[kisu-no-hi]

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[sandlake]

Have you ever done Knockout and Breakdown interfacing?

Not exactly, but I LOVE them seriously.

So I did it! ^▽^*

[rawmeknockout]

Reader conducting an Ambulon centric gangbang to give him the love and attention he deserves

//look i couldnt help through exhibitionism in there//

He’s so beautiful, optics glassy and distant with his mouth agape, it almost makes you wish to be part of the action. But you like your seat from the bar, watching him get his valve pounded by Cyclonus and Rodimus with one servo on some other bot’s spike. It could be any bot ravishing him, though, because this is all about Ambulon.

This is all about getting to watch him be spread open and filled, given more pleasure than he’s ever dared to wish for, because you so desperately love and lust for him. It’s not simply enough to be all over him every night, worshipping him in the way he deserves. You want Ambulon to experience more than you alone can give him, make optics at him when you catch his gaze. Besides, you love the flush of his cheeks and the way he gets flustered begging for more.

Ambulon’s optics have been on you almost the entire time, body jerking with every hard thrust, looking for your approval. Looking for when you’ll show him mercy and come to him. You’ll join in eventually, take your conjunx where everyone can see and wish they were you, but for now you’re satisfied to watch and work up your own charge. This is about him, after all, and you don’t want to end it when it’s just begun.

[rawmeknockout]

Tailgate fucking male human while cyclonus and whirl watch owo

Tailgate is at his most gentle when he pushes into you, visor overly bright and hovering right over you. You wish he had a mouth that you could press kisses to and be kissed in return, but placing your lips on his face guard is just as good. With the way he was slowly rocking into you, not quite consciously choosing to, it was almost like you two were the only people in existence. That would be okay with you... Just you and Tailgate loving up on each other forever.

But you were acutely aware of the scalding optics watching you. Tailgate told you to ignore them, but it was hard to stop thinking about how intense Cyclonus must look. Or the eager way Whirl is leaning in, only barely restrained because Tailgate told him not to move if he wanted an overload.

“How are you two holding up?” Tailgate doesn’t even spare them a glance, too busy nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His servos wander over your stomach, enamored with the way you arch up into his touch. He sighs contentedly against your soft skin, almost getting lost in the feeling as his hips roll into you. He’s definitely playing it up for them, relishing in what they aren’t allowed to have. “Remember, don’t touch yourselves,”

Tailgate’s voice is mockingly sacchrine and you can feel the barely contained sadism behind his words. It’s not that he wants them to suffer or beg, he would tell you, but he likes to remind them who’s in charge. But for you, Tailgate is utterly hopeless. He’s too hung up on you to really bully you around like them.

Whirl lets out a strained groan and you know he could break any second if it wouldn’t result in having to wait even longer for an overload. Maybe even that wouldn’t stop him from seeking immediate relief. Cyclonus, bless his spark, doesn’t utter a peep, but his cooling fans are almost deafening. You don’t even remember hearing them start up. You would like to be pressed up against one of your larger partners, but... Then again, you can see why Tailgate likes bossing them around in the bedroom.

Tailgate’s servos stop petting your soft stomach, gripping your hips so he can manage his leverage over you. It feels like forever before he’s properly thrusting into you, gentle and slow at first but increasing in fervor. Your arms wind leisurely around his broad shoulder plates.

You think you hear Whirl shuffling on his knees, but you ignore it in favor of kissing Tailgate’s cheeks.

[rawmeknockout]

Hey could I request tfa blitzwing and tfp soundwave going into a rut and their bot s/o helps them

//ummm i had to pick one or the other cause a crossover wouldn’t really make sense to be? so i went with soundwave cause i like him better//

“Come on, just let it all out, big guy.” You grin up at him, trying to be warm and supportive but maybe coming off a bit too eager. If he notices, Soundwave doesn’t comment on it, too busy fucking your servo with abandon. He’s beautiful when he really lets loose, all the pent up frustration in his actions as he holds your wrist joint still in his crushing grip.

You, unfortunately, don’t have much time to let him frag your valve, no matter how much you would love it. Even in a rut, Soundwave is not so processorless as to disobey Megatron’s orders or skimp out on his duties. Sadly for you, his undying loyalty is one of his most attractive traits and it wouldn’t be Soundwave if he didn’t punish himself for the good of the Decepticon cause.

So this is all you can offer him on your meager break.

Not that Soundwave seems to mind, static bursting from his unused vocalizer. One of the only real sounds you’ve ever been able to hear from him. You relish in it, soaking in the discordant commotion. Like two ships grinding against each other, it leaves the sensitive metal contraptions in your audials ringing not unpleasantly. His transfluid splatters your shined armor, landing across your chest plate.

It’s over all too soon, Soundwave’s spike depressurizing behind his interface panel. You don’t know how he has the willpower to stand going back to work, almost wanting to beg him for a quickie in your habsuite. Soundwave’s visor flashes you a heart, a little token of gratitude, before he’s briskly moving back to his station. You should go back to work, too, but you know you’re just going to be distracted by the clock. Waiting for the moment you’ll have Soundwave all to yourself...

[rawmeknockout]

Could I request tfp Wheeljack absolutely wrecking a fem human s/o? Like. Human's wrists are tied up and she's unable to do anything besides let him wreck her. He calls her his slut but is soft at the end. I dunno dom Wheeljack and sub human s/o.

You arch up into his curious fingers, breathless at the stretch and heat. If you weren’t tied down you would have leapt into his lap already, desperate for his mouth and his spike, but Wheeljack bound you up with stasis cuffs. Made specifically for your tiny wrists. He’s such a lovebug.

“What’s wrong? Can’t handle a little teasing?” Wheeljack has an almost predatory look in his optics, but underneath that is a warm affection. Even the curve of his mouth isn’t cruel, simply playful and satisfied by your reactions. “I thought you had ‘patience for days’. Isn’t that what you said? Or...”

Wheeljack pulls his fingers away from between your legs, your hips immediately wriggling to follow, and trails them up the heated skin of your thighs. He plants small, chaste kisses and nips along your soft belly, moving up chest until his mouth brushes the delicate skin of your neck. If it weren’t for the gag in your mouth, you would beg for more kisses. Beg for him to use that mouth where it counts.

“Maybe you’re just a slut for my spike,” He pushes into you without warning, his spike filling your much smaller body and making you whine from the stretch. “I’ve given you so much and you’re still ready for more.”

You can hear the fond grin in his voice as he sets a punishing pace, his servos pushing your thighs open for greater access. With Wheeljack pressed so close to you, his strength and size is so much more evident. The heat from his vents comes over you in waves, but you arch into him even more, hungry for him to move faster and deeper.

“How am I supposed to say no to you?” Despite the fact he’s inside you, despite treating you like a spike sleeve just moments earlier, his voice is soft and gentle. His optics are glossy and look at you with so much adoration. He’s knocked the air out of you literally and figuratively. His in-vents grow more labored, Wheeljack’s expression pinched in what looks like pain but is more likely desperation. “I’m gonna overload in you, yeah? Do you want that?”

He hardly gives you a moment to respond, not like you really can, before he’s overloading deep inside you. You are already so full with his spike, but something about having him finish inside you has you cumming right after.

It’s a quite few moments of Wheeljack staring down at you, looking past you, before a peaceful smile slides onto his face.

“Ah, sorry about grabbing you so hard,” He seems torn about where to untie you first, but settles for pulling off your gag. Your jaw aches and you wonder if you had been biting down on it the entire time. “Looks like you might already be bruising a little. Want me to get some ice?”

“Naw,” You stretch and flex your wrists when releases you from the cuffs. Your circulation may not have been cut off, but your upper arms ache from being above your head for so long. “Cuddle with me?”

It must be the doe eyes that have Wheeljack chuckling at you, or it was your sudden ‘spooned’ position that did it, but he slides in place behind you with quick kisses to the nape of your neck.

[nonbinarybrainstorm]

Thunderclash Ruins Normal Spike for TFA Roddy

So, by popular demand or at least high interest, I’ve written my tfa!Roddy and ll!Thunders fic idea

Content: size kink, tummy bulge, excessive cum, kindling feelings

Enjoy!

Keep reading

[rawmeknockout]

(Answer this only when you open the request thing) Can I get fucked in the most tender and soft way by TFA Prowl and TFA Jazz? I love this two, and your writing is awesome, I hope Swerve comes visit you one day

//okay but jazz kissing the reader silly while prowl dicks them down thats it thats the prompt letting jazz tongue fuck your brains out//

Prowl let’s out a desperate, pitchy noise above you, somewhere between a groan and a whine. It peters off into the other sighs and gasps he makes as he rocks his hips into you. Of course, you can’t exactly see the blissful look on his face with Jazz kissing you the way he is. Not so much a kiss as it is the lewdest thing you think anyone’s ever done to you with their tongue; his inability to actually ‘breathe’ coming in handy for him while you are left light-headed and dizzy.

You want to take a peek at Prowl for just a moment, actually see the way his mouth hangs open and loose while he stares down at you like you are entire world and more, but you can’t bear to push Jazz away. Not when his glossa slides against your tongue and you can taste the faintest bit of iron, not when he feels so hungry for every bit of touch. The way Prowl’s servos grip your hips, slide up your body every now and then to feel your chest shudder and wriggle beneath him, tells you that he’s just as enamored with you as you are with him.

Jazz tries to get as close as possible, his servos wandering your skin and touching places with flighty interest. You take one of those curious servos and at least lead it down between your legs to guide him, letting Jazz get the idea of what you want. He’s quick with his movements, much more bold and eager to impress than Prowl.

An alarm from your phone startles you, too loud against the soft noises you three had been making, and you really should get it. It could be work or family or Optimus. Someone important looking for you. Hell, the world could be ending for all you know, while you’re cooped up in your love nest with two aliens. But you don’t even get the chance to look over, because Jazz’s free servo cups your cheek in a silent plea for attention. Prowl hasn’t even slowed or stuttered in his pace, body bowed over you like it’s taking a great effort not to collapse rut into you mindlessly.

You’re useless to fight off their affections: Jazz with his insistent, greedy glossa and Prowl thrusting into you like his life depends on it.

[rawmeknockout]

Big bot reader being dom and taking Drift (in arm bondage with ball gag and over a table) to pound town

Drift is an absolute doll bent over your work desk before you, valve on full display and arms pulled back into the sturdy, fabric straps. He’s got the most adoring look you’ve ever seen on a mech, and you really just want to cuddle up to him and tell your sweetspark how much you love him. But Drift has been adament about this scenario for a long time, and you can’t deny your conjunx anything in the Universe.

“You’re such a good bot for me,” The moment you put your servos on Drift’s hips he jolts and shuffles back, valve already dripping with lubricant. You can feel your spike pressurize behind your panel watching Drift searching for any contact from you, aft pressing firm against your covered interface array. You tap your audial, a clear motion to your comm-line. “Remember to let me know if you need me to stop.”

Drift nods hastily, clearly uninterested in what your saying, as you finally allow your interface panel to transform away and let your spike pressurize. Even just the first accidental slide of your spike through the lips of Drift’s valve is sweet relief. This was definitely a kink you never knew could get you so excited, but seeing Drift bound and eager to be used...

The only warning you give is a slightly firmer grasp on Drift’s hips as you slowly push your entire length into his wet valve. Already he’s moaning behind the gag, calipers squeezing and rippling along your spike. You can’t bring yourself to wait, knowing Drift is more than able to take you now, and you start into a hurried pace. His valve is tight and warm, leaving transfluid splattered across your lap.

You wish you two had waited for Ratchet now. You would give anything to see Drift eagerly taking two spikes, valve stretched and full and still aching for more. Primus, that was something you wanted so badly now.

“Are you gonna overload for me, sweetspark? Be good and overload on my spike,” You coax him gently, slipping into your usual sweet talk. You don’t think you could ever really get into the whole ‘dom’ thing that Drift wants, but he doesn’t seem at all bothered by it, too focused on how hard you’re pounding into him. And even if the command is sweet, it’s a command all the same and that’s what Drift is after. He overloads quickly after, calipers and nodes cycling and tightening around you. You overload with him, optics squeezing shut, servo hurriedly flying out to grab at his arm restraints and yank him back hard into you.

Your processor is still fuzzy a klik later, but you have enough sense to start untying his bonds, allowing Drift to slip his gag off. Before he can say anything, you hear a small cough behind you.

“Does that mean you two are done for the night or is it possible for me to slip in for round two?”

[rawmeknockout]

Could I get a brainstorm using his vibrating glossa mod on a human s/o?

Brainstorm, as much as he tried to shake conventional ways of thinking, lived to please. Specifically, he lived to please you. Anything you asked, he would do. No matter how humiliating or morally ambiguous or difficult it was. Because you have that something he needs.

And if that means laying stretching out under you, unable to get a word out around his own oral lubricant and vibrating glossa, then that’s what he had to do.

Of course, he could stand this far longer than you could, your thighs already shaking and quivering beside his helm, but if he could Brainstorm would spend the rest of eternity splayed out underneath you. He would happily take everything you deigned to give him, because he adores you. Every miniscule ounce of you.

You grind down on his tongue, flesh more malleable than the metal mesh of his face, and you grip his kibble with white-knuckled hands. Brainstorm adores the way you squeeze your eyes shut, relax your expression only to tense again as you bear down on his mouth just right. You overload suddenly, thighs gripping around his helm and muffling his audials, but he relishes in the slight gasping sounds you make. Your chest heaves with the effort, body quaking in the aftermath of your orgasm.

You’re just beautiful. Brainstorm wants to stay beneath you all night. Come what may. Even if half the ship exploded or was warped into another dimension, he would still want to be right here with you. He powers down the vibrating of his glossa mod, anyway, knowing you are likely done for now.

When you finally glance down at him, face as sheepish and concerned as you can manage while looking completely debauched, he knows he must be quite the sight: oral lubricant dripping down his chin and face plates flushed. He wouldn’t be surprised if he looked just as dazed and satisfied as you do. Your human transfluid is already cooling on his face when he flashes you a warm grin.

“Can you manage one more overload?”

[rawmeknockout]

If you’re up for it could you write rodimus getting praised and fucked by a bit bigger than him?

//rodimus is so sweet and kind and his caring motherly SO fucks him over his own desk as a nice surprise okay bye//

You’re so caring and nurturing, always looking out for others. Seeing the good in mechs even if they don’t see it in themselves. You take care of people and always give more than you should.

Which is why Rodimus doesn’t know how to ask you for what he wants. You’re not technically going steady and he isn’t quite sure how to ask you how to be with just him. You’re always giving to him: your time, your energy, your unending love and friendship. He can’t possibly ask for more. So he doesn’t. But it’s always there on the edge of his glossa, tasting like self-pity and clinginess.

But you can read him with a single look alone. You know what he wants even if he has trouble voicing it. Taking care of others so often, getting to know them intimately in and out, has the perk of becoming very perceptive.

You had come in under the guise of treating him to a handmade lunch, little treats wrapped in a delicate box, but there was a playful look in your optics. Something waiting to be said. You had teased him throughout his lunch hour until you finally revealed why you were really there. Rodimus could cry if he wasn’t so hung up on how you feel pressed against him.

“Is this okay?” You have only just begun to push your spike past the soft folds of his valve, and he desperately wants you to go faster, but Rodimus just nods. Dentea catching on his glossa to hold it still. “You’re so beautiful, Roddy. I love seeing you like this.”

Even the slow pace you set is enough to have Rodimus whining, arching into your thrusts. He wants faster and more, but he doesn’t want you to leave. The quicker you are the sooner you’ll have to go, and he finally has you all to himself. He can be satisfied with just this for a little longer. He can delay gratification for now.

“You’re such a good captain. You’re kind and brave and wonderful. Let me take care of you,” You emphasize your point with soft kisses placed on Rodimus’ cheeks, trailing down his neck cables. Rodimus gasps and grips the edges of his desk until it creaks and strains. “I love you, Rodimus.”

His overload sneaks up on him. Of course, he had felt the mounting charge and the familiar tickling pleasure along his sensornet, but he didn’t think words could get him off so suddenly and so powerfully. He lets your confession replay again and again in his processor, riding out his overload with the warm fuzzy affection building in his spark.

[rawmeknockout]

IDW Prowl shower sex please and thank you :0

As the hot cleansing fluid hits your armor, you feel your knee joints almost buckle under you. A shower was just what you needed. The day was long and you might be in for an even longer night, at least it seems that way, Prowl not even asking before he sneaks into the shower with you. You’re not entirely sure you’re up for a night-long, or even hour-long, romp. Your pedes ache, your shoulders ache, every fiber of your being feels like it’s ready to fall apart.

But before you can whine at him about needing a hot oil massage, Prowl is backing you up into the cold tile of the shower wall. His mouth is all over your neck cables, glossa working away the strain for the day. You hate to admit defeat, hate to admit that letting Prowl bend you over and frag you into next week might actually help, but you’re in no mood for foreplay banter. So when his fingers prod at your interface cover, you retract it without fuss.

The overload will be worth it, but the build up before hand isn’t doing anything for your sore joints, and Prowl isn’t working nearly fast enough with your anterior node for your liking.

“Please, just fuck me, Prowl.” You let your helm loll back to hit the shower wall, but you try to coax him into lifting you off your aching pedes by winding a leg onto his hip. It seems to work like a charm, because Prowl’s servos immediately grab the back of your thighs to lift you into place over his interface array. “I just want to forget about today, so fuck me until I can’t think straight.”

“Oh, I’d be more than happy to, sweetspark.” And if his spike wasn’t already pushing passed your sensitive valve lips, you would smack that self-satisfied look off his face. But you relax against the shower wall, arms loosely strewn around Prowl’s broad shoulders.

When he’s finally pushed all the way to the hilt in your valve, you feel your charge sing and spark along your energon lines. As insufferable as your conjunx could be, and he could be downright impossible, you couldn’t say his spike wasn’t immaculate. Thick with ridges in just the right places to hit every sensitive caliper and node in your valve. You don’t know if you believe that you and Prowl are ‘soulmates’, but his spike was definitely made just for you.

Every thrust from Prowl has you bouncing in his servos, meeting his hips with your downward momentum. You’re more than happy to not do anything but whine and mewl while Prowl fucks your valve like a toy, servos groping and spreading your thighs while he uses the wall to hold you in place. If the shower steam is starting to dissipate you hardly notice, only interested in how Prowl pounds you like you deserve.

You’ve earned some time off.

With your building charge, you sneak a servo down to your node. Electricity sparks up your energon lines as you bounce on Prowl’s spike, the moment clouding your mind. The only thing you can think about is overloading as quickly as possible, crashing into it with a pitchy, high moan of Prowl’s name.

[rawmeknockout]

Hi! Can you write TFP Knock Out getting buffed by his male seeker s/o and he decides to tease the seeker rubbing his wings and ends up turning him on and his s/o begs Knock Out to frag him so hard.

//this is my blog and i get to add my own dirty kinks whenever i want//

“Just so you know, I expect a little something out of this. I won’t keep wasting my free time buffing out your finish just so you can get your aft handed to you by those Autobots,” But you and Knockout both know that’s a lie.

You’re the best at getting into tight spots, finding areas of wear and tear, locating weak spots. It’s what made you so great at modifying bots before the war, and you are proud to say you haven’t lost your edge. Except now the only bot interested in anything having to do with buffing and shining their finish is Knockout. You try not to mind much. You love Knockout, and even if his shiny cherry polish gets boring, you wouldn’t trade getting to feel up his frame for anything.

Knockout sighs in approval as you buff the sides of his torso, turning about on your knees to find angles that you’ve missed. You think you feel a familiar tickle along the tips of your wings, but flick them and brush it off as just a draft. You need to focus to stay in the ‘maintenance’ mood.

“You’re the best, babe. No one handles my paintjob quite like you do,” You would hope not. You’ve spent countless hours on Knockout’s maintenance, because, as much as you hate to admit it, you love him. Every insanely uppity part of him. And if he needs your help buffing his finish as ‘quality time’ you’ll take it. “It’s actually pretty hot.”

You raise a brow plate at Knockout, returning his smarmy grin with a little quirk of your mouth. That tickle on your wing is back, but now when you flick them it’s more insistent. You think it’s an insect, maybe, but brush that thought off. Flying through tons of insects everyday doesn’t even faze you. The tickle turns into the familiar prick of claws along your delicate transformation seams.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” You focus on keeping your voice cool, weeding out any desperate edge to your voice, but those claws play with wires just under your armor that feel so good. Even the slightest brush against the inner edge of your armor is usually enough to have you sighing.

“Let me give you a little attention. My treat to you,” If Knockout could make that sound any more like a king feeding crumbs to a peasant you know he would, but you won’t argue with those talented claws guiding along your wings. You put down the rotary buffer so you can delicately place your hands on his gleaming thighs, steading yourself as he digs the sharp tips of his fingers eagerly into your seams. Your HUD alerts you to your growing charge, insisting through several warnings that you should pop your panels, but you focus your attention back to Knockout standing above you.

His smile, usually cruel, is more playful and flirtatious for you; his optics focused in on the way your expression contorts and your jaw slackens. As he switches between pushing between your transformation seams and drawing his fingers along the edges of your wings, you finally give the override to open your panels. Your spike pressurizes embarrassingly quickly, already leaking transfluid. You don’t even want to think about how eager you are to get your valve on Knockout’s mouth.

“Aw,” If only he wasn’t so damn smug about everything. “Look at you. Did I work you up this much? Poor thing. You need me to take care of you?”

You don’t think your face is quite as miffed as you feel, but then again you’re five seconds from an overload if Knockout keeps toying with your wings like that. Unfortunately, he takes away those talented servos like a fucker, using them instead to lean back against his examination table. He doesn’t stop fucking with you, though, pushing a pede up against your leaking spike to toy with you.

“Ask nicely for me.” You know you shouldn’t feed his ego, shouldn’t even think about entertaining his powerplay fantasies for a minute. He’s got a big enough helm as it is, and it always gets you into all sorts of trouble. You should stand up and go self-service alone in your habsuite to show him... But you don’t think you’re strong enough to withstand the way Knockout is looking down at you; the way he looks at you like he wants cherish you and ruin you at the same time.

“Please, sweetspark,” Your vocalizer almost has to reset, your voice breathy and soft and more desperate than you’ve ever heard. It’s hardly a voice you recognize, “Please, frag me, Knockout. As hard as you want. I need you now.”

It isn’t the sexiest thing you’ve ever come up with, but it’s true and seems to please him enough to haul you up and push you down on the examination table.

“Well, if you insist.”

[schandbringer]

Ahhh I missed it by a few hours, I’m very sorry, but this is my late birthday present for coralus! I wish you the absolute Best and all the good things in the world, dear!! I’m glad we got to become such good friends over the last year! I hope you like this senseless porn ;w;

[plugging-valves]

Whatever you do don't imagine Blitzwing fragging Bumblebee so hard into the berth that Bee is crying because it feels so good even tho it hurts too but it hurts like heaven and he's begging Blitz, telling him it hurts but dear Primus please don't stop.

Don't imagine it because I can't stop thinking about Bees' whimpering and begging and all the cute little noises he makes as he's fragged so hard, and Blitz telling Bee how good he is for taking it and how proud he is, and grunting at the force he's fragging Bee.

Bee's grabbing onto Blitzy so hard he's leaving dents of his own and their thighs are covered in paint transfers and Blitzy is trying so damn hard not to lose control and crush Bee, and yet still frag him as hard as he is and he's leaving giant hand-shapped dents on Bee's sides.

Bee is sobbing as he overloads, finally hitting that sweet relief, his hips spasm as his vocalizer glitches and he's holding onto Blitzy for dear life and before he's finished Blitzy is overloading inside his over sensitive valve, that's just milking his spike for every drop of transfluid.

And when Blitzy finally pulls out and a gush of fluids pours out Bee is hiccuping and just clutching to Blitzy because he doesn't trust his voice or his legs and Blitzy just holds him close murmuring sweet nothings into his audial as he lays them both down and they fall into recharge together.

[pilllessal]

😉