#cybertronian!reader

Let's not think about Starscream's sacrifice later 🤫

Bumblebee was never the type of bot that liked to kiss

He was always just so adverse to it- or to pulling his mouth guard down at all really. Which you minded a little, but you'd usually just give him a quick peck on said mouth guard. The way Bumblebee’s door wings would flutter a bit every time you'd do it, only encouraged the behavior.

But after his vocalizor was repaired, it was like he was infected by a virus or something!

Which is how you ended up here-!

Both your spikes trapped between where your frames were slotted together as close as they'd go.

You tried to lean back a bit, only for Bumblebee to follow after you- not even allowing the chance of a moment of disconnect. You moan when Bumblebee’s hips jut and your spikes slide against one another. Bumblebee hums and you can feel the sound buzzing against your own glossia. His servos are digging against the dips of your hips. Your own servos on his waist and trying to get some type of control with how unreasonable his mouth was against your own.

You have to swallow when some more oral lubricant hits the back of your throat. The sound of the simple swallow so fragging loud in your audials alongside the other buzz of everything else. Bumblebee’s own noises you're fragging tasting, both your quick vents- another rock of Bumblebee’s hips makes the sound of metal on metal hit the air. Both your frames pressing on one another's. You grunt and you just know you're gonna be covered in streaks of bright yellow and black by the time you get out of your lovers habsuite.

Bumblebee’s glossia finds your own yet again and you press back against him trying rather foolhardily to match his insatiable desire to kiss. The touch of your derma against one another only easing when Bumblebee pulled back to explicitly push forward with more vigor. Derma quickly slipping and re locking just the same to let your glossia’s slide against one another.

You hummed and tried to pull back just a moment to let your helm clear a bit- but Bumblebee only followed you again.

A muffled sound of protest caught in his mouth as one of his servos caught your jaw. Urging you back against him just as badly as his mouth was. You'd huff if you could, but you just had to swallow another batch of both your oral lubricants. One of your servos grabbed onto one of his pauldron tires for purchase. The high strength rubber warm underneath your digits. His voice caught in his throat when you did it but it also didn't slow him down even slightly. But it was fine because you finally just decided to slack. You just needed a klick or two from Bumblebee's insistent oral fetish. Your glossia laxed too, fully content to let Bumblebee do what he'd wanted to your mouth in the mean time.

Bumblebee moaned against you and was undeterred by your sudden submission. Servo tilting your jaw a touch against his own mouth. Bumblebee started dragging his glossia along the indents of your denta. Glossia lingering over one of your fangs whenever he would pass by one. The flat of his glossia would lightly graze over the sharpest point of it.

You offlined your optics while Bumblebee just kept kissing and kissing- your helm was foggy. And your thoughts were indistinguishable from the charge being vaulted around inside it.

Whoops sorry! Can't function at the moment because you're quite literally being kissed stupid right now by your significant other!

Your own hips rocked this time causing another hot drag of friction to roll up and nestle against your spark. You moaned and Bumblebee just kissed you harsher at the sound. Your own muffled noises becoming almost indistinguishable from Bumblebee’s own. You needed some type of control here- something to give you an up. Bumblebee already had the advantage of pressing his full frame weight down on top of you. You needed-

A quick flick of thin metal made your almost offline optics snap back to full function.

Your servos slowly left Bumblebee’s tire and the side of his waist. Instead allowing your digit pads to drag along the plating on his chassis towards his upper back and-

Bumblebee’s almost shout caught in your mouth when you latched onto his doorwings. His hips jumping automatically when you started worrying your digit pads against the very base of them. You vented a laugh through your olfactory when a high pitched keen still managed to escape Bumblebee.

Your derma was slick with oral lubricant- oral lubricant you could feel starting to go down your chin and threatening to roll right down your throat. Bumblebee just adjusted his grip on your hips and rutted forward rather roughly. You ended up lightly nipping him when it had happened. The continued enthusiasm and lack of the sour taste of engeron told you it was minimal.

Certainly not enough to stop Bumblebee from rutting against you again and again. And still not enough to make him pull away from your derma- your own spike throbbed when you bucked against him. Your digits continued to squeeze and lightly pinch at delicate door wings. Enjoying every twitch from them and subsequently every twitch in Bumblebee’s hips. His pace even stuttering when your digits followed along to trace both black stripes on each wing-

Your plating bristled the wrong way when part of your spike pressed against one of the pointer points of one of your frames kibble on his next heavy rut.

You tried to break the kiss in discomfort to readjust but Bumblebee followed you yet again. Your servos left his wings when he unaware just rutted forward just as rough-

A sound caught in your throat and your em field must have jumped the wrong way, because Bumblebee froze and finally pulled back.

You gasped and half choked on the abundance of oral lubricant still left over in your mouth after Bumblebee’s glossia left it. You then huffed in greedy steaming vents. The air puffing from both your over heated vents so thickly you thought your optics might get obscured by condensation. "What- What's wrong?" Bumblebee murmured through his own haze, voice thick from what he was putting you through. Bright blue optics still laced with obvious concern- even when they were so bright right now it was making you want to cycle your optics just looking in them.

You had to swallow again to try and find your vocalizor. You swore you left it around here somewhere- Before eventually managing to croak out that your spike is pressing against the wrong thing.

His optics widened a touch at the comment, chin dipping against his own chassis to where you were both as flat as you could be against one another. And he saw what you meant almost immediately and cursed quietly. "Sorry- just-" your servos flew onto his hips just when he released yours so he could adjust his position. Your spike slid back against Bumblebee’s own, making you hiss a vent half in relief and half at the contact.

"Better?" Bright blue hovered above your own faceplate. You both huffed and panted while you watched your lovers optics cycle In thought while gazing down into your own.

You said “Yeah” and before the word fully left your mouth Bumblebee’s own crashed back against yours. His servo back on your jaw and other now on the front of your chassis. Black servo trailing against your metal in a heated haze before slipping his glossia back into your mouth. You bucked up against him, while you used your grip on his hips to help guide him with each roll of your hips. Bumblebee whined against you and the heat quickly returned to the tempo it was before the blunder.

You mumbled out his designation as well as you could, trying to tell him you were gonna overload before any spiking even happened-! The gasping half muffled admission only caused Bumblebee to rut more feverishly.

Slag-!

Your servos gripped Bumblebee’s hips harder, dragging him closer to help with his own desperate pace.

Bumblebee’s chassis pressed flat against your frame like glue. Spike dragging sweltering on your own-! And you end up overloading with a muffled groan arching up. All while Bumblebee only made an effort to push you back down into his berth through his own overload. You’re stuck swallowing down a whine that was very much not your own at the end of it. Metal burning against your own and threatening to scorch if heated any further. Soft heady sounds passed between derma with each now lazy buck between one another.

The rutting continued only slightly less urgent now. The wet slide of your spikes only accentuated by each others transfluid.

Bumblebee swallowing around your glossia when his hips jump with a bit more vigor manages to pull an embarrassing noise out of you.

Bumblebee half pulled away to murmur something against your derma. "Spike, Please-" before locking you in another demanding kiss. You had no clue if he was begging you to spike him or if he was begging to spike you.

You could probably find out if he stopped assaulting your mouth and glossia for five fragging klicks-!

Divider support credit: @/cursed-carmine

Cybertronian! Insert/Reader

Knockout prefers bigger bots, yknow, the 'heavy duty type'. That doesn't necessarily mean taller bots. Though if you're shorter, he'll definitely tease that.

Maybe it's a security thing, but he prefers bots who can left more then their own share. [Bigger, better]

Just like his frame type, he likes his relationships to develop fast. Sure he'll slow down if you prefer that, but he'll make his feelings and desires known. So LOTS of flirting.

Clingy, and one for PDA, mostly as a dominance thing to scare other bots off. Territorial? Maybe.

Likes to glide his pointed servos over your shoulders and back when passing by, not hard enough to leave scratches, but enough to feel a flick of static electricity trade itself between you two.

Will slide his servos and digits between the gaps of your hips and lower back when simply loitering beside you. He tends to fidget absent mindedly with the mesh and wiring- similar to squeezing a partners love handles or sliding a hand over your lovers ass.

Will expect to be pampered and loved on, though ironically gets flustered with PDA directed towards him.

Human! Insert/Reader

It takes KnockOut a while to even consider being JUST FRIENDS with a human.

Best way to this mechs spark is stroking his primus-forsaken ego.

Still a bit iffy about you touching him, even when you get close. This is due to your natural oil, which he TRIES [not really] to explain nicely that your dirty little mits are covered in. Though soon enough he starts seeing them as little marks he can wear with him when he's not around you! Not that any other bot notices...

He's the type of mech to treat his lil human F/O like a purse dog, SORRY. He carries you around, coz he doesn't want you stepped on OR getting dirty.

Drive in movies are a MUST and he loves having someone to talk to about said movies. Breakdown rarely accompanies him to said movies, so its a welcome change.

He may or may not convince you to pamper the shit out of him. Relating back to point three, he may just say it's what you owe him for getting him covered in your little oily finger prints.

Probably would love to pamper you back, whether not it's healthy, he sees your presentation as an extension of himself. He'd probably somehow get his hands on the finest [most likely red and gold] clothes and accessories.

Would probably pick and prod at you, pet you and overall be all over you.

HUGE flirt, and uses human movies as education on how to court you. It's cringe as fuck, but some how works with his charisma.

Human-ish/Changeling! Reader

Most of what Human! Insert applies to Changeling! Insert. He views you as a interesting "specimen", but ultimately finds you easier to relate to then a plain human due to the shared ability to change forms.

Would be really interested in your species mimicking abilities, and if they also apply to mechanical life [it does, just takes a hella lot of practice!].

With your ability to change form, the size difference that would be seen between a human and a Cybertronian can easily be bridged. Though frankly he prefers when you're smaller, since seeing an organic as big as a Cybertronian, no matter the form is a bit... disconserting.

Doesn't let you out of his sight much. You're not exactly safe around your own kind [humans] or Cybertronians, especially if it's known of your abilities.

He would NOT trust other scientists around you, and especially not human governments. If Megatron or Soundwave knows you're a changeling, then KnockOut is even more fretful.