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I was ͘p̀ro͝mi͟s̴ȩd͢ ̵h̵u̕m̵a͟n̸ ͜inte͝l̷lig̀en̕ce͝,̢ ̢i̵ş th͏ere͞ su̴c͏h̡ a͟ ̧th̕i͡n̢g̴?͜ Tracking: hookedhunter

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//Anyone have a personal?//

Need more peeps to follow

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// 

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☣ aurum-goldenfemme ☣

With long strides he explored the area around him, paying little attention to the scattered parts around. He had picked up on a signal, and intended to follow it. Whether it contained any bounty mattered little; he was rather curious about this one...

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☣ bathedinfire ☣

Sand, sand, and more sand. That was all that filled his field of vision. He hated the stuff, it got in his joints and ground against the hunter's sleek parts. It did not slow him down, but only served to irritate him. Grunting as he tried to move quicker, Lockdown followed the signals he was tracking.

[hookedhunter-blog]

☣ transforming-pixie-sticks ☣

The sleek form of the Lamborghini Aventador made its way through the less populated area of the town, snorting in amusement whenever humans turned. They acted as if they had never seen a high class sports car before. He may have been a bounty hunter, but Lockdown preferred to ride in style. His alt mode deserved no less.

There was a signal nearby, and he intended to locate it.

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SEND ME A FETISH AND I'LL RATE IT

fetish: go away | no | rather not | I dunno | I guess | sure | yes | FUCK yes | oh god you don’t even know | right here, right now

[arielpax]

His display had certainly caught her full and undivided attention. The iridescent glow of the bioluminescents curved and rolled with every step he took. His movement were slow, exaggerated, he wanted her to see all that he had to offer, and she was not disappointed. She managed to control herself from leaping at him, begging him to take her - but only barely. The languid and erotic movements of his joints, rolling slowly as he moved all but made her come completely undone, thus causing her to shift slightly, moving her weight from one pede to another.

He already had so much power over her, but seeing the devilish grin, the burning desire in his optics made her want to tease him, play with him.... Then he spoke again, the hot air like a gentle kiss over her circuitry, it was getting harder to restrain herself.

Her patience was wearing thin, it took ever last ounce of self control to not run her servos into every crevice of his armour, kiss every last inch of his frame, make known to him who he was dealing with. He wanted a peek under the hood? Then she would all but willingly show herself to him.

"Why don’t you see for yourself?~"

She breathed, inching herself as close as was physically possible without their frames touching. Her lips grazed his as she spoke, hovering momentarily; waiting for him to claim his prize. The thrill of the chase deserved a just reward, all he needed to do was take it.

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It was like someone had electrocuted his neural net, sensors flaring outward as well as his field. That was the femme's only warning, energy engulfing her before the physical came into play. With a low growl his servos seized her hips, pulling Ariel flush against his frame. Smoldering green locked onto her face plating, and then was replaced by his lip plating. It was a bruising kiss, rough and fueled by desire.

He eagerly examined his prize with both servos and glossa, mapping her plating out one inch at a time. One servo cupped the back of her neck as his glossa traced itself across her lower lip plating, begging for permission. The other servo was palming her aft roughly, but not too much. He did not want to scare her off by giving into his own primal desires. Which were most certainly ready to go.

Normally his prizes had to be subdued in order to reach this level of intimacy, but she had come willingly. That was one of the features that made her stand out, and he would gladly take his prize to remember. But she was more than she seemed, so the most the bounty hunter would do was leave her with the memory. And not just in her processor~

Tipping her helm a little so he could get better access to her oral cavity, Lockdown let out a rumble, holding her even tighter against his frame. He wanted to feel and know every inch of this sneaky siren that caught his favor so. Just thinking about what lay within made him heat up immediately, high powered engine growling on its own. The vibrations rattled throughout his torso, and into his pink companion.

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☣ A Knight's Tale ☣

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How he had somehow picked out one of the three most sensitive spots on her body, the femme may never know. But he had and whatever sliver of defiance she had, dissipated. Her instincts quickly replaced the former emotions. When she felt his glossa run over a particular set of wiring, she shivered and let out a small whimper.

When she felt the heat emanating from him, her own frame responded in kind, blooming warmth pouring down to her lower region. The femmes servos balled into tight fist from growing frustration, since she could no longer freely move them. 

"You’re…cruel…" She breathed out, doing her best to keep her voice steady. It won’t matter soon, her vocabulary will shorten to a handful of words by the time Lockdown was through. 

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Inclining his helm to brush his lip plating over her audio, he let out a breathy chuckle and stroked her pliant hip. The bounty hunter's grin was practically slag-eating as he mercilessly teased her hip plating, dipping in under her armor and hooking it with the edges of his talons.

"Y̛e̕s..͢.and y̷oư ͏lo̡ve it,͝ my͞ b͢e̡a̧utįf̨ul St͟el͠la͘."

He got right back to business after that loving whisper, trapping the wiring of her neck in his denta. The bounty hunter was careful not to puncture it with his fangs, but he was certainly going to leave a noticeable mark. Alternating between sucking and nibbling, he was intent on slowly driving her over the edge. Only then would he give her what he wanted.

The bounty hunter was careful to avoid the area that was most heated, instead placing his servo on her lower middle. He could feel the heat from her insides, pressing in and petting the armor above.

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Mi͞s̵s͠ m͏e̴?

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"Since when did Decepticons mean annoying Bounty Hunters that won’t leave me alone?!" She growled. "No, I didn’t miss you in the slightest!"

[hookedhunter-blog]

-smoochie noises-

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"Why are all these Decepticons showing up at my door?!”

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Mi͞s̵s͠ m͏e̴?

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[primeofcybertron]

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[arielpax]

She could feel his presence surrounding her, vining for her cooperation, followed by his words of want; how they echoed through her audio receptors... she was already halfway to ecstasy, and he had barely even touched her. His smooth and fluid movements, the rolling of his hips, coaxing and taunting her to give in, to all but surrender to his will...

He had a terrifying grace about him, his entity purely forged of primal instincts. A hunter. Tenacious, meticulous.... patient; a quality she never had nor ever would possess. Another growl, another surge of want coursed through her circuitry causing her mouth to drop just enough for a soft sound to escape.

"Mmmm...."

The feeling of his hooded optics watching her, studying her, produced within her a desperation, a craving she had never known before. The spark had been lit, and a slow fire began to rise within her. She wouldn't let him take control so easily, she was stronger than that... she had more to offer.

Was it fear, or courage that compelled her? She would never know for sure. Tilting her helm slowly her optics held his watchful gaze. The intricate lockings and interconnectivity of transformation had once been used as a method of luring a potential suitor, like a strip tease for a human... though the war had turned the act into a purely utilitarian protocol... but sometimes, if done correctly, the ancient art could ignite a flame within even the hardest of mechs.

"I'm not shy..."

She purred, disarming the canons slowly, hoping that would catch his attention - amongst other things. Her optics flashed, watching for the reaction, adding a suggestive lower lip bite with a coy grin for extra measure. If she was going to do this, she would have her fun as well.

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He seemed to stop in his tracks, helm inclined with barely restrained interest. Usually he was the one who would move first, not the other. Lockdown preferred to be in control, but was flexible if his partner was interested in the position. So to speak. And in front of him was a little beauty turned vixen. He could see it in her optics, a challenge and mix of excitement and barely there restraint.

When their gazes met she really had his attention, and he shuffled a little closer with curiosity. Was that a transformation sequence he heard? Yes, please. Those were the sounds he liked hearing. Lockdown peered at her frame with interest, relaxing when the cannons powered down. Oh you little vixen. He met her grin with a smirk of his own, steps heavy as he came closer into her space.

"M̨y ͝pre̡y̷ ̷is̕ ̛qu̕itę ́d̡ar̡in̢g,̷ ͏is ̧śh̨e ͘no͟t͞? ̸S̡o͠me̷t͘h̶i̸n͠g̷ I̢ ͏wel͞ćǫme҉, ̨as ͢yo͢u҉r̕ ͡spar̀k̡ s̴h̵o͏ws ͏li͠t͡t͜l͠e̕ w̢e͞akne҉s̛s.̧ Wh͠at̸ ̨ęl̢sè do̶ yo͏u̸ ̀hide?͝~̛"

She was certainly stroking his flame, among other things. His armor was becoming uncomfortably tight, but he would not jump such a willing partner. It had been long since he had a mutual interest that did not fear him to a point of submission. As much as he loved domination over the weak, Lockdown had smaller and lesser known tastes. Such as a challenge, which Ariel quickly presented.

Rumbling to catch her attention, he began the circle once again. This time he was within touching range, but did not follow his desires. His own plating flared out, making the hunter seem even more imposing to the smaller femme. Leaning in, he deftly released a vent of hot air against her audio, lip plating daring to brush it before pulling away. He swiveled, giving the other a look at his exposed spinal array. It glinted like iridescent scales, a deep blue accenting his grey frame.

He was showing off, and the slagger knew it. She was making herself more attractive to the optic, so why not return the favor? They were both getting their assets on the table, soon to be more ways than one. 

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☣ A Knight's Tale ☣

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"Nnn-" Her vocals were cut off, when he planted his lip plating over her own. It was a strange sensation, one she never felt before. 

The femme squirmed under him, but they were feeble attempts of defiance. His frame didn’t give her much room to move anyway. One servo did shoot up to push up on his chest plate, but it ended up resting there instead. Her processor started to filter out rationality and logic, due to the raw amount energy surrounding her and the way his digits trailed up her side.

She jerked her helm once more, breaking out of his grasp and ending whatever he was doing to her. “…Stop…” Stella’s voice tried to come off as commanding and willful, but instead sounded more like a soft whimper. 

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Letting out a deep chuckle, Lockdown was elated that she was giving in so easily. Such a pretty little thing underneath him, and he was quite lucky to have caught her. The universe had beat the mech around since his creation, and here he was with one of its greatest warriors wriggling under him in pleasure. And they had just started.

His frame likely felt hot above Stella, giving off the charge that had been built up for so long. The patience that ran with it was running thin as well, but he tried to be civil with her. Her squirming both irritated and turned the hunter on, but that former could easily be reformed. He did so by seizing her servos in his iron grip, and then clasping them within the cuffs above his berth.

Shaking his helm down at her, the bounty hunter paid attention to her neck plating, lavishing the wiring there as if it were energon sticks. Growling as he tasted her, his servos moved to cup her aft and hip, just barely denting the armor there. She was his, and he would make it known.

[arielpax]

The strangely enticing words caught her off-guard, though she did nothing to show it. His voice lingered in her audio receptors, that rough, sensual growl that made her knee joints nearly buckle. No, she had to be strong, she couldn't give in so easily... though her inner yearnings begged of her to. She subtly looked over his form again, admiring the back side far longer than would be deemed appropriate, until he faced her.

She swallowed hard. Oh Primus... She knew where this was going, he had that look in his optics, the same look they always had when a suitor stared at her. A look of lust. Still her canons stayed locked on him, unknowing what to do. Shoot? Don't shoot? "If you retaliate..." Another shiver, her optics flashed as she spoke with a cracking vocoder.

"And what exactly did you have in mind?" She breathed, a hint of nervousness weaving through her words.

Ariel knew full-well what was on his processors, she had been debating a similar course of action. He was terrifying, no doubt about that, but there was also a part of her that wanted to explore... her spark pulsated faster and faster as her optics met his cool gaze. A predator eyeing its prey.

It was clear to her now, she had to submit if she wanted to survive.

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"That i̵s ̨o͡p͠en to ́y̕ou̧. I͡ ̕a̕m n̕o҉t ̶goi͠n͝g t͢o͞ pin̕ ̀y͜oư ̷agai̡n͟st͞ y̷o̴ur w̛i̡l̶l͟,̛ ra̧v̴ishi҉ng ͏yo͠u͝ ҉ag̵a̕i̷n҉s̡t tḩé ͝tre̸es̛ ͜whére a͝ll͟ c̛àn se͘e.̷ ͞U̴nl͢éss yo͘u ̸w҉işh t̶h͝a͞t,̕ I̢ ́w͜ould҉ be͜ ̶more҉ ̧tha̵n ̵h̛app͡y͜ ͜t͟o͢ òbli̕g͜e.̕"

Now that was probably going to catch her attention. He was not joking either. A deep smirk covered his face plating, slinking forward into her space. He paid no attention to the guns, merely allowing his field to brush against hers. Barely pent up lust. Excitement. And quite a good deal of cheeky glee at effecting her so.

There was quite a good deal of things going on in his processor, digits twitching as he itched to wrap them around that thick waist of hers. Femmes were a bit of a delicacy to the bounty hunter, as it was interesting to see how much of a fight they put up for such a small breed. And this one would not disappoint.

He began slowly circling her, hips rolling in their sockets as smoothly as a seeker flew. Lockdown was built for speed and agility, and he would make it known to those who caught his optic. Little Ariel was most certainly what he wanted.

She seemed to like the growls he let out, so he allowed more to leave his chest as he eyed her aft and back without shame. Anything to wear at that falling resolve of hers.

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☣ A Knight's Tale ☣

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Stella did indeed fall backwards onto the berth. The Enegon cube, now forgotten, fell to the floor and spilled out it’s contents. She nearly jerked in her spot when Lockdown practically straddled her to the berth.

Every metallic fiber of her being screamed defiance, while another part that had been dormant wanted to continue. The resonance her most primal desires was there, nudging her in the back of her processor.

Give in…. Submit… Relinquish yourself…..

"I’m…not your prize…or anyone else’s…" She managed to say through clenched denta. The Knight turned her helm to the side, trying hard not to look at his emerald optics. She was not going to let him win. She can’t.

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He paid no heed to the fallen cube, instead on the Knight below him. Lockdown saw the war being fought in her processor, something he had seen multiple times within the optics of his prizes. Not that he chose to interface with all of his prey. Merely the ones that caught his fancy, and Stella was the object of those desires. Whispering low in her audio, he purposefully let out a growl.

"Su͠ch̶ ͠a̴ f͘i͡re̴ withi̸n ͞y̡o͢u̵,̧ ̸K͢nig͡ht ̨o̷f̀ ͢t̶he̸ ͢St͘ar̀s.҉ ͟On҉e̸ t́hat̨ ̕I ͢shall͡ b̸r҉e͜a̧k͝.̡”

The bounty hunter easily covered her frame with his, one servo coming to grip her wide hips. His other turned her chin to look him straight in those optics, full of lust. All focused on her. Asserting his dominance over her never seemed so sweet.

Lockdown chose that moment to slant his lip plating over hers, mimicking the human gesture humans found to initiate affection. Personally it did not matter to him, but the new exposure might teach her a thing or two. The servo on her hip traveled along her side, teasing wires and the edges that made her armor.