god. I'm thinking of one-sided shockbee again
Love the idea of Shockwave being the one crushing on Bee first, maybe that little crush starts on boot camp. Bumblebee is always around him, trying to seem cool and great at everything, Shockwave thinks it's annoying at first, he can't wait for this mission to end and offline this annoying thing.
But then he gets used to Bumblebee. He actually listens and pays attention to every word that comes out of Bee's mouth, the minibot's grown into him, and he hates it. Bumblebee's annoying, immature, and a loudmouth, traits a bot who's trying to be part of Intel (and also hiding the fact they're a Decepticon) shouldn't find endearing. And yet, he has found himself more than once looking at Bumblebee and listening.
Bumblebee doesn't help the situation at all, he's making it worse. He'd go around holding Longarm's hand to drag him somewhere, or get too close during a simulation while trying to get cover and it makes Shockwave a mess, Bumblebee doesn't even try to keep his EM field to himself, it crashes into Shockwave's own when he gets close.
Toleration becomes something else, it starts making Shockwave go slowly insane about it, he's spending time with Bumblebee after he becomes head of Intel, buys gifts for him or other stuff Bumblebee has shown interest in. Bumblebee's probably aware of more than friendly feelings going on by now, but god they're probably both so stupid about it, no one confesses. ever.
Shockwave is infatuated with the minibot, he can't deny it, Bumblebee continues to plague his thoughts like a virus, he wants to crush him and put an end to all, he wants to hold him tight, wants to feel their spark fields interlace and beat like one, he wants to rip his spark out, it's a mess, and he dug himself deeper into it by indulging his feelings.
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You know things are fucked when you prefer doing limits than drawing circles and ellipses.
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YOURE a bunny/puppy/kittyboy thing, IM a bunny/puppy/kittyboy thing, you should totally let me mount you and just go fuckin ham like- clawing at you and fucking you w the urgency of a desperately horny rabbit until my dogknot starts swelling, but i don't wanna stop thrusting bc feeling my hips slapping against your thighs feels so good so i keep moving, forcing my knot in and out of you and making an absolute mess of our thighs with my cum and your slick. like, who cares if that "defeats the purpose of the knot" or "my cum is going to waste"? with how my brain would be just swimming with the primal need to breed you, i could would fuck you so many times NOBODY could question whether id dumped enough of my cum into you to make you mine <3
i think just getting NEAR you could send me into heat in a way I didn't even know was possible, just knowing what you want from me and how hungrily you'll take it would flip a switch in my brain!! panting and presenting for you in every way i can think of- spread out on my back, wrapping shaky limbs around you as we settle into a mating press, or on my knees, dropping my head down, ass up, so both hands can spread myself open more for you, or bending myself over every surface I can see so you can take me from behind, throwing myself at you, balancing enough just up on my knees over you that you can pound into me from below while as reclined as you like- and oh, you'll have me sobbing for it, choked desperate pleas every time you slam into me, seeing stars and knowing there's desperate relief on the horizon, hell, I wouldn't have a lick of control over it, cumming without warning and sinking my nails into you, shifting so you can rut in deeper and wailing with a mix of glee and overstimulation until your perfect doggy knot knocks all the breath from my lungs... when I first start to feel it swell i might panic, scramble against any surface or claw at your back, arms, shoulders, but there's no way I could escape it, and truly, there's no way I could want to escape it, not when the pain-pleasure of that fat knot keeps getting shoved in and out of me on your whim, the sounds of forcing my hole to take it obscene but barely heard over my cries, not when you've spilled into me so much our thighs are soaked and the slam of our hips splatters cum and slick from I don't even know how many orgasms up to our bellies, not when I realize you're just not stopping, and any fear that it's too much, any panic that it's too big, too fast, it all morphs into renewed hunger, into broken pleas for more, to quiet thankyouthankyouthankyous every time you flood my insides, drunk off your knot and swimming in bliss at how claimed I've become. And when you finally tire I'll clench my puffy cunt around you, sloppy and stretched around the shape of you, but still my body milks you for more even once I'm long past most coherent thought, all I know now is that I'm yours, and I'd feel so, so empty without you 💙
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