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)
Prompts from a Friend
A really big bot and a really little bot fall in love, how do they interface?
Rating T (words 1594)
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Omega wasn’t the sharpest tool in the drawer, but he wasn’t stupid. He smiled as his mech arrived. It always felt like they didn’t get enough time together. He scooped the cyclebot up, cupping him gently between two servos. He could hold him in one but he was always worried about dropping him if he did that.

Other Mechs didn’t understand their relationship, but they were precious to each other.  He nuzzled his cyclebot carefully and purred when he felt the tiny kiss that was pressed to his cheek. It had taken a while to explain to the medic why he wanted the ability to up his sensitivity. He wanted to be able to feel his cyclebot.
Slider laughed, “You are thinking a lot again love. What is on your processor?” Slider didn’t care what others said, they were perfect for each other, the perfect balance.

“You.” It was hard for him to converse normally, he just didn’t get much practice with anyone but the medic and his cyclebot. “Mechs, think we cannot hear them. Mechs say horrible things.”

Slider frowned but then smiled and nuzzled him again. “Let them. I love you and you love me and that is all that matters.”

Omega’s engine rumbled, “love you.” He wouldn’t crush the other mechs, just because he didn’t want to see his cyclebot frown. He lay back a bit and stroked his mech’s frame. “We missed you.”

Slider smiled, “I missed you too. You want to hear about what I have been doing?”

Omega nodded, focusing all his sense on his cyclebot, his Slider.

Slider rambled on about the past few days. Missions, gossip, everything as Omega listened. When he had first started meeting with his lover he thought his silence meant he wasn’t listening. Then he learned the truth. Omega was so quiet because he listened so much.

Omega stroked Slider’s frame when he finally finished talking with one finger and slowly relayed his thoughts. Slider encouraging him to speak and express himself in a way he never had before.

Slider shivered when Omega’s finger began to linger on parts of his frame. “Omega. Now? Here?” He liked interfacing with his lover, even if it wasn’t any conventional form of interfacing. Omega though normally preferred to do it in a more private place.

The larger mech nodded and a small compartment opened in his chest. It was near his spark a place where normally a medic would access to scan his systems. It was the most sensitive part of his frame and he was looking forward to surprising his lover with his new upgrade.

Slider slipped inside and smiled when the armor closed over him.  The area was lit with the glow of Omega’s spark and it was warm and comfortable to him. It was a place he never wanted to leave. He started to touch. Stroking over large relays and sensor nodes.

A few times the charge off Omega’s overload had brought him over the edge multiple times so he always wanted to--he froze as something slid up his leg.

Soft bundles of wires pressed him up agains the most sensitive panel of the chamber and began to stroke his frame. “Omega!” He gasped out as they teased his seams and wires delicately, lovingly.

Omega rumbled around him as he chuckled, “Upgrade. For you.”

He moaned, his lover had upgraded himself for him. He’d never thought he would ever have a lover willing to do that. He felt Omega plug into his systems and he cried out in pleasure as the larger mech flooded his frame with energy.

Omega felt the echoes as Slider overloaded but they weren’t done yet. He was going to repay his lover and overload him like he couldn’t before.

One of the wire bundles opened Slider’s panel and stroked over his spike and valve while Omega greedily processed the information they sent him. Later he would take his mech where he could watch and not just feel, but this was their secret.

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Later Slider lay curled up on top of Omega’s chest, a thermal blanket over him, completely spent. “I like your new upgrade but you didn’t have to do that for me.”

Omega rubbed his back. “That is why we did.”

Slider purred and pressed a soft kiss to the chest beneath him, he loved his gentle giant.
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(And there you go. Two prompts answered...I tried to write more of the actual slash...but it wasn't happening)
Prompts from a Friend
                                                                                               Wheeljack, Sparkplug - "It only hurts the first time"
                                                                                                                             Rating PG ( 211words)
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Sparkplug watched his friend and frowned, “Doesn’t it hurt?

“Doesn’t what hurt?” Wheeljack’s headfins flashed confused.

Sparkplug nodded to Wheeljac's damaged servo and side, “Blowing yourself up like that? Doesn't it hurt you?"

“Only the first time.”

Sparkplug blinked, “What?”

“It only hurts the first time. Afterwards my systems rewire to prepare for damage in the future so there really isn't any pain, or if there is pain it doesn't last very long.”

That was, that was quite strange, the idea of never being able to be hurt the same way twice. “So like nerve damage? You can’t feel anything where you blow yourself up?”

Wheeljack’s headfins flashed mischievously. “Oh no I still need to feel. My systems just rewires what kind of sensors are there. Pain sensors become pleasure ones.”

Sparkplug frowned wheels turning in his head, “Are all Cybertronians like that?”

Wheeljack chuckled, “Just me. I designed the coding myself.”

There was silence in the lab for several minutes.

“So the reason you blow yourself up repeatedly then is...”

His headfins glowed bright and happy, “Because it feels really, really good since I have been doing it for so long.”

Sparkplug just shook his head, he would never fully understand his friend. "Wheeljack you are one of a kind."
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(I hope this was what you were looking for...I kind of think it wasn't but it is what came to me. That is one up but still more to go.)

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