Ugh, He Is Horny.

For a moment, he looks at those biolights, marveling at their momentary beauty, before they are gone in a blink.

But still, there is a mech left behind, someone so lovely, in his lap. Or, almost, anyway. Dreadwing shakes his helm a bit, and gently bunts against Ghostspire affectionately.

"I want a kiss," he murmurs gently, big jet engine purring, "If that please you?"

He settles quiet happily into Dreadwing's grip, actually shifting to settle on the mechs lap. Cool frame and plating filled with little holes and pockmarks, stary biolights flashing for the briefest moment.

"I do consent Dreadwing. I'm perfectly fine with vanilla, just happy to be spiked or do the spiking. Though at the moment Id prefer to be spiked." Sharp claws slowly trail down the thicker seekers arms as he purred.

"Is there anything in particular you'd like?"

@air-razor

She trills, lifting her helm obligingly under the barely there pressure of claws. Watching him with a hooded look. Wings ruffling as she peeps sweetly before daring to press a bit closer. Talons gently swirling over the glass of his cockpit.

One of his hands slips down to the small of her back, pulling the falcon flush against his frame. Dreadwing dips his helm and gives Air Razor a kiss.

"You were talking about something I find very interesting..."

@suckmybearings

He exvented when his subverted connection was abruptly cut from the ship's communication channel; an alert of failure flashed across his HUD when he attempted to call back. With a fissure of annoyance, the Wrecker knocked hard against the underbelly a two more times, and then continued to knock as he started walking to the front of the ship. "C'mon, hoss," Wheeljack coaxed in a loud, taunting voice, banging his fist against the steel hull with every step he took. "You're one of my girls, too. I got somethin' y'a need." As he rounded to the front and positioned himself to be seen, full-view, through the ship's windscreen, he reached down and unholstered the grenade from his hip.

"And one way or another, I'm comin' in."

The floor is at least somewhat cool, though it is rapidly heating up as it absorbs the excess off of his frame.

He's already tried the washrack, turning the flow of solvent off in favor of straight water (from the outdoor hookup), as cold as it would go. It felt nice while he was in there, but the second he stepped out, things just got hot all over again. And somehow, it just seems to be getting worse.

The unnatural revving of internal processes has transcended from profoundly needy to painful. Everything hurts, everything throbs -- Primus, even his dermal layer is aching. A breath of breeze feels like sandpaper against the Seekers extremely raw external sensors, and for a while he deeply considers trying to get to the hospital.

That thought is quickly dismissed. What is he supposed to tell them? That something in his head BROKE and he's so horny that it can't even be classified as "horny" anymore and he feels like he's going to have a fuel pump failure and a brain aneurysm all at once?

And what the FUCK is that noise?

"The intruder is still outside, captain," the Sky Claw's AI informs him.

Wheeljack. The rat bastard is outside, pounding on the underbelly of the ship.

Dreadwing groans.

"Captain," it repeats. "The intruder appears to be brandishing an explosive."

He's what. That gets his attention.

Despite his intense desire to just stay on the floor until he dies, the Seeker forces himself to his feet and lurches up towards the cockpit. It takes him four tries to type in the correct code (his hands are shaking something terrible) to unlock the port side quick-access door panel, but when he hears it click and hiss a bit, Dreadwing slams the hatch open, making it rattle on its tracks.

The ladder rungs, normally tucked seamlessly into the ships paneling, pop out when the door is opened.

"WHAT?!"

It's probably the most horrid and aggressive he has ever sounded.

"Wheeljack, if you are stupid enough to even think about setting that off, reconsider. I have enough explosive material in here to level this entire yard and half of the slagging space port across the street. Now, go away."

@air-razor

She trills, lifting her helm obligingly under the barely there pressure of claws. Watching him with a hooded look. Wings ruffling as she peeps sweetly before daring to press a bit closer. Talons gently swirling over the glass of his cockpit.

It is horny bird hours, it seems.

Dreadwing thrums and drags his clawtips along the curve of her delicate throat, enjoying the touch to his cockpit.

"Well?

Which do you prefer, Dreadwing - topping or bottoming?

Sigh.

"I... prefer to "top", most of the time. But I am not adverse to the opposite if it is what my partner wants. Sometimes it is nice to lie back and just enjoy."

Anonymously (or not) send sexual fantasies your muse has had about mine 💣🧡💦

Dreadwing smiles and steals another kiss, making sure to roll his hips forward in order to put pressure on Ghostspire's panel.

"Good," he thrums and reluctantly straightens up. "To berth, then?"

He arched eagerly into his touch, sighing happily with a chitter. Servos stroking down his arm before stretching out under him with a low purr.

"You don't have to be rough, dearspark, a drilling is just fine." Shifting his legs to spread them nice and wide for him.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 . ( nsfw edition. )

RULES: bold which option your prefer out of each of the following pairs

Bolded is a definite, Italicized is a maybe, and crossed out is a no-go!

submissive or dominant?

whips or chains? -- NEITHER

handcuffs or shibari?

pillow princess or power bottom?

voyeur or exhibitionist?

blindfolds or spreader bars?

butt plugs or vibrators?

edging or multiple rounds?

knots or ovipositor?

spanking or scratching?

ball gag or muzzle? -- NEITHER

strap on or double sided dildo? (WHAT ARE THESE, says Dreadwing)

one on one or group sex?

vanilla or kinky?

lengthy spikes or girthy spikes?

small chassis or large chassis?

ass or chests?

thighs or arms?

hot wax or knifeplay?

loud or quiet?

biting or sucking?

collars or piercings?

costumes or lingerie?

laughing & silliness during sex or intensity & power struggle during sex?

fucking a virgin or fucking someone with experience?

face to face or from behind?

phone sex or sexting?

cumming inside or cumming outside?

being filled or bukkake?

dirty talk or degradation?

role play or porn on in the background?

public edging or filming in the bedroom?

lube or raw?

video call masturbation or sexy selfies?

blood play or breath play?

face fucking or aft sex?

leather or PVC?

morning sex or evening sex?

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!

// Dreadwing is a service top.

Not mentioning for any reason at all.