This isn't a request, but reading all these period cramp fics, a certain helicopter came to mind.
Human: *Accidentally gives Vortex their period pains*
Vortex: Oooh yes 💜
Human: 😨😨😨😨
🤣 his twisted, deviant self would enjoy that. 🔞 period mention
Soft AU-Pain
Vortex x Reader
• Inhaling slowly, you reach to check your back pocket and the taser you’d shoved into it. Because your assigned mech? Is really not okay. At all. The first time you’d walked into your stall, it was to find him with his mask retracted, running his glossa down the length of one of his detachable rotor blades. That apparently double as swords. Cutting his glossa accidentally or on purpose with it and then smiling. Shuddering slightly at the memory, you’d requisitioned supply for an extendable pole to wash him with after that, but they’d denied you. Told you the aliens liked hands on attention which you took to mean suck it up.
• Head tipping at the sound of your footsteps, his rotors shift slightly as he watches you round the corner. Because you’re his new favorite thing to play with. Keep him from being so bored. Plating barely lifting before settling when your eyes narrow, he’s pretty sure you loathe him. Which makes your insistence on coming back daily and courting him hilarious. “No hello?” He asks, standing and you tense. Really can’t understand why you keep returning, but at this point, he’d just go find you if you didn’t.
• Resisting the urge to go for the taser, goosebumps lift along your arms when he slowly walks around you. And he’s humming as he circles you like a shark, venting before growling. “You smell… different,” he says and you go still reaching for a bottle of soap. Smell? Hadn’t realized they even had a sense of smell at all. “I like it,” he adds, an arm hooking around you to make you swear realizing he’d mass shifted while he was behind you. And he shudders violently.
• Groaning as his knees joints go weak, your field is delicious agony and miserableness churning together and crashing over him. Threatening to drown him. Arm tightening around you when you struggle, squirming against him, he presses his face against your neck, pulling that new scent deep as he tries to remember where he’s smelled it before. Wait. That’s the stuff you squishies bleed isn’t it? You’re bleeding? Feels like you’re dying as your discomfort twists through him to make him tremble until there’s a very real concern he might overload behind his plating.
• “You’d clean me up if i made a mess, wouldn’t you?” He growls in your ear as you struggle, hearing his fans kick on and his glossa slides up your neck. And that’s it. Struggling to get out the damn taser as he groans about something ‘hurting so good’ you nearly drop the thing pulling it out of your pocket. Before jamming it against him and pulling the trigger. To make you both yelp when it gets him and you since you’re up against the metal weirdo. Dropping the taser from your numb fingers, you hear him moaning your name and your face flames. Can you have a do-over? This one is clearly messed up.
How they react to you being disrespected by Cybertronians.
Characters ── First Aid [IDW] | Rodimus [IDW] | Shockwave [TFP] | Soundwave [TFP] | Vortex [IDW]
Reader is ── Gender Neutral | Human
Story is ── Romantic | Headcanons + Drabbles
Warnings ── N/A
First Aid
✦ ── This sweet medibot has seen some things as of late, and he's got three hundred and thirty-two logs of pure inspiration on how to show someone a world of hurt.
✦ ── Unfortunately, he has to stick to imagining beating the slag out of whoever insulted you. If he did act on his impulses, he'd also be the one fixing them, and that sounded unappealing.
✦ ── But he will fire back at them verbally and show you that you're worth defending with his words. How someone can look down on you, such a talented human who fits right in with the team, is beyond him.
✦ ── When that bot next enters the medibay for treatment, he is ready for his less...ethical payback. Oh, did that hurt? It's only a pinch; no need to be dramatic about it (he totally made it hurt).
✦ ── May or may not have sneakily switched their F.I.M. chip so next time they go for a drink, they don't feel the effects of it. Petty, but at least they'll waste one night and a few shanix on nothing. It's an easy fix, anyhow.
"You didn't!"
You were giggling beside his keyboard, laughing as he slipped his mischievous deed to you.
"That sounds like a gross instance of medical malpractice, Aid." Despite the teasing tone, you were still grinning wide.
He leaned his helm in closer, optics looking around in a mock attempt to ensure the area was clear before he whispered.
"Keep it between us. I'll flip his chip back when he returns."
It was worth it, seeing you smile after you'd been so down about the bot's comment.
Rodimus
✦ ── Critique him for being captain all you want; he can laugh it off or rage about it alone where no one can know it affected him in the first place. But insult you?
✦ ── Immediately at Magnus levels of upset. Yeah, calling you any variety of names or doubting you should be punishable by several cycles in the brig. Of course he can't, no matter how much he wants to.
✦ ── But he is the king of smack talking. He is on them about every little insecurity they do or should have. What's that? Want to speak up about his favourite little human? Could have sworn he heard the same mech that nearly pissed himself last mission saying something about you.
✦ ── They earn themselves a spot at the top of his shit list. Left out of more fun missions, forced into the nasty ones, whatever makes him feel better. He won't tell you, but he'll make sure you find out all the funny details that paint them in a bad light.
✦ ── Is he going too far? In his humble opinion, it isn't far enough. But this will just have to do. Whatever sets the precedent on how to treat his human right, then so be it.
"—aint is all scratched, and it's going to take hours to buff! I hate these stupid missions." The seething bot walking past you and Rodimus barely spared you a glance.
Their paint was scratched clean off with several deeper lacerations. They seemed to be returning with a group of other bots who'd gone to the planet below to handle a skirmish.
At least this time they hadn't said anything rude about you.
"Can't believe they were that damaged from such a simple mission. Should have sent someone who knows what they're doing, huh? Bet you could have done a better job." Rodmus grinned, tilting his head towards where you sat on his shoulder.
"You're just saying that to flatter me." Your hands came up to playfully smack the part of his helm getting too close for comfort.
"Is it working?"
Shockwave
✦ ── Insults were not unusual. Any human amongst the Decepticons could brush them off. Nicknames that painted you in a dehumanizing light weren't much of a threat, anyhow. You'd learned to accept them.
✦ ── Shockwave never seemed troubled by them, either. Not that you expected him to. You were capable of handling yourself; he'd picked you as his lab assistant for a reason.
✦ ── It is one comment from Knockout that stirs a reaction out of the scientist, though you'd tuned it out. It was hard to ignore the aftermath of Shockwave practically slamming what he was holding down.
✦ ── Not the kind to outright attack, but his ability to intimidate is next only to Megatron himself. No one wants to be on the bitter end of his malice.
✦ ── And malice it is indeed. For what little Shockwave expresses of himself, he is clear and concise when it comes to your importance to his research. By extension, importance to him.
"You would be of far better use to me if you knew when to withhold your unnecessary comments, doctor." The scientist had turned towards Knockout, taking one heavy step in his direction.
You watched in awe.
"Right, yes, of course. I just thought a Cybertronian might be of more help." Knockout's hands were waving in front of him, trying to defuse the situation.
"You have not only thought wrong but also insulted my choice-making. My assistant is most valuable to our cause and has the highest projected success rate."
Knockout stood frozen.
"You are dismissed, Knockout."
Soundwave
✦ ── Fortunately for you, your acceptance by Soundwave meant very little was said about your human qualities. The Vehicons weren't troubled by your presence, and Megatron had better things to do than complain about the organic who'd done more for him than Starscream.
✦ ── But that was exactly the issue. You'd earned more respect as a fleshling than Starscream did as the second in command. Anytime he saw you on your own, he'd manage to slip a hurtful comment to you.
✦ ── It'd be stupid to bring it up to Soundwave. The third in command was busy. But Soundwave captures all, and the first time he catches one of those comments? Well, he would hate to break command, so instead he's going to make the SIC's life a living hell.
✦ ── Recommending Megatron send him for missions Soundwave knows the mech would hate. Sending portals in just a bit too late, so the mech gets a few more hits from the bots. Being far less lenient to Starscream's demands of him.
✦ ── And if Soundwave is anything, he is persistent. He will not let up until Starscream is begging for him to stop. Lord knows Screamer takes forever to get over his own ego, too, so it lasts a damn long time.
"Apologize to the human!? Have you lost your damned mind?" Starscream was seething, sharp nail pointing at you as if he wanted to skewer you.
Soundwave nodded his helm once, replaying the audio recording of his insult to you.
When the TIC refused to back down, Starscream grumbled before crouching closer to you.
"Human... I am sorry you felt bad about what I said—" He scrambled away when Soundwave's tendril shot toward him in threat, a squeal escaping him.
"I'm sorry, okay! I'm sorry!"
Vortex
✦ ── If it's one of the guys making a comment about you that he doesn't like? They're breaking out into a semi-serious fistfight that has no clear victor.
✦ ── The Combaticons do respect you more than they would any human, hence the kinder beating. Usually it's Brawl making the comments. Vortex has no idea Brawl apologizes to you in private and is only doing it for the fight.
✦ ── If it is literally anyone else, some no-name con or, god forbid, a bot? Fucking hell. They are in for a world of pain. Vortex needs an excuse to fight, and this just gave him one.
✦ ── You have to watch. He is doing this for you, so sit back and enjoy. Whatever bot just insulted you is getting sliced, thrown, and beaten till they're on the brink of death.
✦ ── Would go further, but he kind of wants them to live in fear of you. Yes. Spread the word that any comments about his lovely little human will result in great bodily harm. It gets his engines revving and his rotor blades perked up.
"Did you see that? Cracked his visor right into his optics! Medics 'll be picking little fragments out of there for hours." Vortex was carrying you in energon-stained servos.
He was in surprisingly good shape considering the size of the bot he just took down. You were certain he took some of those hits on purpose, for the thrill of the pain.
"Thank you, 'Tex."
"Huh?" His lips finally stopped moving, gleaming red visor tilting down to get a good look at you.
"For defending me. Thank you."
"Well, someone's gotta."
Author's Note ── Oh my lovely bots and cons, how I cherish them... TF requests are open!
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
Bonus!: Complimenting their alt-mode and transformation is seen as hardcore flirting back on Cybertron, personal hc, but I thought it was fun to include:)
Note: Please lmk if the ‘read more’ doesn’t work as I’ve has some problems with it on mobile lately! I feel like I might’ve written too much for this one. Also, OOC for a few of them but oh well:) I’m just here for fun lol
CW/TW: MDNI, SFW but suggestive especially Rodimus, gender neutral human reader, some established relationships and some not! (Yet;), I clarified which were newly established and which weren’t by the character names!
Characters: Optimus, Jazz, Mirage, Ironhide, Rodimus, First Aid, Vortex, Hound
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Optimus - not established but is after
The echoing sound of the bases massive garage doors opening has you curiously walking down the halls to the main warehouse, where Prime had just pulled in after going on a supply run with Arcee and Bumblebee. You stay mostly out of the way, the other mechs at base helping to unload his trailer while you head to the front of Ops truck mode to catch up after the long day, eager to hear his gruff but soothing voice.
You two share small talk about your days, he’s telling funny stories from the supply run and you complain about the paper work you’d had to complete, needing to go through annoying phone calls to complete it. His presence soothes any ache from work away too quickly though, it has you noting how your crush on the leader seems to have become much more difficult to sweep under the rug and keep hidden, even earning knowing looks and nudges from some of the other bots.
Within no time the team is done unloading everything, and you make way for Ops to transform, eager to finally catch a glimpse as he doesn’t let you come on patrols or missions with him for safety reasons, so you hadn’t seen it before.
Perched atop one of the raised warehouse walkways after scurrying up one of the long ramps, you’ll be about chassis level with him now.
He detaches his trailer after backing it into the normal spot- red and blue metal plates begin to shift and move across his body, interconnecting with other pieces of metal, his tires rotate then flip sideways and his exhaust pipes move further towards his back as he stands to full height, taking a few steps towards the walkway you’re perched on to face you, (well, mostly.) He looks so leader-like. Confident and caring nature seeping off him in an aura.
And here you are, too stunned to speak, shocked at how intricate and intriguing his transformation was and you can’t seem to stop gawking from your position, now eyeing his chassis before staring up at him, mouth slightly agape.
He lets out a little confused grunt, expression the equivalent of furrowing his eyebrows, “Are you alright?” He sounds concerned, you’ve been staring for a solid minute now and you’re very warm when he reaches to place a large servo on your back. “Do you need me to take you somewhere private?” You shake your head to break your trance, heart rate a bit higher than it should be, and you realize he probably thinks he’s scared you or something. “Oh, no no! I’m fine, just a little shocked is all-“ His servo is checking your temperature now, “Your transformation is just fascinating, I haven’t seen it before.” His lips part a bit, and he vents inwards almost imperceptibly, a little shocked at your words. It’s been a while since he’s received a compliment like that, let alone someone flirting with him, even more so that someone being you, the human he’d taken interest in romantically but had yet to do anything about.
He lightly shakes his helm, optics shutting off for a klik while he gives you a small chuckle, low and rough. He pets his servo down from your head to your back lovingly. “Thank you, I appreciate that. And I’m glad you’re alright.”
You notice Jazz- who was very well aware of your feelings for Ops- out of the corner of your eye, and before you can even respond to Optimus, Jazz is cupping his servos around his mouth yelling from the other side of the warehouse, “That’s some hardcore flirting where we’re from!” And you see Ratchet shove his head forward so he walks away, cackling his aft off down the hall.
You stiffen in his servo, painfully aware that Optimus can feel how warm you’re getting again and see how flustered you are, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean- I mean I do mean it, I just-“ He finds your stammering cute as it is unnecessary, happy to have received any praise from you at all but still planning to give Jazz a lecture for putting you on the spot.
“It’s alright, no need to worry.” Does he know his voice is that soothing? Is he doing it on purpose? The way he smiles so gently down at you has you thinking he does.
“If you’d like, I can take you for a drive? There are many scenic spots around the base. Apologies for having not offered sooner.” He wanted to confess to you at a good time, somewhere romantic and private but it seems he won’t get that chance as you steel yourself to the utmost, finding a confidence in Jazz’ words that you previously hadn’t known, “It’s okay, you mean like a date?” You look so genuine and hopeful- but he can feel your little hands shaking slightly, clearly still flustered- he takes a few kliks just to commit that look in your eyes to his memory banks.
As if his smile could soften any further, he bends down to place a slow, chaste kiss to your cheek, patting your head and enjoying the way you nearly squeak in response. You can hear that delightful gruff chuckle again through his breath, “I’d like that.”
Jazz - newly established
You’re checking your appearance one last time in the mirror, moving around the house swiftly to prepare for your first proper date tonight with Jazz.
See, you two had gone on many late night drives together, stayed up and marathoned movies, even cooked dinner for one another- it was fun to have him taste test so many human foods and see his reactions- but you had yet to go on a proper first date. Tonight, however, that was going to change! You couldn’t be more excited, and also nervous.
Your anxieties were quickly cut short by the sound of loud cheesy late 70s music playing from your garage, startling you into nearly dropping your phone- you’d given Jazz a key a long while ago even before making yourselves official, as he’d be over at your house practically everyday anyways- so you knew it was him. Rolling your eyes with a snort at ‘it feels like the first time~’ coming from his radio, knowing damn well he had the biggest smirk on his face waiting for you.
Entering the garage which had been occupied more by him than you at this point, you’re presented with a variety of your favorite candy alongside what is probably the largest bouquet of flowers you’d ever seen resting atop a rickety old workbench- you had never bothered to replace it. Next to it, Jazz was parked, singing along with the music so loud you can hear the smile in his voice. He’s flashing his lights and wiggling his tires in a funny little dance that has you laughing loud enough he can hear your sweet voice over the radio.
He turns down the volume down as he backs up a bit, shifting out of his alt-mode and back to the form you’ve grown so familiar with. You’ve seen his vehicle mode before but never his transformation sequence, always managing to miss it by a hair.
But now your curiosity is more than sated- seeing the metal plating retract and shift across his frame, his chassis coming up and his door wings moving to their rightful position behind him. You can all too clearly see his mesh flex underneath the rotating metal on his thighs and his servos pushing himself off the ground before he kneels down to reach out to you.
You didn’t think you could be so flustered by such a sight but here you are, kind of wanting to cancel the date and skip to the aftermath. And he definitely notices your reaction. He’s Jazz after all, he’d be nothing if not observant.
“Well don’t you look lovely, care to join me tonight?” He’s not even trying to hide how smug he is, engine revving when you come close enough he can feel the fabric of your outfit brush against his arm. It’s so soft, he recognizes it as one of your favorite outfits and he thinks you look almost too enticing.
Meanwhile you’re desperately trying to cover up how loud your heart is beating right now, clearing your throat before you speak, “You don’t look too bad yourself, I have yet to see your transformation. It’s so smooth..” Your voice is trailing off, but from Jazz’ perspective, you sound so genuine he can’t stop his engine from revving again, a little euphoric from your comment, even knowing you’re unaware that you’re coming on to him hard right now according to his culture.
He lets out a signature chuckle, servo coming around to cup your back protectively, “Ya know doll, that’s considered flirting where I come from,” he’s got that teasing lit to his voice even though you can tell he’s being honest, his vents ticked up a notch now.
“Ah, well-“ pressing your noticeably warm cheek against his chassis to avoid his optics and wrapping your arms around him as best you can, he’s stroking up and down your spine tantalizingly, “it’s a good thing we have a date planned then, right?”
Mirage - not established but is after
Feeling squeaky clean and freshly buffed, Mirage makes his way into the base with a grin so wide it barely fits his face. He looks not unlike a pleased cat after they knock something down, a little cocky.
“You sure seem chipper,” your comment is only met with bright optics, happy to hear from his little crush. He poses dramatically when he nears you, pointing his thumbs at his chassis before giving you finger guns, “Why wouldn’t I? Ya boy just got a nice detail and new rims, I’m feeling fantastic!” You can’t help but think he’s so cute when he’s happy like this, his confidence and cheerful nature both infectious.
“Oh yeah? Show me!” He’s never shown you his transformation to his alt-mode before, having always done it out of sight so as to remain incognito.
He offers you a sweet laugh, “Yeah? Wanna piece of the Mirage? Best and fastest speedster around?” He steps back a few paces from you, incredibly swift with how he switches to his Porsche alt, legs swooping around him almost like he’s breakdancing. You can see how his wheels join together in the middle, new rims on perfect display, his chassis shifts in a way you’ve never seen before and invisible seams appear in his metal plating. His biolights are brighter than before- what with how you’re gawking at him- and he decides to show off a bit, he’s favorite thing to do when you’re around, you’ve learned.
“Oh, ya like that? That’s not all-“ he cuts himself off by spinning into a different alt, a Ferrari this time, that new buffing he just got doing him favors you were unaware could exist on a car. But you can’t look for long before he’s switching to other sports cars, some you’ve never even heard of and he’s spouting off names and models like an auctioneer.
He ceases his impromptu fashion show with another steady transformation and little hop onto his pedes, thoroughly enjoying your expressions, amazed at all you’d seen. “Ha, impressed? Why thank you~” he’s so proud of himself, but internally he’s flustered to the max, hopes you can’t hear his fans when you scurry a bit closer to him, reaching a small hand to his arm when he kneels down to your level.
“That was awesome!! Your transformation looks so cool! I love the rims and your finish looks great!” He’s choking back a stutter, trying to seem as suave as possible while you praise him so earnestly, has no clue if you know what you’re saying to him right now but by Primus does he not want to correct you if you don’t.
He feels too guilty to let you offer him so many compliments without informing you that you’re hitting on him, “Heh, you realize you’re flirting with me, right? Compliments to alt modes and transformations are like, flirting 101 back on Cybertron.” He really hopes you’re not uncomfortable, wants you so desperately to continue it’s not even funny.
“Oh- I did not,” and his spark sinks a little at your tone, excitement dropping from it only momentarily, he honestly thinks you’re going to reject him and he hasn’t even confessed yet, “but I don’t mind, I mean it.” You’re smiling? His optics shoot wide, his lips parted and you catch a hint of his glossa peaking from behind them, had he been biting it?
“You- wait seriously??” He sounds happy and confused all at the same time, shaking his helm as if he heard you incorrectly, “You actually don’t mind that you just flirted with me? Hang on, I did say that, right? Like out loud, not just thought it? I don’t know if I explained myself-“ and you cut him off by laughing- that sweet giggle he’s come to dream of in his recharge- wanting to stop his stammering.
“I don’t mind Mirage, and yes I’m serious. I like you anyway, so what’s the harm?” He swears his spark just stopped. You look so content with what you’d just said, like it wasn’t hard for you at all, like you’d known for so long. Had you? Oh- If this is returning to the All-spark he’s happy to go, being praised by you is nothing short of divine and finding out you like him back? He can offline happy now.
He takes a moment to run a quick system check just to make sure he isn’t in one of those dreams from earlier, still shocked he’s not. “No fraggin way- when we’re you gonna tell me? Did you- Ya know what, scrap that, I’m taking you on a date. Hop in,” and he’s eagerly shifting back to his alt-mode while you laugh, the melodious sound continuing while you two speed off to who knows where.
Ironhide - not established but is after
The wind carries sounds of clanking metal straight to you as you watch from your little makeshift perch, Ironhide and Cliffjumper were sparing out in the field below, though not too far from you, far enough they could freely move and shoot without risking you getting hurt.
You’d been watching for an hour now, having been checked up on a few times by Ops and the others just to ensure you’re good. You enjoy watching Ironhide spar, it’s a nice way to pass the time actually. You’d grown to have a big crush on the grumpy mech, even though you didn’t get to see him as often as either of you would’ve liked given his schedule.
Unbeknownst to you, Ironhide had an equally large crush on you. Cursing himself for acting like a damn youngin trying to impress you without even meaning to. You’re just so funny and sweet, but why would you want an ole mech like him? He’d subconsciously resigned to not confessing unless you came to him first, thinking you’d probably be more interested in some of the less busy, less cranky bots. Though he tends to be much less cranky when you’re around, your voice and presence offering him much appreciated respite.
He and Cliff finish up around the time you shake yourself out of your daydreaming, and you watch as Cliff speeds off after Ironhide pats him on the shoulder. He glances up to your perch, and you offer him a small wave. You realize you’ve never actually seen him transform after watching Cliff head off, and after tossing a few things off their makeshift sparing arena, he starts shifting to make his way towards you.
Watching in fascination as his chassis moves, his servos land on the ground and you can see the mesh underneath his metal which has your mind reeling, he’s quick in his short drive over to you- only a few hundred feet but figured driving was faster- before he’s shifting back and you’re thankful you get to watch his sequence up close this time.
He’s more than a little surprised when you start complimenting his transformation and sparing with such excitement, praising him in ways he hasn’t heard in a long time. He has to force the surprised expression on his face to return to a grumpy pout to hide how he’s actually feeling. Realizing you probably don’t know what you’re saying to him right now.
“Hm, shouldn’t go around saying that stuff or you’ll be askin for trouble,” he’s honestly worried you’d given many of the others the wrong idea if you’d complimented them like that, and he’s a little grouchy at the thought. “To us, that’s flirting.”
You’re a bit surprised at the information he’s provided you, but see this as an opportunity to feel out whether or not he’s interested in you, I mean he seemed a little flattered by your words so, might as well try?
“Ha, sorry, I didn’t know. But I still mean it, you look good! If it helps, I only say this stuff to you.” You emphasize the last word and now he’s unable to hide how he’s feeling, embarrassed and flustered but still the grumpy pout you’ve come to know and love resting atop his face. Though there’s a hint of a smirk under there too.
He clicks his glossa and shakes his helm in realization, you’d felt the same way the whole time and he hadn’t noticed. Mentally notes he needs to get his optics checked next time he goes to Ratchets.
Standing above you only slightly in your little perch, “If ya told me sooner, I would’ve taken you on a date like a gentlemech should,” he’s smiling now, not bothering to keep up any facades around you, offering you a servo, “Care to let an ole mech make good on that, love?”
Rodimus - newly established
He’s pouting, that much you can tell, even from your spot on the side of the racetracks. Rodimus had just pulled off the main track and into a pit area alongside Drift and Blurr. They had been racing for a while, placing bets against each other and low and behold, the fastest himself, Blurr beat everyone by a long shot.
Roddy had managed to pull ahead of Drift and get second, not even considering beating Blurr, but he was still a bit peeved he hadn’t managed to beat his personal best time yet again. Had he just been on a different level that day? Was his matrix doing something? He didn’t know, but he did know it was annoying.
He exchanges a few words with the others before pulling over to the side where you were, eager and needing to hear praise from his beloved little human partner after such a race.
You’d only been together a short while, and work had been super busy, so you hadn’t really caught his transformation sequence before, at least not up close. You’d caught the tail end of it earlier when he was on the track, but missed the real show.
Bright red and orange begin peeling off to different areas of his frame as he moves to stand, arms and legs appearing and pushing himself upwards almost like a push-up, you can see his red biolights revealing themselves once again on his abdomen area. He stands tall next to the guardrails decorating the edge of the seating area, reaching to lay his arms crossed atop it in front of you.
“How’d ya like the show, hmm? Enjoy seeing your future conjunx race?” He’s almost playing coy with the way he wants your praise right now- always seeking it out like a moth to a lamp- little more than just bummed at not beating his record in front of you.
“I loved it, you looked so good! You guys were so fast I can hardly keep up,” your genuine laughter spreads warmth through him and you can feel the way his em field brushes affectionately against you. Warm, familiar and protective, slightly tingly like static.
“Aww, you’re so sweet, thank ya love.” He’s happy to hear it but wants more, feeling all too greedy for you all the time. Realizing what he wants, you offer him honest praise, compliments you’d been waiting to give him since you caught the end of his shifting earlier. “You know Roddy,” he’s looking at you expectantly now, “I never get the chance to see your transformation,” you’re fawning internally over the smoothness, “and I don’t get to see your alt-mode often either. It’s a shame, you’re so pretty.”
He’s practically beaming, fans kicking on and the smile on his face grows ten times larger, showing his denta when he laughs. He leans forward to brush his helm on your forehead, “You know if we weren’t already together I’d think you were trying to get in my panels right now,” he’s just being a tease but you figure it would be fun to give him a taste of his own medicine, maybe distract him a bit sensing he’s a little down and in need of that right now, he always has been easy for you to fluster.
“Who says I’m not, huh? I mean, have you even seen yourself? It’s a wonder there aren’t more people throwing themselves at you, Captain.” And the title slips off your tongue way too deliciously, his biolights are pulsing and he drops his helm to your shoulder when you place a small hand on his cheek. “Hah, realize what you’re sayin right? I mean if you wanted a ride that badly all you had to do was ask~“ oh he thinks he’s funny, “Yeah? Right now? You’ll take me for a spin around the track then?” He’s perking up at your words, having just been poking fun at you before, now he’s excited for where this is going. “You really want that? I’d be happy to!” He looks so eager, happy to have you slotted nice and safe in his front seat while he shows you how fast he can go.
At your nod he takes you into his servos and pulls you against his chassis, nuzzling his faceplate against the top of your head before he’s shifting around you, setting you down gently in his drivers seat and clicking your buckle into place.
You instinctively place your hands on his gearshift and wheel and it has his engine stalling for a moment as he backs onto the track again, you’re flooding him with compliments about how cool that transition was, how excited you are, and he’s eating it up, em field brushing up against you even more now that you’re in his chassis.
Seeing the way you light up as he takes off, your smile so bright it could put a spark to shame, maybe he’s not so upset he didn’t beat his record after all.
First Aid - established
The sudden ringing of your phone startles you, interrupting your current work flow on what was frankly, incredibly boring paperwork. You heave a sigh, annoyed it will take you a few minutes to get back into your groove, but you’re still quick to pick up the call when you see it’s your partner calling.
First Aid had been out getting some supplies for the med-bay a few hours prior, leaving you very bored in the base. While some of the other Protectobots were home, they’d been pretty busy with patrols today, so you chose to help out by plowing through some of their paperwork for them. Needless to say, your boredom was alleviated by your partners call, happy to hear his soft voice again.
“Hi honey, headed back?” Eager to hear about his impending arrival, you don’t even give him time to greet you in return before asking about it. You hear his amused hum from the other end of the call, “Hm, hi pretty, I’m on the way now. Could I trouble you to help me bring a few things into the med-bay when I get there? If you’re not busy, that is,” and he’s always been considerate.
“Yeah, course! I don’t mind at all, I’ll open the warehouse door outside the bay, ‘kay?” While you’re happy to see him and help out, you’re also just glad you won’t be doing mind numbing paperwork anymore. Evidently he was only a few kliks away when he called.
“That’s perfect, cause I’m already here,” he laughs lightly at your little choked noise of surprise, immediately rushing up to go open the door, abandoning your phone at your desk.
Low and behold he’s patiently waiting when you rush to smack the button, and you watch as he backs in towards you and opens his rear doors. It’s not often he transforms these days- only really doing so when necessary or to stretch a bit- which is good honestly. The less ambulance rides the world needs, the better.
“Could you grab those boxes on the right? I don’t want to jostle them around too much shifting back,” already nodding, moving to step inside and bring the hefty boxes out to the counters nearby, you can hear liquid sloshing around inside the bottles the box contains.
It doesn’t take you long, only a few things needing to be moved, and you two make small talk about the past few hours. The nice humans he spoke to today at the hospital, your finishing of some paperwork for the guys. He’s happy to hear your voice after working all day, finding it hard to remain focused while missing you.
“Okay, I can get the rest, thank you love,” he doesn’t want to push you, hearing how busy you’d been, you deserve a rest.
He slides forward a few feet, closing his rear doors before the metal exterior of the ambulance starts to move, decals splitting apart and sliding to lock into place elsewhere, glimpses of mesh and biolights visible beneath his plating as he transforms carefully, grabbing the leftover boxes from within before they can fall. He makes it look so easy, having done it so many times.
You don’t realize you’re silently staring until he finishes setting the last of the supplies down onto the counter next to you, only barely stifling a chuckle, he brushes a gentle servo against your cheek.
“I appreciate the gesture, but you’re staring hun.” You shake your head a bit to break your daze, instinctively placing a hand on the servo resting against your cheek. “Right- sorry,” you laugh a little at the moment, the two of you both finding your ogling humorous, “your transformation looks different whenever you’ve got something in your box, it’s fun to watch.”
His mask clicks out of place and you glance up at the sound- squishing your cheek further into his servo- to find his softened expression aimed down at you.
“Thank you, seems I’m not the only one who’s been missing someone today?” his naturally soft spoken voice only amplifies the teasing lit he’s got now, liking the way you roll your eyes at his words. “I always miss you, I was only staring because your sequence looked different, it’s charming-” your breathy laughter not doing him any favors right now, you’ve known for too long what complimenting an alt-mode does to a bot. “Besides, it’s not my fault you’re so cute.” You’re giving him a playful smile, placing a slow kiss to his servo, knowing his hands are particularly sensitive.
That feels way too good after a long day, and he’s glad he’s got so much self control or he’d ask you not to stop, right in the middle of the med bay.
“Heh, you think so? How about we finish putting these supplies away and then head back to the habsuite? I’m sure we could both use a break after working all day,” and he knows exactly what that not at all innocent smile on his face does as he moves to go back to work, leaving you to turn shades of red that match his paint job behind him.
Vortex - not established but is after
You had successfully made your way to the roof of the base, a big yellow helipad greeting you when you finally managed to force open the heavy door leading outside. Vortex liked to hang out up here, presumably to get some fresh air along with some peace and quiet. It was often noisy in the Combaticons base, cacophonous sounds of rowdy mechs ringing through every hall, random brawls taking place over lost bets.
The breeze felt lovely, the small hairs that framed your face lightly shifting. It makes sense that the helicopter of the group liked heights and the wind. It helped that the view was lovely.
The copter in question turns only his head, glancing over his shoulder at you from his spot at the edge of the rooftop. It wasn’t very tall, but he wasn’t letting you get too close without a servo prepared to catch you if necessary. He’s not entirely convinced your kind can’t be blown away with how small you are.
“Found me I see, do ya need somethin?” He’d sound uninterested, annoyed even, if you weren’t already familiar with his speech patterns. You’d spent enough time with him to know when he was really unhappy, and learned he seemed to particularly like you.
“Just wondering where my favorite mech had flown off to, is all.” You plop yourself down next to him, happily observing both the view and the way his rotor blades on his back shift when he moves back to his original position- leaning back on his servos with his legs kicked over the edge. Swindle had once mentioned that you could always tell how bots with wings and rotors were feeling based on how the body parts moved, but you weren’t sure how much you could believe from him at the time. Getting to know Tex just solidified that the con was in fact honest, though.
He seemed pretty content at the moment, even letting his optics shut off when the breeze picked up a bit, faceplate removed and angled up towards the sky, “Your favorite, huh? I’ll make sure the others hear about that,” he’s trying to sound teasing and tough but he can’t help how his spark thrums at your words, internally cursing himself for being so wrapped around your finger and not even being your partner. Yet, he hopes.
You’re only mostly listening, curiosity peaked at the memory of Swins words, reaching to gingerly lay a hand on his rotor, lightly brushing your fingers against the smooth metal. Immediately he stiffens, servo catching your wrist so fast you don’t even see him move before you’re looking up at wide optics. Noting the facial expression he’s making, you’ve never seen it before.
“Huh? Is that embarrassment I see?“ he’s quick to shush you with bared denta and a low growl, “Shut it,” letting go of your wrist before turning his head away, back to the sky, “You could get cut, be more careful.” He’d almost sound stern if it weren’t for his vents kicking on and the way his rotors were slightly idling-
Great! He’s not gonna be able to get that sensation out of his processor now, and he’s mentally thanking you as sarcastically as possible- though he’s very much hoping you’ll do it again at some point, maybe a bit more private. He does consider himself pretty adventurous though, so then again, maybe not.
He allows you to continue though, post warning, trailing a single finger along the center of one of his rotors. You don’t miss the way his plating resembles that of a bird with the way it almost ruffles up at your touch.
“You know, I’ve never actually seen you in your alt-mode.” You’ve been curious for a while, but his mode of transport doesn’t exactly allow you to see it very often, let alone join him for a flight. Though he’d never ever let something happen to you, he might still tease you about what he does to those unlucky autobots.
“Oh? Curiosity killed the cat, doll.” He’s smirking down at you, a little cocky given your interest in his alt appearance. But you’re used to his antics, you know how to give back what he gives you, “And satisfaction brought it back.” You say confidently, it’s the perfect conditions for a flight today after all.
“That’s how it is huh,” He seems to be humored by that, pushing off his servos and hoping swiftly to his pedes, making sure to bend down and push you away from the edge with a single servo. Smirking when you tumble back a bit. “Fine, I’ll bite. Wanna fly me that bad? I’ll show you heights you’ve never seen,” and he’s sauntering over to the center of the helipad, turning back to you when you follow several meters behind him, staying outside the circle.
You’re already a little flustered at his offer to make you see new heights and the implications of that, but it’s increasing rapidly watching his transformation sequence. Metal glides across metal, it’s almost too fast for you to catch the details. The way his biolights become obscured and covered by plating, folding in on himself yet moving in a manner that retains his large size, his rotors spinning into place as he comes off the ground by a few feet before landing expertly. The wind from his rotors whips across your face but it isn’t as harsh as you’d expected. You suspect he did that on purpose.
“There, happy? Or are you just gonna stare?” You know he’s just teasing you but you’re all too enticed by the way he just moved- which has you questioning many things- and red in the face.
Moving towards him when he slides open his door, he’s keenly aware you are completely oblivious to how much you’re flirting with him when you offer him compliments and praise with every step. He clicks his glossa, feeling your barely perceptible weight as you step into the cockpit and plop yourself into one of his pilot seats excitedly, “Back home, that level of flirting would’ve just earned you a date, or a drink at least.”
You take a moment to process his words before realizing what he means, feeling a bit too warm for comfort all of the sudden. “I- I didn’t know!” Your incredulous stammering just makes him laugh, a bit maniacal in nature as was typical for him, but you start laughing along too after a few seconds, still a bit embarrassed. “I don’t regret it, though.” and your voice is almost a whisper, but he can hear you loud and clear.
He takes a minute to process the situation himself, mentally freaking out for a moment before swapping back to his more suave self, “Sounds like I’m taking you for a flight then.” He’ll ask you on a more official first date when you two get back, but for now, he wants to hear you spill more of that sweet praise just for him.
Hound - not established but is after
Hound is a big sweetspark- you’d come to know that like the back of your hand- always worrying for you and wanting to ensure you get home safely from the base. Or anywhere really. If you tell him about your plans to go out with friends, he’s gently reminding you to give him a call or shoot him a text to let him know you’re home safe. He doesn’t mean to come off as possessive in some way, he’s painfully aware that you two are just friends, and he hopes that’s only for now, he really does just want to make sure you’re alright.
The weather forecast had shown heavy rain all morning when you’d been picked up from your house by Cliffjumper, who had oh-so-lovingly pointed out that you were only calling him because you were too shy to ask Hound. Smacking his dashboard only causing him to retaliate pettily, “Ha!- Wanna be like that? Fine, you can have Hound take you home then.” You’re giving him the most ridiculous look now, and he finds it hilarious. “I mean you could always walk too, what’s a little rain gonna do-“ and you smack him a second time. It’s not enough to hurt, and you two had been besties for so long now he knew how you were gonna respond to his teasing before he’d even said anything.
Work went by smoothly at the base, though the team had kept the weather channel opened basically all day on the TV in the common area. Hound had been checking it periodically, and it wasn’t letting up, pouring even more than that morning. Worried about you making it home safe, knowing you lived pretty far out from base. Maybe he should tell Cliff to take you home- knows you two are very close- but when he makes way to do exactly that, the red bot only laughs and throws a hand up, “Nope, you can take ‘em. I’m sure they won’t mind. And I know you won’t either,” he’s sauntering off after shooting Hound a wink, knowing the green mechs feelings for you already.
Cliff was honestly just sick of being a part of you twos song and dance these past few months, and was using every excuse he could to get you two to finally confess.
Hound exvents heavily, worried he might come off a bit weird asking to take you home when you’d always gone with Cliffjumper. But it appears that little slag won’t be helping him out- and he makes the mental note not to do him any favors this week- so he heads out to find you.
You’re curled up in a blanket on the couch with some of the others, weatherman yammering away on the TV as you guys wait out the storm. Bumblebee is upside down with his pedes over the back of the couch next to you, and Ratchet is standing with his arms crossed behind the two of you. Jazz had already tried to alleviate everyone’s impatience with some music which was nice.
‘Severe thunderstorms set to continue throughout the night until tomorrow morning, watch out night drivers!’ And you’re internally cursing at Cliff for his dramatic display this morning. Know he’s petty as fuck too, he will not be taking you home. He’d probably let you sleep in his berth though, rather you’d just punch in the code that only he’s supposed to know to his hab and sneak in to spend the night since he barely ever rests. You’re not too keen on not being able to brush your teeth or shower though, so you might just have to grovel an apology at him.
You’re brought out of your ‘smacking Cliffjumper a third time’ trance by a gentle tap on your shoulder, careful not to snag at your blanket. You glance upwards behind you, meeting Hounds gaze, Ratchet now missing, immediately growing a bit nervous.
He’s so friendly and sweet, he always makes sure you get home safe, calls you ‘doll’ and ‘sweetspark’ and ‘darlin’. He asks you questions about life as a human, enjoying your company. You think your crush is starting to inhibit your ability to work at the base at this point.
“Rainin pretty hard, asked Cliff if he’d take ya home but he’s not havin it tonight.” He sounds exasperated at your friend, and you hope to everything Cliff didn’t mention this morning to Hound. “Oh, yeah he already let me know this morning he wouldn’t be taking me home,” you hope you don’t come off as dismissive, “I was thinking of staying here but I don’t really have my things so-“ your voice trails off, you hadn’t thought of a solution yet so you weren’t exactly sure how to finish your statement.
“How ‘bout I take ya home then? Don’t worry, you’ll be safe, promise.” And he’s making your heart rate pick up with the way he’s smiling softly down at you. You quickly nod before thinking, “That sounds nice, thank you so much, are you sure it isn’t too much trouble?” You’ve managed to wiggle your blankets edge free out from under Bumblebee, who whines, standing to round the couch.
“No trouble at all darlin,” you throw the blanket over Bee and he happily chirps at you, waving you goodbye, “Ready to head out?” He walks you to the garage door at your nod, backing up after pressing the button, which was nearly smashed from so much use.
The green mech begins to transformer behind you, catching his knees meeting the concrete floor as they shift into his undercarriage, wheels roll into their place and his doors all shut in time with his final movements. You’d even caught a sneak peak of his mesh and biolights beneath his plating. ‘They’re so pretty’ but your thoughts are interrupted when he pops open the drivers side door, already turning on the heat so you wouldn’t catch a cold in the rain.
“Let’s get ya home doll, need to stop anywhere on the way?” You slot so perfectly into his front seat, small gentle hands on his wheel nearly has his engine stalling, “Nope, but there’s no rush,” you mull it over in your head to ask him about his transformation. What does it feel like? What do those lights underneath mean? What’re they for?
“By the way, when you transform, what does it feel like? I’ve never asked,” he’s definitely going to stall if he doesn’t get going now. The seat behind you feels a little warmer than before.
“It’s like a human stretchin, that’s what Ratchet said anyway. If ya don’t do it for a while, ya start gettin stiff in the joints.” He’s pulled out onto the long dark road leading to the base.
“Ah, I see,” silence fills for a few minutes while he drives, the rain dripping down the windows, not really thinking much of your next comments, “I liked your lights, they’re really pretty.” His engine revs unintentionally, and he brakes for a half second causing you to abruptly jolt forward.
“Hound? Sorry, did I say something offensive?” Immediately aware that you don’t actually know if it’s taboo to say that sort of thing. I mean they are often hidden, you’d only seen them a few times, usually after you’d given him a hug or talked about traveling with him someday. He clears his throat, already back to driving like before, but you can definitely feel how warm his steering wheel is now.
“No no, it’s not offensive sweetspark. Quite the opposite actually,” he chuckles awkwardly, hoping to ease your discomfort but painfully aware of how flustered he is now. Knows you have no idea that complimenting biolights is usually only something you do with a partner or someone you wanna interface with.
“For us bots, saying somethin so sweet about our lights ‘s usually a way of showin you’re interested in someone. It’s flirtin,” you could honestly let the world swallow you whole right now. Ten minutes into the drive and you’d basically just laid your feelings on the table without even knowing it, how long until you’d get home?? Can you survive the next few minutes?
“I’m so sorry,” you cover your face in embarrassment, sliding a hand down and sighing loudly, but you laugh despite the thickness in the air.
“I don’t mind, comin from you it’s appreciated,” he debates changing the subject for your sake, deciding he’ll feel it out based on how you respond.
“Coming from me?” You let the question hang in the air, and silence lingers between you two for a moment before he vents out a sigh of his own,
“Guess it’s time to come clean, huh?” He mentally prepares for a rejection that won’t come, “I like ya a lot doll. Such a sweetspark, I adore your company.. No pressure of course, I understand if you’re not interested, and I’ll still make sure ya get home safe like always, no matter what.”
You’re scrambling, choking for a response out of yourself, he really thinks you’re not interested?? “Wait- I didn’t say I wasn’t!-“ he waits for you to finish when you wave your hands in front of you as if to stop him, “I like you too, a lot, actually.”
He takes a few kliks to process your confession, smiling to himself. “Ya do, huh?” And you nod so cute at him, pulling into your driveway around this time, stopping out front.
“In that case, how bout I pick ya up tomorrow mornin, and we can go somewhere nice after work, sound alright?” You smile so wide at his words, offering him a melodious laugh, “That sounds perfect.”
Still thinking about smacking Cliff a third time though.
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Note: Thinking of doing a part two with: Arcee, Hotspots, Blurr, Dratchet, Nautica, Bumblebee, maybe Windblade and Swerve. Don’t know yet tho! Lol, lmk if that’s something you’d wanna read:)
Can I pretty please get something for our sadistic boy Vortex?
I've been dealing with a hand injury recently and can't draw any of the transformers I want to 😭🙏🏼
Oh no! Hopefully you recover soon! 🔞 🌶️
Soft AU- Needy
Vortex x Reader
• “Hiding from me?” Fumbling your iced coffee, you’re dancing backwards as it splatters all over your shoes and on your pants when it hits the ground. And you glower up at your assigned mech sitting on top of the dorm, mass displaced. Apparently waiting just to jump scare you. ‘Don’t you have anything better to do?’ You demand sourly and he pitches forward, throwing himself off the roof. Inhaling, you duck back inside the lobby as your heart goes racing. Seeing him falling and his frame arches gracefully, twisting in a way he looks like he shouldn’t be able to so he can land in a crouch, rotor blades flared.
• Reaching to push open the door when you try to shut it in his face, you’re retreating as he tucks his rotors to duck inside the building. “Get out,” you hiss, moving to put a couch between him and you as a couple of the humans lounging in the open space nervously get to their feet. ‘Why? Are you ashamed of me? Am I your dirty, little secret?’ He teases and your face flushes as you glance back at the other humans, clearly embarrassed.
• Why is he like this? “No,” you blurt, mortified as one of your coworkers covers their mouth with a hand, trying not to laugh at you. “You’re a work assignment.” And you know nothing you say is going to keep that one from gleefully gossiping that you’re fucking your assigned mech. ‘You’re so mean,’ he growls, following you, head tilted slightly and stare predatory to make your skin prickle when his visor brightens, rotors spreading out aggressively. ‘Gotta say, it’s a turn on.’
• Spike stirring as your face goes even redder, he chuckles as you keep retreating and he slowly stalks after you. Watching your body language as you tense, daring you to run. Because you know he’s going to chase you if you do. Wants to chase you. “We’re not together,” you grind out as another human snickers. ‘That’s not what you said last night while you were bouncing on my spike,’ he lies and your eyes flash, lunging to grab a decorative pillow to throw at him.
• “I’m not fucking him! We’re not fucking!” You hiss, knowing no one’s going to believe you as you cast about for something else to throw at him. And he lunges, trying to catch you. Stumbling back, you react without thinking and slap him hard enough it’s hurts you. Sucking in a breath as you shake out your stinging fingers, he reaches up to touch his battle mask and rumbles. ‘You know I love it when you get rough,’ he growls and you hear another caretaker absolutely lose it cackling. “I hate you,” you groan, letting him tug you into his frame.
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
Pairings: bumblebee, vortex, first aid, swerve x Human!gn! reader (separately)
warnings: slight graphic mentions of a wound in first aids, a little suggestive in swerves, talks about his spike lol
hey guys! long time no fics haha
Bumblebee
Tries to pass it off and pretend it doesnt bother him, his fans blasting on at full speed would say otherwise
You probably barely brushed his leg or grabbed his hand to get his attention, something small
I think he would put himself in positions that you would need him and therefore touch him or just where you two would brush against each other
Since that first touch he’ll be caught constantly daydreaming about more, you riding on his shoulder, laying together, simple and sweet things
I think eventually you two run into a rhythm where touching is natural in your relationship
He loves when you grab one of his servos with your entire hand <33
Vortex
It was accidental at first, you had reached for something and thought youd given him enough space but you hadnt, ending up with your arm brushing his shoulder
He probably cussed you out and gave a whole speech about personal space
Stayed far from you, making it seem like he doesnt like you, it was quite the opposite
He could not get the feeling of your soft skin out of his processor, it was driving him crazy
He didnt want to keep thinking of you and your incredibly soft skin
Eventually hed find his way to you and silently beg for more skin to metal touch
He’d still deny it if his buddies brought it up
First Aid
This guy fumbled so much the first time he felt your soft graze
He was patching you up, youd tripped and scraped yourself up pretty badly, he wasnt aware humans were this fragile
Your arm was the worst of it, bleeding and torn skin, he had you stretch it out and from the tension it had begun shaking. Without thinking you just grabbed his arm that had been steadying yours
He short circuited, his fans were blasting and his hand had gotten very warm
He didnt know what to think other than how wonderful it felt to have you touching him
When you left the clinic he just stood there, feeling your phantom touch, the rest of the medics wouldnt stop teasing him
Swerve
You were a regular at his bar, liaison work was mostly a desk job but the field job was hard when you had meetings or had to track down certain bots. He just thought you were always having a bad day, you just wanted to see him all the time
Hed said something funny to you, you just reached out to ground yourself while laughing so hard
He froze, giggling nervously. He didnt really get a lot of action, let alone have a pretty human give him the time of day
He didnt know what to do, just pushed by it and kept making jokes
The harder you laughed the more you squeezed his servo
He could feel his spike pressurizing, begging silently for you to keep your hand on his
He didn't know what he did to deserve such an angel to give him attention but he loved it
I have a request how about transformers g1 Vortex ( I currently have a huge crush on him LOL) x a ballerina or something you want human fem reader?
"Could you PLEASE lower the volume?! I can't even count in peace!"
"Actually," Blastoff spoke up. "I quite like it. Keep it up."
"Oooh, you're just doing it to piss me off, aren't you?!"
Vortex wasn't even planning to oblige the Swindle request, firstly because he didn't want to, and secondly because he was in his zone.
With visors glued on the screen of the small TV that they were able to find, he was almost lying on the table while watching the registration of the day, his foot tapping in time with the music.
The swift of the door sounded, and Onslaught entered, noticing the scene that had been around for quite some time now.
"Vortex is on again."
"Tell him to lower the volume!"
Onslaught sighed, getting closer to the servos on his skirt plate.
"I like that you're enjoying some more artistic aspects of this planet, but it started to worry me. Isn't that the same security footage of that theater?"
"Yup," Vortex muttered, opening a can of oil.
"What do you even like of that staff?"
"Eh…a few things."
It was just one thing, and that was you.
When he first laid his hands on you was when he decided that it would be nice to piss off that bot at your side, HotRod. He didn't know anything about you, nor did he care at all; he just wanted to have fun, maybe killing you somewhere and waiting for the outburst of that idiot. He waited, followed you, and tried to catch the best opportunity to catch you and have the fun he wanted, but he had never foreseen that he would actually start to know you on a more personal level. And he had never imagined he could get obsessed over a human with a curious talent.
It was a dance, that was what he learned, one that required elegance, strength, composure, and a determination that he had never seen in other humans.
It was…strange.
He started to follow you not because he planned to get you, but because he wanted to learn more about this curiosity of his, seeing your body perform such figures that seemed impossible, those jumps that, with one wrong step, would have crushed you in pain. Every time you got a footholdhigh in the air, it seemed like you could actually fly…
Then the red idiot came in the picture and almost made him lose an arm from the surprise, and you learned that Vortex has been observing you for quite some time now.
He liked it, your fearful face, your way of trembling…you were adorably cute. But you were always too far away from him and always too close to HotRod. He hated it quite a lot.
He never liked one bot on that sad rock that had for once made a good thing and given birth to you, but damn how much he hated Hot Rod. Not because he was a bot, not because he was a sad excuse of a hero, but because he could have stayed there, watching you practice with all those others humans and he could NOT.
He was able to connect to the surveillance system of the theater; it was quite easy when many cons have a debt with Swindle, and he now found a new way to keep his visors glued to you and have some more photos for himself.
"Well," Onslaught kept up, "just don't let your work be compromised by some fleshy, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah," he waved, uninterested by his boss's words.
"Oh, about fleshy!" "Chirped Swindle," with a happy tone. "You owe me a couple of shanix for those…uuugh...that stuff, you know?"
"I'll give them to you when the staff is here…in ONE PEACE!"
One of the many nice traits of being a combiner is that your team doesn't need to ask you staff, like, why did he purchase some opera costumes, or why did he commission the Constructicons to make him a Cybertronian-scale version of one of those things that play music and make the small doll on the top round?
You'll love it; you just need to avoid making him lose control and oblige him for...forever? At least how long your legs can work.
