#op i'm so sorry for adding this stupidity to your nice post.

[stellerssong]

at the risk of once again making my own fic redundant, the swan stellersong special sauce is a combination of the above panel plus the following:

I am so grateful for Lucienne's existence. I love her. I always have to restrain myself from spewing hate at anyone who says they don't like her.

[stickytrigger69]

hello! could i have a chubby transmasc reader laying on breakdown or starscream’s (whichever one you feel like) chassis without a shirt on, just kinda relaxing after a long day? maybe it turns spicy w/ body worship?

Breakdown x Transmasc Reader

Reader is transmasc

Reader is a chubby human 😊

NSFW

Despite reader being afab the genitals of said reader are unspecified

I chose to go with post op, hope it's to your liking

Implied poly relationship with KO and BD

Author's note: I am working on the other asks I've received. I've just had a run in with the good old writers block but they should all be done by valentine's day 😊 hope you liked this one.

P.S. I'm sorry this one was kinda short *scratches the back of my head bashfully*

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Today had been awfully stressful and way too long. It was like it was dragged out, the sun taunting you as it remained in one place all day. It had barely begun to set while Breakdown drove you out to be picked up by a groundbridge. So tired. You can't wait to finally just relax and get out of the stupid uniform you're wearing.

You're just glad that you don't have to wear a binder anymore. It always added to the stress, overwhelming you more than you needed it to. The heat paired with the long hours and sometimes horrible customers had really been dragging you down. Having Breakdown and Knockouts support was what kept you going though. There was one thing you did miss about it though, the feeling of their cool digits smoothing out and massaging your sore chest after wearing your binder for hours on end.

It always made you smile when you remembered their reactions when you told them you wanted top surgery.

----- Flashback -----

"Well, I do prefer a partner with a larger chassis but, if you insist." Knockout said, placing a servo on his own chassis and the other on Breakdowns. Said mech looking at his smaller partners servo.

"Yeah," He looks up from the servo to focus on you, "are you sure you really want to? From what I understand, fleshies such as yourself don't exactly take too nicely to such cosmetics."

"Well first of all, yes I want to, second of all, it's not 'cosmetic'. It's so I can feel better. You guys know how I feel about it. Its what i really really want, im sick of this stupid thing." You hold up your binder. "And this," you motion to your breasts, "this is nothing but a hindrance and i would feel so much better if i could get them out of the way." The two mechs looked at eachother, talking through their spark bond.

----- End Flashback -----

"Sweetspark?" Breakdowns voice is clear in your ears.

"Hmm?" You look up at his red faceplate.

He smiles at you, "my poor little fleshie. What's got you distracted? Are your scars aching again?" His helm tilts to the side, concern in his optics. They are still kind of new but the aching doesn't really happen as often anymore.

"Hm, oh, no. I'm okay, just a little tired, i just want to lay in bed for the next 12 hours." You give him a small smile of your own and returns it with a chuckle. He picks you up off the table you use as a small lounge space and starts walking to the large berth. He sits and stands you on his lap and starts tugging at your shirt.

"Take it off." He says. You obey and undo the buttons and pull the ends out from inside your slacks. You roll down the sleeves and begin to pull the shirt off. Breakdown loses his patience and pinches the back of the shirt with his index digit and thumb and pulls it off for you. Your arms are gently pulled back with the shirt and he tosses it somewhere on the floor.

Once your chest is bare he takes the time to pull off your shoes then lays down. He holds you above him for a moment just looking at you then lowers you down to his chassis. It's warm and vibrates gently with the idle thrum of his engine. You sigh deeply, finally relaxed and comfy. A large servo gently caresses your back, tickling you slightly.

You close your eyes for a little while, listening to his engine and feeling the metal of his hand on your skin. For a man made of metal, he's rather warm. His touch is soft and gentle too, and for a while he lightly rubs your back. He starts heating up even more and picks you up again and lays you down, only now you are staring up at the ceiling.

"Y'know, I don't much like fleshies," his voice is soft and low, "you are something special." The praise causes your cheeks to warm up. "And you caught Knockouts optics? That's no easy feat, and a damn near impossible one for a fleshie. When he said he liked you I knew it was because you were different." He lets out another little chuckle. "I mean, look at you, your perfect little frame, your round face. You're so soft too. Not to mention how gorgeous you are sweetspark." He continues to heat up and his cooling fans whir to life. You start to heat up too, your face getting hotter the more he talks.

He clearly knows what he's doing. The touches, the compliments, his sultry voice. It lights a fire in you and makes your stomach flip and heart beat faster. His servo on your side begins to caress lower and lower, finding purchase on your hip.

"I love how soft you are, your extra flesh gives pleasure like nothing I've ever known." He pinches you a couple of times before he's lifting you up again. Sitting you up so you could face him. Your legs wrap around him as best as they can, the light vibrations from his chassis a small sensation that you can barely register. He oggles your bare chest, analyzing the soft, plump flesh.

A servo on either thigh as he smiles at you knowingly. Thumbs rubbing circles on them, getting awfuly close to the sensitive area between your thick thighs. His stare is intense and you feel like hiding yourself, like covering yourself up. He catches on to the small change in your demeanor and sits up while holding you in place.

"You are the most attractive fleshie I've ever laid my optics on." One of his large thumbs finds its place rubbing on your clothed sex. "So soft and plump; perfect." Your hand holds onto his larger one that's rubbing your chest. Your eyes close tight as he adds pressure, legs opening wider. He lays you down, your head close to the edge of the berth, and starts pulling at your pants. You hastily undo your belt and pant button but before you can pull down the fly he's already slipping them off your thick thighs.

He leans down and starts trailing kisses down your face to your stomach.

"Breakdown." Your voice is breathy. His thumb is still rubbing on your sex. He lets his tongue roll over your nipple causing you to let out a moan. He continues like this for a while until finally he's relieving you of your boxers and packer as he spreads your fluids around. His tongue switching from one nipple to the other.

It's not long until he pulls an orgasm from you, your body shakes and you release a loud moan.

"Oh, Breakdown!" You cry.

"I'm not done with you yet fleshie." He smirks as his panel slides away. His large spike on display. And though you couldn't take it, it made you excited. You stare at it, thoughts running wild. He lets out a deep chuckle and starts to stroke himself.

"Touch yourself for me sweetspark." He commands and you obey with a whimper. "You're absolutely gorgeous, a real 'pretty boy' as they call 'em, right? Yeah, that's you isn't it?" He strokes himself faster as he stares at you. Watching your little hands as you work yourself up once more.

"Mmm, Breakdown." You moan his name. His free servo reaches down to trace your scars and rub at your nipples.

"What is it my sweetspark?" He grunts as his digits squeeze the base of his spike.

"Ngh, I love you." You croak.

"Mm I love you too sweetspark, so much." He groans. "Mmm, I'm going to paint you in my transfluid. Would you like that sweetspark? For me to paint your gorgeous frame?"

"Y-yes." You moan out. Hands working faster as you get close to your orgasm. He chuckles and leans down to kiss your round face. His free servo pinches one of your thick thighs.

"Say it," He says with a groan, "say that you're perfect. Tell me that you know you are a living God, that you are like Primus himself." His orange optics look deep into your eyes.

"I-I'm;" you pause, it's hard to breathe.

"C'mon sweetspark," He grunts again, servo stroking his spike as fast as he can, chasing his overload just as fervently as you are yours, "I know you can do it."

"I'm, fuck," you swallow thickly, "I'm a-oh! A God!" You cry out, your climax is so close. The air is thick and laced with static. Your back arches up from the berth as the large blue mech above you thrusts his spike into his hand.

"Ngh, yes! You're my perfect little God. Your perfect frame, your gorgeous face." His optics close and his spike twitches as his overload crashes into him. Transfluid hitting the berth just above your head. Large drops landing on your chest.

"Oh, Breakdown!" You cry out as your body spasms. Legs shaking and back arching. White flashes over your eyes as your orgasm hits you hard. His stroking slows and then comes to a stop as he vents shallowly.

"I love you sweetspark. My little fleshie." He smiles lovingly as he smears his transfluid over your stomach. "So handsome and perfect, I love when your little face changes colors. Red really suits you little one." The same thumb that was on your stomach now caressing your cheek, smearing the fluid there. Your hair is stuck to your forehead.

"I love you too Breakdown." You return the smile and close your eyes, trying to catch your breath. The loud whir of his cooling fans and deep thrum of his engines fills your ears. Your heart is still pounding.

"Awww, did I miss all the fun already?" Your eyes snap open and your head whips to the source of the voice. Knockout stands against the wall, his arms crossed over his chassis. "I had a feeling I should have stayed here and waited for you two. You just took so long and I got restless." His servos wave around and he starts walking toward the berth.

"Well, I'm not sure if our soft one here has it in them, but I'm ready to go another round." Breakdown smirks at you then looks up to the cherry red mech standing right next to him. Knockout returns the smirk looking into Breakdowns optics. They both stare at eachother for a little while and then focus their attention on you. You let out a weak groan knowing that even if you weren't strong enough to handle it, you had a long night ahead of you.

[animasphinx]

Sorry for the random tip but tagging on tumblr is no longer the personal thing it once was. They changed it just last year so that all tags on a post are visible in a list along with all comments. So anything you say in tags is actually broadcast immediately to the OP and everyone else who sees the post on their dashboard, and people use it as a kind of secondary chat feed now. That's why someone saw your tags (they couldn't have avoided it) and wondered why you'd "send" that to them.

i know this already and it is, actually, avoidable. you can customize your notifications so that reblogs with or without added commentary will not show up in your feed. i do this.

i highly recommend that individuals who get distressed by other people's opinions in their tags to do this as well.

and i'm not pretending to have thick skin here. i have them turned off for literally the same reason. i am sensitive and people can say whatever they want in THEIR tags on THEIR blogs and i can't control that. what i CAN control is my exposure to things that cause me anxiety and/or distress. and so i have turned off my exposure to random people's tags. if i wanna read tags on my post, i go out of my way to find the post and check the notes. at that point, i literally went seeking out potentially triggering content and I can't blame anyone but myself if i find some.

b*gleech turning me making a private comment to myself on my blog into my problem by coming into my inbox like a whole day later is what's embarrassing to me, not that they got their feelings hurt. go talk to your friends or therapist about that shit. not everyone online has to be your friend or be nice to you.

not to mention, their post was already hostile, so it's just extra weird. "anyone leaving twitter is stupid for literally empowering the alt right" (me, under my breath, to myself) "i think what you said is stupid actually" "omg why are you being so mean to me"

the fact that i am still talking about this like 2 days later because it keeps being brought up when it is a complete nonissue is so ridiculous to me

[ineffectualdemon]

Back when I was really into webcomics one of the creators I followed posted on twitter making fun of a device that held an ipad so the user could lay in bed while using it

Really nasty about it to tbh. Saying it was lazy idiots and looked like a toilet and stuff

And I replied, as nicely as I could, pointing out he was making fun of a device that was probably for disabled people and useful and that he'd been kinda mean

He fucking blew up on me (and a few other people) claiming he wasn't making fun of disabled people or the existence of that kind of device (though he did) he just found that particular model stupid

But he was making fun of people for using it

And of course because he was calling me out publicly on twitter I got a fair amount of hate and backlash from his followers

I tried to apologise because I was in my early twenties and scared but that didn't matter

He was really awful to me. Because i pointed out a device he was making fun of being for "lazy shitholes" was for disabled people

I wasn't as disabled as I am now but it really bothered me with what he said and how he handled it abd tbh I can mark that moment as the start of the decline in my interest in webcomics for a long time

I've forgotten his name and the name of his comic but I don't think I'll forget the sick feeling my gut as I saw his tweets both about the product and to me personally

I'm sorry I added this to your post OP but I never talked about this before and this felt appropriate

"Why does this thing exist, people are so lazy!"

Disabled people both exist, and also.... even if it's "laziness", "laziness" is not a sin. People should be able to do anything with any level of assistance. Just because the way you exist is the way that is "normal" doesn't mean that it is Right and Divine