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[rabotimagines]

do you have a favorite combiner team or maybe even just snippets to share about the maybe multiple ones you like

tbh just wanna hear about combiners and you seem to know their personalities so well it makes me giddy

wahhggggghhh you're gonna have to give me more to go off of if you want more in depth stuff like my usual multi character reacts stuffs. Y'all can request combiners though do be aware. (It might take a hot minute if you do because of the number of them but I will persist) But I can ramble a bit about the G1 cartoon combiners (yes all of them) under read more because length and y'know how tumblr loves those. But what I like about them and general thoughts because there's so many of them!!

I like a lot of them actually! They're funky and I can rotate them around my head like a microwave. But I think I Like the Constructicons, Stunticons, and Technobots the most. I just think they're neat for the Constucticons also they were our first combiner so I hold them close to me. They may be fucked up after Megatrons personality altering machine (Which their former relationship with Omega Supreme?? Hello?? Why have more people not talked about it???? The fuckery of it all???) but they do still very much feel like a building crew for hire. Long Haul especially sounds like he's on the verge of needing to take a smoke break every time he's on screen.

Also that episode we're they go rouge and jump Grapple and Hoist to impromptu drag them into building an actual building and flex their architecture skills? Megatron finding out was not at all planned and they totally were actually just tired of doing his dinky side projects he gives them like they fully admitted. They pulled that "OH yeah uh- No Megatron! were still totally loyal we were... tricking them into helping us build a uh- Weapon of great benefit to the Decepticon cause!" right out of their afts I swear.

The Stunticons I believe I have described them before as them flying and bouncing in every direction like someone dropped a bunch of ping pog balls. They really do just fucking go flying with no rhyme or reason and bounce in every direction. Megatron said "Frag it" and dropped a bag of deadly bouncing marbles right into the battlefield. Their disharmony is definitely the most interesting part of them. They all just despise Motormaster for good reason too. Motormaster being a piece of work to put it lightly. All while commanding via fear and through taking advantage of the rest of his gestalts mental illnesses to fuck with them.

He's a big aft bully But though the rest of the Stunticons aren't pushovers on account of being cons. (I still remember Dragstrip telling Soundwave and Megatron to fuck off when Soundwave tried to call them in to do work while they were messing with a bunch of humans cars.) They do tend to harmonize well enough when Motormaster isn't involved. But then you need him in there for Menasor to happen and uh- It's certainly a thought to have five people forcibly share a space when 1/5 hates the other halfs and the 4/5 part also hates and is scared of the first part. It's just so different from the other combiners.

Okay the Technobots... Helloooooo? It is not an exaggeration to say out of ANY of the G1 combiner teams the Technobots absolutely have the most characterization- Somehow while also being such late additions and have like?? TWO EPISODES ONLY??? technically only one and a half damn. It's very entertaining how like 3/5th of them are fucking nuts all in different ways and then Nosecone and Lightspeed are just fucking regular guys. It does help balance out the rest of the team though. It also helps that their solo episode is hysterical. I still think about Strafe going in blaster ablazing and shouting like a cowboy having the time of his life and then shooting down the space ship flagging for help while very obviously being chased by a decepticon.

Genuinely what is wrong with them? I say knowing fully well they were made out of Unicorns brain parts. That... Probably has at least a little bit to do with their personalities I won't lie. I feel like i'm shouting into the void with this one since I know a lot of people haven't watched season 3 of G1. And I've literally never seen anyone even mention the Technobots like ever. So meeting them was a literal flashbang and I had a great time regardless. Might write something for them the next time I do a multiple character thingy.

I do also like the Aerial bots too! I just feel like I know them less than the first three getsalts. I know Sliverbolt, and Slingshot well enough. But I just feel like Air raid, Skydive, and Fireflight all take a back seat to those two when time to act and show personalities in G1 happens. I do remember laughing my ass off when the Aerialbots get shot into the past and they'd been there for like a while. Only for Fireflight to go "Wait what?" When they were talking about time travel stuff. Being told "WE WENT BACK IN TIME" again and Fireflight just going "what?" with complete confusion. and then its not addressed further at all.

But I do think Sliverbolt and Slingshot are cute. I think i'd probably think the same of the rest of the Aerial bots gang. But they just aren't given the opportunity to- act themselves? Show themselves as much as the others. And again its not a time thing since the Technobots have half if not a quarter of the time that the aerial bots do in G1. They just didn't use their time as well as I would have liked. Again I still like them and they are cuties I just wish they used their screen time to show of Air raid, Skydive, and Fireflights off some more.

I feel like the ones I like most after them are the Predacons. I do like beast modes, and Listen- The abrupt realization that they all actually talk and all the animal noises are a choice instead is so so funny in an endearing sorta way. They're all just??? So silly in a way. I still remember Razorclaw and Rampage in alt mode just- I would say fighting but they both just jump on their back legs and swat at Kup like two overenthusiastic dogs and its??? So??? I kinda love them??? they're all goofy in a way and I may not have a lot of time with them but I do end up enjoying whenever they show up.

I want to give them energon goodies and coo over them their alt modes (I would rightfully be torn asunder.) or in their root modes. I did also enjoy the fact that Razorclaw can and will put his pride aside to work with the Autobots if it gets him and his team out of whats a hopeless situation. That's not really an aspect you see a lot of combiner leaders really show off in G1. I also like Predaking's form the most out of any of the combiners forms in G1. I think he looks the coolest out of any of them.

Okay next is the Protectobots... I will be real with you what I mentioned about the Aerialbots about not given time? It's like 4 times worse with the Protectobots. They just aren't given the time to be- themselves really any where near as much as the other combiners above them here on this post. Which really sucks because they were introduced and kinda just? forgotten about completely till the season 3 episode with Red Alert focus and exploring how he's a pacifist and how that clashes with his role as an autobot when he's caught up in battles regardless.

I'm glad they sorta showed off Hot Spot being a good leader while trying to get Red Alert to be more confident in himself and to be proud of what he does do. But again there's still not a lot that gets shown of them . And I would have liked to have seen them uh- be themselves more? If at all? I do think the fact that they're stated to feel more connected to humans and humanity to be really neat. I would have thought it was neater if I felt I knew them better in general in all honesty.

OKAY LASTLY! The Terrorcons... I kinda deadass do not know what to say. There's so little to off of here. UM I do enjoy how their alt modes look. I like Abomnus's little face knees, those are neat. Okay I'll be frank I still don't know what to say. The idea of them is neat what a group of terrible monsters more than bots. You could play with that idea a lot really but uh- The Terrorcons suffer from no introduction like the Protectobots but it's worse cause they're also growling and snarling like the Predacons but they rarely talk. And when they do they all have the same one mind of attacking or damaging or eating in that regard.

Which is apparently the point of them having read their wiki. But also huge detriments because they don't explore it or them at all. I DO like how Hun gurr just flat out goes "OH GOSH!" In shock when the Technobots vanish right in front of them. And again Hun gurr getting hit with like two blaster shots and then fully rocketing off into the sky like team rocket blasting off again because- WHAT WAS THAT??? But that was more the G1 sillyness at play but I did enjoy those moments regardless. But yeah suffers the most from the lack of showing unfortunately.

ANYWAY IF y'all wanna talk about combiners stuff or specific stuff y'know where i'm at. Or kissing any of them y'all know what this blog is.

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i am literally insane over jazz rn omfg your fics w him are SOOO good <33!! have you ever thought of writing him w a partner whose into the whole “bored and ignored” thing bc the idea of him tryna not react for his partner is hot asf i eat that up

Nonnie, come back I need more details. Do you mean like... Pretending not to care like at all? Or like acting like you're insignificant/not worth their time?? A bit of both?? Because I do think Jazz could do it very well if you're into that but he is internally exploding.

[rabotimagines]

im not a megatron simp but i do love guns :3

absolutsly peak that fic was 💕💕💕

Thank you! I was proud of it but I do know it's not gonna be everyones cup of tea. So tysm for taking the time to let me know you enjoyed my freaky gun play smut attempt 🩷

[rabotimagines]

id suck off megatron. in ANY alt mode. gun? schlrrrp. tank cannon? schlrrrp. honestly even his regular cannon? that too! this goes for any bot with guns/similar btw im a freak (shockwave my beloved.... sighs wistfully)

THIS IS FOR THE MEGATRON FREAKS! EVERYONE ELSE LOOK AWAY! AVERT YOUR GAZE.

"Service" GN BOT Reader x Megatron [Smut]

Summary: Sucking off Megatron in his gun alt mode

Warnings: Gunplay, MDNI, Dubcon🔞

Genre/Theme: Smut Scenario 🔞

Pronouns: You, you're, yours

Notes: Alt mode interfacing. A part two to Megatrons part in Transaction. Megatron refers to reader as "Solider". GN Con reader. Megatron shoots transfluid out of the barrel of his alt mode (Don't look at me like that YOU GUYS VOTED FOR THAT ONE)

Megatron had opted into dragging you into his private wash racks to clean the mess you'd made of yourself with his permission.

The solvent guiding Megatron's servos, dragging against the dips and small gaps exposing the rather sensitive seams between your armor plates. The ones that were slightly exposed due to the solvents warm temperature. Megatron savoring every barely audible sound that he managed to pull from your frame with his lenient treatment. Making mental note of where you seemed to have more of a reaction to his touch for later in the night.

You were tense. Obviously aware you were very much still in trouble for your earlier show of unrestrained debauchery. Though recalling the scene Megatron can’t help wondering if perhaps that was not the first time you’d disgraced the nemesis hallway with such unchecked degeneracy. The thought only causing his digit pads to press firmer on your frame. Due to the mere very possible notion that you’d been sullying yourself, out where any one of the Decepticons could have very well caught a glimpse of you.

And the presumption that Megatron had missed multiple opportunities to have done this much sooner.

Your em field was kept tight enough against yourself Megatron could not glimpse what you were feeling through it. However the way your plating flattened when Megaton's servos slid down past your hips showed your trepidation quite clear.

You were a good Decepticon.

And as one you had rightfully learned that respect and fear were tantamount within the Decepticon ranks.

Though in your particular position Megatron required you to be more… innate.

Troublesome as it was with Megatron already keeping his wants and actions towards you with carefully considered moderation.

If he had embraced the entire fulfillment of his desires he’d of pinned you against his wash rack wall and taken you here and now. And he would not have stopped until you were so ravished by him that your frame would be anything but tense. Plating slack, seams and wire gaps exposed for Megatron to leer and fan his digits over. Em field splayed warm and responsive to his every touch.

Bright optics focused right on his.

Megatron’s gaze left your chassis to meet your optics again.

You were staring at his own servos- no he would be a fool to assume you were looking at anything but your own pedes.

But no matter. Megatron would simply have to make a point of showing you exactly how… endeared he was to you.

Now won’t he?

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After drying both yourself and him he’d guided you to his berth and told you to take a seat next to himself on the edge of said berth.

Him saying your designation makes your gaze turn towards him. Megatron makes sure he keeps it before he continues. “Well, I believe we can continue with your punishments, soldier.” Your optic ridge barely creases and he would not have noticed if his optics weren’t directly on you. Megatron catches his digit underneath your chin and tilts it, not giving you the moment to even think of turning away from him. “Oh, don’t be so dire, soldier. This next one will be simple.” He watches your expression smooth before transforming.

Your servos instinctively catch his frame and your em field betrays your shock for but a moment.

Your servos unsteady from the unfamiliarity of holding him. You not used to handling his gun mode yet. Megatron had barley approved you for practice firing him a mere earth month ago. The steady way Starscream, Soundwave, or even Skywarp would handle him was absent from your digits. You quickly adjusted to handle him like a standard blaster. And it makes Megatron suddenly feel vindictive enough not to hesitate with his next order.

“Now I want you to service me like a spike, and do not stop till I’m satisfied.” The mental neural link that allows you to hear him makes you flinch. Or perhaps it was the order itself registering.

You looked down at him and your optics cycled multiple times. Optic ridge furrowing slightly as you gawked.

Megatron allowed you a few more moments to compose yourself before speaking to you once more. “Well soldier? I’m waiting.” You swallow and stare for another moment.

Before slowly slowly turning Megatron's model around to face you.

You hold the barrel towards your face plate and tentatively open your mouth.

But instead of taking the muzzle inside, you tilt him backwards and quickly run your warm glossia flat over the entire length of the barrel up to the muzzle. Megatron can’t stop the grunt at the act when you repeat it, now starting down by the trigger guard this time. And you simply continued with experimental laps on the exterior of his model.

You tilt him to the side and drag your hot glossia on the side of his model before you find his safety catch. The tip of your glossia circled over the mark in his metal before you continue on to his barrel pin and dip your glossia into the small Indent. Megatron can feel the heat that was demanding satisfaction since he’d caught you a joor ago return with a vengeance. The metal in his alt mode was unyielding like his root frame and refused to shift in demand to the charge now jumping inside him.

The fact only makes his model start jittering softly in your grip when you circle your glossia and than close your mouth around the hammer of his model. The sudden quick build of heat caused by you swallowing around the hammer makes him jolt lightly in your servos.

But you stopped to pull away from him and you ask him if that was any good, since you’ve never done this with a weapon model before.

Megatron lets the ache that’s pressing against his plating from how aroused he is to simmer into the background. He huffs “Yes. Your performance is adequate… so far. Now dear solider, do I need to guide you for this next part?” You don’t respond so Megatron continues. “Put the barrel in your mouth.”

You swallow again and slowly but surely bring his muzzle up towards your derma. “Yes, yes. Good. Just like that.” He reassures you and you finally allow the flat muzzle of his gun mode to touch your glossia. You tentatively lap the flat of it, all before your glossia dips right into the bore of his muzzle. Megatron is suddenly very glad his own em field is essentially non existent in his alt mode. But he still finds himself fighting to allow his frame to jostle any further than a slight shiver. “Yes- Yes. Take me deeper now.” He’s well aware you more than certainly heard the slight shift in his tone. But he alternatively focuses on the soft sound the order drags out of you.

You obey regardless, gradually sliding the start of his muzzle in your mouth. Glossia now pressing lightly on the underside of the barrel. The next circling motion of your glossia makes his spark throb in response and his hammer to click. You notice the soft sound and almost pull him out of your mouth. “I’m not satisfied yet, solider-!” You jerk to a stop at his voice and leisurely reposition the muzzle were it just was. Megatron reveling in the slow drag of your glossia on the way there.

Megatron sighs when you slide his muzzle even further in your mouth before stopping. You swallow thickly around it and Megatron can’t help the soft rumble that shakes his plating. You hum in obvious confusion and the sound reverberated against his own struts. The ball wounding around his spark getting tighter and more unstable by the nanoklick. “Move, solider.” he manages the order without sounding too strained.

You follow his command with yet another soft tantalizing hum- the noise nearly as devastating as the last. Then you slowly pull his model away with your servos on his grip. One of your digit pads teasingly sliding along his trigger guard. You pull his muzzle back until he risks slipping out of your mouth- only you lap your glossia over the front of his muzzle once more before slowly sliding him back inside.

Megatons trigger partially clicks when your glossia swirls on the underside as you take him back into your mouth. You swallow around him again and he can physically feel his barrel heating up under your attention. Your servos and digits have stopped knuckle tight holding his handle grip and slowly begun wandering more. One of your servos finds his hammer and you softly and repeatedly start treating the under curved side of it like a worry stone. The digit that was teasing the outer edge of his trigger guard had moved to tease the inside of it. Digit deliberately getting slower when you glided past his actual trigger.

Megatron focuses on the sensation of it all- of you servicing him like this. Wordlessly obeying as he guides you through the motions. But you still surprise him by… adding your own touches to the act. The longer he concentrates on your sinful touch the more he notices these little touches.

The way your digits slide soft but not soft enough they aren’t pleasurable.

The way your glossia continues to lap against the bore of his muzzle every pull back and even circles the rim of it but doesn’t quite dip into it again.

The way your em field-

Megatron's pleasure hazy processor laser focuses on that observation he’d just made.

He focuses on the touch of it.

Your em field was hot- very hot.

And Megatron was no fool- You were aroused.

You were getting off on this! On servicing him- Not even his spike but servicing his alt mode!

A groan hums inside himself and it manifests in his alt mode as a deep shake. “Faster-!” he orders and you hum again. The quickened pace makes more of your oral lubricant coat his barrel and his plating to heat further. He doesn’t miss the muffled sound you begin making when his muzzle kisses the start of your throat. Especially not when Megatron can feel the sound every time you keep making it. And what he could only describe as utter delight rushes through him when he quickly realizes your sounds are quiet muffled moans. His hammer clicks hard enough that his trigger twitches in response.

Megatron would’ve sucked in a vent if he was capable of such a feat, to help assist his rapidly fogging processor. Rather he’s stuck with his thoughts rapidly becoming more muddled with every searing drag of your glossia and teasing touch of your digits. Megatron feels his spark jump and he can barely get his tone even enough before he orders you once again. “Swallow it, solider-!” His hammer finally clicks fully and pleasure zaps up his barrel and through his muzzle. His trigger pulls with a sharp sound and he’s overloading right into your waiting mouth.

You made a sound of audible shock when you half choke on the first splash of his transfluid, your servos tightening on him. Some spills down the side of your derma. But you recover quickly, rapidly swallowing down everything you can in heavy gulps. The extra energy discharging out from his muzzle is buzzing on the flat of your glossia. Your glossia jerks against the underside of his barrel at the very slight buzz of electricity, no doubt now coating it along with his transfluid. Megatron groans and he lately realizes he transferred the sound through the neural link when your em field flexes just mildly warmer in response.

Oh, he’d give you something to get excited about-!

Once he stops pumping thick shots of transfluid down your throat you swallow around him again. Your glossia lazily lapping on the underside of the barrel when you start pulling it out. And when it reaches your derma you lapped your glossia against the muzzle, and dip your glossia into the bore a second time.

Which only makes Megatron activate his transformation and jump out of your servos.

As soon as his pedes touch the floor Megatron moves. His servo finds your chassis and he pushes you flat down onto his berth and he’s climbing on top of you in one motion. He’s panting in quick vents and he can feel that the inside of his modesty panel is practically soaked in his own fluids. Megatron can feel his own valve lubricant slipping though the small gaps in the metal. You have a streak of his transfluid spilling down your derma and chin, and are staring up at him. Bright opticed and venting softly.

Megatron's servo finds your chin and tilts it for himself to lean down and drag his glossia over the edge of your jaw. Following the line of his own split transfluid all the way up to your derma. He pulls back to look you right in the optics.

You hold his gaze waiting for him to speak.

His modesty panel snaps back “Very good. Next is my reward for you, solider.” Megatron kisses you, not wasting time to slip his glossia into your mouth. A noise of surprise escapes you but you try to keep up with his own set pace. Megatron can taste himself on your glossia and in your oral lubricant.

And that was exactly as it should be.

[rabotimagines]

so my brain is kinda obsessed with the concept of combiners and just how they interact with each other from like just the teams to the mind meld and stuff and i just wanna say you write it so well that im like, vibrating in a positive way and very happy about it. cant stop smiling after reading the constructicons and stunticons stuff <3

Oh my god Combiners are also so interesting to me like wtf do you mean you're all the same guy but also your own people??? What fuckery would that entail and where does the sense of self end and begin as combiner and you? It's all so fascinating to me- but I do always love the package deal boyfriends/One giant conglomerate bf

<3 your big combiner bf who loves you very very much and can also hold you lovingly like his most prized action figure.

But thank you so much for taking the time to say so because writing a combiner always takes so much time because there's always so fucking many of them to include. I am in perpetual cycle of "Damn why don't I write combiners more? they're so fun :)" And then i'm halfway through the team and I'm always like "OH- OH YEAH I now lately remember why I don't do it more often". But it will happen again anyway because I do enjoy them. I've been thinking of writing something for the Technobots but I know damn well it'll be for myself if I do go through with it because I think maybe 2 of you know who they even are lololololol

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https://www.tumblr.com/rabotimagines/779245527848140800/brooooo-your-shit-is-so-good-but-now-the-only?source=share

So this "battle protocol" right here, loved it. I was thinking, Hound knows Thundercraker kissed gn!bot reader, so hear me out. He takes us to ratchet and also found out Thundercraker fragged us! How would he react? Will he snap and frag us until there nothing but his transfluid overflowing the reader, reclaiming then as his and not Thundercraker or be sweetspark to the reader and softly frag them to get rid of Thundercraker's transfluid and replace it with his own.

Sorry, I really love your work, i just-

Me at 4am reading fanfics instead of sleeping bc I can't sleep

You mean Hound over Ratchet right? (sorry I'm also up late blogging thinking about bots) And if you were in a relationship with Hound it would definitely be the soft sweet loving with some reassurances. Hound is soft like that 💝

Though that said-! If you're looking for the first snapping rough frag with Hound... it will come eventually. I will admit while I am planning on doing the Decepticon part for the prompt "Tease" I am also writing an Autobot pt 2 of "Tease" since more than a few people asked about it. And Hound is in fact in that part two Autobot part 2 of "Tease", His portions the only one I have done right now actually- (While Mirages part is almost done too.) There may be some uh- knot fucking with Hound. So hey whenever I get that shit done lololololol

I might end up finishing the Autobot pt 2 of "Tease" first since I already know which characters i'm doing + knowing general ideas for each part already. While I'm still in the planning idea phase for the Decepticon version. But again, whenever I get around to that slag

[rabotimagines]

HI I JUST GOT HERE AFTER READING UR ENTIRE STOCK ON AO3 AND OH MY GYUEWGHFIADYGOU@WT#QFRGVDBOUWTEGFOUBYCWGHEBACUWEJHAFBCWEJAH GFCOUWYEAFG UWYEG FOUWYE GAWFDOUQYWGDH

i love your writing.

ohhh my godd hiiii yes hello. Welcome to my original sin cave. As you can see I have not quite yet moved everything over to my ao3 yet.

I'm 84,776 words deep and 41 chapters in already and i'm still not fucking doneeeee moving everythinggggg. But thank you for liking my work enough to track down my humble abode. 💝

[rabotimagines]

I can be trusted around Optimus's unsucked spike and node [<- lying]

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[Stunticons] Masterlist

G1

Romantic:

"Content" You wanna be big spoon tonight.

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I want you to know that ever since you mentioned in passing the gun play megs alt mode stuff with putting him in our mouth, that shit has lived the most free of fucking rents in the deepest parts of my cranium every waking moment 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 lemme tongue fuck his barrel rn RAHHHH /silly

WELL. [*Rubs my gay ass hands together at looks at finished smut I'm planning on making next weeks weekly post*] Do I have some good news for you then nonnie...👀

[rabotimagines]

Not writing, for once I bring art. These cats are trouble makers. (Just like their full sized versions.) Based on my new kitties :3c that just came in the other day. Tried to make bot Reader plan and ambiguous. Went with a visor bc of how people draw plan anon characters is usually a mouth but no eyes.

[rabotimagines]

MY MEGATRON AND STARSCREAM KITTIES ARE HERE!!!

They're sooooo so cute. I love them both immensely 🩷 (plush designer is @/__Zaqu__ on Twitter.) I don't draw much now a days but I might try and draw some bot Reader and these con kitties 🫶

[rabotimagines]

since youre doing requests, can you do a platonic x reader with g1 prowl? where the reader is a helicopter and maybe they and prowl have been working together for a long time, even before the war started?

Here come----

I tried my best to keep it platonic, hope I didn't stray too far from the request ><

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"Content" GN BOT Reader x Optimus, Skyfire, Blaster, Megatron, Astrotrain, Stunticons/Menasour

Summary: You wanna be big spoon tonight.

G1 Characters: Optimus, Skyfire, Blaster, Megatron, Astrotrain, Stunticons/Menasor

Genre/Theme: Romantic fluff

Warnings: Motormaster being terrible to his gestalt, Motormaster man handling Reader a bit,

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Notes: You're dating the rest of the Stunticons but also in a weird love hate situation ship with specifically Motormaster via gestalt proxy (You're both rude towards each other.)

You'd rather generously chosen to indulge Optimus in a bit of quiet time together in his berth. He climbs in after you when you'd already laid down. His servos find your frame and Optimus pulls you closer while his digits map out over the dips and curves reflexively. His own servos knowing when and where to pull and trace. Optimus almost pulls you even closer before you press a servo on his chassis and get your frame under one of your own gauntlets. And- you want to hold him instead right now? He... had assumed that was what you were about to do?

You shuffle up farther on his berth and your servos cup his helm- than you lead his faceplate to- ah. Optimus understands as your arms wrap around his own helm. He let's his own arms wrap around your frame as well. His em field bumps into yours when it's already curling against the top of his frame. Even if Optimus weren't practically next to your spark he'd still be able to feel it pulsing through your em field. Your digits trace the edges and make up of Optimus's own helm. His finials involuntarily twitching whenever you traced over one of his audial covers.

And Optimus believes he can lose himself to this feeling. The feeling of you. And since he's on his time for once, Optimus allows his plating slack and for his face mask to bump against your chassis. He doesn't realize he's recharged till he's booting up afterwards and his chrono reads some joors later. Regardless Optimus will allow it always if you ask him. He won't exactly ask himself however, he feels a bit... silly doing so. However on days he's truly in need of a pick me up, he may shove his helm against your chassis as soon as he gets a moment alone with you.

Dear, please help Optimus keep himself together when he feels like he may fall apart by the struts from exhaustion. He desperately needs it more than let's himself believe.

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You'd told Skyfire not to keep you waiting too long so he makes the effort to leave the lab before it gets too late. When he spots you in his berth he smiles and makes his way over towards you. You see him and just- open your arms out wide like- "Would you like a hug-?" He questioned while you just urge him to get in the berth already. So he does just that. While taking extra care how he does so he's not forcing you to adjust too much- but once he's laid down properly you just wrap your arms around his helm and pull him against your chassis. Skyfire's optics cycle as he stares at your chassis. Your arms settling to get more comfortable as do the same with your servos.

You want to hold him right now-? Your vocalizor hums by his faceplate when you speak.

You vent when his plating slacks and Skyfire can hear the very dull hum of your own internals continuing to keep you functional. Your servos are dipping and tracing the edges of his plating like guides to the more sensitive seams that now peeked out under his lax form. Digits still just feathering and touching and, stroking his armor. He can even feel your cheek nuzzle softly against the top of his helm. Skyfires frame so very warm under your clear affections.

Skyfire hums in pleasure when your digits start to skim over the base of his wings. Clearly following the groove of them. He vents deeply allowing your own natural aroma to fill his senses. Skyfire can tell he's nodding off with his faceplate buried against you. He murmurs out as much to you since he didn't want to trap you here in his grip while he was fully in recharge. His own digits ghosting over your own armor in time with your own touches on his. You're undeterred so Skyfire ends up coming to afterwards still tucked against you. Definitely a repeat offender and he does so when feels exhausted enough to ask. (Which was becoming more common now a days).

His function as a shuttle has left Skyfire with less than ideal expectations for support. Since you've offered to aid him like this he feels like he can afford to be a bit selfish with you...

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There's a hum of light static when Blaster clears his vocalizor roughly. Primus, he was tired. But seeing you curled up in his berth when he gets to his room still makes him crack a smile. "Well hey hey hey'. What do we have here now?" You just look up at him and stay curled on your side while Blaster holds a digit to his audial cover like he was making a call "Blaster calling in to report we have an intruder currently crashing my pad. The bots worn out already and description? Dangerously cute." Blaster ends up crawling in when you urge him to join. He lets out a sound of shock when you latched your arms around his helm. And you just thwap back onto his berth still attached to him taking him with ya.

His servo comes up to lightly grab one of your arms. You hum and tell him you wanna just hold him right now? Blaster relaxes further now clued into the game you were playing. Your digits just keep tracing idly on his helm. All till you start touching his audial extensions and he tenses a bit under the attention. Your digits still just slowly caressed over his metal slow and oh so tranquilizing. Blaster takes a hot klick to actually start letting himself fully enjoy your touch. Blasters more used to holding- usually any of his cassettes or even you so it just takes a klick for him to get with it. It's easier to do when he focuses on all the lil' noises he can hear your frame making pressed up against you like this. Vents, the hum of your vocalizor, he even thinks his enhancements are letting him make out your spark tempo.

But once he does get with it Blasters so down under he's almost in stasis with how dead weight his frame is feeling like. Your digit pads moving from his neck back to his audial extensions again makes him sigh under his vent. Blaster can tell he's about to go under so he tells you as much. So you aren't surprised when his murmured conversation with ya suddenly up and stops. And he comes too with you in recharge still curled against your chassis and- Oh the little sneaks. You're utterly surrounded by his cassettes. Rewind and Eject are both by your helm and his. Steeljaw is curled up against your back. And Ramhorns right next to the cybercat but down by your hips instead. Blaster definitely will be enjoying the low turned silence with you again. While his cassettes will just try to cuddle up with you whenever they think they can squeeze up next to you on a berth.

He's got a busy job keeping everyone connected day in and day out. So Blaster won't exactly be too shy when he already knows you're so sweet on him. (And how sweet he is on you too.)

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It's no surprise to see you in his berth when Megatron returns to his own habsuite at the end of the day. You were one of the only other bots to have access to his living arrangements. He detaches his cannon and props it against the wall on his side of the berth as you turn to stare up at him. You tell him to lay down and Megatron can tell you want something from him by the look in your optics. He climbs in, fully expecting you to take advantage of your time together for activities of a more sultry nature. So when your arms wrap around his helm and he's been dragged into lying on his side when you pull him down with you, he's... puzzled.

His optic ridge is almost pressing against your chassis while your grip is tentatively pulling the rest of his frame closer- Megatron lightly stiffens when one of your servos finds the back of his neck. He has to fight the urge for his plating to shudder when your digits start dragging slow circles on the sensitive area. You mumble how you want to hold him right now, as your other servo starts following your firsts lead. Both now treating him delicately as you continued to satiate yourself by tracing patterns on his plating.

Megatron is... patient enough to allow you to continue with your sudden self-serving driven course of action. Every light touch and trace and caress you make of his frame. Even when your em field starts bleeding into his own Megatron simply allows it to do so. He does realize he's nodding off. But allows it under the guise of informing you he will be sorting through his internals for the next few klicks. It's not a habit Megatron will indulge in too often- no he's much too busy and or much too heated to take the time to do something as heedless as resting his helm on your chassis.

Megatron cannot rest properly until he's won this war- however he is not foolish enough to delude himself into believing he doesn't require maintenance.

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You'd told him you were going to let yourself into his berth, so Astrotrains grumbling tapers off when he does see your frame exactly were you'd said. Once he shuts the door you're crawling up and inviting him into his own berth. Astrotrain huffs and does just that. You shuffle out of the way as he gets himself comfortable. That includes grabbing you, but before he can pull you where he wants, you squirm and tell him you wanna hold him-? You? Hold him? A sound of amusement rumbles out of his train engine at the thought (he still does this if you're his size. Astrotrain is used to holding, not being held-) and you just pull yourself up and reposition yourself. Arms wrapping around his helm and pulling him against yourself.

Astrotrain huffs when you stay exactly where you are- frame only moving to make yourself more comfortable. Servos holding him like he's fragging fragile or something, before your digits press firmer to properly touch him. Servos dragging and curving along the dips of his helm kibble and his pauldrons. Digits rubbing against the tender area of it to only follow it over his pauldron to his wings. Astrotrain's plating clamps down a bit when your digits start sparingly gliding across his wings. Your em field slowly beginning to pull along himself too.

Your digit pads dragging, following along the paint colors on his wings where you can reach. Your chassis buzzing lightly against his faceplate as you hum a sound, when his wings twitch under your touch. Astrotrain let's his own digits settle on your frame and start worrying along the side of your thigh. Astrotrain is another one who doesn't realize what's happened till he wakes up joors later with his helm still against your chassis. He curses and berates himself up over the time lost but he can't deny how good of a defrag it was for his processor. Astrotrain won't ask either, this will definitely have to be something you offer. Unless he's mad enough he might just drag you into his berth with him and shove his helm against your chassis.

He doesn't have much going for him, being transport ninety percent of the time. So Astrotrain likes having at least one more option for something to look forward to at least.

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It started had with Breakdown feeling like his fuel tank was about to come up on him! And you wanting to try something you had to drag him to your habsuite for-! Why does it have to be your habsuite?! You said it was private and you could go to his instead if he didn't want to- no no no! He can't have you in there! He has everything how he wants it (and so he knows if anything been moved!). And when you get there you're dragging him into your berth-!? Breakdowns helm smacks into your chassis and you tell him to vent. Why!? because you're poisoning him-

You tell him to shut up and Breakdown's mouth clicks shut with a clank. And he vents- and vents- and your servos are tracing his helm kibble- Your em field wraps around him and it's warm and maybe it's... nice and he thinks he can feel your spark thrumming.... Breakdown doesn't realize he's stopped doing anything at all until you tell him the mission was in a few klicks. Huh...? Breakdown cycles his optics and checks his chrono. Breakdown pulls himself up with a shout. How did he lose a joor!? But- but it felt nice...?

Breakdown starts asking If he can put his helm on your chassis when everything starts getting unbearable. He needs to be away from the Decepticons- from his gestalt-! And most importantly them-! Immediately! Which is usually how you end up with him cuddled up to you. Helm pressed against the front of your chassis. Arms wrapped around him and your servos fiddling with his kibble. He might start talking about everything he's been put through for the day- but other times he just clings onto you, like you might slip through his digits- like none of this is real and- your digits press on his pauldrons and the thoughts melt back into the background. Breakdown then shoved his faceplate closer against your chassis.

Can't he have just a little bit longer...?

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Dead End only wanted to figure out where Breakdown was running off too. Heading in the opposite direction of his own habsuite when Motormaster tells Breakdown "They're after him". It shouldn't matter. In fact It didn't matter. Just like everything else. However Dead End wants to know where he could possibly be going that frazzled. They didn't have any battles or any plans so Dead End follows simply to satiate his own curiosity. Which is how Dead End watched Breakdown shakily enter the code to your habsuite and throw himself inside.

Dead End's curiosity isn't satisfied by watching the act. So he ventures forward still and types your habsuite key in himself. Only to find you both on your berth and instead of doing what was more obvious you're both on your sides and Breakdown has his faceplate shoved against your chassis. Breakdown screams and shouts at him to leave and he does while you try to coax him back inside before the door closes. What a frivolous thing to be so upset about.

The days bleed together again and you've found him in his berth.

He doesn't feel the need to stop you when you climb in after him. Or when you drag his dead weight helm and press it against your front chassis plating. He can feel your em field pressing and pulling against his own frame. Dead End eventually feels his own bothering to reach back and he let's you guide it where you want. He's stuck counting the plating on your arm in his helm instead of any alternative. And he finds the drive to pull himself up to follow when you rise to leave. Dead End also finds the drive to start finding you before the dread fully settles in his chassis.

Even if Breakdown seems like he wants to hoard you for himself.

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Wildrider is doing donuts around Dead End lying like scrap on the sparring room floor-! Which is just fine, cause he's a good obstacle and Dead End doesn't even flinch when Wildrider almost runs a part of him over! So when Dead End gets up and starts walking Wildrider just tilts his donuts so he can keep making them while Dead End's moving and moving- and going-! Wildrider grunts when his side slams against the wall by the entrance of the room. He bounces backwards from the force of it and he almost runs over Dead End when he punches it to keep going- with a laugh Wildrider only stops when he realizes Dead End left him.

Alone in the training room.

Wildrider burns rubber and his tires bounce on the slight exit clip on the door. He transforms mid air and barely misses Dead End's frame and instead goes crashing into the wall. His frame slams into the ground next. He scrambles upwards and he's on his pedes running in the direction Dead End went off in. He almost misses Dead End but he did see him turn down this hallway. And then he's gone. The hallway was empty by the time Wildrider got there. Ah okay where-? his optics lock on a door he knows it's yours! Wildrider keys in your code and throws the door open. And is being yelled at immediately- frag yeah!

Wildrider ignores the insults from his two gestalt members and makes himself comfortable in your room. He ends up sitting upside down on one of your chairs, top half hanging off of it. Watching cause they won't tell him what you're all doing. Breakdown even smacked him when he asked if you guys were interfacing (Ha!). And- oh? They're just taking turns lying with ya? Wildrider wants a turn! When Dead End let's go of you, Wildrider tosses himself onto you before Breakdown comes back in. They both shout at him but you just try and talk over 'em both. The low rumble of your chassis hums against his helm when you use your vocalizor. Wildrider chuckles and clings onto you while Breakdown grabs his leg and physically tries to get Wildrider off of you.

Wildrider could keep dropping by with 'em! Especially when it was also with you! He liked your sounds the most.

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Dragstrip knows the rest of his gestalt are fighting over something but he doesn't know what. It starts with Breakdown getting mouthier with Dead End. Then they both instead just got mad at Wildrider a few weeks ago. And they were still mad as slag at Wildrider. It's not until they get back from a mission do they start racing with no warning! Full on alt mode and everything-! But Dragstrip wouldn't let 'em just steal a victory from him right under his olfactory! Dragstrip of course transformers and speeds after them in the nemesis hallway.

It's bumpy and they almost hit some stragglers but Dragstrip passed Wildrider for first and he realizes your habsuite is the only thing important over here- so he turns sharp that way and Wildrider smacking his own side against the wall to make the same turn tells him he's right! And more importantly that Dragstrip was gonna win! Dragstrip transforms into root mode in a run and nearly skids past your habsuite door on his pedes. He slams the code in with the others right on his tailpipe. Dragstrip locks optics with you and rushes forward when the sounds of pede falls behind him don't slow- in fact they get worse. Your room wasn't the goal!? What was then-!? His optics lock back on you and Dragstrip throws himself at you and you fall back onto your berth with him on top of you.

You're exclaiming and asking him what the frag was going on. Then everyone catches up and they sigh or curse or in Wildriders case cackles like a loon. And at those beautiful sounds Dragstrip let's himself laugh and his plating relax. He'd gloat further really- pull his faceplate up to see their sour expressions-! But then he'd loose his spot against you. And Dragstrip could tell they wanted to be him real bad right now-! But Dragstrip won it, so he's not going anywhere right now! You sigh and grab his kibble and shake him a bit- telling him to stop being such a stubborn aft. His engine just purrs when your servos move to start stroking down his spinal strut instead.

The still present sounds of his gestalt upset about loosing to Dragstrip was just a great topping to the oil cake your attention was.

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Motormaster can feel his sparkdamn plating clamp down further the longer he has to keep following the ugly tire streaks. Some dumb afts had been making a mess in the nemesis halls. Now normally Motormaster wouldn't give half a frag about whatever destruction whatever nobody con decided to cause. But the dumb afts responsible for this mess were unfortunately Motormasters dumb aft gestalt. Megatron telling him to get a hold of his sparkdamn gestalt and curb their stupidity immediately. Oh, Motormaster was gonna curb something alright when he got a hold of one of them... the tracks end at your habsuite.

Motormasters frown curls into a scowl staring at your key code lock.

He slams his fist hard enough against your door the metal dents under the force. And when Wildrider opens it Motormaster shoves him out of the way to enter. "What do you rejects think you're doing!?" The noise died at the demand. You were standing there stupidly gawking while holding up Dragstrip in your arms. The try hard's optics widened, and he immediately started clambering to get out of your hold when Motormaster got closer. No one spoke. "Well-? Was it you who started this slag-?" Motormaster stared right at you at the question. Breakdown and Dead End started bumbling about something but flinched when Motormaster looked their way.

And you say it was you, making Motormaster's optics flick back onto your faceplate.

So Motormaster grabbed you with a solid grip on your armor kibble and started dragging you towards the door.

The rest of his gestalt stupidly started panicking and trying to protest- "Oi-! You rejects are gonna clean your fragging mess up from racing-" Motormaster yanked you and your pauldron smacked into his own frame. "Or else- Got it?" And just like that they shut up and Motormaster dragged you out of the room. By the time he'd gotten to his own habsuite he just shoved you inside as soon as the door opened. You sighed and all stupid asked if he needed to do that- Motormaster's servo clamped onto your jaw and he made you look him in the optics. "Don't act smart with me. I know you lied for those losers." Your digits were wrapped around his gauntlet and they were about to warp his metal under it. You just repeated yourself and said- you what?

You couldn't be serious. But the dumb flat look in your optics said ya were. Motormaster scoffed and started dragging you towards his berth. "Fine ya wanna prove it- show me what stupid little thing those dumbafts were fighting over." Your digits do actually dent his gauntlet this time when he released your jaw just to hook you back by your frame kibble again- and drag you down with him on his berth. You crack your fist against his chassis hard enough to sting. But before he has a chance to grab you back for it, you wrap your arms around his helm kibble. Motormaster stills waiting for you to start squeezing or go for his optics even. But you just stay there- holding him. Like you said you were doing to- oh for Primus fragging sake. You weren't lying.

You tell Motormaster you're taking him out to spar and to kick his aft after this for scaring the others and Motormaster scoffs. He almost responds but stops short when he realizes can hear your inners working when you're pressed close like this. You hum and Motormaster can physically feel the sound. He's not used to this. You're usually hurting each other when you're this close so he... doesn't know what to fragging do. "Those losers were actually fighting over this-?" You tell him to shut the frag up as your digit pads racked over one side of the kibble covering his helm. Your em fields not as hot as it usually is but it is warm.

You don't start snapping at each other again till those rejects show back up at his door and Motormaster tries to threaten them.

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Menasor hates it- hates this! Hates them-! Him-! He growls and multiple engines rev. Whatever-! Whatever-! It didn't matter. didn't matter-! Useless-! Useless- Useless! He doesn't know if he's talking about the Autobots or himself- (it's both-) his engines growl louder and he almost drops his sword right down on the loud sound that grates on his audials on his left- and he slams his sword into the ground next to you staring up at him- you- You-! You! Menasor drops his sword and he drops too. You almost fall over as Menasor grabs you with servos- you make a sound he hates and he almost drops you. He moves you instead so you don't make it again-!

He's mad at himself-! But he wants you more-! Fix it-! You can fix it! You've fixed it before-! He drops you and Menasor gets even lower to the ground. It's dirty- dirty- Disgraceful! And Disgraceful makes him want to purge. But Menasor still drops his cheek against the ground and his digits claw right into the dirt. His plating flattens and he's useless-! He's angry-! His engines growl and he almost gets up to claw at his own chassis-!

Warm and familiar by his faceplate makes him freeze.

Something small is brushing against his helm along with it and his plating clamps back down from how it was jagged before. You say his designation-! And your servos are nice- a broken sound that rattles his struts comes out of his vocalizor. Pathetic- Pathetic-! He growls again and one of his servos goes over the top of his helm and grips hard enough all the sounds get fuzzy. You say his designation again and the warmth goes over his entire faceplate- The sharp sounds stop hurting and it's replaced by the small hum that rolls over four of his engines. You press your entire frame by him and say something that makes Menasor's final engine stop growling sharp. You brush under his optic and Menasor's plating finally slacks. The noise drowned out by the sounds you were making and four of his engines. Menasor tilts his helm towards you while you continue to touch him.

Menasor can't think much about much else besides how you're touching him...

But the only sound that really seems to matter right now is the things you're telling him... so it's probably fine...

[rabotimagines]

If the requests are still open, may we see a yandere Perceptor? I fee like he'd be kind of a pathetic nerdy yan...

sure!! A lil less pathetic as not be ooc and j was struggling sm with his helmet for some reason 😭😭 He's one to like burying his obsession under all his scientific talks, but honestly even when with his darling, his mostly stoic facade doesn't fall off easily... only rare moments where his words seem a little more personal would make you wonder what he really thinks of you

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[rabotimagines]

Need Cyberworld to release faster so I can properly write Megabull smut because I already have an absurd porno idea I wanna write.

Cyberworld, give me my freak card already so I can do it right!!!

[rabotimagines]

Beautiful art 🫶

Yandere Wheeljack please 👉👈, mah boy needs more love. (I just know he loves harddddd)

wheeljackk... jackieeee !! chose TFP bc it was my first introduction to him heheh<3 💚 and ngl i kinda like the way this turned out, and yes he'd be one to love hard- he doesn't like anyone else bossing him around but he rlly doesn't mind your scolding, might just even more obsessed since you're so caring..

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