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He'll sleep one day. Sure, he may hallucinate first, but, eh, been there, done that.
There's a heavy pounding from outside the ship; someone is knocking, hard, near the locked entrance. Minutes later, after no response from you, your ship's commline system crackles to life, and a smooth, drawling voice flows through the cabin.
« Open up, chief. »
So much for trying to sleep.
"Sky Claw, I have no idea how he hacked into the comm. systems, but fix it."
"Yes, captain. Trouble-shooting."
Surely a strong warrior, such as yourself, can weather this virus. Right?
"I am WORKING on it."
"Is everything allright? You sound... struggling. Need me to come over?"
Sorry. The old Seeker doesn't reply.
Hmm, clearly.
PANTS.
Oh, but why fight it? You seem to be suffering...
Hard, heavy panting.
"I am fine."
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.
...Why is it so hot in here?
"Sky Claw. What is the temperature in the ship?"
"The current temperature is 12.04 degrees local measurement."
That is not hot.
...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.
[M!A]Was it a virus? A corrupted data packet triggering a glitch? A public software update / upgrade that'd been maliciously coded with petro-rabbit protocols? You've already heard about it across the datanet that something is spreading through the community; something that is causing your colleagues, your brethren, and even your enemies to become… vigorously amorous. You think that you got your firewalls up in time, but… what is this warmth building in your seams? [Heat Cycle M!A] [You must seek out a minimum three (3) partners to alleviate your symptoms to a manageable level.] M!A: Muse has started a week-long heat cycle! If already afflicted with a heat cycle, muse will ALSO orgasm every time someone says their name during the heat cycle.
A warning pops up on his HUD, telling of a viral strain he's not been given coding for.
Oh well. That isn't unusual. Every time he enters a new universe, he inevitably ends up in the hospital because he catches every single horrid flu they ever had. It's just ...
This isn't a new universe. Dreadwing has been coming and going for a while.
Meh.
It's probably just a cold.
[ @suckmybearings ] O V E R L O A D
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Dreadwing enjoys receiving oral more than giving it, but it isn't like he doesn't like it at all. It's one of the things he's actually very good at.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He is a very tacit mech in berth, so if you can make him loud, power to you.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
In terms of what he knows, Dreadwing is very experienced. Tactile, fingering, mouth, general penetrative interfacing in common positions -- he's been doing that for ages and has worked hard to be good at it (like everything he tries to do). But kink and heading farther south than french vanilla territory and his knowledge quickly becomes very limited.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
With the right partner, yes, Dreadwing is willing to experiment, but he prefers his risks to be limited. Risks belong on the battlefield, not in bed.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He risks being boring if he says a BERTH, but he also does like washrack sex if he can get it. Couches are also fine. Dreadwing has also been known to fuck a partner on a countertop or against a wall when the mood strikes them both.
O -- answered
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
This is where he really shines. Dreadwing does not like to skimp on aftercare, as he is, when it comes down to it, a very affectionate person. Expect cuddles, cleanup, probably tea. He isn't the sort to cause harm, but accidents happen, and he's happy to tend to the results of his claws if he accidentally draws blood. If his partner doesn't want aftercare, though, very well. He isn't overbearing about it.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He isn't sure he really has any secrets that could be considered dirty.
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."
"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."
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."
Hmph. He is horny and annoyed by this.
S P I K E //Alphabet meme (No pressure to write all)
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Dreadwing's stamina is good especially for his age. He is no spring chicken anymore, it's true, but he can still often keep up with the shenanigans of most younger mechs. Though, he has far more stam when he's topping and using his spike. He tends to come unraveled far more easily when he's using his valve, as he doesn't do it much.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Intimacy is just as important or more so even than sex itself. He can go without interface just fine, but if there is no intimate connection to his partner, his interest very quickly wanes. Dreadwing is fine with one-night stands, but in the long run, he vastly prefers emotional connection.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He doesn't have too many kinks, but one would be that he very much does enjoy threesomes and group sex, though more than four including himself and he starts getting uncomfortable.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
In terms of what he knows, Dreadwing is very experienced. Tactile, fingering, mouth, general penetrative interfacing in common positions -- he's been doing that for ages and has worked hard to be good at it (like everything he tries to do). But kink and heading farther south than french vanilla territory and his knowledge quickly becomes very limited.
What is Your Muse's Sexual Disposition?
stolen from @suckmybearings
RULES: bold which option your prefer out of each of the following pairs
Bolded is a definite, Italicized is a maybe, and crossed out is a no-go!
submissive or dominant?
whips or chains? -- NEITHER
handcuffs or shibari?
pillow princess or power bottom?
voyeur or exhibitionist?
blindfolds or spreader bars?
butt plugs or vibrators?
edging or multiple rounds?
knots or ovipositor?
spanking or scratching?
ball gag or muzzle? -- NEITHER
strap on or double sided dildo? (WHAT ARE THESE, says Dreadwing)
one on one or group sex?
vanilla or kinky?
lengthy spikes or girthy spikes?
small chassis or large chassis?
ass or chests?
thighs or arms?
hot wax or knifeplay?
loud or quiet?
biting or sucking?
collars or piercings?
costumes or lingerie?
laughing & silliness during sex or intensity & power struggle during sex?
fucking a virgin or fucking someone with experience?
face to face or from behind?
phone sex or sexting?
cumming inside or cumming outside?
being filled or bukkake?
dirty talk or degradation?
role play or porn on in the background?
public edging or filming in the bedroom?
lube or raw?
video call masturbation or sexy selfies?
blood play or breath play?
face fucking or aft sex?
leather or PVC?
morning sex or evening sex?
// as a longtime fan of the cult classic Twister, I need SOMEONE to name their NSFW sideblog "The Suck Zone"
@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.
And, dutifully, the big Seeker began to walk beside the femme, his footsteps heavy and measured.
They wind in and out of the crowd. Most of the others are drunk out of their minds, or altered by some other choice substances. It is customary for celebrations such as these.
Fireworks explode overhead, and Dreadwing flinches despite himself. He hasn't built a bomb since his last build exploded practically in his face, and though he won't admit it, he is nervous.
"I think we can dine and wine elsewhere," the Seeker rumbles. "Where are you staying? I can order us something for delivery."
She hummed, her smile widening a little as she felt his servo wrap around hers. It almost made her giggle just how much of a difference there was between their sizes - though, at the same time, other thoughts swirled through her processor that had her faceplates warming up.
Her doorwings fluttered in delight as he agreed, and she gave his servo a squeeze, "The pleasure is all mine, Dreadwing." She gave him a light tug as she started to walk, "I have to say, I'm thanking Primus for sending you - not sure how much longer I could stand being here on my own."
She laughed softly and looked up to him, giving a wink, "Now, would you like to wine and dine at the festival, or should we head out to enjoy more... private entertainment?"
@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."
// like this post if you're interested in doing a short and likely droppable nsfw thread with dreadwing for sinday!
Send a letter and I will respond with a headcanon about the ns/fw topic that corresponds to it!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (where does your muse prefer to cum/have someone cum) 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 = Favorite position (this goes without saying) G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? 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? the romantic aspect) J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) L = Location (favorite 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 fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, 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 = Toys (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, etc.) W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)