#onslaught 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.

They've been following you around for a really long time! Ja. Call it love at first homicide attempt. The fire in your optics and the iciness in your demeanor really got them going. You left too soon, though, ordered by your superior.

Like a pretty, pretty ray of color, you were gone too soon. So unfair. Like really, did you have anything better to do? Maybe refuel or dance, but those don't come above Blitzwing! He should be your number ein priority.

You kept meeting him servo to servo on the battlefield. It's like someone was setting you up, tehehehehe. It wasn't easy, you know? Icy kept getting interrupted by Hothead and Random while planning all of it. It's a miracle he was able to succeed. After all, you aren't an easy bot to catch. They couldn't just com you and say, "Hallo, sexy Autobot, want to come and play a game of frag tag?"

Ooo, but that would be fun though! If they can learn to trust you, maybe then they can play with you. Or when you inevitably attempt to escape. There are more fitting punishments for escape than that. It's supposed to be pain, not pleasure, but why not both?

They do always say ze best things come in threes. Who says that? No one says that. Of course people say it!

Maybe their new designation should be indecisiveness. That's what led to you finding an opportunity to escape the first time. It's oh-so traurig that you did. Ja. Sie hatten such a great date planned before they'd turn you into Megatron for evaluation. They have to convince him to let them keep you after all! The date, the date though—they can't believe you were so selfish! Everything was going to go perfekt.

A night on the town torturing all those who got in your way. No, actually, they decided to have a candlelit dinner on top of a tall, secluded building with high-grade energon candies. Wait, wait, I remember now. You were going to make arts-and-crafts projects out of bones and scrap metal they had collected.

All three of them differ in their attempts to court you, if that wasn't evident enough already.

Hothead is equal parts possessive and aggressive. He doesn't believe any bot or con to be worth your time, other than them. His main love language is bloody acts of service. He defeats the bots that annoy you with ease; ja, he loves it. He'll stomp up to you if you're on patrol and force you into a fight so he can show his prowess. He'll prove to you that you should defect to the Decepticons because he is the best choice to be your sparkmate. He owns you, but he wants you to accept that. Something about your rebellious nature makes him want to punch you and kiss you at the same time.

Icy holds a quiet reverence with a need for control over you. He shows his devotion to you through increasingly complex deeds. It's truly a wonder he's able to pull some of them off, like kidnapping a bot you were close to in your unit and disassembling them.

He hid parts of them in places he knew you would find. The bastard was making you put back together your offlined comrade. He even left a short note that said, "Your absence leaves me in pieces."

His conjunx endura deserves to be courted only in the most romantic of ways, even if he finds romance to be a bit- futile.

Random is a mixed bag of limerence traits. He loves everything about you but also wants to have your backstrut in his servos so he can hear how satisfying it is to break it while fragging you into the nearest surface. You two have bonded through space and time. Ze silly bots you work for can't keep you away from him! He goes from PG to X-rated in a time that may just outpace any of Blurr's records. He'll offline your unit leader and then ask for headpats, pouting if you deny him such sweet solace.

Don't be so rude to them. Sie only want what's best for you, Elektrische Liebe.

𝚈𝚊𝚗. 𝙶1 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 (𝚠/ 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐)

He's no stranger to the destruction that Decepticons cause, but it never gets any easier, man. So much evil in a beautiful world. It's almost too much for his spark to bear. Thankfully he has you. You lighten the load with your existence. It permeates anywhere you step and leaves behind a certain lightness in the air. Your aura is absolutely rockin', even when you aren't in the best of moods.

You joined the Autobots after he accidentally stalked you, which he profusely apologized for. He was walking and talking to nature when he caught a glimpse of you. There was something so alluring about you, so beautiful and just real. His steps grew lighter as he approached you. He didn't dare to disrupt you in your natural state.

The Decepticons don't care for such things, though. It totally slipped his mind that he was following a strange energy source. Apparently the Decepticons had caught onto it as well. They totally harshed the vibe of it all, destroying the surrounding nature and shooting at the both of you.

He scooped you up as he transformed and totally exited out of there, heading back as fast as he could for the Ark. The rest is history, man, but you know what they say: those who forget history are doomed to repeat it. He wouldn't mind repeating his meeting with you, but he'd rather have the foresight of everything that came to fruition.

He became your guardian because the Decepticons were totally not gonna let it slide that a human knew something about their plans. He doesn't dig fighting, but he'll do anything if it means keeping humans safe, especially you, dude. You're the flame he can't help but go to when everything around him is dark.

He's so chill that it's easy to overlook his yandere tendencies. You can't even see the ways his optics narrow when something gets close to disturbing your peace. It takes a lot to get him to snap. Harsh his mellow enough, and suddenly he isn't Beachcomber anymore. He's the violent collection of all his trauma.

Could you ever harsh his mellow enough to make him violent? No, never. You could make him melancholy, but he'll never lay a servo on you that you don't want.

Someone harming you causes his chill to switch to heat. He doesn't even sound like the same bot. He leaves behind sparks that return to their rightful place and empty frames that will rust and be reclaimed by Mother Nature. He doesn't even remember it. His subconscious processors lock those memories away, hopefully for good. His frame is shaking after. He's so disgusted at himself for taking lives when he simply could've disarmed them, maybe.

"What did I do, man? I swear I'm not a monster, sweetspark. I just—"

There's no justification for what he did. It goes against everything he is. He betrayed himself. He betrayed your trust in him. He spirals.

If you see him snap, then he totally isolates himself. He doesn't believe himself to be good enough for you, but he wants you so bad. He prays to Primus that you'll forgive him. As wrong as it sounds, he wants to be comforted by you, even after you saw him in a totally uncool light. He'll do whatever he can to make it up to you.

He'll show you the hidden beauty of your world and how soft his spark truly is. He just loves you so much, man. He's whipped, weak in the joints―bleeding his spark out when he's around you.

𝚈𝚊𝚗. 𝙶1 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙾𝚏𝚏 (𝚠/ 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐)

He's far superior to the idiotic flesh creatures that populate the planet he's forced to orbit. He's the best of his gestalt. He's the best company for himself. That doesn't mean it doesn't get boring up so high, all alone. He likes to observe the organics and their suffering while he awaits a command.

Blast Off may have a specific human that besieges his internal processors. There's a human he hyperfocuses on to pass the time. It's a simple, meaningless distraction, that is all. You caught him in your sights when he was wounded and separated from the other Combaticons. You froze. He was ready to end you when he heard the pedes of Autobots. He hid. You didn't rat him out. You went as far as to misdirect the Autobots.

You are a traitor to your species. Good. None of you deserve to live, especially not compared to his greatness.

Blast Off didn't annihilate you because he did not want to compromise his position in case any other Autobots were still sneaking around. He did not feel any positive emotions about your unneeded kindness.

He knows your entire schedule and your goings-out, or whatever you call it. He even had his audials specially heightened by Shockwave so he could hone in on you. Blast Off mostly uses it for recon on the Autobots. That's what he details in his reports anyway.

Thankfully Soundwave hasn't said anything about his way to pass time. He's felt the comms officer poking around in his helm, extracting thought threads from his processor that he'd rather keep private. It's most likely going to be kept as blackmail. Foolish Soundwave. He is not ashamed because he has not done anything wrong!

He will admit that he's talked about you to the other Combaticons before. You're so much weaker than any Cybertronian, and he'd love to crush you in his servos. The others don't look entirely convinced, but what do they know about his convictions? He could easily disintegrate you from space, but you are not worth his time.

You are so not worth his time that he abducts you so you stop wasting it. He goes on and on about how stupid and worthless you are. He gets a rise out of threatening you. He enjoys stroking your fleshy body and you being unable to do anything. Your presence calms him, not that he needs to be calmed down or aided by the likes of you!

He does his best to ignore your irritating breakdown. Can't you humans just stop doing annoying slag like this? You can't bargain with him. He is keeping you as a reminder of how much better he is than lowly flesh creatures. You should feel honored to be in his presence.

Stupid humans are so hard to take care of! No, he cannot let you take care of yourself. You will do it wrong. So what if he doesn't know anything about humans? That is wrong in the first place! He knows everything about you. He has watched you do your routine for many months now. It is harder to replicate than he thought, but you have been doing it for many years. Blast Off has only started.

You go everywhere with him, even into space. He got the proper things for you. You should be grateful that he isn't letting you starve up in space. He is allowing you to sit in his alt mode and make a living space there.

8 months, which is about ~244 days orbiting the Earth with him. You will have plenty of time to get used to him and he to you. It isn't like your human life was worth anything. He is giving you purpose. You are helping the mighty Blast Off thwart gormless Autobot plans.

You are right where you belong—with him. No more waiting in space all alone. It makes him giddy. Not that he suffered from loneliness or anything! He just feels accomplished, is all.

𝚈𝚊𝚗. 𝙶1 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙴𝚗𝚍 (𝚠/ 𝚌𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐)

One could say, albeit in a cheesy way, that you are his light in the darkness of existence. When he looks at you for a moment, the vacuousness of life has meaning. What is the point of it all? You.

He has every part of you memorized by now, even the hex codes for your paint job, so you never have to worry about being unable to find the correct hue. He'd know your vocalizer from anywhere in the galaxy, no matter how out of it he could be. His fellow Decepticons attempt to tease him on how keen he is on you. It irritates him, yes, but as long as they don't say anything disparaging to your designation, he's able to brush it off.

How could he not be absolutely entranced by your very existence? You aided in keeping him online after Superion defeated Menasor, quite brutally, if he might add. You took such care in the entire gestalt. He had never experienced such a thing.

He only follows Megatron because he must. There was little pride in his leader's voice after the Stunticons were defeated in battle. He can't help but have felt like a shiny, new toy that he discarded after it lost its luster so soon. He anticipated it, but it still hurt his freshly formed spark. He thought all of his dark thoughts might shatter it. But whenever you cast your gaze towards him, he feels like he's being given life by Vector Sigma again.

You are part of the reason he takes such pride in caring for his frame. He wants to court you, yes, but you also seem pleased when you see him in good condition. He craves your validation that he knows he will eventually fall short of. There are so many better Decepticons you could bond with. You'll probably forget about him eventually. So he's motivated to ensure that he ingrains himself into your data banks.

He shows off in general, but especially in battle. He isn't called a Stunticon for nothing. Megatron notices this and orders that you be present whenever the Stunticons are to perform because they produce better results. It's always good to have a medic ready on a servo's notice. The entire group of cons seems to have a knack for playing too hard and always ending up half-offline, limping to you sheepishly. Perhaps you should have a section of the medbay blocked off just for them.

Dead End always visits you. He doesn't offer any commentary. He just sits in the corner and watches you. You're so busy sometimes that you don't even notice. A few times he's frightened you because he doesn't announce himself. You may not be able to see through his visor, but his frame language seems almost dejected by your temporary apprehension.

He grows to prefer to recharge in the medbay. He says it's because if the Autobots attack their base, he doesn't want you or any of the other injured Decepticons vulnerable. It's more or less the truth. You don't need to know the real reason anyway. Scaring you off is about the last thing he wants to accomplish.

He's a bit perverted. Don't blame him. He wasn't taught anything about Cybertronian reproduction or interfacing. All he knows is that sometimes his spike and/or valve gets leaky if he watches you too long. He doesn't see anything wrong with it. He probably would've whipped his spike out and self-serviced in front of you already if he hadn't been told that the parts behind his interface panel were to stay hidden out of a societal norm.

The greatest thing about having a visor is other cons can't (usually they can) tell when he's opticing you up. Something about your aft makes his processor run wild. He's accidentally revved his engine before when he's watched you bend over. He wonders how it'll feel in his servos. He wonders how any of you would feel in his servos, or in him now that he thinks about it.

He wants to see what kinds of stunts the both of you can perform together. You wouldn't deny him that, would you?

He likes putting you in compromising positions. It's partially because he badly needs your attention, but he's also so horny for you.

Seeing you splayed out after you get knocked down in battle? He's primarily ready to rip the helm off of the bot that did that, but he's also secondarily distracted for a moment. He short-circuits and won't stop replaying that memory for the rest of the cycle.

He enjoys shielding you from something just to get a chance to touch you. He has an awful habit of conhandling you. It's with such reverence that it's easy to get flustered from it. It's a sign of possession to him, but he also wishes to aid you. If you need help handling something or you don't have the height to complete a task. If your energy has been exhausted, then he will carry you, even if it is to the ends of the Earth that he has to do so.

𝚈𝚊𝚗. 𝙶1 𝙷𝚘𝚝 𝚁𝚘𝚍 (𝚠/ 𝚌𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐)

A reckless mech with an honest spark has fallen for you hard, in the middle of a war, no less. You've saved his aft more than once. That's enough to sweep any mech off their pedes, quite literally in some cases. He'd be spare parts if it weren't for you. And yes, he has to constantly remind himself of that as he gazes at you with hearts in his optics.

It isn't just your battle capabilities; it's also your personality! Being Kup's apprentice and all has shaped you into being something irresistible; you're also hard to catch off-guard, so he struggles to get time to flirt with you. Kup knows something is wrong with Rod's processor, so the old-timer constantly reiterates that spending time with Hot Rod is off-limits.

Come on! It's like both of you are allergic to having a little fun. With all that training you're doing, you look so depressed. It's like a Decepticon rummaged around in your chassis and blew your spark out. Sure, the war is, well, a war, but that doesn't mean there isn't beauty out there! I mean, look at yourself; you make his engines rev.

Daniel is always teasing him about what the humans call a crush. At first it sounded kind of violent, but after Danny boy explained, Hot Rod could do nothing but feel his faceplate turn blue. Yeah, he's got it for you bad. He's got a virus, and your designation is written all over it.

If only he could impress you. He craves your validation so badly that he puts himself in danger to show off. He needs to be the one saving you for once. He needs to prove to you that he's a reliable bot!

Yet he failed you big time when he let you leave for one of the Autobot moon bases. He almost attacked Kup, yelling at him about how it was irresponsible and dangerous to let you go without him. Kup knocked him on his aft and dragged him to the infirmary to get looked at. He doesn't care if his psych tests were a bit off. He was still told that he was fit for duty.

And he was fucking right! He should've never allowed you to go. When he heard you and a few others were coming back on a shuttle, he scooped Daniel up and drove so quickly to base that he almost drove off a cliff. He was so giddy to see you that his spark nearly shattered within his chassis w-when he saw the hole in the sid-d-e of the s-shuttle.

Decepticons. He would later learn, after catching you as you fell, half-offlined, that they ambushed you. Prowl, Ratchet, and Ironhide had their sparks so easily snuffed out. You survived because you hid, and hid well, but while escaping the shuttle, you got shot in the backstrut. Dead. Dead. Dead. So easily. And he clutched your frame as Daniel reluctantly rode in Kup to get inside the base.

He lost it, going on autopilot as he bashed some Insecticons to enter the base, nearly missing the leap from how distraught he was. He ignored any order that may have been given to him, running past dying comrades and through the line of fire of the enemy to get you to the medbay. Wheeljack was attempting to patch you up when a shot rang out of nowhere and seared him through the neck. He collapsed on top of you, and Primus forgive him because he shoved Wheejack's limp frame off and quickly pulled you behind a set of supplies as another laser just barely skimmed your right ped.

He sat in horror, frozen for a few moments until he noticed that your optics slowly came online. Your servo came up to cup his face, and no matter how weak the gesture was, it only solidified his infatuation with you. Every bot failed you except him. You'll never know how much in that moment he wanted to offline Kup for being so careless with your life. Sure, he couldn't have known, but something deep within Rod's processor, his spark—his very being―knew being separated from you would have deadly consequences.

He only left your side when he thought he could help Prime, but Optimus died, and he can't help but blame himself for not being enough. He's not enough to win anyone's affections or praise, but he promises one day he will be.

He refuses to leave your side throughout the trip. Kup has been somewhat calmed by his competence and allows him to cling to you. So many Autobots have already been lost. They don't need more, especially not you.

He's overbearing in an anxious way that is masked by his boyish confidence. He jokes with you in order to keep your spirits up, but his plating bristles whenever they encounter a new challenge. He's quick to put himself in between you and whatever threat may be ahead. Whether it be underwater monsters or the cruelty of the Quintessons.

He doesn't know how much more he has to learn before he can finally have you in his servos. It squeezes at his spark. If you only listen to him, then you'll be okay. He can protect you. Why can't you see that? Why do you insist on being independent? He can't risk you, damn it all!

And when facing Galvatron deep within Unicron, the only thing on his processor is you. Till all are one, but he needs to be one with you. Standing in front of him is the greatest threat to that future, and something slides in place inside of him. It's like the click of a lock. Suddenly he doesn't feel quite like himself anymore: older, stronger, more worthy—but for better or for worse, these feelings multiplied as soon as he touched the Matrix.

He obtained the Matrix and lit them in their darkest hour, but he wouldn't have survived this far if it wasn't for your aid. He can't help but question if you will accept him in this new form. He has won over Kup, saved Cybertron, and brought them into a new age—but still, will you love Rodimus Prime as he cared for you as Hot Rod?

𝚈𝚊𝚗. 𝙶1 𝙾𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 (𝚠/ 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐)

A mere squishy organic ruined his plans! You fooled Bruticus and caused the Decepticons to lose their fight against the Autobots. How were you able to defeat pure tactical brilliance with your tiny, idiotic mind!? Naturally he must kidnap you so he can learn your weaknesses and further account for the anomaly that is the humans of Earth.

The Combaticons will not be so easily vanquished again.

All you did was a simple bait and switch. When combined the Combaticons are dumber than a box of rocks. You've lasted longer trying to get through Dragon's Lair at the arcade than Bruticus has in battle. Kidnapping is scary and all, but you're more worried about the fact that you'll miss out on all of your favorite programs. The Autobots and Decepticons remind you of Voltron in a way. Maybe that's why you aren't as scared. The Autobots are the good guys, so they'll save you, right?

Not exactly. You aren't on the Autobot's roster of humans, and Onslaught is determined to keep you a secret from them. One missing human isn't exactly on their radar, considering they have the Decepticons trying to destroy Earth almost every day.

Megatron doesn't quite care as long as Onslaught doesn't let his pet do anything foolish. At first Megatron was strongly against the idea, but after seeing how appalled Starscream was at your presence, he let Onslaught keep you.

There's a learning curve because the other Combaticons want to play with you in ways that would certainly lead to you offlining. In human words, they'd accidentally kill you. This leads to him being exposed to you more than he'd like. He's forced to get used to organics because if he lets you out of his sight, one of the members of the gestalt could ruin his research. He's so fixated on you that it pisses him off. He despises what you are but is also strangely intrigued by you.

You're constantly bombarded with inquiries. The expectation is that you'll answer each one honestly and with a lengthy explanation if there is a lengthy explanation to give. He pokes and prods at your body, both eager and disgusted to learn what secrets lie within you.

He's private with this time. It isn't so much out of respect to you as it is that he needs a calm and silent work environment. He also comes to learn that the naked human body is considered an intimate thing. He isn't quite ready to share that or you in general with his fellow Combaticons, especially not the wet and lewd noises he manages to drag out of you when he fingers you. You seem much more vulnerable after certain activities, which leads him to perform them more often so he is able to get better results.

He gets more attached to you than he'd like. He asks for your input when he is planning. He expends resources on making sure you are somewhat comfortable. He defends you against some of the more unsavory Decepticons. He goes as far as planning hits on members if they step out of line and casually discussing it within the ranks of the Combaticons. It becomes commonplace to keep you safe and not play too rough.

He begins to see you as part of not only the Combaticons but also the gestalt as a whole. You're becoming too close to him. You're becoming too important to them. You are neither a Cybertronian nor a Decepticon. You are human, and that is an unforgivable thing.

He'll need outside help. The Insecticons. He has to exchange energon for their help, well, specifically Bombshell's. He knows how much that mech enjoys playing with minds. More importantly, Bombshell has been refining a cyberforming technique that Shockwave created. Bombshell has been practicing turning humans into Cybertronians so he can have more leverage against Megatron and the Autobots.

Onslaught will make sure Bombshell plays right into his servos. They work together closely, much more closely than either of them would like. Onslaught is incredibly paranoid that Bombshell will kill you during this process. It's long, requires skilled servos, and is incredibly painful. However, it does allow you to keep your human shape.

Onslaught has Bombshell cyberform you only some. He wants you to consider yourself so hideous that you won't want to leave. He wants you to know that the Combaticons are the only real, what's the word, family you'll ever have. You're his favorite creature to study with optics instead of those weak human eyes, a Cybertronian-made spark, a specially made spine, and reinforced plating around your more delicate parts.

Other things were exchanged from flesh to metal, but by far his favorite part was giving you the part you were missing. He doesn't exactly know the names of human genitalia, but you were missing either a valve or a spike, so he simply gave you both. Personally made by him. He even learned enough about the process to install these parts into you himself. They're perfectly made to fit with the Combaticons' interfacing gear. You may be tiny, but at least now you're adjustable. Breeding may also be possible. That's a possibility that he'll be able to think on when he has a moment. In fact, it is one of his favorite things to plan.

Is this the foolishness Megatron was describing? Perhaps. An irregularity turned mate―how fortuitous.

𝚈𝚊𝚗. 𝙶1 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔 (𝚠/ 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐)

In saving you from the Decepticons, you became part of the Autobots' ranks alongside the other organics they've picked up over their time on Earth. You became somewhat of his assistant. You make his job a lot easier when it comes to handling small machinery and ordering human-based parts. You also go along with some of his half-cocked ideas. You aren't as judgmental as some of his comrades. When things don't work out, you encourage him to try again. You're at least three-quarters of the reason why Wheeljack is able to save the Autobots' aft at the last moment so many times.

At first he thinks his processor is just bugged. Elevated biostats and a warm feeling in his spark whenever he sees you must mean he's contracted something. Ratchet's results state otherwise. The medic cautions him to distance himself from you until they find the root cause and the solution for Wheeljack's anomalies. He blows up at Ratchet (metaphorically), nearly getting into a physical altercation with him. He didn't mean to, and he's mad at himself after. Why did he react so strongly to the thought of lacking your presence?

You aren't Cybertronian. It isn't like he can bond with you. Yet he grows curious about human courting rituals. The longer he thinks about it, the more he accepts that he may have fallen for a human.

Some of the others within their ranks have had fragging sessions with humans, so why can't he have a relationship with one? It isn't exactly allowed, but Prime doesn't kick out any bot that's caught having relations with one of your people. For Primus's sake, Seaspray fell in love with that alien humanoid creature. These feelings he has shouldn't be so taboo.

It's just the nature of the thoughts. They're darker than he'd like. He's a mad scientist, but he isn't a mad scientist. He isn't anything like Shockwave or any other of those Decepticons! Still, he can't help but feel like he's gone too far before he's even begun.

Before fully accepting his feelings for you, he tests out various gadgets on himself to try and make it stop. He just needs to tone down this consuming possessiveness that's been growing unchecked like a patch of Morphobots. If anything, shocking, poking, and proding himself only solidifies his infatuation with you.

It's a good thing he has his mask, or you'd surely see how blue his lower faceplate gets when around you. You can tell that Wheeljack is acting off but not too much. It must be stress. He's been more, for lack of a better word, clingy lately. He keeps making up excuses to get you to stay in his lab. He's made a place for you to rest and even offers his own berth to you if that's more comfortable. You think he's just being protective, not knowing that it's customary for bots to court by inviting their possible conjunx to recharge on their berth. Sleeping in another human's bed can be completely platonic. You have no reason—you actually do have reason—to assume otherwise.

He asks you to keep it on the down low. Apparently there are some regulations he's skirting around by being so gracious to you. You're honored that he's willing to bend the rules for you. You're apprehensive about the possibility that one day he could choose to break all of them.

He attempts to court you through the things he's learned through your television shows and magazines. They have their own Wheeljack twist to them and half the time backfire, like the time he attempted to gift you metal flowers he welded himself. He forgot that humans have a greater sensitivity to heat. The metal was still too hot for you; you burned yourself. You don't know how much he wanted to offline himself after that.

Wheeljack is too loyal to the Autobot cause to attack anyone in it, even if he feels a festering jealousy when you choose to spend time with other bots instead of him. However, he (mostly) has free rein on how he wants to treat the Decepticons. He has some "fun" tools in the works for the Autobots to use on those Deceptislaggers. Some of the others become concerned. His new inventions are a little bit off. They're far more cruel in nature. It's borderline excessive, especially after the Decepticons capture you as ransom.

None of them had ever seen Wheeljack so distraught. He was downright terrifying, muttering to himself about all the atrocities he would commit when he got his servos on the cons who planned this. Prime ordered him to get put into stasis until Ratchet could fix him. Wheeljack panicked. He wouldn't be able to see you again. He wouldn't know if you were safe. You could get a conjunx and have a human sparkling while he was in stasis. You could die while he was getting worked on.

No, no, no. He'll get out of this and then figure out how to extend your lifespan! You only live for a little while. He surely can find a solution to that! Some elixir or even transporting your consciousness into a cold constructed frame like he did with Spike that one time. As interesting as that thought is, he likes you, human. There has to be some way to keep you as you but make you have a lifespan that mirrors Cybertronians.

First, he has to deal with Ratchet. He pushed back on Prime's order a little but gave in pretty easily. Optimus almost found that suspicious. Wheeljack is a good bot down to his spark, though, so Optimus trusts that he just wants to get better.

Instead, he assaults Ratchet, ensuring that all his tests will return normally. He tweaks Ratchet's memory components so his medic friend will believe he is a-okay. He feels sorry about messing with his buddy like this, but he has to. It's for you.

• Sliding off the container he’d lifted you on when you’d tried to help him, you move closer and his head turns to track you, visor brightening. And you hesitate, suddenly shy. “Can you bend down here, please?” You ask before you can lose your nerve, because he didn’t have to take you in when he found you. Didn’t have to help you and he’s still going out of his way to try and make you comfortable. Hasn’t asked for anything in return. But he’s given you a home even though you’re as alien to him as he is to you. Flustered when he rumbles at you, but bends done, you reach up.

• Freezing as you go up on your toes and press your warm mouth against his mask, he clears his vents sharply. Unsure what to make of it, but suspicious that you probably want something. In his experience, others are only nice or kind when they need something. And your eyes drop, avoiding looking him in the face as your skin flushes. “I just wanted to thank you. I know you don’t have to do any of this and, just, thank you.” You’re so fragging adorable when you’re flustered and he doesn’t know how to react. Almost can’t stand how sweet you are. Needs more of it. Of you, but doubts you mean it how he wants you to. Wanted a mate when he went hunting and he’d found you. Someone who needed him and he likes being needed, looked to.

• Squeaking as he bands an arm around you and your feet leave the floor when he pins you against his chassis, you feel the vibration of his growling as he presses his face against your neck. Did you do something wrong? Sometimes he just does this. Grabs you, rumbling and growling. Sometimes mouthing your neck before he just sets you down on your feet and takes off like he’s embarrassed. You’ve chalked it up to weird alien stuff, but sometimes those big hands on you leave you flustered and hot. Know it’s silly, that he’s just your protector, but you like him. Even if he’s not human.

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! 

then many more ring out, closer now. inside the station. you freeze, thinking. thinking. you flick the light off. don't draw attention. you've been in the states long enough (either your whole life or just a few days. its infamous for shootings.) to know what to do.

you hope.

you press against the darkest corner of the bathroom stall in the corner. surely they wont see you even, if they come back here

the gunshots last no more than 30 seconds, quiet by the time you press yourself into the piss soaked corner. you'll deal with later.

hopefully.

at first, its dead silent, no screams no shots, but you do hear footsteps, several, stepping on debris if you had to guess.

until they stop at the door. you hear one door slam open, the other bathroom probably, but no shots.

empty. okay maybe—

a scream, cut off by a quick burst of shots. you press both hands to your mouth.

well, you're fucked.

it takes you biting into your hands, to keep from screaming as the door to yours is kicked open. you cant see the shooters, hidden by the dividers, but you can see one enter into the bathroom, not bothering with the lights, boots heavily walking to the first stall, its door slammed open.

then the second.

third

fourth

yours is next.

you didn't even get a chance to scream with how quickly the door to yours open.

you still yourself as much as possible for you swear the masked mans eyes like were glowing in the dark, but that wouldn't make sense, right? its barely a half second before a shrill whistle catches his attention, turning away.

holy shit, he didn't see, you think. the door swings shut as hes distracted and…

a beat

a second,

his boots move, moving quickly like…

hes leaving.

holy shit, hes leaving.

you wait.

and wait.

wait.

until you think its been long enough for them to do what they need and leave.

you brave leaving the restroom, and

holy shit, the fucking carnage

you don't glance at the bodies, not wanting to see if there were faces you know, face down in the blood.

you make your way outside, and sure enough, its just as bad.

you do your best to ignore the fact some were running away and were shot in the back.

you run to your friends car, praying. praying.

holy shit, the keys were right there on the seat. too good to be true. you go for the door and…

its locked.

oh yeah, didn't he cuss about dropping his keys as he got out.

before putting them in his pocket.

you stiffen, and the sound of gravel crunching under a foot is just behind you as you do.

Fuck.

you feel a large hand on your shoulder for a split second before you're flipped, back against the car door.

the masked man is fucking HUGE, as you swallow. his balaclava covering most of his face excepting his eyes.

holy shit, they are glowing. "w-what the fuck?" you let out quietly, not trying to brave. the man doesn't respond, only stepping a bit closer.

hey, you had a good run.

except… its still going. despite him, welding a fucking rifle, and slaughtering a gas station full of people,

he's… not make a move right now. just staring intensely down into your eyes. breathing heavy, but not winded.

who was he?

another whistle sounds off, and you spot two others, similarly dressed and with weapons of their own, standing a few feet away from a semi. they seems to be watching, waiting for this ones moves.

he straightens slowly, eyes not leaving yours. his hand moves up your shoulder, to the back of your neck, scruffing you like a street cat. he pushes you to walk, towards the others and the semi. you stumble to keep up with the pace he sets. one of the others pulls something that clinks out of his pocket, still not saying a damn word, quickly handing to the one holding you hostage now.

its embarrassing, despite your efforts, how quickly he manages to cuff you, and pushes you into the sleeper cab of them semi, placing you on the floor of the cab.

the one who had the cuffs climbed into the drivers, the other in shotgun.

as the truck pulled out from the scene, into the dark of the highway, the man who had grabbed you, sat quietly fiddling with his gun, his eyes never leaving yours.

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.

The real problem arises when you notice how good he looks. Because now you can’t focus on what you were saying and he’s just staring right at you and you don’t need a mirror to see how red you’re becoming. Does he really have to sit that way?? Has to make his lap look like the most appealing place to be?? You can see the outlines on his mesh between plating seams, his biolights pulsing right there. Years of intense military training manifested physically in front of you. Oh come on, he could at least try to cut you some slack. And he seems to notice your increasing difficulty, much to your dismay. 

He quirks a devious little smirk, leans forward and places a servo behind your back before he draws you into his lap to straddle him. 

“There, think you can focus now?” And he knows for a fact you can’t. Just thinks it’s funny. Likes to tease you in private because it’s the only time he doesn’t have to be the responsible one, not that he or his team are very responsible anyway. You give him most incredulous look and he just laughs, resuming his position from before and making a show of himself on purpose. 

“Jerk.”

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Note: another little scenario, I think I’m enjoying these little guys. Combaticons my beloved