I Hope you Had a nice saturday, Mine was kinda meh, didnt have many customers at Work (because of a Lot of snow).
If you remember, a while Back i asked for a Chubby reader x swerve, now i would very kindly, and only If you have time or want to, request a Chubby reader x constructicons. Because i love, Love the way you write them. Maybe they Like that their human isnt Smash fragile looking, or softer than other Humans.
Have a nice Rest of the Weekend! <3
Sure! Hope you week goes well!
Soft AU- Warm
Constructicons x Reader
• Inhaling sharply when a big ped comes down in your way, you stumble back. And slowly look up at Scavenger leaning out, his hand on the wall. Clutching a stack of files to your chest, you’re tempted to chuck them at him and run. Know he’ll just chase you down, though. The scoop of his alt mode lifts and falls slightly like he knows exactly what you’re thinking. Like he’s excited about chasing you. “I’m not a caretaker,” you mumble, but it’s a token resistance at this point. They don’t care that you’re HR. Or that you’re not assigned to them. All the people working on base and they had to latch onto you.
• “There you are,” he coaxes, stepping around the wall and for once, you don’t try to run. Shoulders lifting and falling before you turn and set down the stack of things you’d been carrying. Cooperating for once? Trying to not be disappointed that you don’t want him to chase you, he kneels and offers you his hands. Rumbling when you haul yourself into his hand, his servos flex. Brushing against the softness of you, he gives in to impulse and lifts you higher, brushing his masked face against the soft curves of your body as he vents. Addicted to how warm you are, the way you feel against him.
• “Found ‘em?” Bonecrusher growls, watching Scavenger’s scoop flick guiltily, the other mech turns slightly with you cupped in a hand and pressed against his masked face. And he gets it. Had picked you because you’re not as insubstantial as some of the other humans. That soft body meant for a mech’s touch. ‘Found them,’ Scavenger confirms sullenly as you splay a little hand on his mask to try and push him away. Knows How hard it is to not touch you. Especially when soft things are such a novelty. Mechs like them, they never had anything soft. Never had much at all.
• Groaning when you see the rest of them headed your way, you stop struggling. Why you? And you startle when Scavenger’s mask retracts, his lips brushing against your body as his rumbling deepens to a purr. Shivering as he mouths at you, you keep pushing at his face. “Share,” Mixmaster demands, reaching for you and you tense. Hoping they’re not about to start squabbling over you. Maybe drop you. What’s their fixation with you? Why not go find someone that is into aliens? Know there’s got be a few of them about.
• Venting, because he’s not sure that the others always remember how fragile you are, Hook glances at Scrapper. “They’re not a chew toy,” Hook snarls when Scrapper doesn’t deal with it. Reaching to take you from Scavenger as Long Haul crowds closer, Hook can’t resist the urge to stroke his servos against your curves, your softness. Touching you still feels scandalous. Like they have no business handling something as delicate as you are. Or thinking about more. Like how you’d feel cushioning his frame as he moved against you.
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Headcannon that I don't is common or not, but I think Hook (from any continuity, but IDW for the sake of this) is in to painting, but never gets the chance to try it cause he's so busy with other things.
No explanation, I just think he should be a painter.
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Pharma looks Vortex dead in the optics and tells him "You're not Tarn." Vortex considers this for a moment and goes "Huh,that is a point." I mean there's not much he can say to that.
I'm just wondering which parts of the situation with Tarn are sending Megatron's Oil Pressure up worst. IDW Megatron is ok with some horrifically heinous stuff but there are other things he remains adamantly against in all cases. And this mess has Megatron triggered. I imagine the DJD's dressing down is starting with "You've read every word I wrote Tarn. You've even memorized most of them. How could you fail comprehend the meaning of...?" Tarn is not safe. Especially not with sending Megatron into a flashback to the worst parts of Golden Age.
Soundwave when he sees the Pet is going to scheming because he has Ravage and that is a beast former. Add Domestication to the Reasons Tarn is on the boss's shit list. Kaon is now on Soundwave's personal shit list because he's a threat to the cassettes. The Pet is confiscated and taken to the Brig. Vortex is less than reasured by Soundwave's asurances it is a Domesticated Autobot not a sparkeater.
Also Megatron's displeasure at Tarn stress him into an early emergence. I can see Hook delivering a tiny pink and orange blue eyed jet that's too young to be away from a creator spark and being kicked out of his med bay, gestalt, newspark and all. Hook passes the Bitlet to Starscream and nopes. Starscream looks at his Trine and gives the NewSpark to TC. TC takes the baby to Pharma because he won't be allowed to keep the baby if it forms a caregiver bond. So he's bringing the poor baby and rations to Pharma so Pharma can fuel the little one from his lines. Vortex is almost as alarmed at the presence of the bitty as he is by the "Soundwave swears it's not a Sparkeater."
Pharma, Dominus, and the baby are being randsomed to the Autobots in a prisoner exchange for as much as Soundwave can squeeze the Autobots for. Just drain Prime's Resources not theirs.
Yeah Vortex doesn't have shit on Tarn levels of suckatude
You're right that idw Megs is finicky with what he can excuse, but weaponizing carrying as a method to force someone to stay with you does seem like a Pre-war Thing™️ and thus something Megatron would object to. The chains part definitely did not help. There's probably also emphasis being put on Tarn reproducing with an autobot during a war, but that's more considered a footnote in this situation.
OO YES ON IT STARTING WITH THAT
Yeahhhh Dominus's Domestication certainly also isn't helping Tarn's case. Soundwave's having emotions about this.
Vortex: gET AWAY WHAT
Soundwave: don't worry he's a person
I can see that happening too, and it's such a scene because this is Tarn. He's always going to make a scene.
Kinda sweet how they make sure to bring the newspark to Pharma, even if he has deep opinions on this situation.
Vortex: so we're just doing this now???? Okay
Makes sense they're being held for ransom, and in my mind the autobots will get them back plus the new addition. Will they have to give something up themselves, yes, but they'll get them.
Question. Have you ever thought about writing for the Constructicons? (Not with Prowl though). I think it would be hilarious.
Rewatched their G1 episodes today. Title is the song ‘Drive’ by The Matches. An attempt was made. 🔞🌶️ storyline, eventual sparked reader
Drive
Constructicons x Reader
• “I’m just saying. A little appreciation.” Exchanging a look with Long Haul, Scavenger tries to ignore Hook’s grumbling as they work. Pushing against a tree until the wood splinters and breaks so he can shove it over and drag it out of the way. Pausing to tip his head up at the night sky and wonder where home is. “We’re out here busting our afts and do we get any thanks?” Hook demands. No. What they’d gotten was their energon rations cut because in the Decepticon hierarchy, they’re not much higher than Insecticons. He doesn’t like it, but understands. Being forged here on this miserable mudball not Cybertron means being looked down upon. And he has no idea where Cybertron is among those glittering stars. Can it be home when he’s never set ped there?
• “We do our job. A fragging good job,” Scrapper says, trying to keep the peace as Bonecrusher utters a harsh laugh and Mixmaster just shakes his head at him. Like he doesn’t see the scorn. Knows the others think he’s oblivious, but he’s knows they’re looked down on until they’re needed. Devastator demands their respect, but on their own? They’re second class citizens. If even that. Some of the other Decepticons are all too happy to sneer at them, to assume that since they didn’t come from Cybertron they’re less.
• Bending to gouge up a handful of soil and to intake through his vents, separating out the individual components in his head, Mixmaster growls. Scenting those trace amounts of energon that are the whole reason they’re out here in the middle of nowhere. “No one wants to hear that, though,” Mixmaster mutters. “They want us to work and keep quiet. It’s here.” Glancing at his brother when Bonecrusher bumps him. “They’re scared of us,” Bonecrusher growls, beginning to aggressively clear the land of trees, movements sloppy and giving away that he’s been into the high grade. But they all know it’s Devastator that’s feared, not them. They’re tools. Nothing more. Disrespected and mocked by the rest of the Decepticons. Something they all feel and that gets compounded when they’re combined. That dissatisfaction growing every time they combine, spreading and feeding on itself when they separate again. Reaching a boiling point with no outlet to let off some steam. Except to destroy something. And there’s nothing here but trees.
• Exhausted and not even tempted by the hot, greasy smell of fast food in the bag in the passenger seat, you go over the list in your head again. Trying to remember if you’ve gotten at least a little something for everyone. That you’re ready for the upcoming holiday. You’d volunteered to work the day before for the extra cash, but you keep wondering if you’re forgetting something. Distracted you almost miss the huge, dark shape that comes sailing out of the woods. Slamming a foot on the brake as your car slides with a scream of tires, a tree slams into the road ahead of you and goes end over end in a shower of pine needles and broken branches. What? Toggling your emergency lights on, you put the car into park and get out, wincing at the biting cold. And your breath catches as it sinks in that a tree chucked like a javelin even though there’s no wind, no plausible explanation, nearly took you out. Squinting into the dark woods, your skin prickles as a red glow flares in the shadows. Then five more.
• Hears Bonecrusher laugh and Long Haul turns to follow his stare. Sees the tiny shape through the trees silhouetted by the headlights of the car behind them. There’s no way the little human can see anything more than the glow of their optics. But there’s a whisper of excitement twisting through him as Scrapper says, “Bottle of engex to whoever squishes it before it ruins everything.”
• Heart in your throat as those red glows shift and a branch cracks, there’s a roar from the trees that crackles through you and you forget the car. Forget everything beyond the animal need to get away. Running as trees crack and get uprooted with thunderous noise behind you to send you racing across the road and into the woods on the other side in a blind panic. Don’t even know what’s chasing you, only that you don’t want to find out. Is this what a rabbit feels like with hungry foxes snapping at its heels?
• Heavy peds tearing up dirt and leaves as he tries to overtake Hook, Scavenger hears Mixmaster calling out to the organic. Laughingly saying they only want to play. You’re surprisingly fast for being so small, but even noisier than Bonecrusher somehow. Energon pumping through his lines as you break from the trees, just a little shadow silvered by the moon, almost unreal looking as you pelt through the tall grass. Catches a glimpse of terrified eyes when you glance back and then you go down, disappearing completely.
• “Where’d it go?” Hook growls, reaching to push Scavenger out of his way as the rest of his brothers catch up and he realizes there’s a sheet drop, the ground giving way so suddenly you hadn’t seen it in time to react. Leaning down to look at the still form lying in the shallow stream at the bottom, there’s a momentary flicker of disappointment. Because chasing you had made him feel more alive than he’d felt in a long time. The hunt a high almost as sweet as combining.
• Lingering at the edge of the ravine, spark pulsing still with the excitement of your fear, Scrapper’s aware of Mixmaster and Bonecrusher shoving at each other. Of Long Haul and Scavenger both still staring down at their quarry. Turning away to order them back to work, he hesitates as Scavenger bumps his arm with a fist. “It’s still alive.” And he hears the low, pained sound from the little human. “Pretty fun to chase,” Long Haul adds, shooting him a look. Primus, are they wanting to keep you? Like a pet? All five of his brothers are staring at him now. Waiting for his decision. And groaning in defeat, he gestures at the drop. “Fine, but I’m not cleaning up after it.” Because you’re a distraction, something to keep them from dwelling on how unhappy they all are.
