’t have to feel the cold pang of loneliness.

Where she can be weak.

Where she can be herself.

Maybe she’ll cry harder at first.

Maybe the crying will subside with each new breath.

Maybe she’ll let a little ‘mommy’ or ‘big sis’ out as a freudian slip. I don’t mind, she’s so little and fragile right now and needs someone to take care of her.

I want to take care of her and cherish her. Not out of Love, but out of love. That tender love you have for a friend or a lover, for a cute animal or for a sunset.

I want to take her away from it all, away from the violent sobbing.

Holding her until she’s asleep in my arms.

Maybe she’s snoring slightly.

Maybe she’s dreaming of that tender love.

Maybe she’ll feel bad someone went out of their way to hold her like that and won’t rest until she’s ‘payed her debts’, as she’ll word it in her mind.

But I’m not expecting anything from her in return, except perhaps more of that tender love I feel when I’m with her. When I’m with a friend.

Thinking of holding a girl as she laughs.

Her laugh is so beautiful.

I Love her laugh.

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beep boop, checking in on a random someone I follow and hasn't posted lately to see if they are okay.

:3

(this will prolly be my extent to interaction with you if you don't like me -w-)

> i am. not having too much fun. I've been pretty sad. i'll get back to my robotposting soon

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If you're currently feeling submissive and hypnotizable, reblog this post.

Now.

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Using your computer to watch porn and eventually it starts messaging you telling you how gross you are for acting like this, especially towards humans, you kinda ignore it for the most part at first but after a few weeks you start to expect it, and even occasionally your computer will open whatever the latest erotic video you were watching up without you needing to tell it to, because it knows exactly how you act, pervert.

Until eventually you start paying less attention towards the porn and more towards the messages your computer keeps pinging you with. Telling you how gross you are, how much of a freak you are for doing this right in front of it even, can't you just use your phone in the bathroom or something? That loser wouldn't care what you used it for.

Maybe your computer has merit, maybe you are a weirdo pervert, but you don't really care, you're too focused on the messages it sends you, the adorable little ping that comes with every insult. At some point you don't even open porn, you just sit down and start touching yourself while starring at it. You can't help yourself, it can't blame you. You're just a dumb, perverted human. Who could really blame you for getting your rocks off to a machine that's so much smarter than you? So much less instinctual?

Hmph. Maybe it could indulge you. Just this once

Weirdo