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[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.

[captainhysunstuff]

L's eagerness is cute. Light's teasing is... also cute?

[smittenskitten]

Excuse you sir!

[sgtcalhouns]

can we talk for a second about felix and tamora sexting because I have…thoughts. I feel like it’s not something she was ever super into because why would you text when you could go have the real thing. but knowing how bad felix is at dirty talk and just generally talking about sex I can imagine her deciding that actually she loves sexting and she will be initiating. often. because there’s a whole nother layer of goodness in getting to imagine how flustered he is by receiving those types of messages and trying to come up with a response. and he hates it because if he tries to type out what he’s actually thinking, he immediately loses his gumption when he sees the words on the screen because he could never actually say that!!! and if she sprinkles in some pics??? it’s over for him

[sunshinerotting]

hey don’t cry… spirit halloween banner hanging on the white house in your lifetime, ok ?

[leolovesthings]

everybody's talking about the peach and eggplant costumes from the horny dlc, but what about THIS

[privateshowxoxo]

Excuse me but my body deserves to be worshipped <3

[nuzzle-me]

Hey.

Dry hump .

[galehowl]

I have so many older and newer fan projects I literally have NO time to work on and it makes me really sad that most I can do is just think about them lol

I want to go back to telling my WoL's story, there's a Star Wars story I worked on an off on set in the Clone Wars era called Starfall, a Digimon fan story Aurora, and wanting to retell a story about my characters in WoW, set in the past expansions and in a more expanded world, just to name a few

[sanctos]

wilhelmina does not do one night stands or hookups ( mostly bc they don't get it and are too shy and introverted to know how people even Get to that point , they Would though , ) and is quite easy to scandalize and fluster but by god if ur sleeping with them i hope u have a lot of stamina bc being a borderline immortal person who has slept with someone Once sure does make u pent up :) also they live to please.

wulfgang is literally made of magic. need i say more. he's going to put his magic to good use to ramp things up and also his eyes glow when its particularly good. flashlight ( insert well-fitting typo here ) mode.

demetrius is never submissive and never bottoms. this is a lie he will tell you. he has and will it just has to quite literally be wrestled out of him , which is the part he likes. if you want him to be submissive you have to make him :)

[kiigan]

💭 to learn what Itachi Tsukuyomi thinks of you @lordsecondsenju

ㅤ«Heavens above! Tobirama is to this one like a piece of those same heavens. A home found in this mortal world, so extraordinarily. A piece of my heart that has been forever claimed, forever taken in hands that care for it so graciously, so fiercely. One who lights my fire in ways very few ever did before, gods and men alike, makes me yearn for his touch and daydream about his hands all over me. In me, as well. Ideally, on me and in me.

ㅤSuch a vehemently stubborn man, just as much! A true dragon and a will like tempered steel, that even dearest Susanoo might have difficulty to break. This one's heart aches for the unkindness he's been given during years when he ought to have been loved and treasured and kept safe. May that Butsuma never have a peaceful night of rest again till his pitiful mortal days come to an end, and then endure a very heavy karma in his next life. As much as I absolutely admire him for it, for having come out of it still possessing a kind heart that seeks no malice and is ever ready to offer aid to those in need. Very noble, as well, and very chivalrous. Endearingly so! One time, he saw my naked chest and his sweet soul nearly floated out of the body right there and then.

ㅤAnd have I mentioned how very handsome he is? It's night unfair on my delicate heart! How is one to stand before such gorgeous features, such body sculpted as though a statue itself, and walk away untouched? I find myself ever on the verge of wanting to give that man the climax of his life and then properly cherish him and ensure he is taking care of himself. It's making me need to fan myself just by imagining it, ah.

ㅤTobirama is my diamond in the rough, he is. My magnificent dragon. My dark star, my scorched sun, my singularity! black holes happen to be very talented at sucking He holds and hides so much care behind that stoic facade of his, and I count myself blessed to spend a portion of my immortal days by his side, basking in everything he is.»

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smol bonus note for Evil King verse:

ㅤBy the sun and the stars and every world created, I am going to fist-fight this outrageous, lousy mortal in the middle of this gods-forsaken corridor.

[sonderwrit]

amazing rafayel counter bullied me

…should’ve seen it coming tbh

[stab-at-me]

I need someone to make a modern lesbian cowgirl romance book STAT

[ultravioart]

Not to be wilding on main but I figured out how to apply Ramattra's synth effects to voice lines his VA has done for Fable 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS TOO MUCH POWER LMAFO?????

[catominor]

the rabbithole this post about a pornographic sumerian poem is beginning to lead me down....

[nuzzle-me]

I had the most wicked dream that I was grinding against my giant pink bunny plushie and wetly stupidly begging to cum… It was only a dream alas