#Rodimus has a plush problem

[lovinglonerhybrid]

Rodimus has a plushy addiction. Drift may or may not be an enabler.

[love-and-war-on-cybertron]

Teach a bot to kiss: Rodimus

I rewrote this a couple times and I might just do so again. buuuuut for now.~

Rodimus taps against his desk, venting out a rush of hot air. His focus is far from the stack of data pads and he is trying to keep it even further away from the human sitting on said stack. Your focus is on your own human size data pad, trying to help him out. Optics lingering on your mouth, your lips. The shape, the color, the way they purse when you're thinking too hard. He wonders if they are as soft as your hair. Or more plush like your body when he carries you. Your lips move as you silently read to yourself, a flicker of your tongue behind teeth makes Rodimus give up any attempt to focus on work.

A few nights ago, Swerve hosted a human movie night. You had called it a rom com. Swerve and you loved it. Most were perplexed, but the snacks and drinks were worth a stay. Then there was the scene where two characters embraced each other and started smashing their intakes together. Being the only human aboard, and thus defacto human expert, the bots asked you questions about the strange act. The closest any of them came to understanding your flustered explanation was a data transfer without cables… and data. Just sensitive nerves of the lips.

Rodimus spent every night since tracing the lines of his derma, wondering what it would feel like to kiss. More specifically, what kissing YOU would feel like. Curiosity leading to more research of rom coms. More research leading to more curiosity. Curiosity leading to want. There was one teeny tiny problem. Actually there were multiple problems, including the fact he was the captain of the ship. No doubt in his mind that Ultra Magnus could pull at least ten codes on what that was not permitted from his memory. The biggest problem, is the smallest.

You. You are small.

Most organic species are diminutive compared to Cybertronians, humans especially so. Rodimus thinks it's adorable, who knew there was something smaller than a minibot? You are tiny and soft and fragile. One wrong swipe of his hand had already sent you to the med bay. If he picks you up and squeezes too hard, if a bot isn't paying attention to where they are stepping, if you fall off their shoulders. Just being around his kind is risky. When has Rodimus ever shied away from risk?

It wasn't like you two hadn't been dancing around some sort of mutual attraction. Snarky innuendos, compliments, any excuse to spend time together. There was something there. Rodimus may not be able to do a data transfer with you, but he had a mouth, and you had a mouth. could he kiss you? Would his size be an issue? what if he didn't like it? What if you didn't like it?

"Can you show me how to kiss?"

Looking up from the datapad, you give Rodimus a questioning look. Clearly doubting you heard correctly, "What?"

He carefully takes the datapad between his thumb and index, placing it to the side, his optics focused on you, "Show me how to kiss, like in the movie."

"Oh… Oh um…. wow." You take a moment and run your hand over your hair, "You want to… learn how to kiss?" He could practically hear you panicking internally. See your temp rise the same way it did when he would teas you.

"Yeah. Cultural exchange." Rodimus chuckles, tapping his digits against his face plate. The way he says that has you narrowing your eyes and catching onto his game.

"Cultural exchange?"

"Cultural exchange."

"Alright… pucker up."

After explaining why you said that, a little bit of snark, and a little bit of thinly veiled flirting; Rodimus had you in his hands, lifted up to reach him better. Your eyes flickering over his helm, his finials, the lines of his hands. Anywhere but his optics.

"Nervous?" he asks.

You pause, a hand on his chassis to steady yourself. Eyes finally meeting his gaze, "Yeah…"

His spark flutters at the soft tone you take. "Yeah… me too." Rodimus watches as you find a comfortable position, glancing up at him. He doesn't want to say too much and make you change your mind. "I'm gonna… just… you stay still, okay?"

Rodimus nods and keeps himself still as possible, feeling the rapid beat of your heart through your hands on either side of his face plates. Carefully lifting yourself close, his other hand comes to steady you. It reminds him how fragile you are. A kiss to his chin doesn't give much sensation, but Rodimus' spark still jumps and chases his thoughts away from those thoughts. A kiss to his helm and he dims his optics with a hum. Intakes hitch when your lips find the corner of his mouth, making him turn his head. Brushing against your mouth before he jerks back.

"Sorry." He mumbles, shifting slightly. Patience was a virtue he struggled with. One kiss in and Rodimus wants more, to kiss you back, like they did in the movie. You just offer him another smile and kiss again. The metal here has some give to it, smooth, warmer than the rest of him. Which was a lot to say for a bot that already ran hotter than most. From the corner, to the center; small pecks trace the seam of his mouth.

Rodimus dares to give in and kiss you back, his movements restricted and stiff. Hand flexes slightly against your body. He doesn't like being passive, and shifts, hand still cupped against you to avoid another trip to medical. Every peck from you is followed but a gentle nudge back from him, the puckering eludes him. Doesn't stop the bot from pressing against your cheek, trying to mimic what you did earlier. It takes a couple tries to properly judge how much pressure he needs. It's more nuzzling that your typical kiss. A good first try for a cybertronian. Soft. So soft. All of you, but your lips especially so. Rodimus gets bold, trailing kisses. With enough nuzzling to find the right spot, your neck. His engine revs in response to your gasp. That was a good sign, he was doing something right. Another and your muttering something, pushing him away.

"That's for another day Roddy." You press your forehead to his chin and ignore his pout.

Rodimus presses a kiss to your cheek again and you can feel him purse his lips, getting a little better, "So I'm the greatest kisser you ever had, right?" "Oh my god…"

[rawmeknockout]

hi snurt, can i request a short scenario or headcanons with mtmte/ll bots? of a human friend who's having a rough time at a shitty job and is in need of some comfort and tlc? can be sfw or not, i'm just going through a bad period and it would help a bit. thanks, man.

Rung

A master of comfort. He’s mainly adept at comforting mechs, but he has tricks that can work for humans too! He loves to spoon you in your dark bedroom while some dumb movie plays, but he will take cues from what you personally like. Sometimes you don’t want to be touched at all! In that case, Rung will do more acts of service than gestures of love.

In the bag you take to work he stashed a love letter for you to find. Just to help you have a bit better day and a more positive start to your shift.

Rodimus

He would find a way to have some fun, even if you’re too tired to go running around. You can listen to him complain about Megatron and Magnus ganging up on him! He wants to take you out on the town, driving fast and causing trouble.

But in the quiet of your time together, he will listen to you tell him what’s really wrong. He’s like a big brother and offers to beat up your boss.

Cyclonus

Will scoop you up to sit on his lap while he meditates, which devolves into him braiding your hair. He’s watched a lot of Earth videos on intricate hair braiding, and could spend hours running his claws through your strands.

You attempt to talk his audial off about your problems, but instead you end up falling asleep with Cyclonus still playing with your hair. You wake up on his chest, the slow, even hum of his systems enough to tell you he’s in recharge.

Megatron

Will definitely understand the perils of a shitty job with shitty coworkers and no benefits. He feels his sanity slipping away when around Rodimus, but you provide instant comfort. He tries to do the same for you, but he has a hard time relating to organic comforts. Still does his best to surprise you with your favorite treats or a new blanket or something that you can come home to and feel instantly relaxed. Overall, bad at talking stress out.

He tries. Eventually he will direct you to Rung, but he’s always there to be your moral support and comrade on the “shitty job” battlefield.

Ambulon

You two usually just nap together. You can make as many well-advanced plans as you want, inevitably you two will just crash together. He’s tired, you’re tired: the perfect combo for a good nap. That being said, your berth would be very plush. It would have all the creature comforts you’re used to and more. Ambulon spares no expense when it comes to comfort; he’s looked up how important sleep is to human health and he’s adamant you stay as rested as possible.

His favorite pastime is just curling up in berth and having you wrapped in his arms safe against his chest.

[imababblekat]

Socks For Pennies

(A/N: This is just a cute lil fic I made on the side after being inspired by this wonderful post. Also going to tag @petitelepus because we talked about dragonformers very very briefly at one point.)

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You looked up from your phone the moment an audible groan reached your ears.

"Something wrong?", you questioned the handsome man who buckled his belt while looking around the floor for something.

Minimus let out another grumble, checking his watch and getting noticeably more agitated.

"I'm missing another sock."

You stifled a small laugh upon looking down to his feet to only see one sock on. If you hadn't, you knew it would only upset your tidy husband further. The chair you sat in creaked as you pushed it back to get up from the dinning table. Grabbing two mugs of jo, one still nice and full, you walked over to Minimus to join him at the kitchen’s entrance.

"We finished putting laundry away last night. Did we miss one in the dryer?"

Minimus shook his head after receiving a morning peck on the cheek from you, and appreciatively took the coffee from hand that you'd made not too long ago.

"No, the dryer was the first place I checked."

"Maybe I mixed it up with my stuff."

"Checked, and no you did not. Also, you should sort out your drawers. It would be easier for you to know what you have left, and not rush to wash clothes at the last minute."

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and instead replied by making a jab at his own clothing mishap, "Says the man who only ever has right socks."

Minimus grunted and you giggled lightly, patting his arm and following him out into the hall.

"I never had this problem till we moved into this house.", he stated matter of factly, adjusting his tie and grabbing his brief case for work.

"Perhaps it's haunted."

Minimus shot you an incredulous look, to which you merely held up your hands, wiggling your fingers and made small ghost moans. As adorable as it was, the mustached man wasn't exactly in the mood to fully fawn over your actions. Instead, he turned his gaze back to his watch, and nearly jumped right out of his pressed suit. With a curse he pulled out the closest looking sock he'd stashed in his pocket to the one he was already wearing. From the way he paused though, and the troubled look of his expression, you knew he was still bothered by even the tiniest difference between them.

"I'm sure Megatron isn't going to care if you where mix match socks, and honestly they're pretty dang similar so I don't think Rodimus will even notice.", you reassured, leaning against the hallway walls.

Minimus still looked bothered by it, but looking back at the time on his watch, it was either wear these not originally paired socks, or be late, and heaven knows that at least one of his bosses would never let him live down the later. With a huff and mumbled curses he staggered to put on the other sock, and then quickly slipped into his spotless, black shoes. Seeing Minimus make his way towards you, you left your spot against the wall and helped close the distance.

"I will be stopping by the store after work. Text me a list of anything else we need, and don't bother waiting on me for dinner. Chances are I'm going to be getting out late today, since the meeting's going to involve topics Rodimus finds particularly dull."

You nodded, blushing lightly when Minimus went through his goodbye ritual of sorts; delicately kissing the top of your hand, your forehead, and then your lips. Your eyes followed him as he then turned to leave, uniform impeccable to you, but still being slightly adjusted by his hands as he rushed out the door. You stayed where you were left, listening to Minimus truck come to life, and staying even still once is started to leave before it was completely gone. Stepping forwards and locking the door with a click, you sighed and looked over your shoulder to the living room. With a knowing frown on your face, you marched into the neatly decorated area, and straight for the plush sofa, but not before grabbing a few pennies from the lose change jar.

"Hey.", you called out standing before the couch and looking down at the ruffles of the bottom that just barely hovered over the hard wood floors.

The only reply you got was the ticking of the grandfather clock on the other side of the room. Raising a brow, you kneeled down and placed a single, brown coin on the floor. Nothing happened for a few seconds, but before long there was the sound of scuffling before two tiny clawed hands reached out and snagged the coin, before disappearing just as quickly back under the couch.

You couldn't help the tiny quirk of your lips in the corner, and sat down fully before leaning down slightly and lifting the bottom ruffles of the couch. You were quickly met with the startled expression of a tiny little creature, not a mouse or rat, but a very small dragon. His scales were various shades of blue, with the exception of his soft underbelly being a darkened grey. The claws of his hands, though small, were clearly dangerously sharp and could most likely leave a nasty cut or two. The most notable thing about the small creature was his single, glowing golden eye. The other was completely scared shut, a battle wound you could only guess his received from some other sort of animal. Still, even with his single eye, razor sharp teeth, and dangerous talons, he was irresistibly adorable, especially with the way he clutched the penny you had laid down to his chest like it was his life line.

"Whirl.", you called the dragons name, causing him to perk up and relax around you.

"You can't keep taking my husbands socks, ya know?"

At your words, Whirl's back hunched up and he glared at you. One would think it was a display of aggression, but you've come to know the tiny fire breathing creature that came with your new home, and it was in fact not aggression, but pouting. Sighing and moving into a more comfortable position to view him, you explained your reasoning.

"Minimus is smart, he'll figure out that something's going on and will probably call pest control."

The word pest apparently didn't sit well with Whirl, because he only grumbled with a hiss. Biting your lip you looked to the side, trying to think of a way to get this issue of the small dragons obsession with your lovers belongings situated. While part of it was to deal with the fact of natural dragon behavior, Whirl also took Minimus socks out of the habit of being a little shit. He didn't seem to have any filter or boundaries, or if he knew of them, he completely ignored them. The mythical being loved to cause trouble, especially in the most minuscule ways that would still really irritate someone. You'd once caught him in the middle of a heist involving your underwear, and when you shouted at him to leave it, he stared at you dead in the face with his single eye before wrapping your undergarment around him like a dog does with a soft blanket. He did other things too, such as knock over glasses while once again staring directly at you, but while you got used to his chaotic tendencies, you knew your husband would not put up with such behavior. It didn't exactly making things any easier that the Duly Appointed Enforcer had not a clue of the small being living with in the walls of your shared home. If you were going to fix this, you were going to need to do it in a way that appealed to the tiny ball of chaos under your couch.

"Alright, how about this-", you sat up with an idea, reaching into your pocket for your bundle of pennies.

Whirl's interest was quickly peaked at the sounds of jingling coins, and he scrambled to crawl out from under the couch, stopping dead in front of your knees and fluttering his cute little wings. Watching your hand intently, he felt his heart nearly stop when it opened to reveal a bunch of his desired treasure in the center of your palm.

"If you give me my husbands socks back, I'll give you all five of these pennies.", you offered with a smile.

The blue dragon slouched, eye squinting and obviously not so sure about the offer. He probably had at least ten left socks in his little hiding hole, and as much as he loved, craved the coins in your hand, that didn't seem like a fair enough deal. Small pug like grunts resounded from him as he glared up at you in a way to say no deal. You hummed thinking of a way to better bargain. Perhaps starting out small would be better, and if you could get at least one sock back from a dragon, then that's something worth noting.

"Okay, okay! How about this- all five pennies, for one sock!"

As much as the deal sounded like honey to his ears, Whirl eyed you suspiciously.

"Look, I'll even give you two now, so that way when you bring me back a sock, I'll give you the rest!"

The sharp, golden eyes looked to you, the two coins between your fingers, and back at you before quickly snatching the copper objects and disappearing back under the large furniture. You sat there, patiently waiting and listening to the sounds of little padding feet and scratches in the walls. A few minutes later, a small dragon butt poked out from under the couch ruffles, shaking and moving back to reveal more of the blue, scaled body of it's owner and the large sock it struggled to drag out. You smiled seeing the adorable lil monster waddle up to you with the sock before promptly dropping it at your knees and reach out while making tiny grabby motions with his grubby lil hands. Just as you promised, you handed the dragon the rest of the offered pennies, and once the cool coins were in his grasp, you swore you saw little stars and hearts in his eye. Whirl wasted no time in rushing back under the couch with his newly acquired treasure, all the while struggling to keep hold of it all at once. You watched one fall as he disappeared under the couch ruffles, a little blue arm reaching out to quickly snatch up the dropped penny before hastily vanishing once more.

Picking up the grey sock that belonged to Minimus, you looked it over to see surprisingly not a single tare, and called out to the tiny dragon that lived in your home.

"Thank you!"

~xXx~

[cyperthenotebringer]

The NoteBringer pt 3

Rung slumped in his office, face thumping against his desk as he sighed in frustration. After five human weeks, FIVE, Rung was no closer to finding out who left the notes then before. Nightbeat has suggested that they start with a list of all crew members. From there they systematically crossed out individuals- going under the assumption that the notes were left by an individual rather than a group. The easiest to cross out consisted of Ultra Magnus, Rodimus, Sunstreaker, Whirl, and Cyclonus. They were each too direct and/or too self-centered to try. Megatron was next to be eliminated as his style of note leaving was exceptionally different from the simple images. Afterwards, those who had their work cut out for them- ie. Ratchet, First Aid, Perceptor, and Brainstorm- were also crossed out. Nightbeat, and Rung had been running themselves ragged by tailing individuals, subtially questioning some, and flat out asking others. They had reached the end of their ropes, and reviewed the video footage of Rungs office- why they hadn’t thought of that before who knows. This was the dilemma Rung currently struggled with. There was no one there when the notes showed up. They just appeared at random. Nothing was there, and then a note just fizzled into reality. Nightbeat had shown Brainstorm, who became increasingly excited about the idea before Perceptor decided that the captains needed to be informed of the anomaly. Which brought Rung to this moment, sitting slumped over in his fixed office with his face planted on his desk. They were going to meet in an hour to discuss the anomaly. Rung was worried to say the least. Magnus, and Megatron would demand answers, Rodimus wouldn’t be bothered by it, and Drift would try to maintain peace between both sides. Thoughts swirled around Rung’s helm as scenario after scenario plagued his waking mind. Would they forbid him from his odd correspondence? Would they force the notes to stop? Would he spiral back down into the well of depression that he had been steadily falling towards since the war began? What if his friend thought that Rung’s search was purely out of a desire to get him to stop, and the entity got hurt? What if it had the same feelings, and problems Rung had? Would it to spiral into self-loathing? Would the others feel happy about its disappearance? But what if they couldn’t get the notes to stop? What if something bad happened, and the note bringer was really a malevolent being hell bent on destroying everything? What if his own thoughts caused the being to become violently self destructive- and thinking like this waslikeaserpentendlesslyconsumingit’sowntailinthehopesoffindingmeaninginthewidopenemptinessoftheuniverse. What if none of it mattered… What if nothing mattered… Of course nothing matters. There was no point to this existence except to live, and be forgotten in the annals of history. Only Rung wasn’t forgotten in history. He was forgotten in the present. He was a shadow; nothingness; a creature without a name. Did he even have a face? Was he real? Was any of this real? Was his existence some elaborate prank by Prumus himself? Was he being continually brought down, and forgotten about to give God one good laugh before moving on? Did his friend even exist? Was the footage real? Were the others messing with him? Did Nightbeat actually care about him? Would anyone care if he… “Stop.” Rung murmured out loud, removing his helm from his desk, and sitting back in his chair. He flickered on his optics, and looked around his office. “There is one couch in front of me where patients sit. It has five pillows on it with intricate designs- embroidery. There are also plush red cushions on the couch to give it a homely feel. The wall separating my old room from my office has been knocked down, and my office has increased in size to help patients who need to move around, or prefer activities during therapy. There are more plush things in my office.” Rung continued reciting facts out loud until his mind cleared. He pointed out that