#constructicons x reader

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Autobots: Decepticons are keeping humans?! THEY'RE PROBABLY LIVING A NIGHTMARE!

The human under the care or the constructicons:

(it's literally babrie dream house, i want to live in babrie dream house)

@revelboo you and you're all fics are making me go wild

[revelboo]

I didn't want to do this ask since you have such a full inbox but I couldn't get this Soft Tiny AU idea out of my head!

I was thinking of Metroplex when I started thinking who else would enjoy being smaller and then boom it hit me, Devastator! He'd be near the size of a regular mass displaced bot! It be really interesting seeing how the caretaker reacts to that and what Devastator would do too!

It's fine if you don't do this one! I'll keep reading your incredible stories! Hope the weather is going alright for you!

He’d love the attention

Mass Displacement Mayhem- Soft AU

Constructicons x Reader

• Adjusting Mixmaster against your hip, you have the thought that this is probably how a mother possum feels. Because all six of them had wanted to be picked up as soon as you’d picked up one of the tiny cuties. So now you’re just covered in miniature Constructicons. The tiny mechs clinging to your clothes as you slowly walk back to the dorm, weighed down with them. And you turn when you hear yelling. Staring at another caretaker screaming profanity as they run from a jet the size of a house cat.

• Rumbling warily as he adjusts his grip on you, Bonecrusher growls when he recognizes Overlord. Chasing a human. And he hears Scavenger start growling a warning, too. “Hey!” You yell and he vents when the other human runs toward you. “Oh,” you murmur, stumbling back a step when Overlord swings your way, too. Doesn’t know the word you say next as you retreat with them, but your field prickles through him with your fear.

• Snarling at Overlord to back off in their own language as the miniature jet circles and the other human grabs your arm when Overlord dives at both humans, Hook tenses. And the stranger is trying to hide behind you to his annoyance. Feels the aggravation of the others building, rumbling growing louder. Barely leashed aggression spinning him tight. Before he’s reaching for Scrapper, grabbing the other Constructicon.

• Swatting at the tiny jet as it swoops and dives at your face, you’ve unlocked a new fear. Thinking of all the stupid videos you’ve seen of people accidentally flying drones into their own faces, you try to not drop any of your mechs as you fend off whoever this new alien is. And Bonecrusher pushes off of you, hitting the ground right before they’re all letting go. Then combining. Though it loses something when they end up only a foot taller than you are.

• Hooking an arm around you to make you yelp as your feet get swung off the ground, Devastator roars at Overlord. Swinging his, their, free hand to try and swat the smaller Decepticon down as you hang pinned against their side. “Frag off!” They snarl. Hears you snort, before you’re giggling, hands over your face. Denta bared, he backs up, nudging the other human back as he tracks the tiny jet.

[star-gxze]

what is with all this ai writing

guys what is with the uproar with this ai in your writing? It makes your story boring like wth for example I’ll be searching for some x reader and I come across the most chat gpt ass writing ever like are “writers” getting extremely lazy to the point of using ai? Cmon guys stop letting ai write your prompt and you do it your damn self 💔

[berracids]

I like to think bots with different forms of alt mode have this kind of ‘natural need’ they need to fulfill, kind of like animals and their instincts.

Like seekers often live in taller and higher buildings just so they can free drop and change alt mode to fly, and to teach sparkling seekers to get assimilated to the ‘falling’ part of flying.

And the ones with racer ground forms have this thing at the back of their processors that they need to…just race, to ‘run’ if you would, bots like blurr, knockout, rodimus, and even bumblebee at times, those bots need to feel their pipes going hot after speeding for hours, if they don’t they just feel restless

And heavier grounder bots honestly depends on what alt mode they currently have or they already have as it changes their ‘wants and needs’ take the constructicons for an example, they ENJOY building and breaking down things, moving them carrying them etc. or ones with trucks like Optimus or ultra Magnus who happens to carry other’s alt modes in their storage cargos.

I like to be delusional and think that titan class transformers like community, they like to be around other bots, as they want to be involved into a lot of space wirh the others, not necessarily in a parasocial way, they just want to be more included in a way rather than just being ‘the city’, they often feel lonely as they don’t get to interact with others in their bipedal forms as they’re too big.

Or another take is that they just prefer things that way and that they don’t want to be bothered and to leave them alone.

Not to forget the minicons who just LOVE close proximity to others, it doesn’t matter if they’re cassetticons/drones etc, like to hang out with others, to be carried around (although not all likes that for example ravage), minicons like rumble and frenzy often don’t mind being carried around.

All of that inevitably is what their human has to deal with if they were to be with them; so you’re often times dragged with them a lot of times.

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[therobotsarestuckinmyhead]

Hello beautiful person! If possible could I request Yandere G1 devastator with a decepticon reader the other decepticons don't like very much? Maybe they see reader as a weakling and devastator relates to being an outsider in the decepticons ranks. You're amazing for writing our requests have a wonderful day!!!! ❤️

[IDW/G1] ♡ "WEAKLING" yan. Devastator (Constructicons)

HIIII devastator anon! THANK YOU SO MUCH AND I HOPE YOU ARE TAKING GOOD CARE OF YOURSELF :D i love writing requests <3 kinda short and i'm not sure if its that good :C

scenario: no one seems to like you but they do, and that means devastator wants you too.

warnings: decepticons being decepticons. non-con touching. mentions of violence. possessiveness.

note: if devastator likes you, then one of the constructicons definitely likes you as well. decepticon reader. a frankenstein fic where i combine hcs with blurbs of actual writing.

You stroke his curiosity in every way, the combiner often never thinks about other bots or even really cares about them. Devastator likes to... well, devastate. He has no other passions or functions, he's merely the extension will of his individual component mechs. Perhaps one of his components like you a lot, but whatever be the case...

The feeling has him on edge. He can barely focus on the fight as Megatron yells orders from the background. Devastator catches his optics lingering on you and it costs him, every stolen glace costs him in the form of a punch right into his face. Defensor isn't backing down one bit here as he finds himself strangely drawn to you.

But... If he takes care of this big oaf in front of him, he may be able to observe you closer. Closer than you'd like. So its what he tries, the fighting is fierce and Megatron seems pleased with Devastator's performance.

And the moment he's done with Defensor with a fierce blow right into his helm, the gestalt now fractured into his many component mechs, Devstator has his visor flashing your way. You don't seem to notice though, far too engrossed in... His optics zoom in to catch a better look of your status fighting...

Only to see that you were getting your aft handed to you miserably. Jazz was giving you tons of trouble and the moment he registered that you were being hurt, a strange anger swelled up in his spark. Devastator is used to rage, but seeing Jazz's servos on your frame as he manages to wrestle you and pin you down irks him in a way he's never felt before.

Far too engrossed getting you in his servos, Megatron's further commands are being drowned out— Devastator is done with his part anyway so all of his leader's words enter one audial and leaving the other as his words feel like a blur. Jazz is quick to notice Devastator but by then its too late, the combiner's servo swats the mech off of you like he's a mere fly, catching you off-guard.

You look up to see the combiner, the pesky Earth-sun messing with your optical sensor as you look up and you feel... annoyed. You had that under control!

"I could've dealt with that myself, you big lug!" You hiss out, immediately standing up. You don't seem very interested as to why Devastator even came to given how angry Megatron sounds in the background. You bare your denta at him and Devastator finds it... cute. You talk as if Jazz wouldn't have had a clear shot at snuffing your spark. And the way you look up to him, trying to be all defiant despite being so tiny compared to the behemoth that is Devastator... It amuses him.

With a snarky smile and a snicker, Devastator's servos are quick to grab you up. Your little optics widening as he brings you closer to his face, to 'observe' like he said and he can feel the fear in your EM field for a second. All bark and no bite, it seems. The combiner cackles as he holds you firmly in servos.

"Cute." He remarks with a face that looks like he could eat you.

"...EXCUSE ME!?" And there it is, that fear all gone, as if he couldn't crush all your internal systems like a garbage compactor with the way you're held in his servos— You're angry at him. He can see how your plating puffs, your EM field lighting up with sparks of anger he's all too familiar with.

That was the solar cycle Devastator decided that he likes having you in his servos to annoy.

After that weird experience, you find yourself being trapped in Devastator's servos more often. He'd hold you in his giant servo, bring you up to his face, and then mock you like he got some sort of sick sadistic pleasure from seeing you all riled up. And he did because he thought it was the cutest thing in the world.

You find yourself weary of Devastator, tempted to ask the Constructicons what the hell was up with the big guy. Devastator is an aft but more like in a 'weapon of mass destruction' way and not in the 'insufferable bully' way. You're bullied enough by your so-called comrades and the last person you expect it from was Devastator. Would've hurt if you hadn't gotten used to being around afts all the time... Blitzwing is on your case all the time, Skywarp won't leave you alone, Starcream is Starscream and then there's Hook, Hook might've been the only 'alright' mech as far as your assessments went. He's even been a lot more friendlier to you lately...

Ever since that incident, you find the Constructicons have been warming up to you a lot more than they usually do. Hook is the one mech you see the most considering he's a medic and you have a skill for getting yourself hurt on the battlefield— His bedside manners improve greatly when you have to visit the medbay. Something you've gotten used to considering you're not very strong.

But you are very arrogant. Something Devastator seems to like, which ends up being something the six of them seem to like. You don't back down or allow your weakness to define you. Far from it. You try to get stronger, by either sparring or practicing and its working so far. They find it oddly inspiring. Long Haul and Bonecrusher have even volunteered to help you out with battle training! Scavenger often watches, choosing to stand there as moral support.

They've also been real helpful at giving you knowledge about weapons. Scrapper helps sharpen your sword, telling you how to properly take care of such carefully crafted weaponry. As a craftsmech, he knows a good sword when he sees it. Mixmaster recommended using some of the chems he's synthesized, incorporate them into your fighting style as long-range shots and the idea really appealed to you.

You honestly didn't expect this sudden friendliness from them, and are even hesitant about it. But their disarmingly charming smiles make you second-guess your doubts. Maybe they... want to see you become stronger?

Either way, it makes you feel welcome around them and you've been hanging out around them way too often. To the point where Mixmaster has appointed you as an 'honorary constructicon'.

You're not sure what to feel about being welcomed like this. But hey, at least your other comrades will stop to think twice before they bother you.

You're theirs without even realizing it.

"The constructicons are friendly to me... I wonder why Devastator isn't..." You think as the six of them hide behind a pillar watching you with a mixed bag of thoughts. Some of them... don't really like you but the gestalt bond has them pining for you hard regardless of what their opinion about you was before.

Devastator likes seeing you struggle in fight, and he likes the sight of energon splattered on your frame. It makes him feel... odd. A good kind of odd. But at the same time, the very thought of another mech's servos on your frame makes his servos twitch. Whether its Autobot or Decepticon. Its unlike him to be protective but he can't hold back the urges.

But recently, you've been holding your own a lot better in a fight. And it makes him feel... almost proud. But his childishness always leads him to do the usual— Keeping you in his servos and bringing you close to his gargantuan face. Devastator finds that he now enjoys the warmth in his servo when he holds you like a doll, the way your EM field brushes against his metal plating... and not to mention how much bolder you've gotten around Devastator. Coming up with your own snarky retorts that sometimes upsets him, but he tries to keep calm.

It might not look like it but despite your weaknesses, you're probably one of the only mechs to talk to him with such boldness. It entices him in a way. You're giving him genuine company. As a combiner, his conversations with other's are often limited— Destroy and uncombine. Its how its always been but he enjoys these talks with you. A lot. You oddly remind him of his own situation considering how isolated you are and he isn't quite sure what to feel about that, it honestly makes him feel protective over you. Despite your sharp glossa making him want to throw you into the sun.

But the big bot gets back at you by laughing when something unfortunate happens to you. Revelling in the loss of your aura and enjoying any chance he gets to humiliate you. Some debris falls on your helm and all of a sudden, he's laughing his aft off. Which then leaders to a very nervous Scavenger apologizing on the behalf of Devastator.

The intensity & frequency of Devastator's actions increase as the more the constructicons pine for you. The more they want you, the more frequent his inappropriate behaviours. At some point, the teasing and banter fade away and its just possessive & protective instinct overwhelming him. Especially if you find yourself in an uphill battle where you're severely hurt. He'd even ignore Megatron to make sure you get out of there alive.

[llamagoddessofficial]

The Constructicons try to be romantic (you did NOT ask them to do allat)

[rabotimagines]

"Battlefield flirting" GN BOT Reader x Megatron, Starscream, Thundercracker, The Constructicons

Summary: He was on the battlefield trying to stay focused when suddenly your voice rings out much closer than anyone should currently be to his frame, let alone the enemy!

G1 characters: Megatron, Starscream, Thundercracker, The Constructicons

Warnings: Sexually charged mild to rather violent fantasies across the board (aka the cons being cons), This ones more Mature instead of Explicit

Genre/Theme: Annoying/Sexually frustrating the cons.

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Notes: GN Autobot! Reader calling The cons pet names/flirting, The cons get sexually frustrated by the enemy (you), written with an older reader in mind (Megatron and Starscream call reader "Old.") Reader is playful with the cons.

"Think fast, sweet thing!" Megatron jolts and whips around when the phrase is shouted at him. And he has a nano-klick to see your infuriating smile and to feel the baffling touch of your em field brushing over his frame. All before registering the EMP-gernade, you hurled at him. Megatron curses wildly before throwing himself over a mound of rock while the EMP-gernade goes off. He grits his denta hard when the pulse still rocks his frame and ends up forcing a portion of his systems to shut down near immediately. Megatron shoves his cannon over the side of his cover and misses his shot at you. You only laughed at the whiffed shot and almost nailed Megatron in the optic with your returned fire. It instead scrapes his helm and forces him to pull back with a hiss. "Woah! Close one there, sugar! C'mon try again for me dear!" Megatron grits his jaw hard enough his denta ache. You obnoxious old fool!

Megatron despises you! A nail in his side! That's what you've been for him through this entire war. His ire has only grown for you since arriving on earth. You've seem keen on annoying him (and his mechs) as thoroughly as you can by mockingly calling them "Pet names" of all things. What drivel! However, you didn't survive this long on pure luck. And Megatron knows he'll more than likely have to kill you himself if he wanted you permanently off of this playing field. So he has to grit his jaw and square his pauldrons whenever another disgustingly sweet phrase rolls off of your glossia. Knowing he needed to focus if he wanted to gain the upper servo in the fight.

Megatron denies the obvious heat that starts to burn in his frame whenever he sees your playful expression and when he's close enough to feel your em field. But after enough battle encounters- and when you simply still will not shut up! That is when he doesn't even bother denying it anymore. Megatron wasn't just going to best you and then kill you. No. He was going to win, then take you apart while he puts you in your place.

You best hope you don't get captured by the Decepticons. Because Megatron knows exactly what he's gonna make you put that mouth of yours to better use for.

-

"Hey, doll face!" It's not the phrase but the almost sultry touch of an em field on his frame that makes Starscream whip his helm to the side in bafflement. He has enough time to see your smile before you slam the edge of your blaster into his faceplate. The Autobot scout he had pinned runs like a little coward as soon as Starscream's attention is off of him. Starscream lifts his nullray and fires it at you while you just dodge and dive for cover. Starscream huffs and tastes his own energon, and he's not just mad. He is furious!

"You blasted old annoying piece of scrap!" Starscream fires his null ray at where you're hiding.

"Aw, c'mon sweetness, give a mech a little credit!" You finish the exclamation by firing and barely missing a shot at one of his wings. The lion, the witch, and the audacity of this autobot glitch!

Starscream growls out in fury before transforming and taking to the sky. Fully and aggressively planning on dive bombing you from above for your transgressions!

Starscream loathes your annoying, incessant self with a passion that knows no end. You were an irritating autobot asset before- now you're an infuriating pain in his aft! The galling mockery of affection of all things rolling off your glossia. The aggravating smile and amusement on your faceplate! Your blasted perverse little em field! Killing you before would have simply been an act by him as second in command as the Decepticons. But now? Starscream needs to feel your energon staining his servos and your spark giving out underneath his pede. And he wouldn't settle for anything less! If he sees the opportunity to do you harm? Starscream is not allowing the chance to slip him by!

The heat that starts plaguing Starscream's frame when he sees your smarmy faceplate only succeeds in feeding into his ire for you. Starscream was going to kill you- But then he realizes it's not enough. You deserved much worse from him! Starscream needs to hurt you. Starscream needs to break you! He wants no more sycophantic little phrases and names- The only thing out of you besides begging for mercy would be Starscreams designation.

If Starscream gets his servos on your sparkdamned frame, he was going to carve his designation into your chasiss with a talon if he had to. Just you fragging wait!

-

"Hey, hot stuff! Hope you can handle all of this!" Thundercracker's helm jerks to the side just in time to see you before you full frame tackle him. Knocking him right off his pedes and onto the ground. You both end up a tangle of limbs and frames. Which quickly leads to grappling with one another. Servo to servo your locked over each other while you're both trying to gain the upper hold. Thundercracker starts gaining the upper grasp in it only for you to grin at him. Your em field brushes over Thundercrackers' frame in a hot but very genuine feeling of playfulness, and it makes him falter momentarily in confusion. "Hey hottie!" Barely registers on his audials before you slam your helm into Thundercrackers olfactory hard enough his optics short for a nanoklick. You then slam yourself into his frame again and knock him back off his pedes.

Thundercracker didn't know what to think about you. He enjoys a proper fight almost more than anything. He just can't comprehend your little name-calling act you've started doing. It's almost as confusing as your em field. Your- fluttering and very unashamed em field that would brush out against him even when you were trying to kill each other and covered in each others energon and on a battlefield. Wait was this- Thundercracker has to shut down the insane idea that this was some slagging- romance novel of all things. He's been indulging in too many human things in his free time he needed to get it together.

And then the heat starts, and that's when Thundercracker immediately realizes he's fragged. Totally and completely fragged. He fell for the enemy, whom he regularly gets into full frame life or death scraps with. He was going to get beaten up next time he saw you because he's not gonna be able to fight back without getting horny about it- Except that also gets him going. So Thundercracker decides to just power through and fight you properly. Thundercracker even entertains the thought of meeting you in secrecy to spar. Like you weren't on opposing sides at war.

When Thundercrackers alone in his habsuite, he even lets himself entertain the thought of said imaginary spar ending with you both covered in each others energon and paint. Like so many times before but this time it's different. Because you're alone with one another... No need to worry about either of your factions. Away from the world and any prying optics from either side-

Thundercracker pinning you down, venting hard... with his spike pressed up against your own. (He's so fragged!)

-

Devastator is reigning destruction on the autobot scum that have made a mess of their plans again! They were in a feeble human construction area and watching the Autobots run like cyberants under their pedes for cover. "Hey hunk-a-lunk!" The voice is loud, and the only reason they all turn in the first place is because they are all either baffled by the name or by the affectionate little em field that brushes against their armor. Devastator turns to see you standing on one of the humans made constructions. When they see you, your smile widens, and your em field actually pushes further against their frame. And it's? Pleasant? Confusion running through all of them is what stops Devastator for a moment. "Keep standing still for me, darling!" You threw something, and it doesn't even hit their frame before the EMP-gernade you tossed explodes right next to them. They can barely shout before the electromagnetic pulse surges through half of their systems and forces them to shut down. Devastator falls into a heap of half conscious constructicons.

Scrapper does not like you, short, sweet, and simply put. The names especially rubbed him the wrong way. Who were you to call him that? Let alone all of them. Scrapper is planning on multiple different projects for your frame parts if they can actually manage to take you out. Your parts definitely deserve some long use, especially with how long you've been annoying them.

Hook is conflicted because it's obvious he deserves every ounce of praise and affection thrown his way! The fact that he's been neglected all this time in that particular department means he's rather accepting of the verbal admiration. He, however, wants to toss you like scrap for your em field audaciously runs along his own. Who do you think you are? touching him? As a filthy Autobot?

Mixmaster is the exact opposite of Hook. He loves the foreign heavy and almost floaty touch of your em field feels against his frame. It makes him want to get closer and feel more of it and see how strong that feeling can get. While on the other servo, he hates the names you call them all. They were Decepticon warriors, not show cars for some fleshy fetish event.

Bonecrusher is more conflicted on the fact that he likes the way you look and smile at him while your em field and names also make him wanna scrap you. He genuinely has no fragging clue why the curl in your derma and the light softness in your optics makes his engine wanna stall. But that softness only makes the urge to ruin you that much heavier.

Scavenger loves the names, the expressions, and your em field. Oh, primus, he's an utter mess around you. Completely and utterly adores you and he can't get enough of you. Every look, name, and touch from your em field on the battlefield has him wanting to fold like a house made of aluminum. He knows you're the enemy but you're so sweet to him Scavenger just can't help it okay! (The other constructicons actively have to make an effort to keep Scavenger away from you on the battlefield.)

Long haul is frankly surprised that besides Scavenger he's the only one who also genuinely likes all of you. So he just keeps that fact to himself. You were hot, flirty, sweet. Sure, you were a filthy Autobot, but not everyones perfect. Long haul could get used to the positive attention even if it was from an unusual source. It's not like the constructicons had anything else to do but sit and wait around for projects from Megatron. There was no harm in Long haul having something for himself to enjoy in private...

The heat starts with exactly one of them (Long haul.) Scavenger to this day swears it was not him who started the cursed thought, (It was Long haul.) But they combine to form Devastator and you behave as you do. And then that hot and heavy heat courses through every single one of them because they are one as Devastator. Afterward, they're all freaking out about the sudden arousal they just now share towards an autobot of all bots while threatening Scavenger with frame damage for starting it in the first place. (Long haul was taking this slag to his deactivation)

The next time they form Devastator and you distract them with names and your touchy em field, though? Heat is simultaneous across all of them. That's when they decided as Devastator that they needed to have you. Devastator abandons the task to instead try to get a hold of you. They could break you apart and fix you up into something better for all of them. If only the other Autobots weren't so annoyingly protective of their own...

They didn't have room for anything as ridiculous as love as Decepticons. (Especially not for an Autobot.) But they certainly had an empty position open for a new toy.

[luxthestrange]

MTMTE Incorrect quotes#116 Vacation

You're coming back to your team, and they have been promised that the home will be like it was when they left it, clean and NOT in shambles

Bonecrusher*Coming back to the base after he went out to steal some oil, he looks at his sparkling*CHILD HIDE!?!

Sparkling*Who was inside their cradle, trying to bite their pede...felt the seriousness of one of its sire crawled to hide under YOUR pillow*!!!

Bonecrusher*ZOOOMS his way through the corridor, missing the holes on the floor from Long haul's outburst...a sleeping Scavenger passed out on the stairs from engex, Scrapper beside him putting cybertronian size cards trying to make a castle on him*FRAGGERS!!!-

-In Their Bedroom...who cubes of empty engex and sparkling formula, used blankets that have some dried glowing pink ooze.-

Bonecrusher*Kicks the door open, somehow panting*H-HUMAN-...Our conjux gets- *Pants and looks at depressed Hook, who is staring at the empty doll house they made for you*CONJUX GETS BACK TODAY!!!

Hook*Checks his clock and raises his brow*No, they are supposed to come in tomorrow

Bonecrusher: What day are they supposed to come back?

Hook*Sighs aggravated by Bonecrusher's antics* Monday

Bonecrusher: TODAY IS MONDAY!!!

Hook*Face slowly morphs into one of panic and stands up fast, running out the door along with him*WE HAVE TO CLEAN-

Bonecrusher*Running beside him to get to fixing the holes on the floor*WE HAVE TO CLEAN, WE GOTTA FRAGGIN CLEAN, IT'S A MESS-

-Meanwhile, in your plane back home, watching your idiots finally clean the place from your baby camera-

Y/n: Well, at least they kept our baby clean and well fed...

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@revelboo (Honestly Revel, How if caretakers were allowed a vacation and the sparkling is too young to ride planes, the baby daddies need to be taking care of it...which they do somehow the baby is clean, has been played with and fed...but for frags sake these guys just get super sad your not there or try to relive their bachelor days but after sparkling is born they are less able to handle their alcohol- plus they are tired-)

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