#tf hook x reader

[revelboo]

I’m not 100% sure if this is allowed here. And if it isn’t, please ignore this!!!! But what about some soft aftercare with Hook? Like him sweet talking the reader and showering with them to clean them up. Maybe the others were just really wore out and fell asleep and Hook is like “this won’t do” and enjoys his quality time with reader where he doesn’t have to be strong like he does with the other Constructicons? (I love hook)

Sure!

Care

Hook x Reader

• Shoving Mixmaster’s arm off your hip, he’s sliding his arms under you and lifting you. Smiling faintly when you groan a tired protest. And he’s carrying you to your mini habsuite and your wash stall, optics flickering over you as you rest your cheek against him. Rumbling at the new bruises already forming on your hips and thighs from his brothers. You never complain about them being too rough, but sometimes he wonders if you wouldn’t prefer gentle and soft. You’d have to, right?

• Letting the hum of Hook’s internal systems sink into you, you’re yawning as he adjusts you against himself and turns the water on. Tiredly watching him run his servos through the spray before he’s turning to find a wash cloth and stepping in with you. Legs wobbly when he swings you down onto your feet, he’s reaching for your soap and kneeling in front of you. “I’ll talk to the others about not being so rough,” he mutters, one big hand on your hip as he runs the soapy rag over the inside of your thigh, washing away the mess they’d left behind.

• “I’m okay,” you protest, a hand on his shoulder as he washes you and he clears his vents. Leaning back slightly to catalogue every bruise, the older ones yellow and green. ‘Would you tell me if you weren’t?’ He counters, servo feathering over one bruise and you sigh, a hand touching his helm. “I’m not scared of a few bruises,” you say and he growls, leaning to press his mouth against your hip as that soft hand lingers on his helm. Can smell you under the soap and the lingering scents of his brothers.

• Shivering as his mouth slides against your lower belly before he’s slowly standing. Running that soapy wash cloth over your body. Taking care of you while the others recharge. But he’s always like that. The one looking out for everyone else. Reaching to tug the cloth away from him, his visor brightens when you wash him in return. And big servos brush your cheek, tipping your face up. “What?” You ask, smiling slightly when a servo ghosts under an eye.

• You might not be scared of a few bruises, but he is. Compared to them you’re so fragile and he can’t help but worry sometimes. Knows the others wouldn’t hurt you on purpose, but also knows they’re not used to checking their strength. Being gentle like you deserve. Knows it will kill them all inside if one of them accidentally hurt you. Bending, he hooks an arm under your butt to lift you and his mouth covers yours. And you kiss him back, but there’s no real heat or hunger in it. Knows they wore you out and your head leans against his, soft hands on his shoulders. “Come on, let’s get you dry,” he murmurs reluctantly.

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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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[revelboo]

I love Hook so much. Would you ever consider writing a Constructicon story but leaning a little heavier on the Hook side…? Maybe reader got roughed up a bit the night prior/reader isn’t feeling great and he noticed the sound volume of all the other bots was bothering them. So he takes them on a little drive outside to get them some peace and quiet. (Doesn’t last long with the chaos that follows them all, but you know lol. It’s the thought that counts!) 🏗️

Sure!

Found a company that makes these custom pudding keychains with tiny squishies in them and I’m fighting for my life trying to resist the urge to make some

Drive Scenario- Quiet

Hook x Reader

• Groaning, you fumble for a pillow to drag over your head. Trying to muffle the noise of Mixmaster and Scavenger laughing and joking. And it’s no surprise when you hear it turn into a good natured brawl. Living with the Constructicons like living in a frat house most of the time. Startling when big servos slide under you to scoop you up blankets and all, you crane your neck to see who has you and immediately relax. Hook. Him and Scrapper a little more even tempered. A little gentler.

• Cradling you to his chassis as Bonecrusher joins the brawl, Hook rumbles. Normally doesn’t mind throwing down with the others if need be, but the corner of his mouth twitches when you peek out of your blankets to shoot a very disgruntled look at the others. Maybe some fresh air and quiet, then. Stepping outside the habsuite, he hears you muttering tiredly about immaturity and males being the same no matter the species as you curl back up in your blankets. Knows they sometimes overwhelm you, that you do good to keep up with all of them. That sometimes they’re not as gentle as they should be.

• “Don’t hold it against them,” he murmurs as he carries you through the base. “We’re trying, but gentle and soft aren’t exactly in our nature.” Huffing out a breath, you dimly wonder where he’s carrying you. And it’s a pleasant surprise when he leaves the base. Love your mechs, but the habsuite sometimes reeks of engex, oil, and them, a strange spiced musk with a metallic bite to it. A part of you actually likes that smell you’re so used to it. It smells like home. But you miss blue sky and fresh air sometimes.

• “I know,” you say as he shifts you in his cupped palms and transforms around you. Feeling immediately guilty when you jolt upright in his driver’s seat, eyes wide. Shifting into gear, he starts rolling and you fidget with your blankets, looking around. Feels soft fingers ghosting over his controls and he shudders. Have you ever actually rode inside any of their altmodes? Knows you haven’t been in his. It’s strange having you there, making him hyper aware of you in his seat. Intimate in a way he didn’t expect.

• Willing your racing heart to calm, you’re not sure why you’re surprised that he just transformed around you like that. Without warning. Know they sometimes forget how fragile you are compared to them. How big they are. How strong. Those things should unnerve you, but you feel safe instead. Know exactly how far they’ll go to protect you. You’ve seen it. Seen Devastator. “Where are we going?” You ask and Hook hums softly around you. ‘Wherever we want,’ he answers and you smile faintly. Who’s going to try and stop him, after all?

[revelboo]

Question not request related! But I remember you saying before you opened your stores that you were cautious about your address just being just viewable. (Via by virtue of shipping something) Did you just end up saying "fuck it!" and do it to open your online shops or did you get a PO Box? Asking as a person who's also been thinking about opening a Kofi store or bigchart of the sort. (And if it's a PO Box- do ya think it's worth it? Again I would like to do some type of website, but also... my anonymity on the web 😔✊️)

(Sorry if this is too off topic)

I purchased a P.O. Box in a town that’s not a terribly far drive for me from where I actually live. I’ve got the smallest size box they offer and it’s about $34 every three months. Since I’m not actually shipping anything to the box, I only check it for junk mail maybe once a month

Drive Pt 16

Constructicons x Reader

• You’d probably be embarrassed about having someone hand feed you if you weren’t so exhausted. Feeling Mixmaster’s free arm loop around you, your mouth opens to let him feed you another bite. The sound of him rumbling thrums through you as a servo brushes your bottom lip before he reaches to pick up another bite. And you notice the others all watching you both. Staring intently to make you wonder if Mixmaster’s doing something wrong.

• Annoyed that Mixmaster thought of you needing food and water before he did, Hook clears his vents. Wonders what you’re thinking right now. If there are other things you need and just won’t ask for. “We can get you whatever you need if you just ask,” he murmurs, voice gruff and your sleepy eyes glance at him in question. “We’re not human, so we may not just know what you need.” Hates admitting that, but it’s true. You’re so different from them that they have to be missing things. Neglecting you without meaning to.

• Moving closer, Scavenger ignores Mixmaster’s low rumble and sits on the other side of the bed. Focusing and mentally fumbling in his subspace before pulling out one of his treasures. And you watch him reach to lay it in your lap, your brow furrowing. Turning it over in your little hands, your fingers smooth over the scene portrayed in colored glass. “Thought you might like it since it’s pretty,” he mutters and his plating lifts when Long Haul croons ‘Scav does like pretty things’ at him.

• Shouldering closer when you smile up at Scavenger and thank him, Bonecrusher hunts to find something in his own subspace for you. Though nothing he’s accumulated is as pretty as Scavenger’s glass mural. And coming up with nothing suitable, he growls softly. Everything he’s kept either too big or not anything he thinks you might like. Looking over at Scrapper, the other mech is staring unhappily, watching you toy with the glass as Mixmaster feeds you bites.

• Startling when Long Haul drapes his upper body on the bed near your legs and reaches to grab a bite from the container in Mixmaster’s hands, you tense when they both stare each other down for a heartbeat while rumbling irritably. Before Long Haul is offering you the bite. And you’re really tempted to point out that you can feed yourself, but it’s nice to be pampered and fussed over. It couldn’t hurt to let them take care of you if it makes them happy. Though truthfully, it’s nice to feel wanted. To be fought over. To feel desirable. Eyes dropping at that thought, Mixmaster hooks a servo under your chin.

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[revelboo]

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.

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[revelboo]

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.