Send Me A Character And I'll Tell You If My Muse Would Sleep With Them

dubious consent

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda |Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants | HOLY SHIT GIVE IT TO ME NOW Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

"No. My partners have to know they want it, and so do I."

// the feel when dreadwing is horny on main and I dont have the spoons for long responses

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. "

“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?"

Surely a strong warrior, such as yourself, can weather this virus. Right?

"I am WORKING on it."

"You keep looking at me like that, and I might start thinking you're interested." + Slowly sliding a hand down their arm, interlacing fingers.

It is some sort of festival. Dreadwing isn't sure exactly what it is for, but the particular section of the sky being closed off, and the bright explosions of color from the fireworks, attracts his attention.

He knows he'd be just as happy staying in, but ... in some self-aware way, he also knows that he should not completely sequester himself from society. The Seeker decides he will go down, have a drink or two, and see what there is to see.

Evidently, Dreadwing had been staring. He starts a bit despite himself, heat flushing his faceplates a little in embarrassment. But... he does not pull away. Where does he know her from?

"Ah," he finally manages through a tight throat. "I apologize. I should not have been staring."

Someone come give him a blowjob.

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.

The big Seeker purrrrrrrrs against her mouth, jet engines whirring as he returns Air Razor's kiss. His field, kept close to him frame, tangles with hers and enthusiastically shares in her hunger.

Those claws of hers slide lower...

Dreadwing seems to think about it. "Mmm... I will allow it... but only if you let me return the favor after, my sweet."

" Oh really? I wouldn't know why-" One of her arms slides around his neck. Anchoring herself to him as she kisses him with eagerness. Nibbling on the lower part of his lip plate. Wings flaring slightly with want as her free claws skate a little lower," Though I would ever so love to show you some appreciation my handsome dear." Nuzzling him as she tries to look as cute as possibly. She's certain she's ruining it with how eager her field is brushing to his own.

// like this post if you're interested in doing a short and likely droppable nsfw thread with dreadwing for sinday!