#past soundrod

[cozzzynook]

Bro who tf invited Soundwave to the 'meet the family' dinner? And how is he still standing? Lmao, imagine meeting your boyfriend's family and seeing their ex just sitting at the table. 😂

Soundwave is always going to be apart of Rodimus family simply from history alone but also because they were conjunx at one point.

Would still be conjunx if not for a tragic event that wasn’t the war.

Rodimus doesn’t talk about it and Percy just says he invited Soundwave because it’s believable and he knows his bitty doesn’t want to talk about it but also to get under their plating

[theoceanoasis]

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.

[bean-pole-art]

Tidal Waves

fandom: Transformers relationship: SoundRod, mentions of Chromehide word count: 16340 rating: G summary: Planning out a surprise for Hot Rod, Soundwave seeks help from an unlikely ally.

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it's my bday! here's a treat from me to u owo

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A record scratch stopped the song that flew through his speakers.

“You’re staring,” he simply had to address this. Especially since subtlety was rarely Hot Rod’s forte.

“Nuh uh,” Hot Rod however persisted.

“Uh, yuh uh.”

“Where did you even learn that from?”

“The best,” underneath his mask, Soundwave cracked a smile. Still, he had to stand his ground firmly, “Hot Rod. My dear. Stop staring.”

“Well, I can’t do it, until you tell me what you’re up to,” Hot Rod scoffed playfully, crossing his arms right on the flames at his chest. Oh, he could stare at those flames forever.

“Why do I have to be up to something?”

“Oh, I know you well enough to know when you’re up to something. You keep changing your tracks, doing everything for me, you’re looking at Laserbeak the way you always do when you’re spark sharing,” he started counting on his digits, as nonchalantly as possible. Then he got closer to Soundwave, his brow ridges rising, “C’mon, ‘Waves. No way you’d get it past me.”

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[spiderscribe]

soundrod, roleswap, enemies to lovers, political alliance, happy ending

When the Quintessons invade Cybertron, famed killer Decepticon Hot Rod and compassionate Autobot Soundwave form a shaky, temporary truce so they can free everyone from the Loop. It’s up to them and their ragtag band of clowns enemies to get past the multiple murder attempts on each other and save the planet.

[lovelytayforce]

Soundrod scene

"Of Dreams and Mirrors" One day I'll finish it; Cyberverse @theoceanoasis Soundwave slumped a bit in his seat with the Autobot at his side, his servo swaying over the armrest. He could feel the contents of the cube move around. All of a sudden, his vision was filled with red and yellow. “Lemme take that from you before you spill it all over my floor.” She make me want to... Ah yes. More reminders of the fact he went over the border into Autobot territory against his leader’s wishes… The weight of the cube in his servos was gone. Just like his life… Go down lower, she make me wanna take it slower “You ruined me.” He spoke up suddenly as he leaned further into the couch, moreso listening than watching Rodimus move about his small area of a home. “Keep telling yourself that pal.” His audials picked up the signs of the sports car placing his cube down, now shuffling through his own inventory. “Come on. What’s wrong with you now? I thought you got over our whole different sides thing?” The slight slam of a cabinet seemed louder than it should have been to him. It's the thing that she do that got me on my knees yeah babe A charming laugh filled the room alongside the music that played on the radio. “Besides you know better than anyone, that no one is actually following the border rules.” “It’s not that.” The blue mech wanted to play music from his own speakers and get lost in the rhythm away from the realities of the world he lived in. Blue digits spread outward, touching nothing. There was a shift upon the couch, his helm lifted upwards to see Rodimus sitting on the armrest, looking down at him. “Then what is it? Sorry, but I can’t mindread like you can.” A gray servo met blue in the emptiness of the air. I’m here to give her and serve what she likes yeah “My leader is up to something,” Soundwave spoke simply, there was nothing else to say about it. He could tell, he’d known the mech long enough to see when he was desperate. And he was so very obvious in his desperation. He could feel the fans and warmth of Rodimus’ frame near his frame and he wanted to. She make it so good, I don’t want to leave yeah This wasn’t enough. He watched that beaming red helm tilt, azure optics squinting and looking down at him with a smirk he was becoming accustomed to. “Isn’t Megatron always up to something? That’s kind of his thing.” Their servos swayed with one another, and he focused on that. “That’s not the point..” His visor dulled a bit at the thought. “He’s up to something...without me…” Without telling me, informing me. It was all so different from what he was used to. “And that bothers you?” From what he knew. And yet, what did he know now? He knew Rodimus’ company was welcomed. Desired even. I may finish late but I’m on time “Yes.” He replied a bit more reluctantly than he had wanted but it seemed as if his spark wanted to give more and more to the Autobot that had led them through one of their darkest moments. He felt that shrug not only physically but through the other mech's nonchalant field. “Then why not talk to him or ask one of his friends what’s up?” Rodimus was pulling their intertwined servos from the emptiness and onto the armrest. Onto something physical as he leaned ever so closer to his lap. I know I’m breaking a sweat but I’m not losing “Does he even have friends?” His left servo finally reached out to that waist, past warm flames that held a spark he would very much refer to as Primely. Optimus Prime, be damned. He physically shook his helm as his optics met Rodimus’ “No. I’m not doing that.” That knowing smile just would not leave. “Why?” “Because. I don’t do that.” He was rewarded with a full-blown laugh from the Autobot. No, his partner. “Note to self, Decepticons are antisocial at spark.” And he kept his hold on the bright sports car pulling him closer and leaning his helm into the crook of his neck cables for what was to come next. He let the bass boost through his own speakers, ratting the plating between their frames. “Silence.” Because tonight you’ll be all mine

[mimikartistry]

WIP Titles Meme

RULES: Post 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! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

tagged by: @black--blizzard

Buckle the fuck up bc I've got WIPs comin out of every orifice and most of these (if not all) will never be finished and posted lol

Diary of a One-Time Prime (Rodimus-centric)

Too Little, Too Late (Megarod)

Sick of Losing Soulmates (Snippets of Chromedome's past w/ his ex-husbands)

Kaleidoscope (Megarod)

Senator Shockwave's School For Gifted Mecha (Inspired by Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children)

For Now, And For Always (SoundRod)

Afterword (TideAid)

All's Fair In Love and Time Travel (Simpatico)

Throwing Stones (Megarod)

Take It Out On Me (Skids/Quark)

Wildfire (Thunderrod)

Unique In All The Universe (Wrift)

Merformers Driftrod

Hanahaki Wrift

Bad At Love (Drift-centric)

There are also more that I've posted like, one or a few chapters of but have been abandoned lol. And also a bunch of things I have ideas for, but not fleshed out at all lol

get tagged: @heliopauseentertainments @dangerouslyclassyhottub @altraviolet :)

[connecformers]

Intro post becauaee i like making them

Hello! I am Bee :3 This is just a silly blog I made to keep track of my headcanons or any silly ideas I have past my bedtime. I’ll also post some doodles here occasionally as well

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My main ships are (In no particular order): -Megop (Megatron x Optimus Prime) -Starbee (Starscream x Bumblebee) -Thunderwarp (Thundercracker x Skywarp) -Wavewave (Soundwave x Shockwave) -Cliffage (Cliffjumper x Mirage) -Jazzprowl (Jazz x Prowl) -Dratchet (Drift x Ratchet)

My secondary/side ships are: -Starprowl (Starscream x Prowl) -Skystar (Skyfire x Starscream) -Breakbee (Breakdown x Bumblebee) !!ES ONLY!! -Trineshipping/Trinebee (Skywarp x Thundercracker x Starscream x Bumblebee) -Soundrod (Soundwave x Hot Rod) -Rodimags (Rodimus x Ultra Magnus)

Only ship art I will post will be main ships with occasional side ships :3 Maybe someday I'll do rqs, but not rn- Last edited 11/10/2024

[of-nyon]

so this is a fic that has been sat on my computer for a while and isn't really going anywhere so i may as well post the wip? Anyway here's Soundrod humanformers office AU (ft megastar and whatever the Skywarp/TC ship name is)

“You need a boyfriend,” Starscream announced, totally out of the blue as he came over to ruin Soundwave's concentration.

“Negative.” Soundwave didn't even look up, his fingers not pausing for a moment as they flew across the keys.

“Girlfriend, then! Mistress, boytoy, fling, I don't care, something!”

“Negative.” With Starscream, it was usually best to weather out whatever nonsensical scheme he had that day by simply ignoring him. He'd wear himself out, then go and complain to Megatron that no-one listened to him, and everything would be normal.

“Aha,” Starscream said, leaning forward like he had a juicy secret he was about to share. “It'll be in the public's interest.”

Aside from the fact that wasn't remotely what that term meant, Soundwave did hesitate, thinking of the likely PR and headlines Starscream had in mind.

The tiny pause cost him. Starscream took it as a victory.

“Hah! You see, I'm right, like always!”

“Negative.”

“Oh, is that the only word you know how to use?!”

And, because he'd left himself wide open and Soundwave was not above being petty, he replied:

“Negative.”

“Oh, fine!” Starscream threw his hands up in disgust. “I'll do it myself!”With that, he stormed off, rather than explain just what had gotten into him.

Soundwave sighed as he continued working in the blessed silence. Starscream was probably just bubbling over with his new relationship with Megatron (well, 'new' as in it was finally official) and wanted to inflict his feelings on everyone else.

He put the incident out of his mind. Everything would go back to normal soon enough.

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“Hey dude,” Frenzy's voice called out over the gunfire and police sirens of the current video game they were enamoured with this week. “Pizza's in the fridge.”

Pizza? Soundwave frowned as he hung his coat up. That hadn't been in today's meal plans; it was scheduled as a treat for Friday.

“Yeah, Screamer totally tried to bribe us!” Rumble hooted as a loud crash from the game, followed by an “Oh, come on!” from Frenzy, implying an achieved victory. Or abject failure, from Frenzy's perspective. As long as they were having fun. “Something about a boyfriend? Are you dating again?”

“Negative.” Soundwave came into the main living room and sat down on the couch. Rumble and Frenzy scooted aside to make room in the middle for him as they paused the game – something much more entertaining was on the horizon for them, if their twin grins were anything to go by.

“Okay, cuz, like, I remember whatzisname.”

“Mirage,” Soundwave supplied with a sigh. He was never going to live that one down. “Starscream: over-excited about own relationship with Megatron. It will pass.”

“Not if the media has anything to say about it, they're gaga over those two.”

“And TC and Skywarp,” Frenzy added. “Seems everyone wants to watch Decepticons getting into relationships.”

Under the weight of their expectant gazes, Soundwave shook his head, and the twins breathed a collective sigh of relief. He was happy where he was. He and his family were safe, and he was working towards something he believed in.

Starscream's fervor would pass. When he got so focused on his own victory to the exclusion of everything else, his plans tended to do one of two things: fizzle out, or blow up in his face. Either way, Soundwave just had to wait out the storm.

“Who's winning?” He asked. An obvious change of topic, but it worked every time, as the immediate argument that followed settled things into more normal, familiar territory.

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“I'm here to see, uh, Starscream.”

“I'll get it!” Starscream leapt to his feet, bustling past Soundwave before he could reply over the intercom. Soundwave shrugged. Dealing with visitors wasn't exactly his forte. He went back to his work on the inbox, zealously filtering out the spam and trash that wasn't worth a second look – he suspected Starscream kept signing them up to mailing lists for his own personal use, but he had no proof – and highlighting anything actually worth someone's time, always at such a premium in Megatron's busy office.

Well, Soundwave was busy, anyway.

“–so glad you took the offer,” Starscream said, returning with his visitor peeking out curiously behind him. Soundwave spared him a glance; mid-to-late twenties, redhead, gaudy jacket. Very blue eyes.

“Everyone, attention!” Starscream called, puffed up in front of outside company. “This is Hot Rod, he and I are going to be working together on...a secret.”

“Whoah.” Skywarp, the only other person in the office this early, sat up a little as he turned around. Soundwave could see his screen, and the fact that he was playing some browser game that appeared to involve acquiring and then caring for brightly coloured creatures. It was the sort of thing Rumble and Frenzy would dismiss as 'for babies' – no guns, explosions, or racing cars. Privately, as in that he would take it to his grave before admitting it out loud, Soundwave could see the appeal. “Isn't that Prime's kid?”

That did get Soundwave's attention. Turning his seat fully around to assess the newcomer, yes – he hadn't been in the news as much as his father, but that was certainly Optimus Prime's son.

“Yeah, I got my own personality and everythin',” Hot Rod called back, stepping out from behind Starscream as Megatron's eternal Second suddenly seemed to realise that things were starting to go south.

“Now, now!” Starscream latched on to Hot Rod's arm with what Soundwave knew from experience wasn't enough to hurt – that would reflect poorly on him, of course – but was certainly enough for anyone to reconsider whatever they were doing. Those nails were sharp. “Why don't we ignore Skywarp, and go – somewhere else? Also, this is Soundwave.” The way he said it, plus the way he intently locked his gaze with said Decepticon, was more than enough to alert Soundwave that Something Was Up. A glance at Hot Rod was no use; he was still glaring at Skywarp.

“Oh, hi.” The casual glance and the offhand way Hot Rod said it before he was dragged away made Soundwave relax slightly. Starscream often had many plans on the boil; this must be something else, something most likely intended to get at Prime in some way. Starscream had probably already forgotten his silly idea from yesterday.

“Does Megatron know about this secret thing?” Skywarp yelled at their retreating backs, but the only reply was a slammed door as Starscream corralled his guest into the one side-room he'd claimed as his own office.

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Skywarp spent the next hour on the phone with Thundercracker, alternating between sweet nothings and loud gossip and speculation, wondering what Starscream was up to this time. Others began to filter in as the morning passed. Megatron arrived at 9AM sharp, exchanging greetings and nodding at Soundwave. Skywarp hung up the phone, clicked away from his browser game, and started to at least pretend to look through his emails.

“Starscream: up to something,” Soundwave announced, watching Megatron for his reaction. He sighed.

“When is he ever not?” Megatron mused. “Where is he?”

“In the back, with a guest.” Soundwave hesitated slightly, because this was probably going to get the boy into trouble, but on the other hand, it was best it was stopped now if that was the case. “Rodimus Prime.”

“What-?” Megatron sucked in a breath. “Prime's boy?” Soundwave nodded.

“Starscream!” Megatron abruptly turned and marched towards the small office Starscream had yet to emerge from. There was silence from the other staffers as Megatron went inside and firmly shut the door behind him, cutting off Starscream's startled squawk of outrage.

After a few seconds, Skywarp got up and went to eavesdrop next to the door.

Nothing much happened for a while. Soundwave started drafting replies to emails that were actually important.

[transfemstarscream]

Cyberverse constantly shelved super well-written girl characters and all I ever see is people angry about Drift and talking about how SoundRod is basically canon and invented gay rights.

cyberverse had gave us more female characters ever seen in a transformers show, each with different and varied designs along with their own motivations and personalities; the show was probably the first ever show to establish not one but TWO female deceptions, slipstream and shadow striker, who has since then appeared in newer transformers media. this is deserved, as cyberverse was very good in making well-written female characters, but unfortunately constantly shelved and forgot about them despite them being objectively more interesting than their male counterparts.

shadow striker, unlike slipstream, was not killed off; instead, the show inevitably became her own, as she not only proved herself to be a great leader, but also grew over her own hardships while never truly changing majorly personality wise. she was able to grow from a past of pain and revenge-seeking from a still aloof but otherwise well-meaning person.

but instead of her the only things the fandom wants to talk about instead is her less interesting, duller male friend and the 54th m/m ship of the week as they complain that the show didn't follow their favorite IDW continuity.

[nonbinarybrainstorm]

Is the ask box still open? May I ask for Hot Rod/Soundwave content?? Please and Thankyou ❤️❤️

I got your other message not to worry

Some spicy Cyberverse Soundrod coming right up

Additional content: public sex, possessive themes, mild masochism, wall sex

Of course he just had to get a darker paint job. It’s because he’s been through a lot, because he needed a change, Soundwave knows this but can’t help the ideas and connections his processor makes with the black paint and scorching flames glaring in his vision. It’s loud and still undeniably vibrant much like Hot Rod himself but now there’s new context and a deeper meaning. There’s a need, a claim for power that’s so Decepticon but Soundwave knows that he can’t mention that, it’s not what Hot Rod had intended. Even so, it makes Soundwave feel that Hot Rod had somehow become more… obtainable. It’s a ridiculous notion for sure even with the tentative truce that’s formed that he could spend some more time with the Autobot, that he could ask Hot Rod out for fuel, that he could run his hands over his dark plates, that he could push Hot Rod up against a wall… Soundwave shakes his helm and regains focus on the mechs in front of him. Hot Rod had been talking to Bumblebee about something from their past, a race or that’s what they had been talking about when Soundwave had spaced out, ogling Hot Rod’s paint job. Bumblebee leaves, called to another task by comm with only Hot Rod and Soundwave standing in the corridor.

Soundwave tries to think of something to say but Hot Rod beats him to it, “Heh, sorry about that. Didn’t mean to bore you…”

He rubs the back of his helm a little bashfully as though he was actually embarrassed, he probably was. Soundwave knows that his rather… placid body language comes off as unimpressed at best and intimidating at worst but that’s not at all how he wants Hot Rod to feel. A faint buzzing, foreign and insistent, hums in Soundwave’s lines.

“Admittedly racing isn’t one of my own interests.” Soundwave rolls his shoulders and tosses his helm back in an attempt to be casual but it comes off more smug than anything, “However, you seemed to enjoy it. I’m sure it’s different for those with racing frames.”

“Yeah…” Hot Rod looks off to the side, his smile going crooked with amusement then he returns his optics to Soundwave, “So, where were you?” When Soundwave narrows the light of his visor at him, he taps Soundwave’s helm, “I mean what were you thinking about?”

Soundwave catches Hot Rod servo in a gentle but firm grip and moves it from his helm but doesn’t let go.

“Your paint job,” Soundwave admits, not seeing any harm in divulging that much.

This has an unexpected effect on Hot Rod, he tenses and his servo flexes in Soundwave’s and his smile disappears making Soundwave’s spark shift uncomfortably in his chest.

“Is it that bad?” Hot Rod mutters off to the side, “I know it was kind of a dramatic change but I thought it looked cool…”

In a surge of trepidation, Soundwave grabs Hot Rod by the shoulders and steps forward to get closer only to set Hot Rod off balance so he stumbles back into the wall. Hot Rod makes a sound of surprise and grabs Soundwave’s arms to stabilize himself, looking at Soundwave when he’s against the wall. He stalls, staring at that red visor and knowing now, with experience, that Soundwave only has two settings: perfectly calm or completely dramatic that Soundwave doesn’t mean to hurt him. The intensity is still surprising. It’s just a paint job after all, there’s no need to worry too much about it. He could just change it if it looks bad. However, with the way Soundwave’s servos sliding over his armor, passing over his shoulders to settle on his arms, Hot Rod doesn’t think that’s the issue.

“Quite the opposite,” Soundwave assures him in a low tone Hot Rod’s never heard from him before.

Hot Rod swallows to hold back that cheeky smile threatening to break on his face. There was no mistaking the way Soundwave is looking at him now or the way his servos flex now that they’re actually on Hot Rod making a bubble of excitement burst in Hot Rod’s spark. Now that he knows what’s up, there’s no way he was going to let Soundwave off the hook so, he might as well play it up. Hot Rod turns his helm to the side, feigning dejection in a way that exposed his neck cables to Soundwave.

“Come on, it’s okay.” Hot Rod shrugs and smiles coyly, “I know the flames aren’t to everybody’s taste…”

Soundwave leans in closer, taking the bait only to stop short and clear his intake much to Hot Rod’s disappointment.

“I think they suit you,” Soundwave mumbles low, his course voice lowering to a soft growl.

“Glad you think so.” Hot Rod doesn’t hide his cheeky grin this time and pulls Soundwave closer.

Soundwave feels the brush of Hot Rod’s faceplate’s against his and runs his hands unconsciously over Hot Rod’s chest along the flame decals and sucks in air through his vents that’s shockingly cool in comparison to the warm frame under his fingers. Then, he presses his faceplate against Hot Rod’s neck with a static kiss as he trails his hands to Hot Rod’s hips. Hot Rod pulls Soundwave fully against him, pressing them together so he can feel the rapidly increasing pulse of Soundwave’s spark in his own chest. With another sharp invent, Soundwave feels Hot Rod’s cables between his seams and runs a finger over a hot fuel line getting Hot Rod to gasp. It’s such a lovely sound that Soundwave searches for every spot on Hot Rod’s frame that gets him to gasp and moan softly, tugging on seams and pressing his face against the fuel line at Hot Rod’s neck to send energy coursing through his lines. Hot Rod chuckles but it’s quickly cut off with another moan as Soundwave digs into his hips.

“You know if you like my paint job so much…” Hot Rod trails of as Soundwave peppers more static kisses over the plating around his collar then regains his voice, “How about we get some transferred onto you?”

Soundwave stills and pulls back to look at Hot Rod who’s now completely flushed, running hot and panting softly with his hands still rubbing along Hot Rod’s hips, his thumbs catching the edges of Hot Rod’s array. Hot Rod shrugs, his smile faltering as he loses some confidence but that’s quickly remedied by Soundwave hooking his hands under Hot Rod’s thighs and lifting him. With his hips between Hot Rod’s thighs, Soundwave grinds against him, his codpiece catching against Hot Rod’s, the heat between them increasing as charge transfers between them.

Soundwave presses his face against Hot Rod’s audial and growls, “Open for me.”

Hot Rod wraps his legs around Soundwave’s hips and obeys, his spike pressurizing between them and valve cover sliding free. Soundwave grinds against Hot Rod’s spike, the hot, flexible cabling rubbing easily against his pelvic plating, already slick with pre-fluid. Letting himself pressurize, Soundwave grunts as his spike brushes against Hot Rod’s and moans into Hot Rod’s audial as Hot Rod takes both of their spikes in one hand. Soundwave hisses as the ridges of their spikes catch with every thrust as Hot Rod squeezes down harder and harder, his vents going ragged as his cooling fans turn up to full. Gently, he moves Hot Rod’s hand away and shifts their position so his spike is pressed up against Hot Rod’s valve. Hot Rod tugs at Soundwave’s helm and moves him so that their helms are pressed together as Soundwave slides his spike between Hot Rod’s folds. Scratching the paint of Soundwave’s shoulders, Hot Rod drags his fingers down Soundwave’s back as the ridges of his spike catch Hot Rod’s node and tease his entrance. Thick lubricant covers Soundwave’s spike and starts to run down Hot Rod’s thighs.

“I want you inside me already,” Hot Rod pleads, his hips following every pass of Soundwave’s spike, “Take me, claim me.”

Soundwave grunts and grips Hot Rod’s hips in a harsh grip that makes Hot Rod yelp and cling to Soundwave.

“Careful, Hot Rod,” Soundwave growls a low warning in Hot Rod’s audial, “We Decepticons can be rather possessive when given the chance.”

Hot Rod moans and nods, pressing kisses against Soundwave’s helm and says, “Well, maybe sometimes we Autobots like to be possessed.”

Delight floods Soundwave’s spark and he pushes into Hot Rod who pulls in Soundwave as much as he can with his legs, a delightful burn forming in his valve as Soundwave’s spike stretches him open.

“All the way,” Hot Rod moans, “I want you all the way now.”

“I don’t want to hurt-”

Hot Rod cuts him off, “I want it.”

Soundwave hesitates for a moment before hilting himself into Hot Rod fully, groaning at the feeling of Hot Rod’s hot valve around his spike. Hot Rod gasps and moans at the burn his valve that fades away as Shockwave rocks into him, grinding the head of his spike against the entrance to Hot Rod’s gestation tank. When Hot Rod nods, Soundwave thrusts slow and hard into him, his hips rubbing harshly against Hot Rod’s thighs. The thought of having dark, black marks on his blue plating to show everyone what he’d done forms in his mind and drives him to thrust harder into Hot Rod, his valve making obscene noises with every thrusts as their plates scrape roughly against each other. The sharp pain from the scrapes make Hot Rod gasp and he can feel his valve tighten around Soundwave’s spike, every sharp peak of pain mixing with the pleasure and driving Hot Rod closer to the edge. Soundwave had Hot Rod in his hands, his valve around his spike as he made the sweetest sounds pushing Soundwave closer to the edge.

“Hey S- whoa!” a voice stops Soundwave cold and he looks to see Acidstorm in the hall they’re in, frozen in shock.

“Leave,” Soundwave orders, his voice dark with rage and Acidstorm goes racing down the hall.

Hot Rod can feel his spark jump in his chest with fear and embarrassment at the sight of Acidstorm’s retreating form the memory that they’re still in the hallway hitting him like a block of ice. Seeming to not care they were seen, Soundwave starts thrusting into him again hard and Hot Rod nearly forgets everything.

“We should-” Hot Rod gasps and moans as Soundwave presses another static kiss to his neck, “We should go somewhere more private.”

“Any Decepticon that sees us will know better than to interfere,” Soundwave doesn’t slow down as he pants in Hot Rod’s audial, “Any Autobot that sees us will have to deal with me.”

Hot Rod thinks of one of his friends seeing him like this with Soundwave’s spike in him while he’s pinned against a wall and instead of shame he feels his charge build. He shakes it from his processor and focuses on the mech in front of him, looking down to see black streaks on Soundwave’s thighs. Leaning in, he bites Soundwave’s neck, groaning deep in his chest and gasps as hot transfluid floods his valve, spilling into his tank. Soundwave doesn’t slow down, transfluid and lubricant streaming from Hot Rod’s valve until Hot Rod cries out, his hips spasming on Soundwave’s spike as his valve flutters around it, trying to get every bit of transfluid as it can. Hot Rod falls limp in Soundwave’s arms, gasping and panting, and makes a soft noise when he feels himself be removed from the wall and carried down the corridor. In his temporary room, Soundwave sets Hot Rod down on the berth and finally pulls out of him then fetches a cloth to wipe them both down before crawling into the berth alongside Hot Rod.

He pulls Hot Rod into his arms and holds him tightly to his chest, venting in slowly, delighting in how perfectly Hot Rod fits in his arms and places a static kiss against Hot Rod’s helm. A few moments pass and Hot Rod feels recovered enough to stand so he begins to get up only to be pulled back down by Soundwave.

“I told you,” Soundwave whispers, “We Decepticons can be rather possessive when given the opportunity. I don’t just want a quick frag, Hot Rod. I will make you my mate and one of the most revered mechs in the optics of the Decepticons.”

Hot Rod’s optics go wide and he hides his face in Soundwave’s chest, “Isn’t that a bit fast?”

Soundwave hums and rubs Hot Rod’s back to soothe him, “If you don’t want this, you’re welcome to refuse…”

Hot Rod knows Soundwave enough now to detect the inconsistencies in his voice to know at least his general mood and right now he’s upset but Hot Rod knows he means it. He means it but doesn’t want it. Hot Rod snuggles in close to Soundwave and shakes his helm.

“I could try it out…” Hot Rod shrugs, “See how things go.”

Soundwave’s engine turns over so fast it startles Hot Rod but the heavy rumbles of Soundwave’s engine quickly calm him and he smiles to himself as Soundwave clings to him. His smile falters only a little as he rubs his plating over his gestation tank well aware of what might happen now.

[amaltheeia]

bingeing the whole third season of cyberverse in one day may have been lacklustre in terms of exam prep but it did wedge the idea into my brain for (dark-ish) soundrod!

warnings for coercion, mentioned death, an unhealthy relationship

just. soundwave becoming so frustrated with leadership post-quintesson apocalypse that he plots to remove both leaders and build something else from the ground up. surely they would be much more triumphant if megatron cared less about his ego. ending the war is also a nice bonus. 

optimus is also a problem. he’s got ideas for cybertron that don’t sit well with soundwave. optimus can’t guarantee the safety of his decepticons. they’re just not compatible. besides, they can’t issue in a new era if an artifact--a symbol--of the past is walking around. 

the autobots won’t accept him or his ideas for peace, so he needs someone on their end to be the receiver. someone who can advocate for him and his intentions. who better than hot rod, who he begrudgingly harbours some affection for?

after the deed is done (a clever maneuver orchestrated by soundwave but not committed by his own hands, to make the whole process smoother (maybe he plants evidence to suggest megatron’s less-than-rosy intentions for the future of their civilization to turn the last of his soldiers against him after he’s “killed” optimus)), hot rod puts the pieces together very quickly. he’s still grieving for optimus when soundwave propositions him on the spot.

soundwave’s not going to be the new leader of the decepticons. he’s going to be spearheading an entirely new movement. but he needs the trust of all cybertronians if they’re going to put this to rest.

hot rod can join him as the co-ruler of a peaceful cybertron, or die.

they worked well together in combat, and could probably be even better out of it! the only way to bring the era of war to a close is to replace both leaders. it isn’t enough to just have a council or senate either. soundwave’s relationship with a public figure needs to be a bit closer than that.

it's necessary. its what hot rod once wanted. and he won’t be alone. all cybertronians can feel confident knowing there’s one from each side up there. 

eventually ending with two leaders, one not there by choice. it’s a better future than what might have been, but it came at a grave cost. hot rod doesn’t have substantial evidence to prove anything with, and what would come from exposing the ex-decepticon anyway? more violence?

he puts his personal feelings aside, at least in public. leaders have to make sacrifices.

(and soundwave gets what he’s wanted all this time)

[cozzzynook]

Dratchrod: meeting the family and discovering that the two people you thought your boyfriend could be interested in are in fact his family. Said boyfriend also has a bad history with love and has a very protective family.

They spent like, the last two hours cooking and baking to prepare for this family dinner, with Rodimus hoping it would also get the stress out his carrier. We got grandsire Kup at the head of the table looking (mostly) friendly enough, Perceptor looking at Ratchet and Drift with suspicion, and Brainstorm by his side who seems very happy to be included.

Big sister Firestar is the only other one who's smiling, clearly cautious but also trying not to scare them away, then there's uncle Spinister who's confused and participating in his first family dinner since before the war. Oh, and the rest of the scavengers came because they heard Spinister was cooking with the rest of his family. Maybe good cooking is an inherited skill.

Rodimus: meet my family! Or at least the ones onboard, Flareup's too busy to call.

Drift and Ratchet, realizing there's still a lot of things they don't know about Rodimus:

I love this idea!

They meet his family yes but then they meet someone unexpected who actually gives them a run for their shanix…someone they didn’t see coming…

The mech who would’ve been Roddy’s conjunx if not for a painful moment that truly hurt them before the war.

Soundwave.

[theoceanoasis]

I'm very curious now after reading the story of Percy rejecting Dratchetrod. Who would Percy approve of being with Hot Rod? Soundrod? Megarod? Rodimags? I must know who you think deserves to be with Rodders!

Some people would say that he didn't think anyone was good enough for his bitty and that was mostly true. Everyone who tried to court Hot Rod was unworthy and only wanted to frag his sparkling and then leave him.

He refused to let anyone break his spark which is why he was determined to chase them all away.

Hot Rod might not like it, but eventually he'll understand that he's doing what's best for him.

Drift and Ratchet had backed off and were leaving Hot Rod alone. He'd been sad about it for a while but was slowly starting to heal.

In their place came others like Megatron and Ultra Magnus.

He absolutely refused to let Megatron court his bitty. He was a war criminal who not only killed Hot Rod but also hurt him on numerous occasions.

There was also the risk that he was going to die when they found the knights of Cybertron and he refused to let his bitty go through that pain.

He would have begrudgingly accepted Ultra Magnus because he would have been good for his bitty and he knows Hot Rod liked him. The only problem was that he was in a relationship with Megatron which was unacceptable. He didn't want Hot Rod near him. He didn't care if he changed he still killed his sparkling and he would forever hold a grudge.

Thunderclash had also shown his interest numerous times in the past and has been very sweet. He'd always come by and check on Hot Rod bringing him little gifts to help him feel better.

He was someone he could approve of. Thunderclash was strong and could protect his sparkling from anyone who wanted to hurt him. He also cared about Hot Rod a lot and it was obvious to everyone around that he was in love with him and would do anything for him.

The only problem is that Hot Rod wasn't interested in him. He didn't like Thunderclash at all and seemed annoyed with his presence which confused him. He was hoping that maybe once he moved on from Drift and Ratchet he'd give him a chance.

When Hot Rod got over his crush he was so happy that he started to look for potential suitors for his sparkling. He was so busy that he didn't even notice Hot Rod sneaking around with someone. Until he accidentally caught them together.

He stared in shock as Soundwave of all people held his bitty and immediately yelled. He tried threatening him in private which didn't work. Apparently the two of them have known each other for a lot longer than he realized.

They used to be in a relationship before the war and were forced to separate during the war and now that it was over Soundwave wasn't going to lose him again.

Even after all this time and dealing with the war the two of them still loved each other and no matter what he did, Soundwave would never leave Hot Rod.

Although he didn't like it he didn't have much of a choice. Hot Rod loved him and Soundwave wasn't leaving him anytime soon.

[bean-pole-art]

the present is ours

fandom: Transformers relationship: SoundRod word count: 3030 rating: G warnings: discussions of survivor's guilt summary: Sometimes Hot Rod can't believe how lucky he is. Or rather, he simply doesn't want to believe.

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dedicated to lovely ppl who participated in my poll <3

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Time and time again, a thought barraged right at Hot Rod’s processors – how could it all be real?

Memories spiraling before his optics, ones that showed him exactly how the past had been. Hot Rod remembered the time before the war. Visions of the distant past were always filled with bright shades and skies which shined in the hues of the brightest blue imaginable. He remembered racing through the streets of Nyon and greeting everyone on his way. It wouldn’t be an overstatement if Hot Rod said he could still recall everyone’s names. Good old Nyon, the city of progress, where in his youth he provided everything the spark desired to the citizens, as the local delivery mech.

Fair share of visions also included close by Iacon City. That was where he had met his dear friends Arcee and Bumblebee, where he watched The Cube tournaments and shared countless laughs. Nyon was the city rising before his optics. Iacon City, however, already achieved its greatness. The sight of the urban streets, the feeling of getting patched up by the medical team after another not too friendly exchange, the sound of the wonderous first speeches by Optimus Prime, the scent of nearby cyber-trees and the taste of Maccadam’s sweetest energon poured for him.

All while beneath his pedes the Cybertron as he knew it, was crumbling down.

read the rest here!

[spiderscribe]

UMM TEE HEE

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🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

I've had cyberverse soundrod rotating through my brain for the past few days so...to most bots' surprise, Hot Rod is the one who prefers to keep the details of their relationship private. He'll talk about how much fun he has with Soundwave and how happy they are together, but specifics like his sheer delight whenever he and Soundwave fight side by side, or the fondness in Soundwave's expression when they're alone? He keeps those to himself.

Meanwhile Soundwave is perfectly fine with oversharing any and all facts about his and Hot Rod's life together so he can show off their relationship. Often, he's weaponizing this as a way to put off others and get them to leave him alone. Other times, like when it's just him and Shadow Striker hanging out, he's genuinely happy to not shut up about Hot Rod. And Shadow Striker thinks it's almost cute, even if there's some details Soundwave shares that she'd really rather not know.

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

Ooh so I have an original story idea I've been working on (and by working on, I mean I have a 6000+ word outline but I have not written a single word of the actual story) and I've got a notes page for jotting down any little ideas or flashes of inspiration I want to remember—I added to it this morning.

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

There's probably much weirder topics I've researched in the past, but I recently went diving (heh) into deep ocean geography and the ridiculously high number of very weird creatures that live that far down. Unfortunately, for fic purposes I'm going to have to ignore a lot of my research on this topic or else the story details won't make sense :(

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

WHAT DO YOU FEAR MOST? is slowly typed across the screen in blocky green glyphs. “I fear nothing!” Megatron snarls. The question is wiped off the screen, replaced by a single word. LIAR. Silver flashes as Megatron levels his fusion cannon at the terminal. His cannon powers on with a high-pitched whine that echoes in the small space.

(despite the extreme tone shift, this is actually from the soundstar fic lmao)

[rokudaimeow]

IDC IF ITS PAST MY LUNCHTIME I AM FINISHING THIS SOUNDROD EDIT