Worth It (Ratchet x Reader)

“____ I NEEDED THAT!” The smaller Autobot froze as Ratchet’s voice echoed through the base, along with a crunch as she stepped on a piece of machinery.

She cast a sheepish glance back at the medic, “S-Sorry Doc…” He gritted his teeth, at the absurd nickname, “Don’t call me Doc!”

She squeaked, before giggling and running off after her brother. ‘Damn that Wrecker, no doubt he told her to call me that…’ His gaze lingered on her form a while longer as he marveled at how different she was from her sibling, Wheeljack.

While he was built classic Wrecker, big and bulky, ____ sported a slim, agile frame, making her rather short; her helm reached the mid-shoulder plate of Ratchet.

Despite her troublesome nature, he found her to be indisputably adorable. The object of his attention was soon swallowed by a ground bridge as her and Wheeljack went on patrol.

Shaking himself out of his stupor, he turned back to repair the damage that had been done. ‘Snap out of it Ratchet. You have work to do.’






A loud whirring sound indicated the return of the patrol via ground bridge, and Ratchet kept his back turned, continuing to type codes into his computer.

“Doc get over here now!” Wheeljack shouted, and Ratchet’s faltered on the keys as he growled, fingers twitching, “I told you not to call me that!” he yelled back as he turned, then fell deathly silent as he took in the scene before him.

Wheeljack limped forward, one leg at an odd angle, small blast marks streaking across his otherwise undamaged armor. The small form in his arms was another matter altogether.

“Ambushed by Cons.” Wheeljack managed, and Ratchet’s spark plunged as he recognized ____, energon gushing from her frame to splash onto the floor. He sprang into action, leading them both into the med-bay, Wheeljack carefully lowering her down onto a berth.

“Oh Primus, no…” Finally the cause of her suffering was revealed in the form of three ragged claw marks that cut diagonally across her chest, right over her spark chamber.

Energon flowed freely from the wounds, and the shimmer of her spark was visible through the slits in her chassis. “Will she make it?” Wheeljack spoke the one question he was afraid to ask.

Ratchets optics darted over to the frantic male, his voice just above a whisper, “I don’t know.”






“What’s that?” The perky voice asked for the fifth time in one minute. Ratchet groaned, pinching his helm-fin, “You are much too happy for someone who just underwent open-spark surgery…”

That musical laugh reached his audio receptors, and he cast a backwards glance to see ____ sitting cross-legged on her berth, those beautiful optics boring holes in his back as she rested her helm in one hand.

He coughed uncomfortably, and continued to work, turning away before she noticed his face plates grow heated. “Ratchet,” she drew out his name, and he hummed in acknowledgement, “I’m bored!”

He growled, turning around to fully face her, “Would you stop complaining! You are still healing! Any harsh movements could lead to aggravating your wounds!”

She huffed, glaring down at the three rough scars that were now a permanent fixture on her figure. Suddenly, she froze, and looked back up at the medic, and he stepped back apprehensively.

“C’mere would you?” she asked, curling one finger, beckoning him closer. He took a cautious step, and then another, until he was face to face with the Autobot that had come to be the unknown object of his affections.

Her face expressed an emotion that looked like awe, and she stared, making energon flow to his face plates.

“I am as tall as you right now…” He chuckled as she straightened up, “And now I’m taller!” A goofy smile spread across her face, and he was mesmerized by the sight, spark pounding uncontrollably.

“Ratchet, are you ok?” He realized he had been transfixed by her face, and a light blush was visible on her plates. Reaching forward, she placed a delicate servo on his warm plating, making him shiver slightly.

Being this close to her was intoxicating, and he could barely stand it. “I-I’m fine ___.” She leaned in closer, her thin eyebrows scrunching up, “No you’re not, you’re overheating…”

As if on cue, his fans kicked in, attempting to cool him down, which didn’t work to well considering her face was right up in his.

‘Wheeljack is going to kill me…’

That was his last rational thought, before he lurched forward, planting his lips firmly down onto hers. She squeaked, and pulled back, optics wide. He looked away, embarrassed, and mentally chiding himself for doing that.

‘Stupid Ratchet, of course she doesn’t feel the same-‘he was interrupted as small digits found their grip on his chin, and a mouth pressing against his.

His spark soared, and he stepped closer, removing any space between them, slowly moving his lips, feeling her servos grip his shoulder plating. He dragged his glossa over her mouth, asking for entrance, which she provided immediately.

He hummed against her, and gently pushed her down onto the berth, settling himself between her legs, easily dominating the kiss. She moaned softly as his glossa entangled itself with her own, dentas nipping and sucking at her lip components.

They parted briefly for a breath, before he dove back down, the kiss taking on a more desperate, heated turn. He pressed himself against her harder, being careful to mind her healing injury, earning himself a muffled moan, and one servo began to wander, tugging at wires and seams, making her squirm with pleasure beneath him.

Her digits clenched his shoulders, making small punctures as he discovered a particularly sensitive set of wires, and he growled in response, moving his mouth down to her neck.

He flicked the area with his glossa experimentally, and she bit back a moan, making him smirk into her neck. He attacked the area once again, licking and nibbling mercilessly.

“Nnggh, R-Ratchet!”

He smiled triumphantly as she breathed his name, causing him to crave hearing her say it again.

Just as he claimed her lips again, dead set on seeing his hunger through, the unmistakable sound of a sword being unsheathed resounded around the med-bay, causing the two bots to freeze, before slowly breaking apart.

“So this is how things will go down,” Wheeljack’s voice was deadly calm, almost conversational, making his words even more frightening, “I will give you twenty seconds to get as far away from ____ as possible, before I pursue and kick your aft.”

Ratchet sighed, and pressed one last lingering kiss on ____’s lips, “I’ll be back later,” he whispered, then added more quietly, “and we can finish what we started...”

She blushed, and giggled at his shameless comment.

“You now have ten seconds.” The Wrecker sounded way too cheerful, and Ratchet rolled his optics, brushing past him to head for the exit, pausing to send her a playful wink.






“Alright that’s it!”


CLANK!
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"It was so worth it."