#redhotknockout

all my friends are HEATHENS !!  

                          TAKE                        IT                        SLOW.

                                                                                   wait for them to ask you who you know.

Smokescreen catches Bumblebee and Knock Out doing the dirty.

 and it’s like a bad car accident that you can’t look away from

Send ‘rough touch ’and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

19. Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.  

The crimson medic’s servos upon his wrists tugged at his spark. Bumblebee knew that Knock Out wanted so badly for him to stay, but it was getting too risky for them to be seeing each other like this. Bumblebee hesitated, the grip on his wrists making him feel all too sad and anguished. He didn’t want to go, in fact, it was the last thing that he would ever want. But the risk was becoming too high.

unforgiving blows had scrambled the circuits of the young scout as his seemingly minuscule frame lay crumpled upon the floor panels of the nemesis. energon pooled around his entire outline, seeming to be a shadow creeping upon the floor. still seeping wounds spilled his precious life force upon the unyielding floor. the soft trickling was a minor annoyance that was not even peeking into his thoughts, there were far more pressing matters weighing upon bumblebee’s mind.

blurry vision wasn’t very cooperative as a failed attempt to lift his helm was rendered useless. a slight lift was diminished as a sizable ped rammed against it, slamming and pinning it to the floor once more. a wince disgraced his visage, and a limpness was given to his whole body as consciousness slipped away before his own optics. 

“useless scout.” megatron snarled as he turned his back upon the mess he had made upon the once clean floor of the torture chamber. faintly, the sound of heavy footfalls tickled his eardrums ever so lightly. it was hard to hold onto the sound and distinguish reality from the abyss he was fighting so desperately to refrain from falling in. soon they ebbed away completely, giving the scout a flicker of relief as he now knew he was alone.

Stopping in his tracks as he was about to go out the door, his spark leapt into his throat. Of course Knock Out was right, he was definitely in love with him. He knew he shouldn’t be, they were on opposing sides. But sometimes, the best feelings can be found in the most unfortunate ways. Bumblebee should’ve known that a friendship with someone he found so visually pleasing would end up with deep feelings.

Turning around to face the other mech, there was a look upon his face that normally would never be present on the brave Autobot scout’s visage. It was a sheepish look, one backed by nervous feelings, a sensation that he rarely experienced. It wasn’t like him to have feelings such as these, and he hadn’t the slightest clue how to deal with them.

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