❤︎ “Greedy” GN BOT Reader x Devastator [G1]
⦉Summary ❥ ⦊ Taking your lovers as Devastator. (Not in a fight)
⦉Genre/theme 𖥔 ⦊ Smut Scenario 🔞
⦉Warnings ✘➥ ⦊ Undisclosed breeding kink, Sticky, Serious size difference, Mentions of mech preg (doesn’t happen but the Constructicons are certainly trying), Stomach bulge, Overstuffed creampies (A lil bit of cumflation), Overstimulation, Smut MDNI🔞, Bottom reader, A brief mention of hole gape post being used as a toy
⦉Pronouns ★ ⦊ You, Your, Yours
⦉Notes ✚ ⦊ GN cybertronian reader, Big bot reader, Readers described as about almost three helms taller then the Constructicons in root mode, (Just imagine you come up to Devastators knee's), Valve/Spike terms for reader, He/They pronouns for Devastator (Because they literally are lol), Inspired by a conversation with @just-a-moray-eel
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
