BDSM Done Right Fills Final Take
For Notanevilmastermind
Prompt: Ratchet/Twins, Sexual, Sticky, Aftercare
Fandom: Transformers G1. Warnings: NSFW, Twincest
Well.
Ratchet never thought he’d see the day where he’d knock out both Twins with one kink. They each had their quirks, their individual preferences.
But apparently, none of that mattered once sparkplay got involved. Good to know.
Now he had two unconscious warriors strapped and tangled together. Repeated scans reassured Ratchet they were just going through a reboot. That still left him with the task of shifting them around while they were unconscious weight.
Good thing he was a medic.
Shaking his head, Ratchet got to work. He left their limbs tangled for now, chestplates pressed close. Post-overload, their armor had shut, but their fields told him they were still connected.
It had to be a Twin thing.
Ratchet removed the bonds, the spreaders, and the intricate knots. They slumped together, arms wrapped around each other. Sunstreaker’s head rested on Sideswipe’s shoulder.
Like this, they were awfully adorable. Quiet, too.
Ratchet snorted a laugh. It was probably the only time they were quiet.
He retrieved a blanket and wrapped it around his two lovers. He gathered energon, coolant, and cleaning supplies. He then puttered around his quarters, waiting for them to wake.
Sunstreaker was the first to stir with a quiet murmur as he nuzzled Sideswipe’s shoulder.
“Welcome back to the land of the conscious,” Ratchet said as he reached out with his field. “Session’s over. How’re you feeling?”
“Tired.” Sunstreaker nudged his brother, still moving as though half asleep. “Wake up, lazy aft.”
“Don’t wanna,” Sideswipe whined, but there was little effort behind it. “Just gonna stay here.”
Sunstreaker rolled his optics. “You’re such a brat.”
“Mmm. But you love me.”
Sunstreaker’s gaze sought out Ratchet’s as if to say, ‘See what I have to put up with?’
Yeah. They were both fine.
Now was Ratchet’s chance to spoil them. It was the only time they really let him get away with it.
He grinned and joined them on the berth.
For Fuzipenguin
Prompt: Arcee/Bulkhead/Wheeljack, Sexual, Sticky, Safeword
Fandom: Transformers Prime, Misbehavior Universe. Warnings: NSFW
“Hold him steady, Bulkhead.” Arcee kept her voice cold. Firm.
“Yes, sir,” Bulkhead rumbled. He sounded entirely too eager about this.
Arcee stood in front of Wheeljack, whose wrists were firmly held up and over his head by Bulkhead. It was a new game they were trying. A request of Wheeljack’s.
Arcee held an energon prod in one hand. It crackled alarmingly, though it was on the lowest setting. She never had liked these things, and didn’t understand Wheeljack’s fascination with them.
“Ya think a little toy like that scares me, ‘Con?” Wheeljack taunted with a smirk.
Arcee gripped his chin, forcing him to look at her. “It’s just the start, Wrecker. In the end, you’ll be spilling everything I want to know while begging me to stop.”
Wheeljack barked a laugh. “We’ll see about that.”
“Yes, we will.” Arcee released him. She looked over Wheeljack’s head, catching Bulkhead’s gaze. “No matter what he says, don’t let him go.”
Wheeljack’s wrists creaked as Bulkhead tightened his grip. “You can count on me, boss.”
Wheeljack’s engine revved. His field bled arousal. It wasn’t enough to reassure her.
Arcee adjusted her grip on the prod, struggling to get her head back in the game. “We’ll start now,” she purred. “And if you’re good, I won’t even kill you when I’m done.”
She hated the taste of the words. She swore they stank of Starscream.
Her script faltered.
“Won’t that be a change of pace?” Wheeljack laughed. “Do your worst, Con.”
But Arcee heard him as if from a distance. It suddenly clicked for her why she was feeling reluctant from the start.
Arcee held up a hand. “No,” she said with a firm shake of her head. “No, I can’t. No. Clementine.”
The prod shut off.
“'Cee?” Bulkhead sounded concerned, his field reaching for hers even as she turned away from both of them, her armor clamped tight.
“Not this one.” Her winglets twitched. “I’m sorry, Wheeljack. I can’t do this one.” The prod clattered to the floor. She hid behind one palm, suddenly aware she was trembling.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Wheeljack’s voice was earnest, apologetic. “You don’t need to apologize.”
“I know I don’t. I just… I need a moment. I’ll be back.”
She dropped into alt-mode and all but fled the empty storage room before either of them could approach her.
Bulkhead pinged her immediately, the sound overlain with worry.
’I promise I’m fine,’ Arcee sent back. It wasn’t even a lie. ’I just need some space to get my thoughts straight. I’ll be back.’
Bulkhead, at least, understood. He promised to look after Wheeljack, who immediately pinged in with a string of silly emojis he had to have learned from Miko. It was enough to return the smile to Arcee’s spark.
She would go, collect herself, and then she’d come back and interface her mechs silly. But for now, she just needed some quiet and the solitude of the open road.
a/n: And that's all folks! All the BDSM prompts that I received. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed!
Feedback, as always, is welcome and appreciated. :)
This entry was originally posted at http://dracoqueen22.dreamwidth.org/324682.html. Feel free to comment wherever you find most convenient.
Prompt: Ratchet/Twins, Sexual, Sticky, Aftercare
Fandom: Transformers G1. Warnings: NSFW, Twincest
Well.
Ratchet never thought he’d see the day where he’d knock out both Twins with one kink. They each had their quirks, their individual preferences.
But apparently, none of that mattered once sparkplay got involved. Good to know.
Now he had two unconscious warriors strapped and tangled together. Repeated scans reassured Ratchet they were just going through a reboot. That still left him with the task of shifting them around while they were unconscious weight.
Good thing he was a medic.
Shaking his head, Ratchet got to work. He left their limbs tangled for now, chestplates pressed close. Post-overload, their armor had shut, but their fields told him they were still connected.
It had to be a Twin thing.
Ratchet removed the bonds, the spreaders, and the intricate knots. They slumped together, arms wrapped around each other. Sunstreaker’s head rested on Sideswipe’s shoulder.
Like this, they were awfully adorable. Quiet, too.
Ratchet snorted a laugh. It was probably the only time they were quiet.
He retrieved a blanket and wrapped it around his two lovers. He gathered energon, coolant, and cleaning supplies. He then puttered around his quarters, waiting for them to wake.
Sunstreaker was the first to stir with a quiet murmur as he nuzzled Sideswipe’s shoulder.
“Welcome back to the land of the conscious,” Ratchet said as he reached out with his field. “Session’s over. How’re you feeling?”
“Tired.” Sunstreaker nudged his brother, still moving as though half asleep. “Wake up, lazy aft.”
“Don’t wanna,” Sideswipe whined, but there was little effort behind it. “Just gonna stay here.”
Sunstreaker rolled his optics. “You’re such a brat.”
“Mmm. But you love me.”
Sunstreaker’s gaze sought out Ratchet’s as if to say, ‘See what I have to put up with?’
Yeah. They were both fine.
Now was Ratchet’s chance to spoil them. It was the only time they really let him get away with it.
He grinned and joined them on the berth.
For Fuzipenguin
Prompt: Arcee/Bulkhead/Wheeljack, Sexual, Sticky, Safeword
Fandom: Transformers Prime, Misbehavior Universe. Warnings: NSFW
“Hold him steady, Bulkhead.” Arcee kept her voice cold. Firm.
“Yes, sir,” Bulkhead rumbled. He sounded entirely too eager about this.
Arcee stood in front of Wheeljack, whose wrists were firmly held up and over his head by Bulkhead. It was a new game they were trying. A request of Wheeljack’s.
Arcee held an energon prod in one hand. It crackled alarmingly, though it was on the lowest setting. She never had liked these things, and didn’t understand Wheeljack’s fascination with them.
“Ya think a little toy like that scares me, ‘Con?” Wheeljack taunted with a smirk.
Arcee gripped his chin, forcing him to look at her. “It’s just the start, Wrecker. In the end, you’ll be spilling everything I want to know while begging me to stop.”
Wheeljack barked a laugh. “We’ll see about that.”
“Yes, we will.” Arcee released him. She looked over Wheeljack’s head, catching Bulkhead’s gaze. “No matter what he says, don’t let him go.”
Wheeljack’s wrists creaked as Bulkhead tightened his grip. “You can count on me, boss.”
Wheeljack’s engine revved. His field bled arousal. It wasn’t enough to reassure her.
Arcee adjusted her grip on the prod, struggling to get her head back in the game. “We’ll start now,” she purred. “And if you’re good, I won’t even kill you when I’m done.”
She hated the taste of the words. She swore they stank of Starscream.
Her script faltered.
“Won’t that be a change of pace?” Wheeljack laughed. “Do your worst, Con.”
But Arcee heard him as if from a distance. It suddenly clicked for her why she was feeling reluctant from the start.
Arcee held up a hand. “No,” she said with a firm shake of her head. “No, I can’t. No. Clementine.”
The prod shut off.
“'Cee?” Bulkhead sounded concerned, his field reaching for hers even as she turned away from both of them, her armor clamped tight.
“Not this one.” Her winglets twitched. “I’m sorry, Wheeljack. I can’t do this one.” The prod clattered to the floor. She hid behind one palm, suddenly aware she was trembling.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Wheeljack’s voice was earnest, apologetic. “You don’t need to apologize.”
“I know I don’t. I just… I need a moment. I’ll be back.”
She dropped into alt-mode and all but fled the empty storage room before either of them could approach her.
Bulkhead pinged her immediately, the sound overlain with worry.
’I promise I’m fine,’ Arcee sent back. It wasn’t even a lie. ’I just need some space to get my thoughts straight. I’ll be back.’
Bulkhead, at least, understood. He promised to look after Wheeljack, who immediately pinged in with a string of silly emojis he had to have learned from Miko. It was enough to return the smile to Arcee’s spark.
She would go, collect herself, and then she’d come back and interface her mechs silly. But for now, she just needed some quiet and the solitude of the open road.
a/n: And that's all folks! All the BDSM prompts that I received. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed!
Feedback, as always, is welcome and appreciated. :)
This entry was originally posted at http://dracoqueen22.dreamwidth.org/324682.html. Feel free to comment wherever you find most convenient.