#roddratchet

[cozzzynook]

Hot Rod having freckles and feeling embarrassed about them so he hides them. How would people react?

They get revealed during a really boring safety meeting. He was having a hard time recharging at night so it made it harder to stay awake in the day. Megatron and Minimus knew this so when he started falling in and out of recharge they didn’t say anything.

Roddy had put his cheeks in his servos to prop up but he fell into recharge.

It was then the paint concealer he always wore rubbed off and his freckles were plain as day.

Onlining only made it worse because he rubbed his face and yawned taking the rest of it off.

He was so confused and blinking adorably at every bot in the room who stared at him shocked.

Minimus giggled and tried to keep it together but couldn’t.

Swerve took so many pictures while snickering.

Megatron was holding his olfactory sensor with energon dripping down into his hand.

Minimus was out right blushing with his dermas open.

Ratchet was just staring wide opticed at Roddy before grabbing Drift to keep him from walking over.

And Drift himself was just looking so betrayed because how could Rodimus not tell him he had freckles?! Cybertronians love freckles! Its basically considered a gift from the stars on a bots face plates.

Drift tried to go up to Roddy to throttle him and pinch his cheeks but Ratchet intercepted in time.

Cyclonus was visibly surprised before nodding and saying “cute.” While tailgate was very visibly gushing and pointing at Roddy’s freckles while Whirl was cackling thinking of all the ways he could use this to his advantage and harass Rodimus.

It took a few more kliks before Rodimus realized and quickly covered his face plates and ran off.

He did not come out of his office or hab suite for days. He even locked it manually so Drift, Mininus and Megatron couldn’t come in.

It was Ratchet who caught him.

A few grumpy words from Ratchet followed by a kiss to his freckled cheeks and Rodimus was a blushing freckled mess that followed Ratchet back to his hab only to be tackled by Drift who wouldn’t let go of his face and promptly bit his cheek and wouldn’t let go.

[officialrodimus]

Fic cover for @partypirate's Roddratchet merformers fic "Go With The Flow", which you can read here!

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[notdeezy]

Fun Pirate drink is living in my head rent free now

[transfrmrs]

Broke: Shipping dratchet and villainizing/sidelining Rodimus

Woke: Drift/Ratchet/Rodimus

[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. 

[meteorcrab]

I see deadlock/hot rod and deadlock/ratchet content but where's that sweet sweet hot rod/deadlock/ratchet content. Where friends. Where.

[zenniet]

As Drift is wrapping up his day and heading back to the room, he gets a comm from Ratchet. All it says is "Rodimus is waiting for you, go get creative.". Drift doesn't know what he's talking about until he gets back to the habsuite and finds Rodimus in the middle of the room, on his knees, tied up with a pretty white silk rope.

Rodimus immediately perks up when he spots drift, instantaneously beginning to beg and whine, pleasing for Drift to touch him. Drift goes for Rodimus' panels only to find that they were locked. So that's what Ratchet meant.

And Drift thought there was no better way to end his night than with a lapful of desperate speedster to take care of.

[dokugaa]

[seaflying-fliptuna]

Finally made that dratchrod server! Comment or DM me for an invite :3c

[cozzzynook]

can you do mechpreg? with any pairing of your choosing 🙏

He just wanted to spend the day laying in berth and the worst part about it all was that he hadn’t even gotten out of berth yet.

Groaning, he shifted and curled into the pillow shutting his optics tight and clenching his jaw gnawing his denta together for a moment.

He felt his tanks roll with an audial twist and he suddenly felt hot all over rushing from the berth with painfully tingling uncoordinated steps with vision that faltered so badly he almost face planted into the wall.

He didn’t even make it to the wash racks.

He emptied his tanks in the waste bin for what felt like hours. He knows it wasn’t but the fact that his frame kept heating up and his knees felt weak as his stabilizers shook, he couldn’t help it.

His arms and stabilizers gave out and he dropped mid purge.

He almost choked when he felt two sets of arms wrap around him easing him back onto unstable pedes.

A cool callous servo rubbed his back struts while the other helped keep his helm from tipping over.

After a while he just stopped and started hacking full frame.

The worried em fields shrouding his own made his mood sour a bit more and he pushed his own em field in apology.

“What happened Roddy? You never purge.”

“Kid, Did you eat energon you didn’t like again? We keep tellin ya its okay to consume what you like and not just whats there.”

He managed to shake his helm in answer and he felt their concern grow when he gagged and purged again.

It took a few kliks but his tanks finally didn’t overreact at every little movement he made and he tried to stand on his own.

Drift and Ratchet didn’t let him go no matter how much he sluggishly tugged at his arms.

“In the berth kid, gotta check ya over.”

He didn’t have the strength to complain and that only seemed to make their worry infinite.

The thought of how much he complains to every bot he knows especially his mate made his emotions sour and the thought of his mates having to put up with his annoying behavior that was so expected of him, it left him sobbing silently by the time they laid him in the berth and he rolled over to his side.

His spoiler felt painfully sensitive and tender to the touch. So much so it made his valve clench and leak on nothing.

He curled up and covered his face plates with the pillow blocking Drift and Ratchet from seeing his pathetic state and felt more sobs release when they cuddled on both sides of him.

“I think I know whats wrong with ya kid. But I still wanna do just one scan if thats alright?”

After a moment of trying to situate himself, he nodded beneath the pillow feeling Drift kiss the back of his neck cables and brush against his spoiler making him flinch and moan. His servo fisted the sheets and he faintly heard Ratchet tell Drift everything was okay.

“How Ratty? He literally purged for almost an hour and his spoilers swollen and he’s crying?! Roddy never acts like this?”

“If I’m right, this scan’ll tell us exactly what I think it is and that’ll explain why he slept for a full day after only doing desk work the past few weeks.”

“Wait, didn’t Magnus or Megatron put him on desk duty?”

“Nope. Kid told them he’d do it because he was feeling exhausted.”

“Roddy…”

Ratchet rested a servo on Drifts cheek, “I’m fairly certain I know why he’s like this. If I’m right it’ll be good news,” Ratchet smiled.

It was one where it touched his optics and danced through his em field and Drift wouldn’t argue with that.

He couldn’t even if he wanted to.

So he let his helm fins relax the best he could and watched as ratchet scanned Rodimus’s spark and tanks before a diagnostic appeared clear as the small shift in Rodimus’s tank plating.

“Kid?”

“Hm?”

The two hadn’t even realized Rodimus was almost in deep recharge.

Ratchet just smiled a little softer and lifted the pillow, pressing his helmet to Rodimus’s and nuzzling him.

“Go back to sleep kid. You’re alright.”

A non coherent noise left their conjunx and his optics faded to black.

“Drift?”

“Roddy’s..Roddy’s sparked?”

“Mhm,” Ratchet helped Rodimus get more comfortable by taking the weight off his sensitive spoiler.

“Explains why he was so tired for the past few weeks and the sudden increase in appetite. Kid probably was telling the truth when he said he wanted the same energon as us.”

“No wonder he purged like that. Poor Roddy,” Drift shifted himself to keep from touching Roddy’s spoiler and laid a servo over the small bump on his tanks.

“He’s sparked,” Drift whispered, reality was starting to sink in and Ratchet felt Drifts em field begin to spread elation around their hab suite.

Drifts optics never left Rodimus’s tanks and his stabilizer leaned over to twine with Ratchets who smiled looking at the both of them.

“Hehe..you’re next Ratty.”

“Watch it. Or need I remind you how both of you like to sub for me?”

[youareunbearable]

How the funeral wouldve went if Jro wasn’t a coward and gave us the Roddratchet ending like we deserved

[bexion9]

Wanted to post some of the panels to the video individually because I like how they came out ;v; <3333333333 

[notdeezy]

AAAGHHH THIS TOOK SO LONG but anyway here are finally the boyfriends enjoying wintertime on earth and roddy being an adorable dum dum as always (Yes, he’s trying to eat the snowflakes)

[gay-decepticon]

Valentines (part 1)

[meteorcrab]

Deadlock accidentally sends his location to ratchet and hot rod, who think it is a booty call, (deadlock is actually injured lmao) and they both get to the location and they’re like

[zenniet]

Kinktober Day 2 Prompts: Sleepy, Underwear Ship: Rodimus/Drift/Ratchet

Rodimus couldn't deny that his two partners were incredibly attractive. He didn't initially see why Ratchet had the idea to try to make them more so.

That is, until he actually saw it for himself.

The thin, white, lacy undergarment that draped over his body was alluring, and it did nothing to hide anything at all. Rodimus had heard it called a 'babydoll' before, the revealing chest piece flowed down into a short, almost dress like piece of fabric. Behind it, he could see the more opaque, still not quite concealing, panty that went with it. Just wearing it and seeing himself in it made him feel particularly... Special. He felt pretty in it, like he really was something to be desired.

Drift had been given something almost matching, except in black.

Needless to say, once Ratchet walked Rodimus out of the washracks where he had been putting on the lingerie, and when they'd all seen each other, Rodimus was eager to more or less drag all three of them to the berth. Even after wringing out three overloads from himself and about the same for the other two, Rodimus was still raring to go, but he couldn't ignore his need to recharge at that point.

When he woke up, he was pleased to find himself, and Drift, still in their lingerie from the night before. His array warmed as he realized what he must look like, face flushed with his panties now marked by his own lubricant and the others' transfluid.

He huffed, tossing and turning in the berth, almost hoping that it would wake at least one of his partners. And it did. Drift's optics cracked open and he looked Rodimus up and down,

"Roddy?" He mumbled, "It's still early, what're you doing up?" Rodimus looked away, pretending that he wasn’t just ogling Drift’s sleeping form,

“Nothing, ‘s just- well-”

“You’re revved up, aren’t you?” Drift chuckled, though he didn’t look any more awake than when he’d first spoken. Rodimus pouted, then dropped the thought of trying to deny it.

“Y-yeah,” He admitted sheepishly, “Can we...” Why was asking so hard this morning? He usually had no issue with just out of the blue dragging Drift or Ratchet off to frag, but something about this whole situation made him just a bit embarrassed about it all. Maybe it was that he’d woken Drift up? Or that Ratchet was asleep right next to him?

“Mmmph, you can frag me, but I want to go back to sleep afterwards.” Drift said, adjusting his position. He laid on his side and lifted one of his legs and Rodimus took the cue immediately. Rodimus’ spike paneling shifted aside, his length pressurizing into the confines of his panties. He shifted closer to Drift and reached down to free his spike and pull Drift’s underwear aside. Behind the lacy black shield, Drift was already wet, and his biolights were already pulsing.

Rodimus wasted no time in quickly thrusting into Drift, but even with the bevity of it, he only elicited a light sigh from Drift. The swordsmech hiked his leg up to rest on Rodimus’ waist, and one of his servos lightly held onto one of the red speedster’s shoulders, but he didn’t reciprocate much besides that. 

Rodimus thought Drift looked heavenly. His helm resting against the soft pillow beneath it, his lips barely parted in soft little moans, the looseness in his frame and the tightness of his valve. Rodimus thrust into him as best he could with the position, his hips snapping back and forth against the berthsheet.

His overload more or less took him by surprise, with a sudden bolt of heat in his systems and a gasp, he overloaded hard into Drift, who gave a soft whimper as he reached his own climax. The swordsmech rolled his hips leisurely while he rode out his and Rodimus’ overloads. 

Sighing contentedly, Rodimus pulled back and gave Drift a kiss. Now that, Drift reciprocated.