I had a really tough day today, the renovations that were supposed to be done to my place were all wrong and costumized furniture I got had the wrong measurements. 🥹💔 Would it be okay to ask for anything with the constructicons? I feel like they'd understand the frustration.
Oh, no! Yeah, they’d be furious with slipshod work of any kind.
Soft
Constructicons x Reader
• Honestly, you’re pretty sure you dodged a bullet. Especially given the raging tantrum the mech you’d been asked to take care of while their assigned caretaker was sick had thrown. No, thank you to that. You’re perfectly happy being a minimum wage paper pusher even if the sign on bonus would have been lovely. Sighing, you adjust your grip on the box of personnel files you’re hauling to the director. Even though he can pull digital files, the man likes paper. So much paper. And there’s a distant scream that makes you shudder. Ignoring it, you hear a heavy thump as one of them steps over a wall, your head turning and then craning to stare up at one of the giants as your skin prickles.
• Rumbling, Bonecrusher bends and you make a startled noise when he grabs you by the back of your covering and your little feet leave the ground. Lifting you up as you drop the box you were carrying and the contents go everywhere. Leaning down, he vents to pull your scent deep. Checking for the smell of other Cybertronians before he starts walking since he’s had to release two other claimed humans. “Sir?!” You yelp, legs kicking as you frantically reach up to grab at his servos. “Please, put me down, sir!”
• Dammit. Swinging slightly to make you realize that you apparently have a hitherto unknown issue with heights, you yell at other staff the giant strides past. And get sympathetic looks, but no one says a word. Because really? If one of the Cybertronians decide to yoink someone, there’s not a lot that anyone can do to stop them. You’re pretty sure if it comes down to your wellbeing or having an incident that might level a city, that no one’s going to protest you disappearing. What’s he even want with you? Is he going to squish you? You’ve heard some of them calling humans squishies. “Help!”
• Clearing his vents as you yell, he carries you to the area that’s been allotted to him and his fellow Constructicons. Who turn to stare as you scream for help, still kicking as your field shrieks to broadcast your terror. Skittish little thing, but he gets it. You’re tiny and they’re not. “Found one,” he growls, lifting you higher as you claw at his servos. Decided they’ve been neglected because maybe your kind are intimidated that there’s six of them. That they’re a package deal. “Got us a little conjunx to bring our energon and wash us,” he adds as Scavenger just stares at him and Mixmaster starts laughing.
• What? Did you just get voluntold that you’re now a caretaker? Without the pay? “I’m not supposed to be here,” you try and they stare at you. ‘Are you courting a mech?’ The giant growls and your mouth opens and closes. Courting? Courting like… romantically? “No!” You blurt, horrified. How do they think that would even work? Why do they think you would? Nope. You have to be misunderstanding them, something getting lost in translation. ‘Then you’re ours now,’ he says. And that’s not how this works. At all. Can’t just kidnap you and tell you that you’re theirs. Except, you don’t know how to stop them as the one carrying you introduces himself and his buddies.
A/N: Soooo um... I have writers block x10. None of my series are inspiring atm. So I'm gonna write some constructicon headcanons/scenerios for funsies. **This is a slight AU where cybertronian's have integrated into Earth culture cause they couldn't make it back to Cybertron & the war is over.** (This lowkey became a novel but bullet pointed instead of in paragraphs.) My credentials/sources for this are I've worked in landscaping & a clean up crew.
Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Flirting, Alcohol Consumption/Drunk (Not in great detail), one mildly suggestive comment (consentual)
I think the boys would just happen notice you one day out of no where & make it into a friendship/relationship. Idk if you've ever been on a labor crew but they notice everything & never let it go. You do something one time & they make it your whole personality & make nicknames about it. Literally one event is all it takes.
So when they see you walking by a construction site of theirs they immediately hone in. They don't have to say a word, it's all nods & head tilts towards you. Raising optical ridges. Very subtle, but after you've gone by & are out of ear shot they'll talk about you for a bit to fill time.
"Didn't they walk by yesterday?" "I think so." "Do you think this is their daily walking route?" "I hope so, easy on the optics." "Puts a pep in my step."
They aren't oogling in that creepy way I promise. They just like the routine of seeing you, and okay maybe you are a little pretty. But they also respect you.
Cause that's another thing about good, honest blue collar men. They are SO respectful. And have a killer sense of humor.
Finally after a few days they feel confident enough to say something to you. Nothing creepy, no catcalling. Just a simple "Morning, 5k," cause of course they nicknamed you after walking marathons... you're always walking by.
It makes you pause. "What?" And the one you've seen turn into a front loader calls back, "you know cause you're always walking? Made us think of those 5k Marathons humans do."
"Oh," you have a good laugh & supply your name in return they tell you theirs. Scrapper, Hook, Bonecrusher, Longhaul, Mixmaster & Scavenger. They still call you 5k though Unless it REALLY bothers you cause a nickname always sticks
Sooner or later you start looking forward to the daily interactions too. They'll converse with you the whole time you walk by now filling each second they see you with words. It's only a total of about 5 mins, but hey its a routine at this point! And makes all of you smile.
"Morning 5k!" "Morning Boss." You made your own nicknames for them... not nearly as clever as theirs but you have come to know Scrapper is their leader so you call him Boss just as the rest do. "Nice weather, heard there might be rain later though." "Yeah, best make sure you boys wrap up before then don't want to melt." You all have a good laugh before you turn the corner to disappear for the day.
(The rest of the nicknames are as follows: Mixit = Mixmaster, Digs = Scavenger, Stretch = Hook, Crush =Bonecrusher & Big Guy = Longhaul)
Eventually the boys will work up the courage to lean over the construction site fence to be a bit more personal. They feel like y'all have talked enough they can be a bit more casual/friendly with you. They might even poke your shoulder or compliment your hair if they see fit. Once again they want to be respectful, but also seeing you daily means they can tell if you got a hair cut or changed your appearance in some way. Also seeing you daily they have categorized you as an acquaintance.
"Ey, 5k got a hair cut," Hook called as he leaned over the fence to lightly ruffle your hair. "Big date?" "Naw, just needed a change." "Suits you," Longhaul spoke simply. "Thanks Big Guy." At this point you have paused on your walk. "How's the project going, Boss?" "Almost ready to wrap up." This makes you all pause, you'll miss this little routine. "Well, congrats," you finally say before you start walking, "another job well done. See you tomorrow."
As the project nears closer & closer to the end the constructiboys finally decide to take a chance & give you their individual comm-links. So you can text & call them if wanted. They make it clear its completely up to you & that its not like they expect anything, they just like this friendship & don't want to lose it once the job is over.
You take the slip of paper looking at all 6 codes. You'd have to download one of those apps that allows your phone to interact with Cybertronian comm-links. But you think maybe you would like a friendly group chat with the boys. Just something to keep up the daily banter you have fostered over the last few months.
After you weigh your options for a bit, your answer solidifies the day you walk by where they usually are & everything is cleaned up. The new building is fully erected & they are no where in sight. Obviously moved on to a new project. Something is missing, so you finally make the jump & download one of those apps to text them.
You: Hey its me. Nice work on the building, looks great. Missing y'all tho.
Scavenger: YOU TEXTED US!!!
Scrapper: Miss you too, no one walks by this new site we are scouting, awful lonely.
You: Damn, sounds depressing. What you building this time?
Scrapper: We are supposed to be building apartments.
You: Ah, make sure you make those bathrooms roomie, small bathrooms suck.
Bonecrusher: You got a small bathroom 5k? We can upgrade it for you.
You: Haha, okay sure lol.
Except they're not joking. They will always offer to fix things for you & if you truly asked them too they would at the drop of a hat.
Eventually you do take them up on the offer, but only after texting for a bit and them pestering you pleading with you to let them 'just take a look' at your leaky faucet. You're short on cash & they're willing to do it for free so you finally agree.
You highly doubt they would suddenly turn out to be serial killers now.
They show up as promise, punctual & mass displaced. They are very respectful of your space & don't touch anything unless invited to. But they definitely are taking mental notes on your style & preferences for future builds/fixes cause there will be more you have your own handyman crew now
"Is this book series any good?" "Yeah it's one of my favorites." "Maybe I'll have to pick it up, I'm always looking for new reading material." "Did you make this painting yourself?" "Yeah, did it at a freestyle public class hosted at the local art & pottery place. Have you figured out what's wrong with my faucet yet?" "Oh yeah, we fixed that like 30 minutes ago, the head was stripped, threw on a new one, no more drips." "Oh..."
Yeah they're good it gets to the point where if you haven't mentioned a fix in a while they'll text you begging asking for something to do. They'll change your light bulbs, smoke detector batteries, anything to see you again & prevent you from overworking yourself (in their eyes).
Don't be afraid to stick up for yourself a little & let them know you aren't completely helpless. Otherwise they will take over every household project that isn't clean chores for you. Don't get me wrong they are helpful for big tasks, but sometimes you need some independence. And they'll always respect when you tell them no & back off a little.
Summer & fall they are coming over to help with big yard projects & clean ups too. Raking leaves, planting gardens, mowing your lawn. In the winter they'll appear early before your commute to shovel & salt your driveway. Your car already cleaned off too unless you want to do that.
Eventually your neighbors start asking about them. Ask why they come by so often, if you're one of those people starting to date the aliens new Earth residents. Some ask if they can get some help from the boys too. The Boys will help your neighbors but not as much as you & not nearly as willingly. But once again they are always polite when they do help and even more polite when declining your neighbors.
But the neighbors questions got your brain thinking. Why are they doing all this for you & not your neighbors? Why do they come around so often? What is this? Cause at this point you guys trade compliments freely, even playfully flirt with each other at times. Seeing them brings you so much joy & clearly seeing you does the same for them.
You remember all the times they had said "that's what friends are for." And how respectful they were, never expecting anything but your time & conversation & they are always mindful of boundaries. Clearly none of you had thought about this as nothing more than a friendship, but the neighbors raised good points.
It had come up briefly once or twice the topic of relationships. You had questioned if any of them had someone at home partially out of guilt because of how much of their time you monopolized. Between work & you were they ever home? They had responded no, and said a reciprocating response along the lines of 'well you must be single too since no one besides them was there to make fixes'
Other than that they had made no moves & neither had you. But now that you were thinking about it deeper what was dating anyway? Just a label for a deep connection. A label for someone(s) because we support poly here that you trust deeply, can rely on, can share secrets & inside jokes with, and support each other. Was that not what you had with the constructicons? Maybe you should ask them out...
This thought sat at the back of your brain for the next couple visits from them. Analyzing your interactions & feelings with them. Studying their own. Maybe you were reading too much into your nosy neighbors. But also the friendly flirting was hitting a little too close to home.
"Careful 5k, if you slide around too much on my shoulder you'll end up sitting on my face." "Sorry, Stretch I'm just trying to get the right angle."
Oh yeah... you're starting to see what your neighbors meant. 6 hot mechs showing up, making flirty comments & doing hard labor for free... how had you been so blind?
When you finally FINALLY make a move it's so subtle & the boys are such dorks that it doesn't click for them.
"So what do you guys do for fun besides bother me?" "We have a local bar we go to on occasion." "We built a giant version of corn hole at our bunker." "I have a dig box & Mixmaster has a chemistry set we use sometimes." Why are they gonna make you be more direct?
"That's cool... would you maybe want to grab drinks together sometime?" OOOHHH That's when it clicks for them. They all look at you, their faces tinged with energon. The boys clear their vents & they are all suddenly looking at anything but you. "Oh yeah." "That sounds fun." "Sure." "I wouldn't say no." "Together? Why not?" "It be nice to do that with you."
They are so flustered but not in a bad way. They are just surprised that you thought of them like that. Surprised you would even think about courting construction class bots. You seemed so out of their league they had settled for friendship.
With a bit of poking from you they had agreed to meet you Friday & show you their favorite drinking spot before they took their leave for the day. Because they didn't want to fanboy over you asking them out in front of you.
Friday rolls around and they appear in pristine condition. Someone went to the car wash before showing up. They just wanted to look their best for your date. And they kindly escort you to the bar, gabbing it up on the way over, and making sure not to crowd/overwhelm you.
Once you reach the bar they explain that its a mostly Cybertronian joint (but humans are still welcome) and they'll have to un-mass displace. You shrug & agree to ride on their shoulders, creating a whole system so each one gets a turn with you through out the night.
Not much changes about the dynamic between y'all. The jokes still fly & they are still polite as ever. But the flirting is new & electric. The flirting isn't nearly as risqué as before, but somehow more meaningful.
"Is that a new top? Didn't see that one in the closet when we replaced the door." "Oh yeah, got a few of them last week figured I bust them out for the occasion." "Feel honored you'd do that." "It looks great on you." They are so cute
By the time the night is over the whole thing can be written off as a success & your interally reminiscing about how you met. This all happened because you walked by their construction site daily.
They mass displace to walk you home again & they make sure you actually make it up the steps & to your couch on your wobbly, drunken legs. They leave you there tucked in & Hook makes it a point to leave you a tall glass of water & asprin for morning. Before they leave though you start rambling.
"So how's this gonna work? Am I allowed to date all of you? Or would that be weird? Don't make me pick. You all are so great." They all chuckle to each other. "You can try to date all of us 5k but why don't we discuss official labels once you're sober, kay?"
"Kay." And with that you are out like a light, falling asleep. They all share another chuckle before leaving, making sure to lock the door behind them. You were quite the catch in their optics.
Tagging: @chroma-asks & @barbra-annbunny cause I know they'll appreciate this
Hello are requests still open? ^^ and if they are could i ask for a g1 scrapper smut x human fem?
18+ ficlet, minors dni.
hello hello!! it’s been a looooong ol’ while since i’ve watched G1, so my memory of scrapper is a lil patchy. because of that, this’ll come as a drabble/ficlet <3 i hope you like it anyway!! :’)
Lying on your front, with one leg cocked up and your arms wrapped around a pillow, you're still working to get yourself to fall asleep. It's one of those nights where no matter what you try, you just can't seem to drift off. Your eyes are closed, and you're trying your best to keep your mind blank, but thoughts keep popping in.
You can tell that Scrapper's joined you by the rustling of the covers, the dip in the mattress as he slides into bed next to you. For a Contructicon, he moves awfully quietly. He never takes up a lot of space, doesn't demand any unnecessary attention from any room that he's in. He just wants to get there, get the job done, and go to rest. This philosophy of his is integrated into every corner of his life, including the time he spends with you.
"Long day?" You mumble, sliding your leg to readjust your position.
"You could say that," he mutters as he slings an arm strut over your back to embrace in a loose cuddle. "Megatron working us hard, just the usual."
"Lucky you're the best in the business," you reply.
"Nonsense," he says, clearer than his previous mutter. He shuffles over, ducking his helm to tuck it in the crook of your neck. You hum in response, shifting your head to give him better access. He presses his masked face up against it, nuzzling affectionately in his version of a kiss.
"Sorry I've not been around as much," he speaks. "The workload should decrease soon."
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine," you answer, still keeping your eyes closed, "Just make sure that you get enough rest, okay?"
"But I do worry about you," he responds, ignoring the latter half of your sentence. He slides his servo down the valley of your back, right down the dip in your spine to make you shudder. He carries on until he meets the swell of your ass, splaying his servo out to take a handful. "I worry about who takes care of you when I'm not around."
Your eyes crack open as you let out a light sigh through your nose, "I take care of myself, thank you very much."
"Not as well as I take care of you, though. Isn't that right?" He says against your neck, groping your ass as he speaks. A heavier sigh leaves you, and you can't help grinding back against his servo. God, what talented servos he has. Not just for designing, or for building. But for giving you mind-blowing pleasure, too.
"I don't think anyone could take that achievement from you," you hush back.
"Yeah," he burrs as he slips his servo down, rubbing along the slit between your legs through your shorts. "I know."
A closed-mouthed moan rumbles at the back of your throat, pushing your ass up just a tiny bit to allow him more leverage in petting you.
"How a bit of reverse cowgirl tonight?" He asks against you, "Since I've had such a long day and all."
"Oh, how very persuasive of you," you jest. "Keep stroking me like that and I'm sure you'll convince me."
"How could I refuse?" He says back, his servo dipping lower to reach down for your clit. The friction of the fabric makes your hips roll, and you can already start to feel the base of your underwear grow wet.
"Come on, little one," he goads, slipping his digits under the seat of your panties to tug on them, trying to shimmy them off your body.
You let him rid you of it, leaving you in just your vest top. He slips the flimsy material off your ankles before he grabs onto your hip, trying to urge you into the position he wants.
You move as he lies down on his back. It might be a bit of a challenge to take him without much prep, but you'll make do. You swing your leg over his hip, facing away from him so that he gets a perfect view of your ass and cunt.
Grabbing onto his spike, you hover over it before rubbing the tip over your hole to slicken him. He moans behind you, resting his helm on the plush pillows as your pussy starts to swallow him.
"Yeah, sit that pretty ass down on me," Scrapper coos as your cunt takes more of him in. His eyes are glued to it, especially the way you're leant forward to give him a real good view. You moan as you furl your fingers into the bunched up bedding between his thigh struts.
Fully seated, you don't dawdle there for long. You bounce, up and down, up and down. The flesh of your ass jiggles perfectly in Scrapper's vision, making him let out a tinny moan.
You exhale heavily as your head drops down, trying to pour your focus into fucking yourself on his spike. His servos settle on your hips, giving you that extra support.
You could spend a lifetime riding him, and you'd never get bored of it.
And you'll make sure tonight that your overworked, tired mech gets as much TLC as he needs.
hi hello !! i just wanted to drop by and tell you what an incredible & talented writer you are, and how much i'm enjoying your ongoing swerve/reader fanfic ♥ having a job and still being able to write so much is amazing, so while i hope to read more of your work, I also hope you don't push yourself too much !! that being said, if you're still taking requests, can i please ask for some cute poly constructions/reader fluff when you have the time ?? thank you sm and keep on balling ♪
Poly-Constructicons X Reader – Devastation
A/N – I can not communicate through a simple note how much your message made me smile. I often came back to it when I was feeling down this week so thank you, it was beautiful. In fact, the entire Transformers fandom has been really nice especially with all the encouraging messages in my inbox this week, so thank you all; you’re making writing worthwhile again. Love you all and I hope you like this little drabble.
Warnings – None.
Rating – T
You hadn’t ever imagined yourself in a polyamorous relationship with any group of people when you were younger. Now, in a relationship with six Cybertronians, you couldn’t be further from the life you’d envisioned and you’d never been happier. As much as you’d never pictured yourself in such a relationship, it was even more confusing for the Constructicons. They’d always felt so complete as Devastator until they met you; a squishy, fragile human. They all felt it, even as Devastator, something was missing without you and so, they took a risk, approaching you in a group to ask you to join their relationship. Although you couldn’t physically merge with them, they felt whole again when you accepted.
Although the relationship certainly had its challenges, you and the bots found enjoyment in spending as much time as possible together, especially when showing one-another enjoyable pastimes from your respective planets; it was on one such day that led you all to the beach. You’d been laughing at the bots’ complaints about the sand and playing hide and seek among the rocks of the cliffside when a powerful earthquake occurred. Upon seeing the cliff above you start to crumble, Scrapper acted on impulse, pushing you into the safety of a nearby cave with such force you felt the bones in your arm snap. The bots froze, wishing that the sound of crashing rocks could’ve blocked out your blood-curdling scream; it was a sound that would haunt them forever.
“(Y/N)!” They yelled in unison, rushing to your aid but finding the entrance blocked by a cave in.
“WE’VE GOTTA GET IN THERE!” Hook roared, punching the rocks repeatedly.
“Use your processor! The rock is unstable, by randomly punching it, we could cause another cave in and kill (Y/N). Is that what you want?”
Hook stepped back, shocked, “N-no but- What do we do then? Scrapper?”
Scrapper looked up from his servos, dazed; he’d been lost in the memory of hurting you. ‘Stop lingering on your mistake and fix it by saving (Y/N).’ The thought brought him back to the present. “Scavenger,” he said, “how long can (Y/N) with the air supply in there?”
Scavenger ran the numbers in his head, considering multiple variables that could affect your chances. “Hard to be precise but the minimum amount of time would be around 57 minutes and 12 seconds.”
In their respective vehicle modes, the bots began digging, undeterred for the first half hour of the job, by which point Bonecrusher, Mixmaster and Long Haul were becoming anxious. At the start of the dig, Bonecrusher had been arguing with Long Haul who’d been whining that the dirt and sand were ruining his finish but now the two were silent; the pressure was getting to him. Mixmaster on the other hand, was talking enough for everyone.
“The second we get there, I’m going to give (Y/N) a big hug, then we can do all the cool things (s)he told us about. We can bake cakes and play video games and make sandcastles; mine will be better because I’m a great builder but I’m sure (Y/N)’s will be okay too and-”
“And according to my calculations we won’t make it in time.” Scavenger interrupted Mixmaster’s ramblings.
“What about a mix of acids?” Scrapper asked.
“Too dangerous.”
“Then I see no choice. Everyone, transform, phase two.”
The bots stopped digging, grouping up to form Devastator. Still being careful not to cause another cave-in, Devastator cleared the remaining rock within minutes. Stepping inside the cavern, he found you unconscious on the floor.
“(Y/N),” he stroked your hair lightly, rousing you.
Slowly, you woke up, having trouble focusing on the giant bot in front of you. Ignoring the pain, you managed a weak whisper, “Hey honey, thanks for the save.”
Devastator shuddered, holding back tears, “I-It’s going to be alright, we’re going to get you fixed. You need a- a-”
“Hospital.”
“Hospital! Right!”
He rolled you onto his servo gently, wincing at your pained gasps. If it took him the rest of your time together, Devastator and Scrapper knew they would do anything to make it up to you, giving you anything you could possibly desire. They loved you and they’d make sure you knew for the rest of your life after such a fatal scare.
oh great lady revel 🙏 may we perhaps get some b-127 or constructicons crumbs? Your writing hurled me headfirst into adoration of the constructicons, which in hindsight I probably should have seen coming as a machine operator 😂
Sure!
Finally found a Megs stress squishy and he’s so dumb looking 😂
Soft Pt 2
Constructicons x Reader
• “Let me see. I won’t drop them,” Mixmaster growls, holding out a hand in demand and Bonecrusher rumbles a warning, carefully settling you in his palm and gently pushing you over when you roll like you’re thinking of throwing yourself out of his hand. ‘Frag off,’ Bonecrusher rumbles at his brother as you make a startled noise. Crooning gruffly, he runs a servo over you trying to sooth you. The other potential conjunxes had chosen their mechs, approached them. But he’d chosen you. So does he need to court you? Feed you and care for you so you’re comfortable doing the same for them? Isn’t exactly sure.
• Trying to fend off the big servo petting you a bit too roughly, you’re aware of the other five crowding closer. And that they’ve decided you’re now a caretaker. Their caretaker. If you can just get down, you can book it for one of the buildings and hide inside because they’re too big to go after you. Maybe they’ll get bored and give up. Go grab someone else to terrorize. “You want me to take care of you guys, right?” You call out, pushing at his servo. “If you let me down, I can go get you energon and wash supplies.”
• Venting tiredly as Bonecrusher keeps petting and nudging the tiny human, Scrapper runs a hand over his helm. Trying to follow his brother’s reasoning. Just because a few mechs are humoring the little organics as potential conjunxes doesn’t mean it’s a good idea. You look too soft, too fragile to handle one mech, let alone six. “Let them go,” he says and Bonecrusher growls at him, the bigger mech’s plating flaring slightly. Apparently not about to give up his new toy. Feels a bit bad for you, but you’re not worth getting into a fight over.
• “I could use some energon,” Long Haul mutters, watching the little organic squirming and making a futile attempt to avoid being touched. Are other mechs actually interfacing with these aliens? Sure, they’re eerily similar to Cybertronians in some ways, but they’re still organic. Strange and soft. And Bonecrusher clears his vents, holding you up. ‘You gonna go get us some energon? Take good care of us?’ He asks and you nod frantically. You’re eager to please at least.
• Watching as Bonecrusher bends to set you on your tiny feet, Hook shakes his head when you slowly back away, eyes wide. And Bonecrusher turns to Scrapper, looking pleased with himself about finding them an alien mate. “Hate to break it to you, but our future conjunx is running away,” Hook drawls, tracking you as you break into a sprint. ‘Hey!’ Bonecrusher growls, charging after you and your only response is to scream and run faster. “You know, that must be true love right there,” he adds as Mixmaster laughs and Scrapper groans.
What about the Constructicons reacting to a sexy construction costume? Plastic hard hat, little neon vest that doesn’t cover much, blow-up hammer that squeaks when you hit something with it… I’d imagine they’d either get a kick out of it or refuse to let them wear anything else for a while
🤣 Sure! 🔞 Mass displaced mechs 🌶️
Halloween
Constructicons x Reader
• Shoving Long Haul with a laugh as they open the habsuite door and return home, Bonecrusher throws out an arm and scans for you. Because sometimes you get off the berth and it makes him nervous. Not letting any of his brothers in until he finds you and he just stares when he does. Watching you heft a big, inflatable hammer, reaching up with your other hand to touch the brim of the flimsy, plastic hard hat you’re wearing. You’ve got a tiny fluorescent vest on and an even tinier pair of shorts with a fake tool belt draped low on your hips. “Hi, boys,” you whisper.
• “Mine,” Bonecrusher snarls, actually planting a big hand in Scavenger’s face when the other Decepticon tries to see what the hold up is. Flushing, you resist the urge to retreat on the berth when Bonecrusher just barrels toward you, smacking his palms on the berth and hauling himself up as he mass shifts. When Swindle had approached you while they were out about surprising your mechs, you’d been wary, but apparently the mech came through. Reaching for the vest to take it off, he growls. “It stays on,” he demands and you almost laugh, wiggling the shorts down over your hips, but leaving the tool belt on.
• Where’d you get that stuff? Mixmaster has a suspicion as he vents and catches the faint scent of Swindle. Guessing the mech will be charging them for the gift later. Or he wants something. That one never does anything that doesn’t benefit him somehow. Distracted when you squeal with a laugh as Bonecrusher backs you up to the wall and pins you, he growls. “Wait,” he snarls, climbing up and mass shifting to grab his brother’s arm and for a klik he thinks Bonecrusher will swing at him. But when he eases to his knees, palming your thighs, Bonecrusher just rumbles and gives him space.
• That noise you make when Mixmaster growls and tugs your thigh over his shoulder and puts his mouth on you goes straight through Hook. Especially when that silly hat tips sideways on your head, hips bucking as you move restlessly against Mixmaster’s hungry mouth. Those little hands clinging to the other mech’s helm, as his own spike stirs behind his plating. Mixmaster’s oral fixation making him aggressive about getting you ready for them. And that oversized hammer squeaks when you squeeze it as you cling to Mixmaster, trembling with a cry as you come apart.
• As soon as Mixmaster reluctantly pulls away, Bonecrusher has you pinned, releasing his spike and burying himself deep with a groan. Palm sliding down over his modesty plating, Scrapper gives in to the urge to release his panels. Watching Bonecrusher’s hips pumping as you moan his name, he circles his node with a servo before pumping two servos inside himself while his spike twitches, slick beading at the head. “I’ve got next,” he groans, ignoring Long Haul swearing at him. They’re definitely keeping that little costume.
In a booth away from them are IDW Scrapper and Scavenger, watching another version of themselves blow their interactions with their own server, while their servers treat them nicely and cordially, given that they treated the server modestly
Idw Scrapper*Sees the other him and cringes at himself and sees you bring him once again his purple rain cocktail, his favorite drink here so far, along with energon rock candy and galaxy grapes he shares with Scavanger* Thank you for these sweetspark, and I'm sorry for my buddies...
IDW Scavenger*Lights up as he picks in his servo the glowing blue/purple grape and bites into the sweet energon treat. He motors purr in delight to the fusion food delicacy*
Server!Y/n*Seeing your co-worker roasting the other cons smiles at the nicer ones*Oh please, nothing we haven't dealt with before~
Beachcomber*Who is flirting with the sexy bartender human, drunk out of his gourd,Pays full price and gives a generous tip*O-one last question I-HEHE~...I-I just haveto ask um-
Bartender!Y/n*Is cleaning a glass with a smile*
Beachcomber*He winks at you with finger guns*W-would you mind if, Um...WELL!-Would you mind if I ripped off all your clothes with my dermas?~
Bartender!Y/n*Smiles as you set the glass down and look him straight in the optics with a smile*Gods, Id be honored~
Beachcomber:....
Beachcomber*Who elbow gave out from your comment as his vents are on full blast, didn't think you said THAT, or he GET THAT FAR*I-I'll be right back!
Bartender!Y/n*Who sighs seeing him tripping over and over to the door*Ok, after that, how can I not hit that?...
