Driblets - I have decided I like that word for this
Just some driblets and such for some pairings and words that kyra_neko_rei tossed my way, in an attempt to try and write. While none are explicit, I would consider the series NSFW.
Sandstorm/Fireflight
Leash
"The least you could do 'Flight is keep your slagging fling on a leash," Slingshot growled, ignoring the stricken look on his brother's face.
Collar.
Sandstorm dropped the collar he had been holding out, when Fireflight burst into tears, and pulled the smaller mech into his arms. Why was he babbling about leashes and flings?
Kissing it better
The triple changer sat rocking the the small jet in his arms where he had cried himself to sleep. He leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to the red helm. He didn't know what was going on, but he would find out and then he would make it better.
Fixing
The hall was empty when Slingshot found himself slammed into the wall by the Wrecker. "I don't care if you have issues with me, but you will leave 'Flight out of it. Got that? Good." The wheezing jet, could only watch stunned as Sandstorm stalked away.
Sexual healing
Sandstorm could only smile as he watched his lover dance around his teams hanger. He stood and pulled the jet too him. "Sexual healing baby," he growled before kissing him.
Kink
While the collar and leash were out, Fireflight had his own kink. Rope.
Blowjob
"Humans put there mouths where? How do they manage to not electrocute themselves?" Sandstorm could only grin at the confusion on Fireflight's face. No need to tell him that humans weren't electric in that part quite yet
Electric.
He stared for few moments and then leaned over to Sandstorm. "What is Flight doing?" "The electric slide."
Love
He didn't have to say the word with his mouth. He said it with his hands. His mouth. And his spark. I love you.
Joy
Nothing could disguise the pure joy Flight felt when he launched himself into Sandstorm's arms, after he returned safe from a mission.
Bedtime
Skydive slapped a hand over Slingshot's mouth and dragged him out of the common room before he could wake the two mechs dozing on the couch.
Retaliation
The pink paint that came shooting out of the washracks and coated Slingshot could only have been retaliation for the latest scathing comment that had made Fireflight unhappy.
Forgiveness
He never had asked Primus for forgiveness for the multitude of sins he committed in his life, both in service to the Wreckers and before, but he found it in the eyes of his little red jet.
Awww
If jets could blush, Fireflight's cheeks would have matched his paint, but Sandstorm refused to let him get up. Even when Air Raid pulled out a camera, going "Awwww! How sweet!"
Return
It was a light chaste kiss. Just a lingering promise to return.
Lust
Sandstorm ignored the looks of lust that followed him in the bar. All he wanted was to finish this mission and get back to his jet.
Triumph
Starscream had certainly not expected the impact that came moments after his triumph after shooting the red one of those stupid aerials down.
Caring
He wasn't sure why he was considering this. "Sharing is caring," he was reminded. He pouted and looked up into the visor. "But they're my energon goodies."
Sharing
He looked mournfully into the empty container. All gone. Sticking out his lower lip to pout he looked up, only to have his lover kiss him gently, slipping the last of the energon goodie into his mouth. Maybe sharing like this was better.
Reward
There was no reward for watching Vos burn to the ground. But he did it anyways, feeling like he owed it to his lover.
Hope
"I don't care if I am trapped in a damn cave with you Swindle! Sandstorm will get me out."
Pickle
"Sandy don't move you'll sever my fingers!" Ratchet just looked at the two of them and rubbed his temples.
Prowl/Jazz
Desk sex
Optimus looked at the desk and then back at his SIC and TIC and then back at his desk. "You do have
your own desks." "We broke Prowl's yesterday and mine this morning."
Sandstorm/Fireflight
Leash
"The least you could do 'Flight is keep your slagging fling on a leash," Slingshot growled, ignoring the stricken look on his brother's face.
Collar.
Sandstorm dropped the collar he had been holding out, when Fireflight burst into tears, and pulled the smaller mech into his arms. Why was he babbling about leashes and flings?
Kissing it better
The triple changer sat rocking the the small jet in his arms where he had cried himself to sleep. He leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to the red helm. He didn't know what was going on, but he would find out and then he would make it better.
Fixing
The hall was empty when Slingshot found himself slammed into the wall by the Wrecker. "I don't care if you have issues with me, but you will leave 'Flight out of it. Got that? Good." The wheezing jet, could only watch stunned as Sandstorm stalked away.
Sexual healing
Sandstorm could only smile as he watched his lover dance around his teams hanger. He stood and pulled the jet too him. "Sexual healing baby," he growled before kissing him.
Kink
While the collar and leash were out, Fireflight had his own kink. Rope.
Blowjob
"Humans put there mouths where? How do they manage to not electrocute themselves?" Sandstorm could only grin at the confusion on Fireflight's face. No need to tell him that humans weren't electric in that part quite yet
Electric.
He stared for few moments and then leaned over to Sandstorm. "What is Flight doing?" "The electric slide."
Love
He didn't have to say the word with his mouth. He said it with his hands. His mouth. And his spark. I love you.
Joy
Nothing could disguise the pure joy Flight felt when he launched himself into Sandstorm's arms, after he returned safe from a mission.
Bedtime
Skydive slapped a hand over Slingshot's mouth and dragged him out of the common room before he could wake the two mechs dozing on the couch.
Retaliation
The pink paint that came shooting out of the washracks and coated Slingshot could only have been retaliation for the latest scathing comment that had made Fireflight unhappy.
Forgiveness
He never had asked Primus for forgiveness for the multitude of sins he committed in his life, both in service to the Wreckers and before, but he found it in the eyes of his little red jet.
Awww
If jets could blush, Fireflight's cheeks would have matched his paint, but Sandstorm refused to let him get up. Even when Air Raid pulled out a camera, going "Awwww! How sweet!"
Return
It was a light chaste kiss. Just a lingering promise to return.
Lust
Sandstorm ignored the looks of lust that followed him in the bar. All he wanted was to finish this mission and get back to his jet.
Triumph
Starscream had certainly not expected the impact that came moments after his triumph after shooting the red one of those stupid aerials down.
Caring
He wasn't sure why he was considering this. "Sharing is caring," he was reminded. He pouted and looked up into the visor. "But they're my energon goodies."
Sharing
He looked mournfully into the empty container. All gone. Sticking out his lower lip to pout he looked up, only to have his lover kiss him gently, slipping the last of the energon goodie into his mouth. Maybe sharing like this was better.
Reward
There was no reward for watching Vos burn to the ground. But he did it anyways, feeling like he owed it to his lover.
Hope
"I don't care if I am trapped in a damn cave with you Swindle! Sandstorm will get me out."
Pickle
"Sandy don't move you'll sever my fingers!" Ratchet just looked at the two of them and rubbed his temples.
Prowl/Jazz
Desk sex
Optimus looked at the desk and then back at his SIC and TIC and then back at his desk. "You do have
your own desks." "We broke Prowl's yesterday and mine this morning."