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👀 + “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."

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.

Hmph. He is horny and annoyed by this.

// fun fact

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

but if asked he will destroy that pussy

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

Ghostspire certainly makes himself at home, but Dreadwing hardly minds. It is rare for the Seeker to have guests over in the personal sections of the Sky Claw, given what has happened in the past, but he has gotten to know Ghost at least a little. Hopefully the mech won't rob him blind.

"Thank you. I have cushions and blankets from all sorts of universes," Dreadwing replies, sitting down on the edge of the berth. With the other mech spread out like this and so eager he was practically radiating it, it makes it easy for the former Decepticon to run a palm down Ghost's belly to his panel.

"I know what you want, but you did mention something. Something about a taste. Is that still on the table?"

He had to duck a little to fit, but he eagerly slipped into the berth and stretched out, spreading himself nice and wide for him. Sinking into the berth, and the nest with a soft groan.

"Ohh, oh your nest is comfortable..." He purred low in his chassis, settling comfortably.

It had all the perfect points to comfortably cradle sensitive joints and spots. And spread out like this.. if he wasn't so needy he would be falling asleep.

And, dutifully, the big Seeker began to walk beside the femme, his footsteps heavy and measured.

They wind in and out of the crowd. Most of the others are drunk out of their minds, or altered by some other choice substances. It is customary for celebrations such as these.

Fireworks explode overhead, and Dreadwing flinches despite himself. He hasn't built a bomb since his last build exploded practically in his face, and though he won't admit it, he is nervous.

"I think we can dine and wine elsewhere," the Seeker rumbles. "Where are you staying? I can order us something for delivery."

She hummed, her smile widening a little as she felt his servo wrap around hers. It almost made her giggle just how much of a difference there was between their sizes - though, at the same time, other thoughts swirled through her processor that had her faceplates warming up.

Her doorwings fluttered in delight as he agreed, and she gave his servo a squeeze, "The pleasure is all mine, Dreadwing." She gave him a light tug as she started to walk, "I have to say, I'm thanking Primus for sending you - not sure how much longer I could stand being here on my own."

She laughed softly and looked up to him, giving a wink, "Now, would you like to wine and dine at the festival, or should we head out to enjoy more... private entertainment?"

He can do that. Dreadwing will never be the roughest or hardest of tops, but he can do firm. He can give this mech what he wants. At least, mostly.

Purring softly, he strokes the plush lips of Ghost's valve, only to take his hand away and pick him up. But he remembers the warning about his back, and sets the hunter down on the berth gently.

And slowly, he kisses his way down Ghostspire's body. Both hands palm along the insides of his thighs, and finally, he teases the mech's node with his glossa.

"Better?"

He grinned, letting his panel slide back and rocking into Dreadwings servo. His valve was soft, not quiet wet enough for a spike yet though.

"I want to be pinned down, bitten, mechhandled and fragged until I can't think." He growled, claws raking down Dreadwings arms again. He could do soft, yes, but it wasn't always what he wanted. When he fragged he wanted to forget everything but the heat and the feel of the other against him.

Leaning close and nipping the edge of an audial with a purr.

"If you think you can handle that, Dreadwing~"

Is there anyone you've met that you want to frag? If so, how would you frag them? Or would you want them to frag you?

He sighs softly.

"There are ... a few. Rung. Arcee. Airazor. Ghostspire."

A soft sound.

"How that would happen is for us to decide."

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!)

BONUS: if you’re off anon & someone my muse ships/already likes, they HAVE to blurt out the first sexual fantasy that comes to their mind over YOUR muse.