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@viciousbite
Multimuse, Fandomless & Fandom OCs & Canon
Be Careful, there might be some that bite around here.
Focused on Original Characters, including Darkfang (Transformers OC) with Canon character madness on the side.
Promo pic by Berry
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⠀ ( bloodwing follows the other mech without haste . his steps are taken leisurely and with the help of that cane thumping against the ground . then the ship comes into view, causing him to hum at the sight of it . so something similar like shadow x or flash vector, is it . )
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⠀ ' then i'll be in your care . '
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⠀ ( he bends at the hip ever so slightly . a bow with his cane keeping himself upright . )
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The Bot's politeness brought a sense of delight in the Snake. He loved to see one with manners, even if Darkfang himself lacked them unless he's committed to a role to trick someone.
"I'll make sure you're well taken care of." Darkfang purred and walked up the ramp that lowered a second earlier. With a clawed servo, he motioned the bot to follow.
Once inside, the ramp closed behind them, as the Snake gracefully walked deeper into the ship. From first glance, the ship came out as neat, every object neatly placed on their correct spots and with small accessories here and there.
Luckily his weapon collection resided in another room, locked away from prying optics.
"You can sit here, while I gather up the bottles and cubes.~ And, let us not forget the snacks." He motioned to a seat next to a small round table, with another seat on the other side of it, before placing two empty cubes on it, and two empty cocktail glasses next to them.
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.
"As I intend to." Though, a thought did cross her mind. It was starting to feel a little unfair that she was getting so much attention without returning it. To rectify this, she lifted one of her own servos and gently cupped his cheek, tracing the claw of her thumb along the edge of his cheekguard.
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.
"Good, that's good." To both her words and to her touch. His digits had briefly paused and returned to the pets, with a full servo and a set of digits stroking along her helm and lower jaw. "I can feel that you know how to hold back those beautiful claws too. It's a good trait to have." He cooed with a flutter of wings.
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.
This must be his revenge for teasing his horns so...! But the Racer could tell, the heat within Musclehyde's optics, and the want when he looked at him. The similar want that Flash Vector radiated as he pushed his smaller frame closer to that delicious looking spike.
No faction symbol, but the mech's overall look kept the racer from relaxing. This did not seem like some civilian Neutral, after all.
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.
He was....curious....
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.
"And the name's Darkfang. How nice to meet you, Herbie." The Snake added. The golden finials by his audials wiggled with curiosity while his optics observed each shape of the mech's frame. His colors, like a total opposite to the snake, how entertaining. Spilled energon would look good on it--
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.
"All yours, Musclehyde...~" There's a shy edge to his vocals, as his optics gaze upon the larger bot, with his core hammering against his chassis.
First came the smell, then the sight of the Energon. It got the Sparkling drooling and almost falling into a trance. With the cyber-snake still in her servo, she moved towards the table, climbing the boxes, never taking her optics off the prize.
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.
The Sparkling only stopped to look at Moonstone and smile in thanks.
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.
"Good job for fueling so well. I'll make sure we have plenty in the future so you never have to go hungry again." He added with a smile and seated himself down to the other side of the table.
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..
Putting those thoughts aside, he focused on the racer and turned his helm to nuzzle and lightly zap at the side of the speedster's.
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.
His, all his, no matter how far, or how close.
(Repose) Send [FLOP] for your muse to flop onto my muse
(Darkfang) Send [CHEEK] for your muse to squish my muse's cheeks
Platonic Displays of Affection // ( Repose responded here )
Invasion of personal space from Darkfang. He hovered by Allen's side, servos restless as they pressed down onto his lap. A close and personal view of what the con had been doing by the table. The Snake had no clue, nor did he truly care of his personal hobbies or work. He's there to shove himself into his life like it or not.
Maybe Allen had enough, or then the temptation simply hovered there, but when Darkfang felt servos upon his cheek plates, his optics widened at him. Staring and raising his optic ridges, before a huff poured out of him and his glossa stuck out at Allen.
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⠀ ( 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 . )
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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.
All the build up, clean up, to leave with a happy note and here he was rubbing himself up and down the mech's frame, making a mess of himself.
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⠀ ( 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 . )
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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 think they fit you." He added.
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.
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⠀ ' 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 )
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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'd surely survive through the dilemma, even with... right, not only are humans and bots a danger, there's also wandering animals.
Rub, nuzzle, hug hug the Sniper Rifle. His love and joy.
The sharp look from Vector was almost heartwarming, since Bite knew it was all based on the mech's overprotective feelings for his brash sibling. So he hardly takes it seriously at all, along with any other personal animosity the speedy mech might have.
They both were for the humans. That's all the common allegiance they needed to have at this time.
"......what's a sharknado....?"
Comes the innocent question, Deep Bite tilting his helm in curiosity.
... 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.
"Had you in it, in a water tornado." He heard humans chuckle about it, apparently it's suppose to be funny? Ah, HE MESSED UP.
