1. Transformers one-shots & lemons

TFP| Knockout x Cyb! Femme seeker

This is the first edited version of the first one-shot I ever did! CricketLuver initially requested it.

First release date: 23/9/2019
Warning: None

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    If there was a mech (Y/N) I couldn't stop thinking about, then it was Knockout. She wasn't sure if it was his personality, vanity, or paint job, but since she had arrived on Earth, she couldn't stop thinking about him.

    She rolled on her back, staring at the high ceiling. Her room at the Nemmesis was generous. More extensive than most seekers had. The room bathed in eerie purple lighting, casting long, dancing shadows across angular metal walls.

    The room's focal point was a sleek recharge berth with advanced technology. The berth's surface was smooth, and its materials mainly offered comfort. Adjacent to the berth, control panels were seamlessly built into the walls. It allowed (Y/n) to monitor the ship's functions easily if she had to.

    Storage compartments with sliding doors were strategically placed throughout the room and held enough space for her items, weaponry, and technological devices. The lockers on the other side contained functional armor and equipment, all within arm's reach for swift mobilization.

    A view screen stood opposite her berth, offering real-time updates on Nemesis' operations and statuses. The holographic projections provided data on enemy locations, resource allocation, and mission progress. (Y/N) was aware she had to be on stand-by every minute of the day in case the Autobots showed up or Megatron needed her to do some scouting. It had been quiet lately, and (Y/n) didn't mind that at all; it gave her time to think, to brood.

    She slowly moved up, bracing her elbows on her thighs. Knockout seemed uninterested; he always ignored or left when she approached. Maybe there was another femme he'd liked. It wouldn't be a surprise, yet (Y/N) chassis tightened at the idea. At the thought of seeing the mech, she wanted so badly, being touched and kissed by another femme. Her servos curled into tight fists, tight enough that the metal groaned in protest.

    Maybe she had to find out for herself, see if there was indeed another femme. She leaped off her berth and exited her room. Immediately, she was caught in the stream of metal frames, all purposefully converging toward their respective stations or sleeping quarters. She fell in pace behind three other seekers. They were on their way to the flight deck and take off to patrol the canyons. She loved doing it as much as they did. The thrill of soaring through the rugged canyons, the wind rushing through her systems, and the sense of freedom that came with each flight made every patrol an exhilarating experience.

    (Y/n) tore herself away from the group and took a turn left  She ended up in one of the more quiet hallways. One that led to the lower deck of the ship. The cold, sterile design of the hallway contrasted sharply with the other levels of the ship. The air had a distinct metallic scent, and a subtle, mechanical whisper echoed through the corridor. The lighting in the corridor was sparse, casting long, ominous shadows that danced across the walls and floor. Alien symbols and hieroglyphs covered the walls, and the floor was so dark that (Y/n) believed it was some sort of infinite abyss.

    She took a sharp intake. She knew who dwelled in the lower decks of the ship. Taking the stairs, she first reached Shockwave's lab. In the early days before the way, Shockwave remained on the outskirts of Cybertronian. Shockwave never even considered being a part of the government or its council. What had swayed the mech to Megatron's side still lingered in (Y/n)'s processors.

    Further down the hall, she reached Soundwave's quarters. Right at the opposite was a staircase leading towards the lowest level of the ship where Predaking took residence and where the dungeons were located.

    (Y/n) passed Starscream's quarters and took another turn left. There were no sounds here. Not even the echoing of footsteps, just a complete silence. It starkly contrasted the usual cacophony of metallic clangs, distant conversations, and the hum of machinery that filled the spaceship.

    (Y/n) came to a stop. The closed metal doors led to Knockout's lab and medical room. She'd been there a few times after battling but never worked up the nerve to visit without any injuries. Her gaze slid to the tablet next to it, and typed the code. The doors slid open with a thud that echoed through the quiet hall. She grimaced and cut a fleeting glance around. No one came, so (Y/n) stepped inside. The sounds of machines filled her audio, along with the familiar scent of Energon and cleaning products.

    She had expected Knockout to be here. Like he was ninety percent of the time. (Y/n) started to wander around but found nothing of interest. The files weren't very informative. Deliberately so. If Megatron wanted to keep secrets, he certainly wouldn't trust Knockout.

    She stepped closer to Knockout's desk and peered down at his computer with a background of the cosmos. It was beautiful. Many colors. Shapes and stars. (Y/n) couldn't tell where he had taken this picture. The galaxy was giant. Incredibly, inconceivably, mind-stretchingly big. No one knew how far it stretched and which planets were accessible and contained life. Though, she knew some Autobots had a list of possibilities.

    Earth was by far the most terrible place to be. (Y/n) had already concluded that days after she arrived. The lands were filled with organisms who knew nothing of Earth and were only arrogant, self-centered ants. No one would bat an eye if a human died during their battles. Why Prime fought so hard to protect them was still a question that lingered in the back of her processors like a headache.

"(Y/n)?"

    The said female swirled, face plates burning already. "Knockout." She cleared her throat and stepped aside. The medic merely cocked a brow while approaching. The arrogance dripped from every move and look he gave her. She had been so lost in snooping around that she forgot her mission: finding out if another female Knockout was seeing.

    It was too late for any thoughts now except those essential to get out of this mess without embarrassing herself further. "I was on my way out." She coaxed another step back. Knockout's gaze slid towards his computer. "Didn't look like it." He angled his helm and clicked his tongue. "Were you snooping? No one taught you that's rude?"

    Her cooling vents kicked—stupid, traitorous body. "I wasn't snooping. I was waiting, but it's not important." She waved an idle servo and turned on her heels, aiming for the door. "I'm not expecting any company. I've all the time." She slowly turned. "No?" She hated how uncertainly she voiced it. Knockout grinned, his straight metal teeth catching the light. "No. You expected me to have female company?"

"No!"

    "Sure you didn't. If I didn't know better, I'd say it's jealousy." She leveled him a long, hard look. "Luckily, it isn't, right?"
    "Right." Knockout's optics sparkled with arrogance and mischief. "So? Why are you here if it's not out of jealousy and curiosity?" She entirely pivoted to face him but lingered in the doorway in case the embarrassment was too much to handle, and she had to bolt. Knockout sorted through some analyses. He received far more information in a matter of seconds than any human could in a month.

What was she going to say? Truth? Lie? Selective truth? The medic looked up, his derma curving in a smirk. (Y/n) cursed. Knockout laughed. "Spill the beans, or I'll ask someone to torture it out of you." Her nostrils flared. "You're not capable of torturing?"

Knockout optics narrowed slightly, but he took the bait nonetheless. "My type of torture is..." he paused and looked her over. "It'll leave you begging, not screaming." Heat coiled in all the wrong places. Knockout grinned as doors behind her snapped shut— locked audibly. "After consideration, I might do want to torture you."

    (Y/n) felt her spark throb against her chassis. "You've no interest in me!" She exclaimed. There it was. The monstrosity she'd tried to hide. Knockout swayed closer. As graceful as a Cybertronian cat but as sleek as a fox. (Y/n) backed off and hit the door. Knockout's scent filled her system as he towered over her. His digit swiftly but slowly slid up her stomach. His optics never left hers. "Sensitive."

    He paused above her breastplate—above her throbbing spark he doubt could feel. A cold shiver ran down her spine. "Noted," she ground, glaring. The warmth of his frame leaked into her like honey. It was intoxicating. He lowered his face slowly until his derma was half an inch away from hers. "You've no idea how interested I am in you, (Y/n), but I am about to show you..."