Hello there! I would like you to make a NSFW one shot of polyamory Breakdown x Knock Out x shy Decepticon Reader. The situation would be about the reader getting all hot and flustered by Breakdown eating their valve and Knock Out touching their spike. Probably some praise kink ofc to make the reader more flustered JAJAJAJA. That’s it, take your time and add something else spicy if you like juju💋
Hello! I got it, I will admit this is my first time writing something like this for smutt. Thought I'd try my hand at something different today. This one is so short simply because i think the prompt is already so good and fulfilling. Enjoy :)
Pairings: Knockout x Reader x Breakdown
Warnings: NSFW, no (Y/N)
You don’t really know how you got in this situation, Breakdown between your legs and Knockout with a servo wrapped around your spike. All you knew was that you couldn't think straight, and you weren’t going to last long. Your optics opened for split seconds, just to see the grin on Knockout’s face plating and then the sight of Breakdown past your spike. It sent a shiver through your binary system. A little shake came from you, catching the optics of Knockout.
“I don’t think our friend will last any longer like this, Breakdown.”
Knockout's servo pumped your spike faster after he finished his sentence. Your moans rising in pitch each time his servo reached the base of your spike. You couldn’t keep your optics open, but when you could keep them open the light over head was blinding. It felt like you were going to see Primus himself from your pleasure. He would not be pleased with you, falling into the hands of the Decepitcons and then allowing them to split you evenly. Their servos roaming your frame, and allowing them to your most sensitive points, you’d be scolded.
The sound of Knockout calling your name brought you back. Your optics moving from the blinding bulb to his helm, you couldn’t make out the edges and harsh lines you normally can, the only thing you saw was the red circles of his optics. He said something, you were about to answer when you felt two digits push past your valve entrance. A high pitched moan was let out, your optics closing. Your instinct to move your servos down to grab Breakdowns helm was short lived. The sound of the chains that tied your servos above your helm clanked.
“Ah, ah, ah, seems like someone forgot the rules! Good thing we had these on already, would be a shame we had to stop, right breakdown.”
Knockout mocked you, his free servo came up to tug on your chains. You had completely forgotten about them, he was right. It seems like all those times he remembers your need and obsession to touch whoever was down there.
Knockouts mocking seemed to entertain Breakdown, causing the larger mech to chuckle, sending the vibrations straight into your valve. The string of moans you let out was pornographic, the vibrations were perfect, so perfect that you didn’t learn your lesson from the first time, you went to wrap your legs around him, but the chains stopped you once again. These ones allow you to have some movement though, but not enough for what you were looking for.
Breakdown pulled away from your valve, optics looking at your chained up leg for sharply moving towards. He retracted everything from you, leaning back in his positions to just admire the way you unraveled under Knockout's grip. His own servos started trailing down to fist his own spike, optics flickering between your contorted face and your sticky spike.
Knockout stayed next to you, giving your spike less and less attention. He stopped the little things he did, all until his touch was ghostly. Servo still wrapped around but hovering over it, you whined. You could feel the energon in your frame cooling down, the one thing you didn’t want. You’d been so close for a majority of the night, the only thing stopping you was the death glares you’d get from both the mechs. You’d do anything to feel like a sweet high, anything. Maybe that's why they didn’t let you finish, you hadn’t expressed your need too. That's when you felt it, the feeling of Knockout's servo retreat from your spike, his presence next to you gone within seconds. You whined, letting out any high pitched noises you could. You attempted to move your servos down to relieve yourself, since they weren’t going too, but those same chains from before were still there. You bucked your hips up, you pushed your thighs together, you wiggled like a worm, you did every and anything but talk to them. Your optics looked past your spike, the mechs stood there watching you, Breakdown staring at you while pumping his own spike and knockout stood with a smirk, watching you squirm. You opened your mouth, attempting to speak to them, but all that came out was a breathy moan.
“Come on, use your words now.”
Breakdown's voice was deep, your optics stayed on him. Traveling down to watch him, simply wishing that was you, that was your spike with his or knockouts servo wrapped around it. You took a chance to speak again, half lidded optics flickering between the two.
“Please,”
You paused, looking back up towards the ceiling in embarrassment.
“Please,”
You couldn't get past your first ‘please’, your processor not allowing you to beg any further than that singular word.
“Come one, Sweetspark. You’re a big Con now.”
Knockout was once again mocking you, the embarrassment filling seeping into you.
“Stop mocking them now, I think they might like it.”
Breakdown seemed to know you too well, you may have been embarrassed, but it was simply enhancing your experience, while also stopping you from getting what you want.
“Please, I wanna finish.”
“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that! Can you repeat it again?”
Your optics flickered towards Knockout, he was pushing it, pushing it quite a bit. You will repeat it, after you think about it for far too long.
“Please, Come fuck me. Please,, please,”
Your pleas trailed off into a quiet whisper. A whisper you knew they wouldn’t like, but you were just trying to ground yourself and focus on not losing your build up.
“I suppose we can finish you off. After all, we can't say no to you.”
They both came back over to you, Breakdown back between your legs and knockout’s servos wrapped tightly around your spike, and primus you could have come right then and there. Breakdowns glossa and digits playing with your valve, while Knockout keeps a steady and tight grip on your spike. You were back to sounding like a porn star, high pitched strings of moans coming from your mouth. They were building that high right back up.
You were ready to boil over, the edge of it right there, just in reach. Knockout could hear the desperation in your moans. He tumbed the tip of your spike, putting the right amount of pressure.
“Please, Please, Let me come. Please, please, please”
You don’t really know how you were able to get all that out, but you did. Your mouth moves faster than your processor, but Knockout was cruel.
“Go on, Let go.”
You did, letting your orgasm rip through you like nothing before. Your frame started to shake from the overstimulation of Breakdown still eating you out, and Knockout still pumping you. His servo going down and coming up with a tighter and tighter grip, he was truly milking you dry. Breakdown pulled his glossa from you, leaving his digits still in your valve. Both the mechs movements came to a slow and then to a stop. You let out your last few moans before relaxing, letting the chains hold the weight of your arms. Knockout let go of your spike, scooping up some of your fluids on his digits before bringing it to your mouth. He made an ‘ah’ noise towards you, you opened your mouth and he put his covered digits in your mouth and down on your glossa. You licked his digits clean, but he still didn’t take them out. Breakdown took his digits out of your valve, causing you to moan around Knockout's digits. He just smirked down at you.
“Well done.”
Breakdown snapped you out of your trance with Knockout’s digits, you pulled back to say something but was cut off.
“You should rest, there will be no round two,”
Knockout paused, red optics looking down at you.
“At least not right now.”
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thinking abt linebeck’s coat. something very alluring about it for some reason. so im just gonna ramble about it here instead of in the tags for once
you can probably start a fight between the people who think it’s a coat and people who think it’s a jacket but i think it’s a coat moving on
the character designs are interesting to look at due to the proportions and art style so it is hard to imagine how long his coat would be but i think it would go down to a bit above ankles because i think that’s good. it’s a bit more dramatic a bit more impressive(?) that way and would probably lead to problems tbh
based on some of the official art i imagine that the stripe at the bottom might’ve been a late addition since it’s missing in the bit of official art most used to represent linebeck. tbh linebeck is inconsistent in very tiny ways in the official art but that’s mostly if you’re gonna be nit-picky or bored enough to notice
his coat is so good it’s simple but very recognizable and stands out among the other character designs in ph and its just. yknow good character design
its also surprisingly good for headcanons and stuff and because i mostly take a lot of canon as suggestion i have a good handful of headcanons tagged specifically onto his coat (one of which is the length of it ig)
i like to imagine that he made it himself. i’ve seen stuff where people write linebeck as being able to fix link’s tunic when it gets torn and i feel like the logical extreme of that is that he made his own coat. i think that adds a layer of. importance to it? it’s unique it’s solely linebeck’s it’s tied to him because he made it with his own hands and maybe it can represent something about him that way?
i like to imagine that in addition to the normal pockets one the outside he’s got a whole lot of little pockets on the inside of the coat, like so many pockets that he hides little trinkets or tools or things he steals in either to keep or to take back to his ship for whatever reason. some of the pockets have little flaps of whatever they’re called that can be secured in place with a small button to keep stuff in
he’s got like pencils and a compass and little notes and tiny figurines and cool rocks and feathers and all kinds of little things he thought was worth keeping around and due to that his coat is uncomfortable sometimes but if he knows for certain he’s going to be busy doing stuff he’ll empty out all of the pockets and only leave the important stuff so that it’s lighter and less uncomfortable. link finds his coat lying around at some point and is caught so badly off-guard by how surprisingly heavy it is with all of the bullshit he keeps in all of his pockets
i also imagine he values it a lot, maybe to the point of being really possessive and protective of it, not letting link touch it and if it gets torn or stained he shuts down and has to fix it before he can move on to anything else, and if he can’t fix it at the time it leave him kind of overwhelmed or upset until he can fix it. he has a lot stocked-up materials specifically for his coat to avoid a situation where he has to go for while with his coat damaged
backing away from headcanon territory, his coat is just a cool bit of character design and has just been lodged in my mind for a while. its cool and never brought up within the game (obviously) and i guess a last little closing thought is that in the cutscene where oshus teleports link above linebeck it kinda looks like his coat moves when he tries to catch link and i think that’s cool
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