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Predacon Bots! in heat

Listen I'm bored and sick so I got a request for the Autobots turned into predacons so here ya go. All of these are ships, cannon X cannon, and I'll add to it if someone request a part 2.
Lovely long title :)
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1.Optimus X Ratchet
Ratchet was in heat and he hated it, not wanting to bother others he kept working even though the tension in his lower areas kept growing. He tucked his wings and transformed to bi-pedal mode, groaning softly he went over to his den only to be stopped by the leader. "Old friend you do not seem well, is something wrong?" The larger predacon asked, tilting his helm slightly. Ratchet couldn't help but admire the mech, his horns perfectly curving, his tail swishing gently. "Ratchet? You seem...distracted and..." Optimus said, stepping forward slightly his optics narrowed. Ratchet backed up slightly, "You did not tell me you were in heat?" The larger mech asked, feeling confused. "I didn't want to bother you." Ratchet said, his frame heating up ever so slightly as his tail twitched. Optimus sighed and moved back, leaning against the cave wall arms crossed he looked over the smaller medic. "You will never bother me, how long has it been?" He asked, Ratchet rubbed the back of his helm and looked away. "Er...I haven't taken care of it for eons?- anytime I'm in heat I just ignore it Optimus." Ratchet said, nervously twitching his tail. The larger leaders optics narrowed again, "Eons? Ratchet that's not healthy. You of all people should know that!" He growled, standing up straight he towered over the smaller medic who gave a whimper. "I'm sorry but it's a bother to ask! Who am I supposed to ask for help with that sort of thing?!?" Ratchet said, regaining his composure. "You can ask me, Ratchet it's my job to help." Optimus said blatantly, bending over slightly to be face level with the medical predacon. Ratchtes face flushed as his tail stopped moving, his audio receptors swiveled back. "You? You the leader and I'm supposed to ask you to frag me?!?" Ratchet said, admittedly he did like the leader but he thought it could never happen. "Frankly Ratchet if it helps you yes, but only you." The leader said, blank faced as always.

*time skip presented by Starscream in high heels*

Ratchet whimpered, his heat getting unbearable. He growled and started to slink towards his den when what Optimus said came to mind, 'Did he really mean it?...' he thought as he started to head towards the main cave where he figured Optimus would be. As excepted the large predacon was leaning against the wall as Smokescreen and Bumblebee wrestled in their dragon forms, he trotted over to where the leader was slowly. He lightly tapped Optimus' chassis and looked up slightly, Optimus grumbled and woke from recharge. He looked down and cocked an optic ridge before smelling the heavy scent of heat and desire coming from the mech, he chuckled before leading the medic to a different cave. "I see you decided to ask?" Optimus said as his wings flicked open to block the view from the young ones outside. Ratchet diverted his optics and blushed, his frame was too hot for comfort. He hesitantly nodded, not trusting his vocal processor at the moment before he heard a chuckle. Optimus came over and gently picked the smaller mech up, nipping at Ratchet's jaw line and neck he hummed. "Well I do live to serve." He purred near Ratchets audio processors causing a small shiver to run through the bots spinal arch.

2.Optimus x Ultra Magnus
The two mechs were sparring in their predacon forms, Optimus was winning easily but decided to let Ultra Magnus win one round. Faking a critical hit he fell down on his stomach while Magnus quickly came up and pinned the leader, a short victorious roar was heard before he got off and transformed to bi-pedal mode. Optimus followed suite and chuckled, tucking his wings in he turned around to leave when he heard a groan, as he turned around he was hit with a strong smell of heat. ' ' Ack, Ultra Magnus do you know you started their heat? My instincts are going crazy.' ' Optimus said, blinking and trying to focus on something other than the smell. Ultra Magnus was kneeling, face flushed as a wave of heat came over him, he was beyond embarrassed as he started his heat early. Giving a small groan he tried to stand but his heat was hitting to hard and he yelped and fell back, Optimus was by his side almost instantly, ' ' Commander? Is something wrong?' ' He asked as he helped the lieutenant to stand up, ' ' I'm sorry sir, everything is *whine* fine.' ' Magnus said as straight faced as he could while his instincts were saying frag something or be fragged. Optimus being an alpha wasn't helping anything either as he struggled to push the larger mech away and started to walk to his den, the leaders optics narrowed as he quickly caught up and pinned the lieutenant to the cave wall. ' ' Commander you are not fine and from the smell of it, your in heat so why lie?' ' Optimus half growled, both the mechs were trying to control their instincts but being the close didn't help it at all. Ultra Magnus turned his helm away trying not to do anything, ' ' Sorry sir.' ' He said as he backed against the wall even more to try and make space between the two something snapped in Optimus as he growled, shifting himself he moved his faceplates down to Magnus' neck cables and bit down gently earning a stifled moan. ' ' a-ah sir! W-what?' ' Ultra Magnus said between pants, his frame had heated up to much so his cooling fans kicked on as Optimus kept gently biting on different cables. ' ' Commander I'll stop if you truly don't like it but your frame says otherwise.' ' Optimus said, returning his faceplates to the commanders, his wings shifted at his side and before he knew it Ultra Magnus had moved forward and connected their dermas. Optimus smirked into the kiss, the scent of his commander was driving him mad. Magnus was pushed against the wall again and soon enough Optimus had parted and went back to leaving marks on the commanders neck , lifting up Magnus he started to tease the commanders valve covering as he kept leaving marks on the smaller's neck and shoulders. ' ' Ngh~ such..a..t-tease~' ' Magnus whined, trying to shift against the leaders frame for friction.

3.Wheeljack x Ratchet
Wheeljack was horny as per usual when someone was in heat, the scent was everywhere and he just wondered who it was so someone could take care of it. He shuffled to the med den to tease Ratchet only to see the medic predacon was whining on the ground, shifted into a ball. ' ' Sunshine? What happened?' ' Wheeljack asked as he ran over to his friends side only to be hit by the smell of intense heat, he coughed as his instincts kicked into overdrive. ' ' Ratchet? Ratchet are you in heat?' ' He asked as Ratchet groaned, shifting so his wings covered him Wheeljack vented and picked up the medical predacon and sat him on his lap. ' ' C'mon Ratchet what happened?' ' Wheeljack asked, Ratchet vented as he finally looked at the mech, ' ' I-it hurts...' ' He whined, slowly rocking his hips on the mechs lap. Wheeljack understood, ' ' Do you want me to help you?' ' he asked, Ratchets optics widened before he blushed and nodded. Wheeljack chuckled, grabbing the medics hips he helped him release some pressure by letting Ratchet grind against his panel as a few groans came from his intake. Ratchet whined as he pressed against the panel, wanting more for his heat he hesitantly opened his valve and lead Wheeljacks digits to his entrance.

4.Smokescreen x bumblebee
Bee was currently grinding against his pillow as his heat was so extremely painful, he needed more but didn't know who to ask. Not like he was gonna be like 'hey I'm in heat can you frag me?', no way. So he resorted to this very unfulfilling way to deal with his heat. As he went on mewling and moaning, which was also muffled by a pillow, he didn't notice that someone was watching him from the entrance to his den. ' ' Seems like you need help hm?~ ' ' He heard a teasing voice say before snapping his head back to look at the mech who said that, Smokescreen. ' ' A-ah Smokescreen?!' ' Bee chirped, stoping his ministrations, ' ' How long?-' ' he asked, blushing madly. ' ' long enough to see your in heat and in desperate need of release.' ' Smokescreen said as he walked in, his tail swishing lightly. ' ' A-ah!' ' Bee yelped as he was picked up and put on the rookies lap, his dripping valve exposed to the mech. ' ' if you'll allow me, scout, I can help you.~' ' He purred into the scouts audio receptors, earning a small whine of pleasure from the smaller scout. Bumblebee looked away, his faceplates a deep shade of blue. Smokescreen chuckled as he toyed with the scouts wings gently, nibbling on Bee's neck he hummed when he heard a needy whine. Bee didn't hesitate and started to grind on the rookies lap, a sort of sign that Smokescreen was doing good.

5.Crosshairs x Drift
Drift was meditating, at-least trying to when he knew his mate was in heat and was probably on his way to find Drift. His wings flicked anxiously as he heard a branch snap and whipped his head around only to see said bot, he gave a huff and transformed to bi-pedal mode. ' ' Mm there's my little samurai~ ' ' Crosshairs teased, Drift growled and turned his back to the mech which irritated the heat driven mech. ' ' c'mon now darlin, ya know why I'm here and ya know I won't leave till I get what I want.' ' Crosshairs said as he approached, his tail twitching ever so slightly. Drift hated when Crosshairs was in heat, he was either so clingy that Drift couldn't go anywhere or horny to the point where Drift wouldn't walk for a week. Crosshairs growled and walked over to his mate, grabbing the samurai's hip plates he pulled Drift close to his frame. Drift grumbled and tried to push the mech off him before freezing, Crosshairs servo had found it's way to Drift's inner thigh and was caressing it lightly. Drift scowled, ' ' Crosshairs! Not now, not here.' ' Drift growled as he smacked the servo away from his sensitive metal, only allowing his mate to hold him. Crosshairs growled louder, intimidating the smaller predacon as he lowered his helm to Drift's Audio receptor, ' ' my my, look who's naughty~ seems as if you think you can challenge me?~ ' ' Crosshairs half purred half growled. Drift knew he was screwed and gave in, turning around he connected their dermas.