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Cliffjumper grunts when your weight actually fully settles on himself. And Sunstreakers asking him if he can't handle the size difference between you two- like pit Cliffjumper can't! This was- practically nothing! It's also less humiliating than sitting in your lap! When you try to get off him, Cliffjumper actually grabs you by your hips and pulls you back down on him. Because he's fine! This is nothing. He's not weak enough for something like this to bother him! Cliffjumpers glaring at Sunstreaker over the side of your frame. The lamborghini just scoffs and goes to his own seat. Cliffjumper's scowl stays on his faceplate till after Skyfire actually starts flying for a while.

You're heavy, yeah, no slag. You were above his size class, and it was really obvious with you sitting on him like this. With all your weight resting on his pelvis and the front of his chassis. His cheek basically resting on your back plating, when Skyfire says to get ready for turbulence since they need to go through a thunderstorm. So Cliffjumpers' whole frame nearly bounces with you when Skyfires frame shakes. His cheek scraping on your back plating and his thighs scraping on the bottom of your own. When your weight comes back downwards this time Cliffjumper grunts and has to bite back an embarrassing sound when your aft grinds down on his modesty panel.

And Cliffjumpers optics brighten, and his plating fluffs as much as it can with you pressing down on half of it. Oh, slag. Ohhhhh, slag no. Cliffjumper barely has the time to realize what was happening before another jolt makes you both buck up. Your frame comes back against his own yet again and its making his array want to become active just like that. Okay- don't panic. Do not panic. Cliffjumper is now hyper aware of how he's practically clinging to your frame and his servos twitch when he realizes how hard he's gripping you. Don't think about it-! Cliffjumper forces his plating to lax as much as it can and his servos to hold you light.

When you arrive, he gasps audibly when your weight finally leaves him properly, and you ask if he's okay. "Yeah! Definitely- why the frag wouldn't I be-?!" Hound's giving him a look, obviously wondering what's gotten Cliffjumper so heated. And Whatever-!

He's stuck thinking about you pressing against him for the rest of the day. Cliffjumper nearly screams when the memory still plagues his processor when he spots you the day after.

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In this case, Brawn is actually the one who comes up with the idea. But he says it more to be an aft than actually expecting you to agree to the idea. Your frame unexpectedly thunking down on top of him has his servos latching onto your waist. Because what did you think you were doing-!? But you just say he offered, so you were taking the offer. Trailbreaker laughs and asks him if he can't handle the size difference between you two- and Brawn laughs at the thought. Brawn has fought off multiple seekers with nothing but his servos. Your sparkdamn weight was practically nothing to him!

It actually isn't that bad considering his own bulk and strength. It was mostly just being pressed more into his seat. Skyfire warns he's going to have to take a sharp turn due to flight traffic and to hold on. The turn is sharper than a sparkdamn blade and makes you rock forward more, than back even harder. Your back pressing flat against the front of his chassis. His servos grip onto your waist and chassis where he can reach as his fuel tank gets sloshed with the rest of him. When Skyfire straightens back out, you pull off his front, and your weight resettled right down on his lap. And Brawn lately realizes how you're basically riding him right now.

Well, not basically. You were riding him. Aft on his lap and modesty panel. Thighs on top of Brawn's own. Brawn can feel his optic ridge raise, and his mouth sets sideways when he realizes it. He makes his grip on your frame loosen so he doesn't dent his digit pads right into you. Didn't wanna be giving you those just from a little trip around in Skyfire. You rock against his panel firm when Skyfire tilts, and Brawn half entertains the thought of purposely grinding back against you. He dismisses it just as quick. It's not like you knew what thoughts you were accidentally putting in his helm. But Brawn does let his optics wonder over the curve of your spinal strut and lower back for the rest of the trip.

When you get there and peel yourself off of him, you ask if you squished him too much. "Huh? Hardly! Takes more than a little bit of weight to take ol' Brawn down. It was like you were barely there."

Though the curve of your spinal strut and the feeling of your waist under his servos was... probably going to be sticking in Brawn's processor a bit longer than the sparkdamn trip.

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Bumblebee's servos fly onto your hips instinctively when your weight settles on his thighs and pelvis. You ask if he's okay or if you should try him in your lap instead-? And no- no. Bumblebee was fine. He's fine. It's totally fine. He wasn't completely fragile or anything. Sure, you were- a bit heavier than him. But he could totally do this for the duration of the trip. You tell him you'll try and keep most your frame weight on your legs so you don't crush him. And he's humming in confirmation so his words don't come out strained.

He tries to keep his thoughts busy so he doesn't think too hard about how you're kinda squishing him against the chair. Skyfire says to watch for bumps since the winds picking up fast. And It's innocent, and you barely shift against him to just- adjust your weight when Skyfire jolts. Bumblebee is suddenly very aware of how your aft is kinda sorta settled on his modesty panel. He swallows and actually takes in the position you two are in. His servos on your hips- your aft on his panel- your frame weight fully on him. Oh- no! Oh no. Bumblebee can feel his array try becoming active, and he's praying to Primus it doesn't fully wake up. His plating twitching and his optics brightening more than they should be.

Bumblebee was going to have to leave- he was gonna have to leave the Autobots and change his designation and disappear never to be seen or heard from again! Bumblebee's em field clamps down on himself the same time as his plating when you shift your pedes just slightly. And he's screaming internally and trying to count the plating on your back to keep himself distracted. Which was not actually a very good distraction from you-! It feels like it takes vorns to get to your rather short destination, and when you get up off of him, he audibly sighs in relief.

"... Am I fine-? Yeah-! Yes." Bumblebee laughs, just a touch bit obviously flustered. "Totally fine. Yes." Sideswipe laughs, and Bumblebee stands back up and makes his way out of Skyfire as quickly as he can without it looking like he's actually running from you.

And Bumblebee just knows this experience is gonna haunt him for the next few recharges... at least. He really hopes he can look you in the optics correctly the next time you run into each other and not stare at your hips.

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Rumbles, sure, as slag ain't sitting in Astrotrain's cargo storage! So he rushes for the seat in Astrotrain- so what he nearly knocks you over diving through your legs. He just grins and gets comfortable in his seat- and then you fragging sit on him! "Get your fat aft off of me-!" Rumble was half squished between your big stupid aft and the seat!Skywarp cackled and taunted Rumble, asking whats the matter with him- that Rumble couldn't handle another Decepticon just sitting in his lap-?! "Frag off Skywarp-!" Rumble can handle you! He wasn't weak by any standards- let alone by Decepticon standards!

Rumble relents and lets his servos stop warping the metal on your thighs in protest. You stop putting your entire frame weight on him when he stops fighting you. Rumble huffs when it doesn't feel like you're gonna crush him anymore and instead just feels like you're lying against him and on his pelvis. Which still heavy, but not nearly the same. Then Astrotrain says there's an asteroid belt they have to go through and to enjoy the mess of a ride till then. You both almost fly off the seat when Astrotrain jerks hard in one direction. Before he corrects and you both go sliding back. Rumbles back knocks against the back of Astrotrain with you sliding after and rocking right against his- his sparkdamn panel-!?

Rumbles servos had flown onto your waist when you'd both started getting shaken. And now he's realizing he can feel the dips and details of your plating under his digit pads- while you're just sitting on his panel- Oh. Yeah. Yeah. Rumble was in a pretty fragging dirty position with you right now, wasn't he? Astrotrain jerks again, and you both just go jumping when he does. Your aft grinds down on him again, and Rumble chokes on the gasp that comes outta himself. You shift right after, and Rumble grits his denta- play it cool- Play it cool! He's not about to pop his spike over something- stupid like this! Not in front of everyone else-! And not because of you sitting on his lap!

When you get there, you stand up and actually ask if he's okay- Rumble has to remind himself he needs to activate his vocalizor if he wants to talk. "Yeah-! Fragging fine-! It was like nothing even happened." He crossed his arms over his chassis, trying not to look at the dents he'd first made in your hips when this started.

So- so fragging what if he's still thinking about it a few days later!? It doesn't slagging matter at all! It was just- just some accidental friction. Something dumb and little like that wouldn't get Rumble going. No- absolutely not.