Is There Anyone You've Met That You Want To Frag? If So, How Would You Frag Them? Or Would You Want Them

Consider him commanded.

Dreadwing is not shy, not when he is in private with someone he loves. He starts at Arcee's gorgeous neck and moves down slowly, kissing and nipping cables and lines along her throat and shoulder. He ravishes her chest in attention, moving down along her lovely abdomen, leaving nothing untouched.

But he pauses before going lower. A teasing moment.

"Am I warming you appropriately, my dear?"

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...?"

"Yes."

Suddenly, the heavy Seeker moves and rolls them both over, so that now Ghost is on his back -- but with hand and arm still back there so he didn't just slam down.

"Firm, I can do. Rough makes me a little less thrilled, but I can drill you into a surface of your choosing."

@ghostlyvisage

A low, happy purr from the flightless seeker as armor flairs out and rattles quietly. "If your willing to give it.. a taste of your spike and a nice, hard frag..." Returning the nip as claws trace along his frame. "Think you'll be able to indulge me?"

One big bear paw of a hand lifts and gently, very gently runs over Ghost's back, playing lightly with seams.

"If that is what you want, I can give it. "

And just like that, his desire takes over.

Dreadwing's mouth falls on that valve, burying his face between Ghostspire's thighs. He may not be extraordinarily exciting in terms of kink, but he knows how to use his mouth, and the Seeker employs all of his experience on his current partner. But that is what he does. Dreadwing refuses to let someone out of his bed unsatisfied.

And so he explores every inch of Ghost's valve that he can reach, plain gray glossa laving all over his insides and touching every node he can find.

As long as he got fragged in a way that made him forget, for just a bit, he would be happy.

Ghost lets himself be picked up, and set down onto the berth. A little surprised at his gentleness (he wasn't used to some of his partners listening). He purred and tilted his helm back, enjoying the kisses down his frame.

His valve was pretty, all black with a dark blue undertone, golden stripes racing down the edges and those glittering white biolights flashing and pulsing. And he moaned at the lick, thighs twitching and shuttering.

"Yes."

...Why is it so hot in here?

"Sky Claw. What is the temperature in the ship?"

"The current temperature is 12.04 degrees local measurement."

That is not hot.

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.

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.

Every day I am in complete and utter awe at how deeply ingrained into transformers as a franchise robotfucking is. G1 had two different episodes about cybertronian x human pairings. At least one dude on the beast wars animation team wanted to fuck dinobot enough to lovingly render him posing with his spike out, blackarachnia's design was based off a stripper, and they wrote rattrap as a shameless pervert. RiD 2001 had Sideburn and his only personality trait was being horny all the fucking time. TFA Blackarachnia was somehow hornier than the original and it felt like Some Gay Shit happened about every 20 minutes in that show. The entire team for TFP agreed knockout was the sexiest robot they'd ever fucking seen and decided to let him try to seduce half the cast, and then casually canonize the word "interfacing" as slang for sex, AND THEN steve blum decided to play starscream like its the porn parody of the actual show. Half of rescue bots feels like slow burn human x cybertronian gay fanfic. IDW not only knows you want to fuck those robots but actively encourages you to fuck those robots because Alex Milne keeps dropping softcore robot porn zines at cons. I haven't finished earthspark but I know that dad wanted bumblebee's dick like crazy and the only reason he hasn't pursued it is because he's happily married.

Literally the only tf show I've seen that ISNT that horny is cyberverse, and that show is still ASTOUNDINGLY gay.

I'll be reading valveplug fics, and any and all shame I would usually feel at sexualizing cartoon robots is evaporated when i remember that a nonzero amount of people working for hasbro are sexualizing the robots too. They're hot by design, your honor.

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.

There is something intoxicating about watching someone one adores (and someone who is simultaneously so drop-dead gorgeous he can't stand it) slide down onto their knees. Kiss-nibbling their trail downward is simply an added bonus.

The Seeker sucks in a vent and lets it out slowly, but he doesn't have the restraint to be coy. His pelvic armor clicks and retracts, spike pressurizing out of it's sheath, stiff and eager.

"All of my pieces belong to you, my sweet. Every last inch..."

" 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.

Smash or Pass Ghostspire

"...Smash."