Revel, my secret crush, I've never been much of a Knockout fan, more into Breakdown if we're bring honest. But I read your My Favorite Accident fic and I fear you've won me over and now i like that conceited cherry red bastard. The way you write him is immaculate and whenever it tickles your fancy I'd be glad to have more of him.
…. Secret crush? Y’all I’m probably old enough to be a lot of your moms 🤣
My Favorite Accident Pt 22
Knockout x Reader x Breakdown
• “Would you stop freaking waving that thing around? I’m not eating it!” Venting as he tries to resist the urge to hold you down and force feed you, Breakdown’s plating lifts. Knockout had told him to find you something to eat after kissing him, but now he’s wondering if he’s being punished somehow. ‘It’s human food,’ he growls. Had needed to use a fragging avatar to go into a store and steal this for you. You’re going to appreciate it.
• Trying to pretend he’s not listening to you snarling threats to shove a zucchini up Breakdown’s tailpipe, Knockout shakes his head. Not even surprised when you scream his name. Glancing over, Breakdown’s mass shifted and has you by the back of your shirt as you struggle. And when the bigger mech glances his way, he widens his optics slightly and then grimaces when Breakdown abruptly lets go of you so you smack face down on the berth. Looking away while you swear, he’d thought asking his partner to help care for you might speed up the two of you getting along.
• Calling the big mech everything you can think of as you cup a hand to your face, he turns to look down at you and you’re scrambling to get away. Because he’s still got that damn raw zucchini he’s decided you’re going to eat out of principle. Screaming when he seizes you by an ankle and drags you back to him, he drops to straddle your thighs and you squirm. “I don’t eat raw zucchini, you dumb fuck,” you snarl. “Knockout, call off your himbo!” And the mech pinning you growls, optics narrowed. ‘What did you just call me? What’s it saying?’ Breakdown demands, scowling at Knockout as the mech vents dramatically like you’re both being irrational.
• “Humans prefer cooked food,” Knockout says, voice obnoxiously reasonable. Like he should have known that. Squeezing the zucchini until it crushes in his fist, you swear at the green slime dripping onto your chest and neck. And he’s swearing, too because you’re dirty again and he’s probably going to have to wash you. Again. You’re like a punishment from Primus. Or maybe Unicron. ‘And you’re positive I can’t sling it out an airlock?’ He mutters, growling when you just keep squirming distractingly under him.
• Shaking his head in bemused fondness, you’re both getting along about how he expected. Setting aside his datapad, he walks over aware of the two of you watching him. And Breakdown pushes up, mass shifting to startle you. “Do me a favor and try to find them something already cooked?” He purrs, hand cupping Breakdown’s face. Before he picks you up and you groan dramatically. ‘I thought we were friends? You’re being a really shitty friend,’ you grumble and he just smiles as he carries you to the wash rack. Knows you have no idea what’s coming. What happens to worlds that become involved in their war. As angry as you are, you’ll forgive him after it’s all said and done. You’ll understand that he’s trying to be a good friend. Trying to keep you alive.
TFP x Reader Scenarios #1
(Mechs reaction to human laying still/sleeping on the floor)
These may not be perfectly in character, but they were just fun to write, [no critique wanted, thank you, :)]
[Asks and requests open, sfw only]
Ratchet:
Let’s be real, he probably wouldn’t notice until someone brought it to his attention, he’d assume the loft TV was on and someone was watching it
It’d probably be Miko that calls you out, “Hey docbot! Y/N is passed out on the floor!” She probably thought it was a prank since she isn’t opposed to seeking attention herself, but since you ignored her attempts to wake you this was weirder than she thought
Now HE knows, of course he begrudgingly acknowledges Miko and reluctantly turns around only to find that she was right, a look of shock riddled his face, and his bright optics widened.
”Quick, give her to me and I'll bring her to my laboratory!” Miko can’t drag a thing, so he just comes over himself and picks you up, of course you can feel his massive yet gentle servos scooping you up and then laying you upon a large metal surface, it was cold and shocked you awake, now he was scanning you.
Once you woke up, you rubbed your eyes and shrugged it off as sorry for the scare, I’ve just been so tired I passed out while doing Y/A….
He was VERY relieved, and sighed, now y/n, please do not scare me like that again….
Wheeljack, “Jackie:”
(My beloved, UvU)
This one’s a tough bolt to loosen, and always preoccupied with tinkering on his ship, the jackhammer or out sniffing cons tailpipes, he was WILD. He was always doing something or going somewhere
He didn’t think much of his human counterpart until you proved yourself to be up to speed with his wanderlust and (mostly) friendly antics, as well as dangerous situations. He eventually came to enjoy your company, as you too enjoyed being around the rugged ol’ wrecker and listened to all his war stories and random babblings
Wherever you were, you were likely listening to his stories or watching him tinker with assorted equipment, though you were relaxed you realized you were also tired, he didn’t even notice your couple of yawns and when he turned around to ask for something he noticed you laying still
He didn’t panic, in fact, the wrecker did the exact opposite and picked you up gently in his servos and just held you, being careful not to drop you as you slept, little did you know a small smile graced his scarred lips and he laid you down on the couch within the bases confines.
You were quite nice like this, and after laying you down he put a digit on your head while saying, “sleep well….sunshine.”
He then went back to his tinkering on the JH.
Knockout:
We still dont know what he was doing here…. I suppose this was sometime after he converted to the light side of the battle
You had been finishing up some studying which tired you out even more and you collapsed, until….
”Y/N, I’m ready for my evening buff session,” he demanded called, only to get no response, now he was looking for you, “we aren’t playing a little game now are we? I ‘always’ win, you know.”
There you were, asleep, now who was gonna buff his hot rims?
He swiftly walked over and started nudging at your tired body, which turned to prodding, and then to his servos swiping you up and looking at you closer, “your not extinguished are you?”
This started to wake you up, still groggy and disgruntled.
Now he was shocked. He swiftly took you to his laboratory and laid you down on the table, similar to ratchet did, except he had more dramatic lights involved and sounds of rattling tools.
NOW you were very awake, “Knock out wait! I’m okay!” You reassured the now slightly agitated doctor, you tried to make it up for the scare by tentatively offering a buff AND polish.
He was very enticed by this offer and considered it a deal….
Hey!!!! ᰔᩚᰔᩚᰔᩚ it's me again so quick question could you do a femme bot deception who has this werid fascination for the autonomy like she crazy for it and she had a mini con who also loves it! And her decepticon bf is like wow I love her Also Decepticons that could be her boyfriend (or husband your choice) tarn(because I never se any fics about him) , knockout, Soundwave and shockwave plz if the requests are open thank you! ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡ (maybe NSFW if you want only!) Love ya stay healthy! ᰔᩚᰔᩚෆᰔᩚ
Unfortunately I don't know Tarn as a character very well, I've been working my way through all the shows and some comics (im currently on season 3 of the g1 80's cartoon) but I've yet to come across him. Though when I finally see/read him then I'll make a oneshot just for you and other Tarn lovers
Various decepticons x gn bot reader with minicon
Implied relationship, reader can be read as bigger or smaller than the other mechs
Warnings: Valve and spike for reader, Smut 18+
Knockout
• Being the only medic aboard the decepticon warship could be tiresome at times. Though it does help whenever you and your minicon are around his lab.
• Even if you're not a medic, your extensive knowledge of cybertronian anatomy can be useful. Your minicon would dig in the inner workings that he struggles to reach with his servos.
• You would list off what part is which function as you replace the damaged areas. He would never admit that he's learned a few things from you.
• When he'd catch you muttering the names of the inner workings his fans would automatically kick on. He was glad that you were together. Otherwise he'd fear that he would be torn apart to be examined by you and your minicon.
You had sent your minicon off to refuel and recharge after several joors of fixing up the decepticon army. It was quite fascinating to see wiring and cogs exposed. Of course Knockout had to remind you a few times that they were supposed to be inside the bot and you couldn't remove them to study. He cleaned up the mess in the medbay while you organized the damaged parts you wanted to keep. When he suggested that you share a washrack to help clean the grime from each other's joints, you jumped at the opportunity.
You were the only bot on the whole ship he could trust the not scratch his paint. That and you were an expert at buffing him just the way he liked. A simple wash led to you on your knees between his leg struts. Your skilful mouth lapping along his modestly panel. You'd name which circut you were touching when you dug your digits between his panels. When you pressed the latch to remove his modesty panel, you started listing which parts were the most sensitive.
He loved you dearly, but his processor was buzzing with the urge to buck up into your intake. He had to resist though. The last time he did that, you had him tied down and teased him for hours with your glossa all over his frame. When you finally put his spike in your intake, his panels flared while his fans turned to their highest setting. His digits clawed against your helm as you sucked. When he finally overloaded you smirked and placed your servos against the wall while arching your backstruts. He shuddered when he saw your dripping valve, ready for him to claim.
Soundwave
• As the only other bot on the ship with a minicon, it made sense for you and Soundwave to get close. Though what they didn't know was how close you were behind the doors of your habsuite.
• Due to you and your minicon's obsession with anatomy, he trusted you to help repair his minicons. You also helped with getting information from captured autobots.
• If he was too busy to read their mind, he'd send you and your minicon. And you were all too giddy to slowly tear them apart while keeping them online. Your minicon would destroy their fans and other inner workings, enough to make it as painful as possible without the risk of them deactivating.
• He's never had much urge to try and read you and your minicon's mind. The few times he did both processors were filled with images of them seeing the insides of autobots. He knew you were loyal to the decepticon cause as the autobots would offline you because of your interests alone.
It was a very rare off day for Soundwave. Usually he stepped away just to recharge and refuel before getting right back to work. Even his minicons rejoiced that he was finally taking the time to relax his struts. You had just finished your shift so you were laying across his berth as both your minicons caused chaos amongst the ship. Even when he wasn't scheduled to work, he still sat at his desk and viewed the video feed across the ship to make sure everything was running smoothly.
You could see how his shoulder pads were tense and decided to force his frame to relax. Slipping behind him, you knew he could sense you but not your intentions as he kept dutifully working. Your digits slipped between the plating of his armor along his shoulder pauldrons, coaxing his tense wires to relax. You knew you were successful when his rigid posture went lax under your servos. It had been too long since you've had any alone time with him. With your em field buzzing with arousal, he decided to indulge himself before the minicons came back.
Soon enough your back was to his berth, his boxy frame between your legs. After vorns entwined in each other's frames, he's learned all of your weak spots. His face guard was retracted so his now free glossa could run along your neck cables. Both of your modesty panels were gone, his large spike rubbing against your valve. He could spend joors just teasing your wet valve. Unfortunately you were an impatient bot and hooked your pedes around his waist to urge him on. With threats to mess with his wiring so he could only walk backwards, he finally sunk his spike into the tight wet heat of your valve.
Shockwave
• You worked as Shockwaves personal assistant as he worked in his lab. Your two servos were much more suited for dissecting offline mechs.
• While you weren't as smart as him in general science, your vast knowledge in cybertronian anatomy was useful. It also helped your minicon was able to get into the hard to reach spots.
• Shockwave had no need for frivolous emotions, they were illogical. Though he couldn't help but quietly admit to himself your precense was calming and made his work output twenty percent faster.
• When you noticed he got too engrossed in his work, neglecting to refuel or rest, you'd use those deft servos to rub along his cabling between his plating. You'd send your minicon out to refuel themself before fetching Shockwave his energon.
Your servos were currently rubbing inbetween the plating of his pauldrons as he sat at his desk. You knew your minicon would spend their time refueling chatting with other bots. So you had a bit of time to fully de-stress Shockwave before they returned. You couldn't help the smirk when he let out a low grunt when you rubbed over some tense cabling closer to his neck guard. Leaning forward, your ex-vents brushing against his audial fin made them twitch.
You couldn't help but tease about how tense he felt. That he'd benefit from something to fully de-stress. Luckily he's been around you long enough to know that your words were code for 'let's frag'. Before, he felt no need to fall to his base desires. After meeting you though, you proved how beneficial it can be. His servo hooked around your waist to drag you around him so you'd be sitting on his desk. He lacked a proper face to be able to kiss you, but you made up for it by dragging your glossa along his audial fins.
Both of your vents kicked on as he rested his canon arm across your lower spinal strut while his servo ran along your outer thigh. Your legs wrapped around his body, your pedes locking together to pull him closer. When his servo drifted along your modesty panel it automatically opened to reveal your spike and valve. Your frame shuddered as he held a firm grip on your spike and slowly started pumping it. When he stood up and revealed his own spike, you immediately spread your legs. The modifications and bumps on it would make a very pleasurable experience.
A definitely not exhaustive list of movies I think Knock Out would enjoy watching alone or with his darlings (you and Breakdown of course) either at a drive in, or on the nemesis.
Christine it’s obvious. It’s perfect. Everyone has mentioned it but it’s still top of the list (for good reason)
Buffalo 66 I just know he’d love it
Rocky horror
Repo! Genetic Opera so bad but camp and fun
Scream he’d love most slashers but I feel like him and Breakdown are so stu and billy coded lol
The Scary Movie Series again, just know he’d love it. Obviously make sure he sees all the original movies first though
Clockwork Orange
Drive
The house that jack built he’s so full of himself that jack would become to him what Patrick Bateman is to normie white guys probably. Eugh
Silence of the lambs like above he’s going to be so insufferable after
Dawn of the dead/28 days later/train to Busan/zombieland he admits himself to watching zombie movies and I feel like these would be the best ones but now you’re his, you’ll have plenty of time to get through them all. Yay:)
American Mary
Gone in 60 seconds
Boxing Helena just hope it doesn’t give him any ideas if you’re attached to having limbs i guess
The collector again, I’ve mentioned he would like slashers in general but it’s going on the list specifically
Fast and furious he’d say he hates all the soft family shit and just enjoys the cars but he’ll be lying
Thelma and Louise he cries at the end. It’s probably for the car.
Heathers
Need for speed
Alien
No country for old men
Death becomes her
Jawbreaker
Kill Bill and Pulp fiction I wish I could say he’d have more taste than loving Tarantino but he wouldn’t. Certified Tarantino fanboy
Excision
I see Knock Out enjoying a lot of different movies. I’ve just always seen him as a bit of a film addict. It goes without saying he’d like gore/horror spanning over a range of quality. I’ve already mentioned I see him as a gyro/gore princess (mwah). I think he’d especially love slasher and kidnapping elements, it just feeds something inside of him. Assuming you’ve found your way into his possession non to deliberately he’s also insufferable and smug. “Oh look. It’s you” while he’s smirking, watching the final girl. Obvious, but he’d appreciate a good car movie once he can get over the fact the human drivers are always hogging the spotlight and taking the credit. Campy films are also a must. Would not admit it but loves a cheesy 80s flick especially.
I also think he’d be someone to complain and make fun of the movie all the way through (constantly being told by you or Breakdown to shut up) and then after it’s done, but he’s still loving it. If he’s quiet though, you know he’s entranced. That or it’s filling his head with terrible ideas you should definitely be worried about. On that note, he definitely sees movies as his window into human culture and takes great inspiration from them. Incorporating lines he thought were cool into his speech, getting ideas about things to do with/to you, and he will start taking on the behaviours of the characters he likes for a while after watching (he’s just like me fr)
Not movies but he absolutely watches true crime/interrogation videos while working. His guilty pleasure is top gear too. I feel he also loves finding really fucked up snuff/gore footage and photos online. What? It’s just “research”. Likes to show you to see your reaction. Tells himself it’s just to torment you but it does something to him to force you to watch. You’re reluctantly watching the screen while he’s transfixed, watching you.
As soon as it’s over you can bet he’s immediately going to go wash and if you want him to consider ever touching you again, you will too.
Otherwise, it depends on how much you’ve got him wrapped around your finger yet. Early on you can bet he’s stoking his own ego while also shooing you away like a stray dog.
“Yes, yes. I know I just blew your mind and ruined you for anyone else, but if you don’t mind, I have work to do. Don’t give me that face I know you’ll be crawling back soon enough. If I’m bored, I might just humor you again, pet.”
If you have managed to wriggle under his plating after enough time, you’ll get to experience his version of doting I’m sure. Hidden under the gloating will be a softness and want to have you near.
“I knew you’d be perfect for me when I first saw you. I especially loved the noises you made for me, pet, the kind only an expert such as myself can draw. Come, I’ll even let you buff up all the grubby finger marks you left.”
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His: he’d obviously say ‘everything’ but if pushed to choose he loves the curves of his waist and hips. He knows how to move that thang and boy does he know it. Of course he can’t forget the buffed paint job he spends hours perfecting.
Yours: this sounds weird but he would love your inner mechanisms. Holding you around your waist just to feel your rib cage expanding and contracting with every breath or your heart fluttering from within. Holding a servo to your wrist while he bends and moves your delicate hand just to feel those tiny thin bones twist and move under layers of skin and fat. Tracing the lines of your veins. So alien and fragile to him.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
When using his spike, he won’t release as much as other mechs. His valve is what he makes the most mess with, even when not using it.
You will be painted with thick steaks of that glowing blue fluid as he pulls out, wondering why there wasn’t more, before looking down and seeing the puddle leaking from his valve under him. Don’t point it out. He will sulk.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Hypothetically, he’d love to just open you up. To touch and feel your insides working and moving like the internals an alien machine. To hold your heart and watch your lungs inflate then deflate with every viral breath. To be the only one to lay eyes on this sacred part of you. There’s something so fascinating about it to him and the thought of it has definitely haunted his dreams and fuelled some lonely nights fisting his spike.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
This bot fucks. He has fucked. He is fucking. he’ll fuck again. Need I say more?
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Loves holding you as you lean back, eyes rolled, riding him. Or at the edge of his desk, legs wrapped around that slutty waist of his.
Anything where he feels in control while not having to put in the effort because that’s your job :)
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
I could see someone goofing around would make him sulk. He’s supposed to be blowing your mind and ruining you for anyone else and his ego would feel bruised if you’re not reduced to a whimpering mess.
On his end, you can bet he’s going to be purring the most filthy shit to you and laughing at your cute attempts to respond.
H = Height (do they prefer to play with you mass shifted or at their natural size)
Both for their owns boons. Enjoys the intimacy and additional dexterity of playing with you while closer to your own height but loves occasionally making you grind yourself against his spike at full size. It’s a reminder of you of how small and alien you are compared to anyone else he’s experienced.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Without time and trust, expect him to be clinical and detached. It would be easy to mistake his taunting and degradation as genuine disgust and mocking. With time, however, you’d start to recognise the fascination and awe in his face as you take him so well. He’d begin littering you with just as much praise as mocking. Underneath it all, he would be loyal and obsessive. Needs to make sure to remind you regularly about how much you need him, how good he makes you feel, how you were made to please him, and him only.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Knockout always feels ashamed to masturbate. Not because of any other reason than he feels he shouldn’t have to. Why isn’t someone doing this for him? I mean look at him. He’d always do it in the shower. Less mess and it’s usually followed by some self care (buffing his paint and watching a movie/car videos)
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
- It goes without saying, he has a medical kink. You’re alien to him and there’s just something so fascinating about exploring you inside and out and pushing your limits. You don’t want to know how many ‘medical journals’ he’s published with his findings.
- Stuffing. Pushing your holes to their limits with a smug, fascinated smirk. If you have a Vagina, he’d have a fascination with posterior fornix play/training. Depraved thoughts about how much he could stretch you out without tearing you.
- Public play. He’d love having you in his alt and ruining you while speeding down the road or even at drive in movies. His windows are tinted enough nobody can see you riding his shift stick but he loves how shy and humiliated it makes you. Would absolutely threaten to roll down the windows if you aren’t being good.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
A) his medbay. So many toys and tools at his disposal and that’s where all his best research takes place. It’s boring but eh, it’s his safe place and where he’s the boss.
B) at his street races. You’re either bound in the drivers seat, toys stuffed in every orifice or, as mentioned, around his shift stick. Loves to make you go play driver and greet the other racers after he’s won so you better hope you’ve finished by the time his door is swinging open.
“Nicely done. Now get your jacket on and show these guys the face of a real winner.”
Loves watching your flushed and tear stained face as you awkwardly shake hands and take compliments from the other racers and trying to (badly) answer their questions about your driving techniques and car mods.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
- Compliments and neediness. Loves someone with good taste, of course.
- When you’re dolled up. That can be a risky outfit exposing your soft skin as much as tight leather racing gear
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Don’t degrade him. His ego is delicate. Treat him like the king he is.
Also won’t ever put you in real danger. Takes pride is keeping you satisfied and safe because nobody else could, of course.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Likes both. There’s something so delightful in watching you gag and drool around him, jaw painfully stretched to fit him. Will purr encouragements and mock you the whole time from how much prettier you are with your mouth doing something useful for a change to how your dribbling saliva is disgusting and messy. Don’t worry, his spike is throbbing at the sight of it leaking around him.
Teasing and cruel when giving. Knows exactly how to keep bringing you to the edge without giving you release as you feel him chuckling against you.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
It always starts painfully slow. Watching your every expression as he slowly stretches you out then leaves you empty again. Likes to watch you fluttering and clenching around the empty space he’s left inside of you. By the end, you can expect him to laze back and tell you if you want to cum, then you have the stage. Lets you ride against him as hard and fast as you want until you’ve both cum.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Likes to take his time. It’s a game to him to tease you and bring you to your limit.
If you want a quicky, expect to deal with rolling eyes. You’ll be doing the work.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Will absolutely experiment on you in every literal sense of the word. With enough time spent together, there’s little you won’t have tried. His favourite research is finding what does and doesn’t make you tick. The rule to this though is that he needs to feel in charge of it. Even your ideas must somehow have been his. Again, as said above, if he’s doing something, the risk has been calculated. Even if his idea of safe percentages is different to yours, he’s adamant about whatever he does that he did the research, and with his skills and knowledge you were completely safe.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Certified edging king. Knows every trick and tactic to delay both of your releases long enough to leave you exhausted and Bambi legged after hours of play.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Yes. He owns as many ‘mundane’ toys to niche kink items items no same person would consider to be sex aids and he will use them all on you.
Hismiths, Sybians, dildos, eggs, clamps, gags, spreaders. You name it knockout is giving you a look before pulling it out without even needing to look. Similarly, you can expect him to lay out things like speculums, syringes filled with who knows what (don’t worry you’re about to find out), an exam table complete with stirrups, and scalpels like they obviously belong in the collection.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Mean. Rude. Evil. He’ll do it all with a smile too.
Loves watching you struggle to stand on shaky legs after. That’s ok. He’ll carry you to the shower.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
You can’t tell me this boy doesn’t purr and whimper. You know you’ve won when his smug comments and teasing falls to those.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Once while pounding into you asked you what your favourite thing about him is. Expected you to say his spike or his glossa or his purring voice but you smiled up at him and without hesitation answered “everything. You’re my favourite person.” He rolled his eyes at you but after, he cried about it in the shower, spark throbbing.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes modesty plates)
I like to imagine his spike is average size for a cybertronian. What sets it apart is that it’s pretty just like him. More biolights than average adorning the length and a dainty curl to it.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He is always ready and eager. Initially, he couldn’t ever see himself getting tied down with one person. Always thought that being able to find endless people who wanted him would bring him worth and confidence but discovered that finding someone who will always come back and choose him again and again is what made him feel valued instead.
Having a partner doesn’t diminish his drive through. Now that’s all on you. Good luck.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
As mentioned, will shower and preen after. After fragging he usually has a burst of motivation and energy. Will probably potter in his medbay continuing whatever he was working on or will want to drive fast and feel himself.
Heyyy this is my third time trying to request 😭 the other two probably have been eaten by your inbox. Anyway, do you think you can do part 21 (i think?) for my favorite accident? The slow burn is killing meee
Thank you have a nice day/night! Love your blogs! 💜
Sure!
My Favorite Accident Pt 21
Knockout x Reader x Breakdown
• Jogging across the massive expanse of the habsuite, you clutch your towel to yourself and head straight for the door. Neck craning as you look up, you expect to hear clanging at any second from the wash stall. Shuddering, you stare up at the big door, heart sinking when you realize there isn’t a handle. Or even hinges. And if it’s motion activated, you’re too small for it to register. Awkwardly darting around, jumping up and down and losing your towel, then flailing your arms wildly, you huff out a breath as your attempts to get whatever mechanism the door operates on to recognize you and open fails. Flustered, you grab your towel to wrap back around yourself. Freedom is just on the other side and you’re not about to be outsmarted by a damn door.
• “You’ve never cared about organics before,” Breakdown says and Knockout vents in exasperation. Doesn’t really want to argue about you. Silent as Breakdown runs the soapy cloth over his chassis, the bigger mech frowns slightly. Insecure about you? ‘I still don’t,’ he mutters finally, though that isn’t quite true. At some point he’d started thinking of you as a friend. Had decided that you needed him after seeing the mess that’s your life. It isn’t love, though. Or even infatuation.
• Rumbling doubtfully, Breakdown runs the washcloth up over Knockout’s neck and jaw. Washing away the stink of human. Knows it’s absurd to be jealous of what’s most likely just a new, temporary distraction to the medic. How long could you possibly keep Knockout’s attention before he gets bored of you? Which means just putting up with this new fascination for a little while. Just until Knockout finds something shinier to fuss over. Doesn’t quite believe that whatever this is, it’s only a matter of pride. Though, if you had beaten Knockout in a race, repeatedly, maybe. “You’re too adorable when you’re jealous,” Knockout teases and he almost smiles at the medic.
• Glaring up at the door, it’s apparent that it’s not opening for you. That you don’t register at all to it. They’re metal, so maybe it’s looking for metal. Pacing, you drop to a knee and lean down. Because there’s a gap at the bottom of the door where it’s not flush with the floor. Eyeing that gap, you look back at where the door slides into the wall. You might be able to squirm under the door, but if it activates, you could get dragged into the wall. And pulped. Glancing back at the wash stall, you still don’t hear them going at it so you have no idea how long they’ll be in there. Dropping to your belly, you lay stretched out beside the door as your heart races. Trying to psyche yourself up.
• “I’m not jealous. Just worried about you,” Breakdown grumbles and Knockout reaches up to pull the other mech down. Resting his head against Breakdown’s. “Things have been stressful lately.” And that’s an understatement. Megatron is wholly fixated on his own human and ignoring the war, half their vehicons are just missing, and the rest of Decepticon high command seem obsessed with their own humans. Which might be what’s worrying Breakdown, why he sees you as a threat. ‘I’m not fragging a human. There’s nothing to worry about,’ he insists.
Sorry to bother you but I absolutely love My Favorite Accident! I’m curious if you plan to update it again? No rush obviously!
No bother at all 💕 All of my storylines are ongoing, but I’m just easily distracted by shiny things and go off on story tangents. Soundwave crybaby enamel pins arrived and have been added to the shop
My Favorite Accident Pt 20
Knockout x reader x Breakdown
• It can always get worse, you decide as Breakdown joins you and Knockout in the stall. Sullen, naked, and soaked again, you try to wash the soap out of your hair and ignore the two mechs rumbling at each other. And you startle when Breakdown smacks a hand against the wall beside Knockout, leaning in even though you’re still pinned to the red mech’s chassis. “You better put me outside the damn shower if you two are about to bump uglies again,” you snap, legitimately worried about getting accidentally squished between them.
• “Bumping uglies?” Breakdown growls in offense and Knockout chuckles. ‘Oh, they’re just full of lovely, alien colloquialisms,’ Knockout says as you roll your alien eyes to make Breakdown’s plating lift slightly in disgust. And he shudders, looking away from you. What was he even worried about? Because there’s no way Knockout would even consider fragging anything as weirdly squishy as you are. “I’ll bet,” he mutters absently.
• “You should hear some of their profanity. Humans really do relish getting creative with their insults,” Knockout adds as you give an aggrieved little huffs, fingers scrubbing at your hair to try and make sure all the soap is out if he had to guess. ‘I’m not loving group shower time,’ you mutter to make him smile, hears Breakdown clear his vents before he’s reaching for a wash cloth. And squirting soap into it before running it down Knockout’s arm. ‘Please, just squish me now. I don’t want to be here.’
• Miserably hearing them growling and revving their engines at each other, you squirm in Knockout’s grip. You’d thought the mech couldn’t possibly make your life any more frustrating than he already had, but no. He’s speed running how to make you uncomfortable. Resisting the urge to smack him, you try to ignore them crooning alien gibberish to each other. With you in between them like the ultimate third wheel. It doesn’t help that you’re still naked. It’s a little off-putting that neither of them even cares that you’re still naked. Maybe you’re like one of those hairless cats to them.
• Ignoring the squishy groaning dramatically, Breakdown’s shoulder bumps against the shower wall as he leans closer to Knockout. Venting and head lowering. “Oh, come on! What part of I don’t want to be anywhere near you two banging don’t you understand?” And Knockout sighs, bending and gently setting you on your feet. Optics narrowing as you run for it, Breakdown slides a hand against Knockout’s side. ‘Not worried about them getting loose?’ He asks and Knockout smiles lazily. “Don’t tell me you’re worried about them.”
