...Hmph. That's odd.
Oh, wait. He felt this way the other day and never did do anything about it. Oh well. His libido is easy to ignore.
Ugh, Primus.
"In this moment? If I am compelled to share, then... I wish for someone else to do the work. Most importantly, I want someone to want to do the work. Oral, a ride, ... there. Does that please you?"
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!
verbally degrading / being verbally degraded
Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants | Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both
Dreadwing will not tolerate this behavior in the slightest. It's a HARD turn-off.
He's straddling him and giving Dreadwing a firm, hungry kiss.
Oof - !
Dreadwing looks up, then sits up on an elbow to return the kiss hotly. Someone seemed to read his mind.
Using sharp teeth, he nips at Ghost's mouth. "I take it you would like something...?"
It’s a lazy, golden haze of an early morning. The sort of morning where lounging in bed doing next to nothing is only made better by sharing it with someone else. Rung’s glasses have been forgotten on the nearby table, but he’s shifted from recharging against your side to straddling your undercarriage, thighs pushed wide apart around your far larger frame.
His servos are warm from being held in yours, and careful, too, as they trace along seams and parting lines.
When he stretches up for a kiss, his bared valve rubs against your armor with a wet squeak that makes him laugh and shift back to lick at the smear he’s left behind.
“I’ll fix it,” Rung promises, servos wandering lower to caress your hip-joints, your modesty plating, as he ends up between your legs, sea-green optics glowing. “You just relax, brightspark. You do so much already.”
It was... such a good night.
Dreadwing has taken his time with Rung. There has been no hurry. It is true that the blue and gold Seeker comes and goes, and there is always the chance that he may come across some obstacle in the multiverse that that he cannot overcome. But, in his opinion, that maybe was never worth rushing things.
The little orange mech has his family -- his support system. He has Megatron and Elegy and countless other close ties and friends. If anything were to happen to Dreadwing, Rung would be okay. He never doubts this.
So... he has allowed himself this comfort.
As is his nature, Dreadwing had lavished Rung in attention. Helm to pede, he'd smothered him in touches and love, and had received the same -- they're both service partners in their own way. But it was nice. They had spent the night tangled together, giving and taking in equal measures until the lines blurred and neither of them knew which way was up. All they could do was feel.
And then they rested, until the soft purple-blue of dawn stains the sky and casts the room in a balmy, inky light.
Unlike Rung, Dreadwing has no removable privacy panels; his retract, slotting away with a thought, so the concept of leaving one's underwear off (as it were) is foreign to him. Thus, the wet squeak catches him off guard, forcing a chortle from his frame.
He will be stealing that kiss regardless.
"There is nothing to fix," the Seeker rumbles in his deep timbre, optics low, like a wine dark sea.
"Good morning."
@sparkchamber
The knots continue on. I assume the knot inflates through energon being pumped straight into it through the fuel lines. I'll maybe draw it in its regular form at some point. Whenever that will be I blame bad dragon for the knot idea, but also thanking them for pushing my spike and valve designs. Alien genitals gotta look weird
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..."
@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."