Ride the wave... >w<ย
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Smokescreen is taking the Team Prime kids out for a drive, to get them out of Ratchet's figurative hair and give the old boy some quiet time.
They spot a fundraiser carwash and the humans convince him to go through - they have cash and want to donate because it's for a cause they all really like (or something).
Before any of them can really see too much someone's thrown a bucket of sudsy water over the car, and suddenly BAM! There's a pair of very big honkers in a teeny tiny bikini top scrubbing the windshield.
Everyone is freaking out. Jack, Miko, and Raf are all screaming while the older two try to shield Rafs eyes. Smokescreen has no idea how to feel about this, he's panicking, feeling things he isn't sure he's supposed to feel. Is he into this? Does he have a fetish now? But simultaneously he's horrified because his charges are inside of him while all of this is going on and OH PRIMUS NOW THERES THREE PAIRS OF BOOBS?!?!
He is so embarrassed that he peels out of there as fast as he's able, uncaring that he is still covered in soap. The kids are still screaming, now being tossed around inside the car as he Tokyo-drifts it out of the parking lot.
As soon as they're back on the road everyone gets super quiet and awkward for a solid five minutes. Finally Smokescreen asks that they don't tell Optimus about this. They all agree. Another few minutes go by, Miko gets anxious and suggests turning on the radio. Smokescreen does so, but the station he lands on is playing the new Bruno Mars/Sexxy Red song, and it just so happens to be in the second verse at this point.
Titties on your forehead, titties on your chin. Titties on titties with my big titty friends.
The radio goes off again, and they drive the rest of the way back to base in silence.
id like to request kobd please ๐๐๐something fluffy ๐they deserve it
They absolutely do!! I hope Aligned is alright - I'm leaning in that direction right now for fluff.
Steady servos moved in practiced motions over his workspace, the pointed tips of his digits pressing the cleaning pad into seams and corners to ensure every centihic of the room was disinfected. With an optic for detail - and a predisposition for obsessive cleanliness to the point of anxiety - Knockout was a stickler when it came to keeping the med bay sterilized.
Not only would any contaminants negatively impact his patients, but quite frankly, it was a bad look. He strived for perfection, and it simply wouldn't do for his surroundings to be anything short of pristine.
He wavered slightly, catching himself with a start. Referencing his odometer, he noted it had been some time since he'd taken recharge. A habit of his, unfortunately. Hyper focus often lead to long periods without proper rest.
"Why don't you let me finish up and go take a few breems?"
Apparently, he wasn't the only one to catch his lapse. Ex-venting, he paused to address the room's other occupant.
"I'm nearly finished. Besides, your digits are too wide to get into some of these crevices."
Breakdown scoffed. "That's a lie if I ever heard one. You'll be at this for another cycle, at least."
Waving him off, the red mech continued scrubbing. "Yes, well... you know how I am."
He heard the larger bot approach, groaning when the cleaning pad was removed from his servo. He was about to object when he felt a steady weight against his back.
Leaning over him, Breakdown replied with a raspy laugh, "Yeah, I do know. Which is why I'm callin it."
Turning in place to pin the blue mech with a pointed stare, Knockout reminded him, "I believe I am the Doctor here. I make the calls."
"I'm not asking as your assistant... I'm asking as your conjunx. Please, Knockout. Get some recharge."
Frag. Not the look. Unable to withstand the pleading expression, he gave in. "Fine, fine! But make sure you get into the corners! And don't forget about-"
A kiss shut him up.
Pulling away slowly, Breakdown assured him, "It's cleaning. I've done it before."
Pleasantly flustered, the red bot nodded. "Yes, I suppose you have. Well... I'll be back in about - uagh! What are you doing?!"
Easily hoisting the smaller mech into his arms, he turned and exited the med bay, moving at a leisurely pace as he strode down the hall to their shared hab suite.
"I'm perfectly capable of walking."
"Yeah, but I wanna carry you. It's been a while since we've been able to spend time together outside of y'know... work stuff."
Unable to argue with that, Knockout relaxed into his lover's hold, leaning his helm against the mech's broad chassis. The war certainly had changed things. They'd been at this for so very long...
"Thank you."
Breakdown smiled at him, that crooked grin that was somehow rugged and adorable all at once.
"It's my pleasure."
The rest of the walk was spent in silence, the pair simply enjoying one another's closeness. It was over all too soon, but it had been nice to partake in the indulgence while it lasted. Upon arrival, Breakdown allowed his partner to slide back down onto his pedes, stopping him as he moved to step away, stealing one last kiss.
"I'll be inspecting your work when I return!" Knockout teased, strumming his digits against the blue mech's armor.
"Oh, I know you will. Now get some beauty rest, would ya? Yer startin' to look a little dull."
He gasped in false indignation, but found himself unable to hold the facade. Smiling, he threw a wink at his partner and headed for the berth, the lack of recharge finally catching up to him. Knockout watched him go before shuttering his optics. He wasn't sure what he would do without him.
I love this so deeply I can't even describe...
Dreadwing did not, in fact, understand the assignment.
Megatron is ringmaster of a clown circus and only Soundwave went to a professional clown college.
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Joke workshopped with @krazycat6167
Yaaassss
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#notmyart #gorgeous #imded
ใใๆ -AMUKUMO-ย
Aaaaand sum Tarantulas....
Tarantulas fanart! Should have added it a while ago :)