#the constructicons x reader

Tracks is in the middle of trying to put the second layer of new paint on a bot when you message him. Tracks finishes the area he's coating before letting himself open whatever image you'd sent him and- he pauses again and finds himself taking in the provocative teasing sight you'd sent him. His array is slowly trying to become active while staring at the naughty position you'd decided to pose yourself, in an obvious attempt to get him riled up. The caption only makes Tracks click his glossia audibly at the sight.

Tracks is exactly the type of diva who immediately cancels every other appointment he has for the day and works through his current client with a purpose. That purpose? He's suddenly got much more important matters to attend to than detail and paint work! He makes sure his work on his current client is perfect before shoo'ing them out of his work shop while muttering care tips for their new perfect coat. And he reorganizes his tomorrow schedule to squeeze in who he canceled on today while on his drive to your habsuite.

Once Tracks is there he's finding wherever you are (if you do move from your original spot he is a touch upset.) And without a hello, Tracks is getting between your thighs and he's pulling your frame so he can get between them properly. Luckily, there's still high grade all over your frame and modesty panel so Tracks doesn't dilly dally and gets to cleaning your paint (yes, with his glossia). Honestly you were too much-! Making him come over to clean your paint for you like this? Didn't you know high grade when left on paint for long periods of time can lead to possible paint fade?! He's pausing between his glossia dragging on your panel to scold you for your obviously absurd blunder. But he does his dill diligence to clean everything off of you even when he's berating you for being his stupid Conjunx.

9/10 Tracks is a brat but he's your brat. He is the fastest one to get to you here and down to business with the least mayhem left behind him.

Starscream is reading over work in the laboratory when you send him something on his com. He opens the image of whatever it is to glance even though he's in the middle of a paragraph. Because busy schedule be sparkdamned, you were much more important than some silly- Starscream’s optics widen and he freezes exactly in his place and stares at you. And your panel... and the high grade all over- the caption causes his wings to flick.

Starscream’s also the type to immediately get up, other responsibilities be sparkdamned! But then he's reminded that he will not have time for some of his experiment tomorrow if he doesn't get through his today work load. Oh, he is irate. You know. You know he's busy, and you- no matter. Starscream’s lazy attitude is gone and he slams through just what he absolutely needs to get done today. Before rushing out of the laboratory and transforming. Definitely possibly breaks air traffic laws, to get to your habsuite faster than he would otherwise.

Starscream rushes into your habsuite and speed walks while calling out your designation to find you again- when he does finally find you Starscream smiles soft. And then Starscream genuinely smiles- sharp. And he grabs you by your thighs no matter where you're at and gets between them as soon as he can. Honestly sending an image like that to him! You still have high grade all over your lower chassis and modesty panel. Starscream rightfully scolds you before he lets himself taste your panel- the taste of high grade accompanying it. His digits firm, allowing zero chance of you escaping him and pulling away what he rightfully deserved. What would you do without him-?! Huh? Sit there with high grade wasted on your own armor?! Disgraceful- utterly disgraceful. You're lucky he actually cares about you. And double so that you have such an attentive conjunx- truly Starscream spoils you.

8/10 it's Starscream. He gets there slower than Tracks and might leave some loose ends via speeding to get to your habsuite faster, but at least he doesn't get caught.

Astrotrain’s doing cargo delivery with a busy day. It's mostly all cargo transports so at least he doesn't have to worry about anybody trying to complain about him being a "poor host" or some slag. He's flying when he gets a message from you. It's an image so he ends up waiting till he's back on the ground to unload to look- Astrotrain stops in the middle of opening his side door at the sight of you. You with high grade spilled all over your front and closed array- The caption makes his train engine rumble.

Astrotrain is reminded where he is when the mechs supposed to unload their delivery knock on his shuttle door. Slag-! His servos are tied! Astrotrain blasts off after everything is accounted for and picks up speed. Maybe he breaks air traffic laws while trying to finish his rounds as quick as possible. (And maybe he gets a ticket.) Not important. Astrotrain is supposed to unload the last delivery himself as a drop off. Since its not breakable slag, he tilts and just dumps it all onto the ground where he's supposed to leave it and he's fragging gone in a klick.

He stomps into your habsuite because of the slag he had to get through after you sent that to him. Another who mech handles you when he first catches sight of you, but probably more so since Astrotrain’s big enough he's gonna be able to pick you up easy. Even if you happen to be larger since shuttles are build to handle heavy loads. He'll carry you and toss you onto your berth. Before he's forcibly dragging your pelvis up by your hips into the air for easier access. Doesn't matter if you happen to be small enough he ends up making you completely air born- You knew what that slag would do to him-! The high grades starting to get sticky from how long it was sitting on your armor. You fragging- you weren't moving until he got every trace of this mess off your panel-!

7/10 The ticket is a point of contention but Astrotrain does his job as fast as he can and does get to your habsuite quickly regardless.

Skyfire had just gotten back from a short interstellar supply mission he had. The bots were polite thankfully about the cargo delivery and the trip went off without a hitch. Skyfire checks his com when he feels himself get a message from you. He was still stuck orbiting the atmosphere waiting for landing clearance. The image makes him balk and then his fans to turn on when he reads the caption. His cruel conjunx! It's not his fault he's stuck out here! He can't make them hurry any faster! Skyfire huffs and can feel his array stir in interest while staring at the teasing photo.

He's suffering but Skyfire can only urge them to hurry without seeming unreasonable when he cannot also give them a reason why he needs to be done sooner than later. Skyfire can't rush them but when he gets landing clearance he lands in a jog- shouts his status to the pit stop crew and also messages them his internal readings. He transforms again and blasts off when he gets back to where he's allowed to fly in the city. Skyfire flies as quickly as he can without breaking air traffic laws- he wouldn't allow himself to get a ticket! (Also because getting a ticket would make him even later then he already was!)

Skyfire has to catch his vents by the time he lands in front of your habsuite. But he enters and he ends up seeing you almost as soon as he does. Skyfire will get on his knees where you're sitting and rest his cheek against your inner thigh. And look up at you with his optic ridge worried. The high grade is still on your modesty panel but it's mostly dry at this point. Love- why- why did you decide to make him suffer while on his work shift? Did you feel like he'd been neglecting you that badly? Skyfire's servos find your thighs and he drags you towards the edge of your seat. It was- well, it was still possible to clean it off like you'd asked. Even if it might take longer when it was like this...

6/10 Doesn't break air traffic laws like the above two but it's also why he takes so long to get back in the first place. Gets an extra point for being cute.

Another day another cycle working on architecture on cybertron. It was an all servos on deck situation with The Constructicons. Every single one of them was focused on point as Scrapper chimed in between his own work to direct the rest of the team when he needed to. Then all pit breaks loose when Scavenger yelped loudly. Long Haul and Hook turned towards the sound, one to scold, the other to insult about having to fix damage at a time like this. Then they all get to watch Scavenger make a break for it- Actually try and ditch them on shift! Bonecrusher grabbed him before he could run off and Scavenger just shouts your designation while still trying to escape.

They all freeze before checking their coms- Multiple of them curse and Mixmaster whistled. Scrapper stepped forward immediately knowing everyone would scatter as soon as they realized what they were looking at. And what your text said. Promiscuous ( and very attractive) Conjunx aside- They still had a job to do. And they had a lot of ground to cover. Scrapper warns there isn’t going to be any sloppy work but that also didn’t mean they couldn’t also put petal to the metal and work on crunch time. It is a labor- filled with cursing, a few injuries, grime, and a lot of scuffed paint. But they finish their job in record time with no corners cut.

They don’t even stop to wash (much to Hook’s grievances but he’s not letting the rest of them get to you without him!). And they almost take down your door when they shove themselves into your habsuite. It takes them three nano-klicks to realize you're not in the main lounge.The sound of solvent running tells them you’re in your wash rack. You jump and stare at Mixmaster who manged to squeeze himself in first through the wash rack door. Only to end up rushed by all six of your riled up significant others. And they definitely don’t all fit in your wash rack with you but they’re crowding you regardless. Not hesitating to get under the solvent with you and start getting grabby. You’re getting scolded, groped, and grabbed from multiple sides-! Solvent slipping between you all while they show you exactly how much they enjoyed the little photo you’d sent them.

6/10 Even later than Skyfire but they leave no ends untied and also are thorough with treating you right and cleaning you up at the end of it all.

Ratchet is in the middle of doing his rounds for everyone in his unit, having to pick up slack for one of the newer medic assistants because they had to call out due to an emergency. You send him something on his com but only two messages, so Ratchet assumes it isn't an emergency and continues on. He only checks it when he has the time- when he goes on break. He's stops in the middle of raising his energon cube up to his derma at the sight of the high grade spilled down your front. Ratchet’s derma set firm at the caption.

He vents long and deliberately while running through his options. And unfortunately he was stuck. Especially with the shift he was covering while still doing his own. So he buries down the charge trying to circle under his panel. With that he goes back to his work- running through thoughts and the sight of you like that. Ratchet does make sure to stay on his work load and to clean as he goes to help limit how long he'd really be staying. He gets an idea halfway through his shift and he follows through with it after finally finishing his shift and before heading to your habsuite.

You're in your berth by the time Ratchet let's himself in. You're not in recharge thankfully reading something on your data pad, so he announces himself and climbs in after you. You half shift like you were going to make room for him but Ratchet grabs you firm and drags your frame closer instead. He’s kneeling over you before long and he unsubspaces the bottle of high grade he bought- pops it open and flips it upside down- Unceremoniously pouring it out and utterly drenching the front of your frame. When about half is left in the bottle Ratchet stops and flips the bottle right side up and brings it to his derma. Chugging the other half of the bottle till its empty and subspacing it after. Ratchet laughs and finally speaks then. He apologizes about the wait but he had the thought in his mind since you sent those messages to him. And that he plans to follow through with the stupid little perverted idea you put in his processor no matter what.

5/10 Is one, if not the latest any bot could possibly be in this scenario. But Ratchet gets major points for the smoothest damage control he could do in this situation.

Divider credits @/enchanthings, @/cafekitsune, @/diviniyae

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

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

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

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

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

How they wanted to spike you as Devastator.

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

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

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

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

Because it was supposed to be a charge filled fantasy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then Scrapper just said they could try again.

And they all realized he was right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

To the position he had you in.

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

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

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

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

But undeniably wanting- urging-!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You only gasped and vented till you eventually quieted down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That they just had to try again.

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

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

Divider support credit: @/cursed-carmine

Art Credit: @/David Nakayma