There Is Something Intoxicating About Watching Someone One Adores (and Someone Who Is Simultaneously

Dreadwing thrums and watches him, going willingly where Ghost wants him. He settles back and squirms to get comfortable, spreading thick thighs around the dark mech's frame. Not much into being coy, he opens both of his panels, giving Ghostspire a choice between valve and spike. Both are similarly colored in blue, yellow, and silver with red biolights.

"I remain a bit less than fully pressurized. Might you help with that?"

He sighed softly, arching happily into the mechs touch. Panel slid back easily, white biolights and white node flashing a moment before dimming. Loud purr low in his chassis, stretching out more and sighing softly.

"If your offering, i'd love a taste." He purred, shifting to run sharp claws over the parts of his frame he could reach. Plating cool to the touch, small holes in the metal making the plating textured.

"Wanna see how talented?"

sexual tension prompts.

i deleted my old blog by mistake, so i’m revamping these!! if you want to reverse them, add a +, like so: [ PIN ] + and the roles will switch! these prompts are inspired by THIS MEME! they’re designed for all muses, regardless of whether they’ve interacted before or not!

[ PIN ] : sender pins receiver against a wall.

[ HANDS ] : our muses’ hands touch. (anything from grazing past or the hand holding content we all deserve.)

[ GAZE ] : sender watches receiver from across a crowded room.

[ GUIDE ] : in order to guide the receiver, sender presses a hand against the small of their back.

[ INVITE ] : sender asks receiver into a private room with nobody else present.

[ TOUCH ] : our muses touching one another discreetly but intimately in a public setting.

[ LICK ] : sender licks something from their thumb or lips in front of receiver.

[ SLEEVES ] : sender rolls up their sleeves to reveal their forearms.

[ SMIRK ] : while interacting with receiver, sender can’t resist a smirk.

[ NECKLACE ] : sender fastens a necklace around receiver’s neck, leaning in close to do so.

[ CLOSE ] : our muses are in a position which leads to the sender stepping intimately closer to the receiver.

[ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, sender unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline.

[ DANCE ] : our muses dance together in close quarters.

[ DEFEND ] : sender physically intervenes between receiver and a source of unwanted attention.

[ TEXT ] : sender texts intimate content to receiver.

[ PHONE ] : while on the phone with receiver, sender flirts teasingly during the call.

[ BEHIND ] : unexpectedly, sender arrives close to receiver from behind, taking them by surprise.

[ WET ] : our muses find one another in a torrential downpour of rain, both soaking wet.

[ LEAN ] : sender leans tantalisingly close to receiver to retrieve something or catch their attention.

[ LOOK ] : sender initiates intense eye contact with receiver.

[ ALONE ] : our muses find one another alone in an isolated setting.

[ ASK ] : sender asks receiver if they’re single.

[ WHISPER ] : sender leans close to receiver’s ear in order to whisper something to them.

[ BRUSH ] : sender reaches forward to brush a strand of receiver’s hair from their eyes.

[ STEADY ] : sender steadies receiver by placing their hands on their waist when the receiver almost falls against them.

[ SMILE ] : sender begins to grin at something the receiver is saying, like a big unstoppable grin.

[ PULL ] : sender pulls receiver into their side as they’re walking together.

[ STRADDLE ] : while sparring, sender gains the upper hand and pins the receiver in place, straddling their waist in the process.

[ BLADE ] : sender, having been enemies with the receiver, places a knife to their throat, but does nothing else.

[ STARE ] : while the receiver is speaking, the sender’s gaze drifts to their lips.

[ UNDERCOVER ] : while pretending to be a couple for the sake of a mission or other purpose, sender and receiver find themselves giving a Remarkably Convincing performance that leaves them questioning how platonic they really are.

[ AFTER ] : sender has just impulsively and passionately kissed the receiver without any warning nor apparent reason. how does the receiver respond?

[ REMARK ] : after someone passes a remark on what a cute couple the seemingly platonic sender and receiver are, the sender casts a meaningful glance at the receiver, expecting them to say something about it first.

[ PHOTOGRAPH ] : as someone volunteers to take a picture of them on a day out, sender instinctively wraps an arm around the receiver to steady them, holding them close for a photo that turns out to be more romantic than they were expecting.

[ CHALLENGE ] : after the receiver teasingly suggests that the sender is a terrible kisser, sender immediately and fervently proves them wrong with a long, passionate kiss that leaves the receiver taking back what they said.

[ LANGUAGE ] : sender begins to speak seductively and fluently with the receiver in another language.

[ CONSTANT ] : after days/weeks/months/years of endless flirting back and forth, sender finally dares the receiver to go beyond flirting and break the tensions between them properly.

He curls in on himself, gasping.

// fun fact

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

but if asked he will destroy that pussy

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.

He's just drunk enough to make a bad decision.

Who wants to fuck?

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.

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~"

Dreadwing can't help but shudder at those slim, lithe fingers of hers, little clawtips getting into his armor. He wastes little time, leaning down to catch her mouth in a hot, fierce kiss. "I can do that. Now... where would you like my mouth first...?"

She climbs on to the huge nest, crawling closer. Past all comforts, of berth, she finds a good seat upper on his lap, and small digits already find the seams of his armor.

" Hmm. You're very much running, I can tell. I can feel. But I might be in need of some convincing..." she grins, letting hand set over where she can feel the engine. " of course I could help, with a little jump-start, if needed. "

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?"