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send 👀 + a dirty thought and/or fantasy your muse has had about mine. let's see how my muse responds.
your muse = sender, my muse = receiver.
sexual tension prompts.
i deleted my old blog by mistake, so i’m revamping these!! if you want to reverse them, add a +, like so: [ PIN ] + and the roles will switch! these prompts are inspired by THIS MEME! they’re designed for all muses, regardless of whether they’ve interacted before or not!
[ PIN ] : sender pins receiver against a wall.
[ HANDS ] : our muses’ hands touch. (anything from grazing past or the hand holding content we all deserve.)
[ GAZE ] : sender watches receiver from across a crowded room.
[ GUIDE ] : in order to guide the receiver, sender presses a hand against the small of their back.
[ INVITE ] : sender asks receiver into a private room with nobody else present.
[ TOUCH ] : our muses touching one another discreetly but intimately in a public setting.
[ LICK ] : sender licks something from their thumb or lips in front of receiver.
[ SLEEVES ] : sender rolls up their sleeves to reveal their forearms.
[ SMIRK ] : while interacting with receiver, sender can’t resist a smirk.
[ NECKLACE ] : sender fastens a necklace around receiver’s neck, leaning in close to do so.
[ CLOSE ] : our muses are in a position which leads to the sender stepping intimately closer to the receiver.
[ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, sender unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline.
[ DANCE ] : our muses dance together in close quarters.
[ DEFEND ] : sender physically intervenes between receiver and a source of unwanted attention.
[ TEXT ] : sender texts intimate content to receiver.
[ PHONE ] : while on the phone with receiver, sender flirts teasingly during the call.
[ BEHIND ] : unexpectedly, sender arrives close to receiver from behind, taking them by surprise.
[ WET ] : our muses find one another in a torrential downpour of rain, both soaking wet.
[ LEAN ] : sender leans tantalisingly close to receiver to retrieve something or catch their attention.
[ LOOK ] : sender initiates intense eye contact with receiver.
[ ALONE ] : our muses find one another alone in an isolated setting.
[ ASK ] : sender asks receiver if they’re single.
[ WHISPER ] : sender leans close to receiver’s ear in order to whisper something to them.
[ BRUSH ] : sender reaches forward to brush a strand of receiver’s hair from their eyes.
[ STEADY ] : sender steadies receiver by placing their hands on their waist when the receiver almost falls against them.
[ SMILE ] : sender begins to grin at something the receiver is saying, like a big unstoppable grin.
[ PULL ] : sender pulls receiver into their side as they’re walking together.
[ STRADDLE ] : while sparring, sender gains the upper hand and pins the receiver in place, straddling their waist in the process.
[ BLADE ] : sender, having been enemies with the receiver, places a knife to their throat, but does nothing else.
[ STARE ] : while the receiver is speaking, the sender’s gaze drifts to their lips.
[ UNDERCOVER ] : while pretending to be a couple for the sake of a mission or other purpose, sender and receiver find themselves giving a Remarkably Convincing performance that leaves them questioning how platonic they really are.
[ AFTER ] : sender has just impulsively and passionately kissed the receiver without any warning nor apparent reason. how does the receiver respond?
[ REMARK ] : after someone passes a remark on what a cute couple the seemingly platonic sender and receiver are, the sender casts a meaningful glance at the receiver, expecting them to say something about it first.
[ PHOTOGRAPH ] : as someone volunteers to take a picture of them on a day out, sender instinctively wraps an arm around the receiver to steady them, holding them close for a photo that turns out to be more romantic than they were expecting.
[ CHALLENGE ] : after the receiver teasingly suggests that the sender is a terrible kisser, sender immediately and fervently proves them wrong with a long, passionate kiss that leaves the receiver taking back what they said.
[ LANGUAGE ] : sender begins to speak seductively and fluently with the receiver in another language.
[ CONSTANT ] : after days/weeks/months/years of endless flirting back and forth, sender finally dares the receiver to go beyond flirting and break the tensions between them properly.
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."
Dreadwing is entirely about consent. There are SO MANY things he will try if all parties are consenting. This also means that consent can be taken away at any given time for any reason or no reason at all.
hunting / ambushing
Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants | Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both
Now this? Consentually, this he can get behind. Whether he is the predator or the prey, he can, and will, play this game if his partner wants it.
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.
praising / being praised
Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants | Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both
Praise also has its place! He doesn't get off on it, per se, but being told one is doing their job well is always nice, isn't it?
overload denial
Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants | Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both
Edging has its place, though his patience for it is very limited.
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.
being restrained
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
Dreadwing hasn't really done much of this! With the right partner, he's willing to experiment.
choking
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
Sorry, anon. It doesn't really do anything for him either way.
dubious consent
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
"No. My partners have to know they want it, and so do I."
Aft play
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
"...What even is that?"
"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.
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."
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
In the spirit of Sexual Sunday, feel free to send 💞 + any dirty questions you may have for them on anon, and they HAVE to answer honestly!
Send me a Character and I'll tell you if my Muse would sleep with them
Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!
𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
key words were relationship, tension, denial and romance, forbidden. there are 69 mid flirtacious and then 69 explicit prompts. you can change names and pronouns as you see fit.
69 Flirtatious to Explicit Dialogue Prompts:
"You know, I've always been drawn to people who are dangerous."
"You keep looking at me like that, and I might start thinking you're interested."
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were flirting with me."
"Your lips look... distracting."
"Do you really want me to leave, or are you just saying that?"
"How close do I have to get before you admit you want me here?"
"Careful, if you keep touching me like that, I might forget we're just talking."
"It's hard to focus when you're sitting so close."
"I don't bite... unless you ask nicely."
"You think I didn't notice the way you've been staring all night?"
"I wonder what you'd do if I kissed you right now."
"There's something about the way you say my name..."
"I bet you'd look even better out of that outfit."
"Don't you think it's a bit hot in here? Or is that just you?"
"I love the way your skin feels against mine."
"If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so."
"You're making it very hard to behave."
"How much longer are we going to pretend there's nothing here?"
"I can feel your heart racing. You're not as calm as you're pretending to be."
"You think you're the only one who can't stop thinking about this?"
"You keep teasing, but we both know where this is going."
"Is this really what you want? Because once I start, I won't be able to stop."
"I love the way you blush when I get close."
"Do you always flirt with danger, or is this just for me?"
"There's something I want to do, but I'm not sure you're ready for it."
"You can try to resist me, but we both know how this ends."
"Your body tells me everything your words don't."
"I dare you to come just a little bit closer."
"You're tempting me in ways you don't even realize."
"What if I told you I’ve been thinking about you all day?"
"Let me show you just how good this could be."
"I've been waiting all night to get you alone."
"The way you're looking at me... it's almost like you're daring me."
"You don't have to say anything, but your body is speaking for you."
"You know where this is headed, right?"
"I’ve been patient, but I’m not sure how much longer I can wait."
"Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you."
"What if I kissed you right here? Would you stop me?"
"I can't stop thinking about the way you'd feel under me."
"You want me, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes."
"If you're going to tease me, at least be ready for the consequences."
"Every time you touch me, it’s like you’re daring me to lose control."
"It’s not fair the way you make me feel when you’re this close."
"I want to hear you say you want me."
"Don’t be shy. You can tell me what you’ve been thinking."
"You know, I love the way you taste."
"Your skin is so soft… I can’t wait to explore more."
"I can feel how much you want this."
"What if I told you I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time?"
"Are you going to keep teasing me, or are you finally going to do something about it?"
"The way you tremble when I touch you... I could get used to that."
"We shouldn’t... but it’s the only thing I can think about."
"You're playing with fire, and we both know how this ends."
"I want to hear you moan my name."
"Your lips are driving me crazy... I can’t take it anymore."
"If you keep this up, I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands."
"I can’t stop imagining the way you'd feel pressed against me."
"Tell me you want this as much as I do."
"I love the way your breath hitches when I get closer."
"We both know this is inevitable, don’t we?"
"I’ve been thinking about you all night. It’s time to make those thoughts a reality."
"You're making it very hard to resist you."
"Do you like the way I make you feel?"
"All I can think about is what comes next."
"I want to feel every inch of you."
"You don’t have to say a word. Just show me how much you want this."
"I love the way your body reacts when I touch you."
"I’ve been patient long enough. Now it’s my turn."
"If you’re ready, I’ll give you everything you’ve been waiting for."
50 Actions from Flirtatious to Explicit:
Brushing their hand lightly against the other's as they talk.
Gently placing a hand on their lower back, guiding them through a crowded room.
Leaning in close enough to whisper, but not touching.
Tracing the outline of their lips with a fingertip.
Lightly tugging on their shirt, pulling them closer.
Running fingers through their hair, grazing the scalp just enough to leave them breathless.
Pressing a knee against theirs under the table, keeping eye contact.
Letting a hand linger on their shoulder just a second too long.
Grazing lips against the curve of their ear, barely touching.
Running a hand up their arm, tracing the muscles.
Slipping fingers under their collar, teasing the edge of their neckline.
Gently trailing fingertips down their spine.
Squeezing their hand just a little tighter while walking.
Holding their gaze, slowly licking their lips.
Lightly biting their lip after a kiss, pulling back with a smirk.
Tucking a strand of their hair behind their ear, letting fingers brush the skin.
Pinning them against a wall, hands braced on either side.
Pressing their lips softly to the back of their hand.
Gripping their waist, pulling them into an embrace that lingers just a bit too long.
Brushing their lips along the side of their neck, testing their reaction.
Grazing a thumb over their pulse point.
Tugging at their belt, teasing without going further.
Running hands over their chest, tracing patterns through their clothes.
Slowly sliding a hand down their arm, interlacing fingers.
Leaning in, breath hot against their lips before pulling away.
Letting fingertips dance along their jawline.
Sinking teeth lightly into their shoulder, marking them gently.
Running a hand along the curve of their hip, squeezing slightly.
Sliding a hand up the inside of their thigh, stopping just short of their goal.
Whispering close to their ear while caressing the nape of their neck.
Lightly nipping at their earlobe before kissing a path down their neck.
Letting hands roam over their body, exploring curves and planes.
Pressing a hand flat against their chest, feeling their heartbeat speed up.
Hooking fingers into the waistband of their pants, pulling them closer.
Tucking a thumb under their chin, lifting their face for a kiss.
Pulling them into a heated kiss, hands gripping their hair.
Slipping hands beneath their shirt, caressing their bare skin.
Sliding a hand between their thighs, applying gentle pressure.
Tugging them closer by the waistband, teasing with a slow grind.
Nuzzling against their neck, inhaling their scent before lightly biting.
Guiding their hands to roam, showing them where they can touch.
Tracing patterns on their skin with lips and teeth, leaving a trail of heat.
Grabbing their hips and pulling them flush against their body.
Letting fingers slide under their clothes, exploring sensitive spots.
Wrapping arms around them, hands pressing into their back as they kiss.
Grazing a hand over their thigh, applying slow, deliberate pressure.
Tugging at their shirt, lips grazing their collarbone.
Teasing them with soft kisses down their chest, going lower.
Gently pushing them back onto the bed, lips following their descent.
Wrapping a leg around theirs, pulling them closer for an even deeper kiss.
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
MORE SPIKES AND VALVES HELL YEAH
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
In the spirit of Sexual Sunday, feel free to send 💞 + any dirty questions you may have for them on anon, and they HAVE to answer honestly!
MORE SPIKES AND VALVES HELL YEAH
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
Anonymously send my muse a wet dream. Make them feel horny or fluster when they’re awake.
Consider him commanded.
Dreadwing is not shy, not when he is in private with someone he loves. He starts at Arcee's gorgeous neck and moves down slowly, kissing and nipping cables and lines along her throat and shoulder. He ravishes her chest in attention, moving down along her lovely abdomen, leaving nothing untouched.
But he pauses before going lower. A teasing moment.
"Am I warming you appropriately, my dear?"
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...?"
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. "
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? "
" So, has your berth room for one more? I don't take too much space."
"For you? Always."