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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.
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.
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"Seriously though, you probably ought to avoid punching walls," he puffs because acknowledging gratitude was totally not Decepticon-like.
Of course, now that he's got the verbal okay from Pipes, Spinister finally lets his hand wander down, gliding it over the smaller mech's interface array.
"So," he leans down to nuzzle his mask against Pipe's neck, fingers teasing at the head of his cord. "How's this feel?"