// Smut Threads Owed:

Hey I spoke to my therapist and he said getting fucked so hard I can't think the bad thoughts anymore is actually part of my treatment plan so I'd really appreciate it if you could accommodate that and just bend me over whenever thanks 💕

For a moment, he looks at those biolights, marveling at their momentary beauty, before they are gone in a blink.

But still, there is a mech left behind, someone so lovely, in his lap. Or, almost, anyway. Dreadwing shakes his helm a bit, and gently bunts against Ghostspire affectionately.

"I want a kiss," he murmurs gently, big jet engine purring, "If that please you?"

He settles quiet happily into Dreadwing's grip, actually shifting to settle on the mechs lap. Cool frame and plating filled with little holes and pockmarks, stary biolights flashing for the briefest moment.

"I do consent Dreadwing. I'm perfectly fine with vanilla, just happy to be spiked or do the spiking. Though at the moment Id prefer to be spiked." Sharp claws slowly trail down the thicker seekers arms as he purred.

"Is there anything in particular you'd like?"

[M!A]Was it a virus? A corrupted data packet triggering a glitch? A public software update / upgrade that'd been maliciously coded with petro-rabbit protocols? You've already heard about it across the datanet that something is spreading through the community; something that is causing your colleagues, your brethren, and even your enemies to become… vigorously amorous. You think that you got your firewalls up in time, but… what is this warmth building in your seams? [Heat Cycle M!A] [You must seek out a minimum three (3) partners to alleviate your symptoms to a manageable level.] M!A: Muse has started a week-long heat cycle! If already afflicted with a heat cycle, muse will ALSO orgasm every time someone says their name during the heat cycle.

A warning pops up on his HUD, telling of a viral strain he's not been given coding for.

Oh well. That isn't unusual. Every time he enters a new universe, he inevitably ends up in the hospital because he catches every single horrid flu they ever had. It's just ...

This isn't a new universe. Dreadwing has been coming and going for a while.

Meh.

It's probably just a cold.

send 👀 + a dirty thought and/or fantasy your muse has had about mine. let's see how my muse responds.

your muse = sender, my muse = receiver.

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

Can't sleep the clowns will eat him.

Dreadwing smiles and steals another kiss, making sure to roll his hips forward in order to put pressure on Ghostspire's panel.

"Good," he thrums and reluctantly straightens up. "To berth, then?"

He arched eagerly into his touch, sighing happily with a chitter. Servos stroking down his arm before stretching out under him with a low purr.

"You don't have to be rough, dearspark, a drilling is just fine." Shifting his legs to spread them nice and wide for him.

OH do u ever draw TFP porn.. all good if not im more than happy with just keeping my dreadwing obsession to asks pfff

Yes

Smash or Pass Ghostspire

"...Smash."

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.