#rodratch

[eluka-blog]

Don't know if anyone has made this meme but I made it though.

#transformers idw #mtmte #dratchet #rodimus prime #driftrod #rodratch #ratchet #drift #dratchrod

[avoidghost]

They makeout right after

#transformers #ratchrod #rodratch #rodimus prime #ratchet #mtmte #lost light #doodles #sketch #original art #silly doodle from the other day lmao

[lesbianratchet]

smooch

#art tag #transformers #rodratch #smiles

[notdeezy]

Ratchrod Art Trade with the amazing @avoidghost and @fmab💕💕

My two prompts for these were:

1. Rodimus easily getting flustered by Ratchet whenever he flirts

2. Rodimus and Ratchet going out in town to let Ratchet's true inner "Party Ambulance" out

This was a lot of fun! <3

#transformers #rodimus prime #ratchet #ratchrod #humanformers #maccadam #rodratch #rodimus #idw ratchet #idw rodimus #transformers idw #idw tf #mtmte #more than meets the eye #lost light #transformers humanized #rarepair #deezy's art #art trade

[that-creature-thing]

Got another preview to share! There's a uh, part 2 for the Dr. I Love You! zine lol

I will NOT be sharing the full thing on here because it's *cough* valveplug *cough* but it will be on my Twitter A_CreatureThing

#transformers #rodimus prime #mtmte rodimus #mtmte ratchet #idw rodimus #ratchet #ratchrod #rodratch #vaporexzines #dr i love you #valveplug

[sp1cyrobofucker]

i wrote a little something inspired by an ask i sent into @mychlapci blog a few days ago <3

first time writing something like this but the horny demon grabbed me and i ended up with 2.1k words of rodratch porn

#valveplug #icy writes

[fmab]

im here to further the rodratch agenda

#ratchrod #rodratch #LMAO IDK WHICH TAG IT IS.. #transformers #mtmte #maccadam

[decepti-thots]

Kinktober ficlet #9 - Drift/Rodimus/Ratchet, collaring

Rating: Explicit

Length: ~1800 words

Prompt: collaring

Other tags: d/s dynamics, playfighting, biting, and voyeurism.

Summary:

“Oh, don’t let me interrupt,” Ratchet said, mostly to cover up the fact that he wasn’t quite sure what he was supposed to do at this part. “You seem like you have him right where you want him, Drift. At last.”

“Hey, you try getting this little brat to do as he’s told,” Drift said, snickering when Rodimus let out a squawk of protest at the word brat. Without looking away from Ratchet, he reached down and patted Rodimus’ cheek condescendingly. Rodimus renewed his squirming.

“Absolutely not,” Ratchet said, “That’s what I have you for.”

Link on AO3!

#valveplug #dratchet #driftrod #rodratch #dratchetrod #drift #rodimus #ratchet #fic #my fic

[panicbones]

22 with rodratch for the prompts 👀💕

22.) kissing someone’s cuts/bruises/scratches

"Can you kiss it better?"

It comes out as a joke. Teasing. Slips out impetuously, which tends to happen worse than usual when Rodimus is woozy from energon loss, and proximity to Ratchet when he's like this is akin to putting kindling near a fire. Ratchet should've--would've usually brushed it off. Ratchet and Rodimus have this play by play memorized, they got it down to a science, there are rules, even if they haven't properly addressed them, and this is going off script into dangerous territory.

Ratchet stares at Rodimus for a long, heavy moment, long enough that Rodimus's winning smile wobbles uncertainly. He'd expected an eye roll. An indignant huff. A snarky come back just shy of flirting back, as a joke. Tit for tat. Instead, Ratchet stares at Rodimus severely, brow pinched in concern rather than his usually ornery frown, the edges of his lips tight and thin. Rodimus flounders, eyes owlishly round.

Wordlessly, Ratchet dips down and presses a kiss to the surface level scuff on Rodimus's cheek guard, firm and mutedly passioned. Ratchet pulls back to catch Rodimus's eye, and his gaze is a storm of worry. Rodimus swallows thickly. If Ratchet is diverting from the script, then he will too.

"Missed a spot,"

"Tell me where," Ratchet says, roughly, subdued. Rodimus raises a surprisingly steady finger to his lips and taps a nigh negligible cut there. Ratchet licks his lips and leans in to kiss that better too.

The kiss should be short, but it isn't. The second their mouths connect, Rodimus gasps, and Ratchet takes the chance to slip his tongue into Rodimus's waiting mouth. Rodimus clings to him, and Ratchet clings back, and they trade desperate kisses under a crumbling, makeshift shelter on the far edge of the battlefield.

Eventually, Ratchet pulls back far enough to press their foreheads together, steady hands cupping the back of Rodimus's head and rubbing soothing circles into the dented plating.

"Never do something that stupid again," Ratchet says. He knows it's a foolish demand. Risking his life to save others is just what Rodimus does, and Ratchet both loves and hates Rodimus for his selflessness.

"I won't," Rodimus lies, and Ratchet loves him terribly for the effort, flimsy as it is. Rodimus noses Ratchet's cheek, his clever, too sharp smile finding its place back on his lips. "So long as you promise to be there to kiss it better,"

#ratchrod #ratchet/rodimus #rodratch #my writing #tf #i am. in a mood today it seems #everything is becoming so damn angsty!!!!!!!! #warning theres some... involved kissing #nothing too spicy but still #okay bye i have to go do comms

[zenniet]

Could I request mtmte ratchet in heat and roddy taking good care of him? Maybe with some after care👀👀👀

Ratchet hadn’t expected the speedster to be so... competent at this. He half thought that Rodimus would just take his heat as an excuse to pull him away from work so he could fuck him, he didn’t think that Rodimus would actually care for him so dutifully.

The speedster had started off using his servos and glossa, knowing that it would take Ratchet more overloads than Rodimus himself could stand in order to tire out his heat. After a couple rounds with that, he swapped over to some toys, and only when Ratchet was thoroughly worn and needy did he actually use his spike on him.

It took only a handful of thrusts to get Ratchet to climax once Rodimus was in him, but the medic didn’t let up, his servos gripping at Rodimus and holding his frame down onto his own overheating one. 

“Don’t worry, Ratch, I’ve got you,” Rodimus murmured into Ratchet’s audio receptor, “I’m gonna take care of you, alright?”

All Ratchet could offer up was a weak little sound, his hips rolling and trying to pick up the pace. Rodimus obliged, fragging him hard and rough into the berth until his own overload was washing over him. Rodimus hit his overload twice more before he just couldn’t go anymore. Luckily for him, Ratchet was sated by then.

“You’re a mess,” Rodimus chuckled, looking over Ratchet’s lubricant and transfluid dirtied frame. “You wanna come to the washracks and get cleaned up?”

Rodimus stood first, allowing Ratchet to pull himself off the berth and lean into Rodimus, trying to combat his unsteady legs. Once they made it to the washracks, Rodimus had Ratchet sit down while he detached the showerhead and kneeled next to him, dutifully cleaning his frame down with a cloth and some kind of cleanser that hat a sweet scent to it. 

The water, warm but still cool enough to help cool his frame, felt luxurious, as did the light massages Rodimus gave him as he worked the cleaner and cloth into what gaps he could. Ratchet had half a mind to tell Rodimus that those spots couldn’t have possibly gotten dirty, but the second he opened his mouth Rodimus had shot back with “Just let me take care of you, Ratch,” and that soft smile that only Ratchet ever got to see.

Once Rodimus deemed that they were both clean enough, He helped Ratchet back to the berth and stood next to him.

“Recharge, your heat’ll probably be back soon, and I want to make sure you’ve got the energy for it. I’ll go get us some energon in the mean time, it’ll be here for you when you wake up, alright?” Rodimus said, one knee on the berth as he made sure Ratchet would actually stay in bed and not get up to try to follow him or catch up on work.

“Leave the energon, recharge with me.” Ratchet patted the space next to him. Rodimus looked at the berth, then at him, knowing that if he refused Ratchet would just get up and not get any rest. With a soft chuckle and a smile, he laid down with him.

#valveplug #heat #mtmte #ratchet #rodimus #ratchrod #rodratch #morphameigus-almighty

[crystalconjunx]

Can we get some steamy rod/ratch in these trying times?

Rodratch (with some Roddratchet mixed in for pleasure)

Ratchet never thought he'd miss the splash of bright yellow on Rodimus's back, but the grey mottled metal of the speedster's damaged spoiler gave his spark a sickening twist. 

"Rodimus, can you please start thinking before you go and get all your kibble ripped off?" Ratchet complained as he carefully prodded the healing wounds for any cracks or warps in the metal. "Does this hurt?" he asked as he pressed a little more firmly on the edge of the joints.

"No," the orange speedster grunted sleepily into the pillow. He'd been recovering for the last two days. "Feels good, actually. Do it some more?"

Ratchet rolled his optics at the speedster's nonchalance, but he did feel bad for his sparkmate. He got hurt protecting Brainstorm from an angry alien, throwing himself in the middle of danger for his crew.

Once he thought the idiotic mech simply didn't understand how much danger he was in. He injured himself on a near constant basis, seemingly putting himself in harm's way whenever he got the chance. 

Now Ratchet knew the Prime (and Drift, too) had a martyr complex a mile and a half wide. 

He definitely had a type. 

He gave one of the spoiler tips a rough pinch in revenge.

"Aye! E-easy, Ratch, they're still pretty sensitive." 

"Sorry, just a test to make sure the protoform's healing okay." He answered, only half a lie. "On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad was it?"

"I mean, it wasn't really painful, they're justsensitive."

Ratchet categorized his curiosity as purely medical. Of course he wanted to know what kind of sensitivity Rodimus was feeling to make sure there wasn't any lasting nerve damage. But he also wanted to take care of Rodimus, after all, so what harm would a light massage do?

"How about here? Sensitive?" Ratchet asked as he let his thumbs rub slowly down the side of the spoiler joints.

"Yess…" Rodimus moaned as he relaxed. "Very."

"And here?" Ratchet asked again, letting his servos gently grip the undersides of the spoilers and knead into the metal. 

"Ratch." Rodimus sighed, turning his head to cock a suspicious optic up at his mate. "Are you doctoring or are you just trying to get me worked up?"

Ratchet snorted at the accusation. Elevated sparkrate, slightly raised temperature, varying ventilations… Rodimus was already worked up. It never took much to get the speedster excited. 

Instead of answering, the medic climbed onto the berth and straddled Rodimus's back. The speedster grunted a complaint, but Ratchet quieted him with a squeeze of his thighs around the Prime's own. "Hush. You wanted me to keep going a minute ago. Just… tell me if anything hurts, alright?." He added gently before he started massaging the Prime's spoiler.

Rodimus bristled at the first, but it was clear the sensation was more than just pleasant— Rodimus was always weak to teasing, but after just a few minutes of tweaking and massaging the Prime was practically panting, mouth open as he gripped the pillow under his helm. 

Ratchet leaned forward and dragged his glossa across the metal wing, tightening his legs to keep the mech pinned as he tried to buck. 

"Ratchet, please, frag me! Frag me, frag me, Ratty, please!" He keened. 

Ratchet let his frame splay across the Prime's back, chest-to-spoiler as he let his chin rest on Rodimus's shoulder so he could reach his audials. 

"All worked up from just a little kibble play, Captain?" He teased, letting his hips grind slowly against Rodimus's aft. "Come on, I've always wanted to make you overload just from your spoilers. I know you can do it, Captain. You love being good for me, don't you?"

Rodimus desperately moved back against him, nodding and gasping as Ratchet took a much firmer hold of his spoilers and squeezed.

"Ratty!" He cried, bucking his hips again. Ratchet didn't need to hear the mech's modesty panel snap open to know he was close, but it thrilled him nonetheless. 

"Come on, Captain," he urged, using the title that he knew drove the Prime wild as he let his servos run circles around transformation seams of the spoiler wings, "I can feel how close you are. I'll frag you as soon as you overload, won't even let you turn around. I'm going to keep my hands on your spoiler all night."

He leaned down and sharply bit the tip of the wing– not hard enough to leave dents, but enough to sting. It went against all his medical coding, but the keening wail that ripped from Rodimus's vocalizer as he overloaded and his transfluid splashed onto the berth was plenty reward.

"So good for me, Captain," he cooed, letting his servos reach down for the soaked valve. "Don't worry, I'm going to take good care of you."

"And so am I," Drift stated, sidling onto the berth beside them and pulling Rodimus into a rough kiss. "Primus, I love when you two get started without me." He said breathlessly as he pulled away.

"It's Ratchet's fault this time. He jumped me, Drift! And I'm injured!" 

"Guess I'll have to make it up to you, sweetspark," Ratchet teased as he immediately slipped two servos into the Prime's valve. 

"Good idea, Ratty. I think the captain deserves a little pampering. Don't you, Roddy?" Drift asked with a smile.

Rodimus only answered with a pleasured keen and overbright optics as Ratchet hooked his servos up with pinpoint accuracy. 

#Roddratchet #rodratch #ratchrod #valveplug #kibble play #hurt/comfort

[raysofsinshine]

th-thems...

#pharma #ratchet #rodimus #rodimus prime #adaptus #rodima #ratchma #rodratch #rodiratchma

[notdeezy]

Ratchrod is a good ship cowards

#transformers #maccadam #humanformers #transformers human au #ratchrod #rodratch #rodimus #rodimus prime #ratchet #idw ratchet #transformers idw #idw tf #mtmte #more than meets the eye #transformers humanized #human rodimus #human ratchet #rarepair #deezy's art #doodles

[that-creature-thing]

I have an AO3!

I am new to writing fanfic but I've dipped my toes in and I've got at least 1 Jazz/Prowl fic going that will have 4-5 chapters and a RodRatch 1 shot! Very self-indulgent 18+ fics lol

Anything I write will most likely be explicit so if that's not your thing, well don't read XD

#ao3 #ao3 works #ao3 fanfic

[bottomcyclonus]

Ratchet for the ask meme (any ratchet of your choosing)

Hmm hrmm... We'll stick with mtmte ratty >:]

First Impression: kinda mean grumpy grandpa

Impression Now: kinda mean grumpy grandpa with a spark of gold who really just needs to retire

Favorite Moment: when Drift is being exiled and Drift fell and Ratchet helped him up 🥺

Idea for a story: PRE-MTMTE RATCHET AND PHARMA RELATIONSHIP EXPLORATION

Unpopular Opinion: he's old as shit, but he isn't the oldest bitch around, a lot of people forget that (cyclonus and tailgate are Right There 😔)

Favorite Relationship: Dratchet... Dratchrod... RODRATCH WAAAHHH (pre-mtmte ratchma is a guilty pleasure)

Favorite Headcanon: he can be a smooth talker when he wants to do be, good doctors gotta have good bedside manner!!

#ty for the ask!!! i love the him #anon #askies #ratchet

[rawmeknockout]

that one rodratch nsfw drawing of ratchet saying “come for mommy” boy i-

#its a targeted picture and its targeted at ME