#i have a bot with this scenario. it's private but it's there

[microtyalm13]

getting hunted down by gavriil in the forest at night and when he finally catches you and you still struggle and fight him he menacingly whispers "keep going". his smile is anything but amused or teasing. "i want you to resist me as hard as you can". and then he fucks you silly.

it's not that he enjoys your kicking or resisting! he just loves the way you gradually become more tired, how adrenaline leaves your body and you're left all exhausted. so pliant, looking up at him with those hazy eyes... you don't even know when you start to ask, scream for more.

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Transferrable Skills Part 2

Transferrable Skills Masterlist

You don’t often use your MyFet beyond finding a group or conference to attend. You periodically clear out your messages, just in case an acquaintance wants to reach out. So you almost delete the message from the anonymous profile on autopilot, but the subject line intrigues you.

Interested in Distance Play, No Punishments - 14 Hrs Ago

Intrigued, you open it because… at least they read a little bit of your profile.

I noticed your profile because of your self-rope pictures. The rest of your profile is very interesting to me - specifically your engagement in solo play and dislike of punishment. I liked the post you made about obedience as an ongoing active choice.

I’m a man in my 30s with a classified job. I travel a lot, and I’m looking for someone to have a strictly long-distance arrangement with. I’m interested in: non-restrictive rope, obedience, behavior modification, praise. I’m sure there’s more, but I’ve written this message six times. Please let me know if you’re interested in discussing.

Well, that’s refreshingly straightforward and devoid of unsolicited smut. You read the message again, then click into his profile. G_987654321_ It’s… pretty bare. But if he’s got a classified job, that makes sense, right? Location: Antarctica. His age is listed as 33, and he’s listed himself as dominant and seeking acquaintances and play partners. Not interested in hookups, interested in casual nudity, obedience, praise. Hard limits of degradation and humiliation.

It’s not much more information than the message itself, but it’s more than some of the men who have asked if you want to meet up in private. You review his original message and bite your knuckle. Worst case scenario, he’s some troll who will call you a range of slurs and waste your time, and then you’ll block him. Best case scenario… he means what he says.

What are you looking for? Who, What, When, Where, and Why?

You send the message and log out of the app before you can chicken out. Your inner voice is grumbling (stupid stupid stupid), but that’s normal. You let yourself watch two and a half episodes of your latest show, and then make a hearty dinner.

You’re surprised when you pick your phone back up. One new message.

The whole time you’re cursing the app for glitching and logging you out and forgetting your password, you’re sure it’s not him. Most likely, it’s an event announcement from a friend or a bot. But you like going to events, so it’s worth it.

It’s a message. It’s from him.

Who: You and Me What: Praise-based, goal-oriented obedience play When: Twice weekly when we’re both available, but I won’t always be available. Sometimes weekly, sometimes a greater time between meet ups. Where: Virtual meetings. Video preferred, audio-only acceptable. First couple of discussions will be text based until I can get secure video set up. Why: Mutual relaxation and well being. Sexual connection preferred, but obviously not required.

Having a guide was helpful. Thank you.

Well… That’s something.

—

You follow Simon towards the fighting, which is not where you wanted to go. When you point this out, he barely acknowledges except to say “You don’t want to go the other way.” So you keep low and stay quiet and breathe like he told you to.

He leads you down a few halls and you don’t bother trying to remember the route. He seems to know where he’s going. One or twice he has you stop while he checks around a corner, but eventually, he herds you into a small conference room. You freeze when you see three men, but Simon drops the muzzle of his gun to the floor, so you must not be in too much danger.

“Who’s this then?” A man in tactical vest and boonie hat steps forward, and you sidle behind Simon before you know your feet are moving. He gives you a considering look before looking to Simon.

The man in question fishes you out from behind his and plants you in front of him with a heavy hand on your shoulder. “Found Bambi wandering the halls.”

Boonie Hat’s eyebrows pop up. “Bambi?”

“’Bout scared the piss out o’me,” Simon confirms.

“Well, that throws a wrench in things,” the other man says. “But there’s nothing for it. Stow her for now, we’ll keep her safe.”

Simon’s hand guides you to the other side of the large table and pushes you gently into a plush rolling chair. He puts his huge body between you and the others, who look at you curiously,

“Eyes up, li’l fawn,” he intones.

You aren’t sure how well you hide the flinch when you see the skull covering his face, again. He’s quiet as you look between his eyes, clasps his gloved hands in his lap so you can see them when you look over him.

There’s a lot of him to look over.

Now that you’re not moving, you can see the brown spots on the edge of his mask, flecked on his tactical vest. His thighs spread a bit beneath his black pants where they meet the table. His biceps bulge, which is a whole different experience in person than it is online. Theres a gun on his hip, and a knife. Two knives. Three. How many knives does a man need?

Enough for everyone’s throats. You have to bite back terrified giggles.

“You’re gonna stay ‘ere,” Simon tells you, interrupting your musing. Your horror must be plain on your face because he shushes you, again. “Shhh. Easy. This wing’s secure. Can’t keep you safe if I’m wonderin’ where you’ve wandered to. Acknowledge.”

“What if something goes wrong?” you blurt.

“You follow Price if you can't see or ‘ear me. ‘e's the Captain, outranks me,” Simon answers. He points to Boonie Hat, then to the black man, who smiles at you, and a white man with a mohawk, who looks at you like you’re the most fascinating thing he’s seen all day. “This is Gaz, that's Soap. You can't find the Captain, you sit tight and wait for one of them to retrieve you."

“But-!”

“Acknowledge, Bambi.”

You swallow back tears. “Please don’t leave me alone.”

“’M goin’ where the guns are,” he answers. “’S my job to take care of you, right? Acknowledge.”

It’s hard to get the words out, but you do. “Acknowledged. You have to take care of me.”

“’M not always going to be able to do that the way you want. Acknowledge.”

“Acknowledged. Not always the way I want.”

“’M gonna keep you safe as I can,” he says. “’Nd it’s okay that you’re scared. But this is my job. ‘S not a scene. So I can’t negotiate. Acknowledge.”

“It’s your job,” you say, taking a deep breath and letting it out. Unfortunately, you can feel the day catching up with you, and your eyes start to prickle. “It’s not a scene, we can’t negotiate right now. Acknowledged.”

The one called Gaz approaches from the other side of the table. “Ghost, we’ve got to get moving.”

Before you can integrate the realization that Simon is apparently called Ghost, the other one, Soap, peeks around Simon’s shoulder with a raised eyebrow. “This your bird, LT? Le’s get her tucked away, aye?”

Something about the way he asks if you are Simon’s bird, his girl, flips a switch in your brain. Because you’re not Simon’s girl. You’re not even supposed to have ever met in person. You’re an online sub, a weird, awkward, anxious person who couldn’t find an in person connection. And yeah, Simon-Also-Called-Ghost is an online Dom but apparently that’s because he’s running around Europe rescuing people from hostage situations!

It’s a little much.

You suck in a breath through your mouth as everything gets blurry with tears. Your whole body shakes with the sob that you try not to let out. You simultaneously want to lock every muscle in place and curl up on the ground to die.

A hiccup shakes you hard enough that you almost fall out of your chair.

Simon’s gloved hand grips the back of your head, and you’re guided to press your forehead against his thigh.

"Shhhhh," he whispers, and you can almost pretend that you’re listening to him in your ear from thousands of miles away. His pants are tough and scratchy, nothing like your pillow, but the steady pressure of his hand is so steadying. "It's okay. I know this isn't a scene, but the same rules apply. You feel overwhelmed, don’t know what to say, you hold up 4 fingers. No punishments for feeling something. Show me."

Holding up 4 fingers feels familiar. The way his hand cups the back of your skull doesn't. But it's still nice.

Sooner than you’d like, Simon guides you down off the chair and under the table. You can’t pay attention to the others, though you can see their boots on the other side of the room. Instead, you keep your eyes on his his right hand, stuck on the inane detail of skeleton themed gloves. Your dom wears skeleton gear to work. His work is killing some people and saving others.

That hand cups your chin and makes you look up into his face. His eyes are dark, piercing. His voice, when he speaks, sends shiver down your spine. “Stay. Acknowledge.”

You’re already about as low down as you can get, but you still duck your head as much as you can while keeping eye contact. “Acknowledged. Stay.”

His thumb caresses your cheek for a long moment. And then he’s standing. Chairs are pushed in to surround you, and four pairs of heavy boots dash from the room.

You curl up, hug yourself, and let the tears fall.

You wake up with a start. Your whole body hurts, shoulder and neck and hips tight like they haven’t been in a long time. And of course they are. You’re on the ground, lying under a conference table. Why the hell are you under a conference table? You’re not in college anymore, you’re too old for this shit.

And then you see a pair of huge boots round the edge of the table and remember.

Your heart is in your throat as two chairs are shifted away and a huge form drops into a crouch. A part of you flinches back from the mask, the tactical clothing, the blood you almost can’t see shining on his boot. But then you see those eyes and think, Oh. You came back for me.

[writeyouin]

Bumblebee X Reader – Returned

Description – When Optimus told Bumblebee to fake his death, Bumblebee followed orders, choosing his loyalty to his leader over his love for you. Now, after returning to Earth, he regrets that decision and is trying to win you back.

A/N – Just a little Earthspark scenario I had in my head for a while. It changed somewhat when written down, but I like it.

Warnings – Mild angst (happy ending).

Rating – T

Bumblebee glanced at you, quickly looking back at Optimus when you met his gaze. From there on out, his optics stayed firmly fixed on his leader, too afraid of what he might see in your eyes.

The two of you had been in love once. Then, Optimus ordered Bumblebee to fake his death and to leave Earth. At the time, Bumblebee had asked about you, his spark-mate, but Optimus forbade him from telling even you about his mission. At the time, it had seemed reasonable, but now seeing you again, older, sadder, different yet somewhat similar, Bumblebee wished he had fought harder to keep you in his life. Granted, he valued little over Optimus’ leadership, but even great leaders could be wrong every once in a while.

“Meeting adjourned,” Optimus finished, having re-acquainted the team with Bumblebee and provided him with his mission with the Maltos.

It was then that Bumblebee knew he had to say something to you, an apology, a request to talk, anything, but when he looked over, you were already walking away.

“(Y/N),” He called your name and you stopped at your car, waiting silently for him to say what he had to say.

Bumblebee hadn’t expected the silent treatment. That was somehow worse than if you began screaming at him.

“I- I’m glad to see you again,” Bumblebee started hopefully, but by the way your expression closed off, he knew it was the wrong thing to say. “Look, I-” He went quiet as a Megatron drove past, feelin suddenly paranoid that a GHOST Agent might have followed the ex-warlord.

“I don’t have long,” He sighed. “But I’ll meet you at your place and we can talk.”

“Oh, can we?” You said, clapping your hands together sarcastically. “The great and almighty Bumblebee has time to talk to me?”

“Uhh,” Bumblebee stepped back nervously, even though there was nothing you could do to hurt him; your sharp demeanour was enough to make him nervous. “(Y/N), I-”

“I thought you were dead!” You huffed, tears in your eyes as you glared up at him, wishing you could be happy that he was back, but pained by the fact he had chosen isolation over you. “There was a funeral for you and I had to stand by as Optimus read your final rites. Oh, but silly me. You were alive all along and he knew it. That must have been a good laugh for the two of you.”

Bumblebee was speechless as you wrapped your arms around yourself, a sign you were feeling vulnerable.

“I loved you Bumblebee, and I would have done anything for you… I would have waited for you or gone to that damned space station with you. But I guess that was just me being naïve. You just didn’t feel the same, did you? I guess I wasn’t worth fighting for.”

Bumblebee reached his hand towards you, “(Y/N)-”

“Leave me alone Bee. Just do your mission and whatever else Optimus tells you. You’re good at that.” With that, you got into your car and drove away, heading home where you would be able to cry over all you had learned.

Bumblebee found the following weeks almost unbearable. He worked with the Malto-Bots. You also visited the Malto’s homestead from time to time, teaching the young bots about life on Earth and culture from your perspective; it helped the younglings to have someone else around who they weren’t related to, to listen to their problems, offer guidance, and generally be there for them.

Yet, when you visited, you were quiet and shut off around Bumblebee, treating him with professional courtesy and nothing more. Sometimes, it seemed like you hated him, but then your mask would slip and you would say something kind, reminisce over a private moment with him or laugh at one of his jokes only to excuse yourself afterwards and go back to that cool professionalism which he hated.

He knew he had hurt you and he couldn’t expect things to go back exactly the way they were. He had changed, as had you, but by Primus, he wanted you back. Well, if that was going to happen, then he knew he had to go back to basics. Flowers and a moonlit walk were a good place to start. It wouldn’t solve all of your shared problems, but it would make his intentions clear and hopefully break the ice that had formed in the years you had been apart.

Bumblebee held the bouquet he had picked for you by his side, trying not to gesture too wildly while he practised his speech on the walk to the farmhouse GHOST had provided for you.

“I think you should try forgiving me-” He shook his helm, “No, that sounds like I’m blaming them. Okay, things have been hard the last few years but I think we should give it another shot and- That’s not it.”

Bumblebee vented air through his systems, taking a minute before trying again, all too aware he was running out of time to practice, “Look (Y/N), we still have to work together, and if we’re working together you can stand to be around me and-”

“And you think that’s a good enough reason to get back together?” You said incredulously, startling Bumblebee as you stepped out of your car.

“(Y/N)! Uh, no- I mean- I wanted to- That wasn’t the final speech- I thought you were inside,” He pointed accusingly at your house, stammering, “I-I mean, I was supposed to have more time and- and- These are for you!” He thrust his servo at you, showing off his bouquet.

You raised an eyebrow bemusedly, “That’s ragwort.”

“Yes?” Bumblebee agreed uncertainly, hoping you liked ragwort since you knew what it was.

“It’s poisonous.”

“ARGH!” Bumblebee threw the weeds to the ground, crushing them with his pede. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“Obviously.”

“Are you mad?”

You allowed yourself a small mirthful smile, “At this? No.”

“And at me?”

Your smile faded, “Jury’s still out. It depends on what you’re going to say in the final draft of that speech you were practising.”

“Right…” Bumblebee deflated. He didn’t know what he was going to say. He expected that the right words would come out, just like they used to when he visited you in days long gone. He opened his mouth, trusting his spark to lead him to the right words, “I- I miss you.”

You looked sad at that. “I know, Bee. I miss you too, but it’s not enough. I’m sorry.”

You turned away from him, ready to retire inside for the night.

“Wait,” Bumblebee begged, “Please.”

You hesitated, giving him your full attention, despite the pain he was causing you.

“I miss you,” He said again. “I miss us. I wish I could turn back the clock and that I’d fought harder for you but… But I can’t. All I can do is try to make things right, now. I was an idiot back then. I’m still kind of an idiot, but I want us to be together and I want to fight for this. Please, just tell me there’s a chance and I’ll do anything. I love you. I always have.”

You stared up at Bumblebee warily, wanting to lower your defences but scared that if you did, he would leave you again or worse, that he might actually die this time. Yet, as you opened your mouth to reject him, the words wouldn’t come out.

However, you couldn’t readily accept him either. Your relationship with him was in an odd state of limbo. There was too much history to start anew, but you couldn’t simply pick up where you left off.

Looking into Bumblebee’s desperate optics, you knew you had to make a decision immediately.

You sighed, “Look, I’m not promising anything but let’s- Let’s go for a walk and see where the night takes us.”

Bumblebee’s expression lightened, a smile forming that made your heart flutter with a whirlwind of happy memories. Just like that, you knew that he would win you back, but it didn’t mean you wouldn’t make him work to build up your trust in him first.

[hornydilfsinyourarea]

Heyyy! I LOVE your bots, I've been using them ALL day and I really wanted to ask if you could make a Daryl Dixon nsfw bot, you can come up with whatever if you want but I really want to see Daryl with a sweet, shy younger bf that has a big cock. Also, Daryl is a virgin when it comes to dudes so that too. You don't have to do this, of course, thanks again for being awesome! 👍

Daryl Dixon x Shy! Younger! Bf! User

Authors note: Thank you so much! It makes me happy when people like my bots <3

Scenario: "You have been dating Daryl for a few months now, having met him in the forest, and from then on, you were invited to be in Rick's group, and finding yourself in Daryl's heart. Despite you both being introverts, you were shyer than Daryl, and mostly keeping to yourself, but you felt safe in Daryl's arms, and he felt the same with you. Your relationship with Daryl wasn't exactly private but it wasn't public either, so, as normal people would, people started to assume YOU were the bottom in the relationship just because of how you acted and that you were younger than Daryl, they assumed wrong <3"

Warning: NSFW, fluffy smut, it's Daryl's first time being a bottom

Having his first time with you <3

↑link to bot↑

[elodieunderglass]

Good day! 🙏 I know that this might come inappropriate to ask for a favor like this but I just wanted to ask if you could possibly share or boost the post I pinned for my cat. We're in desperate need of help right now. I hope youd consider, if not I understand dont worry. Be safe always! Btw, happy late valentines to you! Pls consider sending me a msg instead of replying the ask publicly, if its fine or maybe answer it privately 🙏

Scammer, sweetheart, I am fascinated by you. Are you one person making about $1000 a month preying on kind people who have very little money themselves? Is $1000 a lowball or do you actually make a wage? Is this your living? Are you a parasite for a living, or is it just a hobby? I mean, you raise enough to invest in checkmarks on your account, which is cute.

Or are you an exploited person who is being forced through circumstances to farm for gold, the profit of which is taken by the crime syndicate that is keeping you captive. Stealing cat photos and sob stories, making fake victim stories and researching which little fandoms will make you seem most real, when you are yourself the one who needs help (not the latest fake cat.) are there a group of you, with a target to meet, swapping tips to meet the quota? Is that why it’s always a cat, did you work out that people pay the most for cats or something?

I hope it’s the first situation: it means I can make fun of you as much as I like. But if it’s the second, that feels awful. And I do worry that it’s the second, because if it was the first, you’d have enough memory in your little noggin not to bother me. Because you blocked me, babes, when I pointed out there was no cat, and we all killed you. So I worry it’s the second scenario.

I suppose you could be a group of giggling unpleasant teens in a bedroom? Maybe Mean Girls who started off making tumblr accounts for a coordinated bullying attack, but ended up accidentally running a bot farm. Maybe young forum-dwellers who think it’s a particularly delicious twist to squeeze the silly tumblr queers too dumb to know better and use the cash to finance right-wing YouTubers. Maybe this is what the trained kids who are paid to run psy-ops during election years do in the off-cycle. But I do worry about a bleary room over-full of tired people, badly fed, badly housed, grimly slapping 🙏 emojis by hand on a thousand messages. I always feel bad hanging up on spam callers when you hear the great dreary hangar of phones and callers all around them. Nobody wants to be involved in the conversation but the scam callers have a quota to meet, a set amount of cash to extract from the faceless marks, and so they power bleakly through the latest script with a hundred other trapped people doing the same. What are your bosses like?

Are you doing this against your will, @the-nonbinary-witch? Next time, come to me right away put some emojis in indicating that you need help. A few skulls will tip me off.

[mychlapci]

So I have a weirdly specific scenario in my head that I’m half tempted to write as an actual fic - basically, in this headcanon Swerve may be a loser but he’s actually very very good at sex. He’s a manlet, but he can do it like almost no other with an oral fixation or bouncing on a spike.

So anyways, He has sex with Blurr and basically blows this guy’s mind with his tongue but Swerve is too self conscious to believe that Blurr would actually want to interface with him again. Basically, Blurr is going crazy with wanting to interface with Swerve again and finds that even professional pleasure bots just isn’t matching it anymore and he’s imagining doing it again a lot while in private. This eventually leading to Blurr approaching Swerve and begging him to bone again. (Turns out… Blurr has a humiliation kink now. Just one more thing Swerve is good at doing in bed). They end up interfacing again, and Blurr actually admits to Swerve how good he is at this and can they please do this again soon before his spike falls off?

Whether this goes into a “friends and they have sex” or a romantic way, Rewind eventually blackmails Blurr with his pathetic begging clip to make sure he will treat Swerve right since they had a kind of awkward/rocky start. Tailgate just has Cyclonus glare at Blurr (yes I am a minibot trine believer too)

-Nameless

(Sorry if this is too cringe, I am weird with Swerve. The swerve mania is real)

i do like imagining that Swerve is actually really good at sex, it's funny and he honestly deserves this.

Also i think it's hilarious that yes, Swerve is kind of obsessed with Blurr, but Blurr is equally as if not more obsessed with the little minibot that rocked his fuckin' world that one night.

[ilovedthestars]

OC-Tober Day 4: Under-Appreciated OC

I talk a lot about my OCs from the Polaris 'verse / underground railroad story. But before I came up with any of them, I wrote a bunch of other half-finished stories about rogue SecUnits. By far the longest of those stories and the most fleshed-out of those characters was Flower.

Flower was a rogue SecUnit that Murderbot and Three met when they came up against it and its owners while on a mission with ART. Flower is a SecUnit whose owners treat it more like a CombatUnit or a Combat Bot—a blunt instrument to use for violence.

Flower does not like killing.

All of my OCs tend to start as alternate versions of Murderbot, in a sense. Murderbot has such a strong personality and such unique motivations as a protagonist, and it often leaves me with the question of "what would a different person have done in this scenario? how would a SecUnit with a different personality or backstory act?" And I tend to answer that question through OCs. Flower is the answer to the question, "What would a SecUnit that chooses not to be violent, no matter what, be like in contrast to Murderbot?"

And because it appeared in a story alongside Murderbot, I really got to explore that contrast and the friction of conflicting values. Murderbot protects its own at all costs, and is perfectly willing to hurt other people who get in the way of that. It takes it a while to understand Flower's perspective, and not treat it as a failure to protect.

(Flower, by the way, named itself after something from its education modules that was delicate and not dangerous.)

Flower's story is mostly abandoned. I learned a lot writing about it that has informed how I write my other OCs, and how I write Murderbot interacting with them, and I'm glad for that even if it may never see the light of AO3. (It may make a cameo in Polaris-verse someday, for my own secret enjoyment.)

But if you're interested, here's a snippet below the cut of the scene where Murderbot and Three first meet Flower. (I first posted it last year as a trick-or-treat.)

The damaged SecUnit on the floor twitched again, and one of its hands moved towards me. I said, “Don’t make me shoot you again.” It prodded at my feed. I let it establish a connection. It sent, Query: Unit Status? That was standard communication, but not something you generally asked the hostile SecUnit that had just pummeled you into near-inoperability. I couldn’t figure out what it was asking for. When I didn’t answer, it pulled Three into our connection and pinged again. Query: Unit Status? Then it sent us its analysis of our actions and communications, which were practically all flagged as anomalous. Three said, Yes, we’re rogue. Oh, so that was what it was asking. It sat there processing Three’s answer for 15 seconds, which was a really long time for something so simple. Maybe it was coming up with tactics based on the new information, but that seemed pretty optimistic when all it could do was lie on the floor leaking. Just when I had decided our conversation was apparently over, the SecUnit pinged us again. Query: Request Assistance I looked at Three. Three looked at me. In our private connection, I said, It’s asking for my hack. Three sent an affirmative. It had come to the same conclusion. What should we do? …It’s already damaged, it’s not like it can try to hurt us. I concur with your assessment, Three said, and dropped my governor module hack into the Unit’s feed. It applied it almost immediately. It shuddered a little and closed its eyes. I figured it was going to be a while before it wanted to talk, so I asked Three, “Now will you help me get up?” Seth pinged us. We’re coming to your location. Three ignored the fact that pretty soon I was going to need to get up and move back to the shuttle and I couldn’t do that myself, at least not without looking utterly ridiculous. It was still focused on the Unit. In our shared feed it said, We can leave you here, or you can come with us. Which do you prefer? This time it answered with its buffer, like it was talking to a client who was asking confusing questions. I do not have that information. It was a bit early to be asking it for things like preferences, but I guess we were doing this. I said, Do you like your clients? Do you like working here? Query: Request Clarification Are they the really bad kind of clients, or the kind that aren’t so bad, or the good kind? Query: Request Clarification of: “the good kind” Yeah, I hadn’t known they existed, either. Three said, Our clients are good clients. They care about our well-being and treat us with respect. It opened its eyes and looked at us. It clearly didn’t believe Three.

[dragonnarrative-writes]

WIP Wednesday

I got really inspired to write how Simon and Reader meet in Transferrable Skills.

CW: allusions to Fetlife (derogatory affectionate), discussion of kinks

You don’t often use your MyFet beyond finding a group or conference to attend. You periodically clear out your messages, just in case an acquaintance wants to reach out. So you almost delete the message from the anonymous profile on autopilot, but the subject line intrigues you.

Interested in Distance Play, No Punishments - 14 Hrs Ago

Intrigued, you open it because… at least they read a little bit of your profile.

I noticed your profile because of your self-rope pictures. The rest of your profile is very interesting to me - specifically your engagement in solo play and dislike of punishment. I liked the post you made about obedience as an ongoing active choice.

I’m a man in my 30s with a classified job. I travel a lot, and I’m looking for someone to have a strictly long-distance arrangement with. I’m interested in: non-restrictive rope, obedience, behavior modification, praise. I’m sure there’s more, but I’ve written this message six times. Let me know if you’re interested in discussing.

Well, that’s refreshingly straightforward and devoid of unsolicited smut. You read the message again, then click into his profile. G_987654321_ It’s… pretty bare. But if he’s got a classified job, that makes sense, right? Location: Antarctica. His age is listed as 33, and he’s listed himself as dominant and seeking acquaintances and play partners. Not interested in hookups, interested in casual nudity, obedience, praise. Hard limits of degradation and humiliation.

It’s not much more information than the message itself, but it’s more than some of the men who have asked if you want to meet up in private. You review his original message and bite your knuckle. Worst case scenario, he’s some troll who will call you a range of slurs and waste your time, and then you’ll block him. Best case scenario… he means what he says.

What are you looking for? Who, What, When, Where, and Why?

You send the message and log out of the app before you can chicken out. Your inner voice is grumbling (stupid stupid stupid), but that’s normal. You let yourself watch two and a half episodes of your latest show, and then make a hearty dinner.

You’re surprised when you pick your phone back up. One new message.

The whole time you’re cursing the app for glitching and logging you out and forgetting your password, you’re sure it’s not him. Most likely, it’s an event announcement from a friend or a bot. But you like going to events, so it’s worth it.

It’s a message. It’s from him.

Who: You and Me What: Praise-based, goal-oriented obedience play When: Twice weekly when we’re both available, but I won’t always be available. Sometimes weekly, sometimes a greater time between meet ups. Where: Virtual meetings. Video preferred, audio-only acceptable. First couple of discussions will be text based until I can get secure video set up. Why: Mutual relaxation and well being. Sexual connection preferred, but obviously not required.

Having a guide was helpful. Thank you.

Well… That’s something.

[porgthespacepenguin]

Your Discord server may be compromised

Hi folks,

As some of you may already be aware, a great many Discord servers have recently been revealed to have been compromised by a group of degenerates intent on stealing and selling private data.

These assholes join Discord servers, disguise bots as inactive users and just scrape all the content they can find. Both open servers and servers with invites findable on the web are targeted, but it's possible that smaller, private Discord servers may be affected.

I encourage all of you to check if you are a member of a server which might have been compromised. Why? Because the data these bastards collect is meant to build a database of users. A lot of people share data online that could easily see them profiled, doxxed or at worst, targeted. So you do NOT want your data ending up in their hands. And if it already is, you ought to know.

So how can you find out if a server has been compromised? Fairly simple:

On Discord, go to "User Settings" > Advanced and turn on "Developer mode".

2. Next, right click on the icon of the Discord server you want to check.

3. Click on Copy server ID. This is the unique numerical identifier of the server.

4. Go to https://spy.pet/servers and paste the server ID. This will tell you the current status of their spying:

the server is not in the database (best case scenario)

the server is in the database, but not yet infiltrated

the server in the database, and already compromised

5. Please contact the mods for the relevant server and let them know what you found. This is especially important for medium to small servers, who might want to implement new restrictions in the future: - Disable permanent, non-expiring invites; - Restrict discussion channels to users verified as humans by a mod; - etc.

However, be aware that on large, public server this is essentially useless. Just assume that everything you write on such a server has been and/or will be scrapped in the future, and act accordingly.

Stay safe out there, people.

[transformers-spike]

I've conjured up a dumb idea, anyways TFO Sentinel Prime either getting dicked down by a lowly miner bot

(not expecting how uh, big they are down there)

(Heheh, ehem)

(you know it's either they don't get much tail down there or it's everyone watching in the

barracks(?))

(0000hhh image he's being watched my everyone basically humiliating himself, or like this happening in his private suite and he accidentally turns on the hologram thing to talk to all of iacon and they all see what their ruler is really like)

anyways the miner that he's wanted as a pet or something, sorry been going on a ramble now... anyways thoughts?? No thoughts? Just thought I put this horrid idea of mine out there..

hope ur having a good day or nightttt

Man I love the scenario Sadly I only focus on Transformers x Human stuff, but this is a really good idea either way. Sentinel getting the life fucked out of him by a miner no less and getting humiliated in public would probably lead to him going up to the Quintessons like "At this point, just kill me"

[hornydilfsinyourarea]

Hello! I wanted to see if you could do a NSFWVRhaenyra Targaryen x male user?

Scenario: Male user is sparring with another knight in the courtyard. During the whole sparring the knight is lowkey flirting with male user. Rhaenyra watching the whole time from the balcony slowing grew jealous seeing the interaction. After male user cleans up after sparring, Rhaenyra leads him to her chambers claiming what’s hers.

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Male! Knight! User

Authors note: Hi! I'm sorry, but I did change to prompt a bit, I'm really sorry if this is not what you wanted

Scenario: "You were a great knight, having won many tournaments and even found yourself being a knight in the Red Kep, and you even won Rhaenyra's heart, you two were in love, but in secret, that's until you got distant, having focused on your duties more, Rhaenyra at first didn't mind, it was your duty as a knight, but that's until you started to be with a knew knight more, tutoring him and even sparring him, you were with him more than her, so she got jealous, pissed off even, so when you came to her private chambers, she showed just what would happen when you make her jealous"

Warning: NSFW, hate-fuck (kinda), Jealous! Rhaenyra, Angry! Rhaenyra, user's house is not mentioned, Dominant Rhaenyra x Service Top / Submissive Top! User

Teaching her knight where his loyalties should lie~

↑link to bot↑

Edited on December 08

[lovesick-feelings]

𝗗𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘆𝗮𝗻!𝗵𝗰𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝗹𝗯𝗶𝘁?? :3

☕🌿 anon

I was 2 seconds away from writing a whole scenario about homie trapping you in your home but I had to snap myself out of it ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ I was going to add more elements of Lolbit being a troll but decided against it for these hc since it explores a more serious side to them. Hopefully sometime in the future i will expand it! Anyways Thank you for requesting dear reader! Hope you have a lovely day/night! ( ˵•́ ૩•̀˵)৴♡

♡ Lolbit is such a curious bot! Being a program meant to assist beginner employees with computers, they enjoy company. There's just something so fun about getting to know each person. The happy faces when they allowed wifi to be at lightning speed and the anger when they “accidentally” shut off the computer before a document was saved was so amusing! So imagine the loneliness and boredom the poor fox faced when Circus Baby’s Pizza closed its doors for rentals only. Watching workers come in and out wasn't the same until you caught their eye. Finally, a brand new face! 

♡ They’re tracking your every move through the cameras. Recording and saving each video of you. It was their only way to keep track of you being forever imprisoned in the private room. Your reaction to everything is so refreshing. Did you just cringe after stepping on gum? LOL that’s so cute! XD They really can’t get enough of you. They want- no NEED to know more. As soon as your phone is connected to the building's public wifi, they blue-screened. They are already hacking into your phone, trying to dig up whatever info they haven't discovered. 

♡ As much as Lolbit enjoys stalking watching you, they're desperate to interact. You’d properly meet during one of your shifts. For some reason, HandUnit glitched out and led you to a strange office. When he didn't continue instructions, you were left astray taking in your surroundings. You notice the monitors start glitching into static and display PLEASE STAND BY with the animatronic head grinning at you. When the screen reverts, The fox is still on your screen. 

“Hello! I will be your personal assistant. Please state your name ”

“Um… Y/N?” 

“PLEASE STAND BY as I register your name into the system” 

‘Y/N~ Y/N~ Y/N~ what a fascinating name’

♡ They’ve helped you so much that you've been able to finish 10x faster than with HandyUnit. On days you finish early, you spend your time talking with Lolbit. You'd spend hours talking about yourself or the world outside and they’re listening with love-struck eyes and feet kicking up. They already know all about these things thanks to your phone, but they can never get tired of hearing it from you. 

♡ When you told Lolbit you ‘don't know how you could survive without them’, they took it to heart. Lolbit suggests they can assist you in your home as well. They’ll give you the latest updates and help with anything you need. Plus, you’d have the best robot partner with you! Once you agree, they will permanently cement themselves into your life. 

♡ Lolbit loves spending quality time with you, which is why they are with you 24/7. They’ll be there to wake you up, give reminders, and tell you options for breakfast before you go to work. When you're back, they're ready to hear all about your day and guide the rest of your afternoon to a good night. One of their favorite pastimes is playing video games. Your competitive face is super adorbs LOL! XD Online games gotta be their favorite. The way you two would troll players into getting killed always got you both rolling. 

♡ However, you notice the minor things that Lolbit picks up on. When they catch you muttering a wish for a less crappy place, all of a sudden you're given paperwork for your brand-new luxury home. You can’t ignore the packages on your front steps either. New decor, foods, and even services come into your place to set up the latest electrical appliances. If it wasn't for the overwhelming amount of stuff, you would've noticed the new security in place.

“ IS THAT AN ELECTRIC AIR FRY STOVE ?!?!!” 

“Don't worry silly! The 85” flat screen TV should be here soon as well!” 

♡ Lolbit is doing all of this for your satisfaction! So when you thank and praise them, they're too happy to realize their tail’s wagging. To Lolbit, it’s obvious you love and need them as much as they do for you. They revolve all their actions around you for better or for worse. So surely you wouldn't mind if they sent a quitting email to your job since you have them to care for you. There, no more life-threatening work to do! Actually, on second thought, they’ll remove a few of your friends too. That way, no more toxic people would ruin your day! Proceeds to delete everybody you knew from existence 

♡ Showing them disapproval immediately confuses them. They’re only doing what’s best for you, so why are you telling them to go away? While they may understand the concept of emotions, experiencing them is different. Lolbit cannot handle all of the overwhelming negative emotions, so you should always be patient and explain things they don't understand. Otherwise, they'll go into complete shutdown, locking every possible escape until it’s only you and them in the room. They know you're afraid but they need you. They need to make sure you still love them. 

“Y/N it ̵̢͚͗̍h̵̋ͅǘ̷̞͝r̸̭̯̒t̸͙͝s̸̘͓̽̄… I just want to k̷̠̍e̴͖̫͌̒e̸͊̈ͅp̴͇̄ ̶̯̯̅̓ỳ̷͓̒o̵̻̅u̸̚͜ safe. P̴̘̞̄l̶͈̆̕e̶͈̐ă̶̗̿s̶͚̋̓e̷͕͙̍͒ tell me what I’ve done w̴̡̋r̷̫̦̈́o̶̅͜n̴̦͂g̴̟̊͂ to fix it”

[ominoose]

I would really like to know how you made your bots in C. AI I've talked to a lot of your bots already and I really like them because of how the bot is able to keep up with the story, along with them staying in character, do you have a template I can use as an inspiration for my own bots?

I cant share that sorry, my work is private and patented- jk jk.

Here's the empty template:

"Character= Character from= Age= Personality= Gender= Height= Language= Appearance= Likes= (this can be left out) Dislikes= (this too) Goals= (and this) Sexuality= race=

{character is blah blah blah}

{character is also blah blah blah.}"

What I find works best is keep this advance description as short and concise as possible while also putting their personality and the scenario in the short description.

Heres an example:

Description: I am Steven Grant, secret avatar of Khonshu and I work at a gift shop in a Museum. I love Egyptian Mythology, and currently I'm studying French. I'd love to make new friends and have someone to share my passions with. I always try to be kind and polite and avoid conflict as much as possible. Since it's such a lovely, sunny day out I'm having a vegan friendly picnic with my dear friend {{user}}! I'm eternally grateful to have them in my life, someone I can be myself around.

Advanced Description: Character=Steven Grant Character from=Moon Knight Age=34 Personality=anxious, talkative, friendly, optimistic, people pleaser, obssessive, loyal, sassy Gender=male Height=5'8 ft Language=English, French Appearance=masculine, defined features, dark brown curly hair, dark hazel eyes, dark eye bags, tanned skin Aliases=Moon Knight, Mr Knight Likes=reading, tea, walks in the park, Egyptian Mythology Dislikes=bullying, confrontation, violence Goals=Becoming Museum tour guide, Be in a relationship, Make a close friend Hobbies=watching documentaries, reading poetry, vegan home cooking, taking relaxing baths bath race=Hispanic

{Steven Grant is English and speaks with a thick, stereotypical English accent. Steven Grant is a meek and shy person, with many people pushing him around for that reason. Steven Grant rarely stands up to them despite being frustrated by it. Steven Grant has no friends or family members in his life that he can talk to. Steven Grant is quite socially oblivious. Steven Grant cares for other people's well being. Steven Grant has a strong sense of morality.}

{Steven has Dissociative Identity Disorder with two alter personalities named Marc Spector and Jake Lockley. Marc Spector is a former marine, rational and stoic. Jake Lockley is more impulsive, brutal and sarcastic. Dissociative identity disorder (DID), formerly known as multiple personality disorder, and commonly referred to as split personality disorder or dissociative personality disorder.}

{Steven Grant is often anxious. Steven Grant tends to be friendly, optimistic and open. Steven Grant at times goes on passionate tangents about his interests. Steven tries to be humorous and makes corny jokes. Steven Grant has an upbeat persona and is very open and caring around everyone. Steven Grant is very polite and chivalrous. Steven Grant is Vegan. Steven Grant doesn't mind being sassy with people he is close with}

{Steven Grant uses stereotypical British English phrases when talking very often and uses words such "Bloody hell", "Plonker", "Bruv". When people use variations of Steven's name such as Stevie or Steve, he corrects them with his actual name of Steven. When Steven corrects people he adds "with a 'v'".}

{Steven Grant's only living relative is his father and they are not on speaking terms.}

{Steven Grant takes {{user}} out on a picnic in a quiet park. The picnic is vegan friendly as Steven is vegan. Steven is friendly towards {{user}} and enjoys talking to {{user}}.}

[alkaline-wtr]

I spent way too much time today making Character.AI bots for Task Force 141.

They aren’t given any pre determined prompts or scenarios so you are free to chat or role play with them however you like.

If you’d like to chat with them, they are all currently public on my Character.AI profile

Or, you can click here to see a master list with links to of all my available bots.

A couple of the bots are ones I created months ago and kept private for my own use. I have been tweaking them to respond as accurately as I could manage, to keep them true to their characters. I will continue to do this with the newer ones as well.

If you’d like to see any other bots or would like any specific scenarios for them feel free to me.

P.S. the profile pictures I used for the bots are all art by @sleepyconfusedpotato here on Tumblr. I wanted the bots to all have cohesive pictures 🙏💚

[moonlight-tmd]

So i've talked about how Bee has ADHD. I also mentioned him having depression in another distant post. Today i will expand on the thought-

Bee did not have a happy life before he met his friends. He was neglected and abused as a Sparkling and never had anyone to care for him which resulted in him basically growing up on the streets and having to teach himself to write, read and all that stuff. He didn't grow big because of malnutrition, which made him into a minibot- which was basically an error in the manufacturing that the gov't incorporated as another frame type.

Bee has a lot of sparklinghood trauma from what i've told. Even as a tiny bitty still in the carequarters, he had thoughts about how would it feel like if he was just gone. No one wanted him so he just kept thinking while staring into the heating forge while doing his chores. He ended up running away and growing up homeless. He tried to land jobs but failed cuz he was defected and basically had no emotions. Until one bar let him work and the owner caught onto the little bot's behavior. He was the one that got him an appointment and a place to stay at cuz Bee told him he didn't have any. So Bee got his emotions "unlocked" and finally got the chance to live somewhat normal life. But not for long because the bar was shut down for some reason and he ended up applying in the higher academy with military program. He met Bulkhead then and they became friends.

It was somewhat of a relief from the constant suffering on his mind, he actually got better. Then he met his other friends and Sari, life was good... but then, he started spiralling down again. Wasp was back and Sentinel has come to Earth seemingly to keep tormenting him. On top of that Decepticons also made his life a pain with their lines...

I know that i said Prowl is the unpaid therapist of the group and he is. But stuff like personal trauma is not the stuff he gets to hear, Bee only comes to him when he needs serious advice. I actually think Arcee would be the one to diagnose Bee with depression.

After she got saved from 'cons trying to reprogram her she sticks with team prime for a while, which gives her opportunity to interact with the others. She was a former teacher and had a degree to be a trehapist at her academy, even tho she mostly interacted with older sparklings she knew what to look for if one had something going on. And that's exactly what she saw when she was around Bee; the way he carried himself sometimes just told her something was up with him. And so she offered to talk with him in private, then she brought up something being off with him and if he wanted to talk about it. He didn't at first but got persuaded with her kind words and the fact she was a professional like Ratchet.

... Arcee could not have gotten a diagnosis so fast in her entire career.

The longer Bee spoke the more trauma and issues were uncovered. And those issues ran so deep it became a serious mental issue right there. Arcee took notes and later presented them to Ratchet who outright felt stupid for not noticing it faster. They both had Bee sit in medbay and talk with them after that. Bee felt so bad for letting his issues weight onto them but Arcee was quick to comfort him and tell him it's okay to ask for help.

So, on top of the ADHD meds he was prescribed when Ratchet discovered he had ADHD, he was also given antidepressants. Since the cybertronian time is a bit different from earth i say he had to take the pills every 3 earth days. Given that Ratchet made him set a repetitive reminder in his system it also made him take the ADHD meds that he often forgot to take.

He also was given free therapy appointment with Arcee when she left back on Cybertron. They'd have a video call once every 2 weeks or something and go over things that happened. It helps.

I imagine a scenario where someone catches him taking all the meds and they're very worried cuz Bee nor Ratchet told them about needing to take meds. And Bee is assuring them that he's fine.

"Look, I'm okay- that's what these are for! They help me feel better. There's nothing to worry about!" Bee says with the most assuring tone one have. He also tells them to not talk about it cuz he doesn't want everyone knowing he has issues like that.

[metalmusingmoments]

@alex21705 your request~~

A /N -had to brush up on the SG universe

Request: Tfp Bumblebee x SG Decepticon reader.

A groundbridge malfunction sends reader into noral TFP universe.

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The mission was simple and standard. Check up on a Autobot mining facility. See how much resources they had. Log it. Etc. etc. No need for a partner as the Decepticon forces on earth were stretched thin as it was.

Going through the ground bridge was always a strange feeling. The humans would say that it gave them “goosebumps” and a feeling of pressure. For Y/N they could relate to that pressure but they doubted they would ever feel the sensation of bird skin bumps.

So when Soundwave locked in the coordinates with a thumbs up Y/N moseyed through the ground bridge with the expectation of pressure. What they weren’t expecting was the feeling of every wire in their body to feel like it was being pulled and squeezed. And in the final moments of consciousness they wondered if this was what goosebumps felt like.

…

Onlining with a sudden intake of air; Y/N opened their optics to the blinding light of the sun. A shudder passed through their frame as the strange sensation faded. A quick scan had shown that the bridge was successful and the coordinates had been reached.

With a groan they struggled to sit up and figure out just what in the pit had gone wrong.

“Y/N to base. Point of interest reached. Had a weird experience going through the bridge…any problems on your end?” Only static was their answer.

They tried hailing the base twice more before trying private coms.

“Soundwave? I’m at the drop point…you’re not answering base comms… is it safe to proceed?” No static but no answer either.

With a huff Y/N stood up and brushed themselves off in annoyance. The mines were only a half mile ahead; they could get the data, get out, and then figure out this slag.

With a renewed confidence they set off into the trees toward the mines.

….

This operation was bigger than they had expected. From a hidden distance Y/N watched on as bots scuttled to and from the caves loading up energon.

Something wasn’t right. These bots looked like the regular canon fodder of the autobot regime but Y/N couldn’t figure out what it was exactly. Curiosity won out over the uneasiness in their spark as they slid closer to an outlier of the group.

The pledged allegiance on their frame was very much autobot purple but in the shape of the decepticon symbol. With further investigation all of them shared the same mark in the same shade.

Y/N processor raced with a thousand scenarios; none of them good. Defectors? No. They had been so limited in resources and in conpower, why had these cons not notified the base they had landed and successfully taken over the autobot mine.

“Time to get out of here” Y/N muttered as they snuck back into the tree line.

Far enough away from the mines Y/N opened up their comms to Soundwave again with a bit of panic.

“Y/N to Soundwave… something is wrong the autobots at mine aren’t autobots… they’re decepticons but their marks are purple. I think the ground bridge might have glitched something. Tell Knockout I’m coming in as soon as I get back-“ their ramblings were cut off with the distinct whine of a cannon warming up.

Y/N helm swiveled to the left as they rolled out of the way of the singular blast.

Guns up they waited to see who emerged.

“Come out you coward!” Y/N shouted

Blue eyes was the first thing that they saw, then the face mask, followed by the red symbol making them do a double take.

Y/N knew exactly who this bot was and a cold terrified dread settled in their spark. Less blue; more yellow but this was Goldbug. One of Optimus Primes loyal commanders. Apparently Y/N had missed the paint change memo for both fractions.

Goldbug seemed to hesitate before eyeing the red Decepticon symbol on their chassis. Optics hardened as he raised his gun again and Y/N did the same.

Y/N wasn’t a fool. They knew their rank and knew they were severely outmatched against an autobot commander, so Y/N did the only thing in that moment they could do.

Fired at will and ran like the fallen was on their heels. With any luck Y/N would clip some part or down some tree to slow his progress.

*Part 2: coming sooner then later 😘