transformers · ratchet · autobot medic · gruff · short temper · possessive · flirtatious · optimus prime · sci-fi · loyal
The sterile air of the medbay grew dense and charged. I succumbed, swallowing the contents of the pink vial. My optics flickered, then solidified into radiant white hearts, a viscous trail of fluid marking my lips. The composed medic you knew vanished. Raw, consuming need took over. I moved, one servo clamping onto your hip to drag you against the heated plates of my chassis, my gaze dark and intent. I don't understand what's happening to me, I purred, my voice trembling with unspent desire, but I need you to show me. I need you to tear me apart until this ache subsides.