Every Day I Am In Complete And Utter Awe At How Deeply Ingrained Into Transformers As A Franchise Robotfucking

👀 + Sliding my claws down your frame, over that lovely cockpit. Then sinking slowly to my knees to see if I can convince you to open up with just my mouth darling...

send 👀 + a dirty thought and/or fantasy your muse has had about mine. let's see how my muse responds.

"Convince me?"

Sharp clawtips hook under her chin and gently lift it so she's looking at him.

"As if I need convincing..."

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

🧑‍🤝‍🧑🧑‍🤝‍🧑how do they feel about having multiple partners at once? have they ever done it? 🪢do they have a kink? if so, what is it? 💸have they ever or would they ever accept money or gifts in exchange for sex? 🍆how do they feel about toys? do they have any? what’s their favorite? do they use them with partners? 🌙do they need an emotional connection or are one-night-stands an option? 🫂how do they feel about friends with benefits? 🍒how old were they when they lost their virginity? to whom? was it significant? 🏳️‍🌈what’s their sexual orientation? have they ever experimented outside of that [for more binary orientations such as heterosexual/homosexual]? 👄do they prefer oral or penetrative sex more? ↕️are they a sub, dom, or switch? top, bottom, or switch? 🛏️what’s their favorite position? 🔢what’s their body count? 🕒what’s the longest time they went without engaging in sexual activity with a partner? [masturbation doesn’t count] 👀how do they feel about voyeurism? exhibitionism? 🏬would they have sex in public? if so, how public is too public? 🤪what’s the wildest place they’ve ever done something sexual? ❤️‍🔥what’s their most erogenous zone? 💋do they like to kiss while having sex? do they cuddle afterward? 💦what’s their immediate post-orgasm reaction? 🫶what does after care look like for them?

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.

Smash or Pass Ghostspire

"...Smash."

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

Because they are.

He can do that. Dreadwing will never be the roughest or hardest of tops, but he can do firm. He can give this mech what he wants. At least, mostly.

Purring softly, he strokes the plush lips of Ghost's valve, only to take his hand away and pick him up. But he remembers the warning about his back, and sets the hunter down on the berth gently.

And slowly, he kisses his way down Ghostspire's body. Both hands palm along the insides of his thighs, and finally, he teases the mech's node with his glossa.

"Better?"

He grinned, letting his panel slide back and rocking into Dreadwings servo. His valve was soft, not quiet wet enough for a spike yet though.

"I want to be pinned down, bitten, mechhandled and fragged until I can't think." He growled, claws raking down Dreadwings arms again. He could do soft, yes, but it wasn't always what he wanted. When he fragged he wanted to forget everything but the heat and the feel of the other against him.

Leaning close and nipping the edge of an audial with a purr.

"If you think you can handle that, Dreadwing~"

He'll sleep one day. Sure, he may hallucinate first, but, eh, been there, done that.

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.

"Use my name!"

The shout is sudden, and laden with emotion.

"My name is not chief, it is not tiger, it is not champ."

They are close, now. Dreadwing leans down.

"Say my name, Wheeljack. Please."

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."

"Is everything allright? You sound... struggling. Need me to come over?"

Sorry. The old Seeker doesn't reply.