DVD Commentary meme - Response 2
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wicked3659(Anonymous) wrote: Dec. 3rd, 2009 02:02 pm (local) A Matter of Trust: Prowl/Bluestreak G1 (sticky D/s toys)
Here is the original link request: http://community.livejournal.com/tfanonkink/491.html?thread=1476587#t1476587
You'll have to bear with me plot was requested so it is a little longer than my usual :) Hope you enjoy it.
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Ahahahaha, I have to de-anon for this commentary :3 for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eerian_sadow.
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New recruits, Prowl was not fond of new recruits. It rarely fell to him to induct them and make sure they settled in. It was eating up a lot of his solar cycle, one that could actually be spent doing more valuable work. Why Prime had requested him specifically he had no idea but Prowl trusted his Prime’s reasoning as always.
As a trainer of new staff in previous jobs, I can only relate to Prowl's thinking here. I'd rather be one of the ones that stands on the sidelines and watches them progress rather than the one they think is someone they can turn to (I'm rubbish at that).
“Bumblebee step forward.” A small yellow mini-bot smiled up at Prowl. “You’re a scout?” Prowl asked taking a quick glance at the smaller mech. “One of the best.” He replied brightly. Prowl nodded moving over to the next ‘bot. “First Aid.” The ‘bot stood to attention. “You’re a trained medic?” “Yes Sir.” “Hmmm Ratchet will be pleased.” “I get to work with Ratchet. You mean THE Ratchet?” He asked excitedly. Prowl quirked an orbital ridge. “Indeed.” The corner of his mouth pulled up slightly at First Aid’s excitement. “Bluestreak step forward.” Prowl glanced up and froze at the sight of the slightly smaller mech before him. His pale frame contrasted his red chevron and his doorwings fluttered subtly, nervous. Prowl realised he was staring.
I wanted to show Prowl's... discomfort with having to deal with the nervous/excited new recruits here. He really doesn't know what to say in the way of small talk and when he sees familiarity in Bluestreak he's pretty dumbstruck. Prowl isn't used to the unexpected.
“You’re from Praxus?” He asked softly. Bluestreak nodded, his optics only glancing up once to take in the familiar sight of the fellow Praxian. “It doesn’t state your speciality.” “Oh...” A quiet, shy voice responded. “Well I’m a bit of everything Sir... I am a good sharp shooter and I can fly pretty much anything.”
Now I'm all for shy, quiet, submissive Bluestreak but I like my mechs to be competent and capable as soldiers so I wanted to put this across here.
*flashback*
He’d been away from home for what seemed like an age. The mission had been a difficult and taxing one. He sighed his thoughts drifting to the one mech who would understand and be waiting for him. He allowed himself a small smile at the pleasant thought. Suddenly the ship careened out of control. Spinning violently. Prowl managed to glance out of the window, his optics greeted by the sight of Praxus burning. Everything went black. *End Flashback*
I do like my flashbacks. I cannot wait for the age of virtual reality when you'll be able to see your story rather than just read it. You'll be able to experience these flashbacks for what they are; the glue for the plot, for now I'll settle with words :p
Prowl was shaken out his reverie by Bumblebee’s voice. “Prowl didn’t see you there.” He smiled the yellow ‘bot was always friendly. Prowl inclined his head slightly in acknowledgement before heading over.
Bumblebee irritates me. I mean who is THAT friendly, honestly? I was hoping this was evident in Prowl's thought processes.
The mech stiffened slightly not in fear or tension, merely nervous. “I require your patrol logs.” The blue mech darted up. “I left them in my quarters.” He waved to Bumblebee as he backed towards the exit. “I’ll get them.” “I’ll accompany you. It’s on the way.” Bluestreak froze slightly startled. “Of course.” He cast Prowl a small smile his face plates flushing with heat as he ducked his head and darted from the room. Prowl couldn’t help but be vaguely amused by Bluestreak’s obvious shyness around him.
Nervous, shy Bluestreak is simply adorable here, especially in contrast to Prowl's obvious authoritative presence. Authoritative!Prowl is just the embodiment of sexiness for me too ^_^;;
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Prowl slowed his pace to Bluestreak’s quarters, forcing the ‘bot to fall into step beside him; he had the urge to learn more about this young mech. “Did you live in Praxus long?” Bluestreak stammered at the unexpected conversation from the usually very sombre Prowl. “I... uumm yeah...” He smiled. Hardly anyone ever asked about his home, fearing it may upset him. “Lived there all my life. I liked it there, was glad they decided to remain neutral when the war started, not that it did us much good...” His voice trailed off sadly. Prowl cast him a sidelong glance. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to pry.” He resisted a sudden overwhelming protective urge to comfort the forlorn mech. “No it’s ok. Out of everyone on the base I’m guessing you’ll know what I’m talking about?” Prowl’s optics dimmed a little. “Indeed I do.” “Were you there?” Prowl faltered at the question. “I mean you know... when the attack...?” Prowl lowered his gaze. “I saw it yes.” Bluestreak suddenly felt guilty. He keyed in his room code. “I’m sorry.” “No need I just haven’t been asked about it in some time.” Prowl spoke softly as Bluestreak beckoned him into his quarters. “Yeah me too.” He gave Prowl a warm smile as he rummaged around the chaotic mess of his quarters.
See now, Prowl has experienced a lot in his life and has to have been through a lot of anguish, regret, pain through this war; the destruction of Praxus being notable but what we never see is glimpses into Prowl's life before. Did he have a family, can he relate to others, why is he so cold? I wanted to portray this depth in his character here.
Bluestreak trailed off as his optics met Prowl’s. A moment passed between them, both hands still on the data pad. The similarities were striking for Prowl and while he would never seek to replace his companion Bluestreak had an innocence about him that made Prowl feel at ease. Without realising it his finger brushed against Bluestreak’s, the smaller ‘bot let out a faint surprised gasp as Prowl recoiled sharply. The air was thick with unspoken tension. “Umm, I should go.” Prowl stammered, flustered by the stirring feelings within him. “Thank you for your report Bluestreak.” The pale blue mech could only nod as Prowl retreated. He gazed after him, immediately lamenting the empty feeling that made its presence known in Prowl’s absence. If only the SIC really noticed him, things would be so much easier. I love these moments.
That moment when your fingers brush those of your crush or that flutter in your chest when you realise they're looking at you. That tension, is the best kind of tension, it's palpable and I love writing these moments :3
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Prowl chided himself as he reached his office. It was inappropriate to harbour such feelings especially towards a subordinate. He sighed as he sat down to work. His thoughts however kept drifting to what Bluestreak had said about his own companion. The young mech was clearly the submissive partner in his relationship and now it was obvious that he felt a little overwhelmed and incredibly shy around certain mechs and the humans. Prowl tried to fight the protective, caring urge rising within him. He could help Bluestreak; help him feel more confident, he could take care of him. No! He shouldn’t even be thinking that way, besides Bluestreak would never see Prowl as anything more than his superior, would he?
Self doubt and deprication is something I can relate to and when it comes to emotions and desires they become even louder in my head. I like to think this would be the same for Prowl because he's a mech who likes control, emotions are the loss of that very control.
Soft moans filled Prowl’s audios, the sounds sending shivers of excitement across his frame as he leaned into the mech pinned against the wall in front of him. His hands were running down their back, across doorwings, teasing the mech until he mewled in frustration. Prowl slipped silken cord around the mech’s wrists as he clasped them behind his back. Growling softly Prowl spun the mech round and kissed him deeply. His glossa dipping gently into the other’s mouth finding their glossa, relishing the hot wetness that resided there. The mech groaned wantonly beneath his strong, determined hands. He guided the ‘bot away from the wall gently, whispering in their audio to kneel. The ‘bot obeyed, blue optics gazing up at Prowl lovingly, trusting him as he circled around his prize and knelt behind them. Bondage in this manner is a huge kink of mine.
On the dominant side of things it is the ultimate control, the thrill of being trusted so much by another is exhilerating and on the submissive side to give such trust and vulnerability is a demonstration of strength and I think the ultimate control as you know what you want, you know what the other wants and you're willing to give everything to give them that fix.
The mech keened and let out a gasp as warm hands took hold of his exposed spike, rubbing the end with his thumb, sliding down the full length with both hands, while nipping at his audio. Keeping one hand on the hard spike, Prowl’s other hand dipped between the mech’s legs and pressed against the lubricated valve entrance. The mech moaned loudly as he pushed a finger inside, swirling it gently, feeling the plating along the valve walls. The mech bucked into him as he pressed in another finger, pumping his spike slowly as he did so. Scissoring his fingers the mech writhed and groaned in his gasp, begging for more as the heat built up over his frame.
Now would you believe when I first started writing smut I did not like the terms 'spike' and 'valve'? Spike denoted to me something to be impaled upon and valve was just a tad too human female genitalia for my liking. But the more I wrote, the more natural it came to be. I think it's hot and for this fic the terminology worked.
He let out a soft pleasurable moan of his own as he felt his full length slide into the clenching, hot valve. The mech was writhing against him, begging desperately for Prowl to go faster. Prowl paused relishing the cry of frustration from his captive. He slipped another silken cord around the mech’s mouth kissing his cheek as he tightened the gag into place. “Sssshhh...” He let his fingers drift over the chevron down and back along the seams of the doorwings that shuddered at his touch. He continued thrusting into the constricting valve, his mouth parted in a silent moan as he reached his climax. “Nngghh... oohhhh Bluestreak.” He moaned softly as he hit his overload with pleasurable spasms.
This is why the terms worked for this fic. That dominance I don't feel can be appropriately achieved writing these scenes as PnP or spark. For me they're more intimate, something couples who love each other do rather than an act of pleasure, of indulging in one's desires.
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Prowl awoke with a start, jerking upright on his berth his intakes coming in short pants. Flicking on the light he frowned at the mess of fluids staining his sheet that had seeped out from beneath his interface panel. He groaned and rubbed his face with one hand, the faint ebbs of arousal fading as he awoke fully. Bluestreak, had he really called out Bluestreak’s name? Shaking his head he cleaned up and checked the time. 04:00 still too early to be out of recharge, damn dream. He left his quarters with the huff of a sigh, not wanting to be reminded of his very stimulating recharge.
Even Prowl wakes up on the wrong side of the bed some days :p
“I’ll leave you to your reading then.” He nodded politely and moved away. Bluestreak suddenly felt overcome with a need to keep him close. “Join me.” Prowl halted in his tracks casting a puzzled glance over the edge of his door wing. Bluestreak ducked his head, his finger idly tracing the line of the table. “That is... if you want to... I’d like you to join me...” He added meekly. Prowl felt a soft smile tug at his lips. He turned to face the now embarrassed mech seated before him. “I don’t wish to intrude.”
Insecurity exists in even the strongest individuals. I really need to believe this because I don't want to be the only one who suffers it. And in a way it's comforting that even those above you in the chain of command suffer from the same hangups and doubts that you do, even if they're better at hiding it.
He watched as Prowl finished his cube and made to leave, Bluestreak felt his spark jump at what he was about to do, he plucked up the courage and blurted out loudly. “I want to see you again.” His optics widened as Prowl stopped in his tracks, the mechs in the rec room turning to stare at him. His air intakes hitched. “Oh frag... that came out wrong... I mean I...umm...” Bluestreak winced and dropped his head feeling both embarrassed and foolish as Prowl regarded him curiously. His face once again a picture of impassive dispassion. Bluestreak felt hands rest gently on his shoulders; he glanced up hopefully, his face plates flushed. “That was highly inappropriate Bluestreak.” Prowl chided gently, his tone firm. The pale blue mech hung his head in disappointment. “I know.” He mumbled dejectedly.
This was probably my favouritist scene in this fic. It doesn't seem like much but for me this was Bluestreak taking control, taking that leap. It's a leap I've only ever taken once in my life. I'm too scared to make the first move, too scared of rejection (I don't take it all that well mentally) and so to have the courage to do this with someone as intimidating as Prowl was a big risk and it always makes me smile when he blurts it out.
Warm air passed close to his audios as Prowl leaned in. “I would like that.” He spoke in a whisper almost too faint to hear, Bluestreak snapped his head up daring to believe that he’d just heard what he thought he’d heard. I just love having Prowl being mysterious ;3 keeps you guessing. Bluestreak paused at Prowl’s office, his hands were trembling slightly, why was he so nervous it wasn’t like he’d asked Prowl to interface with him. He gulped at the thought and tried to shake the subsequent image from his mind. He pinged the door and waited.
Ha ha, this part stems from my own inability to hide my emotions, if I'm embarrassed or flustered I blush uncontrollably and I babble like a fool xD
“Mmmm, as am I.” Prowl replied the quirk of a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. Bluestreak smiled and took his cube. They talked for a while about their various interests and how Bluestreak’s day had gone. Prowl frowning whenever Bluestreak mentioned getting a hard time from one of the ‘bots for not completing one of his set tasks on time. Bluestreak enjoyed the company thoroughly, Prowl was sharp and witty and didn’t talk down to him like a lot of the other ‘bots did. He checked his chronometer. “Oh frag!” He swore shooting out of his seat.
Small talk is something I struggle with so I live vicariously through my characters :3 I also like to write in Prowl's little smiles, he has a lovely smile :)
Prowl was on edge as he entered the stock room. What was Bluestreak doing in here? He rounded a corner and froze. Before him were two mechs pressed against one of the large storage container, he could hear the metal of their armour scraping together. The smaller one pinned against the container could be heard whimpering in protest. The larger one, an aerial bot was molesting the smaller one roughly, growling as he did so. He tried to remove the smaller mechs interface cover and yielded a yelp in response. He slapped the mech’s helm which brought his face into view of Prowl. The SIC’s jaw dropped as Bluestreak’s wide frightened optics met his own. He let out another restrained cry which forced Prowl into action. Without making a sound the tactician was behind the larger ‘bot and without warning grabbed the wings of the aerial ‘bot yanking him away from Bluestreak. The ‘bot spun round angrily his face dropping at the sight of Prowl bearing down on him, the anger on his normally expressionless face would have sent Unicron into hiding as his door wings flared out behind him. The aerial bot was at a loss for words and could only shriek loudly as Prowl grabbed his wing and promptly dragged the ‘bot from the room. Bluestreak watched with a mixture of dread and shame as his assailant was dragged out of the room.
This scene was meant to be a shock. The sympathy vote is supposed to be with Bluestreak but in a small way I can't help but feeling for Prowl here because he's totally out of his depth, he's not been in this situation before and does the only thing he knows how to do. Be the SIC and figure of authority. As he doesn't get angry very often, I think when he does it should have an impact that leaves faint shivers rippling down your spine.
“Bluestreak!” Prowl snapped, his voice clipped, angry. Bluestreak flinched at the sound and followed the furious officer to the brig. Prowl turned to face him once the Aerial bot had been placed into a cell, his arms folded his optics hard. “Explain yourself.” He snapped. Not used to seeing Prowl angry Bluestreak stuttered and hung his head, his words coming out in muffled gasps as he tried to calm his growing panic. “I... I’m sorry... I didn’t mean for it to happen... I didn’t want it... he insisted and I... I don’t know... I just...” He stopped; his frame shaking as a single finger gently raised his face and turned it slightly to the side to inspect the energon leaking down his cheek.
At this point, he's feeling more protective, concerned but he doesn't know how to just switch from one to the other and so it almost seems like he's scolding Bluestreak here.
Prowl pointed to his berth, the only seat available in the room. Bluestreak perched as Prowl searched in drawers for something. Bluestreak was tense, scared, nervous. He wished Prowl would just reprimand him already. He flinched as a gentle hand steadied his face as the energon was wiped from his cut. He glanced across at the black and white mech in front of him. His mouth was set in a grim line, his optics darker than usual. “So are you going to tell me what happened?” Prowl’s voice was quiet. Bluestreak shrugged. “It’s happened before. They’re bigger than me, I let them. I tried to hide from him this time otherwise he would have found me on patrol and he would have in front of Bumblebee.” Prowl dropped his gaze. “Why do you let them?” “It’s just my nature. I submit so they don’t hurt me. It used to be different when my companion was alive.” Prowl was stricken. Anger flaring across his cortex once more. “Do not let them do it again.” He lifted Bluestreak’s head forcing him to look at him. “Do you hear me?” Bluestreak frowned, bitterness creeping through him, his own shame eating at him. “What do you care?” He muttered. Prowl took his face in both hands and stared at him intently. “I care.” He stated simply. Bluestreak’s spark fluttered at the words. He crumbled and before Prowl could stop him had flung his arms around his waist and held onto him tightly his face burying itself into his chest. Prowl was stunned for a moment as Bluestreak gripped onto him. He relaxed a little as the warmth from the smaller mech seeped into his frame. He gently wrapped his arms around the ‘bot returning the embrace giving him a slight squeeze as he did so.
This entire scene for me was quite moving. The stern superior officer and the nervous, shamed Bluestreak desperately seeking reassurance and comfort. Just by insisting and admitting he cares, he gives Bluestreak more than he's ever had from anyone since his companion. This I can relate to somewhat. Sometimes it really is just enough to know that someone cares, loves you.
Bluestreak leaned into the chaste kiss, his fingers tingling in a mixture of nervous excitement and sheer terror. Prowl hadn’t pulled away. He parted his lips allowing Prowl’s glossa to tentatively brush against his own before the SIC let out a low groan of want and pressed his warm glossa further, entangling it with his own. His hand was cupped around the back of his helm, holding them close as their mouths became locked in a passionate kiss neither one daring to breathe, fearing the moment could be broken. Bluestreak clutched at Prowl’s back his fingers rising up slowly until he found the spot he was looking for and dug into it firmly. Prowl broke the kiss as he let out a strangled moan of delight. He pulled away slightly eyeing Bluestreak for a moment, who in turn gazed up at him a satisfied smile on his lips.
*purrs* What more can I say here? I love a tender, passionate kiss. They give me tingles ^_^
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Bluestreak continued to see Prowl in secret, at Prowl’s request. Bluestreak wanted nothing more than to let Prowl be in control, and while he hadn’t initiated interfacing with him yet he discovered that the SIC had a very dark playful side to his personality. More than once Bluestreak had found himself cuffed and restrained in Prowl’s office or wherever the devious tactician had managed to corner him and had suffered at his teasing expert hands that pleasured him past the point of overload before disappearing to his work again. Bluestreak knew it was Prowl’s way of gaining control, and yet still giving Bluestreak peace of mind that he wouldn’t force him into anything. It was however driving Bluestreak slightly crazy with lust, he wanted to please Prowl, he would do anything for him, he wanted desperately to make him cry out in ecstasy. He trusted Prowl and he craved more of the black and white mech. He sat slumped in the rec room, satiated once more the SIC nowhere to be seen when his mind came up with a devious little plan.
Now who doesn't like a devious, sneaky Prowl?
Weaving through the chairs he stopped in front of Prowl who was still holding onto a struggling Sunstreaker, his air intakes hitching he didn’t give Prowl chance to react, his hands planted firmly either side of the tactician’s face and he pulled the stunned officer into a passionate kiss in the middle of the rec room. Prowl mewled in surprise and dropped Sunstreaker as Bluestreak broke the kiss and stared at him defiantly, a smirk playing across his lips, daring Prowl to punish him. Prowl stared at the smaller mech in shock, his optics wide his mouth parted. The other mechs around the room had all stopped at the scene and some had started snickering.
As an individual who secretly craves and yet shies away from public shows of affection this was another of my favourite scenes. It's filled with embarrassment, shock and desire and the thrill of it being witnessed by everyone is another very secret (not anymore) kink.
They reached Prowl’s office quickly, Bluestreak found himself staggering across the floor as Prowl released him forcefully, before turning to encode the lock on his door. Prowl turned to glare at him and in a brief moment of panic Bluestreak thought he’d made a horrible mistake that was before Prowl let out a wanton deep growl and slammed Bluestreak into the wall making sure not to damage his door panels. Bluestreak gasped as Prowl proceeded to bite into his neck and armour, his glossa caressing sensitive wiring making him tremble with growing arousal. Prowl straightened plunging his glossa deep into Bluestreak’s mouth filling it greedily as he pulled back and sucked Bluestreak’s bottom lip seductively giving it a small bite. Bluestreak hissed at the sharp pain, enjoying the mixed sensation. “You are going to be punished for that.” Prowl growled his voice lower than Bluestreak had heard it before. He smirked. “Please...” He whispered arching into Prowl’s wonderful touches.
Prowl in this mood I think is incredibly sexy. He's borderline in control here and the special thing is about this scene is that Bluestreak knows exactly what he's done and he's relishing the passion. (Oh if only we could all experience this passion in our lives :3).
Bluestreak let out a yelp as his arms were raised sharply above his head, he glanced up as he heard a faint click and pulled against the metal cuffs holding his wrists high. The cuffs were linked with a chain that fell on either side of Bluestreak. He looked up as Prowl gathered the chains up in his hands, his optics were dark with lust. He looped one chain around his thigh and then with slow teasing movements did the same with the other. Bluestreak found himself chained against the wall, his legs parted wide, revealing his interface panel which was now lined with lubricant. He gasped as Prowl pressed his hot frame into him, his hips grating against his groin in a slow deliberate motion before he ducked out of sight. Bluestreak moaned in frustration as he felt his interface cover being removed. “GaaAAAHH!!” He cried out as he felt something cold entering his wet valve. He tried to move his legs but to no avail. Straining against the chains Bluestreak let out a soft scream as sudden vibrations began to travel through his valve into his body, the tingling driving his circuits into chaos as the object was thrust into his valve repeatedly. Bluestreak couldn’t help but move his hips with the thrusts urging the vibrator deep inside him, not wanting the ache of the vibrations to stop. He moaned almost continuously as Prowl picked up the pace. The SIC watched him biting his lower lip, he thrust hard into the spasming valve, circling the vibrator inside driving Bluestreak into a thrashing overload as he bucked and cried out loudly. Prowl pulled out the vibrator with a sliding pop and drew himself up to his full height, his fingers playing along Bluestreak’s sensitive entrance, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licking them before kissing Bluestreak tenderly. He moaned into his audios as he placed a collar around Bluestreak’s throat before lowering him to the ground. “You say stop I stop.” He whispered, nipping at Bluestreak’s jaw. The satiated mech could only murmur his agreement as his shaky legs dropped to his knees. Prowl drew back and perched on his berth holding the silken cord attached to the collar he tugged it lightly. Bluestreak couldn’t help but grin at the playful expression on Prowl’s face. He crawled along the floor slowly, coming to a stop between Prowl’s thighs. Dipping his head he ran his glossa along the inside of both white thighs, greedily biting at exposed wiring. Prowl let out a low keen of enjoyment his grip tightening on the rope pulling Bluestreak up to his level. Bluestreak continued his ministrations along Prowl’s chassis, loving the reactions he was creating as Prowl’s head dropped back exposing his slender throat.
This is one of the best smut scenes I think I've written. The cuffs, collar, vibrator and the last part with Prowl beckoning Bluestreak is just mashing all kinds of kink buttons. I also think the more descriptive the smut, the better it is.
Bluestreak bit hard into Prowl’s neck, a muffled scream escaped Prowl’s vocaliser as he clamped his hand over his mouth. He sucked away the energon that seeped from the bite and peppered Prowl’s chest with kisses as he lowered himself towards Prowl’s hidden spike. Prowl gazed down at him as he removed his interface panel keenly, his bright optics glowing. He ducked down and Prowl arched sharply as a warm glossa lapped the entrance to his valve before pushing inside eagerly tasting him. His hands gripped onto Bluestreak’s helm as he licked and sucked furiously at the lubricated hot valve, holding him there, his other hand still wrapped around the silk cord. Prowl growled in frustration as Bluestreak drew back his glossa licking up the underside of his erect spike making him shudder all over. He moaned into his fist as Bluestreak licked the tip of his spike, lapping up his fluids before sinking his warm pliable mouth over the length. Prowl shuttered his optics unable to control his cries of pleasure as Bluestreak slid up and down his spike, his pace irregular frustrating causing Prowl to thrust his hips upwards. Prowl clenched his jaw, his intakes coming in short sharp pants. Heat was spreading deliciously all over his frame. Bluestreak moaned as Prowl’s fingers trailed over his chevron. The vibrations sent Prowl into hard spasms as he overloaded forcefully, his breath coming in fast rapid rasps as he fell back onto the berth his entire frame trembling. Tugging at the silken cord he pulled Bluestreak up over him. Bluestreak smirked shyly as he pressed his wet lips against Prowl’s parted mouth, traces of his own transfluid slipping between their glossa.
Again - here my kink button is broken due to mashing with a hammer XD
Prowl blinked up at Bluestreak looking far more relaxed than Bluestreak had ever seen him. Bluestreak inhaled deeply, taking in Prowl’s scent and grinning as Prowl visibly blushed. He rested his head on Prowl’s chest contentedly their comfort only disturbed by a slight knock on the door. Prowl sat up sharply and in a swift move that had Bluestreak giggling like a sparkling, he had cleaned up the office, removed Bluestreak’s collar and almost tripped over the leg of his desk as he rushed to sit behind it. Resisting the urge to curse out loud he clasped his hands in front of him and scowled at Bluestreak who was still chuckling beneath his hand. “Come in.” Ratchet entered looking irritated. He gave a nod to Bluestreak before scowling at Prowl darkly. “A word.” “Of course. Bluestreak you’re dismissed, however this matter has not been adequately addressed.” Bluestreak managed to look contrite. “Understood Sir.” “Good, I will find you when I am done here.” Bluestreak nodded his optics glinting mischievously as he ducked out of the room. “You’re actually going through with it aren’t you?” “Excuse me?” Prowl felt a rush of panic, did Ratchet know? “Punishing the kid for showing affection towards you, though not even Primus knows why.” Prowl fought hard to prevent his face plates from heating up, letting out a deep exhalation of air. “Ratchet there are still regulations to follow.” He spoke calmly his bland expression was one most poker players would kill for and Ratchet bought it. “Frag regulations. Just go easy on the kid; he goes through enough on this ship without you reprimanding him for opening up.” “With all due respect, I will punish Bluestreak in what manner I deem appropriate.” Unbeknownst to Ratchet Prowl’s CPU was already processing ideas to fulfil that very statement. “Now if you don’t mind, I have work to do.”
With all smut there must come the end of smut. I like to break up that anti-climax with humour or fluff. In this case it's humour. Prowl flustered makes me smile and Ratchet's oblivion to the situation just adds to the giggles.
Bumblebee was making a joke that had Bluestreak’s face lighting up in a smile. Prowl’s door panels flared as he watched Bumblebee lean forward and plant a kiss onto Bluestreak’s stunned mouth. He hardly dared to move as jealousy and anger raged through his system. Bumblebee’s hands on Bluestreak’s face, caressing his chevron, reaching round to his door wings. Prowl almost choked on his energon as he gulped it quickly no longer wishing to be in the same room. Bumblebee is too nice sooo I wanted to tarnish him a little. “Mine, You’re mine.” He whispered possessively into Bluestreak’s mouth. Bluestreak laughed out loud reaching around trying to turn and face him. Prowl pressed harder against him splaying his wings, bringing Bluestreak to the edge of pain. “Ah ah... punishment remember.” Bluestreak felt Prowl’s arms surround him, clamping his wrists together in front of him, tying them firmly before gently leading him away from the wall. Bluestreak’s sensors were hyper sensitive in his blind folded state. He gasped and whimpered at all Prowl’s soft touches. “Kneel.”
Power and control coupled with trust is what this entire fic is about. Prowl craves the control whereas Bluestreak yearns for the comfort in knowing he's completely safe, that he is the one who really has the control, even when Prowl is exerting his dominance over him. I think that that is the real turn on for a submissive partner.
“What is tha...aaAAHH...Oh Primus!” Bluestreak cried out as the energon whip was brought down between his door wings. Energy crackled across his armour licking its way into his circuits, he panted as it subsided only to feel the whip last over his sensitive door panels. He shrieked as his sensory panels were stimulated to the point of stinging pain. He shuddered, whimpering softly, his fingers digging into the soft padding of the berth as he felt the hot crackling energy strike him once more. He screamed with pain and delight, his hypersensitive circuits pulsing with heated energy, feeding directly into his spark chamber, heat building intolerably through his body. He felt the deep ache of arousal as the excessive energy dissipated slowly making him twitch and moan.
Pain is closely linked to pleasure and real sex in my experience is never experienced without some ounce of pain, intentional or otherwise, it's there, you can either use it, embrace it or resist it.
Prowl worked Bluestreak’s spike, the smaller mech writhed and groaned straining against the restraints, unable to do anything but squirm. “I want you.” Prowl whispered into his audio. “I’m going to frag you until you can’t walk. Then you can’t leave so only I can take care of you.” He chuckled and purred satisfied by the squirming aroused mech beneath him. “Frag me Prowl...please!” Bluestreak lifted his hips in frustration, pushing against Prowl’s hard spike. Prowl thrust deep inside letting out a cry of his own as the clenching valve squeezed his entire length. Gripping onto Bluestreak’s shoulders he pounded into the hot, wet valve hard and fast as Bluestreak’s moans grew louder and more laboured. Clutching onto the berth Bluestreak overloaded hard, his transfluid spurting from his spike coating Prowl’s hand. He could only gasp and whimper as Prowl rode out his overload, changing his rhythm to deep and steady. He spread Bluestreak’s legs further apart with his knee and waited until the shudders of post overload subsided in the pale frame. He lay a soft kiss on the back of Bluestreak’s helm before returning to his hard, fast thrusting. Bluestreak screamed in pleasure pretty much constantly, his valve constricting tightly around Prowl’s spike, he gasped as another overload built up and exploded over him like a wave, Prowl didn’t stop. His spike filling the deep ache inside him with satisfying, pleasurable pounding. Prowl shifted slightly and angled his hips up, driving deeper into Bluestreak who shrieked in ecstasy as the deepest recessed node was hit repeatedly. He felt Prowl tense and cry out his name loudly, his head thrown back in sheer bliss as his transfluid burst into his valve, which was now so over stimulated that the hot fluid forced Bluestreak into a third CPU shattering overload.
Description is the key with all smut. They (for me) need to be perfect, or as close to perfect as they can get. I like to use vivid imagery to paint the picture, I tend to go over and over these scenes until I'm happy with them, it's a little obsessive really :3
Their screams of delight fading to soft groans as they collapsed onto the berth. Prowl released Bluestreak’s cuffs with trembling fingers; he grabbed the mechs hips as he slumped to the floor clutching Bluestreak to his chassis. He curled around him embracing him tightly. Bluestreak lifted his head a little to press a tender kiss onto Prowl’s lips and chevron before slipping into a much needed recharge, held tightly in the arms of his lover. Sighing with a deep contentment. Finally he was noticed. He was safe.
Now like Prowl craves control like I crave a bit of fluff. You can't beat that warm tingle you get with a bit of fluff.
Here is the original link request: http://community.livejournal.com/tfanonkink/491.html?thread=1476587#t1476587
You'll have to bear with me plot was requested so it is a little longer than my usual :) Hope you enjoy it.
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Ahahahaha, I have to de-anon for this commentary :3 for
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New recruits, Prowl was not fond of new recruits. It rarely fell to him to induct them and make sure they settled in. It was eating up a lot of his solar cycle, one that could actually be spent doing more valuable work. Why Prime had requested him specifically he had no idea but Prowl trusted his Prime’s reasoning as always.
As a trainer of new staff in previous jobs, I can only relate to Prowl's thinking here. I'd rather be one of the ones that stands on the sidelines and watches them progress rather than the one they think is someone they can turn to (I'm rubbish at that).
“Bumblebee step forward.” A small yellow mini-bot smiled up at Prowl. “You’re a scout?” Prowl asked taking a quick glance at the smaller mech. “One of the best.” He replied brightly. Prowl nodded moving over to the next ‘bot. “First Aid.” The ‘bot stood to attention. “You’re a trained medic?” “Yes Sir.” “Hmmm Ratchet will be pleased.” “I get to work with Ratchet. You mean THE Ratchet?” He asked excitedly. Prowl quirked an orbital ridge. “Indeed.” The corner of his mouth pulled up slightly at First Aid’s excitement. “Bluestreak step forward.” Prowl glanced up and froze at the sight of the slightly smaller mech before him. His pale frame contrasted his red chevron and his doorwings fluttered subtly, nervous. Prowl realised he was staring.
I wanted to show Prowl's... discomfort with having to deal with the nervous/excited new recruits here. He really doesn't know what to say in the way of small talk and when he sees familiarity in Bluestreak he's pretty dumbstruck. Prowl isn't used to the unexpected.
“You’re from Praxus?” He asked softly. Bluestreak nodded, his optics only glancing up once to take in the familiar sight of the fellow Praxian. “It doesn’t state your speciality.” “Oh...” A quiet, shy voice responded. “Well I’m a bit of everything Sir... I am a good sharp shooter and I can fly pretty much anything.”
Now I'm all for shy, quiet, submissive Bluestreak but I like my mechs to be competent and capable as soldiers so I wanted to put this across here.
*flashback*
He’d been away from home for what seemed like an age. The mission had been a difficult and taxing one. He sighed his thoughts drifting to the one mech who would understand and be waiting for him. He allowed himself a small smile at the pleasant thought. Suddenly the ship careened out of control. Spinning violently. Prowl managed to glance out of the window, his optics greeted by the sight of Praxus burning. Everything went black. *End Flashback*
I do like my flashbacks. I cannot wait for the age of virtual reality when you'll be able to see your story rather than just read it. You'll be able to experience these flashbacks for what they are; the glue for the plot, for now I'll settle with words :p
Prowl was shaken out his reverie by Bumblebee’s voice. “Prowl didn’t see you there.” He smiled the yellow ‘bot was always friendly. Prowl inclined his head slightly in acknowledgement before heading over.
Bumblebee irritates me. I mean who is THAT friendly, honestly? I was hoping this was evident in Prowl's thought processes.
The mech stiffened slightly not in fear or tension, merely nervous. “I require your patrol logs.” The blue mech darted up. “I left them in my quarters.” He waved to Bumblebee as he backed towards the exit. “I’ll get them.” “I’ll accompany you. It’s on the way.” Bluestreak froze slightly startled. “Of course.” He cast Prowl a small smile his face plates flushing with heat as he ducked his head and darted from the room. Prowl couldn’t help but be vaguely amused by Bluestreak’s obvious shyness around him.
Nervous, shy Bluestreak is simply adorable here, especially in contrast to Prowl's obvious authoritative presence. Authoritative!Prowl is just the embodiment of sexiness for me too ^_^;;
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Prowl slowed his pace to Bluestreak’s quarters, forcing the ‘bot to fall into step beside him; he had the urge to learn more about this young mech. “Did you live in Praxus long?” Bluestreak stammered at the unexpected conversation from the usually very sombre Prowl. “I... uumm yeah...” He smiled. Hardly anyone ever asked about his home, fearing it may upset him. “Lived there all my life. I liked it there, was glad they decided to remain neutral when the war started, not that it did us much good...” His voice trailed off sadly. Prowl cast him a sidelong glance. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to pry.” He resisted a sudden overwhelming protective urge to comfort the forlorn mech. “No it’s ok. Out of everyone on the base I’m guessing you’ll know what I’m talking about?” Prowl’s optics dimmed a little. “Indeed I do.” “Were you there?” Prowl faltered at the question. “I mean you know... when the attack...?” Prowl lowered his gaze. “I saw it yes.” Bluestreak suddenly felt guilty. He keyed in his room code. “I’m sorry.” “No need I just haven’t been asked about it in some time.” Prowl spoke softly as Bluestreak beckoned him into his quarters. “Yeah me too.” He gave Prowl a warm smile as he rummaged around the chaotic mess of his quarters.
See now, Prowl has experienced a lot in his life and has to have been through a lot of anguish, regret, pain through this war; the destruction of Praxus being notable but what we never see is glimpses into Prowl's life before. Did he have a family, can he relate to others, why is he so cold? I wanted to portray this depth in his character here.
Bluestreak trailed off as his optics met Prowl’s. A moment passed between them, both hands still on the data pad. The similarities were striking for Prowl and while he would never seek to replace his companion Bluestreak had an innocence about him that made Prowl feel at ease. Without realising it his finger brushed against Bluestreak’s, the smaller ‘bot let out a faint surprised gasp as Prowl recoiled sharply. The air was thick with unspoken tension. “Umm, I should go.” Prowl stammered, flustered by the stirring feelings within him. “Thank you for your report Bluestreak.” The pale blue mech could only nod as Prowl retreated. He gazed after him, immediately lamenting the empty feeling that made its presence known in Prowl’s absence. If only the SIC really noticed him, things would be so much easier. I love these moments.
That moment when your fingers brush those of your crush or that flutter in your chest when you realise they're looking at you. That tension, is the best kind of tension, it's palpable and I love writing these moments :3
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Prowl chided himself as he reached his office. It was inappropriate to harbour such feelings especially towards a subordinate. He sighed as he sat down to work. His thoughts however kept drifting to what Bluestreak had said about his own companion. The young mech was clearly the submissive partner in his relationship and now it was obvious that he felt a little overwhelmed and incredibly shy around certain mechs and the humans. Prowl tried to fight the protective, caring urge rising within him. He could help Bluestreak; help him feel more confident, he could take care of him. No! He shouldn’t even be thinking that way, besides Bluestreak would never see Prowl as anything more than his superior, would he?
Self doubt and deprication is something I can relate to and when it comes to emotions and desires they become even louder in my head. I like to think this would be the same for Prowl because he's a mech who likes control, emotions are the loss of that very control.
Soft moans filled Prowl’s audios, the sounds sending shivers of excitement across his frame as he leaned into the mech pinned against the wall in front of him. His hands were running down their back, across doorwings, teasing the mech until he mewled in frustration. Prowl slipped silken cord around the mech’s wrists as he clasped them behind his back. Growling softly Prowl spun the mech round and kissed him deeply. His glossa dipping gently into the other’s mouth finding their glossa, relishing the hot wetness that resided there. The mech groaned wantonly beneath his strong, determined hands. He guided the ‘bot away from the wall gently, whispering in their audio to kneel. The ‘bot obeyed, blue optics gazing up at Prowl lovingly, trusting him as he circled around his prize and knelt behind them. Bondage in this manner is a huge kink of mine.
On the dominant side of things it is the ultimate control, the thrill of being trusted so much by another is exhilerating and on the submissive side to give such trust and vulnerability is a demonstration of strength and I think the ultimate control as you know what you want, you know what the other wants and you're willing to give everything to give them that fix.
The mech keened and let out a gasp as warm hands took hold of his exposed spike, rubbing the end with his thumb, sliding down the full length with both hands, while nipping at his audio. Keeping one hand on the hard spike, Prowl’s other hand dipped between the mech’s legs and pressed against the lubricated valve entrance. The mech moaned loudly as he pushed a finger inside, swirling it gently, feeling the plating along the valve walls. The mech bucked into him as he pressed in another finger, pumping his spike slowly as he did so. Scissoring his fingers the mech writhed and groaned in his gasp, begging for more as the heat built up over his frame.
Now would you believe when I first started writing smut I did not like the terms 'spike' and 'valve'? Spike denoted to me something to be impaled upon and valve was just a tad too human female genitalia for my liking. But the more I wrote, the more natural it came to be. I think it's hot and for this fic the terminology worked.
He let out a soft pleasurable moan of his own as he felt his full length slide into the clenching, hot valve. The mech was writhing against him, begging desperately for Prowl to go faster. Prowl paused relishing the cry of frustration from his captive. He slipped another silken cord around the mech’s mouth kissing his cheek as he tightened the gag into place. “Sssshhh...” He let his fingers drift over the chevron down and back along the seams of the doorwings that shuddered at his touch. He continued thrusting into the constricting valve, his mouth parted in a silent moan as he reached his climax. “Nngghh... oohhhh Bluestreak.” He moaned softly as he hit his overload with pleasurable spasms.
This is why the terms worked for this fic. That dominance I don't feel can be appropriately achieved writing these scenes as PnP or spark. For me they're more intimate, something couples who love each other do rather than an act of pleasure, of indulging in one's desires.
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Prowl awoke with a start, jerking upright on his berth his intakes coming in short pants. Flicking on the light he frowned at the mess of fluids staining his sheet that had seeped out from beneath his interface panel. He groaned and rubbed his face with one hand, the faint ebbs of arousal fading as he awoke fully. Bluestreak, had he really called out Bluestreak’s name? Shaking his head he cleaned up and checked the time. 04:00 still too early to be out of recharge, damn dream. He left his quarters with the huff of a sigh, not wanting to be reminded of his very stimulating recharge.
Even Prowl wakes up on the wrong side of the bed some days :p
“I’ll leave you to your reading then.” He nodded politely and moved away. Bluestreak suddenly felt overcome with a need to keep him close. “Join me.” Prowl halted in his tracks casting a puzzled glance over the edge of his door wing. Bluestreak ducked his head, his finger idly tracing the line of the table. “That is... if you want to... I’d like you to join me...” He added meekly. Prowl felt a soft smile tug at his lips. He turned to face the now embarrassed mech seated before him. “I don’t wish to intrude.”
Insecurity exists in even the strongest individuals. I really need to believe this because I don't want to be the only one who suffers it. And in a way it's comforting that even those above you in the chain of command suffer from the same hangups and doubts that you do, even if they're better at hiding it.
He watched as Prowl finished his cube and made to leave, Bluestreak felt his spark jump at what he was about to do, he plucked up the courage and blurted out loudly. “I want to see you again.” His optics widened as Prowl stopped in his tracks, the mechs in the rec room turning to stare at him. His air intakes hitched. “Oh frag... that came out wrong... I mean I...umm...” Bluestreak winced and dropped his head feeling both embarrassed and foolish as Prowl regarded him curiously. His face once again a picture of impassive dispassion. Bluestreak felt hands rest gently on his shoulders; he glanced up hopefully, his face plates flushed. “That was highly inappropriate Bluestreak.” Prowl chided gently, his tone firm. The pale blue mech hung his head in disappointment. “I know.” He mumbled dejectedly.
This was probably my favouritist scene in this fic. It doesn't seem like much but for me this was Bluestreak taking control, taking that leap. It's a leap I've only ever taken once in my life. I'm too scared to make the first move, too scared of rejection (I don't take it all that well mentally) and so to have the courage to do this with someone as intimidating as Prowl was a big risk and it always makes me smile when he blurts it out.
Warm air passed close to his audios as Prowl leaned in. “I would like that.” He spoke in a whisper almost too faint to hear, Bluestreak snapped his head up daring to believe that he’d just heard what he thought he’d heard. I just love having Prowl being mysterious ;3 keeps you guessing. Bluestreak paused at Prowl’s office, his hands were trembling slightly, why was he so nervous it wasn’t like he’d asked Prowl to interface with him. He gulped at the thought and tried to shake the subsequent image from his mind. He pinged the door and waited.
Ha ha, this part stems from my own inability to hide my emotions, if I'm embarrassed or flustered I blush uncontrollably and I babble like a fool xD
“Mmmm, as am I.” Prowl replied the quirk of a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. Bluestreak smiled and took his cube. They talked for a while about their various interests and how Bluestreak’s day had gone. Prowl frowning whenever Bluestreak mentioned getting a hard time from one of the ‘bots for not completing one of his set tasks on time. Bluestreak enjoyed the company thoroughly, Prowl was sharp and witty and didn’t talk down to him like a lot of the other ‘bots did. He checked his chronometer. “Oh frag!” He swore shooting out of his seat.
Small talk is something I struggle with so I live vicariously through my characters :3 I also like to write in Prowl's little smiles, he has a lovely smile :)
Prowl was on edge as he entered the stock room. What was Bluestreak doing in here? He rounded a corner and froze. Before him were two mechs pressed against one of the large storage container, he could hear the metal of their armour scraping together. The smaller one pinned against the container could be heard whimpering in protest. The larger one, an aerial bot was molesting the smaller one roughly, growling as he did so. He tried to remove the smaller mechs interface cover and yielded a yelp in response. He slapped the mech’s helm which brought his face into view of Prowl. The SIC’s jaw dropped as Bluestreak’s wide frightened optics met his own. He let out another restrained cry which forced Prowl into action. Without making a sound the tactician was behind the larger ‘bot and without warning grabbed the wings of the aerial ‘bot yanking him away from Bluestreak. The ‘bot spun round angrily his face dropping at the sight of Prowl bearing down on him, the anger on his normally expressionless face would have sent Unicron into hiding as his door wings flared out behind him. The aerial bot was at a loss for words and could only shriek loudly as Prowl grabbed his wing and promptly dragged the ‘bot from the room. Bluestreak watched with a mixture of dread and shame as his assailant was dragged out of the room.
This scene was meant to be a shock. The sympathy vote is supposed to be with Bluestreak but in a small way I can't help but feeling for Prowl here because he's totally out of his depth, he's not been in this situation before and does the only thing he knows how to do. Be the SIC and figure of authority. As he doesn't get angry very often, I think when he does it should have an impact that leaves faint shivers rippling down your spine.
“Bluestreak!” Prowl snapped, his voice clipped, angry. Bluestreak flinched at the sound and followed the furious officer to the brig. Prowl turned to face him once the Aerial bot had been placed into a cell, his arms folded his optics hard. “Explain yourself.” He snapped. Not used to seeing Prowl angry Bluestreak stuttered and hung his head, his words coming out in muffled gasps as he tried to calm his growing panic. “I... I’m sorry... I didn’t mean for it to happen... I didn’t want it... he insisted and I... I don’t know... I just...” He stopped; his frame shaking as a single finger gently raised his face and turned it slightly to the side to inspect the energon leaking down his cheek.
At this point, he's feeling more protective, concerned but he doesn't know how to just switch from one to the other and so it almost seems like he's scolding Bluestreak here.
Prowl pointed to his berth, the only seat available in the room. Bluestreak perched as Prowl searched in drawers for something. Bluestreak was tense, scared, nervous. He wished Prowl would just reprimand him already. He flinched as a gentle hand steadied his face as the energon was wiped from his cut. He glanced across at the black and white mech in front of him. His mouth was set in a grim line, his optics darker than usual. “So are you going to tell me what happened?” Prowl’s voice was quiet. Bluestreak shrugged. “It’s happened before. They’re bigger than me, I let them. I tried to hide from him this time otherwise he would have found me on patrol and he would have in front of Bumblebee.” Prowl dropped his gaze. “Why do you let them?” “It’s just my nature. I submit so they don’t hurt me. It used to be different when my companion was alive.” Prowl was stricken. Anger flaring across his cortex once more. “Do not let them do it again.” He lifted Bluestreak’s head forcing him to look at him. “Do you hear me?” Bluestreak frowned, bitterness creeping through him, his own shame eating at him. “What do you care?” He muttered. Prowl took his face in both hands and stared at him intently. “I care.” He stated simply. Bluestreak’s spark fluttered at the words. He crumbled and before Prowl could stop him had flung his arms around his waist and held onto him tightly his face burying itself into his chest. Prowl was stunned for a moment as Bluestreak gripped onto him. He relaxed a little as the warmth from the smaller mech seeped into his frame. He gently wrapped his arms around the ‘bot returning the embrace giving him a slight squeeze as he did so.
This entire scene for me was quite moving. The stern superior officer and the nervous, shamed Bluestreak desperately seeking reassurance and comfort. Just by insisting and admitting he cares, he gives Bluestreak more than he's ever had from anyone since his companion. This I can relate to somewhat. Sometimes it really is just enough to know that someone cares, loves you.
Bluestreak leaned into the chaste kiss, his fingers tingling in a mixture of nervous excitement and sheer terror. Prowl hadn’t pulled away. He parted his lips allowing Prowl’s glossa to tentatively brush against his own before the SIC let out a low groan of want and pressed his warm glossa further, entangling it with his own. His hand was cupped around the back of his helm, holding them close as their mouths became locked in a passionate kiss neither one daring to breathe, fearing the moment could be broken. Bluestreak clutched at Prowl’s back his fingers rising up slowly until he found the spot he was looking for and dug into it firmly. Prowl broke the kiss as he let out a strangled moan of delight. He pulled away slightly eyeing Bluestreak for a moment, who in turn gazed up at him a satisfied smile on his lips.
*purrs* What more can I say here? I love a tender, passionate kiss. They give me tingles ^_^
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Bluestreak continued to see Prowl in secret, at Prowl’s request. Bluestreak wanted nothing more than to let Prowl be in control, and while he hadn’t initiated interfacing with him yet he discovered that the SIC had a very dark playful side to his personality. More than once Bluestreak had found himself cuffed and restrained in Prowl’s office or wherever the devious tactician had managed to corner him and had suffered at his teasing expert hands that pleasured him past the point of overload before disappearing to his work again. Bluestreak knew it was Prowl’s way of gaining control, and yet still giving Bluestreak peace of mind that he wouldn’t force him into anything. It was however driving Bluestreak slightly crazy with lust, he wanted to please Prowl, he would do anything for him, he wanted desperately to make him cry out in ecstasy. He trusted Prowl and he craved more of the black and white mech. He sat slumped in the rec room, satiated once more the SIC nowhere to be seen when his mind came up with a devious little plan.
Now who doesn't like a devious, sneaky Prowl?
Weaving through the chairs he stopped in front of Prowl who was still holding onto a struggling Sunstreaker, his air intakes hitching he didn’t give Prowl chance to react, his hands planted firmly either side of the tactician’s face and he pulled the stunned officer into a passionate kiss in the middle of the rec room. Prowl mewled in surprise and dropped Sunstreaker as Bluestreak broke the kiss and stared at him defiantly, a smirk playing across his lips, daring Prowl to punish him. Prowl stared at the smaller mech in shock, his optics wide his mouth parted. The other mechs around the room had all stopped at the scene and some had started snickering.
As an individual who secretly craves and yet shies away from public shows of affection this was another of my favourite scenes. It's filled with embarrassment, shock and desire and the thrill of it being witnessed by everyone is another very secret (not anymore) kink.
They reached Prowl’s office quickly, Bluestreak found himself staggering across the floor as Prowl released him forcefully, before turning to encode the lock on his door. Prowl turned to glare at him and in a brief moment of panic Bluestreak thought he’d made a horrible mistake that was before Prowl let out a wanton deep growl and slammed Bluestreak into the wall making sure not to damage his door panels. Bluestreak gasped as Prowl proceeded to bite into his neck and armour, his glossa caressing sensitive wiring making him tremble with growing arousal. Prowl straightened plunging his glossa deep into Bluestreak’s mouth filling it greedily as he pulled back and sucked Bluestreak’s bottom lip seductively giving it a small bite. Bluestreak hissed at the sharp pain, enjoying the mixed sensation. “You are going to be punished for that.” Prowl growled his voice lower than Bluestreak had heard it before. He smirked. “Please...” He whispered arching into Prowl’s wonderful touches.
Prowl in this mood I think is incredibly sexy. He's borderline in control here and the special thing is about this scene is that Bluestreak knows exactly what he's done and he's relishing the passion. (Oh if only we could all experience this passion in our lives :3).
Bluestreak let out a yelp as his arms were raised sharply above his head, he glanced up as he heard a faint click and pulled against the metal cuffs holding his wrists high. The cuffs were linked with a chain that fell on either side of Bluestreak. He looked up as Prowl gathered the chains up in his hands, his optics were dark with lust. He looped one chain around his thigh and then with slow teasing movements did the same with the other. Bluestreak found himself chained against the wall, his legs parted wide, revealing his interface panel which was now lined with lubricant. He gasped as Prowl pressed his hot frame into him, his hips grating against his groin in a slow deliberate motion before he ducked out of sight. Bluestreak moaned in frustration as he felt his interface cover being removed. “GaaAAAHH!!” He cried out as he felt something cold entering his wet valve. He tried to move his legs but to no avail. Straining against the chains Bluestreak let out a soft scream as sudden vibrations began to travel through his valve into his body, the tingling driving his circuits into chaos as the object was thrust into his valve repeatedly. Bluestreak couldn’t help but move his hips with the thrusts urging the vibrator deep inside him, not wanting the ache of the vibrations to stop. He moaned almost continuously as Prowl picked up the pace. The SIC watched him biting his lower lip, he thrust hard into the spasming valve, circling the vibrator inside driving Bluestreak into a thrashing overload as he bucked and cried out loudly. Prowl pulled out the vibrator with a sliding pop and drew himself up to his full height, his fingers playing along Bluestreak’s sensitive entrance, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licking them before kissing Bluestreak tenderly. He moaned into his audios as he placed a collar around Bluestreak’s throat before lowering him to the ground. “You say stop I stop.” He whispered, nipping at Bluestreak’s jaw. The satiated mech could only murmur his agreement as his shaky legs dropped to his knees. Prowl drew back and perched on his berth holding the silken cord attached to the collar he tugged it lightly. Bluestreak couldn’t help but grin at the playful expression on Prowl’s face. He crawled along the floor slowly, coming to a stop between Prowl’s thighs. Dipping his head he ran his glossa along the inside of both white thighs, greedily biting at exposed wiring. Prowl let out a low keen of enjoyment his grip tightening on the rope pulling Bluestreak up to his level. Bluestreak continued his ministrations along Prowl’s chassis, loving the reactions he was creating as Prowl’s head dropped back exposing his slender throat.
This is one of the best smut scenes I think I've written. The cuffs, collar, vibrator and the last part with Prowl beckoning Bluestreak is just mashing all kinds of kink buttons. I also think the more descriptive the smut, the better it is.
Bluestreak bit hard into Prowl’s neck, a muffled scream escaped Prowl’s vocaliser as he clamped his hand over his mouth. He sucked away the energon that seeped from the bite and peppered Prowl’s chest with kisses as he lowered himself towards Prowl’s hidden spike. Prowl gazed down at him as he removed his interface panel keenly, his bright optics glowing. He ducked down and Prowl arched sharply as a warm glossa lapped the entrance to his valve before pushing inside eagerly tasting him. His hands gripped onto Bluestreak’s helm as he licked and sucked furiously at the lubricated hot valve, holding him there, his other hand still wrapped around the silk cord. Prowl growled in frustration as Bluestreak drew back his glossa licking up the underside of his erect spike making him shudder all over. He moaned into his fist as Bluestreak licked the tip of his spike, lapping up his fluids before sinking his warm pliable mouth over the length. Prowl shuttered his optics unable to control his cries of pleasure as Bluestreak slid up and down his spike, his pace irregular frustrating causing Prowl to thrust his hips upwards. Prowl clenched his jaw, his intakes coming in short sharp pants. Heat was spreading deliciously all over his frame. Bluestreak moaned as Prowl’s fingers trailed over his chevron. The vibrations sent Prowl into hard spasms as he overloaded forcefully, his breath coming in fast rapid rasps as he fell back onto the berth his entire frame trembling. Tugging at the silken cord he pulled Bluestreak up over him. Bluestreak smirked shyly as he pressed his wet lips against Prowl’s parted mouth, traces of his own transfluid slipping between their glossa.
Again - here my kink button is broken due to mashing with a hammer XD
Prowl blinked up at Bluestreak looking far more relaxed than Bluestreak had ever seen him. Bluestreak inhaled deeply, taking in Prowl’s scent and grinning as Prowl visibly blushed. He rested his head on Prowl’s chest contentedly their comfort only disturbed by a slight knock on the door. Prowl sat up sharply and in a swift move that had Bluestreak giggling like a sparkling, he had cleaned up the office, removed Bluestreak’s collar and almost tripped over the leg of his desk as he rushed to sit behind it. Resisting the urge to curse out loud he clasped his hands in front of him and scowled at Bluestreak who was still chuckling beneath his hand. “Come in.” Ratchet entered looking irritated. He gave a nod to Bluestreak before scowling at Prowl darkly. “A word.” “Of course. Bluestreak you’re dismissed, however this matter has not been adequately addressed.” Bluestreak managed to look contrite. “Understood Sir.” “Good, I will find you when I am done here.” Bluestreak nodded his optics glinting mischievously as he ducked out of the room. “You’re actually going through with it aren’t you?” “Excuse me?” Prowl felt a rush of panic, did Ratchet know? “Punishing the kid for showing affection towards you, though not even Primus knows why.” Prowl fought hard to prevent his face plates from heating up, letting out a deep exhalation of air. “Ratchet there are still regulations to follow.” He spoke calmly his bland expression was one most poker players would kill for and Ratchet bought it. “Frag regulations. Just go easy on the kid; he goes through enough on this ship without you reprimanding him for opening up.” “With all due respect, I will punish Bluestreak in what manner I deem appropriate.” Unbeknownst to Ratchet Prowl’s CPU was already processing ideas to fulfil that very statement. “Now if you don’t mind, I have work to do.”
With all smut there must come the end of smut. I like to break up that anti-climax with humour or fluff. In this case it's humour. Prowl flustered makes me smile and Ratchet's oblivion to the situation just adds to the giggles.
Bumblebee was making a joke that had Bluestreak’s face lighting up in a smile. Prowl’s door panels flared as he watched Bumblebee lean forward and plant a kiss onto Bluestreak’s stunned mouth. He hardly dared to move as jealousy and anger raged through his system. Bumblebee’s hands on Bluestreak’s face, caressing his chevron, reaching round to his door wings. Prowl almost choked on his energon as he gulped it quickly no longer wishing to be in the same room. Bumblebee is too nice sooo I wanted to tarnish him a little. “Mine, You’re mine.” He whispered possessively into Bluestreak’s mouth. Bluestreak laughed out loud reaching around trying to turn and face him. Prowl pressed harder against him splaying his wings, bringing Bluestreak to the edge of pain. “Ah ah... punishment remember.” Bluestreak felt Prowl’s arms surround him, clamping his wrists together in front of him, tying them firmly before gently leading him away from the wall. Bluestreak’s sensors were hyper sensitive in his blind folded state. He gasped and whimpered at all Prowl’s soft touches. “Kneel.”
Power and control coupled with trust is what this entire fic is about. Prowl craves the control whereas Bluestreak yearns for the comfort in knowing he's completely safe, that he is the one who really has the control, even when Prowl is exerting his dominance over him. I think that that is the real turn on for a submissive partner.
“What is tha...aaAAHH...Oh Primus!” Bluestreak cried out as the energon whip was brought down between his door wings. Energy crackled across his armour licking its way into his circuits, he panted as it subsided only to feel the whip last over his sensitive door panels. He shrieked as his sensory panels were stimulated to the point of stinging pain. He shuddered, whimpering softly, his fingers digging into the soft padding of the berth as he felt the hot crackling energy strike him once more. He screamed with pain and delight, his hypersensitive circuits pulsing with heated energy, feeding directly into his spark chamber, heat building intolerably through his body. He felt the deep ache of arousal as the excessive energy dissipated slowly making him twitch and moan.
Pain is closely linked to pleasure and real sex in my experience is never experienced without some ounce of pain, intentional or otherwise, it's there, you can either use it, embrace it or resist it.
Prowl worked Bluestreak’s spike, the smaller mech writhed and groaned straining against the restraints, unable to do anything but squirm. “I want you.” Prowl whispered into his audio. “I’m going to frag you until you can’t walk. Then you can’t leave so only I can take care of you.” He chuckled and purred satisfied by the squirming aroused mech beneath him. “Frag me Prowl...please!” Bluestreak lifted his hips in frustration, pushing against Prowl’s hard spike. Prowl thrust deep inside letting out a cry of his own as the clenching valve squeezed his entire length. Gripping onto Bluestreak’s shoulders he pounded into the hot, wet valve hard and fast as Bluestreak’s moans grew louder and more laboured. Clutching onto the berth Bluestreak overloaded hard, his transfluid spurting from his spike coating Prowl’s hand. He could only gasp and whimper as Prowl rode out his overload, changing his rhythm to deep and steady. He spread Bluestreak’s legs further apart with his knee and waited until the shudders of post overload subsided in the pale frame. He lay a soft kiss on the back of Bluestreak’s helm before returning to his hard, fast thrusting. Bluestreak screamed in pleasure pretty much constantly, his valve constricting tightly around Prowl’s spike, he gasped as another overload built up and exploded over him like a wave, Prowl didn’t stop. His spike filling the deep ache inside him with satisfying, pleasurable pounding. Prowl shifted slightly and angled his hips up, driving deeper into Bluestreak who shrieked in ecstasy as the deepest recessed node was hit repeatedly. He felt Prowl tense and cry out his name loudly, his head thrown back in sheer bliss as his transfluid burst into his valve, which was now so over stimulated that the hot fluid forced Bluestreak into a third CPU shattering overload.
Description is the key with all smut. They (for me) need to be perfect, or as close to perfect as they can get. I like to use vivid imagery to paint the picture, I tend to go over and over these scenes until I'm happy with them, it's a little obsessive really :3
Their screams of delight fading to soft groans as they collapsed onto the berth. Prowl released Bluestreak’s cuffs with trembling fingers; he grabbed the mechs hips as he slumped to the floor clutching Bluestreak to his chassis. He curled around him embracing him tightly. Bluestreak lifted his head a little to press a tender kiss onto Prowl’s lips and chevron before slipping into a much needed recharge, held tightly in the arms of his lover. Sighing with a deep contentment. Finally he was noticed. He was safe.
Now like Prowl craves control like I crave a bit of fluff. You can't beat that warm tingle you get with a bit of fluff.
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Date: 2011-10-23 07:18 pm (UTC)i loved seeing how you were seeing Bumblebee's appearances through the fic. and your descriptions of the trust and control in the relationship (and how it's the sub who really has the control) are absolutely spot on for how i feel too.
thanks for running through all this for me, especially since LJ is being such a douche right now.
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Date: 2011-10-23 07:53 pm (UTC)i heartily salute your brave de-anoning, this one is so..so..guh-licious! and it's wonderful to be able to tell you so! *bouncing giddily*
*nods in agreement with commentary* so much lovely D/s to do with Prowl, so little time.. and damn but he fits it so well! his authoritativeness lends itself to so many kinks, too!
i've often wondered, is there a tfnon-anonkinkmeme? or a place for kink discussion(i mean for insights, like, person A knows a lot about kink X, person B knows a lot about kink Y, but one or both of them are trying to write the other kink, which they don't know very well. is there a writer's/fandom forum for this? or, is this something i shouldn't be asking? sorry if my above question seems a bit creepy, it's not my intention.)?
-Siro
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Date: 2011-10-23 08:02 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked this fic and commentary :3
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Date: 2011-10-23 08:22 pm (UTC)ah, true dat..i totally forgot about the troll infestations..
pity. that could be such a useful research tool, too.
thank you for responding to my question, regardless! =^.^=