BDSM Done Right Fills Take 6
For Mistress_Pirate
Prompt: Aizen/Ichigo, sexual, playtime
Fandom: Bleach. Warnings: NSFW
It no longer feels strange to trust Aizen, or Sousuke rather. Maybe that in itself is strange.
Ichigo no longer cares. He is content, and he never thought he could feel that either.
He always thought having power meant being strong. Meant having all the control.
He didn’t know it could feel like this, on his knees with his hands bound and his mouth gagged. He was nude, his knees cushioned by a thick mat.
He was hard. Aching. But the ring around the base of his cock prevented him from achieving completion.
Sousuke circled around him, each step slow and measured. He held a riding crop in his dominant hand. Ichigo watched the sway of it with hungry eyes.
He waited. He longed. He tried not to be impatient at the sight of Sousuke’s smirk.
“I am not teasing you,” Sousuke said as though he could hear Ichigo’s thoughts. Perhaps he sensed it in Ichigo’s reiatsu instead. “I am building a sense of anticipation.”
The crop swayed.
Ichigo gnawed on the gag. He dripped precome, joining the tiny puddle already beneath him.
“You never have been good at having any patience,” Sousuke murmured with a small laugh. “Though that does make you rather charming.”
He circled behind Ichigo. Goosebumps rose across Ichigo’s skin.
He was ready for it. He wanted it. And if Sousuke didn’t hurry, Ichigo might be forced to take it.
There was a swish of air. Ichigo braced himself, but the crop only touched his back, between his shoulderblades.
Ichigo shivered. He moaned low in his throat as the crop dragged down his spine.
“Beautiful,” Sousuke murmured. “I think we are both going to enjoy this very much.”
Ichigo couldn’t agree more.
For Nkfloofiepoof
Prompt: Grimlock/Starscream, Sticky, Sexual, Safeword
Fandom: Transformers IDW/G1. Warnings: NSFW
“Look at how hungry you are,” Grimlock growled as he crouched over Starscream, the tip of his spike lingering at the rim of Starscream’s valve, teasing him with the idea of penetration. “Your frame is begging for mine.”
Starscream’s wings fluttered, tapping against Grimlock’s chestplate. “Is not,” he gasped out, even as his hips rolled back, desperately trying to capture Grimlock’s spike, and failing.
Grimlock chuckled, nuzzling into the side of Starscream’s intake, ex-venting heat onto the sensitive cables. He had one arm wrapped around the Seeker’s midsection, keeping their lower halves pinned together. The other arm wrapped over Starscream’s right shoulder, his hand planted against Starscream’s chest, right over his spark chamber.
“Such a liar,” Grimlock purred. He thrust forward a bare inch, the head of his spike enveloped by tight heat that rippled around him. “Lying to me and yourself, aren’t you, pet?”
“I’m not!” Starscream cried, but it came on the tail end of a moan and completely belied his denial.
Grimlock chuckled. His hand slid up Starscream’s chestplate, until it rested at the base of his intake. He rolled his hips, sinking in another few inches. He wasn’t even halfway inside Starscream and already he had to fight to keep himself under control.
“Of course you are.” He pressed his head against Starscream’s, tilting it to the side. He tightened his grip around Starscream’s waist, dragging him tighter against Grimlock’s lower half. “Bet I can make you beg.”
Starscream bit off a moan.
“Won’t you?” Grimlock asked, his hand sliding further up until his fingers touched Starscream’s chin. “If I kept you like this, you’d beg for it so sweetly.”
Starscream stilled beneath him, and said nothing, not even a moan. A ripple went through his armor, but it was over so quickly, Grimlock almost thought he imagined it. Starscream’s valve continued to grip him, as if trying to draw him deeper.
Grimlock stroked Starscream’s jaw, purring right into his audial. “I can’t hear you,” he murmured. “You need to speak up if you want something, pet.”
Nothing. Starscream shivered, making a dull sound at the base of his vocalizer. His aft pushed back as if in indication he was eager, but his field didn’t match.
“Starscream,” Grimlock said, dropping the growl from his voice. When he didn’t get an immediate response, he decided enough was enough. “Starscream, stop.” It was easier to keep it simple.
Stop meant stop.
“Stop?” Starscream repeated, and he sounded honestly confused. “Are you getting a comm?”
“No. We just need to stop.” Grimlock gently drew back, careful to keep his field entwined with Starscream’s, but easing his spike from Starscream’s valve, and easing his grip on Starscream to something gentler as well. “You’re uncomfortable.”
“What? I am not!” Starscream sounded indignant, his wings going rigid and slapping against Grimlock’s front.
Grimlock sat back on the berth just as Starscream squirmed out of his arms and whipped around to face him, the color in his face not entirely arousal. There was surprise there, too. Surprise and indignation.
“And even if I was, I’ll get over it,” he muttered, folding his arms over his cockpit, a failed attempt at looking outraged.
“Getting over it is not the point,” Grimlock said with a soft ex-vent. “I’m only going to have fun with this if you are. And you were fine up until a point. What was it?”
Starscream suddenly found the opposite wall very interesting. “It doesn’t matter.”
Grimlock scooted closer, grabbing a pillow to put it over his lap. Starscream’s own equipment had stowed itself, further proof that he’d been uncomfortable.
“It does to me.” He reached for Starscream and felt relieved when Starscream reached back, at least with one hand. “I want to know how not to hurt you again.”
Starscream’s frown flattened. “You didn’t hurt me.”
“Making you uncomfortable counts.” Grimlock’s thumb rubbed his palm.
Starscream sighed and scraped his free hand down his face. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“No. If you don’t want to talk about it now, that’s fine. But it’s gonna come up before we try any of this again.” Grimlock would insist on it. Starscream might think he was supposed to push through it, but Grimlock refused to accept it.
They would both have the time of their life, or none at all.
“Fine. But not now,” Starscream grumbled, and let Grimlock pull him into an embrace. “Let’s just get cleaned up.”
“That I can do.” Grimlock pressed his mouthplate to Starscream’s head.
He would never be like any of the others. He absolutely refused.
For Mllemusketeer
Prompt: Megatron/Ultra Magnus, sexual, sticky, aftercare
Fandom: Transformers IDW MTMTE. Warnings: slightly NSFW
Afterward, Megatron liked to talk.
Ultra Magnus, well, he liked to clean.
It was odd, not the oddest thing Megatron had seen, but quite peculiar. Ultra Magnus claimed it helped him center himself, get back into his own head and feel like he was settling back into his own frame.
It felt, to Megatron, like they were still in session. But he would never command that Ultra Magnus clean his quarters as part of their play. Or organize the datapads in his office. Or change the berth covers. Or clean the view port. Or any of the various tasks that Ultra Magnus puttered around completing as they talked.
It wasn’t the way Megatron would choose to initiate aftercare, but it was what Ultra Magnus wanted. And since Megatron talked the way he wanted, it worked out. Besides, he never had to worry about Ultra Magnus enduring anything.
He was, at least in this, quite upfront about anything that made him uncomfortable.
“I’m finding that I actually enjoy when you order me to service you,” Ultra Magnus said as he tidied the various items on Megatron’s desk. He wouldn’t meet Megatron’s optics as though it embarrassed him to speak of interfacing things aloud, yet his comments were nothing if not direct. “Spike or valve, both are acceptable.”
Megatron’s lips curled into a smile. “I have to admit, I enjoy when you service me.” He shifted in his chair, pretending he wasn’t getting heated beneath his panel again. There was something in Ultra Magnus’ quiet surrender that aroused him like no other.
Especially when he was given the privilege of praising Ultra Magnus for that surrender. Of feeling the honest pride blossom in Magnus’ field, and the way he relaxed as though soaking in an oil bath. His armor would fluff, easing from it’s clamp. The pinched expression on his face would ease.
He was absolutely stunning in the wake of praise, and Megatron would take every opportunity he could to offer it to him. Ultra Magnus was delightfully easy to commend; he obeyed so well. He deserved every word from Megatron’s lips.
“We’re not in session,” Ultra Magnus said with a sideways glance.
Megatron leaned his head against his closed fist. “Yes, I know. It is true nonetheless. I am confirming that this contract is remaining mutually beneficial to us both. Was there anything about tonight’s session that you didn’t find appealing?”
Ultra Magnus made a non-committal noise and moved to Megatron’s chair, frowning over it when one of the screws squeaked. He knelt to examine it. “No. You seem to have a knack for the right things to say. Though I shouldn’t be so surprised.” He peered at Megatron over the back of the chair. “I hear you’re something of a poet.”
Megatron looked away, coughing into his palm. “We’re not talking about my needs right now, but yours. Am I to believe you are still satisfied with our current contract?”
Magnus chuckled and returned his attention to the chair. “I am, for now, yes. If anything should change, you’ll be the first to know.”
“Good. That’s what I want to hear.” Megatron returned his attention to his lover, something he never could have expected.
He liked to watch Magnus clean, as much as he enjoyed their talks. Because a cleaning Magnus was a content Magnus, which was what they both wanted out of this. Especially Megatron.
a/n: Two more to come and that will be all the prompts! :)
Feedback, as always, is welcome and appreciated.
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Prompt: Aizen/Ichigo, sexual, playtime
Fandom: Bleach. Warnings: NSFW
It no longer feels strange to trust Aizen, or Sousuke rather. Maybe that in itself is strange.
Ichigo no longer cares. He is content, and he never thought he could feel that either.
He always thought having power meant being strong. Meant having all the control.
He didn’t know it could feel like this, on his knees with his hands bound and his mouth gagged. He was nude, his knees cushioned by a thick mat.
He was hard. Aching. But the ring around the base of his cock prevented him from achieving completion.
Sousuke circled around him, each step slow and measured. He held a riding crop in his dominant hand. Ichigo watched the sway of it with hungry eyes.
He waited. He longed. He tried not to be impatient at the sight of Sousuke’s smirk.
“I am not teasing you,” Sousuke said as though he could hear Ichigo’s thoughts. Perhaps he sensed it in Ichigo’s reiatsu instead. “I am building a sense of anticipation.”
The crop swayed.
Ichigo gnawed on the gag. He dripped precome, joining the tiny puddle already beneath him.
“You never have been good at having any patience,” Sousuke murmured with a small laugh. “Though that does make you rather charming.”
He circled behind Ichigo. Goosebumps rose across Ichigo’s skin.
He was ready for it. He wanted it. And if Sousuke didn’t hurry, Ichigo might be forced to take it.
There was a swish of air. Ichigo braced himself, but the crop only touched his back, between his shoulderblades.
Ichigo shivered. He moaned low in his throat as the crop dragged down his spine.
“Beautiful,” Sousuke murmured. “I think we are both going to enjoy this very much.”
Ichigo couldn’t agree more.
For Nkfloofiepoof
Prompt: Grimlock/Starscream, Sticky, Sexual, Safeword
Fandom: Transformers IDW/G1. Warnings: NSFW
“Look at how hungry you are,” Grimlock growled as he crouched over Starscream, the tip of his spike lingering at the rim of Starscream’s valve, teasing him with the idea of penetration. “Your frame is begging for mine.”
Starscream’s wings fluttered, tapping against Grimlock’s chestplate. “Is not,” he gasped out, even as his hips rolled back, desperately trying to capture Grimlock’s spike, and failing.
Grimlock chuckled, nuzzling into the side of Starscream’s intake, ex-venting heat onto the sensitive cables. He had one arm wrapped around the Seeker’s midsection, keeping their lower halves pinned together. The other arm wrapped over Starscream’s right shoulder, his hand planted against Starscream’s chest, right over his spark chamber.
“Such a liar,” Grimlock purred. He thrust forward a bare inch, the head of his spike enveloped by tight heat that rippled around him. “Lying to me and yourself, aren’t you, pet?”
“I’m not!” Starscream cried, but it came on the tail end of a moan and completely belied his denial.
Grimlock chuckled. His hand slid up Starscream’s chestplate, until it rested at the base of his intake. He rolled his hips, sinking in another few inches. He wasn’t even halfway inside Starscream and already he had to fight to keep himself under control.
“Of course you are.” He pressed his head against Starscream’s, tilting it to the side. He tightened his grip around Starscream’s waist, dragging him tighter against Grimlock’s lower half. “Bet I can make you beg.”
Starscream bit off a moan.
“Won’t you?” Grimlock asked, his hand sliding further up until his fingers touched Starscream’s chin. “If I kept you like this, you’d beg for it so sweetly.”
Starscream stilled beneath him, and said nothing, not even a moan. A ripple went through his armor, but it was over so quickly, Grimlock almost thought he imagined it. Starscream’s valve continued to grip him, as if trying to draw him deeper.
Grimlock stroked Starscream’s jaw, purring right into his audial. “I can’t hear you,” he murmured. “You need to speak up if you want something, pet.”
Nothing. Starscream shivered, making a dull sound at the base of his vocalizer. His aft pushed back as if in indication he was eager, but his field didn’t match.
“Starscream,” Grimlock said, dropping the growl from his voice. When he didn’t get an immediate response, he decided enough was enough. “Starscream, stop.” It was easier to keep it simple.
Stop meant stop.
“Stop?” Starscream repeated, and he sounded honestly confused. “Are you getting a comm?”
“No. We just need to stop.” Grimlock gently drew back, careful to keep his field entwined with Starscream’s, but easing his spike from Starscream’s valve, and easing his grip on Starscream to something gentler as well. “You’re uncomfortable.”
“What? I am not!” Starscream sounded indignant, his wings going rigid and slapping against Grimlock’s front.
Grimlock sat back on the berth just as Starscream squirmed out of his arms and whipped around to face him, the color in his face not entirely arousal. There was surprise there, too. Surprise and indignation.
“And even if I was, I’ll get over it,” he muttered, folding his arms over his cockpit, a failed attempt at looking outraged.
“Getting over it is not the point,” Grimlock said with a soft ex-vent. “I’m only going to have fun with this if you are. And you were fine up until a point. What was it?”
Starscream suddenly found the opposite wall very interesting. “It doesn’t matter.”
Grimlock scooted closer, grabbing a pillow to put it over his lap. Starscream’s own equipment had stowed itself, further proof that he’d been uncomfortable.
“It does to me.” He reached for Starscream and felt relieved when Starscream reached back, at least with one hand. “I want to know how not to hurt you again.”
Starscream’s frown flattened. “You didn’t hurt me.”
“Making you uncomfortable counts.” Grimlock’s thumb rubbed his palm.
Starscream sighed and scraped his free hand down his face. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“No. If you don’t want to talk about it now, that’s fine. But it’s gonna come up before we try any of this again.” Grimlock would insist on it. Starscream might think he was supposed to push through it, but Grimlock refused to accept it.
They would both have the time of their life, or none at all.
“Fine. But not now,” Starscream grumbled, and let Grimlock pull him into an embrace. “Let’s just get cleaned up.”
“That I can do.” Grimlock pressed his mouthplate to Starscream’s head.
He would never be like any of the others. He absolutely refused.
For Mllemusketeer
Prompt: Megatron/Ultra Magnus, sexual, sticky, aftercare
Fandom: Transformers IDW MTMTE. Warnings: slightly NSFW
Afterward, Megatron liked to talk.
Ultra Magnus, well, he liked to clean.
It was odd, not the oddest thing Megatron had seen, but quite peculiar. Ultra Magnus claimed it helped him center himself, get back into his own head and feel like he was settling back into his own frame.
It felt, to Megatron, like they were still in session. But he would never command that Ultra Magnus clean his quarters as part of their play. Or organize the datapads in his office. Or change the berth covers. Or clean the view port. Or any of the various tasks that Ultra Magnus puttered around completing as they talked.
It wasn’t the way Megatron would choose to initiate aftercare, but it was what Ultra Magnus wanted. And since Megatron talked the way he wanted, it worked out. Besides, he never had to worry about Ultra Magnus enduring anything.
He was, at least in this, quite upfront about anything that made him uncomfortable.
“I’m finding that I actually enjoy when you order me to service you,” Ultra Magnus said as he tidied the various items on Megatron’s desk. He wouldn’t meet Megatron’s optics as though it embarrassed him to speak of interfacing things aloud, yet his comments were nothing if not direct. “Spike or valve, both are acceptable.”
Megatron’s lips curled into a smile. “I have to admit, I enjoy when you service me.” He shifted in his chair, pretending he wasn’t getting heated beneath his panel again. There was something in Ultra Magnus’ quiet surrender that aroused him like no other.
Especially when he was given the privilege of praising Ultra Magnus for that surrender. Of feeling the honest pride blossom in Magnus’ field, and the way he relaxed as though soaking in an oil bath. His armor would fluff, easing from it’s clamp. The pinched expression on his face would ease.
He was absolutely stunning in the wake of praise, and Megatron would take every opportunity he could to offer it to him. Ultra Magnus was delightfully easy to commend; he obeyed so well. He deserved every word from Megatron’s lips.
“We’re not in session,” Ultra Magnus said with a sideways glance.
Megatron leaned his head against his closed fist. “Yes, I know. It is true nonetheless. I am confirming that this contract is remaining mutually beneficial to us both. Was there anything about tonight’s session that you didn’t find appealing?”
Ultra Magnus made a non-committal noise and moved to Megatron’s chair, frowning over it when one of the screws squeaked. He knelt to examine it. “No. You seem to have a knack for the right things to say. Though I shouldn’t be so surprised.” He peered at Megatron over the back of the chair. “I hear you’re something of a poet.”
Megatron looked away, coughing into his palm. “We’re not talking about my needs right now, but yours. Am I to believe you are still satisfied with our current contract?”
Magnus chuckled and returned his attention to the chair. “I am, for now, yes. If anything should change, you’ll be the first to know.”
“Good. That’s what I want to hear.” Megatron returned his attention to his lover, something he never could have expected.
He liked to watch Magnus clean, as much as he enjoyed their talks. Because a cleaning Magnus was a content Magnus, which was what they both wanted out of this. Especially Megatron.
a/n: Two more to come and that will be all the prompts! :)
Feedback, as always, is welcome and appreciated.
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