I'm (hopefully) chill, really like the ninja turtles, sonic, mass effect, Transformers, Detroit become human, wakfu, five nights at freddys, The Outsiders, Trigun, Gundam (seed destiny, specifically) and so many other fandoms but those r the ones Im REALLY into
I do have a couple kins but not in like the fictionkin way I just really see myself in Donnie (from rise and 2k12 tmnt), D-16 (TfOne), Soundwave and Perceptor (G1) and ESPECIALLY Charlie Watson from the bumblebee movie gosh she's ACTUALLY me.
I nonshare yume in the way that like, no I dont care if ur reading and enjoying fanfic, or posting abt how hot they are but if u r like "omg lololol my boyfriend" Im probably gonna block cause that makes me mildly irritated
I'm sorry if my comments on your fan fiction is weird.. I probably still mean it tho đ
âi shave for sensory reasonsâ is borderline a thought terminating cliche to me at this point. omg iâm bored letâs all examine our preferences and where they come from haha
So I actually DO shave for sensory reasons??? I don't fucking care about my body hair otherwise but I shave my fucking pussy because I hate when that shit gets stuck to my pads or like poked through my underwear yknow??? I was having this conversation earlier but this topic pisses me off, people that are "against shaving" make no sence to me because it's w choice entirely based on someones own preferences for how they want THEIR BODY to feel like. Does anyone else enjoy the feeling of being baby smooth because I DO. I'm not searching for a guy and I'm not shaving for one either because I really don't care. I'm shaving because I hate when I'm rubbing lotion on my body or scratching myself and I feel all those tiny pricks or that fucking sound of scratching short hair because I HATE IT. I hate that this is just another "ohh your just doing it for attention." Because that is the same fight we've been trying to win when women dress up nice or do their makeup extra to make THEMSELVES feel nice, some people just want to FEEL NICE.
DONATELLO. HE IS. THE GOAT. 2012 Donnie holds a place in my heart but honestly I like Raphael and Mikey more in 2012,, other than that Donnie is my absolute fav in every iteration
drunk (and probs sober too, but def drunk) 98!Vash is 100% the type to reach up and give ur boobs a couple squeezes while going "honk honk!" like a dumbass muffled by his mouth against ur pussy
Ooh, so we are getting more asks about Ratchet and Optimus? How about.. Ratchet and Optimus fucking secretly in their room and reader accidently looked from the human door what they were doing and now doesn't know how to talk normally to them while blushing.
UH OH! âïž
[TFP] Optimus Prime/Ratchet/Human!Reader
[â ïž]: nsfw, polyamory
Idk if do a version tfa of this. Ah, sorry, I changed the request a bit to be able to do it!
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Listening to the deep moans echoing from Optimus's room, you're not sure how you should react.
The Prime had given you free and exclusive access to his space. You didn't normally take advantage of that, but you had seen some things abandoned in unimportant corners, so you decided to show up one random night to take them while he was away.
Or at least he was supposed to be away.
You feel your face burning as you peer once more through the open crack in the large metal door. Ratchet was lying on the berth, his helmet pressed back against the thick mattress while Optimus, grabbing the plates on his thighs, pushed his hips hard toward... Whatever they had there.
From your angle, you can't get a more explicit view of their... alien reproductive parts, but you can make out a bright magenta fluid seeping from the junction. Ratchet covers his chest plate with his arm, and Optimus leans over him between low, rumbling grunts.
The berth beneath them rocks hard, mainly from the Prime's constant, rapid movement against the medic. How rough!
You can also hear the sound of metal against metal, dry, sharp, and not so loud.
"Ah..." Exhaled softly, blushing, how are you supposed to look at them the same after this?
How are you supposed to keep this secret?
Will the team even know that their leader is sleeping with Ratchet? Although clearly not, if the fact that they lied about where they were gives you any indication.
Shakily and almost reluctantly, you pull away. You close the door gently and the sound is completely muffled behind the room. It's okay... You just didn't see that, ever.
You swallow hard. If Optimus and Ratchet are relatively related, does that mean you're not crazy when you think they're flirting with you?
The overly long caresses, the constant touch on your chin, and the charming smiles they don't give to anyone else... But you were convinced that they just couldn't be after you, right? Not the bitter doctor and the great leader, seriously, how could they even want a relationship?
The ideas start to reorganize in your head and you feel nervous.
Just keep playing dumb and forget about it.
You run back to your room to try to sleep.
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You couldn't sleep. Not with the image fresh in your mind and a small, rebellious warmth in your belly that you're ashamed to admit.
You almost feel like you can fall asleep on the old sofa before you feel Ratchet's soft touch on your head.
"I am talking to you."
You sit up slowly, avoiding his forehead plate. The tip of his digit is soft on your head, and you can almost feel him giving it a gentle stroke backwards. "I'm fine, just... sleepy."
"I bet you have been wandering around again at night instead of sleeping." The doctor growled softly, and you can't help but feel nervous. Did they see you?
No, no, you're being paranoid. "I just didn't sleep well, I was tidying my room until I got sleepy. I guess the physical effort wore me out." You make up a vague excuse, and Ratchet seems to believe you.
Sighing without any real annoyance, he gently takes your chin, forcing you to look at him. "You need to rest, little one."
And you avoid his gaze because you still can't hear his voice without remembering the chorus of moans he was drowning out just a few hours ago.
Your cheeks can't help but flush. You want to believe that you're not special, that you're just imagining it because you want something interesting in your life, but has he ever touched anyone else the way he touches you? Does he use those nicknames on any other human without being sarcastic? Does he drop that grumpy facade just to be gentle with someone other than you?
You can't help but like this special treatment, this exclusivity, but this time it feels strange, more than your usual nerves. You promised you'd try to forget him.
"I'll rest," you reply quickly, your voice high-pitched. There is silence, and his grip on your chin extends until your hands gently push him away. "I'm going to lie down on the couch."
You barely try to escape when Optimus's heavy, characteristic footsteps make their presence known, and with them, he does.
His optics don't take long to find you, and he calls your name almost cheerfully, as much as Optimus could show it, of course. "Good morning, how did you sleep last night? You are up early."
Last night.
You focus on your fingers, playing with them as a slight paranoia returns to your mind. "Uh, fine, just a little restless." And your eyes don't hide as they look anywhere but at the two of them.
Yes, you got up early, it was a mistake. At this hour, only Optimus and Ratchet are starting their activities while the rest of the team rests for another hour or two. But you said you were going to forget about it and act like nothing happened!
"Are you sure you're okay, my little one?" He leans over, his servos gently touching your shoulder, prompting you to look at him. "Maybe you need some rest. You can do that in my room if you like."
You can't help but look at him, and he greets you with a small, charming smile that you're pretty sure you're one of the few who has seen.
You can't say it doesn't affect you when you find yourself smiling back like an idiot. "N-No, I have my own room. Besides, I'm fine, I assure you, Optimus. I don't need any more rest."
"You're stubborn." Ratchet sighs, and Optimus stands up.
You see them exchange a knowing glance before turning back to you.
"In that case, I'd still like to ask you to come with us to my room in a moment. We'd like to talk to you."
"Yes, okay."
You're dying inside.
Once in Optimus's room, you can't help but feel a little self-conscious because you're stepping on the same mattress where they...
"We know you saw us."
You jump, not expecting him to actually say that. "I-I'm sorry! I was going to take some old stuff from your room and I-I didn't know you were there and I came in and- I promise I didn't see much!"
"Relax. We are not mad at you, stop stammering." Ratchet interrupted you, looking amused. "We know you were in there for a while, we sensed you from the moment the door opened."
You swallow hard, grimacing.
"Actually, we are happy you saw us." Once again, Optimus and Ratchet share a glance, leaning closer to you.
"You have noticed that we treat you differently than the others, have not you?" The Prime gently placed his hand on your hair, stroking it with the same care he had done so many times before. "Our smiles, gifts, and gestures of closeness have not been casual. Each one stems from the same source: the appreciation we feel for you. Because our sparks have felt a sincere connection with you, and after knowing you for a long time, with your flaws, your tastes, your personality, your beauty, your whole being, we love you."
"R-Really?" You weren't crazy?
"We understand if this is too much for you to take in. We know that inter-species relationships are not something humans have experienced, and of course, if you reject us, we understand."
"And if not, we will be happy to maintain a romantic relationship with you."
"All three of you?"
They both nodded. "You know that Ratchet and I have been involved for a while. And I am afraid that despite our affection for you, we are not willing to break our connection, even with how we feel about you."
You swallow once more, feeling a bead of sweat roll down your flushed skin. You liked them, you really did. Ratchet was a bit grumpy, but he still had his charm and cared about you. Optimus, though serious, was sweet and gentle with you.
But you never thought about being in a polyamorous relationship.
"Please do not feel pressured to accept us. We will understand your decision."
Although...
They always treated you so well, and even though you tried to ignore it because you didn't want to get your hopes up, you liked them, you liked them a lot.
"Yes... yes, I want." You respond happily, smiling at both of them. It wasn't the dream way you imagined someone would ask you to be their girlfriend, but you're not complaining.
They both looked a little surprised. "Are you sure, little one?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"If so, together we will take care of you with respect and devotion. As long as our sparks burn bright, you will never know loneliness. Our loyalty will be eternal."
Along with their words, they gently took your hands, kissing each one sweetly. "We are sorry this was not more special for you."
"Although if you want, we could use tonight to make it really special." Ratchet winks at you mischievously, and you feel nervous as you quickly understand.
The little rebellious heat in your belly returns once again.
"Is not it too soon?" Optimus gave the doctor a brief glance before looking at you. "Although if you want to do it, my little one, I am not opposed."
"You are not very discreet, little human, we can smell you. Smell how you felt when you saw us, and smell how you feel now." Ratchet quickly clarified, and you realize that they know you're aroused.
Well, whatever.
"I want tonight to be really special."
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Moaning raggedly as you feel Optimus' spike plow through your insides, you cling to Ratchet's servos.
"Ratchet, slow down." You gasp heatedly, looking at the doctor who controls your movements firmly.
"Does it hurt?"
"No..."
"Then we can continue." You almost feel like you're going to come when he lowers you enough for the Prime's length to press against your sweetest spot.
You surrender, letting Ratchet bounce you on Optimus.
The one beneath you was no better, covering his face between deep sighs and grunts of pleasure. You were soft, warm, and tight, and he could feel his spike tighten like never before between your velvety walls, threatening to empty his transfluid tanks.
He had also begged Ratchet to slow down a little, not wanting to overload so embarrassingly quickly, but there was no case for his request.
Ratchet, without mass displacement, held your hips captive between his digits, squeezing your butt as he lowered you and raised himself onto Optimus.
Just 'a little help' he had offered. His own spike was out, dripping, but he still decided to wait to participate.
He kept the pace steady, fast and somewhat rough, but careful not to hurt you. He liked to feel your skin, warm, soft, and so sensitive, your little valve stretching around Optimus, leaving a trail of wetness along its entire length and pelvic plate.
A beautiful sight.
"Ratchet..." You gasp, and he knows you're about to come, so he picks up speed, crushing you against Optimus as he rubs your clitoris.
He made sure to save your moan in his processor when, trembling, you overload at the same time as Optimus.
He finally releases you, letting you rest on the leader's chest while he goes to find something to clean you up.
Optimus gently stroked your hair, looking dizzy. His spike was somewhat sensitive, swollen inside you. "Did you feel good, sweet spark?"
You like the nickname. "Yes... I liked it a lot."
"Do you think you can handle another round?"
You growl softly, rubbing your face against his abdomen. "No."
Optimus smiled a little. "Then I guess Ratchet will have to wait," he murmured, gently setting you aside to return to his original size, which is kind of cool, like an impossible puzzle.
"Optimus..." you complain.
"Calm down, little lady, I can not leave the berth like this."
"And you need to be cleaned up," Ratchet added, entering the room with some wet wipes and clothes he probably raided from your room.
You sigh, but let them take you aside and take care of you.
When they leave you in bed, fresh, clean, and loved, you don't hesitate to fall asleep.
Optimus and Ratchet tenderly covered you with a blanket, smiling.
"Looks like you did not get a chance tonight," Optimus pointed out, looking at his hard spike. "Want some help?"
Ratchet hummed, feeling Optimus's servos grab his spike.
Could I ask how Ratchet, Bulkhead, Wheeljack and Optimus would react to their human s/o sighing dramatically near them and saying âSitting here. Unkissed. When will it end?..â just silly fluffy stuff with the big robo guys!!Â
Also do you have a character limit on requests?? If the characters listed is too many could you do just Bulkhead and Ratchet?? Thanks!
Living for Loving
I am assuming this is the TFP universe. Feel free to resend the ask if I'm wrong tho!
Ratchet:
Ratchet sighs, tired optics trailing to where you're laid out on the nearby couch. With everyone out on patrol, he's left alone with your antics, freed now that the embarrassment of an audience is gone.
You give him your saddest face, cheek squished against the couch arm. "Humans need affection to live, you know."
Ratchet scoffs. "Please."
"It's true!" You say with a pout. "Several studies have been done on the necessity of companionship and affection needed in the creation and sustainability of a healthy individual."
The rush of words, while sounding correct, still strike Ratchet as something you just made up to cajole kisses out of him. Even if you are being honest, the kids all smothered you in hugs before they left, so you're not dying just yet from lack of attention.
"Ratchet!" You whine to him, and his antenna twitches. "Please? I'm sitting here so unkissed, unloved! Do you even care-!?"
A squeal escapes you as two large servos scoop you up. Ratchet grouches, low grumbles in a language older than the human race itself, but his intake brushes over your cheeks. You smooth your own hands over his face, peppering warm metal in smooches.
And despite the show of irritation, there's an audible hiss as he relaxes into your touch, air rushing from his pent-up frame like a sigh of relief.
Bulkhead:
"So you want me dead?"
Bulkhead wilts. "You know it's not that, sweetspark."
"Then why must I lie here?" You lament, fake hitches to your little voice sending stabs right into his spark. "Unkissed. Unloved. Dying, when my beloved is right here, refusing me life's simplest pleasures?"
Bulkhead doesn't know what to do with himself. He's already late for patrol, that plus Miko has been demanding a joyride today. He really needs to leave the moment he's done refueling, and kissing you would mean waiting for the energon to leave his intake, so he doesn't hurt you. He doesn't have that kind of time.
He throws back his energon. "Energon is dangerous for you."
"And my withering away isn't!?" You demand, up into a squeaky register now. Bulkhead sulkingly shuffles past you towards the washracks. "I just want my goodbye kiss!"
"Bleh." Bulkhead spits out the water, the taste of energon washed away. He turns to you, and finds you standing now, reaching for him. Bulkhead lifts you up, nuzzling into the soft press of your lips.
"Be safe."
"Always."
Wheeljack:
"Woe is meeeee!"
Wheeljack flicks a digit along his datapad, scrolling through endless mission briefs and rules. It's boring, but he has his reasons for actually trying to do his work right now.
"Jackie, you're killing meeeeee!"
Wheeljack stretches, holding the pad above his head so he could recline and keep reading.
"You want me dead! You want me neglected and starving and dead and buried and gone-"
"You done?" Wheeljack asks you, but you just turn your nose up.
"No. You also want me suffering." With a huff, you nod to him. "Now I'm done. Can I have my kiss now?"
Wheeljack laughs heartily. You're too cute for your own good, the way your cheeks puff out when you're mad at him, eyes big and watery as you whine for his attention. It feels good to be wanted so desperately, but it feels even better to dangle kisses just out of your reach to hear your dramatic complaining.
"I'll die without my kisses." You warn him.
"That sounds interesting. Mind if I watch?"
You're already wiggling off the berth. "That's it. I'll get my kisses from Smokescreen instead."
"Wait!!"
Optimus:
For all the time he's spent, emotions buried beneath duty and the need to appear strong, Optimus is surprisingly receptive to your playful wallowing and dramatic lamentations. His smile brushes against the warm softness of your bare stomach, low rolling chuckles vibrating his chassis as you daintily throw your arm across your head.
"I have never been so neglected." You cry, despite how Optimus kisses along the bend of your hips. "Oh, when will my big strong mech return from the war?"
"I will always return to you." Optimus murmurs, your giggles gracing his audials.
"You return but yet I still lie here, without smooches." You stroke a hand over his crest, grinning when he gazes up at you, optics soft and adoring. "You enjoy seeing me laid so low?"
"In some situations." Optimus says, taking advantage of your momentary bashfulness to seal your together in a smoldering kiss. "Has that quelled your agony?"
"Nope." You say, popping the P so he laughs. "Gonna need, hmmm. . . twelve more." Optimus kisses you again, pulling back to see you nodding sagely. "Twelve. . . probably more, though."
shipping has never ever been about whats canon or not, people are very close minded when it comes to shipping and it shows. its never that serious if i want to ship two best friends in a show when "friends to lovers" is a trope that has existed forever.
people act like just because two characters are friends means their relationship can't be interpreted in various ways. friends to lovers is probably the healthiest foundation of a relationship out there- dont even get me started on people throwing around the word "fetish" on queer ships.
Warnings: this little blurb deals with mentions of suicide and absolutely tons of angst, dead dove do not eat.
No use of names or pronouns, third person narrative, Yn used, has multiple endings, are all sad.
âSo⊠once you go back to Cybertron, do you wanna split up..? I mean you've got millions of years left id feel horrible if I was the one tying you down..â Yn sat on the console Ratchet was typing on, out of the way. He froze, worriedly glancing down at them before stopping his work to pick them up in his large, silver servos. They didn't squirm or move, used to their large boyfriend - conjunx? Doesn't matter. - picking them up with those sleek fingertips, usually petting their head with his other hand or holding them to his chassis as he worked, but this time his other hand came to support their back as he quickly moved them closer to his faceplates so he could look at them with such a concerned look they regretted even coming to the base today if it meant he wouldn't look at them like that.
âWhat do you mean? Do you want to⊠split..? I wouldn't rather have any other bot on Cybertron than you Yn.â They could have sworn they saw a shine come to his optics as he asked, but the medic was more controlled than that, he'd wait till everyone was gone to bawl and cry about everything. Yn shook their head and quickly retraced their steps, wanting to take back what they had said entirely.
âN-no! Ratchet I've never.. You've been the best thing that's happened to me! But I can just.. Imagine I'm not the best thing to happen to you.. And I'd want you to have that chance if you want it, I wouldn't be upset or anything.. Just- yeah. I-.. I don't know,,! if this was not an ok thing to ask we can pretend I didn't say anything.. I love you Ratchet, I really do.â
âThen this was an idiotic question. I love you Yn. Even if weâre separated by space, I'll always be with you, as your conjunx.â They both smiled and he pressed his intake to their head in a kiss, it was meant for their cheek but it more so encompassed their entire head. Yn laughed and pressed a kiss to his bottom lip and he placed them on his shoulder plate so they could lean against his helm while he continued to type, their knees pressed to their chest as they dozed off next to their conjunx. And even though he wouldn't be here physically in less than a couple weeks, right now was pretty nice. Cold metal against warm skin and cloth, probably leaning on the more uncomfortable of sleeping places but when they're next to him it really makes it easy to forget.
His reminder of their connection helped ease them, enough to let them fall into a comfortable sleep, one that they awoke from, cold and alone back in their own room. The apartment they had come to hate because their partner couldn't be there with them was dark besides the small lamp that was never turned off, and the glow of the ground bridge that had brought them here disappearing behind that lovely, sarcastic, moody, smart and beautiful orange medic they know they couldn't live without. And the reminder that he wouldn't be here physically in less than a couple weeks came back.
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âI'll wait for you Yn.. I'll be back to have you all to myself⊠Don't do anything stupid before I'm back for you. I love you.â The medic leaned down on one knee to be closer to them as he spoke, the space bridge back to the repaired, Autobot led Cybertron glowing behind him, the other bots saying their final goodbyes to their humans before stepping through. Miko and Raph were crying, Jack had definitely wanted to, and probably would later but held it together for the other two. Yn let their tears flow, but a smile across their face for their conjunx, despite all of their feelings was there for Ratchet only, to show him they really were happy he gets to be home, but so, so upset it couldn't be theirs too.
âI love you too Ratchet⊠I promise. I'll try⊠I'll be waiting too.â Waving off to them and holding the younger kids as the bots walked through the ground bridge for the last time. It takes everyone a little while to compose themselves before they are ready to call parents to pick them up. And with their primary ride gone, Yn walks home. A long walk to the center of Jasper into that horrible apartment.
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College is hard. âOh you got a boyfriend? What's his name! Any photos?â
âWhat do you mean you haven't talked for almost a year... I think that means you guys aren't together honey..â
âWhy can't you show me pictures? This all sounds like bullshit..â
âJust say you don't wanna go out with me instead of bringing your imaginary boyfriend into this. You won't even say where he lives.â
On the other hand it's a lot easier for Ratchet.
âMy conjunx stayed behind on earth, they're wonderful, and I can't wait to get the space bridges working again so I may see them again..â
âTheyre actually a human, the native life form on their planet,, intelligent beings, they are taking after me and going into medical science.â
âMy conjunx will be waiting for me.â
But for Yn it gets to be too much, they stop by their pharmacy and pick up their medication, handed a bottle of Adderall by the pharmacist who smiles at them and nods. They go home to that cold apartment and do something stupid, something Ratchet asked them not to do, but he's not coming back. He'll never know, he can keep living happy thinking they are getting their medical degree, still hanging out with Jack and Miko and Raph, and still loving him. That will never change, they will always love him. With half a bottle in their system they lay down on their bed and scroll through the photos they have with him, tears running down their soft cheeks as their heart starts beating faster, their breathing hikes, they start to shake, and their stomach starts to hurt, and it almost feels as painful as all the times they've had to cry over him, but it really doesn't feel as bad.
Ending A
But when the space bridge gets working again, Ratchet mass shifts and steps through it into the entrance to their apartment, lights off, cold, eviction notices slipped under the door, it's quiet. Heavy pedes on the hardwood, dust covered floor, stop in the doorway to the room he'd always wanted to sit with them in. He's seeing them now, small bugs finding food and home in the shell of his partner, broken flesh and the stench of rotting meat covered in cobwebs and the most inconsolable sadness he's ever felt.
Ending B
But when the space bridge gets working again, Ratchet mass shifts and steps through it into the entrance to their apartment, lights off, cold, it's quiet. Heavy pedes on the hardwood, dust covered floor, stop in the doorway to the room he'd always wanted to sit with them in. He's seeing them now, curled up in a ball on their bed like they'd been crying, his spark twists as he walks forward, still too big for the space he knocks over their medication from off the night stand, and places a servo on their warm shoulder. But when they don't respond he's smart enough to connect the dots and realize he was just a little too late.
Ending C
But when the space bridge gets working again, Ratchet mass shifts and steps through it into the entrance to their apartment, lights off, cold, yet he can hear the soft crying of his conjunx coming from the room he'd always wanted to sit with them in, heavy pedes step closer and see their shaking form in the bed, crying hard into their pillows. He says their name and they look up and pause for what seems like too long to him. He steps closer and sits on the bed with them, they come closer and pile themselves into his arms, crying harder now that he's here and he doesn't understand but he knows they love him, maybe just too surprised to show it, and as their crying stills and they collapse in his arms he's too happy to see them he doesn't see the half empty bottle on the night stand. And it's not until hours pass when he realizes they aren't warm in his arms anymore, they are freezing.
Having them here with him now is cold. They're cold. Their body, the way they didn't even say goodbye, or I love you, the way they promised they would wait, and he can't help but be angry at them for doing this. It's okay, couples have problems all the time, they're just being a little distant.
Sorry itâs taken so long for me to post another fic, I have been so incredibly busy with college. Iâll be super busy until after March 14th, then Iâll have a bit more time to sit down and actually write more and get the other 3 drafts I have fully fleshed out :)
Injury
TFP Ratchet x Reader
TW: Injuries, Medical Equipment, Medication, Stitches, Blood, Brief Mentions of Death || Happy ending though!! (Please tell me if I missed any)
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You felt like your head was being squished by a hydraulic press, it became even more painful when you partially opened your eyes. Only to immediately get blinded by a bright light over you. You groan, trying move your arm to cover your eyes, immediately feeling pain shoot all through your body.
âI would advise against moving too much. You will tear your stitches I so painstakingly had to put in.â A voice says beside you. Ratchet, right. You now remember being caught up in the recent battle, one of the vehicons spotting you and proceeding to try and use you like a human soccer ball. The light above you dims almost entirely out despite him scolding you, now the main sources of lights were some of the glowing machinery around the medbay. âYouâre lucky your injuries are only as minor as they are. You could have been killed easily. Decepticons donât care about human lives.â This wasnât the teasing Ratchet you have come to know, he sounded mad and simultaneously worried. âI told you that the idea was a bad one. But does anybody ever listen to me? Noooo. Then things like this happen and I have to fix it. I knew it would happen in the first place.â He bends down and examines your leg that he tried to splint to the best of his ability. His large servos were not ideal for working with humans, and the energon it would require to mass shift was not going to happen with their reserves. âPlease tell me you at least got the information you snuck in for? Tell me one good thing came from this idiotic mission?â You nodded, very slowly reaching for one of your pockets, the movement ached badly, you knew you probably were sporting some wonderful bruises.
You sighed and laid back down. âMy left pocket, the USB should be in there. Iâm sorry, I hurt a little too much to bend a lot right nowâŠâ Ratchet didnât say anything, just very gently moved your arm aside so he could awkwardly use a single giant digit to work the USB out of your pocket. âThank PrimusâŠâ He sets it off on a nearby table, and comes back to your side. While you could tell he was upset, he now looked more relieved than anything, though still a bit upset. Troubled, thatâs a good word.
âYou could have died.â He repeated his prior worry, softer now. âIâm here.â You ignored the pain as you put your hand on the top of his much larger servo, and he looked down. âBut you almost werenât.â He flips his servo over and holds your hand in his now. âBut I am here. Donât dwell on what could have happenedâŠâ He vents at your words, pulling over one of the large bot sized chairs beside the medical berth you were laying on.
âSo whatâs all wrong with me?â You looked down at your banged up body. âFractured fibula, it wasnât an awful fracture, so it shouldnât take too long to heal. Laceration on your right side, I stitched that shut. Nurse Darby gave me some human sized bandages the last time she visited, since Iâm accountable for a bunch of humans now. Bruises and open cuts all over your body, and your left shoulder had to be reset.â He lists, still not really looking at you. âYou will be confined to bedrest for the foreseeable future with that leg of yours.â He motioned to you as he stood up and began to wipe down some equipment. He was acting kind of strange, unable to sit still for long. You were picking up on his unusually distant, and twitchy, behavior. âRatchetâŠ?â He hums, but doesnât look over his shoulder at you. âIs⊠everything ok?â He glances over this time and nods. âOh, yes. Everything is alright. I was merely focusing on cleaning my workstation.â You nodded hesitantly, but didnât push him anymore.
Throughout the day, he was bringing you bottles of water and some food that the kids helped him prepare. Ratchet had to stop the kids (Miko) from giving you only junk food. He also helps you to the bathroom when needed, and helps you back. (Much to your mortification⊠which he assures you that it is no issue.) He would ask over and over again if you needed anything, or if you wanted him to dim the lights at all. When you had eventually fallen asleep, he didnât leave your side. Unbeknownst to you, he whispered to you and covered you with one of his cleaning rags he knew was unused. The only time he left the room was to deliver the USB drive to Optimus, informing him that he had a patient and couldnât leave them for too long. He returned immediately, and sat in the same chair he had earlier.
When you awake a few hours later, the lights were all very dim in the room, and a warm air was hitting you rhythmically. You look over to see Ratchet with his head resting on the berth, still sitting in that chair. He was recharging finally, his servo holding your makeshift blanket, not touching you in case out of fear of causing you pain, but still close to you. You donât really want to disturb him, he barely sleeps, but you needed something for the pain that was starting to flare up again. You quietly lay back down, deciding not to bother him and to let him finally get some sleep. You can totally deal with a little bit of pain, itâs no big deal.
Until it wasnât. The pain in your leg and side especially were becoming unbearable. Youâre shifting as much as the pain allows, which inevitably wakes up Ratchet. âI didnât mean to fall into recharge.â He sits up, and immediately clocks your discomfort. At times he seems to know your body better than you do, and he knows all your signs. âWhy didnât you wake me?â He stands up immediately and grabs the medication heâs been giving you. âYou were sleeping⊠I didnât want to be rude.â He vents, looking at you with obvious annoyance. âYouâre doing that leaking thing youâre in so much pain.â He lowers his servo that has several tiny pills in it for you to take. âMy recharge isnât as important as keeping you comfortable. Itâs my jobâŠ. And my duty as your guardian.â He helps you sit up, taking it very slowly so you donât rip the stitches. His servo sits behind your back for you to lean against as you take the pills with some water.
This pattern lasted for several days, with him not really leaving your side for much. As much as you loved the medic, it was starting to feel a little overbearing at times. He would argue with the other bots who only wanted to come see you, finally relenting when you spoke up to let him know it was ok. All they wanted to do was talk, it wasnât like they were trying to involve you in a game of lobbing, or take you racing. He always shoos them out fairly quickly, saying âthe patient needs their sleep.â You couldnât do anything by yourself, if he saw you trying to move he was immediately over at your side trying to help you with whatever it was, even if it was pulling your blanket up over yourself a little more.
Finally, one night he and Optimus got into a bit of a mild disagreement while you were sleeping.
âOptimus, you know I cannot leave my patient to go on an energon scouting mission with Bumblebee. I am needed here. Send Bulkhead insteadâ Optimus places his servo on Ratchetâs shoulder. âOld friend⊠Your patient has been recovering remarkably. I believe it is acceptable to leave them under my care for the time being. You require some time outside of the medbay, it has been four whole days.â Ratchet contemplated removing the servo from his shoulder, but didnât.
âYou donât know what they need like I do. You arenât a medic. I mean, what if they require new stitches because they rip theirs? What if their splint needs redone? Or, what if their heart stops? Do you know what to do if that happens? I canât just leave a patient under the care of a bot who isnât a medic, no matter how much respect I hold for you.â Ratchet is about to come back, when Optimus holds his arm. âYou are afraid.â Ratchet scoffs at the statement, but avoids looking at Optimus. âI am merely concerned for those under my care.â
âI have known you for many vorns Ratchet. I am more knowledgeable about you than even you may realize. You are fearful for your human companionâs wellbeing.â When Ratchet doesnât say anything back, Optimus removes his hand. âWhat is it thatâs bothering you?â
It took a few seconds for Ratchet to gather the will to say whatâs been plaguing his mind for days. âI was the one who found them after the fight. They were laying unconscious in their own blood. The Vehicon accountable for hurting them was still there, ready to actually kill them instead of leaving them alive and suffering. Optimus Iâve never felt so angry and worried at the same time. I may be their guardian, but they mean much more to me than even I allowed myself to realize. Iâve felt so guilty these past few days, seeing them laying on the medical berth so helpless⊠I canât allow myself to be too far away, I begin to imagine scenarios where I canât save them, like so many others before... I have to see them to remind myself that they arenât gone, and I have done good keeping them safe.â
âRatchet⊠You have done good. They are recovering rapidly thanks to your skilled hand. I believe you need rest, not a break from the medbay as I had initially believed.â Ratchet shook his head at Optimusâs words. âI wonât be able to rest.â
âWhat is really bothering you, old friend?â Optimus gently pushes, and for the first time Ratchet meets his optics. âI⊠care deeply for them.â Optimus smiles a little at Ratchet. âLove?â When Ratchetâs optics leave his, Optimusâs smile grows. âYou have no reason to be ashamed Ratchet. This is not something that can be controlled.â
âRatchet..?â Your small voice calls from the medbay doorway, and Ratchet jerks over towards you. âWhat are you doing up?! You shouldnât be moving with your leg and stitches!â He quickly comes over and oh so carefully picks you up. He glances back at Optimus who shoos him away, his still small smile on his face. âHow did you even get down off the berth?â
âYou left the human sized stairs nearby. I went down them.â You kept the part about just how excruciating it was. But the louder conversation had you worried and you wanted to check on them. âAre you ok?â He stopped and looked down at you when you asked. âYou shouldnât worry about me. Youâre the injured one.â He places you back down on the blankets he put on the metal medical berth. âI apologize if we woke you up.â
Sitting there, you wrung your wrists in your lap. You were really contemplating speaking up about what you had overheard. âI⊠heard what you said.â Ratchet frozen, his back towards you as he put away a bandage wrap, heâs doing that twitchy avoidance thing again. âWhat partâŠ?â He glances over his shoulder at you. âUh⊠the last part.â You scratch the back of your neck, and he vents, shoulders falling. âI apologize⊠It was out of line. I also apologize if that makes you uncomfortable to be around me now, I fully respect your comfort-â
âRatchâŠâ You try getting his attention but he continues ranting, something that is quite unlike him. His back is still facing you as heâs now staring at the bandage wrap in his servo. â-If you would like to be driven to a human doctor for the duration of your recovery period, just say the words. I can call Nurse Darby to come and collect you-â
âWould you shut up and listen to me?â You finally spoke up. And he stops. âTurn around.â Hesitantly, he fully turns towards you now. âPlease sit down.â You motioned to the chair he had been sitting in near your berth. âNow⊠Please move a little closer.â The way he was just doing as you were saying would have been humorous under different circumstances. He was now beside the berth, looking just about anywhere but your eyes. âHeyâŠ. Look at me.â You wait for his optics to meet your eyes, and then you slowly push yourself to stand up. His servos immediately jerking to try and sit you back down. âLet me, please. This is important.â He hesitates, but then rests his servo against your back to help support you. Walking towards the edge near him you look up and make a âcome hereâ motion with your finger. He leans down slowly, and you stand on your tippy toe (not putting pressure on the splinted leg) to kiss his faceplate.
âI love you too.â You say in response to his earlier revelation. His face immediately tinted blue, way more blue than you had ever seen him before, it makes you almost want to laugh. Almost. âI donât want to go to a different doctor, I have a wonderful one right here. Even if you do wear yourself down worrying about others.â He scoops you up and brings you closer to his face plate.
âPlease say it again.â He had finally snapped out of his frozen state. You smile, resting a small hand on his cheek. âI love you Ratchet.â A smile, a genuine smile, forms on his face. He gently moved his face to yours and kisses you again. âYou do not understand how much that means to this old bot to hear.â
While he was still quite overbearing during your healing process, you couldnât really ask for a better medic. Ratchet will never admit it out loud, but heâs thankful for Optimus pushing him to say his feelings outloud. And even more thankful you had overheard it (even if it embarrassed and, frankly, frightened him at first.)
Description: Ratchet offers to pick you up after an "event" at a friend's house. Arriving and seeing you walk out after he initially said bye to you that night, he sees just what kind of party it was and what you wore to it.
Warnings: Maybe OOC, horny, lots of describing of the reader's outfit. No penetration, and not really descriptive of smut, but it is there, I promise.
A/N: It came to me in a dream, and I just had to write it; I hope I did our lovely doc justice. Also, don't be mad that I cut off the good stuff; maybe I'll do more like this if you guys actually like it.
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He didn't know what made his helm hurt more: the thumping music from the giant house he was currently parked in front of or the strobing lights bleeding through the windows and open doors. He's getting more irritated by the minute of the thought of his cover being blown; it's a bit odd for an ambulance to be sitting outside of a human habisuite, especially if it is not there to take care of the injured or for an emergency. He almost texts you again until he sees you strut out with multiple locals surrounding you; he has to do a double take and just about reset his optics. His engine revs up at the sight of it, a high-collared white latex nurse uniform that stops above your thigh, paired with the medical cross in orange, his orange. Your nurse's hat has the same cross in orange; your white tights lead down to a pair of black heels. Primus, seeing you just made him want to grab you in front of everyone here. Your head turns in his direction at the sound of the engine, and you wave at him. The people surrounding you looked over at him as well. He flashed his lights a few times, and you smiled back. You waltz up to him with a few others still trailing behind you, amazed that you had an ambulance for a ride.
"How the hell did you get an ambulance?" One of the boys by you asked while you started touching the hood of Ratchet.
"My lover owns it, and let me borrow him for the night." You tell him while pushing your body more into Ratchet before hopping up and sitting on his hood. You continue to rub him while you chat with the last few curious people about your ride. All the while, Ratchet was trying not to overheat from having your ass directly on him and not being able to do anything about it. You say your final goodbyes and slap Ratchet before jumping off and entering the driver's seat. You drive in relative silence, waiting for him to complain or even fuss.
"Is your underwear my orange as well?" He starts evenly, and you have to steel yourself not to drop your jaw at his boldness.
"Did you take a hit of synth-en before you came and got me?" You tease while gripping the steering wheel; you can feel his gaze on you even though you don't know where he's looking from in his alt-mode. His engine hums a bit louder before he speaks again.
"Are you even wearing a bra?" he asks lowly. That dress looks so tight." You are grinning so hard at his crassness tonight; you love it when he drops the 'I don't care about anyone' attitude.
"Wanna see the answer to your first question?" You ask as he stops in front of your garage, and never have you been more grateful to live a bit farther from town than now. He turns off his headlights, and you take that as your cue to spread your legs; he moves your seat back a bit, which makes you let out a little squeak. He lets out a little sigh while looking at you. You run your hands down your chest to give him a little show before you show him the answer to his second question. You drag your hand back up your chest and then to your neck; you grab the zipper and slowly pull it down your body. You stop halfway down your naval, slightly pushing the fabric away from your chest. You heard him let out a soft gasp.
"So, doctor, what is your diagnosis?" You ask him sweetly while leaning further back into his seating, spreading your legs a bit further while playing with the edge of your dress.
"Well, I'll have to take a closer look," he tells you. You unbuckle the seat belt, fixing your dress just a little bit, and he transforms back to his bipedal mode. He leans down to your level and then scoops you up in his hands, holding you close to his face, smelling you, and rubbing you against his intake, giving little nips to the bare area of your chest where you opened it originally.
"Mhm, such a pretty nurse you are." He whispers close to your face while giving you little kisses.
"Every doctor should have one." You giggle back before moaning when he nudges his faceplate between your legs; he moves the fabric to the side so he can taste you better. Arching your back into his large glossa, you grind into him while he uses one of his digits to rub your chest. He keeps rubbing and licking and sucking until you gasp and let out a shout of his name. He slows down his ministrations on you; while you catch your breath, he moves to lay against the side of your house. You watch him while you calm down before patting his servo, holding you, and sliding down to his modesty panel. You give him a few grinds, and he groans in response before you stop and smile up at him.
