#mod rodimus

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If this you, please hit me up ☺️

[ratchet-says-i-needed-that]

I just saw this on my dash and thought of them

[transingthoseformers]

Valveplug thought.

Thunderclash has an adjustable valve that fits his partners, and he can "save" settings. He finally gets Rodimus to frag him and dazed saves the setting for Rodimus and never resets it.

Rodimus has a thing about this once he realizes, and Thunderclash is living his best life because he likes Rodimus being a little mean and pushy with him, and Rodimus likes how much Thunderclash likes it and praises him.

Rodimus, of course, can't let this go and has to be the absolute best at this because Thunderclash can not win at sex too. So he mods his spike to make it feel better for Thunderclash, gets Thunderclash's schematics to make sure he knows everything about him, and puts an intense amount of planning and prepping to make sure Thunderclash's "impossible fantasy" actually happens researching so much and kink and new sex stuff he voluntarily goes to Rung to make sure he doesn't suck.

He's got this.

Thunderclash is suddenly walking around on cloud nine and slightly wobbly and Rodimus is strutting constantly in an absolutely suspicious happy mood that always turns weirdly intense and smug when Thunderclash is in the room.

Only a few people immediately clock what happened because they are not making the connection. Ratchet, who is ignoring it and hoping it goes away; Whirl; and MiniMegs though Minimus is being willfully onlivious refusing to acknowledge it and Megs is hating the sexual tension.

Okay yes that's so interesting

Also more valve mods ftw

Just. Imagine accidentally hitting reset on your pussy and having to go to settings to fix it. Imagine someone who still isn't over their ex keeping their ex's favorite specs because they know. They know they'll come back (and they do). I am not taking this seriously.

Thunderclash is in pure fucking (pun was initially unintented but now it's intentional) heaven, and Rodimus is Having A Thing About This All. Because as he's seeing this, this is the one thing he is determined to be Better Than Thunderclash at.

Thunderclash cannot win at sex too

Exactly Rodimus exactly sfghl.

Rodimus: how do i win at sex

Rung: well there is a lot to unpack in that question but at this point I'm just glad you're finally coming to therapy

Rodimus:

Rung: even Megatron and Whirl have been coming more often than you do, and Whirl only comes to threaten my model ships.

I may distrust therapy but Rung is the second best therapist I've ever heard of and Roddie boy do you have issues to work through

But also cool that Rodimus might learn some unexpected things about himself in his research and stuff he might be able to bring up with Thunderclash (my mind first went to robots in clothes and temperature play sue me)

Slightly wobbly

Ratchet looks like Thunderclash and feels like it's med school all over again.

This is why i love the idea of em fields being able to convey emotion because I'm imagining that when Thunders enters the room Roddie's field just whooshes like a fire flaring brighter (if that's any explanation)

Minimus playing purposefully dense has gotta be funny

Megatron has opinions about this and Minimus is metaphorically (if not literally) holding his arm like "don't, not our business"

[splendidbadger]

Been slowly working on my own tf continuity with the bf and im so obsessed with rodimus in this au

[ambu1on]

editting all the sprites like youth beam be upon ye

[urfavesarequadranted]

rodimus and thunderclash from the transformers idw comics are kismeses!

Rodimus and Thunderclash from IDW Transformers comics are kismeses!

[transformerskinfessions]

I kin Prowl, Drift, and Chromedome… the overwhelming feeling of missing people is horrible… i miss so many peopke dear to me. Jazz, ratchet, rodimus, wing, rewind…. Sometimes its just so much, i even find myself missing people I never really liked in a significant capacity

!

[tinydefector]

so often I keep thinking every night about a bot not moving their hips but can retract up and down their spike like that one diIdo machine so imagine their human sit on their spike,squirming and in ecstacy, while the bot lay still yet their spike moving wildly too augh

I don't know why I found this so funny.

But I'm positive there would be some sort of Spike mod they could get that works like that. All I can imagine is them being an absolute ass deciding to torment their human lover by using the speed, keeping it a nice pace but slowly it down when their lover, coming to a complete still while just smiling and teasing as their human lover as they nearly sob on their spike, begging and pleading for the cybertronian to pick up the pace and continue. The bots I can very much see being a tease are Sideswipe, Rodimus, Starscream, Swerve, Jazz, occasional Prowl when he's feeling rather moody.

Swerve shoots his little lover a large grin, "you look good like this sunshine," he teased while holding their hips in place. A whine leaves their lips as they shoot him a look. "Swerve, please!" They huff only for him to make a small noise of disapproval. "Ah ah, ask nicely Sparklet, you'll get what you want if you ask nicely"

Starscream sitting there smugly watching the way they take his spike as he sits there, his spike moving quickly as he rest his face in his palm. "Well, look at you, moaning like you were made for this this, my little blissed out toy" he coos, optics twinkling in delight as he watches each twitch and movement.

Sideswipe chuckles in amusement. "Awww, come on, I thought you could take more than that sweetspark." he slowly pulls them further down on his spike as it pistons up into his lover. His servo curled around their side, admiring the way his spike shifts and is visible through their smaller frame. "Mmm, that's it, sweetspark, so good"

Rodimus lays there with a stupid grin on his face as he watches the way they scold at him, "Rodimus I swear to God or primus or what ever holy creature you believe in if you don't start moving I'm leaving" they huff out only for him to start giggling to himself before slowly increasing the pace. "Roddy! Stop being a dick. " His optics continue watching. "Oh, come on, let me enjoy testing the new mods," he whines with a pout on his face.

Jazz is flirting the whole time. He's gentle, slow as he works his lover open on his spike, loving to watch the way they arch and lean into his touch. "Ain't you something cher, you make such pretty noises for me," he hums in delight as he leans up to steal a kiss from them. "Thatz it, babydoll squeeze me real good," he coos in delight while picking up the pace.

Prowl sits in his office with his human practical glued to his lap, one servo rested on their thigh, and his optics occasionally flick from his work to them. "I told you to behave. If you can't sit still, I stop," he grumbles. A deep whine and sob leaves his lover, their legs shake as their head is thrown back into his plating,

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[mechanoize]

Finally finished their redesigns, now i can draw them kissing and being in love. continuity rambling + individual refs under the cut hehhe

Prowl!

he has impeccable balance and reflex, + he essentially walks on his tippy toes :3 he can lock his doorwings into a neutral position, but his audial antennae are a dead giveaway for his emotions. He is not missing an optic, his lense is used to enhance his vision and is often traded between eyes, as the scoped vision can make his helm ache. his metabolism is insanely fast and he needs to fuel often, with a preference for very energon-compact foods. (Namely, energon goodies.)

he was the autobot's second in command, though after Optimus's death he leads alongside Magnus. Despite Rodimus holding the matrix, he had no desire to pursue a position of authority, thus leaving Prowl and Magnus to take over! Although he is not a necessarily social mech, he is well-liked by the autobots stationed on earth. Many of their victories are credited to him.

jazz!

he was short for a decepticon, but hes of average height for an autobot. He has mods that allow him to manipulate sound and soundwaves, + his doorwings are removable and can be repositioned elsewhere on his frame! after returning from a multi-millenium long undercover mission to infiltrate Decepticon ranks, his every attempt at reconnection with Prowl was immediately shot down. For awhile he was a cause for suspicion, but Optimus was very firm about his trust prior to his death.

he is a skilled operative with a distaste for unnecessary violence or cruelty. After losing his twin at the hands of Megatron, he's attempted to lead a pacifistic life. It has not gone well, but he recognizes certain sacrifices need to be made.

cliffjumper!

he's not a minicon! he shares a similar frame type with Bumblebee, who is both younger and shorter than he is. Part of his purpose on earth was to establish and maintain a positive Cybertronian-Human relationship. While his appreciation for flora is to be questioned, he loves Earth's fauna! Specifically farmlife...

cliffjumper and jazz bonded quickly over an appreciation for earth and it's cultures. Cliff suffers from severely low self esteem and impulsive recklessness. one of his greatest desires is to be taken seriously, to prove himself of use. Despite a few bumps in the road, his partners have done a tremendous job at reassuring him. Jazz's insistence to adopt him into his specOps unit was the start, where he also met his amica, Mirage.

[mychlapci]

My liege, my liege! I come from far lands to deliver 1k of spike mods, emeto, prolapse, and a little pregnancy while we're at it. May others in the kingdom heed that warning and filter thy tags.

Cocky little Rodimus is so insistent he can take Megatron's massive spike, he's gotten to the point of following Meg around begging to be spiked just once to prove it. He taunts and teases the co-captain by opening his panels when he bends over, flashing his tight wet valve to Megatron to entice him into fucking him right there on the command deck. Megatron is just annoyed by all this flaunting, Rodimus doesn't even deserve to get his pussy destroyed, Megatron knows he won't be able to take it.

It gets to the point though where Megatron doesn't even care. He was looking out for Rodimus' best interest not fragging him through the berth, but he's been such a pest he's finally pushed Megatron over the line. He followed Megatron across the damn ship while going on and on about how he's the best lay Megatron will ever get, and Megatron is so over hearing it. Megatron grabs Rodimus by the throat and drags him into a supply closet, shoving him into a shelf of cleaning products and making Rodimus tumble onto the floor. He locks the closet and pops his spike out, glaring down at Rodimus as he demands he present his valve.

Now that Rodimus had a look at that monster, he's slightly worried Megatron had a point. Not that he was gonna say that though, he opened his valve as Megatron said to and kept the enthusiastic front up. Megatron's spike was as big as Rodimus' forearm, had thick little barbs lining the sides meant to prod and prick every pleasure node in another mechs's valve while also tearing it and smearing their energon to mark the mech as one of Megatron's frag toys, and a fat knot to keep the mech writhing on Megatron's horrible spike.

Rodimus was already thinking about how much foreplay would be needed to open his valve for that thing, but Megatron was over it. Rodimus had been bragging that he could take the whole spike better than any con could back in the day, he invited himself to this treatment. Megatron slammed his spike into the wet valve before him, making Rodimus scream out. It was so big, way too big. Rodimus' intake tank churned as Megatron pulled out, dragging those spikes down the walls of his valve. The tearing was mind numbingly painful, but the stroke against his most sensitive sensors made him want to overload already. When Megatron slammed his spike in him again and nailed his ceiling node, it pushed him over the edge embarrassingly fast.

Megatron couldn't even fit his whole spike into Rodimus' valve at first. The little mech was too tight and too shallow to take his spike, the flight frames it was modified specifically for even had a hard time with it for its size. It's what Rodimus had been pestering him for for so long though, he clearly wanted it. Megatron kept pounding into Rodimus' ceiling node, tearing up that plush valve while not even bottomed out.

The way he pounded on Rodimus' gestation seal triggered an automatic response, an emergency opening the frame had developed when mechs had begun carrying their own offspring in internal forges instead of harvesting from the allspark. The gestation chamber connected to his forge could manually open in case of birth complications where a sparkling was stuck. Megatron's barbs were made to trigger the response, opening Rodimus' gestation chamber to fit more spike in. Rodimus felt nauseous as his insides shifted for Megatron's spike. He felt too full, everything felt like too much. All he could do was whimper and cum around the spike until Megatron was done with him. That was until the knot went in though.

Megatron had been thrusting harder and faster into Rodimus' gestation chamber, filling the co-captain's womb with his spike and marking it for himself. His knot had started inflating when the seal opened up, he was nearly finished with the annoying bot under him. Once his knot finally slipped in, stretching Rodimus open even wider than before, Megatron flooded his gestation chamber with transfluid. It stung slightly on the open tears from Megatron's barbed spike, but none of it could empty from around the knot. Feeling so full and now so warm, it finally was too much for Rodimus. He was at least able to turn his helm to the side as he threw up his morning energon, but he still managed to get it onto himself. He didn't try to squirm off Megatron's spike, he knew it would only make him feel worse when that knot pulled against his wrecked valve opening. He would just lay in his mess with tears in his optics as the knot shrank back down.

When the knot was finally deflated, Megatron would slowly pull his spike out. All Rodimus could let out was a weak groan as the barbs were pulling the inside of his valve out with the spike. His prolapsed valve oozed out the mixture of transfluid and energon and made a puddle on the floor. The co-captain felt numb, pulling his thighs together reflexively in some desperate attempt to keep the energon from leaking down his legs. The act just made him whimper more pathetically as the sore inside of his valve brushed his plating. Megatron stared down at the former prime and threw a cleaning rag at him. "This is exactly what you've been making a fool of yourself for Rodimus, now you've had it. Clean yourself up and get back to work."

Megatron felt slightly bad being so rough on his friend, but he knew how Rodimus functioned. He wouldn't stop until he finally got a consequence for his actions, hopefully now Megatron would get some peace and quiet. He didn't see his co-captain for a week after the harsh fragging, but he wasn't overly worried. Rodimus would be fine after a medical exam and some rest, knowing Rodimus though he was probably going to skip that first step. Megatron stepped into his hab for the night thinking about it, tomorrow he'd check in with Rodimus, and if he was still whining he'd apologize. His eyes locked onto his berth and suddenly the plans had changed. Rodimus was laid in Megatron's berth trying to look sexy. Megatron just found it desperate.

Why was Rodimus waiting for him? Well, Rodimus explained, Megatron's valve destroying overly modded fat spike pretty much ruined him from anyone else's spike, so now it would be his job to please Rodimus all the time! Also he almost definitely got him pregnant overloading right in his gestation chamber like that, so he was definitely not getting Rodimus away from him anytime soon. He promises this time he won't puke at least, Megatron is willing to bet shanix that he couldn't keep that promise.

oh god… this is perfect. I fucking love painful barbed spikes. And we don't talk enough about Megatron breaking Rodimus' pussy with his huge fucking monster dick. He should bully his way all the way into Roddy's gestation tank, splitting open his sorry little cervix and pulling it out on his sharp barbs. Rodimus can only scream, overload, and puke all over himself. He just feels so fucking full. 

Now that his valve is completely broken, Megatron is the only one who can fuck Rodimus into a climax. He tried with other bots, but they usually get grossed out at his bulging prolapse, and those who do stick around to fuck him just can't satisfy him with their small spikes anymore. He needs Megatron's cunt-buster and he needs it now. mhmm of course, Megatron's pretty much used to the bots under him puking out their guts when he fills them with his spike, but he wants to make a game out of how long Rodimus can hold it in. It would be funny if he slammed in with one violent thrust and Roddy immediately vomited… Talk about making empty promises. Probably only gets worse when the morning sickness rolls around....

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[crying-fantasies]

Restoration period

Masterlist

Dating a cybertronian is no joke, at all, it's a constant reminder while waking up, sleep still clutching it's long nails against you- oh, nevermind, those are Rodimus' digits.

These are rare moments, when he is truly relaxed, since long the sound of his interior is part of your routine, it can only sound in such a soft manner in the morning, well, what is supposed to be the beginning of a day since there is no sun, but you all manage, what is really difficult is to get him to wake up, or to online like they call it.

It's more difficult after having intercourse, and it shows when he makes a miserable noise as you try to escape his hold, at least his system is almost online and not totally out.

"I'm getting your energon ready, okay?"

Rodimus answers something unintelligible for you, maybe mumbling neocybex in his partially sleeping mode, his optics are offline but his servos still prevail over your naked body, keeping you in the curvature under his neck guard, next to all the sensible cables around, almost as inviting your actions upon him.

"Nice try", all he gets is a kiss on his faceplate, already whining, as you move to give another one on his derma, he is putting his lips like a pampered kid, there's a noticable spot of pinkish fluid almost dry above his mid armor, maybe a leftover that wasn't cleaned at the moment, fortunately there is a new packet of cleansing rags on the bedside table and, while his protests in alien language make you feel pity for him, it was his idea to go south on you with his glossa yesterday, "you're supposed to be getting ready, come on".

It takes a few minutes to clean the almost dried transfluid, making notes on your head to be more detailed with the aftercare as there is no drop of any fluid in your body, as expected of your considerate boyfriend, once it's all clean to the eye you finally register his armor, hot to the touch, and look back, the little opportunist has long activated his optics and is now looking at you with an "I'm innocent" look on him.

Right, as he wasn't looking at your ass a few second ago, "go to the washroom before you overheat your spark, mister", his translator is still rebooting as it seems because you don't understand much apart from the usual machine noises and metallic intonation, maybe a little bit of sarcasm, he even makes grabby hands at you before scoffing when your shorts and shirt are finally on, but he peeks, "up, up", another kiss and that's what is needed to have his engines working, you can hear them trying to check internally if nothing is wrong after some intercourse or undergoing micro failures.

Interesting thing about cybertronians this is, they look a lot like humans (if not the other way around), they also heal on their own, but the sexual act or intercourse it's a heavy toll on them, a lot of energy is burned, some can even blow a circuit or more if things got too heated at the moment, and the extra recharge time is mandatory because no one wants a spark burning from the inside out, the first time you were so worried since Rodimus didn't even move, but now it's a familiar sight while his biolights look more vivid by the second, as if those were a burning fire in the making.

No family friendly, just normal when he had some extra time in the morning before his usual schedule, a little bit to cuddle on his recharging body as you could hear the machinery inside of him correcting any fuses that got blow at some point, Rodimus said that since you were human he was consuming more energon before the do, using the mass displacement mod was no joke, and don't start with how much a speedster can go down before being satisfied, your hips were a good example and you were a little envious of how he would be ready to go in a few minutes, but needed his energon.

Since humans started to live inside the ship some rest points were made, unable to walk that long it was good to have a stop and drink something, didn't take much before a prototype of an energon refiner dispenser was made and put there too next to a coffee machine, in which you could go with the normal coffee or the dandelion one, it was a saviour, only taking a few minutes to get there on your space scooter with your platform attached and return with a cup of energon, Rodimus didn't like your scooter, he reminded you of his disgust when he grunted at the sight of it, "or the mister can go with me and probably fall face first", and that was all that was needed to earn a "I'm better and faster than that thing".

Nevermind, it was early, and sleep was still not letting you go, so going slow was better, the machine was always on and everyone always put new energon cubes to use, maybe it wasn't as good as totally refined energon but most bots aboard had a familiar taste for the basic energon rations, your own cup of coffee was made and all what's left was waiting for your boyfriend's portion to be made and what seasoning you would pick when someone else appeared, "Morning".

You didn't need to look back to know who it was, nor your bracelet that emitted a green color after successfully recognize your selected pair buddy's EM field approaching, "Good morning".

There was a lingering smell of ozone around him, the same could be said for you.

"Rough night?", Inferno only smiles, that handsome smirk on his faceplate as his optics shine just a little bit softer than always, obvious lack of energy as he can only exvent and plop himself over a free chair near, helm resting above his crossed arms on the table, humming something that one could only relate to a voiceless affirmation.

He was so tired, you put another cube in the machine to fill, and he thanks you without even looking.

There is silent understanding as you yawn and he puts a digit just above your lower back, massaging where it stings the most and repaying a favor you didn't ask for as he goes to upper part, you notice the paint transfer on above his private area and of course is red.

You both have something going on with red painted bots.

You put another cube on the waiting line of the machine and he thanks you yet again while smiling, moving his digits and gesturing for you to get near again, putting pressure where you need it most to get rid of the difficult knots around.

"Captain should have been more tender", Inferno means well, you know it, but even when he is your dear friend no one can say anything of Rodimus, that's your job.

"He is trying his best", obviously he isn't satisfied by your answer but let's you be, before you can say anything about the dents on his chassis and upper legs the security alert activates, minutes later the whole ship shakes and Inferno catches you before a roar out of the phantom zone itself could be hear from outside.

It's so early this day, and both your partners, one the co-captain of the starship and the other the reinstalled security chief, are knockout cold after a night of interfacing.

That's just the luck this ship seems to gather around.

Inferno offers you his cube, to which you gave a cheers with your own mug, both of you down your drinks in one go before he sets you on your scooter, "for another good cycle aboard the Lost Light", he salutes you before catching Red Alert's cube and putting Rodimus' on your cart.

"For another one", you two should be scared at this point, any other sane being would be screaming, but that's your life now while you return and see Rodimus trying to reach for you with what little energy he has while whatever space creature uses the ship as a chewing toy.

[transingthoseformers]

Do you ever play around with extremely self-indulgent aus? Just for fun.

I've been toying with an IDW au that has Rodimus as Prime and Megatron as his Primal Consort. Mostly for the mental image of Megatron lounging on fabrics, which obviously would have to be imported from off-world, thus expensive. Golden jewellery. Paint, which totally could be made with like crushed ruby for extra opulence. And this time, the paint isn't limited to his face.

But also because of the size difference. Let the big scary mech be the pampered consort for once!

Oh I make self indulgent aus all the type, typically I don't share them

And that sounds interesting! Especially with Rodimus's whole ~energy~ (which changes slightly upon working with different continuities), how Megs would become the Primal Consort, how does the Primal setup work here?

Is there a Primal Vanguard? A High Lord Protector to cover the military stuff? Just how involved is the religious aspect of it, or is being a Prime more of a political or civilian position? Are we rolling with your typical "person + matrix in chest = prime" situation, or another answer. Do the responsibilities of a Primal Consort range, or are they rather succinct? Are there any requirements to the situation such as marriage, proof of the dynamic being consummated, promise of heirs, ect? Hierarchy stuff? How formal/casual does Rodimus play this, or does it vary? What was the situation that lead to Rodimus becoming a Prime?

Worldbuilding wise, fluff wise, and smut wise, there is so much to work with here.

[decepti-thots]

whatever numbers you think are the most interesting for rodimus :3

Unpopular opinion about them?

I don't think Rodimus has, or has ever had, a lot of friends. I think he is superficially friendly and coasts on that image, but it is an image he's coasting on. Overall he's someone who has basically no experience existing outside of crisis mode, his experiences during the war have resulted in a total lack of preexisting opportunities to create long term mutual relationships, and he has no surviving pre-war connections. Talking to your subordinates like you're all pals on the LL does not a concrete social circle you can rely on make. Viewing his interactions and reactions in MTMTE/LL through this lens makes a lot of sense IMO, especially as it pertains to Drift. He isn't used to genuine mutual relationships that carry no stakes, or maintaining long term social connections. His failures there are real, but they're grounded in a total lack of experience in how those relationships work that nobody he interacts with understands he lacks, and which he's never so catastrophically bad at in the short term anyone understands the issue and thinks to address it like an actual lack. He fakes it just well enough that when the faking fails, it looks like a personal failure in the short term, not an underlying issue, and he maintains the illusion on purpose because admitting otherwise is too scary. It's very unfair to resent Drift for not seeing through this, since it's on purpose, but he does a little.

A canon or headcanon hill I will die on?

Rodimus is not an outlier, I will die on this hill, he modded himself to do the set-yourself-on-fire schtick and that's that! It's a stupid dangerous thing he did on purpose and not at all him being Special TM. That's all him being flashy and self destructive.