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Latest Posts by sin-cxde - Page 5
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~"
While he is very concerned over this revelation, it is wildly apparent that it isn't what his ... friend?... lover? ... it isn't what Ghostspire wants to deal with at the moment. Dreadwing can understand and appreciate his stance, and he will gladly make the hunter forget whatever unhappiness he brought up in asking that question.
Ghost is clutched close as the Seeker returns the kiss, hot and needing.
"Tell me what you want," he growls softly, one hand cupping up between the mech's thighs. "And open up for me."
He reveled in the feel of his sharpened denta, some plating flaring out to let out excess heat. A soft rumble of high-powered aerial engines left him, helm tilting back readily to let Dreadwing do as he pleased-
And giving a sigh when the mech asked about his wings.
"Yes, I did," Leaning back slightly to look at him. "A very long time ago. Some of the sensors still work, so you can touch to your sparks content." Leaning in closer and giving Dreadwing a hungry, demanding kiss. He wanted to get fragged, and he was not going to let the lack of something stop him.
"You want to ask more questions it can wait until after I'm fragged so hard all I can do is scream your name." He said it with a low growl, pressing more firmly against the mech.
They are both broken creatures, it seems. Dreadwing nods, venting softly against Ghost's mouth. Still, there's something at the back of his mind, nagging, bothering, like a splinter in a joint. Big hands spread out along the hunter's back, feeling scars and evidence of prior damage, but there's something particular about it.
The Something comes a bit more to the forefront, even as he runs his sharp teeth along the mech's chestplates and collar. Deft talons run along those seams, but now he's paying attention to the details. Gaps, sensors, placement... it all seems so... familiar.
It feels like wings.
"Ghostspire," he ventures, rumbling voice soft, running his glossa up the curve of the other's throat.
"...Did you have wings?"
The touches to her back get Dreadwing a soft moan as claws find the dips and gaps were his wings used to be. The surface sensors were clean enough to be able to be sensitive to changes still, and the touch was enough to make him shudder and arch. Claws twitch against the others wings, eagerly returning the mechs kiss.
"Of course, and be mindful of my back, hmm? You can touch, just try not to throw me on it." Claws trailed from his wings down to his sides, starting to search for sensitive spots on the mech.
Dreadwing is happy to let the mech indulge, and reciprocates. Reaching around, he trails the tips of his claws tantalizingly lightly down Ghostspire's back plating, exploring. He's always thought it odd that he could never quite tell what the bounty hunter transforms into, and playing with the seams and gaps of metal at his back still doesn't give much clue. Not that that is at the front of the Seeker's mind at the moment.
"We will get to that," he assures, stealing another kiss. "just be mindful of my scars, hm?"
Pressing his helm back with a soft purr, golden optics squinting up in amusing.
"It would please me if I got more than a kiss," He purred, helm dipping down a little more to give the mech a gentle, but firm kiss. "I don't mind biting, and I would enjoy it if you got rough." Leaning a little closer to run his claws down Dreadwings wings. He just wanted to touch a little, sensitive or not. It had been awhile since he had been able to touch another's wings.
He was indulging slightly.
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?"
@ghostlyvisage Well don't mind if he do- Just gonna settle himself real close to the bigger seeker, not quiet sitting on his lap. Stretching out slightly and grinning. "Yyyeeeessss?"
Dreadwing pulls Ghostspire closer, strong hands gripping.
"Do you consent? I am not especially exciting, but I am interested in ....engaging with you. And, as always, consent can be withdrawn by either party. So fear not."
"If you wanna frag, all you gotta do is ask. Just wanna make sure it won't be a regret in the mornin."
...
"Come here."
// fun fact
dreadwing is not kinky in the slightest. french vanilla pudding at best
but if asked he will destroy that pussy
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."
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."
"I want to see if I can get you to overload just by touching your wings. I know some of them are sensitive, certain areas and especially around the hinges. I want to see how sensitive they are. And after, if I can I'll frag you and see how many times I can get you to overload with a vibrator on your node, spike in you and still touching your wings."
Dreadwing pauses. He opens his mouth. He shuts his mouth.
Buffering...
Buffering...
Please stand by.
Headcanon Game - A to Z (NSFW)
Hey guys! I thought I’d so something fun this weekend, so I did my best to sexualize the alphabet and turn it into a headcanon game!
So here’s how it works. You send me a character (or a few), and the corresponding letters that you want me to answer for them!
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I’ll have this running all weekend, so feel free to drop by!
He sputters.
"HANG them on your WALL?"
   ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ – ✧ @sin-cxde
Meme/Open
He tapped his chin, helm tilting to the side before humming.
"Your wings, honestly." He stretched a little, splaying out some more and giving them a quiet obvious look over. "Though its hard to tell if it's because I want to keep them for myself. Hang them up on a wall or something, or touch them and play with them while there attached to see what noises I can pull from you..." A mischievous grin as claws tapped against his plating.
"I bet you whimper." Before chuckling and settling in more.
"You also have some really nice thighs and hips, wouldn't mind scratching those up."
Headcanon Game - A to Z (NSFW)
Hey guys! I thought I’d so something fun this weekend, so I did my best to sexualize the alphabet and turn it into a headcanon game!
So here’s how it works. You send me a character (or a few), and the corresponding letters that you want me to answer for them!
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I’ll have this running all weekend, so feel free to drop by!
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
Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.
No deleting questions, either!
// I ran over a bottle of shampoo at work with my forklift today
If you don't know why I'd post it here get off this blog lmao
...Dreadwing immediately feels bad, because Rung looks uncomfortable. He wants to apologize and soothe his friend, but the old mech is already explaining.
... Ah.
Slag.
It's about sparklings. New life. Elegy is the first of her sort that he has come across -- in Dreadwing's world, younglings come about from the planet itself in hotspots, and are physically fully developed. But this is not how everyone does things.
"...Rung," he sighs softly, sinking down to his knees to sit and be better at his dear friend's level.
"I never... I never meant to upset you," Dreadwing asserts lowly. "I do not see you in such vulgar ways, and I am so sorry that I am ... I am so uneducated in the biomechanical physiology of this world."
"You are more than any of those things. You are a creator, yes, but you are more importantly a mech, friend to so many, mate and lover. You are Rung. You are you. You are priceless."
He whuffles. "I have no problem making you these items. All you must do is tell me the specifics. Size, weight, material. If it will help you, I will gladly do so."
Right. Right, then, this isn’t working. Rung’s antenna flatten back against his helm as he lets go of Dreadwing’s servo and reaches up to fiddle with his oculars. He ends up unclipping them to pinch at the thin bridge of his olfactory sensor out of habit as he tries to figure out how to explain.
Quintessa guide him.
“Elegy,” he tries. “I made part of Elegy inside of me. My forge makes photonic crystals, which are the core components of a lasercore, or in modern terms, a spark. I make sparks. Like a manufacturing plant, or the Well. I spent a very long time doing nothing but making sparks, and I am trying very, very hard to prove that I am more than just— a medical curiosity or a production line or an Ornament—”
Realizing his voice had started to fray out into static, Rung clears his vocoder with a polite little click and ducks his helm. “Please forgive me for being agitated about this, Dreadwing. I don’t need to see a medic. I know what the problem is, I am just…”
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 đź’•
Dreadwing is more than welcoming when Rung makes moves to climb into his lap. He opens his arms and gets comfortable, prepared to stay for an extended period of time if the antique needs him to, only setting his big, heavy hands on Rung's back when the other settles down.
He seems upset. The Seeker doesn't like that, but holds his tongue and listens as Rung speaks his piece. The words do nothing to soothe the worried furrow of Dreadwing's brows.
"When, what?" He draws the finely knitted blanket that rests on the back of the couch down around the little orange mech's petite frame.
"Rung, that is absolute nonsense. Do you have any idea how much solace, comfort, peace, and safety you bring to so many of us? All of us vagabonds who come here can find something that we have not encountered in eons -- home. You have made something so precious to so many, in that. A home? Out here? For anyone and everyone?
"Nevermind its master. This place is safe and you make it so. How could you ever say you are not doing a good job?"
Dreadwing whuffles softly through his vents.
"But you give too much, sometimes. No one, no one, deserves anything if it comes at your own cost. If no one else can do what you do, but you do not want to do what you do, then that is your answer. Nothing you could give, absolutely nothing, will ever mitigate your right to your own autonomy and no one has any right to make you feel guilty for that. Not even yourself."
He smiles softly and runs the softer pad of his clawed thumb along Rung's cheek, under his optic.
"Everything is going to be okay, my dear friend. I will do everything in my power to make it so."
Oh, the bitter irony in his insistence. If Rung wasn’t here to be devoured, that specter of the thing that called itself Unicron would not linger so often, telling him so—
He sniffles and unfolds from his squished up position against the arm of the sofa to instead gingerly start nudging his way into Dreadwing’s lap. The flightframe is warm, and his spark is steady, and Rung really does trust him with his life, with Elegy’s life. Dreadwing is dear company.
“I honestly don’t know,” Rung admits after a moment, half-hidden against the bulk of Dreadwing’s chassis. “I came back to the Temple because I had nowhere else I knew how to be. I treasure everyone who comes to visit, who stays, who just passes through. I mean it. I just have this feeling like I’m not… like I’m missing something and I’m not doing a good job and I don’t know why. Reverting back to how things were with the Council would be wrong— as you say, the easy way is not always the right way— but at the same time, I don’t think anyone else can- can do what I do. What is my responsibility in this regard? What are the boundaries of ethics and duty of care when— when—”