1. A Song... Bad Things by Jace Everett. Lyrics here2. Quote... "I often think that a slightly exposed shoulder emerging from a long satin nightgown packs more sex than two naked bodies in bed." - Bette Davis
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Mine! (A 100 word drabble)zea_taylorJuly 27 2013, 19:40:30 UTC
I'm not sure this deserves a post of its own, or quite meets the requirements of prompt 2, but I thought I'd give it a go:
"Back off!" The rifle was familiar in Ratchet's servos, but never comfortable. Holding it to another Autobot's chestplate... that was new. "He's mine!"
Sideswipe trembled behind him. In front, Ironhide's cannon scorched the air, his optics scarlet with irrational fury.
Oh, it had been funny, Ironhide's scream audible even here. Even now a bubble of foam trickled down the mech's leg. But a prank wasn't worth Sideswipe's spark. Ratchet stood his ground, praying Ironhide would regain his senses and realise that.
Twenty long spark-beats passed.
Optics faded to blue, Ironhide subspaced his weapon with a scowl.
Re: Mine! (A 100 word drabble)zea_taylorJuly 28 2013, 14:47:04 UTC
Thanks! I don't really consider short fic a strength of mine - I'm usually far too wordy, so I'm enjoying using some of your Wrenches of Inspiration as writing exercises. I'm glad you think this one works :)
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Going dark here for this one... (gang)rape fantasy with or without gun play.
Any continuity, anyone being the one 'raped' with the other two enforcing the 'rape'. Cuddles and snuggles at the end a bonus.
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(I was hoping this might appeal to you ;)
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"Back off!" The rifle was familiar in Ratchet's servos, but never comfortable. Holding it to another Autobot's chestplate... that was new. "He's mine!"
Sideswipe trembled behind him. In front, Ironhide's cannon scorched the air, his optics scarlet with irrational fury.
Oh, it had been funny, Ironhide's scream audible even here. Even now a bubble of foam trickled down the mech's leg. But a prank wasn't worth Sideswipe's spark. Ratchet stood his ground, praying Ironhide would regain his senses and realise that.
Twenty long spark-beats passed.
Optics faded to blue, Ironhide subspaced his weapon with a scowl.
"You're welcome to him."
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I think it absolutely meets the writing challenge - you are free to post it as its own entry, so I can (eventually) link it back as a prompt fill.
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