The Lost Light and You are put at a disadvantage with the Combaticons. They want Megatron to hand over to DJD. You try to negotiate with them for Megatron to stay
Liason!Y/n: Listen, pal, you seem like an honest guy. Mm, is there any other deal that you can accept?
Swindle*Looks at the others and grins, pointing at you*Orgy
Liason!Y/n*Thinks about it nervously and points at the captains, themselves, and him*Hmm... You, me, and them?
Swindle: Mmm, Me, Combaticons, you~
Liason!Y/n*heavy sigh and rolls eyes nodding*UGHHH. I guess it's one of those things a Liason has to do...
You're in a bed, surrounded by the Combaticons. Swindle has his Servo on your naked thigh just above your robe, which you are taking off, and throws it at the "hidden" camera, which Swindle thought you wouldn't notice, blocking its view, but the sound can still be heard
Liason!Y/n*Looks at Swindle and Vortex on both of your sides while the others are infront of you*Now, before we start, what's the safe word?
Swindle: Cinnamon~
Liason!Y/n: Ooh, I like that. Now, I'd like to try something new, if you don't mind
Could we please potentially get a thief continuation for Swindle? If not, I understand!
If G1 Swindle is okay then yeah! I feel like everyone's always talking about his Animated version (I will get there eventually...). So I hope G1's Mr. Canonically sells his own gestalt members for scrap parts when they're still alive, is acceptable (o≧▽゜)o
✎"Thief" Gn BOT Reader x [G1] Swindle (plus a lil’ bit of the other Combaticons)
⦉Summary ❥ ⦊ He steals your cleaning cloth and finds himself unable to resist the perverted thought that immediately pops into his helm.
⦉Genre/theme 𖥔 ⦊ Smut 🔞
⦉Warnings ✘➥ ⦊ Obsessed/Yandere, porno making fantasies, possessive behavior, Swindle cranking it, Fantasy gangbang, Sticky, Smut, MDNI🔞
⦉Pronouns ★ ⦊ you, you're, yours
⦉Notes ✚ ⦊ The other Combaticons are mentioned as being attracted to reader too + they are apart of Swindle’s wank fantasy, Con reader, Spike and valve terms used for reader. Swindle being stupid.
Swindle cursed in his helm the whole rest of the way to his habsuite once they were back at their private base. Only stopping when his door closed behind him and he thunked his back against it. Your glare was still seared into Swindle’s memory banks. So sharp and totally threatening something, if he didn't back off then and there.
"I ain't buying-!" You hissed with a scowl before marching off. So pissed off you left your cleaning cloth and empty cube on the canteen table you were at. Swindle didn't think twice he just swiped your cleaning cloth and turned tailpipe to try and re think his strategy.
You still didn't want nothing to do with him. Getting more annoyed whenever he'd try to squeeze into your good graces with a steal he'd never offer to any other bot. Blast off looked at him like he was dumb when Swindle complained about it to him. Before Blast off asked if he's even tried to talk to you in any other way, instead of trying to sell ya something-? Well- sure!
... Not as often.
Now he's rethinking on that conversation now that you're mad at him again.
...
What if it was some other bot? Not you, but some other mech trying to sell him stuff the way he is you-?
Swindle would be mad, now that he's actually thinking about it plainly. These deals he's offering ya are way too good to be true. Not even in a "Oh, I need this off my servos sale. Take it sorta way.” Nah- the way all his deals for ya looked, would be what he would think was a fragging scam.
And he just fragging realized that's what it's exactly been lookin’ like from your perspective.
Swindle cursed, throwing his servos over his helm. "Fragging no good-!" How the pit did he miss that obvious over sight!? Stupid fragging personality programming-! No wonder you didn't want slag to do with him!
Swindle slid down the door and landed on his aft, scrubbing his servos down his faceplate. Before he remembered his find he'd snatched when you made such a quick exit.
He unsubspaced your cleaning cloth- turning it over and examining it. It looked ordinary. No clues or tells to how valuable the little thing actually was. Swindle knew damn well he wasn't about to be getting closer to ya anytime soon. He had slag and scrap he needed to clean up and repair before you even looked at him normally.
So, what if he just-?
Swindle looked right and then left even though he knew he was alone in his habsuite. Can never be too careful when you're a combiner. Always someone somewhere ya don't want ‘em or ever expect ‘em to be.
Scheduled mind meld wasn't for another cycle or two- meaning he wouldn't get slag for it till then. After all what's stopping him from taking full advantage of your cleaning cloth for those two days?
Nothing that's what.
With that he shoved your cloth up against his olfactory and inhaled. His hips immediately jumped and he grunted. Okay, that's good- that's real good! Primus, frag-! If he could actually hide this from the rest of his gestalt, he'd hide it somewhere and make 'em pay big to use it themselves. Fragging mind meld would just tell 'em exactly where it was. His next inhale had a throaty groan rumbling in the back of his throat. His array jumping to attention and pinging charge already just from a couple puffs.
Swindle needed to mend those bridges he burned with you-! Anything if ya let him this close to ya in the metal!
His panel pulled back and he grabbed the base of his spike as soon as it pressurized right. He could feel his whole array throb on his next savoring inhale. Frag, what would he do- what would he do with ya? He could do more then he could count. Memorize your plating, learn where you were the most fun to squeeze at, have you suck his spike like it was your function. The vice versa with him with your own spike.
His servo stroked up and down while more and more perverted ideas flashed through his helm. Use ya as his sweet stress relief. He could even make dirty videos and photos with you to sell to-
A quick flare of possessiveness flashed in his chassis and he thought over the idea a second time.
He didn't wanna share, (he wouldn't-! Only when it was his gestalt and that's not the same since they are him too!). But- frag! He's seen how some of the other cons look at you! Cons not his gestalt! Swindle knew to keep a look out for the little things- anything to help a potential sale. What do they look like they need-? Is their paint scuffed? Are their optics a little dull? Are they nervous? All things he can use to his advantage. Things just left out to be seen or taken advantage of- (like your cleaning cloth). And he started seeing how some of 'em looked at you. Really looked at ya.
It’s fragging obvious when he notices- and it just makes him slagged off whenever he thinks about it again. It makes him wanna put him between ya and them, but Onslaught said they couldn't lay it on too thick. Cause it could up and scare ya away. They were already at a disadvantage with you stationed at The Victory. Swindle never fragging thought he'd actually feel jealous of the mechs marooned on The Victory. Sharing space with every other Decepticon. Having their own base was a Primus sending. Sure, they came in The Victory pretty frequently. But you were there cause you lived there. With all the other fragging cons Swindle knew he couldn't trust.
Enjoying ya any time of the planets cycle.
But if they did make dirty videos or photos with you- they could show everyone how your his, and theirs! Swindle wouldn't mind if the others helped him get the point across you were theirs and nobody else's. Five pairs of servos focused on your frame. Swindle gasped against your cleaning cloth when he imagined that glare you usually gave him fragged outta ya; when they'd totally end up overstimulating you once they actually had ya. Taking those videos to show who you belonged to- making them pay to just see you being theirs. His valve squeezes down on nothing when he's thinking about them all taking turns with your spike and valve. Using your spike like a toy and stuffing your valve full of their transfluid.
He ends up bucking into his fist when he thinks about getting a close up of with your faceplate with the recorder. Just to grab your jaw and worry his thumb against your lower derma with his free servo. Sinking his spike into your already claimed valve with a slick sound from their already spent transfluid. And he thinks about a fragged out of it smile curling on your derma when he starts thrusting. He imagines you shooting your own transfluid onto your chassis as your spike throbs. All while he's fragging another load right into you. Swindle overloads with a groan shaking in his chassis and a gasping laugh that tapers off from his over wound charge. He arches against his door and thunks back onto it when it first hits him. Plating shaking and clenching while his hips jerk against his fist.
He's gasping in more vents against your cleaning cloth through his overload haze. The longer he does it the more his helm fogs brutally. Thinking about ya cutting strips of his paint right off with your digit pads.
Swindle didn't know how he was gonna be getting in your good graces yet. But he did know once he was in there, he wasn't gonna let you go. Till ya realized what he was offering was well worth your while...
So me and my bestie started reading your fanfics and you took smut into a whole new level oh my godd... And it's fucking heavenly, got us both barking, especially on Megatron.
If it isn't much of a hassle, can you make either the combaticons or the constructicons?
˙⋆✮ combaticons x human fem reader 18+
-> warning/tags: minors dni. orgy, double penetration, recording. no plot, just porn. 2.3k words
eeee thank you so much!! i love writing for megatron, he does smth to me that i cannot put into words. i am forever a gooner at heart 🙂↕️
“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.
first time writing for this many mechs and it was kinda hard to juggle so i apologise if this seems rushed!!<3
DO I??? BOY I LOVEEEEEEE COMBINERS.... the very concept of them is so fascinating to me and the lore leaves a lot of parts about mechanism of combination vague. how strong is the gestalt bond? just how mentally fused are they? how does it effect their psyche?
disorganised ramble below
in IDW, combiners have a separate consciousness. its not a combination of each component mech's sentience into one being, the combiner itself had a mind of its own. it keeps varying from continuity to continuity. i personally like the one where the combined form's consciousness is basically a mix of all component mechs so i'm going with that here.
check this post out here for more. i'm probably gonna reiterate points from that post on here.
since this is an x reader blog, obviously i'm gonna rant abt the x reader potential of combiners
one single bot in a combiner team falls in love and all of em suffering. 'crush-mind virus' is the very real and technical term used to explain it. a bot is in love with you, they combine and as an effect of combination, their emotions are shared and that affection towards you is included.
it leaves open to many funny scenarios too. like you have this harem pining after you and depending on how dysfunctional they are, they're either at each other's throats or working together to charm you up.
but since its a group of mechs, there's no way in hell the first thing you're gonna think is "oh, they're all in love with me". you probably think they're being friendly. normal bots don't go as a team to try and rizz someone up...
in their combined state though, you're probably in danger. esp when its decepticon combiners because oh, boy... they are a mess... its like the messiest polycule ever, more like harem though. cause they all want you.
ALSOOOOO another fun little yandere thing is that i believe their way of keeping their darling bound to them would be trying to extend gestalt bond to you.
yes, you. they'd probably try to include you in their combined state. that way, you're literally bound to them in a way that's far stronger than any sparkbond because when you guys combine, they can feel everything you feel. every ache in your spark, the joy you feel, your sorrows, your everything. there won't be a single thing their darling can hide from them now! you're screwed. and the best part of it all is that you can feel their overwhelming devotion and love for your first hand, the sheer scale of obsession they have over you without them having to say a word. its so much more intimate than any other act conceivable if you think about it because you guys are literally forming a single entity by sharing your body and mind, peering into each other's very sparks in the process.
they typically don't think of their gestalt bond in such a way and see it more as a tool to obliterate the enemy. they've only thought about how big and strong they are when combined. but when the topic of binding you to them gets brought up amongst them... it's such a delicious offer. they get to see their sweetspark from the inside, they get to learn more about their mind... how could they pass that up?
but its not easy to achieve cause they'll need to modify your frame and for that, they'll need someone like Shockwave or Bombshell. and they'll also need to make some kind of emotional bond with you because if you hate them and they combine, it might drive their combined state into a frenzy. kinda like how menasor is so batshit insane cause the stunticons are super dysfunctional. they need your co-operation, they need to butter you up and make you fall for them. but i believe some of the more dysfunctional and batshit insane combiner teams wouldn't care and might even force you into a gestalt bond with them :3
Devastator so far is my favourite. he's got more screen time so obviously he's got more personality development. plus, i think the construticons are sooooooo cute. esp in IDW. the combiner wars arc was fun
Reader is ── Gender Neutral | Human
Story is ── Romantic | Headcanons
Warnings ── N/A
Bruticus
✦ ── Surprisingly, one of the more nonchalant combiners when not under direct threat. Bruticus is best when combined, as opposed to just the sum of his parts.
✦ ── The only thing he lacks is the gentle parts. The kindness and the steady movements having such a small partner demands. He makes up for it with his sheer desire to prove he can take care of you just as well as his lone components.
✦ ── Not knowing where you are is an easy fix. At least one of his components is an inovator, and now you've always got a bell tied to some part of you. If you try to take it off, it will end up permanently affixed to you.
✦ ── While he may be military smart, Bruticus isn't the brightest bulb. He gets confused easily when you talk to him about anything non-war-related. Cocks his head to the side and gives you that uncertain stare. It's the cutest he'll ever look.
✦ ── Brings you to fights just to put you somewhere safe so you can watch him beat the shit out of the enemies. You might even catch Bruticus glancing back at your spot to make sure you're still watching him.
Defensor
✦ ── The gentlest of all combiners without having to put too much work into it, Defensor is well aware of your fragility and aims to protect you in any way he can. Unfortunately, this means he is the least willing to handle you.
✦ ── Holding you during a fight is out of the question. It isn't so much him he is worried about. It's whatever might be done to him. But when times are calm, he'll grab a blanket and scoop you up with it. Something soft he doesn't have to worry about pinching too tight that holds you gently for him.
✦ ── Being around you is always a moment of self-discovery for the components, who are still getting to know one another. What Defensor does know is that he loves you, as confusing as the urges to both nuzzle his cheek against you or act nonchalant are.
✦ ── A bit embarrassed about his verbal tic, how he doesn't exactly speak to you how his components and others might. Likes when you talk to him, instead. He'll rumble and whirr in response to let you know he's listening.
✦ ── Reassure him, please. He acts all capable and confident, of course. But something in him melts when you urge him to speak, when you compliment his abilities, when you say you love *him* and not just his components.
Devastator
✦ ── Honestly so sweet. He may be destructive, but his components make things. They use their servos and are gentle when needed. So he must be able to as well, right?
✦ ── More hesitant to hold you. Would rather have you somewhere high up where he can sit near you and watch what you're doing. At most, he'll reach a digit out to poke you when you aren't paying enough attention to him.
✦ ── It's difficult to ignore him, though. He has what looks like a permanent pout on his face, and he'd look adorable if he weren't so dangerous. His engines also rumble real loud when he's near you. You're not sure he's noticed.
✦ ── Why are his servos shaking? You're imagining things, sweetspark. Ignore that it's literally jostling you. He isn't nervous about handling you the first time...the first few times...every time. Not at all.
✦ ── It's clear when the big guy has lost track of you because he will completely freeze up. Too scared if he moves a single joint, you might get crushed, or if he steps back, his pede will hit you. That's the only time you see him patient, waiting to hear from you so he knows it's okay to move.
Menasor
✦ ── Extremely intimidating without trying, and it works to his advantage with you. You should be at least a bit scared of him, because that's how he knows you'll be careful around him.
✦ ── Not too scared, though. Enjoys startling you, seeing you jump when he slams a hand near you or growls a little too loudly. But he still desires your love as much as his components. Look at him, talk to him, trust him. He will fight for you.
✦ ── Struggles with words, a lot. He'd be embarrassed if he cared, but it never occurred to him until his components fell for you that he might want to use words. To talk, rather than lash out. Now he hates it.
✦ ── The most rough out of any combiner when handling you, but to Menasor, he's treating you like the most fragile thing in the entire universe. He's running out of patience, but he won't let himself snap when it comes to you. You'll get some bruises, but nothing more.
✦ ── Prefers your company directly as opposed to just with his components, which is why he hates that he mostly comes out for battles. He can't hold you while he's fighting. At least the anger from missing you and his desire to get things over with propel him towards victory.
Superion
✦ ── Total show-off. So many components in him are vying for your attention, and so long as you're looking at him, they've all got it. A lot more humble with his smack talk when you're around, because why talk when he can show?
✦ ── Not as worried as a group of bots should be about hurting you. That's mostly because Superion plans for things. He knows he won't hurt you because he is fully capable of being careful. You are capable, too. You'll let him know if he needs to be gentler.
✦ ── But...perhaps...not that he would ever ADMIT IT. He is terrified of getting lost in his own ego and hurting you because of it. There is always some level of caution behind what he does, evident in how he hesitates before moving when you're with him.
✦ ── He isn't sure why you seem so amused when he talks, but you seem to find his wording funny, and that's good enough for him. Something about dry humour, though you're not sure if it's intentional or not.
✦ ── Superion enjoys spending time with you and will display his displeasure when he doesn't see you for long periods of time. It doesn't seem like being around his components counts. HE wants to talk to you.
Author's Note ── Ignore that 2/3 of the art for Bruticus is actually from Skybound. It isn't my fault that IDW has so few appearances of Bruticus...and Skybound's covers of him are literally perfect.
A small gift for @the-body-of-water, who mentioned liking combiners and I think the combined forms deserve some extra love <3 You only mentioned the Constructicons and Aerialbots, but I hope my additions were acceptable,,,
Synopsis: Defensor and Bruticus love rivalry with their favorite human! Oh but how do the other bots feel about it?..
Note: Experimenting to see if I enjoy the blue/green colors more than green/orange… hmm
TW/CW: Minors do not interact. Gender neutral human reader, suitable for afab and amab readers, mentions of violence and potential kidnapping but there is absolutely no noncon or anything of that nature! Consensual game of cat and mouse. Both flustered and confident reader! Both rowdy and calm reader too. OOC warning! Bruticus is nice to reader as are the other Combaticons (no toxic relationships for this post ya’ll)
Characters: Defensor and Bruticus!
Protectobots: Hot Spot, First Aid, Blades, Groove, Rook, and Streetwise! Combaticons: Onslaught, Blast Off, Vortex, Brawl, and Swindle!
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What started as a genuine battle for your safety, both combiners firmly believing they were the better option for you to stay with, has now turned into a game of cat and mouse. One week the Combaticons steal you away, and the next the Protectobots come take you right back. It’s all fun and games until they bring out the big guys, their gestalts, both of which have become horribly, hopelessly in love with little ole you; a human.
Thing is, they honestly were going to blow each other’s sparks clean out of their chambers at first. However, having somehow found yourself at home with both teams, and both seeing and very much feeling the affection their combiners had for you, there has become somewhat of an unspoken rule between the rivaling teams. No fighting to the death while you’re around- to avoid you getting hurt- and they get to steal you away from the opposing team periodically. It’s so the big guy gets his time with you, t-that’s all! Totally not because they’ve all become attached..
Every time you find yourself getting comfortable at the Combaticons base.. The Protectobots, more specifically Defensor, steal you back again.
I mean come on, they’re the *Combat*icons, it’s literally in the name! How could they trust your safety to *them* of all Decepticons? They could hurt you! What if Swindle caught wind of those grubby bots who pay a high price for a cute human pet? Absolutely not!
But how could the Combaticons put their faith in a bunch of up tight Autobots either? And put you in danger to be some other Decepticon or Autobots next meal? I mean come on, the Protectobots can’t even keep Blades in order and you expect the Cons to just trust them “cause they’re Autobots”?? Not gonna happen. You’re safe at Combaticons HQ and that’s final.
As much as both sides hate sharing, you seem to enjoy this back and forth. Their very own adorable, troublemaker human gets a sick kick out of them fighting over you. Like to make them sweat it seems. How they ended up in such a situation, none of them know. But they’ll be damned if something bad happens to you.
Oddly enough, there is some solace in knowing exactly who has taken you from them. They know where you are, and that you’ll be safe at the very least. As much as both sides should be more angry, they can’t help but be a little glad to have found such an outlet for all the stress of the war. You never exactly return injured either, so that helps.
Part of sharing means dealing with the opposing combiners scent all over you upon your return, and Bruticus absolutely hates that. Can’t stand the idea of those pesky Autobots or that tin can Defensor cuddling up to you, stealing your warmth. Despite his violent nature, he’s gentle with you. Tries to be anyway. Especially when smushing his faceplate against your form as you’re sat in his servos, rubbing his scent on you not entirely unlike a big metal cat. Gentle as he may try to be, he’s still massive, so it takes some getting used to- said metal isn’t exactly soft. Got pinched more than once by his plating. Yeesh. He seems to enjoy it when you taunt him about Defensors scent all over you though, even if you personally can’t tell at all. Knowing he’ll just snatch you up and replace it with his makes it too fun not to. Tease him too much and he might just give in to his component Vortex’s desires to bite you.
And bite you he has. Although, one of the many things he adores about you is your lack of fear towards him and his Cons. He’s massive, so are they, and yet you still sass them and put them in their place? That’s hot. You threaten to smack him cause he pissed you off? Do it. He’s not even hiding how much he wants that. Is that his Vortex component again? Could be Brawl, he doesn’t care.
As sweet to you as he is, Bruticus still likes to watch you squirm. He’s certainly not above licking you, glossa swiping from your thigh to cheek, just to see you huff in frustration. Complaining and growling at him. Likes you happy of course, but he likes you mad too.
He enjoys flustering you if he can, although he struggles to know exactly what to do. Not like he’s super experienced with this, ya know? It’s not as simple as breaking stuff and punching bots. Every time you have a cute reaction to his flirting attempts, he has to manually silence his Swindle component, who seems to think you’re too precious not to make a profit with. Immediately filling him with a greed that could rival the Bible, but he’s more interested in your attention than shanix.
One thing Bruticus doesn’t really understand are the silly nicknames you give him and the cons, but he still enjoys them. Can feel a part of his spark practically melt when you call him yours. Can get pretty possessive after that though.. In fact, they all do. Sorry, but it seems you’re gonna have to call in to work tomorrow..
Your rowdy nature coupled with your crude humor were also major selling points for him. You mean you can joke around with his Cons and keep up with their energy? How much energy do humans have?? Don’t care, that’s dope. Blast-Off has more than once been left a sputtering mess of metal and wires after receiving one of your witty retorts or flirty passes.
As if they needed more reasons to want you all for themselves, you’ve won over the big guy with your lack of judgment towards his mental fortitude. Bruticus is a bit dimwitted, to say the least, but you never treat him as such. He’s not just a mindless killing machine to you, even if he does enjoy it anyhow. Showering him in compliments and praise, like his own person and not just a gestalt. Others treat his components like people, but not him. It’s a surprising but not unwelcome change of pace.
At the same time, he appreciates how you care about each part of him. Literally. His components. You put up with their antics and seem to have fun doing so. The Combaticons are more than well aware their personal affections for you have played a role in only amplifying his. How could they not though? Yeah they’re super difficult, and more importantly dangerous, but you stick around. Even if they do have to keep planning elaborate escapes to get you back from the Bots. Not that Onslaught minds creating new tactics, of course.
But sometimes those tactics fall through, allowing Defensor to come crash the party and “save” you. Much to the Protectobots surprise as mentioned before, you never return to them injured. Always slightly on edge due to the level of violence they’ve experienced from the cons. Don’t really want to think about what it means for you to be so heavily favored, desired even, by such a group of bad bots, so they shove their worries under the rug for now.
They should probably be far more worried than they are, but it’s hard to stay that way when you immediately relax into Defensors servo- wait, are you napping?? You’re not even back at base yet!
None of them can really get enough of you relaxing into their touch like that, or nuzzling your cheek against Defensors faceplate. If he could turn bluer, he would. His components though? Oh they certainly do. Blushing like crazy, minus Hot Spot whose face remains unseen, every time you give them affection. It makes you laugh how simple they can be at times. Century old legendary warriors getting flustered by a human? Ha! Why wouldn’t you tease them a little?
Defensor is especially partial to your laugh and smiling face. He likes to be the cause, but will except it being one of his parts instead. Just not that piece of scrap, Bruticus. You never fail to include him, always mentioning him as part of the team. He’s not just their gestalt, he’s a full member with his own autonomy. The big bot really struggles to feel that way for a while, even causing him to slip up in battle a few times. But your praise and encouragement get him back in the game, reminding him of his place in your heart and on the team.
Although it is a bit stressful to have to nab you back from the Cons, it’s nice to just- not have to fight all the time. Gives them something else to do. Again, they never quite feel comfortable with this arrangement or your safety being in their rivals hands. Defensors First Aid component always fretting and checking you over in his servos the second he can. The medic worries about your health in this situation, what if you become too stressed out? That’s horrible for humans! How would he even fix that? Can’t exactly just waltz into the Combaticons base and demand they stop. He’s not super keen on getting tackled by Brawl immediately either.
It’s hard for Defensor to balance out his worry for you with his desire to kick that rust bucket Bruticus’ aft though, and everyone blames his Blades side for that. Ever the feisty one, isn’t he? The helicopter is always pulling Defensor to be less forward with his affections for you, ever the withdrawn, brooding bad boy of the group. Groove is probably having one hell of a time fighting Blades on that one, desperate to drink in every second of your affection.
Defensor is pretty glad to have someone like Groove around, and Streetwise too. Those two allow him to, sometimes at least, flirt with you in a reasonable way. Ya know, for a several million year old bot who’s intensely trying to understand human courting rituals. He wouldn’t be near as suave without them guiding him. Although suave is.. one way to put it. He’ll keep at it though. You’re just so cute when you get flustered or feel confident because of his comments. As you should, you deserve it! They simply adore any reaction you have.
You make Defensor, and frankly all the Bots, feel like they belong on Earth, with humans. The very thing he’s come to love so much. Thinks of himself as one of you, he’s a bit slow on the uptake that he isn’t quite the same. Knows he’s different but the nature of combiners means he struggles with.. well, thinking. Regardless, you’re always so sweet to him. Patient and understanding, you explain your own culture and listen to theirs. His normally fearless Rook component even melts at your kind nature. And why wouldn’t he? Why wouldn’t any of them?
Suppose it can’t be helped. Someone like you is bound to win over the sparks of any bot they meet. As such, both teams will just have to keep taking you back until one side concedes. Ooorr maybe they’ll keep it up for fun. For you. Who knows what this weird situation holds, hm?
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Note: Combiners man.. these damn combiners… hnng-
Anyway, felt like this one ended abruptly, but oh well. I’m not necessarily unhappy with it, just an observation:p
The idea of the Combaticons pet human being an At Large criminal bc they always happen to be at the scene of various crimes. Fleeing from the cops in a yellow Jeep after a heist. Seen in the cockpit of a helicopter that seems to create twisters and fires at random civilians. Witnessed hopping out of a green tank that just bulldozed a small town. Many such cases. When in reality they're just getting dragged around by living vehicles, but who's gonna believe that??
the sheer temptation and need to write a whole fic of combaticons x reader . based on the comic BB Win If You Dare. hahahahaahah its not even temptation im actually planning it
