"Dreadwing? Hello? I Brought The Rumikub Set! Oh, And Some Tea That Ratchet Recommended. We Still On

"Dreadwing? Hello? I brought the Rumikub set! Oh, and some tea that Ratchet recommended. We still on for today?"

At first, there is no answer. The Sky Claw II looms ominously, all dark plating, sharp curves and knifelike spires. Primus only knew where Dreadwing had gotten his beloved starship -- he's usually rather moot on the subject.

But then, among the distant din of the nearby busy spaceport, one particular engine sound gets louder and closer.

"Dreadwing? Hello? I Brought The Rumikub Set! Oh, And Some Tea That Ratchet Recommended. We Still On

Dreadwing banks overhead, spiraling down to bleed off speed before transforming and landing to the aft of his ship.

"Sky Claw, cargo bay ramp, please."

"Of course."

"Thank you." And finally, the Seeker actually notices the scout. Wait. What day is it? Ah, slag.

"I dislike admitting forgetting appointments, but here we are." Silver claws gesture to the now lowered ramp up into the lower parts of the vessel. "I hope I did not keep you waiting long."

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10 months ago

Anonymously (or not) send sexual fantasies your muse has had about mine ๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’ฆ


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7 months ago

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.


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1 month ago

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.


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5 months ago

"You keep looking at me like that, and I might start thinking you're interested." + Slowly sliding a hand down their arm, interlacing fingers.

It is some sort of festival. Dreadwing isn't sure exactly what it is for, but the particular section of the sky being closed off, and the bright explosions of color from the fireworks, attracts his attention.

He knows he'd be just as happy staying in, but ... in some self-aware way, he also knows that he should not completely sequester himself from society. The Seeker decides he will go down, have a drink or two, and see what there is to see.

"You Keep Looking At Me Like That, And I Might Start Thinking You're Interested." + Slowly Sliding A

Evidently, Dreadwing had been staring. He starts a bit despite himself, heat flushing his faceplates a little in embarrassment. But... he does not pull away. Where does he know her from?

"Ah," he finally manages through a tight throat. "I apologize. I should not have been staring."

2 months ago

He is horny.


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5 months ago

Send in Kinks and My muse will rate them.

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants |

Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both


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6 months ago

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? "

4 months ago

There seems to be a certain wrecker femme that could use a loving touch if one knows what one means

( @gladiatorsteamroom )

No.

He can control his urges. Dreadwing is not accepting any messages at the moment.


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5 months ago

Which do you prefer, Dreadwing - topping or bottoming?

Which Do You Prefer, Dreadwing - Topping Or Bottoming?

Sigh.

"I... prefer to "top", most of the time. But I am not adverse to the opposite if it is what my partner wants. Sometimes it is nice to lie back and just enjoy."

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