It’s A Lazy, Golden Haze Of An Early Morning. The Sort Of Morning Where Lounging In Bed Doing Next

@gladiatorsteamroom

Steamtrack wasn't much of a fan of the festival herself, but had been curious enough to come and see what it was about. Sure, there had been a few things that she enjoyed, but the crowds weren't one of them, and she hadn't expected to catch someone staring at her. She wasn't exactly sure what had given her the confidence to walk up to the seeker as she did, but she wasn't complaining either - especially with the way she had noticed him staring. He wasn't too bad of a looker himself... and he seemed familiar... Surely they had met before, right? He definitely had a build she wouldn't have forgotten easily - hadn't she run into him before? "Hey, it's alright! If it helps, I didn't mind you staring - I liked it, actually." She slipped her servo into his after trailing it down his arm, "But I am curious now if you are interested." There was a small pause before she added, "I'm Steamtrack, by the way."

Nothing about the festival is really holding his attention. Tentatively, his own claws curl around her hand, massive paw enveloping hers effortlessly. Is Dreadwing interested? Of course he is. He is neither too old for a shake nor is he dead. He just has to remind himself to be a little wary about sudden one-night stands.

Still. He has needs and it has been a while.

"Yes," he replies after a beat. "I think I would be interested. My name is Dreadwing. It is a pleasure to meet you."

aerial interfacing

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda |Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants | HOLY SHIT GIVE IT TO ME NOW Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

This is simply a logistics issue. Most from his world can't fly (or fly WELL) in root mode, so interfacing mid-air isn't even something he thinks about. Dreadwing himself is in that category, so it's a no for 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!

// Dreadwing is a service top.

Not mentioning for any reason at all.

Blurt out the first sexual fantasy or desire your muse has towards mine, no matter what it is. No consequences! SEIZE THE MOMENT! (Anons welcome!)

BONUS: if you’re off anon & someone my muse ships/already likes, they HAVE to blurt out the first sexual fantasy that comes to their mind over YOUR muse.

Dreadwing is more than welcoming when Rung makes moves to climb into his lap. He opens his arms and gets comfortable, prepared to stay for an extended period of time if the antique needs him to, only setting his big, heavy hands on Rung's back when the other settles down.

He seems upset. The Seeker doesn't like that, but holds his tongue and listens as Rung speaks his piece. The words do nothing to soothe the worried furrow of Dreadwing's brows.

"When, what?" He draws the finely knitted blanket that rests on the back of the couch down around the little orange mech's petite frame.

"Rung, that is absolute nonsense. Do you have any idea how much solace, comfort, peace, and safety you bring to so many of us? All of us vagabonds who come here can find something that we have not encountered in eons -- home. You have made something so precious to so many, in that. A home? Out here? For anyone and everyone?

"Nevermind its master. This place is safe and you make it so. How could you ever say you are not doing a good job?"

Dreadwing whuffles softly through his vents.

"But you give too much, sometimes. No one, no one, deserves anything if it comes at your own cost. If no one else can do what you do, but you do not want to do what you do, then that is your answer. Nothing you could give, absolutely nothing, will ever mitigate your right to your own autonomy and no one has any right to make you feel guilty for that. Not even yourself."

He smiles softly and runs the softer pad of his clawed thumb along Rung's cheek, under his optic.

"Everything is going to be okay, my dear friend. I will do everything in my power to make it so."

Oh, the bitter irony in his insistence. If Rung wasn’t here to be devoured, that specter of the thing that called itself Unicron would not linger so often, telling him so—

He sniffles and unfolds from his squished up position against the arm of the sofa to instead gingerly start nudging his way into Dreadwing’s lap. The flightframe is warm, and his spark is steady, and Rung really does trust him with his life, with Elegy’s life. Dreadwing is dear company.

“I honestly don’t know,” Rung admits after a moment, half-hidden against the bulk of Dreadwing’s chassis. “I came back to the Temple because I had nowhere else I knew how to be. I treasure everyone who comes to visit, who stays, who just passes through. I mean it. I just have this feeling like I’m not… like I’m missing something and I’m not doing a good job and I don’t know why. Reverting back to how things were with the Council would be wrong— as you say, the easy way is not always the right way— but at the same time, I don’t think anyone else can- can do what I do. What is my responsibility in this regard? What are the boundaries of ethics and duty of care when— when—”

And, of course, she is welcome in his ship and in his berth. Dreadwing thrums deep in his chest, fluffing the pillows and blankets of his nest around her.

"I am old, but not yet dead, my dear," he purrs. "I will ensure to give you a run for your shanix."

@sin-cxde continued x

" I may get just little too comfortable... right here. And then you will have I, distracting you from everything else all night. Keep your claws busy. Sure you can handle it? "

@ghostlyvisage Well don't mind if he do- Just gonna settle himself real close to the bigger seeker, not quiet sitting on his lap. Stretching out slightly and grinning. "Yyyeeeessss?"

Dreadwing pulls Ghostspire closer, strong hands gripping.

"Do you consent? I am not especially exciting, but I am interested in ....engaging with you. And, as always, consent can be withdrawn by either party. So fear not."

@ghostlyvisage

A low, happy purr from the flightless seeker as armor flairs out and rattles quietly. "If your willing to give it.. a taste of your spike and a nice, hard frag..." Returning the nip as claws trace along his frame. "Think you'll be able to indulge me?"

One big bear paw of a hand lifts and gently, very gently runs over Ghost's back, playing lightly with seams.

"If that is what you want, I can give it. "

...well, it's his turn to be 'horny on main', as the kids say these days.