G1 Drabbles
Found these while going through my files. Wrote them... several months ago, maybe? Anyway, they're just quick snippets I wrote going off of prompts the Random Pairing Generator gave me.
Warnings for mentions of Sticky and Dub/NonCon. Not long or detailed enough to really be considered super explicit, though.
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#1
“Oops… My bad.” He looked down at the fallen mech, although he kept his distance. “Me Grimlock not see you there.” It really hadn’t been on purpose. But he wasn’t really all that apologetic, either.
On the ground, the glowing figure glared and rubbed his helm. “Next time, don’t randomly chuck boulders into the air!”
“How else we Dinobots supposed to play ‘catch’?”
Sunstorm growled, the aura around him flaring. “I am the emissary of Primus, himself! You shall learn to fear his wrath!”
“…This mean you not want to play with us?”
(Sunstorm / Grimlock / my bad)
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#2
As it turned out, Optimus wasn't as against this as he'd initially acted. Even if he'd been trapped, coerced... There was no one around to help him, but also no one around to witness him like this. Pressed hard against the wall, hands trapped above him in the unyielding grip with his legs spread, he was almost grateful for the fact that he was facing away from his attacker, because it meant that he could hide his impassioned expression. His mask had been torn away some time ago.
He could do nothing to resist, not one-on-one against this particular foe. Well, if this could be truly called one-on-one... Bruticus was really five, after all.
(Bruticus / Optimus Prime / trapped)
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#3
A soft, condescending sound came from the shorter of the pair. “Stop whining.”
The other mech growled instead. “Me Grimlock not whine! Me Grimlock, KING!”
A soft touch at a particular spot, and the growl died, replaced with a low mewl. “Funny, that doesn’t seem like the kind of sound a king makes to me…”
“Me…m-me Grimlock rip off your pretty face and…” He broke off into another such pitiable sound, intakes hitching. The pressure had changed, rougher and more insistant, fingers sliding into a transformation seam.
“Sorry, what was that?”
“Ah… Do… do that again, or…”
“Or what?”
The pressure was gone in an instant, and Grimlock keened, thrashing what little he could against the restraints binding him.
“I asked you a question, Grimlock. Answer it.”
Lubricant dripped down the Dinobot’s thighs, coating the table below him, and he whined again. Other than the port-cover being removed earlier on, he hadn’t been touched down there at all. “…P-please? Me Grimlock…”
“Yes~?”
“Me Grimlock… be good…”
“That’s the ticket.” Prowl smirked, and resumed tracing over the mech’s seams with nimble fingers. “That’s exactly what I want to hear…”
(Grimlock / Prowl / pressure)
Warnings for mentions of Sticky and Dub/NonCon. Not long or detailed enough to really be considered super explicit, though.
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#1
“Oops… My bad.” He looked down at the fallen mech, although he kept his distance. “Me Grimlock not see you there.” It really hadn’t been on purpose. But he wasn’t really all that apologetic, either.
On the ground, the glowing figure glared and rubbed his helm. “Next time, don’t randomly chuck boulders into the air!”
“How else we Dinobots supposed to play ‘catch’?”
Sunstorm growled, the aura around him flaring. “I am the emissary of Primus, himself! You shall learn to fear his wrath!”
“…This mean you not want to play with us?”
(Sunstorm / Grimlock / my bad)
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#2
As it turned out, Optimus wasn't as against this as he'd initially acted. Even if he'd been trapped, coerced... There was no one around to help him, but also no one around to witness him like this. Pressed hard against the wall, hands trapped above him in the unyielding grip with his legs spread, he was almost grateful for the fact that he was facing away from his attacker, because it meant that he could hide his impassioned expression. His mask had been torn away some time ago.
He could do nothing to resist, not one-on-one against this particular foe. Well, if this could be truly called one-on-one... Bruticus was really five, after all.
(Bruticus / Optimus Prime / trapped)
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#3
A soft, condescending sound came from the shorter of the pair. “Stop whining.”
The other mech growled instead. “Me Grimlock not whine! Me Grimlock, KING!”
A soft touch at a particular spot, and the growl died, replaced with a low mewl. “Funny, that doesn’t seem like the kind of sound a king makes to me…”
“Me…m-me Grimlock rip off your pretty face and…” He broke off into another such pitiable sound, intakes hitching. The pressure had changed, rougher and more insistant, fingers sliding into a transformation seam.
“Sorry, what was that?”
“Ah… Do… do that again, or…”
“Or what?”
The pressure was gone in an instant, and Grimlock keened, thrashing what little he could against the restraints binding him.
“I asked you a question, Grimlock. Answer it.”
Lubricant dripped down the Dinobot’s thighs, coating the table below him, and he whined again. Other than the port-cover being removed earlier on, he hadn’t been touched down there at all. “…P-please? Me Grimlock…”
“Yes~?”
“Me Grimlock… be good…”
“That’s the ticket.” Prowl smirked, and resumed tracing over the mech’s seams with nimble fingers. “That’s exactly what I want to hear…”
(Grimlock / Prowl / pressure)