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Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.

Bumblebee/Lockdown: 3 Written for Mrs. Bumblebee (Came up with prompts)
Jazz/Bumblebee/Prowl: 1
Waspinator/Bumblebee: 2 Written for Mrs. Bumblebee (Came up with prompts)
Grimlock/Swoop: 1 Written for blueles
Optimus/Bumblebee: 1 Written for Lina Ben

Title: Curious
Pairing: Bumblebee/Lockdown; hinted Bumblebee/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: oral, fingering, non-con
Summary: (AU) Lockdown is curious.

For months Lockdown was plagued with sensual dreams of a small yellow mech. He didn’t understand this obsessive curiosity with such an annoying mech. Curiosity gnawed away at him until he snapped. It was easy tracking the Autobot and even easier to knock him out.

“Bumblebee,” Lockdown growled.

The bounty hunter caressed the Autobot’s cheek, fingers trailing down to fondle his chassis. He then cupped Bumblebee’s groin, causing the smaller mech to shift and moan. Lockdown watched in shock at the younger mech’s plating slid away, shaft pushing out. Grinning wickedly, Lockdown leaned down and tasted Bumblebee’s length, savoring the sweet taste of lubricant that trickled from the slit.

“Ungh…Pr--Prowl,” Bumblebee murmured.

Lockdown chuckled, “Now that’s interesting.”

The bounty hunter swallowed Bumblebee’s plug as he thrust a finger inside the smaller mech’s port. Bumblebee’s body shook violently from the pleasurable sensation, and he regained consciousness.

“What the frag?!” Bumblebee screamed in panic. “Get off me!”

Lockdown grunted in pain as one of Bumblebee’s stingers shot him in the cheek, causing the bounty to stumble back. Bumblebee darted off.

Lockdown snickered as he rubbed his cheek, “Feisty. I like that.”

Getting a mere taste of Bumblebee did little to curb his curiosity. He wanted more of the little mech, and he would get more.

Title: Cornered
Pairing: Bumblebee/Lockdown; hinted Bumblebee/Prowl
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mild violence, non-con fondling
Summary: (AU; Follows Curious drabble)

Lockdown couldn’t believe his good luck. Only an orbital cycle had passed since his last encounter with Bumblebee, and he now had the Autobot in his grasp again. Bumblebee was cornered in an alley, snarling and aiming his stingers at the bounty hunter.

“Oh, I’m going to have a lot of fun with you, cutie,” Lockdown chuckled.

Bumblebee snarled, “You aren’t taking my stingers!”

Letting out a booming laugh, Lockdown stated, “You should know that’s not what I’m after. I just want to finish what we started last time.”

Enraged, Bumblebee fired off his stingers at the bounty hunter. Lockdown dodged the rapid fire and snagged Bumblebee by the shoulder when the smaller mech tried to dart past. Bumblebee cried out in alarm when Lockdown pulled him into a tight embrace, breath hot against the nape of his neck, causing the Autobot to growl and thrash.

“Let me go fragger!” Bumblebee yelled.

“Aw, don’t be a brat,” Lockdown cooed, fondling Bumblebee’s groin. “I promise that I’ll play nice…for a little bit anyway.”

Lockdown was about to drag Bumblebee down to the pavement when something struck him hard in the back, sending him sprawling across the ground. He glared over at his attacker. Prowl. Lockdown let out a low growl. He wasn’t losing his prey to the ninjabot.

He swung his chainsaw at Prowl, forcing the ninjabot to weave out of the way. Lockdown grabbed Bumblebee and clawed his way over the alley wall, running at top speed when he landed, heading back to his ship. He stopped dead in his tracks when a stinging pain coursed through his lower region, causing him to topple over. Bumblebee had shot him in the groin.

Smirking, Bumblebee walked off, and Lockdown watched on with infuriating jealousy as Prowl embraced him.

Title: Wet
Pairing: Bumblebee/Lockdown
Rating: R
Warnings: masturbation
Summary: (AU; Follows Curious drabble)

Lockdown scoffed as he viewed Bumblebee and a small, red haired organic prance back and forth across a field. He really didn’t understand the Autobot’s love of organics. The tiny brat was spraying Bumblebee with several water guns, causing the mech to laugh from each cool splash that struck him. The water glistened on Bumblebee’s frame, causing Lockdown to focus in, watching as droplets trickled down the Autobot’s neck, chassis, abdomen, groin, and thighs.

Licking his lips, Lockdown retracted his plating, servo wrapping around his hardening plug. He could imagine that small, wet mech writhing beneath him, screaming his name. He could imagine the sight of Bumblebee being impaled on his plug and begging for more. He could imagine that cute face etched in the throws of passion and overload.

Lockdown climaxed, hissing through clenched dentals as he fought to keep himself from screaming.

Title: Comfort
Pairing: Jazz/Bumblebee/Prowl; hinted Bumblebee/Lockdown
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: handjob, fingering
Summary: (AU; Follows Curious drabble)

Bumblebee shifted and murmured in content as two pairs of gentle, warm arms wrapped around him. He was nestled between Jazz and Prowl, laying beneath the ninjabot’s tree and gazing up the star filled sky. Jazz caressed his chassis, lips trailing over his cheek as Prowl nuzzled the nape of his neck, planting tender kisses on the soft metal. Servos trailed lower, alternating between pumping his rigid length and toying with his slick port. Weeks of tension from being stalked by a persistent bounty hunter ebbed away as overload washed over him. Drowsy, Bumblebee reached for Jazz’s and Prowl’s groins, but both mechs stopped him.

“Don’t worry about us, baby,” Jazz murmured. “You need to get some recharge.”

“We’ll stay with you,” Prowl stated, kissing Bumblebee. “Rest now.”

Slowly, Bumblebee drifted into recharge and despite being snuggled between the two ninjas, he felt uneasy. Unbeknownst to the trio, red optics were gazing down at them.

Title: Mine
Pairing: Waspinator/Bumblebee
Rating: G
Warnings: mild violence
Summary: (AU) Waspinator to the rescue?

“Stupid bots,” Waspinator growled as he flew through the night sky.

The Autobots and Decepticons were fighting as usual, over what Waspinator didn’t know and didn’t care. He had hoped to capture Bumblebee and enact his vengeance, but the fight was too heated. He was about to fly away when he spotted Bumblebee laying flat on the ground with Megatron aiming his fusion cannon at the Autobot.

“Decepticon can’t kill Bumble-bot!” Waspinator bellowed.

He swooped down and snagged Bumblebee, carrying the smaller mech into the air.

“Mine! Mine! Mine!” Waspinator yelled.

Megatron, enraged, fired his cannon, grazing over Waspinator’s wing, blowing it clean off. Waspinator yowled in pain and desperately tried to keep himself airborne for as long as possible, but he eventually started to fall. He shielded Bumblebee against his body as they crashed, minimizing the violent impact for the smaller mech. Waspinator wasn’t so lucky. The fall ended up snapping off his right leg.

“You saved me…why?” Bumblebee asked.

“Only Waspinator allowed to kill Bumble-bot,” Waspinator growled.

“You could have dropped me,” Bumblebee stated. “I would have fallen to my death.”

Waspinator crossed his arms and stammered, “Waspinator…want to come up with…a more gruesome and painful death for Bumble-bot!”

Shaking his helm and smiling, Bumblebee embraced the larger mech. Waspinator hissed from the warm and soft contact from the smaller mech. It had been ages since he felt another’s tender embrace, and it felt wonderful. He wrapped his arms around the smaller mech and laved the top of Bumblebee’s helm and horns with his long glossa.

Bumblebee’s optics widened, and he broke the embrace. “Did you…just lick me?”

“Bumble-bot imagining things!” Waspinator snapped, face flushing crimson. “Waspinator would never lick such a disgusting bot!”

Bumblebee ran his servo over his helm, finding it covered in wet warmth. “Your drool is all over me.”

Waspinator’s face turned an even brighter shade of red, and he blinked a few times before snarling, “Bumble-bot escaped death tonight, but Bumble-bot won’t be so lucky next time!”

Waspinator hobbled away and grabbed his leg, attempting to reattach it as he spat out curses. Bumblebee watched as Waspinator disappeared into the night, a sad smile forming.

Title: Humiliation
Pairing: Waspinator/Bumblebee
Rating: R
Warnings: grinding, fondling
Summary: (AU; Follows Mine drabble)

The next day, Waspinator returned to the spot where he last saw Bumblebee, hoping that he would see the mech again. Luck seemed to be on side. Bumblebee was sitting underneath a tall pine.

Waspinator landed and cautiously sidled up to the smaller mech, muttering, “Bumble-bot.”

“Wasp,” Bumblebee stated.

“Waspinator,” the larger mech corrected, “and Waspinator has been doing some thinking.” He took in a deep breath. “Maybe…Waspinator…liked being…hugged by Bumble-bot.” His face flushed. “And…maybe…maybe…Waspinator…did lick Bumble-bot, and maybe…Waspinator…enjoyed it.”

“Well…maybe I enjoyed it too,” Bumblebee murmured.

Waspinator’s antennae twitched. “Bumble-bot…want Waspinator…to do it again?”

Smirking, Bumblebee launched himself at Waspinator, securing his arms around the larger mech’s neck and slamming his lips over the bot’s mouth. Waspinator gasped and drew Bumblebee in closer, causing both mech to tremble violently when their groins rubbed together. Breaking the kiss, Waspinator laved Bumblebee’s horns, cheeks, lips, and neck with his glossa. The sudden scent of Bumblebee’s growing arousal drove Waspinator wild with lust, and he began frothing at the mouth.

He abruptly stopped when he noticed a fearful glint in Bumblebee’s optics, and when he gazed lower, he found the problem. His plug was exposed. He didn’t even remember retracting the plating. However, he realized that wasn’t what Bumblebee was staring at. Just below Waspinator’s metasoma, and slightly above the stinger, another shaft, longer, thicker, and slick with a sticky fluid, had protruded. He became mortified.

In a panic, Waspinator stumbled back, face aflame. “Was--Waspinator sorry!”

The larger mech took off, optics brimming with tears of humiliation and disgust.

“Wait! Wasp!” Bumblebee called out. “Come back! Please!”

Waspinator ignored him.

Title: Mating Rituals
Pairing: Grimlock/Swoop
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: anal
Summary: (AU) Pointless smut.

Swoop whimpered as Grimlock’s dentals nibbled along his wing, servos pushing on the flier’s hips, gently trying to urge the smaller mech onto his servos and knees. Swoop complied, gazing back at the larger mech with lust filled optics. When Grimlock attempted to mount Swoop, the flier transformed and flew off, causing the larger mech to snarl in frustration. Swoop then landed, transformed, allowed Grimlock to get close, and then repeated the above process. The flier enjoyed how Grimlock was driven mad with his teasing behavior, and after thirty landings and takeoffs, he finally took pity on the larger mech and let Grimlock grab him.

Swoop mewled as Grimlock lapped and sucked on his crest, shuddering when the larger mech’s fingers teased his shaft. The flier cried out in pleasure and pain as Grimlock slammed into him. Leaning back, Grimlock pulled Swoop until the flier was flush against his chassis.

He interlocked their servos and whispered into the smaller mech’s audio, “Swoop belong to Grimlock. Swoop Grimlock’s mate.”

Swoop was unable to form a coherent sentence and frantically nodded, moaning as Grimlock’s hips began to piston hard against his aft. Overload did little to satiate both mechs’ lust, and the chase soon started over again.

Title: Drunken Tease
Pairing: Optimus/Bumblebee
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: (AU) Bumblebee plays a prank.

“Optimus…yo--you’re so pre-pretty,” Bumblebee slurred.

Bumblebee fluttered his optics at Optimus, and stumbled toward the larger mech. Optimus caught the smaller mech by the waist and stopped him from falling.

Bumblebee reached up and brushed his thumb over Optimus’ mouth, giggling, “Y--your lips are so po-pouty and soft. I wa--want to ki-kiss them. I wa--want to ki-kiss you all ov--over.”

Optimus couldn’t believe what was happening. He had never seen Bumblebee drunk before, and it was so out of character for the smaller mech. Even more disturbing, Optimus found himself growing aroused by Bumblebee’s gentle caresses and firm body pressing against him.

“Bumblebee, I think we should take you back to your--mphh!”

Optimus was cut short when Bumblebee’s lips pressed over his own in soft and tender kiss. The Autobot moaned as Bumblebee’s glossa flicked over his lips, and he opened his mouth, sliding his own glossa along Bumblebee’s. It was a perfect kiss; too perfect.

Abruptly pulling back, Bumblebee smirked and chuckled, “Gotcha, Boss-bot.”

“You.Little.Tease.”

Bumblebee, laughing hard, bolted out of the room as Optimus chased after him.

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