#ratchet x you

[inhan---inhan]

[homeybadger]

This You?

Pairing(s): Ratchet x ex-Decepticon!reader (platonic), Tony Stark x ex-Decepticon!reader (platonic)

Warnings: violence, reader uses weapons, injuries/blood, reader is a bit agressive

Notes: I'm so sorry if I completely butcher these characters/world. Italics are the reader's thoughts, and *** is a time skip. The reader is a Pretender, a bot that can look like a human

One could argue that you had never looked more like a true Decepticon than this very moment.

The red glow of your eyes reflected off the metallic surface of your outstretched weapon as you stalked forward. Instinctually your face twisted itself into a sneer as the human before you desperately crawled backwards, scrambling over shards of broken glass in a fruitless attempt to reach non-existent safety.

"Not so pleasant, now is it?"

The words left your mouth in all but a feral growl as you effortlessly slammed him against the side of an upturned vehicle. The human's fearful cry of pain fell of deaf ears as you grabbed his hair and yanked forward. You drug him by the scalp for a few steps, eager to make your friend's attacker suffer, and in one swift motion you angled him to properly aim your weapon directly in his face.

"Apparently, this is the only language you actually understand."

Before you had the chance to fire, to exact revenge for your fallen friend, a familiar groan broke your concentration. Your gaze instinctually shot towards the quiet noise, eyes widening as the figure moved.

Thank the Allspark, he's alive!

The human, still captured in your grasp, shoved against your arm- wiping thin trails of his blood against your form. You simply watched him blabber garbled and desperate pleads, righteous fury and pure relief warring in your gut.

How dare they do something like this? To him, of all bots?

The downed form in the distance twitched, and you sighed. From the reflection of the human's tears, you briefly noticed the glow of your eyes switch from red to blue.

"I'll let you live, for now. You come back and I'll finish the job."

Although the threat came out weaker than you intended, the human nodded rapidly in agreement. Carelessly, you dropped him to the ground- waiting long enough to ensure the man was actually leaving before rushing towards the fallen bot.

As you sprinted towards him, he finally noticed your existence. Weakly, the Autobot attempted to drag himself away, eyes narrowing in a suspicious glare. You skid to a halt, raising your arms in an attempt to display your intentions.

I can't waste any time. He needs help, fast.

"What... do you... want from me?"

His words came out in-between harsh coughs that jostled his severely damaged form. Your eyes tracked a stream of Energon leaking slowly from the corner of his mouth, its path down his green paint disrupted by the gaping hole in his side. You fought the urge to glance at your shoulder, to remind yourself of the allegiance you left behind you. Instead, you took another few steps forward.

"I'm just here to help Ratchet. You know me, remember?"

Groaning, Ratchet hauled himself up into a sitting position, shooting you a harsh glare as you moved closer to assist. You could practically hear Starscream's insults taunting you, calling you useless among other things.

"We can't be out in the open like this. We're both being hunted now."

Ratchet paused his movements and you took the opportunity to transform into a hopefully more recognizable form. The same form you'd donned when Megatron revealed your prior allegiance to the Autobots. The same form who'd looked into Ratchet's eyes as Optimus shunned you from the Autobot base, despite your attempted explanations.

While Starscream called it primitive, you found it incredibly useful to pass as a human on this planet.

Ratchet's eyes instantly widened in recognition, before another cough wracked through his body. This time, however, he allowed you to stable him before he could slump forward.

You noticed how his brows furrowed in concern at your now tinier form supporting the weight of his significantly larger one.

"I'm still just as strong Ratchet, don't worry. Now, let's get you out of here."

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You'd been absentmindedly pushing bits of a meal around your plate when a stranger slid into your secluded booth at the diner. You both were quiet for a moment as you studied him- styled goatee and casual suit sticking out like a sore thumb. You sighed, passively rolling your eyes in annoyance.

"Listen, bud. I've had quite the night, so if you're looking to bother someone please move on."

The figure across from you chuckled, tugging his shades off to reveal bright brown eyes. They were gleaming in either amusement or a threat, or an awkward combination of the two.

"This you?"

His phone slid across the tabletop, stopping when it's edge bumped your knuckles. On screen was a recording of your previous work, utilizing your vehicle form to attack Ratchet's assaulters from above.

"How did you-"

"Look, I'm just wanting to know how you got one of my suits."

[writeyouin]

Hello, I hope I'm not a bother, could I may request something w/ TFP ratchet and a male reader? 🥺 You can do whatever you feel like

Ratchet (TFP) X Reader – Time Heals All Wounds

A/N – So, I know that you specified a male reader, but I kept this gender-neutral because there was no smut in it.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Bumblebee chirped and whistled at you, looking to Raf for a translation of his concerns.

Raf nodded once and then translated Bumblebee’s message, “(Y/N), Bee wants to apologise again. He feels really bad about your leg and wants to check if you’re okay.”

You glanced down at your leg which was securely wrapped in a cast to help set the broken bone. Now that you had been treated, you were past the worst of the pain and were mostly just uncomfortable. You had received the injury when Bee had gotten into a scrap with a Vehicon. He had been forced backwards and you hadn’t gotten away in time. It could have been a lot worse, but Bee had managed to slow himself just in time to stop himself from crushing you, but it was too late for you to get away unscathed. Now, a few days later, you were recovered enough to walk around the base with the aid of crutches.

“It’s fine, Bee. Really,” You assured him with a smile.

You walked a short distance on your crutches.

“See, I’m walking around now and everything. I’ll be better in no time.”

Despite your attempt to alleviate Bumblebee’s guilt, his door-wings drooped and his vocaliser chirped in a melancholy register. He walked away miserably, dragging his pedes.

“I’ll talk to him,” Raf told you before following his partner, calling after him, “Hey, Bee, wait up!”

Sighing, you started the difficult journey to the top of the stairs, planning to stay out of the way on the top floor where there was a sofa for you to rest on. After a short while, Ratchet entered the room, a look of mild annoyance crossing his face upon seeing you.

“Oh, you’re here,” He stated pointedly, having yet to spend any time alone with you.

“I am,” You replied languidly, looking up from a book you had been reading.

“Well, I’m not going to babysit you. I hope you know that.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to,” You retorted drily, returning your attention to your reading material.

“Bah,” Ratchet grumbled, starting his work on the computer terminal.

The two of you sat in silence, and while Ratchet was initially annoyed by your presence, he soon realised that you weren’t going to bother him like Miko or Bulkhead usually did. Upon that revelation, he found no cause for complaint and settled into his research, continuing his attempts to come up with a synthetic alternative to energon.

Yet, as usual, Ratchet’s tranquillity was not to last as Jack arrived, requesting Ratchet’s assistance.

“Hey Ratchet, Arcee wants to know if you have any uh-” He looked at his hand, reading the smudged writing on the palm, “Nitrinsic-enjex? Whatever that is.”

Ratchet huffed, annoyed by the interruption, but before he had a chance to bark an answer, you piped up, “What does she want it for?”

“She’s experimenting,” Jack replied. “Trying to create a grenade that will corrode Cybertronian metal on impact, since things are getting tougher lately.”

“Tell her that nintrinsic-enjex is too unstable for that. If she wants to play with explosives, she should stick with the resources that Fowler provides.”

“She said those aren’t powerful enough for guys like Megatron.”

“Okay, fine. Then tell her that she should use a combination of gunpowder and Cybertronian hydrex in a thin titanium casing, with a 1:2 ratio in favour of the hydrex.”

“Uh…” Jack looked to Ratchet for affirmation of your response.

Ratchet in turn was staring at you, gobsmacked. He recovered himself enough to nod at Jack, “Yes… That’s right. Do as (Y/N) says.”

Jack stayed for a moment longer and you realised that he had already forgotten your instructions.

“Okay,” You sighed, “Go back to Arcee and I’ll text you what she needs. She’ll find everything she needs in storage room three, by the way. Oh, and tell her to handle the hydrex gently, it’s motion sensitive until it’s sealed in the titanium.”

Jack nodded at you gratefully and ran off, awaiting your text.

Ratchet was still staring at you, and you decided to address what you incorrectly assumed was the elephant in the room.

“I know,” You said disbelievingly. “I didn’t think Arcee cared for explosives either.”

Ratchet ignored your comment, loudly demanding to know exactly what was on his mind. “How did you know all of that?”

“Hm? Oh,” You held up the book that you had been reading for the last few hours. It was a printed copy of Ratchet’s research and a catalogue of the resources he had managed to obtain and create since coming to Earth.

“You’ve been reading my notes?” Ratchet said, askance.

“Yeah… Is that okay?”

“Yes, of course. I’m just surprised that you would-” Close to complimenting you Ratchet stopped short, instead saying, “Yes, well, it’s good to see someone using their brain for once.”

You exhaled a small laugh, smiling as you returned to your reading.

Over the following weeks, you were stuck with Ratchet, but it didn’t bother you as your affection for the cantankerous medic grew. Ratchet was also affected by your constant presence, at his workstation, growing rather fond of you. In an attempt to get even closer to you, he nominated himself your personal doctor.

Whilst working, he would take short breaks to remind you when to exercise and when to rest. He looked up what constituted a healthy human diet, and often reprimanded you when you didn’t drink enough water. When Bulkhead got too rowdy, or Bumblebee too loud, Ratchet would scathingly remind them that a patient was recovering and they would look at their pedes, mumbling glum apologies. Then, when it got late, Ratchet would either drive you home himself or offer you his hab-suite to rest in, seeing to it that you weren’t disturbed.

One day, when it was just you and Ratchet in the base, you dared to joke that you were on the list of Ratchet’s favourite patients.

“A list?” Ratchet scoffed. “(Y/N), you are the list. That’s why you get the best medical care.”

“Nagging counts as medical care?” You chuckled.

“If you don’t like my nagging, what would you suggest?” Ratchet demanded.

“I don’t know… kiss it better?” You joked, raising your leg for a second before letting it fall again.

Ratchet rolled his optics and marched back to his computer terminal, mildly annoyed by the low hum of his cooling fans. Fortunately, you were only a human and didn’t know what the sound signified.

Unoffended by the abrupt end to the conversation, you started playing around on your phone, awaiting Ratchet’s offer to take you home. Yet, the night wore on, and more tired than usual, you fell asleep on the sofa, dropping your phone on your chest as you drifted off.

After a few more hours of work, Ratchet finally turned to you, surprised to find you napping. Reluctant to move you, he decided to leave you there for the evening.

“Kiss it better,” He muttered to himself grumpily.

Then, sighing Ratchet pressed a servo to his lips and then moved it to your leg, touching it gently. Soon enough, your cast would be off and although Ratchet knew that it would only be time that healed your wound, he couldn’t help feeling that his love for you might help. He only hoped that when you were better you would still choose to stay with him instead of going back into the field with the others; he didn’t want to be alone again.

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[yandere-wishes]

The more I study electronics the more I'm positive whoever came up with Transformers smut terms was studying something in the electronics engineering field.

[desertrosesmetaldune]

[1244950]

Bayverse Optimus trying to convince TFP Optimus to break up with Megatron

[skoff-the-artist]

"Hey... wake up.. please.."

[whitelionspirit]

A few weeks after Drift is banished from the lost light.

Ratchet: You are moping again….

Y/N: I just…miss him.

Ratchet: As do I.

Y/N: *you sigh pulling out the case Drift had left for you before leaving.*

Ratchet: *Peaks over at you as you open the case of human sized Cybertronian medical tools.*

Ratchet: Where did you get that?

Y/N: Oh Drift left it for me as a parting gift I guess plus a letter.

Ratchet: *Tenses* He what?!

You who is unfamiliar in some Cybertronian customs had unknowingly received a first action in a conjunx ritus. Ratchet was going to kill him if he ever saw him again.

Many months later Ratchet did indeed hit Drift upon seeing him again.

[kittycookiesuwu]

Hiya! I love your art and wanna ask if you could draw some family art with Optimus, Ratchet, and Bumblebee (both little and older... teenage?) Your art just makes me wanna watch Prime over and over again ^^

Hiyaa! Thanks alot for the kind words- I tried doodling something, might not be the best but I hope you like them :)

I have not drawn Bumblebee that much either so hope he doesn't look horrible in my artstyle :'DDD

[mainenorth]

[inhan---inhan]

[jazzy-man13]

Hello! I like to ask/request, if you have time, could you do the TFP Decepticons and Autobots, of your choice, and with human Reader? Romantic/Platonic

Reader adopts twin sparklings or cybertronian babies, Girl and Boy Twins, and Reader doesn't know what species/race/alien the twins are, yet Reader's raising and loving the twins as their own. Same with the twins and their kinda Mama's kids (?), they're very attached, love, and also very protective of their human parent…

Then One day, they meet them, the Autobots/Decepticons, and that bot/con kinda like or act as parent figure, being co-parent to their adopted sparklings, and also having feelings for the Human reader.

Gn human reader with sparklings encountering TFP autobots/decepticons (pt1?)

Grrr tysm anon for the request, I had a lot of fun with this! I was gonna do hcs with several characters but I got carried away with a Bumblebee scenario- so um yeah here's that. I plan on doing a follow-up at some point with more characters (hcs) for this but I didn't want to keep you waiting any longer! Hope that's okay :))

Bumblebee-

You were out looking for more of the blue substance your twins fed on. It had been a couple days since you ran out, and the twins were getting restless. The girl, which you had named Goldrush, started gnawing on her brother, Darkage. Darkage didn't take to kindly to that, swatting her off of him with a surprised squeak.

You sigh. "What am I gonna do with you two?" You chuckled, waving the twins back over, not wanting them to wander off as they bickered. As you walked off the road and towards a cave that you hoped would have some more, you heard an explosion.

The ground shook, nearly knocking you off of your feet, before you saw a yellow car, followed by 3 purple cars, racing towards you at an incredible speed. With a yelp, you dive out of the way, the twins landing next to you in a pile. "You okay?" You ask, worridly turning to the twins. They nod, with Goldrush looking slightly agitated at Darkage for landing on her.

A dark shadow looms over you as you look up to see one of the purple cars, now having transformed into a tall bot, reaching down to grab you. With a frightened screech, you duck out of the way. The twins rush in front of you, standing only a few feet taller than you are, growling and snarling at the purple mech.

Before it has time to react, a yellow bot slams it in the side of its head, sending it flying out of your view. The yellow bot looks down, noticing you and the twins, and starts beeping as what you could only describe as confused.

You hesitate, not sure if it- he?- is hostile or not. He looks an awful lot like whatever your twins are, but way bigger. You figure he's probably a completely developed version of whatever species Darkage and Goldrush are. He reaches out to you, seemingly offering a hand to help you up. The twins growl at him nervously, waiting for you to make a move.

Unsure of the situation but not wanting to make the twins more anxious, you accept the yellow bot's hand.Once you're standing on your own two feet again, the twins calm down. The yellow bot transforms back into a car, opening the door as an invitation for you to get in. You figure that if he's the same species as Darkage and Goldrush, he'll probably have some of that blue junk you need. You shrug at the twins and get in the car as they latch onto the roof.

A short while later, you end up driving inside of a mountain in the middle of who knows where. "So, uh, where are we, anyways?" You ask, not really expecting a coherent answer from the bot that speaks in beeps. As expected, he beeps a few times before stopping inside of some giant base. He lets you out of the car, and the twins jump off as he transforms again.

"Bumblebee! You're back!" You hear a kid shout excitedly, before seeing a short boy run over. The boy quickly takes notice of you, as does a large white and orange mech. "Bumblebee, you brought another human here?!" They shout in unison. The mech sounding displeased- while the boy sounds thrilled.

"Uh. Hi?" You say nervously, glancing behind the boy to the large, and clearly annoyed, mech. "I-" The white bot pauses, looking behind you to the twins. "Are those... sparklings...?" He questions, looking at you with bewilderment and suspicion. The yellow bot, who you assume is named Bumblebee, now turns to look at you, as if he just realized the twins were there.

"I guess? I don't know." You shrug nonchalantly. "So... are you gonna introduce yourselves or just stare at me?" You questioned teasingly.

"The name's Ratchet, but-" Ratchet gets cut off by the young boy, who eagerly introduces himself. "I'm Rafael! You can just call me Raf- as you probably figured out by now, he's Bumblebee." Raf gestures behind him.

You smile brightly at him. "I'm (y/n), and these two are Darkage and Goldrush." You say, gently grabbing one of each of their hands and leading them closer. Ratchet tries to speak again, but Bumblebee cuts him off with more beeps. "Oh, Bee wants to know if they need energon," Raf tells you, looking at the twins.

"Energon?" You question.

"Yeah, the blue stuff that cybertronians eat." He replies.

"Blue stuff... OH! Yeah, we've been looking for some for a while now. They could really use it." You say, happy to know that you'll be able to feed the twins soon. "By the way, how can you understand Bumblebee?" You look at Raf quizzically. Raf explains to you how Bee communicates through noises while Bumblebee runs off to get some energon for your sparklings.

At this point, Ratchet has given up on trying to talk to you, and is now inspecting the twins for any injuries. Soon, Bumblebee runs back in with an energon cube in each hand. He kneels to the twins' level, and carefully hands one to each of them. Beeping sweetly, he coos at them, before noticing you and the others staring at him. Looking embarrassed, he turns to you and starts rambling about how cute they are.

With Raf's help, you're able to understand him, and the two of you start getting along remarkably well. He goes out of his way to spend time with you and the twins after missions, and he tries to teach the three of you some combat skills, to varying degrees of success.

The twins cling to Bee like glue whenever he's around, riding on his back or grabbing onto his legs, while Bee lets you rest on his shoulder. In Bumblebee's free time, he teaches you and the twins about Cybertron before the war.

As Darkage and Goldrush get older, bigger, and stronger, you and Bee are able to properly train them. With the twins starting to go on missions, Bee takes you out with him so you can supervise your sparklings.

To the cons' surprise and dismay, you and Bee make an incredible power couple/duo on the battlefield, in spite of your small size. The two of you are inseparable, and with your newfound family, you're just about ready to take on anything.

[starliights-shining]

Hey, It's Halloween. So here's a NSFW(almost idk) Halloween thingy.

Matching Halloween costumes with yor Cybertronian bf/gf, begging them to just wear devil horns while you dress like an angle. Your on your hands and knees now, hands clasped together, puppy dog eyes looking put at them. A little please leaving your lips. They take in the sight, enjoiyng you on your hands and knees, begging for them yo put on a simple headband with red fabric covering it and stuffed horns. They want to, taking everything in their power not to just agree and put the stupid headband on, but they don't. Why not get something out of this. Why waste having you on your hands and knees all dressed up like Primus' favorite angle.

A evil smirk coming across their face plating as they look down at you, a servo coming to caress your head. Your such a sweet angle, but they can't say yes unless they get something in return, a true devil. You promise you'll do anything for them to wear the matching fucking headband, scooting close to their pedes. Your hands coming to place on their knees, you were already perfectly placed for it.

Their spike came into view, a servo wrapped nicely around it, giving generous pumps. "Oh come one Angel, You promised anything for me to put this little headband on." Their free servo picking up the red headband and putting it on. That same evil smirk never leaving their face plating as they spoke. "Now, get to work."

[thatturtleleon]

TFP reacting to you coming to the base with an injury (more specifically a leg injury)

Authors note: I may or may not have fell through my porch (stop laughing how dare you) and injured my leg rly bad, i am in pain lol and this is how im coping

Optimus Prime/Ratchet:

Optimus was working and discussing something with Ratchet when they saw you hobbling towards the stairs like some elderly person

Immediately asked what was wrong and if you're alright

You nod and wave it off as nothing, but your hesitation to walk up the stairs said otherwise

Once they realize something's up with your leg, Ratchet quickly goes into medic-mode and Optimus wants to know what happened, how it happened, and if your ok

Now you have two old bots asking a billion questions at once

After you've sat down on the bottoms steps and reassure them you're alright, you explain what happened

Both of them are like :0

Ratchet goes into medic-mode AGAIN, grumbling something along the lines of "how have humans survived this long" and "cannot believe humans use wood for architecture when it's such a safety hazard"

Optimus is calmer now knowing that you're ok, but still watches as Ratchet makes sure you're 100% not dying

Eventually they settle down, and lift you up very carefully to the couch area where you can rest

Don't you even THINK about touching those stairs.

Bumblebee:

Freaks out for a second

*panicked beeping noises* "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FELL THROUGH THE FLOOR WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR LEG ARE YOU OK!!??"

You calm him down, explaining that it was just your leg that went through and all you got were a few splinters and some nasty scratches

He'll do whatever he can to make you feel better

Video games? Absolutely !! TV? Yes ! Taking you on a drive? Yesyes

Figures that if he keeps you busy (but off your leg), it'll distract you from the pain

and it works, but you do eventually need to rest and he'll be there if you need help with anything

Arcee:

"You what"

Kind of the same reaction as bumblebee but 10x calmer (at least on the outside)

On the inside she's worried bc you just told her you hurt your leg, yet you're WALKING still (wouldn't even call it walking, more like shakily limping around)

Arcee's not gonna baby you but she is gonna make sure you're ok throughout the day

Which means she's probably gonna stick by you a lot more

You don't mind it though, the two of you chat and chill most of the time

If she has to go on a mission while you're still recovering, she'll put you on the couch in the base and says if you even think about moving she'll fuck up your other leg (not really ofc but her "arcee-ness" tone makes you listen anyways)

Bulkhead:

Sweet bot i love him so much <33

You explain what happened in great detail and if cybertronians could get queasy, he would most definitely be

If Miko was there she would be all ears though LMAO

"Was there a lot of blood???!!!" "MIKO!"

Ofc asks if you're ok and how long it'll take until you get better

Probably'll ask Ratchet or June if he can do anything to help, and June says to make sure you change your bandages every few hours, and put medicine on so there's no risk of infection

Bulkhead states that humans need to be wrapped up in what the kids called "bubble-wrap" 24/7

Ratchet agrees

[mikiusol]

JRO be like hold on let me make the most heart wrenching characters fall in love and grow together as they venture through their journey of life through ups and down. And he was right ! Have my very first Dratchet fanart ♥️

[uselessmicrowave]

hiii micro <3 how have you been? It’s been a while !

before your requests close, may i please request some TFP Ratchet bdsm with reader? gimme all you got !

You tense against the restraints, you groan when Ratchet presses the (new and unused) toothbrush against the top of your slit, pushing downward. You clench your jaw, gasping at the intricate sensation of the bristles against your sex.

“Good girl...” Ratchet hums, rubbing his thumb over your side in a comforting way. His cool servos wrap around your back, making you shiver and arch your back for him. “Sweetspark...”

“Daddy-” you're cut off by your own whine, gasping again, letting raw and stinging pleasure run through your body. Ratchet smiles at your cute tensing and whining, pulling the toothbrush away from your body when you relax again. “Hhn...”

“Oh, good girl.” the medic picks you up, cupping your body in his gentle servos. He kisses your stomach, smiling at your soft panting. You unfurl in his servos, letting yourself be limp, smiling a little. “That's right, Y/n, just relax now."