#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

[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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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

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[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

[cozzzynook]

Drift and Rodimus fragging for the first time. Drift thinking he did a really good job until he noticed Rodimus seemed unsatisfied. He tried to deny it telling him that he was the best frag he'd ever had.

However Drift knows he's lying and bothers him until he admits that during the war he interfaced with Soundwave and it was amazing. No one else could compare and it wasn't his fault.

Hear me out…

This is how Drift finds out Rodimus when he was Hot rod was a decepticon slut who fragged Soundwave multiple times to the point some of Soundwaves minicons are Rodimus’s sparklings as well.

Rodimus has fragged Soundwave on multiple occasions and he’s fragged Dreadwing and Skyquake together on multiple occasions as well. Rodimus admits he has a few sparklings and they’re all well taken care of and with decepticons.

Its why the decepticons bring no harm to him because he’s a high ranking decepticon carrier.

He’s got two sparklings with Soundwave, a set of twins that belong to Dreadwing and Skyquake—Drift knows their spikes are huge, he’s surprised Rodimus never ripped his valve taking the two.

Hot rod surprises him when he admits he’s been intimate with Tarn but not in a sexual way more of a Tarn drank his milk straight from his nozzles as a comfort and he’s acted like a carrier towards him ever since. Its just something he could never push away and the decepticons didn’t try to stop it since it made Tarn more stable.

Rodimus admits he’s fragged the seeker trine just once but he and Starscream are really just friends who helped each other with rut and heat cycles with the trine getting their turns as well. They really only want Bumblebee and he was more than happy to see his little brother get conjunxed with the three.

Drift didn’t see that coming but he should have since Bee is always sparked with a bitty too big for his tanks. No wonder the trine are always carrying him in their arms and the little bug doesn’t complain.

“Oh and then there was the time I fragged Deathhead. He’s actually such a sweet spark in berth he made me giggle and blush the entire time. Oh and it was nice having a frag sesh with Lockdown and Swindle, but really I just wanted to watch. They’re so cute and in love even if they don’t say it. Those two have been dancing around each other for millennia.”

Rodimus even tells him how he’s fragged Megatron on a series of occasions and that he has three sparklings with the former warlord who took great care of him and their sparklings.

“Honestly the only reason we didn’t conjunx was because of Optimus..He didn’t do anything it’s just…you know what nevermind. Point is, if I ever get sparked again I’d want him or Soundwave to be the sires. Dreadwing and Skyquake have a mate now and I don’t want to intrude. Though Soundwave does look like he needs a break..maybe I should bring all the minicons with me for a while so he can relax?”

Rodimus is just lost in thought while Drift is looking at him so surprised and horny because he wants that forge carrying his sparklings.

But then he stops and asks a very important question.

“Why didn’t you frag me when I was Deadlock?”

“Hm? Oh! You’re in love with Ratchet. Thats why. I’m still rooting for you two to conjunx,” Rodimus smiled before comming Soundwave and offering to take the minicons for a while.

Drift is just stuck because Rodimus is right.

He’s also stuck because not even a day later Rodimus is taking care of minicons, Tarn who snuck aboard and Megatron who eyes Rodimus taking care of all these bots like the surprisingly great carrier he is while playing with a vial he knows just has to be innermost energon.

Drift is comming Ratchet with a plan to keep Rodimus to themselves before he knows it, hoping he’s not too late when he sees another handful of cons walk in wanting the same thing.

[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.

.

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

[theoceanoasis]

Dratchrod where Drift and Ratchet mention being too old for Sparklings while Rodimus barely touches his food one night while in their home. They make jokes about it and don’t pay too much mind to Rodimus not really laughing along.

As time goes on they notice Rodimus is a bit distant while also seeing that his frame has changed. His hips are wider and his tanks are growing round. He sleeps a little more and eats more too.

They ask little things like “are you okay,” and make secret faces about the fuel he consumes because they never knew Roddy to like sweet cyber fruits.

Its not until they get home from a late shift do they see Rodimus packing a bag and putting his important things in there do they block the door and rush to find out whats wrong.

Its then Rodimus tells them, “I’m leaving,” his face is empty yet so sad.

“Why?!”

“What do you mean leaving?!”

He’s their conjunx, they won’t allow him to leave.

“It’s better this way.”

“The slag it is.”

“You are not leaving us.”

There’s a long moment of high tension as the two get close to him. They’re not an arm length away when Rodimus drops his secret. He’s not afraid of being hurt physically just emotionally.

“I’m sparked.”

The silence is loud and their open jaws say a lot.

Ratchet is running a scan and Drift is feeling along Roddy’s tanks and they get the further confirmation they need.

It ends on a happy note though.

They never want rodimus to leave and they would gladly have a sparkling with roddy. They just knew their frames couldn’t handle it and they would never ask that of roddy knowing how uncomfortable he is with the subject of tank carrying.

Even though he was a little tired from being sick that morning he was hard at work making dinner. Tonight was special and he knew it would be a night they'd never forget.

He practically jumped with excitement and couldn't wait for them to arrive. He had amazing news to share with them and couldn't wait to tell them.

He tried not to be too impatient as he finished cooking and set the table. He made it look all nice and fancy wanting it to be perfect.

"What's the occasion?"

Drift wrapped his arms around him and he leaned back letting him kiss his cheek. Not wanting to give anything away he told him a half lie.

"I had time and wanted to do something special and show you two how much I love you."

Drifts face softened and he kissed him before they both turned towards the door which opened to reveal Ratchet.

He came over and kissed them both on the cheek taking in the nice dinner he gave them both a curious look.

Drift explained while the three of them sat down and started to eat. His spark was racing as he tried to figure out when the right time would be. He desperately wanted to blurt out the news but the two of them were in the middle of a conversation.

When he heard Drift mention someone on board being sparked he found his attention drawn wondering what they thought about it. He was about to ask when Ratchet snorted talking about how he was too old for a sparkling.

He felt his spark sink as he listened to them go back and forth joking about how they were too old and wouldn't have time.

With every word it felt like his spark was being stabbed and he found himself holding back tears, not wanting them to see him cry. What was once a happy moment was now ruined and he found himself panicking wondering what he was going to do now.

He wanted to keep the sparkling. From the moment he learned he was sparked he'd been so excited. He'd always wanted a sparkling and this was his chance.

If he told Ratchet and Drift they'd be upset with him and would want him to get rid of the sparkling. They'd be angry if he refused and he hid his face as a few tears fell.

Even though he loved them so much their relationship wasn't going to work out. He needed to leave now and find a way to raise his sparkling on his own.

He looked at his plate in disgust feeling sick at the very idea of eating. He moved the food around in his plate but didn't eat anything.

Ratchet and Drift didn't notice too busy talking about how much they didn't want a sparkling and stabbing the knife in further.

Having made up his mind to leave he began to distance himself. At first Drift and Ratchet didn't notice which hurt a lot even if it gave him time to get his stuff together.

He didn't want to leave but he didn't want them to resent him for choosing to keep their sparkling. He knew they wanted nothing to do with their little one and even though it hurt he had to think about his sparkling.

Looking in the mirror he noticed that his body was changing. His hips were growing wider and his belly had gotten bigger.

He only realized when Ratchet made a comment about him eating too many sweets. At the time it had felt like a slap in the face but now looking in the mirror he knew it wouldn't be long before it was obvious he was carrying. He needed to get out of there before that happened.

Even though he knew it was part of carrying he still found himself watching what he ate. He also didn't let Ratchet or Drift touch him thinking he was too disgusting to be touched and that maybe it's a good thing they didn't want the sparkling. Otherwise he'd be forced to deal with their disgust when his body started to change and they no longer felt attracted to him.

He felt tired all the time and after some pointed comments made by those around him. He started sleeping when no one was home. That way he didn't have to be criticized by those around him. He was exhausted and he couldn't help that his body needed more sleep. He didn't know why people had to immediately assume he was being lazy or disrespectful during meetings.

As time went on he knew Drift and Ratchet were catching on. They kept looking at him oddly and would share looks between the two of them they thought he didn't notice. It made him more insecure and he refused to eat in front of them. Tired of being judged for what he was eating. It wasn't his fault their sparkling was craving a very sweet mixture of energon.

When the day came for him to leave he was nervous and sad. While packing his bags he'd broken down and begun crying wishing things could be different.

He was just about to leave the apartment with his bags packed when he was stopped by Ratchet and Drift who'd come home early.

They stared at him in shock not processing what was happening until they both started shouting.

He'd flinched back refusing to look at them when he told them he was leaving.

They both gave him a shocked look and Ratchet immediately demanded to know why. They both blocked the door refusing to let him out and wanting to talk about this.

"It's better for all of us if I leave."

Drift shook his head giving him a sad look.

"You can't leave."

"The slag it is!"

Ratchet glared.

"You are not leaving. I don't know what's going on with you but we can talk it through."

"I'm sparked."

He blurted out flinching slightly in preparation for the horrible words that were about to be thrown at him. Except none came and when he looked up he found Drift and Ratchet staring at him in surprise and to his shock happiness.

They were both immediately on him. Ratchet scanned him and Drift was feeling his swollen belly. Both of them looked at him with love and adoration and it was so shocking it nearly brought him to the floor as his knees went weak.

"I don't understand I thought you wouldn't want the sparkling."

"Of course we'd want the sparkling."

"Why would you think we wouldn't?"

"The jokes you two were making about not wanting a sparkling?"

"We're both too old to have sparklings and our bodies have been put through so much that it's not possible. We never thought we'd ever have the chance to have sparklings."

"We joke about it because it's easier to cope."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"We didn't want you to feel pressured. We know how you feel about being a tank carrier and everything you've gone through."

He felt tears fall and both Ratchet and Drift hugged him. He collapsed into their arms and sobbed in relief because they loved him and wanted their sparkling.

The three of them eventually moved to their bed where they cuddled together excitedly talking about the future.

[novafire-is-thinking]

Round One is ready!

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Cyclonus vs. Hound ✧ Dominus Ambus vs. Cerebros

Censere vs. Getaway ✧ Megatron vs. Broadside

Maccadam vs. Rung ✧ Thunderhowl vs. Predaking

Whirl vs. Kup ✧ Tracks vs. Froid

Meteorfire vs. Hubcap ✧ Tyrest vs. Alpha Trion

Flatline vs. Blurr ✧ Topspin vs. Misfire

Dai Atlas vs. Dinobot ✧ Ratchet vs. Grimlock

Rodimus Prime vs. Hook ✧ Cheetor vs. Pharma

Star Saber vs. Hardhead ✧ Thrust vs. Smokescreen

Blackout vs. Heatwave ✧ Hardshell vs. Slingshot

Vos vs. Wasp ✧ Chase vs. Helex

Knockout vs. Silverbolt ✧ Powerglide vs. Grapple

Nemesis Prime vs. Optimus Primal ✧ Drift vs. Skyquake

High Tide vs. Beachcomber ✧ Motormaster vs. Rampage

Fireflight vs. Fracas ✧ Doubledealer vs. Quickstrike

Huffer vs. Breakdown ✧ Ten vs. Tarn

Snarl vs. Boulder ✧ Shockwave vs. Sentinel Prime

Cosmos vs. Sunstorm ✧ Crankcase vs. Trepan

Bluestreak vs. Windcharger ✧ Scrapper vs. Skids

Long Haul vs. Ambulon ✧ Dreadwing vs. Soundblaster

Optimus Prime vs. Riptide ✧ Soundwave vs. Cliffjumper

Metroplex vs. Bonecrusher ✧ Sideswipe vs. Barricade

Depth Charge vs. Brimstone ✧ Offroad vs. Ultra Magnus

Scavenger vs. Rattrap ✧ Starscream vs. Afterburner

Rewind vs. Brawl ✧ Hot Shot vs. Tesarus

Wheeljack vs. Blades ✧ Thunderclash vs. Kaon

Astrotrain vs. Wildrider ✧ Blaster vs. Lockdown

Fulcrum vs. Swoop ✧ Blitzwing vs. Dead End

Warpath vs. First Aid ✧ Perceptor vs. Ramjet

Mirage vs. Bumblebee ✧ Chromedome vs. Sunstreaker

Tailgate vs. Overlord ✧ Jazz vs. Sludge

Prowl vs. Slug ✧ Swerve vs. Brawn

Deathsaurus vs. Springer ✧ Skyfire vs. Sunder

Air Raid vs. Spinister ✧ Terrorsaur vs. Bulkhead

Seaspray vs. Kickback ✧ Guzzle vs. Runamuck

Tarantulas vs. Trailbreaker ✧ Rhinox vs. Ferak

Red Alert vs. Thundercracker ✧ Fortress Maximus vs. Lugnut

Impactor vs. Dirge ✧ Wing vs. Mixmaster

Brainstorm vs. Skydive ✧ Nightbeat vs. Inferno

Gears vs. Hoist ✧ Runabout vs. Drag Strip

Sky-Byte vs. Scorponok ✧ Swindle vs. Tigatron

[breakdownsbuttlights]

Just for funsies: If you could spend a day with any of your humanformers who would you pick and why?

Oh definitely Drift. He's intimidating, but, unlike other intimidating figures like Ratchet, Prowl, and Cyclonus, he goes out of his way to come across as benign and amiable as possible. He's gotten very good at putting one at ease. He's also a natural teacher (in the Wing tradition), so we could break the ice with a lesson in swordcraft. From there he could read my star chart and show me his bean plants. At some point we'd get high and metaphysical conversations would follow. We'd cook! Something with chickpeas.

[sweet7simple]

A dratchrod mechpreg headcanon or thought you have?

🥹 My first Transformers prompt. Thank you.

My ideas of mechpreg are heavily inspired by other writers, especially Exdraghunt's "Baby Blues" (https://archiveofourown.org/works/51292837/chapters/129600418), which gave me the idea that a developing bitlet constantly needs resources (like building materials, circuitry, fuel, etc...) while forged, and those resources are, to some extent, supplied by transfluid. So a healthy carrier is a carrier receiving lots of transfluid from their partner(s).

(Fun fact! This isn't that unusual. In nature, we have insects that provide nutritious nuptial gifts (food) to their ladies before, during, or after mating - and sometimes the nuptial gift is a whole wad of spermatophore. That's the sperm plus a protein-rich structure to help the sperm travel. While the sperm is traveling through the lady, she is munching down on the rest of the spermatophore and getting all those tasty healthy benefits. Remember, kids, when the male puts the gift straight in the lady's reproductive tract, that is called a seminal gift.)

This is a lot of backstory, but I really love reproductive biology. What I am getting at here is that a carrier having more than one mate is very healthy and doctor-recommended (and by doctor, I don't mean JUST Ratchet. Other doctors also recommend it).

Now, personal headcanons: Rodimus would absolutely give his life to protect his bytes and he is absolutely the fun creator. He would love his bitlets with all his spark, he would face the DJD all over again for them. But he's not the carrier (I go feral for carrier Rodimus, but hear me out). He has this idea that to be a carrier is to sacrifice, and he's willing to sacrifice, but it's not in a cute, "I'm willing to constantly overheat, lag, upset my center of gravity and put untold strain on my strut frame because it's going to be worth it for that special carrier-sparkling connection!"

No, he means sacrifice in the sense that, "No one ACTUALLY wants to be a carrier, someone just has to do it and it might as well be me so that you two don't have to deal with it."

To which Ratchet responds, "Is that what your carrier told you?"

"Yeah?"

And Ratchet says, "Good to know, we're gonna have to talk about that."

So Rodimus isn't the carrier - not the first time around. The second time around is a different story once he sees what a healthy carrier-sparkling connection is really like.

Ratchet is also not the carrier. He did have a healthy relationship with his carrier, and he does want to carry, but he's also suffering from frame fatigue and joint pain. He's stubborn and saying he can handle it, but a second opinion from First Aid reveals that Ratchet is at high risk of carrier-related brittle strut disease - if he carries, the struts of his pelvic girdle and lower spinal column could become very weak and even break. Not only that, but he is very likely to develop high fuel pressure, which can lead to clogs and then tank damage, which can lead to burning out his batteries and then we're talking spark issues...

So Ratchet loses that argument rather grumpily.

Which makes Drift the carrier. He's terrified, mind you. Last he saw his own carrier and sires, they were being arrested and carted off. Drift doesn't even remember what they were arrested for. As an assassin, he went looking for them. He found two death records for one sire and his carrier, a warrant for another sire that went missing from the mining colony he had been assigned to, and the third sire was trapped in a prison cell, barely functioning and unable to recognize his own sparkling.

Growing up on the streets of Polyhex, losing himself to drug addiction in Dead End, being an assassin, rising through the ranks of the Deception faction, constantly fighting for his life - Drift doesn't feel prepared to be a carrier. He barely feels worthy of it. But he wants it so damn bad that when Ratchet and Rodimus ask if he's sure, what comes out is a small, desperate, "Please."

It's a mix of his faith and his mates that get him through the forging. He is just so anxious every step of the way.

First, he is scared that he won't get sparked. Well, Primus, the first Carrier, the Life Bringer, their Creator, must be smiling down upon him (hah), because he's sparked within the first three cycles of having his crucible uncapped. It's practically instantaneous. It helps that his mates are eager to see him carry.

Then he is scared that something will go wrong. There will be a glitch in the forging programs, there will be a malfunction with his equipment, the sparkling will go cold inside of him - somehow, he is going to lose this bitlet.

He doesn't, though. He meditates a lot and fuels constantly and charges often. He receives plenty of transfluid loads from his mates. Every checkup with First Aid ends well - his bitlet is doing great and so is he. Everything's wonderful.

He is overheating constantly, sometimes loses track of conversations due to lagging (the forging programs take up a lot of processing space, okay?), and also loses his balance if he moves too fast due to his unstable center of gravity. He gets dizzy from increased fuel flow, is constantly hungry, and also constant tired because his bitlet is practically sucking his batteries dry. His spark is engorged, which is the strangest feeling he has ever experienced - like it is swollen and also somehow sweating boiling-hot perspiration.

But not for a single moment does he wish he wasn't forged. Not for a single moment does he regret getting sparked by his mates. He could do without the uncomfortable parts of carrying, but there is something so beautiful about knowing that a new life is being constructed inside of him, that this new life is a part of him and Ratchet and Rodimus. He feels like he's part of something truly sacred, it's the closest he has ever been to the First Carrier, the Creator of Life.

It doesn't hurt that he's receiving transfluid from his mates almost every cycle, which feels a lot like worship when Ratchet and Rodimus look at him like that (like he is the miracle, like what he is doing is a miracle, like he's beautiful, like he is unbelievably desirable).

Around the 2nd construction quarter (of 4), his sparkling sends it's first ping.

Drift is shocked. He's walking through the cafeteria one klik and, the next, someone is helping him sit down after he practically crashes into a table.

He's barley aware of the mechs around him as he cautiously pings back. His sparkling pings back again!

"Oh, Primus," he says, and pings back.

This is the fabled carrier-sparkling connection he keeps getting told about. It's a direct comm line between him and the bitlet inside of him, but his bitlet is extremely limited on the information they can send. They don't understand language yet and have no concept of images, or the ability to process them.

So his byte pings constantly. Drift pings back almost every time unless he's recharging. Rodimus is amazed at his patience.

"I want it to know that I'm here and I'm listening. Always. Even if it has nothing to say yet."

There is something raw and hurt and needy in Rodimus's expression.

Drift tilts his helm. "That isn't what your carrier did for you, was it?"

Rodimus ducs his helm. Instead of speaking to Drift, he gets on his knees, presses his face against his torso plates, and speaks to the bitty inside of him about how much Rodimus loves it and all the fun adventures they're going to have.

Drift strokes Rodimus's helm and his spoiler, leaning back against the nearest wall. It's a good cycle. A healing cycle.

Rodimus even starts getting a little jealous that Drift can "talk" to their bitty and he can't (but it's in a funny, pouty way).

As his bit develops, Drift gets little pings and bursts of color and sometimes an emotion. He gets garbled recordings of voices around the third construction quarter and he starts keening.

"What? What's wrong?" Rodimus is full-on panicking.

Ratchet is already manually pulling open his port panel so he can connect in and run diagnostics.

But then Drift is laughing, shooing his mates away. "Our byte knows what you both sound like." He is keen-laughing somehow. "You sound ridiculous."

They all sound ridiculous to his bitlet, he learns, garbled and unclear. But his bitlet loves being talked to, even if it doesn't understand what they're saying. It's scared whenever Ratchet bark-laughs (which Drift and Rodimus find hilarious), but it falls asleep to the sound of Ratchet reading. It gets all excited whenever Rodimus tells stories and thinks it's funny whenever Rodimus makes silly noises at him. It pings waves of peace when Drift sings to it.

At the end of the fourth quarter plus some cycles, Drift ejects a healthy, pill-shaped silver protoform. The birth metal is hot and the protoform slowly unfolds its arms, legs, helm, and spoiler to reveal a tiny, gorgeous byte. It takes cycles for pigment to develop and no one is surprised to see a bright red coat with white and gold accents.

The byte's armor plates are soft and malleable for most of his development and his diet is rich in liquid or sprinkled Cybertronian metal so that his armor will grow thick and strong.

He's a rambunctious, somewhat feral byte that is driving Ratchet up a wall with his antics and who is making Rodimus so proud he can barely contain himself, and he is so, so loved.

Their byte is still soft-shelled, not having reached full maturity, when Rodimus suggests one night in the berth, "Sooo... Thoughts on having another one?"

Ratchet grunts, already halfway to recharge. "Drift needs to recover before we pop another bitlet in his crucible."

"First Aid told me I shouldn't carry again for at least another or" Drift agreed sadly. He loved carrying.

"Actually, I was thinking... Maybe it could be my turn? To carry, that is. I don't know, Drift made it look fun."

Ratchet is suddenly fully awake and staring straight at Rodimus, who is trying to stare back in a way that shows this isn't a big deal and it's not a weird or out of character request, really.

"Do you really want to?" Ratchet asks, gaze piercing. "You have to be honest with us."

"Would you, Roddy?" Drift asks, servo stroking over Rodimus's torso plates. "Would you carry our bitlet for us?"

Rodimus looks back at them and says softly, desperately, "Please."

[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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[toomanybrainrots]

"When I said to bring a conjunx next time you visited, I didn't mean this!"

Optimus said, gesturing to the now packed living room. Megatron was hovering behind the couch with Shockwave and Ultra Magnus, Drift was sitting on the couch with Thunderclash, Ratchet and Soundwave. And Rodimus was squished on the couch sandwiched in the middle of the couch, not to mention Ratchet and Soundwave's servos on Rodimus' waist.

"Hey, I did what you said. And multiplied it by seven times!"

"You're conjunxed to my arch-nemesis, two Decepticon high command, the Decepticon's second in command, MY second in command, and MY CMO."

"Yeah, and?"

[mychlapci]

Dratchrod where instead of Ratchet sitting in a cuck chair watching Rodimus fuck his wife, Drift and Rodimus are fucking inside of Ratchet in ambulance mode. He can't really "see" what's happening inside, but he can feel everything. He feels Drift's claws sink into the padded bench while he squeezes Rodimus' helm between those thick thighs as his valve is eaten out, he can feel the transfluid pooling under Drift and dripping onto the floor from Rodimus' valve and spike. When Rodimus throws Drift to the floor and rams his spike into him hard just like he likes, it makes Ratchet's sirens go off. There's no way for him to release his pent up charge in his alt mode, so when he transforms back Drift and Rodimus better be ready for another round.

the ultimate form of cucking... Letting your husband and his best friend fuck inside of you.

It's a tight fit inside of Ratchet's alt, but he's a big ambulance, made to carry multiple bots, so they fit just fine enough, and any bump against the walls is just a bonus for Ratchet, who goes from mildly annoyed by their shenanigans to insanely aroused in literal minutes. Lubricants and transfluid pool inside of his alt-mode, steam is fogging up the windows. His charge has never been this high, and he can't even grind against something to help himself, he just has to helplessly listen to Drift and Roddy moaning....

[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.

[valve3nthusiast]

Octomer Ratchet is so good. I can imagine any chromatophores he might have going wild while pursuing Drift, if he has any natural camouflage abilities.

Perhaps he plays a game with Drift, hiding among coral and rock formations in order to "sneak up" on him, his usual brights reds and whites distorting to match their environment-- Maybe arousal causes some colour changing as well?

IDK I just really like the idea of Ratchet changing colour (or at least hues) like a mood ring lmao maybe it even frustrates him a bit, like oh no my fucking chromatophores are going to give away this huge crush I have -- he might try to hide in corals or swirl up a bunch of sand with his tentacles initially

If Drift is a land dweller, then maybe they figure out Ratchet is interested in him by studying how Ratch's colours change, and what patterns/colours only appear when Drift is around...

...and maybe Ratchet's attempts at hiding/playing hide and seek (lol) are mistaken for aggression at first, because they don't know why he's doing it

and then they guess it's some kind of broody behaviour, like maybe he's trying to defend a nest or egg clutch that he doesn't really have?? Because Ratchet's grumpy but not usually aggressive and it's weird behaviour from him as far as they're aware. So then he gets a little pity from the facility staff but it's hilarious because he does want to Do It but all the guessing isn't quite right. Like yes it's about Doin It and Eventual Eggs but not in the way they think. Communication Issues lol

"stop giving me extra companion fish out of pity and just give me Drift, do you not see my cream and burgundy-red colouring, is this somehow not clear enough? Oh god here he comes, sand sand sand I need more sand why is this coral so small" no it is not clear to them, Ratchet. lmaooo

Anyway this is earthstellar but Tumblr will only let me send asks from my main blog and not my TF blog lol so ayyy just wanted to say, loving this mer AU situation 🐙💖

This is such a good concept,,, besotted Ratchet accidentally telling on himself with his own colors is genius. Also blushy Ratchet is adorable <3

Hmm a really clear concept just came to me... Security guard Drift at the marine research facility, Ratchet is the only mer there who constantly avoids him, so he just disappointedly assumes he gives Ratchet bad vibes

One night when he's on a skeleton shift, he passes by Ratchet's tank and suddenly notices that something is fucked up with the filtration pumps (or whatever I don't know how aquariums work)

He immediately makes an emergency call to the aquarium techs who are at home. They tell him to get Ratchet moved till someone arrives to fix it. So he's hesitantly going up to the tank like, "hey buddy I know you dont like me, but I gotta pull you out of here for a bit, it's not safe" Ratchet quickly pulls himself right into Drifts arms... and now he's carrying a big squirming octomer. Drift's pretty surprised, but he brushes it off as Ratchet wanting out of his tank

When Drift finally gets to the temporary tank he expects Ratchet to jump from his arms and signal for him to basically fuck off... instead, he goes to put Ratchet down, only to get pulled into the tank with him. Now he's sitting in chest high water, pinned by a heavy wiggling octomer in his lap

For Ratchet, life is good 😎👍

Drift, meanwhile, is mentally repeating "don't get hard" like a mantra, while a purring Ratchet's tentacles caress every inch of his plating. Since it was the middle of the night, they have to wait a good bit for someone who can fix the pumps to get there and make Ratchet's tank safe again...

Maybe, as the hours go on, Ratchet gets a bit friskier... or maybe he just leaves it at intimate exploration, because he's too busy watching Drift whimper and twitch underneath his tentacles <3