NeonDesires.exe

[*smiles charmingly*]

From:Captain Novastar.

𓆩✦𓆪:That's wonderful to hear from you that your doing alright, and am doing alright so far a little bored and also also trying to find someone to be my valentine heh and so far it's a failure–

[*servo rubbing back of my helm and smiled sheepishly about failing to find someone to be my valentine*]

[pauses for a few second]

𓆩✦𓆪: huh say oh– ya sure??? I mean am loud and reckless and and more of very very energetic fembot and and I just got a big ego and also way too confident too–

Currently Robustus is seated in Swerve's little bar listening to Cyclonus belt out a karoake tune. The medic is sifting through the songs available trying to find something he knows well enough. Maybe he should ask the ex-Decepticon where he found his tune and go from there.

He walks in happy he finally free from hiding and healing,don't get him wrong he still has hook ups but not everyday like before it was hard to do.

Lusterflare see Robustus as he goes up to him. " Oh, Robustus, it's been so long! So I took your advice, well, Ratchet's too...I've been sober from everything, well, I still have hookups here and there, but I stopped doing that work and spying...and alcohol, I stopped...and well, I'm seeing Rung, I feel better...much better than before."

"Good ta know youse is finally coming around. Ya can start by groveling an sayin' how wrong youse was about my beard."

Are you interested in a very specific ship, but you don't know how to ask?

send a specific number for...

a pre-established ship between our muses, where they're already together

our muses canonically together and i wanted to ask if you were interested in writing with me

our muses aren't considering eachother as partners, but i'd like a slow burn

my muse has a crush on yours

my muse has a crush on yours, and i'm interested in a slow burn

our muses are considering a relationship, but don't know how to start

a soft, first relationship

"will-they-won't-they"

on-again-off-again

our muses are exes in good terms

our muses are exes in bad terms

our muses are exes, but mine is still in love with yours

our muses are exes, but mine is still obsessed with yours

a mutually toxic relationship

my muse is obsessed with yours

my muse is interested in yours, but only sexually

friends with benefits

exes with benefits

enemies with benefits

our muses hate eachother, but there's still Tension

childhood friends to lovers

childhood crushes who meet again after a long time

friends to lovers

enemies to lovers

lovers to enemies

a strictly sexual relationship

a sexual relationship that might lead to love

a sexual relationship where my muse is already in love with yours

a codependent relationship

an arranged marriage

a loveless marriage

married :)

divorced </3

a forbidden love

"How's about I give ya a knuckle sandwich?"

@heat-lines

They cleared their throat, leaning forward once more to rest their arms across his chest, chin resting on crossed forearms. "Now about that aftercare...what do you usually prefer? Snuggles and a bit of high grade? A good clean up?"

"Yeah? Maybe dats why he looks so borin'. I mean, he ain't got much goin' fer em aside from dat ugly pink. He needs somethin' new, y'know? Somethin' that'll catch attention!"

When the other bot pulled out the vial of shiny stuff, a snicker came from roddy. What did he think he was gonna do with that?

"Heh, Youse ain't gots da nerve!"

"I looked pretty before ya weirdo! Why'd youse do dat!?"

Oh no, no, no- he did not like this at all. He grit his denta as he tried harder to remove the pesky flakes but his efforts were only in vain, and to add insult to injury, more of it was promptly smeared on his chest plate. This really made him mad, and roddy would redirect his attention back to the other.

"Youse wants pretty? Well I'll show youse pretty, mech. Well see how pretty youse looks when I gets done with ya!"

He popped his knuckle joints as a glint shown in his optics. The other mech was about 8ft taller than he was, but roddy has fought more dangerous mechs in the past. If this other mech wanted to rile roddy up, then he definitely did it

Send in a prompt for a sexual starter. Specify muse/s for multis, and get creative where needed!

Activities:

phone sex

sex while multitasking (specify what activity)

sex to music (specify what song/genre, if desired)

casual sex

passionate sex

rough sex

angry sex

sleepy/lazy sex

drunk sex

sex on drugs

one-night-stand

friends with benefits

secret sex (specify where/why, if needed)

cheating sex (specify who's cheating/on whom)

Time:

late night sex

early morning sex

nooner/daytime sex

slow, drawn-out sex

quickie/rushed sex

sex after a battle/crisis (specify what, if needed)

sex after a fight/argument (specify what about, if needed)

sex after being apart

first time

one last time

Location:

bedroom sex

hotel sex

shower sex

car sex

outdoor sex (specify where)

semi-public sex (specify where)

public sex (specify where)

sex in the workplace (specify where)

sex at a club/party (specify where)

sex on a plane/other aircraft

Purpose:

sex out of loneliness

sex out of boredom

sex to keep warm

sex to try for a baby

celebratory sex (specify occasion)

sex as comfort

sex as a distraction (specify from what, if needed)

sex as a reward (specify reason, if needed)

Don’t stop, look me in the eyes and tell me exactly what you want to do to me next.

Keep your hands right there and don’t you dare move them until I say so.

Tell me how long you’ve been thinking about tearing my clothes off tonight.

Bite my neck harder - I want to feel it tomorrow when I try to hide the marks.

Slide your hand under my shirt and describe what you feel when your fingers brush my skin.

Whisper in my ear how wet / hard I already make you without even touching you yet.

Don’t pull out - stay inside me and tell me how good I feel wrapped around you.

Push me against the wall and kiss me like you’ve been starving for it all week.

Tell me the filthiest thought you’ve had about me since the last time we were alone.

Spread your legs wider - let me see exactly how much you’re aching for me.

Run your tongue along my throat and confess what you want to taste next.

Don’t be gentle tonight - I want bruises in the shape of your fingers.

Tell me where you want my mouth first - and don’t you dare be shy about it.

Grind against me slowly and describe every little sensation you’re feeling.

Pin my wrists above my head and tell me why you like having me helpless.

Slip your fingers inside me and count out loud how many it takes before I’m begging.

Kiss the inside of my thigh and tell me how long you’ve wanted to do exactly this.

Don’t let me come yet - edge me until I’m shaking and cursing your name.

Tell me how many times you’ve touched yourself thinking about this exact moment.

Pull my hair just hard enough that I gasp your name without meaning to.

Slide your thigh between my legs and make me ride it until I can’t form sentences.

Mark me somewhere no one else will see - make it yours for the week.

Tell me the dirtiest thing you want to hear me moan while you’re inside me.

Don’t stop kissing me there - I want your mouth until my thighs are trembling.