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fuel-burn-2-0 · 3 months

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Kinda late, but here's the Secret Valentine I was a part of on Discord.

This on was for _sinsine_ (unable to at a Tumblr this time)

Apologies for it not being the greatest work in the world, I did my best!

Hope you enjoy!

Ratchet had rather rough servos.

Those servos had gone through a quite lot, the road of mangled patients and dangerous situations wasn't a pleasant one of any one's hands, so their rough and slightly abused state was rather common.

He did try to take the time he needed to take care of them, give them a good tending to ever once in a while, but a medic's work was never done, so self care was few and far between.

He probably would have skipped this day to if it hadn't been for Optimus.

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Optimus carefully tapped the applicator against a small crack on Ratchet's palm, applying a smear of healing solvent to it.

The leader of the Autobots had pulled Ratchet aside at a quiet moment, and the two had had a small conversation, checking in for the most part.

Now Optimus was no medic, but he was good at following instructions, and his gentle touch made this slow, slightly laboring process far easier on the other bot than it would have been with Ratchet doing it himself.

There is little conversation between the two old bots, but that wasn't too unusual. They spent many silent hours in each others company several times before.

Who needed conversation in a good peaceful moment like this? They had talked plenty, even if often about less pleasant things, so sitting in each other's quiet company was enough for them.

#secret valentine #ratchet #optimus prime #transformers

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fuel-burn-2-0 · 4 months

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Secret Santa, Aaayyyyyeee!

@nsbrutal

I was your Secret Santa! I decided to write you something with Knockout and Starscream!

(Thank you again for the art of my OC, Golden Blue and Soundwave, I want to eat it! That's how much I liked it!)

I hope you enjoy your gift!

Spa Day

Transformers one shot

No Warnings (Rated E for Everyone!)

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"I can't believe I let you talk me into this."

"Trust me, you'll love it by the time I'm done with you."

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Knockout had always been fussy about his appearance. It was one of his defining qualities.

Starscream tended to his appearance as he needed to, but it wasn't a top priority for him. Even if he did enjoy looking his best sometimes.

There is pleasure in a pair of freshly waxed wings after all.

Maybe that's why he let Knockout talk him into letting the medic practice or do a, Starscream thinks the words that Knockout used were 'Spa day,' on him. Some human term Knockout had picked up.

Starscream didn't know what it meant, nor did he particularly care.

But, just once, he decides to indulge Knockout and his odd ideas.

Surely it couldn't be that bad, Knockout would probably just polish and buff the hell out of him, and Starscream would just be super shinny afterwards.

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"Sit, sit, I need to find my nail buffer," Knockout says as he gestures towards the seat he'd placed down earlier in preparation for this.

Starscream takes a seat, despite actually still finding he had some reservation about this.

It's not that he didn't trust Knockout. Okay, maybe trust was a strong word, but it's the closest to what would cause him to allow something like this.

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"What is that?"

"It's just an oil mixture, don't get so fussy, Screamer," Knockout says as he stirred said paint mixture with his makeshift brush, "It's not like I mixed acid into it."

"I'm not getting fussy," Starscream immediately said in retort.

"Then let me put this on your faceplate," Knockout says, leveling the brush at Starscream.

Starscream cringes away from it for a moment before he relents, allowing Knockout to start painting the oil mixture onto his faceplate with even strokes.

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"You actually have really gorgeous servos," Knockout says as he works the nail buffer over Starscream's claws.

"They're one of my better assets," Starscream replies.

"I assume you'd lump your wings into that category as well?"

"But of course, there's good pride in a good pair of wings."

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The buffer and polish Knockout takes to his wings are more Starscream's style. Something familiar.

He somehow manages to fall into a comfortable lull, with the sound of the buffer as light background noise.

He's pretty sure he even heard Knockout start humming.

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Starscream, gazes down at his freshly sharpened and buffed claws as Knockout gives him a quick peck on the side of his faceplate.

"Well, at least you look lovely now, darling."

Well, maybe Knockout's work isn't all that bad.

Maybe Starscream might be convinced to do this again.

#secret santa #transformers #starscream #knockout

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fuel-burn-2-0 · 7 months

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kinktober day fifteen

tfa optimus prime x reader,

tws/content- kissing, no penetraition, handjobs, sleepy sex, somnophilia (?)

Optimus can’t feel anything but your touch and the throbbing beneath his panels. You’re holding him. But not ‘holding’ where just your arms are wrapped around his neck cables, no. ‘Holding’ him to the point where his stabilizers are barely touching the berth because you’re holding him.

Your vents push warm air onto the top of his helm, your servos are warm against his chassis. Your arms are lovingly draped around his frame. Your thighs are around his waist. One just below his panels, one behind both of his knee struts. Optimus hasn’t tried harder in his life than now to keep his loud aft cooling fans quiet.

If he wakes you up from your stasis, he’ll be mad at himself. Especially because you look so… at peace, with a barely noticeable smile on your faceplates. And the prime is happy to be there with you, it’s just that his plating feels like it’s warmer than a sun. He’s worried that you’re going to be waken up from him being too warm.

In the depths of your stasis, you can feel his spark beat and temperature rise. It makes you stir, moving your arms tighter around Optimus. His optics grow wide.

“Y/n?” his voice is quiet, to not wake you if you aren’t already. You move in your sleep again, pressing your faceplates into the side of his helm. You’re so close to kissing him, if he could just… turn his helm to face yours- “Mmph?” you moved closer again, his optics widen. Your dermas are kind of almost half on his, in a sort of kiss. You don’t seem to notice, still pushing warm air onto him. He mentally sighs, not wanting to surprise you with a warm puff of air. He'd want to back away from you but... He just can't find the strength to. Optimus smiles, trying to find your servo behind his back to hold it. You blearily open your optics, taking the servo he was searching for and rubbing your optics.

“Hmp- oh. What time is it, baby?” you say quietly, letting him go and turning on your side to stretch.

“It’s too late.” Optimus yawns, "Or early, depending on how you look at it."

“You’re warm.” you huff tiredly, running a servo across his back strut. “Wanted to do anything?”

“Huh?”

“Want me to help you out?” You run a servo down his frame from his chassis to his hips. He blushes, going quiet and feeling his array throb with want once again.

"Yeah..." he admits bashfully, turning away and hiding his faceplates from you. You coo, tugging him closer like a pillow.

"You're so warm... Did you really get this worked up by yourself?" you tease, pushing him to lay on his back strut and running your servos down his frame, tracing around his interface panels.

"Mmhm." you chuckle quietly at his response, smiling when he lets both of his panels open. You gently take his spike, rubbing the tip of your digit up the underside of his spike, making him whimper. You tease at the slit of his spike, making him gasp and bite his lip, tilting his faceplates into your neck cables.

"So warm..."

#Frothing at the mouth #transformers #kinktober reblog

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