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::Of course I'm thinking about you! You're so fun to harass! And I think I'll leave the pede fondling to your dearest conjunx.::
:: There is no fondling!! Besides, he cannot have them even if he tried,, this week. ::
Kink Shaming? he's the last mech to do it, BUT:
Light bondage.
Kink Shame Meme [Open]
Lieutenant is sinking lower into the couch, grumbling and totally not blushing.
“Cheater. It was because of those photos, wasn’t it?”
This is the worst time to have these stupid slippers on. He is making a mental note to burn them when the week is up. However that will have to be put on hold, as he narrowly dodged the oncoming seeker.
“Touched a nerve,” Lieutenant comments, keeping his optics trained on Ghost’s movements. He can’t sense him at all, so he has to keep his optics peeled behind his mask so not to lose sight of the mech. Fleet footedness -even in slippers- only gets one so far so long as he can see him. “And here I thought you could take what you dish out.”
@unknownsoldiers ‘Nothing that lands quite like you can— ah, nevermind.’
Oh-
Oh the gloves are off now, rabbit. I hope your feeling froggy with those slippers cause he's lunging at you for that-
Think he can jump? Oh, he knows he can; these legs aren’t just for show. He’s called ‘bunny’ for a reason, and this is just one of many reasons why.
Lieutenant needs not explain that to Ghostspire, as he leaps back away from the seeker’s hooks with inches to spare. The attack from the mech is not one typical of the build for mechs of his dilapidating frame. This does make the Decepticon harken back to his initial sense of something inside Ghostspire.
As much as he would like to antagonize the hunter further, he knows he’s severely ill-equipped to take him on if he has to watch the mech and wherever he plans to land when he jumps back away. “Glad we hashed out a deal to give you information prior to this. It is comforting to know you are not trying to kill me.” Lieutenant says as he classifies this as not antagonizing his attacker.
@unknownsoldiers ‘Nothing that lands quite like you can— ah, nevermind.’
Oh-
Oh the gloves are off now, rabbit. I hope your feeling froggy with those slippers cause he's lunging at you for that-
If it hadn't been obvious the last time they saw each other, it left no room for doubt. There's definitely something wrong with this mech. He reminded Lieutenant of mechs that did Syk. It unnerved him just how deranged Ghost was between almost a beast and a mech.
He may have miscalculated in irritating Ghost.
Lieutenant tries to side-step the mech, losing his footing due to the slippers for just a moment. It was enough of an opening for Ghost to sink his mangled fangs into the green mech's forearm. With his predicament, his frame betrays him in it's heightened state. The piercing teeth punctured right through his armor, earning an
unbridled scream of agony.
Fight or flight took over, as Lieutenant unsheathed his claws of his uninjured arm, targeting the brittle pieces of sparkly armor on Ghost, clawing at the holes to tear the armor off.
Skidding to a stop on all fours, mask snapping back and grinning at him with a jaw full of sharpened denta. Edging the line between sane and insane as he lunges again, this time less snake-like and more like a normal mech.
"Kill you? No. Bite you? Yes!" Jaws snapped and sharp fangs gleemed as he snarled low in his chassis.
He didn't move in general like his frame was dilapidating, one minute moving like an animal and the next like a mech trained to kill. No real set fighting style either, something chaotic and wild, a mix of things picked up over the years.
Which is why next miss he overshoots just barely, jaws snapping at the mech.
The damn mech-- creature-- thing ripped his arm off! No, no no NO! Lieutenant was not letting him take it. How could he get it back though? His HUD was swarmed with critical warnings, his senses were blocked, his vision was poor, and blood began gushing out of his arm like a flash flood.
He could just barely make out the shape of Ghostspire with his arm, and the hallucination of colors spilling out of the mech. That was more than enough for the panting mech to use as he pulled out a grenade from his subspace. With a general sense of where Ghost was, he turned it on to chuck it at him in an attempt to either blow him up or scare him away.
Either way, Lieutenant found himself blinded and barely able to fight. He was desperate. A desperate cornered mech with next to nothing to lose.
He gives a triumphant snarl as sharpened denta sink in deep, past hardened armor and into softer mesh and wires. Claws scramble for a purchase against the mech as jaw works to sink those fangs in deeper, finding whatever purchase they can and sinking claws in.
Energon dripped into waiting maw with another animalistic snarl, visor gaining a violet tint to it. Claws hooking more to hold him down like prey.
He wanted, needed to tear, to rend this mech open and feast on his insides while he screamed. To taste his energon and howl with laughter as he begs to live. Begging for mercy where none would be granted-
He arched and screeched as claws dug into him, tearing at plating and protoform alike. Helm snapped to the side while he tore himself away with the arm, clawing back the dregs of his self control as he vented harshly. Reasoning with the wild part of himself that demanded energon, vents ragged and harsh as arm dangled in his maw.
Claws twitched and trembled, and he growled, energon dripping from his arm. Deep violet and bright pink, pale blue and blazing red with something the color of rust all mixing and swirling together down his plating.