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A/N: OC Shredda belongs to ShadowWolfnr14. I’m just playing around with the character with permission of course. ;)

All drabbles contain: Lockdown/OFC.

Title: Sweet Thoughts
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: het, sticky
Summary: Lockdown can always fantasize on long, lonely nights.

Lockdown sucked in a breath as Shredda’s lips touched his throat, and when her glossa slid out to taste his tense cables, he let that breath out in a gasp. Her lips, glossa, and dentals teased his condensation slick steel, and the black and purple femme continued her exploration, kissing her way down heated metal and spikes. She sank her dentals in between his shoulder spikes, but it was a pleasant, teasing bite, and he surged beneath her as the hot sting shot straight to his groin. The femme let out a dark chuckle, pushing him back to the berth, reaching behind to give his scalding pelvic armor a soft pat, earning a low hiss from him. She gasped as his warm servo and hook trailed down her hips, circling slowly up the smooth metal of her inner thighs, and she shuddered as the hook dipped to her groin, rubbing over her paneling. Unable to contain her lust, she retracted the plating, exposing her moist valve to the mech.

Entranced by the sight, Lockdown murmured, “Beautiful…my Shredda.”

The fingertips of his servo stroked up her silky folds, slowly back down, then up again, dipping his hook to carefully, tenderly, rub around the sensitive node above her opening. She wailed as the hook tip continued to stroke her sensor node as his fingers slid between her folds of metal and into her heat. A shuddering intake escaped her vents from the lustful glint in his optics, watching her moan and writhe, amused and aroused by the way she shamelessly rode his servo and hook. His optics darkened even more as his fingers swirled inside her, probing deeper into her silken warmth, shiverring when she clenched around his digits. He couldn’t keep his arousal trapped any longer, and he opened his paneling with a soft cry of relief, crying out again as the femme ran her fingers over his pulsing length. When she tried to break free of his hold and lower herself onto his cable, he pulled her back with a growl, rubbing his fingers and hook harder against her valve.

“You’re teasing me,” Shredda whined.

“Can’t help it,” Lockdown cooed, nuzzling and nipping her large, curvy chassis. “You make the hottest noises.”

Shredda snarled. “I. Want. You. Now.”

Reluctantly, he complied, allowing her to slip from his hold, gritting his dentals as her dripping valve touched the tip of his cable. She shifted her hips, settling over him, taking him inside. For a few moments they were motionless, enjoying the sensation of being joined together. His optics flickered from the intense pleasure, and he couldn’t resist clutching at the backs of her thighs, fingers and hook holding tight as he thrust up into her. She cried out and rocked back, body tightening and drawing him in deeper, screaming out his name with each rough thrust.

Lockdown snarled as he overloaded into his pumping servo, hook tearing at the armrest of his chair as the spasms died down. Erotic fantasies were a common occurrence on the long, lonely trips through space. He missed being away from his femme, missed her warm body pressing against his, and missed her sweet scent and taste. Sooner or later, he would have Shredda back in his arms again, but it was going to be difficult getting the daughter of Megatron alone. Daddy dearest wasn’t too keen about bounty hunter scum courting his precious offspring, but Lockdown was willing to take any risks to be in her presence again.

Title: Alternate Uses of a Throne
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: het, sticky
Summary: Shredda has an alternate use for her father’s throne.
A/N: Megacycle=2.6 hours, according to wiki.

“This is a bad idea,” Lockdown grumbled, letting Shredda grab his servo and guide him down the dark hallway.

“I thought danger excited you,” Shredda teased.

“I have limits, little femme,” Lockdown growled.

Shredda huffed and rolled her optics in annoyance. “Stop worrying. Daddy and his goons won’t be back for a megacycle.”

That did little to calm his nervous, pounding spark. Sneaking aboard an empty Nemesis to fool around with the Decepticon tyrant’s daughter definitely fit into the insanely dangerous and stupid things you shouldn’t do category, but Shredda’s sweet talking always made him melt and submit to her will, no matter how life threatening her will was. His spark pounded harder when he realized the femme had dragged him right into the throne room, leading him over to the massive throne that the leader of all Decepticons sat on daily. He let out a startled gasp when she shoved him into the throne, straddling his thighs and slamming her mouth over his lips in a rough, frenzied kiss. Nervousness set aside, he eagerly kissed back, servo and hook roaming up and down her back, occasionally dipping to grope her aft.

“Hmm…I want you to ‘face me on Daddy’s throne,” Shredda purred, grabbing Lockdown’s servo and guiding it between her thighs to her hot center.

Lockdown shuddered in bliss as her paneling slid back, fluid coating his fingers. “Don’t mention him. Not when we’re doing this.”

Laughing, Shredda cupped Lockdown’s cheek, tenderly kissing his lips. “Aw…is my big, bad hunter jealous? I can call you Daddy too…if you like.” Her wicked smirk grew as she felt his spark thump hard against his chassis. “C’mon, Daddy, ‘face your naughty little femme.”

Oh yeah. This was hot, dirty, and exciting. Any logical thinking evaporated in a fog of lust as a different unit, one that was currently throbbing between his legs, overrode his processor. He slammed three fingers into her warmth as he retracted his plating, rubbing his erect cable over her abdomen. Nudging his servo away, Shredda lifted her aft up, lining his cable with her valve, slowly sinking down until he was fully buried within her.

“Oohh…Daddy you’re so big,” Shredda groaned, rocking her hips. “Love how you…ahh…fill me up.” She whimpered as she rose up and down, riding him as fast as she could. “Give it to me hard, Daddy.”

Nuzzling and playfully biting her chassis, Lockdown cooed, “My pretty little femme is so tight and soft.” He gave her aft a hard smack, grinning as she shrieked and bucked into him, servo and hook groping her slim hips in attempt to control her erratic movements. “I’ll give you what you want. I’ll take care of my filthy femme.” He attacked her exposed neck with rough bites and kisses. “Open your chassis. Let me eat up your spark.”

Trembling in anticipation, Shredda split open her chestplates, throwing her helm back and screaming as Lockdown engulfed her life mass with his slick mouth, dentals and glossa gently caressing her until the pleasure building within her exploded. He held her close to keep her from falling back, but her helm remained tilted back as she rode out the pleasure searing through her. He was quick to follow her in bliss, overexcited from her dirty talk and rippling valve. Sighing happily, raining soft kisses over her damp chassis, he rubbed his thumb over the sensor node just above the folds of her valve.

“Up for another r--” Lockdown began.

He stopped and frowned when he noticed the femme wasn’t responding to his touches, frozen in his grip, staring ahead with wide optics. Terror gnawed at his spark and a sickening feeling rose in his fueling tanks when he gazed up. Megatron was standing a few feet away, optics twitching, servos clenching and unclenching, and faceplates scrunched in fury. Lugnut and Blitzwing were standing beside the tyrant and both mechs wore infuriated expressions as well.

“Bounty hunter!” Megatron gritted out, stepping closer, tone and posture dark and dangerous. “What are you doing to my little sweetspark?!” Energy crackled around the butt of his cannon from the sight of lubricant staining his daughter’s thighs and trickling down his throne. “Lockdown. You. Are. Dead!!!”

Overtaken with panic, Lockdown bolted from the room, cable still connected to Shredda’s valve, causing the femme to scream and tightly wrap her legs around his waist to keep from falling to the floor. Megatron, Lugnut, and Blitzwing chased after him, each shouting curses along with threats of ripping off his cable and jamming it up his exhaust.

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