A Soft Whuff Leaves His Rib Vents As Ghost Gets To Work. He Did Spot That Flash Of Fang, And Bares His

Can't sleep the clowns will eat him.

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!

Mm fuck you hm? Well a bit crude. But I can take a little rough. I'd love to tie you down for a bit. Stretch out that great big frame of yours. Spread out my wings to block out the light. So it is only us- Drag my talons over your chest. Tease and test every little seam I could find. Press kisses over your face. Down your throat. Leaving bites against the cables there. Then down your chest to follow my servos. Perhaps I could leave some pretty lines in your paint? That way others will know you are marked. I want to watch you strain for my touch. I want to hear your voice rumble with want. And I want to slowly, carefully, take my time fitting that lovely spike of yours into myself. You did say you'd let me perch on you as a throne hm`? Then a nice slow ride. Watching the expressions you'd make.

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

Dreadwing.exe has stopped working. Would you like to:

[wait for the program to respond]

[force stop now without saving]

He wants that. Very very much. Even if he's not sure about the being tied up part.

Smash or Pass Optimus big mech? Smash or Pass Me~ for that matter

"...Based on political leanings, pass on the Prime. Based on looks? ... 50/50."

"And you? You are cute, but I do not know you."

...He doesn't feel so good.

They are both broken creatures, it seems. Dreadwing nods, venting softly against Ghost's mouth. Still, there's something at the back of his mind, nagging, bothering, like a splinter in a joint. Big hands spread out along the hunter's back, feeling scars and evidence of prior damage, but there's something particular about it.

The Something comes a bit more to the forefront, even as he runs his sharp teeth along the mech's chestplates and collar. Deft talons run along those seams, but now he's paying attention to the details. Gaps, sensors, placement... it all seems so... familiar.

It feels like wings.

"Ghostspire," he ventures, rumbling voice soft, running his glossa up the curve of the other's throat.

"...Did you have wings?"

The touches to her back get Dreadwing a soft moan as claws find the dips and gaps were his wings used to be. The surface sensors were clean enough to be able to be sensitive to changes still, and the touch was enough to make him shudder and arch. Claws twitch against the others wings, eagerly returning the mechs kiss.

"Of course, and be mindful of my back, hmm? You can touch, just try not to throw me on it." Claws trailed from his wings down to his sides, starting to search for sensitive spots on the mech.

Ghostspire certainly makes himself at home, but Dreadwing hardly minds. It is rare for the Seeker to have guests over in the personal sections of the Sky Claw, given what has happened in the past, but he has gotten to know Ghost at least a little. Hopefully the mech won't rob him blind.

"Thank you. I have cushions and blankets from all sorts of universes," Dreadwing replies, sitting down on the edge of the berth. With the other mech spread out like this and so eager he was practically radiating it, it makes it easy for the former Decepticon to run a palm down Ghost's belly to his panel.

"I know what you want, but you did mention something. Something about a taste. Is that still on the table?"

He had to duck a little to fit, but he eagerly slipped into the berth and stretched out, spreading himself nice and wide for him. Sinking into the berth, and the nest with a soft groan.

"Ohh, oh your nest is comfortable..." He purred low in his chassis, settling comfortably.

It had all the perfect points to comfortably cradle sensitive joints and spots. And spread out like this.. if he wasn't so needy he would be falling asleep.

Dreadwing very much likes knowing when a partner is enjoying his touch, and sound is a relatively reliable source of information. But not on it's own. The body has tells as well, with how it moves, and Ghost isn't being secretive. The gripping of sheets, the feeling of strong heavy legs around his frame... claws at his helm.

The Seeker pulls back to give the hunter's node a kiss, only to bite the top of one of his thighs -- enough to pinch, but not enough to draw blood.

"Lovely view," he murmurs, licking the spot his teeth scraped.

His helm fell back and he moaned, low and long as thighs twitch and legs curled around the seeker. Arching and pressing more onto his glossa, claws twisting into the sheets and shivering. It had been awhile since anyone had bothered (or since he let anyone) to pay close attention to his valve.

His valve quickly became slick under Dreadwings glossa, clenching eagerly around him and shivering. He felt good, finding nodes that didn't get touched often. One servo reached up and grabbed the Seekers helm, lightly clawing the back of it as he shuddered and moaned.

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