"You Keep Looking At Me Like That, And I Might Start Thinking You're Interested." + Slowly Sliding A

👀 + “I want to— I want to map everything out with my mouth, my hands. I want to memorize the places that feel good to you, so that I might understand you. Would you have the patience for that, I wonder? Letting me feel and taste you?”

"While I hesitate to give concrete answers when I do not know to whom I speak, I can tell you that my patience is near infinite."

@gladiatorsteamroom

Steamtrack wasn't much of a fan of the festival herself, but had been curious enough to come and see what it was about. Sure, there had been a few things that she enjoyed, but the crowds weren't one of them, and she hadn't expected to catch someone staring at her. She wasn't exactly sure what had given her the confidence to walk up to the seeker as she did, but she wasn't complaining either - especially with the way she had noticed him staring. He wasn't too bad of a looker himself... and he seemed familiar... Surely they had met before, right? He definitely had a build she wouldn't have forgotten easily - hadn't she run into him before? "Hey, it's alright! If it helps, I didn't mind you staring - I liked it, actually." She slipped her servo into his after trailing it down his arm, "But I am curious now if you are interested." There was a small pause before she added, "I'm Steamtrack, by the way."

Nothing about the festival is really holding his attention. Tentatively, his own claws curl around her hand, massive paw enveloping hers effortlessly. Is Dreadwing interested? Of course he is. He is neither too old for a shake nor is he dead. He just has to remind himself to be a little wary about sudden one-night stands.

Still. He has needs and it has been a while.

"Yes," he replies after a beat. "I think I would be interested. My name is Dreadwing. It is a pleasure to meet you."

being restrained

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda |Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants | HOLY SHIT GIVE IT TO ME NOW Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

Dreadwing hasn't really done much of this! With the right partner, he's willing to experiment.

Dreadwing very much likes knowing when a partner is enjoying his touch, and sound is a relatively reliable source of information. But not on it's own. The body has tells as well, with how it moves, and Ghost isn't being secretive. The gripping of sheets, the feeling of strong heavy legs around his frame... claws at his helm.

The Seeker pulls back to give the hunter's node a kiss, only to bite the top of one of his thighs -- enough to pinch, but not enough to draw blood.

"Lovely view," he murmurs, licking the spot his teeth scraped.

His helm fell back and he moaned, low and long as thighs twitch and legs curled around the seeker. Arching and pressing more onto his glossa, claws twisting into the sheets and shivering. It had been awhile since anyone had bothered (or since he let anyone) to pay close attention to his valve.

His valve quickly became slick under Dreadwings glossa, clenching eagerly around him and shivering. He felt good, finding nodes that didn't get touched often. One servo reached up and grabbed the Seekers helm, lightly clawing the back of it as he shuddered and moaned.

I can’t let motherfuckers know I got desires or they’ll think I suck

...pretty accurate.

Cybertronian sex toys must go crazy

False spikes that expand every time a bot overloads making it impossible for them to clench around it properly and leaving them absolutely gaping by the end

Fake panels designed to vibrate and stop keeping the wearer constantly edged through out the day

Magnets that connect to each node inside a valve, stimulating them individually and in different ways and rhythms

Ballbearings that have been magnetised in different ways so they’re constantly shifting inside a valve

A matching set of a false spike and valve that can be connected to specific bot spike or valve so partners can interface not matter the distance

Vibrators that are made specifically for a bots spike sheath that keep the spike from extending as well as keeping unbearably it stimulated

How do you want to frag? Would you prefer to top or bottom? Rough and fast or soft and gentle?

"That depends on my mood. I can do either. In all ways."

// like this post if you're interested in doing a short and likely droppable nsfw thread with dreadwing for sinday!

@suckmybearings

He exvented when his subverted connection was abruptly cut from the ship's communication channel; an alert of failure flashed across his HUD when he attempted to call back. With a fissure of annoyance, the Wrecker knocked hard against the underbelly a two more times, and then continued to knock as he started walking to the front of the ship. "C'mon, hoss," Wheeljack coaxed in a loud, taunting voice, banging his fist against the steel hull with every step he took. "You're one of my girls, too. I got somethin' y'a need." As he rounded to the front and positioned himself to be seen, full-view, through the ship's windscreen, he reached down and unholstered the grenade from his hip.

"And one way or another, I'm comin' in."

The floor is at least somewhat cool, though it is rapidly heating up as it absorbs the excess off of his frame.

He's already tried the washrack, turning the flow of solvent off in favor of straight water (from the outdoor hookup), as cold as it would go. It felt nice while he was in there, but the second he stepped out, things just got hot all over again. And somehow, it just seems to be getting worse.

The unnatural revving of internal processes has transcended from profoundly needy to painful. Everything hurts, everything throbs -- Primus, even his dermal layer is aching. A breath of breeze feels like sandpaper against the Seekers extremely raw external sensors, and for a while he deeply considers trying to get to the hospital.

That thought is quickly dismissed. What is he supposed to tell them? That something in his head BROKE and he's so horny that it can't even be classified as "horny" anymore and he feels like he's going to have a fuel pump failure and a brain aneurysm all at once?

And what the FUCK is that noise?

"The intruder is still outside, captain," the Sky Claw's AI informs him.

Wheeljack. The rat bastard is outside, pounding on the underbelly of the ship.

Dreadwing groans.

"Captain," it repeats. "The intruder appears to be brandishing an explosive."

He's what. That gets his attention.

Despite his intense desire to just stay on the floor until he dies, the Seeker forces himself to his feet and lurches up towards the cockpit. It takes him four tries to type in the correct code (his hands are shaking something terrible) to unlock the port side quick-access door panel, but when he hears it click and hiss a bit, Dreadwing slams the hatch open, making it rattle on its tracks.

The ladder rungs, normally tucked seamlessly into the ships paneling, pop out when the door is opened.

"WHAT?!"

It's probably the most horrid and aggressive he has ever sounded.

"Wheeljack, if you are stupid enough to even think about setting that off, reconsider. I have enough explosive material in here to level this entire yard and half of the slagging space port across the street. Now, go away."