Bloody Creativity

Once the attention returned to beneath her jaw, she leaned into it with a tilt of her helm as her finials lightly twitched, still purring away as she soaked it in. Even though she was a strong and independent warrior, even she wasn't immune to being lonely at times.

Pupils shrunk in surprise and the rest of his green optics widened. Fleta Z didn't expect her to return the favor, and her servo felt so... so... comfortable. His optics softened and his helm drooped into her smaller servo, showing no fear towards her sharp claws, nor distaste to any scars on her servo.

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Again? Hahh? The nudge of Musclehyde's spike by his thigh plating made his valve calipers squeeze around nothing while producing more lubricant. So close, but not close enough, he wanted to feel it. More, more, Musclehyde, please...!

Flash Vector whined, with plating tensing and shuddering beneath him as he tugged by his pede to arch his back further. His valve shifting into the perfect of angles for that thick spike.

"Musclehyde..." He ex-vented heatedly. "I'm... I'm all yours." He pushed out more confidence in his vocals, with optics angled in a soft begging expression with a dim tone of pink mixed in. "I want your.. Mmh, you... inside." A minor doubt within him added an urge them, to beg more, the tempt the larger mech more to act.

All the same, he smirks lightly at the other's quip.

"Well, I'm Herbie. What's a friendly guy like you doing staring at me, then?~" He asks, tone both pointed yet mildly playful.

A grin tugged up Darkfang's derma and he rested a servo by his own hip. "Can't a mech stare at something that interests them?" He questioned back with a raised optic ridge.

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He'd never, hurt him, never--! Optics beg within the muffled kiss of words cut short, like servos squeeze Musclehyde reassuringly. To keep him close, non fearing. His own kiss came out like a sharp zap before the pulses calmed down into soft waves mixed with a whining moan.

"I want... all of you. I can take it, I promise-- you won't mmm. Won't hurt me-- I promise." Ah, woah, he's rambling, and rubbing his mask against his. Plus, that spike instantly snapped Vector's panels aside. His valve leaking lubricant down his thigh, while hungrily clenching around nothing. His spike, pressurized with speed against his abdominal plates.

A full course meal, spread out for the taking, as the Racer spread out his legs wider. One servo reaching to grab himself under the knee joint to tug it up in a way that caused his valve folds to spread wider apart for Musclehyde to see.

Energon smelt sweet, like sherbert. It was as if someone left a freshly baked pie on a windowsill.

Without giving it a second thought, the Sparkling nearly became a rabid animal, practically inhaling any Energon she could get her servos on. Table manners thrown completely out the window just to have something in her system. Soon, her face and digits were stained with Energon.

Starved, the poor little one had been starving. That's how Moonstone saw it as when she consumed the fuel and snacks with messy speed. For so small, she fit so much in her little tanks. Shocked at first, he'd completely forgotten about his cube as he watched her eat.

In time the surprise turned into a light-hearted chuckle as Moonstone reached out a servo to softly pat her on the helm. "Your table manners have some working to do, but with a hunger that big, it's understandable." He positively beamed and poured one third of his cube into hers before sipping his own energon.

Blastrain happily leans more against the larger mech as his optics slip shut, enjoying the embrace thoroughly as he sighs contently. Hearing that Vector enjoyed holding him in such a way had his core fluttering with love before he gave a small nod.

"I enjoy it, too. I never thought it would be so comfortable sitting in someone's lap, but I'm glad it's yours that I got to find out with." He hoped that he would be able to get more days off now that he had someone to properly spend any spare time with. He just hoped that it would be easy to obtain with how in high demand his services are. Many people wanted to the novelty of traveling by train inside a robot, after all..

Flash Vector's optics softened, and his frame calmed down deeper into a relaxed state due to Blastrain's words. He enjoyed it too and he learned about it thanks to him... Ah, such joy, the Racer's in near happy tears inside his helm.

"You've done this to me too, and I enjoyed it as well..." He admitted softly and nuzzled Blastrain back with a small smile tugging at his optics. He didn't know which he loved more, holding the Train's little frame, or to be held by his bigger one. They both had their good enjoyable benefits.

"So, if you ever want me to pick you up and..." He paused and lifted his helm enough to make optic contact with him. "...be held, I'll happily do it for you." With the words spoken, Flash Vector pressed a soft kiss in the center of the mech's smaller one while holding his frame with tight tenderness.

⠀ ( such encouraging words are making a string of charge trickle down his frame deliciously as he's feeling the other mech grind against him . he can't revved up once more after they had just cleaned up . . . )

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⠀ ' vector . . . ~ '

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⠀ ( his designation comes out of his vocalizer with a soft rumble . practically a groan that left more to the mind . )

Since when had he become such a filthy and horny bot? It's not long since they... they did it, and more, and he's craving more. Like an insatiable bot. He blamed non else than himself for it, for being starved of affection of... this.

So it's no wonder, that when Musclehyde rumbles out his name, it causes his interface array to throb in tandem and the racer's engines let out an audible rev.

"Mm--hh. I'm sorry, it's just you're so hot and close and your growls are doing things to me and --" The ramble comes out so fast and impulsively, it's barely coherent, as the nervousness rattled at the edge of his processors.

⠀ ( he can't help but be startled momentarily when flash vector disappeared, only to reappear, clinging onto his back . ahh, so close .ᐟ )

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⠀ ( musclehyde cannot help but chuckle shortly after . even if he was startled, he can't be surprised for long . not with the feeling of flash vector on him . )

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⠀ ' you're right . i haven't worn them before -- at least . . . not for a * long time . '

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⠀ ( now that is a story he does not mind sharing . )

A long time? Then what made him want to wear them again, if he hadn't put them on since the times of Machina? A soft ex-vent poured out from the Racer in thought, as optics trailed over the rings. How they connected, and over the color. Well taken care of pair, they reminded him of humans with their habit to wear jewelry on the sides of their heads.

"Why is that? Do they get in the way somehow?" Questions of curiosity as his servo raised the slightest so the rings pressed their weight upon his long digits. Not too heavy, so that must not the be reason for not to wear them.

I genuinely hate doing this, and it really feels like its all I've ever been doing recently, but I really don't know what else to do at the moment and I'm honestly terrified. I was not prepared for this situation in the slightest.

I'm in desperate need of help. A whole lot is due to be paid, but my primary concern is rent, being at $1,095. Everything else I can easily pay for at a later date without too much concern.

The explanation is long, so I'll type it out under the Read More, but I could use all the help I can get to raise this in such short notice.

Paypal, Chime, Venmo, Cashapp.. Anything is appreciated.

⠀ ' AHH yea -- noo . . . don't leave me alone . . . '

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⠀ ( that's too scary for a wee mega trucker .ᐟ he'd probably get snatched and go missing .ᐟ )

Fleta Z reassuringly patted Mega Trucker's back plates. "I won't leave you alone, Mega Trucker." An added verbal assurance.

Teamwork, a new concept for the bird to get used to, but Jun and the rest had proven the positives of it.

They both were for the humans. That's all the common allegiance they needed to have at this time.

"......what's a sharknado....?"

... Thank you impulsive vocals, due to his urge to fight any bot that dared to insult his brother. "Read it in the papers... The one your little humans made up." There's a little hesitation in his vocals and then a huff.

⠀ ( * want him .ᐣ .ᐟ that has his engines revving at an audible volume . maybe a little too loud . he can't help it when he's getting excited again with vector's actions and words .ᐟ )

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⠀ ( musclehyde was leaning in once more . however he does not return to flash vector's neck . he's letting his forehelm press against flash vector's . optics narrowing after being widened from the shock of those not so simple words . )

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⠀ ' * how .ᐣ '

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⠀ ( he questions in a low growl . his large servos moving from flash vector's helm to now rest onto the berth . effectively caging the smaller mech once more . )

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⠀ ' how do you want * me .ᐣ . '

The toys, a passing thought, nearly scattered off the berth. Flash Vector's full focus aimed at the mech hovering above him. How? How did he want him? Ahh, deeper than the desires of his frame? He didn't know, the feeling, it's new, uncertain, bubbling deep within his core.

In that moment, he knew what his frame wanted, how beneath his abdominal plates, a tingle coursed down into his inner workings with each low growl. He couldn't help but lust for him. To chase the feeling of carnal connection, the want to feel him against him. Inside him, On him.

A soft whine poured out of his vocals, at himself, as his hips press snug against Musclehyde's abdominal plates in a way that made it easy to roll his modesty plate against him. "I want to feel you... inside--..." He hesitates briefly, with an optic glitching stutter as servos tug on those horns to connect their masks against one another.