Transformers Prime X Reader Oneshots/Lemons [REQUESTS CLOSED]

Reverse Treatment (Ratchet x Femme Reader) Lemon

Description - Ratchet gets injured in battle and it is your job to give the doc a taste of his own medicine (Pun intended)

⚠️ Involves handjob smut ⚠️

This was a horrible way to start off this mission. Our only medic we had capable of keeping our team from breaking down and he was wounded in an unfortunate event during our firefight with Decepticons. Ratchet insisted he needed to help out the team this time, but the old fool bit off more than he could chew and paid the price. I rushed in to defend him the moment I saw a vehicon spraying their bullets at him without mercy. I was filled with fear and rage when one of the shots penetrated through his leg armor. Ratchet let out a painful grunt and tumbled to the ground.

"Ratchet!", I yelled. I glared at the Decepticon furiously and lunged at him without hesitation. I gave them no time to react as I punched mech to the ground and continued to throw hits until I knew he was done for. My rage was a little over the top that I was a little disturbed by my overly aggressive actions, but I couldn't focus on that right now. I turned to Ratchet's aid, placing a servo on his shoulder plate and inspecting his injured leg. There was an open bullet wound above his knee plate. Ratchet groaned and pushed himself up by the servos. I knew as well as he did that it was too bad of an injury to fight anymore. I accessed my coms.

"Optimus! Ratchet has been badly injured, I must take him back to base!", I called over the com.

"Understood, we will take it from here (Y/n). Insist that Ratchet does not exceed his injuries. We can't risk loosing our most valued colleague", he replied diligently. I gave him a quick response of confirmation and turned my attention back on the wounded medic.

"Come on, you need to retreat", I urged him to stand. Ratchet winced as he stood up anchored by my body.

"I-I can't. The team..", his voice broke out while he was trying to fight off the pain from his body weight on his leg. He almost gave out, but I had a good grip on him.

"Optimus and the others are fine, now stop being so persistent and let me help you", I snapped at his stubbornness.

*~Timeskip~*

With the help of Agent Fowler, we managed to get back to base. I rushed to bring Ratchet into the medical chamber. I guided him towards the berth and sat him down. The mech breathed in relief to finally have the pressure off his leg. His legs hung off the berth. I went to grab some pain reducer for him to insure that he wouldn't be in any pain while I patched up his leg.

"(Y/n) relax, I'm not in that much pain", he reassured when he caught sight of the sedative I had in my servo.

"I know your more medically advanced than me, but that's not going to stop me from attending to that wound", I ignored his gesture. The medic looked angry from my incompetence.

"Do you even know what to do with that?", he growled. I replied by sticking the needle into the side of his thigh on the side of the injury.

"Aurg!", the mech exclaimed. He jerked his back from the sudden sharp pain I inflicted. I pulled the needle out and looked at Ratchet with a smirk that told him that I did in fact know how to use a syringe. Even with my lack of skill, I was at least observant of some of Ratchet's procedures whenever he tended to the other members.

"I know I'm not a science genius like you, but if you let me patch you up it will be under your supervision anyway. Just tell me what to do", I spoke with confidence. Ratchet rolled his optics with a dissatisfied grumble, knowing his disapproval would have no effect and that he didn't have a way out of this.