I Can’t Let Motherfuckers Know I Got Desires Or They’ll Think I Suck

There's a heavy pounding from outside the ship; someone is knocking, hard, near the locked entrance. Minutes later, after no response from you, your ship's commline system crackles to life, and a smooth, drawling voice flows through the cabin.

« Open up, chief. »

So much for trying to sleep.

"Sky Claw, I have no idea how he hacked into the comm. systems, but fix it."

"Yes, captain. Trouble-shooting."

↕️are they a sub, dom, or switch? top, bottom, or switch?

Dreadwing is a top-leaning switch, and better yet, he's a service switch. He gets off very well just on the pleasure his partner is enjoying, usually due to his own effort.

Smash or Pass + Starscream :3

"Smash him into a paste, perhaps."

ODDLY  SPECIFIC  SENSUAL  TOUCHES

happy sinday y’all! feel free to change any descriptors, combine prompts, and play with context if desired. spicier prompts towards the bottom. add +↻ for the reverse! ♡

[ grope ] — sender feels up receiver’s ass [ spank ] — sender spanks receiver [ trace ] — sender traces up receiver’s stomach/chest [ kiss ] — sender trails kisses down receiver’s chest and stomach [ hickey ] — sender gives receiver a hickey [ grab ] — sender feels up along receiver’s hips [ squeeze ] — sender feels up along receiver’s thighs [ slim ] — sender feels up along receiver’s sides [ gentle ] — sender sensually presses and traces along receiver’s back [ neck ] — sender bites and licks along receiver’s neck [ nibble ] — sender bites and licks along receiver’s collarbone [ massage ] — sender gives receiver a sensual back massage [ nibble ] — sender nibbles and licks against receiver’s breasts/nipples [ rub ] — sender teases and pinches at receiver’s breasts/nipples [ lick ] — sender nibbles and licks along receiver’s ear [ mouth ] — sender kisses down the back of receiver’s neck and spine [ feel ] — sender massages against receiver’s ass and the backs of their legs [ grind ] — sender grinds against a part of receiver’s body (specify where) [ strip ] — sender teasingly pulls receiver’s pants and underwear off [ pull ] — sender teasingly pulls receiver’s panties/boxers out of the way [ naked ] — sender fully strips receiver naked [ tease ] — sender teases receiver’s ass open [ open ] — sender teases receiver’s legs open [ tremble ] — sender teasingly traces along receiver’s cock/pussy/genitals [ finger ] — sender fingers receiver [ tongue ] — sender licks along receiver’s cock/pussy/genitals [ ass ] — sender licks and bites along receiver’s ass [ slick ] — sender licks along receiver’s anus [ smooch ] — our muses french kiss while naked

Every day I am in complete and utter awe at how deeply ingrained into transformers as a franchise robotfucking is. G1 had two different episodes about cybertronian x human pairings. At least one dude on the beast wars animation team wanted to fuck dinobot enough to lovingly render him posing with his spike out, blackarachnia's design was based off a stripper, and they wrote rattrap as a shameless pervert. RiD 2001 had Sideburn and his only personality trait was being horny all the fucking time. TFA Blackarachnia was somehow hornier than the original and it felt like Some Gay Shit happened about every 20 minutes in that show. The entire team for TFP agreed knockout was the sexiest robot they'd ever fucking seen and decided to let him try to seduce half the cast, and then casually canonize the word "interfacing" as slang for sex, AND THEN steve blum decided to play starscream like its the porn parody of the actual show. Half of rescue bots feels like slow burn human x cybertronian gay fanfic. IDW not only knows you want to fuck those robots but actively encourages you to fuck those robots because Alex Milne keeps dropping softcore robot porn zines at cons. I haven't finished earthspark but I know that dad wanted bumblebee's dick like crazy and the only reason he hasn't pursued it is because he's happily married.

Literally the only tf show I've seen that ISNT that horny is cyberverse, and that show is still ASTOUNDINGLY gay.

I'll be reading valveplug fics, and any and all shame I would usually feel at sexualizing cartoon robots is evaporated when i remember that a nonzero amount of people working for hasbro are sexualizing the robots too. They're hot by design, your honor.

Dreadwing is more than welcoming when Rung makes moves to climb into his lap. He opens his arms and gets comfortable, prepared to stay for an extended period of time if the antique needs him to, only setting his big, heavy hands on Rung's back when the other settles down.

He seems upset. The Seeker doesn't like that, but holds his tongue and listens as Rung speaks his piece. The words do nothing to soothe the worried furrow of Dreadwing's brows.

"When, what?" He draws the finely knitted blanket that rests on the back of the couch down around the little orange mech's petite frame.

"Rung, that is absolute nonsense. Do you have any idea how much solace, comfort, peace, and safety you bring to so many of us? All of us vagabonds who come here can find something that we have not encountered in eons -- home. You have made something so precious to so many, in that. A home? Out here? For anyone and everyone?

"Nevermind its master. This place is safe and you make it so. How could you ever say you are not doing a good job?"

Dreadwing whuffles softly through his vents.

"But you give too much, sometimes. No one, no one, deserves anything if it comes at your own cost. If no one else can do what you do, but you do not want to do what you do, then that is your answer. Nothing you could give, absolutely nothing, will ever mitigate your right to your own autonomy and no one has any right to make you feel guilty for that. Not even yourself."

He smiles softly and runs the softer pad of his clawed thumb along Rung's cheek, under his optic.

"Everything is going to be okay, my dear friend. I will do everything in my power to make it so."

Oh, the bitter irony in his insistence. If Rung wasn’t here to be devoured, that specter of the thing that called itself Unicron would not linger so often, telling him so—

He sniffles and unfolds from his squished up position against the arm of the sofa to instead gingerly start nudging his way into Dreadwing’s lap. The flightframe is warm, and his spark is steady, and Rung really does trust him with his life, with Elegy’s life. Dreadwing is dear company.

“I honestly don’t know,” Rung admits after a moment, half-hidden against the bulk of Dreadwing’s chassis. “I came back to the Temple because I had nowhere else I knew how to be. I treasure everyone who comes to visit, who stays, who just passes through. I mean it. I just have this feeling like I’m not… like I’m missing something and I’m not doing a good job and I don’t know why. Reverting back to how things were with the Council would be wrong— as you say, the easy way is not always the right way— but at the same time, I don’t think anyone else can- can do what I do. What is my responsibility in this regard? What are the boundaries of ethics and duty of care when— when—”

Anyone up for a shag, no strings attached?

...Why is it so hot in here?

"Sky Claw. What is the temperature in the ship?"

"The current temperature is 12.04 degrees local measurement."

That is not hot.

Send in Kinks and My muse will rate them.

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants |

Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

"Use my name!"

The shout is sudden, and laden with emotion.

"My name is not chief, it is not tiger, it is not champ."

They are close, now. Dreadwing leans down.

"Say my name, Wheeljack. Please."

There's a long, long pause. Then, Dreadwing turns to regard the Wrecker.

Thirty-three feet and more than fifteen tons of Seeker suddenly, slowly, advance on Wheeljack.

"I mince my words for no one. Least of all the likes of you."