Prompt From A Friend

Prompts from a Friend

"Using the current RP mechs, write the most cractastic pairing you can possibly think of. The catch is that it has to seem like it could actually happen and it's dirty, something no mech would ever admit to doing"
Rating T (words 313)

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Blast Off moaned and held the black painted mech close. His frame was so hot and the mech knew just where to touch.

He was a banished shuttle, no seeker would touch him, but he still had needs.

Ratchet moaned as well and cursed his coding, his grand-creator was a seeker and the desires skipped a generation. He could never let anyone know about this, just like they couldn’t know about his sky hunger.

Blast Off scratched down the medic’s back, encouraging him to thrust harder, to give him more! He wished the mech had wings, this was so wrong. Shuttles did not allow grounders to do this. Not even grounders with seeker code.

They overloaded together and Blast Off stroked his face when the medic passed out from exhaustion. If the mech had the right frame this wouldn’t happen but the blocky medic frame wasn’t made for this. He transformed around the mech and took of back towards the base.

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Ratchet onlined midway through the flight. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go and his coding knew that but what else could they do? Ratchet teased seams open and played with Blast Off’s spark as he flew, making his flight crooked and dangerous.

He felt the mech’s overload crackle up his arm and he withdrew as Blast Off made an emergency landing. They had to go back together and he had to get the black paint off before he made his appearance.

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Blast Off watched the not seeker go. He couldn’t tell anyone about what they did. Shuttles simply didn’t allow anyone but seekers to take control.

Even if the medic felt awfully like a seeker to his coding. He stalked off towards the base, he needed to fight something to get his spark to lose charge. He wasn’t getting sparked up, at least not anytime soon.

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(this is why Ratchets must be ignored. They pull slag like this. This is also the last prompt you gave me, they gave me such a hard time...now though I think I will work on my own prompts)

077. Ritual -- OC/Unnamed -- Rating T

077. Ritual -- OC/Unnamed -- Rating T

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The seeker painted on his black paint carefully. The shuttles had gone into a heat and they knew it instinctually.

He looked himself over in the mirror. He would look like every other seeker tonight. He wrung his servos and tried to convince himself this was normal. Every seeker did it! Some more than once. Besides visiting a shuttle didn’t necessarily mean you would spark them.  Pit even if he sparked one they would never know who he was.

He made the flight with the other seekers that night to the shuttle district. His nerves were eating at him.

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Boldwings smiled when the seeker appeared at the door to his quarters and he dipped his wings submissively. Both of their kinds needed this. It was notoriously hard for seekers to spark each other while shuttles sparked easily and their coding led to stronger seekerlets.

He could tell this was the seeker’s first time and he giggled and pulled him into his lap. “Hush now seeker. Tell me what you want from me tonight.”

The seeker squirmed in his arms, how cute, he was clearly not a true trine leader. “Tell me are you a trine leader?”

“I, I am a second.” He sounded unsure though and the seeker giggled, “No. Some mech has been lying to you little third spark.” He rolled them so he was on top of the other but he didn’t lay his whole weight on the other. “Whoever has been lying to you should be ashamed. You know why thirds don’t paint themselves black.”

He nipped at the seekers neck as he squirmed, “You are lucky I have a mech already or I would be tempted to keep you. It is alright though, I’ll let you pretend for the night but you will go back knowing the truth of your spark.” He nuzzled him again, “Tell me what you want.”

The seeker was finally able to gasp out his request and at the first morning light the shuttle watched him go with a smirk. It was a strange ritual to non flyers but to them it was simply natural.

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