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mtmte drift and ratchet x reader

tws/content- double penetration, frotting, sleepy sex (?), implied cockwarming

“Are you sure this is okay?” Drift cups the sides of your faceplates. His servos are warm, making your faceplates heat up just a bit more.

“Yes, I’m sure.” You try not to focus on Ratchet’s kisses along your shoulders and neck cables. Not an easy task, but you manage. “Please, I wanna do this.”

Drift smiles a bit, leaning in to kiss you. The barriers fold away leaving all three of you exposed to each other. Ratchet’s servos wander to your waist, lightly tugging you up to sit you on his spike.

Drift scoots himself closer, the tip of his spike rubs against the base of Ratchet’s. The mech behind you lazily wraps his arms around your midsection, kissing your shoulder plating and resting his helm on it.

“Think you can take both?”

“Mmhm.” You spread your stabilizers wider as an invatation, nodding. Some lubricant drips from your frame onto the berth.

The extra stretch from the second spike becomes only slightly uncomfortable, you can feel the spikes pressing on almost all of your nodes. Drift’s spike twitches inside of you, snugly pressed against his conjunx’s.

Normally, the stillness wouldn’t last too long, but you have a feeling that tonight would be a bit different. In a good way.

[tinydefector]

Psst , The human affect last one where after MC post those spicy pic's, imagine the new of it on Swerve bar's DRAMA and Chaos 😂😂😂 I want to see the reactions

Who's servos- Human effects

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: taking about explicit photos, light smut, hand humping, Drunk robots.

I added a sprinkle of Dratchet in here because I love these old men. So enjoy the boys reactions to the Ambassador's photos.

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Swerves Bar is overly loud as mechs argue amongst each other as they try to figure out what bot was shacked up with the Ambassador, everyone looking at the photos as they try and figure out who's servos they are. 

"I'm telling you, those are Rodimus' servos for sure!" someone slurred, slamming their drink. "Only he's got servos that colour!" 

“Ah no, Animus has the same coloured Servos!” 

“Don't look at me im on the Ethics committee, and whoever is involved in this clearing doesn't care about the ethical side of interspecies relations which we have no knowledge on!” Animus argued back the moment his name was mentioned 

“What if it's UltraMagnus who painted them so he doesn't get caught!” Aquabat chimed in trying to be part of the conversation. 

"As if!" another scoffed. "Ultra stick-up-the-tailpipe would never. My shanix are on Atomizer." Gears states into his drink. 

At the counter, Rodimus nursed his engex with a scowl. "Sure as Frag wasn't me,  i'd be boasting about that in person!, plus the servos don't have the detailing I have!" He argued back. 

Drift flashed a sly grin. "Oh I don't know, Roddy - they do raise an interesting point. You are the Mech they spend a lot of time with who's captain of the ship, and I believe you'd keep it a secret to spite everyone" the ex con was Overcharged himself, drifting from where Rodimus sat and where Ratchet was sulking over his own drink. 

"It has to be one of the senior staff," argued Hound. "They've got the most face time with the Ambassador." 

"Don't discount the scientists," Brainstorm countered. "Interspecies collaboration is crucial work." A collection of them look at Brainstorm for a kilk. 

Nautica scowled as she passed by. "We all know you have no tack Brainstorm."  

Tailgate tugged Rewind's arm anxiously. "Do you think we'll get in trouble for looking? I didn't mean to pry, honest!"

Rewind shook his head. "No, its publicly posted with consent, pretty sure if the Ambassador had issues with it High command would have dealt with it already " 

Beside them, Swerve studied the photos intently. "Maybe I should invite the ambassador for drinks. Get to chatting, see if we could get them to spill."

"No harassing them," Rodimus warned, stealing Swerve's datapad. "Now let it go, mechs. Their choices aren't anyone's business but their own." 

Skids appeared at Drift's side suddenly. "Can you believe it, Drift?, who do you think it is?" He waved a datapad at the speedster, proudly displaying an image. 

Swerve perchs up his field mischievous. "Any guesses on the lucky mech, Drift?, we're Taking bets" He states in singy song tone. 

“C’mon Tailgate, don’t be such a prude,” Skids nudged the minibot to look at the photos  as he ducked shyly behind his engex. “Ain’t you curious?” 

Swerve flashed a waggle. "C'mon Drift, place your chips! I got hot odds on Roddy, Crossblades, or maybe even that slippery therapist Rung." 

Hound elbowed in, visor blinding. "Do they show interface arrays? Wonder how alien bits compare!" 

Drifts optics focus in on the holos taking in the Ambassador and the servos, Drift felt his energon run cold as his optics focused unmistakably on the servos in the image. Oh, he knew those battle-worn appendages all too well - how many vorns had he felt their merciless precision upon his mesh, heard their owner growl his name through the throes of overload? 

But dear Primus, how had the Ambassador come to possess Ratchet's severed servos? A flash of memory surfaced - hadn't Ratchet left them in medical incase he ever had to use them again. after the massacre at Delphi. 

He snuck a surreptitious glance at Ratchet through the chaos, the grumpy Medic seemed to slouch more in his seat while spilling a bright green mixed high grade. A smirk spread Drift's lips. “ don't Bet Swerve” he states. Rising smoothly, making a beeline for Ratchet with the holo in hand.

Ratchet glances up when he sees Drift, had the CMO not been so drained and worried he might have smiled at Drift, but with everything that had happened with Traxies his systems were running full alert. "Well well, look who finally noticed me," Ratchet remarked dryly as Drift slid into the seat beside him, weariness pulling his field taut as ever-tightening screws. "And just what have you got there that's got your relays in a twist?"

Drift took a moment to slowly moving to straddle his conjunx lap, teasing whispering to him as he handed over the holo. "Funny thing - seems our dear Ambassador has found a new use for those old servos of yours, though how, I couldn't say..."  Ratchet whipped his gaze to the image, intake dropping open at the sight of all-too-familiar digits wrapped intimately around supple flesh. His fans stuttered violently. 

"The pit...how in Primus's name did they get a hold of my old servos?!" He rasped, snatching the holo to pore over with widening optics. Somewhere in the drunken din, Drift managed to slap a servo over Ratchet's mouth before he made a scene. 

Drift leaned close, vents puffing hot against an audial. "Well? Care to make a claim, or shall mystery have them all in a tizzy?" he purred silkily. Ratchet grimaces, field warming ever so slightly beneath its veneer of exhaustion. "None of their business," he grumbled, staring pointedly at Drift. 

Drift chuckled, glossa flicking coyly over his dermas. "Aw, don't be like that. You know you're enjoying the thought of having every optic in this bar on you, imagining all the sinful things you'd do” 

A rumbling growl escaped Ratchet's intake. "And you'd best mind your tone, or you'll find yourself in need of a medical. Again." But his field betrayed amusement Drift's optics glinted knowingly. "You say that like it's a chore, but we both recall how creative your medical procedures can be...especially with an eager patient beneath those adept servos." 

"You're like rust" Ratchet huffs but lets Drift continue, his mind does start to wonder about how soft the Ambassador looks. "Honestly, you're worse than the younglings sometimes, Drift." But his digits had already found their way to rest in the seams of Drift’s hips. 

The Ex con nuzzled closer still, voice playful even in his overcharged state. "How you wound me, doctor." His servo crept daringly across Ratchet's plating, tracing patterns. "Just imagine - that soft little frame. The sounds you could coax from those lips..."

A shiver worked its way through Ratchet's struts, betraying his fraying self-control. "You really are determined to get us both in more trouble than we can handle, aren't you?" But his engine revved eagerly all the same. Drift purred contentedly as deft medic's digits found all his sensitive nodes just right. "Mm, you say trouble but I know how you enjoy a challenge, doc." 

His field pulsed hot as his imagination, arousal spiking at thought of the Ambassador with them. "Just picture it - that lithe organic frame writhing between us, so curious and willing to learn." Drift continued to grind against Ratchet's servos. "You'll get us both in the brig, get back to my Hub you're overcharged" he huffs out. 

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[in1-nutshell]

I'M SORRY!! But can i request Buddy who's Dratchet's kid ending up in Fearless universe??

At the first moment that they see one another, they are besties.

But what would be the other reactions to them?? At first they don’t say anything about their dimension, dying to know the new one. But after a while they end up opening up and telling them from the adoption to the court problem and what their bio parents did.

What would be the other reaction to this? How is dratchet going to react??

The two human's of the Lost Light finally meet!

Hope you enjoy!

Dratchet's kid meeting Fearless

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Human reader

MTMTE

Fearless was seriously considering asking Brainstorm for a radar to detect where these random interdimensional portals would pop up.

For their sake and for the sake of their now crushed spine.

At least this time they were human.

The new human quickly got off Fearless’s back looking slightly panicked.

Fearless sits up, slightly groaning from the pain in their back. Fearless: “Hey kid, calm down, you’re safe here.” The kid looks around slightly frantic: “Am I on the Lost Light?” Fearless raises their eyebrow: “Yeah? You must be from a universe that also has a Lost Light.” The human looks at them confused: “What do you mean ‘universe’?” Fearless: “Before that, what’s your name? I’m Fearless.” The other human’s eyes widen a bit: “Fearless?” Fearless: “Yeah, not my Earth name. Haven’t used that name in a while. Its more—” The human smiles: “—a nickname that just stuck?” Fearless: “Yeah, I’m assuming that you got one too?” The human nods: “Whirl gave me the nickname Dratchet.” Fearless smiles widely: “Whirl gave you a name too!” Dratchet smiles back. Maybe this wasn’t going to be too bad…

Things were much smoother in explaining the interdimensional portals.

Mainly because Dratchet had been studying portals with Brainstorm a few days ago.

Fearless immediately wanted to show Dratchet around the ship.

Dratchet was bouncing around happily at the proposal wanting to know everything about this universe and how it was different from their own.

Strange enough, it took a while for anyone to notice that there was another human on board.

Mainly because Whirl found out about the new human and insisted carrying the pair in his cockpit.

He also wanted to see how long it would take for someone to notice the human.

It lasted for a good two hours before whirl got bored and decided to give the new human a proper dramatic entrance.

At Swerve’s…

Whirl marches up to the booth where Megatron is. He looks up. Megatron: “Whirl, do you need something?” Whirl: “Yes, the child support.” Megatron: “What?” Whirl pops open his cockpit revealing Fearless and Dratchet, both who smile and wave happily. Whirl: “Say hello to your new kid!” Dratchet looking up at him. Dratchet: “Megs isn’t my dad Whirl. Wrong mechs.” Megatron finally processes that there is a new human. Megatron sighs defeatedly: “A portal?” Fearless: “A portal.”

Surely after that the entire bar moved in to get a look at the new human.

Dratchet was having the time of their life meeting these alternate versions of their family.

Spouting stories from their universe while also listening in on the stories from this universe.

Whirl: “Hey tiny.” Dratchet looks up at Whirl. Dratchet: “Yeah? What’s up?” Whirl: “You mentioned earlier that Megatron here wasn’t your dad. So… how is it?” Dratchet smirks. Dratchet: “Why don’t you guess?” They glance over at Drift and Ratchet before looking back at the crowd. Dratchet: “Any guess? Anyone?” Riptide: “Brainstorm and Perceptor.” Dratchet gives him a look. Dratchet: “No.” Pipes: “Thunderclash and Rodimus.” *Faint sounds of Rodimus puking in the background* Dratchet looks slightly appalled: “What? No! You know what, don’t try and guess--”  Nightbeat: “Ratchet and Drift.” Dratchet: “…” They look over at the pair and shyly wave. Drift was the first to make a move and walks over followed by Ratchet. Drift: “So, you’re our…” Dratchet: “I’m your kid, yeah—” Drift lifts them up and pulls them into a hug turning to Ratchet. Drift: “We have a kid!” Ratchet lets out a soft smile and nods. Tailgate nudges at the detective: “How did you—” Nightbeat: “Their name is a mix of their own. It was obvious.”

After the reveal, Dratchet tells the crew about how they became Drift and Ratchet’s kid and the emotional rollercoaster of what happened when they returned to Earth.

On a day that was supposed to be full of fun, turn to one to decide the future custody of the child.

Drift and Ratchet did tense a bit hearing the tale of the court room.

Of course, Dratchet wasn’t their kid, but they also couldn’t imagine what was going through their counter parts helms when they were in that court room.

The pair had their fair share of parenting with Fearless, but they couldn’t imagine having a kid of their own.

Maybe in the future?

Who knows when you’re traveling on the Lost Light.

Dratchet does make it clear that if their presence does bother the pair to let them know.

It backfires and now Dratchet is spending most of their time with their parents’ alternatives.

It pains the pair to say goodbye to the kid when they have to leave, but they can also imagine the near hysteria their counterparts must been trying to find their kid after a few days.

In Dratchet’s universe…

Dratchet lands on top of a sleeping Rodimus. Rodimus jolts up nearly knocking the human off his chassis. He quickly catches them before they hit the ground. Rodimus: “Dratchet?!” Dratchet smiles as they are pulled into the captains’ chassis. Rodimus: “Where have you been?! We’ve been search all over the ship for you!” Dratchet: “Well there was this—HEY!” Rodimus jumps out of his berth, transforms and starts speeding off while Dratchet was clutching onto their seatbelt for dear life. Dratchet: “RODDY! SLOW DOWN!” Rodimus making several quick turns. He stops in front a familiar habsuite door. He transforms, holding Dratchet in one servo and begins knocking on the door with much urgency. Drift is at the door with a sword in his servo. Drift: “Rodimus! What in Primus’s name are…” He looks at Dratchet in his friend’s servo waving. Dratchet: “Hey Drift.” A small noise creeps from Drift’s voicebox as he drops his sword. Ratchet comes from behind him. Ratchet: “Drift what—Dratchet? Dratchet!” Ratchet reaches over and gets the small human in his servos, holding them close to his chassis. Dratchet tries and gives him the biggest hug they could. Drift: “Where did you find them?” Rodimus shrugs: “They literally fell on my chassis.” Dratchet yawning: “I’ll explain everything after a nap, yeah?” All three mech nod. Rodimus returns to his room as Drift closes the door. Ratchet is look around for any injuries. Dratchet hugs his digit: “I’m fine Ratchet.” The medic huffs as he settles back in the berth. Drift follows closely and places a servo over them. Drift: “You have some explaining to do kiddo.” Dratchet yawns and rest on the pair’s servos. Dratchet: “Later… Sleep now…” And with that all three of them went into a peaceful sleep.

[cozzzynook]

The Lost Light is over Ratchet never died. Ratchet and Drift decide to go on vacation and visit some nearby planets. Rodimus at first is having a hard time he's struggling with depression. Living in Drift and Ratchet's apartment while they're gone. He's unmotivated to do anything. Self-harming and contemplating suicide.

He spends all day on social media watching videos about different things. Which inspire him to take charge of his life. He starts by trying things he sees online. He tries cooking and finds out he's really good at it and enjoys it.

He starts painting and learns about makeup and finds that he really enjoys that. He also finds a therapy group where he sees some familiar faces and some unknown. He's surprised to see Soundwave there and the two of them start talking and hit it off. Soundwave talks about some of the things he's been doing. He knows Rodimus is from Nyon and mentions this music he found from Nyon. Excited he has Soundwave show him and when the music played he started singing along. Soundwave was impressed and talked about the club he was working at and how they needed a singer.

At first, he was nervous and unsure but after talking with a therapist he decided to do it. After all, he wanted to make his own money instead of relying on Drift. The first night he sang the crowd loved him and it was a big hit. He would sing songs from Nyon and songs from other artists who'd died during the war. Then with the help of Soundwave the two of them would start writing their own songs.

It also inspired him to make his own channel where he could teach people Nyon recipes or music. Which got really popular.

He moved out of Ratchet and Drift's apartment. Finding his own little studio which he made into a very safe place for him. Where it was very fun and brightly decorated which he loved.

Slowly over time, he started falling for Soundwave although he was scared about taking that leap and going out with Soundwave, Who was letting him take his time and was always there for him.

Then Drift and Ratchet come back from their long vacation. During that time they'd talked a lot of things over and realized they both liked Rodimus and wanted to be with him.

When they finally come back Rodimus is there to greet them and he looks different. He's happier and just seems brighter in a way. They are surprised to learn he no longer lives in their apartment.

Over the next few days, they visit Rodimus' apartment and are shocked when he cooks for them. Drift notices some crystal flowers and is shocked especially when he reads the message. Rodimus tells them there from Soundwave after they released a new song.

Drift and Ratchet then learn he has begun singing at clubs and small consorts as his music takes off. Drift watching the way Rodmius talks about Soundwave realizes he's in love and that they are too late.

My brain is going so many directions with this idea & i really like it. Thank you so much for sharing.

My heart is always conflicted when it comes to picking soundrod or dratchrod because i like both.

I love when Rodimus has a hard time and contemplates suicide or self harm. To me its in his character to suffer behind closed doors and put on a front for others and believe it until he’s alone and then spirals all over again.

He would have a hard time after things end and nothing can distract him from the horrors of war. The things he’s done and the lives he’s lost and killed.

His home is gone and it can never be returned.

He’s the last of his people and he never thought of having sparklings because he feared messing them up and most bots don’t want to have multiple sparklings to the degree he would have to have to rebuild his people. So he accepts being the last of his people and the reason they die out completely.

He doesn’t talk about it and he keeps the scares he makes on himself hidden.

There’s plenty of times he’s opened his chassis late at night when alone in Drift and Ratchets apartment and opened his spark chamber to grip his spark and end it. His frame and processor always knock him out before he can do it fully and he feels this is a punishment for ruining the life of Nyon and all the mechs he’s killed under his terrible leadership.

So he coasts along not really accepting his fate but too weak to try again since the last one really hurt him. Left him knocked out for days on end and starving.

His colors faded deep reds that look black without light. His optics are dim and his frame is a lot thinner than it used to be.

He lets his datapad run to fill the silence in the early morning and thats how he finds a show that makes his spoiler lift a tad bit.

Its a cooking channel that makes his spark buzz a tad brighter and soon he’s binge watching it. Its what helps him get out of bed and now he’s moving around cleaning their apartment.

His frame is still weak, he’s still not back to his old color and his spark hasn’t felt the same since.

He flashes to memory files of holding his spark out of its core and how he really almost succeeded.

He feels something churn in the pit of his tanks and he hates the way his gestation pouch can be felt and seen now without the extra layers hiding it.

To escape the pain he turns on his datapad and sees an art channel.

He’s remembering how much he once loved art and how good he used to be at carving on his desk and the art pieces he used to make when Nyon still lived.

He’s finding himself leaving the apartment for the first time in three months to get food and art supplies.

The guilt eats at him when he uses Drifts money and he thinks of selling his art so he can pay him back. He knows he can never pay him back in full but he can stop living on his shanix.

For the first time in a long time, Rodimus feels happy as he listens to music and cooks a traditional Nyonian dish that he accidentally uploads to ether space. Before he can take it off bots are watching and asking for more.

None know its him since his frame and paint are drastically different and his face isn’t in it. That actually encourages him to make more since no one knows its him and so he makes another video and another until he has at least ten uploaded and viewers are asking him to show the painting he planned on selling that he created when it was too hard to recharge.

He did so, not showing his face plates of course, only to get a very large sum of money donated to his channel from multiple viewers. He’s so happy he cries, its the first time in over a million years that he’s actually cried happy tears but he did it. He finally did it.

He doesn’t exactly know what to do after that.

He has a processor breakdown that leaves him sitting in the middle of the floor with his food burning to char and that sets him off all over again.

Its two days later that he picks himself up from unbearable low fuel and the putrid smell of burning metal does he clean the kitchen and find a group that specializes in private therapy.

He can’t bring himself to paint or cook, let alone eat even if his frame is begging him to.

He enters the private group and sees faces he knows and just..leaves.

He doesn’t make it far because he drops from starvation.

He wakes up on a fuel drip and a mech sitting besides him he recognizes as Soundwave who puts a servo on his chassis to keep him still.

Turns out he damaged himself more than he knew when he almost succeeded in taking himself out. His spark was permanently damaged as a result and would never be as strong as it used to be. He would be fine but he could never enter battle again or do strenuous activities without multiple breaks. He could say goodbye to long drives where he pushed himself past his limit like every speedster loved doing.

He almost forgot Soundwave was there with him until he felt a digit brush a tear.

“Rodimus: will join Soundwave in a new group. Objections: not an option.”

He should’ve found that pushy and an invasion of his space along with an over step but he..went with it.

Letting Soundwave take him to a fuel cafe where he got the most delicious strawberry energon he later made into a parfait as a gift for Soundwave treating him.

The mech left him blushing at his compliment towards his baking and Rodimus was asking if Soundwave would like to try some of the fuel he makes for the cooking channel he sometimes does.

He didn’t expect the question to come from his dermas or for Soundwave to agree but he does and he finds he enjoys bringing a personal bowl to Soundwave and one for the new group he attends.

He sends an apologetic bowl of fuel to his first group that he ruined and they sent letters hoping for his recovery and a chance to meet if he wanted.

He..found himself shying away from meeting face to face with others but he enjoyed messaging and short calls.

He spent most of his time cooking and making art for his channel while Soundwave sat in the background playing music he liked to create and music he found from Nyon.

His viewers got a glimpse of Soundwave’s lower frame getting close to his one video when he hummed and danced along to an old Nyonian song meant for two. He didn’t mind Soundwave being close since the song encouraged it and he found he didn’t mind resting his helm on Soundwave’s shoulder as he hummed along to it.

His viewers lost their minds thinking the two were married with the natural chemistry between the two but he cleared it up quickly saying they were just acquaintances.

“Rodimus: a friend of Soundwave, not acquaintance,” the musically inclined mech corrected making Rodimus roll his optics and laugh.

He didn’t realize how long he went without laughing until that moment and he later learned how much the sound meant to Soundwave when he heard it added to a new song Soundwave was working on.

The former spymaster gathered multiple songs from Nyon and gifted them to Rodimus. He also made songs with clips of Rodimus humming and used Rodimus’s laugh as his identification for when he would call or message Soundwave.

In return Rodimus offered to teach create a painting for a Soundwave who accepted but asked Rodimus to make it at his home while singing for him.

“Rodimus vocals: a gift Soundwave wishes to relax in.”

The mech had a way of making Rodimus smile and feel warm inside in a way his flames could not.

He agreed, singing old Nyonian lullabies he once sang to sparklings while painting the constellations that once shined above his home past the infectious smog once atop high buildings or on the outskirts of the city.

Soundwave never hid that he recorded Rodimus singing to enjoy for himself and one day he asked Rodimus to sing with his group at a night club he enjoyed playing at.

Rodimus was visibly about to spiral in his nerves so Soundwave proposed Rodimus wear a mask to hide his face plates and sing in the back of the group instead of the front. He was still nervous but agreed liking that much more.

He’d heard about the nightclub being fancy and so he decided since no one would see his face plates it was fine for him to look at the channels he kept to himself.

He started off light since he wasn’t familiar with doing his own makeup yet, only watching on the screen, but he felt it looked nice. He slipped on the simple black sheer dress and met Soundwave at the club.

He wondered if he did something wrong when Soundwave just stared at him for a long time but eventually the mech reached out and handed him a bouquet of flower crystals that he liked from Soundwave’s yard. The mech had a very abundant garden filled with flowers Rodimus loved to smell and touch. He wasn’t a gardening mech but he did enjoy drawing and smelling them. Rodimus mentioned as a passing comment if he should grow his own cyber fruits and vegetables so his food would taste even better.

The night goes fantastic. The crowd loves them and he gets to hold the flowers as a grounding tool as he sings. He brings them back to Drift and Ratchets apartment where he takes off the face mask and smiles, placing the flowers in a vase. He contemplates making Soundwave a treat but decides against it. He sends him a message saying he had fun and a few days later he agrees to come see Soundwave at his home. Wearing a gold waist chain that showed off his gestation tank pouch and curvy waist that melded perfectly into his hips.

He hoped Soundwave didn’t mind his choice to wear derma gloss and some optic shadow. It fit the deep red and almost black tones of his paint job that became his permanent colors after hurting his spark. He found he liked the colors on himself though he does miss his vibrant colors he felt these were more true to who he was now.

He rang the doorbell holding the face mask in his servo and was greeted to Soundwave standing in the doorway with his optic mask on and lower guard off revealing a scarred face plate with his dermas pulled back on one side as a series of scars go from his revealed denta to his audial receptor.

Rodimus had never seen a mech so beautiful.

His spark stuttered a bit making him struggle to vent. The guard Soundwave was holding fell forgotten as he rushed to help Rodimus vent and calm his spark. Rodimus didn’t make the situation worse but he didn’t make it better with how he just stared at Soundwaves face.

He felt the flicker of hesitation in Soundwaves em field before humiliation took hold.

Rodimus didn’t think Soundwave should ever feel ashamed of his face. He made sure to tell him as such.

Touching the unscarred half of soft dermas with gentle digits that shook as he focused his hazy optics on the mech before him.

“You..you look..,” his spark felt heavy as it did light sharing the emotions for Soundwave to see through the wisps of his flames and whispers of his emotive curling beneath Soundwaves plating until it reached his spark.

He always felt too much and too deeply..but to Soundwave he felt..normal.

“Correction: Rodimus, is beauty incarnate.”

“Two things can be true Wavey.”

He doesn’t notice when they slip inside Soundwaves home, all he knows is that he finds comfort laying in the field of flowers with Soundwave beneath the sun. He’d tried returning the mask only for Soundwave to ask him for another night at the club and he can’t find it in himself to say no. He felt the mask resting besides him and the digits of a mech tracing the pattern along his hip plating. So close to his tank yet it didn’t even bother him.

It was the morning after their latest gig at the club while Rodimus was getting ready to record a new dish on his channel when he noticed the large empty dug up space beside Soundwaves garden. He asked the mech what he planned to do with it, when Soundwave stood behind him. Chassis to his back strut, servo resting on either side of him on the table as Rodimus stood comfortably waiting for his answer. Feeling his processor turn to bubbles as he enjoyed Soundwaves touch and presence.

“Purpose: cyber fruit and vegetable garden. Intended for: the spark that I wish to see beating beside me.”

Soundwaves words didn’t fully register to him for a few clicks but when they did he tried to tell Soundwave he deserved better. Someone who wanted to live and didn’t have to find reasons in the form of blogging channels and art. Someone who could give him everything he needed and wanted that didn’t have a spark condition caused by their own servo because they couldn’t handle living anymore.

To his patience Soundwave waited until Rodimus was finished before proving him wrong.

“Rodimus: normal like every mech. Suffered war. Consequence of survival follows all survivors. Soundwave: did not always want to wake either but group and hobbies makes things easier. Makes living better. Rodimus: makes Soundwave living better. Soundwave: wishes Rodimus saw himself as Soundwave sees him. Query: let Soundwave show Rodimus?”

Its hard to think past venting and leaning against the counter when Soundwave basically told him he wanted to spend his life besides him.

Its oddly grounding to let Soundwave rest his helm against his chassis. Feeling the beat of a strong spark so unlike his own against his audial that he finds himself wrapping his arms around him yearning for more. He closes his optics, feeling the ridges of Soundwaves frame against his own and the tentacles that release and wrap loosely around his waist. Those black and purple feelers tickle him lightly to ease his tension and Rodimus finds himself slipping from reality. Lost in the smell of Soundwaves scent of crystal flowers, heavy solvent cleaner and the natural musk that only Soundwave seemed to carry.

He’s whispering yes as he fades and feels his mind slip into a comfortable lull and he allows the former spy master and gladiator to lift him. They settle in Soundwaves berth where he gets lost entirely and welcomes a recharge he didn’t know possible.

At spark he’s awkward and has a hard time bringing up his feelings but the first thing he asks Soundwave when he wakes is if they can stay like this.

“I want to stay like this with you…I’ll give you anything I can to keep you. Whatever food you want, whatever dessert or song I can offer to ease your day. I’ll do it. I don’t really have much to offer but I can try.”

And really he’s never spoken so honestly from the spark that didn’t require him to without the presence of a battlefield.

His answer comes in the form of Soundwave resting his slim digits above Rodimus’ spark and speaking in the deep voice that Rodimus associated safety and happiness with.

“Rodimus: is the offer. An offer: Soundwave wishes to keep for himself forever.”

“Then you have me,” he gazes up, shifting closer, feeling their different sparks harmonize in a way neither have felt before.

They don’t merge sparks or conjunx in this moment. They decide to wait. Properly court the other with the intent to take their time while leaving a scent on the other so none will try intervening. Rodimus doesn’t think anybot will be interested in him til Soundwave points behind them while in the market to the multiple mechs and femmes staring at his aft and hips.

“Shut up,” his embarrassment is met with a smiley face on the purple mechs face plate. He can’t find it in himself to be upset especially when he receives Soundwaves tentacle wrapped around his waist while they continue on.

Not long after Rodimus meets his old friends Arcee and Springer who are extremely shocked by his paint job and new frame. He doesn’t tell them what happened or what he’s been through physically and mentally. Instead he tells them about his channel and they don’t pry. They see how happy he looks, how comfortable he is in silence now and see the bag of paint tubs on his arm.

“I started painting again,” he tells them and they get so excited for him. Asking if he’d like to come back to their apartment and catch up. They admit how much they miss him and don’t want to let time slip by again or go without talking to him in person for so long again.

He agrees because he truly did miss them too and no matter how much they differed in the past they always stuck by each other even when they didn’t understand the others reasoning. So nods a little misty in the optics and sets up a time. He’s about to leave when a feeler lightly tickles him before a tentacle rests below his spoiler.

He can’t help lighting up and feeling his processor become bubbly as he introduces Soundwave to Springer and Arcee. The two are in shock by how the two act towards each other but they roll with the flow. Soundwave is polite in greeting them with a nod and doesn’t do more than listen while Rodimus chats with them a bit more.

Soundwave is carrying the heavier bags and they notice Rodimus is wearing derma gloss and optic shadow. He once wore it during an undercover mission and they remember him saying he liked it but nothing ever cane about it. They were glad to see him doing things he liked and if Soundwave helped him to do them and made him happy, they wouldn’t object.

Especially when they saw how caring Soundwave was with Rodimus when they came to get him. Last they heard he was at Drift and Ratchets apartment but apparently he hadn’t been there for almost a month. They were surprised yet again by how happy they were to know he was at home with Soundwave in a lovely place instead of the cold and lonely apartment that would make Rodimus feel lonely.

“We’ll have him back before ya know gladiator mecha,” Arcee parted as she slung an arm around Rodimus neck with a wink at Soundwave to lightly tease him. The mech was surprised but didn’t reject it and Springer was thinking this could be good after all. Rodimus hadn’t really paid much mind since he didn’t feel any animosity in the air.

He ended up showing his friends the cooking channel he started and made them a traditional Nyonian meal that they devoured in one sitting making him laugh. He showed the art pieces he’d made and they recognized his humming to be the mech who sung at the night club. He admitted that was him but refused to sing. He enjoyed blushing and being nervous in a way that didn’t put him on edge. He felt at home with the two and congratulated them on becoming conjunx.

“Can’t wait to congratulate you and Mr.Cryptic at your conjunx ceremony,” Springer suggested wiggling an optic ridge as he elbowed Rodimus lightly.

“How many sparkling nieces and nephews are we gettin,” Arcee gushed, before going on about how she’s always wanted to be an aunty to Rodimus’s sparklings and how she couldn’t wait to buy all the cute outfits and teach her nieces and nephews a real fight since the boys could never keep up with her.

Rodimus felt his spoiler lower a bit but he brushed it off and asked the two what their plans were and what they’ve been up to. Arcee immediately dove into talking about her fighting studio and Springer actually decided to take up teaching self dense classes. They both traveled for their jobs together but spent most of the time apart so they could have venting room.

He was happy to hear about their travels and it reminded him how much he missed being in the stars and visiting other cultures.

He smiled listening to their stories when he felt himself growing tired. He was about to excuse himself when Arcee wrapped an around him and said she’d walk him back to their little brothers future Conjunx. Arcee was always so ready to make him feel humiliated in a way only a big sister could.

He didn’t realize how late it’d become until he was walking in the dark with Arcee who kept an arm around his neck. He appreciated the comfort but he also knew she was about to ask him something personal.

“Go ahead and ask already. I still don’t like emotional suspense.”

She laughed at that but began speaking anyway.

“Soundwave is really nice to you huh?”

He nodded, he knew thats not where she was going but he waited.

“I can’t see his optics but I can feel him,” he looked towards her waiting, “the way he feels around you is..the way bots in holo stories used to feel. Its like watching two characters get the best ending one can never picture happening in real life. Only, it is…”

He smiled at her before looking ahead seeing the area change to slowly become the large property Soundwave owned.

“What I’m saying is..I want you to enjoy all of it. I have everything I could ever want with Springer..Percy is coming by too with Brainstorm. I know Percy misses you a lot. I’ll make sure to tell him not to be overbearing though. You know how he is with you. Such a carrier,” she snorted making him laugh nodding.

“I..I know how you feel..how you used to feel about sparklings..I mean..and I know by how Soundwave feels around you that he’d give you whatever it is you desire and if you still crave having sparklings like you once did..you should have them..be it adoption or with you tanks..you should allow yourself that happiness. You deserve it. Me, Springer, Percy, even Blurr and Kup when they get back..we won’t let anyone do anything to you just because you’re a tank carrier. Alright, little sweet spark?”

He felt his shoulders shaking and optics fuzzing at Arcee’s words and he hated how small he felt in her arms. He felt like a sparkling needing their older sister all over again and he hated it. But he would never refuse the warm hug she gave him nor how he melted into her arms and cried his fears in the forms of sobs. Too scared to tell her what he’d done and how he might not even be able to have them anymore. How unworthy he felt to have them when he was littered in scars not received from a battlefield with a frame that bore the proof of his failed attempts.

“I don’t care what you’re telling yourself in that processor of yours Roddy. You always have and always will be a good mech, multiple mistakes and all. We all have them. Some just more than others while some can hide them. Point is, don’t hold yourself back. When you’re ready, do whats best, okay?”

He nodded his helmet, unable to form words and eventually, he wiped his face plate and smiled up at her a little.

“You’re so mean ta me,” he slipped, using his accent as she used her own. It made them both laugh and their departure easier with the promise of seeing each other very soon and him telling her to message him when she got home.

“Rodimus: okay?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, preparing a solvent bath, “I’m okay. Did you have fun?”

A nod and Soundwave joined Rodimus in the solvent bath where the smaller mech massaged the old wounds and kinks from the ex-gladiators frame. Soundwave reheated the bath after, gently removing the armor from Rodimus’ protoform. He took off the lower guard for his face plate and raised Rodimus wrists to his dermas where he placed wisp touches along the scars Rodimus bore after war.

This wasn’t the first time Soundwave had done so but every time he did Rodimus felt a part of himself break and reconnect inside.

He both feared and loved how intimate he could be with Soundwave. He’s never been open to such affections beyond quick fragging but he’s happy to say he’s fine with anything as long as its with Soundwave.

A few months past and Rodimus finds himself going back to Drift and Ratchets apartment to clean and welcome them home with Perceptor on his heels and Soundwave out with his friends enjoying a music festival.

After reuniting with Blurr, Kup, Brainstorm and Perceptor, Rodimus found his circle of friends growing again and he was happy with it. Of course, Perceptor was the one to pull him aside and carrier him asking about his loss of weight and paint change. Rodimus was never good at lying to Perceptor or any of the wreckers really, but especially Kup and Perceptor. Kup knew he’d hear everything from Percy and Percy wasn’t leaving until he got answers.

It was…painful, sharing what he’d done to himself to another beside Soundwave. He expected scolding, frustration, even anger or told he was illogical. He wasn’t expecting a frame hug that popped his plating out of place and tears.

Perceptor understood the best he could and wouldn’t let Rodimus out of his sight or arms after. It wasn’t too questionable when they came back to the group hours later but it was a noticeable question in the air that the others didn’t bring up thankfully.

Later that day Kup came by with Percy to bear hug his popped plating back into place and he felt guilt for making the old mech shed a tear but Kup told him not to.

“Bots have fights all time..sometimes…its with themselves. When you have a fight with yourself next time lil one, we’ll be there to have your back. Okay?”

It meant more than he thought possible and he finally felt his world fully shifting into place. And with the arrival of Drift and Ratchet finally returning he was happy to have it come full circle as he greeted the two along with Percy who stayed further back so the three could greet each other.

Rodimus wasn’t surprised when Drift hugged him since the mech was a real hug creature at spark, he was startled when Ratchet hugged him but he did hug the mech back.

“Welcome back guys. I hope you enjoyed your vacation,” he smiled leading them to the kitchen that smelled like utopia. The two were practically drooling at the mouth smelling Rodimus’ food and Perceptor was already eating his own plate at a distance after waving at the two.

“Roddy? Where did you learn to cook like this?”

“I got into a cooking channel that turned into me starting my own,” he smiled. He nodded to Percy who stood there for a while before hugging him and telling him to message him when he was heading home.

“I’m fine Percy, I can walk back home. Its not that far,” he laughed.

Perceptor just looked at him with a smile and nuzzled his helmet repeating himself. “If you need me I’ll be with Brainstorm at the collectors show. Mech needs to be taught how to appreciate good quality instead the things he brings home.”

“You guys foreplay is still so weird to me,” Rodimus laughed being a little slag before giving Percy a kiss to the side of his face plate and pushing him out the door.

When he came back Ratchet and Drift were looking so confused and mildly hurt?, so Rodimus quickly cleared the air.

“Percy has always been such a carrier ever since he met me. You probably didn’t see it on the ship but he’s basically my carrier. He even got it documented legally,” Rodimus laughed.

“Him and Brainstorm are conjunx. Oh he say’s hi and welcome back and so Arcee, Kup, Springer and Blurr. They’ll come see you guys later when they have time,” Rodimus smiled cleaning up the last of the dishes.

The two quickly understood about Percy because him and Brainstorm did have something going on while on the Lost light and he was a bit of a hover when he was near Rodimus which was actually quite a bit now that they thought about it. It made sense Rodimus was Percy’s bitlet but they were confused about one thing in particular.

“Hey Roddy? What did he mean by message him when you get home?”

“Oh! Sorry about that! I meant to tell you guys but I didn’t wanna disrupt your vacation and I was so busy making sure it was clean for you when got back. I moved out a while ago, it hasn’t been long but long enough to make sure it wasn’t too dusty for when you came back. Oh and it’ll never be close to repaying you but I left a little something for you guys.”

Rodimus went over to the drawer and pulled out an envelope handing it to the shocked couple.

“I wanted to pay you back. I’ll never be able to pay you back in full but..I wanted to try,” Rodimus smiled shrugging his shoulders.

Inside was a nice amount of money one didn’t just come by in a few months of hard work.

“Kid, how did you get all this?”

Ratchet looked like he’d blown a gasket and it made Rodimus laugh.

“I’m really good at drawing and painting and so I started an art channel and people donated money and paid for my paintings.”

Rodimus went back to the counter to fix the crystal flowers he’d left. They still looked as beautiful as ever and it made him feel bubbly in the processor all over until he was pulled from his thoughts.

“Ya take up gardening too kid?”

Ratchet was smirking when he said and Drift was looking shocked still.

“Kid ya didn’t have to move out ya know? We like having ya around.”

His smile was gentle and it made Rodimus spoiler flicker.

“I..really..thank you Ratchet, that means a lot to me.”

“Oh, no I don’t garden plants..I kill them actually,” the pout on his face was beautiful but the next emotion was a jump of his spoiler and he looked excited.

“These came from Soundwave actually! He gifted them to me at our first gig at a nightclub. He says hi too but he’s at a music festival with his friends right now.”

They’d never seen Rodimus’s spoilers express so much feeling and it left them with a growing ache in the chassis.

“But I’m really good at gardening food. For some reason I kill plants but the crystal fruit and veggies I planted at home are thriving,” he shrugged. “I definitely want you guys to come by and taste em when you can. I think you’ll really like my strawberry crystals Ratch, they’re nice and sweet just how ya like. Drift I planted some melon and grapefruit crystals too. I can get em less sweet since you don’t really like that.”

“Woah, slow down Roddy…you said at home..with Soundwave?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah,” Rodimus blushed looking to the side. “We um..we’re..Soundwave is..” his spark left off a little wave of love and the two felt it.

“Sorry! Sorry. I still can’t control that,” he bashfully chuckled, rubbing at his chassis above his spark making Ratchet slip into medic mode.

He was on rodimus before the other could tell him he was fine.

“Wait, Ratch. I’m fine promise. My doc already knows and I take meds for it. It was just from excitement.”

Ratchet wasn’t at all happy with hearing Rodimus developed a spark condition while they were away and Drift was about to worry himself out of his frame plating with how jittery he looked standing behind him about to help Ratchet open his chassis right where they stood.

“Kid,” Ratchet was putting on his medical scanner over his optic and reading Rodimus’s vitals before coming to a stop when he saw the diagnosis.

“Don’t.”

He stepped back from both of them.

“Just..tell him when I leave okay?”

His spoiler fell and he wrapped an arm around his waist. They could see how much weight he lost and they were obvious to his paint change. Its just now Ratchet knew why and soon Drift would too.

“I’m fine now. I promise.”

He turned his helm looking towards the door when Ratchet pulled him into a hug.

“Kid. Please..don’t ever..don’t..don’t do that again. Please?”

“What the frag is going on?”

Drift was panicking and Roddy hated to see his friend panic like that.

“I’m not dying! I just, did something in the past..I’m okay now.”

Roddy left Ratchets hug and hugged Drift who squeezed him tight. When he felt the hug loosen before becoming almost unbearable he knew Ratchet shared his diagnosis.

“I’m fine now. Promise.”

He smiled a little.

“Its you guys welcome home celebration. Probably shouldn’t be worrying about this when we should be celebrating hm?”

They were extremely reluctant but allowed Rodimus to pour them and himself a glass of high grade, though they noticed he didn’t pour much into his own.

“I’m glad you guys made it back safe. I missed you both. So tell me, what all did you do on your vacation? Please don’t tell me the frag stories I’m traumatized enough from Brainstorm telling me his and Percy’s,” he informed breaking the tension making the two laugh.

He smiled listening intently at every story told and before he knew it, it was getting really late and he was yawning into his servo.

“I’m really glad you guys had so much fun. I can’t wait till next month.”

“Next month?”

“Yeah! Me and Soundwave are going off world. I miss going into space so he got us a nice lil ship to travel to a sister planet. It won’t be for long but I’m so excited.”

The two noticed the way his optics glazed and his spoiler lifted to full tilt. The way his spark hummed a little louder and his smile was brighter. The way his servos came to his waist as if expecting another to be waiting right there for him. The gestation pouch on his tanks that they never saw before. How light his laughter grew and how calm his shoulders looked.

It hurt as much as he looked beautiful.

What ifs ran through their processor as the night came to a close and a knock sounded on their door. Rodimus got up to answer with a sway in his step that didn’t feel sexual at all. He was comfortable with a processor that was floating in a way all too familiar to the stories one read in books.

“Hi Soundwave. Back from the festival already?”

“Soundwave: had fun. Purpose: to greet Rodimus friends and ensure safety.”

They saw the way Soundwave handled Rodimus and the way his tentacles looped around his waist resting comfortably around him. The way Rodimus melted into Soundwave and almost forgot his surroundings told them everything they feared.

“I hope to see you guys soon. Message me when you want to meet up after settling back home again? If ya need I’ll be more than happy to come back and cook. I don’t want Drift burning the apartment down,” Rodimus laughed.

He came over to give them one final hug before parting with a wave and Soundwave nodding at them.

“Rodimus: enjoy welcome party?”

“It was fun,” they heard him say as they disappeared behind the complex’s door.

Leaving them to stand in the doorway with sparks aching and optics longing.

“We were too late Ratty…”

“It seems that way kid…”

Ratchets sigh wasn’t enough to hide his disappointment and sadness.

“It seems that way.”

Back in their home Rodimus laid in their nest where he made a little extra space that gave him and Soundwave more room.

The room was dark save for his blue optics and spark that ignited the space and four purple optics that gazed so softly at him accompanied by a purple spark that he thought the world of.

He was so happy he failed all those many months ago.

If he hadn’t, he would be missing out the most beautiful mech with the most beautiful spark in existence.

It’s something he never plans to miss out on.

[cyberrose2001]

Updated: 29th September 2024

At the moment, I won’t be doing them in any specific order. If I can’t find motivation for a fic, then I’ll move on to another and leave it for later.

If one of the fics listed below is bolded, that means I am currently writing it

1. TFRID15 or TFA Grimlock (??) x Reader (baby dino grimlock, GN reader, human reader, platonic, sfw)

2. TFP Soundwave & Shockwave x Reader (general headcanons, femme reader, cybertronian reader, nsfw)

3. TFP Optimus x Reader (rescuing reader from megatron, smut ending, human, fem, afab, nsfw)

4. TFP Darksteel, Skylynx, Predaking x Reader (threesome turned foursome, fem, cybertronian, nsfw)

5. TFP Synth-En Optimus x Reader (flirting, human, fem, perhaps nsfw)

6. MTMTE Dratchet x Reader (breeding kink, rut cycles, human, afab, nsfw)

7. RB Heatwave x Reader (human, fem, afab, nsfw)

8. TFP Synth-En Wheeljack x Reader (breeding kink, human, afab, nsfw)

9. TF One D-16/Megatron x Reader (size difference, cybertronian, gn reader, nsfw or sfw)

10. TF One Bee x Reader (human, fem, fluff/suggestive)

11. TFP Megatron x Reader (breeding kink, human, afab, nsfw)

12. TF One or TFA Sentinel Prime x Reader (multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, breeding, cybertronian, afab, nsfw)

13. MTMTE Whirl x Reader (filthy smut, human reader, afab, nsfw)

15. TFP Starscream x Reader (tit sucking/nursing, human, fem, afab, nsfw)

14. MTMTE Prowl x Reader (quality time, relaxing, human, fem, sfw or nsfw)

16. TFP OptiRatch x Reader (praise kink, breeding, human, ftm, nsfw)

[mskenway97]

WIP Page

Pending works (my works):

Analysis G/T Transformers Dark of the Moon (2011)

First Contact Au Human goes to Cybertron

Curious Cat ROTB Mirage x !Fem!Human!Reader (2/3)

bot x human cat play (g/t fearplay, maybe valvelplug or vore)

ROTB Optimus x OC (Luize) tale of robot and human (2/15)

Bayverse Optimus x fem!human!reader (valveplug)

bot x human (episode sakura)

tfp megatron x human!reader (human pet)

Tfp soundwave x human!reader meformers (1/?)

Tf one megop (d16 and orion pax) x human!reader merfomers

In work:

TFP!Starscream x Cybertronian!Reader (fluff)

Pending Request (Asks):

Merformers Optimus x reader

Tf energon decepticons x gn! Human!reader

Yandere Mtmte dratchet x gn!human!reader

Yandere Velocity and Nautica x gn!human!reader

Bayverse Ironhide x gn!human!reader (valveplug)

[tarnishedspark]

a-all of them? okay I'm gonna have to put a read more on this bc the list is fecking Long. no really. there's 80. I am not good at finishing things.

and yeah they're the filenames not the fic titles. that are so incredibly helpful that I have to pair them with a description in my spreadsheet. yeah I have a spreadsheet. we're in that level of wip hell.

In no particular order:

first time - soundwave x starscream

sign the fucking treaty

idw soundwave x starscream

claim

nesting instincts

The Duly Appointed Enforcer of Megatron's Bedchamber

masochist starscream

shockwave stays

seekers

grounded

parenting - starscream x soundwave (prime)

swindle-soundwave

Silence

Lab protocols

shattered glass starscream

last bots in the universe

shattered glass wavewave adjacent

one insecticon

decepticon boyfriends club

wavewave

canon compliant - transformers prime soundwave/megatron

alpha zero

transformers prime fanfic

soundstar extras

Emotional jetlag

agressive wavewave

shift change

making a name for yourself

soundwave x reader

soundstar bonding

Fit for a king

spotlight: megatron redux

unconventional resurrection

jazz prowl fic

tarn x megatron

room assignment

megamags

Deadlock on the hunt

Deadlock's litter

only Soundwave remains

sparklings end the war

megatron-optimus

megastar

tfp au where orion pax never became prime

Armada screamer in post-IDW world

Titan's Will

flying without wings

transformers eclipsewing fic

bayverse rumble and frenzy fic

transformers rodimus fanfic

tarn asmr

ooos better ending movie - v2

I don't care what they say

added to the archive

shockdad

fall

starscream's fantasies

kobd

tarnma

sparkeater skywarp

skyfire spark eggs

tfp skyfire

comic appearance

mirage/skywarp

skywarp/prowl nonsense

wing biting

Gladiator Hours

sunstorm x optimus

torture kink

flat fuck friday

movie night

mech suit skywarp

the better skywave

bayverse skyfire

stomping grounds

shockwave-soundwave-starscream

deep cover

megop spakling time

trine eggpreg

dratchet rodimus

Ask about any of them, there is.. quite a range!

spot the one (1) that isn't transformers lol uhh tags.. anyone else who wants to reblog and play, feel free

wip title tag game [I got tagged]

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! [Link to the previous tags]

@fiber-optic-alligator Thank you for the tag, this looks fun :D I'll be sending an ask about 'Lost and Found', the plot sounds so cute. I welcome anyone to ask about the WIPs I've got.

My WIP names: 1. The Take Over AU - g/t 2. Little Islands - Story Revisited (Draft 7) - g/t 3. Cinnabar One Way / Zonal - TFP 4. War AU 5. Desert Survival With Starscream / Know the Dunes - G1 6. Polar Inquiry - G1 7. Reverse First Contact AU Notes 8. Forgotten Habitat 9. 5 Years of Kindness 10. Soot Water - Sky Bound EU 11. Nuclear war 12. Delphi

I don't organise my WIPs very well. I've written story drafts in the notes app and written the notes of other stories inside of unrelated WIPs whenever ideas come to mind, oof. But hay, I am curious about what others might be working on. And interested in sending asks your way! Mutuals: @steelthroat @topaz616 @cryingline @soothedcerberus @theinkwaygame

It's alright if you don't really have any WIPs, if you don't mind asks about the ideas that aren't quite WIPs and you're interested in sharing that'll be fun. Others are welcome to reblog and join the tag game.

[jazz-miester]

Holding hands. Ya know. Like normal bots.

Pairing: Ratchet x Bot!Reader x Drift

Song: Sunlight- Hozier

Warnings: None. Just fluff.

An: Y'all for the life of me I can't find a while lot of content for this. So I'm doing it myself. I love these two so much. (I also may rewrite this. I'm not completely happy with how it turned out but I do hope you all enjoy!)

(Bot reader is also gender neutral. Forgot to put that!)

They both noticed them at the same time. A soft smile pressed against a face that looked like it was plucked from an artist's canvas. Their optics were bright as they laughed. Their friends joining in with the harmonious music.

Their hands gestured almost wildly. Dancing through the air whilst they told their story. As they finish they come to a standstill, their fingers pressing against their cheek as they took a listening ear. Helm tilted to the side as they did so.

Drift has only seen them a few times here and there. And only when Rodimus was around. Y/n was one of the few bots that could stand Rodimus's more outlandish ideas of fun.

With a drink pressed to what he could only call sinful lips. He didn't have to point them out for Ratchet to notice either. Didn't have to speak a word.

"I've only seen them once for a check up. Haven't seen them since." Oh if he believed in any type of god it would be them. After they left he wouldn't see them again unless they needed him. It was a large ship and only seeing someone once in a blue moon wasn't an uncommon occurrence.

Their laughter carried over to the table they were sitting at. Drift seemed to glow as he placed a servo over Ratchets. The medic hardly sparing a glance as he gripped Drifts servos just a bit tighter.

"Ratty."

"No." Drift chuckled as he watched his Conjunx's optics follow the bot they were watching leave. All curves. Their frame moved languidly. Like water flowing through a stream. Calming but promises of disaster whispering on the edges. Hips swing while they walk. Punctuated by the lines on thier thighs.

Something neither of them would mind holding deep into the night.

"C'mon. Just a little talk. We both know we like them. What could it hurt?" Ratchet took a drink and set the empty glass far in front of himself.

"Drift. What of they don't want to be with either of us?" Drift arched a brow and snickered. Then began laughing. Shoulders shaking as disbelief went through him.

"Really Ratchet? That's what worries you. Rejection." He pressed a kiss to Ratchets servo. "If that was the case I would have never been with you. You deserve more than an ex-con. More than what I can currently give you." Ratchet shook his helm.

"Not this again." Drift grined.

"I'll go on until I've ran out of breath and you know that." Ratchet stared at him. Deadpan as he told Drift.

"We're cybertronian. Not human. We don't breath." And with that Drift threw his hands in the air.

"Not only have you missed my point, but they've gotten away."

"Drift-"

"Ratty?" Drift wiggled in his seat, giving Ratchet a "look" as the Doctor was prone to saying.

All Drift knew was that it made Ratchet soften and cave in. Useful when he tried to get the mech to rest.

"I. Fine." Ratchet drank then stole the rest of Drifts drink. Something something on the beach. "Stop giving me that look you've one."

"Ye-" Ratchet cut Drift off.

"Under the condition that we get to know them first. Outside of Rodimus and Doctors visits." Drift nodded his helm rapidly. Excited that they got to meet this new bot.

To get the possibility to add to his little family.

It wasn't to long after that Ratchet got to talk to them. Not even a full week later they were in the med bay.

"A twisted arm and. Primus how did you even manage that?" He glanced up at the bot in front of them. Their frame darkly colored, bright pink energon smeared all over their tapered waist. They had the decency to look ashamed.

"In my defense Rodimus told me I couldn't do it." Y/n shrugged their shoulders. "I did it but got a spike in the side. And rolled. And well." They vaguely gestured at their twisted arm.

"And here I thought you were one of the sensible ones." Ratchet went straight to work. The words muttered under his breath as he Dulled pain receptors and twisted metal back into shape and fixing pierced armour.

He was answered by a flushed faceplate and stuttering fans.

They spent another week together in the med bay. Where he learned they got just as twitchy as Drift when he had to sit still for too long. In truth they were ready to leave two days ago.

But he liked the way they got flustered over small touches. Was it an abuse if his power? Probably. Did he care? Frag no.

And it was nice seeing them fit so easily with Drift. They listened to him aptly. Optics wide as he taught them all he knew about meditation, crystals, and his time with the Circle of Light.

And here the three of them were. Y/n's helm was facing Drift, who was sitting next to them. Ratchet was between their legs, thick fingers prodding along their neck. He could feel their pulse quickening as he checked for any residual soreness.

"Everything ok Ratchet?" They asked. Wide eyes peering up at him. Ratchet hummed in response.

"Seems to be." He pointed a finger at them. "And if you come back in this medbay because you got hurt by another stunt like that one I will reformat you into a toaster." Y/n chuckled and nodded their helm. Ratchet softened a bit at that smile. And it seems so did Drift.

Drift looked over at Ratchet. Then sent him a message through their private com link.

:Can we ask them now?:

:No.: Ratchet left from in front of Y/n and began making the last of his notes on their chart.

:C'mon Ratty! Them coming into the medbay like this got the both of us to know them together! It's a perfect opportunity!: Ratchets hands found a place on his hips as he turned to glare at his conjux.

: No. Not yet.: Drift sighed.

:The worst thing that could happen is a no.:

Y/n glanced between the two of them. Clearly they were arguing about something.

"Should. Should I leave?" They were already partway off of the berth before Drift stopped them. A hand splaying across thier chest. He could feel thier spark fluttering deep inside.

"Would you like to go get drinks with as down at Swerves?" Y/n was taken back a moment so he quickly added. "As friends of course. I'd like to think we've all gotten a little closer together. Right?"

Y/n felt their tanks turn as nervousness took over them. It is true they all got to know each other a little bit more. And they have spoken to Drift a few times before this. Being friends with Rodimus allotted time for that. And Drift has been nothing but nice to them.

Out of the corner of their optic they could see Ratchet fidgeting with a rag trying to seem busy. Something told them that this was more that just friends going out to drink.

"Ya. I'd love that." They smiled at him. "What time? I think Swerve was gonna hold a movie tonight as well. We could go watch that?" Drift grinned. Fanged teeth just catching on his bottom lip.

"Sounds perfect."

And that's exactly what they did. Again and again. Whenever all three of them had time off, which was difficult because of Ratchets odd hours, they would get together.

And at the same time it hurt y/n. The two of them were perfect together. It made them wonder why they wanted to hang out with them. They were nothing special. Didn't have any high rankings or noticable achievements during or after the war. So when the feelings started they almost quick hanging out the the couple all together.

Ratchet and Drift never made them feel like a third wheel. Hardly. They included them in everything. It was confusing. New territory to explore and yet.

"Y/n? You there Glow Bug?" Y/n groaned at the nickname. They got it after Drift began teasing them over how brightly thier faceplates began everytime it flushed out of emberasement or nervousness. Y/n wondered if he knew it was because of him and Ratchet.

"Huh? Oh ya. Sorry. Just got lost in thought for a moment." Ratchets fingers ghosted over their faceplates. Sure enough they began to flush once more.

"Are you getting sick? I told you to come in a while ago." They shook their helm.

"No. No I'm not. I." Should they asked? They don't want to ruin the friendship that they have with them. Ratchet and Drift were the closest friends they had next to Rodimus.

They took a long sip of their drink.

"Is everything ok Glowbug?" Drift tilted his helm. "You are looking a little warm there. To much to drink?"

"M'fine. Honestly." They felt Ratchets arm come to rest on the seat behind him as the older mech sat back in his seat. His thumb brushed the nape of their neck sending shivers down their spine.

All of this was confusing. Y/n was having trouble distinguishing platonic touch and a more intimate touch. Never having really been able to get a deeper relationship with anybody other than friends.

Honestly. Why would Ratchet or Drift want them. Y/n felt Drifts knee press against their own as he reached over to pour more enjex into Ratchets and their glass. The bright pink liquid swirling as the glass filled.

It was quite between them for a moment. The other patrons of the bar talking around them.

Confusion was swirling through their though thoughts. One moment Drift an Ratchet were acting like friends and the next they were flirting. Touches that were anything but casual. Given the chance they would loved to be in a relationship with them but realistically. Do they really deserve that? They wouldn't want to ruin anything that the two already have. And they cherish their friendship. It's just.

"Ok. Now I know something is wrong. You never this lost in thought." Drift placed his servo over theirs. His thumb brushes over their knuckles. Y/n wasn't small by any means but even still, it looked like his hand engulfed theirs.

"Why?" Y/n said at last. Their voice a little to this side of shaking for their liking.

"Why what, Glowbug?" Drift asked. His hand never leaving theirs.

"Why are you guys doing this?" The two drew theirs hands back almost comically fast.

The two began making faces at one another. Something they've come to learn was them speaking over their coms or through their bond.

Ratchets shoulders shrugged downwards as if pulled by a great weight. Drift looked everywhere but them.

"It wasn't our intention to make you feel uncomfortable." Ratchet pulled away from them as did Drift.

It left an ache in their spark.

"If we made you feel forced to do anything we apologize. Sincerely." Drift looked back and them. His mouth opened and closed. "I know I'm an ex con but. Anything anyone's told you more than likely isn't true."

Y/n snort laughed. Drifts faced was almost comical. Confusion painted all over.

"That's. That's hardly it at all. I meant. Why are you guys being so nice?" They gripped their drink tightly. "I mean. I love our friendship. Really I do. It's the closest I've gotten to any one but. Some stuff. A lot of stuff is new to me." Ratchets hand rested onto their shoulder.

"And?"

"And I don't understand. I don't want to ruin what we have. At all. But. Something is telling me you want to be more. More than just friends." Drift smiled softly. His thumb brushing the rim of his drink.

"Ya. Both me and Ratchet." He made a point to mention the medic. "We both like you. A lot. And we did want to get to know you as a friend. Mostly. But we didn't want to." He nodded his helm side to side. "We didn't want to proposition you for anything you didn't want to do. Honestly. We were waiting for you to say something first. With me being third of command and Ratchet being cmo."

Y/n hesitated. Here they were. They knew the solid truth now. And truly. They would live to be with them. But.

"You've never been in a relationship before. Have you?" Ratchet asked. His voice low and soft as to not seem like he was making fun.

"I." They sighed. "No. I haven't. I wasn't ever able to but. I'd like to. With both of you." They drew in bit on themselves. Then smiled. "I couldn't think of anyone better than to be in a relationship with. It's just. I have absolutely no idea how any of this works."

Drift laughed. His shoulders shaking.

"Ratty! They said-" Ratchet cut them off.

"I know what they said." He looked back at y/n. "You would have us?"

"I'm pretty sure I already said yes. Unless your so old we need to have First Aid check your hearing." Ratchet laughed and snarked back at them.

"I'm not so old that I wouldn't be able to hear you calling my name." He waited for a moment for it to sink in. Muttered directly into their audio receptor.

"Oh." Faceplates grew with heat. Glowbug indeed.

Drift took pity on them.

"I'll tell you what y/n. We'll start here." He grabbed ahold of one of their hands. Then reached over to do the same to Ratchet. "Holding hands. Ya know. Like normal bots."

[brainstorm-love-bot]

may i request ratchet + drift x reader on a lazy day? there's nothing urgent to do and everyone's relaxing and you have a chance to be cuddly and soft ....

MY HEART AT THIS REQUEST. ANON YOU FUCKIN GENUIS.

You let out a content sigh, laying your head or just your body in this case on Drift‘s chassis. There wasn’t anything to do. Well, that’s a lie. There’s plenty of things to do on the Lost Light. You were just too lazy to go do them. You were perfectly content laying on your boyfriend’s (?) chassis. You’d go bug Ratchet later. He needs to spend a lazy day with both of you.

“You look tired. You can head to sleep if you want.” Drift said, looking down at you. You swear he is a mind reader. He knows a lot of your emotions a lot of the time and what you’re thinking. But really, he just pays attention to your body language. It’s incredible how much he pays attention to you.

You shook your head as a form of no. “Nah. I’m fine. You’re just…really comfy.” You yawned, not really caring if it sounded weird or not. Drift wouldn’t even find it weird in the first place. He’s finding it pretty endearing actually. You made a small moan feeling his digit rub your back. It felt amazing. How was it so gentle? You pondered. After a minute, you decided not to make your head hurt wrapping around the things Drift can and can’t do.

After a few seconds, the door to Drift’s quarter’s opened. Speak of the devil, it was Ratchet.

“Drift, where have you been?”

“Relaxing?”

“Ooh, must be nice. I need your help with something.”

Ratchet’s sarcasm was pretty normal. But him asking Drift for help? Is he okay? You wondered. But it did make you feel a little happy that Ratchet was asking for his help in particular—fuck, just anyone’s help.

“It can’t wait? Come on, Ratch. Don’t you wanna join us?” Drift grinned, putting his arm behind his helm. That grin of his could make you and Ratchet weak. There was no getting out of this one. Nope, absolutely not.

Ratchet rubbed his face with his servos, shaking his helm. “You’re unbelievable.” He muttered. Drift and you were an unpredictable pair. One second you two are telling Rodimus why it’s not a good idea to put super glue on Magnus’ chair in his office, the next second you’re causing trouble yourselves.

You had to smile when Ratchet climbed in with you two. You went over to climb onto his chassis.

“Hello, Dear.”

“It’s weird to see your relaxing.”

“Haha, funny.”

“I know. I’m very funny.”

“To an extent My love, to an extent.”

You chuckled and laid your body on his chassis. It didn’t take you long to fall fast asleep. Lord knows you needed that.

“They’re asleep.” Drift pointed out, stroking your hair. He stopped seeing you squirm. He wouldn’t dare to wake you. You’re not the best when you’re woken up.

“Figure that on your own, Captain Obvious?”

“Did you?”

“No.”

“I love you, you know that?”

“I do and well, I love you too.”

[bellaroonie-writes]

could i have some sweet and fluffy dratchet perhaps? 👉👈

I legitimately suck at writing them and my brain isn't processing shit rn so this turned into dratchet x reader💀

Also i've been meaning to write dratchet x reader bc holy fuck.

Maybe we need you.

Dratchet x Reader

I used female pronouns here but they are easy enough to change!

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You sat at the bar as people spoke and music played.

This was supposed to be a happy place but all you could think about was how lonely you were.

The need to be in a relationship was there but the fear of getting hurt was overbearing. You had been put through hell while with the DJD.

You and your siblings were like any group of average humans and you kind of wanted it to stay that way but no. Whatever controled fate had something else in mind. They fucked you all up and turned you into Cybertronians. They even went as far as to hurt your nephew as well.

You scanned the room and your eyes landed on your brother and his fiance, a beautiful, young couple, who had an incredibly smart and beautiful son and were expecting again. Next to them sat the eldest of you and your siblings, your sister. A beautiful young woman who seemed to have it all figured out sat next to her boyfriend. An incredibly smart couple who seemed to be a match made in heaven. All seemed to be normal for them even though they were nothing but normal.

You went back to scanning the room and your eyes landed on Drift and Ratchet, I relatively new relationship but they also seemed to be a match made in heaven.

You always had feelings for them, not that you'd say anything. They were already together, and happy at that. You smiled gently as Drift looked over you. He began to wave you over and you gently declinded.

When you turned back to look at Drift you were surprised as the red and white mech was already more than halfway across the room. You could've sworn you had only looked at Swerve for a split second.

"Goddamn he moves quick."

You shot up to your feet and began to move to the other side of the bar as Drift got closer. You knew he wasn't gonna drop the topic that easily. You paniced as you jumped from the bar to a table and then shot over to where your siblings were.

They smiled as you arrived but quickly gave you a questioning glance as you slid under the table.

Drift quickly approached and stopped at the table you were at.

"Did you see where that crazy thing slipped off to?"

You could hear your brother choking back a laugh as Drift asked him that question. You could hear Drift leaving after a few minutes and thats when you decided to book it out of the loud room.

Darting down the massive halls you had to weave in and out of mechs legs and you had to make sure you didn't get stepped on but soon enough you made it to your habsuite. Punching in the code you made it inside just before Whirl came sliding around the corner to bother you.

You smiled as you flopped into your bed. Roling onto your back you whipped out your phone to see a missed call from Ratchet, and then three from Drift.

You chuckled remembering what you had just done and plugged your phone in. You walked towards your dresser and began to rummage through the drawers with little regard for what fell out and hit the floor.

A ping from your phone caught your attention and as you moved closer you realized who it was. It was Drift, of course it was.

"We're coming."

You threw on a pair of pajamas and flopped into bed just in time as the door opened.

"See I told you, she's asleep. Now lets go."

"I highly doubt that she's actually asleep Ratch. Even if she is, i'm gonna wake her up."

You began to panic into your pillow as you heard Drift approach. Your heartrate shot through the roof as Drift poked your back and Ratchet began to reprimand him.

You rolled over eventually and groaned when Drift smiled like a child on Christmas.

"We wanna talk to you about something important."

You groaned again asking if it could wait till morning. When you were scooped up out of bed you took it as a no.

You sat up in Drifts palm trying to readjust your eyes to the bright lights of the ship.

When you finally arrived at the shared room you fell back on Drifts hands.

"What did you want to talk about? Make it quick bc i'm about to passout."

Drift smiled down at you and Ratchet say down on the berth next to you.

Smiling up at him you noticed how hard he seemed to be focusing on you.

"We wanted to talk about your feelings."

The sentence shot a wave of fear uo your spine. Had they found out somehow? Had you told them some drunken night you don't remember.

"As you know Ratchet and I are sparked but, we have been debating adding a third person into our relationship."

"That third person being you" Ratchet interrupted.

You looked between the two a few times, searching for some proof of a lie hidden in their eyes. When you didn't find anything you looked down at your hands which was playing with your shirt.

"If you're not comfortable with the idea we understand though! You've been through a lot and we understand if your not ready to love another person, or two."

You finally looked back up at both of them with a smile.

"I think I'm ready."

At that simple sentence Drift was beaming and Ratchet might as well have been to.

Drift grabbed you and gave you a light peck on your forehead before gently tucking you underneath his chin, Ratchet laying down next to the red and white mech and placing a hand over your torso and pressing a kiss to his lovers cheek plate.

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HOLY HELL THIS WAS LONG AND SO WEIRD.

I'm praying this made sense and honestly it was so much fun to write about thank you for this ask again.

I love you all lots and you're all incredibly smart and valid. Have a great day or night my dears!

[my-writings-and-musings]

MTMTE Headcannon Prompt

Sharing a Berth

Part One: Here!

Part Two: Here!

Part Three: Here!

Part Four: You're Here!

Part Five: Here!

This particular batch will focus on couples! If you'd like to see any of these bots individual headcannons though, feel free to drop a request in my inbox!

Drift/Ratchet

·These two haven't been together very long, but when their sudden connection to you grows to an intensity they can no longer ignore, it's not that hard for them to decide they both want to try a relationship of three.

·Thrilled by the offer, you agree to start things slow for all of your sakes, and sharing a berth is one of the chosen methods of couple bonding.

·Physics force you all to think long and hard about how you'll make it happen, because Ratchet's concern as a medic and Drift's desire for mutual harmony won't be satisfied unless you're safe and comfortable, but thankfully a solution isn't too difficult between three determined minds.

·As they both occasionally have to leave at odd hours, the chosen method of shared sleeping arrangement is adding a small "attachment" to their berth for you to sleep in, which acts essentially as a tiny bed with barriers so you don't have to worry about falling off or being smushed.

·But don't think the slightly seperate sleeping space will prevent any kind of affection, you'll absolutely be cuddling both of these bots every night, and if you fall asleep first they'll gently lay you in your little space and tuck you in.

·Ratchet is more a fan of reserved affection and that counts double if he's had a long day, so having you on his chest or shoulder while the two of you do some quiet reading is one of his ideal evenings, plus a gentle nuzzle against his chevron will have him absolutely melting into you.

·Drift is more of an active cuddler and talker when he settles in for the evening, as he wants to hear about your day if you were apart and share his own experiences as well, all while having you tucked close to his frame in a position that lets you two get as much physical contact as possible.

·Be prepared for one of them to occasionally wake up at night for important business, either a medical emergency for Ratchet or a security threat for Drift, which will be followed by then gently kissing you goodbye and the bot remaining in the berth snuggling up extra close to you.

·Should you ever feel a little sick or even just unwell at night, these two will become an unstoppable force of comfort and care, providing medical attention in addition to all the tender pampering you could ever need to feel better.

·Ratchet is actually the most hesitant to get physical in any overt way, due to a mix of his more reserved nature and his training making him aware of just how delicate you are, but he'll occasionally be inclined to a tender forehead tap as a good morning.

·Meanwhile Drift is exceptionally open if you're comfortable with it, carrying you to bed at night through the ship and cradling you all the way to breakfast, and his enthusiasm often spurs Ratchet to join in for group snuggles with you carefully cuddled in the center... so long as no one is looking.

Cyclonus/Tailgate

·Tailgate is the first one to suggest sleeping in a group once your mutual affections are finally confessed, and he's positively buzzing when he does so, enough that any reservations from Cyclonus are overcome by your visible excitement at the proposition.

·The big bot isn't hesitant because of any kind of disagreement, he too has come to fall for you in addition to his tiny mate, but with he and Tailgate being so new to all of this he doesn't want any kind of brash action to create unnecessary pain or conflict.

·Cyclonus insists on a careful discussion of boundaries and strategies for moving forward, which Tailgate agrees to with genuine care but still visible excitement, and the three of you are able to set up a series of incremental steps.

·One of the first is just simple hugs and relaxation together while in the berth, either as a group or one on one, and needless to say this one quickly advances to the next when it becomes clear you all have some fantastic physical chemistry.

·Tailgate is the most physical right out of the gate, and is downright euphoric to have your tiny bed moved to their berth so you can spend the night, a feeling he shows with delighted buzzing and nuzzles so enthusiastic they leave your hair floating from static charge.

·As you know him quite well by now you're not at all fooled by the calm facade Cyclonus keeps in your presence, especially when a tender embrace puts you just beside his spark, allowing you to feel him humming in quiet and contented joy to have his two partners so close.

·Due to his still and calm nature, your nights are typically spent right next to the bigger bot or on his frame completely as the smaller mech is prone to rolling around, but Tailgate often reaches a servo over in his sleep to brush a digit against you while he twitches and mutters in his dreams.

·Cyclonus is a much quieter sleeper than his tiny partner, but doesn't need a lot to wake up if he senses something is wrong with either of you, though if you're just shifting and having a tough time resting he'll softly stroke your back and sing an ancient lullaby in a voice so deep it rumbles his chest beneath you.

·Tailgate is much more prone to sleeping through the night, but he'll certainly pick up on troubles quite effectively and will do everything he can to make you feel better, and his preferred strategy is cradling you while whispering gentle reassurances or humming quietly.

·The smaller bot makes no effort to hide how much he loves being tall compared to you, frequently gushing over your incredible cuteness when you wake up all disheveled in the morning, and if you come to bed wearing any kind of cute pajamas prepare for him to squee.

·Cyclonus is certainly not known for especially overt displays, but should he see you and Tailgate cuddled together when he comes into the berthroom Primus help him, because the sweetness of his two perfect mates nearly drops him to his knees.

Chromedome/Rewind

·Though their relationship is quite well established, these two are indeed open to adding a third partner after a deep conversation, and thus they end up approaching you once they've decided they both have feelings and believe you feel the same.

·The conversation happens rather casually while you're at Swerve's, but their emotions are a little high despite not wanting to pressure you, and they end up holding hands under the table while alternating between excitement and nervousness.

·Your excited confession of returned feelings leads to a careful but delighted embrace between the three of you, and it's impossible not to find it adorable how naturally Rewind hugs you before Chromedome hugs him, creating a trio of impressively varied height.

·Of course you're all smart enough to take it slow, but that doesn't mean any of you are less than excited to share your first night together away from everyone else, and the resulting snuggles when you settle in to talk make the three of you giddy since they've been so long coming.

·Since Chromedome and Rewind have developed a habit of sleeping with some distance between them, save for their intertwined fingers, you fit perfectly in the middle with little worry thanks to their calm and still recharge.

·With your size you enjoy being able to almost fit in their combined palms, though for the sake of comfort you'll typically bed down next to their hands instead of in them, ensuring some part of both bots is in constant contact or easy reach for maximum comfort.

·Rewind can be an active dreamer even if he's not an active sleeper, and so can Chromedome, so murmurs of memories blending into dreams is not an uncommon sound in their bedroom at night.

·Should you ever twitch or mutter cutely in your sleep they will gush over it, and if you've established you're okay with it Rewind will absolutely record it, and if you're also okay with him sharing it they will because Primus you are so precious the whole crew needs to see their adorable human partner.

·Mornings are slow but sweet as well as early due to these two being accustomed to waking for their respective jobs, and whether or not you're a morning person you'll hardly have trouble thanks to their quiet habits, as the two of them sipping some warm fuel while quietly reading reports for the day ensures you can get as much additional sleep as you need.

·When it comes to one on one cuddling, Rewind has the easiest time thanks to his size on the smaller end of Cybertronian scale, and whether he's spooning you or cradling you in his arms he likes to marvel over how great it is to be the tall one; no wonder Domey likes holding him if it feels this amazing!

·For Chromedome there's thankfully a long history of handling his tiny partner to give him some experience, and while you're still on a new level of small that requires extra care and limits your options, he hardly minds thanks to how incredibly cute you are; seeing Rewind holding you nearly overwhelms him though.

[uselessmicrowave]

Congrats on 300 followers Micro!

MTMTE Autobots please :) I don't have any preference on gender for my match but I'm personally fem! I'm 5'3" with green eyes and just past shoulder-length mousy brown hair, and my style can go from streetwear to sundresses and sweaters. I've got two cats that I baby wholeheartedly and who keep me company while I play video games. For hobbies or any other activities I'm pretty much down for anything as long as it's with friends. I'm fairly intelligent until any math comes up. Procrastination is certainly my worst habit next to laughing when I shouldn't, and my pet peeve is people who are angry ALL the time. I'm even-tempered mostly but I also need time by myself or I get snappy unintentionally. Thank you!

Ahh thank you anon! I’m matching you with MTMTE Ratchet and Drift!

Drift fragging loves your cats. He makes jokes all the time about looking just like them because of his kibble and how they’re your kids, ect.

Ratchet loves it when you wear sun dresses, doesn’t mention this to you but claims it’s ‘easy access’.

Drift will feed off of your ‘laughing when you’re not supposed to’ habit and you two will end up laughing at anything and everything.

When you get snappy, Ratchet gets snappy and poor Drift has to recharge in between you two without giving either of you affection, because that’d be picking sides which leads to more snapping at each other.

When procrastination gets in your way, Ratchet will try to help you through it, like he does with Drift.

[zeropercenter]

doodles and request!

[ratchetsboyfriend]

3 with poly drift ratchet mtmte?

It’d been awhile since anything new had shown up on your skin. You’d rarely seen any signs from your soulmate and most of the time it had either been different, swirling patterns or some strange symbols that you, nor any of the experts you approached, could understand.

The day the Cybertronians had revealed their presence on Earth had been the day you realized that your cosmic other half was from another world entirely. Knowing this, you’d thrown yourself headfirst into any and all opportunities to get near these metal giants, heedless of the danger so long as it put you closer to your goal. Your calculated recklessness finally paid off when you were selected to accompany the crew of the Lost Light as a representative of your planet in a symbolic gesture of goodwill and faith.

Frankly, there were a lot of politics involved but you hadn’t bothered to familiarize yourself with them. All you cared about was finally getting out there into the great unknown; the chance to see things that no other human had ever seen before and would maybe never see again was too great to pass up and if you found your soulmate along the way then all the better.

Now that you were actually on board the ship your excitement was palpable. The second your superiors exited the ship and left you to your own devices you let all pretenses drop, reintroducing yourself to your new captain with an easy grin that he returned. The two of you effortlessly fell into a casual back and forth as he gave you the informal tour, which included a bar that had not been part of the walkthrough your commanders had been given. You were casually chatting with Rodimus and the bartender, Swerve, who had promised to snag some organic friendly drinks for you, when they’d both suddenly stopped to stare at you. Confused, you’d twisted around to check behind you but saw nothing but the mostly vacant room. Turning back around you came to a sudden realization and learned forward to check your reflection in the glass Swerve was still holding.

Underneath one eye was a red line that crossed over the curve of your check only to switch directions as it ended at the corner of your mouth. Beneath the other you could see the outline of another mark being formed, steady strokes gradually filling it in. “If you happen to have any rags I can clean this off real quick before we finish the tour.”

“No!” Rodimus’ abrupt objection had you racing an eyebrow at him as he grinned, holding a servo out to you. “Trust me when I say there’s some other crew members who need to see this first.”

Shrugging, you stepped up into his servo, waving goodbye at Swerve who waved back, apparently on call with someone as he began to babble into the empty air in what was a one sided conversation from your perspective. As Rodimus practically sprinted through the hallways, skipping past things that he promised you’d get to see later, other ‘bots stopped to watch you go by, whispering to each other as they eyed you in particular. Unperturbed, you just enjoyed the ride, taking note of some spots on the ship that looked particularly interesting.

Finally Rodimus pulled up in front of what looked to be the medial bay, giving you another smirk as he stepped through the doors. You barely had any time to exchange names with the medic up front who introduced himself as First Aid before Rodimus was breezing through another door into what was clearly someone’s office. One mech was seated with his back to you while another was hunched over his desk, data pad in one servo as the other laid flat on the desk, intertwined with the other’s own servo.

Without looking up he spoke. “Rodimus we already told you we’d come out to meet the human later.”

“No need Ratchet.” Rodimus’ tone was cheerful as he stepped further into the room, raising you up higher so that you’d be more visible. “I saved you the trouble and brought them to you!”

That had Ratchet pulling his servo free to pinch at the bridge of his nose as he set the data pad down. Whatever complaints he might have had died out as he watched you trace the stripes along your face that mirrored the ones on his. This caught the attention of the mech still faced away from you and he spun his chair around to face you, brush still clutched in his servo.

As you all watched each other with bated breath, a splatter of paint fell from the still dripping brush onto the nameless mech, splashing red across his arm. Fascinated, you watched as red streaked down your arm in the exact same pattern that was on their own respective limbs. The tension broke as Rodimus plopped you down onto the desk, backing out of the door with a wink. “I’ll leave you three alone to get to know each other better, I’m sure Drift and Ratchet will take very good care of you.”

The painter, Drift, was the first to make a move, setting down his brush in favor of reaching out to you in a silent invitation. You stepped up with no hesitation, steadying yourself against his thumb as he brought you up to eye level and circled the desk so that he was standing by Ratchet with you in between them.

“Gotta say I wasn’t expecting two soulmates, though I’m definitely not complaining.” You laughed, pressing a hand to your mouth to stifle the sound.  “You wouldn’t believe some of crazy stuff I’ve done to find you-both of you.”

Ratchet gave you a small smile, the first expression he’d made outside of irritated and confused so far, and you could feel your heart speed up in response. Drift’s own smile, already full of a love that you couldn’t possibly fathom being directed towards you, was equally breathtaking.

“Why don’t you tell us all about it?” He leaned into Ratchet, who cupped a servo around Drift’s so that they were both cradling you to them. “We have time.”

[cozzzynook]

Rodimus has fallen in love and is about to bond with Getaway. When Ratchet and Drift sit him down and show him evidence of Getaway cheating and he's devastated.

Personally I can never see Rodimus ever liking Getaway in any capacity but I can see them using each other as a quick frag when they first meet.

Its one of the worst experiences Rodimus has in his life and he doesn’t even overload. Getaway asked and he made a face before standing up and just walking out of Getaway’s hab completely unsatisfied and going to meet up with one of his aft call bots that he knows will get him off.

That night he heads to join, Cyclonus, Tailgate and Whirl for a frag session because he needs three very well experienced and nasty mechs to get the horrible feeling and thought of Getaway out of his memory files and off his frame.

He’s feeling a lot more satisfied hours later when he leaves the trios hab with a nice limp in his gate and a tiredness only a good fragging can give a bot.

He doesn’t think of Getaway or their horrible time until he and his crew stop on a planet and he meets the con twins Skyquake and Dreadwing. He’s smiling so wide with his spoiler bouncing and valve twitching just itching for a fun time as he locks optics with the two.

Before he knows it he’s bent wide over with two huge spikes stuffing his port like the spike slut he is as they both thrust inside of him with a servo choking his neck cables just the way he likes it and another slapping his sensitive valve raw.

Its when they finish and carry him back to his ship for Magnus to take does he see Getaway glaring at him and he’s so confused as to why until he remembers the horrible time they had together and immediately pushes the thought aside with a shiver of disgust.

Really, there was no way the mech actually thought lasting less than five minutes was gonna sate him. He knows he’s a slut but even sluts need more than five minutes.

He purposely tries to never think on the encounter again only to have the same issue when he’s on the bridge.

Magnus and Megatron are standing on either side of him, servos gently caressing both his sides making his tanks flutter and his aft wiggle as he smiles giddy and leans into them.

He’s thinking of all the fun they’ll have together as they usher him towards the door where it opens to reveal Getsway glaring angrily at him making him confused all over again.

Its Magnus stepping forward asking what Getaway needs with a clipped tone that makes the other look away and walk off.

He feels himself shiver in pure disgust as he remembers once again, how terrible their time was and how pitiful his stroke game felt. He tells the two as much after Megatron stares down where Getaway was last seen. He doesn’t want the mech to get hurt but he does wish he’d stay away from him.

He gives Magnus a nice, long surprise under the desk gift after making sure Getaway had a completely different schedule than him. He helped the mech organize two book shelves after, he didn’t care at all for stuff like that, but it made Magnus smile and happy so he did it.

He was having his fun as usual with the conjunx pair and the conjunx trio along with a spike swirl for Rewind and Chromedome as a job well done on helping repair a part of the ship. Along with letting Nautica use her servo to spank him when her frustrations became too much. He allowed Skids to watch and couldn’t help giggling at how the mech got so nervous when he moaned looking his way.

Rodimus was, to put it frankly, a slut.

He was decepticon share ware when he was Hot rod and changing to Rodimus, even when he was Rodimus prime, did nothing to curb his need for spike. Sure it lowered his libido but that put it on the healthy high scale instead of beyond the high scale. His doc First aid was grateful while he worked it so he could enjoy the more deeply kinky intimate parts of fragging instead of going so rough he would break.

He’s been on berth leave multiple times for having his insides shifted and his valve sprained.

“Hey Roddy,” he felt his spoiler bounce and his tank soften, his optics felt softer at the sight of Drift coming towards him. But that changed when he noticed the mech looking unhappy.

“What’d I do?”

He never fragged Drift or Ratchet.

They never invited him to berth so he never flirted or did anything inappropriate.

He was a slut.

Not a creep or perv who couldn’t respect boundaries.

“Nothing Roddy, you haven’t done anything,” Drift reassured. The mech put an arm around his waist like he always did and led him back to his hab where Ratchet was sitting down waiting for them.

He sat between the two on the couch and felt an awkward tension resting heavily in the room.

He felt better having Ratchet shift him onto his lap but he still felt nervous.

“Okay, whats up guys? What’d I do?”

“Roddy,” Drift sighed his designation and he was quick to apologize, “Stop that. You didn’t do anything kid. We just wanted to talk.”

His optic ridges touched but he nodded.

“Its about you and Getaway,” Ratchet said after a moment silence, “the mechs been….”

“He’s been stalking you, even with your two different schedules,” Drift finished, his fangs poked out and his servos were tight.

“Stalking me? But..why? We aren’t a thing…I’ve never…”

“Aw damnit.”

“Kid?”

“The first few days in…I..um..well its cause of that. Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it,” Rodimus sighed rubbing his face plate and going to stand when Ratchet and Drift held him in place on the medics lap.

“He harrassin ya cause he wants ya in berth again?”

The way both of them of them lock onto him, protective fields shrouding him making it hard to vent but so easy to melt against.

“No..I..I don’t know what he wants..I..well..I like to..explore my options..sometimes,” he blushed in a dazed.

“Kid ya like spike. We know. The crew knows. A lot of cybertron knows. It’s fine kid. I’m called the party ambulance for a reason.”

“We know your reputation Roddy. We don’t care.”

“Speak for yourself kid. I’m happy you’ve slowed down and haven’t caught any viruses. First aid used to have a mental breakdown when he had to out your valve back into place.”

“Ratchet!”

“What Kid? Its fine. I’ve popped mine back into place a few times myself,” Ratchet shrugged at Rodimus who looked…beyond shell shocked even if he shouldn’t. His reputation was very well known.

“I..how long have you two know?”

“Since we’ve known you,” Drift said easily, he was still angry but the digit he used to brush along Rodimus’s cheek was anything but. It was hard not to lean into it.

“Wait..if you knew I was share ware,” Drift’s servo gripping his face plate giving him a sharp look made him back track.

“I mean, used to be shareware,” he rushes. It still doesn’t loosen Drifts hold so he continues.

“Why are you always inviting me over and having me spend the night if you know I’m a spike slut?”

Maybe he should’ve put more thought into all the times they had him sit on their laps or would cuddle with him in berth and make sure he couldn’t leave. Or when he’d cook dinner and lunch every day and one of them always digit fed him with a now noticeably lame excuse of “we want to make sure you eat enough.”

“Told ya we’d have to spell it out,” Ratchet grouched, wrapping his arms around the speedster who felt weary but unafraid.

“We like you Roddy. More than what you think,” Drift interrupted his musings, thumb rubbing his cheek.

“We’ve been in love with you for a very long time now and we’re pretty sure you feel the same. Even if you don’t want to admit it,” Drift finished.

“Kid you run faster than Blurr from affection thats not a one night sexual conquest. So we figured it best to ease you into the idea of being with us. We don’t have any intent to change who you are. We know you love spike and we’re fine with it. We just want you to come home to us at the end of it.”

He felt his optics watering and he wanted to hide.

They were right of course.

He was afraid of romantic feelings, relationships, love.

But when it came to the two mechs holding him he couldn’t help but fall in love.

Subconsciously he lessened the amount of mechs he’d sleep with on a drastic scale the more time he spent with them intimately.

He didn’t want to give up his frag sessions with Megatron and Minimus or the wild rides with Cyclonus, Tailgate and Whirl, but he hadn’t really ventured out much aside from basic non penetration with Nautica, Chromedome and Rewind and letting Skids watch. Of course he had fun with Skyquake and Dreadwing, but he didn’t leave his comm number like he usually did for a second round.

“I don’t..please don’t..”

“Relax kid, we know. We know,” Ratchet let him curl up and hide.

It was embarrassing as it was needed.

“I’m not..you picked wrong. You shouldn’t want me.”

The engine rev from Ratchet was the first real warning and he kept silent.

“We know exactly who we picked Rodimus and we aren’t picking anyone else but the three of us.”

That was the second warning, hearing his designation from Drift was always serious and while his insecurities were tugging at him, he let Ratchets warm servo rubbing his thigh quiet the storm.

They stayed like that for a while.

Sitting on the couch until Rodimus felt Ratchet’s signs of stiffness.

He fell into rhythm without thinking much as he shifted and stood helping the mech up and using his outlier to warm the space between them.

Eventually they retired to berth where Ratchet and Drift locked Rodimus in a tangle of limbs.

He didn’t mind. It was grounding.

Helped him feel without panicking.

He looked down and let his digits curl loosely between theirs and day dreamed.

They didn’t say anything. Didn’t push or rush him.

They just enjoyed their time together and that made things feel..as easy as onlining.

Rodimus didn’t see or hear about Getaway after that but he did notice Drift cleaning energon off his sword and Ratchet wiping energon from his med kit.

He figured it best not to ask.

[imababblekat]

Imagine Throwing Ratchet A Surprise Birthday Party

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-when you had somehow found out that it was Ratchet's birthday of all people, you were ready to throw the best birth party of the century!

-sure you would have said the same thing about one of your other many bot friends, but this was Ratchet you were talking about!

-the mech who was known to hardly take a break, and if he did have time from being a medic, he'd find something to work on; you were going to make the ol grump have the birthday of a life time and you swore by it

-choosing a few select bots who you could trust to not go blabber about the birthday boy, you shared your game plan with them and set about each's respective role

-with Drift as the distraction, you weren't so worried about Ratchet finding out what you were up to, and even if he did suspect something, you're positive his conjux could find a way to make him forget about it

-you'd asked Swerve if he could possibly close up the bar early, so that way you and your group of friends could hold the party there; you promised to pay him back when he said yes, but Swerve just told you to not worry about it and how about just having more movie nights together

-once Ten had ushered out the last patrons and the bar was officially closed, you set to work with the decorating

-you had an hour and half before Drift would coax Ratchet to the bar, giving you and the plenty of large helpers time to start getting things together

-the place was coming together marvelously, with Rodimus and Skids on party games, Ultra Magnus, Megatron, and Ten at the for front for decor, Nautica, Swerve, and Whirl deciding on Drinks, and Rung helping you with the massive energon birthday cake, you knew this was going to be perfect

-placing the last candle, a candle practically your size mind you, on the cake, you took a step back to admire the handy work of you and your friends till Rodimus had whistled for everyone's attention, relaying the message he'd gotten from Drift only a few moments ago that he and Ratchet were on their way

-when the doors had opened before him into Swerves, but the usually bustling bar was lights out, all of Ratchet's suspicions about his conjux’s strange behavior had come rushing back to him

-he didn't have time to question the swordsman when the later had tugged him inside, a bunch of lights came blasting on, and a loud chorus of "Happy Birthday!" rung out

-Ratchet was at a loss of words, his expression stern and shocked all at the same time as his optics took in all before him

-a giant, obnoxious happy birthday banner with his name scribbled at the end in Rodimus handwriting stretched above the round table, streamers, balloons, and confetti of the eye burning colors over took the ceilings and floor, drinks in giant punch bowls glowed different colors across the bar counter, gifts of different sizes in varied wrapper piled high in a corner, severl party games were pinned to the walls or laid out on empty tables, and sitting brightly on the round table that was surrounded by all of his closest friends was an enormous birthday cake covered in way too many candles to be safe

-it was so much, so, so much for the old medic

-but when Ratchet's optics landed on your face last out of the crowd, big bright eyes and an equally big smile of excitement for what you had done for him and for him on his own, he realized he actually didn't minded it, and gave you a heartfelt smile in return

~xXx~