" So, Has Your Berth Room For One More? I Don't Take Too Much Space."

Random headcanon time:

Dreadwing doesn't always read signals well. He is not great with subtle hints, and doesn't always catch little implications (except when he is with a long-term partner where they are well established). He is also deeply concerned with consent, and these things in combination can mean he can be a bit of a nervous lover. Therefore he requires a certain level of clarity and open-ness with someone he has never slept with before. He wants a conversation first: what do you want, what are your no's, here's what I want, here my no's. A partner who has alot of coy, subtle behavior as part of their personality sometimes gives Dreadwing problems. Not intentionally, not maliciously, but if they start acting wishy-washy and he can't figure out what they want, he gets anxious, starts second-guessing, and backs off. It's just how he is. So long as he knows, it's fine. You can even be sexy about it; just whisper all those dirty, nasty things you want him to do to you and he's on board.

The big Seeker purrrrrrrrs against her mouth, jet engines whirring as he returns Air Razor's kiss. His field, kept close to him frame, tangles with hers and enthusiastically shares in her hunger.

Those claws of hers slide lower...

Dreadwing seems to think about it. "Mmm... I will allow it... but only if you let me return the favor after, my sweet."

" Oh really? I wouldn't know why-" One of her arms slides around his neck. Anchoring herself to him as she kisses him with eagerness. Nibbling on the lower part of his lip plate. Wings flaring slightly with want as her free claws skate a little lower," Though I would ever so love to show you some appreciation my handsome dear." Nuzzling him as she tries to look as cute as possibly. She's certain she's ruining it with how eager her field is brushing to his own.

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!

👀 + “I’ve thought about running my servos over your frame and admiring you. I’ve also thought about having you loom over me while you thrust into me or maybe even me riding you like my life depends on it. But those thoughts will stay fantasy since we admittedly aren’t very familiar yet. I’m not the most patient fireball, but I’ll try to be.”

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

"Patience is a virtue, they say. It makes achieving one's goals that much sweeter."

// like this post if you're interested in doing a short and likely droppable nsfw thread with dreadwing for sinday!

How do you want to frag? Would you prefer to top or bottom? Rough and fast or soft and gentle?

"That depends on my mood. I can do either. In all ways."

Consider him commanded.

Dreadwing is not shy, not when he is in private with someone he loves. He starts at Arcee's gorgeous neck and moves down slowly, kissing and nipping cables and lines along her throat and shoulder. He ravishes her chest in attention, moving down along her lovely abdomen, leaving nothing untouched.

But he pauses before going lower. A teasing moment.

"Am I warming you appropriately, my dear?"

Dreadwing can't help but shudder at those slim, lithe fingers of hers, little clawtips getting into his armor. He wastes little time, leaning down to catch her mouth in a hot, fierce kiss. "I can do that. Now... where would you like my mouth first...?"

I can’t let motherfuckers know I got desires or they’ll think I suck

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

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

"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."