Blurt Out The First Sexual Fantasy Or Desire Your Muse Has Towards Mine, No Matter What It Is. No Consequences!

He sputters.

"HANG them on your WALL?"

      ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ – ✧ @sin-cxde

Meme/Open

He tapped his chin, helm tilting to the side before humming.

"Your wings, honestly." He stretched a little, splaying out some more and giving them a quiet obvious look over. "Though its hard to tell if it's because I want to keep them for myself. Hang them up on a wall or something, or touch them and play with them while there attached to see what noises I can pull from you..." A mischievous grin as claws tapped against his plating.

"I bet you whimper." Before chuckling and settling in more.

"You also have some really nice thighs and hips, wouldn't mind scratching those up."

// fun fact

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

but if asked he will destroy that pussy

“I really would like to suck your spike— oh, hell, why did I say that out loud. Oh my goodness. Dreadwing, I’m sorry!”

Blurt out the first sexual fantasy or desire your muse has towards mine, no matter what it is. No consequences! SEIZE THE MOMENT! (Anons welcome!)

...!

Dreadwing takes a second to register what Rung just said, only to promptly choke on his tea. It's really a good thing he doesn't have a nose, or it would have come right out of it, as comedic as that may have been.

"Ah-- uhm," he manages between coughing fits. Finally, he clears the liquid from his ventways. "I... I... well that is -- ah. That is ... well, it's something we can absolutely do, provided all parties involved in important relationships --" Megatron. "--.... consent. But only if I can also reciprocate. I ... find it distasteful to only take from my partners and not give in return."

@megalomaniatron @mightymegatron

Pledge $10 a month on my Patreon and get THIS MONTH'S STICKER!

Orgasm denial. Orgasm anger. Orgasm bargaining. Orgasm depression and orgasm acceptance.

Dreadwing instantly closes the space between them, but doesn't crowd the Ornament. Instead, he sits on the other side of the couch, watching him with a worried expression.

"You are needed," he gently asserts. "You are coveted, also, as a friend, a mate, a parent. But you are not only here to be devoured. You are not here for the benefit of others to the detriment of yourself."

The Seeker takes in a vent. "The easy way is not always ... the right way. What do you want? From this place, from us, from me? What can I do?"

{ @sin-cxde }

"Which do you want to be?"

Curled up in the corner of the sofa, Rung peers out at Dreadwing from under the arm over his face. His oculars sit abandoned on the nearby low table.

“I don’t know if I have a preference. I need others, but I also want to be needed. I am usually something to be… consumed, coveted. I let others put what they want on me like a mirror. It’s easier, that way.”

In the spirit of Sexual Sunday, feel free to send 💞 + any dirty questions you may have for them on anon, and they HAVE to answer honestly!

// I ran over a bottle of shampoo at work with my forklift today

If you don't know why I'd post it here get off this blog lmao

why do Dreadwing's cheekguards look like good resting spots for legs -shot-

Because they are.