Hi! Can I ask for IDW Ratchet or Prime Ratchet with a Reader who has a dangerous job like military or assassin and constantly gets hurt but is so used to breaking limbs that they just push them back and go back to work (like healing in games ďźź(￣â˝ďżŁ)ďź)? The Reader usually makes sure that Ratchet wonât see them doing it. And one time Ratchet catches them doing it and is in total shock and anger (for their safety). It would be cool if the Reader had some kind of professional deformation from their job and thought of themselves only as a weapon or tool. I adore you're works! Have a great day/night.
Sure!
Stubborn
TFP Ratchet x Reader
⢠Grimacing at the feel of your field needling him even before he sees you, heâs walking faster. Rounding the corner in time to see you slam yourself into the wall with a pained gasp, one hand clutching at your shoulder as you shudder. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â He snarls and you startle, looking up at him with a crooked smile and watery eyes. Obviously in pain.
⢠Well, damn. You were hoping he wouldnât catch you popping your shoulder back into place. Smiling weakly as you flex your fingers and will the pins and needles to stop, you stare up at the Autobot medic. âNo big deal. I do it all the time, doc,â you try and his plating lifts in offense. âShoulderâs kind of garbage and it slips sometimes.â Turning on your heel to try and escape, you hear his heavy peds as he follows you. Apparently wanting to yell at you, because that seems to be his love language. Know he worries, but youâve got this.
⢠Growling tiredly, heâs tempted to grab you by the back of your jacket and carry you to medbay while you kick and fuss that youâre fine. Except he canât stop cataloging the new bruises and cuts, the split lip. âIâm fine,â you blurt, stiffening as you guess what heâs thinking. And youâre striding away faster. Limping. âStop acting like a sparkling,â he snarls, using a ped to block your retreat and your expression is sullen when you look up at him. âYouâre going to medbay. The choice is yours if youâre walking or being carried.â
⢠Know heâs capable of making good on that as your face heats, chin lifting. âIâm fine. Really.â And his optics narrow. Throwing up your hands and then making a noise when it hurts bad enough your eyes water, you turn your back on him as you head for medbay with him trailing you. âDecepticons?â He asks and you blow out a breath. Had tried to pull a pit manuever on a Vehicon, but they just transformed and launched themself over your car. And youâd unexpectedly gone off-roading. âWe lost another relic,â you admit guiltily.
⢠Youâre not equipped to go head to head with Decepticons alone and you know it. But he knows youâll just laugh and play it off if he points that out. That you like throwing yourself into danger. Being a human wrecking ball even though your body canât handle it. âWe can get the relics back,â he growls. You, though? What happens when you stop bouncing back from injuries? When your dubious luck runs out? Optics shuttering, he knows he canât stop you. That youâll fight him on it. That all he can do is keep putting you back together.
Hii! Not an ask but just wanted to let you know how much I love your blog! Iâve been struggling with depression a bit but I found your posts and theyâve been such a saving grace to me! (I binged like all your Crosshairs and Ratchet content in an hour or so lol sometimes Iâm just a lil shy to make my presence known đ)
anyways, just wanted to let you know youâre my favorite Transformers writer on here, keep up the good work!!
Awww! Thank you and Iâm glad you like my silly stories! And depression/low days are never fun
Home
TLK Crosshairs x Reader
⢠âHoney, Iâm home!â Snorting to yourself at the yell, you hear Hound and Ironhide both growling at Crosshairs to shut up. And you track the sound of his heavy peds moving through the temporary base, head turning when his knee thumps down and heâs bending over to look inside the open doorway to the makeshift kitchen. âMiss me?â He teases as you set down your knife and wipe your hands on a rag as the other resident human on KP duty sighs and reaches to take over chopping veggies for everyoneâs dinner.
⢠Optics narrowing as you stop just inside the doorway knowing his hand is too big to just reach in without damaging the door frame, he rumbles. Going to be that way then? âI donât know. Iâve personally enjoyed the quiet,â you counter and he rears up on his knees, hand pressed dramatically to his chassis over his spark. âJust gut me why donât you,â he growls, optics shuttering. Waiting a beat, he cracks one optic open to see your reaction.
⢠Wrinkling your nose at him, you lean against the door frame, arms crossed. âI would, but you like it too much when I yank on your wires,â you retort and you hear the other person behind you badly disguise laughter as a sudden coughing fit. And the big mech growls, leaning down again and trying to hook a servo against you to pull you outside. Dancing out of reach, your shoulders shake with laughter.
⢠Growling as his optics narrow, he snarls when someone smacks his aft, his head turning to glare at Hound laughing. âHey, Iâm not the only one that enjoys servos wiggling inside me,â he teases and your face heats. âWhy donât you come out here? See your conjunx and Iâll show you how much I missed you,â he teases and he clears his vents when he hears the other human in there with you groaning âyes, please go get a room. I donât want to hear this.â And youâre laughing even harder.
⢠âHey, you should hear what they call me when I-â Waving a hand to cut him off as you keep laughing and the other person groans loudly, you step outside and servos curl loosely around you, lifting you as he eases up some, still kneeling on the ground. âToo much?â He asks as you hang onto his hand and you raise your eyebrows at him. And heâs slowly standing, cradling you to his chassis as he walks, a servo sliding against your hip. âThey might have an aneurysm if you tell them all my pet names for you,â you say and he just grins, nuzzling against your body.
Bumblebee after receiving the command of the Autobots because nobody knew if Optimus was alive or not. But he shouldn't be the leader because he can't decide between waffles and pancakes and now he's wondering why the hell the Autobots chose him for the leadership role if he can't even make the most simplest choicest without internally breaking down and Optimus you better be alive or I swear on our dead friends I'm coming for yo-
Hi, Iâm going through a tough time at the moment and wanted to something related to TFP Ratchet to cheer me up. Surprise me!
Thank you, Revel. :)
Sure! Hopefully things are going better đ MDNI Mass displaced mech đśď¸
Comfort
TFP Ratchet x Reader
⢠Rumbling tiredly as he presses his servos against his helm, he stares at his console. And his head turns to find the shape of you sprawled on his berth, blankets thrown off where youâve been tossing and turning. Wonders if the light from his console is bothering you. Or if you just missed the feel of his body against yours. Knows he needs that sensation right now. Feels the hungry ache of it as his spark pulses faster and his stare lingers on a bare thigh. How long has he been fighting this data set? Struggling to make some headway? Maybe he just needs a break. Needs you.
⢠Startling awake as youâre gently rolled onto your back and your hips are dragged into Ratchetâs lap, your head lifts to stare sleepily at him. Hadnât even heard him cross the room, get on the berth, or mass shift. âDoc?â You ask on a yawn and his smile is rueful, almost apologetic as his servos cup you. Stroking until heat spreads through you and you wake up the rest of the way. Those big, thick servos spear into you and you hook a leg against his waist, trying to tilt your hips to get his curling and thrusting servos where you want them. Youâre still drowsy, but your body is wide awake.
⢠âThere,â you groan and he keeps pumping his servos inside your slick heat as his spike aches to be released. Hurting to be inside you as you squirm and gasp, moaning his name. Free hand sliding against your hip, he can feel you trembling, the illicit pleasure of your field washing into him as you wind up almost intoxicating. And he nearly overloads behind his plating from the second-hand high when you come apart, servos slipping free as you pant and he waits until your eyes open. For you to meet his optics before his hands lifts and his slick servos go inside his mouth, glossa chasing the taste of you as you flush.
⢠Shivering as he sucks his servos clean, he shifts over you and you feel his spike release, the heat of it against your thigh branding you as he growls. âI thought you were going to pull an all-nighter,â you whisper as he moves over you and his spike slides against you, the head stroking and slipping past its mark to make him clear his vents. And heâs gripping himself, guiding his spike to you to stretch you in a slow, deep drive that still makes your toes curl even after as many times as youâve had him. âDid you miss me?â He asks, hips rolling to make you moan.
⢠Carefully settling himself against you, hips moving in slow, deep surges as your hands cling to him, he canât get enough of those eyes. Of how you look lost in pleasure. âI canât sleep without you,â you gasp, shifting under him impatiently. And he understands completely because he canât recharge without the feel of you against him. Lost if he canât touch you, scent you, feel your field. Needs all of it to feel whole. âHarder,â you hiss between your teeth and his hips pump, carefully controlling his strength, but giving you what you need. Claiming you completely as his head dips and his mouth opens against your jaw. Knowing heâs about to leave more marks on your soft skin from his lips and denta. That he shouldnât, but that he canât stop himself, either.
ââThe bills are paid, thereâs a roof over your head, it could be a lot worseâ. Yeah? Well, fuck that kind of thinking. It could be a lot better too.â
It should be
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