aggressive calm.

❝Loyalty is but a flower in the winds of fear and temptation.❞ inde. tyran. drift rp blog #haikubot written by bicobooty

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howdy there! sorry for the sudden disappearance... but i have good news! i will be returning in the near future, but i will be making a totally new blog - so this one will be archived. thank you all for your patience!

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obscenely domestic starter sentences

❝ Stop man-handling the ice cream! ❞ ❝ Change the channel and I’ll kill you. ❞ ❝ You actual shit, you started without me!? ❞ ❝ Since I’m up, by default I will get your _____. ❞ ❝ Did you just throw a sock ball at me!? ❞ ❝ How about this, how about you fight the rest of the cereal by yourself and I’ll courageously make pancakes for those of us who want a little warmth in our mornings. ❞ ❝ Whiskey is a breakfast staple, anyone who says otherwise is fucking lying. ❞ ❝ My underwear are now bright pink because of you, thank you very much. ❞ ❝ Can you stop kicking me? ❞ ❝ I don’t go shopping I get and retrieve. I have a narrow focus, unlike some people. ❞ ❝ Did you walk the dog? ❞ ❝ You, me, PJ’s, pizza, bed. The PJ’s are optional. ❞ ❝ Only you could make the idea of beating up already dead meat sound attractive. ❞ ❝ I can feel you staring at me, why don’t you just come in? ❞ ❝ Good news; we have internet again! ❞ ❝ I don’t want to file taxes, why don’t you be the adult? ❞ ❝ You snuggling me over an open flame is an invitation for my nipples to disappear. ❞ ❝ I know you’re scared of my mother but contemplating arson isn’t the way to fix this. ❞ ❝ I installed a stripper pole while you were gone because it made me think of you. ❞ ❝ All I was doing was helping the barista learn to spell my name properly. The song and dance should NOT have gotten you that embarrassed. ❞ ❝ How about we just never mention this again? ❞ ❝ Have you seen my earrings/necklace/rings? ❞  ❝ You are literally the child we both want/neither of us want. ❞ ❝ Did you call the doctor about that? ❞ ❝ Let me pop it, just let me pop it, nothing bad will happen, I swear! ❞ ❝ You almost left me at the gas station! ❞ ❝ Alright look! Next time you want to barbecue with the hair dryer, just make sure I’m home! ❞ ❝ I didn’t think the sink had this much water inside of it. ❞ ❝ Don’t be mad, but _____. ❞

Bonus for multi-lingual situations: ❝ Can you translate the news for me? None of this makes sense. ❞ ❝ What is the word for this? *points at ____* I keep wanting to say ‘printer’ but I feel that is wrong. ❞ ❝ Next time she calls you a ____ you just reply with _____. ❞ ❝ I’m sorry but my pronunciation must sound really bad to you. ❞ ❝ Shit! The government doesn’t have my alphabet, put this in a way I understand! ❞ ❝ Can you finger spell that for me, I’m not quite up to that level yet. ❞ ❝ That was said so horribly wrong but you sounded very cute while trying. A for effort. ❞

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★ where it all began...

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✖ || He looks up at the knock, not knowing what he expected. Who would even knock? It was a shared space.        Then he processes just who is knocking, and he understands. He watches as Drift approaches, and smiles inwardly at the gentle, if not awkward manner of the mech. When he sits beside him, Hound barely manages to stop his engine from revving ever so slightly at the touch - though his EM field betrays just how pleased he is by this. “Just thinkin’,” he hums, the cygar held familiarly between his digits on his right servo. “’M thinkin’ I kinda understand why mediation is so important ta ya. Normally I hate bein’ alone with my thoughts but sometimes…it’s kinda peaceful.”          He shrugs, and turns to look at Drift, meeting his gaze full on. He can sense the shyness of the other mech, and they’re close enough to kiss, but he’s not so sure he wants to. What if Drift wasn’t in need of that now? What if before was just a spur of the moment thing?          Whatever kind of cease fire they had now, between them two, had begun in that night in the canyon. Facing near certain death, loitering so close to their enemies and the battle that would inevitably ensue, would it be worth it to undo all of that for a kiss?

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      The triple changer chuckles at the commando’s words, showing more of smile around this mech more than anyone else. It was surprising, but Drift was pleased… his spark felt right being around Hound. But… was that alright? Maybe Hound felt the same? Drift highly doubted that, but he is hoping.

      “Meditation helps me focus a lot more, it was taught to me a very long time ago. It helps with my temper, as you’ve seen before.” The Bladesmaster explained, reaching his servo upward so that his slim digits could remove a piece of debris from the commando’s beard. “This place makes you even dirtier. Apparently, this is a church… how odd to see it abandoned. But the humans are odd to begin with.”

      There was a bit of an awkward silence from Drift, he didn’t exactly know how to bring up the subject on wanting to go back to where they were on that night in the canyon, but being the semi-awkward triple changer that he was, he sort of flounders in his thoughts and tries to think of something to say. Something that wouldn’t make him sound… needy? Clingy? He doesn’t know how to describe it.

      “I… don’t stop thinking about you, in my meditation sessions, that is.” Oh, that came out, didn’t it? “I – I mean… its… hard to keep focus when we promised one another that we would… return to what happened before…”

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✖ || Hound doesn’t hide the growl of frustration as he lets his helm fall back against the canyon wall. Sighing, he pulls his hand back from between the triple changer’s thighs, unable to help himself from brushing his digits along the heated mech’s codpiece and inner thighs. “Yeah. Later, then,” he mumbles, before reaching up to radio his own reply back to Prime. “See ya in a click, boss.”       It doesn’t escape his notice that Drift had almost replied for the both of them, and as he watched Drift walk away, he tried to pretend that his arms didn’t feel empty now.

      The next morning they started on the drive to Chicago. Which, had they not had humans with them, they probably could have cleared faster than they did. But the need for them to refuel and do whatever it is they did in bathrooms slowed the progress. By the time they reached whatever small sanctuary they could find - an abandoned house of worship, by Hound’s guess - it became all about espionage. His alt mode prohibited him from going out much, and blending in, especially when they were so close to KSI headquarters. But one could only clean weapons so often before he began to get a little stir crazy.        It’s a quiet night. Cade had gone with Crosshairs to do more surveillance inside KSI, in and around the compound after hours. Bee, Tessa, and Shane were out, pilfering more food and clothing and whatever else it was that humans needed to survive. Prime, as was more and more frequent, spent time by himself, somewhere that wasn’t the church.        He doesn’t know where Drift is.        He tries not to question why he wants to know what Drift is doing.        The mech had haunted his thoughts. Not in the usual way, the way he had when he had first joined. The thoughts of betrayal and backstabbing - literally - had kept the Oshkosh up at night, but that wasn’t this, not now. Now it was the feeling of Drift in his arms, wondering what would have happened if Prime hadn’t called them all back at that moment - wondering what could have been if Drift’s panel had opened and Hound had been able to feel what lay hidden between his thighs.          If only.          They’d skirted around the issue between the two of them, not bringing it up on their road trip up here, neither having another quiet moment to themselves. Idly, Hound wonders if Drift would even ask to go up for it again. It hadn’t escaped the Oshkosh’s notice how much time Drift spent with Crosshairs, giving the both of them ample opportunity to…well, whatever. What Drift did with his time was his own thing.           He shouldn’t care. He doesn’t care…right?           Annoyed with himself, and everything else, he reaches up and gently pushes the window open by his helm. Exhaling the cygar smoke outside, he cracks his neck, enjoying the release between the joints. Seated against the wall of the cathedral, he settled in to enjoy his night in solitude.

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      No, Drift had not forgotten Hound – how could he? That night in the canyon stayed in the triple changer’s processor every time that he felt lonely and in need of some form stress. He remembers the feeling of those large servos on his frame, how it was so big compared to his smaller size. The feeling of those very digits brushing against his inner sighs and warm codpiece. It got Drift daydreaming during meditation, and that’s what gets him frustrated the most.

      He hates that they had no time alone, he hates that he can only give Hound a small, unnoticeable smile every time they look at one another, to try and give the Oshkosh some hope of another time. But he was never good at promises, but he’ll be damned if this one goes stale all because of different schedules.

      So he skips out on doing anything that day.

      He goes into the church, making his presence known by gently knocking against one of the cathedral’s pillars. The triple changer approaches to the commando with a small playfulness in his steps.

      “Have something on your processor?” He says, getting close enough to the commando to gently press a servo against the mech’s arm. He seems flustered… was it even possible for Drift to be shy?

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       // when optimus prime approves of his children getting cockblocked

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★ where it all began...

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✖ || The feeling of digits in his beard draws a hushed groan of pleasure from the commando, and he makes sure to keep Drift fully against him. Having another frame this close to him in a peaceful context was strange for Hound - it hadn’t happened in quite some time. Part of him wishes that he could trust Drift enough to take off the front pack, so he could feel more of his servos on him, but that part was quickly squished.      This was a one time thing, simple. Nothing worth revealing anything for.      Hound runs his digits along the small of Drift’s back, tracing his way up higher to his rotary blades. He doesn’t touch them, only teases at the mount on Drift’s back, his glossa intermingling with Drift’s as they kissed. To go any further, he wasn’t sure about. But this, as it was? He didn’t mind.

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      Who knew that such large servos could feel so good against sensitive plating? It almost made Drift mewl in delight from the sensation, his rotary gear was not as reactive to touch as the blades, but it was enough to make his frame shiver. But, Drift couldn't help but softly moan into their kiss, a small, sweet sound that even aroused himself.

      Drift gathers one of Hound's servos and brings that digits against his codpiece, wanting to feel them between his legs, to feel how warm he--

      There was a disruptive ring between their comm.-links.

      "Autobots; it is time to discuss a plan for the morning cycle."

      The Bladesmaster starts back, sitting upright on top of the commando, he is both frustrated and shaking in denied pleasure, but he cleared his vocalizer and speaks calmly into the comm.-link.

      "Hai! We -- I will be on my way. Drift, out." The triple changer turns off his comm.-link, internally frustrated at the disturbance of what could've happened. With a sigh, he finally looks down at Hound and now feeling flustered at their predicament.

      "I... I suppose we can try this again later?"

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✖ || The commando did not expect this sudden change in Drift’s demeanor. Despite the hot and cold temperament of the mech in their short conversation here, he didn’t think it would ever swing in this direction. Looking at the seated mech, much closer than he’d been before - save when attempting to attack, that is - Hound finds a small part of himself completely sidetracked by Drift’s multihued optics.        To put the tension behind them? He’d really like that. It’s tiring being so angry all the time, a fact which he rarely admitted to himself, much less anyone else. But what exactly was Drift looking for? A quick frag? Here, exposed under so much - and with humans and the rest of their team literally right behind them?         Hound looks over his shoulder briefly, and upon seeing no one really paying attention - it seemed that Bumblebee and the humans had gone into recharge, but he wasn’t sure about Crosshairs and Optimus - he faces Drift once again. The emotions bared on the triple changer’s face were unexpected, but very much welcomed, and he paused in his reply.        Kiss him.        The little voice within his helm urged him towards a path of action he didn’t know if he wanted to take, but his natural impulsivity wore out - he leaned down and kissed him, his servo grabbing onto Drift’s hips. He just prays this doesn’t backfire. 

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      The sudden embrace was shocking, to say the least, but it wasn’t and unwelcomed one. It takes time for Drift to adjust, and it certainly has been awhile, he was clumsy in his servos, and his lips slightly trembled by the contact of the rougher lips on his own smoother ones.

      His digits glide curiously over the unfamiliar surface of Hound’s chassis, feeling the bruised metal and scratched paint, the morn out designs of a Cybertronian that was more than just an Oshkosh in disguise. It is a wonder on how Drift didn’t figure this all out sooner.

      The Bladesmaster would soon change his position, now moving himself to straddle the commando’s much larger frame. His servos finally go up to grab against Hound’s beard, smaller digits curling against the stringy-metal, and holds there as the samurai mech pressed more into the kiss.

      A small rev of an engine comes from the Bugatti.

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✖ || Hound doesn’t know what to do with this recent change of events. Does he encourage this? Not encourage it? It’s not exactly like he’s making Drift do it, and age old rules about consent and power dynamics ended when Cybertron became more of a dream than a memory, but he still feels….off about this whole thing. Drift is a teammate, and one he has a rocky foundation with, at best. Could he even complicate the dynamic like this? And why was he even entertaining the idea?        “No, no, you do yer thin’. Everyone’s got something.” Which is true, but few involved bending over in front of him that made desires he thought he had long outgrown come surging back to the surface. He didn’t know how much longer he’d continue this, but as he sized Drift up, he finds the smirk staying.         “As fer yer design, that’s somethin’ ya can’t control, but it still makes fer a mighty nice show. Yer hot when yer fightin’.” Whoops.

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      Did Drift hear those words correctly? Because it sounded like Hound was complimenting his physique while he was in combat. Of course, the entire time that Hound was fighting, he had already gone into his usual stretches, manly ones that involved his legs and arms – perhaps he could do a split before he was done, but perhaps that would be too much for the Oshkosh could handle? Either way, the golden, scarred plating of the samurai mech’s face was warm and darkened due to how flustered he truly was.

      Thank Primus Hound couldn’t see it while he’s faced away like this.

      “You do? How… interesting.” Drift damned the small crack¬ in his voice when he finally responded, his rotary blades giving off a small twitch every now and then when he’s popped a few tense knots. The triple changer is floundering on his own thoughts, not exactly sure on what to do… or even say. So he stops his routine, totally forgetting the split he could’ve showed off.

      “Ok, screw it,” the blademaster finally erupts, though, not in a negative way. He turns around to face the commando once more, his faceplate showing his embarrassment. “Can we just… put our tension behind us?” He goes over to the other mech, plopping very close besides him. “I understand that you very much hate me because of who I am – but frag me – this tension has gotten us this far, and I just want to have fun. At least for tonight… if you’re up for it.”

       The expression on his face is still very much stern, but it held a hint of something close to need and want.

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✖ || “It’s not my fault I like getting up close and personal,” he quips back, side-eyeing Drift. “And perhaps I “slowed down” because my top speed is only 95 mph, or because I didn’t want to run you over? Believe me, I got all the eyeful I needed when ya went after Bee. Ya do know ya bend over a lot when ya fight, right?” But there’s a flirty smirk there too.

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       There was a roll of Drift’s optics, “I was just picking up my sword. Unless you’re commenting on my fighting stance? I have a curved back strut, that cannot be helped.” His gaze goes back to Hound’s obvious smirk, and with a pout of the swordsmech lip-plates he gets up from where he was sitting and dusts himself off with a servo.

       “Apologies, I need to do my nightly routine.” Drift says, his back facing the commando, his helm turned to show his knowing, playful smirk. He then stretches out his arms, his rotary blades slightly twitch from the feeling. He then goes to bend down, servos reaching to the floor, his . He was in --- as the human’s called it --- the “Standing Forward Bend”. It was astonishing how well the samurai mech could bend, especially when Drift’s faceplate was visible upside down between the view of his legs.

       “I hope you don’t mind.” That tone was very subtle.

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☄☽ ★

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☄   If there was a safe-word, what would it be?

       Tsukamimasu, or stop.

☽   Going down or staying up?

       Drift had quite the versatility for a small mech, even after a good frag.

★   Threesome or an orgy?

       Both to be honest, but… the more the merrier is what makes it much more fun. Though, he would rather have smaller partners for that… smaller than Hound, for sure, but not excluding him.

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❀✿ψ♠♥ Ω♡

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❀   One thing they’re dying to try.

       Drift is dying to try weapon sex —- yes, it means he wants to actually get fragged by a gun, being held by Hound. Yes, it should be unloaded, and yes, even simply rubbing up against a very hot gun will get this sexual samurai going.

✿   In the morning or when night falls?

       Any time, really. But Drift does enjoy a light show at night.

ψ    Roleplay? If so, what exactly?

       To be honest; I’ll roleplay just about anything sexual (besides the usual no-no’s). Drift wouldn’t mind either. If only tentacles could get involved.

♠    Dirty little secrets

       Drift has many dirty little secrets, like that one time he’s stuffed himself full of toys — he was actually proud of himself for that one. Oh, and that one time Hound and Drift had fragged on the control console on the stolen portion of Lockdown’s ship. That was fun… and that totally happened. In his dreams.

♥   Number of sexual partners

       Drift’s had a number amount of sexual partners, most of them being Decepticons. He couldn’t really name them, though… since he was pretty much overcharged most of the time. Drift is quite happy with where he is now, of course. Hound is like a combination of five mechs in one round… and he knows how to deal with five mechs in one time.       Roleplay wise, there’s only been like… four? The only one being Hound now.

Ω   Best time ever

       The best Drift’s ever had is when he was able to take Hound’s entire spike for the first time. He was very much proud of himself, and a mess at the same time.

♡   What they do after sex

       He usually has to drain now-a-days. Yes, Hound, I’m look at you.

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✖ || “Not this stuff, no. I’ve already tossed the heavier stuff off back there,” he replies, nodding back towards the fire. At Drift’s comment, he just smirks an shrugs a little bit, before putting his cygar back in his mouth. “And if that were true? What would that change, hmm?”         He knows what Drift’s game is, and he’s willing to play along. Besides…what could this possibly change? It had been a while since he’d had someone to speak with in this way anyway.         Primus he hoped he wasn’t out of practice.

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       “Ah, well, at least you’re more comfortable.” Drift responds before giving Hound a raised optical ridge. He then changes his posture, his legs loose on the ground, and his frame facing to the commando’s direction. “That would explain some things, especially your little touching problem.” He comments about what happened in their little tiff, and to be honest, Drift hadn’t liked it at first... but...        “And you did slow down behind me. Were you enjoy the view? My aft can be a little distracting.”

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[NSFW] put a name in my inbox and my muse will answer:

How interested they are in having sex with them: How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them:  If they would rather bottom or top them: How good they think they would be: If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them: If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love:  If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick: If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen:

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✖ || “See my point in sitting?” he asks, looking over at the swordsmech. “I’m carryin’ a lotta stuff. Plus I don’t mind dirt, I picked this alt mode fer off roadin’ purposes. At the cost of speed though, which I don’t see ya givin’ up any time soon, even if yer a triple changer,” he lightly teases back. There’s a smile playing at his mouth, and he decides to let it show. He takes Drift’s corrections in stride, not hesitating over them. He always messed up humans, who put so much energy into gender vs. sex. Finding that out via the internet had been a confusing rollercoaster in itself.

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        “You could just...let go of the weight? You always throw it off anyway.” Though, that was just a suggestion, one upon a time Drift used to wear more armor than this, but that was before Earth and getting accustomed to it. Hound’s comment also makes him snort in amusement. “I like being fast, especially if I’m one of the most expensive cars in this planet. And since you’ve noticed, I see you agree with my appearance.” Oops, that was a flirt.

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Violent and Dark Starters

"Did you think this was going to be some happily ever after fairy tale?"

"Take one more step and I'm going to shoot!"

"Sometimes I wonder why I'm even here."

"You're not going to leave me. Ever."

"I prefer doing my killing up close and personal."

"I'm sorry, they didn't make it."

"I am going to watch you bleed."

"Just say the word and they're dead."

"I just don't care anymore."

"Why don't you just leave?"

"I'm sorry. Don't hurt me."

"We're going to be together forever."

"Pain is the only thing I'm familiar with."

"If you're going to do it, DO IT!"

"Get on your knees and beg."

"This whole world needs to be cleansed."

"I have spilled blood and tasted it upon my lips."

"Kill them. Kill them all. Make them suffer."

"You're never getting out of here. You are going to stay here until you no longer draw breath."

"I take trophies from all my kills."

"There's nothing like the sound of pained wails."

"What makes you think you're ever going to live to see another sunrise?"

"My, aren't you pretty? I think I'll add you to my collection."

"If you think I'm going to be easy, you have another thing coming."

"I am not some object to be bought and sold!"

"Sod off, you sick fucker!"

"Has anyone told you you have amazing eyes?"

"Mine. You're all mine."

"If you're good, maybe I'll let you out for a while."

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✖ || “The femme is whiny, ‘nd the sire is panicky. But I understand the panic, bein’ thrown into somethin’ yer not prepared for. Even if his kind brought it on themselves,” Hound murmurs. He sits with his legs stretched out before him, leaning back on one servo, the other taking the cygar from his mouth so he could exhale the sweet smoke.       “What about you, what do ya think of ‘em?” he asks, looking over at Drift with both optic ridges raised. “Aside from the coward, that is.”

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       “Hm... well, the female’s name is Tessa, I know that much, and she is what spawned from the male, Cade. So, they’re related... I’m guessing she is whining because she was brought into something she never wanted to be a part of. Which is understandable.” Drift responds, his optics wandering off as he spoke, only to look over to a very --- at least seemingly --- comfortable Hound.

       “I cannot stand the dust here... but you seems all too comfortable. I can barely see your point.” Now the swordsmech was playfully teasing the Oshkosh.