#fertile hot rod/rodimus

[theoceanoasis]

Rodimus is pregnant after a pitstop on Earth and everyone on the Lost Light is sooooo curious, wondering who the sire is. There's bets that it's either Dratchet's or MiniMeg's or even Thunderclash's because Rodimus is keeping a tight lip on the identity of the sire. And even though they're not the sire/s, they do try to court Rodimus to help him but he gently turns them down.

But surprise! It's actually Soundwave from a one night stand they had on Earth. Not only that but he comes to the Lost Light to woo Rodimus, who thought Soundwave was only interested in his frame but that's far from the truth. He wants to properly court Rodimus and be a family with him.

Rodimus had tried to keep it a secret but after passing out on the bridge his secret was revealed.

He was just coming around when he felt Ratchet scan him and then the medic gasped.

"You're sparked."

Those who'd been waiting for him to wake up also gasped and when he turned on his optics he blushed feeling a little embarrassed that his secret was revealed like that.

"I know."

He didn't say anything else even when people asked about the sire.

Word spread throughout the Lost Light and everyone began placing bets on who the sire was since Rodimus hadn't said anything.

Some thought it was Drift or Ratchet because he was close to them especially Drift. While others pointed out that Ratchet didn't like him and had voted against him as captain.

Other people thought it might have been Megatron or Minimus. While others argued heavily against Megatron being the sire and others thought the couple wouldn't want someone like Rodimus who was the exact opposite to them.

Then someone mentioned Thunderclash and for a while everyone was placing bets on them because who wouldn't love Thunderclash.

Out of all the bets Rodimus hated that one the most. However none of them were right.

He'd been joking about it with Drift until his friend got a serious look on his face and asked him who it was. He'd merely changed the subject refusing to talk about it anymore.

This seems to make his Amica worried because he begins courting him with a reluctant Ratchet. Both of them wanting his sparkling to have a sire.

He didn't even have to think about it before turning them down. However they weren't the only ones who wanted to "help."

Both Minimums and Megatron tried to prove they were worthy of being the sparklings sire. However he refused asking them both to stop.

Thunderclash was a lot harder. He was determined to be the sparklings sire and it was made harder by everyone thinking they were a cute couple. He hated it so much and silently fumed when people talked about what a great guy he was and how his sparkling was so lucky.

Thunderclash followed him around everywhere constantly trying to take care of him even when he could do things by himself.

He was getting tired of everyone bothering him and gossiping behind his back,bthat it was making his carrying so much worse.

He'd just spent the morning throwing up in the bathroom when he heard shouting. He rushed out to see what the commotion was about and found Soundwave coming towards him.

His crew was trying to stop him but Soundwave shoved them out of the way demanding to see him.

"What are you doing here?"

Around him people froze letting Soundwave pass.

"I heard you were sparked."

He blushed glaring at his crew for gossiping so much it got all the way to Earth.

"Is the sparkling mine?"

Unable to deny it he nodded.

"Yes."

Around them people gasped.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think you'd want them."

"Of course I'd want our sparkling."

"I thought I was nothing more than a one night stand."

"I don't sleep with just anyone."

Soundwave reached out his hands gently stroking his face and he leaned into his touch.

"You are so much more than a one night stand and I've been trying to reach you even before I learned you were sparked."

He felt tears in his optics and Soundwave wiped them away. Around him people were aweing and he pulled Soundwave into his room so they could talk by themselves without everyone listening in.

[mychlapci]

so I was chatting with a buddy of mine a few days ago, and my brainworms conjured up titan preggers in the sense that those tiny baby sparklets they conceive? Just like mama Primus'(titans are just Primus' oldest children when the largest contingent of Unicron's cum condensed to ignite the heaviest sparks before the process evened out) and the Well of Allsparks, fresh sparks ignite when there is enough robocum fizzling on the inside of their delicate meshes.

But you see, all those sparks are normal mecha-sized sparks. They're sooooo tiny in contrast to their massive gestation chambers and chasmic valves, their gigantic carriers have to rely on internal monitors to keep and eye on them. So these titans will exhibit all carrying symptoms even if they can't /feel/ where the sparklets have been deposited on their insides unless the entirety of their forge walls are covered in itty bitty baby sparklets.

Now, I like to imagine that every part of a titan can be converted into a functional facility that can accommodate normal sized mecha; this includes their valves and gestation chambers of course.

Just imagine how cavernous that shaft of a valve would be as mecha make pilgrimages up that slick surface to enter the forge, their little feet tickling the resident titan and charging them up so good. Sometimes they'd even convert their valves into being a part of the subway system, tightening just enough to still let trainformers pass through them, giving the mecha a pussy express shortcut to their holy destination: the soakhouse in the gestation chamber.

It's like a bathhouse, but you mainly go there to soak like in a hotspring or an oil pool. And of course, participate in various orgies while within. I mean, with how fertile everything smells when covered in the titan's juices, how can a bot resist? But do remember though, if you want to fuck inside the host, you best be sure to be ready to take up the responsibility if you happen to leave a happy little bundle of joy behind. Not that it's a definite guarantee, it's like a 1 in 3 chance, but still.

Because if you get a titan pregnant, they will never let you traverse through them peacefully until you go back in there and continue feeding the growing sparklet with your transfluid. Best hope your spray game is up to par if the sparklet is attached to high places. You can of course try to placate them by interacting with the physical features inside them, like rutting against any surface, like their missile silo shaft of a valve or against the spiral doors to their forge. You can even suck off the various fixtures in the soakhouse, like showerheads, faucets, gate pistons etc, but they still won't let you out until you nourish their sparklets.

Primes in particular are banned from spilling their seed inside the soakhouse, because the Matrix makes their cum extra fertile. This is why Rodimus gets locked in the cuck chair every time the lads say they're going for a soak in the bath house. FortMax and Metroplex are kind of tired of Rodimus knocking them up too many times.

Like don't get them wrong, they like the feel of those little adorable sparklings hatching and popping out from their casings after fully developing, falling into their liquids and crawling all over their insides until the pilgrims arrive to pick them up. But they're very, very tired of having sparklings with Rodimus' annoying temperament when they could have bitlets from the pick of an entire populace of diverse sparklines tochoose from yeah.

They singlehandedly repopulate/colonise any region they settle on after all, it's only fair that they should be allowed some extent of fussiness, no? Think about it, do you want Autobot City on Earth to be filled with nothing but baby Hot Rods? Not even Metroplex has the patience for a city full of mini Hot Rods.

The MetroProwlMagnus fic is coming along very painfully. I hate being in university sometimes-🔌

oughhhHhh i love this, i am writing this down immediately.

This is like a perfect mix between perverted mechpreg and normal transformer reproduction. Yes, cybertronians are forged in caves deep underneath the surface of cybertron, created from sentient metal and spark energy. and the caves? Pussy and uterus. Dripping and pregnant and so very fun to bathe in. And it's an extremely pleasant experience for the titan themself, who'll be overloading constantly as the little hands and feet of their citizens stroke their walls.

The sparklings hang from the ceiling and the walls of the forge, pulsing with life energy, each of them encased in a soft sack of energon and transfluid... I absolutely love the idea that as long as they have a titan with them, cybertronians can mostly reproduce wherever they settle. All they need to do is turn their large friend on and they'll be birthing a new population in no time. It's probably a little scary for the inhabitants of Earth... but it's not like they're gonna overtake them or anything!

ahshsjagsh and of course, Rodimus needs to be locked out of the bathhouses. He already has too many babies out there in the world, they don't need more.

[cozzzynook]

Drift and Ratchet are together and trying to court Hot Rod. Drift and Ratchet have fertility issues and find out neither can carry. Hot Rod is worried this is the reason they are trying to court him.

I love this ask *sobs*

I have so many ways I can take this and its making me excited and over think which is also making me anxious lol.

But going one route I like to headcanon Hot rod would not talk to them about this insecurity or fear. He’s still Hot rod, hasn’t become Rodimus or may never become Rodimus, a mech who killed off his home out of his and his peoples stubborn stance for freedom. He’s the mech who turned down Megatrons personal request to join him even if he often questions where its left him.

Especially now that they’re at the end of the war, people are returning to their homes cleaning the old battle grounds and burying fallen comrades long forgotten or grayed over to unrecognizable condition.

The sight makes him both sick and elated.

He’s happy their home is finally restored and the fallen have been laid to rest.

But his own home, Nyon, is left to ruin and has been determined an unsafe and unstable environment thats not fit to be rebuilt any time soon.

Leave it to corrupt Zeta to spread a rancid energon that would disrupt the natural future growth of his home because he was going to make Nyon pay in more ways than one.

He’s devastated by the inability to revive his home and while he shares the excitement his amica and his amicas conjunx feel at having Cybertron rebuilt and becoming an equal peace and safe haven where even a place like the Dead End—Drifts old home— was rebuilt and thriving in its own way.

He often found himself visiting the two because they both would call for him to stay in their home for long stretches of time. It happened so often he joked he should stop paying for his own place and move here. It was clearly a joke and he even rushed to say it was.

Hot rod was holding a glass of high grade about to take another sip when the silence rung so loud in his clouding audials he stopped to look at the two who were staring at him making him blush. He lied telling himself it was the high grade but his outlier made it hard to get charged on the stuff but he rather the lie than his long held feelings he knew wouldn’t be returned.

He apologized quickly and changed topics.

If it weren’t for the two respecting how nervous he visibly became they would’ve made their offer right then and there. But Hot rod did notice after his joke the two invited him over even more, not only that but the two became a bit..touchy.

Okay..a whole lot more touchy.

Between himself and Drift this was quite normal actually. They’ve always felt comfortable putting their servos on each other or resting their legs on the others lap. As speedsters its normal to recharge back to back or in a pile together and neither minded at all if the other climbed into the others lap and recharged because it was the only place they felt safe enough to do so.

But these weren’t friendly speedster recharge cuddle touches or demands for cuddle pile touches. These were Drift and the doc: resting their servos on his hips to shift him to the side, just barely touching his spoiler to graze their digits along his sensors, holding him by the lower back to lead him out a door frame or to follow them to their hab away from a mech who oddly wants his attention and using their digits to graze along his neck cables while reading a data pad.

He was not at all prepared for this shift in dynamic and the touches steadily grew more intimate..during his pre heat cycle phase where everything was more sensitive and he tried to stay holed up in his own hab only to have it invaded by the two under the guise of taking care of him while he was sensitive and being attentive to his needs.

Their words, not his.

He could never be confident enough to say that without royally fragging it up.

He’s sure he put his pede in his intake when the two would sit extremely close to him and pet his thigh and arm platings as he slowly entered his heat.

Never once did they do anything beyond gentle touches and helping clean slick spots, keeping him hydrated and from being lonely, to even staying after his heat cycle when his forge tanks flushed and shed from disuse.

He could not for the life of him understand why they did all this when he often said they didn’t have to and that he didn’t want to cut into their alone time together as conjunx. Hot rod thanked them profusely of course but he also gently tried to get them to leave because he knew his spark couldn’t handle the two beautiful mechs before him finding out he was in love with them.

He’d finally accepted their conjunx status and that he stood no chance.

He didn’t need to undo the progress he’s been making with his friends help.

Most would not believe he or Soundwave could hang out together but they had a few things in common and with Soundwave’s help he was much better at understanding others perspective without thinking it through.

So when he decided to ponder on their actions late during a shift from the time he was on break to the time he left and still had nothing. He went to Soundwave and told him everything.

The cassette host just looked at him as if he was stupid before rolling his optics and chuffing at him.

Really he hated when Soundwave got snippy and chuffed at him like he was Ravage when the feline would knock over glasses just to piss a bot off.

So with no help there he was caught between a rock and a hard place that closed in when Ratchet put a servo on his lower back and lead him to his and Drifts hab.

The mech was using the flame extinguisher to put out a fire he started. The mech was beautiful and so intelligent but he couldn’t cook to save his own finials.

So Hot rod took over kicking him out his own kitchen and made breakfast for everyone.

Maybe it was his recharge addled processor or his lack of proper fuel but he simply paid no real attention when Drift and Ratchet first said they wanted to conjunx him and would like for him to carry their sparklings.

Admittedly saying, “Thats crazy,” while in a daze as he ate was not the best thing to say but give a mech a break he was tired and trying not to recharge while fueling.

When he felt the air get awkward he blinked and looked up at their disbelieving face plates and asked what did they say, admitting he wasn’t paying attention.

When Ratchet said it again, he froze and short circuited a little bit. It took Drift shaking him to ask them for another repeat because he was in disbelief and he quickly made sure not to hurt their feelings which turned to him rambling and Ratchet telling him to calm down.

“I just..don’t understand. Why do you want to conjunx me? You’re already conjunx. Why me?”

He was truly trying to figure out what was going on because there was no way they actually wanted him.

When he heard them explain they’ve been courting him for a while and staking their claim in private and in front of others suddenly the look Soundwave gave him made sense.

But then his processor took hold and tortured him with the reality.

“You didn’t have to ask me to be your conjunx if you wanted a sparkling. I’d do it for you guys in a sparkbeat if thats what you want. I’d do anything you ask me.”

And really he would.

“I’m a tank carrier bot so they wouldn’t be like a spark carrying, i’m sure you know tank carriers take the longest since we build them from scratch internally. If thats not what you want I’m sure somebot else is more than willing to help.”

And really he was crushed at them wanting to conjunx him for sparklings because of their issues with conceiving. Old injuries and age made carrying hard for either mech and it was just too risky. He understands them venturing out for a carrier because they want a sparkling but he wishes they went about it differently.

“I hope you find a good bot for your sparkling,” and yeah, he has to stand to leave. His fuel is only half empty but he’s not really hungry anymore and he’s ready to be alone and cry.

Why ask him to conjunx if they only wanted him for a sparkling?

He ignores their calls and explanations as heads for the door. He’s not really in the mood to hear anymore. He just wants to sit in the wash bin snd cry for a while.

“Roddy!”

Those servos that have been kind for months grip him and keep him from making it out the door.

“We don’t want to conjunx you for a sparkling. We want to conjunx you and have a sparkling with you. No other bot. No one else is an option. We want you.”

They share their em field with him along with grounding their servos on him so the language and feeling would pass through even greater.

He…overloads on the information and passes out.

Waking up is so embarrassing. Mortifying really.

But the two don’t give him time to think on anything.

They’re touching him, feeling him, so close their vents fog his frame and their olfactory sensors are inhaling his natural aromas. He smells of burning wood and slick that steadily piles against his valve and panels. They ache to open and an emotion filled whisper in his audials have them springing open drenching lubricant on the sheets.

“We’ll bare our sparks all night if we have to.”

“Whatever it takes for you to know.”

“You’re the one we want. You’re ours.”

It’s said in unison. Almost as if rehearsed but the natural differing tones and speech pattern tells him its not.

They truly mean this.

they truly want him.

And he’s spreading his legs open and shifting his spark plating to let them have him.

Better than victory on the battlefield. Better than winning his first battle. Better than his favorite memory of traveling.

Being one with them is like no other sensation or feeling he could hope for.

Their gentle and searing touch. The long licks and strong vibrating bites always wanting more of him. Never having enough as they thrust inside of him. His valve clenching their spikes as his node is destroyed and put back together with need in every punch of their hips and firm grip of his exposed pouches.

He can’t help but fall into an early heat right on the spot as they bare their sparks making him cum.

His processor has no chance of filling his mind with insecurities and what ifs. Doubt is irrelevant as their sparks mix like they were made to be one.

Hot rod has never been so whole and willingly exposed as he was in the moments of his shared heat that triggered their rut.

It was the best feeling he’s ever had and its honestly a hard choice picking their first time together that was ended in them spark merging to the moment they found out he was sparked when his tanks started shifting.

[caiusmajor]

Trick or treat! (Early but I wanna play)

Here's an old TF G1 S3 WIP. ETA: No fertile or viable eggs are harmed in this wip.

"Does he eat your eggs?" Cyclonus asked, as if it were a normal question.

And maybe it was. Ultra Magnus didn't make a habit of talking to Decepticons. Not like this, anyway, just sitting together and talking while they waited for Cyclonus' self-repair to work enough for them to get off this asteroid.

And it wasn't weird exactly that Cyclonus was thinking of food, not the way he'd bolted down Magnus' emergency energon stores and was still licking at his own lips and claws in the hopes that some more remained there.

Decepticons were hungry. That was normal, even if nothing else about Cyclonus was normal for a Decepticon.

Cyclonus was still looking at Ultra Magnus as though he expected an answer. Magnus played the question back in his processor. "He" would usually be Galvatron, but since Cyclonus was asking about him, he probably meant -- "Rodimus Prime?" Ultra Magnus asked. "Why?"

Magnus could only picture the times Rodimus -- well, Hot Rod, really -- had made earth animal eggs for Daniel. It had been a bit of a mess but enough of them had come out edible for the tiny boy.

"Of course," Cyclonus said. "Who else? You wouldn't…." Cyclonus gave Magnus a sidelong look, the look he got when he seemed to remember that a warrior Magnus might be, he was still an Autobot "-- distribute them to the troops?" Cyclonus sounded extremely doubtful about this idea. "…Give them to the humans?"

Ultra Magnus shivered. He didn't think Cyclonus was referring to eggs laid by earth creatures, or even by the non-sentient fauna of Cybertron or Chaar. "I don't lay eggs." Hadn't in a long time, anyway. That part of his frame had been deactivated and removed early in the Great War.

But then, Cyclonus hadn't lived through the war. As mature as he seemed, Cyclonus was younger than Daniel.

"Oh." Cyclonus looked Ultra Magnus over, searchingly. "Do Autobots just not? Or does your Lord not fertilize you enough?"

"No!" Magnus sputtered. "I -- Rodimus -- he's not a Lord, Cyclonus, stop calling him that." He didn't even know where to start with Cyclonus' other assumptions about his relationship with the Prime. Didn't want to start, since he's sure it would result in getting way more information than he needed about Cyclonus' relationship with Galvatron.

"Your Prime," Cyclonus said, in a tone that suggested he might have stern words with the Prime in question about not fertilizing Ultra Magnus enough, or whatever else it was that Cyclonus believed a proper leader should be doing. "Why don't you lay eggs? I do. Scourge does. Sweep eggs are pretty good, but Galvatron says he likes mine even better," Cyclonus sat up taller and preened a little, clearly proud of producing delicious eggs.

"I --" Magnus was once again at a loss. "I had that turned off, millions of years ago. I can show you the coding if you like, it's not difficult to turn it off temporarily, although you'd need a medic for the surgery to make it permanent."

Cyclonus stared at him, first in horror, than in pity. His optics focused on Magnus' crotch in a way that made Magnus decidedly uncomfortable. "No! I'm sure you had a good reason for allowing that to happen, but never." Cyclonus' thighs pressed together hard enough to send soundwaves even through the asteroid's negligible atmosphere.

"It doesn't interfere with functioning," Magnus said defensively, and felt ridiculous. He might as well tell Cyclonus his spike worked just fine, thank you!

Cyclonus gave him a pitying look and stretched out his wings carefully. "I should be able to get us to the nearest neutral planet now." He backed away from Magnus a few yards and transformed into spacejet mode -- not the large jet mode he used to carry Galvatron, the mode that was about the same as Cyclonus' root mode. "Get on, hold tight, and don't try to open the cockpit." Cyclonus commanded.

"Thank you for the lift," Magnus said as he settled himself lying on top of Cyclonus' body, holding on as firmly as he could.

"A fair exchange for the energon," Cyclonus replied, and then there was nothing but engines and the vastness of space.

*****

"Any intelligence?" Rodimus asked.

Ultra Magnus shook his head. "Nothing useful. Cyclonus was willing to carrying me off the asteroid even after he'd taken my energon, but that kind of honor never lasts long when he's with the others."

Rodimus sighed. "With Galvatron, you mean."

Magnus shrugged. "He's got to save face with the other Decepticons, but yes, Galvatron is always the higher priority where Cyclonus is concerned." He looked down and away, awkwardly.

"Anything else?" Rodimus spoke softly, in that 'asking as a friend, not a Prime' voice he'd been learning to use lately.

Magnus shrugged again, awkward. It wasn't as though Cyclonus would have told him something and expected him to conceal it from Rodimus. "He's been producing eggs regularly. Scourge, too, and maybe also the rest of the Sweeps.

"Eggs?" Rodimus' optics had gone bright and he was leaning closer to Ultra Magnus. "We haven't had any reports of Decepticon hatchlings…." Rodimus looked sad, now, and Ultra Magnus started to regret having brought it up. He knew how Rodimus was about children -- any sort of children.

"Uh, yeah. Galvatron's been eating the eggs, apparently. Well, Cyclonus', Cyclonus mentioned he'd eaten some of Scourges -- you know how hungry the Decepticons are." Magnus shifted uncomfortably. He wasn't equipped for this sort of conversation, neither of them were, but they were the ones who had lived.

Rodimus looked stricken, one hand on his own belly, right where his egg chamber would have been -- would be? Magnus wasn't sure if Hot Rod had had the surgery, and of course Rodimus Prime was another matter -- his optics a wetter shade of blue. "They're eating eggs?"

Magnus reached out an arm awkwardly, halfway between offering a hug and trying to pat the Prime on the shoulder. He really wasn't equipped for this. "Yes. They almost certainly don't have the energy to hatch them anyway, never mind the energon and materials necessary to raise them up to Decepticon warriors." Because that was what they would be, of course. Magnus couldn't forget that any more than Rodimus could avoid picturing inert eggs as cute babies. It was good the Decepticons lacked the resources to reproduce themselves. "I offered Cyclonus the suppresant code."

"Did he take it?" Rodimus stepped forward into Magnus' half-embrace. Magnus tried to pat Rodimus' back in a reassuring manner -- he was never quite sure whether to try to put his hand on the spoiler or under it, or maybe below it? He settled for petting carefully at the bottom of the center shaft.

"No, he refused." Magnus watched carefully for Rodimus' reaction, but it was hard to tell how he took this piece of information. The Prime still seemed distressed. He patted Rodimus' back some more. "I'm not sure if Cyclonus understands what an egg is, really, other than something tasty to give Galvatron."

Rodimus laughed in the bitter way he did these days. He wrapped his arms around Magnus briefly, patted him on the back in return, and then stepped back out of reach, relieving Magnus of the connundrum of where to put his hands. "Maybe not. I can't imagine Unicron -- or any of the 'Cons -- ever gave him the 'your reproductive system and you' talk. Probably only ever got manuals for his weapons."

Magnus made himself chuckle -- it wasn't funny that Cyclonus had been deprived that way, but he knew when Rodimus was trying to lighten the mood.

Suddenly Rodimus asked, "Was he egg-heavy when you saw him?" All the sardonic humor was gone from his voice, the sad yearning back in force. Rodimus' hand had slid back to his belly, and his optics had slid down to look at Magnus' waist.

Magnus shrugged uncomfortably. "I don't know, Rodimus. I'm not a medic, and I don't have a lot of experience with egg-heavy mechs."

"Of course, yeah. Just wondering." Rodimus' hand moved away from his belly and his optics moved back up to focus on Magnus' face. "Some of the Paradronians have hatchlings," he said, wistful. "But the parents don't like me being near them. Something about having blown up their planet." He laughed bitterly again.

"You saved them from the Decepticons, Rodimus!" Magnus said, earnestly. In this, at least, he felt he was on firmer ground. "You did what you had to do, they'll realize that and warm up to you soon I'm sure."

Rodimus smiled, sincere but still sad. "Thanks, Magnus. I wish I had your confidence in me." He backed away a bit more until he was leaning on his cluttered desk. "Anything else to report?"

"Not about Cyclonus, but I've got a few things to share about Karkas III."

When the Autobots had cleaned up after Unicron and found themselves in near-undisputed possession of Cybertron, Rodimus Prime had gone to First Aid for a full medical scan.

"I want you to look at my reproductive system," Rodimus said, once they were in a private room together. "Unicron only KNOWS what the Matrix may have done to it."

"Of course," First Aid plugged into his medical port and got to work.

Rodimus watched anxiously.

Rodimus couldn't stop thinking about Cyclonus' eggs. He'd lie alone in his berth at night, hand on his empty belly, thinking about all those eggs. Eggs growing inside Cyclonus, nourished and fertilized by Galvatron. Eggs that would never get to hatch, or grow up.

[theoceanoasis]

Rodimus is carrying his and Soundwave's bitty and are in the middle of a courtship together. He looks stunning with the carrying glow and is getting a lot of attention as a result. Soundwave makes sure others know he and Rodimus are together because mechs won't stop flirting with Roddy and ignore Roddy's requests to stop that.

Soundwave glared at the people who'd been flirting with him. While he waited for Soundwave's shift to be over. Ever since he'd gotten sparked this seemed to be happening more often and it drove Soundwave crazy.

His glowing body and large belly was a symbol to everyone that he was fertile and it caused people to act strangely around him.

They were constantly trying to show off and impress him in the hopes of siring their own sparklings. Soundwave constantly had to chase them off growling at anyone who came near.

People still didn't care though and continued flirting and trying to touch his belly. It made him uncomfortable and he found himself unwilling to leave the house.

Every time this happened Soundwave would stake his claim wanting everyone to know that he was taken.

Some people finally understood and left him alone wishing they'd gotten to him first. While others became more determined than before. To the point they'd figured out where he lived and would constantly deliver gifts to his apartment.

Every time he saw one it made him anxious. He knew it was their coding going crazy being in the proximity of such a fertile carrier but it was driving him crazy.

He couldn't go anywhere alone and every time he walked outside there was a problem. Even his home didn't feel safe anymore and he needed to get out.

Soundwave bought them a house in the middle of the woods far from anyone else who would bother them.

When they arrived he immediately sighed with relief finally feeling safe. He grabbed his nesting material and carefully made it. Snuggling into his blankets with a chirp knowing his little one's were safe.

Soundwave also relaxed having always been on edge worried someone would take his family from him. The two of them snuggled together and got some much needed rest.

[theoceanoasis]

Drift and Ratchet catching Rodimus leave the wash racks only to see he has nozzle piercings, a tank pouch with a fertile tattoo on the pudge and large energon pouches.

The full signs of being a fertile tank carrier along with the navel piercing he has

He sighed glaring at his shower which decided to break. Especially at a time like this when he was covered in who knows what thanks to Whirl.

Feeling disgusting he decided to take a shower somewhere else and call to have it repaired afterwards.

He called Drift asking to use his shower because he wanted the gunk off him immediately.

His Amica agreed and since both Drift and Ratchet were at work he didn't have to worry about running into them.

Even though Drift was his best friend their relationship had been strained ever since he got back.

He loved him and still loves him even though it hurts watching him with Ratchet. He knows it's his own fault though he should have gone after him.

Now he was all alone. The only good thing was at least his Amica was happy. Ratchet was good for him and he should be happy for him.

He ignored the pain in his spark as he walked into their apartment being hit with how in love they were. Ratchet and Drifts stuff was strewn all over making the whole apartment feel like home as they came together.

He tried to ignore it. Feeling like an outsider who was intruding on their home. He wanted to quickly shower and get out of there but the stupid gunk on him would not come off.

The more he washed the more he found and it was irritating. Under the paneling on his front felt sticky and uncomfortable almost unbearable given the sensitive areas it touched.

He was about to remove them but hesitated feeling embarrassed. He rarely ever took them off feeling a mix of shame and embarrassment.

Taking it off in someone else's home only made it worse. He debated leaving it and just dealing with the stickiness until his shower could be fixed. However he had no idea how long that would take and it was extremely uncomfortable.

Eventually he couldn't take it anymore and he removed both. After checking the roaster to make sure both Drift and Ratchet weren't coming home any time soon. He found more sticky gunk on his plating and set it to the side. Planning on washing it afterwards.

He worked on cleaning the rest of him up. Being carefully when he scrubbed his pouches He looked at the piercings on his nozzles and thought about getting different ones feeling as though he'd outgrown the one he was wearing. He also thought about changing the piercing on his belly.

Looking down he found his optics drawn to the tattoo he'd gotten in Nyon as a symbol of his fertility. He traced it sadly suddenly missing his home and wishing he could have Nyonian jewelry.

He was careful to wash his belly especially where his tanks rested knowing how sensitive they could be.

Once he was all clean he stepped out and dried himself off. Looking at his plating he grabbed it and began scrubbing at it. Except the gunk had time to sit and was now harder to get off.

He looked around trying to find a detail brush and then remembered Drift held extra in a hallway closet.

Opening the door he quickly walked over not paying attention as he focused solely on getting the brushes.

It wasn't until he heard a startled noise and the sounds of fans turning on that he jumped in surprise turning to look at Drift and Ratchet.

He immediately slapped a hand over his chest plating and ran back into the bathroom with tears in his optics. He grabbed his plating and threw it on as fast as he could. Wincing slightly when he pinched his pouches.

Leaving the bathroom he thanked Drift for letting him use it and before either could get a word in he was gone.

Drift and Ratchet looked at each other stunned and more aroused than they'd ever been. As they replayed the scene over and over again in their heads.

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Ratbat is hungry Hot Rod is trying to feed him and someone is rude.

Ratbat began to cry and he picked his sparkling up trying to soothe him. He could immediately tell he was hungry and Soundwave wrapped a blanket around him as he popped open his chest plating letting Ratbat eat.

He was rubbing his little one's back continuing his conversation with Soundwave when he heard someone make a noise of disgust.

He looked over confused when someone told him he was disgusting and that he should do that in private.

He blushed and Soundwave stood up enraged. The mech realized his mistake because he took a step back.

"What did you just say?"

"It's obscene. He should go somewhere private if he's going to do that."

"He's feeding our sparkling."

"He should still go somewhere private."

Soundwave growled.

"Our sparkling is hungry. He doesn't understand that we are out in public and just wants to be fed."

"Well maybe you should keep him inside. It's disgusting and he should be ashamed of himself."

The mech ranted and Soundwave punched him in the face knocking him out.

"Come on."

Soundwave helped him stand up and they walked away not wanting to be around the mech anymore.

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Part two of drift & ratchet seeing Rodimus with fertility piercings & tattoo?

No matter how much they fragged they couldn't get the image of Rodimus out of their minds and it was driving them crazy. Every time they thought about it they became unbearably horny.

He'd tried talking to his Amica about it but Rodimus always avoided his questions and that's when he managed to hunt him down so they could talk.

He didn't notice until now how little they'd been speaking. He'd been so busy with Ratchet and his new relationship he forgot about him...

Ratchet had a lot of questions and was currently trying to get Rodimus to the medbay. He didn't know he had piercings or a tattoo and wanted to update his files.

He was also hoping to get another look at them but Rodimus seemed determined to ignore him arguing that it wasn't necessary.

Their arguing had become so heated that people came to see what was happening thinking a fight was about to break out.

During their argument it was revealed to the rest of the crew about Rodimus piercings and tattoos and now multiple people were flirting with him wanting to see.

It was a mess and Rodimus seemed to be getting more irritated and uncomfortable. He'd tried talking to him and Rodimus had snapped at him before running away.

Ratchet felt guilty but Rodimus wouldn't even talk to him and then one day he announced that he was going to leave for a few weeks on his own personal mission.

They'd argued against it himself included. However Rodimus was determined and ignored all of them leaving on the rod pod to go who knows where.

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Ooooh but rodimus waking to his sparkling kicking his tanks making him have to run to the bathroom late at night.

Problem?

He’s too big to get up alone and he feels so bad

He woke with a jolt and rubbed his belly. Feeling another kick he groaned suddenly needing to pee.

With a whine he tried to sit up and found himself struggling. His large belly was getting in the way and he winced as his sparkling kept kicking.

"Shh it's okay little one."

He rubbed his belly and shifted in discomfort because he needed to pee. He clenched his legs trying to stop himself from peeing as he attempted to crawl out of bed.

His belly only made him struggle more and he found himself crying from frustration when he couldn't get out. He felt trapped and humiliated as he laid there feeling as though he was about to pee himself which would only make things worse.

Soundwave woke up to his mate crying and immediately went to his side giving him a worried look.

"Rodimus are you okay?"

"I can't get up."

His mate looked at him ashamed and he carefully helped him up watching as he frantically waddled to the fresher.

When he was done Rodimus walked back to bed looking embarrassed with tear tracks still on his face.

"Are you alright?"

"I couldn't get out of bed. I didn't mean to wake you I'm sorry Soundwave."

His mate pulled him closer as he cried feeling his emotions overwhelm him.

"I'm such a terrible mate. You need your sleep and I'm waking you up."

"No Rodimus don't say that you're a wonderful mate and I am happy to help."

He pulled Rodimus into bed comforting his upset mate until he fell asleep. He stayed awake a little longer trying to come up with a plan to make sure he didn't get trapped in their bed again.

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Dratchrod

Drift and ratchet meet up with Rodimus after finally tracking him down.

He’s holding a new sparkling while making dinner. They watch him for a moment before going inside.

Rodimus has been stubbornly refusing to answer their calls and both of them were worried. They went to his apartment and were shocked to find he'd moved.

The two of them had gone on a mission tracking him down. Wanting to know what happened and why he wouldn't answer their calls.

Drift was worried his Amica did something reckless and was now in trouble.

Their search was surpringly difficult and it seemed like Rodimus was no where on Cybertron or at least trying to cover his tracks. Which would imply that he was in danger.

Luckily Deadlock wasn't one of the best bounty hunters for nothing and after channeling some inner Deadlock he managed to locate him.

He was in a hidden cabin deep in the woods. Something neither of them could understand. Because it didn't seem like Rodimus at all.

Both of them were worried and went to check on him. The entire time Drift was worried about what they'd find. Scared his Amica had been killed or gotten himself into series trouble.

Ratchet had tried reassuring him but he was also worried about Rodimus.

They knew most people wouldn't do all this to track down a friend, not even an Amica. But they refused to acknowledge the real reason.

They thought there was something between them and Rodimus and then he suddenly disappeared. Even though they knew it was wrong part of them were hoping Rodimus was in danger and that's why he wasn't picking up their calls. They didn't want to believe he was avoiding them after that night.

It had been amazing for them and they thought Rodimus finally understood how much they loved him but in the morning when they woke up he was already gone.

Arriving at the cabin they gave each other nervous looks as they carefully peaked inside.

Drift gasped in shock when he saw Rodimus in the kitchen holding a sparkling while making dinner. Even from a distance it was obvious who the parents were and both of them stood there in shock.

They watched Rodimus take care of their sparkling for a moment longer until Ratchet couldn't take it anymore. Drift tried to stop him as he pounded on the door.

"Ratchet stop let's think about this for a moment we don't want to say something we'll regret."

The door suddenly opened and all three of them stood there frozen. It wasn't until the sparkling squirmed in Rodimus's arms that they were snapped out of it.

Rodimus took a step back in shock cradling his sparkling close and that's all Ratchet needed to barge in and demand answers.

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Soundwave boards the lost light and finds Rodimus room.

He quietly enters inside and tracks his signature to the wash racks where he sees Rodimus asleep in a hot oil bath.

Tanks large and round peaking from the oil with his pierced nozzles out.

He’s the perfect picture of fertility

He easily sneaks onto the Lost Light. Something that's good for him. Nut he'll need to talk to Rodimus about it. Not wanting him or his sparkling in danger in case the wrong person tries to sneak aboard.

When Rodimus had sent him a message telling him he was sparked he'd dropped everything and immediately took off to find him. It hadn't been easy and took longer than he'd liked but he finally made it.

He quickly walked down the hall anxious to see Rodimus. He'd missed him so much and couldn't wait to hold him in his arms. From the pictures he'd seen Rodimus looked amazing and seemed to glow from carrying.

Going to Rodimus room he easily unlocked the door and stepped inside. He looked around but didn't see Rodimus. Not until he noticed the light on in his fresher.

He opened the door slightly and found Rodimus nice and relaxed sleeping in a tub of hot oil.

He climbed inside wrapping his arms around Rodimus worried about him slipping under. He never wanted anything to happen to him or their sparkling.

He looked him over noticing his large belly. He carefully reached out and touched it.

"Hello little one's it's your sire."

He whispered rubbing his belly and admiring his beautiful mate. The pictures he sent him did not do him justice because he looked even better in person.

"So beautiful."

He kissed his cheek looking him over. If Rodimus wasn't asleep he'd frag him in the bath. With his perfect belly cradling their sparkling and his pierced nozzles out for anyone to see and touch.

He barely resisted touching them not wanting to wake his mate. He was working hard to make their sparkling and needed his rest.

Not wanting him to sleep in the tub and risk getting hurt. He carefully scooped him up and carried him to his bed.

He laid down next to him and cuddled his mate putting one hand on his belly. He thought about closing his chest plating but decided against it. Rodimus was probably in pain having them pressed against his chest plating and would enjoy having them out.

Kissing Rodimus on the forehead he pulled him closer and fell asleep knowing he'd be surprised tomorrow.

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Rodimus showing his sparkling sign language so they can communicate

Scooping his bitty into his arms he bounced him around and kissed his little forehead. He began signing while moving around the house getting chores done before Soundwave came home.

He hated doing chores but he didn't want his Conjunx to come home to a messy house after a long day of work.

His bitty cooed and he could see him following along. His little hands flapped as he tried to sign and it was so cute he felt like his spark would burst.

He couldn't always wear his hearing aids. Something that made him insecure and caused him to worry. He was scared his bitty would be calling for him and he couldn't hear him.

When they first brought him home he'd slept in the same room with him. One of his little hands was in his own. That way if he cried he'd feel the vibrations just in case his hearing aid didn't turn on.

Soundwave had been with him the entire time and helping him through it as he struggled with Post Partum depression and guilt over being deaf.

Wanting to be able to communicate with his sparkling no matter what happened. He began teaching him sign language just in case his audials didn't work.

"Look at you learning how to sign. You're going to be so good at it everyone will be so jealous.

He bounced him and his sparkling giggled.

"My cute little perfect sparkling."

He looked at his little one in amazement still in awe over having made him.

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Merformers Soundrod! Them looking over their lively litter of pups and being happily together after all they've been through.

One pup loves to cling to Roddy like a koala and Soundwave and Ratchet have to work together to coax the baby to let go when Roddy has to have his checkup because the birth was hard on Hot Rod and he's still recovering from it.

He cuddled against Soundwave looking at his pups in delight. It was everything he'd ever wanted and he loved all of them so much.

Soundwave was amazing and he loved getting to know him. It was crazy thinking his mate was practically a stranger.

While their pups slept they talked about their past comforting each other and promising to protect their family from anyone who would want to hurt them.

Ratchet was always checking in with them despite Soundwave's displeasure. He'd oftentimes growl at the man threatening to drown him if he came closer.

Ratchet had always wisely backed off until now. He wanted to check him over because the birth was hard and he was still recovering.

He wasn't fond of the idea but knew Soundwave would be there to protect him. Ratchet had also promised that he wouldn't go near his pups. He didn't want the land dwellers to hurt them.

Ratchet carefully entered the tank giving Soundwave a weary look when he had no problem voicing his displeasure.

Their pups were huddled behind them being blocked from view by both their parents. Except for one who was stubbornly clinging to his carrier.

He was the youngest and smallest in the group. Who'd immediately latched onto his carrier and was always cuddled against him. It was rare to see the two separated and it was never for long.

He watched as Soundwave tried to persuade the stubborn pup to join their siblings. The pup cuddled closer to their carrier looking upset at being disturbed from his nap.

Hot Rod was also trying to remove his pup looking guilty but knowing it was necessary. He wouldn't let his pups near him and when Ratchet tried to get closer they both growled making it clear the exam wasn't happening until the pup was off Hot Rod.

Ratchet watched the stubborn pup who was eventually removed from their carrier. They cried out in unhappiness and he could see the way it was affecting Hot Rod who wanted to cuddle his pup and comfort them.

Once they were cuddled with their siblings they relaxed and fell asleep with them. Noticing his mates distress Soundwave blamed him and was extra snappish during the exam.

He had to be extremely careful so he didn't upset either mer. Soundwave's optics never left until after he was out of the tank.

The two mers immediately going to their pups where they cuddled together and comforted them.

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Rodimus giving birth alone on the bed on the lost light.

Drift and ratchet walk in while he’a pushing covered in fluids

Dratchrod

He wailed feeling a contraction as his sparkling began to exit his gestation chamber. It hurt so much and he sobbed gripping the sheets.

Birthing fluids flooded out between his legs with each push and he leaned back limbs shaking from the strain.

It hurt so badly and even though he tried to keep quiet the pain overwhelmed him.

He vaguely thought about calling Ratchet but quickly dismissed that suggestion. No one could know he was a tank carrier. He wouldn't let them kill his sparkling.

He screamed knowing he had to push through. His spark was spinning rapidly in his chest and it felt like he was dying.

He whined more tears falling mixing with the blood starting to pool around him. He needed to get his sparkling out. He kept pushing for the next few hours. The pain was excruciating and he was so exhausted. He'd almost gave in multiple times and called Ratchet but he couldn't do that. He needed to protect his sparkling.

There was so much blood it was soaking the sheets. He couldn't stop shaking as he whimpered in pain. Black spots entered his vision and he felt like passing out.

Carrier instincts took over and he pushed. He screamed in pain too busy pushing to notice the door unlock.

He sobbed panting heavily as he pushed again this time looking shocked when he saw Drift and Ratchets worried faces.

"What are you doing here?"

He managed to say barely able to hold himself up.

"You forgot about movie night."

"I'm a little busy."

Ratchet snapped into action and got between his legs ignoring his protests. Drift climbed onto the bed and got behind him pulling him into his arms.

Despite his fear of losing his sparkling he found himself relaxing against Drifts chest feeling exhausted.

"I can feel the head you just need to push a little more."

He nodded screaming as he pushed. His valve stretching to impossible limits as he pushed his little one out.

He put all his strength towards pushing and didn't stop until he heard a cry.

He sobbed this time from happiness as he reached for his little one. He was so tired and he just wanted to sleep but his sparkling was more important. He needed to make sure they were okay.

Ratchet handed him his beautiful sparkling and he held him close. Staring at his little one in awe.

He could feel Ratchet and Drift watching nearby. They weren't stupid and knew the sparkling was there's however he didn't care.

They could talk about that when he was not about to pass out. All he cared about was his sparkling and if anyone tried to hurt him he didn't care how tired he was. He'd rip them to shreds.

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Rodimus sobbing over his sparkling learning to speak. He’s in love with his bitties baby talk

"Hello my sweet sparkling. Are you ready to get up today?"

He walked into his sparklings room smiling when his little one giggled happily.

"You are just like your sire able to get up early and smile about it."

He picked his sparkling up who cuddled against him and he nuzzled the top of his head.

"Are you happy to see me my love because I'm happy to see you."

He kissed his sparklings head not expecting a response when his sparkling began babbling.

He looked at him in surprise and felt tears fall as he listened to his little one attempt to speak.

"Can you say carrier?"

His little one squealed and babbled in his own little language while pointing at him. He found himself crying as he went to the kitchen where Soundwave was eating breakfast.

"Our sparkling is talking."

He cried with happiness as he snuggled his sparkling who babbled to them both in his cute little sparkling language.

"He's so perfect."

He looked at Soundwave who looked at their sparkling in awe. He reached for his sire who happily took him.

"Can you say sire?"

"No carrier."

"Sire."

They both hugged their bitty.

"No matter what your first word is we will always love you."

Their little one snuggled against his parents feeling happy and safe.

[theoceanoasis]

Rodimus going about his day when he notices his tanks are a little bloated.

He shrugs it off at first but when some months pass and its still there he begins to wonder whats going on. Its not squishy like frame gain usually is and he noticed he can’t lay on his stomach anymore

"I'm going to be late."

Even as he says this he still looks in the mirror making sure his paint doesn't need fixing. He frowned placing his hands on his belly when he noticed how bloated he looked in the mirror.

Glancing at the time he rushed out the door deciding to worry about it later as he met up with his Amica.

He didn't notice it much just assuming he ate too much or something. It happened to everyone and he assumed he'd be back to normal soon.

Except he wasn't and a few months later he started to worry that something was wrong. Soundwave was lying next to him asleep and he glared at him in envy. He'd been trying to sleep for the past few hours but couldn't get comfortable.

His stupid belly was in the way and it made him wonder what he was eating. He didn't understand why he was so big it was ridiculous.

He squirmed shifting again as his belly got in the way. He rubbed his belly and felt around noticing that it wasn't squishy like frame gain usually was. It was harder and felt different.

With shaking hands he turned on the lights ignoring Soundwave's grumbling as he suddenly had a strange feeling. He stared at his belly for a long moment as realization dawned.

He made a loud noise of surprise waking Soundwave who grabbed his gun.

"Hot Rod?"

He scanned the room for an intruder and then looked at him.

"What's going on?"

He blushed feeling a little bad for waking him.

"I'm sparked."

"What?"

Soundwave froze staring at him in shock.

"I'm sparked."

He rubbed his belly as if to prove his point.

"Are you sure?"

He nodded.

"Pretty sure."

Soundwave hugged him and he snuggled against his mate.

"This is wonderful news."

He started to cry from happiness and Soundwave kissed him. Both of them rubbed his belly deciding to see Ratchet first thing in the morning. Even though they tried to get more sleep. Neither of them could since they were both so excited.