I have seen you are drawing a lot of tfa with preggy Jazz, would you consider writing a fic, mini fic or one shot of that??
I am starved of preggy Jazz content :(
Love all your work!! Art and fics!! ♥️
Thank u))) Well….I write fanfics when my hornymeter is cracking, and while my lustful brain is hung up on this thin and (hopefully) elastic Jazz figure…
But in order not to offend you, here is a very mini fic that just came to mind, so don't be surprised if it looks very raw (this was literally written in 40 minutes)
Prawl carried heavy boxes, these were spare parts that Optimus ordered for everyone, the leader often took on orders for very important things. And he constantly had an open datapack with an open order basket with him, especially after Bumblebee ordered a bunch of unnecessary things without permission. Prawl did not like taking on the task of a loader, but with his newfound ninja powers, it seemed like child's play.
Carrying the last box, the black bot noticed his conjunx, Jazz, his soft protoform became larger and bloated, sheltering and warming two small protoforms in his forge. Jazz was sitting on the couch and actively searching for something in the TV channels, next to it was a large fitness ball that was specially made in the professor's company.
Prowl lingered for a minute, watching Jazz switch to the last channel, and carefully, almost with surgical precision, sat on this ball, the rubber ball slightly bent from the weight of the bot. The black ninja came closer and saw that some kind of show was being shown on the TV, all in white, pink and blue tones, two women in white coats were talking about the position of the pelvis and the importance of exercises. Behind them were already several pregnant women on fitness balls. Prowl analyzed the woman's movement and periodically looked at Jazz who was repeating these movements, music was playing from his headphones, he often turned on the music in the Audials so as not to hear the outside noise and concentrate.
After the first 15 minutes of watching the show, Prowl tapped Jazz on the shoulder twice.
-Yes? - Jazz answered, and the music stopped.
-I'm saying you're doing it wrong, these pregnant female humans make this pelvic movement smoother, and you make very sharp turns. - Prowl didn't give advice, he literally stated a fact from the results of his analysis and observations. He stood in front of Jazz and took his hands. - Do it smoother.
Jazz at first really made the pelvic movements smoother, but then an imaginary melody played in the processor and Jazz began to move to the beat of the music.
-No, no, no, you're doing everything wrong!
-I do it in my style, and it's so nice to me.
-No, no, no. If you do it like this, your pelvis will simply crack from the tension! - Prowl silent for several minutes and began to lift Jazz from the ball on his own. - I'll show you how!
Jazz didn't feel Prowl actively trying to lift him, so when he slowly stood up, his conjunx almost fell.
Now Prowl was sitting on the ball, repeating the moves from the show, for Jazz it was funny, seeing such a thin as a branch Prowl on such a big ball, he looked like a candle on a big stand. The white bot began to ignore the instructions of the second and openly laughed.
The black ninja didn't understand what the problem was at first, but when he understood, he started to play along, pushing the ball and saying funny comparisons.
-Hey Prowl! Prime wants to ask if you done!? - Bumblebee literally appeared out of nowhere and it scared Prowl so much that he fell on his back, his head was between his knees and the ball bounced off the TV into Bumblebee's face.
Jazz let out a faint smirk, tilting his head to the side. His blue visor flashed as he took in the whole messy situation. He placed a hand over his midsection, speaking directly to it — or rather, to the sparklings inside.
— Take notes, lil' bots. This right here? Exactly how not to do it.
