Transformers Prime X Reader Oneshots/Lemons [REQUESTS CLOSED]

Second Opinion (Knockout x Fem Reader x Ratchet) Lemon

A/N: I'm just letting everyone know that this Friday I'm off on vacation for a week. I'll have plenty of time to write but I can't guarantee that I can access internet where I'm going until I get there. Thought I would give you guys a heads up if I'm not active for a week.

Description - You and Ratchet were kidnapped and are forced to perform a certain deed for Knockout.

⚠️ Warning!: Contains voyeur and regular smut ⚠️

"(Y/n)? (Y/n)!", I heard a distant voice in my helm. I groggily opened my optics grunting at the sudden strain of resistance against my wrists. My optics locked onto the mech in front of me calling out my name. My vision was still blurry but I could now see it was Ratchet.

"Oh, thank the All Spark. Are you okay?", he leaned over with his arms tucked behind him. My senses finally kicked in and I stared around the room that was unfamiliar to me.

"What? Where are we?", I gasped. My processor was going into panic mode. I started to squirm my body but I couldn't move my arms. Ratchet tried to calm me with his soothing voice.

"Hey hey, it's okay (Y/n). I'm here with you", he reassured me. He looked so concerned. Thank the Primes he was here with me otherwise I would of lost a gasket. Ratchet's gaze stretched across the room and the empty ambiance within it.

"We appear to be on the Nemesis", he said with a troublesome expression. I sat up checking my surroundings again at a more focused rate. There didn't appear to be anyone else in the room with us. Despite that we were alone I was still unsettled. At some point somebody would walk through those doors to torment us or worse, Megatron would reveal himself. I shifted my shoulders trying to break free from the restraints that were tightly clasped around my wrists behind me. No luck.

"Someone's coming!", the medic warned. I spun my helm towards the sound of steps approaching. As I had feared, the doors slid open and the flash of red paint emitted from the dark entrance.

"Well hellooo there Autobots", the familiar ring of the Decepticon's medic sang out. Knockout made his way into the room, grinning down at us like a bunch of sad sparklings. He had his hips tilted at a slant with a servo placed on one side, as sassy as ever.

"It's a pleasure for you to stop by. Sorry for the poor lighting, we don't get much visitors", he joked gesturing to the dim lights above us. Ratchet growled through his denta.

"Knockout...why have you brought us here?", he fumed. The cherry rech mech laughed, brushing off his shoulder plates and then gesturing towards us.

"As of right now, you two are bait", he pointed to his rival medic who glared back at him.

"And he'd rather have his pawns do the talking for him instead of showing his face?", he shot back. Knockout's optic ridges twitched but he appeared to of ignored his insult.