Collections--Het Version

Since it was requested, I decided to try writing/experimenting with some het pairings. Enjoy.

Lockdown/Arcee: 2
Hot Shot/Red Alert: 1--Written for rockinmuffin
Megatron/Female clone(Starscream): 1--Written for rockinmuffin


Title: Beautiful Prey
Pairing: Lockdown/Arcee
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: oral, mech sex
Summary: (AU) Lockdown muses over his prey.

Lockdown licked his lips at the sight before him. A pink and white femme was a few feet away from him, squirming and moaning in pain, which sent a shiver down the bounty hunter’s frame. Such a sensual voice. He could imagine that soft that soft and sexy voice crying out his name as he stretched and filled her port. Such pouty and soft looking lips. He could imagine those lips wrapped around the head of his shaft, sucking hard and fast. Such easy and beautiful prey.

His thoughts were interrupted when a medbot barged into the scene. Lockdown listened in on the conversation and smirked when he overheard the femme’s name. Arcee. Just the femme he was looking for.


Title: Captured
Pairing: Lockdown/Arcee
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: oral, non-con
Summary: (AU; Follows Beautiful Prey Drabble) Lockdown has a little fun with his prisoner.

Arcee squinted her optics and groaned as she slowly came to. Something sharp was gliding along her chassis and when she regained her vision, she was greeted by the sight of a huge green, black, and spiked mech.

“Hello, lovely,” the mech cooed.

“Wh--who are you?” Arcee stammered, optics widening when she found herself strapped down to a berth.

“Lockdown,” the mech answered, raising his servo to caress the femme’s cheek. “How about you and I have a little fun?”

Arcee jerked away from the older mech’s touch.

“Fine,” Lockdown chuckled. “I’ll just go play with your friend instead.”

The intelligence officer watched in horror as Lockdown strode over to Ratchet, strapped to a berth beside her and still unconscious, chainsaw whirring toward the medbot’s chassis.

“No!” Arcee cried. “Don’t hurt him! Please!”

Lockdown continued lowering his chainsaw.

“I--I’ll do whatever you want!” Arcee yelled, optics clenching shut.

Smirking, Lockdown retracted the chainsaw and walked back over to the femme, servo cupping and squeezing her groin, causing her to whimper from the unwanted, intimate contact. The straps tying Arcee down suddenly retracted, and she gaped at Lockdown.

“Try anything stupid and your friend will pay for it,” Lockdown snarled.

Arcee nodded and trembled as the bounty hunter lowered on top of her, lips slamming over her own in a rough, frenzied kiss. He broke the kiss, grinning wickedly as he trailed down her body, delivering harsh bites and licks as he descended. His fingers tapped on her pelvic plating, and she hesitantly retracted the armor, fuel tanks churning under the lustful stare of the bounty hunter. She screamed when Lockdown’s glossa flicked over her opening, tasting a trickle of lubricant before pushing inside and swirling wildly. Arcee screamed again and thrashed on the berth, servos gripping the edges of the berth tightly.

Lockdown grinned against her warm plating. She tasted just as sweet as he imagined, and her scent was intoxicating. Snarling in lust, Lockdown shoved two digits inside her, scissoring the tight passage as he used his hook to tease the seams along her hips. With a few more pumps of the bounty hunter’s digits, overload crashed through Arcee. Lockdown smirked as she passed out. The femme was all ready proving to be great entertainment.


Title: Dreams of Red
Pairing: Hot Shot/Red Alert
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: oral, mech sex
Summary: (AU) Hot Shot dreams of Red.

“Re--Red!” Hot Shot cried.

The medic’s helm bobbed up and down, taking the pyrotechnician’s plug deeper into her mouth, glossa laving over the rigid length. Grinning, Red Alert let the shaft slip from her lips and positioned her hips over Hot Shot’s groin. The mech watched in awe and lust as the medic’s paneling slid away, revealing her prim little port, lubricant trickling out and glistening on the femme’s thighs.

Licking his lips, Hot Shot stuttered, “Re--Red…I want to…taste…”

Chuckling, the femme scooted forward until her groin was a few inches from Hot Shot’s mouth. She mewled as the mech’s glossa darted out and hungrily lapped at her opening. She allowed a few more lashes of his glossa before scooting back, smirking as Hot Shot let out a disappointed sigh. That sigh turned into a pleasured gasp as the medic grasped the base of his shaft, and slowly, tortuously, lowered down, engulfing his length in a rippling warmth. Both cried out from the penetration. Hot Shot griped her hips as she rose up and down.

“Oohh, Hot Shot,” Red Alert moaned, leaning down to nibble the mech’s neck. “So…big inside me, my favorite patient. So good.”

Hot Shot woke from recharge panting and drenched in condensation, groaning as he felt his pelvic armor dampen.


Title: Vow
Pairing: Megatron/Female Clone(Starscream)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: oral, mech sex
Summary: (AU) Megatron ponders…

Megatron had wanted to get his servos on the femme clone of Starscream since the moment he first saw her. He wanted to knock her down and make her cry, weigh her down, and grind her into the floor, and when she cried, she would cry out for more, harder, please, my wonderful liege. He wanted to mark her armor with his dentals and digits. He wanted to see her on her knees, lips wrapped around his shaft, optics wide and pleading as he slammed into her mouth. He wanted to see her faceplates etched in pleasure and pain, sobbing in bliss as he rode her, ramming deep inside her, taking it and begging for more, helm flung back and neck arching under the assault of his dentals.

He imagined all this while floating through space, ignoring the annoying, muffled grunts of Starscream. He made a vow to return to Earth, and he made a vow to make the femme his own.

TBC