Bloody Creativity

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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.

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Flash Vector Alternative Universes

Personal Assassin Vector ("Dark" Vector)

A story similar to it's original, but with a twist of loss and anger.

Life got a lot better once he met Spark Bit, his new, little brother. Someone who quickly became the most dear bot in his life, a fresh sight to true friendship, and a familial bond. He'd do everything for him, he'd lay his life for him, his everything, to protect him.

But he failed…

The conflict between Wild and Metal cardbots took him from him. He'd been too slow. His little brother, pierced, infected, screaming, hurting, changing. Too much happened in the battle field, too many bots, mixed together. His face hurt, clawed, torn open, by his little brother's claws, then gone. Fallen.

Spark Bit fell, pushed, down a cliff, a deep gap, a long fall. Silence, stillness. No, he cannot be dead, he can't…! The racer, dragged away by servos, to stop him from jumping in. Spark Bit's dead, if not by the fall, then by the virus. The virus, it kills, it kills everybot. Dangerous, horrible, Wild Virus.

The rest blurrs, angry, hurting, numbness. Work, no longer working, and when working, too impulsive, can't control. His last straw of good, gone, so why care?

A Star Guardian steps into the picture, drags him to work for him. Flame Nova. But why? A secret, a spy, and assassin, one to do his dirty work, to help, right? It got his mind off things, to work for him, in shadows. He's good at that.

Betrayal, not against him, but Deus Machina. Flash Vector didn't care for it, he knew there's something more than fancy hero titles to the big bot. He helped him get closer to it, but what now? Flame Nova's imprisoned, nothing to do.

He waited… The planet's dying, a chance, to escape. He wanted to help more, but a way to an escape pod's enough.

They meet again on Earth… And perhaps, some things will come to light, things, he never wants to learn, to see…

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Worked/Works for Flame Nova, as his personal assassin / spy

Carries three claw marks across the side of his helm as a memory from what he'd lost. Scars made by Spark Bit.

Less hesitation to injure, to kill, if asked to.

Dislike, bordering on hatred towards Wilds.

[alpha113nredshirteradicon]

Maybe if he just locked himself in his room he'd be safe.

That means he has to give himself more distance between himself and the feral snek.

He boosts his jets. He can see his room in the distance.

Now, carefully so he doesn't smash hard enough into anything to explode, he reverses his thrusters to slow to a near hault, transforms, presses the keypad to get into his room, and the door closes behind him.

Just one thing, one of his precious pillows gets stuck between the doors. The door is shut, but his pillow is only half safe, therefore not safe at all!

Allen is now tugging on his pillow to get it all the way back home.

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Allen disappeared from view, no, no, he must not lose his prey! Darkfang's clawed pedes dragged through a corner, and another and there! A door, and a squishy soft pillow!

Victory in sight, the Snake dashed towards the door and pounced forward. Must have, delicious, squishy!

Face first, he dived into the door, fangs snapping down at the pillow, to latch on and if succeeded, tug and pull. Until either, he steals it, or breaks it in the process.

[coetusmachina]

When it came to Spark Bit, he was as sure as anything that Flash Vector couldn't lie to save his life. And besides, did the other racer forget he could've just cloaked to hide instead of shoving himself into the closet with him?! Sure, it was a choice based off panic, but it was still a choice!

"I would've been just fine in here on my own! You didn't need to follow me in here!" His own whispers were shot back at the F1 racer, his vents hitching for a moment as he felt Vector's thigh tap against his cod piece. On one servo, he really hoped that Spark hadn't just heard that, but on the other...

W-Why was he so close? Why was his core racing?? His voice caught in his throat as he stared back at the other bot. Did he just squeak?

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A moment of silence settled inside the 'closet', the racer venting heavily to try and ease his beating core. He'd made a noise, too loud for comfort, for Blitz to hear and-- There's a clatter behind the doors, of a servo rattling the handle. Flash Vector froze solid against Red Blitz, with optics locked on the door. Don't come in...!

The rattling stopped and a quiet mutter came from behind it; 'Huh? It's locked, must not be there then.' Spark Bit, close, dangerously close to an embarrassing sight. But wait... It's locked? He didn't lock it...

Internal panic ensued while outwardly he kept a calm face, but avoided optics contact with the pair of green.

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Fleta's valve was so hot and wet and delightfully snug. He wanted to just melt right into it. He couldn't stop his hips even if he tried with how they seemed to have a mind of their own at this point. It was starting to get hard to keep his movements in such a way that would let him rub against Fleta's node as well.

To fix this little problem, he slipped a hand between it and himself before starting to palm and lightly squeeze at it. But even that was hard to keep his focus for when his mind felt like it was completely blank, especially as that digit went deeper inside. He was getting so close to the edge and seeing the jet in such a state because of him only pushed him further towards it.

"F-Fleta.. Fleta! Close.. Closecloseclose! G-Gonna.. Ahh!!"

His warning was interrupted as his climax crashed over him, making his eyes roll back as his hips stuttered before shoving firmly against the bot's valve. His cock twitched as it released spurt after spurt of thick cum inside while his whole body trembled, his walls clenching repeatedly around the digit inside. Maybe some day, it'll be him getting filled by the bird like this..

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The light squeeze by his node brought out a whimper from the jet. The spot, like a ticking timebomb to his overload, waiting to unravel. Pleasurable overstimulation, again and again. He'd be ashamed to be used like Edo's personal frag toy, if he didn't enjoy it so much. Who cares about humans being much smaller, when they brought such delight with their warmth and enthusiasm.

"Do-Do it, Eh-Edo..! I, almost-- too...!" Charge crackled at the edges, engines straining, heated. His frame, hot, steaming, his anterior node, swollen, hot, burning--! The sight, of Edo falling apart between his legs, snug against his valve, a tingle of heat filling the bird. He came, inside him...! The sight, and sensations pushed Fleta Z off the edge.

His valve clenched tightly around Edo's cock, like a wave, milking each drop out of him. Fleta Z's digit sank in deeper than ever before, remaining there, lightly trembling, due to the shaking of the rest of his frame. The bot's twitching, moaning, transfluid reserves emptying over himself, with a splatter of lubricant soaking Edo's thighs and the berth beneath them.

Hot, with tears of pleasure at the corners of his optics, he remained there, connected with Edo, with his free digits petting along his body in soothing manner. "I loved that, hahh... So much.~"

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"Aye, I take good care of treasure so rest assured." He hesitated a moment before lifting a servo to brush his crooked knuckle against Fleta's cheek before rubbing it under his jaw in an affectionate manner. It felt.. odd being so open towards someone that wasn't on his crew, but not unpleasant.

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A brief confusion flashed within Fleta Z's optics at the touch, before he relaxed into it, optics shutting in the process. "I believe that.~" A soft purr rumbled from his frame, a sign of enjoyment to the rubs. His chin lifting to bare its underside properly to his knuckles.

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He knows that fragger is fast. Time to jet it! It's not allowed to jet in the corridors, but he has pillows to protect!

They all get bunched up in his cockpit as he transforms and blasts his aft down the hall, avoiding others as he speeds along.

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Unlike Allen, Darkfang didn't care for crashing and pouncing over other con's, leaving behind angry cons. Must, get, the squishy plushies...! Or is he hunting for Allen by this point? Didn't matter, he's pouncing through walls chasing the jet, like it's a game.

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"Nonono!" He sees those dilated optics. He backs up slowly.

Not his super squishy pillows!

He turns and starts running.

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Wiggle goes the aft and then he's sprinting right after Allen. Time for a chasing exercise around the ship with a beastformer running after him on all fours.

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@alpha113nredshirteradicon replied: *holds his squishmallows close, horrified*

Licks his derma at the sight of the squishmallows. New murder victims??? Looks perfect to rip and tear.

[dragvnsovl]

His engine started a soft purr as he leaned into the touch to his helm, optics remaining shut while he finally allowed himself to accept the softness from the other bird. It felt.. good. To be touched without intend of harm or worry of betrayal. Even if they were rivals, he knew that Fleta Z would never do something so underhanded.

He gave a light huff at the comment, almost shyly returning the bump of forehelms while his arms briefly tightened around the smaller mech before loosening to let him adjust. "You were rather still the whole time.." Which in times that Griffon did rouse from his own recharge almost worried him until he caught the other's ventilations and the steady thrum of his core.

At feeling the Hunter moving more, he finally opened his optics before rolling them, finding the request redundant when Fleta was already adjusting himself before it could be answered. But now that they were facing each other, it was harder to ignore how warm his faceplate felt and how bright the blush marks on his optic screen were. After a moment or two, he returned his arms around the smaller mech with another small huff.

"Comfortable now?"

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Good, the pain hadn't made him restless and he'd shown the better sides of his recharging self. With a soft ex-vent Fleta Z scooted closer, lifting his frame enough to avoid squishing his own wings. The wings gave a small flutter before folding and Fleta Z's helm rested against Night Griffon's upper arm plating.

Green optics observed the blush marked ones, enjoying the cute shape and look of them. He wanted to tease him so badly, call him cute, ask if he's ever cuddled a mech before. If he's the first one to be here... "Hmm?" A soft hum, as if thoughts wandered away briefly, before his processors connected the mech's words. "Yes, more comfortable this way."

Fleta Z's arms gently wrapped around the bigger bird, to hold him back, and to cuddle close to his frame with a tired purr. He missed this, closeness, softness, warmth. Yes, it came from a bad situation, and he should be mad at him, but how can he be mad at that face?

"It barely hurts now, the wound." He softly spoke and gently petted at his back plating. "I can tell, you could have sank it in deeper if you wanted to... but you didn't." That's how it felt at least.

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Going feral on some pillows and there's pillow innards scattered around the whole hab suite.

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The growl from the Snake nearly scared him; it was so deep and feral, but it vibrated under him, tickling his valve.

With no warning, the Snake trapped him with his claws, pinning Allen to his frame and finally plunged that needy spike into Allen's valve.

Allen's helm shot up, and he moaned loudly. "Hmmpphff.. nahhh-ahh-ahhh..." he bit his bottom lip, and his helm collapsed on Darkfang's chest. "Hah-hah-hah..." his breathy moans urged Darkfang to continue, crying with each thrust.

"Dark-f-fangggg, mahhh..." his pointed digits dug into Darkfang's chest as he was rutted into, his helm resting still on Darkfang's chest, rocking back and forth, his intake open and steam casting condensation onto the feral mech's chest.

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Pedes pressed against the berth, pillars of support, to allow the Snake to rut more eagerly into Allen's weeping valve. The pleasure's overwhelming, processors numbing, the perfect cure for Darkfang's needs. His rutting evolves more and more feral, and needy, hammering the tip of his spike into his inner sensors.

Spread him apart, make him take his spike, make him moan for him. The Snake's own moans poured out wantonly, unable to stop them, as his back arched into the smaller mech. His glossa lolled out of his intake, long and forked, and soon found it's place by the side of Allen's helm.

In his heated mess of taking him apart, he licked and nibbled at the edges of his faceplates and helm. Leaving tiny fang marks behind along with his oral fluids. The eradicon would be left marked, by fangs, by fluids, by claws that clutched onto his hips for dear life, as his spike throbbed inside him.

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Napping away on a roof top, imagining he's curled up next to a warm frame.

[dragvnsovl]

While he wasn't the brightest or most observant bot around, even Buffalo Crush had been able to tell that the jet was a rather amorous character. But never before had he thought that he would at one point be at the receiving end of such attentions, but frag if he didn't like it. Not many really knew just how affectionate the brutish mech could be.

Any affection he was given, he happily returned as his crunchy purr continued strong. Though, feeling Fleta shift around had his optics opening halfway to peer up at his faceplate while he gave a low hum. "Wanna change positions? Maybe layin' down would be easier on your wings."

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Wings twitched at the suggestion, showing their agreement to it. "That's a good idea. There's no pain, but a better angle and space lessens the change of prolonged aches." Fleta Z replied with his mask gently nuzzling Buffalo Crush's cheek.

Carefully scooting forward and off the sturdy crates, Fleta Z lifted the truck against his chassis. Knees straightened and with slow graceful steps, he carried the mech to the nearest large berth. Hmm, Buffalo Crush seemed sturdy enough...

Fleta Z laid the bot down on his back and instead of laying next to him, the large jet sprawled himself on top of the mech. Enjoy being squished under him.

[dragvnsovl]

This was a dangerous feeling. Those soft folds and the wet heat around his cock could easily become addictive if he wasn't careful. Ah, screw being careful about it. He just wanted more and more. More of this, more of Fleta Z, more of everything with the bird.

The jet's praise had him whimpering as he kept thrusting and grinding himself against the bot's node. It egged him on to keep going, rolling his hips with each push inside as his eyes rolled back once the pleasure made it hard to keep his gaze focused on Fleta's face. "F-Fleta, feel so good! C-Can't.. Can't get enough.."

His hole was twitching as that digit circled it before the mechanic gave a displeased whine when it pulled away, but that displeasure didn't last long when it was returning just a moment later, now covered in the bot's lubricant.

Fuck, he almost came when that digit pushed in, his walls squeezing around it as his frantic pounding faltered. He had to take a moment to get back into his pace, now drooling a little as he hunched over a bit while his hips kept thrusting. He was effectively fucking both Fleta with his shaft and himself on the mech's digit.

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First time, feeling him inside him, like it's the first time of Edo feeling a cardbot's valve. Fleta Z's not shocked the man's gained a new found addiction, it filled him with pride. He wanted to see it more, Edo losing his mind in pleasure, and battering his valve, until his folds swelled from overstimulation.

Ah, is that how he'd react too, if he made his spike fit into him? Overwhelmed with hot, sweet, delightful, pleasure. The image made him whine in pleasure, moans hitching up in volume. His insides and node rubbed and stroked only furthered the needy noises echoing in the shed.

His digit slipped deeper and deeper inside Edo with each thrust, Fleta Z pushing it inside with heated intent. One day, he'll stretch him up, all day long, until he fits inside, and it'll be Edo pouncing on his lap or Fleta Z slowly taking him apart under him-- His valve calipers tightened, and fluttered around the mechanic's cock in waves. The Bird arched into his thrusts, thighs trembling, and node bright red.

"Please, Please~ Don't stop-- don't stop until you're filling me up, Edo. Ahhh. I don't care-- Hahh, if I get sick, I want you, all of you. ~"

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Oh, dear. Ooooh, dear. She wasn't expecting her tail to be touched like that. With light enough pressure and mindful petting, it didn't effect her in such a way. But for it to be squeezed like that was.. Gosh, she felt warmer than she had before.

The pause gave her a moment to try to collect herself, but it didn't last long as he was soon pressing against the underside of her tail and rubbing it, earning a small whimper as she arched towards him. Did she like it.. Well, yes, but she couldn't just out and say what it was doing to her! It would be so embarrassing.

"Ngh.. Y-Yeah, I do.. but.. It's just.." Should she stop him? He probably didn't realize just what kind of spot it was and she wasn't sure he'd be interested in anything intimate with her, but.. it really did feel good.

"I-It's a sensitive spot.." If he had still been in his other body, she would have touched one of his seams to give him an indication of just what she meant, but she wasn't sure where on this new body of his would be equivalently sensitive.

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He wanted to squish the softness again and again, because it's adorable and fluffy, and he liked the noises she made-- EEeehh? Did he like it because it made him feel funny? Didn't help it when her body arched into him, and... whimpered. Yup, he's doomed, trapped by the cutest of bunnies.

A soft ex-vent escaped the Racer, as he listened to each word. One by one, until the words and noises connected together. His optic visor gained an extra sweat mark and his hand came to a stop by her tail. A sensitive spot, like hurting or ... Optics traveled over her body, watching each twitch of it. Oh, scrap, he , he-- AAHhhh!

Mentally destroyed, fallen in his helm, he stared at the tail in his hand, like he'd touched her no no place. "Forgive me, I ... I didn't know." The words came out of his vocals, as cool as possible, as digits trailed off her tail, with his helm turned to the side in 'hidden' embarrassment.

"I should have asked, before I did it. I wouldn't want my sensitive wires being touched without permission either." A tiny panic ramble.

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If he had a clearer mind, he would have been surprised that the mech could feel him pushing in, let alone derive any pleasure from it. He had been a bit worried that he would be the only one receiving gratification from penetration Fleta like this..

Fuck, it felt so good. It made his mind numb from the pleasure as he felt those calipers fit snugly around him as he listened to those lovely noises of delight from the bot. Now that he knew it felt this good, he very well might want to fuck the jet like this more whenever he had the coherency too and wasn't being turned into a puddle by Fleta's own ministrations. And feeling the bird pull him closer and run that digit between his ass cheeks? It had his cock twitching inside the mech's valve.

"F-Fleta~! So.. So hot.. Tight.. Feels so good.. Fuck-!" As Edo felt the rolling of the jet's node against his defined abs, it urged him to start moving. He pulled out before shoving right back inside, starting a desperate and quick pace of thrusting as his eyes rolled back from the overwhelming pleasure. He moved his body in such a way that would allow him to grind his abs against the bot's node while plunging his cock as deep as it could go.

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Lubricant poured out with each needy thrust into his valve. Wet for the taking, with folds like soft cushions to Edo's pelvis and legs spread wide to give him all the space he needed. Fleta Z wanted the best for him, and minimum danger to bruising. Bruising Edo would have had hard time explaining.

For Edo's luck, no matter how tight his calipers wrapped around his girth, the tightness lacked in strength. Only enough to give him pleasure, to stimulate him through his rutting. "Ahh, Edo~ It's a delight to see you like this, to feel you. ~" Fleta Z praised between soft moans, his node perky and throbbing against smooth abs. Hot, oh, so hot, he's going to melt.

His frame's hot, overheated, plating lifted to expose his seams. His digits, eager to pleasure the mechanic, with one circling over his entrance. Humans, they lacked self lubricant, an unfortunate feature, but an easy fix. His digits removed themselves briefly, scooping lubricant from the side of his valve. Sticky and all the more eager to return at their place by Edo's chest and the tight ring of muscles by his back side.

A slow bend of his digit, all it took to penetrate the man, a reward for his hard work of battering the mech's clenching valve.