The last key slid into the last lock of the final chain. Rodimus was bound, hand and foot, to Galvatron's berth.
He pulled against the chains with all his strength; they held fast.
Electricity pulsed through his body, power and arousal he hadn't even known was still in him: from the compressed servos in his limbs, to the helm buried in the indentation designed for Galvatron's tail, to the spoiler, exposed to the cold thin air of Chaar, just waiting for Galvatron's touch, to the interfacing circuitry nestled under it, the covers popping open without conscious thought.
"....Galvatron!"
Energy spiked, from the cuffs on his wrists and ankles, to the Matrix in his chest, to the exposed interface array, all of him awake and alive and ready!
And overloading. His entire body arched--straining, but held oh so delightfully fast!--his field flaring violently as the energy from his connectors jumped through the air, discharging into the surrounding hardware.
"...Galvatron." His still-energized fields prickled with embarrassment. "I'm
( ... )
fjhgdfksjhg. That - was so hot. Rodimus cuffed and ffffff, the kissing-! D: D: I could read Galvatron manhandling Roddy like that all day. *fans self* <333333 Also, this:
Springer/Sandstorm, weapons locker, tactile, security footage available at your local Swindle.casusfereJanuary 27 2011, 04:46:39 UTC
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this,” Sandstorm whispered hoarsely, hands stroking plating and wiggling into every nook and seam he could reach.
“I’d say ngh-” Springer moaned, head falling back against the door Sandstorm had shoved him into. “-About five minutes?” he managed to finish with a cheeky smirk.
“Since I first saw you,” Sandstorm told him. “You were beautiful. Exciting. Dangerous.” A shiver went through his frame at the last word.
“You know what else I am?” Springer asked. “In the middle of the corridor.”
It was Sandstorm’s turn to smirk. “That bother you?”
“Ultra Magnus seems to have a problem with it,” Springer said in the blandest tone he could manage while Sandstorm’s fingers were rubbing there. He reached blindly for the keypad, managing to key in the code on the third try, and half-stumbled, half-fell through the doorway, into a crate just beyond.
“Even better.” A push, and he had Springer pinned on top of the crate.
“You are aware that this crate’s full of plasma grenades,” Springer managed
( ... )
Omega Supreme and Devastator, well met by moonlightultharkittyJanuary 26 2011, 23:29:16 UTC
Omega Supreme and Devastator, well met by moonlight
(don't even ask where that came from. My boyfriend has promised me a comic of them fragging against the Statue of Liberty, which might have something to do with it)
And now I'm going to stop spamming the comm with my prompts, because I need to go to bed. :P
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Galvatron/Rodimus, awakening
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He pulled against the chains with all his strength; they held fast.
Electricity pulsed through his body, power and arousal he hadn't even known was still in him: from the compressed servos in his limbs, to the helm buried in the indentation designed for Galvatron's tail, to the spoiler, exposed to the cold thin air of Chaar, just waiting for Galvatron's touch, to the interfacing circuitry nestled under it, the covers popping open without conscious thought.
"....Galvatron!"
Energy spiked, from the cuffs on his wrists and ankles, to the Matrix in his chest, to the exposed interface array, all of him awake and alive and ready!
And overloading. His entire body arched--straining, but held oh so delightfully fast!--his field flaring violently as the energy from his connectors jumped through the air, discharging into the surrounding hardware.
"...Galvatron." His still-energized fields prickled with embarrassment. "I'm ( ... )
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*reads again*
fjhgdfksjhg. That - was so hot. Rodimus cuffed and ffffff, the kissing-! D: D: I could read Galvatron manhandling Roddy like that all day. *fans self* <333333 Also, this:
All he could do--all he had to do--
yes, forever :DD
*lol, bookmarks this thread so hard* XD
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And, yes! That is one duty Rodimus is happy to manage. :D
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Springer/Sandstorm, weapons locker
:P
Air Guitar Vortex approves and may well be watching.
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“I’d say ngh-” Springer moaned, head falling back against the door Sandstorm had shoved him into. “-About five minutes?” he managed to finish with a cheeky smirk.
“Since I first saw you,” Sandstorm told him. “You were beautiful. Exciting. Dangerous.” A shiver went through his frame at the last word.
“You know what else I am?” Springer asked. “In the middle of the corridor.”
It was Sandstorm’s turn to smirk. “That bother you?”
“Ultra Magnus seems to have a problem with it,” Springer said in the blandest tone he could manage while Sandstorm’s fingers were rubbing there. He reached blindly for the keypad, managing to key in the code on the third try, and half-stumbled, half-fell through the doorway, into a crate just beyond.
“Even better.” A push, and he had Springer pinned on top of the crate.
“You are aware that this crate’s full of plasma grenades,” Springer managed ( ... )
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(don't even ask where that came from. My boyfriend has promised me a comic of them fragging against the Statue of Liberty, which might have something to do with it)
And now I'm going to stop spamming the comm with my prompts, because I need to go to bed. :P
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Cyclonus/Ultra Magnus, battle hardened
sneaks out again
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I have a thing for cute stuff like this, so very adorable :D And Cyclonus' grumpy inability to understand is brilliant :D
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