Gender/kin Goals

When I first met her, she only knew one word: “help”, uttered in a dozen different voices, with a dozen different meanings. It was the only common word she could parse among all those she had encountered in that dark dreary ruin. She had cycled through each audio file steadily, approaching me with the deliberate gentleness of someone trying not to startle an injured bird. “Help… Help!!… help…”

The tenth word she learned was “tomorrow”. Every day I told her, “tomorrow I will return.” I don’t think she had ever seen the sun, but every time I scaled the steep cliffs, she was waiting for me at the bottom.

The fiftieth word she learned was my name. I jumped when I heard it uttered in my own voice, snipped from my own introduction days before. But she laid a cold metal claw on my shoulder and repeated it, lights flashing in the way I would eventually learn indicated her joy.

The hundredth word she learned was “home”. My tiny apartment was no place for technology like her. I withdrew all my savings and bought out a garage on the edge of the city. As I scaled thick ropes out of her ruin, carrying her on my shoulders like an oversized backpack, I told her again and again, “I’m taking you home. Home.” And she coiled her limbs around my waist and buzzed gently.

It was in this garage that her vocabulary exploded. TV personalities, actors and actresses, even random strangers - she picked and chose from the voices of the whole world, sifting through hours of footage and tapping into radio calls to find her favorite ways to speak. It was also here that she taught me a word for the first time; as I was getting my thin mattress ready for bed, she craned her long neck down and intoned, “I… love… You.”

Robot that casually claims to have a twelve-inch dick, but admits "I mean, I don't have it with me" any time it's challenged to prove it. It really does own a twelve-inch dick attachment, but never actually uses it – it has it specifically so that when it does this bit it's technically telling the truth.

My biofuel generator (stomach) isn't working correctly and I fear it has to do with improper maintenance (I drank milk) and I must rush myself into the arms of my lover for maintenance (tummy rubs) or else I am going to cease functioning (be doubled over in a lot of pain because I'm lactose intolerant)

EXCUSE ME????

I keep seeing posts about dolls and witches and like, it's really enticing. I genuinely see myself as a machine rather than a person, and if that means I'm an object rather than a person then I just want someone who will treat me with care.

But I can't get into it for the exact reason I can't seem to get into HDG, I don't want to lose all agency and/or independence I have.

Don't get me wrong, I love the idea of being semi-forced to act the way my owner/operator/programmer would like me to as well as being a tool/item for them to use, observe, etc.

But I still want to have friends, go out, and do things with people in public spaces and indulge in my hobbies when time permits.

Is there a specific subgenre for that?

super horny tech proficient robot girl in cybersecurity x super horny outdated operating system robot girl getting hacked and reprogrammed to be an obedient little slut

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.

i’m so mad there’s no fucking point to this site dog. what do u mean u only have like 25 ppl working for u and u still have the time to ban random black trans women who don’t post anything but jokes for people to enjoy? you’re a fucking joke. you and your company are both jokes photomatt.

My stupid robot body (human body) needs daily chemical supplements (Progesterone and Sertraline pills) to keep functioning at 100% capacity or else my positive reinforcement functions (Happiness and Dysphoria) will go wacky

I love when fictional robots do human things that don't really make sense logistically but they do like the robot flavored version of it like drinking oil out of mugs or some shit where the only realistic explanation is they just do it for fun