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[teleportingprankster]

Hiatus

(( I’ve been thinking about this for a while, actually, and given stuff going on with my new job and real life, I need to take a step back and let my personal life settle before this blog can be more fun than anxious for me again. (While it’s always been fun, and so has RPing - my social anxiety is starting to tip the balance toward not-fun and that is NOT what I want to happen.)

I think the only people I owe are tagged on this post. I apologize…. once I have had some downtime and come back, I will ping you to see if you want to continue the threads or start new.

Thanks guys. ))

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Anon (slagger@anon.net) submitted:

Anon’s optics flared zeroing in on the movement of Warp’s glossa running slowly over his upper lip a low growl escaped from his own chassis. Rolling his hips forward so their panels made direct contact the growl turned into a moan at the pressure on both sides of his own panel. His cooling fans kicked to their highest setting, optics flicking down to the hand on Warp’s cockpit lightly making a design that only he knew. Anon gave no warning save his hand ceasing its movements along amber glass as suddenly he moved, hands coming to the broad sides of Warp’s wings, his upper frame with shoulders and the weight of weaponry atop of them colliding with Warp’s upper frame and driving him back from a sitting position to lying under Anon on the desk, Anon’s mouth finding Warp’s and kissing the dark Seeker hard a press of demand, lips, and a hint of denta while hands slammed Warp’s wings to the desk effectively pinning the Seeker under him. Anon lifted his helm and just as tantalizingly slow followed the line of Warp’s upper lip with his own glossa before nipping him hard on the chin.

"Mine." Anon’s vents were jagged, optics glittering darkly as his lips curved into a smirk. "S-still offering more~?" He breathed, their lips brushing together with every word, pausing just to move digits keeping his palms firmly on Warp’s wings but digit tips caressing along flight sensors setting them off purposely knowing full well the action wasn’t going to allow Warp much ability to articulate anything silver glossa or no. "I-I want this Warp, I want you. To bury myself in you and feel you around me… I-I got every intention to b-blow your processor. H-have you forget about the cloak and scream my name." Anon’s voice turned darker, harder with that growl edging into his words as he ordered out his next words. "Open your panel, Warp."

Warp’s optics widened as Anon suddenly moved, the smirk that had been on his face at Anon’s cooling fans kicking on turning surprised as he was slammed backward to the desk. He arched under Anon’s frame, moaning into the kiss, wings shuddering as they were pinned to the desk. Drinking down Anon’s taste, Warp shifted under him, hooking legs around Anon’s waist to hold him there. His cooling fans increased in speed at the deliberate movement of glossa across his lip and scrape of denta to his chin, and his hands glided over Anon’s back to sink into transformation seams at the base of his wings.

“Yours,” he breathed, voice rough and low. He had just parted his lips to respond to the comment of offering more when Anon sets off flight sensors. A low, needy moan crawled from his throat and Warp rolled his hips upward urgently, letting his frame answer the question as his cooling fans kick on to max. His optics unfocused and he gave a low whine at the dirty talk, panel clicking open immediately at the order. The black and purple Seeker invented sharply and writhed under Anon at the change in pressure, sliding plating against plating and rubbing the cockpit glass of their chests together. Warp rolled his hips upward in invitation as his hands clung to Anon’s back. “Want you Slagger,” he breathed, his voice and vents jagged. “P-please….”

[teleportingprankster]

I didn't stop liking you. Just 'cuz I signed up with skinny Screamer don't mean I hate ya or anything. You're still a friend.

I just... ain't been around lately. Been busy with missions and stuff.

Look, why don't we sit down over a cube or three? I got some highgrade--

....Wait, what corner of the multiverse are ya in? I ain't allowed in some of your old haunts. 

choochoomotherslagger replied to your post:i have a mighty need to pet your face. don’t question this.

you questioned it after i just told you not to, you aft. give me your face in penance

…..like this?

Um… can I keep my face?

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Warp shifted against Anon's frame with a purr as the other mech leaned against him to brush items off the desk, ignoring the datapads, stylus, and scattered other items that went crashing to the floor. He flared his wings as Anon planted him on the desk, and hooked his right leg over Anon's hips and wrapped it around him, urging him closer so their panels were pressed together. Bracing his hands behind him and arching his back so he pressed into the hand on his cockpit glass, he raised an optic ridge at Anon with challenge in his smirk, and slowly ran his glossa along his upper lip..

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choochoomotherslagger replied to your post:i have a mighty need to pet your face. don't question this.

you questioned it after i just told you not to, you aft. give me your face in penance

.....like this?

Um... can I keep my face?

[teleportingprankster]

*purr* Comfort and defense are sometimes very similar. And, love... *his voice turns serious* You got me without the masks. Always. I won't hide from you, not any longer. You got all of me, just like I got all of you. We chose each other... and keep doing so, every day, over and over. Love ya, Slagger~

teleportingprankster replied to your post:

*purrs* If you ever need a reminder, love… come to me. Not all defending is vocal or loud; I love you for who you are and always, /always/ will. I’m lucky you chose me, and I never forget it~

*rumbles* If I ever do… yeah, Slagger, I will. And you’re right. It aint. Sometimes your defending is just your arms around me, your purr in my audial and our bond flat out open. I love you too. For who you are, without those fragging masks. I’m a greedy fragger. I want all of you, you’re all I want. I’d chose you again, Warp. Again and again I’d chose you. 

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i have a mighty need to pet your face. don't question this.

....dude wat

I'm confused??

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….Failed. *there is a snarl over the comm*

There was no failure on my part. I was following orders, and was merely along to… observe. Otherwise there would be no Autobots remaining.

*a set of coordinates is sent along the comm, but no other information*

That is where we last saw them - running in the opposite direction.

Ɠяєєтιηgѕ ƖιттƖє Sєєкєя. Ƴσυя Ɩσяɗ вιɗ мє тσ fєтcн ιηfσямαтιση fσя α мιѕѕιση.

*Warp raised an optic ridge at the comm. ‘Little’ Seeker? He frowned slightly.*

Lord Megatron has indeed informed me to expect your comm.

*deliberate pause*

You may ask.

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Anon swallowed down that low noise Warp made a pleased growl coming from his chassis as the kiss deepened his own gloss swirling around Warp's drinking down the cold flavor that he craved since his first real taste. His wings trembled under Warp's hands as flight sensors were triggered another low sound coming from the cloaked mech clearly enjoying the sensations. Anon advanced a step forward pressing the front of his frame along Warp's front attempting to drive the Seeker back against something

Warp's hands tightened around the edges of Anon's wings as the kiss deepened, a low pleased sound coming from his chassis as Anon pressed him backward. He yielded to Anon's movements, backing up until the back of his legs hit the edge of the desk and stopping. His hands drifted from Anon's wings to the other mech's frame, gliding along his chassis to his hips before holding on there. Warp's vents were jagged as he broke the kiss. "I can't back up any further, dear... Anon~" he purred, lips brushing Anon's with every word.

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Ɠяєєтιηgѕ ƖιттƖє Sєєкєя. Ƴσυя Ɩσяɗ вιɗ мє тσ fєтcн ιηfσямαтιση fσя α мιѕѕιση.

*Warp raised an optic ridge at the comm. 'Little' Seeker? He frowned slightly.*

Lord Megatron has indeed informed me to expect your comm.

*deliberate pause*

You may ask.

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Warp raised his helm at the incoming comm, lowering the datapad he'd been working in favor of listening intently - one did not take a formal comm from Megatron lightly.

He snorted slightly at the description of this Rotor Edge - he sounded like many in the Decepticon ranks. However, if Megatron was taking the time to call out those traits - there must be more to this mech then just the casual violence of the Cons that was commonplace.

Even more telling, the Decepticon Warlord chose to send this mech to Earth, alone and without backup, and this wasn't mentioned as a trial to join the Decepticons.

::My Lord. Your message has been heard, and understood. As always, I will follow your orders.::

Warp paused, smirking smugly at the last line and Megatron's confidence in his battle skills.

::Commline contact only, otherwise I am not to engage,:: he repeated, confirming the orders.

Pausing a moment, he shrugged to himself. Megatron seemed in a good mood, couldn't hurt to ask.

::If it is not too bold, may I ask why a... free agent is being sent instead of one of us?:: 

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Megatron to Skywarp.

I have recently been contacted by a mech from another universe named Rotor Edge. He is a cruel and conceited mech, eager for violence. 

But he has offered to aid us in our hunt for the Autobots still lurking on Earth, and his hunger for energon may prove an asset in that hunt.

He will likely contact you soon, asking for what information you have about the Autobots you engaged that day.

Give it to him and give him a wide berth afterward. He seems the sort to decide hunting almost anyone is good sport.

[He snickers.]

I don’t doubt that you can handle yourself, but some trouble is best avoided.

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Enjoying the... show? *smirk*

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Anon didn't reply verbally his dark optics flashing and a smirk curved one side of his lips up higher giving a flash of denta before his mouth again returned to Warp's mouth in a press of need lips and denta parting to take more. His cooling fans whirled to a higher speed as his rolled hips harder against Warp's heated panel moving them under the grip of purple hands. His right hand slowly making a trail up to Warp's wing and digits finding his aileron giving a hard twist to the delicate metal.

Warp purred into the kiss and parted his lips, hands stroking from hips and base of wings up and over the broad expanse of wings, triggering flight sensors and teasing seams. His own cooling fans whirr up higher at the roll of hips, wings shivering at Anon's digits drifting across his wing. At the hard twist to the aileron, Warp made a low noise, rolling his hips forward against Anon's, wing shaking in Anon's grip as he deepened the kiss.

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*smirk* Yeah, looks about right~

(( hehe - I have a tfp Starscream and I can't get him to stand up without tipping over XD ))

And the bae comes to defend the bf’s honor! moronicseeker teleportingprankster

[ My tfp Warp is a jerk and his leg pops off sometimes! No warp was harmed in the making of this photo! ]

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Anon whined at the bite to his lower lip hips rolling harder into Warp's the action needy as his optics unfocused cooling fans kicking to their lowest setting. "S-Slagger." The sound breathy as need and desire darkened the tone making Anon's voice lower than normal. He raised an optic ridge at Warp's question hand still moving suggestively up and down Warp's blaster barrel he nodded his helm a wicked smirk curving his lips. "T-too late to run. Y-you offer me more I'll take it, Warp. S-so are ya?

"Am I offering you more...." Warp purred, voice low. His hands moved to rest on hips, pulling them against his own as his wings shivered at the sensation of Anon's hand pumping his blaster, and Anon's frame against his own. He leaned forward until his lips brushed Anon's with every word. "Yes, my dear... Anon." His hands stroked up Anon's sides, curving around to wrap around the base of wings, digits stroking the bases. "Yes, Anon. I'm offering you... more."

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....Can I help you? *raised optic ridge*

Granted, Anon and I are hawt, but~

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Anon moaned into the kiss as he felt Warp's digits trace along his cannons his wings raising higher the hand on Warp's blaster tightening and slowly pumped along the barrel in a suggestive manner. He frame writhed against Warp's at the feel of digits sinking between plating and catching on wiring. Breaking the kiss when both were ventless, Anon pulled his helm away just enough to nuzzle their nasal ridges together his vents jagged and optics burning darkly. "I-is that an offer for /more/, Warp?"

Warp purred, drinking down the low sound and Anon's addicting taste, making a low noise of his own as Anon pumped his blaster. Warp rolled his hips forward into Anon's at the writhing movements, nipping at Anon's lower lip as the other mech broke the kiss, his own vents jagged, and returned the nuzzle before meeting Anon's gaze. "Whatever you want, Slagger," he purred, crimson optics focused on dark golden. "If I offer.. more, will you take it~?"