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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!

The pause is brief as bright scarlet stares into intense Caribbean blue. The lowering of the helm isn't exactly submission -- Wheeljack doesn't submit -- and instead it serves as a warning, like a bull brandishing its horns.

But, he did as Dreadwing asked.

The Seeker turns away, removing himself from the white grounder's personal space without further incident. He even avoids smacking the other with his wing tip as he goes, instead tucking it down just the tiniest of breaths in order to do so (shush, Wrecker, you saw nothing -- Dreadwing is infamous for his mute, stone-still wings).

Sighing, he returns to the lawn chair sitting at the bottom of the Sky Claw's cargo ramp.

'.. Pardon?'

The question echoed throughout his helm as he stared with widened azure optics, naked bewilderment painted over his features.

His flared optic ridges gradually furrowed and his gaze searched the mech's golden fascia and crimson optics, trying to ascertain where this sudden urgency was coming from.

He lowered his helm a little, glowering at the Seeker from under his crest.

".. Pretty sure 'say my name' is my line," he said, his voice lowering into a rumbling timbre of further warning—

"—Dreadwing."

// do not perceive me and my sins

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."

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...?"

She climbs on to the huge nest, crawling closer. Past all comforts, of berth, she finds a good seat upper on his lap, and small digits already find the seams of his armor.

" Hmm. You're very much running, I can tell. I can feel. But I might be in need of some convincing..." she grins, letting hand set over where she can feel the engine. " of course I could help, with a little jump-start, if needed. "

Dreadwing smiles and steals another kiss, making sure to roll his hips forward in order to put pressure on Ghostspire's panel.

"Good," he thrums and reluctantly straightens up. "To berth, then?"

He arched eagerly into his touch, sighing happily with a chitter. Servos stroking down his arm before stretching out under him with a low purr.

"You don't have to be rough, dearspark, a drilling is just fine." Shifting his legs to spread them nice and wide for him.

@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."

@air-razor

It has been a lovely, quiet evening.

Air Razor had cooked something that was, as always, the best thing Dreadwing had ever tasted bar none. She was like magic in his little kitchen -- ingredients went in, and mouth-watering, delicious delicacies came out via what the Seeker could only assume was witchcraft.

Dinner, wine, and a couple of movies have gone by, seeing both of them comfortably reclined on the deep sofa he keeps in the cargo bay. Dreadwing has created a little entertainment area, with a vidscreen, a nice soft couch built for two, maybe three mechs his size, and soft lighting. It is getting a bit late, though neither he nor the falcon seem to mind.

Is this what being happy is like?

Dreadwing thrums and picks up one of her hands, gently kissing her knuckles absently.

Hmph. He is horny and annoyed by this.