[Please do not follow this blog if you are underage, thank you.] This is where I write drabbles, fics, and all that stuff. Some of the writing in terms of ficlets and things of that nature might be a bit sloppy or unfinished, and I might pick them up later. Basically, this is just a place for me to keep myself writing. Commissions Post AO3
A commission for the ever lovely simonbitdiddle! This time, a metal gear rising fanfic.
Pairing: Sam/Raiden
Warnings: NSFW, sexual roleplaying (noncon fantasy), bondage.
"Well Blondie, it looks like I have you right where I want you." Sam began, tracing his fingers along the bindings that held Raiden down to the bed. The wires were surprisingly thin, looking more like twine than anything. However, Sam knew that they made up for their flimsy appearance in strength. "I suppose that's not much of a surprise though. You were quite easy prey. Though to be honest..." He ran his fingers down Raiden's arm, before moving them to his jaw. He enjoyed stringing Raiden along like this. Even though he tried to mask it with an aloof expression, Sam could see his anticipation.
Sam tilted his head up, forcing Raiden to make eye-contact with him. He wanted to look right into those beautiful eyes as he dug the knife in further. He wanted to see just how much he had conquered his opponent. "... I was expecting a bit more of a fight. I hope you were just saving your energy. It'd be a shame if you left me bored. You wouldn't like me when I'm bored. I have the habit of finding... creative ways to entertain myself." His free hand squeezed onto the handle of his murasama blade as he grinned at Raiden. An idle threat, he wouldn’t waste this opportunity to slice up an incapacitated opponent.
"Don't get too cocky. It was pure luck, nothing more." Raiden replied as he scoffed at Sam. His body was tense, he could feel every nerve in his body rejecting Sam. Raiden kept his head held high as he leaned away from Sam's touch. Just having physical contact like this with Sam was enough to make his blood boil. He mustered every bit of defiance he had in him before glaring down at him, "If you really were a threat, you wouldn't have needed to tie me up." He pulled at the binds, making sure to emphasize his point.
Sam hummed, reaching up to stroke over his own chin. He thoughtfully ran his fingers along the stubble, as if concentrating on his next words. "And if I wasn't a threat, I wouldn't have been able to put you in them in the first place, correct?" He raised a brow at Raiden as if offering him a challenge, before chuckling, "I'm just being efficient, Blondie. That's all." He couldn’t help it, it was just too entertaining to jerk his prey around like this. It’s not as if he was in a hurry.
"Right, efficient. Because when you've got your enemy tied up, efficiency is the most important part, right?" Raiden rolled his eyes, groaning at Sam, "Look, why don't you just save the tricks and untie me? I didn't think this was like you, Sam. Resorting to cheap tactics to get what you wanted.” It wasn’t a great plan, but it’s all he had. Rile Sam up and get him to finally slip up. Maybe he could’ve managed getting himself out of this mess.
Sam didn't seem to be listening, he hummed idly as both of his hands wandered to Raiden's sides. It was amazing how different a cyborg felt to a human. There was a certain heat there that seemed so artificial, but so inviting. "Later, Pretty Boy. Right now I'm busy. I've gotta take inventory on my opponent, right? Learn everything there is to know about him, down to the most... Intimate of details." He emphasized his point by tracing his fingers along the crotch plate. It was even warmer under his fingers, making his own heart beat a little faster. "It's all part of the process."
His hands wandered over the straps that kept it fastened, playing with them idly. It was a gentle pull, not even enough to knock anything out of place. "You know Blondie, I always was curious about what you cyborgs have going on down here. They didn't remove everything completely, did they?" He yanked at one of the straps, pulling it up so it would dig into Raiden's crotch. Sam wanted to get a reaction out of him. He wanted to see Raiden completely caught off guard and exposed.
Sam could see the way Raiden's steady glare faltered. That sweet little gasp that escaped those pretty lips of his. He could feel Raiden even move with him as he jerked the strap up. Raiden’s fingers even curled with that sudden stimulation, his body responding so positively. It was as if it was just natural for him to give in to just the smallest touch. It must have been quite some time since Raiden had gotten any attention like this. Luckily for Sam, he had Raiden right where he wanted him. He didn't even had to try.
"Who knew you'd be such an easy target." Sam began, toying with the strap that held the cover into place. He was examining it, seeing just how easy it would be to relieve Raiden of what little cover he had. "It's almost as if you wanted to get caught. Eh, Pretty Boy?" With the flick of his wrist, the strap fell loose. He could see the the crotch plate to sag. It was enough to give him a small peek of what was under. Just the tease of some sort of protrusion poking out.
Sam's hand lingered to the other strap, gingerly pulling at it. He could see Raiden looking away from him, giving him the cold shoulder. Those cute lips parted slightly as Raiden sighed at him. He was already pouting, and they barely even started their little game. It was satisfying to see Raiden like this, to know he was drawing this out of him.
"No response? Come on Blondie, I thought you'd have at least one comeback.... I didn't realize I was hitting everything right on the mark. You really are a pervert, aren't you?" Sam grasped firmer onto the strap now, tugging it threateningly, "Then I suppose you won't mind if I remove this, hm? Since you're so indifferent to all of this."
He could see Raiden holding his breath. The way his body became taut under his fingers. "But... perhaps I should have a little mercy. There's just so much more of you I haven't experienced, Blondie. We've got all the time in the world to get better acquainted. No need to rush to dessert, hm?" Sam never was one to rush, he wanted to savor every moment of this pleasure.
"Thanks, but I'm on a diet." Raiden replied, scoffing at Sam's words. It wasn't his strongest comeback, but that wasn't Sam's best come on either. "You may have all the time in the world to waste on feeling up strangers, but I have plenty more important things to be doing. For instance, gutting you right where you stand." Raiden tried to pull at one of the bindings that restrained him, feeling that unyielding wire dig into him.
"Always so vicious... You really should be thanking me. I'm just helping you ease up a bit, letting you relax." Sam responded, dipping his fingers down between Raiden's thighs. He was exploring the artificial muscle, feeling its firmness. It was impressive the amount of workmanship that went into Raiden's body. The muscle felt so close to the real thing, yet unmistakably man made. There was something to the texture that just felt artificial. Too perfect.
After all, Sam only had his arm. No other enhancements in sight. It was rare to get the opportunity to get up close and personal with a cyborg. He hummed, moving down as he explored further. His hands wandering to Raiden's calves. He could feel the difference in the tissues, the softer joints and harder muscle. The variation in functions brought all sorts of interesting sensations as he felt him over. He continued this examination, squeezing along Raiden’s ankle. Sam couldn’t help but whistle when he reached one of his favorite parts of Raiden’s body.
He always did like those heels.
Sam took this opportunity to tighten the bindings around Raiden's ankles. He wanted to make sure it stayed secure. "Can't have you running off before we're done. That wouldn't be any fun, would it?" Sam was secure in the fact that Raiden wouldn’t run, even if he wanted to. For hating this so much, Raiden’s struggling had gotten considerably weaker.
"I don't know, if gets pretty boring being poked at like some kind of science experiment." Raiden groaned, rolling his head back into the pillow. He may have been in a compromising situation, but it didn't mean he wouldn't complain about it. Nor did it mean he wouldn't be looking for a chance to escape. Even if there was something about Sam’s touch that was a bit too comfortable for him, it was a matter of pride at this point. He wasn’t going to let Sam feel any taste of victory over him.
Sam didn't seem to mind much. He was more focused on the delicate build of Raiden's feet. The appealing arch created by those heels. He dipped his fingers under the curve, running along it. This was completely different than the rest of him. The stiff metal unyielding under his touch. It was remarkably cold as well, as if he was just touching a piece of equipment. "It's amazing how you can maneuver around in these, Blondie. Must be quite difficult to get used to." He could feel Raiden jerking softly at his bindings. Raiden was attempting to avoid his touch, "Though I suppose you're a natural, hm?"
He slid his hand further up, tracing along the joint of the ankle. His pace was languid as he spread his fingers out, exploring the calf muscle. It felt tougher here, the small wires that made up this joint taut from stress. "Still so tense? Here, let me help you." Sam brought both of his hands close now, gently digging his fingers into the wires. He kept his pace slow as he wandered further up to meet the dip of Raiden's knee.
"Hmm... I suppose it wouldn't be fair to neglect your other leg. I do want to take care of you as best as I can while you're here." Sam made sure to give one final squeeze before he moved on. He repeated that same massaging motion, making sure to cover as much area as possible. Sam didn’t want to be unfair about this. He strongly felt that every part of Raiden’s body deserved attention and admiration. He was such an impressive fighter after all.
"Much better, wouldn't you say?" Sam leaned down, placing a gentle kiss upon Raiden's calf. He made sure to tenderly brush his lips over the artificial muscle, showing every bit of affection that he could. Sam could hear Raiden scoffing in disgust at his gesture. It only encouraged him to show more affection. Yet, it was getting more difficult for him to resist rushing in taking this further. There was just something about Raiden that made him so eager. The heat that was brewing in his own gut only confirmed this. Raiden was just so beautiful.
Sam tried to keep his pace even as he moved up just that little bit more. He caged in Raiden's body, his lips hovering near the metal cover now. Sam whistled as he moved his hands up to squeeze his inner thigh. He could feel the stark contrast of heat here, just how much warmer it was as he moved closer to Raiden’s groin.
It was a good thing Sam was a patient man. Too bad he couldn't say the same for Raiden. He was making it rather clear just how much Sam was affecting him. Sam merely had to move his hand along Raiden's inner thigh to feel those beautiful muscles tense up under him. As Sam traced his fingers further up between his legs he could hear him gasp. Though the movement was nearly undetectable, Raiden was beginning to jerk his hips forward. Already so shameless in showing just how eager he was.
Despite this, it was more than enough for Sam to be able to tell that Raiden was already nearing his limits. He must have been desperate to already offer his body up. Or perhaps, it was his own talent that made Raiden open up. It made Sam chuckle softly to himself, the realization of how much power he truly had dawning upon him.
"It's been a while, hasn't it? I can already see your body's so impatient for this attention." Sam squeezed between Raiden's thighs with his other hand, digging into the area under the crotch plate. "I didn't expect that I'd be doing you such a favor. To be honest, Raiden..." Sam looked up at him, making sure to make direct eye-contact. "I feel a little used." He feigned sadness at this, pouting his lip.
Raiden opened his mouth to protest, feeling an overwhelming amount of annoyance begin to churn in his gut. Yet as he tried to speak, the words were caught in his throat. As if his body just couldn’t muster the strength to even perform such a simple function. It didn't stop him from responding to Sam with the best glare he could manage. Even if it wasn’t much, he finally managed to push a few words out from his throat. "Just... just shut up. You... You know you're pulling that all out of your ass." It made him embarrassed to feel how difficult it was to find his wording. His cheeks were growing warm as he realized how helpless he sounded. He couldn’t let Sam get to him.
"That's the best you've got? Hmm, I really must be getting to you if you can't think of anything more to say than that, Blondie. If I wasn't enjoying myself so much, I'd consider going easy on you." Sam moved up now, covering Raiden with his own body. As his fingers began to run over Raiden's throat, his other hand remained between his thighs. "But let's be honest. I'm sure you'd prefer it this way, hm?" Sam made sure to keep Raiden pressed up close against him. The heat of their bodies mingling with one another.
Sam had to admit, it did feel strange to be pressed up against a cyborg like this. The heat was unnaturally warm as it washed over him. Even better, it was amazing to just feel Raiden's throat under his fingers. He couldn't wait to see what else might have been different.
His hand began to wander up Raiden's neck, his fingers sprawling out to trace over his jawline. The synthetic flesh felt smooth under his fingers, almost like a silicone material. It reminded Sam of many unsavory things. He couldn't help but feel a slight flush to his cheeks as all he could think was that Raiden reminded him of a toy for pleasure.
Depending on what he found between his legs, perhaps he'd find even more similarities.
Sam just couldn’t handle this anticipation anymore. He began to kiss down Raiden’s throat, making his way down his chest. His eyes remained fixed on the metal cover that hid Raiden from him. He wanted to finally see what was under it. His hand lingered on the remaining strap, running over it as he pulled it loose.
What he found underneath was unusual, but not completely unexpected. It resembled his own parts, simply enough. But there was something strange about it. Almost as if it was some sort of toy, completely fake. Sam raised one of his brows as he stroked along the length of Raiden’s dick, squeezing over it. He could feel Raiden’s chest raising under him, the way he sucked in a sharp breath. Clearly, it was having some sort of effect on him.
Sam wanted to test this out even more. He wanted to see what else he could do with this part of Raiden.
“Hmm, seems like there’s more to these similarities than I thought.” Sam replied, chuckling. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. The people you work with do seem strange after all.” He squeezed the head of Raiden’s dick, noticing how it seemed to default to an erect state. Was it so he’d always be ready for something like this? It made him amused just thinking about it. “A body made for this sort of thing, and yet you hardly engage in these kinds of activities. It must be frustrating, no?”
Raiden’s eyes showed just how much he was holding back. How many smart ass remarks he wanted to let out so he could get Sam to shut up, and yet, barely any of them were coming out. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean? I’m made for fighting… I don’t get what else you’d be implying here. Don’t project your… creepy fantasy all over me or whatever.” Despite his words of disgust and protest, Raiden’s hips still moved with Sam, pressing into his touch.
Sam laughed, ignoring Raiden’s words for the most part. He was more focused on what else he could figure out of this body of his. he traced his hand down further along the dick, feeling around the base. He could’ve swore he felt some sort of seam under it, as if there was a connecting point. It made him curious to explore what this might have been for. Without thinking, Sam tilted the attachment, before hearing a soft click.
Much to his surprise, it came loose in his hand. Even more surprising… Raiden didn’t wasn't fazed by this at all. For someone like Sam, who loved to see every little reaction he could elicit out of someone. That was a problem.
He took the appendage, tracing it over Raiden’s thighs. As he idly played with it, Sam noticed something else now that he had a much clearer view. A hole of some sort, most likely for intimate activities. He’d have to make sure to test that out before he finished playing with Raiden. For now, he had more important things to do.
Sam brought the attachment up Raiden’s stomach, tracing the tip over him. Before easing it between his chest. He offered Raiden a grin, making sure he could see every little thing he was doing with this part of him. “How does it feel, Blondie? Can you feel anything at all right now?” Perhaps it didn’t matter if he could. With the way his cheeks were becoming so terribly red, it was clear that it was at least having a psychological effect on him.
It was a shame that the only verbal response Sam got from him was a grunt as Raiden turned his head away. He was avoiding eye-contact as much as possible, or at least attempting to. It was quite obvious that he still was looking on though, as if he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight before him.
Sam knew how to keep that attention, too. He brought the attachment up to his own mouth, gently kissing the tip. Watching as Raiden twitched under him, he smiled in satisfaction. He continued this attention, brushing his lips over that part of him. His movements were languid, taking his time as he kissed along the length. It was a little strange in many ways. Sam usually expected something to be leaking out at this point. There was also a detachment from intimacy, it felt as if he was merely giving attention to a toy and nothing more.
However, Raiden’s own reactions made up for this tenfold.
His eyes were fixed on Sam, watching his every movement. Even if his head was tilting away, he was peering directly at him, watching every movement. His hips were even beginning to move with Sam in some way, as if trying to urge him on. With every time Sam kissed along his dick, Raiden’s hips moved in rhythm. As if he could still feel this in some way. Those pretty lips even parted with his breathing, showing the intensity of his interest.
Sam began to push the attachment in his own mouth, taking him deep. It was one fluid movement for the toy to go down his throat, before he quickly pulled it back out. “What’s the matter, Pretty Boy? Do I really have your attention so much? Even if you can’t feel it.” He dragged his tongue along the length, sucking on it loudly. It was amusing just to see Raiden’s reactions to those lewd sounds, the way he flinched. It made him only want to amplify this sensation for him.
Drool began to drip from Sam’s mouth as he dragged his tongue along the entire length. He wanted it to be absolutely coated, making up for the lack of pre-cum. He could see Raiden begin to lick his lips in anticipation, completely caught up in this moment.
Sam could feel a distinct reaction in his own gut as he watched Raiden's face. That curl of pleasure twisting in him as he bucked his hips forward slightly. His own cock twitched with arousal as he rubbed up against Raiden's thigh. It fit perfectly between his own legs, giving him some sort of purchase. But he wanted friction.
As Sam used one hand to tease Raiden's dick along his metal jaw, Sam reached down to free his own cock. He rubbed his fingers over his length, feeling the pre-cum begin to ooze out. Sam didn't even need to stroke himself to arousal, there was already that painful throb of anticipation.
Sam experimentally moved his hips against Raiden's thigh. He was testing how the synthetic flesh felt rubbing against his dick. The pace was cautious, as he wanted to avoid injuring his much more sensitive body. As he kept up these slow movements, Sam began to brush Raiden's dick against his lips.
There was something impossibly erotic about seeing him part his lips to suck himself off. Even if it technically was just an attachment, it was a unique experience all the same. Sam knew his own body was enjoying it, with the way his own cock twitched with arousal.
He wanted to see more.
Sam began to push the toy between Raiden's lips. He watched as he Raiden willingly opened his mouth for the intrusion, despite the defiance in those pretty blue eyes. As he kept up these movements, Sam rolled his hips against Raiden's thigh. The synthetic muscle felt amazing, even if it was just rubbing against him. The texture of it created a unique stimulation against his cock, combined with the heat that was building up.
It was making Sam's heart practically beat out of his chest. He just felt so overwhelmed by this unique stimulation, combined with the show Raiden was putting on for him.
Sam let out a soft moan as he pushed the appliance further into Raiden's mouth, practically shoving it in his throat. To his amazement, Raiden didn't even gag. Even with the drool dripping from his lips, his tongue peeked out to tease over the toy. He was showing off his experience, wanting to catch Sam off guard in what little way he could.
Sam could barely take another moment.
He slowly eased the toy from Raiden's mouth, taking in every moment. Sam could hear that soft sucking sound as he pulled it from his lips, a trail of spit dripping from the toy. It made his own cheeks begin to prick with that heat of arousal.
Sam took the wet appliance, running it down Raiden's side, tracing it down to his hip. As his eyes followed the movement, Sam noticed something peculiar.
A wetness had begun to form between Raiden's thighs.
He ran his fingers around the area, spreading them as he explored. Sam followed the wetness, trying to find what he was looking for. It only took a few moments of tracing through the sticky hot fluid before his fingers pressed against something warm and tight.
"Ah... there we go, Blondie. I suppose you're quite versatile, aren't you?" Sam spoke, mouthing his lips over Raiden's throat.
Raiden couldn't even manage a remark, letting out a soft whine of pleasure. It was for the best, after all Sam wasn't planning on letting him have much opportunity to speak.
Sam began to run the appliance over Raiden's entrance teasing along the opening. He kept his movements broad and slow, wanting to draw out this moment. He could feel Raiden's breath hitch under his lips as he continued to kiss along his throat. Even his hips jerked as he tried to push the toy inside him.
"Who knew you'd be so perverted, Pretty Boy? Not a single problem with doing something like this, hm? I suppose I should just give you what you want then. I'm not completely cruel, after all."
With that, Sam eased the toy inside Raiden. Just enough to spread him and tease inside the opening. With every movement of the toy, Sam rolled his hips against him, a mockery of sex. Even though they just started, Sam's cock was already painfully throbbing. Raiden just looked so beautiful, it was difficult to help himself.
He would need to make this quick.
Sam began to pick up his pace as he rubbed against Raiden, continuing to buck his hips against him. It was enough to even cause the bed to creak with their movement, Raiden shifting upon the bed. Yet despite Sam's eagerness with his own pace, he kept his finger like a guard on the appliance. Not allowing it to go any deeper than he wanted it to. His hand constantly bumping against Raiden's pelvis, denying him full pleasure.
It was Raiden's cute little whines of denial that pushed Sam over the edge. Just as he began moving, he abruptly jerked his hips to Raiden's thigh. His free hand digging into the sheets as he gently dug his teeth into Raiden's throat. Sam stifled his own groan of release as hot thick spurts of cum splattered against Raiden.
As he pulled away, Sam could see that trail of spit between them. He realized just how much of a mess he had made. Even better, Raiden was still trembling in anticipation for his own release.
"My apologies, Blondie..." The words rumbled out from his throat as he moved down between Raiden's legs. He could see the cum that splattered all over his thigh now, the mess sticking out wonderfully. It left Sam breathless just to see how much of a disarray Raiden was in.
"I promise I'm not the selfish type. I'll help you too, don't worry." He eased the appliance out of Raiden, watching as his body was trying to tighten up around this intrusion. It made Sam feel a bit dizzy with how erotic this sight was.
With one fluid movement, he hooked the toy back into place. It so easily clicked back, the connection becoming secure once more. He could tell by the fact that Raiden had begun to move against his hand. His cute little moans hitching with the soft glitch of his voice.
Sam couldn't wait a moment longer, not with the way Raiden's cock began to ooze an appealing blue tinged fluid. He pushed the head between his lips, allowing his tongue to roll around it. It felt surprisingly thick in his mouth. Sam didn't even bother pulling away, pushing him in all the way to take the hilt. It was only for a mere moment though, before he eased his himself back once more.
Sam bobbed his head, alternating his pace to work with Raiden's thrusts against him. As Raiden moved faster, so did Sam. The sweet fluid was already beginning to leak into his mouth, making him feel warm.
Then, they returned to that wonderful languid slow pace. He was trying to milk Raiden's cock for all he had, not wanting to spill a drop. Sam could feel a helpful hand guiding his head, pushing him close as Raiden rolled his hips up. The thick fluids filled his mouth, pouring down his throat. He could feel the hand holding him steady, helping him swallow every last drop.
That helping hand that... shouldn't have been there.
Sam yanked his head away from Raiden's dick, managing a sour look up at him. "Ay, Blondie. I'm not sure what part of the fantasy entailed you breaking free, hm? Isn't the whole point that you're supposed to be at my mercy?" He tapped his fingers against Raiden's hip, sighing up at him. "After all, you so carefully instructed me exactly what you wanted, how you wanted to be totally powerless." He placed emphasis on those last words, rolling his eyes.
Raiden's eyes widened, snipping back at him, "Hey, you were the one who decided to go with this thin metal wire. You know how hard it is not to break this stuff? It's like fishing line." Raiden's cheeks were bright red as he talked, flustered by Sam's words.
"Well, you were the one who wanted freedom of movement." Sam spoke, "Not to be too restrained or anything. So I made some compromises is all." Despite his bitterness, he began to kiss along Raiden's hip,
"I had to focus on not snapping this stuff to shreds the whole time." Raiden spoke, the blush upon his cheeks growing worse as he watched Sam be so affectionate. He didn't even know how to take an argument seriously, did he? "Look, you know what. Whatever. Just come up here and kiss me already, okay? Kissing my hip isn't going to do me any good."
Sam didn't hesitate to oblige, moving up to Raiden's side. He untied his other arm from the wire, freeing it in moments. Just as Sam settled up next to him, Raiden wrapped his arms around him. Despite his strength, he was holding him with care.
Sam began to kiss Raiden's lips the moment he got close enough, taking advantage of their proximity. He looked so perfect like this. "Don't mind if I do, Blondie." He hummed, gently dipping his tongue in Raiden's mouth as he pulled him closer.
After a few moments of this passionate kiss, Raiden tilted his head away. As if shy with all this forward affection, he buried his face in Sam's neck. "You know uhm, you did really good. That was... it was a lot of fun... It felt nice... So thank you." His words were difficult to hear as they were muffled against Sam's throat. Not that he minded it being difficult to decipher such embarrassing things.
"Any time, Pretty Boy. It was my honor." Sam teased, ruffling his hand through Raiden's soft hair. He was used to Raiden always trying to hide those words of affection.. He found it more endearing than anything. That's why he enjoyed playing with Raiden so much. Those moments of vulnerability always made him feel just that little bit closer to him.
"Next time... I want to do something you like too, alright?" Raiden mumbled, hiding his face away. Despite this effort to hide himself, he tugged Sam closer to him.
"Sure, Blondie. Whatever you want." Sam replied, placing a kiss upon Raiden's forehead.
Regardless of the activity Sam always found himself eager for their next encounter. Because no matter what, he knew the next encounter with Raiden would be the best one yet.
Here's a commission i wrote for simonbitdiddle! Good ol' fashioned dratchet with shower time shenanigans. c:
pairing: Drift/Ratchet
warning: nsfw, showersex, watersports.
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Drift needed a new approach to joining in on the drinking games at Swerve's. Namely, he needed to stay far as far away as possible from drinking night. Maybe then he would've avoided getting an impromptu energon bath when someone spilled the drink tray on him. What had been a quick way to blow off some steam had become the biggest and most expensive waste of going out yet.
And he didn't even get himself a drink. Even if it technically wasn't his fault. He knew he couldn't make Pipes pay for it. The mech had enough misfortunes as it was. Not that he could’ve afforded to foot the bill, anyway.
So here he was, spending his night out in the medbay washracks. Not exactly the location he had in mind, but it was the closest place there was to get cleaned off. He really didn't feel up to a walk of shame all the way to the main washracks. Plus, Ratchet was out. So there wasn't much chance of getting scolded for the energon he tracked in.
Not to say he wouldn't clean that later. But for now? He just needed to get this stuff off of him.
Drift wasn't exactly sure where to start with all this, but he knew that some preliminary cleaning wouldn't hurt. He began to wipe the energon off. The bright fluid splattered against the wall with every flick of his wrist. It didn't take long for him to notice that this this was just pushing the energon deeper into the seams.
It was time for a different approach.
Drift's deep sigh turned into a meditative hum. He just had to relax and this would all be cleaned up soon. He reached forward for one of the shower heads. The handle of it was smooth, making it difficult to find exactly where the button might be. These looked absolutely nothing like the simpler showers back in the main washracks. Drift began to run his fingers along it, putting a light pressure on the device.
"Kid, what the hell are you doing in here?"
The voice was loud and booming, causing Drift to jump and tense up. His hand squeezed tight around the shower head, his finger clicking the button on. It didn't occur to Drift that he shouldn't have had the head pointing right at him.
It's a shame that Ratchet just happened to be in the line of fire.
A mix of energon and water generously doused Ratchet. The diluted pink fluid dripping down his face. It certainly helped mask the increasingly warm tone to his face.
"Remind me to wear a bell around my neck, will you?" Ratchet knew he shouldn't have snuck up on Drift like this. If he could even consider stumbling upon an intruder in the washracks to be sneaking.
It took a moment for Drift to take in exactly what just happened. As unfortunate as it was that Ratchet just happened to get dirty, it only gave Drift an idea. Maybe he could salvage this waste of an evening after all. “Sorry about that Ratchet, let me help you get cleaned off.”
He reached forward with one of his own energon coated hands, smearing it against Ratchet’s body. It showed up bright against the white paint, streaking down his chest. “Oh, oops. Here, let me just wipe it up.” Drift continued, grinning as his hand dragged all the way across his Autobrand.
He couldn’t help it, just seeing Ratchet’s face as he did this was priceless. Drift could see the way Ratchet’s lips curled in distaste, his optics narrowing in annoyance. A loud groan was already beginning to escape him as his body grew rigid. Ratchet really was quite attractive when he got this worked up.
“Kid, you’re just making it worse. Why don’t you quit while you’re still ahead? At this rate, it’ll be time for the day shift to come in.” He moved his arms as if he wanted to cross them over his chest, but he stopped himself at the last minute. Ratchet didn’t want to make himself filthier.
“Well, maybe with a little teamwork we’ll both get cleaned up before then.” Drift offered, a smug smile punctuating his words. “It’d be much more efficient if we washed each other, right? Get into those hard to reach places.” He didn’t mind the idea of spending some alone time with Ratchet. Especially under these circumstances.
Ratchet yanked the showerhead out of Drift’s hand. “Well, you’re the dirtiest one of the two of us, Kid. So why don’t we just start with you first? Efficiency and all that.” He was planning on wiping that smug grin right off of Drift’s face. “Just get up against the wall, will ya? It’ll make this easier.” He motioned for Drift to move, flicking his wrist dismissively.
“Now hold still, I don’t want you making this mess any worse.” Ratchet flicked the switch on the showerhead, before pressing the button to turn it on. This time, a dark green liquid began to spurt out. It was thick in consistency, coating Drift’s spinal strut as Ratchet angled it. He watched as the cleaning fluid seeped into the cracks and dips, pushing the pink energon out.
Ratchet reached out, pushing his fingers up against Drift’s back. He used just enough force to push him forward slightly. His touches were deliberate as he pushed the cleaning fluid in deeper. He made sure to scrub it into the wider expanses of Drift’s body. As he spread the fluid around he could see it dripping, dipping down into Drift’s lower back.
He followed the errant cleaning fluid, spreading his fingers out as he pressed into the dip of Drift’s back. He could feel Drift pushing back against him, a soft sigh escaping him. There was a pleasant heat that built up under his fingers as he moved them along Drift’s hip. He held onto him for a few moments, massaging the joint. His other hand was busy spraying more of the cleaning fluid along the parts of Drift’s body that he had yet to explore. Anything to make the massage more smooth and easy.
“Ratchet… please.” Drift’s vents exhaled as he spoke, his frame trembling under Ratchet’s fingers. The stimulation was making his sensors spark with pleasure. It was enough to make his knees feel weak. His joints relaxed to a point they hadn’t reached in so long. It made him crave more of that attention. “Could you, ah… go a little lower? I feel as if there’s lots of energon that… dripped down there.” It always amazed him how Ratchet’s touches brought him to this state in mere moments.
“Of course, kid.” Ratchet hummed, feeling a curl of pleasure in his own spark. He dipped his fingers past Drift’s hip, rubbing along his inner thigh. There was an intense heat there, one that only grew stronger as he briefly brushed his fingers against Drift’s panel. “You know… it’s important to clean your spike housing, Drift.” His words were low as he leaned closer to Drift’s audials. “As your medical professional, I’d like to offer my help.” He emphasized his words by pressing his hand between Drift’s thighs, squeezing his panel.
It was difficult for Drift to find his words. He nearly choked on them as he spoke, “Could… could you… help? I… I’d like that.” Drift didn’t consider himself impatient, but he just couldn’t wait a moment longer. Not when the tension had been built up this high. He opened his interface panel, shivering at the sudden feeling of exposure. Drift could already feel lubricant begin to drip down his thighs. It only made him crave more of Ratchet’s attention.
“So much for getting cleaned up, looks like you’re making more of a mess.” Ratchet laughed softly, bringing the showerhead forward. He traced his fingers over the lubricant, spreading it more before washing it away. This sight alone was making Ratchet’s own spike begin to strain against its housing. He ran the showerhead up against Drift’s valve, using his hand to spread the lips gently. Ratchet pushed one of his fingers in, tracing it around one of his interior nodes. It only took another finger easing in to see Drift’s spike begin to pressurize. He took Drift’s spike in his hand, running along the length of it as he squeezed.
“W-wait.” Drift spoke, his body becoming more rigid. “A-ah Ratchet I…” His face was flushed as he tried to regain some kind of composure. “I… er… I wanted to ask you something.” He paused for a long few moments, before leaning against the wall of the shower. He was hiding his face with his arm. Drift remained this way for a few long moments before mumbling something under his breath.
Ratchet couldn’t quite make out what Drift was trying to say. His arm had done a wonderful job muffling his words. “Could you run that by me again?” He spoke, trying to lean closer so he could make out what he was trying to tell him. “Didn’t quite hear you since you’re covering your mouth and all.”
“It’s ah, nothing.” Drift spoke, leaning away from the wall with a nervous smile. It was obvious by the expression on his face that he was hiding something.
Ratchet let out a sigh, rolling his optics, “Come on kid, just spit it out.”
“I just, ah.” Drift began. His posture was becoming more rigid, his joints tightening up a bit. He was looking away from Ratchet now, avoiding his glance. “I wanted to relieve myself. Here. With uh, you.” The moment those words escaped from his mouth, Drift buried his face against the wall again. As if he was bracing himself for the absolute worst.
Ratchet’s optics widened a moment, before he eased into a calm expression. “Is that all?” He spoke, running his fingers along the underside of Drift’s spike. “Kid, I’ve done weirder thing with stranger mechs than you.” He teased. Ratchet used his free hand to begin massaging over one of Drift’s thighs. “Go ahead, you have my permission… Just relax and do what feels most comfortable.” Ratchet kept rubbing circles over Drift’s thigh, hoping this would help him in easing up his tension.
Drift nodded at Ratchet’s words, still keeping his face hidden. At least he could feel his joints finally begin to relax under Ratchet’s attention. Drift tilted his hips forward, moving himself in Ratchet’s hand. The pleasure rolling over him in intense waves. Just the anticipation of what he was going to do was enough to bring that wonderful throbbing sensation in his spike.
Then, just as soon as he began, he felt that wonderful release. The oil splashing against the wall of the washrack. Drift looked down at the sight, feeling his cheeks become impossibly warm. He parted his lips, a soft moan escaping him as he saw Ratchet’s hand begin to stroke him.
Just seeing Drift like this was more than enough for Ratchet’s spike to pressurize. It was already dripping with transfluid, the pink fluid generously running down his length. Ratchet didn’t hesitate in rubbing his spike between Drift’s thighs. He rubbed it between the lips of Drift’s valve. Ratchet could feel that amazing heat against him. Especially with that added pressure of Drift’s thighs hugging around him.
“You… you did good, kid.” His vocalizer cracked unexpectedly as he spoke. It even made Ratchet begin to blush. He spread the fluids over Drift’s spike, thrusting in time with his own movements.
Drift couldn’t take a moment more of this teasing. Just this much attention caused his vents to kick on, pouring heat over the both of them. He craved more than just this, he wanted to give Ratchet as much pleasure as he could. He wanted to show him appreciation for indulging his own desires.
As he felt Ratchet begin to pull away, Drift angled his hips, bracing himself against the wall. Drift pushed the entrance of his valve against him, meeting Ratchet’s thrust. The sensation of every single one of those sensitive nodes being stimulated at once was enough to make him gasp out in pleasure. He felt his spike twitch, more transfluid leaking down the length. He dug his fingers into the wall of the washrack, gaining more purchase as he forced himself against Ratchet. The effort of his movements was enough to make him pant softly, his body eager for more.
“Drift!” Ratchet exhaled, his mind trying to catch up with that sudden overwhelming feeling. Drift just felt so perfect around him, and he could feel his valve squeezing even tighter. The nodes were practically massaging his spike as Drift bounced on his length. It was making Ratchet dizzy with pleasure.
The temperature between them was climbing by the moment, Ratchet's vents pouring heat over Drift. Ratchet wasn't even doing much movement on his own. It was Drift who was beginning to move more intensely. Ratchet shifted his hands, steadying himself on Drift’s hips. Drift was practically riding him, slamming himself up against Ratchet’s spike.
Ratchet wasn’t sure how much longer he could last. It was difficult for him to even meet Drift’s pace with how intensely he was moving. Ratchet felt those intense jolts of pleasure rolling up his spinal strut. It made his knees feel weak as he just tried to keep his grip on Drift. It was impossible to hold back his own gasps of pleasure, even as he tried to muffle himself with one of his hands. Drift was just too talented at this, and he couldn't resist showing appreciation for him. "I'm... I'm..." Ratchet didn't have a hint of restraint left, he was just too overwhelmed with this wonderful sensation. "Kid I'm gonna..."
Drift's parted his lips. His gasps were completely silent as he felt overwhelmed with this stimulation. It was growing increasingly difficult for him to keep a steady pace with the way his body trembled. He felt his back arching as he slammed himself against Ratchet with one quick movement. That feeling of feeling his spike hit the ceiling of his valve was just enough to push Drift over the edge. His body was limp against the wall as his cheek pressed against the cool surface. Jolts of pleasure running through his body as he caught a glimpse of his transfluid splattering against the wall. It made Drift drool, his optics dimmed as he allowed himself to bask in the afterglow of pleasure.
Ratchet soon followed after, thrusting inside Drift as he limply rested against the wall. He practically stuffed Drift's valve with transfluid as he rolled his hips up against him. His fingers digging into the metal plating as he held him still. "P... Primus, Kid." Ratchet breathed out, his words shaky as he stared down at the sight before him. Drift looked absolutely perfect like this, completely spent in his own pleasure. Ratchet's mind felt hazy as well. He occupied himself with placing lazy kisses along Drift's spinal strut. Ratchet kept his spike inside him, still moving his hips slightly as those aftershocks of pleasure tingled through him.
He could hear Drift laughing softly, a broad smile upon his face.
"You know Ratchet..." Drift began, looking back at him. "I've still got a lot more cleaning to do... And at this rate, it might take all night. I could sure use some help." That flush was coming back to his cheeks, a soft laugh escaping him.
Ratchet reached for the showerhead, offering Drift a grin, "Way ahead of you, kid."
good lord i haven't been active on this blog in a long time. anyway, i'm going to be posting other fandom writings on here too so expect that (metal gear rising fic here i come.) i'm not done with tfs, just working on other stuff.
here's a short preview of that nsfw steeljaw/strongarm fic i'll finish eventually. i don't really make a habit of posting previews but *loud farting noises*
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Even despite all of these troubles, Strongarm had to admit there was one exception to this rule.
Her latest project, the newly reformed Decepticon prisoner.
Especially with the way that he was so wonderfully positioned upon her desk. His body draped over as his thick thighs were spread wide. With his panel open she could see the trace of lubricant that was already dripping down, splattering onto the floor. She didn’t even need the aid of a spreader bar to keep him in such a strenuous position. Strongarm did know how to properly take care of her pets, after all.
She had let him stew in his anticipation for most of the morning. Merely indulging him in the occasional tug on his collar. Or if she was feeling particularly generous, the brush of her fingers against his thighs. It was amusing how even the most minimal amount of attention had the con moving his hips.
Luckily for Steeljaw, Strongarm was ready for a little more than just teasing. It had been a long morning, and even she had her own limits.
Writing blog makeover thanks to Adri! He's super kind and great and made me this avatar to go along with my new writing blog theme. Thanks so so much, dude!
I'm always open to prompts and requests, by the way. So feel free to leave any in my inbox. There's no promise I'll necessarily do all of them, though. So if it's something you'd really like to see done I'm also open for commissions!
Also, I'm working on another Strongarm/Steeljaw nsfw fic right now. So expect to see that coming up soon. I'm really enjoying this pairing!
I’m taking commissions right now. Currently I’m open.
I do Transformers fic of nearly every continuity: IDW, G1, Prime, TFA, Armada (I’m probably forgetting some so go ahead and ask if you’re not sure.)
I am extremely open to a lot of kinks and ideas. There are very few limits I have. I also have an f-list for a quick guide for things I will do. If there’s something that isn’t covered on the list or you have any questions, don’t worry. We can discuss it privately. So don’t hesitate on sending me a message and asking me about whatever you might want me to write. I do have a few rules, however.
I will do:
Fluff
Consensual
Slice of life
Noncon, Dubcon.
Hurt/comfort
Snuff, gore, violence, torture.
Bondage, petplay, BDSM.
Canon/OC (Just provide info on your OC!)
OC/OC (Just provide info on your OC!)
Plenty more. Just consult my f-list for more information.
I will not do:
Inflation, stuffing, foodplay, vore.
Furryformers (will do these now!), humanformers, genderbends.
Scat. (I’m fine with watersports and vomit.)
Xeno
Prices:
$14 USD - 500 Words
$7 USD - For every additional 500 words
My ao3 is triscuitwrites if you want to get a feel for the length of my fics and writing style.
Payment: $14 Upfront, the rest of the payment will be made when the fic is finished. I only do Paypal.
Notes: I want to make sure I know exactly what you want. So, in the beginning I’d like to just talk and ask questions. I’ll make sure to verify that the prompt for the commission is what you want and you’re satisfied with it. Once I start working on the fic, it’s set in stone. I can change minor things later, but I’m not going to re-write the whole thing. You have an option to commission another fic, but if we settle on something it’s settled.
I work on fics as soon as I can. I’ll keep in contact with you about it, so don’t worry. Depending on how busy I am and the length of the fic, these shouldn’t take over a month. (This might change if the fic is exceptionally long and requires a lot of my attention, feel free to ask me for a time estimate when we get talking.)
If you have any questions, feel free to message me on tumblr or you can e-mail me at: [email protected]
For your writing commissions, is it only for fandom? I've been looking for someone to write something filthy for my werewolf OC's (where I'd provide enough information for them that you'd have tons of creative freedom) and it's so hard to find someone who'd do that. That, and I'm really shy about asking for it, lol.
As long as I got the info and how you want it handled I can try my best to do it! With something like OCs yeah I'd like to have info to go onto. Basically with something where it's like, completely your characters, etc. I'd prefer if we talked it out quite a bit first so i felt settled in with everything.
So basically nah, I can do things outside fandom too. It's just I'll need more info and stuff.
(Dunno if youre comfortable with this but exchanging instant messenger handles would be the best so we can "talk it out" but e-mails can work too)
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