In My Space~

moronicseeker? sounds familiar *smirk* slagpost/memes/Warp worship blog for one Warp's Sky aka Sky rp status: Warp only

[free-my-mindd]

I’m very selective and picky about who I allow in my space. I don’t mix and mingle with everybody.

[perfectfeelings]

In case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you.

Virginia Woolf (via perfectfeelings)

[thoughtkick]

Meeting you was like listening to a song for the first time and knowing it would be my favorite.

Unknown (via thoughtkick)

[geryone]

Alive at the End of the World, Saeed Jones

[thoughtkick]

“Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.”

— Unknown

[onedirtysoldier]

... bonus points if they make you want to live.

[perfectfeelings]

“I wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other’s wounds; they repair the broken skin.”

— Lauren Oliver, Pandemonium

[onedirtysoldier]

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*smirk*

[thoughtkick]

“Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light.”

— Helen Keller

[flirtingwithdisaster]

Dat Aft. Unf~

This one~? *wiggles in Sky's direction*

[onedirtysoldier]

"I-it's the only one I c-care to look at." He grins, optics glowing as he playfully smacks Warp's aft.

[flirtingwithdisaster]

“Only one I’ll let you touch, too.” Warp winks before wiggling his aft again from the playful slap. “Such a… quick touch, you leave me wanting more~” he purrs playfully.

[onedirtysoldier]

Sky’s optics flared, possessiveness/lust/adoration filled his side of the bond in acknowledgement that he was the only one to touch Warp as this. “Mine~” his voice was edged with a low growl as he grinned broadly enough at his mate’s playful tone to flash a hint of fang. “W-wouldn’t want to leave you... wanting, Slagger.” His right comes down again to press against Warp’s aft while his left hand reaches out to try to grasp one of Warp’s wings.

[flirtingwithdisaster]

“Yours~” Warp leaned closer to his mate, to his one and only, drinking down those emotions down the bond greedily and returning love/need/happiness. He rolled his hips backward to press into the hand on his aft and flicked his wing into Sky’s other hand eagerly, always up for wingplay. “You never leave me… wanting, Slagger~” he purred, crimson optics glowing as they flirted.

[onedirtysoldier]

The corners of Sky's lips curved upwards as he moved closer to his mate, his right hand moving more to Warp's hip to make room for the front of his frame to go up against the back of the darker Seeker's frame. His hand catches Warp's wing close to the tip, digits securing his hold on the delicate metal as his thumb brushes along flight sensors at the wing tip. He too drank down the emotion from Warp in their live bond enjoying the loopback they shared. He rolled his hips forward into Warp's aft as he lowered his helm to bring his lips to brush against the neck cabling at the back of Warp's helm, glossa sliding out for a taste.

[flirtingwithdisaster]

Warp leans backward into the long line of heat that was Sky’s frame at his back. He shutters his optics, wing trembling at the stimulation to flight sensors, vents hitching at the sensations on top of the emotions down the bond. He reaches backward to rest his hands in Sky’s hips, pressing his aft into that roll of hips. “Slagger~” he purrs as he tilts his helm giving access to neck cables, a small gasp coming from him at the sensation of glossa on his neck. Pressing his wing back into Sky’s hand and rolling his hips backward, he wordlessly asks for moar.

[onedirtysoldier]

A rumble escapes from Sky's frame as he feels Warp lean back against him, his hand tightens on Warp's hip as he shifts his frame against the darker Seeker drinking down the sensation of plating grating against plating, of Warp's backstruts rubbing against his cockpit glass. Sky moves his helm to lap again at the back of Warp's neck enjoying the taste of mate before shifting his mouth to grate his denta the neck cabling teasingly. He releases his grip from Warp's wing to run his hand along the delicate surface, drawing patterns only he knows as he sets off every flight sensor in his path. His right arm comes around Warp's frame and tightens around his waist as Sky leans forward to embrace his Striker thoroughly taking in the sensations of having his mate in his arms.

[flirtingwithdisaster]

Warp’s vents hitch at the scrap of dents, engines revving encouragingly, thoughts of the fangs his mate had rising his internal temperature. He leans back further into Sky’s embrace, not letting go his grip on hips but shifting his weight and trusting Sky to hold him while he had his optics shuttered. A low moan comes from him as his mate’s hand strokes down his wing, the sensations shooting through his sensornet, the quirk of sensors having those sensations go straight to behind his panel. Inventing deeply, he breathes in the scent and feel of mate surrounding him, of his other half. “Slagger~” he murmurs, lips curving up into a smile, “you planning on doing more with your mouth than just… teasing~?”

[onedirtysoldier]

"I-its fun to tease," Sky murmurs against Warp's neck cabling, hot vents brushing against the moistened material. He shifts enough to make sure he can support Warp fully in his arm while still playing with flight sensors in his wing. His cooling fans kick on to a low thrum in direct response to the sounds Warp makes, from the desire that pools into the bond from both sides. "A-are you sure this is where you want my mouth, Slagger?" A hint of a growl tinges Sky's voice before he opens his mouth wider to sink his denta into Warp's neck.

[flirtingwithdisaster]

Warp’s cooling fans spin up in response to both Sky’s fans and to the touches on his wing making his processor spin. His wing presses back into skilled digits, tremors of pleasure going through the thin metal almost continuously, his hips rolling unconsciously as Sky hits a particularly sensitive node of sensors. “Not the only place I want—“ the rest of his words are swallowed by a long, low moan as Sky’s denta sink into his neckcables, and his head tilts to the side to give Sky better access to his neck while his hands cling to Sky’s hips, holding on to brace himself on shaky legs from the sensations. “Slagger…” comes out on a low exvent, love/lust/desire flowing down their bond.

[onedirtysoldier]

Honey gold optics shutter to near slits as he again repeats the action with his hand along the node of flight sensors on Warp's wing that had the Striker rubbing his aft against his panel. The rumble of his engines continue he can't seem to stop making the please sound from his mate's reactions to him. Reluctantly, Sky pulls his mouth away from Warp's frame glossa taking a lazy swipe at the bite spot his arms wrapping around the black and royal purple frame before initiating his jump drive, pale light engulfing both of them and fading away with them both arriving in their berthroom at the suite. Sky turns Warp to face him and gives a small half-smirk before pushing him to sit at the edge of their berth, Sky following behind to land a knee on one side before mouth finding Warp's in a heated kiss.

[stay-close]

“We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.”

— Unknown

[flirtingwithdisaster]

I love you. Forever and always, no matter what. I’m yours and you’re mine. Until the stars burn out in the sky, Slagger.

[thoughtkick]

“There was something about him that made me want to abandon all caution.”

— Wendy Higgins, Sweet Evil

[heavyrain-dc]

“You are worth finding. Worth knowing. Worth loving. You and all your one million layers. Always hold that close.”

— Danielle Doby

[thoughtkick]

“Go and love someone exactly as they are. And then watch them transform into the greatest, truest version of themselves.”

— Wes Angelozzi

[onedirtysoldier]

@purringseeker

Same, Warp. I... you wouldn't let me go. Forever and always, beloved.

[onedirtysoldier]

I love you, I love you, I love you.

You're who I want. All I want. All I need.

Keeping you. Mine.

And I'm yours, Slagger, only yours.

Too late to run.

[flirtingwithdisaster]

Dat Aft. Unf~

This one~? *wiggles in Sky's direction*

[onedirtysoldier]

"I-it's the only one I c-care to look at." He grins, optics glowing as he playfully smacks Warp's aft.

[flirtingwithdisaster]

“Only one I’ll let you touch, too.” Warp winks before wiggling his aft again from the playful slap. “Such a… quick touch, you leave me wanting more~” he purrs playfully.

[onedirtysoldier]

Sky’s optics flared, possessiveness/lust/adoration filled his side of the bond in acknowledgement that he was the only one to touch Warp as this. “Mine~” his voice was edged with a low growl as he grinned broadly enough at his mate’s playful tone to flash a hint of fang. “W-wouldn’t want to leave you... wanting, Slagger.” His right comes down again to press against Warp’s aft while his left hand reaches out to try to grasp one of Warp’s wings.

[flirtingwithdisaster]

“Yours~” Warp leaned closer to his mate, to his one and only, drinking down those emotions down the bond greedily and returning love/need/happiness. He rolled his hips backward to press into the hand on his aft and flicked his wing into Sky’s other hand eagerly, always up for wingplay. “You never leave me… wanting, Slagger~” he purred, crimson optics glowing as they flirted.

[onedirtysoldier]

The corners of Sky's lips curved upwards as he moved closer to his mate, his right hand moving more to Warp's hip to make room for the front of his frame to go up against the back of the darker Seeker's frame. His hand catches Warp's wing close to the tip, digits securing his hold on the delicate metal as his thumb brushes along flight sensors at the wing tip. He too drank down the emotion from Warp in their live bond enjoying the loopback they shared. He rolled his hips forward into Warp's aft as he lowered his helm to bring his lips to brush against the neck cabling at the back of Warp's helm, glossa sliding out for a taste.

[flirtingwithdisaster]

Warp leans backward into the long line of heat that was Sky’s frame at his back. He shutters his optics, wing trembling at the stimulation to flight sensors, vents hitching at the sensations on top of the emotions down the bond. He reaches backward to rest his hands in Sky’s hips, pressing his aft into that roll of hips. “Slagger~” he purrs as he tilts his helm giving access to neck cables, a small gasp coming from him at the sensation of glossa on his neck. Pressing his wing back into Sky’s hand and rolling his hips backward, he wordlessly asks for moar.

[onedirtysoldier]

A rumble escapes from Sky's frame as he feels Warp lean back against him, his hand tightens on Warp's hip as he shifts his frame against the darker Seeker drinking down the sensation of plating grating against plating, of Warp's backstruts rubbing against his cockpit glass. Sky moves his helm to lap again at the back of Warp's neck enjoying the taste of mate before shifting his mouth to grate his denta the neck cabling teasingly. He releases his grip from Warp's wing to run his hand along the delicate surface, drawing patterns only he knows as he sets off every flight sensor in his path. His right arm comes around Warp's frame and tightens around his waist as Sky leans forward to embrace his Striker thoroughly taking in the sensations of having his mate in his arms.

[flirtingwithdisaster]

Warp’s vents hitch at the scrap of dents, engines revving encouragingly, thoughts of the fangs his mate had rising his internal temperature. He leans back further into Sky’s embrace, not letting go his grip on hips but shifting his weight and trusting Sky to hold him while he had his optics shuttered. A low moan comes from him as his mate’s hand strokes down his wing, the sensations shooting through his sensornet, the quirk of sensors having those sensations go straight to behind his panel. Inventing deeply, he breathes in the scent and feel of mate surrounding him, of his other half. “Slagger~” he murmurs, lips curving up into a smile, “you planning on doing more with your mouth than just… teasing~?”

[onedirtysoldier]

"I-its fun to tease," Sky murmurs against Warp's neck cabling, hot vents brushing against the moistened material. He shifts enough to make sure he can support Warp fully in his arm while still playing with flight sensors in his wing. His cooling fans kick on to a low thrum in direct response to the sounds Warp makes, from the desire that pools into the bond from both sides. "A-are you sure this is where you want my mouth, Slagger?" A hint of a growl tinges Sky's voice before he opens his mouth wider to sink his denta into Warp's neck.