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[solar4seekstron]

I so am writing a fic for him.

I just need a scenario. Ok I need him with reader who can pick him up and top him like my reader for kup!

Give me a good scenario please!

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Square- Objectification

Couple - Starscream x Bumblebee

Warning: Objectification, implied dark themes, mind control/manipulation, Stockholm syndrome.

The waiting was the worst part. 

Despite knowing he shouldn’t, Bumblebee couldn’t help tapping the tips of his fingers together. The little ‘Tink! Tink! Tink!’ helped sooth his nerves in the dimly light habsuite. He had already gone through the usual self soothing ways to try and combat his twitchy nerves. Counting ceiling tiles, there were 56. Tracing the rivets on the floor that ran from one side of the room to the other. Reciting the Cybertronian Gylph Grid back to front. 

Short of just sitting up and taking a walk, Bumblebee waited on the cold ground in his ‘spot’. It was the spot he knew to lay down in when his Owner wanted to play when he got back. The other would be disappointed in him if he didn't obey.

His fingers stopped their tapping as a new sound filled the room, it was the habsuite’s door lock. Stopping his fidgeting, Bumblebee let his body go limp, side pressed against the floor as he let gravity pull his full weight down. The door opened with a ‘Fwoosh’, signaling a figure entering the room. A pair of thruster decorated feet entered, stopping at the entry way.

There was a click and the lights brightened, causing Bumblebee to squint and blink to readjust. But as the feet started across the room and the door closed, he willed them to stop, holding his breath. A sort of nervous energy shot like lightning up his body, causing his spark to spin faster. One of his fingers twitched. 

“What the-?” The feet stopped just an arm's length away. If Bumblebee reached out he could capture the foot, wrap his hand around the ankle and pull the individual onto the floor with him. But he waited, holding his breath as the figure crouched, pushing his side so his face turned upwards.

“I swear, if someone’s been touching my things…” Starscream scowled as he reached down and picked the fallen Bumblebee off the ground. He held the smaller bot in both hands at arms length, examining the stock still autobot for any damage. 

“They should know better than to mess with my ‘Stuffy’.” The flight commander purred and pulled the yellow bot close, wrapping his arms around the prone figure and humming to himself. Starscream felt warm, his body heat quickly warming Bumblebee from his long wait on the cold floor. 

“It’s alright, I’m here now. I’m sorry you had to sleep on that cold cold floor. Here, let's get you back in bed.” Starscream lightened his hold as he adjusted the smaller bot, carefully placing him on top of the duvet that covered the sleeping slab. 

When this had all first started, Bee had been enraged by the treatment. Picked up and moved around like nothing more than a toy. Forced to play by Starscream’s rules or suffer. Thinking back on it now, waiting was actually not the worst part. The loneliness and cold used to be the worst. Back before Bumblebee knew how to play the game.

As he sank down into the plush material, processor going a little gooey from the warmth of the other’s frame and now the softness of the covers, Bee knew he had made the right choice in giving in to the Starscream’s demands. He desperately wanted to reach out and pull the Seeker down with him, but he had to wait. That wasn’t how this game was played. 

Starscream busied himself with adjusting the material around Bumblebee, grinning as he made a mockery of a proper nest around the ‘Stuffy’. “There we go, all nice and cozy.” He reached down and gently tapped the tip of Bee’s nose. “Oh, I almost forgot. Can’t forget your accessories.” Starscream reached into the nightstand next to the slab, pulling open a drawer filled with all sorts of things. Most of which made Bee’s mouth water. The seeker pulled out a grey and black ring, a stasis collar. 

Bee held his breath as the collar was fitted around his neck, locking into place with a soft ‘click!’. Instantly he felt his body go limp on its own, limbs dragged down until they were flush to the bed as he now found them too heavy to lift. Fuzzy feelings started to lick at his processor, a familiar buzz ringing in his ear as the collar reached full power before going silent. He was unable to lift his limbs, his hips, even his head. All the while Starscream was grinning down at him, drinking in the sight of the now helpless autobot. 

 “Now with that settled, stay right there and don’t move while I wash off, it’s been a rather long day.” Starscream reached back down and gently turned Bee’s head, directing his eyeline to the closed private washrack. A clawed talon slowly slid down his cheek before it left, making Bee feel cold and alone once again despite the plushness surrounding his frame. He wanted to reach out and take that warm hand again, nuzzle it, but his body couldn’t.

Starscream turned and walked to the private washrack door, it’s door swishing open to reveal a decently stocked washrack. It had taken a while, but Bumblebee still felt pride swell up in him as he thought back to the day Starscream trusted him enough to have access. 

The washrack door stayed open, giving the yellow bot a glance inside. Starscream quickly stepped under the nozzle, tapping in a few buttons to get it to the temperature he preferred before solvent began to pour out. 

Steam quickly rose from the shower as the solvent hit Starscream’s body, rolling off that tri-colored plating. Bumblebee could only lay still and watch as the other bathed himself, taking a rag to buff and wipe at his armor. Moisture began to accumulate in the autobots mouth as he watched Starscream twist and turn to rub at spots along his frame. How his hands worked in between the seams from his arms, down to his feet. Bending over to give an enticing view of his back plate from across the room.

Bumblebee could only stare as the other popped his spike plating, giving a breathy moan just loud enough to be heard over the splattering solvent. Star took his spike in hand and worked the rag up and down, giving it a few lazy teasing pumps before pulling away to wash at his thighs and back up to his chest. Following the rag, Bumblebee felt his face heat as he caught a glimpse of that coy grin the seeker was trying to hide behind the cloth.

By now Bumblebee’s valve was well lubricated, his spike pinging request after request to pop out from behind his panel. But the stasis collar wouldn’t allow it. This wasn’t how the game worked. 

Bumblebee’s entire body gave an involuntary shutter as the shower was turned off. He tried to focus on the wall to Starscream’s right as the seeker dried himself, making sure none of the solvent followed him out. By now the room was warm, creating a cozy contrast from earlier.

“A quick polish and time for bed.” Starscream spoke aloud, Bumblebee unsure if it was being directed at him or the seeker himself. The sound of the polish buffer filled the room along with the heavenly aroma of the Seeker’s typical polish. An almost fresh pine mixed with lavender, Bee’s favorite. The aroma mixed with the warm atmosphere of the room, tucked into the nest of blankets, sent the smaller bot’s head spinning into a warm mess.

His body tightened, valve the only thing able to twitch as the stasis collar kept him at bay. Oh how he wanted to spring up and barge into the wash rack, bury his face into the seeker’s chest and never come back up for air. Put his hands on those devilishly divine hips and take Star up against the warm wash rack wall, burying his spike into that plush valve. Maybe if he was a good Stuffy he would get a treat later? Starscream as always in a better mood after a few overloads.

The buffer powered off, it’s slowing ‘whiiiirl!’ bringing Bumblebee out of his lust filled day dream. Bumblebee made sure to relax his body as Star exited the wash rack, its door closing behind him. His eyes tracked the seeker as he pittered around the habsuite, flicking on a soft dimmed table lamp, going back to the door to turn off the lights, and picking up a data pad before slipping into bed next to him. 

“Finally, some alone time. Primus knows I don’t get enough time to read trying to keep all of Cybertron from imploding in on itself.” Starscream chuckled as he got into a comfortable position, back and wings pressed flat against the wall, resting on top of the duvet cover with a thigh barely touching one of Bee’s hips. The seeker turned on the datapad and dropped his hand, idly petting the top of the still prone scout’s yellow head.

With the mix of gooey processor and gentle pettings, Bumblebee’s mind was a complete mess. all earlier nerves and thoughts gone as he laid there, prone and immobile. He didn’t even notice his engine began to rumble, desperately wanting to lean into the the seeker’s petting. Starscream must have taken note of the rumbles as his hand came to a full stop, shifting as he peered down at the yellow mech.

“Now, what's this? Stuffy’s don’t make rumbles.” Bumblebee froze, rumble dying as the Seeker set his datapad on the night stand. With the lamp casting a shadow over the other from this angle, all Bee could make out were his red optics and outlining of his helm. Hands were on him in an instant, the yellow bot unable to even make a sound as he was man handled into the other’s lap. He sat in Starscream's lap, back pressed against the seeker’s chest.

“How odd, I don’t remember putting a vibrator in this Stuffy.” Bee felt the nerves back as a clawed fingertip slipped under his chin, forcing his head back to look up and gain eye contact with Starscream. The other smirked as he gently moved his clawed fingertip, scratching the yellow scout under his chin.

“My sweet Stuffy.” Starscream purred, putting his face closer to the smaller bot’s. Those red optics were hungry.  

There was a flurry of movements as Starscream flipped them, pushing the yellow bot into the plush fabric of the duvet, looming above him with his wings fully extended.

“Ah, look at how sweet my Stuffy is. Waiting for me all day. I’m sure it gets so lonely without me here.” Starscream cooed, using his clawed fingertip to once again go under Bee’s chin, but this time slowly dragged it down the autobot’s font. He would dip and brush any seam along the way, searching for any spots that had yet to be discovered. Finally, it stopped on Bee’s modesty panel, rubbing gently against the warming metal.

“What a wonderful little doll, I definitely made the right choice in getting you.” The seeker gave a wolfish grin as he moved his claw around, digging into the seams between the modesty panel and the scout’s legs, searching for something.

Bumblebee felt his frame was on fire as the seeker explored, eyes welling up with unushered tears as he couldn’t so much as lift an arm to try and stop the other. To beg him not to tease. Finally the claw snagged something, sending Bumblebee’s panel open with a loud ‘Shink!’. Both his valve and spike popped out of their housing, the air cooling his overheated array.

Bumblebee felt his body give a small shudder, closing his eyes to try and will himself to keep still and be quiet. Be quiet, don’t move. That's how the game worked. Followed the rules, get rewarded. Break them and be alone. He knew these rewards and consequences well.

“Oh would you look at how darling that is. Such a cute little spike.” Starscream chuckled, using two fingers to gently circle the tip, running them down the underside and stopping at the outer rim of the valve. “And such a naughty looking valve. Those toy makers should be ashamed of themselves.” Star used a single digit to gently push one of Bumblebee’s valve lips aside, gently blowing air into the now exposed protoflesh.

Bumblebee felt his face and body explode into flames, processor still caught in that gooey feeling from before and now downright shame. Starscream was calling his spike ‘cute’, degrading it to nothing more than an extra feature. And his valve, now completely soaked and twitching, was on full display. Shame filled him, making the yellow mech wanting to move his hands and cover his shame. But the stasis collar kept him still and compliant, like a good toy.

“It’s okay now. You're my Stuffy, and I take care of my toys.” Starscream promised before moving further down the bed. He got between Bumblebee’s thighs, idly stroking the spike as he played with the twitching valve. Bee felt his processor start to melt further, the nerves from before now fully blown away. That's right, Star took care of his toys, he would take care of him. He would be taken care of. 

A finger gently pushed past his wet lips, breaching the inside of his valve. Bumblebee’s vents gave a stutter as he was taken by surprise by the sudden intrusion. Starscream stopped, finger heavy and warm inside.

“Oooh, did I find the ON switch?” Star slid the finger in deeper before curling it, pushing against the valve’s ceiling. Bee’s frame jerked, trying to gasp but nothing came out. The clawed talon hooked inside, tip threatening to pierce the ceiling. Tears began to well behind his eyes, wanting to beg. But he wasn’t sure if it was to stop or stop teasing.

Starscream finally uncurcled his finger and worked it in and out. He reached for the autobot’s weeping spike, firmly grasping the base and working it like he had his own in the wash rack.

The curling was in time with the pumps he gave Bee’s spike. All the yellow bot could do was silently cry, a few whimpers able to break through. As a second finger slipped in with the first, his frame gave another jerk, hot white shame and bliss flooded Bee’s processor as he overloaded. His valve cycled down, trying to suck the finger deeper as his spike spluttered, shooting thick globs of lavender with enough force to hit his own chest, cover Starscream’s hand, and run down both their plating in lazy rivets.

Bumblebee wanted to cry and trash as that deliciously warm hand left his spike, the seeker bringing the soiled hand to his face. Starscream examined his hand and leaned forward to give it an experimental lick, running his tongue over lavender stained digits. Bee stared wide eyed at the lewd scene, wishing desperately he didn’t have the collar on so he could also get a taste.

“What a mess I’ve made. Not only do I have to clean this up now, I have to refill my Stuffy.” Starscream tutted, clearly talking to himself and ignoring Bee who laid beneath him, blue eyes brightening at the word ‘refill’. Bee felt his processor fizzle as two fingers, still deep in his valve, gave an exploratory curl. 

“I wonder, where is your fluid intake? Can’t have my Stuffy running on empty.” Starscream hummed as his fingers began to slide back and forth, this time slower and more methodical. The digits smoothed and glided around his valve, touching nodes deep in him. After coming off his first overload Bee was feeling the world slip away, the stimulation lulling him back into that warm fuzzy haze. Everything felt warm and fluttery, the slight pressure sending him deeper into his own processor.

Yes yes, he was a good Stuffy. He was Starscream’s Stuffy. Starscream took care of his toys. He would take care of him.

Bumblebee choked on a silent moan as a third finger was added, the digits now pressing firmly into the ceiling of his valve. Right on a spot only they knew, one the sadistic seeker loved to toy with like the buttons on a remote. Pleasure shot through Bee’s array, spike inflating quickly like a balloon as his valve gushed a new wave of lubricant down his channel and coating the other’s fingers. 

“There it is. Now let's see the best way for me to get my spike in.” Starscream turned Bumblebee onto his side, straddling one leg and throwing the other over his shoulder. Bee was unable to turn his face away from the plushness of the duvet at the new pose, feeling his air ways being constricted by the new position. Starscream stretched the leg fully to have it hooked over his shoulder, using both hands to pull the prone autobot closer all the while grinning as his spike lined up perfectly to the now gaping valve. 

“So cute and sweet, just for me.” Starscream’s engine gave a rumble, using his thumb to rub a circle into the smaller mech’s hip in a soothing manner. The words sent Bumblebee’s frame to relax in the hold, vision starting to swim as the gooey heat came back full force. Bee’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as the spike slowly breached his valve, pushing past the lips and sliding in almost hilt deep in one go. His prone body was jostled as Star jerked his hips in, making sure his spike was fully inside.

“Thats it, take it all. Oh by the Thirteen.” Starscream’s moan came out breathy and low, hips swirling to make sure the spike nestled nicely inside the gushing valve. Moving a hand up to the lifted leg, the seeker used the leverage to pull his hips back before giving a sharp thrust back in. Bumblebee was able to open his mouth at last, drool pooling out to wetten the fabric scrunched beneath his head.

The yellow mech wanted to sob as the spike started to move, Starscream finding a rhythm that stimulated Bee’s insides. The tri-colored seeker above him grunted, rolling his hips in time with his pulling on the leg, making sure to drive deep. The wet squelching between them sounded obscene, the hot flames of shame once again trying to lick at Bee’s mind.

“Such a mess my Stuffy made. But you are nothing more than a toy, so what else did I expect? Just laying there all day for me in bed, waiting for me to come home and use you. Just for me, all for me.” Starscream picked up the pace, his wings providing that extra power to thrust until their hips fully met, smearing the fluid now pouring out of Bee’s valve between them. 

Yes, he was Starscream’s toy. His little Stuffy. Not useful for anything but to wait in his bed all day and be used. His little spike is nothing but a cute extra feature and valve warm and wet for the Seeker’s use. His use, only his. 

Bumblebee shuttered out as he came to his second overload, fingers spasming as he tried to get them to work. He wanted to hold something, to grip something solid and ground himself to reality. But without that ability he was left with a buzzing processor and more drool pooling beneath his head. Starscream gave a few more powerful thrusts before grabbing the leg and hugging it to his chest, pulling the yellow bot impossibly deeper onto his spike as his transfluid shot out. Bee twitched and whimpered as the warm thick liquid filled him, valve cycling down to try and hold the spike in place as it pumped. Starscream was claiming him, inside and out. Just as it should be.

Despite his best effort, Starscream slipped out with a wet squelch before gently unhooking his leg, making sure to massage the hip joint as he lowered the appendage back down. Star cooed and spoke warm words as he massaged the joint, but Bumblebee couldn’t make out what they were. His processor still buzzing with the afterglow of his second overload and coming down from the warm gooey feeling still lingering in his mind. 

The seeker said something and moved away, Bee’s spark spun faster as he saw Star leave. Why was he leaving? He wanted to go after him, to whimper and cry out, but he was a Stuffy. Stuffys didn’t speak or move. They just laid there and waited for their owners to come home. Good for nothing but laying there and being what Starscream wanted, whenever he wanted. Bee closed his eyes, trying to focus on evening out his breath instead. He would wait, he would wait for Starscream. Star would take care of him. 

A warm rag between his thighs and gently cleaning his valve brought the yellow scout back, snapping his eyes open to look down at where Starscream had his hand. The other was soft and gentle, wiping away the mixture of transfluid and lubricant. Warmth seeped back into his array, but Bumbelbee didn’t have it in him to get his spike hard again, valve cycling slowly. He was used up. 

“That's my good Stuffy. Lets move you away from the mess.” Bee caught that, only able to brace himself by stiffening up as Starscream lifted him and set him on the other side of the duvet, on a clean side. The seeker busied himself with folding the sheet and placing another blanket down, transferring the still prone Bumblebee back over and onto the clean one. The soiled sheet was shucked to the floor, forgotten for later. 

After a quick scrub down of himself, Starscream quickly climbed back into the bed, circling himself around the still prone autobot. He nudged his arms around Bee, taking the smaller mech into his embrace. Bumblebee found his face smushed into the Seeker’s chest, now able to fully inhale the scent he had smelled seeping from the wash rack. Pine and lavender. It took every once of strength he had left but he was able to snuffle his face closer, breathing that pine and lavender scent. This was where he belonged.

At some point Bumblebee must have fallen asleep, curled up in the Seeker’s arms, safe and warm. When he came too there was a gentle movement running up and down his back, sharpened fingertips tracing glyphs into the back of his armor. He gave a test twitch of his finger, able to now finally use it. Reaching up he checked his neck, unsure how to feel about the stasis collar, his ‘accessories’ missing from it. But a gentle push of hands had him sinking back down into the bed, Starscream petting his side before going back to tracing his back plating.

“What are you spelling?” Bee knew his voice came out staticky, mind still fuzzy but slowly coming to. He couldn’t feel any shame for how he sounded, too tired to care now.

“My Love.” A series of glyphs were traced. “My Spark.” Another set gently gilded and curved into the still sensitive metal. “My World.” This time the glyphs were accompanied by a kiss to the top of his helm, making his frame sag back strutless into the freshly changed out duvet. Bee felt his spark spin a little faster, the words lingering in his head like a mantra. Where before he would have cringed at the possessive words, he now found comfort in them. Starscream took care of him, it was only right he got to claim him as well. Spark and mind.

“You sure like claiming what's yours, don’t you?” Bee chuckled, sighing as he got another kiss to the helm. Starscream tightened his hold, those claws digging into his plating. But Bee felt the warmth seeping between them calming his spinning spark. This was where he belonged, this was who he belonged to. As Starscream said, he took care of his toys. 

[solar4seekstron]

I have an angst one! So we all know what happens to Bee in rose of the beast so basically same thing but Cybortron reader is his conjux or reader has a crush on him and wasn't able to tell him before the......incident (we'll call it that) happened either way it's going to hurt

Oh I like this!!!

TFROTB!Bumblebee x Cybertronian!GN!Reader: I’m Sorry

Content: 16+, The flashbacks are the strongest parts of the story just not the present. Sorry he’s like dead most of the time I tried my best at the ending.

TW/Tags: A couple flashbacks, Death of course, the smog humans as funny at the end, I still had fun writing this. I hope you guys enjoyed this!!

-Flashback (Before the War)-

You were one of the Cybertronians who lived peacefully in the city of Iacon. You were once a simple waiter. Currently being courted by a certain racer named B-127.

He approached you when leaving work one night and since then always made sure to walk with you to your apartment. Like a true gentlemen. Despite you being a little older. And a little taller. And a bit stronger.

Non the less. You denied other mechs and even femmes. Him stealing your heart since he’s one to believe in doing a good deed. Not to mention very charming as well.

You and him finally bonding just a few days before the war began.

You of course joining him with the Autobots and fight together. You both always having each others back and sticking togather. That was…until one day before heading into battle.

You were putting weapons togther. Watching as a few bots by you were shot down.

You were struggling to put a bulletproof in. Your leg injured and you cant reach B. You tried through the bond until she showed up. Shooting the decepticons that were getting closer. Other bots coming to help causing the decepticons to retreat.

You looked up at B as he kneeled before you. Placing his cervo on your shoulder as he checked out your wound. “Can you stand?”

You’d nod and slowly stands as he helps you. Both of you feeling a strong surge in your chests. You both are back together now.After an explosion startled you B the spoke. “We need to go.”

“Right!” You responded.

You both transforming and driving to Optimus. You ignored the pain as you guys got closer.

You and B were able to get to Optimus as more and more decepticons came.

Causing Optimus to yell “Fall Back!!” You and B running to the escape pods. When you both got close to one you didn’t know they would be seperated. B saw the decepticons come and made sure you were in your pod first. You spoke surprised.

”B what are you doing.” He then responded. Holding your arms as his bright blue optics stared at you. Then responded.

”We will see each other again when on the planet. I promise.” One of his cervosgently holds the side of your helm as his forhelm connects with yours. He closed his optics for a moment before pulling back.

”I promise sweetspark. We will connect. Physically once more!” He soon pulled away as your cervos almost reach for him.

He’d gently nod before closing the pod. You watch him with worried optics as your pod starts to take off. Watching Bs take off but going a different direction. The pod would later knock you out for impact before you can wrrry about B not going the same direction as you.

-End of Flashback-

When you finally woke up for some reason you were hit with the feeling of the bond broken. That’s something that’ll have to be dealt with when you see him once more in the future.

When you finally came to Earth, you were so happy to see Bumblebee. Your Conjunx. Reconnecting until you all had to separate to avoid humans seeing you all.

And so you all made your way to different parts of the city. It being like this for a while. That is until you got the call from Optimus while driving.

You were able to get to the location right after Bumblebee did. You and him exchanging looks before Mirage and Prime spoke about the human he brought. You didn’t think much about the human Noah.

Leaning against the wall on your back as everyone took turns speaking. Not noticing Bee glancing at you every so often. You both know it wasn’t time to be “togther” giving the recent light in the sky. Showing the possibility that there’s a chance of finally going home.

You all drove to the museum and you stood next to Bee while Optimus and Arcee looked at the building. Waiting for the human to finish stealing an artifact.

You continue to stand there. Silence until Arcee and Optimus started to have a conversation. You looked at him and moved your cervo a little closer to his. Your smaller digit reaching for his.

You glanced at him as he continues to look forward with narrowed optics.

You looked down and gave up. Maybe he’s just not interested right now…You’d then see an explosion. You and the others soon making your way into battle against these new bots after the artifact.

During it you were trying to protect the human Noah and this new female human with him.

The thing you weren’t prepared for the most is when Bee tried to save Optimus. Only to get shot and killed by the bot. You watched. Frozen as his body slumped onto the floor. You continue to be frozen. Even the male human tries to catch you attention as you stood there like an idiot.

It wasn’t until the bots who attacked finally left and you were able to get a better look at his body. Your cervos gently holding his helm up as Optimus kneeled down. His helm low in respect.

Later you all will get on the plane of one of the oldest Autobots. You sat by Optimus as you looked at Bees corpse.

You’d sigh and closed your optics. Might as well try to catch up on some sleep like the humans. It’ll be a long ride. The humans and Arcee along with Mirage doing the same as Optimus stays awake. He knows you’re taking his death just as hard.

-Flashback (Again before the war)-

You were currently closing up. You did this often for the restaurant you worked at without the help of others. You were a pretty big bot. So you didn’t mind as much.

Other much larger bots never bothered to come near you any way. As you locked up, you started to walk to your apartment. But as you were continueing as you put your keys away. You were then stopped by a bot who gently poked your arm.

You looked at the direction. Your optics bright in the almost dark city. then a soft male voice spoke causing you to look down. “Down here.”

You looked down. It was B-127. He visited the restaurant often. But he always seems to take his time with his energon. Escpecially when you worked. At least that’s what your coworkers told you. You then spoke as he kept looking at you. He seemed to be holding something behind his back.

”Ah, B-127. What can I do for you??”

He seemed a bit nervous as he then cleared his…”throat”? Then spoke. “Yes! I came tonight cause I…well I wanted to ask you a question! Actually.” You raised an optic ridge as you stared at. Him. Intrigued as you stared at him. He’d then show what he was holding behind hm.

That being these beautiful pink flowers on the planet. You were surprised as he then spoke. “T-th-these are for you! I hope you like them.”

You’d gently take them as you softly chuckled. “They’re lovely, B-127. What was it that you wished to ask?” He can be heard making a gulp but showed to show determination as he stared up at you. “I want you to be my Conjunx! Please let me court you!”

You stared at him with a blank expression for a moment. Optics then blinking after a moment of silence. You soon having a smile on your dermas as you then spoke. Soft optics as you looked down at him.

”I accept your courtship B-127.”

”P-Please. Just call me B.” You let out a soft chuckle and looked behind you before looking back at him. You then spoke. “Would you like to walk with me to my apartment?”

He soon nodded as he then spoke. “Yes!- I mean sure!”

You noticed how bright his optics glowed as he then got next to you. You both walking together side by side to your apartment. Chatting throughout the walk as you both got to know each other more. the next day being your courtship.

And those next four days. Will be the happiest days of your life.

-End of Flashback-

Later on as Bee was left behind and you were fighting against the scorpions and the bots working for Unicron.

You were surprised to see the scorpions and minicons being shot around you.

Someone was covering for you. When you looked back Bee has landed by you. Close to the entrance. he then looked at you before nodding as he winked at you before he started shooting at the other bots. And so you continued to shoot at the enemies. Up until the battle was finally over.

You and the others started driving away from the scene as everything starts to fly up in the air. As you drove Bee was the only one out drive next to you before Cheetor joined you.

You guys were able to get to a safe distance. You transforming and stretching out your arms. You’ll defiently be sore in the morning. Bee transforming behind you. The maximal and Autobots speaking to each other with the humans as you and Bee were at a bit of a distance.

You were far because you needed room to calm down from all that excitement. And Bee, well. Wanted to speak to you. Your back to him as you didn’t notice.

You looked at the others as they spoke. Not noticing Bee unwell he stood next to you getting closer. This time his smaller digit gently reaching for yours. His pinkie sort of wrapping just around your own a little. You noticed but stayed still.

He then spoke through the radio as you watched the clouds disappear.

”I- am sorry- for breaking bond- lost- oh my memory- and- forgot- you- oh yes I did!…But I will always- be with you now heeeerrreee- through this- WAR!!!- I- Promise!”

He turned to face you fully when he spoke that last part. You looking down at him with sad optics before fully turning as well to face him. You’d then speak. “B…I just..I thought you were mad at me or something? T-the bond when I felt it disappear and you said nothing to me when reuniting.”

He then spoke once more. “I didn’t know- Oh just what to say to you baby!- I hope- you can- forgive me- and let meeeeeee- make it up to ya ya ya-“

His optics almost seemed hopeful as he stared up at you.You letting out a soft chuckle before speaking. “Alright I’ll ‘forgive’ you. But you do know this means you’ll have to restart you courtship for me.” You teased as you stared at him.

You let out a sad but hopeful whirring sound as his little antennas started moving up and Dow. His optics hopeful as his cervos gently held yours.

You then leaning down to press a kiss against his..mouth thing? You both closing your optics. The kiss lasting for a moment before slowly pulling away and looking back at each other. You both then hearing the male human. “Wait- so you robots fu-“

His mouth is then covered by the female as he tried to speak. The other bots didn’t pay much attention. Laughing and speaking and all. Bumblebee then gently grabbed your waist and pulled your frame against his. Your own cervos setting on his shoulders as bee spoke.

“Yes- and this- fiiiiiiine- bot is- All- Mine- YEEHAA!!!” You chuckled as the female does so as well.

You four then joining the others as they talk about what to d next. You don’t know what is in store , but you do now you and bee wont seperated so soon ever again!

I FREAKING LOVE THIS LITTLE BUG I SWEAR!!!! He’s so precious I just wanna smother him with kisses!

I hope you guys were able to enjoy this like I did and I hope to see you guys in the next one.

As always a repost is appreciated and I’ll see you guys in the next one!

[solar4seekstron]

Like I mentioned in my last post, if you want these characters to be for the other songs, you know switch it up you can request it in my request box.

Teddy Bear: IDW Tarn

Soap: Rodimus

Pacify Her: TLK Optimus Prime

Mad Hatter

Play Date

Carousel

Teachers Pet

Mad Hatter: Lets have little fun

Earthspark Bumblebee

RB Heatwave

IDW Wing

RBA Ratchet

Voting ended onJul 18, 2025

[solar4seekstron]

Since I’ll be away let’s make this interesting.

(If you guys wanna get behind the scenes or ask about the fic and any other just dm me if you’re curious. If you’d rather wait and be surprised that’s cool too 😊)

Who’s excited for idw Bumblebee x reader “The One That Got Away”?

Yessss!!!!! Love that twink!!!

Nah hate the twink

Your writing sucks

Voting ended onDec 17, 2024