while it could be fun to have another mech stumble upon his desperate attempts to overload, I quite like the idea of him fucking a metal rebar much more; perhaps that is just the object insertion kink talking though haha. we shall see when it comes to the final fic 🙇‍♂️

even though he's stuck in place, upper half hidden from the world but his lower half visible to anyone who passes by, bee still finds a way to satisfy the urge to overload.

he gets lucky with a piece of rubble shifting and poking at his valve lips; from there it is very easy to fuck down on it +

I like to imagine that his valve just drools in sync with the oral fluid dribbling down the side of bee's mouth as he watches, watches, watches that pretty little spiral and all the pretty little things it subliminally imparts upon his processor +

yet, the more he watches the less willing he is to look away from it. quickly his processor melts into a soft, gooey, warm place and that heat starts to pool in his core riiiight down to his interface array.

bee's legs spread to the side invitingly, limbs going limp, and his panel pops wide open +

he can't move from under the rubble, and all he can see in the dark is a flickering screen with a captivating spiral on it.

after struggling for a bit and becoming resigned to waiting for help, bee finds himself bored and watches the screen. because at least he has some for of entertainment +

{ AN }

an aside but gah I could hardly choose between beachbee or bumblecomber as a tag portmanteau for them as a ship; both are very cute cute! 🙇‍♂️ so I defaulted to the order being who tops

and seeing a mech oozing out his transfluid gives megatron a rush he never thought was possible.

he originally sought out a contract with the two to get off whilst humiliating his enemy; now he will seek them out in the future to stroke more than just his ego…

knowing that fragging into the small bot will bring him greater pleasure than he has ever known; hearing bumblebee mewl, squeal, and wantonly moan with every thrust about how megatron’s “too big, too big!” his spike bulging the plates of his midsection.

the small spurts of transfluid fill bee up +

“That’s… that’s way too big! It’ll never fit!”

all at once, megatron realizes the benefit to fragging an autobot minibot. autobots already we’re so much smaller, but a subcompact bee’s height… well, Megatron’s micro-spike is many many sizes above bee’s valve limit.

he smirks, delighted at that +

when bee arrives to the meeting place, apprehensive at the idea of fragging the dark lord himself — but giddy thinking of what he’s going to spend his share of the payment on — he gasps immediately at seeing megatron’s spike.

growling, megatron goes to berate him but stops when he hears him go +

as swindle makes the contract with megatron, he makes sure that the mech understands at no point is he or his little shareware autobot are they allowed to point out or even dare to laugh at his spike. if they do, well, he won’t be held liable for what happens next… +

for a mech his size, Megatron has what constitutes as a micro-spike. it’s embarrassing, a downright shame to have been built with such an imposing figure only to falter a an impressive spike length. it’s girthy, sure but it’s ridiculously outmatched by the other decepticons’ spikes +

megatron isn’t an imbecile of course — he realizes very swiftly that the cute little minibot squirming on the lap of his arms supplier is the very same one on earth. but he sees an opportunity to get some much needed relief after years spent in stasis. there’s just one tiny, small problem though +

I am still deciding which I should like to write next. there is a deebee (megabee) prompt that sounds very fun, but perhaps that is just because I am in a bimbo!bee mode lately haha