ADAl's Extras - TFP

by ADAl44T-KB-O

A collection of TFP drabbles, ficlets, and outtakes. The drabbles and ficlets are just random things I write without a purpose; outtakes are scenes from published fics that didn't fit into the storyline. Characters vary and are noted in the beginning of the chapter as is the rating and warnings. There will be NSFW and explicit content including sticky interfacing. DL? DR.

2. Chapter 2

Shockwave has smexy times.

Warnings/Tags/Kinks-MA for sticky interfacing b/w 2 mechs, NSFW, implied Megastar.

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The solarcycle had been especially frustrating for all the Decepticons, each and every one feeling the shame at their regrettable loss. Drones had sought out each other in the barracks, groups of twos and threes making their way behind closed doors. Knockout had gone to the med bay to tend to his wounds alone, and Megatron was searching for his seeker out on the flight deck.

As soon as they had returned, the two barely had enough time to make it inside a set of quarters before they were pulling at each other. Both had let all rational thoughts go instead focusing on the feel of each other's burning frames and the rapid pulsing of their joined EM fields. Servos smoothed along dented plating, dexterous digits slipping between seams. Frames clanked together loudly, sparks flying from the metal on metal jarring. The larger mech crashed onto the berth with the smaller readily climbing on top of him, and both their panels snapped open in anticipation.

Warm lubricant dripped down onto the thick spike causing an electrical buildup from the added conductivity, and it gave a needy pulse in return. Shockwave, long past the point of patience, thrust upwards burying himself in the tight valve of his berth partner, and he groaned in appreciation as it crushed down around him. His spike ridges scraped along the overlaid plates that made up the valve walls causing neglected sensor clusters to blaze to life. His frame was already heated, cooling fans twirling loudly and coolant flushing through his tubules, but still his temperature continued to rise.

He pulled his hips downward teasingly slow, dragging the spike along each decimeter with knowing precision. He had long since mapped out the valve surrounding him and knew where each and every pleasure sensor was housed. Shockwave freed himself from the wet heat for only a moment before thrusting inside again hard enough to hit the back of the valve and connect their complimentary nodes. He groaned again as coding poured into his partner, and he watched as the crowned helm fell backwards in bliss.

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I'm bad. Oh, so bad. :)