XFMR - Recreational Events
Title: Recreational Events
Fandom: Transformers
Characters/pairings: Ironhide/Mikaela
Rating: R
Summary: She'd never look at seatbelts the same again.
Warnings: Seatbelt bondage, sex toys, human/mech interactions.
Notes: Written forever ago for Laylah. Forgot to post it here :B The first one is here.
Table of Contents
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Mikaela tried to hide the whimper, her fingers digging into the arm rests and her hips trying to arch towards the little device between her legs. But the seat belt was hindering her movements and she swore, one hand going for the buckle, fumbling for the button-
The seatbelt tightened itself a bit, the truck's engine revved a bit, and the bullet between her thighs also revved a bit, vibrating hard enough to make her moan aloud, her head hitting the headrest with a muffled thump.
"Hand's back on the armrests, Mikaela," Ironhide warned. "Don't make me have to turn around."
That should have sounded funny and only managed to make her burn hotter instead. "God, Ironhide," she managed, gripping the armrests hard enough that she was sure he felt it.
She still wasn't sure how an engine's purr could sound pleased (just as she wasn't sure how Ratchet had rigged the toy so that they controlled the speed of it but she was going to throttle him for doing so) "Are you going to behave?" he asked her.
"I'll try," she croaked, grinding back into the seat since she couldn't buck up, leather hot and sweat-sticky beneath her back and the bullet's restraining straps digging into her thighs.
"Good. No more escape attempts." And before she could even think to say anything he sped up and the buzz between her legs sped up and it was all she could do to hang on for the ride.
Fandom: Transformers
Characters/pairings: Ironhide/Mikaela
Rating: R
Summary: She'd never look at seatbelts the same again.
Warnings: Seatbelt bondage, sex toys, human/mech interactions.
Notes: Written forever ago for Laylah. Forgot to post it here :B The first one is here.
Table of Contents
o o o
Mikaela tried to hide the whimper, her fingers digging into the arm rests and her hips trying to arch towards the little device between her legs. But the seat belt was hindering her movements and she swore, one hand going for the buckle, fumbling for the button-
The seatbelt tightened itself a bit, the truck's engine revved a bit, and the bullet between her thighs also revved a bit, vibrating hard enough to make her moan aloud, her head hitting the headrest with a muffled thump.
"Hand's back on the armrests, Mikaela," Ironhide warned. "Don't make me have to turn around."
That should have sounded funny and only managed to make her burn hotter instead. "God, Ironhide," she managed, gripping the armrests hard enough that she was sure he felt it.
She still wasn't sure how an engine's purr could sound pleased (just as she wasn't sure how Ratchet had rigged the toy so that they controlled the speed of it but she was going to throttle him for doing so) "Are you going to behave?" he asked her.
"I'll try," she croaked, grinding back into the seat since she couldn't buck up, leather hot and sweat-sticky beneath her back and the bullet's restraining straps digging into her thighs.
"Good. No more escape attempts." And before she could even think to say anything he sped up and the buzz between her legs sped up and it was all she could do to hang on for the ride.