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“If you could cease your incessant squirming—” Minimus starts, grabbing Rodimus by the hips in an attempt to keep him still.
Not that it does anything, obviously. Rodimus keeps grinding down and grinning up at Minimus, taunts spilling past his derma. “Aw, c’mon, I’m not allowed to tease back after all you—”
Abruptly, Rodimus goes very silent and still as something… catches. Minimus’s spike finds purchase and he finally pushes forward.
Not into Rodimus’s valve, but into the tiny waste port set just above it.
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OR: Minimus fucks Rodimus in the wrong hole.
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When the mech crawls closer, everything snaps into place. A long curving spine that doesn’t end in legs, but one long, slithering tail, tall metal fins that flatten back against a smooth frame that wasn’t made for driving or flying, but for swimming. Derma pull back into something that could be a smile or a snarl, and underneath are rows of pointed dentae. Not just the sharp fangs that Deadlock sports, but teeth like sawblades.
“What the frag,” Deadlock breathes out. He sounds rough even to his own audials, and thinks about the effects prolonged water exposure might have on a bot’s vocalizer. Then he thinks about why he’d even ponder such a thing and gets a little sad before shoving the thought aside entirely.
The creature—the mermech—makes a low sonorous noise, dragging itself a little ways closer, optics peering up at Deadlock with unabashed curiosity.
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OR: Deadlock gets thrown overboard, is saved by a mermech, has some truly remarkable sex, and finds love in the big blue. Broadly speaking, anyways.
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“I want you to fuck Drift for me.”
If Rodimus had, say, been sitting up by the bar at Swerve’s, having a nice sip of engex while hearing that sentence, he absolutely would have spat everywhere upon its completion. Maybe fallen off his chair, too.
As it is, despite having no drink to spit nor chair to disembark, he still chokes on nothing, sputtering helplessly at Ratchet’s stone cold serious face.
“I—you—I’m sorry, did—I—” Rodimus finally gives up and simply asks, “What?”
“I want you to fuck Drift for me,” Ratchet repeats, like it’s any more comprehensible a second time around.
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OR: In which Rodimus fucks a married mech that he definitely doesn’t have any romantic feelings for, no siree.
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Hot Rod wonders if he's cursed by something he did in a previous life. Normal mechs don’t have to deal with the slag he gets put through—namely getting stranded on a Quintesson-occupied planet with no means of contacting home, encountering strange, mutilated Cybertronians seemingly built just to kill Quints, and being ordered to babysit said strange, mutilated Cybertronians.
All of this is to say that everything currently wrong with Hot Rod’s life can be attributed to the stray that followed him home: one maybe-empurata victim calling himself “Thunderclash”.
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Before the Kaiju came to Earth, Thunderclash used to dream of being an astronaut, and after the longest two decades of his life, his boyhood dream has somehow come to fruition.
Sure, it’s been a bit more fraught than he’d imagined as a kid—what with him piloting a mecha instead of a rocket, helping giant robotic aliens fight off Kaiju, and dealing with a language barrier that has resulted in said aliens mistaking him for being one of them—but Thunderclash wouldn't give it up for the world.
Besides, with Hot Rod guiding him through these unfamiliar stars, Thunderclash thinks that everything'll turn out fine.
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Let’s Put on a Show for the Folks at Home by verdancing
Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types
14 Feb 2026
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When Arcee, Hot Rod, and Springer wind up in a Decepticon prison block following a mission gone awry, Deadlock is one of the very last mechs they expect to come calling. Well. He's one of the last mechs Arcee and Springer expected to come calling. Hot Rod was all too excited about the possibility that Deadlock might come find him again, even if they've never done this with an audience before. Hopefully, they'd put on a good enough show for the two Autobots.
OR: Deadlock pretends to rape Hot Rod in a prison cell while Arcee and Springer look on in horror.
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“Stop. Stop it,” Arcee hissed, pressed up against the bars separating her from Hot Rod, her half-horrified pleading underscored by the angry growl of Springer’s engine. “Don’t you dare fragging touch him—”
But it wasn’t as if she could do anything to stop him as Deadlock lifted Hot Rod’s head and stuck a thumb into his lax mouth.
“Look at you, pretty thing,” Deadlock murmured, ignoring Arcee entirely. He pulled his digit free a moment later as his panel retracted and his spike pressurized right over Hot Rod’s head. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you.”
Frag, but Hot Rod hoped he was lying when he said that.
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someday you will find me by ForestDivinity
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary (2026)
22 May 2026
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Ryland Grace wakes up, goes to work, feels the rain on his face, teaches his students, cries over the galaxy, and dreams about a rock.
Wait.
What's that last one all about?
There is a feeling in the back of his head like he's forgetting something. Is he forgetting something?
Is he forgetting something again?
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The Anatomy of Second Chances by Angry_gremlin_commando
Fandoms: Transformers One (2024), Transformers - All Media Types
22 May 2026
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After that disastrous day in Iacon Optimus discovers that Sentinel's spark survived. Spurred on by the Matrix and his natural compassion, he decides to grant the false Prime a possibility at a second chance and plants his spark in the Well, so he might be reborn one day, if Primus so wills it.
It's a choice that is often on his mind as the centuries pass and he learns to navigate his new life as the divinely-chosen leader of his people and realizes that the empty space Sentinel left behind cannot be filled with determination and good intentions alone. The mantle of a Prime is heavy and wanting to steer his people right is not enough to make up for not knowing how to lead and manage an entire city, but it's a good start. The rest he can learn, from friends and former foes alike.
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Project Ship by RegTheRag
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary (2026)
22 May 2026
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A Rocky POV of Project Hail Mary, but add in a sprinkle of originally named astrophages, petrova lines, language barriers, trauma recovery, and extra, extra worldbuilding. Includes pre- and post-canon!
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One day, his strumming was not answered.
The silence that answered his one verse of song was horrible and grating. Incomplete. Empty. A sick, horrible fear built up inside him.
(He was going to die out here. Alone.)
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"Iz huhg," Grace sniffled out, sucking back in moisture from his noze, too. There was moisture and water and everything all over the place. "Huhg meens grayt, grayt, grayt affekshun."
"Oh," he said tentatively. Another hewmin thing! He shuffled closest to the wall Grace was huhging and leaned in. "Oh. Am I doing correctly, hmm?"
"Yis," Grace sighed out, calming down. He still leaked, though.
Oh, well. Leaky hewmins were his favorite, after all.
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Dream a Little Dream of Me by Umbreonix
Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers Generation One
22 May 2026
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Jazz is the sole voice of objection when the Autobots implement a new program: recharge berths that hook up to a central network for nightly medical datalogging.
They proceed with the project anyway and, totally-well-adjusted-and-not-at-all-sociopathic mech that he is, Jazz makes it his sworn duty to ensure that each and every member of high command lives to regret it.
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Baby Blue by vytels_dropoffs
Fandom Transformers (IDW 2019), Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers Generation One, Transformers: Robots in Disguise (2001)
23 May 2026
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The first cycle of Bluestreak's life was also his worst, the memories are still ingrained into his processor. They rewind and play across his optics, focusing in on the moment that changed his life forever. Bluestreak watches through his younger self's optics.
He watches himself choose that strange mech, a sparkling reaching out with determined fortitude and processor set on a single goal. He chose who his creator would be and nothing else mattered. Nothing could change what was written so deeply into his code that it became engraved on his spark.
Aka Prowl finds Bluestreak and raises him with his cohort... (Or the comedy of six cops learning how to take care of a sparkling while solving crime)
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