While He Is Very Concerned Over This Revelation, It Is Wildly Apparent That It Isn't What His ... Friend?...

// apparently i forgot to turn on anonymous asks so THAT SHOULD BE FIXED

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—”

Consider him commanded.

Dreadwing is not shy, not when he is in private with someone he loves. He starts at Arcee's gorgeous neck and moves down slowly, kissing and nipping cables and lines along her throat and shoulder. He ravishes her chest in attention, moving down along her lovely abdomen, leaving nothing untouched.

But he pauses before going lower. A teasing moment.

"Am I warming you appropriately, my dear?"

Dreadwing can't help but shudder at those slim, lithe fingers of hers, little clawtips getting into his armor. He wastes little time, leaning down to catch her mouth in a hot, fierce kiss. "I can do that. Now... where would you like my mouth first...?"

Surely a strong warrior, such as yourself, can weather this virus. Right?

"I am WORKING on it."

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.

"Is everything allright? You sound... struggling. Need me to come over?"

Sorry. The old Seeker doesn't reply.

// smut threads owed:

Steamtrack (went private)

Darkfang

Air Razor

Smut threads to be started:

Ghostspire

Whiskey

Be patient with me, I'll have more time later this week after Christmas to do threads. It's been BUSY lately

// fun fact

dreadwing is not kinky in the slightest. french vanilla pudding at best

but if asked he will destroy that pussy

@ghostlyvisage Well don't mind if he do- Just gonna settle himself real close to the bigger seeker, not quiet sitting on his lap. Stretching out slightly and grinning. "Yyyeeeessss?"

Dreadwing pulls Ghostspire closer, strong hands gripping.

"Do you consent? I am not especially exciting, but I am interested in ....engaging with you. And, as always, consent can be withdrawn by either party. So fear not."

Anonymously send my muse a wet dream. Make them feel horny or fluster when they’re awake.