#brawl x reader

“Vortex,” you moan, bouncing on the mech’s lap, riding like your life depends on it. You throw your head back, memorising the way his servos grip your waist.

He called on you, insisting that he was in need of your assistance. Supposedly, he'd worked himself up, and only your pussy could cure him. But in truth, he’s just selfish and likes to have more one-on-one time with you than any of his peers. He’s the horniest, no doubt about it, and definitely the most frequent to fuck you.

“Yeah, keep riding it just like that,” Vortex whirs, tilting his helm as he casts his gaze down to where the two of you are connected. Your sweet pussy hungrily devours his spike without hesitation, leaving a ring of milky essence around the base of it.

Your hips roll over him, just the way he likes it, making sure his sensitive head feels every inch of your walls. His servos run hot, so hot that you’ll likely have red marks when he lets go, but that only serves to remind you how much fun you had with him.

“Come out, Swindle,” Vortex snaps. “I know you’re hiding in the vents.”

A thump can be heard from the vents Vortex speaks of, but you don’t falter in your ride. Swindle has seen everything going on here before, so you’re not shy about it.

The grate pops open, clattering against the floor. It’s not in your line of sight, but Vortex can see it. His fellow ‘Con comes crawling out of the vents, with a recording device in hand.

“Ah, you fucking freak,” the darker mech comments. His optics would roll, if they could. “Tryna make a buck from selling our homemade porn videos, huh, Swindle?”

“Maybe it’s for a personal collection,” the other mech quips back defensively.

“Oh, so cuckolding is what gets you going?” Vortex jabs.

You scoff, tutting once before leaning forward, planting your hands on Vortex’s chassis to draw the attention back to the actual event going on right now.

“Could the two of you stop bickering whilst I’m fucking you? It kinda kills the mood,” You ask, a slice of annoyance in your tone. Vortex grunts, gripping you a little tighter by the waist before devoting his attention back to you fully.

“Sorry, Doll, you know how annoying he can be,” Vortex says.

“Sometimes the only way the two of you get on is when I’m involved,” you answer.

“Is that an invitation?” Swindle asks slyly, the smirk on his face growing just as much as his excitement.

"Fuck off, you opportunistic clown," Vortex hisses, already sidetracked once again by his teammate. So much for desperately needing a session with you. With the way the two of them argue, they might as well fuck each other to let off some of this unresolved animosity.

"Let him join," you hush suggestively, placing one hand gently on the side of Vortex's helm. "You know you always have more fun when there's more of us."

"More like you have more fun," Vortex responds, "You love being full of all of us."

"Is that such a bad thing?" You coo with a small pout, trailing your fingertips over the edges of his helm.

"This is my time with you," he huffs, groaning shortly after at the way your pussy clenches around him. You purposefully do it again, tightening the muscles. He moans, tipping his helm back against the pillow.

"Come join, Swindle," you speak over your shoulder, looking at the mech in question out of the corner of your eye. Vortex has had more than enough alone time with you.

"Don't have to tell me twice," he beams, quickly skitting over to the bed. He plops his recording device down at the foot of the bed before mounting it on his knees. He tucks his servo into his subspace in his chassis, grabbing the bottle of lube he takes everywhere. You never know when the two of you might get down and nasty, after all.

"Mind if I fuck your ass, pet?" Swindle asks, lathering lube over his spike. He watches between your legs, noticing how lonely you look with just the one spike inside of you.

"Go for it," you sigh, trying to keep your hips moving on Vortex.

"That's what I like to hear," the yellow mech says, lining himself up. It's hard to do so properly with your bouncing, and with the energy Vortex is emitting, Swindle will get his helm chopped off if he requests you stop for a second.

He sits snug against your tight hole, placing one servo on your shoulder for leverage as he pushes inside. With your movements, it makes entry a lot easier. Your hips stagger as you throw your head back, a hot moan tumbling from you as the stretch rings through your body. No matter how many times you let them share you, it never gets old, and the feeling never subsides.

Swindle slides his servo from your shoulder to between your shoulder blades, pushing you forward so that he has a clearer angle into your other hole. He thrusts into you, his hips pistoning almost straight away. He gets so worked up, and often fucks you so hard and fast that he finishes within mere moments. He's too excitable for his own good.

"Yeah, fuck, that's it!" Swindle curses as your hole clenches around him, threatening to strangle his spike. Vortex hums deeply, feeling the indent of Swindle's spike press up against his own.

Sandwiched between them, you're left a moaning, sweating mess. Your knees slide further apart on the bed, making the bouncing action a little more labourous. With the way Swindle is hammering his hips, you hardly need to bounce. He moves you up and down Vortex's spike all on his own. You bunch your brows in a frown, feeling your body already start to fail. It's hard being the personal sex toy of five Decepticons, it takes a toll on your body from time to time.

"Already tired, Doll?" Vortex snickers. "Need me to take over?"

He can be such a condescending prick at times. Too bad he's right. You'd love to make him eat his words one day.

Your habsuite door opens, but none of you even register it. The moment consumes you all, cutting off everything that exists outside of it.

"Woah, where was my invite?" Brawl interrupts, looking somewhat aghast at the fact he's been left out of this activity, even with the mask covering a good portion of his face.

"You might as well join," Vortex says, still sounding a little unimpressed, "The more the merrier, I guess."

"They still have another hole to play with," Swindle coos with a grin, reaching around to grab your jaw. "Isn't that right?"

Brawl meanders up alongside the bed, deploying his spike at the same time. It hangs heavy and is the largest of the group. He jerks the length loosely as he admires the show currently unfolding in front of him.

The larger mech plants one knee on the mattress to get a little closer to you, close enough that your hand and mouth are in reaching distance. You turn your head, watching as he toys with his leaking spike. Flitting your eyes up to his visor, you give him that sultry look beneath your lashes.

"Fancy helping me out here?" Brawl asks, his ruby red visor fixed on you.

You grab his spike, tugging it a little and prompting him to lean in a fraction closer. You shift forward, closing the distance. Taking him into your mouth, you welcome him with warmth and fervour.

He vents hotly as he feeds you his spike, pushing down until he feels the muscles of your throat surround him. Vortex rumbles, still less than pleased that what was a session for the two of you turned into a session for all of them.

"Might as well call the others in at this rate," the salty mech murmurs.

"Good idea, Vortex," Swindle says cheekily, placing a small kiss on your shoulder. He pings the others over the comms line, sending a short but sweet message across that implores them to join. Knowing those two love birds, they're probably canoodling already.

"Stop being such a grump," Brawl says to Vortex. "Learn to appreciate what's in front of you."

"What I see in front of me is my partner sucking your spike," Vortex snarls. He changes tactics, bucking his hips to start meeting you half way. You moan around Brawl's thick girth, sending pleasant vibrations down the shaft.

"Our partner," Swindle corrects incisively.

"Mine," Vortex sneers, shooting daggers at Swindle over your shoulder.

The door to your habsuite hisses open a second time, this time revealing your guests: Onslaught and Blast Off.

Blast Off immediately whistles as he witnesses the pure debauchery taking place on your bed. The mess between your legs is obscene, juices and fluids already pooling in a puddle on the sheets below. Drool cradles over your bottom lip as you suck the life from Brawl like some lecherous succubus.

"Seems we're late to the party," Onslaught chortles, walking over to join you. Brawl pulls you off his spike for a moment, allowing you to breathe unobstructed. You look over to the newcomers with glassy eyes, short pants leaving you.

You whine as Swindle humps against you hard, slapping his solid hips on your ass to leave you sore. Vortex nearly growls, refusing to be shown up by someone like Swindle. He slips one servo between your bodies, finding your clit with ease. You moan out as he draws taut circles over it.

"Considering all your holes have already been claimed, I suppose we can have your hands," Onslaught comments as he strides up on the other side of you, opposite Brawl, releasing his spike from his array. He looks down at you with a tender look, but when it comes to the berth, Onslaught is anything but tender.

You reach out with one hand, grabbing his length to start pumping it. Brawl grips your head, turning it so that you're facing him again. He doesn't wait for you, instead leading his spike back into your mouth. You carry on with the same treatment you gave him earlier, swaying your tongue on the underside of his panels.

Blast Off settles next to Brawl, darting his servo out to grab your hand. Your eyes slide to look at him, watching as he takes your hand to his weeping spike. You grab it and start tossing him in time with Onslaught.

This isn't your first orgy with the Combaticons, but it never fails to surprise you every time. Every drop of your attention and energy is poured into them, multitasking the best you can to keep them all satisfied. Swindle and Vortex are in better positions to take exactly what they want from you, which makes that element slightly easier.

"Fucking look at you," Vortex chuckles darkly, "You're such a little spikesleeve, you know that? Look at how naturally you service all of us."

"They were made for us, huh?" Swindle adds, grinning audial to audial.

"Definitely didn't expect this when we rescued you from that back alley gang," Onslaught says. "But it certainly is a good way to thank us."

Brawl holds onto your shoulder, clasping tight as he groans. You try to look up at him to make sure everything is okay, but before you can, your mouth is swarmed with a torrent of transfluid. Your instinct is to gasp, but all you can do is swallow. He fills your mouth, swelling your cheeks as your gulps prove insufficient to take it all down.

"Sorry for the lack of warning, little one," he apologises whilst you still suckle on his tip, trying to get every last drop.

"Keep sucking," Onslaught orders as he places a servo on the back of your head, keeping your mouth on Brawl's spike. You didn't need to be ordered, but you don't mind a little bit of rough treatment either.

Brawl shudders a shaky moan, feeling slightly overstimulated by the continued servicing. You gag on his spike as he inches further and further down your throat. Your hands weakly, but determinedly, keep pumping both Onslaught and Blast Off, smearing their transfluid over your palms and fingers. Swindle and Vortex never relent, their hips pumping in coordination. They make a good team, even if they do bicker.

Vortex grunts, slamming his hips up into you with more force as the knot of his pleasure comes loose. He spurts a heavy load into you, at long last earning his release. You expected him to finish first, considering the two of you were going at it for a fair while before anyone else joined, but Brawl beat him to it.

Feeling Vortex's spike swell and throb through the layer that separates Swindle from it causes a chain reaction, and the arms dealer quickly finds his release next. He moans, much less shy to in comparison to the others, as he dumps all he has into your ass. The heat from two overloads splashes shivers up your spine, your toes curling as you realise you aren't far off, either.

The pressure from all angles is slowly becoming too much to handle. All three of your holes are stuffed, your hands are occupied, and your clit being rubbed is the cherry on top.

With no way to alert them of your oncoming orgasm, you simply let it be. A powerful rush floods through you, like a river crashing against the bank. Your eyes stream with tears as your lower half grips both Vortex and Swindle tighter. A desperate moan leaves you, muffled by Brawl's spike.

"Well done, everybody," Onslaught grins as he watches your body quake with the shocks of orgasm, "Excellent teamwork."

"It was me who got them there," Vortex says, not taking his optics off you. Even though it isn't his spike in your mouth, he's still unbelievably turned on by the sight.

And with the sight below, Onslaught and Blast Off, neither of them take too much longer to drain their tanks and shower you in their climaxes.

• Reaching out, you snatch the collar. “If you’re lying, I’m going to smack you,” you mutter. “What’s in it for you?” Because Swindle never does anything unless he gets something out of it. “Did you hide cameras in here?” And he looks genuinely offended, pressing a palm over his spark like you’ve wounded him. ‘So suspicious. Maybe I just want to do something nice for my best friend Brawl,’ Swindle says and you just stare at him. ‘Okay. He’s been unbearable lately after that last mission went sideways, so I need you to frag him senseless so he’ll go back to being slightly less annoying.’ And that, you can at least believe.

• Optics narrowing, Brawl growls as he glances from Vortex to Swindle and Blast Off. Just hanging out in the hallway near the door to their shared habsuite. “Do I even want to know?” He growls and Swindle grins at him, pointing at the door. ‘Got a present for you big guy,’ Swindle says and Brawl vents as he shoves past, letting himself in and hearing the door shut behind him. Because the last time Vortex had ‘surprised’ him, he’d found the other Combaticons had been daring you to do shots of vodka until you were a miserable, sick mess. If these slagheads have done something to you, he’s going to make them suffer. And he freezes spotting you sprawled among thick furs and pillows wearing something very lacy and revealing.

• Face heating as he just stares, you decide you’re going to kill Swindle. “What are you wearing?” He rumbles, loud voice rough as he approaches your little nest on his berth. And he reaches, servos fisting the furs near your hip as he leans over you, still full size. With his visor and battle mask, there’s no telling what he’s thinking. A servo of his other hand sliding from the collar at your neck down your torso stopping just short of where you want him to touch as he vents. “This for me?”

• Staring at your soft skin decorated in delicate lace that doesn’t actually hide anything, he leans closer, battle mask retracting to brush his lips against your neck and shoulder. Your belly. Venting against your skin. Watching you spread your thighs slightly for him. “Your favorite toy is feeling neglected,” you whisper. Shuddering at that word with a mix of arousal and embarrassment, because he hadn’t admitted that little fantasy to anyone. Fragging Swindle had probably snooped in his mind while they’d been combined into Bruticus.

• “You’re not a toy,” he growls, sounding offended, before using a servo to nudge your thighs open. And you arch in surprise when his big glossa slides against you. Hear his rumbling snarl before he’s vaulting up with you and mass shifting. Reaching up you cup his face in your hands.

• “What if I wanted to be your toy tonight?” You ask, giving him permission to pretend you’re his little frag toy. “Though, if you’d wanted to play with me, all you had to do was ask.” Watching hungrily as you slide a hand down your body and his spike stirs. Aching to claim what you’re offering. “What do you want to do to me?”

Swindle tried to go through a random box just to see what he could find and Vortex had to smack him on the helm for it, lol. Blast Off is a bit prissy and tried to say some of your stuff really wasn’t good enough for you and you should replace them, to which Swin immediately tried to get you to make a deal with him for new things, it went nowhere but he still tries often. 

This base is loud. Like- extraordinarily loud all the damn time. They like to fight and spar randomly, brawls (ha-) breaking out in the middle of the common rooms everyday, shit gets smashed constantly. They just find it fun. It’s mostly Vortex, Brawl and Blast Off. Swindle doesn’t really physically fight as much, but boooy is he a shit talker. Onslaught only gets involved if he’s really having a fun time or if he needs to separate the others. Brawl bodyslams and Vortex likes to suplex lmao

Fighting isn’t the only noise. They play loud music too. You host a karaoke night and dear Primus did they go balls to the wall with it. They had a blast. Although they did get absolutely hammered during it. 

Sounds of metal working in the background often fill the base halls, repairing whatever damages they caused this week. Cackling laughter when one of them falls flat on their faceplate or aft.  Groaning and paying up for bets someone lost. Brawl accidentally broke down a door by forgetting to open it one time. This base just reeks of noise, lol. 

The interior design sense of this group needs work. Again, frat house. Swindle and Blast off value nice things for their various reasons. But the other three? If it works, it works. 

Vortex once decided to be nice and found you a human couch so you didn’t have to be uncomfortable. Nice! Thanks guy. Problem is, it’s the ugliest thing you’ve ever seen and you’re pretty certain bleaching your eyes and then setting the damn thing on fire still wouldn’t fix it. If you tell him, voice filled with laughter and no real malice, he’s still gonna pout, lol. 

There’s broken autobot badges on the wall, a dart board that’s torn to shit. The paint job is peeling on the ceiling and it’s literally repaired with scrap. A bunch of gigantic bean bags. 

They do bring you some human stuff without even asking though. An arcade machine Vortex stole cause he thought it was cool. Onslaught brought in some chairs and blankets for the common rooms. Blast off bought you a plant. He doesn’t know how to take care of it in the literal slightest but it’s basically your shared child now. He loves that little guy. Swindle buys human stuff all the time even if it’s random. They hung up a bunch of those little colorful string lights humans often have in their berths because Brawl said you’d feel more at home, aww. 

Speak of ‘aww’, these mechs spoil and protect you like it’s their job. Admittedly, Swindle does most of the materialistic spoiling, bringing you random things he thinks you’d like simply cause he can. Don’t ask who or where he got it from. “A good con never shares their secrets!- or whatever the frag humans say.” 

Brawl would literally rip anyone apart for you. If someone makes you even mildly uncomfortable it’s a battle just to get him to not rip their helm off. Human, bot, he doesn’t care. He likes destruction but he’s not okay with someone hurting you. 

Vortex is a hardaft, at first acting all tough and honestly a bit tsundere until he warmed up to you. It was all for show anyhow. He offers to take you on flights with him now. He is happy to indulge in his expertise of interrogation if someone upsets you. Please stop him-

Blast Off is a gossip buddy. Talks shit and often Swin joins. He will absolutely tell you if something or someone isn’t good enough for you. He’s the best to watch shows with too, btw. He gets super invested and will let you lay on him while you watch, commenting on the actors and story telling throughout. Yes of course he brings popcorn cmon are you crazy? 

Onslaught is the team leader and he embodies that. He’s very protective of you, they all are. Ons is the most likely to be your shoulder to lean on. He’s not as destructive as the others, though probably still more than Swindle but that’s only if he gets mad. He actually enjoys hearing you rant while he’s working because it helps him not feel super bored. He’s a good listener. Pretty calm all things considered but will literally put a hole through someone if he finds out they hurt you. 

They take care of their little human. Need a ride to work? They’ll handle it. Need help putting together a new piece of furniture or something? Consider it done. Boss pissing you off? You’ve got five massive mechs offering to ice the guy, please tell them no- 

They listen to you, which is already surprising because they hardly listen to each other unless they’re fighting other bots. Then they work like a seamless team, absolutely and 100% in sync. It’s a crazy switch to see. 

They actually got really good at not talking over you. Their much louder voices make that pretty difficult so it took some time but now you’re as seen and heard as anyone else. You’re part of the team and they kind of need you to feel sane. You provide them a place that resembles home and that’s not something any of them are willing to let go of. They would never force you into anything though, other than like, sleeping when you need to or taking a break from work, lol. 

Brawl is clingy. He’s the type to flop in your lap randomly or pull you into his just cause he wants contact. For a mech known for his destruction, he sure looks a lot like a big ol teddy bear when he does that. 

Onslaught let’s you lay on his lap if you want, Vortex will NOT let you touch his rotors because they could cut you it’s because they’re sensitive. Blast Off always asks to touch your hair because he thinks the texture is nice. Swindle also flops in your lap and just immediately starts blabbering about his day without so much as a greeting lol. 

Cooking??? Babe they don’t eat human food let alone cook any Cybertronian cuisine. However, they are fascinated watching you cook and they try any food you offer them. Onslaught and Blast off are the only ones who take normal fucking bite sizes, the other three literally take half the sandwich every time. Vortex thinks it’s funny, Brawl doesn’t mean to and Swin is a gremlin. Vortex will offer to give it back. Blast off is the most hesitant to try human food and drinks, he just doesn’t think he’ll like them but he’s been pleasantly surprised. 

Yes they will ask you to cook for them on special occasions but they’ll help. Dishes? Done, also some are broken whoops. Need someone to chop the vegetables? On it but they might look like a toddler did it, still tastes fine though. 

Look, they like you, but that won’t stop them from digging through your snack stash. “Onslaught will restock- pssh, it’s fine!” Punch them. They deserve it. Don’t break your fist though. Vortex is the resident medic and he finds pain funny so- Swindle buys some wild vintage alcohol though so that’s cool. 

Playing video games with these mechs is fun. Mario Kart? They’re screaming. “THAT IS NOT WHAT DRIFTS ARE LIKE!” “FUCK THIS GAME!” “THATS IT- BRAWL, WE’RE FIGHTING NOW” Super smash bros is a common one too, just as bad. They will start physically fighting. 

Monopoly is banned. Onslaught had to literally throw out the board because Swindle kept winning and nearly got his head ripped off, he was talking shit the entire time too, cackling his aft off even while getting the scrap beat out of him by Vortex and Brawl lmao 

They’re all way too good at shooter games, it’s unsettling. They’ve got sixth senses, can shoot through walls and smokes perfectly, land shots from 100+ yards away like it’s nothing, etc. They all immediately switch into military mode on comms too. What a sight to see, lol. They’ll carry you if you bottom frag, tease you a bit, but if you do well? They’re all over it, literally screaming with glee lmao they’re so proud especially if you’re better than them 

Brawl is the most likely to just knock on your berth door and ask to nap there. Just likes the comfort, but sometimes has violent dreams/nightmares and wakes up in the middle of recharge. He won’t hurt you, but he might hold you extra tight to his chassis. Please remind him you need oxygen because he does not know his own strength. 

Onslaught and Vortex and both going to remind you to take breaks and get sleep. Vortex is also incredibly likely to just chuck snacks at you randomly, silently and then just walks off. 

Blast Off just walks straight into your berth to hang out. Like he lives there. “Haven’t you heard of knocking?” “I think we’re past knocking.” “I don’t???”

They don’t let you take part in the gruesome parts of their work, especially Vortex and Brawl. You’re not seeing that, period. Onslaught might let you help with datapad work if you want, it’s nice to have help. Swindle and Blast off try to pawn their work off lol. Vortex is the second most likely to actually do his datapad work after Onslaught. Will let you sit with him quietly and appreciates just working in the same space. 

They’re all very likely to hype you up, just in their own ways. Onslaught is honest and calm. Swindle finds giving praise to be second nature. Vortex is straightforward and smooth. Brawl is sweet and really doesn’t understand why you need hype, have you seen yourself? Blast Off is the best at giving genuinely advice. Yes, that shirt looks good untucked, I think this color suits you. That sort of thing. 

Self indulgent but I really think they’d all be head patters. Greeting you? Head pat. Going to bed? Goodnight head pat. Said something funny? Affectionate head pat. 

Most of them are the type to just grab something off a shelf for you and hand it to you without saying anything, like it’s second nature. Also the type to “politely” take something out of your hands to finish it for you. Like chores or work. 

They’re each affectionate in their own way too. Aside from the head patting. Brawl likes to hug you and hold you close to his chassis. He smashes his cheek against the top of your head and vents, lol. He will recharge right there he does not care. 

Swindle will let you sit on his lap or on his knee, showing you new valuables he’d acquired while he works. Swin calls you babe, like all the time. Likely to just throw an arm over your shoulders and stay that way. 

Onslaught let’s you sleep on him if you don’t want to be alone. Also let’s you sit on his desk next to him and just chat. Will lean back in his chair with his arms behind his helm while you ramble away. Also let’s you sit in his lap if you want. 

Blast Off will play with your hair or fingers, they’re so tiny compared to his. Likes to lay his helm in your lap, and especially likes when you scratch his helm. He will literally start purring, engine revving the entire time. 

Vortex pinches you, smooshes your cheeks together with one of his servos, and honestly will probably bite you. Not probably, definitely. Also very likely to tug you closer to him by your clothes randomly and catch you, pressing you against him while giggling like a little maniac. If you do touch his rotors he’s not letting you move for a while. Yes he purrs just like Blast Off.

If you ever pursue a romantic relationship with any of them/all of them just know that if you thought you couldn’t be more spoiled you’re about to be proven so so wrong. It increases ten fold. Also their protectiveness increases too. 

Swindle and Blast off are the least outwardly protective, but they’re still not strangers to laying a servo on your back or standing between you and another bot if they feel you’re not entirely safe or respected. Swin will blackmail anybody to keep you safe. His threats are feared by many many bots. 

Onslaught exercises restrain, but if someone seriously makes you uncomfortable or has you feeling unsafe, his ability to restrain himself dwindles greatly. You can see the mesh under his plating flex because he’s holding back from just decking the bot. 

Vortex and Brawl will just straight up ask you in front of whoever’s bugging you if it’s cool for them to beat the slag out of em. They do not care. They have no chill. Someone bothers you? Makes you uncomfortable? These two are the most physically protective by far. And also the least likely to restrain themselves. 

Now when it comes to jealousy- wooo boy. 

Onslaught is the least jealous, honestly whether it’s platonic or romantic he’s the most self assured. He’s the most conjunx material in that regard but also just a good bestie to have. He doesn’t get fussy about you spending time with others and he’ll only intervene if he senses you’re uncomfortable with whoever is talking to you. He cherishes the time he gets with you though, so he might laugh a bit when he pins you under his chassis instead of letting you go. He won’t keep you though if you really wanna go, he’d probably even drop you off if you wanted. He’s chill. 

Vortex and Swindle are both not super jealous, they’ve got a level of confidence in themselves and you that just means they don’t really think about it. You’re hanging out with other bots? Shrug. As long as you’re safe they have no reason to worry. That said, they may get impatient to see you and have you to themselves. If you’re uncomfortable with whoever is talking to you, and Primus forbid they flirt with you, then they’ll step in and probably be pretty rude to the bot lmao. These two are known for their forked glossas, words are their strong suit. They’ll make sure the bot knows not to mess with you again, period. 

Brawl definitely feels jealousy, but it’s the clingy protective kind. If you’re safe, he more so just misses you. Jealous that he can’t have more time with you. He won’t say anything about it though, just appreciates his time with you by pulling you in to cuddle for hours, lol. If you’re uncomfortable with someone you’re probably gonna have to tell him to chill so he doesn’t start a fight. Not that it’s much of fight, that poor other bot is about to quickly figure out why his name is Brawl, and then promptly meet Primus, lmao. 

Blast Off is the most likely to feel jealous but it’s just because he doesn’t want to be lonely and kinda has low self esteem that he poorly masks with arrogance. He’s not anything extreme, a simple hug and some reassurance is really all he needs, but if you praise him? He’s preening, nuzzles into you with a “yeah I know-“ and a big >:) on his face. 

When it comes to how they show affection, they each have their own preferences. Brawl is very physical. Wants to hold you, let you sit on his shoulder, cuddle you or have you in his lap. 

Onslaught and Vortex prefer quality time. Just chillin in the same space is good enough for them, but having contact with you is nice. Lean on their arm or lay in their lap while you read or do whatever and they’re happy. 

Onslaught also appreciates acts of service, especially if you’re offering to help him with planning or datapad work.

Swindle prefers gift giving, who coulda guessed. He loves showering you in presents, likes to see your reactions and hear your sweet thanks. 

Blast Off prefers words of affirmation. He’s got self confidence issues, and he never wants you to feel that way ever, so he lays the praise on thick. Tells you how much he cares and how much you mean to him constantly. 

Again, all of this can be romantic or platonic in my opinion! 

Celebrating holidays and birthdays is super fun with these mechs. Once you explain certain holidays to them, they’re all over it. Birthdays especially. You’re waking up to decorations and someone bought a cake and you aren’t gonna ask how they got it. 

Weirdly enough, they come to enjoy the calmness of holidays. It’s nice to just have fun, maybe spar a bit, eat some food and not worry about work. None of them really enjoy working anyway, and prefer to just chill all day like a bunch of frat boys lmao. It’s nice just getting to hang out on the couch or bean bags and play Mario kart or something, engex and energon being passed around and yes they make sure you have snacks too. Of course they do cmon now. 

Overall, living with them is super fun. Never a dull moment. Yes, someone is going to just waltz in one day with a pipe lodged in their chassis, but that’s normal round here. Swindle getting death threats? Eh, that’s just Tuesday. Brawl broke another table by simply standing up? Typical. Onslaught barely masking his headache? The headache has a name and it’s name is the Combaticons. 

They’re protective, rowdy, loud and love to fight. But they like you, and you’re part of the team now<3 

Bonus! How I see these little goblins, the incredibly simplified version: 

Brawl: violent teddy bear

Vortex: tough guy act but softer but still likes violence, ya know? 

Blast Off: spoiled rich brat but softy with self esteem issues masked by arrogance

Onslaught: protective leader type but on a hair trigger 

Swindle: little shitty gremlin w grabby hands 

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Note: have anyone in particular you wanna see me write another roommates post for? Please lmk:) I had so much fun with this! 

Swindle vented air loudly through his systems, sighing boredly. Just like the other Combaticons, he was tired of being left behind on missions. It was almost like Megatron didn’t trust them, which was crazy, because it was he who had ordered their rescue from imprisonment, right? At least, that’s what he had told them on Cybertron after he had reprogrammed them to only follow his orders; none of the Combaticons would ever know any different.

“Where’s Vortex?” He asked, hoping that the insane bot might be good for a laugh.

“Probably off causing trouble,” Blast Off replied, checking himself out in the shiniest part of the chrome wall.

Onslaught hummed, making some notes after examining a slide under the microscope, “As long as I have some peace to finish my experiments for Lord Megatron, does it really matter where Vortex is?”

“GUYS, GUYS,” Vortex called out excitedly, running in. “YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED!”

Onslaught cursed his luck, knowing he would never finish his project with Vortex yelling like that.

“WHAT IS IT?!” Brawl roared huffily, eager to pick a fight with just about anyone that happened to be nearby, if it would distract him from his boredom.

“ORDERS FROM MEGATRON. GOOD ONES. REALLY, REALLY GOOD ONES. ALMOST AS GOOD AS BEING ATTACKED.”

None of them really understood why Vortex loved surprise attacks so much, but they at least understood his frame of reference for excitement.

“Megatron’s back?” Onslaught asked, thinking of his unfinished project.

“NO, BUT HE SENT LASERBEAK BACK WITH SOME ORDERS.”

“What’ve you got for us?” Swindle asked, already coming up with a scam that would make the others do his work for him if he didn’t like the job.

“There’s a human hostage in the holding cells. Megatron said we must not let the Autobots take it back at any cost.”

“A human?” Blast Off actually managed to look away from his reflection for a while. “That could be interesting, I suppose.”

“UGH!” Brawl exclaimed exasperatedly. “WHAT GOOD IS A HOSTAGE THAT YOU CAN’T FIGHT. I WANT A REALLY GOOD SCRAP.”

“Come on,” Onslaught said, leading the way to the holding cells; at the very least, he might get some interesting research done on human physiology and behaviour. At Onslaught’s word, they all headed down to see the prisoner, hoping to alleviate some boredom, if nothing else.

None of them knew what to expect since you were the first human they had seen outside of TV. As such, once they all got to the door, it was decided they shouldn’t alert you to their presence until they were sure of how best to guard you; that decision greatly annoyed Brawl who never hid from anything.

“Wow…” Blast Off whispered, “(S)he looks so…sad.”

The five bots fell silent, frowning as they each thought about their millions of years imprisoned with no hope of escape; it was torturous. No doubt, you were also suffering with nobody to talk to and no stimulus to keep you entertained. At least when the Combaticons were bored, they had each other to talk to; this just seemed cruel. Even Brawl was uncharacteristically quiet, thinking about the painful years of solitude in which nobody even spared him a thought.

Vortex stayed as quiet as he could for as long as he could, totalling a record time of two minutes and ten seconds of silence. After that, he bounced on into the room, “Hey human, how are you? Are you bored? I bet you’re bored; I would be bored in there.”

Onslaught and Blast Off face-palmed, while Swindle watched snickering, and Brawl rolled his optics at his team-mate’s stupidity.

You stood up upon seeing the Decepticon enter the room. He was one you had never seen before on any of your missions with the Autobots and you wondered what his personality was like compared to the other Decepticons.

“Hello,” You greeted openly.

“Hey,” Vortex beamed, surprised you weren’t like the other humans the Decepticons had discussed in front of the Combaticons; he had only ever heard Starscream saying how they were frightened of everything, including their own shadows.

“Are you new?” You asked, your curiosity outweighing your sense of danger as it always did. “I’ve never seen you before.”

“Me, new? That’s crazy,” Vortex guffawed. “I’m super old. You’re the new one.”

You chuckled, “Yes, I guess I am.”

“GUYS, GET IN HERE, IT’S FRIENDLY, AND FUNNY TOO.”

You watched the door as three other bots sheepishly made their way in, the fourth stomped in grumpily, making sure to make a lot of noise.

“Oh, are these your friends?”

It was Onslaught who answered, “We’re his team.”

“Yeah,” Blast Off laughed, “I’m the handsome one.”

You smiled, noticing they weren’t like the other Decepticons; at least these five talked to you. “And do you have a name or am I stuck calling you handsome?”

“I’m Blast Off, our fearless leader here is called Onslaught. This glitch-head is Vortex,” Vortex pointed to himself proudly, despite the insult. “This is-”

“I’m Swindle,” The bot replied, winking at you. “You need something, you come to me first. I can talk my way outta anything and everything.”

“And last but not least is Brawl.”

“AND I’M OUTTA HERE,” Brawl huffed, still wanting something to fight.

“Ah,” You smiled knowingly.

“WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?” Brawl demanded, hitting the bars of your cage.

“Hey, I meant nothing bad by it. I could just tell by your cool attitude that you’re the strong one of the group. Man, I bet you could take anyone in a fight.”

“Heh,” Brawl guffawed bashfully. “If you think I look strong now, you should see my alt-mode.” With that he transformed into a tank, showing off his bulk and strength by blasting a hole in the ceiling.

You couldn’t help but smiling at the display Brawl put on just for you. Soon enough, all the Combaticons were competing for your attention, turning into their various alt-modes and asking whose was best. Even the level-headed Onslaught couldn’t help admiring your tactful answers as you said what you liked best about each member of his unit, including himself.

There was no doubt that the five would have stayed and talked your ears off forever, had you not eventually fallen asleep. Watching you slumber so peacefully, sure they had put the smile on your face, each of the Combaticons felt joy warm their cores. In just one day you had become so precious to them and all because you listened to them more than any other Cybertronian ever had.

“Let us all admit that we are feeling the same thing for this organic,” Onslaught whispered, resting his helm against the bars of your cage.

The other bots murmured in agreement.

“Then let’s bust her out,” Brawl growled. “We have more than enough firepower to do it.”

“Yeah,” Blast Off agreed, “And nobody could look as good doing it as we could.”

Vortex started shaking excitedly, “Oooh, I sense a prison break coming on, just like the human movie, Impossible Mission.”

“It was Mission Impossible, you dolt.”

Onslaught sighed, “You’re forgetting that we’ve got direct orders from Megatron to make sure (s)he doesn’t escape.”

“Do we though?” Swindle asked mischievously. “As far as I’m aware, our orders were to ‘make sure the Autobots don’t take her at any cost.’ I don’t see any Autobots here, do you?”

Onslaught considered that momentarily; Swindle really could find a loophole in anything. “Well…as long as we are all in agreement.”

As if in response, the team started their combined transformation into Bruticus, leaving room for Onslaught to join in. He did so happily, feeling the freedom and power that came with combining.

“Bruticus rescue (Y/N),” The now giant bot said monosyllabically. “(Y/N) belongs to Bruticus now.”

You had long since gotten over the shock of being kidnapped for the second time that day; it helped that your new-found captor was actually the five Combaticons you had met earlier that night. All the same, you weren’t sure what was going to happen next and it seemed that Bruticus didn’t either.

“So,” You wondered how to broach your next question, “Where do we go from here?”

Bruticus shrugged his shoulders, then lowered his servo to let you down onto the beach shore. “Bruticus don’t know. What human want to do?”

“I- Hmm… I’d like to thank you for the heroic rescue.”

Bruticus’ fans started blasting in what you had come to know as a Cybertronian blush.

“And I would like to invite you to come and visit me in my home whenever you want… even though we’re really far away from it right now.”

“Not far for Bruticus. I can take you home right now.”

“Really?” You half laughed. “You would do that for me?”

“Yes, Bruticus like new friend.”

You weren’t sure how to react to that. To be perfectly honest, you were wondering exactly what you had said or done to make the Combaticons like you so quickly. If you could make the other Decepticons like you just as much then maybe you could make life a lot easier for the Autobots in the process. Either way, you were glad you weren’t a hostage anymore, though you still had no idea quite how enamoured the Combaticons had become with you in just one night. Humans had a word for how the Combaticons felt about you; they were smitten.