"I Want To See If I Can Get You To Overload Just By Touching Your Wings. I Know Some Of Them Are Sensitive,

why do Dreadwing's cheekguards look like good resting spots for legs -shot-

Because they are.

Smash or Pass + Starscream :3

"Smash him into a paste, perhaps."

Tell my muse in vivid detail how you would fuck them.

Make it as dirty as possible, really make them blush! 

"Dreadwing? Hello? I brought the Rumikub set! Oh, and some tea that Ratchet recommended. We still on for today?"

At first, there is no answer. The Sky Claw II looms ominously, all dark plating, sharp curves and knifelike spires. Primus only knew where Dreadwing had gotten his beloved starship -- he's usually rather moot on the subject.

But then, among the distant din of the nearby busy spaceport, one particular engine sound gets louder and closer.

Dreadwing banks overhead, spiraling down to bleed off speed before transforming and landing to the aft of his ship.

"Sky Claw, cargo bay ramp, please."

"Of course."

"Thank you." And finally, the Seeker actually notices the scout. Wait. What day is it? Ah, slag.

"I dislike admitting forgetting appointments, but here we are." Silver claws gesture to the now lowered ramp up into the lower parts of the vessel. "I hope I did not keep you waiting long."

MORE SPIKES AND VALVES HELL YEAH

The knots continue on. I assume the knot inflates through energon being pumped straight into it through the fuel lines. I'll maybe draw it in its regular form at some point. Whenever that will be I blame bad dragon for the knot idea, but also thanking them for pushing my spike and valve designs. Alien genitals gotta look weird

Send me a Character and I'll tell you if my Muse would sleep with them

Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

It’s a lazy, golden haze of an early morning. The sort of morning where lounging in bed doing next to nothing is only made better by sharing it with someone else. Rung’s glasses have been forgotten on the nearby table, but he’s shifted from recharging against your side to straddling your undercarriage, thighs pushed wide apart around your far larger frame.

His servos are warm from being held in yours, and careful, too, as they trace along seams and parting lines.

When he stretches up for a kiss, his bared valve rubs against your armor with a wet squeak that makes him laugh and shift back to lick at the smear he’s left behind.

“I’ll fix it,” Rung promises, servos wandering lower to caress your hip-joints, your modesty plating, as he ends up between your legs, sea-green optics glowing. “You just relax, brightspark. You do so much already.”

It was... such a good night.

Dreadwing has taken his time with Rung. There has been no hurry. It is true that the blue and gold Seeker comes and goes, and there is always the chance that he may come across some obstacle in the multiverse that that he cannot overcome. But, in his opinion, that maybe was never worth rushing things.

The little orange mech has his family -- his support system. He has Megatron and Elegy and countless other close ties and friends. If anything were to happen to Dreadwing, Rung would be okay. He never doubts this.

So... he has allowed himself this comfort.

As is his nature, Dreadwing had lavished Rung in attention. Helm to pede, he'd smothered him in touches and love, and had received the same -- they're both service partners in their own way. But it was nice. They had spent the night tangled together, giving and taking in equal measures until the lines blurred and neither of them knew which way was up. All they could do was feel.

And then they rested, until the soft purple-blue of dawn stains the sky and casts the room in a balmy, inky light.

Unlike Rung, Dreadwing has no removable privacy panels; his retract, slotting away with a thought, so the concept of leaving one's underwear off (as it were) is foreign to him. Thus, the wet squeak catches him off guard, forcing a chortle from his frame.

He will be stealing that kiss regardless.

"There is nothing to fix," the Seeker rumbles in his deep timbre, optics low, like a wine dark sea.

"Good morning."

@sparkchamber

[ @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.

Headcanon Game - A to Z (NSFW)

Hey guys! I thought I’d so something fun this weekend, so I did my best to sexualize the alphabet and turn it into a headcanon game!

So here’s how it works. You send me a character (or a few), and the corresponding letters that you want me to answer for them!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)  J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I’ll have this running all weekend, so feel free to drop by!

Smash or Pass Ghostspire

"...Smash."