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Hello, can you do, Pharma x pregnant reader, which Pharma pampers his pregnant conjux, and you can also do Blurr x conjux reader, where Blurr begins pampering his sparkling newborn
Princess treatment:
Summary; your lover, Pharma, finally decides to pamper you.
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Pharma’s been acting very,, different lately, being more caring and,, sweet, towards you. It took you off guard when he suddenly picked up what you dropped, not laughing at watching you struggle like last time.
Maybe he was finally considering you were caring for too now, and maybe laughing at you as you struggle to bend and pick up what slipped from your servos wasn’t very,, ‘nice’ of him.
Pharma struggles with his own issues, having to harvest T-cogs and transfer them in secret was no easy task, especially for someone who works solo, like him. But you appreciated the effort nonetheless, happy he isn’t finding joy in watching you struggle doing day to day things each cycle.
Pharma has even started trying PDA with you, which was new for someone like him. He was never one for physical affection, only ever kissing in the privacy of his medical bay. But then again maybe he got carried away last time, haven’t had seen you in so long he,, he missed you, a lot. And it resulted in a little make-up bonding, at least that’s the excuse he uses.
The pregnancy was sudden, a surprise to both of you, more for Pharma because well, he thought he was sterile. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, it’s just,, with the DJD in all, Pharma has his worries.
So he’s spending as much time as he can with you and his soon to be sparkling, wanting to at the very least leave a good image of him if something sudden happened.
Perhaps it’s why you two are doing this now,,
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You stood by and watched as Pharma focused on fixing up the berth, prepping it and fluffing up the silky pillows for you. It was a sweet gesture, really, your frames been aching ever since the added weight so,, this would be a good change of pace for you.
Your lover gently coaxed you to lay down, his servo softly cupping your helm as he held you close, steadily lowering you to rest in the silky and soft sheets of your shared berth.
A soft sigh escaped your intake, now finally able to properly rest. Pharma sat above you, his servos planted on your thigh plates, rubbing half circles as he gently soothed you. Your legs were propped open by his waist, his hip struts keeping your legs in place as his servos slowly worked up to cup your breast plates.
They fit in the palm of his servo, with a grunt he rolled his digits, kneading into the soft and pliable metal, studying how much your frame changed from the carrying cycle.
Your derma would part with your soft moans, your optics shyly looking away as he kneaded your chassis, it’s been a while since Pharma last touched you, it really has..
Your optics flickered as he suddenly halted, instead slowly and lightly tracing his digits down your curvy frame, stopping at your legs.
Pharma shifted and leaned back, resting on his front as he was now faced with your interface panel. His touch leaving ripples and condensation in its wake, your frame was slowly heating up under his intense gaze.
Pharma leaned in a bit, taking a whiff of your panel with a groan. His thumbs gently pulling your inner thighs malleable armor back a bit so he could get a better angle.
The tip of his nose pressed against your hood as he leaned deeper, taking in your fertile scent. His breath was hot and heavy against your panel, making your frame shudder under the contact.
Pharma planted gentle kisses along your panels outlining, teasing and peppering kisses here and there, nibbling and leaving little metallic hickeys in his wake.
He changed his position and rested his arms under the back of your thighs, reaching around to hold you as he continued his trail of love-bites around your thighs and panel.
With another grunt he pulled away, his sky blue optics focusing in on your flushed faceplate, your energon lines running hot and the sound of your spark being was audible through your chassis.
Your servo dug into the silky sheets, watching him and waiting for his next move. Your panel was hot, but you wouldn’t open it until you knew for sure that’s what your conjunx was after.
His digits reached and pulled at your thigh plates rubber like armor, exposing your panel more to him. with one last whiff he spoke, his voice gruff and heavy with thick tension and arousal; “open up, I’m starvin’ ere’.” It was husky and dripped in pure desire and want.
Without hesitating you went through with it, transforming the panel open with a soft ‘click’. Pharma was met with your mesh of soft rubber like flesh, it dribbled in arousal fluids and oils, lubricants coating it in a thin sheet. He watched your array pulse, your poor valve was swollen, puffy and wet from the lack of use.
He leaned forward again and instead took a breath, blowing cold air against your mesh of folds. A deep and raspy chuckle escaped his dermas as he felt you squirm in his tight embrace, the smell of your hormones only getting stronger in the small vicinity.
Leaning in again he pressed his dermas against your valves wet lips, the tip of his nose digging into your exterior node from the sudden pressure. He planted gentle kisses against your valve, taking in the scent of your arousal and heady smell.
He opened his intake and took a long drag with his glossa, appreciatively watching as your frame arched and shuddered at the lick of his thick glossa. The metallic and rubber like muscle pressed flat against your valve, lapping up at your juices slowly but surely, he even made sure to flick his glossa against your exterior nodes, taking advantage of his knowledge of what exactly your frame reacts most too.
You jerked a bit, his glossa warm against your puffy valve, his hot breath only adding to the rooms thick tension with each drag of his. Each time his dermas and glossa pressed into your folds, a lewd squelch would resonate from the small vicinity.
He used his middle and index digit to spread your valves folds further, deepening his sucking as he playfully flicked and nibbled on your node, clearly enjoying the way you’d shudder at the overwhelming contact.
He hummed as he suckled on your node and dragged down to lick and kiss at the base of your fat valve, the vibrations only making you arch your back further into him, moans spewing out of your intake with each sinful drag of his against your folds.
Your abdomen tightened with built up charge at each flick of his glossa, his lewd sucking and nibbling only pushing you further over the edge. He hummed again and moved his thumb down to rub at your node, pressing and pinching it as he was determined to get you off.
With one final flick of his glossa you overloaded, hard. Shivers wracking up your frame as he helped you through your high, gently holding you as your trans-fluid squirted and spewed all over his chin and intake. He greedily drank all you could give, taking one last drag of your valve before he pulled off with a wet ‘pop’.
His chin was covered in your fluids, they dribbled down his mouth and chin. His skillful glossa eagerly cleaning the mess, or at least, what he could reach of it.
Once satisfied he leaned over you, being mindful of your swollen abdomen as he did.
He quickly captured your lips, wanting to give you a taste of what he just devoured. The smell of your arousal was heavy in his breath, his breath hot and mixing with yours. Your glossa’s melted together, intermingling and dancing with one another.
He gently took your servos in his, taking away your breath in the process as he greedily sucked the tip of your glossa. Your taste heavy on his glossa, your built up saliva mixing and dribbling down both of your chins at the intense unity.
He moaned into your mouth, reaching a servo down to rub at his groin panel, being very aroused from servicing you. With a huff he pulled away, tilting his fore-helm to rest against yours, Pharma solely focused on your beautiful optics.
The two of you caught your breath, your sparks beating with one another as you held each other close. Pharma knew he should give you a well deserved break, you’re gonna need it,, after all.
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<3uhm- kinda smutty so, have this,,?
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PUNISH AND ENSLAVE:
Summary; sparing a autobot gets you in trouble, and not in the way you think.
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Your optics were solely focused on the metallic flooring beneath your chair, only further shying away from Tarns broad stare.
He glared down at you, his red ruby optics casting a faint glow on your much smaller frame.
The faint tapping of his clawed digits against the metal desk was the only sound in the tight office, it resonated off the hollow walls, bouncing around the room with each coordinated tap.
He watched you like prey, studying how you squirmed in your seat, and averted your gaze, waiting for you to submit, admit you were in the wrong and he was right, but,, that’d come at a later time, for now, he’s focused on delivering justice.
“Tell me,, did you really think that I wouldn’t find out,,? That I’d give you a simple pass, leeway, if you will. If you begged nicely,,?”
He paused, his dark and obscured face glinted as he shifted in his seat. The chair creaking under pressure as he leaned forward a bit, wanting a closer look of your fearful gaze.
“That’s not how I work, I deliver justice, not mercy. But you knew that already,, didn’t you,,?”
You did know that already, and you knew damn well not to waste his time on petty things like this. You swallowed down your collected saliva, feeling dread bubble in your lower chambers with each word he spoke.
He kept a polite tone, keeping himself proper as he thought about what to do with you. You weren’t a fighter, no no not at all, you were a meek thing, small and had no fighting experience. It was,, laughable, to him at least. To watch you squirm under his scorching gaze, his stare alone bothering you and making you scoot away from him.
He studied how you breathe, taking note and eyeing your chassis, watching as it rose and fell with each shaky and labored breath of yours. And yet, you still refused to look at him, to ashamed too.
He drank up your fear, enjoying your anxiety and dread as he sat before you. With another creak, he shifted to rest on his elbow joints, his helm resting on his mechanical knuckles.
You tried your best to swallow your fear, because if you didn’t, Tarn would eat you alive. And that was a fact, something you tried desperately to avoid. He feeds off of your fear, taking pride in the fact he’s the cause of said emotions swirling and settling inside of you.
He tilted his helm, taking in your features as time clicked by, second by second, he only eyed you up. He caught himself glancing at your chassis more than once, taking in the mold and curves of it, every single intricate detail.
Perhaps he should,, shift the punishment a bit, feeling a small change of spark as he started to appreciate your build a bit.
With a heavy sigh he pulled back, leaning away and letting you breathe for the first time since you stepped in. He sat up, all proper as he glanced behind you, at the door.
“You were put on the list with the intention of learning your wrongs, so clearly you know why you are here, yes,,? You’re here to learn, and to indulge in your mistake, to make sure it never happens again.”
He paused again, taking a breath and relaxing a bit, now having an idea on exactly what he wants to do you.
A dark grin tugged at his dermas, going unnoticed by you of course, being obscured by the fear inducing mask of his. He wanted to see you break, to beg for redemption and forgiveness by his servo.
“Of course,, there is,, one way, to be forgiven.”
He went silent again, noticing the way your frame perked up when he uttered those words, hope started to brew in your spark at the mention of redeeming yourself.
If only you knew exactly what the cruel mech had in mind.
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It was wrong, so very wrong. and Tarn knew that, but he hadn’t an ounce of care about it, more interested in indulging that frame of yours.
He moved like an experienced mech, you thought he was, with the way he touched you oh so confidently, acting as if he’s done this countless times.
Tarn quickly tugged you over, pulling you and pinning your much smaller build against his broad one, burying his faceplate into the crook of your neck to catch your musky scent.
You scrambled and squirmed in his strong hold, petrified that this, was well- the only option he gave you to redeem yourself.
He only pressed harder as you fought back, scared at what he wanted, to punish you is one thing, but to tear away your innocence is another.
Tarns reasoning for such harsh treatment and pressure, was that he simply wanted a taste. The pressure building up in his lower abdomen as he grew excited about it, eager to get a slice of heaven, just for himself.
Tarn pulled back, giving you a moment before he took things a step further. Watching you catch your breath and shudder, disbelief wracking your frame as you settled down, last thing you wanted was for Tarn of all people to start talking.
He quickly grew satisfied with you, pleased that you were slowly but surely submitting to his whim. Tarn pressed your frame into the table, coaxing you to lay on your front, exposing yourself further for him.
He let out a satisfied purr as you did, pleased by your obedience so far. Tarns servo wrapped around your hips, pulling your aft to grind against his groin panel, eliciting a groan mixed with a chuckle at your sudden squeak from the oh so bold action.
You kept still, trying your best to focus your breathing as his clawed digits traced your frames curves, dipping into the small details and watching as condensation built up in a trail from his ghostly touches.
You, you would do perfectly.
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Your servos dug into the metal of the table, scratching and clawing as you gripped at it, wanting to stabilize yourself and find a better grounding.
Your valve burned as he pushed in, aching and pulsing as Tarn slowly pressed in with a sigh. Your calipers clenching down and squeezing his spike, trying to force out the sudden intrusion. The head of his spike poked through the last seal, muttering profanity about how tight of a fit you were under his breath as he hilted finally.
His spike was heavy inside you. the ribs only dragging at your valves sensitive and velvety walls. You felt full, your legs spread fully as you desperately tried to steady your breath and focus on adjusting to the sudden stretch.
His ribbed spike deliciously pulled on your valves tight walls as he pulled out, the tip of his spike still pressed inside as he shuddered in pure pleasure at the feeling.
With a slow grind he slowly pressed back in, eliciting a deep moan from deep inside his vocalizer. Your warm and wet valve only welcoming him back in, greedily swallowing him whole.
The head of his spike kissed at your gestation chambers entrance as he hilted again, his thighs shaking at the fullness and feeling of your valve sucking him back in.
He held your hips still, the lewd smack of metal resonated throughout the room as his Hips met your aft in a swift thrust. A squeal escaped your intake and dripped down your glossa as he repeated the motion again, and again.
His thrusts were steady and languid, more determined on keeping pace and keeping his thrusts heard and slow. Your digits dragged across the table with each buck of his hips, the burn melting in searing hot pleasure deep inside the pits of your abdomen.
With each steady buck it sent your frame jumping higher up the table, moaning out like a Turbofox in heat. Pleasure overrode the feeling of guilt, your module blank as you attempted to recall exactly how you got in such a lewd position, but couldn’t really find yourself to care about it.
His spike bullied your ceiling node, abusing it as he sped up a bit, enjoying the pleasure from such harsh blows, each thrust only knocking the air out of you.
He muttered unintelligible praises under his breath, appreciating of your compliance as he had his way with you.
Before you knew it, you felt the knot deep inside snap, unwind as your frame shuttered and shut off for a nano-klik, your frame slump against the desk as your juicy valve fluttered around his spike, milking him as you came down from your high.
He gave a few lazy thrusts before finally coming undone, his spike tensed and twitched inside you, shooting ropes after ropes of thick trans-fluid into your valves canal. It was warm, and heavy inside of you.
Your optics clicked back on, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm your poor frame. Tarn on the other hand was in cloud 9, having had the best first frag ever. He reluctantly pulled out, not wanting to finish the fun yet.
He was mesmerized by the flood of trans-fluids, he watch in amusement as the thick and sticky fluids dribbled out of your stretched out valve, globs dribbling down your thighs and dripping onto the floor with small little taps. Your legs shook a bit, shuddering each time a small clump of the thick fluids leaked out of you.
Tarn gave you aft a small pat, retracting his spike back into his groins panel. He sat back down in his seat, taking in the sight of your pretty fragged out state. Your fans and vents on the highest setting to calm your poor frame down, the condensation slowly drying as you sat there, a bit unsteady.
Tarn was pleased, greatly so. You’ve earned your name being cleared from the list, so good job on your part. Tarn will make sure you,, slip up a bit more, so he could try this again.
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UHM yeah
#Tarn#DJD#transformers#transformers idw#x reader#valveplug#SO UH#THIS WAS ABOUT THE IDEA I HAD THE OTHER DAY AND
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WAIT
what if you do like- a sin, (in decepticon terms- betrayal or unloyal to the cause) and you go to the DJD (specifically tarn) to beg for forgiveness.
like you spare a autobot, instant put-on-the list material. So you quickly go to tarn, to beg for forgiveness.
and tarn is like- a Christian loser, a virgin, his only lover is his hand. So maybe his punishment could be,, ‘interfacing’- ‘punishing’ you and making you atone for your actions
AND your like- really desperate to not, like, die so of course you say yes- thing is, your a virgin too-
uuuhhh- going crazy guys-
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should I start writing for transformers 1?-
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Whirl x carrying! Reader
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“Whirl,,-“
You ushered quietly, not wanting him to get in trouble with Ultra Magnus again. He’s been more challenging as of late, troubling to any poor mech thats roughhousing or way too close (from what he says).
“I Swear,,! If anybody even TRIES to hurt you, or our whirl Jr- or our sparkling, I’ll-“
Whirl was on his rant again, going on and on about how he’ll tear any mech apart for staring at you the wrong way, saying only he could ogle you..
With a sigh you held Whirl Jr, the small sparkling only beeping and chirping, nuzzling into the crane of your neck.
You held him close, watching and observing Whirl as he went on and on with his rant, at this point monologuing about it. With a sigh you sat down, across from your screeching lover.
Whirl Jr watched his sire curiously, the small sparkling snuggled against you, settled atop your baby bump.
“Whirl,,”
You spoke again, hoping to get his attention this time, if only for a second..
He snapped his thin helm towards you, his long neck stretching to get in your faceplate, perhaps you needed something,,? He wasn’t sure..
“Yes, babe,,?”
He was quick at answering, stopping his rant to hear your sweet voice, having caught his attention swiftly. He waited patiently, considering you just said his designation for fun.
“Please, for primus sake- just,, relax. No one’s going to hurt us, okay,,?”
His tense frame went lax a bit, finding solace in your words for a hot klik. He paused, considering his choices, having found one he settled on, he sat next to you with a sigh.
His long neck craned to rest on yours, his claws reaching around you to hold you and Whirl Jr, ‘cupping’ the small baby bump on your lower abdomen, his claw curiously tracing the mounds curves and crevices.
He huffed, his singular yellow optic glancing down at you, now a bit more brighter and larger, clearly fond and appreciative of such a moment.
“Fine, fine, maybe I was being a bit,, too dramatic- But! If something WERE to happen, do I have permission to blow their helm off,,?”
He tilted his helm curiously, his lanky limbs pulling you close as he focused in on you and Whirl Jr.
A soft laugh emitted from your vocalizer, the sound resonating through the small area you two were residing in, his ‘protective sire’ antics eliciting a genuine laugh from you.
Fine, maybe you’ll indulge him a bit on that, though seeing how unpredictable your conjunx endura is, you best take his threat with,, a grain of salt.
“Okay- fine, if it ever comes down to that, you can.”
This comforted him more, finally relaxing against you. He started beeping and chirping at whirl Jr, your adopted sparkling, the small punk started chirping back at his sire, rather enthusiastic.
You sat back as they blabbered nonsense at one another, not understanding a single thing they were saying, only listening in as your conjunx and small sparkling ‘conversed’.
You were at peace, safe in your lovers arms. Finally having a sparkling of your very own, along with Whirl Jr of course. Excited to give him a little sibling to care for, and to inhibit the process of child rearing.
Your two hyper mechs eventually settled down, Whirl Jr softly beeping and chirping as he slept on your chassis, Whirl was fast asleep, recharging on your back.
Safe, safe and sound, these are the words to describe your soon to be complete family unit..
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this is like- a half of a request, I’m working on part 2 for the deadlock/drift x carrying! Reader
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“May I please draw your OC?”
Reblog this message if you encourage anyone that wants to draw your OC to do so. No need to ask for permission in advance.
Go for it. Draw my OC. If you want, I’ll even give you reference posts. Go to town on it.
You are welcome to draw my OC and surprise me with the result. Seriously. In fact, I encourage it. I will proudly display whatever it is you submit to me regarding my OC. There is a chance that I will squeal about it for several days.
Even if you feel you aren’t good at whatever artistic adventure it is you do, please feel free to submit it to me. I want to see what you have done.
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you can do, Deadlock pampering his conjux pregnant with his sparkling
Deadlock x Carrying! Reader
(Reader is cybertronian.)
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You didn’t like lounging around, in fact, you hated it. But you couldn’t really do anything, not with how much your frame was aching.
Your lower back strut ached horribly, your front heavier than it used to be. Your breaths heavy as you attempted to stand up, having had enough of just sitting around.
Before you could though, Deadlock beat you to it. He was quick to coax you back to sitting down, cooing at you and patting at your small bump.
Deadlock took his,, ‘Siring’ job seriously, never resting fully when around you. Despite being a fear inducing decepticon, he sure was a worrywart with you, determined on making this easier for you.
Your conjunx tensed, gently pressing you back down to comfortably sit. His red optics glinted in the rooms dim lighting, with a sigh he sat beside you, snuggling into your frame and keeping you close.
“,,Stay put, don’t wanna risk it.”
He mumbled between your jaw and neck, his breath a warm kiss to your cables. You huffed, too tired to fight back, allowing him to happily cup your small baby bump.
It’s always like this, he never let you work,
Instead he did all it. He was an eager sire, ready for his little sparkling, and ready for his carrier to be a mother.
It’s strange, you were a neutral once. It’s strange how one minute you weren’t even on a side- (you still aren’t) only for the deadliest decepticon to conjunx and impregnate you.
You didn’t come willingly, at first, in fact you fought back. Eventually returning feelings after a while of chaos, allowing him to conjunx you and make you a carrier.
He actually enjoyed your now endowed frame, happily kneading his claws into your now plump thighs. He always kissed you, everywhere he could reach he would.
But maybe it’s not so bad, other than the tiring frame change, or the lack of proper work. You could get used to it, used to lazing around, and used to your conjunx, Deadlock, taking care of you like this,,
“Mh,, need anything’,,?”
He shifted to be level with your faceplate, curious and wanting to take care of you. With a sigh you nodded, feeling rather thirsty after a long cycle of just sitting around.
He planted a soft kiss on your faceplate, quickly getting up and fetching you something to drink, now resting on the lounge chair.
Maybe it wasn’t so bad,, you could get used to it,,
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Eh! I did it! It’s my first time for writing for a pregnant reader so please enjoy!
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if requests are open, could you write ratchet helping masc bot reader with period cramps? (im suffering rn 😭)
Ratchet x reader (transmasc) period cramps :(
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It honestly felt like you were punched in the gut, it really did. It was a heavy weight on your lower abdomen, pressure that only pressed further on your gut.
What made this whole experience worse was that your lower back ached, it burned and honestly just hurt. You couldn’t move due to it, instead you just took the day off, resting back and lazing about the couch.
The only sound in the room was your pained grunts and huffs, along with a certain someone- or some mech; in the corner, trying to focus on fixing the teleporter.
Ratchet was clearly irritated, grunting in annoyance. Your nosies kept breaking his focus, and the smell of your blood and hormones wasn’t helping either. With a final huff he turned to you, a harsh and tired glare on his worn features as he grunted again.
“Could you stop that,,? I can’t focus and get this done with your whining!”
His voice was gravelly, worn and overall tired. His metal faceplate had stains under his optics, mainly from him overdoing his work. You shifted and turned to rest on your side, holding your abdomen due to the pressure on it.
“Can’t help it- I really can’t.”
You really couldn’t, blast your uterus for it. You would have got a heat pad but this blasted ship lacked proper items, especially for its liaisons, so much for a well adjusted species.
His blue optics shifted a bit, adjusting to the sight of you in pain, with a sigh his faceplate softened, feeling a bit bad for taking his anger out on you for nothing, for something you can’t really tame or control.
“Sorry- sorry, just a bit,, on edge about everything. Do you,, need anything,,,?”
His servos swerved as he reached to you, the large mass of a ‘hand’ was warm, despite him being a piece of metal. He pressed to your abdomen, adding warm pressure to your gut.
Strangely it felt,, nice, the weight was just right on your gut. You couldn’t help the contented sigh that escaped your mouth, the pain subsided for a minute, letting you properly lay back, this is exactly what you needed,,!
“That actually,,, feels nice! I don’t mean to be a bother or anything,, but could you stay like this for a bit longer? It feels good on my stomach.”
There was a faint look of surprise, caught off guard that it actually felt good on your organic body. He just nodded and kept it there, using his other servo to work on his assignments.
After a while sleep crawled up on you, your eyelids grew heavy with time. The warmth on your gut eased away the pain and only lulled you further into sleep, what you didn’t expect was for Ratchet to pick you up and rest you on his chassis, it was cool on your back.
“Mh- what’re you,,,-“
He gave a faint grunt as you spoke and held you close, his servo cupped your stomach. His hold was firm and gentle, he sounded tired, in need for a proper recharge.
“Recharging, look’s like we both need it.”
You nodded and leaned into him, nuzzling into him as he held you close, your worries melted away as you held one another, just you and your large robotic boyfriend.
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For you! :D
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Deathsaurus x reader
[you’re a commander/second in command of his.]
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Deathsaurus was staring again, as always. Whenever his optics landed on you, he had trouble just pulling away. He was,, entranced by you, per se.
Though whenever you turned your optics would catch his for a split nano klik before he would turn away, and act as if he wasn’t just caught staring. It was a game for you two, see who catches the other staring first.
On rare occasions your optics would lock with one another, your [O/C] optics locking with his vibrant ruby ones. Energon would flood to his faceplate, embarrassment flooding his energon lines as he would turn away from your playful stare.
Many of his soldiers took notice of your little ‘stare’ game, and honestly they wouldn’t really be surprised if you two did become a couple or let alone conjunx, they even started placing bets on it. You two are already amica’s, why not upgrade to enduras,,?
Deathsaurus had a keen optic, he was very observant and had good hearing. So of course these little quips and rumors caught his attention, nothing could get past him, not even your feelings.
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He considered making it official, maybe he could try at courting you, making a conjunx ritus, just for you. Deathsaurus knew what he felt was true, and maybe it was time for a change, a good change.
So it was no surprise when he suddenly waltzed into your chambers, his servo hidden behind his large build, shielding something from your optics gaze. After a klik of silence he shuddered out a sigh, finally speaking.
“I believe,, it’s time we spoke, about,, us.”
It came out softer and more quieter than he wanted, more shy and awkward. It was a polar contrast to how strict and commanding he is with his soldiers and subjects, he wanted to appear,, more trustworthy, to you.
You stopped what you were doing, setting down the small datapad and turning to face the large commander of the ‘war-world’, your attention was no focused solely on him, curious to what he wanted to say.
Deathsaurus’s pride faltered under your gaze, feeling a bit self-conscious on his appearance now that you were focused on him, on what he was going say.
“I believe we,, are simply more than just amica’s. We behave more like,, conjunx,, endura’s and I believe we,,, should,, should,,-“
He shuddered and grumbled something under his breath, he was never good with words, let alone confessions, he was never the one who did confessions- simply suitors were on it, wait,,, what if he read you wrong,,?
He pulled what was behind his back, extending his servo to you and handing you a small minuscule item. it was an emblem, it was as the size of your servos mechanical palm. The emblem was new, a beautiful brazen gold, like his accents, though it was a mere emblem of the beastformers. The emblem was of his rank, which is rare considering he’s the only one of his rank, unless…
“Are you,,, trying to conjunx me,,?”
It made sense, a lot of sense. Of course he was, why wouldn’t he be,,? He believed it was the right time, the best time to propose to you. You’ve been his closest comrade all these cycles, decades and more, he wanted to spend more time with you, but as more than a simple amica, he wanted to be your conjunx endura.
“Yes, yes I am.”
He stated proudly, taking in a breath as you took the emblem from his servo. He waited patiently for you to click it to your chassis, seeing if you’d accept his proposal or not.
His optics glimmered in surprise as you actually did, he watched, solely focused on your servo as you attached the golden emblem to your chassis. You accepted his proposal, that’s clear as day. Thing is,, what now? He didn’t think he’d,, well- get this far with you.
He gave a nod of approval, pleased you accepted his proposal. Now all that’s left to do is to conjunx ritus, the last step, the deal sealer.
He walked up to you, bending a bit so he could properly reach you. He extended his servos to you, holding your small ones in his large ones, intermingling his digits with yours.
“,,,shall we?”
He was curious, curious if you were ready. Being bonded to a Ex-warlord is a,, hefty job, he knows he’s not perfect, and that sometimes he’s very,, stand offish. But you never snapped at him, so did you truly want him,,? Crave him like he’s craved you for millennia,,?
“We shall.”
Those two words sounded more like a promise, a promise to him. He gave a curt nod and held you close, clicking open his chassis and exposing his spark to you. He patiently waited for you to open yours, always curious to what your spark looked like.
Once you clicked yours open, servos and panels retracting, Did he finally get to see your spark. It was beautiful, a vibrant orb of life, its color matched your (O/C) so of course it belonged to you. It radiated comfort and warmth.
The two of you watched as you held one another, your sparks intertwining beautifully, the sensation was unreal, warm and full of fondness for one another. The colors mixed, and twirled around the other.
After such an intimate moment your chassis’s retracted, locking back into place. You two felt as one, complete. You could feel his unyielding loyalty and love through such a bond, and he could feel your genuine care and affection through yours.
He let out a breath he was holding, now bonded to someone- not just someone, you. His ruby optics glanced down at you, eyeing you with fondness and utmost care.
“Was that,,, alright?”
He asked softly, his voice box still gravelly and rough. He wanted to know if he did it right, wanting to be sure you were one now.
You gave a gentle nod, flashing a smile as you excitedly shook his servos. You two were a couple now! From now on until eternity! You were excited for this shared future, a future with your lover!
“It was,,, amazing! I can’t believe it! We- we’re one now!-“
You couldn’t help but squeal, catching the old warlord off guard. He smiled down at you, glad and overjoyed about how well such an intimate moment went. You were very enthusiastic of it, and he couldn’t help but join in on such an attitude.
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Deathsaurus strutted down the corridors of the fortress, broad and proud. You walked by his side, your arm clung to his, the two of you being official now. Loving gazes sent to one another, nearby soldiers gawked at the sight, many surprised and some confused.
A nearby soldier grunted in distaste and dug through his chamber, flicking Shanix over to a fellow soldier, said soldier was full of glee, eagerly stuffing away the Shanix, proud he won such a bet.
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👉👈I really love him and…
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Can you do dratchrod tickles?
oh! I’m sorry this took so long, I unfortunately don’t know how to write that. Maybe you could request something else,,? Sorry!
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I’m very sorry for the recent inconvenience of posting other people’s art without credit, I’m still fairly new to the website but I honestly should have known that it was wrong, but sadly I didn’t.
I’ll make sure to be more mindful next time, and remember the artist to properly credit them and ask. Thank you guys again for telling me it was wrong too, I honestly didn’t know it was.
thank you guys again and have a lovely day/or/night.
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hey, I’ve uploaded my art to my tumblr now. I’d really appreciate it if you’d delete your post.
thank you
ah alright then! Sorry for the inconvenience!
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MEGATRON AND OPTIMUS ARE A COUPLE IN THE TRANSFORMERS 1 MOVIE,,,!!!!
WOWEE!
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Nvm- I remembered I had a blog full of ratchet simps so..
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