#🥚preg

[squishysoftmonsters]

Triggers : Belly Expansion/Egg Preg[Mature +18 Minors DNI]

💚Imagine in the distant future, a world where everyone had to carry eggs which was run by egg creatures with conciousness that ran a breeding facility..

Everyone waddling around during their daily tasks and lives..but their body would keep producing eggs. The more eggs they carried,the better the privleges through eggtopia.💚

🥚E G G C E L L E N T 🥚

[emmettworld]

Warning: The following ask includes mentions of noncon and 🥚preg.

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i can't say this is A LOT of eggs bc i was gonna draw him at the end with a much bigger belly, but i just wasn't liking how it was turning out. hope you still enjoy, and ty for the request! <3

[anangelcalledinquisitor]

🥚 🔬 🌈

🥚 Any easter eggs you put in a fic that you hoped people would notice?

the only one that comes to mind is the stolen kisses that happened in Holding the world mirrored in Raising Starlings. Both Moons took kisses without consent from a sleeping YN, and while the intent was different with each (between Original Location Moon and Alternate Location Moon), they were intended to bring some scrutiny to OL-Moon's actions. (I found it funny that everyone's reaction was "BUT THAT'S DIFFERENT!". It is fanfiction, and in the original smooch, consent was still not given, but yes, it's definitely a different feeling, because Alt-Moon was never going to have permission and YN would be very upset if they knew)

🔬The fic you had to make the most research for?

To Trust a Scorpion! There's M-preg (but it's magic, so it's fine) but I had a character with eclampsia and had to go through what symptoms and complications go with that via pregnancy. I also had to research a bit with Holding the World, especially with trying to get YN's belly size relatively right for the gestational stages I was at, and a lot of my research from To Trust a Scorpion went into that.

🌈 Your favorite tropes to write about?

Misunderstandings especially! oh I love misunderstandings, both reading and writing them!

[medicdoodles]

Deadlock finds out Ratchet has a dark secret. Which leads him down a terrible path.

Includes se😛l Quid Pro quo, vampirism, and an abrupt ending.

Dead End, what once was a oppressive dying waiting room for the undesirables, was now abandon. What Deadlock remembers of street leaders, gang turfs and safe zones where empty. Even the vultures and scavengers have long since moved on.

So why was it that Ratchet was here. A place with less life than a cemetery. What did this place have to offer to hold him here, especially knowing he could do more good out there with the Decepticons.

Deadlock shook his head, as he made his way to the front door of the clinc. Megatron had asked him personally to recruit Ratchet, not only as a leader, but as a friend, and still he stayed neutral. Now his lord asked him to talk to the medic as a patient.

Opening the clinc door and he spots a handful of refugees sitting about in the waiting room. Most just look like they needed a place to stop for the night, meaning the good doc wouldn't be to stressed.

He walks to the operating room and see that the light was vacant. Walking in Deadlock catches Ratchet on the floor, knees bent to lap up the small droplets of fuel that spilt from his last patient's wounds. Horrorifed by the sight, he runs to his aid, grabbing the medic's sides and hoisted upwards.

As he prepares to pull some energon out of his spacesub, he looks at the other bot's face. Ratchet's face is dazed, his beautiful blue optics are now a bright purple. Mouth gaped open, trying to lap up the last droplets of fuel. Large fanged denta...

"Ratchet...?" He shakes the bot still limp in his arms. "Hey what's up with you? Hey can you hear me?!?!" The con watched as the purple optics blink in and out of color.

The medic then spasms violently, Deadlock dropped him back on the ground as he watched Ratchet fight himself. The scene turned terrifying as the other bot grab his helm between his hands. A scream filled the air, it so load and piercing, as if he was dying and trying to come back to life.

Then nothing... Deadlock turned his vision back on looks down at Ratchet. He scared to touch him, but he had to know. With all the strength he could muster, he moved to put a claw on the other tech's shoulder. Once he makes contacts he finds that the other mech had fallen offline, but most notably that the fangs on his denta were gone.

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It had been 5 hours later, and lucky no bot come for the doctor's expertise. Deadlock took it upon himself to hook Ratchet on the recharge berth. It was odd how he looked, less like a bot who ran out of fuel and more a corps after the morgue embalm them to rest. The thought scared him so much that Deadlock tried to reuse him again.

When Ratchet opened his optics, they lite back to his wonderfully clear blue. The mech's paint job also looked unbelievably good, as if he was freshly painted, better than the dull colors it was just a few moments ago. Ratchet sat up with a jolt, bended over so he could grab his head in his helm in servos in shame. "Damn, it happened again."

"Again?!?! You mean this happened before?!" Deadlock couldn't help but raise his voice, if Ratchet staved himself so often that he could even ask that, what would happen if he wasn't around.

The medic turned his helm to face him as fear set on his expression. "How long we're you in here?" He then jumps off the berth, grabbed a remote scanner and made his way towards him. "Are you hurt? How's your fuel level??" Ratchet then grabbed his helm and gave an optic examination.

"What do you mean if my fuel levels are low! You're the one lapping up energon off the floor like some kind of leaker!" Deadlock then clutched the arm that held his helm. He looked into Ratchet's optics and waited for any explanation as to wait was going on.

When those blue optics shifted towards guilt, he loosened his grip. Long claws had pierced a few cables on the wrist, but strange that there was no blood. Whatever this was it ended right now, by his own power. "Hey," He softened his voice, "You can trust me, with anything."

"Even if I ask to siphon from you?" Ratchet then hid his helm into the nap of his shoulder as he tried to sort out the feelings of just asking.

Without a second thought Deadlock pierced the fuel line cables on the right side of his neck. He grabbed the other bot by his hip and pushed them together. "All yours." Both to his fuel and in his spark, he promised to commit himself to Ratchet however he needs him.

The medic approached with hesitation, moving his mouth to the open wound he left it hovering a bit before he made his move. He dragged his glossa on the puncher site, glided down to lick up the energon that slid further down and back up again. Then he swirls into the cut, placed a kiss before sucking. Primus, he went gentle with it but he needed more.

Deadlock got aroused by how tender his being, that the mech is even kinder than in his dreams. He had to stop himself from touching the doc more, from rutting his plating against him, from opening his spike cover. Instead he tried to focus on the heat of the others frame, his field, his glossa. To try and commit all sensations to memory, to have it on file for those lonely nights. The pressure as Ratchet wraps his arms around him and holds him closer, tighter-

"Ummm I can explain."

"No need. I understand." Before Deadlock could reply, Ratchet released him from his embrace. Ran two digits across his frame before he fondled the tip of his spike with his thumb. He teased him with two ghost pumps before bending to his knees and takes it in.

He has to stop this. Ratchet moved back out to kiss the tip. It's not fair to ask for it when Deadlock himself has revoked 'facing for payment. His glossa swirls around the slit and he goes back to taking in more. This can't continue, Deadlock placed his claws on the back of the medic's helm. He pushed his throat in and out. Touched his valve cover. Tweeted a sweet spot.

"It's so good Ratch!"

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It wasn't his fault this happened. No Ratchet was the one who came on to him unprompted. Deadlock just offered his services and the medic was the one who picked how to pay him back.

Besides if Bludgeon hadn't cursed Ratchet to such a virus he wouldn't need him in the first place.

But, he did, and by Primus he was going to do whatever it took to make sure the kindest bot in Cybertron lived through this. Ratchet needs living energon, his energon, and if he got to frag the mech of his spark as payment. Then, who was he to judge.

Now he's here. Thinking about how good facing with Ratchet is. That in the middle of this heat cycle, his memories speed up the need to breed. All he has to do is give Ratchet some of his blood and the medic would open himself up for his eggs.

Frag, if he filled him up real good then maybe now he'd get Ratchet to join him here with the Decepticons. With him, how delicious, how divine. How wonderful.

He hears his comm went off, the one he got just for Ratchet's meals. Good, his thoughts said, now he has the chance to release some of his heat. Deadlock picks up, does his best to not sound like a rutting mechanism, and headed towards their usual place.

When he finally made it Ratchet is lie down on the berth. Legs spread out to show his Interface panel, his payment. Deadlock waste no time with useless chatter. He made his way to his mech and climbs on top of him so they're looking into each other's optics before bite into his lip plates.

This time he wants Ratchet to kiss him, to lick his mouth and feed of his face. Then their panels open, and not a nano second later they're breeding. Ratchet is hungry taking as much fuel as he can lap up with his glossa. Deadlock grabbed red hips with his claws and shoved his spike into his mates tight little valve with all the force he could muster.

It's a tight squeeze, but Deadlock makes sure that the tip of his spike scrapes all of the eronus nodes the medic has before he hilts the entrance to the gestation chamber.

At this point Ratchet is far too gone to protest this kind of rough housing. All that bot can think to do is deepen the puncher point and drink the fuel that comes out. He knocked on the entrance and pulled out only enough to hit the node that drove the medic wild, before coming back in.

After the fifth or sixth time it opened, and the heat gave him no time to think about anything but breeding. Deadlock released the code to form a knot at the base of his spike and unloaded the silicone eggs into his wonderful mate for incubation. Then he blacked out.

[avillicit]

T’was me! I can use any of these: 🥚🍞🥖🍳

Sincerely,

-Monsterfucker anon who’s emoji wouldn’t show

🍞 it is, then!

are you the same person that sent an ask awhile ago about rapid preg after a hookup? their emoji didn't show up either, so i figured maybe it was you 😅

[medicdoodles]

(Part 1) || (Part 2)

This is where all the saucy bits happen. The beginning is just justification of why my sex-adverse Wheeljack couldn't adopt kids. Then Ratchet goes into heat.

It's been several lunar cycles since He and Ratchet bonded together and not much has changed between them. Sometimes they show each others sparks but still nothing like that night.

However they were still more secure, at peace, happy. That's when Wheeljack gets the idea in his CPU.

What if they raised a sparkling? He thinks they'd be good parents, Ratchet my be a little rude at times but he was so patient and kind it would smooth out Wheeljack's more surely personality.

"Oh nonsense 'Jack you'll be the best parent this planet has ever seen." His bond mate said as he snuggles closer to him and he supposes that's that.

Afterwards both of them head towards the adoption center. Wheeljack is more than sure they would pass inspection. He was three lunar cycles into his career as the Head of Iacon's Research and Development Center, while Ratchet just got appointed as The Prime's personal medic. They'd just moved to their small apartment complex to a larger house in the outskirts of town.

They were practically the type of adopters the agency looks for in applications, but tragedy struck when they looked at their background, specifically Ratchet's. Wheeljack wasn't exactly sure about his bond mates history, but neither did Ratchet. All they knew was built in an adult frame to be a doctor.

However when they went to see their submition all of the bots there feared him. Their case agent was repulsed by Ratchet's present and at one point it got so bad they asked for him to step out.

That's when they told him, because of where Ratchet origin of manufacturing was why they were scared he would cannibalize any bit they'd take. If Wheeljack wanted to reapply he would have to disavow his bond with him. They were black listed from all adoption centers on the planet.

When they got home Wheeljack didn't stop Ratchet from taking the high grade enegx bottle into the spare room, the room that would have been for their bitlet, and leaves him for the night. He is doing much better as he takes to grieving at the main floor of the common room. He wonders if tomorrow will be easier to get through.

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Times passes and sure enough walking by that room always hurts but now it's more of a sharp sting than the turbine halting agony it was before. Making his way towards his and Ratchet's room, Wheeljack works on his resolve. Tonight is it, he's going to set aside his indifference of facing and try to properly spark his mate.

The first thing that hit him was the rancid smell of heat. The leaking, sopping, sobbing mess of his beloved makes Wheeljack's spark sink. Seeing his brave, headstrong, and caring medic, reduced to a needy breeding sow hurts and now he was going to treat him as such.

"Hey Ratchet." He places a digit on Ratchet's sticky thigh and the reaction was instant. Ratchet sits up, wraps his arms around him and drags him back down into the berth.

"Please Wheeljack." Ratchet says between kisses. "I want it. Need it." Grinds his valve against his partner's spike's housing. "I'll be a good carrier. I promise. Please just fill me."

Ratchet starts to tear up and without hesitation Wheeljack rubs his helm against his windshield. "Shhhh. I know you will. Just give me a second and I'll make you feel better." He manages to unfurls himself from Ratchet, reaches for his space sub and pulls out the invention he made.

They're claws or rather metallic tentacles. He designed them to explore his partner's frame, to look for the places that really make him scream. One of them wraps around Ratchet's beautiful red wrist, binding both servos together, the tip wiggles in between his digits, sending him to a frenzy. The second one then moves over his chassis, behind his helm, and logged into his mouth.

As the last two wrap around his hip thighs and tease his hip joints, Wheeljack slids his face mask off and places a kiss in the center of his spark casing. It opens to present the life force for merging, for breeding, and Wheeljack responses in kind. He kisses the four main power cords that send power to all sectors of the frame, sits up so he can watch it spin on pleasure and uses four digits to soothe it.

He doesn't notice when that awful smell of heat became so sweet, so alluring, but Primus, the small amount of friction that Ratchet can get from grinding his valve on his frame is enough to finally release his spike. This is probably the first time either of them seen it, so large in both length and girth, it would probably hit his partner's gestation chamber with room to spare. Top plating green and the bottom base the dark gray of his face plate, separated by a red accent.

Ratchet goes from gasping in desperation to sing in bliss as he finally, finally, pushes in. Taking the first few thrust to measure how much room he has to work with, it's a slow and steady pace, making sure to always hit the chamber opening.

Concluding that indeed he can't use the full length of his spike, Wheeljack picks up the pace, trying to grind on the nodes in Ratchet's valve as he goes in and out, its head never leaving that wonderful heat. He shifts both of them so Ratchet legs angle upwards, helm pushing into the berth, making it easier to thrust.

He kisses the windshield right above his mate's spark as his first overload hits him. Gritty his denta as he tries to make sure all of his transfulid enters his conjunx. The tentacle that was in Ratchet's mouth moves over wrap it self around his mid size and holds him in place.

Now that Wheeljack has fully been caught by the heat pharamons, he waste no time to start again, and again, and again. His mate is pass the point of higher thought that all he can really do is stick his glossa out in defeat and drool into overload. They both lasted much longer than any other bot would, maybe the tenth or eleventh overload, before they collapsed in exhaustion.

Even his invention had long been burnt out by the amount of energy it needed to keep pace. He doubt they could patch them out with having to start over in design. They started again when the breeding code realized it wasn't completed. Ratchet's chamber was still open and Wheeljack jacked in. He dosen't have any transfulid in reserve, Ratchet's frame had milked as much as it could, but he does notice that his spark casing is open, maybe spark energy will be enough to sate him.

He switches his pace to slow and controlled, while he focused on making sure their sparks all but melted together. He could hear his Ratchet's thoughts, his feelings. How he thinks how luck he is, that Wheeljack really is the best thing to happen to him, that he's happy he's going to give him the best home. It's so domestic that in his right mind he would be disgusted by it.

Wheeljack knows the reality of his mate, that he would never subject Ratchet to a life of trophy mate when he is most happy working. Carrying their bitlet, however, might give him the excuse to pamper him properly. At least it takes a full luner cycle of Moon 002 for the eggs to harden, plenty of time to give him everything without much fussing.

After third rotation, their sparks split. The heat pharamons stop being produced and the code is at 100%. Wheeljack moves to give Ratchet a kiss, it was mess and his mates glossa is still limp from bliss. He wipes both of them down, proceeds to close everything up and finally shuts down.

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Waking up Wheeljack is alone on the berth, thermo tarp set to a cozy temperature. It wasn't long before Ratchet walks in with two cubes of energon in his servos and makes way toward him. He sits up, takes the cube when Ratchet places a kiss on his helm and watches his mate make himself comfortable on the edge of the berth. "You shouldn't be up yet." Wheeljack takes a huge gulp.

"I'm restless of all this laying about.", Ratchet said as he swirls the cube around before he takes a sip. "Besides I figure I'd get a few more miles in before the bittys come to." He gives him a smug smile as Wheeljack tries spit out his drink but gets stuck in his mask.

"Yeah?", he looks at him in disbelief, vision drifts down to his middle, to his spark chamber. "How many?" Wheeljack has to stop himself from hitting helm for that dumb question.

"Three, although at the rate they're growing they'll probably split apart sooner rather than later." Ratchet then shakes his ped with his free servo, "Lucky me though. Having a conjux with a big package but totally against facing."

"Yeah... Lucky you, having a loving Conjux."

"Yeah..."

[medicdoodles]

I'm just going to say fuck it and post 🥚preg here

[medicdoodles]

Some WheelRatch 🥚preg Dino babies, because of anyone was going to do it I guess it's me.

(Part 1) || (Part 2)

This is mostly about Wheeljack learning to accept that Ratchet could really love him and then they bond.

How Wheeljack ended up with a bot like Ratchet he wasn't really sure. It was probably not because they had the same interests, although it didn't hurt, and not because he was particularly interesting in looks either.

When he'd asked Ratchet would answer with the most beautiful laugh, claps his servos around Wheeljack and tell him it's how easily he makes him happy. Which, Wheeljack supposed is a good thing, considering he sometimes caught a strong guilty feeling about how much he changed for him.

Ratchet went from spending long nights at the bar to quiet evening cuddling on the couch. Talking with any bot who said hello, to only keeping his optics on him.

'Facing...

Ratchet used to spend most of his free time facing with any bot willing, almost anywhere, any way that was agreed upon, except spark sharing. He was adamant about that type, every time Wheeljack brought up that maybe tonight they should share energy, Ratchet would say he isn't ready to open up to him like that yet. Those nights he would wake up alone.

So when bots would congratulate him saying things like he must be so good in the berth to "tame" some bot like Ratchet he'd simply exvented in agreement because what else could he say.

"Wheeljack is something wrong?", Ratchet unfurls himself from their going to charge cuddling and flops over so he can rest his helm between Wheeljack's hip joints.

"No, just-", he ex vent turns his helm to look away. He promised Ratchet he would stop asking if he was happy with him, and he's really trying, but...

"You're feeling unsure about my feelings for you again." Ratchet shift more so his helm lands on Wheeljack's windshield and reaches to grab his face.

"Yeah how'd you figure that out?"

"You've asked me five times this week."

"Sorry I'm trying to be better about this but just I think about the life you used to live before our relationship and I can't believe you're happier this way." Wheeljack turns his focus on Ratchet's face plate. So slim in its shape, optics so blue and pure it's hard not to get lost in them. How could he ever-

"Who said I was happy before?" Ratchet breaks sight contact and rubs his helm into Wheeljack's chest plate right above his spark. "I'm glad I don't have to fight to keep any bot's attention anymore. I have yours and you don't even force me to open my plating like all those other hook ups." He kisses the center of where 'Jack's spark would be. "How can't I be happy when the bot I love enjoys me for everything else that I am."

When he out it like that Wheeljack supposes it does sound condescending to keep doubting Ratchet's choice in picking their relationship over that of any bot else. That maybe his doubt would probably make any other bot think he was trying to break it off, but no his Ratchet is stubborn. "I'm happy too. I'm glad we picked each other."

"Yeah, you better."

‐------.

When he restarts Wheeljack sees the soft light of the sun hitting his loft's window. The smokey blue haze running into the atmosphere's natural golden moring glow, it was all nothing compared to the absolute relaxation on Ratchet's face.

He runs his digits around that white helm. Wheeljack never gets up before Ratchet. Even when Ratchet shuts in longer he gets up to present himself picture perfect. Nothing like now, cheek smotched, lips parted and glossa sticking out mid lick. He drools in his sleep, Primus below them his engine even whistles. If it was possible to love any bot anymore Wheeljack was sure this was it.

Ratchet then boots up and shame fills his field, and he realizes that this is the first time he's ever felt his EM Field. He usually so self composed that he never let so much emotion slip from his frame. "Sorry 'Jackie. Let me clean that for you."

"It's just a little drool it won't kill me." He watches as Ratchet pulls out a smalls rag from his space sub and avoids looking back at him. "Hey", he grabs his servos, "It's fine, really."

There's an awkward pause. They look at each other and then, "Let's get bonded."

"Huh?!?!"

"C'mon let's get bonded, Conjunx, share spark, find other rites and do those too." Ratchet crawls to cover his frame, beautiful blue eyes look back at him and all that shame turns to a warm happiness.

"You don't have to do that, Ratch' I understand your happy how we are." Wheeljack puts his servos on Ratchet's windshield and without a nano sec passing it splits open showing the medic's spark.

It's so light that it he mistaken it as white, but the blue glow on Ratchet's face says other wise. There's small cuts that leave a dent warping what should have been a perfect sphere but still it was Ratchet through and through.

He doesn't know how or why it happens, he doesn't even remember when he sent the command to open his spark. All Wheeljack notices is the absolute joy emitting from his casing. Of two wild and frenzied energies spinning and figuring out how they should form. Where the extra energy will go and that they'll be linked for a while, but with all the love they shared with each other; Wheeljack knows without a doubt,

Forever.