#rodimus:'what if I top you'

[lord-squiggletits]

Getaway and the whole mutiny arc literally is one of the most disappointing things in all of phase 2 lmao and it’s not that I’m like “oooh Getaway should’ve been a perfect angel who was right and a better captain than Rodimus” it’s more that I would’ve liked to have him NOT immediately descend into cartoonish levels of pure evil and for him to have gotten to make a point about Rodimus/Megatron being shit captains besides the final confrontation between him and Rodimus. Like goddamn I understand now why there are so many Getaway fans/Megatron haters because I’m pretty sure if I didn’t come into this continuity as a Megatron simp I would hate him too

#like it's just... ugh i guess the early cancellation was part of it but like #(holding hands together) #getaway was literally right that it was unfair and ridiculous for the LL to accept an ex genocidal dictator as their captain without questio #he was right about rodimus being a shit captain #and instead of him getting to be 'asshole that has a point' as a sort of rival to rodimus #he basically just went insane immediately (literally insane) #and then what the story ended up being was like #getaway is just a delusional mentally ill asshole with no redeeming traits except his sad backstory #like ugh HE WAS PRETTY MUCH LITERALLY MADE MENTALLY ILL TOO #'getaway wants primus himself to come and tell him he's right' was literally a serious thing that happened #the characters more or less outright stated he had primus apotheosis (not like diagnosed but this is a narrative so we're meant to #take the implication as such) #and then getaway died one of the most brutal on screen deaths faced by anyone except maybe the people who died in grindcore #like it's just so fucking over the top how much getaway became a moustache twirling villain and was cast as pathetic in every possible way #and then got killed in the most horrible way possible #and then afterwards the mutiny isn't even spoken of besides 'oh i forgive you uwu' #JRO put fucking megatron in the final panel of the LL quantum copy as if the mutiny was completely solved #as if megatron was just one of the boys lmao #just leaves such a bad taste in my mouth when i think too hard about it #negativity #squiggposting

[tinydefector]

Human's effects

More a silly little thing that I had to write out.

Warnings: talks about sex, xenophilia, kinks

Word count: 3k

Request are open

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There were a lot of things that fascinated the cybertronians over humans. Their size, body types, skin tones and those soft they are. 

So many of them become so fascinated over the fact that such small and fragile creatures don't have plating to protect themselves but only wear soft fabrics. 

And it slowly leads a lot of Cybertronians to realising they were Xenophiles. 

A list of kinks and fetishes cybertronians discovered from it. 

-size kink 

-skin fetish 

- hair pulling 

- silk and ribbon play

- cum inflation 

-breeding

-pet play

- vore

-fluid play and consumption 

- spiking warming

- Heart and spark syncing 

- new spike and Valve modifications to test on their human lover

There's originally a lot of unknowns about humans, and cybertronians are rather intrigued, for one the first times the a lot of the crew of lost light had encountered them was on black market and high priced pets, and companions. 

There were exceptions such as Perceptor, Ratchet and Megatron who had been around humans before but for a lot of the bots this was their first time seeing them. that is until they are assigned a human communications, relations Ambassador/ liaison. 

But after the black market incident it had led a lot of bots into research over humans. And it just spirals more with them discovering some rather dark history with cybertronians keeping humans as playthings. And finding out their ‘interface equipment’ isn't that different from their own, just more organic and smaller.  

A late night of drinking at swerve slowly devolved into conversation over their local human. Brainstorm sits nursing his drink of engex while he and others of the ship chat away. "So does it fascinate anyone else over the fact that humans don't have natural plating or any kind of protection for their squishy form?" He brings up, he himself had fallen down the rabbit hole of human porn but didn't quite know how to breach the subject with anyone else. 

"Oh Primus, look who decided to join us, thought you were holding up with your Conjunx Chrome!" Swerve said with a chuckle, placing more drinks down. He hopped up onto one of the bar stools and leaned in eagerly, His attention flicks to Brainstorm. "You bring up a good point, Brainstorm," Swerve replied.

 "Those squishy humans are really something else, ain't they? No armour, no defences - I'd be scared outta my circuits if I was just soft protoform all the time!, like i’m so surprised squishy hasn't been stepped on yet" 

Rodimus nodded in agreement. "Yet they've managed to survive just fine so far. There's obviously more to them than meets the eye. Like i've seen some of the things our ambassador can do like the strange stretching"

"I dunno," Skids chimed in. "Seems pretty fraggin' reckless if you ask me. One good shot and it lights out!" 

Rewind shuddered. "Ugh, don't remind me. Just thinking about all those organics and tubes and who knows what else squishing around in there makes my fuel tank turn." He made a dramatic churning sound effect.

Riptide laughed. "I saw a nature documentary once about these hairless ape creatures the humans evolved from. Now THOSE guys were squishy."

“What in Primus have you been watching?!” 

“some old earth docs that Percy’s has, bots got a lot of info on Terra and the planet's history” The bots shared a collective laugh at the image. Swerve took a swig of his energon. "Frag, maybe there's something to be said about living on the edge like that! Sure keeps things interesting, its still strange that they are somehow one of the top predators of their planet yet are smaller than half the things they eat"

Brainstorm goes quiet for a moment. "Have you seen how flexible they are?"

Swerve nearly spit out his energon. "Whoa hey, I don't need those kinds of vivid imagery floatin' around my processor thank you very much!, keep the squishy interface vids to yourself" he said, waving his hands animatedly. 

"You have to admit, the way those fleshbags can contort themselves is pretty impressive," Skids added. "Must come in handy for.. maintenance." He waggled his optical ridges suggestively.

Brainstorm nodded pensively. "Indeed. Their non-metal structure allows for feats we could never replicate by ourselves." He took a sip of his energon. "Always makes me curious what other evolutionary adaptations they've developed to compensate for such vulnerability. The potential for scientific discovery is endlessly fascinating with their species and ancestors."

Riptide shrugged. "As long as they don't expect ME to try any of their bone-breaking yoga moves," he laughed. "This chassis is meant for tough stuff, not Twister!"

"You think they would be soft, you know if you interface with one?" Brainstorm asked while downing his drink, the engex was slowly going to his processor loosening his lips. 

"Oh don't give me that look I know for a fact you all have thought about doing with a human at least once! Rodimus I know for a fact you eye them up everytime our little liaison walks past you" He calls out Rodimus. 

Rodimus nearly choked on his energon in an attempt to look innocent. "Wh-what? That's not - I never -" he sputtered in protest, flustered optics darting around at the other bots.

Brainstorm smirked as Rodimus squirmed uncomfortably on the stool. "Oh please, don't try to deny it, Captain. You're about as subtle as a combiner in a supply closet." 

"Roddy's got the hots for squishy, who knew!" Swerve giggled uncontrollably. 

Skids nudged Riptide playfully. "Hey, maybe we got a xenophiliac on the ship!" 

"Alright alright, knock it off you glitches," Rodimus growled, though the blue flush across his face said otherwise. "I was just... curious, that's all. They ARE a strange species."

Swerve tried to contain his laughter. "Ohhh I bet you are more than curious, if you catch my drift!, wanna get up close and personal" More raucous peals of laughter from the group.

Brainstorm stroked his chin in thought. "They do feel intriguingly delicate. I wonder if their flexible frames would be more pleasurable to interface with than our own rigid forms..."

"Have you seen videos of them, they stretch a lot, like a lot, like I know human skin is resilient but i didn't think they were that resilient " Brainstorm states remembering some of the videos he had seen online. Other bots peak up intrigued. 

Swerve choked again as his fuel tank nearly turned inside out. "Brainstorm! That's... more than I needed to visualise, thank you very much." 

Skids seemed a bit less phased. "Fleshbags gettin' their twist on, huh? Can't say I'm not curious now." 

Even Rodimus seemed intrigued despite his earlier protests. "Resilient is an   understatement. I've seen some of the contortions that humans can do - it's astounding that their protoforms don't tear apart." 

Brainstorm nodded enthusiastically. "Precisely! With the right lubrication and technique, I hypothesise an interface with a limber human form would provide entirely novel sensory data."

Riptide shifted uncomfortably. "Not sure I'm ready to dive into the fleshy deep end just yet.”  

Swerve shot him a sly grin. "Aw c'mon Rip, live a little! Where's your sense of adventure?" 

Rodimus tried to steer the subject elsewhere. "Let's maybe change topics before someone needs a wipe down. Or Primus forbid, Magnus overhears you lot"

"I hope I did not hear what my processor just heard" Ultra Magnus states while staring down at the group of drinking mechs. A Lot of bots in the bar snicker at the group getting in trouble. 

"Come on Sir, get that wrench out of you aft, join us!" Skids called out.

Swerve let out an audible squeak at Ultra Magnus's stern tone, almost dropping his engex in panic. "U-Um, Magnus sir! Fancy seeing you here. We were just, uh, discussing..." 

He shot desperate optics at the others for help, but they all seemed to shrink down in their seats under Magnus's disapproving glare. 

Rodimus flashed an uneasy grin. "Just having a friendly debate about alien species, you know how it is. Brainstorm was bringing up some, er, interesting biological points..." 

Ultra Magnus sighed wearily. "I'd rather not know the details, thank you. Some topics are best left undiscussed in public."

The whole bar erupted into laughter at the group's misfortune. "Ah lay off em Magnus!" one patron called out. "They're just havin' fun!"

Another bot piped up. "Yeah, loosen up that rusty chassis and join us! One drink won't hurt." 

Magnus scowled, unamused. But as the encouragement grew louder, he glanced around hesitantly...

Swerve spotted an opening. "C'mon Magnus, live a little! I'll even give you a two-for-one special." He flashed a hopeful grin.

The enforcer grumbled but his resolve was cracking. Against his better judgement, he pulled up a stool. "One drink." Swerve whooped and poured him a double.

They cheer as Magnus sits down to drink with them. Skids speak up. "So brainstorm you saying you'd hook up with a fleshy, get nice and personal with a human" he calls out with a laugh.

Brainstorm leaned forward eagerly. "Why of course! The pursuit of scientific knowledge knows no boundaries. Though upon further review, direct interfacing with an organic might require certain, ah, safety protocols." 

Skids peered at him suspiciously. "Exactly what kind of 'research' are you plannin' on doing Brainy?"

Swerve nudged Riptide with a smirk. "I'll bet ya 20 shanix Brainstorm's just trying to find an excuse to get jiggy with the humies!"

Riptide snorted. "No way, I ain't takin' THAT bet!" 

Rodimus dropped his face in his palms with a groan. "can we PLEASE stop picturing Brainstorm fragging humans?" 

Ultra Magnus coughed on his engex, catching the comment he'd really rather not have heard. 

But Brainstorm paid them no mind, lost in scientific contemplation. "The human capacity for sensory input and feedback would provide a rich study on cross-species interface protocol adaptability..."

"INTERFACE PROTOCOLS?!" Swerve shrieked. The table erupted into howls of laughter at Magnus's deeply uncomfortable expression. It was going to be a LONG night indeed.

“Primus Brainstorm you kinky fragger” 

"Fine then everyone servo up if your not at least somewhat curious or thought about it at least once" Brainstorm calls out to all of Swerve's bars patrons

"Oooh, Brainstorm's putting us all on the spot!" Swerve giggled with gleeful mischief. He raised his servo without hesitation. 

Skids was quick to follow suit, slamming his half-empty glass down. "Frag it, I'll admit it! Those soft squishy bodies got me wonderin' what else they're good for." 

To everyone's surprise, Rodimus sheepishly lifted a servo as well, avoiding optic contact with Ultra Magnus. Riptide shrugged and joined in the show of servos, if only to blend in. 

The majority of bots in the bar started raising their hands amid roars of laughter and drunken encouragement. Only a select few hesitated, shooting nervous glances at Magnus. 

The enforcement officer's expression cycled through outrage, resignation and back to outrage as his gaze swept over the forest of raised servos. "I cannot condone such deviant interest in alien biologies," he protested, voice stiff. 

But as more servos stayed stubbornly aloft, Magnus sagged with a weary sigh. After a long moment, he slowly, begrudgingly raised one massive hand as well. 

The bar erupted into ear-splitting cheers. Swerve howled with glee, banging his fists on the counter. "Look's like we've all got a bit of xenophile in us after all! Even you, Magnus my mech!" 

Magnus buried his faceplate in his servos as Brainstorm cackled maniacally. Once the bar settles back down its Swerve who speaks up with a smirk on his faceplate. "So... which one of you charming mechs are gonna be the first to try and get our lovely Liaison?" He teases. 

Rodimus sputtered into his drink at Swerve's question, flushing brighter. "W-what? I never said anything about actually doing anything!, it's all just fantasies Swerve!" he protested in a hissed tone. 

Skids rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, well they do have a cute lil' figure. Bet they'd be a wild ride..." 

Swerve grinned slyly at Rodimus. "Aw c'mon Captain, don't tell me you ain't thought about it at least once! I bet they'd be real fun to break in, get all soft and pliable..." 

Rodimus smacked Swerve upside the helm. "Knock it off!" He shot a pleading glance at Ultra Magnus as if begging for rescue.

But unexpectedly, Brainstorm was the one who spoke up. "While the organic's flexibility is intriguing, directly interfacing could introduce unknown health risks or cultural taboos. Outside the fact our people have kept humans as pets and companions in the past. A more ethical approach would be gaining consent for strictly observational research."  

Riptide frowned. "Not sure the liaison would go for that either Storm" 

Swerve sighed dreamily. "Just imagine wrapping those soft squishy bits all around you though... bet they'd feel amazing..."  

"SWERVE." Magnus's warning tone silenced the cheeky bartender immediately. He turned back to Rodimus with a sigh. "Despite certain... Curiosities, directly engaging an organics  such a manner would be unwise, dangerous even, not to mention our form are much larger and could harm a human."

Rewind nodded gratefully at Magnus, relieved the subject was shifting. But the mischievous glint in Swerve's optic suggested his teasing wasn't over yet. It was going to be a long night indeed.

"Relax Mags I'm just riling these drunk mech up. Unless you're interested in our sweet little ambassador" he teases, making other bots choke on their drinks. 

Ultra Magnus's icy glare could have frozen Swerve's energon. "Need I remind you this conversation is highly inappropriate and unprofessional," he said sternly. 

But to everyone's surprise, Rodimus let out an undignified snort of laughter. "As if Magnus would ever break protocol like that! He'd probably recite the entire Autobot code of conduct while fragging."

The whole bar erupted in howls of mirth at the mental image. 

Swerve was nearly rolling on the floor. "Can you imagine?! 'Paragraph 3, subsection B clearly states interfacing with sentient aliens requires prior diplomatic clearance forms in triplicate!'" he cried in a mockingly stiff voice. 

Skids were wiping away fuel tears. "Primus if MR. RULES AND REGS ever broke the rules, it'd be one for the history archives!" 

Riptide jabbed Skids in the side. "Ten shanix says he'd have them memorising regulations the whole time!" 

"Twenty shanix says they'd run screaming first!" Swerve shot back. 

The bets and ribbing escalated as more mechs joined in. Across the table, Rodimus shoved Magnus playfully. "C'mon Magnus, live on the wild side for once!" 

Magnus's rumbling huff was the only response. Watching his rigid commander finally loosening up filled Swerve with delight. Somehow, some way, he'd find a way to get Magnus to break protocol yet! It was shaping up to be the best night ever.

"Ohhh let's make this fun. I list some bots and you say if you think they would hook up with a human" Riptide states. "Rung, Drift and Ratchet" he calls out the names.

Swerve let out a dramatic gasp. "Ooh spicy!"

"Rung is definitely curious but way too professional. Might let loose over a couple cubes of engex though!" 

Skids broke into hysterics at Riptide's suggestions. "Rung and a HUMAN?! Rung doesn't even touch his OWN interface panel!" 

Rodimus snorted. "Can you imagine? 'My dear, it seems you're experiencing some psychological interfacing blockers. Please, tell me how that makes you feel.'" 

"Drift guy's definitely intrigued by other species, if you know what I mean. Plus he's artsy so he'd probably appreciate the 'aesthetic'." Swerve responds

"Drift might go for it, he's open to new experiences," Rodimus mused with a grin. 

Brainstorm nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed, his spiritual philosophies suggest an openness to cultural exchange that others may lack. I think if he and ratchet weren't together its something he might try" 

"Ratchet. bah! As if that grumpy old rust-bucket would try anything so illogical. Unless she's a doctor too and starts quoting his favourite protocols... then all bets are off!" Skids laughed. 

"Ratchet? Nah, too much of a hard aft. He'd just bitch about human biohazards the whole time," Swerve giggled. 

"Well if Drift was interested I'm pretty sure that mecn could get ratchet to do anything with the bat of his optics" Rodimus remarks.

The table erupted in raucous laughter. Swerve took a playful bow. "Alright bring on the next victims!" 

Riptide rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, how about...Tailgate, Cyclonus, and Whirl?" 

Swerve cackled wickedly. "Tailgate would be way too nervous but he'd try for his Conjunx Cyclonus. Cyclonus would 100% use his broody vibes to charm her pants off but only for Tailgate. And Whirl? He doesn't interface, he destroys! So that liaison better watch her interfacing ports around that lunatic!" 

Chromedome interjects stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Tailgate would be way too nervous and shy, I think. He'd probably short-circuit just from holding hands!" 

Riptide nodded. "Cyclonus has always struck me as the kinky type. Wonder if he's into those squishy bits like Brainstorm thinks..."

"Whirl would frag anything that moves," Rodimus interjected with a grimace. "But I don't think an organic would survive the experience!"

Brainstorm stroked his chin. "Indeed, Whirl's interfacing protocol subroutines seem rather...enthusiastic. Consent might be a fleeting concept. Better to observe from a safe distance." 

Swerve shuddered. "Ugh, don't make me picture that psycho getting 'friendly' with a human! I'm tryna keep my fuel down y'know." 

The names continue being dropped. 

 " First Aid! I don't know if the medic-bot's got it in him to break the rules. But I betcha if he did, he'd be real gentle and caring-like. He'd have them feelin' better than new in no time!" 

Skids grinned devilishly. "Yeah but would they feel better? Aid's so straight and narrow I bet he'd put em in stasis lock from boredom!" 

"Now Perceptor on the other hand..." Swerve tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Bookish type, but you know there's a passionate scientist in there waiting to experiment. Think he'd go slow and methodical, really take his time 'exploring the specimen'." 

"his thirst for organic sciences might overpower his good sense," Rewind remarks. 

“optimus prime, Prowl and bumblebee ” Chromedome interjects with his own inquiries. 

Swerve pretended to wipe away exhaust fumes. "Primus help me, this is gonna be good... Optimus Prime is obviously Mister Morality himself, but you know he's got a secret wild side under all that virtue signalling. Just imagine how freaky he could get with some alien nookie!" 

The bar erupted in incredulous, drunken laughter and cheers. Swerve grinned impishly. 

"As for Prowl, I'm telling you that stick up his tailpipe is begging to come out and play. One roll in the berth with a naughty fleshy and he'd loosen up reeeal nice!" 

"And Bee? He's a sweet kid, but you know what they say, it's always the quiet ones! Between his cute lil' face and that tight chassis, he'd have the human lining up to frag that glitch right into stasis!" 

The bar absolutely lost it, bots falling over each other in drunken hysterics. Even Mirage was struggling not to fall off his chair. Swerve took an exaggerated bow as his audience howled. 

"Thank you, thank you! I'll be here all cycle! Now who's ready for the next round?" More shouts and clanking glasses answered his call. It was shaping up to be the wildest night at Swerve's yet!

 Magnus dropping Megatron's name that really sent them over the edge.

"Megatron?! With the liaison?!" Rodimus howled with laughter, nearly spitting out his drink. "That's the funniest thing I've heard all cycle!" 

But Swerve wasn't done. "Megatron? Now THAT'S an image! 'You pathetic fleshbag, you DARE try to mount the great Megatron?! Grovel before my interface array!'" 

Magnus adds more information which makes everyone surprised " He and the ambassador are rather close" He states

Rewind speaks up from Chromedome’s side. "Y'know... they do have a certain chemistry. I'll bet under all that scowling and chipped armour there's a softie just waitin' for the right tender touch to melt his spark. And they have got sass to spare  bet they could handle Megatron's brooding and snarl!" 

"Twenty shanix says he'd have them trembling and beggin' for mercy in no time flat!" Skids bet eagerly. 

"You're on!" crowed Riptide. "But I still think Perceptor's the real dark horse..."

#transformers #rodimus #transformers x human #megatron #transformers idw #transformers x reader #transformers lost light #transformers megatron #mtmte swerve #chromedome #mtmte rewind #ultra magnus #valveplug

[archie-sunshine]

Sorry if this is a bit long I got carried away, your stuff is pretty inspiring.

Buuuuut imagine-

Ratchet getting tired of the back and forth. The obvious flirting from Wing, and the oblivious jealousy from Drift. He decides to do something about it.

He invites Wing into the hab one night and they end up cornering Drift. He ends up agreeing to a threesome. (Though he's half convinced that Wing’s just trying to show him up in front of his Ratty. He's determined to come out on top this time.) 

Ratchet thinks a threesome is a good idea because yes, it'd be hot. BUT ALSO- what he's got planned might finally convince Drift that he isn't gonna run off with an even crazier hippie than what he's already got, (he likes Drift for Drift damnit. All of him, even the ugly. If only the kid would believe it) and maybe if they team up on him he might realize that Wing is flirting with him. 

Wing thinks it's a great idea because Primus has blessed him this day, he gets to Frag his hot ex with his hot ex's hot conjux? Maybe even with some bullying I mean training to top it off? Yes please.

When the time finally comes Drift has half a mind to back out, because he recognized that look on Wings face. Except his stubbornness has kicked in something fierce, and he can't back down now, he's got something to prove. Besides, he's convinced that they would just frag without him if he left now (they wouldn't, they're here for him whether he sees it or not)

Of course his intuition proved correct, when after Wing had wrestled him down to the birth (despite Drift trying his best to get on top the smaller arena and fear of breaking something put him at a disadvantage), and had gotten his panels open he didn't lay into him like what Drift expected. Instead Ratchet started giving explicit instructions from his favorite chair.

His favorite watching chair.

Wing follows each and every one perfectly. Even when it means bringing Drift to the edge again, and again, and again. (And how does that bastard have so much stamina, isn't this driving him crazy too?!) He loses track of time, track of how many times he's been brought to the edge and back. It feels like an eternity. His array is throbbing, everything burns like sweet fire in time with each spin of his overflowing spark, and it hurts he's become so sensitive. The safe word is right there, but he can't back down. He won't back down. But dammit all to the pit! Ratty is never this mean when it's just the two of them. 

Something about watching Drift with Wing has brought out something evil in his conjux, and he's starting crying with desperate overstimulation, and his knot has become so obvious between his legs, and it's humiliating. It's just like with Rodimus in the training room all over again except-

Except when he looks over Ratchet isn't ignoring him, isn't even looking at Wing at all. Even as he gives each new order. He's looking at Drift. Tracking his every move, every change in expression, the brightening flare of Ratchet's optics timed perfectly to another delayed overload. Gripping his spike hard but barely anything more. Not even self servicing he's too focused on Drift. Like Drift’s the only one in the room. Like Wing isn't even there. 

It's too much. When Drift finally overloads he's knocked into a reboot. He wakes up just in time to feel Wing reach his own desperate overload, as his old mentor chants his name like a prayer.

so this- hrhhgh. this ask inspired me very much actually.

anyways here you gooooooo please enjoyyyy this comic i whipped up <3<3<3<3<3

the imagery of wing repeating drift's name was really important to me actually.

#archie answers #my art #my requests #mtmte #valveplug #drift #ratchet #wing #driftwing #dratchet #dratchwing #/nsfw #/nsft #lemon #dacryphilia

[earthstellar]

famously, healthcare workers typically do not have time for food

this leads to bizarre things, for example: I just had "lunch" at 11 AM, which consisted of a dill herring sandwich and a chocolate pudding, both consumed simultaneously within about 5 minutes

what I'm saying is: you know Ratchet and the other medics eat the fucking weirdest energon types and additive combinations imaginable

maybe zinc is like, a tangy flavour for them, almost to the point of being sour, and most bots don't use it as a fuel additive too often

but medics want to save the more palatable, more easy-on-the-fuel-tanks blends and additives for their patients

and zinc might have some benefits for medical staff; maybe it provides a little energy boost, at the cost of requiring a shorter time in between refuellings or something --

--or perhaps the opposite and it congeals energon slightly, resulting in slower fuel processing at the cost of requiring fuel line cleaning (to prevent energon accumulation within the fuel lines) slightly more often, but that's something medics could likely carry out for each other

so medics always have the most zinc-loaded bullshit fuel imaginable, like nobody else would be able to consume it, it's so fucking sour by energon standards

but medics chug that shit back fast in between other tasks

maybe Drift is visiting Ratchet in the medbay towards the end of his shift, and Rodimus tags along because of course he does, and because they decided to race each other to the medbay, Rodimus needs a little fuel top-up

so he just grabs a cube that isn't sealed (the sealed cubes are for patients and may have medications mixed in with them, and Rodimus doesn't feel like playing accidental sedation roulette today lol), and he slams it back

only to start choking while First Aid pops in to let him know Ratchet will be ready to go in a minute (and also to laugh at the sputtering Rodimus a little, serves him right for taking a medic's energon, lol)

IDK my bizarre "lunch" just made me think about how fucked Cybertronian medic's schedules must be and how equally bizarre their refuelling habits probably are, lmao

#idw ratchet #idw rodimus #idw drift #maccadam #maccadams #medbay posting #mtmte #lost light

[pinkanonwrites]

HEHEHE I LOVE THE RODIMUS STORYY I'm obsessed with all the first contact au stories with rodimus and I would love if you could please do more if you ever feel like it 😭 the ones with language barrier and size difference are muah 🤌💫

If youre ever up for it or would feel comfortable, would you be willing to please write one where maybe the reader is sick with the flu and is either about to or actually does throw up and rodimus has no idea what the flu is or what throwing up is for humans and he has no idea how to deal with it 😅 and ofc the human can't explain bc language barrier.

Or any other rodimus with lil human stuff you can post I will happily gobble up hehe

I liked this idea too much for it to just be in bullet points, so it turned into a mini fic. Hope you enjoy!

Rodimus/Reader First Contact AU, Human Reader, GN Pronouns, Sickfic, emeto mention

Gazing blearily up at the ceiling as fluorescent lighting above whizzed past, you couldn’t fully tell if the nauseating pitch and wave of your surroundings was just from your sickness, or if panic was making Rodimus significantly less gentle than usual. Either way, if you had anything left in your stomach you probably would have thrown up again by now.

How foolish you were, to assume that being on an interdimensional traveling spaceship meant you would be less likely to suffer from the illnesses and maladies that you would normally find on Earth. No, now you were subject to an entire galaxy’s worth of potential contractible ailments instead. And though you could compare this one to some of the worse stomach viruses you’d had throughout your life back home, you didn’t really have a way to communicate to Rodimus that you weren’t, in fact, dying. No matter how much it felt like you were.

The hiss of a hydraulic powered door was almost drowned out by your caretaker’s panicked boops and screeches as he ran up to another one of the bots aboard the ship. A black helm and a shoulder-mounted cannon stepped into your nausea-warped vision, and a familiar gleam of a single, blue lens stared down at you. One of the scientist bots, the nicer one of the two that had poked and prodded at you when Rodimus first presented you to them. His name was… Perceptor?

But when he reached out a giant metal finger to you, Rodimus was quick to pull you back against his chest and out of the other’s reach. A kind gesture, but one that left you nearly gagging from the sudden wave of vertigo that racked your system. You winced at the feeling of Rodimus’s thumb brushing your cheek, the sticky pull of sweaty skin against hot metal, and the warble he let out in response sounded absolutely heartbroken. Through your hazy vision you could see tense corners of his mouth pull down, the soft glow of his eyes looking dimmer than usual as he cradled you. Then, with as much care as he could muster, he laid you so delicately upon Perceptor’s desk. His fingers stroked the top of your head, hands still bracketing you as if he was afraid you’d slip through his fingertips and right off the edge of the table as soon as he let his guard down. Despite everything, you couldn’t help but feel safer knowing he was worried about you. It was hard to imagine many worse scenarios than getting sick in outer space, but getting sick alone in outer space seemed pretty high up there.

So you let yourself be gently prodded at and scanned by Perceptor, Rodimus’s hands never straying far enough for you to not reach him. They murmured back and forth to each other all the while, a chittering of mechanical whirs and buzzes like an old fax machine pumping out a distant message. The chill of the metal surface under your back left goosebumps crawling up your skin, another detail that quickly drew Perceptor’s curiosity. After an amount of time you couldn’t possibly have estimated with your sickness-addled, swimming mind working at less than half the capacity of usual, both bots leaned away from the table to discuss something, like they were afraid you’d somehow overhear.

The sudden, harsh glow of the ceiling lights above left you squinting, a soft whimper escaping your throat despite yourself. Immediately Rodimus was upon you again, his giant chin resting on the edge of the table as his eyes flitted about over your shaking, exhausted frame. His hands hovered around you, fingers tense like he wasn’t sure if he should pick you up or not. But the warmth of his massive hands was a lot more comforting right now than the sterile chill of the tabletop, so with a great amount of effort you wormed your way back into his grasp.

Perceptor let out another, stern sounding buzz. Rodimus brought you back to his chest, resting your cheek against the smooth slope of metal as he responded in kind. You let your eyelids flutter shut as they continued to chatter. Whatever they were talking about didn’t really matter to you right now. Regardless of whatever was going on, you knew Rodimus would take care of you.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“And it’s not atrophosia? You’re sure?”

“Just because atrophosia comes from organics, Rodimus, does not mean they can contract it. No, what we’re looking at seems to be some form of organic virus.”

“That’s good, right?” Rodimus peeked at Perceptor from the corner of his optic, unwilling to take his full attention off of you for too long. Your little frame was sprawled weakly across the scientist’s desk, organic coolant and these strange, microscopic bumps beading across your body. Perceptor let out a curious hum, lifting your tiny servo up with the tip of his pen. Rodimus stifled the urge to slap it away. “If it’s a virus, it can be removed, right?”

“It’s not quite that simple. Organics don’t have accessible coding to allow ourselves entry. Their only solution is the old fashioned way, get plenty of recharge and wait it out.”

“But look at them! They’re all shaky and covered in coolant! A-And just earlier today, they purged their tanks!”

“That’s a good thing. Organics will purge their tanks as an emergency reflex to intrusive disease or illness. There’s actually a fascinating organic, a form of amphibian which can expel their entire tank when in-”

“Great! Cool! Love the fun facts, Perceptor! But are they-” And here Rodimus gestured to your small, shivering frame, “-going to be okay?”

“I’ve acquired some information on human illness- from Swerve of all bots, if you’d believe it. When humans are ill they require copious recharge, plenty of clean, desalinated water, and, apparently, a fuel comprised of the boiled carcass of an Earth bird and various edible flora.”

“I don’t have any Earth birds! Earth has the Earth birds!” Rodimus sat up with a jolt, a bristling wave of heat rolling off of his frame that was swiftly ignored by Perceptor.

“I am certain the replicator could produce a suitable substitute. It has worked for providing nourishment thus far.”

Both bots’ attention snapped back to you when you let out a small whine, squinting under the blaring light of the overhead systems. 

“Oh, hey, I’m sorry bud!” Rodimus’s voice dropped to a soft coo as he hovered his servos back around your frame. “Is it too bright in here, your optics sensitive?”

“Perhaps it would be good for the human to rest here, where they can be monitored. You have other duties aboard the ship, after all.”

“Yeah, but…” Rodimus stared as you dragged yourself across the table, curling weakly into the crook of his servo with a soft sigh. He cradled you again, letting you rest your helm upon his chassis as he supported you with both arms. “I- I think I’ll keep an optic on them. What if being in here makes them nervous? Then they can’t recharge properly.”

Perceptor let out a soft huff, pinching the bridge of his olfactory ridge between two digits. “...Whatever you insist, Rodimus. But do allow them to rest. No joyrides.”

As Rodimus looked down at your frame in his arms, for once, joyriding was the last thing on his mind.

#transformers #transformers x reader #rodimus #rodimus x reader #rodimus imagines #maccadam #g/t #my writing #mtmte

[in1-nutshell]

Okay, prime buddy meeting rodimus, ships collide, rodimus look at buddy w Shock of how big his ship is and crew, even buddy standing tall and spiky. Like wdym your the leader of the fallen stars….what? Your only (insert young age) and your a prime?!

I don't understand completely what the request is. So I did my interpretation of the request. If this is not what you want, please let me know.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy from the TFP universe meeting MTMTE Rodimus

SFW, platonic, Cybertronian/ Bot reader

TFP/MTMTE

This was Buddy's fault they were in this situation.

Buddy, being the ever loving technician, was helping Ratchet and Wheeljack with the newest tweaks on the groundbridge.

Wheeljack had just installed some new circuitry to the bridge and needed some help making sure everything went accordingly.

"Everything functional on your end?"--Buddy

"All clear, Wheeljack?"--Ratchet

"All good Sunshine!"--Wheeljack

"Don't call me that!"--Ratchet

A sudden beeping came from Ratchet's end near the console, Wheeljack went to go see what was wrong. Buddy went over to the bridge's opening to see if there was a problem there.

The bridge's lights flickered on and began to violently drag in all loose things around it. Including Buddy. Ratchet was holding on to the console for dear life as Wheeljack dug one of his katanas into the ground and held it with a steel grip.

"BUDDY HOLD ON!"-- Ratchet

"WHAT DO YOU THINK IM DOING?!"--Buddy

"BUDDY HOLD ON TO MY SERVO!"--Wheeljack

"WHEELJACK I'M SLIPPING!"--Buddy

"HANG ON BUDDY! IM ALMOST THERE!"--Wheeljack

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"--Buddy

The portal had sucked Buddy in right as Wheeljack's servo brushes Buddy's servo.

...

Meanwhile on the Lost Light...

Rodimus was back at his desk carving out some designs when a bright light appeared and a sudden weight fell on top of him.

"AH! WHO ARE YOU?!"--Buddy

"WHO ARE YOU?! YOU LANDED ON TOP OF ME!"--Rodimus

"WHY ARE YOU YELLING!?"--Buddy

"I DON'T KNOW! YOU STARTED IT!"--Rodimus

After a couple of minutes of hectic explaining, existential crisis, and a lot of deep venting exercises, Rodimus finally got a complete response.

"So essentially you're from another dimension were your war is still going on, only have a small group of Autobots left, and you dropped into this universe via groundbridge malfunction."--Rodimus

"And you're the Captain of this giant Star ship with more than a hundred Bots on it, are on a quest to find some mythical knights, and the name is..."--Buddy

"Oh! Rodimus, Rodimus Prime."--Rodimus

"Wait what happened to Optimus? And what about the Matrix of Leadership?"--Buddy

"Well, Prime is a part of the new Cybertronian government with Starscream as ruler and the Matrix is broken."--Rodimus

"...wait what..."--Buddy

"The matrix was broken by accident."--Rodimus

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN ON ACCIDENT?! AND DID YOU SAY STARSCREAM WAS IN CHARGE OF CYBERTRONIAN!?!?! WHO'S IDEA WAS THAT?!"--Buddy

There was a lot of explaining to do when Rodimus came out of his habsuite with Buddy in tow. Especially with how much of a difference in frame Buddy had to everyone else on the Lost Light.

Buddy made friends with many bots during their stay aboard. They had plenty of stories to tell and to hear stories from this new dimension. The only bumps in the 'road' were when Buddy saw the alternate versions of Ultra Magnus, Ratchet and Megatron.

With Magnus

"It's a good thing those shoulder pads never change in different dimensions, sir."--Buddy

"Thank you?"--Magnus

With Ratchet

"You're telling me that Rodimus flipped over the Captain and fell on his face how many times per week?"--Buddy

"I lost count after 5."--Ratchet

With Megatron

"...do you have any dark energon in you?"--Buddy

"Do I have what?"--Megatron

"Oh you don't! That's good. You're one of the better Megatron's."--Buddy

It took a while later for Brainstorm and Perceptor to fix Buddy's dimension and set coordinates.

It was time for Buddy to say goodbye to their friends and head home.

"Thank you everyone!"--Buddy

"No problem Buddy! And if you're ever in the same dimension, just give us a call!"--Rodimus

"And if you guys are in my dimension, you call me! Bye!"--Buddy

"Bye Buddy!"--Rodimus

Buddy jumped right into their dimension.

Buddy knew it was the right one because of the feeling they had in their tanks.

Also because they landed on top of Wheeljack.

"AAAHHH! WHAT'S ON ME?!"--Wheeljack

"Wheeljack it's me!"--Buddy

"Buddy?! Oh thank the Prime's! Where were you?! We've been trying to scan your signature for days."--Wheeljack

"You have no idea what happened."--Buddy

#transformers #transformers x reader #maccadam #idw mtmte #mtmte x reader #tfp #tfp x reader #mtmte rodimus #tfp ratchet #tfp wheeljack #bot buddy

[callsign-relic]

touch starved rodimus. I can't stop thinking about touch starved rodimus. he just seems like the physically affectionate type so I would love to request a fluffy piece between him and a human fem!reader that gets him a little emotional bc physical touch isn't something he got often before they met 🥺 sfw pls? 🥹 love ur writing<3

Anon, this was such a big brained idea. I absolutely loved writing this. I mean I love writing Roddy any chance I can get HAHA, but physical affection seems perfect for him, so this was a joy to write. I hope you enjoy :) and thank you for enjoying my writing!!!

Warnings: SFW, Fem!Human!Reader

Rodimus was entirely unsure of himself right now.

That fact was astounding to him. He was Rodimus, captain of the Lost Light. Rodimus, capable leader, yet friend foremost. Rodimus, overall cool guy.

Yet here he was, spark pounding in his chassis in a tizzy, hesitant to even shift his weight about as he lay on his berth in his habsuite, with you laying right up against his sensitive neck cabling.

In your half-asleep daze, you paw at the thick wires, one arm doing its best to wrap around the length while the other raises itself to graze his jaw. The mech’s vents hitch— you were so close to him, not even aware of what your tiny little frame was doing to him, yet he was frozen anyway.

He could call for you, awaken you from your stupor. But that would require him to disturb you in such a rare moment of peace. Slowly— slower than he thought he had ever moved before— Rodimus turns his head from facing upwards into the ceiling, to gazing down at you. You were caught in a daze between consciousness and slumber, yet you looked so beautiful all the same.

Eventually, he moves his entire form to face you, daring to raise a servo up behind you to cup you within. In your tossing and turning, you shift upwards from his neck, all the way up to his face. Groggily, your eyes slowly peel themselves open, yet never open wider than half-lidded.

“Rodimus…?” Your voice rumbles, quiet from disuse. The captain blinks, stammering for a moment as he scrambles to reply.

“Oh, uh— yeah?” He begins, voice no higher than a whisper. “Sorry if I woke you, just try and go back to—“

His words, however, are swiftly cut off by your own movements. You run a hand down the cool, white metal of his cheek, giggling drowsily to yourself. “‘S so warm… but you’re nice an’ cool.” Then, you scooch right up against the mech’s face. You land a gentle kiss onto his top lip before scooting further upwards, the length of your body resting perfectly against his nose.

Rodimus felt as though he couldn’t even breathe. Not out of anxiety— though that definitely contributed to that fact— but rather he felt that any little motion he made would jostle you in your spot, and that you’d leave. No other person had ever gotten so close to him before, and the fact that he couldn’t scoop you up into his servos and hold you tight into his chassis was driving him crazy.

Carefully, he moves that yellow servo closer towards you, extending a single digit to run it across the length of your back in slow, repeated motions. You release a low hum in reply, only pressing your little body against him further. Your human frame was so warm, so lively and soft and squishy and—

The captain couldn’t help himself as his fingers wrapped themselves around you, pulling you down from his nose. You grunt a little in confusion, raising your head as you look around in your haze. No longer were you huddled up against the bridge of his nose, rather, you were bright back down near his dermas. Gently, the mech leaned in, placing a kiss on the side of your face that nearly took up the entire expanse of your head.

The feeling of his dermas on your face was an odd sensation, to be sure. They weren’t as hard as the outer layers of his armor plating, but not nearly as malleable as the small bits of protoform peeking through it all. It was certainly gentle, however, despite how you could feel the rush of air move in and out of his intake through the part in his lips.

Still somehow not awake enough to even ask what brought about this sudden behavior, you merely giggle to yourself some more, playfully pushing away at his dermas as they continue to press themselves over you. Unbeknownst to you, that only caused Rodimus’ spark to flutter ever further in its chamber. The feeling of your little hands up against him barely registered themselves into the systems of his nervecircuits, yet they were there all the same.

With the hand that encircled you, he raises a thumb up and over your head, running down the length of your hair in the same repeated movements as he did to your spine mere moments ago. “You’re so cute,” he murmurs, though the proximity makes his voice rumble through your entire self. “What did I do to deserve someone like you?”

You only chuckle in reply, pulling yourself away from his lips and back up towards his nose. Though the mech wished he could just kiss you more, he released his hands enough for you to move. “Like that’s even a question,” you drawl, extending an arm to run up and down the bridge of his pure white nose. “‘Cause you’re Rodimus, duh.”

The captain’s spark felt as though it was going to burst then and there. He couldn’t help but laugh as he once again wrapped his hands around you, gently cupping you as close to himself as he could. He could only do so much with your tiny frame, but he knew that rubbing another digit along the length of your body would suffice.

“You know what? You’re right. Why did I even ask?”

#relic writes #transformers #transformers x reader #reader insert #tf x reader #rodimus #rodimus Prime #rodimus x reader #rodimus Transformers #transformers rodimus #more than meets the eye #MTMTE #MTMTE x reader #lost light #transformers lost light #lost light x reader

[rawmeknockout]

Request

Oh please more Whirl! Maybe with Seeker reader, I feel like even if his partner is more level headed he'd be able to convince them to do batshit things like screwing in the air or being his alibi for things. But also he's so fucking damaged and I want to hold him to my chest and kiss him.

It was just a passing question, one you didn't think about too much at first. Rodimus had asked you how things were going between you and Whirl, a polite question as he leaned too far back in the Captain's chair. It was dangerously close to dumping him out on the floor. And it was... Normal. Everything was normal between you two. It wasn't until you were walking down the corridor after your shift that you began to think about what normal was now. You hadn't even thought about the implication that it was "You and Whirl". The two of you never really established that there was a combination of your lives, although that didn't mean that wasn't what others picked up.

And perhaps there didn't need to be any clarification. Clearly others saw you two as a package deal, and, when you thought about it, that was how your situation had developed, right? You two were never truly separated, even when you were assigned separate tasks. Even when you spent hours, even days, apart, the end was the same. You went back to the same habsuite, the same routine, as usual. One that involved you and Whirl: intimately, familiarly.

How were things going? It's good. It's stable. It's you and Whirl. Things you wouldn't have attributed to the frenzied mech before. Everything used to be so different, back when you didn't have an inkling of a life where Whirl took part. He has pulled you into crazy shit, has driven you insane more times than you can count, has had you screaming at him until you felt light-headed over the careless way he'll throw himself into danger. Even coaxed you into flight-frame interface (which does not feel nearly as scandalous as it used to). At the same time, he's clearly mellowed out. Shown you how a mech like him can settle down, has shown you how you could settle down. He still throws himself into the heat of battle, longs for any chance he can get to feel the crunch of metal under his claws, but he doesn't aimlessly act out anymore. Doesn't pick fights where it's not warranted. Doesn't say the first thing that he knows will get a rise out of someone.

Where you used to dream of adventure, of the next chance you could hop on a ship headed for nowhere, of any chance where you could get away from your nuisance of a roommate, now you can only think of getting off work and returning to the comfort of your habsuite. You had once wanted to hold Cybertron in the palm of your hand, as many Seekers do, lead your own platoon of battle-hungry Autobots. That person feels unrecognizable to you.

You're stopped at your door before you even know it, having spent the whole walk lost in thoughts of yesterday, and the passcode is nothing but a secondary thought. As familiar as the back of your hands. Whirl is hunched over his desk, tinkering with an Earth toy that jingles with a broken music-box. His love of fiddling with clocks has led him to seeking out any odd piece of Earth tech he can get his claws on, the tiny mechanics so alike to the inner workings of what he was already familiar with. It took just one brush with some half broken contraption an alien vendor was hawking to spur a new hobby for Whirl. He's good at it. Bringing human technology back to life as if it were a beloved treasure. Even out in the deepest parts of space, there is the jingling of human music that Whirl is able to expertly lift from the brink of being lost.

These broken mechanisms shouldn't sell for as much as some of the vendors think they should, but you can never say no to Whirl's desires.

You can't imagine living any other way.

You lean over him, arms winding around his thin neck, to place a soft kiss on the top of his glowing optic. You feel the scrunched brow plates unfurl under your touch. Your wings flicker with your laughter.

Life with Whirl is good.

#asks #txt #transformers #reader insert #reader imagine #transformers idw #tf idw #transformers mtmte #tf mtmte #whirl #tf whirl #mtmte whirl #idw whirl

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Stress Release | IDW Rodimus x f!robot reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 1100+

Warnings: Smut ( desk and rough interfacing ), dom reader, sub Rodimus, control play, mummy kink and licking. NSFW 18+.

Notes: This went completely different to what I had planned from the start but I'm honestly very happy how it turned out. First attempt in writing Hot Rod/Rodimus. I love that flame boy! Also taking notice I've been managing to keep my requests within 1k, for now at least. Enjoy this hot stuff. 🥰

☕ Coffee

"Desk. Now."

Rodimus had barged into your office so suddenly, barking the order so bluntly that it made you snort a giggle. He's horny. Your conjunx is always damn horny in the weirdest of times, you find it quite adorable.

"Why?" You choose to tease as you keep your focus on the data pad in your servos, pretending you didn't notice what the fuss was all about.

"You're kidding, right?" His wounded expression almost makes you cave, but not quite. "Look at me! I'm all heated up and it's bothering me. I need to frag, like right now. Magnus has been up my aft all day!" You have to cover your mouth to stop yourself from bursting out laughing from his poor choice of words. "Not like that! Come on! Just a quick frag, that's all I need."

"Is fragging all I'm good for?" You set the data pad aside and lean back in your chair, leg crossing over the other on top of your thigh as you gave a lingering intense stare at him.

His shoulders slump down, defeated and letting out a heavy vent. "N-no, no, of course not, you're so much more than that. Please I just....please?" You could hear him beg all day.

Standing up you slowly make your way around the table and sit on top of it. Rodimus smiles like a giddy sparkling and skips over to you, though you stop him with the end of your pede, sly smile on your face.

"Easy now cowboy. Mama would like an apology."

"For what? What did I do?"

"You were very rude just then, demanding me to get on the desk like a spoilt brat. Mama doesn't like it when you get all bossy." Your voice was like silk, smooth and tender, yet also very controlling that latches onto him in a vise grip. Rodimus knows what you're doing.

"Really? We're doing this now? Thought that game was only for inside our quarters."

"What's wrong? Afraid for anyone to see just how you fall apart under your mama? Besides, you love it, me being bossy. You can't help yourself."

Gently you rub his heated panel with your pede, earning a startled whimper from him, causing you to smirk softly from his falling apart reaction just by a simple rub. The guy had zero self control over himself sometimes.

When he doesn't say anything, you add on. "Now, are you going to behave?" Though you do enjoy him playing the spoilt brat, you were pretty eager for a good hard frag as well. You just need to teach him some manners first.

"Yes...mama." Rodimus meets your gaze, optics fuzzy and cheek plating heated with a pink hue, giving him such a soft cuteness.

"Good boy."

Moving your pede you move it up against his chassis and rest it in a good flexible position under his chin. One thing he loves about you is just how well you can flex and bend yourself.

"Lick. Apologise to your mama."

Rodimus always wants to please you, and he never fails. Leaning down, he drags his warm glossa against your pede, kissing and licking the area at your command, sliding his glossa over your wheel and making it swivel a little. You smile, giddy with pride, loving the sight of him wanting to keep you happy.

"I'm sorry, mama." He whispers, soft baby blue optics moving up to look at you in the most innocent and cutest way.

"You're forgiven, darling." You move your pede off and sit back down, thighs parted with panel cover retracted and revealing your already soaking valve. "Now, you're after some stress release?"

"Yes, please." He vented heavily, the sight of you almost makes him overload right there standing. "Please mama, I'm begging you."

"Since you asked so nicely." You purr out in delight before taking hold of his waist with both your pedes, tugging him closer against you and grinding yourself against his hot covering. "Come on big boy, fill your mama. Don't hold back."

His broad, goofy smile is something you'll always lust after. You watch as his panel retracts and his throbbing spike bobs out, intensely hot and screaming for action. He doesn't hold back and spreads your thighs even wider, pressing himself against you as you keep yourself on the desk, right before he bluntly thrusts his thick length into your waiting and eager valve.

The desk shakes as he impales you firmly without holding back, just as you commanded. There's no pause and he sets a rough pace, thrusting his cable into you through an intense rut that is boiling through him.

Tightening your thighs, you hold on while letting out rowdy moans that fill the room, mixing in with his rigid grunts and hitched vents. You feel every bumpy ridge running across your channel, pulsing wildly like a rapid fire, sending bursts and sparks up through your entire frame.

"So good! Roddy, oh frag!"

"Oh mama, fragging good mama!"

In the room, you both always got creative, to keep things spicy between you both and the thrill to keep on rolling. You loved him, so much. He deserved the best and you're happy to provide that however possible.

His servos hold firmly at your waist as he drags you back against him with each thrust delivered, your flooding lubricants pooling against the rocking desk and dripping down onto the floor between his thrusts, fragging you thoroughly, and grinding his pelvic plating against your sensitive node.

He buries his face against your neck, dentas nibbling against your neck cables and holding you close as you embrace his roaring heat, thighs clenching tightly as your valve does too, sucking him whole.

Rodimus has been fighting with himself and holding back for as long as possible, until he simply couldn't control it anymore.

"Mama...mama!" He chants, hips rutting firmly against you before overloading, his thrusts still present to make sure you overload yourself, which proved to be easier as you don't keep yourself lingering behind and let out a thundering mewl and clinging onto him.

Your overoad bursts out heavily, your hips still grinding against him as you ride it out as you both let your cooling fans kick in and vent through the intense frag you just had.

His spike remains inside, twitching madly, making you whimper through your desire and reach your servo up to caress his cheek plating. "You're so big Roddy, filling mama so much with your fluids. I think you'll spark me for sure this time."

The talk about sparklings has happened, but with different wars happening, it wasn't the best time to raise one. Though that doesn't slow either of you down from fragging. Anything could happen.

"Oh darling, I fragging love you so much!" Rodimus praises his worshipping over you before taking your face under his servos and kissing you passionately, devouring your lips and coiling his glossa with your own with an intense greed.

Moving away together you let out a silky giggle and nuzzle your face into his neck, embracing the hot mech you call your conjunx endura as you feel his spike nest comfortably inside you.

"I love you too, Roddy, my handosme hot flame."

#transformers #rodimus prime #hot rod #valveplug #rodimus x reader #reader insert #idw #lost light #mtmte #smut #fanfiction #writing #sugarrusheag

[onlyyvette]

Meeting Shenanigans

Warnings: TOP/DOM READER + SUB/BOTTOM CHARACTER + cybertronian reader + gn reader + exhibitionist kink + under table valve fingering + Rodimus is a little shit + gets his shit rocked in the end tho + masochist Rodimus + humiliation + overstimulation + Ratchet finds you guys out :( + he lets it go though!

Word Count: 1224

A/N: This is my first time writing transformers smut I've been reading it for a while now but the terminology can be so hard to write </3

"I for one believe that more funding should go into mine and Perceptor's(mostly mine) lab work. Right now I'm making this---"

"Brainstorm, please refrain from using my name in one of your ridiculous attempts of appealing with your inventions," Perceptor interrupted Brainstorm, narrowing his eyes.

"As I was saying before someone so rudely interrupted me," Brainstorm continued, glaring at Perceptor. "An increase in funding can help me buy the materials for my new invention. And I know, I know, you guys are so excited to see what I came up with but..." Once Brainstorm started rambling, you couldn't bother to keep paying attention.

Once again, Brainstorm had called for a meeting on the Lost Light regarding an increase in funding for his research. More like creating life threatening devices that look like sparklings' toys. Attending the meeting alongside the scientists were Ultra Magnus, Megatron, Ratchet, and Rodimus. You didn't really have a reason to be there. You were only there because Rodimus refused to go without his conjunx.

Brainstorm continued to ramble on about his so called "urgent need" of research funding. Ultra Magnus nodded while taking notes as Megatron and Ratchet looked equally done with Brainstorm's bullshit. Rodimus yawned a bit as he leaned on your shoulder. Even you were ready to leave this meeting, Ultra Magnus would never allow anyone to leave, even if the Lost Light caught on fire right then and there.

Right as you were about to doze off, you felt a light brush on your thigh. You jerked looking at Rodimus but he was still facing forward, a bored expression on his face. Thinking that it was just your processor playing tricks on you, you relaxed again. Not even 2 kliks later, you felt the touch of a servo on your interface panel, much more insistent than before. You looked down to see Rodimus' servo stroking your interface panel.

Once again you focused your gaze on Rodimus. While he was still facing forward, his optics were on you, bright with unspent charge. He continued to trace circles on your panel, a small smirk beginning to grow on his face. So this is how he wants to distract himself, you thought, sighing inwardly. Well, it's not like you were opposed to the idea. Besides, you had already come up with a plan to take away Rodimus' upper hand.

While Rodimus continued to stroke your panel, you moved your own servo to his thigh, groping it and feeling how warm it was. Rodimus' movements stuttered as he wasn't expecting the sudden touch. When you moved your servo to roughly grabbing Rodimus' panel, he gritted his dentae, holding back a groan as his panel quickly retracted.

Since his movements on your panel had completely stopped, it allowed you to focus on teasing your conjunx. Rodimus had a scrunched up look on his face, his optics darting back and forth to make sure he wasn't attracting any attention to him. You grinned inwardly as you skipped any teasing and immediately stuffed two servos inside of him.

"Mhhn--" Rodimus quickly slaps a servo over his mouth when the moan threatened to come out. He got a weird look from Ratchet who happened to be sitting near them, but he rolled his eyes and seemingly brushed it off. Rodimus attempts to shoot you a glare but it loses it's effect when he's blushing furiously as he tries to pretend to be unbothered by your touch.

You continue to move your servos in Rodimus' valve, scissoring him wide open and ramming your servos in as far as they can go. You can feel your lover's valve cycle down tightly as he grinds his dentae in an attempt to not let out any noise. Rodimus soon lets his helm fall down onto the meeting table with a loud thunk. Everyone except for Perceptor and Brainstorm who are now in a heated argument look at Rodimus confused, then at you for answers.

You just shrugged and turned to Rodimus and nudged him with your free servo. "You good?" you asked him with faux innocence as you continued to finger his valve. "..." Rodimus stayed silent, knowing that even opening his mouth would lead to him moaning and exposing what the two of you were doing.

Finally, Rodimus called your comm and you took your sweet time to pick up the call. :Please, don't be so--nnghh, hahh, rough!: Rodimus whined as you chuckled over the call. :But Roddy, you started it didn't you? I bet you thought this was going to go your way, didn't you?: you purred seductively as you roughly pinched his anterior node.

"mm...nhh..." Despite Rodimus muffling his moans, you could still faintly hear it. He was now rocking back on your servos, chasing the pleasure you were giving him despite the company you had. His entire frame was trembling now as he approached his overload.

:You know, Roddy, if I were in a meaner mood, I'd probably be stuffing four of my servos into your tight valve and have you moaning and squirting on my servo like a cheap whore. Everyone at this table would know how slutty you are, you know that?: Your insults dripped with venom. Rodimus whimpered at your harsh words as he comes closer to his climax.

:[n-name]!! Gonna--Ahhnn!: Rodimus moaned desperately over comms as he overloaded on your fingers, lubricant staining your servos as he spasmed. You immediately removed your servos from his valve. :So just touching you a bit was enough to make you squirt in public?: you sneered. :That's just sad:

Rodimus whined at your disappointment as he comes down from his overload. His cooling fans had nearly short-circuited due to him repeatedly denying permission to turn them off so his frame was running terribly hot. He continued to tremble as your optics looked around the room to see if any one had caught wind of what the two of you were up to.

Ratchet was sitting across from the two of you but had a scowl on his face that was clearly directed at you and Rodimus. He definitely knew that the two of you were fooling around during the meeting and he was very much in disapproval about it. Yeah you were definitely going to receive dome words from him after the meeting. You shivered at the thought of his infamous wrench.

Ultra Magnus still hadn't noticed as he was still absorbed by Brainstorm and Perceptor's still ongoing argument. Megatron was sitting down with his arms crossed over his chassis, his helm tilted downwards with his optics closed. Most likely, he was getting tired of whatever nonsense was coming out of Brainstorm's mouth and had decided to clock out of the meeting quietly.

You gave Ratchet a small grin as your servos began to circle Rodimus' anterior node causing him to jolt. You called Ratchet's comm and surprisingly he picks up.

:You two are terrible: Ratchet says, his optics narrowing. :We're in a meeting and you decide to fool around?:

:C'mon Ratchet: you pleaded. :Just stay quiet about this please? I promise this won't be happen again!: Ratchet just snorts and turns his head away, disconnecting the call. Despite what you told Ratchet, with the way that Rodimus is reacting to your touch, Ratchet will most likely not be getting a break anytime soon.

#vetty's works. ✿ #vetty's fics. ✿ #yvette's works. ✿ #yvette's fics. ✿ #transformers #transformers smut #valveplug #rodimus prime #rodimus x reader #sub rodimus #transformers mtmte #transformers idw #transformers rodimus

[cozzzynook]

Ravage realizing Rodimus is carrying first.

Rodimus does not understand why he can’t get comfortable anymore unless Soundwave is beside him or Lazerbeak is keeping watch over him during the day.

He can’t recharge well unless Soundwave is holding him and he feels so bad because he’s always exhausted now and feels strange like he’s cold whenever Soundwave isn’t touching him or he isn’t inside their nest.

He feels like he’s going crazy when he can’t drink his usual grade and has to settle for grade that tastes so bitter without anything sweet but a few liquid drops of nickel and iron the same way Soundwave likes his. He doesn’t even like spicy copper sticks anymore, he prefers the sour kind like Soundwave, which again, annoys him to no end.

and for the life of him he doesn’t want to tell Soundwave who will no doubt worry and he can’t exactly bring himself to stop defending his spark and tanks almost all hours of the day as if something or some bot other than himself, Soundwave, Lazerbeak or Ravage would dare get close to them.

Speaking of Ravage the feline and longest companion of Soundwave is now always next to him.

During the day when he goes off to work, during the afternoons when he waits for Soundwave to get home and at night sleeping on top of him with claws extended as if to shield and protect him.

He doesn’t even mind that Ravage is doing this. He actually likes it which scares him.

Ravage paws and kneads at his tanks when he sits down. Purrs with his helm on his tanks nudging and rubbing against the sensitive metal making him feel so safe which drives him crazy because he’s one a solider and fighter and two a prime with a powerful outlier that he hasn’t had the energy to use in weeks.

He finds Ravage is never far from him and even brings him a cube of energon just moments before he realizes the helmache is from hunger and not paperwork.

He can’t find it in himself to stop giving Ravage all the scratches and pets and treats she wants. Spoiling her and picking her up when she asks which is a weird thing since she usually only lets Soundwave carry her.

She’s sort of given Soundwave the tail in favor of draping herself over Rodimus tanks during recharge and even went as far as to bite at Soundwave for trying to move her.

Both of them were seriously shocked at this since Ravage loves Soundwave and never did anything like that, ever.

Rodimus tried asking why she did that and she wouldn’t answer, just nuzzled into his tanks and set a paw over his spark and curled up against him.

She even refused the call to dock into Soundwave.

They were both thinking about taking her to see Ratchet. They were talking about Ravage’s odd behavior and decided to bring her to him who promptly told them nothing was wrong with Ravage and the feline former was ticked at being brought to a doctor when she could’ve been at home recharging.

Ratchet watched as Ravage curled up and put a protective paw on Rodimus tanks and growled at Soundwave and himself when it clicked for the medic.

“Rodimus?”

“Yeah Doc?”

“tell me, have you been feeling tired lately?”

“Umm yeah?”

“Hard time enjoying energon like you used to?”

“Yeah, i’ve been drinking the same kind Soundwave usually drinks for weeks its driving me a little crazy. I hate it but it tastes so good!”

“And has Ravage been staying with you all hours of the day and protecting you?”

“Well, yeah actually. Won’t let me leave for work without her and she sleeps on my tanks now too.”

“And have you been nesting a lot more? Often on edge without Soundwave, Lazerbeak and Ravage?”

“I uh,” the look Soundwave was giving him made Rodimus inch away only for Soundwave to pull him closer making Ravage hiss and protect Rodimus by giving a harmless swipe to Soundwave, though the message was still clear.

“I think I know whats going on.”

“You do? Great! Whats going on with Ravage doc?”

“Ravage is completely fine. Doing exactly as she should actually. You on the other servo Rodimus, are sparked.”

“Excuse me?!”

Soundwave yelled out a clip of static and Ravage stayed protecting Rodimus.

“Ravage can sense and smell that you are carrying and as such is protecting you since you are her family. She has no ill will towards you Soundwave, she is just doing what her instincts demand of her and that is total protection of the sparkling and carrier under her possession.”

The two looked at Ratchet, then Ravage, then Rodimus’s tanks before each other and Soundwave pulled Rodimus in for a tight hug pressing Ravage between the two making her yowl.

“When we get home we’re going to have a long discussion about you keeping things from me.”

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#rodimus prime x soundwave #rodimus #prime #soundwave #soundwave cyberverse #hot rod cyberverse #transformers cyberverse #sparklings #ravage #mechpreg

[archie-sunshine]

Survey Says-!(18+ RODIMUS/EVERYONE)

Chapter 1.5: THE FORBIDDEN NON CANON DRIFTROD CHAPTER (Rodimus/Drift)

Rodimus is NOT bitter about the results of the crew satisfaction survey, in fact, he’s fully prepared to change! He’s determined to change his crew’s minds, and what better way to do so than to get to know them- in the carnal sense that is. 

There are no problems with this plan in Rodimus’s mind. There are many in Ultra Magnus’s. Magnus engages in some unfortunate(for Rodimus) damage control as head of Cybertronian Resources. Rodimus is not easily deterred. 

Read on AO3 Here! Other chapters here!

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FIC TAGS: Rodimus/Everyone(But y’know, not like. EVERYONE. Just a lot of various background characters and also more specifically with some others), Takes place post dark cybertron, but pre the whole ship disappearing thing and the mutiny, smut, Chastity, denial, Rodimus is a slut, Ongoing humiliation, HR Violations as comedy, Ultra Magnus is clueless, sticky sexual interfacing, comedy, sexual comedy, dubious consent (if you squint and tilt your head), contains illustrations

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Authors notes: THIS! CHAPTER! IS! NOT! CANON! I wrote this bc im in driftrod brainrot, and bc i had a really funny idea for it. This takes place directly one day after the first chapter, in an au where most things are the same but drift doesn't get kicked off the lost light

CHAPTER TAGS: Rodimus/Drift, knifeplay(??? does it count if accidental), desk/office sex, possessive sex, rodimus is an oblivious switch and assumes drift is a bottom, drift is a top, getting caught

Rodimus wouldn’t say he was seething. Of course he wouldn’t! Because he would never admit to anyone that absolutely anything Ultra Magnus had done was getting to him. 

Well. Almost no one. 

Rodimus released the knife he’d been using to gouge images of Ultra Magnus exploding into his desk, letting it clatter to the tabletop as he leaned back and groaned in frustration. It had only been a cycle since the beginning of his punishment, but Rodimus was NOT having it. He had to keep up his meetings, it was the best idea he’d had in decacycles and he wasn’t about to throw away all his good work just because Ultra Magnus hated fun. 

There was an itch in the back of his processor. It wasn’t even that he was cycled up or aroused in any way, it was just the fact that he couldn’t even if he wanted to that made him… skittish. Skittish was the right word. Rodimus offlined his optics and wracked his mind to think of who might maybe, possibly be cool enough to keep quiet to Ultra Magnus about helping him with his situation. 

Who was he kidding, it was obviously going to be Drift. 

*

Rodimus was lounging impatiently in his chair. He had pinged Drift ages ago, what was taking him so- Ah. 

Rodimus winced at the sound of tires squealing against floor tile and indignant shouting, gathering himself up out of his languishing to lean nervously over his desk towards the approaching sound. His office door slid open, and there Drift stood, chassis heaving with the apparent exertion of speeding through the halls, a sword already in hand.

“What’s the- *hah* What’s the situation?” Drift wheezed, glancing around the room and awkwardly shifting out of his stance when he realized the two of them were alone.

Rodimus made a mental note not to send Drift messages like ‘Need you now. My office. Help.’ again. “...Heyyyyyy, buddy-” Rodimus started, trying for a casual smile.

Drift sheathed his sword, his nervous look melting into affectionate exasperation. “... It’s about the magnetizer, isn't it.”

“YES! Fine, primus, yes it's about the magnetizer.” Rodimus huffed, throwing himself back in his chair and letting his legs fall open as Drift casually locked the door and approached the desk. His amica rounded the desk and leaned on it, pensively stroking his chin as he looked down at the magnetizer attached to him. 

Rodimus glanced away, disregarding how the other mech’s contemplative look made his tanks twist. He swatted away the imagery of Drift being his knight in shining plating, come to relieve him from his terrible prison, reminding himself that this was, in fact, humiliating and stupid. Thanks again Magnus. Rodimus’ finial twitched a bit under Drift’s gaze. He cleared his vocalizer meaningfully.

“Hm?” Drift blinked, seemingly pulled from his own thoughts. “What?”

“Wh- Do you think you can get it off? Do I need to ask? I assumed it was pretty fragging obvious what I want?!” Rodimus squinted at his amica incredulously. 

“Oh!!” Drift shook his helm, before quickly correcting himself and nodding. “Y-yeah! Sure, I’ll give it a try!” 

*

Drift had caught Rodimus in some pretty unflattering scrapes before. It came with the territory: Rodimus was often suicidally impulsive and unflappably self confident. When the crew satisfaction survey had come around, Drift had known it could mean only the worst for his amica, though he’d never admit that to his face. He’d hoped that Rodimus would take it well, and outwardly he certainly did! He’d been proud of him for that. 

… And then Rodimus had shown up in Drift’s habsuite with a mostly empty bottle of high grade dangling from his digits and his optics full of tears. It was impossible to say the right thing that night. How could he say no to anything with his amica weeping in his arms like that? He’d thought he’d just been babbling, so he’d nodded and listened, laughed and told him what a good idea it was to frag his way through the whole crew to change their minds.

If anything, Drift was responsible for not stopping this from happening. In his eyes at least. 

“AND! UGH!! He goes- ‘I’ve heard you interfacing in two supply closets’- OKAY first of all, creep, peeping tom, that’s gotta be some mark on his record too, right?” Rodimus ranted. 

Drift had to admit Rodimus’ ability to bitch in the stupidest positions was in some ways admirable. It was at least amusing. “Uhuh, yeah.” Drift chuckled, gnawing at his lower derma as he worked one of his ankle blades under one of the support bars on the magnetizer. 

“Right!? And he says- oh you’ll hate this- he says he saw the transfluid trail that I left after I fragged around with Powerflash-” Rodimus sat up a bit, jostling his panels just a bit too close to the point of the extra knife Drift was handling. Drift’s fuelpump nearly stopped, and he turned his free servo to pinch Rodimus’ thigh plating. “OW!” 

“Stop. Moving. I’m gonna cut something off and you’re never gonna forgive me.” Drift whispered, leaning his elbow bodily onto Rodimus’ thigh and beginning to work at the latch at the top of the device. He refused to let himself be distracted by the way Rodimus’ thighs twitched every time he brought one of his knives down towards his panels, nor did he react to the way the panels in question were beginning to heat up. 

“Well couldn’t you have used- I don’t know- TOOLS? Instead of KNIVES?” Rodimus hissed petulantly.

“Couldn’t you have elaborated on what you needed more than ‘HELP’?” Drift whispered back calmly, not bothering to look at Rodimus’ likely aghast face. He could feel it in his field anyway, and he didn’t need to be distracted by his endearingly upset expressions. He slid the fine edge of the dagger under the latch of the magnetizer carefully, stalled by Rodimus’ quickening venting making his frame quiver. 

“Pff…. Pfft…. Yeah. Probably.” Rodimus admitted finally, a tiny bit of shakiness in his voice. “Uh- is there uh-” He cleared his vocalizer.

“You’re shaking, Roddy-” Drift observed.

“NO- I’m not even- Shut up-” Rodimus blurted out.

“Try to hold still okay?” He brought a soothing servo up to rub gently over his belly. He ignored Rodimus’ vents hitching, ignored the heat of his frame, ignored the strangled little whine Rodimus let out when Drift nudged the knife a little further under the latch. It didn’t give. Drift frowned. “I’m gonna give it- Okay, hold your vents I’m going to do something and theres gonna be sudden movements-”

“Drift- Sudden movements and my junk do not go together!!” Rodimus whimpered out. The strain in Rodimus’ voice made Drift’s spark wriggle in concern… and, to a lesser degree… No, nothing else, just concern. Drift cleared his processor. He could feel guilty about any of his thoughts later, Rodimus needed help. 

“Okay- well- I think I need more leverage anyway.” Drift sighed, carefully sliding the pocket knife out from under the latch and standing up from the chair he’d been sitting in. 

“Leverage-?” Rodimus began to ask, cut off as Drift swiftly straddled Rodimus’ waist where he laid on the desk, leaning down over Rodimus’ panels and deftly grasping the handle of the knife Rodimus had been using to carve drawings into the table. “Oh- Okay- alright, cool, don’t warn me before you do stuff, it's fine.” 

Drift ignored him and began to work the blade under the latch. It slipped a few times, bumping into the edge of one of the support bars and leaving a superficial scratch in the paint above Rodimus’ panels. Rodimus reacted with a hiss as if he’d really been stabbed. “A-ah- careful!!” 

“I’m being careful!! You could do with sharpening your knife more, it doesn’t slip if it's sharp.” Drift scolded. 

“Oh so I’m the aft for not sharpening my drawing knife?” Rodimus sniped. 

“I think you’re the aft for not just using a stylus and datapad.” Drift teased, catching the edge of the latch and carefully wiggling the blade back underneath. The desk knife’s length gave better leverage for the task at hand, but it was still a struggle to pry it up. The modesty panel’s plating was delicate and thin, the knife he was holding could easily pierce it. Drift bit his derma, worrying it between his dentas as he carefully angled his elbow and began to pry. 

“...aaaaAaahh- h-hey- careful-!” Rodimus whined out again, his legs tensing up but his abdomen remaining perfectly still. Drift appreciated the effort it took for him to keep still, he had to admit he would be the same were there a knife pointed at his array. Drift slowly brought his free servo up over Rodimus’ hip, using his thumb to help shimmy the knife a little deeper under the latch. Had Rodimus always been such a whiner? Drift readjusted himself, wriggling his hips and settling into a more comfortable position. “A-ahah-” Rodimus gasped out.

“Be shoosh, I’m getting there…” Drift cooed out absently. He was focused on more important things than Rodimus’ childish whimpering, like not cutting his panels off, or making sure that Rodimus couldn’t feel the warmth gathering in his panels. He refused to stop making those… stupid… distracting noises. It was making things harder than they should have been and Drift’s internal dialogue was getting mean, they had to get this over with. 

Drift adjusted himself again, sliding his knee joints back until they were almost under Rodimus’ armpits and leaning over to get closer. He could feel more of Rodimus’ heat this way, which was, of course, secondary to him being close enough to properly pry the magnetizer’s latch up with Rodimus’ desk knife. 

“D-Drift-” Rodimus breathed out, barely loud enough for Drift to hear. He laid his servos hesitantly against the other bot’s thighs. 

“I’m almost there, Roddy.” Drift answered without letting him finish. He felt the knife’s tip make contact with something. Bingo! He jammed his thumb between the flat of the blade and Rodimus’ plating.

“W-wait- Maybe-!” Rodimus yelped out, cut off as Drift pushed down hard on the handle and the magnetizer popped off with a ZAP! 

“Wahey-!!” Drift cheered. Several of the smaller knives still bracing the bars of the magnetizer tumbled down onto the floor, along with the magnetizer itself, which bounced away before coming to a stop against the wall. Drift shuffled forwards a bit on his knees as he sat up and looked over his shoulder “That wasn’t bad, now was it you big-”

Snkt-!

Drift froze. Rodimus stared up at him, pinkfaced with energon in flushed embarrassment. Drift glanced around, coming face to face with exactly what he expected. Rodimus’ modesty panels had popped open the second they were freed. He wasn’t exactly doused but he was certainly dewy, his protoform half plump and spike housing open. 

“... ‘m sorry-” Rodimus started, voice strangled with shame. 

Drift’s intake felt dry. “... Are you that pent up after one day?” He mumbled. 

“... I keep it pretty regular, man, I dunno-” Rodimus mumbled bashfully. Drift chuckled, running his servo fondly over Rodimus’ thigh as he tucked the desk knife into one of his drawers. By the time he leaned back, Rodimus was making a pained noise as his spike began to pressurize. 

“... Well how about we move our one on one up, huh?” Drift purred coquettishly, cringing internally at his stupid joke. Rodimus huffed out a laugh. 

“I suppose I could clear my schedule.” Rodimus answered, stroking his servos down over Drift’s thigh plating, meeting to grasp possessively at the protoform by his hips and modesty panels. Drift sighed, his optics flickering offline. He savoured the feeling. Rodimus’ hands were always warm and wanting, eagerly waiting for Drift’s go ahead. The waiting was new… and not unwelcome. 

“So… You said that when you’re doing these one on ones…” Drift began, drawing his servos up to Rodimus’ open array. He felt the other mech’s chassis quiver. “... its whatever the other mech wants, eh?” 

Rodimus steadied his vocalizer for a second, rubbing Drift’s hips gently. “You got it! Because I’m incredibly gracious and selfless like that.” 

Drift hesitated for a moment. There was a heat in his tanks forming, the kind he pushed down whenever the two of them fooled around. He knew what Rodimus liked, he liked it too… but… Drift drew two digits gently through the lips of Rodimus’ valve. The implication was enough.

Rodimus’ voice was strained, words coming out in a breathless whimper. “Y-yeah- We- uh.. We can do that!” 

Drift grinned, laying a grateful kiss against Rodimus’ spike. “Thanks, Roddy.” He dismounted his amica with a flourish, hitting the floor between his thighs and giving a proud little grin. “I can already feel my approval rating going up.”

Rodimus scoffed out a laugh. “As if it could get any higher, you can’t get enough of me.” 

Drift chuckled warmly, leaning forwards and wrapping his digits around Rodimus’ spike. “Guilty.” He sighed, drinking in the gentle part of Rodimus’ dermas and the dimming of his optics. He brought his free servo up off Rodimus’ thigh to his valve, rolling the pad of his thumb over his node tenderly. The shiver Rodimus gave at the gesture made him salivate. 

Focus.

Drift released Rodimus’ spike and leaned back. His own panels slid back easily, his spike pressurizing out to push against the plush mesh of Rodimus’ valve. He took hold of the base of his spike, bracing his free servo against the desk and teasing the tip of his spike between his lips. Rodimus moaned lowly, propping himself up on his elbows to watch Drift’s servos work, his face still flushed. 

Drift swallowed dryly, keeping his vents under control. Rodimus’ fans were already flipped on, a steady breeze of framewarmed air filling the room. Drift’s tip met with the first calipers of Rodimus’ valve, his optics flickering off and dermas parting as he began to press further in.

“A-ah- Drift?” Rodimus breathed. Drift shivered at his tone, light and breathless, as if he were only half there. 

“What is it?” Drift asked, digging his digits into the desk to keep himself in control. He could already tell Rodimus was so soft and tight, even just the first calipers and his outer mesh pressing against his tip made him feel breathless with need.

“... You do like when I spike you right?” Rodimus mumbled bashfully. Drift’s optics came back online, locking with his amica’s. Suddenly keeping his breath felt pretty easy. 

“... Roddy…” Drift chided, beginning to draw his hips back. He was stopped as Rodimus’ legs came around to squeeze his waist. 

“I-I just didn’t expect you to- uh- y’know- want this sort of thing-” Rodimus averted his gaze. Drift blinked, squinting at his faceplate. He… He didn’t really assume that the first time they’d fragged- When Drift had let him- and he thought-

“... Roddy, did you assume that because-” Drift stammered for a moment. “You- because I bottomed that I-” 

Rodimus faced him again, looking equally confused. “You’re not a bottom?” 

Drift searched for any amount of sarcasm in his field and came up dry. He distantly felt his optic twitch. He twisted his faceplate into what he hoped didn’t look like a forced smile. “Nope!” He gritted out. His servo came away from his spike and gripped into Rodimus’ thigh tightly. 

He took no malicious pleasure in driving his spike into Rodimus’ valve as hard as he could. The pleasure he took was all entirely arousal as the pompous, idiotic- ahem- wonderfully talented and handsome mech below him dropped his intake open and let out a punched out cry. It was just as tight as he’d thought, soft with silicone and warmed protoform, each caliper perfectly calibrated, each node grinding and sparking with charge against those in his spike. Drift hoped his moan didn’t sound like a snarl, but from the bewilderment in Rodimus’ expression, it likely came out more feral than he’d meant. 

It was getting much too hard to care about what he meant as he dug his hands tight into the protoform around Rodimus’ hips and began to thrust. There were a thousand things he wanted to say about the gathering coolant on Rodimus’ golden chassis, about the twitch of the pistons in his spread thighs, about the curl of his dermas as he moaned out in pleasure. He said, “You s-should get to know me better~” Instead, and leaned his frame to curl over his amica’s possessively. He had no untoward feelings surrounding Rodimus’ plans save for the regret that he had caused it, but in that moment as he hunched over him, he couldn’t help but feel feral in his jealousy. 

His hips pistoned away, the loud clank of their frames meeting filling the room. Rodimus shakily grabbed at Drift’s finial and drew him into an openmouthed kiss. It was searing, their overheated frames exchanging steam as their glossas mingled. Drift wormed a hand between their bodies, taking hold of Rodimus’ spike and beginning to stroke. He greedily swallowed the mewling groan Rodimus let out into his intake. He swiped his thumb against the tip and massaged the protoform with his digits, cruelly teasing the oversensitive mesh. Drift couldn’t help it. He felt buzzed on the noises Rodimus was making alone. Every whimper and keen set Drift’s plating ablaze. Long pushed down urges bubbled to the surface, urges to tease, bully, ruin. Drift’s engine rumbled low with want. 

Rodimus pulled back with a gasp, a string of drool connecting their dermas for a moment. “P-primus, you’re- ah- e-eager- huhh?”

Drift leaned in, nipping as gently as he could manage at Rodimus’ neck cabling. “Says the one who’s spike popped out in my face the second the magnetizer was off.” He purred, mouthing up his cheek kibble to run his glossa along Rodimus’ audial. Rodimus shied away from the touch with an annoyed hiss. Drift snickered. He always hated when Drift did that. He snapped his hips forwards, his tip jabbing hard against Rodimus’ ceiling node. 

Rodimus groaned out, his helm tipping back and exposing his throat. Drift swallowed the drool accumulating in his intake and grabbed hold of Rodimus’ legs, bending them forwards towards his chassis. “A-ah- nnh- Drift-” Rodimus complained. 

Drift adjusted his calves over his shoulders and pressed in. The noise Rodimus made sent arcs of charge down Drift’s spinal strut. The look on his face was immaculate, brows knit together in mild discomfort only outweighed by the desire and need in his field washing over Drift in waves. His mouth lolled open, unable to close as he moaned out in enjoyment. A bead of oral solvent ran down his jaw just so.

Oh Drift was going to be a monster about this.

His amica’s legs hiked up and his valve cycling and warm with need, Drift began to thrust again in earnest. He felt greedy, mouthing along Rodimus’ exposed neck and groping at his slender waist as he got his fill. He fragged like it was the last time he’d be able to, fans blasting and engine growling. 

Primus, why didn’t he do this sooner? He brought one hand down between them, skipping past Rodimus’ spike and thumbing at his round, blinking little node. Rodimus howled, digits digging into the table, thighs squeezing even tighter around Drift’s waist. 

He needed this warmth, this tightness. Drift’s optics blazed with uncharacteristic possessiveness. He dragged Rodimus down into each thrust, their hips meeting with a clank and an ever loudening smack as their soft arrays made contact. He leaned over him, itching to tell him how soft and wet he was, how good he looked splayed out for him, how much he knew Rodimus was a desperate little spikeslut. 

“F-frag, Roddy, Y-you’re so amazing-” He babbled out instead. Rodimus arched his back and whined as if he’d been burned. His valve cycled down tight against Drift’s spike, eliciting a breathless groan. He could feel his edge fast approaching. He dimly wondered how long he’d be able to keep Rodimus for. Long enough for a second or third round he hoped. 

“O-Oh s-slag- Drift I’m-” Rodimus whimpered out. Drift’s finial twitched, surveying the perfect spot on Rodimus’ neck to sink his dentas into. 

He was beginning to lean down to make his move when he heard the distant beep of an override key being used. 

The light of the hallway spilled across the scene. Or- at least the light of the hallway that could eke past the imposing form of Ultra Magnus did. 

Drift froze. Rodimus, craning his neck to look, also froze. Ultra Magnus sighed disappointedly. 

*

“... Well on the bright side-” Drift said, hoping to break the silence as they walked stiltedly along the hull of the ship, boltgun in hand. 

“What the frag is the bright side here, Drift, go on, slaggin enlighten me.” Rodimus bit back. Stupid magnus, stupid universal override key… STUPID DRIFT! Rodimus apologized to the internal hypothetical Drift in his brain, then verbally, to the actual Drift that he’d taken a tone with. “Sorry.” 

Drift chuckled, kneeling down next to Rodimus and bolting the patch of plating into place. “The bright side is, now you don’t stick out so much.” He joked, leaning back and motioning at the matching yellow magnetizer now attached to his modesty panels. 

Rodimus rolled his optics and went back to bolting. 

He’d have to ask Drift when it was all over how he made emergency warning yellow look cute.

#transformers #my art #valveplug #my fic #driftrod #survey says #drift #rodimus #mtmte #/nsfw #maccadam

[valvesandthings]

can you do a request for mtmte roddy × a female reader nsfw oneshot, with the reader being on top?? ? rodimus would be so pussy whipped im just sayin.. tysm! <3

So sorry for the long wait on this!

You sank down slowly onto Rodimus’ spike, moaning as he hilted inside of you. His servos were latched onto your hips, guiding you as you began to rock. It amazed him how well you took him, even though he was at least three times as big as what your body was made for. And —by Primus— you were so soft and warm and tight, your pussy rippling around his spike, and it was all he could do to hold on. He reached up and pet your head adoringly. 

“Holy shit, you feel amazing,” Rodimus husked. “Gods, I could let you ride my spike for the rest of, well, eternity. You can’t possibly be human, not feeling like this, it’s too good!  You’re too good to be real. Am I dreaming?”

You turned your head and kissed his palm. “You’re not dreaming, baby,” you said, voice sweet and sultry. “Can’t you feel how real I am?” You rearranged your legs and began bouncing on his spike, your ass slapping loudly against his pelvis. You cried out, your back arching but your pace unrelenting. 

Rodimus thrust up into you, muttering your praise and moaning loudly. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, yes, you’re so perfect, so holy. I won’t let anyone else have you, ever. You’re mine. You and this perfect pussy are mine!”

You slowed down and leaned forward. “Oh yeah? Prove it, big boy.”

Rodimus smirked and rolled over, pinning you beneath him. “Hold on, baby girl,” he warned.

#valveplug #rodimus x reader

[valve3nthusiast]

(Answering @camp-mithril-lake , my asks are biffed atm)

Roddy absolutely got that pregnancy glow, highkey one of my favorite things to think about with this au is how happy he is. Happy people are very attractive, and after it's gotten out to the crew and everyone actually believes that Rodimus is going to somehow make a newbuild...

Well. after a ridiculously long and population-devastating war, it's going to make a lot of mechs Feel A Certain Way

Extremely funny part of vector au that I haven't mentioned yet: At some point, probably around the third or fourth time Roddy starts fabricating another sparkchamber, Ratchet someone's got to ask, "So... when are you going to stop getting pregnant?"

And Roddy, rubbing his new baby bump with a goofy little smile, is gonna go, "Oh! When my protocols think there's enough newbuilds around. No clue what that will happen. It might take a while"

And Ratchet the person who asked is going to look at the newbuilds, currently running wild in Swerve's (he made a "newbuild's night"). One of them is on top of Whirl's shoulders, screaming excited nonsense as he shoots things. One of them is making a """baking soda volcano""" with Brainstorm. One of them is going back and forth between Drift and Cyclonus, begging them to teach him sword fighting

That bot's gonna give the most defeated groan you can imagine, before throwing back the engex he's definitely not supposed to have at kids night. Being Ratchet is suffering

(I think I remember the art you're talking about, lmao. Multishipper that I am, I sometimes headcanon the Lost Light as an extremely expansive, extended polycule. Loveboat ftw)

#valveplug #mine #mechpreg #rodimus #vector au #3nthusiasts inbox

[earthstellar]

My first thought when you said speedster medic on the dratchrod kid post was “Oh Knock Out” which is an incredibly cursed concept lmao

LMAO that would be amazing, oh god

(this is the post being referenced, for anyone who missed it!)

like, imagine Knock Out being the dratchrod kid

Ratchet is just looking at this little sparkling obsessed with his reflection in a medical tool tray (which drift is holding up for him) like "why is he like this, where is this vanity coming from?"

and it hard cuts over to Rodimus preening himself after a fresh coat of wax, like "does my spoiler look good or what? hey drift, think I'm ready for bridge duty?"

Ratchet and Drift just look at each other. lmao

bonus: Ratchet has Velocity babysit the sparkling in his office in the med bay when an emergency lockdown is called and Ratchet is summoned to the shuttle bay to assist with some away mission injuries (she's the only one who can take him, First Aid is acting CMO so can't do it and Drift/Rodimus were both on the bridge and already involved in whatever's going on)

it all ends up being fine, but when he rushes back to the med bay as soon as he can to check on everything, a very tired Velocity just shoves Knock Out into his hands and says "you don't have to worry Ratchet, you have a little medic on your hands after all. or at least, definitely a plastic surgeon. maybe a derma-repair specialist."

Knock Out seems happy, he's holding a little stylus in one hand and a toy scalpel in the other, totally oblivious to all the panic that was happening a few minutes ago

then Ratchet looks up and sees that Velocity is absolutely covered in random paint lines from the stylus, mostly on her face and upper arms -- the paint is red and sticks out against her teal paint.

Ratchet realises that Knock Out probably observed Ratchet marking out a few incision lines on the armour of patients being prepared for surgical procedures, using the same type of paint stylus.

Velocity is good spirited about it, but less than thrilled, lmao. "personally I don't think I need all this work done, but I'm sure he'll be brilliant once he's certified."

when she leaves to go wash it all off and fix her top coat, Ratchet is just standing there holding a very happy Knock Out who looks like he's thinking about drawing on Ratchet as well (or at least, the parts of Ratchet he can reach)

but after some careful sparkling consideration, it seems Knock Out thinks his carrier is perfect-- no work needed. :')

#dratchrod #tf knock out #maccadam #maccadams #sparklings #idw transformers #mtmte #lost light #idw 1 #idw velocity #reply

[callsign-relic]

I was hoping to request some more first contact Rodimus 👉🏽👈🏽 Now that him and the resident human can communicate he's learning exactly what their boundaries are. Basically him just realizing how smothered they felt and falling into a much more comfortable and tentative friendship. Maybe she even explains how she doesn't like some of the things he did like not being given a choice w the laying on top of his chest plate thing?

Aahhh I’m happy to do some TCFC!Rodimus for you! After this request I did note in my rules that if you’d like a First Contact Rodimus separate from my Too Close For Comfort series you’re more than welcome to do that, it’s explained further in depth there! But seeing as you specified events from TCFC I’m assuming you’re asking for a continuation, which I’m happy to do for you :) and for those who aren’t familiar with my Too Close For Comfort series, you can find all of the parts either in my masterlist or under the tag “#too close for comfort fic”, which is listed below!

Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: SFW, GN!Human!Reader, First Contact AU

The bots did keep their promise— the Lost Light was now headed back towards Earth. But seeing as you were lightyears upon lightyears away from your home by now, you had a feeling you had a very, very long trip ahead of you.

While part of you dreaded that fact, you at least felt some relief in that now you had a voice. Gone were the days of getting dragged along against your will, with these Cybertronians none the wiser. They could understand you, and you could understand them, all you needed now was the glue to piece those two parts together: decent communication.

And that was something that, to your surprise, both you and Rodimus were keen on upholding.

There were your high days and low days, of course. Sometimes you didn’t wanna be anywhere Rodimus— your homesickness getting the better of you and pushing you away from everyone.

But there were other days where you somehow found you adored spending time with him.

Standing high in the air up on the captain’s shoulder, watching the world race by as he merely walked. Seeing the world at his level almost made you forget you were the odd one out here. You’d feel the constant presence of the captain beside you, the feeling of every little motion he made running waves through your comparably tiny form. A small huff of air blows past you, and you turn your head upward to see Rodimus gazing at you with a small, sweet smile— huffing a small chuckle through his nose.

“What?” You ask, playfully raising an eyebrow and crossing your arms.

“Oh, nothing,” he replies nearly instantly, shifting his head back forward, but keeping his attention focused on you through the corners of his optics.

“C’mon, Rodimus— I know you well enough to know when something’s on your mind.” You lean forwards just a bit to try and make better eye contact. “Well, I mean. It’s not like you’re very subtle to begin with.”

The orange mech laughs, “Hey!” and you find yourself laughing too. “I-I dunno’, I just…”

When Rodimus trails off, your grin fades. A dark, familiar feeling stirs within you. No, you couldn’t think that way anymore— Rodimus had changed. You and he had both agreed: you had started fresh now.

“I’m… glad to see you like this,” he finishes, and you release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

You tilt your head, “What do you mean?” You had a feeling that this conversation was going to be a hefty one, so you took the opportunity to get comfortable— taking a seat upon the mech’s shoulder and dangling your legs off the side.

Rodimus struggles to find his words, stammering for a moment as he turns to look at you fully. “Not sure, I mean… seeing you happy, I guess.” When you offer another raised eyebrow and a disbelieving smile, the captain chuckles. “You know what I mean! Actually happy! And not in the way that’s just me imagining it cause I couldn’t understand you and was too worried about how cute you were.”

“What?”

“Uh— ignore that last part!” He scrambles to say, and you have to hold your stomach from how hard you ended up laughing. “Look, all this is to say is— I’m… I’m glad we’re okay now.”

Once you cool down, you look up into the mech’s blue optics and offer him a little smile of your own. “I am too. I mean, back before everything, I didn’t really feel like my own person anymore. You were nice to me, of course, but there were a lot of times where I felt… dragged along. Without any real regard for myself.”

Rodimus’ expression falls, and he looks at you with furrowed brows. “What do you mean?”

You absentmindedly fiddle with your hands as you go on, “Well, uh… take for example, that night we were going to sleep and you laid me on your chest? You might have not thought much of it, but in reality, I felt… kind of terrified.”

The captain began to slow as you spoke, and though you felt it beneath you, you didn’t let that stop you from continuing— even when he eventually came to a stop. “Your… your hand was directly on top of me and I was scared of waking you up and you putting me, like— on your neck or something,” there’s a slight chuckle to your words, but the memory still stings. You didn’t even realize you had long broken eye contact with Rodimus by now.

“But… then I felt your heartbeat underneath me, and that’s really what scared me. The fact that I’m so… small, compared to you. So small that even a natural function like that shook me to my core.”

You only manage to look up when you notice Rodimus wasn’t speaking. The sorrow you thought would be spread all over his faceplate looked more like… confusion, than anything.

“I’m sorry, ‘heartbeat’?”

You’re taken aback— you don’t think you’d have to explain something like that to him. Was he being serious? “Uh, you know. Your heart? Beats in your chest? Keeps you alive?” You pound your fist rhythmically to your chest a couple of times for good measure.

The captain only blinks. “Do… is that what you call your spark?”

“My what?”

“Your spark,” he repeats, as if it was common knowledge. “Beats in its chamber, keeps you alive.” He also pounds a servo to his chassis— the clanging metal vibrating through you and stinging your teeth.

“Okay, okay, point taken,” you laugh, and it warms your heart a little to see a smile return to Rodimus’ face. “But, really, do you get what I mean?”

“Yeah, I do. Again, I’m sorry I made you go through that,” he says earnestly, and you give him a nod of thanks. Then, a yellow servo rises before you— the mech had offered it as a platform beneath you. You gaze up at him questioningly, but when the only answer he gives is a tilt of his head, the only thing you can think to do to oblige him.

Slowly, you slide down from his shoulder and land in a crouch on his palm— and as you come to your feet, the mech brings you around and over near his chest. “In that case, I wanna’ ask,” he begins as he does so, “when I bring you near my chest at all in general, do you feel… as uncomfortable?”

Your eyes flick down from his face and over to his bright yellow chestplate. The stark red Autobot brand stares back at you.

“…no,” you decide, finally tearing your eyes away from his chest and back up to Rodimus. “No, when I’m just level like this, it’s fine.”

“Okay,” he says, and slowly, he pulls you in closer. His servo bumps against his chassis, but you’re still free to roam around in his palm. “And this?”

“No,” you answer, and with more confidence this time. Though you can hear the constant rumble of his engine churning within him, you didn’t feel put off by it. “This is fine too.”

Then, your world begins to shift around you. Rodimus’ hand tilts forward, and you have no choice but to lean your hands against his chest as you’re gently held against it. “And… this?”

You don’t respond as quickly as you did before. You didn’t even need to tune in and listen— the feeling was right there, throbbing and pulsing beneath you with just as much strength as you remembered. His heart— spark, you correct yourself— there, living within him. You feel your breath start to pick up in pace, and you nearly push yourself as far back as you can—

But then, you look upwards, and see Rodimus gazing at you. Listening intently for your next words.

You take a deep breath. “I… not for now, no,” you lightly push yourself off from his chassis and the captain takes the hint, pulling you up and away and bringing you back to his face. “Maybe… maybe with a little more time, though.”

Though you give him a smile to assure him not to worry, Rodimus’ concerned pout never changes. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he says, “again, the last thing I want is for you to be uncomfortable here ever again.”

You actually laugh at that, though you aren’t sure why. Rodimus— the mech who put you through the most uncomfortable scenarios all the way up until now— didn’t want you to ever feel uncomfortable again. It was… sweet.

“I know I don’t have to,” you reply, stepping forwards on his servo and closer to his face. You dare to land a hand on the tip of his nose, and though the mech blinks in surprise, he doesn’t pull back. Rather, he lifts one of his own hands and very gently places a thumb on the top of your head, running it down the back of your head in smooth, slow motions.

“But, with how we are now… I’m willing to try.”

#relic writes #too close for comfort fic #Transformers #reader insert #Transformers x reader #rodimus x reader #rodimus Prime x reader #MTMTE #more than meets the eye #mtmte x reader #lost light x reader #lost light