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decepticononline · 9 months

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TFP Knockout X Breakdown “Tell me you need me.”

This is a secret santa gift for a discord server I am in, dedicated directly to @neonhoneycomb ! Merry Christmas 🎄 I enjoyed writing this!

Warnings: NSFW, size kink, medical gore, angst, spike comparison, squirting.

The hologram target fizzled out of a view, which caused the ex-wrecker to growl in frustration. His rapid vents exhausted one after another as he retracted his blaster in defeat. He'd been in the training room for almost the whole cycle to work on his shooting aim now that he was… impaired. His non functional optic made all forms of combat almost impossible. He couldn't make a clear shot to save his own aft, let alone his partner's.

Before Breakdown could exit the armoy room, his comm system loudly pinged. A slew of cybertronian curses fell past his dermas when he saw the comm was from Knockout. That indicated to him that he had been absent from the med-bay for far too long.

“Need something?” With a nonchalant tone in his voice, the navy blue deception tried to play off the situation. It wouldn't work, but there was a 99% chance that if he didn't sound like he was doing anything wrong, then maybe he wasn't.

“Do I need something?! Great question because what I need is some assistance in the med-bay.” Even without seeing Knockout's face plate, it was obvious the mech was highly irritated.

“Got it. I'll be there in a-” The comm ended abruptly, and Breakdown's singular beaming yellow optic rolled in its socket. Over the comm Knockout had sounded like he'd blown a few and a half gaskets since he'd been gone, and that made him much more resilient to take any longer to return.

Upon heading towards the med-bay, the mech passed by two badly cauterized vehicon drones, one of them still leaking energon onto the deck plates of the ship. Knockout must have been too busy to repair him correctly, but it didn't look severe, so the vehicon could walk it off… eventually.

Two red glaring optics followed the ex-wrecker's movements as he entered the med-bay. If looks could kill, Knockout would surely be vaporizing him with just his vision right about now. The red medic didn't offer a greeting nor a chastising remark as his silence was more than enough to do the trick.

“Sorry, got carried away in the armory.”

Knockout still said nothing while he cauterized a gaping wound in the shoulder-plate of another vehicon. He took his time with this one as the injury was fairly deep into the cybernetic metal. Knockout gestured to the data pad on the medical berth, without saying a word Breakdown knew he wanted him to start logging in the Vehicon’s credentials for an injury report. On his way to the opposite medical berth, the ex-wrecker let a servo graze against his partner's hip strut.

“Don't you dare start.”, a deep chuckle rumbled within Breakdown’s chassis as he tried to calm his highly displeased lover. The reaction Knockout gave him didn't make him feel any less determined with his goal.

“I need a set of sharp pliers. There's a bullet fragment still in here.” Knockout's digit inched into the deep cavern of wound the vehicon drone shuddered with pain. The sensitive protoform within his shoulder-plate was exposed, and leaving the fragment in there would never let the gouge heal properly.

“You know I'll give you whatever you need.”

“How about you drop it?”

"How about you hold it."

Knockout's red optics widened, and he debated on whether or not he should hurl the cauterizing scalpel at the larger mech. “Enough!” The red medic said with a hiss before snatching the pliers out of his partner's servos.

After removing the plasma bullet fragment and completing the cauterization of the wound, the Vehicon designated as ST3V3 was evicted from the med-bay. Knockout shut the sliding doors and began logging all the services perfomed for that cycle within a data report for future reference. He had never seen so many patients at once, especially not when there weren't any instances of Autobot retaliation.

“This cycle has been one of the worst in awhile -” Knockout's digit tapped rapidly against the datapad screen, furiously filing his own report. He knew his paint job looked like a wreck and that he would need a good polish and wax after a cleansing station visit.

“- You weren't here helping because you decided to go frag off to the armory room.” It wasn't often Knockout needed to scold the other mech. He was usually resourceful and there when he needed him, lately Breakdown’s been consistently absent from his duties and refusing to pick up extra shifts with him. The mech declined going out on a patrol of a newfound energonmine, which Knockout deemed to be completed out of character for him.

“I'm still missing almost every shot, I can see but at the same time I can't see slag! Everything just looks off, I've never felt so useless.” Both of the ex-wreckers servo’s slammed down on the medical berth in front of him out of frustration.

Knockout's posture softened, and his optic ridges slightly raised. Breakdown was being… vulnerable around him, this was rare. He knew the mech had been having some difficulties accustoming to his sight with the subtraction of an optic, but he wasn't aware of how critical the situation was. If anything he thought the mech was toughing it out like he did with everything else.

“Your vision, it'll take some time to restabilize. The lack of an optic is going to make things hard for you, but it won't be impossible.” The medic approached his partner and let his servo grasp the side of his faceplate. He'd never seen such defeat on the decepticon ex-wrecker before.

“And you're not useless. I wouldn't be able to do this without you, and you know that BD.” The dermas of the two mechs came into contact with one another and that gave Breakdown all the permission he needed to pick up the smaller mech and pin him down on the medical berth.

The size difference between the two of them wasn't as severe as it may have been amongst other cybertronian relationships but it definitely gave Breakdown the upper hand at being able to maneuver Knockout how he wanted. The connection of oral receptors continued as Knockout slipped his glossa in and danced it along Breakdown’s, enticing him of what was further to come.

The ex-wrecker's thick digits circled around Knockout's interface panel before the plating willingly slid down with a hiss. The aroma of the red mech's dripping valve filled the med-bay, and Breakdown broke the kiss.

“You're already ready for me?”

“You think I didn't enjoy your antics earlier?” Knockout vented deeply as Breakdown pressed a digit at his entrance before slowly sliding it in.

His lubricating slick coated the intruding digit, and the quick clenches of his valve walls urged it to start pumping. A growl left Knockout's vocal capacitor when a second digit joined refuge within his valve. Breakdown knew exactly how to angle his digits to make the medic's frame twitch and heave. A loud moan erupted from Knockout when one of Breakdown's digits began rubbing circles around his outer-node.

“Tell me you need me.”

“Frag- I do!”

“Then say it.” Breakdown quickened the pace of his digits, and the lewd slick noises only became audibly louder with the furthering of Knockout's pleasure and excitement.

“I need you!” The medic's sharp digits dragged along the underneath of the medical berth leaving gashes across the underside. Breakdown's servo was showing his valve no mercy as it shamelessly guided him to a long and drawn out overload. It didn't take long for Knockout's walls to start to spasm and small spurts of lubrication to erupt from his valve. He rode out his climax with a guttural groan and a very brief rev of his engine.

Even the interface panel housing his errect spike slid off to allow him to leak thick beads of blue transfluid from his tip. Only when the medic was coming from his high did he pay attention to his partner's thick spike leaning up against his own. Their size difference wasn't just on the outside, as Breakdown was a good size and a half larger than Knockout in the spike department.

Knockout could swear to primus they were made for each other with how well he'd fill his valve when they interfaced. Breakdown lined up the tip of his spike against the soft mesh valve folds in front of him before pushing forward to enter. The entry was quick and painless as Knockout's frame knew this game the two of them would play all too well.

A beep went off on the docked datapad stationed at Knockout's desk, which indicated that there were new inbound patients to the med-bay. Knockout looked back over at the mech, who was currently still inside him, who bared the expression of a sad cyberfox pup who'd just been told to stop.

“We're finishing this. They can wait... Besides, I still need you.” A smirk appeared on his faceplate, telling his partner that the two would have a much longer cycle ahead of them...

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emotionallyattachednerd · 9 months

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Adulation ❙ ES Megatron x Human OC!Rosie ❙ Secret Santa Gift ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 1900+

Warnings: Smut ( oral, size difference, interfacing, spark play and robot on human ). NSFW 18+.

Notes: This is a secret santa gift for @spectralquartzafterdark through a discord event. This was a fun experiance. I don't own the OC. Merry Christmas everyone. 💚

Story inspired by At Last by Etta James. 🥰

☕ Coffee

"Megatron?"

Rosie calls out to him after entering what used to be the home base for G.H.O.S.T. and now given to the remaining autobots and decepticons for them to work on the space bridge. The area was quiet, as if no one was around, and this confuses Rosie. Usually there were a few others out and about.

Hearing the soft pleasant music down the hall gains her attention, and follows towards the music, hearing it grow louder before entering Megatron's personal room, only to be confronted by the blue jazz music playing and dim lights that give a soft warm atmosphere. She can't help but smile softly, looking around as she comes into the room and is approached by Megatron, holding his mass displacement.

"What is this?" Rosie loves the romance blooming around her, making her heart flutter with warmth and joy. "Are we celebrating something?"

"Do we need a reason? I only wished for us to spend this evening together. I asked for everyone to keep themselves busy, away from us, so we won't have any disruptions." Megatron answers through a tender purr as he smiles at her.

Rosie's smile turns into a smirk. "Oh really? And what didn't you want anyone to hear?"

Megatron closes the distance between them, caressing her chin before whispering into her ear. "Your howls of pleasure."

A pleasant moan bubbles from Rosie, feeling goosebumps exploding through her body as she feels her legs grow weak simply by his words and touches. That's all it takes.

"That sounds incredible." Stepping closer, Rosie slides her hands over his broad shoulders and rests them behind his helm, bringing him closer and sharing a tender kiss.

Megatron lets out a low purr from his chassis, delighted by her tenderness, something he hasn't really received over his long period of time throughout the war.

"I want to thank you." He says as he breaks the kiss, looking fondly into her eyes, and sadness. "I feared I would lose you, and I don't know how I would manage without you. I'll admit, for a time I thought you were interested in Optimus, you two seemed so close."

"That's because you're the jealous type." Rosie teases him.

"It's my nature, that won't change." Megatron then grows soft again. "Thank you for giving this old fool a chance. Very few have ever shown me kindness, not that I deserve it, but you gave me a chance to be happy again. I'll forever cherish you, my beautiful flower."

His words hit hard, causing Rosie to tear up as she tries to hold them back, not wanting to look like a sobbing mess. "Oh Megs..."

"Tonight, I want you to be happy, whatever you want." His smile turns into mischief. "Any of your desires you would like to undertake?"

Rosie's smile turns wicked, biting her lower lip as she hums in thought. "Yeah, there is. I want you to be creative, to take control and fill me, breed me, that's what I desire from you." She slides her hand up along his chassis earning a low purr from his chassis of approval.

“Let’s get you out of those clothes.”

Megatron is gentle as he removes the clothes from her, purposely going slow and touching her warm skin under the pads of his digits, optics roaming over her body, admiring every inch of her beauty. He likes what he sees, an exotic beauty he's never seen before that has become his obsession.

Rosie relishes just how he maps out her body with both his servos and optics, it makes her feel very special, attractive. She stands still for him while letting him take control over her, waiting for anything he might have to say, or even order her.

"I have an idea." Megatron says while in thought. Once naked he leads her over to the bed, laying down first and pulling her down with him. "Turn around, straddle me, and let us both orally pleasure one another."

That sounded like a good idea to Rosie, and she's more than happy to comply. "Sounds delicious."

Rosie finds herself on top of Megatron, face first at his throbbing spike with her bottom half facing the other way, soaking pussy directly in Megatron's view. Licking her lips early she takes hold of his prized member, giving him a firm stroke before wrapping her lips across his twitching tip.

Megatron lets out a lengthy moan feeling her warm lips wrap around him, hips slightly jerking up against her mouth, before he tugs her legs and opens her pussy lips for him. "A beautiful and eager opening, darling. I want you to always be ready for me like this, soaking wet and dripping. Your smell is intoxicating, almost making me feel dizzy."

She responds by moaning around him, sucking more of his length and pumping his base, hips wiggling with need for him to do something else with this broad glossa of his. Megatron seems to understand and tugs her closer towards his mouth by her upper thighs, and he drags his glossa across her pussy and sensitive clit, earning a muffled mewl as Rosie slowly bobs her head over him.

Smirking he does it again, tasting her sweet nectar that makes him drunk, before he plunges his glossa into her depths and swirls it around her inner channel, vibrations come through his hungry moans against her as he gently moves his waist up against her mouth, drinking up everything she gives with greed.

Rosie responds by gently humping back against him, taking more of his spike and deep throating him with skill. She loves it, his greed for her, lust, whatever she can give he'll take all for himself. Megatron's digits grip into the soft flesh of her ass, massaging each cheek and giving one side an elastic slap, causing Rosie to let out a muffled yelp before moaning more eagerly around him.

"Such a beautiful melody." Megatron moves away from her pussy, licking his lips as he speaks, a broad smile stretched upon his face. "I want you to sing like that for me always, and so many more."

Rosie removes her mouth from his spike letting out a wet pop before glancing behind at him lustfully. "Your tongue is truly extraordinary against my pussy. I feel so empty, please, I want you in me."

Megatron doesn't need to be told twice. He suddenly moves himself, keeping her on her hands and knees as he kneels behind, lifting her waist up to line himself perfectly against her dripping core. Moving his hips, he slides his spike between her pussy lips and across her clit, gently humping her while letting out deep moans that erupt from his chassis.

Rosie keeps herself balanced on her hands and knees, constant soft mewls sounding from her as she humps in sync with Megatron's movements against her. He's being gentle right now, but not for long, and she is ever so eager to be drilled by her lover.

As if reading her thoughts he presses his thick spike against her pussy and thrusts in, stretching her channel as the ridges along his spike stimulate against her inner walls before finding himself pressed fully against her ass, both his and her own uprooted moans filling the room.

"Oh fuck!" Rosie curses out as her hands grip into the sheets, feeling her body quiver through her heated arousal blooming through her. "Megs, you feel so big in me!" His spike creates a swollen bump at her belly and feeling it twitching wildly within her depths.

Megatron lets out a soft chuckle before leaning across her back, tilts her head to the side and shares a kiss with her. "I always enjoy burying my fat spike in you, darling. I want to breed you, fill you deeply, and let us see if we can create a sparkling tonight."

The very thought of having his children causes her to hump back against him eagerly. "Do it, breed me, fill my belly!"

That's all Megatron needs to hear before all self control vanishes. He moves his waist, thrusting back and forth into his human lover, grunting firmly with each thrust given with the sounds of her skin slapping against his metal thighs, digits gripping into her waist as he tugs her back against his movements and watches his thick spike entering her over again. She's a beautiful addiction, and he needed more.

Grabbing a fist full of her hair he tugs her back making her grunt out but moans in delight between clenched teeth as he picks up his movements again, tugging her back repeatedly onto him by her hair, followed by his rugged moans.

"Such a beautiful tight human you are, Rosie." He says between firm thrusts, grunting as he drives right back into her over again. "You're mine, all mine. I'm the only one who can ever fuck you, understood?"

"Fuck. Yes. You...yours!" Rosie squeals out with her head tugged back by her hair and feeling her ass cheeks rippling with each sturdy thrust delivered. She can feel his spike descend down repeatedly against her belly, causing her to let out a heated gurgled moan as she can feel her juices seeping down her inner thighs from her pussy. "Please...I want...to touch your spark!"

It's Megatron's favourite thing, feeling her soft fingers and warm tongue against his pulsing spark, and the very thought makes his spike jerk. Without answering he pulls out and flips her over, tugs her into his broad lap and helps her sink down onto his length again before opening his chassis and revealing his pulsing spark to her.

Rosie doesn't hesitate to lean closer as she grins herself down against Megatron, rocking her waist eagerly, before she gently cups Megatron's luminous spark and drags her tongue across the pulsing orb.

"Primus..." Megatron isn't one to curse out the name often, but when he does, it means something deep rooted has been dug up, and right in the moment it was his Rosie who was making him feel more alive than ever before.

His hips move up against her rocking motions, servos wrapped tightly against her back as she suckles at his glowing spark like a hungry sparkling, sending new pulses of arousal through his frame that swells within his spike throbbing in her clenching depths.

Rosie craves more, greed consuming her as she rubs at her clit, feeling her orgasim approching rapidly and the need to cum screams throughout her mind. The sound of Megatron's heated grunts fills her ears and lets out a delightful hum against his spark, feeling his spike twitch more that says he's close himself.

"Rosie, my rose, my flower!" He can't hold it back anymore and lets himself go, a heavy echoed moan crawling out from his vocals that shakes through the room, everything within him bursting with sparks of energy that also eject out from his spike.

Rosie mewls loudly as her orgasim erupts through her body, feeling her belly fill with his thick fluids and expand out against her, creating a bump that just about makes her look pregnant. What a beautiful thought she thinks to herself. Giving his spark one more kiss she moves away, panting heavily as she looks up at him through lusty eyes. "Fuck, that was intense. Look, I look like I'm carrying your child."

Megatron smirks through his heated vents and touches her swollen stomach under his padded digit. "So beautiful. I wish I could see you like this always, swelled and full."

"Guess you'll have to always fuck me than, darling." Rosie kisses his lips tenderly, making him smile in return.

"No argument there."

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