#ratchet: drift are you high

[a-wynterwonderland]

"Cybertronians don't have lungs" okay but imagine how many of them would be weed smokers if they did. Half of the Lost Light would get thrown into the brig, Whirl would pass out blunts like they were candy (Don't take them), Brainstorm would figure out how to make their version of edibles, nobody knows where they're getting it from but Megatron had to physically restrain Magnus from interrogating the entire crew about it. Rodimus is like "lol. lmao" about it

[transingthoseformers]

actually nothing stops us from making up situations for tfone dratchet/ratchlock, considering how we know Ratchet was one of the cogless mecha amongst the background

[madcoincidence]

Here is that sitcom idea for @keferon 's tf mecha universe. I couldn't decide what to call this, officeverse or mockverse. The Office is a type of sitcom called mockmentary. So it could be either or really.

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[keferon]

Okay- I adore the Mecha AU.. so now I have to share MY terrible idea, dunno if anyone has said this yet but- you remember that in pacific rim when Raleigh & Mako DRIFT and they both experience each other’s trauma?

What if that happened with Jazz & Prowl?

Like-

One day Prowl starts noticing a difference in Jazz's behavior, noticing how he would suddenly tense up or flinch whenever somebody suddenly started speaking loud or in the morning he’d notice how he was soaked in sweat and shakily making his way to the wash racks. Whenever he’d ask if he was alright he was always met with a smile and a reassuring remark, yet he knew something was off and he wanted to help.

So then (once he’s fully healed) he suggests to Jazz that they should do trust exercises under the guise that since he doesn’t have another Mecha so they should strengthen their own bond for any future battles. Jazz is hesitant, especially since he blames himself for Prowl being in that situation in the first place, but he also wants to spend time with Prowl so he agrees.

Prowl probably would go to a secluded spot in the forest they’re in, somewhere safe where, once Jazz is relaxed enough he can ask him about these strange behaviors he’s recently been exhibiting. Surely nothing bad will happen and surely Jazz will be fine like he usually is…

The training exercises go well, Jazz is feeling fine and they’re both in the zone when suddenly a bad memory spontaneously starts to haunt Jazz and it triggers a PTSD-esque Episode where Jazz freezes up and is suddenly taken back to that horrible time..

The time he was strapped down to a bedbunk, his body writhing in agonizing pain, the constant sting of needles piercing his skin followed by an intense burning sensation that can only be likened to being burned from the inside out, his vision going blurry and his throat raw and bleeding from screaming and crying, his body shaking and shivering as a thick sheen of sweat coats his body.

And right now… because of the DRIFT.. Prowl sees it too, he not only sees it but he’s there, standing over Jazz's restrained body, he hears screams and sounds he never EVER wanted to hear, not from Jazz of all people. His precious partner, he’s looking down at him unable to help or protect him from these strangers, these monsters who are ignoring the ear piercing, spark-wrenching screams of pure agony. Worst of all? He can’t move, he’s frozen in place, forced to stand there helplessly as Jazz is begging for mercy, begging for someone to help him… and. he. can’t. move.

It lasts just for a moment but for both of them it felt like an hour until Jazz screams himself back into reality, freeing both him and Prowl from his nightmare. Prowl drops to a knee, his mind racing as he tries to figure out what the actual hekk he just saw until he feels Jazz pounding his fist against his chest, he can vaguely make out his choked up plea which scares Prowl as he’s never heard Jazz make that noise before. Prowl opens it and barely manages to catch Jazz as the man tumbled out into his own shaky servo in a trembling heap.

Jazz is slightly pale and tears are in his eyes as he struggles to catch his breath, he knows he’s not there anymore but he still feels it.

Prowl rushes back to Ratchets hideout where he the others are and calls for him, fear gripping his tanks as Jazz is still huddled in a fetal position, hyperventilating as he grips his soaked hair. Ratchet immediately recognizes what’s happened and quickly moves to help Jazz calm down before he has a heart attack which he is very close to having with how high his pulse is. It works but the man is so worn out from the stress that he just passes out.

I don’t know but that’s been plaguing my mind since I started reading your AU and I just HAD to share it lol, what do you think? How do you think Prowl would actually react to that? I figured he’d freak out as humans and their fragile bodies are still new territory for him.

Also sorry if it’s all a bit unclear or confusing or like- boarderline rambling I’m not good at storytelling and just stick to RP and making RP plots lol.

OH MAN. OH FUCK. YEP UH HUH YEAH. THIS. oh my god

Knowing Prowl, he would probably rush to learn every bit of information he can access about. You know. How to help someone in that scenario. Because he’s scared that something would went wrong while he has zero knowledge about humans.

But also. I think it would make him realise just how strong despite his small size Jazz actually is.

Jazz might drop something about his brain being over dramatic when it’s not helpful at all. While Prowl is just are you fraggin serious you’re a superhuman

[random-fandoms-fanfics]

KOBD Sparkling. Autobots

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Transformers Terminology

I shifted to doing this in a reader insert style, I just enjoy writing this way

The glow was too beautiful to resist, your legs moving on their own, pulling you out of the building and towards the portal. You would think that by now the Autobots would automatically watch their footing to ensure they didn’t step on their human companions, but their eyes were up, focusing on each other and missing the human sized sparkling at their feet, your quiet beeping ignored as Bumblebee’s beepings masked it. Passing through the portal felt weird and was disorientating for such a little and young being, you found yourself stumbling as you came out of the portal, your soft pedes making your unsteady footstep undetectable to the bots that grouped together.

Once you had steadied yourself, you made your way between the legs of the giant robots, your yellow eyes gleaming up at them as they talked amongst themselves, completely unaware of the sparkling wandering beneath them. You were next to the legs of the large bot you were close to during the battle when your mind drifted to the other bot that was there, where was he, he seemed cool. With your mind distracted you didn’t notice that Bulkhead began to move, his leg lifting over your helm.

*squeak*

Everyone froze, Bulkhead nearly tipping over as he stopped his descending pede midstep, when he pulled his leg back he revealed the tiny white sparkling, who’s was slightly squashed, “Bulkhead!”

“I didn’t see them,” terrified of hurting the tinier being further Bulkhead tried to move away, his pedes barely lifting off the ground as he shuffled backwards, yet he failed to run as you chased after him, giggles bubbling from your throat. Before you could torment the big bot further, you were scooped off the ground in a swift motion, lifted high into the air by two servos, “hello little one,” turning to the voice you found two bright blue optics staring at you and the most gentle smile, “where did you come from?” Optimus brought you closer to his faceplate, his smile growing as your servos pressed against his mesh. “What is that?” Miko squealed as she stood on the railing trying to get a better look at you, bouncing when Optimus lowered his servos down, revealing you to the girl trying to control her squeals, “this is a sparkling, or in your words a baby,” 

“Ooooo come here precious baby,” Miko held her arms out to you, her hands grabbing for you, lifting yourself up to your feet, you made your way to her, shaking as you walked over Optimus’ digits. When you made it to the edge of his servos, you didn’t really know what to do next, the ground wasn’t there, what were you meant to step on. “Come on, big step down,” Miko’s hands grabbed your servos and what was meant to be gentle encouragement turned into you losing the balance you barely had and tumbling off Optimus’ servos, slamming into the concrete.

You kinda just laid there, listening to the suddenly loud voices that were incomprehensible to you. After laying there for a minute or two you stood back up, finding yourself in front of the weird looking being who pulled you into the concrete. You found that not only did you stand just below her head, but she was also biting her lip to stifle the laughs from seeing your flat, elongated helm, “don’t worry, I can fix it,” Miko grabbed onto your faceplace, squishing the malleable metal back into shape, “oh, that worked,” Miko’s giggling came right back when you tried to squish her face back. Her face was different to Optimus’, instead of being the same type of material, you could feel she was squishy like you, but under that squishiness you could feel something solid, you could even feel the bristles on her face and you also nearly stuck your finger into her eye.

“Curious, sparklings are only that malleable right out the spark chamber, alright spill it which one of you were carrying them,” Ratchet’s digit pointed at everyone even at Optimus, as everyone began to deny carrying you, Miko turned from you and looked over them in confusion, “which one, wouldn’t it be Arcee?” Miko’s question silenced the bots, it was so absurd to them that it restarted their processors, “why me?”

“You’re a girl,”

…

“And?”

“Only girls can have babies, duh,” Ratchet groaned at the limitations of humanity and the lack of knowledge humans had about cybertronians, even though no one taught them, “any cybertronian can carry a sparkling, usually it’s the bot with the bigger spark chamber,” Arcee’s servos hooked under your arms, lifting you away from your spot and pulling you against her chassis, “see how big they are, a sparkling like this wouldn’t be able to grow in me,” Arcee showed that you were as long as her entire abdomen, being too big to fit in her, but you didn’t care about that, you were busy swinging your legs against Arcee’s abdomen. Feeling optics staring at you, you lifted your helm up to Arcee, the femme smirking at you, “you know, they look big enough to be a wrecker,”

“Don’t you try to put this on me, w-who would I even have a sparkling with,” Bulkhead's sudden voice startled you, causing you to almost jump out of her arms. Worried about you falling again, she placed you back down next to Miko and turned back to the arguing bots, quickly being drawn back into the argument about your creation.

“So, you wanna ditch while they’re distracted,” hearing Miko’s voice you turned to her, watching as she threw her hand over her shoulder, her thumb pointing out behind her. Looking her over you moved your body to match hers, your pedes even shifting to match the placement of her feet, Miko looked confused for a second before a smirk overtook her face, Miko raised her arms above her head and watched as you copied her, when she spun in a circle you spun in a circle. You watched as Miko lifted her foot off the ground, standing on one leg, of course you mimicked her and of course you struggled to balance, almost tipping over and slamming into the ground again. 

Thankfully you were saved from this fate by two servos taking you away from your friend, “we don’t need them mimicking humans, let alone you,” while his words were incomprehensible to you, you understood the cruel tone of his voice that contrasted with how gently you were held against Ratchet’s chassis, it was so gentle you were able to lift yourself out of his grasp and stand on his shoulder, looking up at him you saw the points on his helm, and immediately felt the urge to grab them, “hey what’s wrong with me,”

“You knowingly put yourself in danger time and time again, a curious sparkling mimicking that type of behaviour will ensure it’s death,” Ratchet tried to look serious but there was a sparkling standing on his collar and pulling his brow closer to them. And that’s when you heard it, a rasp bubbling noise that came from the squishy being you were just with, turning to her you saw something between her lips as she made the noise, feeling the glossa in your intake you pushed it between you dermas, and when you pushed air through your intake, you made the noise. Everyone’s optics and eyes snapped to you, the closest pair staring in horror, “why are you even still here, shouldn’t you be home, shouldn’t you all be at your humans’ homes,”

“Why would I go home when there’s a baby, I got so much to teach them,”

“You will not be teaching them anything,” before Ratchet could go any further, Optimus pushed himself between Ratchet and Miko, “Ratchet is right, you must return home Miko and the three of you still have your duty to our human companions, Ratchet and I will ensure their safety until you return,” their chassis heaved as they begrudgingly agreed with Optimus. Oh the sudden attention you got was intoxicating, the digits that brushed over your helm, the servo that completely engulfed your helm, the cooing and beeping directed at you as they said their goodnights, Miko could only yell out her, “goodnight baby,” to you as Ratchet refused to let her near you again.

From your perch you watched as the three bots and Miko waved goodbye to you, and when they transformed, with Miko jumping into Bulkhead, and drove off, you stepped off of Ratchet’s shoulder trying to chase after them. Servos accidentally fighting against one another as they tried to catch you, just before you met the ground again Optimus’ servos latched around you, your small body slightly molding to the gaps between his digits, “I’m not sure if I should sparkling proof the base or wrap them in a protective covering,” Ratchet’s voice was shaking, he was starting to think you didn’t need Miko’s help to end your life, “both?”

“Both is good, I’ll set up a berth for them in your berthroom and get started on making this place safe,” after a quick stop in a storage room where Ratchet found a small box like berth, Optimus and Ratchet delved deeper into the silo, reaching the bare berthroom that belonged to Optimus, there was just a large berth that sat against the furthest wall and a computer hung against a wall. “Give me a second and I’ll set up their berth up,” while Ratchet began to attach the small box to the side of Optimus’ berth, said bot looked down at you with a face that was so warm and soft, “now remember sparklings need strict boundaries, no matter how much they cry do not let them recharge with you, or else they’ll never recharge alone,” even with how serious Ratchet made himself sound Optimus couldn’t help the snicker that escaped his dermas, he was a 9 million year old prime who was hardened by war and you were fresh out the spark chamber, what could you do to him, “Optimus!”

“Understood Ratchet, say goodnight young one,” Optimus turned you to Ratchet, his giant servo pinching your wrist and shaking her servo up and down at Ratchet as you babbled out some beeps, “goodnight sweet thing,” Ratchet gave Optimus one more stern look before he waved back to you and left you and Optimus to yourselves.

Optimus lowered you into the smaller berth, one of his servos lingering in the berth as a digit brushed over your cheek, “do not worry we’ll keep you safe,” three digits held you steady as he pushed you down onto your back, his servo hesitant to leave your tiny frame. Sticking your glossa out you blew a raspberry at him, and Optimus blew one back, a massive smile on his dermas and his chassis shaking as he laughed, when his servo left you, you chased after him, clinging to the edge of the berth as you tried to reach him. You shuffled around the edge of your berth, following Optimus as he climbed into his own berth, peaking over the wall you watched as he sunk into its soft material, his vents expelling gusts of hot air.

From his position Optimus could see your yellow optics peeking over the walls, staring at him, he couldn’t help the rumbling in his chassis, like the humans you were a needed break in the constant fighting between decepticons and autobots, a small source of joy, that would likely also cause them a bunch of stress.

Optimus struggled to ignore the pleading optics staring at him and the servos clawing at the berth as you tried to climb out, turning his helm from you he squeezed his optics shut in a desperate bid to ignore you, but his spark broke in half when he heard a shrill cry calling out for him.

Optimus’ servos suddenly wrapped around you and he held you over his helm, “I am glad you’re not a decepticon, your manipulation skills are unmatched,” he set you down in the space besides his helm, his optics watching you as you crawled closer to him, “please do not tell Ratchet about this, I do not need to hear a lecture,” because you didn’t know what he was saying and weren’t able to communicate, this deal was going to be easy to keep, so you buried yourself into the side of his head, one of your servos wrapping around the spike that sat on his audial as your optics closed, quickly sinking into deep recharge.

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After that night Optimus realised the reality of his thought, you were in fact not a hardened cybertronian who understood the dangers of the world and the serious situation you were dumped into, you were a newly born sparkling whose only concerns were getting attention, obsessing over random things, eating when and what you wanted and recharging when you wanted. And with the bots still being in a war, the added pressure of caring for you wore them thin.

Their mesh was stained by the liquid energon you threw at them, everything in the silo now had a bite mark in it, because of this behaviour they had to become incredibly careful about not leaving live wires in your reach due to you biting into one once and becoming obsessed with trying to get at the electricity that ran through them. Optimus’, Ratchet’s and Arcee’s back struts and necks were in near constant pain due to how often you would grab the spikes on their helms if they got too close to you and just hold them in a bent position, and their pedes burned due to how often you escaped the silo and needed to be chased down before anyone saw you. They weren’t always successful as after your arrival a few rumours about a metal eating metal creature stalking the town started to pop up.

These escapes weren’t even Miko’s doing, you just did it by yourself, the worst instance of this was when it was just you and Ratchet in the silo, he had been watching you intensely all day, ignoring his duties to keep your attention with games and toys you couldn’t bite into, and the moment he turned away to open the groundbridge for the others, you were gone. Somehow making it to a nearby junkyard completely undetected and gorging yourself on scrap metal. The kids wouldn’t let Ratchet live his mistake down as after a sheet of metal that had bite marks in it was found in the raided scrapyard, the entire town now held a belief in the metaleater.

The only peace they got was when you were in Optimus’ berth, holding him in place as you recharged without any interruption. The only problem was when Optimus was needed for a mission, as he abandoned you in your berth and ignored your cries for him, so every time he abandoned you, you made sure to punish everyone, including the humans, the next day by biting them whenever they tried to touch you. Blood was weird, it tasted like metal but it made your insides twist in the wrong way. They really did try to get you to recharge by yourself, but having to listen to the constant anxiety-inducing screaming that filled the silo whenever they left you alone and your denta sinking into their mesh the next day made it a more than miserable task they just gave up on.

The autobots’ saving grace was June finding out about their existence as they finally had access to someone who was experienced in caring for such a young being. Their biggest concern were of course your grand escapes. June’s recommendation was to regularly take you outside, if you were so desperate to be outside why stop you. If you understood her you would agree with her, all you wanted to do was be outside, to feel the sun on your mesh, to dig in dirt, and enjoy the bath you got after, to see the creatures of this planet and to run without walls. The moment they began taking you outside the silo and letting you run off the excess energy you had, was when things became calmer. Now your escape attempts only occurred when Arcee, Bee and Bulkhead went to pick up the kids, which was easily fixed by Bee and Bulkhead taking you with them. Oh how you loved the car rides, sure you were able to see cars and other humans but the best part was when Bulkhead or Bee would make a detour to the highway and speed down it, the two mechs loving how you would squeal and whir as you were pushed into your seat.

With you having less energy to cause chaos, June’s other recommendation of creating a routine became a bit more feasible. You would wake up with Otpimus, have a bottle of energon, go out on a patrol that was ensured to be safe with two of the bots for an hour or two then be sent back to base to hang out with Ratchet, he would try to teach you things like speaking, but he found more success with just let you play with random items, like a box large enough to fit in, some building blocks, some of Jack’s old toys, he even let you play with the rocks you kept on bringing into the base. You would get a nice pile of scrap metal before one of the other bots returned, one of them taking you outside for a quick little run around so you would fall into a recharge without Optimus. You would always wake up when Arcee, Bulkhead and Bee were about to pick up the kids, chirping into the donated baby monitor until one of them came to get you from your berth. 

The kids loved to care for you and give the bots a bit of a break, they would race you through the base, give you an unplugged controller when they played video games, they would bring you a bunch of paper and pencils so you could all draw together, and even though they couldn’t understand you, they would listen to your made up war stories, unknowingly cheering on the gruesome battles you created with your toys. Even though it was rare, Miko would take you outside, where she would encourage you to smash rocks and punch the canyon walls, she even let you listen to Slash Monkey after Ratchet forbade it due to it, corrupting you.

After an entire day of playing and adventuring, you got another bottle of energon, drinking away against the chassis of one of the bots, being gently rocked for what could be hours until you called out to Optimus. Said bot always avoiding the glare he got from Ratchet when he would pick you up and take you to his berthroom where he would always try to have you recharge in your berth but he always broke the moment he heard your little voice call to him.

There were still some issues, the main cause being how often missions would turn south and the bots having to abandon your routine, typically leaving you alone with a preoccupied Ratchet. They learned the consequences of this when Ratchet was late in opening the groundportal because he saw you had got ahold of an electrical cable. After that they set up a little enclosed area for you, it was full of toys, some of Jack’s old books, a few pieces of paper and pencils, a little pile of scrap metal and a bottle of energon, there was even a berth in it, and sometimes you would crawl into it and fall into a recharge.

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As the days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, your rapid growth was very obvious, when you first arrived the top of your helm just reached Miko’s chin and now you were twice her height, and while you were thickening out evenly your chassis and shoulders were broadening out much more than the rest of your body, becoming more triangular in shape. During this time your armour formed, it wasn’t anything special, just a basic set, the most interesting part was the prominent crest with three tall prongs beginning to form on the top of your helm, as it allowed the bots to realise that your affiliation towards the spikes on their helms was likely due to at least one of your creators also having a prominent crest and you somehow remembering that basic shape. You were also no longer a uniform white, most of your plating shifted to a beautifully bright ultramarine blue, with a few orange accents lining your armour.

If only Knockout could see your colour, he would’ve loved the way his and Breakdown’s paintjobs combined to create such a beautiful blue.

He would have loved to hear your little voice. To hear your little beeps and whirrs slowly become words.

To have you on his shoulders as he worked, or to be his little assistance.

For him to be the one you recharged with.

For his neck and back struts to be in pain with how often you would grab the spike on his crest.

To chase after you through out the nemesis with Breakdown multiple times a day.

He would even love it if his mesh was the mesh stained by the energon you refused to consume.

But he couldn't love the little, or even the big things about you. How could he when Breakdown lost you.

[tinydefector]

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

Who's servos- Human effects

Words: 1.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[lovelytsunoda]

the day you kissed a writer in the dark // han lue (tokyo drift)

summary: she's stood by his side for years. his loyal mechanic, the brains behind his brawn. but she'd be lying if she said that it didn't hurt to watch him flirt with those other women in his club, when he came home to her every night in secret.

bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark, now she's gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart. i am my mother's child, i'll love you 'till my breathing stops.

pairing: han lue x mechanic! reader

warnings: smut, inappropriate use of a drifting car, insecurity and self-doubt, secret relationships, unplanned pregnancy.

author's note: here's something a little different today, lovelies! it's a departure from the usual realm of f1 content i usually bless you all with, but i felt like i needed to do something different to avoid burning myself out, and rewatching tokyo drift gave me the inspiration that i needed :)

she hated the club.

in the back end of her mind, she always resented the mere existence of that secret room leading to han's garage. the fact that he chose to surround himself with women in tight dresses with long legs and perky boobs like he was some kind of yakuza punk.

well, this wasn't crows fucking zero. this was real life.

she couldn't help but draw comparisons between these beautiful girls and herself. as she curled in on herself to duck through the crowd, she frowned at her reflection in the window: her torn up jeans, the grease stain on the cuff of her army-green sweater, the zip barely done up enough to cover up her double-d's, a small nut from her very first car hanging limply from a chain around her neck.

some days, she wondered why han had chosen her of all people.

"sean?" she asked quietly, poking the young american boy in the arm, practically shouting to be heard. "have you seen han?"

sean shook his head. "no, sorry. have you checked the garage?"

"i'm heading back there now. thanks, sean." she sighed, backing out the way that she came, trying not to think about all of the places that her boyfriend could be right now.

the anxiety ate away at her. was he with one of the other girls? one of the prettier, taller, thinner ones? was that why he wanted to keep the relationship under wraps?

was han ashamed of her?

she hurried down the rickety metal staircase, dropping her purse on the workbench as she went, subconsciously placing a hand over her stomach as she thought about the white plastic stick inside the fake leather bag.

they'd been sneaking around for a year, but they'd known each other far longer. she had come to tokyo when she was twenty-one, with a pocketful of cash and a monkey wrench. she had a high school diploma, but that didn't mean much to the rally teams she had applied to work on the pit crews for.

and that's when han swooped her up. when she became the bonnie to his clyde, the mechanic for his little street racing gambit.

that was three years ago. now she was almost twenty-five, he was twenty-seven, and he was in far too deep for them to keep going like this.

she knew why he had to keep it a secret. telling the world that she was his lover would put a target on her back. because that's what happens when you get in deep with someone like dk.

she pulled her hair back with the green rubber band on her wrist, pushing up her sleeves as she reached for a ratchet and approached han's car, the hood already open and ready for her.

working on the cars had always been her safe haven. her distraction from the outside world. fixing something that was broken gave her a satisfaction like no other.

"babe?" han's voice echoed through the garage, and she hated herself for the way that she froze up, fingers tightening around the ratchet. "sean said you were asking around for me? is everything okay?"

she withdrew from the car, slamming the hood down. "you're pushing the car too far. the engine is wearing down, you have to get something stronger. the serpentine belt is at it's brink."

"and that's why you're the brains of this operation and i'm just the pretty boy who drifts." han said playfully, wrapping his arms around her midsection as resting his chin on her shoulder.

"be more careful out there, seoul-oh." she said softly, placing a cold hand on top of his warm one before turning her head and kissing him softly. "i don't know what i'd do if anything ever happened to you."

han spun her body around gently, his hands on her waist as she jumped to perch her body on the edge of the hood, her fingers tangling in his dark, silky hair.

"you don't need to worry about me, sweetheart. i'm going to be okay."

she sighed, lacing her fingers together behind his neck. "where were you, han? wandering around your club with a girl on each arm? a girl that's three times prettier than i am, maybe one who's clothes are a little more revealing-"

"y/n, stop." han said firmly. "baby, you're the only one. my only one." he kissed her on the forehead softly. "i love you. i love you so much that it hurts. i wish i could shout it from the rooftops, but i can't put you in danger like that. i don't want dk to know, because that's a target on your back that i don't want there."

he pulled her as close as he could, arms wrapped securely around her as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. "i couldn't live with myself if anything ever happened to you."

the sincerity in the older man's voice was reassuring. but some days, it wasn't enough. she loved him more than words could say, but she was getting tired of being his little secret.

but at the end of the day, it was her bed that he always came home to. his arms she woke up in. his terrible singing in the kitchen while he made coffee with breakfast.

han lue was hers.

she kissed him again, still sitting on the edge of the toyota's hood. this kiss was stronger, harder. with more feeling as she bunched han's sweater up in her fingers, trying to wrestle it off his broad shoulders, his hands gripping her thighs tight enough to make her moan against his lips.

"seoul-oh." she mumbled as han broke away from her, pulling his sweater off the rest of the way before tugging his everlast t-shirt over his head.

they fit together like well-worn puzzle pieces, his lips finding that place on her neck that made her crumble, turned her legs to jelly as he slipped a hand up the front of her sweater, thumb tracing comforting shapes against her stomach as he nipped at her neck, biting down gently. there would be a hickey there in a mere matter of hours.

trailing kisses back up her neck, he gently bit her earlobe before placing one hand on the side of her face to guide her lips back to his, the other hand braced against the hood of the car to hold himself up. she bit down on his bottom lip, wrenching a growl from the back of han's throat.

he pulled away, dropping to his knees in front of the car as his large hands dipped under the waistband of her jeans. after reaching down to untie and kick off her beat up vans, she reached above her to grab the exposed beam in the garage ceiling, pulling her body up and allowing han to pull her jeans and panties down her legs in one fell swoop.

"oh, not on the car, baby. you'll stain the bodywork."

"don't care." han hummed, kissing the soft skin of her thigh. "i can't think of anything prettier than you. on the hood of my car, legs spread wide for me." he mumbled in between kisses, inching ever closer to where y/n needed him most, her arousal dripping onto the cool metal hood of the drift car.

and when his lips touched her throbbing clit, she could have sworn she turned electric, using one hand to brace herself against the car and burying the other in han's hair as she threw her head back in a throaty moan.

"han." she panted, grinding against his face as his tongue licked and sucked at her core. "oh, baby, yes."

han smiled to himself, kissing her clit gently as he held her thighs open with his hands. "still think that i don't find you attractive any more?"

"shut up, please. i need you so bad." she'd barely finished speaking when another low, seductive moan left her mouth. the arm that was holding her body up threatened to buckle underneath her as she tugged on han's hair, urging him to keep going.

han chuckled, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her body as her arm buckled, and she found herself lying against the hood, her head on the windscreen as she bucked her hips, searching for more as her lover tongue-fucked her, her legs thrown over his shoulders with reckless abandon.

"seoul-oh." she whined, clenching her thighs around han's head

"i know, baby." he mumbled softly, kissing her thigh. "you're doing so well darling. come for me."

and that's exactly what she did. with a moan so loud that she was shocked that the patrons of the club couldn't hear it echoing through the garage, she let go, her juices coating the lower half of han's face as he licked her clean before wiping off the bottom half of his face with the back of his hand.

"fuck." he mumbled, standing between her legs and leaning over the car to kiss her. "i can't get enough of you, baby. i think i'm gonna need more."

"oh yeah?" she smiled sitting up slightly, resting her weight on her elbows and raising an eyebrow when she saw the obvious hard-on struggling to break free from the confines of han lue's jeans. "and what do you think we should do about it?"

"back. room. now." he said, softly but firmly, kissing her in between each word as she wrapped her bare legs around his body, allowing han to pick her up and carry her over to the back room, where a double bed was piled high with blankets for the nights where they worked late, or drift races lasted until the mere hours of the morning.

or, nights where neither of them wanted to go home. han was sure that they had fucked on almost every available surface of the garage.

she undid her sweater slowly, revealing the lacy white bra underneath, the makeshift pendant on her necklace hanging delicately just above the hollow of her breasts as she cast the fabric aside, reaching up to snap the elastic band in her hair, letting it cascade in waves down her shoulders.

"you're beautiful, you know that?" he said softly, kneeling on the mattress as he rested one hand gently against her cheek.

she leaned into his touch, reaching up to wrap her slender fingers around his wrist, pressing a soft kiss to the heel of his hand.

she knew she should tell him. han needed to know.

but now was definitely not the time.

not that she could find the words while he kissed her neck, her chest, her stomach, his fingers dancing across her back as he fumbled with the clasp of her bra, erection straining against his jeans.

"han, babe." she mumbled, reaching behind her. "it's been a year now, you should know how to undo a bra, mr. womanizer." she joked, pushing his hands away as she pulled the bra off by herself.

"why would i need to know how to do it when you just take it off by yourself most of the time?" he grinned, standing up to unbuckle his belt.

he started to undo his jeans, pausing halfway as if he had forgotten something before he darted over to the rolling toolbox in the back of the room, pulling a small foil packet out of the top drawer.

fat lot of good a condom would do them now.

not when she was already carrying his baby inside of her.

her body trembled with anticipation as she watched han rid himself of his jeans, the echo of his belt buckle hitting the floor echoing around the room before he rolled the latex sheath onto his thick, hard cock.

god, she was a fool in love. han seoul-oh made her feel every range of emotions all at once.

"seoul-oh." she mumbled, lips against his as he clambered onto the bed, covering her body with his broad one.

"hm?" han mumbled, pressing kisses all over her face.

"i love you, han lue." she said firmly, gently pushing his face away so she could look him in the eyes. "i mean it, babe. you've ruined me for anybody else. you're it for me."

"good, because i don't think i could love anybody else if i tried." han breathed out, kissing her again, the tip of his cock teasing her entrance.

she squirmed under him, a small gasp escaping her lips before she bit down on her bottom lip.

she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg. that wasn't what tonight was for.

han knew this as well, gently pushing himself inside her. tonight was about more than just chasing a high. for both of them. it was about love, and reassurance, and intimacy.

she threaded her fingers through his hair, whining as han moved ever so slightly, the sensations they both felt sending shockwaves through their bodies.

"seoul-oh." she moaned softly. "please. god, you feel incredible."

"yeah?" han crooned, thrusting softly and barely holding back a moan of his own. "you look so pretty with my cock inside you, my sweet sweet girl."

"just like that." she whined as he thrusted again, bucking her hips into him, trying to take his length deeper. "keep doing that, fuck."

when han's nimble fingers came up grip and massage her right breast, she knew she was a goner, arching her back to drive her body into him with a moan as he kissed her chest.

"you like that, baby? yeah, you love having my hands all over you. and i love touching your beautiful body." han murmured, sucking a hickey onto her collarbone. he could feel himself unravelling, knew that the end was nigh as he moaned against her skin, blindly reaching for her hand.

there were no more slow thrusts as the driver began to pick up the pace, his lover's legs wrapped tightly around him as she moaned his name.

"oh god, han, baby. fuck, keep going." she panted, one hand trailing down her body to play with her clit. anything to get her closer to that release she craved as she whined and squirmed under han's touch.

she'd seen this film before, and she already knew the ending. and the start if the sequel.

"come for me, baby. i know you can take it, just give me one more, okay?"

"han, han, holy shit." she moaned, feeling the coil in her stomach finally snap, her high crashing over her like a wave.

her lover groaned above her, a guttural sound ripped straight from his throat before han gently pulled out of her sensitive body, the evidence of his own peak contained within the clear latex that he slid off his member, tying the condom off in a knot before punting it into the trash can next to his desk.

she pulled the blankets up as han settled in the bed next to her, his warm fingers dancing in gentle circles against her sweaty skin as they laid together in the afterglow, a content look on his face as he kissed her on the forehead.

"seoul-oh." she said quietly, twirling his long, dark locks of hair around her fingertip. "i have to tell you something."

"what's on your mind, pretty girl?" worry creased han seoul-oh's face, a pit forming in his stomach.

he hated seeing her like this.

"i'm pregnant."

han's eyes widened. "what? babe, why didn't you tell me?"

"i've been trying all day. but you've had your hands full with dk and sean and drifting." she said sadly. "but i can't raise this baby with dk breathing down our necks. you need to get out of this life, seoul-oh."

han frowned thoughtfully, one hand resting against the side of her face. "i'm going to be a father. fucking hell, babe this is incredible. i promise you, i'm going to make a plan, and i'm going to get us out of tokyo."

"you know we can't keep this a secret any longer, right? i'm already eight weeks along, once the first trimester ends, i won't be able to hide it."

"you're right, you're right. we'll test the waters. i'll tell sean and twinkie in the morning, see how the news of our relationship goes over with them. i want to keep it from dk until i can find a way to get us out of here."

y/n nodded, lacing her fingers with han's and placing his hand on her stomach. "okay. let's do this thing." she broke out into a smile. "we're going to be parents, han. can't you picture it? sitting behind the wheel of your toyota, with our little gremlin on your lap, teaching them how to drive before they can even walk."

han laughed. "they'll be born with a monkey wrench in one hand and a bag of lays in the other."

"i love you, seoul-oh." she said softly, kissing him gently. "i'm so glad i found you three years ago.

"i love you more, y/n. and i can't wait to raise this kid with you."

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[solar4seekstron]

Week and Dates Prompt List

Introduction Movie Masterlist Request Prompt

Wish to be Tagged Movie/Series Oneshot Masterlist

So I came up with an idea. I like to be organized and a bit productive so here’s my plan. If there’s a post either requested or a part of my story I’ll show it on here. The Date and day. I post every Sunday, Tuesday, and Friday. And I’ll put in which fic and if they’re requested on here so y’all know what to expect.

I’ll have the link for this post on my transformers masterlist for any future followers. If you live in possibly a different country and maybe time zone just type what time it is for you in the comments.

Please comment in this post or DM me through messages if you wish to be tagged in one of these fics when they release on their designated release dates if you wish to know when they get posted. Please. 

Wednesday - December 25th

-Transformers 2007: Chapter One - Beginnings

Tuesday - December 31st

-Before and So Forth - Chapter Eight

-Plan F - Doubledealer: TF1!Megatron x Cybertronian!GN!Reader

-They’re Hot! - TFRID2015!Bumblebee x Cybertronian!GN!Reader One-shot

-New Beginnings Part 2: TFIDW!MTMTE!Deadlock/Drift x Cybertronian!GN!Reader x TFIDW!MTMTE!Ratchet

January Plan

Saturday - 4th

-Doublepackage: TF1!Orion Pax x Cybertronian!GN!Reader x TF1!D-16 One-shot

-Traitor!: TF1!Starscream x Cybertronian!GN!Reader One-shot

-New Recruit: TFRescue Bots!Heatwave x Cybertronian!Femme!Reader One-shot

-I. Don’t. Care.: TFIDW!MTMTE!Yandere!Possessive!Drift x Cybertronian!GN!Reader x TFIDW!MTMTE!Yandere!Toxic!Ratchet One-shot

Tuesday- 14th

-Before and So Forth - Timeline One Sentinel: Chapter One -

-Plan G - Save Locket: TF1!Megatron x Cybertronian!GN!Reader

-The One that Got Away: TFIDW!Bumblebee x Cybertronian!Former Guard!GN!Reader One-shot

-Look At That Bot!TFA!Jetfire x Cybertronian!Team Prime!GN!Reader x TFA!Jetstorm One-shot

Saturday - 18th

-Before and So Forth - Timeline Two Starscream, Soundwave, Shockwave: Chapter One -

-Tragic End: TFIDW!Sentor Shockwave/Decepticon!Shockwave x Cybertronian!GN!Former Assisstent!Reader One-shot

-OUR!!! TFRID2015!Jetstorm Cybertronian!Minicon!GN!Reader x TFRID2015!Slipstream One-shot

-Arranged Marriage: TFIDW!Yandere!Toxic!Wing x Cybertronian!Former Knight!GN!Reader One-shot

Tuesday - 21st

-Transfomers 2007: Chapter Two - Sam and Mikaela

-Plan H - Safety: TF1!Megatron x Cybertronian!GN!Reader

-Better Shooter Than Me Part 2: TF4!Crosshairs x Cybertronian!Knight!Reader One-shot

-Transformers One: Megatron Family - Chapter Three: Agreement

Saturday - 25th

-YOU?! Part 2: TFCyberverse!Soundwave x Cybertronian!Trainer!GN!Reader x TFCyberverse!Rodimus One-shot

-A Free Drink For A Date?: TFIDW!MTMTE!Swerve x Cybertronian!Ship!Guard!Reader One-shot

-You’vve Changed: TFIDW!MTMTE!Glitch/Tarn x Cybertronian!Former Assisstent!Now Scout!GN!Reader One-shot

-My Personal Nurse: Marvel Avangers!yandere!adult!Spider-man x Non-Binary!Adult!Nurse!Reader One-shot

Tuesday - 28th

-Before and So Forth - Timeline One Sentinel: Chapter Two -

-Plan I - (Pending): TF1!Megatron x Cybertronian!GN!Reader

-I Don’t Like Detectives Very Much: TFIDW!MTMTW!Nightbeatx Cybertronian!Knight/Guard!GN!Reader One-shot

-Change Jobs. Now: TFIDW!Possessive!Prowl x Cybertronian!GN!Former Knight!High Council Member Guard!Reader One-shot

February Plan

Saturday - 1st

-Before and So Forth - Timeline Two Starscream, Soundwave, Shockwave: Chapter Two -

-Wow-: TFRescueBotsAcademy!Ratchet x Whirls Auntie!Former Knight!Reader One-shot

-Past: TFIDW!MTMTE!Autobot!Megatron x Cybertronian!Former Gladiator!Knight!GN!Reader

- Sunshine: TFP!Yandere!Wheeljack x Cybertronian!GN!Former Guard!Reader One-shot

Tuesday - 4th

-Transfomers 2007: Chapter Three - The Government and The All Spark

-Plan J - (Pending): TF1!Megatron x Cybertronian!GN!Reader

-Ego Much: TFIDW2019!Sahdowstriker x Cybertronian!Knight!GN!Reader One-shot

-New recruit: TFIDW!Grimlock x Dragon!Knight!GN!Reader One-shot

Saturday - 8th

-Safety is Key: TFIDW!MTMTE!Red Alert x Cybertronian!Taller!GN!Knight!Reader One-shot

-Play Thing: TF1!Megatron x Cybertronian!GN!Gaurd!Reader x TF1!Dark!Optimus Prime

-The Yapper x The Listener: TFRescue Bots!Heatwave x Human!Female!Teacher!Reader One-shot

-Desires and Choices: TFIDW!SG!Optimus Prime x Cybertonian!Autobot!Knight!G One-shot

Tuesday - 11th

-Before and So Forth - Timeline One Sentinel: Chapter Three -

-Plan K - (Pending): TF1!Megatron x Cybertronian!GN!Reader

-Meeting the Boss: TFRID2015!Thunderhoof x Cybertronian!Femme!Doe!Club Body Guard!Reader

-Loose Ends: TF!Dark of the Moon!Ironhide x Cybertronian!Decepticon!GN!Old Friend!Reader One-shot

Saturday - 15th

-Before and So Forth - Timeline Two Starscream, Soundwave, Shockwave: Chapter Three -

-Old Friends, New Paths: TFE!Bumblebee x Cybertronian!GN!Retired Knight!Reader One-shot

-Good Times: TFIDW!Blaster x Old friend!Decepticon!Taller!GN!Reader

-Lets Make This Easy: TFIDW!Yandere!Rumble x Cassette!GN!Reader One-shot

Tuesday - 18th

-Transfomers 2007: Chapter Four -

-Plan L - (Pending): TF1!Megatron x Cybertronian!GN!Reader

-Pacify Her: CollegeAU! TFAOE!College Student!Yandere-ish!Optimus Prime x Cybertronian!College Student!GN!Reader One-shot

-Loose Ends, New Ties: TFIDW!MTMTE!Overlord x Cybertronian!Ex-Knight!GN!Reader

Saturday - 22nd

-Old Feelings: TFA!Ratchet x Cybertronian!Decepticon to Autobot!GN!Reader Oneshot

-Open

-Open

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Tuesday - 25th

-Before and So Forth - Timeline One Sentinel: Chapter Four -

-Plan M - (Pending): TF1!Megatron x Cybertronian!GN!Reader

-New Beginnings Part 3: TFIDW!MTMTE!Deadlock/Drift x Cybertronian!GN!Reader x TFIDW!MTMTE!Ratchet

-Open

March Plan

Saturday - 1st

-Before and So Forth - Timeline Two Starscream, Soundwave, Shockwave: Chapter Four -

-Sonic The Hedgehog: Knuckles: Episode One - The Warrior

-Teddy Bear: LMK!Modern AU!Azure Lion x Modern Au!GN!ReaderOne-shot

-Lego Monkie Kid: Old Friends and a New: Introduction

Tuesday - 4th

-Transfomers 2007: Chapter Five -

-Plan N - (Pending): TF1!Megatron x Cybertronian!GN!Reader

-New Beginnings Part 4: TFIDW!MTMTE!Deadlock/Drift x Cybertronian!GN!Reader x TFIDW!MTMTE!Ratchet

-Open

Saturday - 8th

-Sonic The Hedgehog: Knuckles: Episode Two - Don’t ever Say I Wasn’t There For You

-Lego Monkie Kid: Old Friends and a New: Epsiode One - Pending

-Open

-Open

Tuesday - 11th

-Before and So Forth - Timeline One Sentinel: Chapter Five -

-New Beginnings Part 5: TFIDW!MTMTE!Deadlock/Drift x Cybertronian!GN!Reader x TFIDW!MTMTE!Ratchet

-Open

-Open

Saturday - 15th

-Before and So Forth - Timeline Two Starscream, Soundwave, Shockwave: Chapter Five -

-Lego Monkie Kid: Old Friends and a New: Epsiode Two - Pending

-Open

-Open

Tuesday - 18th

-Transfomers 2007: Chapter Six -

-Open

-Open

-Open

Saturday - 22nd

-Sonic The Hedgehog: Knuckles: Episode Three - The Shabbat Dinner

-Lego Monkie Kid: Old Friends and a New: Epsiode Three - Pending

-Open

-Open

Tuesday - 25th

-Transfomers 2007: Concept and Notes

-Before and So Forth - Timeline One Sentinels Ending: Megatron

-Open

-Open

Saturday - 29th

-Lego Monkie Kid: Old Friends and a New: Epsiode Four - Pending

-Open

-Open

-Open

April Plan

Tuesday - 1st

-Transformers IDW A Kup x Reader Series: You Truly Are Something - Chapter Two: Baby Steps, baby steps

-Open

-Open

-Open

Saturday - 5th

-Sonic The Hedgehog: Knuckles: Episode Four - The Flames of Disaster

-Lego Monkie Kid: Old Friends and a New: Epsiode Five - Pending

-Open

-Open

Tuesday - 8th

-Before and So Forth - Timeline One Sentinel: Autobot ending

-Transformers IDW A Kup x Reader Series: You Truly Are Something - Chapter Three: (Pending)

-Lego Monkie Kid: Old Friends and a New: Ending One - MK

-Open

Saturday - 12th

-Open

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-Open

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Tuesday - 15th

-Transformers IDW A Kup x Reader Series: You Truly Are Something - Chapter Four: (Pending)

-Lego Monkie Kid: Old Friends and a New: Ending Two - Sun Wukong

-Open

-Open

Saturday - 19th

-Sonic The Hedgehog: Knuckles: Episode Five - Reno, Baby

-Open

-Open

-Open

Tuesday - 22nd

-Before and So Forth - Timeline Two Stascream, Soundwave, and Shockwaves Ending

-Transformers IDW A Kup x Reader Series: You Truly Are Something - Chapter Five: (Pending)

-Lego Monkie Kid: Old Friends and a New: Ending Three - Macaque

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Saturday - 26th

-Open

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-Open

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Tuesday - 29th

-Lego Monkie Kid: Old Friends and a New: Ending Four - Azure Lion

-Open

-Open

-Open

May Plan

Saturday - 3rd

-Sonic The Hedgehog: Knuckles: Episode Six -What Happenes In Reno, Stays In Reno…

-Open

-Open

-Open

Tuesday - 6th

-Lego Monkie Kid: Old Friends and a New: Ending Five - 9 headed demon

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[tech-luver]

It's exam season and to help me cope I've been writing fun stuff between study sessions. Maybe my opinions could be appreciated and debated on the interwebs.

Ranking (some of) the LL crew based on who would let you take a nap on them and how comfy that nap would be:

Rodimus: 6/10 He would be so down with you taking a nap on him but he's very sharp and very distractable. His neck flare plate(?) would prevent you from sliding off but you better hope when something get his attention you don't get crushed in his neck cabling. I think he would try to remember you are there, maybe poke at you when he's bored, but if he's active, try is the key word there. Bonus points for running warm though… hopefully not too warm.

Megatron: 8/10 A solid nap to be had. Good flat shoulder plating and he would never forget you were up there. Loss of points over the fact he would only let it happen if he really liked you and, lets be real here, there would always be that prickle at the back of your neck over how low your defences are and how many organics this mech has crushed.

Ultra Magnus: 10/10 The holy grail of naps, plenty of flat surfaces to rest on, no one can bother you cuz almost no one is as tall as him, he would willingly be your alarm clock, always knows you're there, incredible nap spot. Only issue would be convincing him, but you could make up something about how humans need to nap in high places or whatever and he would fold in concern for your fragile human health.

Ratchet: 5/10 Half of the battle is getting him to agree and the other half is trying to fall asleep whilst he grumbles, he also moves around a lot cuz he never rests and is always helping bots in the medbay. I don't know if you can fall asleep to the sound of metal being welded together or someone getting yelled at for injuring themselves doing something stupid but… all the power to ya.

Drift: 9/10 Respects the need of the nap, it's basically like meditation so he gets it. His calm energy really helps when drifting off. I think he likes the idea of protecting a little human as they snooze which gives him guard dog energy when you're out, no ones messing with you and ruining your beauty sleep. Lose a point cuz he is sleek in design so fully resting on him comes at a risk.

Rung: 4/10 Doesn't mind if you ask but, I'm sorry, he's too rounded, not good for lying down. Although, he would be very careful and gentle with you so it just might work out. He works in a quiet environment which is nice but if he is having/about to have a therapy session he will ask you to leave, patient confidentiality is important to him. You would have to schedule your naps with him which is not the point of naps.

Cyclonus: 1/10 Zero flat surfaces so you would need to strap in. I don't think he would want you napping on him, he would constantly need to check you haven't fallen to your death and would find it awkward talking to people with something hanging on his shoulder. Would tell you to just go back to your berth or find a non-moving flat area, why do you want to nap on a Cybertronian anyway? A single point for at least being nice about it when he denies you.

Tailgate: 7/10 Absolute sweetheart about it but there's nowhere to really lay down on him. He would offer to hold you as a solution, which, if you don't mind being cradled like a baby (or having other people see you being cradled like a baby, tanking your reputation), seems alright. Since you are right in front of him at all times that way, there's no chance of him forgetting you're there. Will shush other people if they're being too loud around you. High chance of inducing cuteness aggression in him when you're asleep and softly snoring, will go for the cheeks.

Swerve: 3/10 This mech spends all his time loudly blabbering in a bar, noise needs to not be an issue for you. Similar issue with Tailgate where laying down is difficult. Unfortunately, does know what a human baby is so will coddle and humiliate you if you agree to being held. Another issue, the prankster Swerve is, you can't trust this guy to not draw on you or not steal something from you and hide it in an unreachable spot or not put you on a floatie in the middle of the oil reservoir. Gets some points cuz only HE can mess with you, anyone else tries to wake you up and they're out the bar.

Whirl: 0/10 …I mean there is literally nowhere to lay down, he's too damn skinny. You…could take a chance with his giant chassis but you'll probably slide off or look like you're in a baby holder if you strap yourself down. IF you are successful at staying in place (somehow), he would just bother you the whole time or not give a shit you're there and start running around. Worst case, he tries to use you as a meat shield to get away with annoying bots cuz "If you try to punch me, you'll punch the squishy human as well!"

Brainstorm: 3/10 Mech hangs from the ceiling sometimes. Sure, he has some alright shoulder plating to work with but his spontenaiety could literally throw you off. Would allow a nap but wouldn't check on you, too absorbed in his work. If he was bored and didn't have any ideas coming to him, you could suggest a sleeping bag that attaches you to mechs you want to sleep on.

I know I've missed some bots, maybe my stress will produce a part 2.

[crying-fantasies]

Medical play

Masterlist

Featuring TF: Earth Wars Game! Barricade, smut/humor, CW: reader putting a hand over the mech, dubious consent (both are drunk every time they get nasty), licking, implied oral, implied fingering and penetration, implied blowjob, messy make-out, Barricade is a menace and an afthole, the reader has a thing for praxian frames (who doesn't?)

There is just so much you can go around from one medical habsuit to the next, Ratchet and First were very serious on the topic of not exhausting yourself, a pair of complete hypocrisy as both are out cold after dual missions, you don't have more hands to help as Minerva is still recharging after a 39hrs shift, Knock Out and Wreck-gar are still out in the field, the first most likely requesting to come back already not due to worrying over you but his paint.

So there's only you when the Decepticons group comes back from a fight with whatever is coming from Cybertron, the big door opens and they see you, alone, they can't even get angry anymore as they practically toss some of their mechs on the floor, someone's arm strut almost crushes you and makes you scream, Tantrum has no much to say but “all yours, squishy doctor” as you get near to notice the two mechs tossed at you are Barricade and Waspinator; Astrotrain, bless his spark, stays longer than the rest of them, looking at you as Waspinator starts to cry out in distress, Barricade may still be rebooting due to his silence, he gives you an uncertain glance before asking “need a servo, doc?”

There is no more energy as the cries intensify, he is cringing internally from it, you can notice, especially when Barricade’s system crashes and he wakes up in intervals, shouting obscenities, “I would love some help, Astro”.

Being a doctor in the base has its pros, more than one Decepticon is indebted to you, and while not all are as nice or bearable as Astrotrain, well, you manage, the number of attempted murders against you has dropped significantly, that's progress, a constant mantra repeating in your head when Astro goes back to his barracks once both Decepticons are tossed on the medical berths, he looks at you, waiting, and you let him go as this is routine.

Monotonous, boring routine, almost every soldier and high command has already passed on your hands from a devastating blow through their spark chamber or a detailing session to calibrate sensors right and get the dirt out, you've seen it all, you've lived it all, at least for a human, Drift said you're an old soul and Ratchet told him to shut up.

Perhaps you are an old one inside, as you collect patience to shove energon candy to Wasp’s mandibles, letting him be concerned over his goodies and not his arm strut going back to where it belongs, his antenna does pick up in what you're doing when you're done, “Waspinator did well?” your tired smile speaks volumes, “You did great buddy”.

Takes time and a lot of effort to catch on to what makes them let you work, Waspinator tends to forget about the world with energon candy, others when you do part of a psychiatrist and listen to their ranting, some good tea, extra spicy in some occasions, some want you to be a “service drone” by just doing the work done, for those your hands and treatment get a little rougher.

You're proud to say that fewer Decepticons turn away from the med bay when you're in charge or alone.

Now, Wasp is entering the cryostasis pod for a recovery nap, that lets you with-

“You spawn of a glitch!”

Barricade, whose mind seems to still be in the war zone, his struts are a mess, has blaster openings on more than one side and one optic isn't working. Given that he isn't in a worse state then maybe Hook went with them on this occasion.

Still, all his wires are an utter mess.

“What-?”, takes a moment for him to run right, but once he does you are very close to overriding his system manually, “Oh, oh, nice day, doc”.

Your teeth are going to turn out into powder by how hard you're grinding them, “good afternoon, Barricade”.

This is the reason why you sent Astrotrain away and put Waspinator into the cryo pod, your reputation among the Decepticons has improved so well, that you feel proud about it and almost jumped on your feet when Megatron called you “beneficial flesh bag”.

You will not lose that.

Barricade chuckles, helm pressing to the medical berth, looking at you like he wants to take a bite, “Come on, told you to call me Barry ages ago”, his only good servo tries to touch under your lab coat, you try to keep it civil, but he is doing it so hard, pushing his digit away only has him scowling “thought I already fragged your stupid uprightness away last night cycle”.

That, you're trying to forget about that as your fingers start to move away the plating which is poorly mangled, and his panels are an utter eyesore, but at least his internals aren't damaged, you can do this fast and spare yourself the mortification of hearing him talk about the most recent drunken misstep, the many, embarrassing many drunken missteps, “Barricade, I’m a medical official, you're an enforcer, we must keep it professional”.

With an air of anticipation, he clicks his glossa, just as you had predicted, “Professional this, professional that, that’s all you talk about”, he has an arm twisted abnormally backward, wires and lines messed up, but all that doesn't stop him from trying to get into your pants while sober, “what happened to the doctor that reached a fleshy servo inside my valve to check, uh? Or the doctor who tested my transfluid and gave me the all-good?”

Memories flush as fast as the rush of your blood coursing through every vein and artery, there is never quite enough to make a full picture and you swear that there is not even an ounce of resolve that wants to remember as you put his plating out of the way, trying to concentrate on the task and welding machine at hand, but it's so hard when he is looking at you like that and doing obnoxious, heavy ventilations laced with groans and the occasional moan when you drag away plating with force, “just like that, doc, you know how I like it”.

Who could've known that he had this kind of interest, yet again, Runamuck said something along the lines of you being the primary reason for his curious awakening in new interfacing techniques, and even giving you the hint that maybe you two should make it official to this point, you don't have a friend to care about to give the news so what are you waiting for? He says it with sincerity, unbecoming from a Decepticon, still with the usual bite most of them have.

Most people tend to their friends or interests, leaving lonely you at a corner of the bar full of people and cybertronians, never having the time to make some bonding, friendship, or fraternity, glancing respectfully at a pretty praxian that seems to be the focus of many as he talks, surrounded by his friends. Drinking to have the courage to go there and talk with him isn't the answer, that much has been proved over and over, as your feet wobble and your brain is soon to fall asleep from the intoxication.

The first time it happened, it was a mistake. You were drunk, just holding onto the first servo you could find, searching for that telling chevron as you looked up, and in the way his door wings perked up by the contact, he was just as drunk as you, overcharged, but still had the decorum to get you into his habsuit before punching the close buttons in haste. You aren't proud of yourself, much less when his red optics look at your hand pressing over his chest plate, urging him to the berth, following your command not by force or by his weakened state, he wants to and even has the vulgarity to put his servos under his helm, expecting you to do whatever you desire and go along with him, like you were some service drone ready to do the job.

Barricade found himself unprepared for the sudden pressure of your fingers over usually unused buttons and crevices of his chest, you had the medical knowledge to override his self-protection protocol. Exposing his spark, shining hard, light flowing into your face, so pretty, so enticing, a literal star in front of you.

It's hard to believe you forced him to do anything, but yet again, the bastard remembers that night with a dreamlike smile.

It would be foolish to just let it be, but you also felt stupid waking up the morning after, your radio almost blowing up with 39 messages from First Aid, resuming them in “your shift started 6 hours ago, I’ve distracted Ratchet from noticing but now Ratbat is whining to be treated by your hands only, where the frag are you?” as your face, middle and lower body have the sticky feeling of semi-dried transfluid, your partner of the previous night recharging soundly by your side.

Only one look at him and you were running from that habsuit like it was a contamination chamber, no matter how many times you ran, you still, somehow, ended up on his habsuit, on repeated occasions, always brought by bad decisions, alcohol and high-grade, mixed with xenophilia, Barricade kicked out his habsuit partner without any decorum, both in a frenzied and drunken mist to even care when Runamuck tells him “hey, I'm happy you finally stopped to be an annoyance in the highway, but could you frag the flesh bag somewhere else?!”, still, you both know he won't say a word, just allowing him to go make a ruckus in the nearest street, leaving you both to your own and trying to feign ignorance when he wants to put an audio receptor in the door when you moan, leaving anyway when things seem to be too gross for him, more times than not that's when Barricade shoves his glossa inside your mouth, almost getting off by the way you try to suck it, earning a wicked groan as his servos grip too hard over your chest and ass, leaving pretty marks here and there.

Both of you don't care, hardly keeping at bay where hands or servos reached before you put him over the berth with a firm tone, urging him to show you his spark chamber for a quick examination, feeling a hot, fluid rush from head to toe when he does as requested, waiting for you to take place over his abdominal armor, fingers creeping over his array, opening it manually, the smell of ozone heavy in the dark habsuit, your hands hold your weight, telling him to show the resilience of his hips if he could haul your insignificant body in constant pumping so you could measure the electrical flow of his stabilizers.

Oh, and he showed off so well last night.

“Bet you wanted to treat another praxian”, at that side remark he can only yelp when you tug way too hard on his line, Barricade is soon to shout at you, stopping, realizing you have detangled the mess the others made on the war zone with a single pull in a movement, no leaking, no lasting pain, but a scorching, painful pressure over his interface panel when he compares this fed up and angry you to the one liking over his sensors and modules while calling him a “good patient”.

His optics and biolights flare, a telltale you've reluctantly become familiar with.

“Is that everything, Barricade?”, you're frustrated with his nonsense, trying to get him away as soon as possible when you catch on his ventilation fans overworking, he smells like ozone.

“Now that you are asking-”

“Fleshy doc!”

He gets away from you with outstanding force and speed, another batch of Decepticons is at the hangar door, knocking first, it gives you another source of happiness and pride as Gnaw does it in place of just barging right in, finally some improvement, enough time for you to catch on your canned shower and aromatherapy spray, using great amount over your body and Barricade, who isn't pleased in the slightest to smell like lemon and vanilla, again, "yeah, come in!"

You try your best to disregard his disapproving look, realizing that what you said didn't come out the way you wanted it to given the circumstances.

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I love Bayverse Barricade but I love this interpretation of him a little more, very handsome, even when he doesn't look that much like the original, and very obsessed with the game once again, but in the variety is the pleasure.

@tf-kinktober2024

[tftarotproject]

So as I understand, this project is lost light/idw focused but has basically every major character anyway? Just cause of how many cards? Cause I love the idea of a TF tarot but I haven’t read idw so I’m not really into it much yet. Just wanna know to see if it’s good for me ya know? Thanks!

The characters included are:

0 The Fool - Tailgate

I The Magician - Brainstorm

II The High Priestess - Mistress of Flame

III The Empress - Windblade

IV The Emperor - Starscream

V The Hierophant - Optimus Prime

VI The Lovers - Chromedome and Rewind

VII The Chariot - Megatron

VIII Strength - First Aid

IX The Hermit - Cyclonus

X Wheel of Fortune - Deathsaurus

XI Justice - Ultra Magnus/Minimus Ambus

XII The Hanged Man - Drift

XIII Death - Whirl

XIV Temperance - Dai Atlas

XV The Devil - Tarn

XVI The Tower - Skids

XVII The Star -  The Necrobot/Censere

XVIII The Moon - Red Alert

XIX The Sun - Rodimus

XX Judgment - Rung

XXI The World - The Lost Light

Thundercracker - Ace of Wands

Pyra Magna - Two of Wands

Pipes - Three of Wands

Blaster - Four of Wands

Overlord - Five of Wands

Galvatron - Six of Wands

Kaon - Seven of Wands

Blurr - Eight of Wands

Metroplex - Nine of Wands

Ratchet - Ten of Wands

Ten - Page of Wands

Firestar - Knight of Wands

Nautica - Queen of Wands

Thunderclash - King of Wands

Prowl - Ace of Swords

Fulcrum - Two of Swords

Krok - Three of Swords

Metalhawk - Four of Swords

Arcee - Five of Swords

Ambulon - Six of Swords

Pharma - Seven of Swords

Vos - Eight of Swords

Tarantulas - Nine of Swords

Getaway - Ten of Swords

Wing - Page of Swords

Wheeljack - Knight of Swords

Velocity - Queen of Swords

Tyrest - King of Swords

Swindle - Ace of Pentacles

Riptide - Two of Pentacles

The Wreckers - Three of Pentacles

Trailcutter - Four of Pentacles

Fortress Maximus - Five of Pentacles

Nickel - Six of Pentacles

Shockwave - Seven of Pentacles

Perceptor - Eight of Pentacles

Trepan - Nine of Pentacles

Lockdown - Ten of Pentacles

Spinister - Page of Pentacles

Crankcase - Knight of Pentacles

Helex - Queen of Pentacles

Bumblebee - King of Pentacles

Cerebros - Ace of Cups

Lug & Anode - Two of Cups

Misfire - Three of Cups

Tesarus - Four of Cups

Grimlock - Five of Cups

Cosmos - Six of Cups

Swerve - Seven of Cups

Skywarp - Eight of Cups

Nightbeat - Nine of Cups

Chromia - Ten of Cups

Sunstreaker - Page of Cups

Jazz - Knight of Cups

Soundwave - Queen of Cups

Roller - King of Cups

Some of these characters are exclusive to the IDW comics, but most are familiar faces through continuities. Even if you don't know all of the characters, it's a beautiful deck any TF fan could appreciate. You can also go through the rest of the blog to see some of the pieces our artists have created!

[mychlapci]

Ageswap ratchet definitely gets pregnant constantly. Maybe Drift thinks its his the first time it happens, you know since he was convinced ratchet is a pure little virgin. But ratchet just pops out bitty after bitty and theyre all different. Soon its just free advertising for how much of a whore ratchet is, his valve is free use for anyone to come and stuff full of transfluid and keep him nice and full. His belly is always huge and his tits leak constantly. Ageswap prowl soon is jealous of all the attention ratchet gets and starts getting ideas of his own....

Aaaaaa of course, Ratchet’s got plenty of baby daddies paying him child support, belly always fat with another bitty as proof of his whore ways. No one can resist though, he’s just so sexy when he’s pregnant and his titties are so huge. Prowl sees it all go down and gets soooo jealous that some of his sitters are letting Ratchet bounce on their spikes just so that they can touch his big belly and drink from his full tits. If Prowl got pregnant, though, then Ratchet would have some real competition. It takes a little birth control tampering that Sunny and Sides don’t know about and Prowl is quickly knocked up just in time to compete with Ratchet’s new baby bump.

Now they’re both tempting high command, and they almost can’t choose…. Which they don’t have to! The young mommies should play nice and let them take care of their needs. Prowl and Ratchet are so competitive that they hate it as first, but the heavier they get the more they mellow out. They’re still trying to one-up each other, but they wouldn’t want to stop their little competition, not when it involves seeing which one of them squirts harder or sucks spike better. And at the end of the day, they still end up frotting their baby bumps over someone’s spike, making out hungrily

[transingthoseformers]

Ironhide: *breaks into Decepticon High Command* WHICH ONE OF YOU FUCKS KNOCKED UP RATCHET

Decepticons: *Collectively turn to look at each other in confusion*

Ironhide: Don’t play dumb with me, I know one of you shitheads did it. The thing came out with red eyes and claws and fangs!!!

Soundwave: Query: Is Deadlock not an autobot?

Ironhide: Deadlock? That pain in the ass is dead dumbshit.

Soundwave: *Puts up a picture onscreen*

Ironhide: Newsflash asshole, that’s Drift.

Soundwave: *Puts up a picture of Deadlock next to Drift*

Ironhide:…

Soundwave:…

Deceptions:…

Ironhide: I have to go.

SON OF A BITCH SGSGGSFDDGDG

Soundwave knew

Ironhide... Didn't.

[cozzzynook]

I know you did something similar with Bumblebee. What if Optimus is Hot Rods sire. How would Optimus react to Hot Rods potential partners?

Hot rod keeps most of his partners a secret because majority are on and off or one time frag flings.

He’s a mech with needs that he doesn’t want his sire or any bot really, to know. He actually is private believe it or not.

But there are a few times it was a frag fling that could’ve been more that he just couldn’t hide well enough.

His once mysterious on and off with Soundwave was almost discovered but thankfully them springing into action and fighting at just the right time kept their secret from being discovered. They decided to end it there but remained good friends oddly enough. His conjunx find out on accident that he used to see the master spy.

There was a time Hot rod was secretly meeting up with Ultra Magnus before he became Rodimus and a period when he was Rodimus. Optimus had his suspicions the two liked each other and neither were ever going to tell Optimus or let it be known it went a lot further than just liking each other. Hot rod was so happy he was small enough to pass as a pillow in Magnus berth under his sheets when his sire came to deliver paperwork to Magnus that one night.

A bot that he never dated but his sire wanted him to date was Thunderclash. He outright refused, in front of the war hero at that, and his sire still wanted him to give the mech a chance. Hot rod finally agreed after almost a year of his sire bothering him about it. When the two were alone Hot rod apologized but said he really wasn’t interested and apologized for getting Thunderclash’s hopes up like that. He did meet the mech at his hab so he wouldn’t waste anymore of the mechs time than he already had but he still felt guilty.

Hot rod outright made a large rejection to dating someone on his team when his sire suggested it. That would always end badly and his sire did agree and came from a good place asking its just Hot rod didn’t want him finding out he’d slept with Blurr and Springer on multiple occasions. It was always with no strings attached, they were friends blowing off steam, but he knew his sire would not take it well so he kept that hidden too.

He’s had a string of decepticon frags he never intends to tell his sire about and the time he both individually and collectively fragged Megatron and Starscream because they were all charged and drunk off high grade on a neutral planet was something none of them were ever going to tell a single spark so long as they were online.

After that Hot rod chilled out considerably and by the time he was on the lost light he may or may not have fragged Megatron again, but this time he was a new Megatron and not a warlord now so he’ll say it doesn’t count. Nor does his threesome with the former warlord and his old fling Magnus now Minimus count either…or the multiple times they fragged or had private marathon sessions.

He didn’t have to worry about his sire finding out so he felt a lot more relaxed but he wasn’t interested in sleeping with his crew. He knew he was a horrible captain but not that horrible.

There was that one time he’d gotten really drunk at Swerves when they landed on a certain planet and he had a quick frag with Dreadwing and Skyquake. He wasn’t worried about his sire finding out but he sure was annoyed with all the teasing Megs gave him when he had to come get him because he was too fragged out to walk or transform…he gave the twin seekers his personal comm after that meeting.

What can he say he’s a spike slut he knows it.

He just didn’t want Drift or Ratchet to know.

He should’ve definitely remembered not to get up with ease after taking the pounding of a life time and giving them the ride and transfluid suck, in all aspects, of a processor crasher, at least in their opinion. Yeah it definitely one of the best frags he’s ever had and the fact he actually liked, was in love, with the two made it even better….its just he’s had rougher, longer, bigger and crazier frags than this one.

He didn’t dare say that though, he just blamed it on not being able to sit still which they didn’t buy at all.

Thankfully Ratchet accidentally exposing their relationship of sorts to Optimus via face plate cam where the two were catching up and Drift was in the back wearing a towel all wet and Rodimus had brought Ratchet a mug of hot energon kissing his helm fin wearing one of their blankets, the cyber kitty was out of the bag.

His sire was extremely happy and jumped to conclusions right away as Rodimus tried to back away from the camera thinking he could avoid being seen. His sire took that and his immediate denial for shyness about finally finding someone to date and conjunx. Rodimus literally told Optimus “they are conjunx to each other I am not seeing them,” only for it to be ignored.

To Rodimus, Optimus saying he was glad his bitlet finally stopped being too difficult to handle and date was a good thing. That he shouldn’t scare bots off with his impulsive and childish behavior and that it was good he finally had his life together and seeing two bots that were good for him and would help keep him on track was perfect. Rodimus didn’t bat an optic when Optimus said its a good thing he picked right on his first actual try and was being a gentlemech instead of bouncing from relationship to relationship like he feared whenever Rodimus eventually did start dating.

Rodimus was rolling his optics when Optimus said he was glad his own bitlet didn’t turn out to be shareware like some bots were rumoring him to be and thats when Rodimus immediately faked a smile, said love you creator bye and hung up the call.

He let out a deep vent and opened his optics to see Drift and Ratchet giving him a funny look and he played off a laugh shrugging his shoulders before walking away with, “my sire is so embarrassing.”

Yeah he’s aware of how Optimus actually views him. Sure he loves him but he doesn’t think very highly of him and he gets it. His sire is right to think that way but his sire doesn’t actually know he has a right to feel that way. Sure he knows his major frag ups but not just how wild he actually was.

He fears the day his sire learns what a complete failure of a prime, bitlet and autobot he truly is.

He figures theres no reason to really put thought into drift and ratchet seeing his convo with his sire. He just tells the two as he’s leaving that he’ll tell Optimus it was a mistake and make sure he doesn’t bug them about this. He’s not giving them a single chance to say a word back because he’s out the door and speeding off to his hab to personally call optimus and tell him they are not dating and to leave his non existent love life alone.

Of course after he finally gets his sire to drop it here comes Drift and Ratchet telling him they are interested in dating him and they thought they made that clear. That and he wasn’t getting off the hook for the conversation between himself and his sire or how he could just be so unfazed by long and brutal fragging.

He..tries to leave this conversation because he very much does not almost pass out nor did he burst out crying when they made things vulnerable.

He absolutely does none of those things.

He completely denies all of this and when his sire asked while looking smug when they return to cybertron for their wedding, “i thought you three weren’t dating?”

Rodimus almost ignites his tribal gown. If it weren’t for the two he literally just married he would have.

Its not till after the wedding and all the spark felt speeches did Drift and Ratchet corner him because they figured out some of the mechs he fragged and wow it explains why he’s so casually confident and can easily do all type of things in the berth.

“Really kid?! Dreadwing and Skyquake at the same time?! Starscream and Megatron when they were our enemies?! Literally magnus before that spark forsaken adventure! Who else was there?!”

“You would not believe me and I don’t think i should tell.”

He does tell.

Drift has a really mean jealous streak and so does Ratchet.

Rodimus tries to defend himself by saying ratchet used to be the party ambulance but Ratchet says that was in med school and he didn’t commit treason.

Rodimus shrugs it off or tries to.

They find a way to leave Rodimus in tears that night on their wedding by giving him the one thing none of his partners ever have.

They make love to him. Slow passionate spark bonding love…that leaves him both a sobbing wreck for two days and sparked by the time they get back.

Rodimus is not at all happy or amused at being made completely vulnerable and having to rely on them to take care of him for their entire wedding night or honeymoon and the fact that they sparked him. He’d rather it was them sparked, not himself.

They had other plans though.

Idk if this is what you were looking for but this was the best i could do.

To me they roddy and optimus love each other but they have so much undiscussed angst between each other its obvious. At least to Drift and Ratchet. Rodimus knows and he’s sure his sire knows too. Its just Optimus thinks he’s good at hiding how disappointed he is at how Rodimus turned out.

Rodimus will be the first to agree his sire is right when Drift and Ratchet bring up their relationship and they hate it. But Rodimus has honestly learned to expect disappointment and to always be a failure both in reality and in his sires optics and they both hate how serious and casual he is about it.

I’m sorry i just had to make it angsty.

[theoceanoasis]

Rodimus being a surrogate for drift and ratchet. He loves them but knows it’ll always be a secret one sided love.

He ends up conjunxed to soundwave. They both just take such good care of each other in all aspects

Holding a box of candy in one hand he knocked with the other feeling his spark pound in his chest. Recently Ratchet and Drift had been spending a lot of time with him. Going on what seemed like dates and now they were inviting him over because they wanted to ask him something.

He was practically vibrating with excitement. He'd always loved Drift and he'd found himself falling for Ratchet. He thought they felt the same way and were going to ask him if he would be interested in dating them.

Ratchet opened the door happy to see him and quickly pulled him inside. Drift was already inside giving him a nervous smile as he was guided to sit across from them.

"There is something we want to ask you..."

He nodded shifting with excitement.

"We want you to be our surrogate."

He gave them a confused look.

"We've always wanted a family but neither of us can carry."

"Don't you have to have carried in the past to be considered?"

"Yes and from the exams I've given you over the years I know you've carried in the past."

His energon froze and he stiffened trying to hide his distress.

"Let me think about it."

Even though he tried to hide it from him, Drift could still tell something was wrong.

"Roddy?"

Feeling boxed in he began to panic and before Drift could touch him he ran back to his room where he collapsed onto the floor.

He began to uncontrollably sob as he thought about his sparkling who was gone. They'd died in the fall of Nyon and having Drift and Ratchet bring up carrying, brought back a flood of memories and emotions he'd tried to forget.

Breaking down he was despondent for days. He knew everyone was worried about him. Drift and Ratchet had come by apologizing Ratchet admitting that he'd been insensitive.

He should have realized there was a reason he never brought up having a sparkling.

He'd clawed at his belly right where his tank was. All it ever did was cause him grief. He thought Drift and Ratchet liked him but all they wanted was a surrogate.

Megatron was able to piece together what happened and knew why he was upset. He'd been there after all watching him break down and sob with Soundwave holding him.

The grief had torn them apart. Soundwave wanted to kill the high council and make them suffer as revenge. He wanted to burn Cybertron to the ground. However Hot Rod didn't want anyone else to suffer the same pain he did.

Soundwave chose the Decepticons and Hot Rod chose the Autobots and both of them liked to pretend that was it. Even though their sparks desperately reached for each other every time they were near. On the anniversary and birthday of their sparkling they would always get together. To mourn and to celebrate the life gone too soon.

Megatron knew Soundwave would be the only one who could help him and he was right.

When he heard a knock on the door he was going to ignore it until it was their secret knock. He'd gasped opening the door in shock to find Soundwave.

"Rodimus."

He broke down sobbing and Soundwave held him. Their sparks swelled and their fields desperately mixed together.

Soundwave pulled him inside before anyone could see him break down. Knowing he wouldn't want his crew to see him like that.

They clung to each other as he told Soundwave everything. He was pissed. How dare they try and use him?

They made him believe they liked him only to be manipulating him into giving them a sparkling. Ratchet especially should have known better and shouldn't have said that.

He felt violated and helpless. Soundwave suggested a new medic which was a start but he didn't know if he could trust them anymore.

"I feel my entire life has been destroyed and I don't know how to start over again. It hurt too much the first time."

"I'm sorry Rodimus. I promise you won't be alone this time I'm not leaving you."

Nodding he cuddled closer and Soundwave held him as they grieved.

[tinydefector]

It seems we have a new obsession in your blog!

Say, what chaos ensues when the Lost Light Crew are the ones babysitting the little ones?

The best babysitter: Velocity, Thunderclash, Drift, Hound, Ten, Powerglide, Tailgate, First Aid, Ambulon, Skids, Ravage

Experienced with kids: Swerve, Rung, Whirl

The reluctant Babysitter: Chromedome, Cyclonus, Hoist, Perceptor, Ratchet, Rewind, Ultra Magnus/Minimus Ambus, Trailbreaker/Trailcutter, Fortress Maximus,Bluestreak, Nightbeat

Chaos Babysit: Blaster, Brainstorm, Red Alert ,Rodimus, Smokescreen, Sunstreaker, Riptide, Mirage, Nautica.

Ps I call the kids bitty for the sparkling, and Bubba for the human baby

Swerve: Swerve feels so honoured when you ask him to bitty and bubba. Becuase this mech absolutely loves sparklings, if it wasn't for the war, he would have most likely settled down and raised one himself. And the kids adore him. He's Uncle Swerve despite Megatron's protest. He seems to always have the kids occupied and not causing chaos, and no one knows how he does it, nor does he tell them. When they are hunger, he'll go out of his way to make them their favourite. And a lot of the time when Megatron and his lover come to find the bitty and bubba, they are both passed out on Swerve one on his chest and the other curled up under his chin Swerve himself is also sleeping with them held close. He truly is the best and most experienced with kids.

Ravage: Despite how much Ravage grumble about the kids, he adores them, and they him. He will walk around with them both sitting on his back, *cough* glorified Guard cat *cough*. Will snarl at anyone who gets too close to the kids who He doesn't trust. Said list of bots he trust are very small. The kids are his world after Megatron first introduces them. He also watching them from the vents and celling when they are causing chaos around the ship, carrying bubba around by the back of their shirt. And will even clean Bittys helm with licks, making sure nothing happens to either of them. He can and will kill for these two kids because they are Megatron's sparkling and human baby. But he also gets involved with helping them with some of the chaos, knocking things off high places the kids can't get to. But most of all, he loves curling up with the two kids. He purrs loudly to lure them to sleep, and it's quite amusing when Megatron finds Ravage curled up with the kids.

Fortmax: This Mech is so afraid to be around such small beings. It gets to the point that he will avoid them the best he can, but then one cycle, he find them causing chaos in his quarters, chewing on things, and just making a mess. But then one of them waddle over to him with a little drawing for him, and it makes his spark melt. In the end, he sits on the floor, watching them both play with a collection of items. It gives him the idea of making toys for them. They were out in space and didn't get many opportunities to buy things like that, so he decided to make toys for them, which would be beneficial to everyone on ship.

Rodimus: Rodimus is only allowed supervised visits after the first time he babysat them. It had ended with both kids, Rodimus and the room covered in a neon green paint that still stains the walls of the lost light. Green hand prints down halls, on the captain's seat, and on parts of the cantina. So from now on, he's only allowed to see them with the supervision of Ravage, Drift, Magnus, or Ratchet. He tries dubbing himself, Uncle roddy. The kids do very much adore Rodimus. I love seeing him when they do.

Cyclonus: This mech puts up the most stone cold facade, but the moment one of those kids asks him for help, he's helping. He will carry them around and even reads to them. He never thought he would enjoy being around kids. He's a warrior, but he does have a soft spot for the kids. But make no mistake if they get into his quarters and mess with stuff he will pick them both up walk straight back to Megatron and his partner's quarters and dump the two kids in one of their arms before walking off to clean up a mess. He loves watching how Tailgate gets when they both have the kids with them for a day. Watching how sweet Tailgate is asking what they are doing. The praise the smaller bot gives to the kids over drawings, or even words. It makes him want his own sparkling.

Rewind: Rewind is reluctant to Babysit but likes recording big events for them. Wants to keep records of the paint mishap, the time Bitlet got stuck in the vents trying to follow Skids. Bubbas first lost tooth. Rewind may not feel like a decent babysitter but he is an amazing record keeper, knows what each of the kids like. Has copies of each of their art projects. Rewind is like that proud Aunt/ grandma.

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