He'll Sleep One Day. Sure, He May Hallucinate First, But, Eh, Been There, Done That.

“Are you lonely, Dreadwing?”

"Lonely?"

The Seeker turns to look at the little antique, his friend. In truth, Dreadwing is always lonely, but not in a way that Rung can help, so there is little point in making him feel fussy about it.

"I find great solace here in your Temple," is what he settles for saying, and it is true. "Why do you ask, my friend?"

...well, it's his turn to be 'horny on main', as the kids say these days.

praising / being praised

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants | Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

Praise also has its place! He doesn't get off on it, per se, but being told one is doing their job well is always nice, isn't it?

Dreadwing can't help the soft, heady moan that leaves his lips the moment her mouth touches him. He'd be lying if he was not a bit overly excited, having been eagerly anticipating this. Air Razor is oh-so talented, too...

Fluid bubbles up and dribbles down from his tip, sliding down the ridged length of his shaft as she works.

He groans, helm dropping back. "Ah... please..."

" Why I'd be absolutely thrilled if you did love. Now~" She nibbles him, starting to follow the path of her servo with her mouth. Sinking to her knees as she nips, kissed and teases at the seams of his armor.

Nuzzling over his hip with little bites," Open up dearspark. I very much want a piece of you." Optics glimmering with desire.

// fun fact

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

but if asked he will destroy that pussy

I need him

There's a long, long pause. Then, Dreadwing turns to regard the Wrecker.

Thirty-three feet and more than fifteen tons of Seeker suddenly, slowly, advance on Wheeljack.

"I mince my words for no one. Least of all the likes of you."

Hmph. He is horny and annoyed by this.

// as a longtime fan of the cult classic Twister, I need SOMEONE to name their NSFW sideblog "The Suck Zone"

And, of course, she is welcome in his ship and in his berth. Dreadwing thrums deep in his chest, fluffing the pillows and blankets of his nest around her.

"I am old, but not yet dead, my dear," he purrs. "I will ensure to give you a run for your shanix."

@sin-cxde continued x

" I may get just little too comfortable... right here. And then you will have I, distracting you from everything else all night. Keep your claws busy. Sure you can handle it? "

Anonymously (or not) send sexual fantasies your muse has had about mine 💣🧡💦