#partyporsche

[spinning-the-classics]

Kissed!

65. Tease

The music thumped through their frames as Blaster moved over the spec ops mech, trailing his lips lightly along his, down his jaw, along his neck, never applying firmer pressure as the music brought their charge higher and higher, thrumming against internal components till they sparked with need and desire. 

"Mmm~ Just tell me if the dance gets ta be too much~"

[protectobotmedic]

party-porsche replied to your post:if Aid lived on earth how much you wanna bet that...

bet they all would be named afther wreckers

"aw, aid! this kitten is so cute! whats his name?"

"roadbuster"

"... oh"

[protectobotmedic]

party-porsche replied to your post “Imagine the Protectobots figuring out high-grade for the first time...”

Aid cludding Hotspot while Streetwise and Blades are trying to get Groove back on his pedes.

adfasdfklj;saf 

protectobot cuddle pile 

[rurounidrift]

(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

The Lost Light had been warned to expect chaos when they landed on Cybertron. Even so, Drift hadn't quite expected that the first thing to greet him when the door opened would be a black-and-white car coming in for a crash landing.

It took Drift a stunned moment to recover and sit up. "... Jazz?" He looked past Jazz at the scene outside: the enormous mech rampaging through the city. "Huh." He looked back at Jazz. "I'm acting field commander. What can you tell me about the situation?"

[spinning-the-classics]

Hey Blaster! Blaster, I got you a pillow!

Eeeeeee~

[its-never-sunny]

Here's a sweater for Bob so you two can match!

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...Frag you Jazz. And that ugly sweater to.

Bob wouldn't wear cheap ugly slag like that anyway.

[goodnight-iacon]

+party-porsche

Jazz, I presume?

[backgroundseeker-blog]

✔

I want to:

[] Cuddle.

[] Kiss.

[] Fuck.

[] Never talk.

[x] Talk more.

[x] Be friends. (Possibly?)

[] Kill you.

If we kissed:

[] Lol nope.

[] Fuck me please/let’s take this to the bedroom.

[x] Ewww. (Autobot cooties!)

[] Dream come true.

[] Kiss you back.

[] Smile and shrug.

[x] Awkward…

We are:

[] More than friends.

[x] Enemies. (Sorta… I guess?)

[] Lovers.

[] Bestfriends.

[] Friends.

[x] Acquaintances.

You bring me a flower. I…

[] Throw it away.

[] Stomp on it.

[] Hug you.

[] Kiss you.

[x] Thank you.

[x] Take it home and water it. (BECAUSE PLANTS)

I wish you would:

[] Fuck me.

[] Kiss me.

[] Leave me alone.

[x] Notice me/ talk to me. (More talk than notice)

[] Die.

[] Be my friend.

[] Hug me.

Should you reblog this?:

[x] Yes.

[] No.

[] I don’t care.

[] Yes I want to send you one.