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there is something erotic about irritating a man. i’m really enjoying pissing you off. do you want fuck me yet

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A bone-handled switchblade knife

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It had been weeks since Vortex had a proper conversation or spent quality time with Blaze, and it was bothering him. He has healed and moved on from the incident at the resort, yet things with his closest friend have gone nowhere.

And that is something he desperately needed to fix.

Hours had passed before he felt satisfied enough to send a genuine message to Blaze. A simple greeting along with a familiar place to meet up. No company or distractions, just the two of them, exactly how they like it on the rooftop of his home.

Vortex sits inside the transparent red-tinted glass next to the mini bar, waiting and watching for the sight of the helicopter or their ship. There will be none of Blaze's favorite flavored drink here, not until he can see for himself that they can handle seeing or hearing that word again.

His claws tap against the counter as his processor races on what to say to kick things off while also preventing putting his friend in a horrible position, knowing they were likely not in a good place.

Regardless, he still displays a cheerful smile and happy rotor flicks when seeing the other's arrival.

He can only wish this goes well.

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*flirtatiously* bleeding out all by yourself, handsome?

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"You're so plain." Vortex pouts with a tease as he digs his way inside the mech and enjoys their wiggles and screams. "It's fine, though. I can't expect everyone to be into twisted things like me." He claims with a grin while pulling his servo out of the mech, covered in energon and holding something in his grasp.

The servo opens and reveals a handful of wires and thick cables. "Mm. Close enough. I don't know if it's something important or not but they don't seem to be worse than they already are."

He lets a little vent out at the comment and turns it into a small laugh. "Are you saying you'd be okay with me fragging your mouth hole? Because that'll be something to try out sometime." His rotors twitch while he drops the cables on the floor, and then wipes his servo against the victim.

"Is tearing him apart the only thing on the menu then? Because if so, I'll scoop out every piece I can get out of him until nothing is left."

Ghostspire hummed, snapping up the last bit of the peice and making a show of licking energon off of his digits. Glossa flicks out over exposed denta, licking up energon and giving him a sly little look. "Let's see... No, as amusing as that would be it's not something I want at the moment. Tearing him apart is enough." A claw tapped the open wound on the side of his face. Long healed up and properly sealed, exposed wires and protomesh stretching and flexing with each twitch and grin.

"Not yet, though a few have asked about it. I don't exactly want it to tear open again, not always big enough for most spikes... But your's might be small enough it wont cause much damage." A little teasing, a little challanging but amused all the same.

"As for round two..." Claws trail over the cog, staring down at them. He listened the the wet squelching of servos grabbing at lines and pumps, wires sparking and claws barely scraping over living metal. The screams were fun, but...

"Let's go for.... A minor energon line, attached to a backup pump."

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Two silly commissions for my besty beastie @shiningsilverarmor featuring @helicrazy @autobotstarscream and @frostbittenfemme !!

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Having one of those days where he feels like complete slag.

....

Actually, that's every day with the virus.

Fuck you, Bee.

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"Fair point. I, too, would also display him for the world to see. All torn open with his insides exposed..." He stops before getting too carried away. It's a fantasy, considering it wouldn't be easy to track the tyrant, nor would he go down without a serious fight. "Newscasters will be talking about it for weeks."

Vortex hums as he stops spinning around in the chair and faces toward Tarn. His rotors are pointing downward at their announcement of leave, but he knows he should too, as staying would only result in getting more plastered or causing trouble.

And this Combaticon has been kicked out of enough bars as it is.

He leans his arm against the bar counter and grins. "It was a pleasure to meet you. Besides the teasing and attempt to choke me out, which was also fun."

His helm slants to a side while fluttering his rotors. "We should do this again. Not the whole dealing with me plastered and all, but two tormentors getting to hang out and share stories, or create new ones together."

"What do you say?"

Do not meet your heroes

Tarn watched Vortex trying -and failing- to get comfortable on the stool, shifting this way and that and resting his pedes on the counter. It made him frown. The copter’s manners were non-existent.

“I highly doubt it.” Tarn shakes his helm. “Megatron is a stubborn son of a glitch. He wouldn’t let himself be killed that easily. He’s like one of those rust-roaches from the lower levels of Kaon.” Except for the flight capabilities. Unless he had reformatted into a jet. Again.

“Besides, he’s infamous enough that we would have seen pictures on the Grid of his hypothetical executioners posing with his corpse by now.” He would have.

“If he’s still alive, it’s only a matter of time. It doesn’t matter if he is hiding in another galaxy. I will find him and I will kill him.” Tarn stated, and his tone brooked no argument.

Leaving his now empty glass on the counter, the tank made to get up from his stool. “Well, it’s time I should return to my ship. We only stopped here to refuel and buy some supplies.”

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🖤

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(( Goat Simulator 3 shenanigans with @photobombingcryptid

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"In other words, you are not used to being the weak one in a fight." Vortex teases as he watches Blaze keep his distance. His frame twitches to one side before jerking back to normal.

"I want the real thing." He claims, nearly snarling out the drool with a smile and positioning himself in a ready-to-pounce stance. "Now stop making excuses and fight me Blazey~"

"The only reason I'm offering is because I feel like there is just a massive inbalance in our stats right now."

He pulls himself out of the dent and opts to circle around Vortex, trying to stay mindful of any obstacles that could block himself.

"You know... We are usually far more balanced than that. Maybe you want to take it out on one of my replicas?"

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Brutalized [hot sexy]

° Being drowned in a bathtub [bonus points if its full blood]

° Throat bit and crushed in someones teeth

° Cigarette put out on tongue or arms

° Arms skinned and someone pulling on your tendons to force your fingers to move

° Getting your heart fingered and squeezed 

° Hands being stepped on and broken

° Making out with mouths full of blood [bonus points if its your blood and youre forced to drink it]

° Stabbed while in a crushing embrace that starts to break your ribs

° Wrapped in electric barbed wire 

° High powered shock collar and muzzle

° Branding. Heat, scarification, tattooing, embroidering the skin

° Sedation, enough to be in a dreamy haze while youre taken apart

° Arm strapped down, multiple needles left in, full of drugs while your killer explains the plans for your tonight as they prepare your body

° Blindfolded, muzzled, tied down while someone cuts you open and plays with your organs

° Punched in the mouth, lips busted and bleeding 

° Bruises on the arms, shoulders, throat after being roughed

° Body cut up, played with and left broken to die

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reblog if it's okay for people to mention your muse(s) in their threads!

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Ah, I love the smell of blood in the morning~

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(( Made here.

Burn is on the wrong side of his face but oh well.

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Beastie didn't need to answer the question with words, as the look of him gave it away, and it makes Vortex grin. He leans forward into those big claws, purring, almost taunting him.

"Yeah..." The Combaticon responds while giving the other a look, drool still dripping out of his mouth and clearly planning something. "You." He lunges upward to grab the side of Beastie's helm and sink his fangs into their neck cables. His bite is fierce and strong, the perks of having denta mods.

Have fun ripping this little feral thing off of you without losing a chunk in the process, Beastie.

Yes, no, but---

y e s.

Those he wanted to say outloud but no words came. Instead, his focus were on the important features: Teeth and claws.

Hastily pushing away or panicking would cause suspicion.. so he had to think smart and mirror his mate's behaviorism. Firstly with his claws slowly clamping back on the copter's own abdomen, acting as though he was being playfully when really...

He was making sure they stayed put to where they were with his claws digging deeper into plating.

"Should eat something then." Beastie warningly gently reminded them, "Helps tank and drool."

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