“Are You Lonely, Dreadwing?”
“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?"
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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 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. "
𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
key words were relationship, tension, denial and romance, forbidden. there are 69 mid flirtacious and then 69 explicit prompts. you can change names and pronouns as you see fit.
69 Flirtatious to Explicit Dialogue Prompts:
"You know, I've always been drawn to people who are dangerous."
"You keep looking at me like that, and I might start thinking you're interested."
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were flirting with me."
"Your lips look... distracting."
"Do you really want me to leave, or are you just saying that?"
"How close do I have to get before you admit you want me here?"
"Careful, if you keep touching me like that, I might forget we're just talking."
"It's hard to focus when you're sitting so close."
"I don't bite... unless you ask nicely."
"You think I didn't notice the way you've been staring all night?"
"I wonder what you'd do if I kissed you right now."
"There's something about the way you say my name..."
"I bet you'd look even better out of that outfit."
"Don't you think it's a bit hot in here? Or is that just you?"
"I love the way your skin feels against mine."
"If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so."
"You're making it very hard to behave."
"How much longer are we going to pretend there's nothing here?"
"I can feel your heart racing. You're not as calm as you're pretending to be."
"You think you're the only one who can't stop thinking about this?"
"You keep teasing, but we both know where this is going."
"Is this really what you want? Because once I start, I won't be able to stop."
"I love the way you blush when I get close."
"Do you always flirt with danger, or is this just for me?"
"There's something I want to do, but I'm not sure you're ready for it."
"You can try to resist me, but we both know how this ends."
"Your body tells me everything your words don't."
"I dare you to come just a little bit closer."
"You're tempting me in ways you don't even realize."
"What if I told you I’ve been thinking about you all day?"
"Let me show you just how good this could be."
"I've been waiting all night to get you alone."
"The way you're looking at me... it's almost like you're daring me."
"You don't have to say anything, but your body is speaking for you."
"You know where this is headed, right?"
"I’ve been patient, but I’m not sure how much longer I can wait."
"Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you."
"What if I kissed you right here? Would you stop me?"
"I can't stop thinking about the way you'd feel under me."
"You want me, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes."
"If you're going to tease me, at least be ready for the consequences."
"Every time you touch me, it’s like you’re daring me to lose control."
"It’s not fair the way you make me feel when you’re this close."
"I want to hear you say you want me."
"Don’t be shy. You can tell me what you’ve been thinking."
"You know, I love the way you taste."
"Your skin is so soft… I can’t wait to explore more."
"I can feel how much you want this."
"What if I told you I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time?"
"Are you going to keep teasing me, or are you finally going to do something about it?"
"The way you tremble when I touch you... I could get used to that."
"We shouldn’t... but it’s the only thing I can think about."
"You're playing with fire, and we both know how this ends."
"I want to hear you moan my name."
"Your lips are driving me crazy... I can’t take it anymore."
"If you keep this up, I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands."
"I can’t stop imagining the way you'd feel pressed against me."
"Tell me you want this as much as I do."
"I love the way your breath hitches when I get closer."
"We both know this is inevitable, don’t we?"
"I’ve been thinking about you all night. It’s time to make those thoughts a reality."
"You're making it very hard to resist you."
"Do you like the way I make you feel?"
"All I can think about is what comes next."
"I want to feel every inch of you."
"You don’t have to say a word. Just show me how much you want this."
"I love the way your body reacts when I touch you."
"I’ve been patient long enough. Now it’s my turn."
"If you’re ready, I’ll give you everything you’ve been waiting for."
50 Actions from Flirtatious to Explicit:
Brushing their hand lightly against the other's as they talk.
Gently placing a hand on their lower back, guiding them through a crowded room.
Leaning in close enough to whisper, but not touching.
Tracing the outline of their lips with a fingertip.
Lightly tugging on their shirt, pulling them closer.
Running fingers through their hair, grazing the scalp just enough to leave them breathless.
Pressing a knee against theirs under the table, keeping eye contact.
Letting a hand linger on their shoulder just a second too long.
Grazing lips against the curve of their ear, barely touching.
Running a hand up their arm, tracing the muscles.
Slipping fingers under their collar, teasing the edge of their neckline.
Gently trailing fingertips down their spine.
Squeezing their hand just a little tighter while walking.
Holding their gaze, slowly licking their lips.
Lightly biting their lip after a kiss, pulling back with a smirk.
Tucking a strand of their hair behind their ear, letting fingers brush the skin.
Pinning them against a wall, hands braced on either side.
Pressing their lips softly to the back of their hand.
Gripping their waist, pulling them into an embrace that lingers just a bit too long.
Brushing their lips along the side of their neck, testing their reaction.
Grazing a thumb over their pulse point.
Tugging at their belt, teasing without going further.
Running hands over their chest, tracing patterns through their clothes.
Slowly sliding a hand down their arm, interlacing fingers.
Leaning in, breath hot against their lips before pulling away.
Letting fingertips dance along their jawline.
Sinking teeth lightly into their shoulder, marking them gently.
Running a hand along the curve of their hip, squeezing slightly.
Sliding a hand up the inside of their thigh, stopping just short of their goal.
Whispering close to their ear while caressing the nape of their neck.
Lightly nipping at their earlobe before kissing a path down their neck.
Letting hands roam over their body, exploring curves and planes.
Pressing a hand flat against their chest, feeling their heartbeat speed up.
Hooking fingers into the waistband of their pants, pulling them closer.
Tucking a thumb under their chin, lifting their face for a kiss.
Pulling them into a heated kiss, hands gripping their hair.
Slipping hands beneath their shirt, caressing their bare skin.
Sliding a hand between their thighs, applying gentle pressure.
Tugging them closer by the waistband, teasing with a slow grind.
Nuzzling against their neck, inhaling their scent before lightly biting.
Guiding their hands to roam, showing them where they can touch.
Tracing patterns on their skin with lips and teeth, leaving a trail of heat.
Grabbing their hips and pulling them flush against their body.
Letting fingers slide under their clothes, exploring sensitive spots.
Wrapping arms around them, hands pressing into their back as they kiss.
Grazing a hand over their thigh, applying slow, deliberate pressure.
Tugging at their shirt, lips grazing their collarbone.
Teasing them with soft kisses down their chest, going lower.
Gently pushing them back onto the bed, lips following their descent.
Wrapping a leg around theirs, pulling them closer for an even deeper kiss.
Dreadwing very much likes knowing when a partner is enjoying his touch, and sound is a relatively reliable source of information. But not on it's own. The body has tells as well, with how it moves, and Ghost isn't being secretive. The gripping of sheets, the feeling of strong heavy legs around his frame... claws at his helm.
The Seeker pulls back to give the hunter's node a kiss, only to bite the top of one of his thighs -- enough to pinch, but not enough to draw blood.
"Lovely view," he murmurs, licking the spot his teeth scraped.
His helm fell back and he moaned, low and long as thighs twitch and legs curled around the seeker. Arching and pressing more onto his glossa, claws twisting into the sheets and shivering. It had been awhile since anyone had bothered (or since he let anyone) to pay close attention to his valve.
His valve quickly became slick under Dreadwings glossa, clenching eagerly around him and shivering. He felt good, finding nodes that didn't get touched often. One servo reached up and grabbed the Seekers helm, lightly clawing the back of it as he shuddered and moaned.
“I really would like to suck your spike— oh, hell, why did I say that out loud. Oh my goodness. Dreadwing, I’m sorry!”
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Dreadwing takes a second to register what Rung just said, only to promptly choke on his tea. It's really a good thing he doesn't have a nose, or it would have come right out of it, as comedic as that may have been.
"Ah-- uhm," he manages between coughing fits. Finally, he clears the liquid from his ventways. "I... I... well that is -- ah. That is ... well, it's something we can absolutely do, provided all parties involved in important relationships --" Megatron. "--.... consent. But only if I can also reciprocate. I ... find it distasteful to only take from my partners and not give in return."
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.
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