#sparkling hot rod

[spophiearts]

Pssst grandpa kup baby sitting babies for op n ratch to date lol

oh my fucking god anon, you are incredibly correct.

[cozzzynook]

Cybertron being split in half. Hot Rod finds out he's pregnant and decides to tell Soundwave who's on the other side because he deserves to know. He's terrified Soundwave will reject him.

I LOVE a secretive pregnancy situation in fiction!! I know its cringe to a lot of people but i love it! ( in fiction & when its done right )

So i love this ask!

I also love turmoil of the pregnant person not knowing if the other will accept!

Rodimus felt so sick and exhausted in the days leading to cybertron being split in half!

While the planet wasn’t literally split in half it was split by a giant wall that kept one side for Decepticons and the other for autobots.

It was after saving everyone from the quints and a painfully tense truce was called did the wall go up and neither side were permitted to interact with the other.

But by then it was too late.

Soundwave and Rodimus were already spark dancing and performing conjunx endurea.

The two interfaced every chance they could which wasn’t a lot since they were fighting to survive and free their home planet. But they did. They found some time to be alone and connect in a way neither thought possible nor deserving.

Their last round of interfacing is probably what did it.

The spike sealer broke and Rodimus’ gestation tank must’ve opened because nothing came out of his valve after they untangled from each other and before they could ponder on the situation Whirl was barging in telling them they had to leave because it wasn’t safe anymore.

Soundwave growling and becoming possessive over him didn’t help matters at all since he had to keep Soundwave from ripping Whirls only retina out.

From there they were too busy saving their home world and themselves to think on it.

By the time Rodimus realized his exhaustion wasn’t just from having a breather he was already experiencing motion and transformation sickness and his tank was beginning to feel heavy.

He went to Ratchet in secret and his diagnosis was confirmed off the data space.

He was sparked.

Sparked by a decepticon he had yet to complete conjunx ritus and the very same decepticon that was Megatrons close right hand mecha along with Shockwave.

Rodimus feared the worst when he laid awake in berth rubbing the already present swell on his tanks.

Showing so early on meant there was more than one sparkling and while Ratchet said it was still a bit too early for him to get a better view and in case things changed, he didn’t doubt this was the case.

His processor never seemed to rest from the moment he onlined to the moment he entered a forced shut down from the viral pills Ratchet had given him.

He couldn’t postpone telling Soundwave for too long seeing as he needed his transfluid and his spark yearned for him more than anything.

The wall had been up for a full total of thirty two solar cycles and since his tanks have grown. Not noticeable to any outsiders of course but to those who know him, they can tell.

His em field while safe when sealed shut, was completely shrouded in sparkling and carrier pheromone.

He accidentally let it slip while falling in and out of recharge in his office. Just his luck Optimus walked in and demand he go home to rest properly and that they would discuss this further when he came back.

He felt both humiliated and frustrated at being treated like a simple civi carrier and not the Prime he was now.

Things had changed in those thirty two days of the wall being up and while his status as Prime was still new and kept under the motor, Rodimus still didn’t want to treated as weak. Weaker than when he was Hot Rod at that.

But Optimus was right in treating him like he was weak. He was weak. Weak from lack of transfluid and his intended conjunxs spark flumes and energy.

If he went any longer without it, both he and his sparkling will offline.

So he has no choice. Thirty two solar cycles of worrying, waiting, contemplating, fearing and repeatedly going back and forth in his own processor on what to do. He decided.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he sighed to himself, sitting at the communications station where a private comm and video link was uploaded with a press of his digit. The signal was sent to the only bot he knew could pick up on it.

The sound of his spark as a hidden echo location call was answered far too fast for his liking.

There on screen was Soundwave, his Soundwave.

Stripped of additional armor, in his berth with Lazerbeak and Ravage recharging on their respective sides of the large cushioned slab while his mask lay on a desk along with his visor.

Completely bare and gaze worried, relieved, searching, calculating and already getting up to retrieve him, Soundwave in all his natural beauty and elegance stalled Rodimus dermas and gripped his voice box in a vice.

The turbo cat snatched his glossa and he could nothing but sit and half listen to Soundwave shuffle around his hab suite getting ready to retrieve him as he called his cassettes to dock.

“I have your location Hot Rod, I’m not letting any bot get in my way of taking whats mine.”

“Rodimus.”

Seems the turbo cat was actually fox with how sly they decided to play letting his glossa free at such a tragic time on his frames nerves.

“My name is Rodimus now..I became a prime..”

The shock was evident even through the mask but even with news as spark stalling as that Soundwave trudged on and marched quickly from the base he was staying in.

He was outside in the dark low lit lands when Rodimus broke the news telling him to wait.

“I don’t care if you’re a prime now, Rodimus,” his designation sounded like cyber honey on his future conjunxs glossa and Rodimus was really annoyed with his em fluctuating to being charged.

The blush tinting his face paint made Soundwave smirk before continuing his march and Rodimus felt bad all over again.

“I feel i ruin everything..”

“You becoming prime ruins nothing between us, sweet spark.”

“Sweet sparks…” he mumbled, hoping Soundwave both did and did not hear him. But the mech was not called Soundwave for nothing.

“What did you say?”

“I-I said..sweet sparks,” he closed his optics standing on trembling stabilizers that did little to balance him. He gripped the communications desk to stay level as his rounding tank was revealed.

Was it just him or did it seem it grow more now that he was showing his sparklings sire the result of their actions?

“I’m sparked,” he nervously revealed, fright on every bit of his words, “they’re yours,” he finished on bouncing shoulder struts and shaking digits that scratched the surface.

“Say something,” he spewed panicked after moments of silence and shock on Soundwaves part.

The communication line ended abruptly and Rodimus stood there feeling the universe around him expose and leave him for the pits of a nasty rust.

His knee shielding’s buckled and he fell to the chair unrecognized to the air blowing against his sensitive spoiler nor the coolant drenching his facial plating and thigh coverings.

He didn’t feel anything as his sensors and neuronet turned to scrap.

Rodimus doesn’t know how long he sat in the chair leaking. All he knows is that when the sound of commotion entered his audial’s and a sonic boom unlike anything he’s ever felt or heard before shook the entire station and the glass almost cracked knocking him from shock even further.

He didn’t have enough time to straighten himself before he was wrapped in the arms of the bot his spark was created to attach to.

Rodimus felt his neurons fire off one by one as his arms wrapped around the feral bot whose em field promised a painful offlining to any besides himself.

He felt a faint buzzing in the pits of his tanks through the cord that ran to his spark connecting him to his building sparkling.

It took a moment to realize that what he felt was not shock or fear but the sparkling, their sparkling, calling out and accepting Soundwave as their sire.

“Soundwave…”

“Come on.”

“Wha-what..?”

Soundwave helped Rodimus stand fully, arm protective and secure around his future conjunx as he let his em field pulse in warning.

“Where are we going?”

“Home.”

“Home? But-Soundwave I thought, I thought you didn’t want me anymore..I-what will the others say?”

“Rodimus. I will always want you. You are mine, from the moment we grew close you were mine. I don’t care what the others have to say. They know their place. They won’t dare harm you.”

“But..what about Megatron?”

“As third in command and one of his oldest friends, he will give me what I desire. This won’t hinder my work nor will I allow his feelings to come between us. Its either he accepts or lose one of his best soldiers. He knows that.”

Rodimus felt his world lift off after that promise.

He didn’t even realize they were already in Decepticon territory by the time he came back to himself.

It was something he’d later beat himself up over but for now, as they shared a berth and reveled in the energy that was their building sparkling, he allowed himself the weakness of tuning the rest out and focus on the comfort his sparkling and conjunx provided him.

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[mummykink]

RIB15 au where instead of whatever is going on after Prime, Bumblebee ends up as the controversially young dad of Sideswipe and Sunstreaker (the terror twinsTM) after they’re kicked out out of another foster home and Strongarm, the self-proclaimed No.1 Ultra Magnus fangirl (her dream is to read the tyrest accord with him), and it fixes all of their problems

but most importantly and the real purpose of this crack post, Megatron gets an ‘unofficial’ redemption arc where he just turns into the kids’ crusty Peepaw who’s not really all that sorry about what he’s done

just like—Megatron: “I used to be the most feared mech in the galaxy. Planet’s colonies cowered upon hearing my name.”

Bee: “I’m sure Megs :/ but I gotta pick Sides up from practice and then we gotta drop off Sunny’s art project, and that means no one can get Strongarm from her dance lessons—“

Megatron: “I shall do it.”

Bee: “Really?? You’re the best!! Thanks:D.”

Megaton:

[artobotsrollout]

First round of hissy sparkling headcanon commissions!

I had a ton of fun working on these haha. Thank you all for grabbing one! More slots will be open very soon.

[littledemo0n]

So ibis paint just released an animation feature😊😊

[lets-try-some-writing]

May I request a follow up to Fallen Sunbeam? I wanna see Optimus take care of baby Hot Rod.

Why of course you can! I wanted to write more for that AU the moment I churned it out. But no one showed any real interest so I shrugged and continued on my way.

Previous part here.

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It was a strange thing having a sparkling again, and after accepting Hot Rod, there was a degree of regret involved initially. Optimus was most certainly not prepared after a whole vorn spent in mourning the loss of his little warrior. And yet here he was with a sparkling, one who needed his aid and his guidance. There was no worming around it, not when his team were holding him accountable and sent him sparkling care packages the moment Ratchet let them know he agreed to take on Hot Rod as his own.

The sparkling was an experience on his own. Hotrod was quite a bit different from his deceased elder brother. Bumblebee was not a quiet sparkling by any means, but he recharged deeply and did not often wake until he felt good and ready. Hot Rod on the other hand was a little monster in that he woke once a groon whenever he went down for recharge. Optimus's sleep schedule suffered immensely and he found himself falling into more depressive states whenever he rocked Hot Rod back into recharge. All he could see was the son he loved and lost in those blue optics of his newest charge.

It was a chore to get up every cycle and tend to the sparkling that had been given to him. While initially he had been hopeful, he found that spark of affection was still there but smothered by loss. There were many times when he heard Hot Rod crying and found himself comparing the sparkling to Bee. It was not a good mindset, especially when at one point Optimus ignored his charge as he wailed, too tired and unstable to see the sparkling's face at that moment. Luckily for him, his archivists were an excellent aid and tended to Hot Rod when Optimus simply could not. The archivists for their part adored Hot Rod and were quite fond of snatching him to show him the archives and simply keep him around them as they worked. Hot Rod usually had a reasonable time before being separated from Optimus got to him and he began to cry.

It was around a stellar cycle into his care of Hot Rod that Ratchet returned and stayed with Optimus to ensure he was actually taking care of the sparkling. Initially Optimus was rather upset at the idea that he wouldn't care for such an innocent being, however when Ratchet pointed out his blatant neglect, the Prime swiftly shelved his rampaging emotions and put on the mask he did when at war. He mentally shoved Hot Rod's care under the label of duty and from there he managed to keep his dark thoughts at bay. As it turned out, Hot Rod wailed so much simply because he did not like to recharge alone. As soon as Optimus began recharging or otherwise resting beside him, the sparkling was just as calm as Bee. It was too difficult to feel things, and thus Optimus continued operating as though Hot Rod were one of his primely duties until at last he could no longer maintain that vision.

It was such a sudden shift, but as Hot Rod was just learning to walk, he hobbled along on his small legs and babbled incoherently. Optimus dutifully watched on from where he knelt nearby while going over a datapad. Then out of the blue, the sparkling he had come to see as a duty rather than a son called out to him.

"Sire!"

It woke something in Optimus that he had kept hidden away beneath layers upon layers of grief. Next he knew he was wrapping Hot Rod up in his arms murmuring all sorts of praise and encouragement. It hurt immensely to recall how Bee had called for him in the same manner, but with time easing the wounds, he could see the differences between his newest charge and his fallen son. Hot Rod was lively, more wild, and prone to adventure in a way Bee never was. His little warrior wanted to fight, whereas his little flame was far more interested in racing and competition.

It was difficult, but Optimus found himself start to really love the sparkling given to him with time. He began attending therapy sessions with a kind mech named Rung, and as that happened, he grew to be less grieved and more accepting of the new life he had for himself. It was still a very arduous thing for him to not look at Hot Rod and see the son he lost, but slowly Optimus moved out of the inner archives and instead chose a new place of residence up a few levels so that Hot Rod could look outside. After that he found his formerly very minimalist space stocking up with toys for Hot Rod and colorful objects to entertain his sparkling. By the time Optimus stopped going down to the deep archives to tend to Bumblebee's grave so regularly, he was somewhat shocked to notice how lively his residence was after so long. His routine also changed considerably in response to his growing love for the sparkling he initially did not want.

Hot Rod woke from recharge exceptionally early even by wartime standards. The sparkling was always screaming for attention the moment he was online and Optimus had long learned to forget recharging for longer than what was the bare minimum. There was simply no victory. From there Hot Rod was one of the pickiest eaters known to Cybertronian kind as soon as the idea of morning fueling was presented. He had one very specific type of energon he would tolerate and nothing else would suffice, thus when Optimus eventually found himself in need of supplies again, Hot Rod made the issue the whole of the archive's problem. This quickly led many an archivist to keep a stash of Hot Rod's preferred energon around for when the inevitable occurred.

From that point onward the early groons of the cycle largely consisted of getting Hot Rod cleaned, helping him tidy up his room slowly and carefully to teach him how, and then strapping him into his carrier so that Optimus could continue his work while keeping an optic on his charge. As a general rule, up until mid cycle, Hot Rod was largely content to recharge in the sling that served as his carrier, only babbling and uttering "Sire" to get Optimus's attention every now and then. Then of course mid cycle fueling would roll around and at that point any work in the archives Optimus was doing would need to be sidelined in favor of tending to Hot Rod's energetic nature.

For the remainder of the cycle the sparkling would make and absolute menace of himself. Crawling under shelves, trying to fall down the stairs, making a break for the exit on small wobblily legs. trying to eat datapads, and so much more. Watching Hot Rod was a full time job that Optimus took with upmost seriousness. He would often try to teach his charge through games to keep his focus, usually through cards and shiny baubles. It worked to an extent, but Hot Rod was always tamest when placing with the archivists or when he was brought outside. The sparklings very nearly lost his mind the first time he was brought out and spent nearly the whole cycle touching and feeling the ground, which served to make Optimus feel all that more worse about himself and his earlier neglect.

The sparkling was always particularly fond of pointing and looking to Optimus for confirmation regarding what the thing was, to which Optimus would respond with the name of the object, much to Hot Rod's joy. Hot Rod was also very pleased whenever Optimus gave him a datapad to play with. It was always a blank one, meaning that once the sparkling got a hold of it, he could scribble to his spark's content. Many of those drawings were carefully digitized, printed, and kept on the wall in Hot Rod's room. He was so very different from Bee, and yet with every passing cycle the gloom that had overtaken the world faded a little more for Optimus Prime. Hot Rod was most certainly not an easy sparkling, but he was a fresh start, and for that Optimus was willing to keep working forward.

[witchofthesouls]

Kup asking Megatron for the kids to have a play date? I'm imagining little Hot Rod and Mega-Daughter sort of runing and being semi-hostile squirrely at eachother untill Tarn and a assing Ultra Magnus snap "stop that it's against refpgulations," in unison. Cue the kiddos sharing a look and a braincell, then joining forces to drive their chaperones nuts. Kup is chuckling, "looks like ya two gave the mechlings a common enemy."

I can't help but imagine that Hot Rod and Megatron's daughter would have an antagonistic friendship from a Monty Python skit.

They would heckle at each other with the weirdest insults and backhanded compliments. Plus, Hot Rod isn't afraid to give her a noogie, and she's not above pouring hot oil down his armor.

It doesn't help that Hot Rod loves the concept of knighthood, and Megatron's daughter does live in an underwater ship immense castle with her own guards with outside excursions.

Ultra Magnus is on his own. Tarn wouldn't have said anything, but he does hold the (intimidating) air that the Autobot runts shouldn't be around his Lord's only child. And because the D.J.D.'s mandate is internal to the faction, he keeps his hands and words to himself. Usually.

Kup, the badass grandpa he is and always living on the edge of danger, likes needling the tank with the killer voice since Tarn's too uptight.

So far, mechs are betting when Ultra Magnus will either take a break or be forced into Ratchet's mandatory leave with the kids teaming up.

[halenhusky309]

Probably hot take (May be not)!

Even though I have read plenty of TF mech preg fics (For I am obsessed with inserting family structures in cybertronians), mech preg still requires a certain state of my brain to consume it (it happens once every month). Besides, it leans too much to nuclear family and some fics just read like a ™hetero couple (which is fine but it can get bland for a while) when the characters were supposed to be queer.

The whole "carrier" and "sire", I don't know, are basically just mother and father with extra steps. I actually wished for a more communal based family where all elders are responsible for every youngsters within that big community.

Plus, I actually want less fics that portrayed transformers reproductive system like human and mammals in general. We can lean towards the idea that Transformers are just programmed robots created by another alien race (like Quintessions) that gain sentience and conscience, but I personally prefer the cybertronians being it owns species for certain reasons which I will elaborate in anther post.

So how would Cybertronians form a family? It actually starts with one bot form Amica bonds with multiple bots (I will never get rid of Amica and Conjunx Endura), but that doesn't mean those multiple bots are amica as they only form amica bond to that one first bot. When those same multiple bots form amica endura among the group, they can decide whether they want to form familial bond and become a hive (or sth equivalent to a family without being called a family).

So where do the cybertronian younglings fit into this? I have headcanoned that cybertronians reproduce similar to the ants, where there is only one *special cybertronian, which is technically Primus, being fully in charge of creating new cybertronians at the hot spot (I will elaborate more of this in another post). So basically, these amicas from the hive (If someone suggests a better name, please let me know) will adopt these newly born cybertronians and become their mentors and caretakers. So for cybertronian younglings/sparklings, a mentor or caretaker is the equivalence to parents (I like the word curae or curator to indicate a cybertronian play a role of rearing a youngling)

Plus, it is more popular, or even the norm that cybertronians to form amica endura to form a family/hive and adopt new-born cybertronians than two bots form conjunx endura bond to form a family. A conjunx couple can still adopt sparklings, but at least one of the couple is expected to have amica bond with other bots to be able to form familial group/hive.

[r0b0tbrainr0t]

I was thinking about how cats scruff their kittens and then I had the thought of what if sparklings had handles on the back of their necks that their parents can hold them from and just Optimus holding hot rod and bumble bee like a pair of briefcases when they misbehaved when small.

[ultracreativelywritten]

Sparkling trine along with Bee and Skyfire all get bored watching their caretakers Optimus and Megatron fight..again so they end up all falling asleep which the two later discover and some how have to separate them without waking them up

Starscream yawned as he leaned against Skyfire, the little seeker’s optics flickered on and off. Skyfire wasn’t far behind, yawing in unison with Starscream. Thundercracker, Skywarp, and Bumblebee had already fallen into recharge, in one big pile.

“I think they forgot about naptime,” Deadlock said with a giggle.

“Should we tell them?” Hot Rod asked. The two turned their helms to the ongoing battle, no side was any closer to winning.

The two looked at each other and said, “Nah.”

—————

Optimus and Megatron looked at the sleeping sparklings, wondering how they could untangle the sparklings without waking them.

“Why didn’t you two tell us nap time was coming close?” Megatron hissed quietly.

“You should have known that,” Hot Rod hissed back.

“Now everything’s going to be alright,” Deadlock said, “we could wait for them to wake up.”

“Waking Starscream is almost impossible,” Megatron muttered, “and he’s a nightmare if he doesn’t get his full nap.”

“Bumblebee can be pure energy after he wakes up,” Optimus said, “he has to go for a drive around the base when he wakes up.”

“I don’t see why we can’t just pick them up and take care of them at our base,” Hot Rod said, “Skyfire is a slow riser, he and Starscream can take their time to wake up after their nap.”

“Thundercracker and Skywarp are ready to go the minute they wake up,” Deadlock said, “I’m sure that they could help Bee with his energy.” Megatron and Optimus looked at each other before sighing.

“Alright,” Megatron said as he picked up Skywarp, Thundercracker, and Bumblebee, carefully maneuvering limbs and wings, “but don’t wake up Starscream too early. He’s a nightmare.”

“Hot Rod,” Optimus said as he picked up Starscream and Skyfire, “go with Megatron to make sure that Bee doesn’t hurt himself or anyone else during his zoomies drive.”

“Deadlock,” Megatron growled, “go with Optimus to make sure they go with Starscream’s wake up routine.” The two nodded and followed the two leaders.

[dj-baklava]

Something I’ve been thinking about for a bit

Megaton watched as the newest of the decepticon troops, a set of twins argued with one another. A glimpse of a memory danced in the lords mind of before all of this before he lost his beloved and his children, the memory was bittersweet.

Three sparklings played an older boy and a set of twins one black and yellow the other black and orange, the older brother was trying to get the twins under control while Orion smiled sweetly at there children.

“Hay boss man?!” Megan’s was broken from his trial of thoughts but the current twins in front of him.

“Ya kinda zoned man” he sighed these two where nothing like his twins they where rude, arguing and fighting with one another nothing like the two sweet boys of his own.

“It’s nothing just” he sighed “leave me be, and starscream” the seeker standing next to his lord head popped up from his clipboard.

“Yes my lord?” He had an idea of what his order may be but none the lest sat and waited.

“Set up a time for me to visit out post 3”

“Out post 3? The prince’s out post?” Those where not the words the seeker wished to say really wished he could have said his cojinx’s out post but his lord would have shot him then and there.

“Yes I wish to visit my son” the smallest yet most genuine smile crossed the war lords face giving his second in command a glimmer of hope.

“Right away my lord shall I inform prince monarch of your arrival?”

“No it’s there birthday soon so let it be a surprise” at heart megaton dearly loved his twin sparklings and even the oldest who was not his own even if only one of them followed his footsteps, he still loved his family

[spophiearts]

Yeah more dadimus... Hot Rod and Bee are his unruly sons

[cozzzynook]

Ravage realizing Rodimus is carrying first.

Rodimus does not understand why he can’t get comfortable anymore unless Soundwave is beside him or Lazerbeak is keeping watch over him during the day.

He can’t recharge well unless Soundwave is holding him and he feels so bad because he’s always exhausted now and feels strange like he’s cold whenever Soundwave isn’t touching him or he isn’t inside their nest.

He feels like he’s going crazy when he can’t drink his usual grade and has to settle for grade that tastes so bitter without anything sweet but a few liquid drops of nickel and iron the same way Soundwave likes his. He doesn’t even like spicy copper sticks anymore, he prefers the sour kind like Soundwave, which again, annoys him to no end.

and for the life of him he doesn’t want to tell Soundwave who will no doubt worry and he can’t exactly bring himself to stop defending his spark and tanks almost all hours of the day as if something or some bot other than himself, Soundwave, Lazerbeak or Ravage would dare get close to them.

Speaking of Ravage the feline and longest companion of Soundwave is now always next to him.

During the day when he goes off to work, during the afternoons when he waits for Soundwave to get home and at night sleeping on top of him with claws extended as if to shield and protect him.

He doesn’t even mind that Ravage is doing this. He actually likes it which scares him.

Ravage paws and kneads at his tanks when he sits down. Purrs with his helm on his tanks nudging and rubbing against the sensitive metal making him feel so safe which drives him crazy because he’s one a solider and fighter and two a prime with a powerful outlier that he hasn’t had the energy to use in weeks.

He finds Ravage is never far from him and even brings him a cube of energon just moments before he realizes the helmache is from hunger and not paperwork.

He can’t find it in himself to stop giving Ravage all the scratches and pets and treats she wants. Spoiling her and picking her up when she asks which is a weird thing since she usually only lets Soundwave carry her.

She’s sort of given Soundwave the tail in favor of draping herself over Rodimus tanks during recharge and even went as far as to bite at Soundwave for trying to move her.

Both of them were seriously shocked at this since Ravage loves Soundwave and never did anything like that, ever.

Rodimus tried asking why she did that and she wouldn’t answer, just nuzzled into his tanks and set a paw over his spark and curled up against him.

She even refused the call to dock into Soundwave.

They were both thinking about taking her to see Ratchet. They were talking about Ravage’s odd behavior and decided to bring her to him who promptly told them nothing was wrong with Ravage and the feline former was ticked at being brought to a doctor when she could’ve been at home recharging.

Ratchet watched as Ravage curled up and put a protective paw on Rodimus tanks and growled at Soundwave and himself when it clicked for the medic.

“Rodimus?”

“Yeah Doc?”

“tell me, have you been feeling tired lately?”

“Umm yeah?”

“Hard time enjoying energon like you used to?”

“Yeah, i’ve been drinking the same kind Soundwave usually drinks for weeks its driving me a little crazy. I hate it but it tastes so good!”

“And has Ravage been staying with you all hours of the day and protecting you?”

“Well, yeah actually. Won’t let me leave for work without her and she sleeps on my tanks now too.”

“And have you been nesting a lot more? Often on edge without Soundwave, Lazerbeak and Ravage?”

“I uh,” the look Soundwave was giving him made Rodimus inch away only for Soundwave to pull him closer making Ravage hiss and protect Rodimus by giving a harmless swipe to Soundwave, though the message was still clear.

“I think I know whats going on.”

“You do? Great! Whats going on with Ravage doc?”

“Ravage is completely fine. Doing exactly as she should actually. You on the other servo Rodimus, are sparked.”

“Excuse me?!”

Soundwave yelled out a clip of static and Ravage stayed protecting Rodimus.

“Ravage can sense and smell that you are carrying and as such is protecting you since you are her family. She has no ill will towards you Soundwave, she is just doing what her instincts demand of her and that is total protection of the sparkling and carrier under her possession.”

The two looked at Ratchet, then Ravage, then Rodimus’s tanks before each other and Soundwave pulled Rodimus in for a tight hug pressing Ravage between the two making her yowl.

“When we get home we’re going to have a long discussion about you keeping things from me.”

-

[ask-the-sparklings]

I present -

All the currently Ask-able Characters, profiles properly done, & in color!

They may be Gacha, but it’ll do. :). Anyway, for now - have fun reading, and asking!

The Ask Box is now Open!

[pinkanonwrites]

Gotta get my head on straight so I can write the G1 Hot Rod/Car Wash Attendant Reader I've had buzzing in my brain for literal months.

Like imagine you work at a car wash near Autobot city and have had a few bot customers in the past, typically bots like Pipes and Beachcomber after they got a bit too dirty roughing it around the open terrain. But today it's Hot Rod, and boy does he live up to his name. Perfect paint, golden flame decals, a slick spoiler? He's quite a looker, that's for sure.

And you'd heard about Hot Rod from his teammates before, but he's surprisingly.... Not as bombastic as you may have expected? He's definitely chatty, but it's more of a long-winded, almost anxious string of babble. His wheels shift back and forth like nervous feet as you smooth the wax across his hood, and at one point your fingers trace the edge of his spoiler and he responds by nearly jumping out of his wheel wells, joined by the loudest HONK you'd ever heard come out of a sports car.

Meanwhile, from Hot Rod's perspective, he's cursing Beachcomber for telling him what a nice place this was to relax. How can he relax when the human feeling up his door jambs and hubcaps is so cute? Hot Rod doesn't do embarrassed, but something about you just makes his tanks turn in the best possible way. He's not even sure what he's talking about, just that the act of running his mouth is distracting enough that you don't notice the way his engine revs every time your fingers dance along the seams of his panels. He's sparkling clean on the outside when he finally trundles out of your car wash, but in his processor he's an absolute MESS.

You don't even notice the pinkish puddle on the concrete right below where he'd been parked, as it's quickly washed away by the hose.

[artificial-transmutations]

Two sides of the same coin - Sauna

"Come on, it's just sauna! Nobody will care if you are naked!" Dan said, trying to convince Chris to join him in the sauna for once. It wasn't the first time he tried, but Chris was stubborn.

"And besides, you really need to go out more. You're always home alone." Dan continued to press the point.

"Ugh. Fine!" Chris caved in.

Dan smiled triumphantly at him and quickly headed towards the bathroom, leaving Chris behind. As soon as he closed the door, Chris regretted giving in so easily. He hated being seen without clothes on. But Dan was probably right, he really should go out more. And doing something for his health for a change also sounded agreeable.

Only half an hour later, they arrived at the sauna. It was sunny Saturday afternoon, so most people were outside, making the empty sauna not much of a surprise. Chris didn't mind - that way, he wouldn't have any gay guys staring at his junk while he was in there.

Not that this would happen anyway. It's not that Chris wasn't attractive (he thought), with his guy next door look, but his roommate Dan was something else. Dan was that kind of guy who spend way too much time at the gym, eating healthy and brought home a different girl almost every night. In short, Dan was the stereotypical jock.

Both men quickly got changed and entered the sauna. The heat hit them immediately, as hot air was rushing through the ventilation system. They stood there for a moment, enjoying the warmth and humidity. Then, they sat down on one of the wooden benches. It took Chris a bit to get acclimated to the hot air. Dan however was leaning back relaxed, with his eyes closed and man-spreading badly.

Chris just shook his head and tried to relax as well. However, as he was leaning back, he noticed something a sparkle next to Dan's hand.

"Hey Dan, look, next to your right hand. What's that?" he asked?

Dan opened his eyes and looked at what Chris was pointing at. He saw it too now, a small glimmering coin lying next to his hand. Curiously, Dan reached over to pick up the coin.

As he did so, the coin disappeared into thin air.

"What the..."

"It's gone," Dan said confusedly, looking around the bench and under it.

"Did you drop it?"

"No... I don't think so."

Dan shook his head. "Weird. Anyway, back to relaxing."

Chris nodded and leaned back again, wondering how such a small thing could disappear so suddenly. He decided to focus on getting warm instead.

After a few minutes, however, Chris felt weird. He couldn't help looking over to Dan again, who was relaxing in about the same pose as before, his skin wet with sweat. He could really understand why the girls were all over him, the sweat accentuated his toned muscles nicely and he always kept clean and well-groomed. He couldn't help but feel a pang of inferiority. He could never hope to get such a body.

Meanwhile, Dan felt really good. The hot damp air was relaxing and stimulating, even making him a bit horny. Perhaps he would have to hit the bars after this, find some girl for tonight.

He started thinking about how to approach a girl he wanted to fuck, or perhaps two girls at once, and how he might get them both naked. Damn, he was getting hard just thinking about it. Should he hide his erection? He wasn't alone here, after all.

Dan looked over to see if Chris had noticed anything amiss, but the other boy seemed lost in thought. Dan sighed and turned back to his own thoughts. He didn't want to hide anyways. Dan was, of course, not gay, no, not a single gay thought in his mind. But the thought of poor little Chris being confronted with his big stiff rod was strangely exciting for Dan. He knew that Chris' cock was smaller than his own, he had seen it before.

When Chris looked over to Dan the next time, he could see him smirking. Not only that, but as he looked over, Dan's cock was slowly rising, growing stiff all out in the open. Chris rolled his eyes. Probably, Dan was thinking about girls. Did he have to do that here? Still, his cock was pretty magnificent. Cut, straight and glistening from sweat and especially, it was big. Dan was really blessed with a great body, Chris thought. And he did take good care of it, too. His crotch was always shaved cleanly. Was it? Chris leaned closer to have a better look through the foggy air. No, actually, it was not. Apparently, Dan had been somewhat lazy on grooming down there. Several dark hairs framed his fully erect cock now and there were even some on his balls. Also, Chris was pretty sure, Dan was cut. The mouth-watering cock (where did that thought come from?) in front of him however clearly still had its foreskin. It was getting harder and harder for Chris to think, his head felt like cotton.

Perhaps, he should try something new, Dan mused. Normally, he went for the big-breasted bimbos, but today he felt more like trying something new. A tomboy girl perhaps, with only the smallest tits? Or perhaps even completely flat-chested? His hand went over his abs. He felt the short hairs there and the layer of fat over his six pack. Sure, he wasn't as well in shape as he used to be, but it was still enough to get anyone he wanted into his bead. There were enough girls having daddy issues and most boys loved his mixture of fat and muscles. He stroked through his forest of chest hair and closed his hand around his cock, beginning to pump.

Chris couldn't believe his eyes. Now Dan had started jerking off, right in the middle of a public sauna. How... strangely exciting, he thought. Chris leaned even closer to have a better look and felt himself lose balance, falling forward on the bench. He felt incredibly weak. His body was soft and sort of fluffy. What was happening?

Yeah, Dan grinned to himself, as he was pumping his hairy cock. He certainly wouldn't have difficulties finding a boy or two to worship his ex-jock body tonight. He imagined some twink licking his hairy chest and another one being pressed into Dan's musky and hairy armpits. That brought him over the edge and Dan came all over himself, the bearded face showing pure bliss.

After panting for a bit, he looked around before he spotted his discarded towel on the other bench. He used it to wipe his cum and dry off some sweat before wrapping it around his still stiff groin and went to leave. Time to hit the clubs.

You can find all parts of the series here - but don't worry, they are not connected!