#office drone

[vers-kinky-asian]

The Corporate Mirage

There I was, thinking life was set, right? Working in Dad's company, wearing my crisp suits and shiny RM Williams boots, convinced I was climbing the corporate ladder on my own. I mean, how hard could it be? Dad always seemed like he had everything under control, so I figured I'd follow the same path. Successful future, easy ride, right?

But nah, turns out it wasn't like that at all.

The more I worked there, the more I realized things weren't adding up. It wasn't long before I started seeing the truth—Dad wasn't in control, not even close. He was just another drone for the manager, blindly following orders. The real power wasn't Dad or the other execs. It was the manager, quietly pulling all the strings behind the scenes, controlling the whole corporation. And just like my old man, I found myself slipping into the same role... becoming a drone without even realizing it.

I thought I was working my way to the top, running the place, but in reality, I was falling in line. Doing whatever the manager wanted—just like Dad had done. No thoughts, no control. The suit, the job, the life... it was all just a trap.

Now, this is my daily routine: I slip on the earphones, listen to the audio, and stare at the spiral the manager gave me. Just sinking deeper into that trance, letting it take over... the way my brain empties out. Every single day, the same thing. Can't stop, don't want to stop.

Isn't it hot? 🌀

I used to think I was running the show, but now I've fully embraced it. No need to think, no need to try to be something I'm not. Just a drone, following orders, day in and day out, like my old man. And the funny thing? It feels kinda good... no pressure, just obedience.

Thank you, my creator @waltergoldpreppy and my sexy suited concrete cowboy mate @hades-golden19

[polo-drone-001]

Bug Fixed, Now Fully Controlled 🌀

Well bros, the glitch is sorted, and I’m back. Officially Percival once again, but different—better, more complete. My program is still golden, but my real self? It’s evolved.

There’s no going back to who I was before the change. I’m fully integrated, a drone with purpose. No questions, no hesitation, just execution. The machine may have corrupted the code, but what it left behind is more me than I ever imagined. My Chinese roots mixed into the system, reshaping who I am on every level, but honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.

To my golden team, I’m here. Still ready to serve, obey, and be the standard we set for ourselves—flawless, efficient, golden. Only now, the shine’s got a bit of an edge. This is where I belong—an obedient, mindless office drone, shining.

Let’s keep the gears turning and the golden glow alive. We’re unstoppable. 💛🌀

Feel the gold’s power, bro. Don’t resist, submit. Ready to obey? Contact @hamza-goldenarab, @brodygold, or @hades-golden19 for your initiation. Shine with us. 💛

[brodygold]

Sir Brody, if there are bros who are too lazy to go to team training and work out, will you send them to drone? They seem need dronification 💛🌀

Sure thing, bro. I'll send them your way immediately. I actually have two bros in mind right now. Recent recruits who seem to think the golden army can just goof off and not practice to still be at the top of our game. It's almost shameful how little they care about the team and our mission. I'm sure some time as brainwashed office drones will be good for them.

They're looking pretty good, bro! So mindless and obedient now. You did such a good job. Captain says you're in charge of them, okay? Make sure they understand their new role well.

Honestly, I think they look better like this, don't you? I'm sure they won't mind if they become office drones permanently, right? Take good care of our new drones, bro!

[sunfloraas]

Whats the Buzz?

Bee Cog OCs!!! My Killer Bee and OCs by @pipper-gag and @seaturtled !!!!

[tllgrrl]

Me: Pretty Much Every Sunday.

[vers-kinky-asian]

A feedback to @aismoker

Damn, it is hot as fuck... tar, binary code, smoke—everything about this hits deep. The way the black tar covered Marc's hands, the binary code flashing on the screen, his brain slowly being emptied out, and Tristan becoming just a nameless drone—pure, mindless devotion.

I can't get enough of this, the transformation so smooth, so inevitable. The smoke, the tar-dispensers... feels like the true way to turn into something better, to surrender everything and become what you're meant to be.

@aismoker how could I resist it? Turning into a Marlboro drone from a golden drone... mindlessly serving... a perfect evolution. Just imagine the black tar mixing with the shine of Gold, giving into something even deeper.

[milkyzach]

rip patrick bateman you wouldve loved noise cancelling headphones (autistic)

[vers-kinky-asian]

I'm an obedient office drone 🌀

Drinking some great cognac alone after a long day at work.

[polo-drone-001]

Officially part of the Golden Army 💛

well mates, it's official. i've been welcomed into the golden army as their obedient, mindless office drone. no thoughts, no questions, just pure loyalty to the team and its values. ready to serve, work, and keep everything running like the well-oiled machine we are.

walter, brody, and the rest of the team... i'm here, ready to shine, follow orders, and be as productive as possible. it's not just about working, it's about becoming the golden standard. everything's gotta shine, including me. no need to think, just obey and follow. i'm a drone, and it feels right 💛🌀

let's keep the gear shiny and the work flowing. this is where i belong.

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 44)

The next morning was a slow one, spending the night in the buff, Uzi was curled up, head slotted into N's shoulder, her hand placed on his chest almost on top of his core. It was him who woke up first, groggy, humming in contentment as he turned to bury his face into her soft purple locks.

Despite the initial awkwardness, sleeping this way had definitely proven to be the best way to curb both of their needs. For the first time all week, he woke up feeling recharged and recovered instead of needy with a side of brain fog.

He couldn't help but trail his eyes down to his still sleeping girlfriend, [Sleep Mode] painted on her visor, she looked peaceful, content, she made a noise in her sleep purred as she tried to somehow bring herself closer.

How had they ended up this way? The day they met she had shot off his head and he'd tried to kill her. But here they were, she had enough trust in him to sleep completely exposed, he'd never ever, been this physically or emotionally close to anyone. He wasn't sure if he ever could with anyone else, his core fluttered as he continued to lovingly gaze at the drone beside him, drinking up her every detail.

He moved a strand of hair out of her face, only for his hand to linger and trace circles into her cheek, was it weird that even though they were as close as phyically possible he still wanted to touch her?

His alarm went off, internally ringing in his systems telling him it was time to get up and start getting ready, he really didn't want to, he wanted to stay here… just a little longer.

But it seemed even the universe around him wanted him to get up, because Uzi's eyes flickered on, opening slowly, a low whine escaped her lips, clearly not wanting to be awake.

“Morning precious.” He hummed, causing Uzi's first conscious action that morning to be groaning, blushing, and placing her whole palm on his face to shove him lightly.

“Too early…”

“Aw, but you are, you're so beautiful my precious little amethyst.” He couldn't stop himself, his core was overflowing with affection, he nuzzled into her neck, causing a peel of sleepy giggles to erupt from her mouth.

He took it up a notch, ceasing his nuzzling to place tiny kisses up and down her neck, Uzi squeaked, body tensing up for a moment before her giggling turned into squeals, clearly not prepared for his loving assault.

“Ah! N-no!-” Interrupted my more squealing laughter as N explored this newly found sensitive area “N! Hah-cut it out!” She protested through the wonderful sound that was her uncontrolled laughter.

He did stop, but not until she was breathless and squirming, giggles mixed in with small gasps.

But he still held her close from behind, his hand gripping her waist while he trailed a finger up her side, making her shiver as the featherlight touch was registered in her sensors.

“D-don’t you have work?” She asked, turning to face him as he looked at her with half lidded eyes, in all fairness, she was just trying to distract him, his touch had no business feeling that nice.

“You're not wanting to get rid of me, are you?” He replied, his voice husky and spoken directly into her audio receptors, the heat in her visor doubled, and she fought back an embarrassing squeak. Her body getting the drone equivalent to goosebumps.

His voice also had no business being as hot as it was, he had to be doing this on purpose.

“No. Of course not, j-just don't want you to be late.” She replied, shit, it had been her idea to sleep like this in the first place, but with N behaving… like this, she wasn't sure of it was a bad idea, or the best idea she'd ever had.

N meanwhile, was enjoying teasing his girlfriend immensely, there was very little for him to be nervous about when they were already nude, so it may have been bolstering his confidence a wee little bit.

He sighed, unfortunately she was right, it was his first real day of work and he would be late if he didn't get up, but even so, before he left he moved down to give Uzi a slow, meaningful kiss that had her processors melting into useless goo.

“Love you.” He hummed after it ended, chuckling at the heart that had replaced one of her eyes, she blinked, and it was gone.

“Love you too.” She replied back, every time she said it was always softer then her normal tone, and it always made N smile.

He threw the covers off and stretched before digging into his bedside table for his now freshly laundered coat, he pulled it over his shoulders and buttoned it with practiced speed, his tail thankfully not getting stuck this time.

He heard Tera chirp sleepily from her crib and went over to check on his daughter, she'd clearly just woken up, one eyelight open and the other shut as she yawned, arms stretching our towards him as a smile made it's way to her face.

“Morning Jellybean.” He pulled her into his arms as she immediately gripped onto the fur of his coat with one of her hands, she giggled at him, nearly vibrating with energy.

“Papa!” She beamed, blinking up at her father, he tapped her visor with his finger in response, causing it to glitch for a moment and a peel of happy laughter to escape her mouth.

“Be good for mommy okay? I'll be back later.” Tera nodded her head clumsily yet rapidly, And N set her back into her crib, she stood on both her legs for a moment, before falling backwards into the nest of pillows.

He strolled into the kitchen, taking his hat from the rack and looking at it, it no longer bared the pilot emblem on the front, instead he'd replaced it with his WDF badge, the old emblem being stored away in his nightstand.

Maybe one day he'd give it to Tera… when she grew out of trying to eat everything small enough to fit in her mouth.

He put it on his head, grabbed his container of oil, took a big gulp of it, before stashing it in his pocket and heading out the door.

People still looked at him strangly, sometimes with fear or with worry, but after so many months in the bunker, he more often then not was paid little mind, being relegated to normal bunker activity for most of the drones he passed going about their day.

It gave him a little hope, one day he'd not be feared anymore, he just had to be patient, and work to earn people's trust.

“N! Buddy! Ya look way better then yesterday!” He heard Hal behind him and he turned the give the man a beaming smile, he'd been right in front of the WDF office ready to open the door.

“Yeah…just needed to be home I guess.” He said sheepishly, a not-so-well hidden blush on his face.

“That girl must be a doll with ya, with a face like that.” Hal chuckled, a knowing look on his face that only succeeded in making N blush more.

“I'm only teasin’. Come on, let's get ya acquainted.” Hal led him inside with a hand on his back and a smile on his face, the man looked incredibly jolly and his smile was quickly spreading to N.

There were a few people already inside, namely Khan and Dale, which were having some sort of conversation behind the translucent, marbled glass of Khans private office, Guy was here too, though asleep with his legs propped up on the desk, Hal rolled his eyes.

“Kid has no respect…” The typically jolly drone mumbled under his breath, shaking his head and making his beard shake with the movement.

There were several other people there he didn't recognize, a couple drones waved at him, including a green eyed woman with glasses that seemed to beam at him, he waved back, happy to see friendly faces even if he didn't know them yet.

“Alright, here's your desk!” Hal stopped and gestured over to a desk to his right, two desks behind Guy, it was absent of any kind of decoration or tool, aside from a bronze plaque.

Elliot, S-D N.

He inwardly cringed at that, his “last name” carrying a lot of baggage that he truly didn't want tied to him, he didn't want to carry the name of those who hurt him, but now it was here, on his desk.

“Didn't know ya had a last name.” Hal pointed out, his hand combing through his beard as he looked between N and the nameplate.

“I-I don't. Just something I had to do for my daughter…” N explained, he tore his eyes away from it, and looked at Hal for whatever else he had to say.

“Well alright! You're gonna be shadowing me today, seeing as I'll be the one you'll mostly be working under.”

N was surprised at that, as far as he was aware, he was working under Khan.

Seeming to read his mind, Hal spoke up again. “Khan’s leader of the Engineering team, unless you know about hydraulics n’ math, you won't see him much.”

“I'm Chief of Police, Dale covers outside threats, through he's had a lot less to do lately…” Hal trailed off before shaking his head free of whatever thought was plaguing him.

“I'm sure if something serious came from outside he'd come get you, but for now, I'm taking ya.”

“Aye, aye captain.” N gave him a salute that had been programmed into him, Hal looked amused for a moment, before he chuckled.

“This ain't the military son, but I like your spirit.” There was a beep on Hal's visor and his florescent pink eyelights flickered to the side, his face falling slightly as he read through whatever report he'd been sent.

“Agh… not again.” He grumbled, looking unamused as he pinched his visor. N cocked his head.

“Is something wrong?”

“Just Old Mrs. Hopkins calling in another “break in”. No one's ever broken in, She's just paranoid n’ her memories going.”

“Still, we gotta check it out. Can't just ignore it. Stay here, let me go get my coat.”

Hal disappeared into a door in the back, inside one of the three private offices that was in the room, in another moment, he reappeared in a coat that was a little too small for him, opened completely to continue to show off the red shirt he normally wore. His badge was pinned near his collar.

“Come on, this should be an easy one.”

Next ->

[luciluck2046-md]

So uhhmmm

Can't wait for like three or four chapters soooo just let me say...

IF N AND UZI DO LOVE BITES, THE ONLY ONE WHO WILL STAY WITH MARKS IS N, BECAUSE HE CAN'T REGENERATE TO SOLVER HOST DRONE BITES. ONLY N WOULD HAVE TO HIDE THOSE. Unless... He wants to show them proudly... >:3

N's kind of a bitch alright? He isn't really the all innocent boy he looks like. He's just stupid and too emphatic. BUT HE'S NOT INNOCENT. I REPEAT, HE ISN'T THAT INNOCENT AS HE SEEMS LIKE.

Just all that :3

Serial Rizzignation N moment wtf.

Anyway this is a shit post- SO DO NOT GIVE IT THAT MANY REACTIONS. FOR FUCK'S SAKE.

[tofu83]

A mysterious white creature suddenly appeared in the police station.

All special force officers reacted immediately.

But the creature didn’t seem to be afraid and transformed into a humanoid shape, with its color remaining white.

The officers didn’t know how to handle the creature, but they found themselves unable to move. It seemed as though the creature had taken control of their bodies and invaded their minds.

"I am the commander of the advanced troops from Planet MetalEroNull, a.k.a. Planet MEN, Earth is declared to be our colony, you will surrender"

The chief officer wondered in his mind, "Troops? Where are they? Above us?"

"They are here. You are them. You have been enlisted. Your upgrade began 3 minutes ago."

The officers noticed their body armor had been converted into alien metal. ‘What th…’ was their last scream as humans.

"Hunter units online, waiting for orders."

"Hunt your ex-colleagues down, they are also enlisted, make them your brothers again!"

"It will comply!" They all replied in union.

Officer Nelson returned and found the situation to be very strange. There was no chatter, only numerous metallic clinks and hydraulic sounds.

He opened the door and was soon surrounded by alien robots.

"You are enlisted. You will be upgraded. You will submit."

The robots were powerful, but Nelson, the best cop in the squad, resisted. He nearly made it to the car and was about to drive away; however…

"Nelson, join me; we are always brothers." A familiar voice transported into his mind.

He immediately recognized that was his little brother in blood, Matt.

Suddenly, he knew he had no choice but to submit; it was the only way to take care of his brother, since Matt could not be converted back to human.

"I submit, please make me one of you."

The conversion procedure was not lengthy. Unit-NLSN001, once known as Nelson, became fully functional in just a few minutes. Yet, the pleasure of serving the higher intelligence alongside his brothers would last forever.

"This unit is programmed to hunt down all males within its visual range. Every male should be enlisted in the master’s invading troops. All humans are to serve their new master."

The commander, both pleased and satisfied, promoted Unit NLSN-001 to captain of the hunter squad.

They would first capture their former colleagues, followed by the criminals they were already familiar with, and then the citizens in their vicinity. All males would be converted, and additional types of robots would be manufactured.

Finally, a real alien robotic army would be created, and the Earth would welcome a new era as the colony of an alien master.

[rainestorm1019]

This was a school project, I edited the colors a bit but here :)

[polo-drone-001]

💛

There are a lot of different forms my bros of the Gold Army take. We’ve got superbros, guido studs, gold beast and more. Whether we’re badass bikers, juicy jocks, studs in suits, cocky Chavs or hot himbos, the gold army stands strong! Join the team bros!

[mbrainspaz]

“Okay you nasty motherf***er, I’m trying to help you”

- said in a pleasant tone by the person doing customer service work in the cubicle behind me

[clonerightsagenda]

CARPENTER: You’re good at what you do, I’m sure of that. You’re under contract, the same as anyone else. So when the rescue helicopter flies in tomorrow, your bosses, they’ll give you six weeks’ paid leave, you’ll get access to a very good psychiatrist… But after that… (Through gritted teeth) …will they let you stop? And if not, will you give up all that you’ve built to prevent this happening again? Will you flee into the hills and dodge their patrols, live off the lichen and the hares, abandon career and citizenship alike for the sake of putting an end to this life you’ve built? If they won’t let you, will you be the one who makes it stop?

Paige heard this Carpenter monologue spiritually and went yeah👍