#constructicons x reader

• Rumbling warily as he adjusts his grip on you, Bonecrusher growls when he recognizes Overlord. Chasing a human. And he hears Scavenger start growling a warning, too. “Hey!” You yell and he vents when the other human runs toward you. “Oh,” you murmur, stumbling back a step when Overlord swings your way, too. Doesn’t know the word you say next as you retreat with them, but your field prickles through him with your fear.

• Snarling at Overlord to back off in their own language as the miniature jet circles and the other human grabs your arm when Overlord dives at both humans, Hook tenses. And the stranger is trying to hide behind you to his annoyance. Feels the aggravation of the others building, rumbling growing louder. Barely leashed aggression spinning him tight. Before he’s reaching for Scrapper, grabbing the other Constructicon.

• Swatting at the tiny jet as it swoops and dives at your face, you’ve unlocked a new fear. Thinking of all the stupid videos you’ve seen of people accidentally flying drones into their own faces, you try to not drop any of your mechs as you fend off whoever this new alien is. And Bonecrusher pushes off of you, hitting the ground right before they’re all letting go. Then combining. Though it loses something when they end up only a foot taller than you are.

There was greed and then there was whatever had sunk it’s digits deep into their frames.

It had started when Mixmaster made some highgrade and had started drinking it with Bonecrusher and you.

Well, you’d elected to watch in case the composition was wrong and then they’d need Hook rushed over to them. But it hadn’t happened and they got overcharged, and Bonecrusher got up to to grab some normal energon from the canteen. Gone for only a couple klicks.

And Mixmaster told you about what they’d wanted to do to you.

What they’d all fantasized about about at least once.

How they wanted to spike you as Devastator.

Bonecrusher came back into their habsuite and you asked “If it was true-?”

Bonecrusher went directly for Mixmaster after you’d clarified. Violence assured just as simply.

And you said you’d “be fine with trying if it would be safe anyway.” Making them both freeze mid grapple to stare at you mouths agape.

It took a lot of checking, making sure you were even large enough for the task to even be a maybe. But your larger frame class size seemed to make you just large enough to “Possibly take Devastator’s spike without long lasting damage with training and preparation” As Hook said. You being bigger than any of them was something they all liked- something they liked a lot. So being bigger- even huge compared to you while interfacing for once was something they’d always fantasized about.

Because it was supposed to be a charge filled fantasy.

But after a lot of training, toys Scrapper made, getting you to take part of Devastator’s glossia. Then eventually one of their digits- only then working up to taking two completely. Your valve stretched and stuffed fuller than they’d every filled you before already. Feeling you clench down on their digits when you overloaded made them have to fight to let you out of their grip- once the training time was up for the day.

Then they spiked you finally after months of planning- and their fantasies couldn’t even measure up to what the reality actually was.

You gasping and panting and throbbing around the girth of their spike, optics so bright and optic ridge creased. Him being able to easily hold you with one servo while you were squeezing down on them. The bulge their spike made in your metal from how over sized it was compared to your own size class, and the spikes you were supposed to be taking with your frame. And they stared down at where you were in their grasp- your metal bulging out very noticeably so- And the charge settles into his multiple fuel tanks so thick, it feels like it might bubble over into his other internals at any moment.

It’s not until after the interfacing and they’ve separated again to make sure you’re okay- You on your back huffing and panting- fans loud with a small paunch in your metal that was still left over while their transfluid slowly spilled out of you. And you laughed in an overcharged daze and said you might be sparked after that.

And they didn’t know then- but every single one of them felt the hot rush of charge that the idea caused, making their already warm frames burn all over again. They then all, rightfully assumed, they’d be in for it on their next mind meld.

Only pleasant surprise-! They realized they were all on the same page without talking to each other. It just made them more determined. All of them asking Hook when they’d know for sure if you’d been sparked. It would be a couple weeks to know for sure- and then Hook checked to see if you were sparked. You chuckled and also agreed you should probably be sure on that- letting Hook examine you and test.

You weren’t sparked. And they were actually disappointed by the news. Realizing for sure they did really want you sparked and carrying for them was- something. They couldn’t even be mad at each other because they’d all had the same arousal chugging up their fuel tanks after spiking you as Devasator.

Then Scrapper just said they could try again.

And they all realized he was right.

Next time he had the chance alone with you, Scavenger was on his knees and fragging begging you to let them spike you again as Devastator.

Long Haul kicked him in the back and send him to the ground for the display. But as pathetic as it was, it actually worked and you said you’d let them spike you again. (The rest of them never thought they’d be grateful for Scavenger being a pleading embarrassment but they were.)

So now they’re here- again as Devastator sitting on his aft, his spike tip kissing the entrance of your soaked valve. Already prepped by them thoroughly all over again.

Devastator huffed and pulled you closer against the tip. Your valve mesh parting further at the insistence. He held you firm so they would actually spike you and not slip and rut against your spike (and entire front) instead. And you cursed when he actually got his spike to slip inside. He started properly sliding you down- and down- a few stops when you’d asked for them. Till They eventually had you back where you were before.

Gasping, panting, faceplate tinting, bright optics- while your servos gripped at their digits where they were resting against your frame.

The now small quivering grip of yours (that should have been barely registering as sensation due to the size difference you’d had) felt almost inescapable. As ridiculous and even impossible as it seemed the feeling was still there. Coupled together by your valve fluttering around their spike, like a cute suggestion to the situation this was.

To the position he had you in.

You weren’t leaving here till they wanted to put you down. It wasn’t something you’d be able to physically squirm your way out of if they didn’t let you.

The bulge in your metal their spike made was still right where it had been last time. Your frame compromising to take the size of it.

They thought about the bulge being because you’d been sparked and started showing instead.

Their spike throbbed inside of you and you hissed in a vent through your denta. Your frame flexing then relaxing followed by a deep vent. Condensation dripping down your plating from the temperature your frame was running at. Your grip flexed a touch and you pried your optics open to look up at them. “Move?” You questioned- didn’t ask as your em field brushing against their servo asked instead. Questioning and curious-

But undeniably wanting- urging-!

Devastator growled, his engines all giving a rev in response in agreement- He needed to spark you- needed to frag you- needed you full with enough of their transfluid that there wouldn’t be any chance of you not being sparked.

So Devasator pulled you back off their spike, slow but sure until they pulled you back down. You moaned softly- quiet as his spike slowly dragged back out of your hole, your valve now soaked further with their own pre lubricants his spike kept spilling in his own excitement.

So he kept pulling you up and forcing his spike back where it had been- bulging your middle back out every single time they did- again and again. The sight only making two of his engines start purring in delight when his speed eventually picked up.

You moaned and called his designation. Your own spike now softly bouncing against your own metal- dripping your own pre lubricants over the front of your frame. The hot drag of your valve opening back up to take them again had Devasator’s plating twitching. You took them good- Took them perfect. He already knows you can take their transfluid just as perfectly- So he knows you can take their sparklings just the same.

Devasator drags in a long deep vent and he starts letting himself buck just a bit when you reach the base of his spike every pull back down. You twitch around them and curse while he keeps forcing your valve back open to take what it really shouldn’t be equip for taking. You were theirs-! Theirs and that ‘ment you were made to take them-! But you took them all perfectly- Even took him perfectly-! You put the effort in to make sure you could pleasure him too-!

Devasator has to grit his jaw when the charge zaps through his chassis. His engines stall and he bottoms out as much as he’s allowed. While his spike throbs, as pump after pump of their transfluid is being dumped right into your waiting valve and gestation tank. You flex in their grip again with a sharp curse. A Whine coming out of you when you start throbbing around them too-! Your spike spills your own transfluid over your own front when you overload to the feeling of getting their transfluid stuffed into you.

He relaxes and then you do- panting in hot vents- Your middles a bit paunch again as your frame struggled to accommodate the sizable load they just pumped into you. But it did accommodate while only some slipped out of where his spike was still buried inside of you.

You only gasped and vented till you eventually quieted down.

And that’s when Devastator let his other servo come up to wrap around his other and also around your frame. Against your back with his other too, because they wanted to see you- see your expressions.

He vented slow and was steady when he pulled you back off his spike length. Till only the tip was still inside of you.

You cried out in shock when he only shoved his spike back inside of you- it making a sloppy sound when some of their transfluid was forced out of your valve to make more room to take his spike once more.

You shouted obscenities when his pace quickly picked back up to the almost unforgiving one as before. (They wouldn’t break you- They wouldn’t!)

“What-!?” You cursed and gasped, grasping them harshly while you kept taking what they gave you. What they needed you to take-! “Devasator-!?”

“One more-! One more-!” He gritted out and bounced you on their spike with a purpose- They needed you to take another one of their overloads-! You could do that!

You conceded with a loud noise that devolved into you holding onto him as he dragged you through another session of basically getting used as their toy! You were theirs- You wanted to take them! You wanted to make him feel good-!

And they wanted you overloading while they stuffed you full of their transfluid again!

Devastator could feel more charge start building back under his plating just as fast. You being turned into a mess in their grip- turning into a mess for them, was making it build quicker. Your plating tense but loose enough he could still see those sensitive pieces of yours through the gaps. Bright- bright optics either screwed shut or barely able to open. While you were getting fragged the hardest you must be in your entire function-! The noises that came out of you while you could only hold on and take it- take them-! You started begging- Pleading.

“Please- Please-!” Your frame tried to flex even more but his grip on you prevented it- “Please-! Please-” Your em field was practically popping against his digit joints from the treatment they were putting you through. Your spike spilling more of your transfluid onto your chassis when he forced your second overload right out of you.

His engines revved and he pulled you back down just the same as before- pumping more transfluid right inside of your valve. Filling you to the brim as more of his transfluid overflowed and poured down from where you were still seated on his spike.

They groaned when they watched as your middle distended more than it already had been.

The panting and soft sounds of fans filled the air alongside his engines all purring low inside him.

Devastator slowly pulled you back off his spike- You groaned as he did it. Their spike tip pulling out of you with a wet squelch. You sighed loudly when more of their transfluid almost immediately started spilling out of your currently gaped valve and onto the ground. Your hole fluttered over nothing; unsure on closing after the amount of time he’d had his spike buried down almost to the hilt in you.

A part of him wanted to pull you up to his mouth and shove his glossia back into your valve and taste them all over your insides. The other parts of himself dismissed the thought, because it would be a waste of transfluid. Transfluid they wanted to stay inside Your hips lightly twitching at their petting of your already overworked equipment.

And maybe Devasator softly tilted your top half back just a little in their servos, so less of their transfluid would spill out of you so quickly.

When Hook checked a few weeks later he came with a curse and the negative that they’d failed to spark you again.

They groaned and cursed- But Scrapper reminded them yet again-

That they just had to try again.

And they knew he was right. They needed to try again and make sure it takes this time around. You still liked making them feel good- They did do.

They might just have to have you overloading yourself incoherent on their spike next time to make sure this time was a success.

Divider support credit: @/cursed-carmine

Art Credit: @/David Nakayma

You stroke his curiosity in every way, the combiner often never thinks about other bots or even really cares about them. Devastator likes to... well, devastate. He has no other passions or functions, he's merely the extension will of his individual component mechs. Perhaps one of his components like you a lot, but whatever be the case...

The feeling has him on edge. He can barely focus on the fight as Megatron yells orders from the background. Devastator catches his optics lingering on you and it costs him, every stolen glace costs him in the form of a punch right into his face. Defensor isn't backing down one bit here as he finds himself strangely drawn to you.

But... If he takes care of this big oaf in front of him, he may be able to observe you closer. Closer than you'd like. So its what he tries, the fighting is fierce and Megatron seems pleased with Devastator's performance.

And the moment he's done with Defensor with a fierce blow right into his helm, the gestalt now fractured into his many component mechs, Devstator has his visor flashing your way. You don't seem to notice though, far too engrossed in... His optics zoom in to catch a better look of your status fighting...

Only to see that you were getting your aft handed to you miserably. Jazz was giving you tons of trouble and the moment he registered that you were being hurt, a strange anger swelled up in his spark. Devastator is used to rage, but seeing Jazz's servos on your frame as he manages to wrestle you and pin you down irks him in a way he's never felt before.

Far too engrossed getting you in his servos, Megatron's further commands are being drowned out— Devastator is done with his part anyway so all of his leader's words enter one audial and leaving the other as his words feel like a blur. Jazz is quick to notice Devastator but by then its too late, the combiner's servo swats the mech off of you like he's a mere fly, catching you off-guard.

You look up to see the combiner, the pesky Earth-sun messing with your optical sensor as you look up and you feel... annoyed. You had that under control!

"I could've dealt with that myself, you big lug!" You hiss out, immediately standing up. You don't seem very interested as to why Devastator even came to given how angry Megatron sounds in the background. You bare your denta at him and Devastator finds it... cute. You talk as if Jazz wouldn't have had a clear shot at snuffing your spark. And the way you look up to him, trying to be all defiant despite being so tiny compared to the behemoth that is Devastator... It amuses him.

With a snarky smile and a snicker, Devastator's servos are quick to grab you up. Your little optics widening as he brings you closer to his face, to 'observe' like he said and he can feel the fear in your EM field for a second. All bark and no bite, it seems. The combiner cackles as he holds you firmly in servos.

"Cute." He remarks with a face that looks like he could eat you.

"...EXCUSE ME!?" And there it is, that fear all gone, as if he couldn't crush all your internal systems like a garbage compactor with the way you're held in his servos— You're angry at him. He can see how your plating puffs, your EM field lighting up with sparks of anger he's all too familiar with.

That was the solar cycle Devastator decided that he likes having you in his servos to annoy.

After that weird experience, you find yourself being trapped in Devastator's servos more often. He'd hold you in his giant servo, bring you up to his face, and then mock you like he got some sort of sick sadistic pleasure from seeing you all riled up. And he did because he thought it was the cutest thing in the world.

You find yourself weary of Devastator, tempted to ask the Constructicons what the hell was up with the big guy. Devastator is an aft but more like in a 'weapon of mass destruction' way and not in the 'insufferable bully' way. You're bullied enough by your so-called comrades and the last person you expect it from was Devastator. Would've hurt if you hadn't gotten used to being around afts all the time... Blitzwing is on your case all the time, Skywarp won't leave you alone, Starcream is Starscream and then there's Hook, Hook might've been the only 'alright' mech as far as your assessments went. He's even been a lot more friendlier to you lately...

Ever since that incident, you find the Constructicons have been warming up to you a lot more than they usually do. Hook is the one mech you see the most considering he's a medic and you have a skill for getting yourself hurt on the battlefield— His bedside manners improve greatly when you have to visit the medbay. Something you've gotten used to considering you're not very strong.

But you are very arrogant. Something Devastator seems to like, which ends up being something the six of them seem to like. You don't back down or allow your weakness to define you. Far from it. You try to get stronger, by either sparring or practicing and its working so far. They find it oddly inspiring. Long Haul and Bonecrusher have even volunteered to help you out with battle training! Scavenger often watches, choosing to stand there as moral support.

They've also been real helpful at giving you knowledge about weapons. Scrapper helps sharpen your sword, telling you how to properly take care of such carefully crafted weaponry. As a craftsmech, he knows a good sword when he sees it. Mixmaster recommended using some of the chems he's synthesized, incorporate them into your fighting style as long-range shots and the idea really appealed to you.

You honestly didn't expect this sudden friendliness from them, and are even hesitant about it. But their disarmingly charming smiles make you second-guess your doubts. Maybe they... want to see you become stronger?

Either way, it makes you feel welcome around them and you've been hanging out around them way too often. To the point where Mixmaster has appointed you as an 'honorary constructicon'.

You're not sure what to feel about being welcomed like this. But hey, at least your other comrades will stop to think twice before they bother you.

You're theirs without even realizing it.

"The constructicons are friendly to me... I wonder why Devastator isn't..." You think as the six of them hide behind a pillar watching you with a mixed bag of thoughts. Some of them... don't really like you but the gestalt bond has them pining for you hard regardless of what their opinion about you was before.

Devastator likes seeing you struggle in fight, and he likes the sight of energon splattered on your frame. It makes him feel... odd. A good kind of odd. But at the same time, the very thought of another mech's servos on your frame makes his servos twitch. Whether its Autobot or Decepticon. Its unlike him to be protective but he can't hold back the urges.

But recently, you've been holding your own a lot better in a fight. And it makes him feel... almost proud. But his childishness always leads him to do the usual— Keeping you in his servos and bringing you close to his gargantuan face. Devastator finds that he now enjoys the warmth in his servo when he holds you like a doll, the way your EM field brushes against his metal plating... and not to mention how much bolder you've gotten around Devastator. Coming up with your own snarky retorts that sometimes upsets him, but he tries to keep calm.

It might not look like it but despite your weaknesses, you're probably one of the only mechs to talk to him with such boldness. It entices him in a way. You're giving him genuine company. As a combiner, his conversations with other's are often limited— Destroy and uncombine. Its how its always been but he enjoys these talks with you. A lot. You oddly remind him of his own situation considering how isolated you are and he isn't quite sure what to feel about that, it honestly makes him feel protective over you. Despite your sharp glossa making him want to throw you into the sun.

But the big bot gets back at you by laughing when something unfortunate happens to you. Revelling in the loss of your aura and enjoying any chance he gets to humiliate you. Some debris falls on your helm and all of a sudden, he's laughing his aft off. Which then leaders to a very nervous Scavenger apologizing on the behalf of Devastator.