Hey, it’s me, HomesickStreetlamp, with the dirty nasty sideblog. I hope this isn’t too confusing I did this on a whim (I do everything on a whim) but hey hello nice to have ya here!
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If you don’t know who I am, I primarily write Jazz/Prowl fics!
The Fics: (ao3)
Cool City, Cool City: 2 Cool, Cool City Bonus Features
Pursuit I & Pursuit II
Cuss Words
Camshaft (this is where the blog title originated…)
Cranberry-Vanilla (check out “Drain You” by @/theroyalcattenqueen as well, this was part of a fic trade ;) )
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Yet another jazzprowl fic but they're both famous racers and they have mad beef with each other that they need to settle on the track... or... in bed... wink wink wink...”
Hiiiiiii :3 once again starting a new project before finishing any of my other ones who’s surprised!! No smut yet but there will be stay tuned RAHH
NSFW Writing Commission done for @catxbandeetos ‼️ :D
~1.8k words, Knock Out x Batstrix (their super cutieful OC), no warnings. Thank you so so much for commissioning, this was a lot of fun!!! <3
“Knocking The Bat Out Of The Sky”
Off-shifts on The Nemesis were rarely truly quiet. Even when activity was at an all time low, there were still boltbrains stupid enough to get things stuck in unique places or manage to lose entire limbs playing card games. Leave it to a vehicon to totally ruin your night just because they think it's funny or whatever to steal Starscream's high grade.
That was why, when the medbay was well and empty, Knock Out treasured the quiet moments alone.
…Alone wasn't the right word. Knock Out hadn't been alone for quite some time now. The odd, fuzzy, strangely cute bat clinging to his whole torso was proof enough of that. Batstrix had been a whirlwind of an addition to the Decepticon ranks, but ultimately became a hallmark of sorts. He was sort of like a vehicon if they were actually competent and pleasant to be around? And super helpful. To be completely honest, he was so helpful, Knock Out was at first sure that the mech was trying to get favors out of him. That was just how normal Decepticons were! They were sneaky, coniving little bastards, himself included! A little manipulation was just standard for survival (and for acquiring high-quality polishes).
Batstrix wasn't like that. At all. It had taken a lot of convincing himself to see that the mech's cheery, selfless nature was genuine. It was a marvel that he wasn't an Autobot, for all his good virtues. It was probably going to get him killed, and Knock Out might have been indifferent about it years ago, but now he was… happy. He was very happy with how their relationship grown.
There was just one step they hadn't taken yet, and tonight, his engine was running hot.
They were no strangers to kissing. It was a bit odd, at first, considering the differences in mouths, but Knock Out had been with many an odd mech. Oddity tended to be hotter, in any case, so Batstrix being so different never bothered him.
Knock Out kissed Batstrix slowly, gradually pushing their mouths closer, deeper, to taste and feel the other's tongue. He was met with absolute reciprocation, of course. Good. Better than good; now he just had to ramp things up a bit. Fliers tended to have sensitive wings, so maybe if he—
"What are you doing?" Batstrix squirmed with a laugh, somehow both avoiding and inviting Knock Out's advances on the delicate webbing of his wings. "That tickles!"
Right. Ugh, how could he have forgotten Batstrix's oblivious nature. The mech could be the most eager, adoring partner, but he was absolutely clueless to new information. New tactic: bluntness. Honestly, he should have started with that. He removed his hands from those wings, though he was curious to explore them another time.
"Batti," Knock Out began, sweetly murmuring against the side of his cheek, "would you like to interface with me?"
"Sure!" Batstrix chirped. "Um… what is that, exactly?"
Knock Out sat up, effectively dumping Batstrix onto the berth in his shock. "You've… never interfaced before?"
"Well I dunno, what is it?"
"It's—" Knock Out frowned, trying to conjure up a good explanation. Interface was just interface to him; a way of life, a naturally occuring necessity. "It's something lovers do. It's very intimate and it's quite a lot of fun. I could show you, if you'd like that."
Batstrix eagerly nodded, ears fully attentive and twitching in that cute way they did when he was excited. Knock Out bit his lip, trying to remain casual despite the rush in his fuel lines. He crowded overtop of the beastformer, swinging a leg over his hips to straddle without pressing down quite yet. He kissed him again, soundly, letting his engine purr with obvious arousal.
They had made out in the past too, of course, but never much with the intention of going further. To make the distinction, Knock Out mapped Batstrix's frame with his hands, taking the most time on spots that seemed to feel the best. One hand delved down, brushing over soft abdomen until it reached the junction of his hips. As he did so, he gently allowed his own hips to make contact, allowing his lover to feel the heat accruing behind his panels.
"Oh!" Batstrix gasped, having an epiphany of sorts when Knock Out began grinding their panels together. "Oh, okay! I get it now!" He wiggled with barely contained glee, proud of himself for figuring it out. "Can we? Interface, I mean?"
Knock Out was going to die. Who gave him the right to be so endearing? "Of course~" he hummed, continuing to explore with his hands. "We'll go nice and slow. You can touch me however you'd like, and then…" he trailed off suggestively, aiming for his most seductive approach.
"And then what?" Batstrix prompted, eyes shining in the low light.
"And then," Knock Out slid a hand down his own torso, lingering over pieces of grille and over his pelvic plating, "I'll take you for a ride, fruit bat."
Batstrix chewed his lip, visibly swallowing before stuttering out: "Can you do that now?"
With a sultry chuckle and a shake of his head, Knock Out retracted his valve panel and leaned back on one wrist, his other hand going down to stroke along the outside of his valve. He might as well give Batstrix a good, hot look at the treasure he was being given. Judging by the starstruck optics and bit of drool at the corner of the mech's mouth, plus the sudden springing of his spike from its housing, he'd say he'd done a wonderful job on his presentation.
"Oh, is that for me?" Knock Out teased, smirking as he reached forwards to graze a clawtip up the underside of Batstrix's spike. He was pleasantly surprised at the size— not that he assumed it would be tiny— and couldn't help the fact that his cooling fans ramped up a notch at the sight, as well as the thought of what that girth could do to him.
Batstrix squeaked at the contact, by the Unmaker, and hid his face in his hands. That just couldn't do! Knock Out wrapped his hand comfortably around that beautiful spike and leaned his face in close to his lover's, unable to erase the giddy smile forming on his faceplates.
"Let me see you, Batti dear. No need to be shy, now."
"I'm not shy!" Batstrix insisted, though still hesitated to reveal his face again. "That feels, uh, really, really good."
Knock Out squeezed Batstrix's spike gently, pulling from the base up to the pretty purple tip. He watched with absolute pride as his lover's face relaxed in pleasure, and was sure to commit the resulting hitched moan to his memory banks.
"I haven't even started, darling," Knock Out said, figuring he really ought to get to starting at the rate he was revving himself up. He could have sworn he had the ability to be patient— maybe now it was that he, for once, felt just as eager as his lover always was to please.
"Please," Batstrix whined, hips twitching up into the sports car's touch. He really was too sweet for his own good.
Knock Out lined Batstrix's spike up to his entrace, anticipation making him almost too giddy to have him. He sank down slowly, watching his lover's face contort in amaze and ecstacy. The pressure was delectable; just the right amount of stretch to fill him up. By the time he was fully seated over Batstrix's hips, the mech was practically puffing steam.
"Oh, Batti…" Knock Out gasped, shifting his knees to get comfortable. He braced his hands against Batstrix's chest. "How's that?"
"Perfect," Batstrix blurted, grasping Knock Out's wrists. "You're so beautiful, you're so amazing, I love you so much—"
Knock Out chuckled deep in his vocalizer. He leant down to kiss his lover sweetly, savoring their blissful moment. He wished he could just keep Batstrix inside him forever— no war, no worries, just the two of them in their own little world. He let himself forget about everything else, instead allowing their connected frames be the only thing that ever mattered.
"I love you too, fruit bat," Knock Out hummed as he drew back from their kiss. "Now, are you ready for me to rock your world?"
Batstrix nodded eagerly, squeezing Knock Out's arms before sliding them down to grasp his hands. Oh, he was literally bracing himself… cutie.
Knock Out started slow, of course; he raised his hips carefully, moaning softly at the delectable sensation of Batstrix's spike easing partway out of his valve. When he sank back down, he kept his core tight. Gradually, he built up to what he considered his 'magic': bouncing on it at a moderate pace, broken up with some artful swirls of his hips to really hit every internal node. Batstrix was eating it all up like crazy, calling his name and clinging to his hands like a lifeline. Coolant beaded up on their plating, and the cool air was becoming dense with steam from the exertion of their coupling. Were anyone to barge in, they would surely be assaulted with damp heat and ozone.
"F-faster?" Batstrix asked tentatively, cutely. Who could say no to that face?
Knock Out disentangled their hands so he could plant them on either side of Batstrix's helm. "Go on," he purred, lifting his hips up just enough to give the mech room to move. "Take what you want."
Batstrix had to take a moment to remember how to move his frame at all, but when he finally planted his feet and tested out the motions, the little bastard managed to strike Knock Out's ceiling node perfectly. The race car cried out, nearly scaring his lover before he murmured sweet praises and encouragement to Primus, please keep doing that.
Every sharp thrust into his valve had Knock Out seeing stars, and he loved every nanoklik of it. He felt Batstrix cling tightly to his upper torso, felt his panting exvents against his neck, felt every watt of charge ramp up and up in his systems, building towards that final climax. While the pace was nearly frantic in its execution, he would not have had it any other way.
Knock Out overloaded hard, his vision briefly whiting out and his legs spasming. Batstrix seemed to have been startled by his own overload, jerking awkwardly as he spilled transfluid deep inside Knock Out's valve. More than spent, the two sank into each other in a collapsed heap of overheating metal. The abrupt end of vocalized ecstacy felt weird, in the small habsuite, but Knock Out found a deep comfort in resting his helm on Batstrix's chest, hearing firsthand the mech's spark and cooling systems wind down from their exertion.
"Thank you," Batstrix whispered, not too long after they parted just enough to close their panels again. "I love you."
Knock Out couldn't stand being so filthy, but he pulled his lover in closer anyway, breathing him in and sighing in contentment. Years ago, he would not have imagined being so close to Batstrix. Now?
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Heeeyyyyyyy :) idk what came over me I wrote ts in like an hour and a half and now I'm back to total dry spell but at least I got that Cool City 2 drop before Howdy's legally allowed to bludgeon me to death <3
HEY uhhh ummm okay SO-- it’s not the new chapter I promised. But it IS a revamped Chapter 3 I hope it does something to spare me. I’m still gonna work on 4 but I cannot catch a damn break so
