Everyone loves Ratchet or not

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M/M, Multi

Fandom:

Transformers - All Media Types

Relationships:

Ratchet (Transformers)/Original Character(s), Ratchet/Wheeljack

(Transformers)

Characters:

Tailgate (Transformers), Blurr (Transformers), Blaster (Transformers),

Sideswipe (Transformers), Wheeljack (Transformers), Jazz

(Transformers), Ratchet (Transformers), Sunstreaker (Transformers)

Additional Tags:

Sticky Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Bondage, Sex Toys, Accidents,

Teasing, Humor, Dom/sub, Idiots in Love

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Published: 2024-05-31 Completed: 2024-06-02 Words: 41,665 Chapters:

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Everyone loves Ratchet or not

by Ratchet30

Summary

Sandor was a new bot on the Lost Light. He had a crush on the medic there and really wanted

to sleep in his bunk. He just couldn't say it, so it was a series of failures that led to the goal.

Ratchet's style is dominant, just the way I like it.

His colors come from Transformers Prime.

If you know any great stories about him, write to me.

Don't forget I'm German, excuse the language.

Notes

Something always happens, especially when you mess everything up and experience mishaps

Terms

Face-Front panel

Hand-Servo

Penis-Spike(Dorn)

Vaginal entrance-Valve

Breem-Minute

Hour-Cycle

One second-One nano click

Swear word-Frag

Protoform-Body under the armor Node-Sensitive point

Rudder-Head

Digit-Finger

Audios-Ears

Optics-Eyes

Glossary-Tongue

Inlet-Mouth

See the end of the work for more notes

Many plagues

Chapter Summary

Sometimes everything always goes wrong

Chapter Notes

Something always happens, especially when you mess everything up and experience

mishaps

Terms

Face-Front panel

Hand-Servo

Penis-Spike(Dorn)

Vaginal entrance-Valve

Breem-Minute

Hour-Cycle

One second-One nano click

Swear word-Frag

Protoform-Body under the armor Node-Sensitive point

Rudder-Head

Digit-Finger

Audios-Ears

Optics-Eyes

Glossary-Tongue

Inlet-Mouth

See the end of the chapter for more notes

The galaxy was as endless as any other day, with many lights and

colorful fragments. The Lost Light ship made a crazy journey to the nearest space harp. On

board, everything was as usual. Rodimus spent a lot of time in his office, Prowl and his

security team patrolled the corridors and Ratchet was busy in his medbay.

For some time now, the crew has also been home to new soldiers, including Thavos the

weapons specialist, a black bot with green accents and lots of spikes.

He had just returned from training when he found his leader and best friend, Sandor, their

great leader.

Sandor was a green bot with yellow masks and dark green wings, which

triangular shape to serve. He had a very good quality in terms of leadership and achieved this

because of his knowledge not because of his

strength. However, he seemed to be very distracted lately. Thavos wondered if it had

something to do with the CMO. He always stares after him, no matter where they were, and it

always ended with him stumbling or running into walls.

There were a few things he remembered.

Flashback

He and Sandor had only recently joined the Autobots, happy to have a new home since their

old home was destroyed and their friends were dead. They entered

straight into the common room, where some bots were already present. There were only a

few bots from the command staff present as it was still early in the morning. They made their

way to the Energon dispenser.

"It can't be true," Sandor said. "We've only just arrived and I'm already being asked what we

can do. And I didn't even mean anything good."

"Oh come on, they just wanted to say hello and get to know you better."

"Get to know each other? They asked me how it would be for a good trip because my stern

looks really hot. They wanted an interface. But I don't go to bed with every boat. That's

ridiculous..."

"Oh, come on, don't be too stiff. It's been so long for you. Besides, it would be funny how

they would mess you up. You know. If they knew what your preferences were, they would all

be gone. Your toys, for example."

"If you tell anyone, I'll kill you. I just like being dominated. But really. It does happen...",

Sandor interrupted himself.

and stumbled forward. He would have fallen if Thavos had not caught him.

"Be careful, what's wrong with you? Have you seen a ghost?"

Thavos seemed worried. Since there was nothing to trip over, he looked around the room.

"Well what, did you see a ghost?" "No," said Sandor, "just a beautiful paint job and

wowww..."

Thavos finally noticed the cause. It was an older mech with orange and white paint and

Medic symbols. Exactly Sandor's type, he always liked older bots with a lot of knowledge.

He slowly pushed his friend along, but unfortunately he went straight past the bot, who was

probably trying to get his Energon ration. And as always, Sandor wasn't paying attention to

where he was going.

"WOW". Was all he said, but the medic turned around when he said it. Sandor started to

stutter for a moment before he slammed into the Energon dispenser and fell backwards to the

ground. He lay there dazed until Thavos picked him up.

"ARE YOU OK?" It was the paramedic asking him while scanning him for injuries.

And it really was a beautiful sight, Thavos had to admit that. Sandor quickly stood up and

stumbled again.

"YES... er... everything is fine," said Sandor. He grabbed an Energon cube. Then he handed

the medic to a second person.

"One too...I already have...mine."

"No," he said, "I already have one but thanks. Are you sure everything is OK?"

"Yes, I've never felt better, just a little clumsy this morning." With these words, Sandor took

off and almost crashed into the next table. Thavos said goodbye to them both. He pushed

Sandor onto the next seat.

"What was wrong with you? You were frozen like you hadn't been in a long time. You were

stuttering. You couldn't say a single sensible sentence. And the way you looked at the

paramedic, you couldn't look away."

"I've never felt better. But he was so woooow." Sandor turned to another bot who was just

passing by with his friend and grabbed him by the arm. "YOU, tell me, what's his name on

that medic over there."

"This is Ratchet." The bot looked

looked at him confused. "Our CMO, just a little grumpy.

He let go of the bot and started eating his Energon ration. Maybe he should try to get to know

the medic a little better, the only question was how.

Flashbacks end

But that was just one encounter. There was another, even worse, where he caused a lot of

damage. It might be better if he avoided the common room.

Flashback

He and Thavos were in the cargo hold another day because they had something to repair. Of

course, his friend couldn't recharge all night because he was always thinking about the medic.

Sandor was a technology expert, he had already built entire spaceships, devices and

computers, some of which were also used here and his knowledge was spread. Here, some

sensors were broken so that the systems didn't work properly.

Since there were already injured people, Ratchet was there too. Thavos made sure that his

friend didn't make any mistakes because he was constantly distracted and he knew why. He

had fallen deeply in love with Ratchet but he couldn't talk to him because he was too nervous.

The sensors were almost ready, just as Ratchet was about to leave it happened. Sandor took a

long look at him and missed a wire. He cut the wrong wire. There was a

There was a loud bang, a hiss and Sandor bounced back with a great force. He didn't know

what happened next. Thavos knelt next to his friend until Ratchet came into view.

"What happened?" he asked as he began to examine Sandor for injuries, he pressed the

wound on his side while he took out the welding torch. Thavos was to press the wound shut.

"All I know is that the line is cut, I hope he's okay," Thavos said panicked.

"Yes, he's fine, at least I'm taking care of him." Ratchet snorted.

"I just wonder how this could have happened. I heard he was an expert otherwise I would

never have let him work on it."

"He is. He was just distracted by... something nice."

Ratchet looked at him sideways, "Distracted, yes. Well, you'll have to tell me more about

that. But not now, I'll get in touch with you."

He took his friend and carried

Sandor went into the Medbay alone. He only knew that Ratchet said his examination was still

due and that he could do it right away.

Flashback end

And of course there was the embarrassment in the lounge, the worst of all.

He had already fetched his cube and found a place to sit. Sandor had been very tense recently.

He had little energy, a lot of stress and was constantly thinking about Ratchet. But whenever

he asked him, he just said it was nothing. Sandor was almost at the dispensers when Ratchet

stopped him and spoke to him.

"You still have to go for your examination, the others were all already there."

"I... uh... still have things to do... can't do it right now... besides, I was already there." said

Sandor, glancing at the paramedic.

"You haven't been yet, don't lie to me." Ratchet looked at him angrily. "If it can't be done

now, then later. And don't think you can run away forever."

"I'll let you know...sometime when I'm feeling bad," Sandor said, walking backwards.

"Not at some point. You will report after your shift or I will drag you there personally. I am

sick of waiting all the time. And don't you dare come when it is too late."

Sandor took another step during the lecture. An angry Ratchet was something that many

people here feared and with the authority Sandor believed it. And of course it had to happen.

Like the other times. He stumbled, hit a chair where he fell over and stumbled backwards

again, then crashed his back onto the table where it immediately broke into two pieces.

Thavos was right next to his friend. So was Ratchet, who scanned him as he got up groaning.

"Well, did you manage it again or do I have to do something else? Now you have a reason to

go to Medbay." Thavos tried to bite back a laugh.

"I go when I feel like it, I'm fine," he said.

"You are definitely not well",

Ratchet scolded angrily, "you've pinched a strut, got a big dent and there are other injuries."

Sandor ducked his head and tried to look away.

"it...well, I...was rejected by your...curves...". Sandor immediately hit the servo on

his entrance.

"Excuse me?" Ratchet narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

"I meant you have a beautiful paint job that blinded me." Sandor looked down at his interface

panel. When he looked up he blushed and tried to hide it. He started shaking. Ratchet had

noticed this.

"Everything is fine." Ratchet scanned him again and touched his shoulder. But you could feel

his grin.

"It's just you...you look good." Sandor stuttered. Then he looked down with a loud "damn"

and tried to stand up. Ratchet helped him and seemed amused. Sandor tried again.

"Ratchet, I'm sorry... I'm just always a bit distracted... and a bit clumsy... that doesn't mean

you don't look good... no, more like fantastic... the colors are good... everything else is good

too... I don't want to either... well, I would like to."

"Excuse him, he is still stressed and tired, but I'm sure he will come later."

Ratchet was not calmed down by this, and only after Thavos promised to come right after

them were they allowed to leave.

Flashback end

Yes, there have been a lot of things that have gone wrong recently, and more embarrassing

situations too. Sandor has either run into doors, tripped or had other accidents. He slowly

approached his friend.

"Sandor, everything's fine." At which his friend looked up.

"No, not really, I can't think straight." He hit the oar.

It's still about Ratchet, you really like him."

"Yes, it is. He has such beautiful paintwork, a beautiful physique, nice curves and a hot rear

end. But I don't dare talk to him. I want to say a lot and we could do a lot. It's just not what

you think."

"Oh, come on, it's easy, I haven't seen her like that in ages." Thavos tried.

"Simple. I can't ask him

whether he wants an interface. That's not possible, what should he think?".Especially with the

preferences that I have. I like dominant mechs. ".He hit the table with his oars.

"Yes, of course, and don't forget the toys. But what actually happened in the Medbay? When

you came, you were really nervous." Sandor turned to him and told him about it. His face

turned red.

Sandor's flashback

When Sandor came to, he was in the Medbay. Bright lights woke him up. Ratchet was very

close, so he could admire him, his armor shone in the light and he looked even better, the

colors really stood out. Sandor liked him and from the others on board he had learned that he

was grumpy and had a lot of authority. He liked that, he also liked his intelligence and

strength. While he was there

He lay there admiring Ratchet's curves. He had a broad chest that was protected by strong

armor, it was much broader than others. His paintwork with red and white accents looked

breathtaking under the light of the medbay. And the beautiful rear end that was visible with

the slim waist, if he wasn't carrying the medic bag on his back his stature would have been

even more noticeable. When he looked up he noticed that Ratchet was looking at him

amused. He had noticed how he had been eyeing him, that was embarrassing.

"Now have you seen enough?" Ratchet had noticed the way he had been looking at him the

whole time.

"So I don't know anything... it's just... I

thought you looked very good...and without that suitcase you have a wonderful stature...oh

God." he stuttered, put the servos in front of the optics and lowered his head

Ratchet leaned down to him. "Do you really think so?"

"You don't seem to be used to compliments. I really think you look great. And if it's not a

problem, I'll go now."

Ratchet directed a servo onto his shoulder so that he would lie down again. "No, you're not. I

just fixed you and I hate it when you ruin my work. Besides," Ratchet leaned closer to him,

"now we can do the examination. So I can be sure that everything is OK. From what others

have told me, you seem to have accidents more often."

On the next set, bend Ratchet

about its audio processors.

"Especially when I'm around." Ratchet let his gaze wander over his body without hesitation.

"It's just a coincidence." He blushed again.

Ratchet grinned at him. "Indeed. Now let's get started. Let's see if you still think that way

afterwards."

Ratchet looked at his slender legs, his wide, beautiful tail that was the same width as his

waist, his beautiful, unique chest with the many lights and his wings. What his thorn looked

like.

He checked his sensors first, as Ratchet lightly ran his hand over his spoilers. When he lightly

stroked the wing joints, Sandor began to shiver, so he took his time. Then came the vital

signs. When Ratchet then ran his hand along his body to examine him thoroughly, he noticed

that Sandor was holding his breath. Medics' hands ran over the seams on his shoulder and

chest, pressing on various sensor clusters. Sandor was slowly getting hot, but he didn't want

to give in.

"Is everything okay?" Ratchet asked mischievously. "You seem nervous."

"No, I'm fine," he couldn't help but groan a little.

Ratchet continued, wanting to be more thorough. He noticed how he was shaking.

Ratchet continued to move his hands downward, activating the sensors. He moved over

Sandor's stomach, pressing in different places and getting close to his hips.

When he hit a sensitive bundle of cables, Sandor could feel the heat and began to gasp.

Immediately afterwards, Ratchet pressed a certain spot and he shot up from his berth.

"Something's wrong." Ratchet inquired mischievously. He continued to knead and slowly

stroked his array. He grinned devilishly. He had already noticed that Sandor was shuddering

below him and wanted to go much further.

"I...it feels...hot," Sandor stuttered helplessly.

"Well then I should take a closer look." Ratchet breathed, tapping his array. While one servo

stroked his hip, Sandor looked at him in shock.

"Well what are you waiting for, open up, I want to see what you're hiding down there. Show

me your spike." Ratchet pushed him onto the bed.

"I think you've seen enough." Sandor didn't want to.

"I haven't seen anywhere near enough." Ratchet continued stroking his array.

"You're probably still busy and I don't have much time. Besides, there's nothing more to

show. I'm sure I look bad down there": That was embarrassing, Sandor blushed again.

Ratchet leaned over him and stroked his belly. "Oh, I can show you a lot more. And I always

take time for special patients. Go on, open up."

Sandor looked at him again, shocked. He sat up, looked around and tried to get up.

"I'm afraid I must insist." Oh he would see that Spike. He pressed a button and cuffs

appeared, binding his arms and legs.

"Now open it. Immediately, little one."

He saw Sandor struggling but he couldn't get past the shackles. But he loved seeing bots like

that. His array popped open and exposed the spike, as well as his valve. The spike was green,

yellow and plain.

"Well, let's see if you're OK." Ratchet turned the top half of the bed down and had a good

look at his valve. He ran two digits over the spike.

"You have a nice tip." He grabbed the spike with his servo, which made him groan. "I have to

examine that closely, including your pretty valve."

Ratchet pulled out a probe that was attached to a rod and vibrated. "I'm going to widen the

valve now to get a better look."

Sandor always turned his hips away when the probe came, Ratchet enjoyed the view of his

hips but he still had work to do.

"No, not like that." He reached to the side and pulled a strap across his stomach. "You're

squirming too much."

"That's not necessary, wait." Sandor looked anxiously at the probe, it was long and thick at

the front.

"It's necessary." Ratchet switched on the probe. "Now hold still, oh you can't help it." He

inserted the probe into the pretty valve, watched it slide through the folds, deeper and deeper

until he was almost at the ceiling knot. This would be fun. He left the probe there and went to

work on the spike.

"As long as your valve is widened, I'll take care of your thorn. To do that, I have to see

everything."

He grabbed it, stroked the sides and ran it over the head, circling it. Then he pumped the

spike, the handle tightening at the top, beads of transfluid appearing. He kept pumping it until

it got thick, the probe humming and working its valve, Ratchet turned it on, making Sandor

gasp even more.

"Ratchet...ohhh no...you can't leave me here...ohh." Sandor shuddered.

"I have to see if everything is working." He leaned closer and pumped harder. He noticed the

shudder and came closer. "That means I have to push you to overload sometime."

Ratchet moved faster over the slot, pumping it, then grabbed the probe. The little one was

close. He pressed a button and the probe grew larger, pumping it into him.

"Ohhh...you can't...ohhh...not here...aaarrhhh." Sandor shrugged.

Ratchet had pushed it deep into his blanket knot, oh the little one was getting closer and

closer and he wanted to see it. He continued to pump him with the probe, knowing where the

sensitive knots and bundles were, he hit each one and pumped his spike too.

"Come on, little one, it's all just for the examination, show me your overload." Ratchet

rubbed harder with the probe.

"AARHH...OHHHH...I...AARH." Sandor literally twitched, which was a nice sight for

Ratchet.

"Very good, little one, you're healthy and you've recovered so nicely." Ratchet untied him and

helped him sit up. "Well, I'm looking forward to the next examination."

"Closest. But Ratchet." Sandor slowly stood up.

"Oh, we can do something else." Ratchet stepped in front of him. "I could take you to my

bunk tonight too.

and show you how to overload."

"That's not necessary. I... well, I already know a lot... not that I wouldn't like to... but spend

your valuable time with someone like me." Sandor slipped past.

"You have a beautiful body little one and I would love to explore it all." Ratchet followed

him. "I'm going to work on that beautiful ass of yours. Impale you on my spike. I'm going to

overload and fill you all evening. All you're going to do is scream my name."

"That's nice... I have to go." Sandor ran out of the infirmary as quickly as he could, saying

that he was sorry and that Ratchet looked great.

Ratchet would bring this bot into his bunk, oh yes, he would hunt him down and then tie him

up all night long so that he could only howl. He liked being tied up tightly, he had noticed

that. Oh, he was looking forward to it.

Flashback end

Sandor looked down and muttered quietly to himself.

"I messed up and acted like an idiot. I really like him and want to spend more than one night

with him. He's great but I don't know what to do. Now he's calling me stupid but I didn't want

to rush into anything. He just made me overworked because of the examination."

"Well that was really stupid, he probably wanted to show you," Thavos said, smiling. "He

probably had fun making you climax."

"He tied me up, not that I don't like it but it was embarrassing." Sandor slammed the oar on

the table.

"Oh come on, I have an idea. How about you give him a present? Maybe Energon treats and

then apologize for disappearing so suddenly. And say that you appreciate him. And I'll find

out what I can find out about Ratchet on board."

"That would be great, I can

try to get the gift to the infirmary.

Maybe with a piece of paper with something else written on it."

"No, you have to give it to him."

But then Sandor jumped up and set off. Thavos went through the ship and investigated.

Meanwhile at Ratchet

Meanwhile, Ratchet was busy in the infirmary. He had to fix Prowl's wings, as they had

become too stiff again. He was thinking about Sandor. It was quite a nice mech and he

wanted to explore its frame, see what else it was hiding. Ratchet had had many bots before,

but Sandor interested him. And he would like to have him in the bunk. The little one

disappeared very quickly and was quite nervous during the examination. He could really feel

him relaxing until he got to his interface equipment. But Ratchet decided not to give up. He

would get him.

"Is something wrong Ratchet?" Prowl asked.

"No," said Ratchet, thinking

he shortly after.

"What do you actually know about Sandor?"

"Only that he is one of the new ones. He was their leader and a technology expert, also very

knowledgeable in other things. He has a lot of knowledge, but sometimes he is a bit nervous.

Especially when he likes someone. That's what I heard, but to know more you should talk to

Thavos. He is his best friend."

"That's a good idea. Maybe that will bring me closer to him."

Prowl looked up.

"I see you think it's cute. Now with its lights and frame it looks pretty good."

"Don't you dare"; Ratchet pressed his wing warningly, causing Prowl to twitch.

"I was the party ambulance. Or do you need a reminder?" With the last word, Ratchet stroked

his interface array.

"Maybe." Prowl spread his legs.

"I thought so".

He laid Prowl on the bed and climbed over him. Of course, it was nothing special. Ratchet

liked to take the lead and dominate his partners. But there were too few to play with, too few

he could tie down.

Ratchet decided to change that. Maybe Sandor would be willing to play with him, then he

could get his box out again. The little one was kind of cute with his frames. But he would

have to ask Thavos.

He opened Prowl's valve and entered, oh yes, Ratchet began to thrust quickly as there was not

much time. But still he made him overload three times. Word stroked Ratchet over his

interface array.

"Maybe," Prowl gasped.

"I thought so".

He laid Prowl on the bed and climbed over him. Of course, it was nothing special. Ratchet

liked to take the lead and dominate his partners. But there were too few to play with. Ratchet

resolved to change that. Maybe Sandor would be willing to play with him, then he could get

his box out again. The little one was actually quite cute with his frame. But he would have to

ask Thavos.

Chapter End Notes

I'm currently writing something else about Ratchet.

Some one shots that are still to come with other characters like Bluestreak, Drift,

Wheeljack, Rodimus, Rung and Sideswipe and Sunstreaker.

I'm also interested in romances. One will be with Ratchet and Drift, set in Dead End,

where Ratchet has a clinic. The other will be with Ratchet and a female OC. Maybe two,

one with the Prime design and one where Ratchet has the Michael Bay motif.

I just need some time.