planate: (FLIPS A TABLE)
🥞 Woefully Flat Angel 🥞 ([personal profile] planate) wrote in [community profile] robothell2015-08-08 11:57 pm

i cant think of a funny title

Who: pipes and......you????
What: bang the minibot. cuddle him. slowly press a pie into his face. whatever
When: during the fuckening. the bangarang. the dingle dangle dongle
Where: AROUND
Warnings: hahahahahahhahahahahah



a.

Pipes knows the deal. He knows what the pollen has done to him and that he doesn't need to go to the medibay. He wants to handle this like an adult, but he has a big problem.

He is a really, really shitty adult.

He'll be around, wherever anyone wants to run into him. Adorable, horny minibots go where they are needed.

b.

Well, this was awkward. Despite his... efforts, Pipes had been unable to get rid of The Feeling.

Honestly, it was getting to the point where he was outright annoyed with the situation - he just wanted to carry on as normal after going a few rounds with both himself and perhaps some other people.

It didn't work. Nothing had worked. Pipes comes to a stop from his near constant driving and transforms, stumbling into a wall. He's quiet for a moment, then punches it in frustration.

...


"Ow! Frag it! Ow!"

c. closed to mayday

Okay, you know what? Fuck it. Pipes wants to get laid with someone he cares about. More than average, at least.

He'd made a beeline for Mayday's ship-house and called up the lift shaft a few times.

Heh. Shaft.
knightlite: (quiet)

[personal profile] knightlite 2015-08-10 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Good," Wing says, nudging a kiss against the side of Pipes' helm, and he shifts until he can lay both hands against Pipes' plating and let them wander, stroking slowly, searching for sensitive places as his lips find the cabling just above the collar of Pipes' armor and linger there, teeth barely grazing.
fuckinstoplights: (That makes no sense.)

b

[personal profile] fuckinstoplights 2015-08-10 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
"... Pipes?"

Normally, if someone were around, and they made that kind of noise? He would have just taken off. Hidden away somewhere else. But he knew that voice. Knew it and trusted it so far.

Besides. It wasn't as if he really wanted to be alone right now, anyway. Though he honestly has no idea why.

So he peeks out of his hidey-hole. Which is literally just that. A hole in the wall he's wedged himself into.
fuckinstoplights: (Wait we put the gas where now?)

[personal profile] fuckinstoplights 2015-08-10 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
"You weren't supposed to."

He says it very simply, but he's wiggling out of his hole, enough to drop down beside the smaller bot. Reaching out without thinking, to see that hand for himself.

"What happened?"
scaredybot: (Default)

Re: C!

[personal profile] scaredybot 2015-08-10 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Once the elevator elevates Pipes to ship level, Mayday reaches out to place his hands on Pipes's shoulders. It's sort of like a hug. He's still kind of awkward about initiating physical contact.

He immediately lifts his hands back up. "Oh! You're warm."
triggerhappycopter: (o_O)

[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2015-08-11 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, plenty! You ought to get your vents clean out more often."

Flipping a swab out of his wrist compartment, Spinister takes a quick swab of the inside of the vent before clicking it into a container and putting it away.

"It looks like pollen of some sort alright, but I'm not a xenobiologist and just because it's on you, doesn't mean it's doing the thing."

There's a beat. Spinister sits there awkwardly for a moment.

"Also, do you want me to, uh, do the thing?"
fuckinstoplights: (Wait we put the gas where now?)

[personal profile] fuckinstoplights 2015-08-11 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes."

He doesn't seem to have any hard feelings about Pipes forgetting, at least. Instead, he still seems far more concerned with the smaller bot's welfare.

"Can I do anything?" A beat. "To help?"

Yes, he is about as clueless as he sounds.
scaredybot: (D:)

Re: C!

[personal profile] scaredybot 2015-08-11 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Mayday gasps, fingers twitching as a sympathetic itch spreads over his plating.

"Your vents? No wonder you're running hit!" Clogged vents lead to overheating issues, which is why you should dust regularly.

Before Pipes can say anything, Mayday is bustling him into the washroom. Sealing the door behind them and turning the air circulation on high, he grabs the hose for the air compressor off the wall.

He plans to clean Pipes within an inch of his life. The way people are meant to be cleaned.
fuckinstoplights: (Yes I'm listening.)

[personal profile] fuckinstoplights 2015-08-11 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Honestly, if Pipes tried to put the moves on him, he wouldn't even remotely understand it. So, it's likely for everyone's best interest the minibot feels that way.

He nods though, and shifts enough to where he's standing nice and close to his new friend.

"Is that all?"
triggerhappycopter: (Hmm.)

[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2015-08-12 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffftttt."

This tiny Autobot forcing Spinister to do anything.

No, wait. Spin was regularly bossed around by Krok and Krok could make him do literally anything. Whoops.

"Your temp is hiking is why I was asking."

Pipes is now being tugged onto Spinister's expansive lap.
triggerhappycopter: (Ominous looming.)

[personal profile] triggerhappycopter 2015-08-13 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Fortunately, Spinister was very used to smaller partners- and he had unusually well suited hands for the task too.

Pipe's stunned response earns him a playful heli engine rumble. The aforementioned hands gently position the smaller mech, moving him so that his back was pressed up against the massive curve of Spin's chest, knees on teal thighs.

"This okay?" he asks, running his fingers over Pipe's sides.
fuckinstoplights: (Shh we're having a serious talk now.)

[personal profile] fuckinstoplights 2015-08-13 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Hiding."

Which was why no one had really seen him. He'd come out to hook himself up to his solar recharger, but that was about it.

"I don't like it here," he admits, and leans sideways against Pipes.
knightlite: (talk)

[personal profile] knightlite 2015-08-13 11:21 am (UTC)(link)
Wing shivers and hums, leaning into that light touch as his own hands slide down to smooth gently along Pipes' sides, down to his pelvic block, tracing light fingertips lower to his knees then back up. He drops a light kiss on Pipes' faceplate then leans back, smiling, his optics warm.

"Still all right?"
scaredybot: (<:D)

[personal profile] scaredybot 2015-08-13 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sorry about that!" Mayday says, shifting the air hose away from Pipes's face.

His hands run delicately over Pipes's plating, trying to find an intake vent. Then he unceremoniously jams the nozzle into the vent and blasts pressurized air through his boyfriend's ventilation systems.

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