< Transformers > Trapped
Title: Trapped
Prompt: 036. Spider Web
Author: crazedwolf
Rating: PG-13ish?
Series: TFA
Characters: Blackarachnia, Optimus Prime
Warnings: Implied naughty things because BA is like that.
Summary: “You and I are going to have fun.”
Author's Notes:
Written for NaNo! =D
“Poor baby,” came the silky voice, the voice that made Optimus jerk and struggle further to get free. Small hands slid along his cheekplates as the owner of the voice settled above him on his webbed prison, another pair of limbs-stingers--coming down to rest on his shoulders as the figure leaned in.
“Don't struggle, there's no point,” the spider femme cooed, lips curving into a wicked smile as the Autobot's servos clenched into light fists.
“Elita, stop th--” His words cut short as he felt her stingers turn and press into his neck struts.
A warning.
“I'm no longer your precious Elita, fool! We've had this discussion before!” Blackarachnia's eyes blazed as she spoke right into his audio, making Optimus tense, his spark skipping a beat. Sensing it, the femme purred in a twisted sort of way, delight lacing through the noise as her hands curled around his chin and upper neck struts. “Yes, get excited, Optimus.”
He felt her stringers press closer and then there was a dangerous sort of warmth.
“You and I are going to have a lot of fun,” she crooned into his audio just as the world went black.
Prompt: 036. Spider Web
Author: crazedwolf
Rating: PG-13ish?
Series: TFA
Characters: Blackarachnia, Optimus Prime
Warnings: Implied naughty things because BA is like that.
Summary: “You and I are going to have fun.”
Author's Notes:
Written for NaNo! =D
“Poor baby,” came the silky voice, the voice that made Optimus jerk and struggle further to get free. Small hands slid along his cheekplates as the owner of the voice settled above him on his webbed prison, another pair of limbs-stingers--coming down to rest on his shoulders as the figure leaned in.
“Don't struggle, there's no point,” the spider femme cooed, lips curving into a wicked smile as the Autobot's servos clenched into light fists.
“Elita, stop th--” His words cut short as he felt her stingers turn and press into his neck struts.
A warning.
“I'm no longer your precious Elita, fool! We've had this discussion before!” Blackarachnia's eyes blazed as she spoke right into his audio, making Optimus tense, his spark skipping a beat. Sensing it, the femme purred in a twisted sort of way, delight lacing through the noise as her hands curled around his chin and upper neck struts. “Yes, get excited, Optimus.”
He felt her stringers press closer and then there was a dangerous sort of warmth.
“You and I are going to have a lot of fun,” she crooned into his audio just as the world went black.