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Send in "XXX" and I'll generate an NSFT prompt for our muses! // @origin-protocol / @honeyedrequiem

Shower sex - hotter in concept than in execution. Can you make it work for Reign and Azurite? I dare you to try.

"Damus—! Be nice." // Reign

Ghostspire leaned back, considering with a soft hum.

"I suppose I could indulge..." he stretches out, joints popping before he settles. "Though I warn it may be terribly boring."

"A slow night with Springer. Just us and a movie or something. Gentle pleasure, no rush. Simply enjoying eachothers company, taking our time exploring eachothers frames and taking time for quiet conversation. Simply... enjoying ourselves however we please for a night." He purrs as he lights a cyg.

"Naja... beautiful Naja. I want to treat her gently. A quiet night as well, something soothing. Give her the gentle love she deserves, take my time on her frame. Take my time with her pleasure. Tell her all the ways she's beautiful..."

The last one he considers saying out loud a moment, of for no other reason than her privacy.

He was not dumb. A bit reckless and impulsive, certainly. But not dumb.

Waterlily's Conjunx Endura was sneakin' looks at him.

Even with seven too many shots of premium-grade sloshing inside his tank, saturating his systems and slowing his cognitive functions to the point that it felt like they were dredging through a tarpit.. he knew that he wasn't imagining it, damnit.

It seemed that any time he looked up from scrolling his private datapad—because of the persistent feeling that he was being watched—he would catch the massive Triple Changer's gaze on him, to which the mech would then turn his attention back to the Twins who were sitting at his table.

'Ignore it. C'mon. Don't get yourself in trouble.'

Spark sinking, he lowered his gaze back to his datapad, absently touching and toying with the screen, sliding the page up and down.

Waterlily's unit was his last opportunity to straighten himself—and his worrisome list of personal issues—out. If she, at any point during his probationary period, filed a report to the upper military officials, especially Ultra Magnus, documenting any misconduct or difficulties, it would be the end of his miliary career.

He would be discharged as Other Than Honorable.

And disrespecting his captain by flirting with her lifemate was not exactly something he wanted her to address in her upcoming report.

So, it was real unfortunate that he was as intoxicated as he was, sitting here with a charge simmering low in his systems. And an itch to act up a lil'.

With some effort, focusing his attention and allowing the noise of the tavern to fade into the background, he leveled Whiskey with a half-lidded stare, waiting. The second that the mech snuck a look at him, their optics locked.

"I can hear that screeching from across the base, what the frag happened—?" Outbreak's poking her helm out from a vent, features set firmly in a scowl.

A very femmine Sideswipe looked up at her, chassis armor off and holding up a pair of.. very nice wells. Grinning at her with a sharp denta'd smile and letting the pair of wells drop.

"Outbreak! Ona them gray thingies made us into femmes! I gotta say the wells on this frame? Nice! Sunstreakers just mad cause he spent time and shannix changing his frame to not be femme." Sideswipe offers his(her?) arm to Outbreak, offering to let her down.

"You're hips are quite nice," Reign chuckles. "But, I think you're optics steal the show."