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XXX musclehyde and flash vector ! >: 3
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XXX musclehyde and flash vector ! >: 3
Send in "XXX" and I'll generate an NSFT prompt for our muses!
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Glober is rubbing his jaw with one servo as the other rests on his hip. “You don’t look half bad with those new attachments, Flash Vector. They suit you.”
//hehehehehe >:3
Black cat ears perked up at Glober words, a sign of his inner thoughts wandering in a positive territory. They suit him? That's sweet~! Wait -- a moment, no! He must be teasing him!
The ears quickly pinned back and his tail swished side to side in irritation. "I didn't ask for them, nor do I expect them to stay, so don't get used to it." He'd disappear from view but it seemed the new parts made it difficult to focus.
@lemonspens replied: ( musclehyde is staring . . .
don't mind him scribbling
something in his notebook . )
--
Fluffy black ears perked up at the sound of a pen and Vector's helm snapped up towards Musclehyde. "Hmmpr?"
"I told you not to touch the spikes." He ex-vented deeply while facepalming. And this is why he didn't usually let others play with his blades.
@dragvnsovl replied: looks cozy.. Don't mind as Tater just.. lays down and curls up against him-
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Vector's unconsciously tugging her between his arm and pillow for a gentle cuddle while asleep. Mmh, warm~.
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Tater’s just staring at the racer. He seemed like he was drunk.. Could bots even get drunk?
Why's she staring? He stared right back. "The toes female...?" He slid on his skates, each skate going the opposite directions until he's accidentally doing the splits to get closer to her level. "I hope you ain't here to tease my brother, or i'll... remove your toes--" What in the deus is coming out of his vocals???
@dragvnsovl continued from xXx
Ah, Blastrain hit the nail on the helm with his words. Yes, he waited to do it for hours, he couldn't help it. His helm's filled with Blastrain, Blastrain, it's hard to even not to stare at him all the time.
A line of blush marks appeared upon Flash Vector's optics screen, his mask zapping Blastrain's mask back, first longer, the second quicker. Right after it, the Racer tightened his hug on the smaller bot and burrowed his helm into the edge of his neck cables and shoulder.
"Mmhh..." And yeah, he's gone and went invisible too, but more glitched due to the fluster.
@dragvnsovl asked: Perhaps Flash Vector hadn't been as unnoticed as he had thought when he woke from his dream. A pair of observant green optics watch as Blastrain tilts his helm. He was currently in his medium form as he sat up. He was a relatively light recharger, so the sound of Flash Vector's stirring had woken him.
With how he saw the speedster cupping over himself once he looked over, it was easy to assume just what kind of dream he had. "Are you alright, Vector?"
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Xxx
Distracted by his helm, coursing through the sticky dreams images, and trying to purge them, he failed to do the bare minimum; to watch his surroundings. The Racer wanted to fling himself off the berth and hide himself in the darkest of corners, but all his frame did; a light twitch and tightening of his legs.
Scrap scrap-- How long had Blastrain been there?! Had he heard him?! Seen him?! His inner self gripped his helm in panic. Think Think-- The first noise that escaped his intake; A husky gasp of shock, and a scoot towards the edge of the berth. Don't notice the sticky, don't notice the--
"I'm alright, just a bad dream." Good dream, it was so good, he literally overloaded untouched-- "You can go back to recharge, I'll clean the mess and--" THE MESS?! Why did he-- He ain't thinking straight, no, that's the issue, he's thinking too hard and it's slipping out.