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Sadistic Pleasures (Breakdown x Mech Reader) Lemon

Description - Fighting Breakdown was usually your buddy Bulkhead's job, but your fighting session ended with different results.

Warning!!: Contains Boy x Boy and really dirty smut

I can't believe I was filling in for Bulkhead with Decepticon duty. And out of all days I happened to run into my buddy's worst nemesis, Breakdown. It's not that his hefty build was the perfect match with my interest in mechs, actually, it was just that. The worst part was that I was feeling this way towards a Decepticon of all bots. Arcee always asked why I couldn't settle for the closest option being Bulkhead, but he already made it clear that he did not swing that way so there was no point trying.

Even with my impossible fantasies rushing through my processor, I was too stubborn to realize that Breakdown was tossing me around like scrap during our encounter today. Maybe I enjoyed being put in my place, who knows, I was a very adventurous mech. 

Breakdown grabbed hold of me and swung me around with his colossal grip. tossing me in a random direction. We were out in the bare desert so there wasn't really much obstacles to work with. It wasn't hard to brace myself before I hit dirt. I landed upright, sliding against the inertia of the throw. Pretty impressive if you ask me. The larger mech barely gave me enough time to recover before charging at me with his mighty hammer. He may be bigger, but I was quick on my pedes. Dodging him took little effort. Breakdown stumbled after his miss to smash me upside the helm which I assumed he was going for. While his back was still facing towards me, I round house kicked the sucker to the ground knocking the wind right out of him. His hefty frame smashed against the dried ground cracking the surface. Score one for the Autobot.

Breakdown groaned in pain, slowly pushing himself off the ground. He was hunched over when he turned to me. A low chuckle emerged from him.

"That was pretty sneaky of you Autobot, but you can't get rid of me that easy", he flashed me a cocky grin. His act of bravery didn't intimidate me in the slightest. I wondered just how much wear and tear his body could take. I bet he could take a lot of things. Oh man, I had to get my mind out of the gutter. This guy was using his hammer like a play toy, it was time to make it even. 

I waited for his 3 ton aft to come at me again. At the last klik, I brought out my bladed weapons from my transformed forearms and countered the attack. The heavy metal clashed together. I stood my ground, struggling to push his arm back. The muscle he was packing in that bod was crazy strong, but I didn't want his dirty hammer to mesh up my face. I grunted under his pressure. Pushing to the right against the stress, I slipped out and jabbed a blade on the side of his bulky chassis.

"Ah! F-Frag", he cursed. "You treat all your toys this messy?". I replied with a punch to his helm and another strike of my blade. Breakdown grabbed the blade but not before it had already pierced his armor. I glared at the mech, trying to push it in further. 

"Mmm, why don't you just stick it in and twist it you filthy glitch", he spoke aggressively. Woh woh, what the heck was that? I pulled away from his grip. The dark blue mech just grinned at me with a sickly smile.

"What? You don't want to test the limits of a heavy duty bot like me?". I blinked at him a few times. My thoughts were fighting to figure out what he really meant behind that sentence.

"Isn't that what you're old pal Bulkhead is for? You two could practically be frag buddies", I mocked. Breakdown studied my body.

"Your not like him are you?", he smiled baring his top row of denta. If he was referring to my body features then he would be right. I was around the same height as Bumblebee, only with a little bit bulkier plates. My shiny (Y/s/c) finish is what made me stand out from the others. I took pride in my looks, some might say I was even a narcissist. Pshh, if anything that would fit the title of that hot rod Knockout. That medic would always fawn over himself, probably buffing his armor the majority of the day. Little did my team know was how much I admired the thick metal on a robust frame. Fraggit why did I have to be so weak minded with this mech in front of me.