Sticky Response Pt 3
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FIC: Continuity - Title (optional) - Characters - brief Kink (please include the entire thing on every part you post and for every comment!) and put Ch# or Pt# at the end. Note any major squicks or kinks in the header as a courtesy to the ( Read more... )
Stories that were started here continue here.
FIC: Continuity - Title (optional) - Characters - brief Kink (please include the entire thing on every part you post and for every comment!) and put Ch# or Pt# at the end. Note any major squicks or kinks in the header as a courtesy to the ( Read more... )
Continuity: AU to just about everything, but most closely resembling TFP
Warnings: Voyeurism, light bondage, orgy, m/m, sticky, religious themes, virginity/defloration, slight flavor of dub-con in a couple of instances.
Pairings: Optimus/Autobots. Quite a lot of Ultra Magnus/Optimus snuck in here. Not sure how that happened, but there ya go.
Open CircleHard, cold and slippery was the stone beneath his hands, beneath his feet, against his body. The fastness did not invite intrusion. Handhold, foothold, shift of weight. A crumbling hold would not be the mode of betrayal; by whatever artifice this throat of rock had been forged (of necessity by hands; this planet had no volcanic process to create such forms), the stone could not be cut by any but the hardest and fastest of blades. Black it seemed now in the twilight that served Cybertron as night, but in daylight it had gleamed violet and crimson and sapphire, colors shifting with the angle of view. He had begun the climb at dawn ( ... )
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Perhaps he was simply low on fuel after the climb, but ill will was the last thing Optimus harbored toward these people. “I will enter,” he said, unsure of the proper ritual response. This seemed to satisfy Prowl.
“Then in perfect love and perfect trust, be thou well come.”
Weapons retracted or stowed, the mechs of the Order swiftly formed a literal circle around the walls of the courtyard, Optimus and Ultra Magnus in the center. The Magnus gestured and a young scout-frame, smaller than Prowl and Jazz, joined them. The scout tugged on Optimus’ hand and, as the rest of the mechs began to chant, Optimus knelt.
Hail! Guardians of the Watchtowers of the East: Sparks of mind and wisdom, avatars of CPU and memory core, Photon. We ask for your guidance and presence. Come to us. Come to us. Come to us.“There are seven ( ... )
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Drift looked faintly ill. Of the three, he showed the most proficiency in attaining certain levels of meditation. He could sometimes overload without any tactile stimulation; falling into ecstasy through the evocation of Primus alone.
“If this Optimus Prime turns out to be the True Bearer,” said Hot Rod, chin jutting, “then we won’t have long to wait.” Blurr stared resolutely at the ceiling.
“That has yet to be determined,” Ultra Magnus said coolly. “Carrying the Matrix and Bearing are not the same. I trust you have not forgotten Sentinel.”
“No, Magnus,” the three answered in unison.
“I suggest you spend the next six groons in sincere contemplation of your personal relationships with Primus. Dismissed.”
.oOo0oOo.The shaft was so narrow and straight and smooth, Optimus was tempted to let himself slide down, braking with pressure from ( ... )
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“Didn’t mean to hurt me, I don’t think,” Optimus whispered. “Six legs. Two heads, or optical stalks…not a biologist. Seemed to control the scraplets. What was it?”
“You can discuss ecology later!” Ratchet yelled, shoving Ultra Magnus back. “Scraplets! He’s lucky to be alive, let alone in one piece!”
“Mostly in one piece,” someone said.
“Out!” Ratchet howled. “Optimus, I’m putting you in light stasis till I get all these holes patched. Three, two, one…”
Pain and voices and consciousness went away.
.oOo0oOo.“Did I pass ( ... )
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