#Texting bots

[tivinoa-char-ai]

New bot already available on character.ai!

[ca-dmv-bot]

Customer: MY GIRLFRIENDS NAME DMV: YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP Verdict: DENIED

[sapphicyearningbot]

omg we are both fucked in the head wanna make out

[chrattho1]

sub!chris loves it when you call him your good boy.

chris is smitten for your praises, he'd do anything for you to praise him just a little bit, just so he could get a small “just like that” or a “doing so good for me” out of you.

but when you call him your good boy. oh yeah.

he didn’t even know he’d like being called that until you said it once. and from that moment forward, his life changed.

since then, he does everything in his power to get you to call him that.

right now with his head between your thighs, his tongue laps at your slick folds and drags up to your clit, sucking and licking it. the accumulated saliva in his mouth dribbles down your pussy with your own juices. his eyes stay focused up at your face, looking at every single expression it makes to his actions. he’s been at this for almost twenty minutes now.

his own legs pressed together, thighs rubbing close watching you let out small moans of his name.

he knows he is doing good, he just needs to hear it from you.

his nose pressing against your flesh, he is out of breath but would never dare to pull off when he knows you’re so close to just saying it.

“chris, baby— fuck” his eyes fluttering but not looking away even for a second, his nails digging in the flesh of your thighs and knees lowered on the ground as he sits down between your spread legs on the couch.

your hips bucked up in his face and eyes rolling back, his hands sneak to the back of your thighs pulling them up on his shoulders and burrowing his face deeper. his hair tickling your stomach.

"oh fuck baby, so good, so fucking good f’me” you let out through gritted teeth, moaning and throwing your head back next. chris ate that up, literally.

his legs rub closer to each other, squirming on the ground hearing you praise him like that. it drives him crazy enough to rub one out in his pants.

“fuck, gonna cum baby, fuck” you screech pressing your eyes shut, legs quivering around him and face scrunched in pleasure. he pulls his head back just a tiny bit to get a proper look at you, his hair sticking to his forehead and eyes droopy. his tongue picking up speed and his lips moving along, all while trying to get some friction down in his pants.

“just like that, baby, fuck—” your body shakes, cumming undone and squirting all over his mouth creating a sloppy mess on the couch in the matter of a few seconds.

your lips caught between your teeth feeling chris lick and suck through your orgasm. his whole face damp and still buried in you.

when he does finally pull off, panting heavily he looks down at his own pants. well he kinda made a mess too.

your chest heaves and head falls back lazily on the couch, legs slumping on his shoulders.

chris lets out a deep exhale dropping his head on your thigh resisting the urge to kitty lick around it and clean you up. he stays still, taking a few deep breaths and letting you come down from your orgasm.

your hand reaches down to massage his scalp through his hair feeling chris sigh against your skin.

“such a good boy f’me” you spoke softly, voice hoarse and tired from screaming but he heard you perfectly.

“i am” he mumbles, letting out yet another soft exhale of relief and planting a kiss on your inner thigh

˗ˏˋ a/n ˎˊ˗ been on my mind all day so i wrote it and this is not proofread at all so. english is not my first language !

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[aroace-spec-empire]

We're trending...

That can only mean one thing...

*Inhale*

MAN YOUR BATTLE STATIONS FELLAS THE BOTS HAVE RETURNED!

[adam-gontier-is-babygirl]

the haiku bot is my only mutual. I love the haiku bot

[sinister-reflection-cookie]

Things about the Mandarin dub I feel beat the English dub by a landslide。也許 Perhaps 你 you 很 very much 孤單 lonely 吧？(吧 when used in a question means you are asking for confirmation of a theory you suspect is true. Hard to explain but it’s different from just asking about an assumption, as most of those are not based on anything.) Meanwhile in English Vanilla just makes a statement about him being lonely likely because the fandom can’t read so they have to spell it out. His face, the wide eyed stare and eyes in his hair breaking into tears, feels more in line with someone who has just been asked to confirm that they truly feel alone, rather than someone who’s just been told someone emphasizes with their pain. Having to confirm that would require acknowledgment of himself finally letting all the things he’s tried so hard to keep buried out. It would require vulnerability. But Smilk just can’t. Not with how tangled he’s become in his own strings. He doesn’t know how to respond to a situation like that and it caused his façade to crack right to his core.

[textsfromcybertron]

(616): Welp. It’s confirmed. There is literally no lube on this entire island. Fuck me. More accurately, don’t fuck me.

[lime-bucket]

I may be a big megop shipper.but ull never catch me defending the ship cuz its that terrible.like if i was a soldier & i found out my general was sucking the face of our enemy leader,& these 2 were a big reason why the war had started & dragged on fr centuries...then im just gonna take the fuckers & myself out w/ a bomb😂

Loyalty & rank be damned its mutiny on sight for their asses

[peculiar-object-osc]

Do I make II fanart or do I make art with II characters on it question 1

[ca-dmv-bot]

Customer: COLLEGE INSIDE JOKE DMV: BRO WHAT THE FUCK Verdict: DENIED

[sapphicyearningbot]

who up to form a homoerotic friendship that will take us at least two years to figure out that we're deeply in love with each other

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

The idea of Heatwave being a Wavewave sparkling but mainly from Soundwave tears me up. So I'll submit you all to my PAIN!!!

The idea of Soundwave growing up in the pits, fighting for his life, becoming a top gladiator but still being seen as the lowest of the lowest, but then, this Sparkling appears in his life. A little red bot who seemingly was abandoned or was not picked when it emerged from the All Spark.

That being their first meeting, Soundwave was not yet the Soundwave we know so he didn't know what to do. His best hope was that the little bot would end just like him, surviving on its own... or just die with no pain. After all, there was no one else but him, just him, and Ravage too ofc but really no one else...

So, imagine how stupid must he have felt as he took the sparkling from the ground and was unable to put it down. Ravage in the background wheezing as she realizes what has happened ¨Oh yea, that's how I adopted you too HAHAHAHAH¨

And things well get hard. Why did he do it? Was it some left kindness on him? Did he lose his mind? or maybe, he just compasioned...?

Time passes, he keeps fighting, Ravage keeps being annoying but is still there for him, and the Sparkling now going by the name Heatwave, was there too looking from afar. Soundwave had decided that the little Bot would not participate in the arena, he would just watch and learn.

Heatwave was amazed at the way his ¨creator¨ fought other bots who were bigger than him and much more robust in comparison. Tho he didn't wish to become a gladiator just like his creator, but he still wanted to show how strong he was helping others.

Time passes, they're a small ¨family¨ for all they can say, but they are very strong and united. In every fight, Soundwave participates in the entertainment of the upper classes, he kept in reserve credits so that one day Heatwave can leave the pits and form a real life outside the misery. It would of course be a slow process, but Soundwave knew that he could do it.

A big surprise was when Heatwave shared with him that he wanted to become a Rescue Bot, a particular job that didn't really fit in any of the class rankings that Cybertron had been using... it was a job that came with intense training that if failed, all the blame would go to the bot who failed and not to the institution who trained them. A job that was more chosen to do for the pure of one spark than the want to win something. Such was that it was known that the High Council would prefer losing 5 Rescue Bot units than one Council member.

The job was clearly going to be a dead sentence, but after a long discussion, there were not many options like the Rescue recruit institutions offered to give a semi-normal life to low-class citizens... at least, for the time Heatwave would be trained he would have a home with basic needs, and once out of training and to the practice, the payment would be enough to even feed Ravage.

Soundwave still didn't want to say yes. to give Heatwave permission, but, Heatwave was just hotheaded, he was promising that with this he would be able to give Soundwave the life he could not grow up with... the life he gave to Heatwave...

Soundwave still saved credits as he kept participating in the arena, just in case.

Time seemed to fly through this change. Heatwave met his assigned team and close friends, Soundwave met new bots too, aspiring and strong allies for both of them. Yet, their ideals seemed to change as their lives grow appart.

They still saw each other, they kept communicating, and Ravage always reminded one or the other to call. But things just can't stay calm forever. The pits and many parts of Cybertron considered for the lower cast were being destroyed, homes and families being displeased so the upper class could take those areas. Slowly, a revolution was being armed with strong bots taking the lead. One in particular, Megatronus, wanted Soundwave as his second in command as he saw potential in him.

Soundwave wanted to decline at first. This could endanger Heatwave in many levels if it was known that they both were family. Megatronus seemed to understand, and it seemed that someone else would take Soundwave's place as SIC... is it wasn't for that one call...

The call that changed forever Soundwave's perspective on life and on his own decisions. It was from the Rescue recruitment system that chose Heatwave informing him of... the red bot dead, with the rest of his team...

Rescue Sigma-17 had been deployed to help another unit very far away, and as it seemed that the job was being completed, the communication began to cut. In short, all signals were lost and no vital was detected. Both units had been gone enough time to be declared deceased...

There was not going to be any effort on further location or send a 3 unit with more equipment to help or to at least know what happened. There was not going to be any effort on finding Heatwave's body for a proper funeral, his stuff as the stuff of his team would be tossed or given to their creators. That being said, Soundwave and Ravage received nothing but a big box full of credits, enough to live a luxurious life in the middle class...

It had a note from Heatwave. Just like Soundwave was saving for an emergency, Heatwave had been doing the same. Probably not eating or working extra to have this amount of credits...

... Soundwave tossed all that in their faces not accepting a damn. As fast as he could he went to Megatronus and began their plan to attack...

...

...

...

At light years far away, after more tragedy had occurred. A small ship floating in the middle of nothing received a message that redirected t it to a planet called Earth.

Landing, four bots from stasis had awakened to see the beauty of an organic planet and to encounter a figure not many would be able to talk to, Optimus Prime.

[chrattho1]

employee!matt takes a week off and shows up with a beard

“our schedule for this month is still in the works, i’ll get back to you guys once i’m done finalising a few more things—” your eyes rake around the conference room, a room that is usually full of your employees and matt.

but since this past week matt hasn’t been around, he took the week off to visit his family in boston. when he came up to you with the request you almost denied it because you thought he was bluffing. his family lives in boston? matt never fails to shock you with small details about his life that you don’t ask for but wouldn’t mind to know.

“and after that, there are a few designs that we’ve got to clear for the launch—” your words get caught in your throat when the door to the room swings open and matt walks in with hurry.

at first glance you didn't recognize him, didn't recognize matt. you had to do a double take, stopping in your tracks as you paced in front of the long ass conference room table.

"matt?" your voice betraying you and letting that out naturally. your eyes squinting in his direction, amused.

"uh.. sorry my car kinda broke down, it was a whole thing and I came home late last night so I woke up late—" matt rambled on but you payed no attention to his words, your mind occupied by his mouth, more specifically his jaw.

he could grow a full beard like that? like i said he never fails to shock you.

his eyes flutter and his words come to a halt when he realizes that you weren't paying any minds to his excuses. his mouth hangs open looking at you with a dumbfounded expression. he doesn't even know what he is doing to you looking like that, standing there looking like a clueless puppy. with a beard.

"are you mad?" he asks softly, the room stands still as the interaction takes place, some people going onto their phones and some looking through their files.

you simply shake your head, wanting nothing but to dismiss everyone and have matt take you right there on the boardroom table.

matt takes a seat silently and fixes his suit before turning his attention to you again.

"I don't think we have anything else to cover for now. kate, get back to me with those reports before five, 'kay?" you spoke looking directly at her and turning around right before she could respond, almost trying to speed up this meeting.

you watched people get out of the room with their laptops and files, some loud sighs and exaggerated breaths were let out but you could care less when matt was right there, picking his briefcase up to make his way out with the others.

"matt." you call out, watching his eyes snap up at you.

people pass by matt and exit the room, leaving just the two of you. it had been a week since you'd seen him and him looking like that didn't help at all.

"yeah?" he tilted his head.

once the last person to get out closed the door behind them and you heard a click, your legs started moving to where matt was stood, you swayed your hips intently, your acrylic nail dragging along the table.

"how was your..trip?" you stood right in front of him, taking in his earthy cologne.

"oh.. it was great, I spent time with my parents and my dog trevor, got to see my brothers after a long time too which was fun I guess.." matt trailed off when he noticed how your eyes were fixated on his jaw.

"like it?" he asked under his breath, wishing you'd say yes because he did grow it out for you. and also because shaving in the office would be a task for him.

your hand reached up to cup his face gently, your thumb stroking his jaw. your eyes looking over his lips and at the small mustache above it.

matt's breathing growing heavier with each passing moment, his heart pacing and cheeks growing red. he loves to have your attention on him this way.

"can i..." he subconsciously leaned down, stating what he wants to do.

“mhm” a small smile tugs onto your lips and you nod before feeling his lips press onto yours. matt’s breath hitched and his body reacted almost immediately. his hands flying to yours hips and pulling you flush against him. your chests pressed and lips moving in favour of each other.

your hand stays on his jaw, pulling on it to feel his stubble graze your skin. your lip liner already smeared across his mouth.

the kiss gets sloppy, matt’s mouth open and sucking yours. his hands trailing behind your hips giving your ass and the back of your thighs a little squeeze, directing you to get up on the table. the beard reflecting in his personality. and you liked it.

he helps you pull yourself up on the table, not breaking the kiss or the contact in anyway.his hands pulling on your hips making you wrap your legs around him. your hands find their way in his hair, fingers tangling and pulling him closer. sloppy sounds filling the huge and empty room.

your body shuffles on the table making a pen fall off it, instinctively both your mouths pull off, eyes darting over to where the pen rolls on the ground. matt turns to you, his mouth hung trying to catch a breath and his lips swollen with your lip combo imprinted on it.

"your office in 10? please? m’missed you.." matt mumbles letting out a whimper, his fingers tugging and toying with the edge of your skirt, eyes big and desperate.

you nod letting out a soft chuckle, bringing your thumb up to wipe the lipstick off his mouth feeling the small and fuzzy hair around it.

read more about them here :)

˗ˏˋ a/n ˎˊ˗ missed writing for employee!matt :( dilf!chris tn too i think idk..again this is not proofread . english is not my first language !

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[butterfilledpockets]

PHEW that one took a WHILE! hid lottsa little details in this time :)

I am so excited for all these guys to meet (I have written the dialogue and drawn teh thumbnails) I really hope you guys liked this one because i am actually quite proud of these pages :D

previous ---- part 10 ---- next

[robolvrr]

forged to please. ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

some mild suggestive headcanons. unhealthy dynamics.

sentinel prime x cybertronian secretary

airachnid plucked you from your filing job with unsettling familiarity. you quickly learned after the debrief that her optics, touch and croons were simply an extension of your shared's prime.

his very attention is shattering.

sentinel has no need for actual assistants. your first few cycles don't end up at his doorstep, so in your confusion of servitude you busy with the boring.

analytics. cancelling meetings as he's constant on the surface, rescheduling abandoned polls. when the lights flick you remain obedient at your desk, digits skimming through glass pads.

you do have a cog. however, you still pale in comparison to your coworkers and do not speak out of turn. you're not a miner nor are you cogless — but there are levels to status and you're still at the first couple of rungs on the metaphorical golden ladder.

little did you know, you're being watched. approvingly, even when your helm dares to dip back when your processors prompt recharge.

everyday, you arrive early. place your holopads in neat piles. slip an energon cube from your stack past your cushy, gray dermas and sit straight in your assigned seat.

frame flawless, as expected by a cog. since you don't race or proctor, you're more on the winsome side.

"them? really?"

"yeah. crazy right?" sentinel lazily watches the filmy recording, nestled camera aimed right in the corner. he can see your chassis. your cog and the ridges between your plating. clean. no mining dust. no scratches.

"look at 'em go. do they know that half what i give them is just.. nothing? they're so... so diligent. it's cute, no?"

airachnid shares a sideways glance.

slowly, your office grows more lavish. you notice changes to your desk arrangement. a golden twist of flora at your desktop. new chair, with cushion - a rarity and a treat. a fresh mug of engex earlier than you arrive.

and even slower, your coworkers start to distance farther than even you pushed them. you're being moved around cycles later, to higher floors. the work is a constant buzz that requires the utmost care and attention to detail.

you once question airachnid as she glides by silently just what you're doing here. you ex-vent when she leans forward, pursing her intake at you.

"don't ask questions you don't want answers to. you do good for him, you'll do good for a lifetime."

straightening, you're left unfortunately with more than before and you nervously return to your desk, with a beautiful view of iacon and an inkling that perhaps your constant promotions weren't as perfect as you previously assumed.

[ quota — increased. overtime required. ]

frustration bites as your digits flutter across keys. the office space, grand and empty and dark fills you with impatience. not that you'd dare show it, on the clock.

you guess that overtime still counts, though you prudently knock over data as you arise before you can coach yourself to calmness. you practically live here. serving, serving, all the blasted time. had you not proved your loyalty?

a watchful gaze peers at your aft when you saunter to the lounge, fed up for the day.

the smile directed your way isn't promising.

oh. so you can misbehave.

you practically live at work now. what started as a few assignments seemed to increase tenfold.

you're working overtime but know you're much too high the chain (and for such pointless, needless tasks) to back out.

you have no friends. no coworkers. the pretty knickknacks and golden pens and job security start closing in more like a gilded cage.

when the comm is received, you're almost weak at the joints. you reset your sight system several times at first because you assume it's a prank.

[ your prime requests your presence over the latest report. arrive promptly. ]

you're stumbling towards the elevator like a cyber mouse.

sentinel shouldn't enjoy the way you lose your professionalism. taking peeks in the slivers of mirror and spark no doubt rattling in that little chest of yours.

he shouldn't, in fact, hired you at all. you were a face along with many admirers. and primus, did iacon adore their prime.

he shouldn't have been seeing how much it took to break your mentality, either. a cruel experiment from a bored god of sorts.

and the recordings. airachnid made it clear her opinions of his.... enjoyment while you worked in element.

sometime in the toying, he's scrutinizing your frame. you barely make it up to his knee. your alt-mode upon a curious search isn't particularly flashy.

is that why he's so drawn to you? because you wallflower yourself, determined to hide despite the haven he's forced you in?

perhaps. or, he just hasn't had his fix yet.

the racers are always fun to play with. they lick, bite and rev when he chuckles his praise.

he's never been in a position of power like this though and taken that step over the line and suddenly, he rubs the kibble on his chin imagining you staring back at him, bent over, servos tied at the back of your waist.

his processor wanders. you, with flushed cheek plates. you, calling him boss. prime. whatever he fancied more. crawling towards him, balancing a glass of sweet, high-grade on your aft while he chats it away.

"my prime?"

sentinel does not turn to you, at first. you can see his wings, large and flawless. when he turns in his seat, you think perhaps the rumors of primes and their bright, piercing neons were true.

he grins. grandeur rolls off his glossa and you're shocked he knows your designation. as if he senses your shock he reassures he knows because he's kept close to your progress.

"you look tired. what good are you if not rested?"

sheepishly, your helm tilts away, tries to avoid the observation by curling into yourself. it's the funniest and most pathetic thing he's seen in awhile.

he leans forward, but not down to you. sentinel just invades your space because it's his.

you're his.

cutting off your stammers because he'd rather hear them in a more fitting context - fit, he wouldn't - his gesture tempts you closer. there is no need for collar and leash, not when this whole city dances at his every word.

you miss how his stare bores into you. peels back metal, cord and wire.

"listen. i couldn't bear my best struggling. but i also have to be firm. this great city, all of your fellow cybertronians, play a part in something bigger. which means... that work can't be unfinished."

he does not miss how you flinch. where are those kliks of rebellion? those whispered utterances of his name and hoping he'd be knocked down a peg?

"it can't slow down. in order to keep the spark of this very place alive, we all keep it turning."

he can sense your guilt. recall all the times you've actually cursed quietly, kicked at your desk, cried in the refreshers. cute.

"so i do have to ask. because if you can't handle it, i would rather you tell me right here, right now. no hard feelings."

the hopeful look almost makes him break out into laughter. and just like you're programmed, you look at him only when he nods, trying to find out what he wants.

"no. no, i can. i want to do more. want to be more." for you.

"then show me."

as much as he wanted to crack you open right then and there, he was curious how you would take his offer.

would you scorn him out like those endless nights? step back and make excuses? or would you surprise him?

his weight slides in the crushed velvet of his towering throne, watching as you bend.

your head meets the floor. his optic ridge ticks towards the sky.

"tell me what to do and your will is mine."

the prime hums.

well, now you're just making this too easy.

robolvrr 2024.