Flash Fiction Fills Take 40 (Part One)
a/n: First half of the flash fiction fills. Voila! The second one is NSFW so beware. :)
For dellessa
Prompt: ShockwavexBumblebee, now would be a good time to run (TFA)
Fandom: Transformers Animated, post-series. Warnings: violence, light OOC?
Becoming a member of the Elite Guard wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Saving Earth and Cybertron from Decepticon incursion wasn't enough. Oh, no. It was barely a boost to get him started at the lowest, entry level.
Essentially, guard duty.
Primus was he bored.
Maintaining space bridges was more entertaining than guarding prisoners. Even the high security ones like Lugnut and Blitzwing barely gave him a thrill. The Elite Guard kept them so doped on processor sedatives that the 'Cons just sat there and drooled, so to speak.
Optimus and Bulkhead, at least, were being kept busy in various arenas of Cybertron. Optimus was vying for Magnus and Bulkhead was working with the space bridges. Ratchet had his servos full of patients. Even Sari had something to occupy herself.
Bumblebee felt a little bit like he'd been kicked aside. So much for being a war hero.
Primus, he was bored.
Until the riot and the infiltration and the prisoner escape. Then Bumblebee found himself outnumbered, outclassed, and staring into Shockwave's lone optic.
Only Megatron would have been more terrifying.
Now would be a good time to run, Bumblebee thought, ice sloughing through his lines and a tremble wobbling his actuators.
He stood his ground, like an idiot. He was a member of the Elite Guard, frag it! He would not be--
Whoa!
Shockwave was fast, faster than Bumblebee remembered. He hit the wall with a frame-jarring splat, chassis crumpled inward from the blow. His optical feed fritzed, gyros unstablized and he slid toward the floor. He tried to right himself, get his pedes underneath him, but his limbs flopped about like a landed fish.
Digits curled around his throat, pulling him up, scraping his backplate against the wall behind him in a jarring shriek of metal on metal. Bumblebee twisted; Shockwave's grip tightened.
Shockwave leaned closer, optic inches from Bumblebee's faceplate, until all Bumblebee could see was that eerie, Decepticon red.
“Hmm,” Shockwave said, like a scientist studying a new specimen. “You'll do.”
Bumblebee powered up his stingers, not liking that look in Shockwave's optic one bit. His spark clenched in fear.
He'd heard about what happened to Blurr.
He really should have run when he had the chance.
For mistress_pirate
Prompt: TatsukixSoifon, blindfold
Fandom: Bleach. Warnings: NSFW, blindfold
Her wrists were not bound, but she held them above her head anyway. The submission was both voluntary and symbolic.
The blindfold, however, was real. It looped over her eyes several times and was tied in a firm knot behind her head. The fact it was the obi from her shihakushou was unexpectedly arousing.
Around her was a warm silence. Soifon controlled her breathing, on alert for any possible sound. She waited with decreasing patience, anticipation a hot, heavy coil inside her. There wasn't so much as a breath of movement, a disturbance of air, to brush across her naked skin either.
“Do you plan to keep me waiting all night?” Soifon growled.
A soft chuckle spilled into the room. “Nope. Just long enough to make you antsy.”
There was a definite pause, the scrape of a footstep against the wood floor. “I think I've succeeded,” her lover added.
Soifon clamped her lips shut. Her fingers twitched where she clasped her own wrists. Now that she knew she was being observed, she refused to be caught out.
“Aww,” Tatsuki purred and Soifon imagined she had one of those fake pouts on, too. “Don't be like that. I like to hear you snipe at me.”
Her lips pressed into a thin line, refusing to rise to the bait.
Something trickles down her side, just a bare brush of fingertips, nearly a tickle. Soifon forced her body into stillness, to keep herself from startling.
“Would it be better if I did this?” Tatsuki asked.
Breath brushed against Soifon's ear, warm and moist. Her skin prickled, reaitsu flickering out of control for all of a moment.
“Or this?”
Palms flattened against her bare belly, warm and soft. The touch, at first, was light, but it firmed as Tatsuki slid her hands upward and cupped the light weight of Soifon's breasts. Her breathing quickened, goosebumps rising over her arms and belly. Thumbs swept over her tightened nipples.
Soifon shivered.
“Mmm. You liked that.”
A warm body pressed against her from behind, the softness of Tatsuki's breasts on her back. Lips brushed over the nape of her neck.
“See?” Tatsuki murmured, lips and exhalations teasing the back of Soifon's neck. “It's not so bad. Giving up control, that is.”
Soifon swallowed thickly. “That remains to be seen.”
Tatsuki's reiatsu brimmed with amusement, one hand lifting to pluck at the edge of Soifon's blindfold. “Or not seen in this case.”
“Not funny.”
“I thought it was.”
Soifon's fingers clenched and unclenched. “Your sense of humor leaves much to be desired.”
“Testy, testy.” Her hand dropped and Soifon felt it again, brushing over her abdomen before sliding lower, teasing at the juncture of her thighs. “What about this? You like this part?”
Soifon shifted just enough to part her thighs, a wordless invitation, insides coiling with anticipation and need.
“Thought so.” Tatsuki sounded ridiculously smug. “Let's see what else you like. And if I'm lucky, maybe I can coax out a moan or two.” She nibbled across Soifon's shoulders. “We've got all night.”
a/n: Sorry for the radio silence on my end, guys. Writing time is still as slim as ever and right now, my brain is being consumed by this TF fic. It was supposed to be a short oneshot, maybe 5K words max. Well, it's now at least two parts, already past 15K and not even halfway done. *sigh*
Looks like I'll be doing Castle of Glass for the SciFiBigBang though it's only winning by one vote. I'll wait until March 1st for the final ruling.
In the meantime, I'm still working on my original fics. Expect to see updates on that front. I've finally worked out several plot hitches so now I just need to put fingers to the keyboard. I'm also going to pull up either Critical Mass or War Without End: Thundercracker, see which one tugs at me hardest (I'm thinking Critical Mass since the upcoming TFP:S3 is making me all giddy)
And so I babble. Last two flash fiction to come soon!
This entry was originally posted at http://dracoqueen22.dreamwidth.org/215213.html. Feel free to comment wherever you find most convenient.
For dellessa
Prompt: ShockwavexBumblebee, now would be a good time to run (TFA)
Fandom: Transformers Animated, post-series. Warnings: violence, light OOC?
Becoming a member of the Elite Guard wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Saving Earth and Cybertron from Decepticon incursion wasn't enough. Oh, no. It was barely a boost to get him started at the lowest, entry level.
Essentially, guard duty.
Primus was he bored.
Maintaining space bridges was more entertaining than guarding prisoners. Even the high security ones like Lugnut and Blitzwing barely gave him a thrill. The Elite Guard kept them so doped on processor sedatives that the 'Cons just sat there and drooled, so to speak.
Optimus and Bulkhead, at least, were being kept busy in various arenas of Cybertron. Optimus was vying for Magnus and Bulkhead was working with the space bridges. Ratchet had his servos full of patients. Even Sari had something to occupy herself.
Bumblebee felt a little bit like he'd been kicked aside. So much for being a war hero.
Primus, he was bored.
Until the riot and the infiltration and the prisoner escape. Then Bumblebee found himself outnumbered, outclassed, and staring into Shockwave's lone optic.
Only Megatron would have been more terrifying.
Now would be a good time to run, Bumblebee thought, ice sloughing through his lines and a tremble wobbling his actuators.
He stood his ground, like an idiot. He was a member of the Elite Guard, frag it! He would not be--
Whoa!
Shockwave was fast, faster than Bumblebee remembered. He hit the wall with a frame-jarring splat, chassis crumpled inward from the blow. His optical feed fritzed, gyros unstablized and he slid toward the floor. He tried to right himself, get his pedes underneath him, but his limbs flopped about like a landed fish.
Digits curled around his throat, pulling him up, scraping his backplate against the wall behind him in a jarring shriek of metal on metal. Bumblebee twisted; Shockwave's grip tightened.
Shockwave leaned closer, optic inches from Bumblebee's faceplate, until all Bumblebee could see was that eerie, Decepticon red.
“Hmm,” Shockwave said, like a scientist studying a new specimen. “You'll do.”
Bumblebee powered up his stingers, not liking that look in Shockwave's optic one bit. His spark clenched in fear.
He'd heard about what happened to Blurr.
He really should have run when he had the chance.
For mistress_pirate
Prompt: TatsukixSoifon, blindfold
Fandom: Bleach. Warnings: NSFW, blindfold
Her wrists were not bound, but she held them above her head anyway. The submission was both voluntary and symbolic.
The blindfold, however, was real. It looped over her eyes several times and was tied in a firm knot behind her head. The fact it was the obi from her shihakushou was unexpectedly arousing.
Around her was a warm silence. Soifon controlled her breathing, on alert for any possible sound. She waited with decreasing patience, anticipation a hot, heavy coil inside her. There wasn't so much as a breath of movement, a disturbance of air, to brush across her naked skin either.
“Do you plan to keep me waiting all night?” Soifon growled.
A soft chuckle spilled into the room. “Nope. Just long enough to make you antsy.”
There was a definite pause, the scrape of a footstep against the wood floor. “I think I've succeeded,” her lover added.
Soifon clamped her lips shut. Her fingers twitched where she clasped her own wrists. Now that she knew she was being observed, she refused to be caught out.
“Aww,” Tatsuki purred and Soifon imagined she had one of those fake pouts on, too. “Don't be like that. I like to hear you snipe at me.”
Her lips pressed into a thin line, refusing to rise to the bait.
Something trickles down her side, just a bare brush of fingertips, nearly a tickle. Soifon forced her body into stillness, to keep herself from startling.
“Would it be better if I did this?” Tatsuki asked.
Breath brushed against Soifon's ear, warm and moist. Her skin prickled, reaitsu flickering out of control for all of a moment.
“Or this?”
Palms flattened against her bare belly, warm and soft. The touch, at first, was light, but it firmed as Tatsuki slid her hands upward and cupped the light weight of Soifon's breasts. Her breathing quickened, goosebumps rising over her arms and belly. Thumbs swept over her tightened nipples.
Soifon shivered.
“Mmm. You liked that.”
A warm body pressed against her from behind, the softness of Tatsuki's breasts on her back. Lips brushed over the nape of her neck.
“See?” Tatsuki murmured, lips and exhalations teasing the back of Soifon's neck. “It's not so bad. Giving up control, that is.”
Soifon swallowed thickly. “That remains to be seen.”
Tatsuki's reiatsu brimmed with amusement, one hand lifting to pluck at the edge of Soifon's blindfold. “Or not seen in this case.”
“Not funny.”
“I thought it was.”
Soifon's fingers clenched and unclenched. “Your sense of humor leaves much to be desired.”
“Testy, testy.” Her hand dropped and Soifon felt it again, brushing over her abdomen before sliding lower, teasing at the juncture of her thighs. “What about this? You like this part?”
Soifon shifted just enough to part her thighs, a wordless invitation, insides coiling with anticipation and need.
“Thought so.” Tatsuki sounded ridiculously smug. “Let's see what else you like. And if I'm lucky, maybe I can coax out a moan or two.” She nibbled across Soifon's shoulders. “We've got all night.”
a/n: Sorry for the radio silence on my end, guys. Writing time is still as slim as ever and right now, my brain is being consumed by this TF fic. It was supposed to be a short oneshot, maybe 5K words max. Well, it's now at least two parts, already past 15K and not even halfway done. *sigh*
Looks like I'll be doing Castle of Glass for the SciFiBigBang though it's only winning by one vote. I'll wait until March 1st for the final ruling.
In the meantime, I'm still working on my original fics. Expect to see updates on that front. I've finally worked out several plot hitches so now I just need to put fingers to the keyboard. I'm also going to pull up either Critical Mass or War Without End: Thundercracker, see which one tugs at me hardest (I'm thinking Critical Mass since the upcoming TFP:S3 is making me all giddy)
And so I babble. Last two flash fiction to come soon!
This entry was originally posted at http://dracoqueen22.dreamwidth.org/215213.html. Feel free to comment wherever you find most convenient.