Tell My Muse In Vivid Detail How You Would Fuck Them.

hunting / ambushing

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants | Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

Now this? Consentually, this he can get behind. Whether he is the predator or the prey, he can, and will, play this game if his partner wants it.

//the more i answer these the more i realize that dreads just isn't into the popular kinks dhfjdshkfkldskfd

---

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.

---

// smut threads owed:

Steamtrack (went private)

Darkfang

Air Razor

Smut threads to be started:

Ghostspire

Whiskey

Be patient with me, I'll have more time later this week after Christmas to do threads. It's been BUSY lately

---

He wants a frag.

---

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."

---

[ @suckmybearings ] O V E R L O A D

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Dreadwing enjoys receiving oral more than giving it, but it isn't like he doesn't like it at all. It's one of the things he's actually very good at.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is a very tacit mech in berth, so if you can make him loud, power to you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

In terms of what he knows, Dreadwing is very experienced. Tactile, fingering, mouth, general penetrative interfacing in common positions -- he's been doing that for ages and has worked hard to be good at it (like everything he tries to do). But kink and heading farther south than french vanilla territory and his knowledge quickly becomes very limited.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

With the right partner, yes, Dreadwing is willing to experiment, but he prefers his risks to be limited. Risks belong on the battlefield, not in bed.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He risks being boring if he says a BERTH, but he also does like washrack sex if he can get it. Couches are also fine. Dreadwing has also been known to fuck a partner on a countertop or against a wall when the mood strikes them both.

O -- answered

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

This is where he really shines. Dreadwing does not like to skimp on aftercare, as he is, when it comes down to it, a very affectionate person. Expect cuddles, cleanup, probably tea. He isn't the sort to cause harm, but accidents happen, and he's happy to tend to the results of his claws if he accidentally draws blood. If his partner doesn't want aftercare, though, very well. He isn't overbearing about it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He isn't sure he really has any secrets that could be considered dirty.

---

He’s out of options. Everything is too hot and too much, and he knows how to make it all stop.

::Idk who this is but free sex. I’m offering. Just. I’m gonna explode. Interface. Now.::

And lo, it has happened. The weirdest comm. call Dreadwing has ever gotten.

It takes him several seconds to even come up with a response, given he's not doing especially well either.

:: ... Excuse me? ::

---

@gladiatorsteamroom

Steamtrack wasn't much of a fan of the festival herself, but had been curious enough to come and see what it was about. Sure, there had been a few things that she enjoyed, but the crowds weren't one of them, and she hadn't expected to catch someone staring at her. She wasn't exactly sure what had given her the confidence to walk up to the seeker as she did, but she wasn't complaining either - especially with the way she had noticed him staring. He wasn't too bad of a looker himself... and he seemed familiar... Surely they had met before, right? He definitely had a build she wouldn't have forgotten easily - hadn't she run into him before? "Hey, it's alright! If it helps, I didn't mind you staring - I liked it, actually." She slipped her servo into his after trailing it down his arm, "But I am curious now if you are interested." There was a small pause before she added, "I'm Steamtrack, by the way."

Nothing about the festival is really holding his attention. Tentatively, his own claws curl around her hand, massive paw enveloping hers effortlessly. Is Dreadwing interested? Of course he is. He is neither too old for a shake nor is he dead. He just has to remind himself to be a little wary about sudden one-night stands.

Still. He has needs and it has been a while.

"Yes," he replies after a beat. "I think I would be interested. My name is Dreadwing. It is a pleasure to meet you."

And, dutifully, the big Seeker began to walk beside the femme, his footsteps heavy and measured.

They wind in and out of the crowd. Most of the others are drunk out of their minds, or altered by some other choice substances. It is customary for celebrations such as these.

Fireworks explode overhead, and Dreadwing flinches despite himself. He hasn't built a bomb since his last build exploded practically in his face, and though he won't admit it, he is nervous.

"I think we can dine and wine elsewhere," the Seeker rumbles. "Where are you staying? I can order us something for delivery."

She hummed, her smile widening a little as she felt his servo wrap around hers. It almost made her giggle just how much of a difference there was between their sizes - though, at the same time, other thoughts swirled through her processor that had her faceplates warming up.

Her doorwings fluttered in delight as he agreed, and she gave his servo a squeeze, "The pleasure is all mine, Dreadwing." She gave him a light tug as she started to walk, "I have to say, I'm thanking Primus for sending you - not sure how much longer I could stand being here on my own."

She laughed softly and looked up to him, giving a wink, "Now, would you like to wine and dine at the festival, or should we head out to enjoy more... private entertainment?"