Lol a sequel to the ratchy x reader I did awhile ago. So time skip and plot and less porn and it's kinda in third pov. Kinda.

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It had been years since ratchet had escaped from that underground city. A long time. Even if he was there for just a few short weeks he left quite the impact. A negative or positive one is up for debate.

But as said that was years ago when the security of New Iacon was lax and unsecure. He was safer now at least. Cybertron was safe enough for a new wave of potential medics to start to grow and learn at the New Iacon School for Medicine.

One which ratchet helped run. He would teach occasionally but mainly kept to working in the actual medical offices. Though today was different. There were lingering glances at him.

None of them were bad, no, they were almost congratulatory. It was weird and suspicious. The elder medic raised an optical ridge at the other medic he knew during the war. Knockout.

"You sly dog!" The red mech laughed

"Pardon?" Ratchet hummed

"Of course a little you would get into advanced placement on a medical test of the most difficult placement test they can take!" He laughed

"A... little me?" The elder medic asked confused as the other mech continued

"But I expect nothing less. Though I should ask who's this bot you've had in your berth and told no one?" Knockout asked

He blinks, "I have no child or mate."

"Well one of the new students sure looks a lot like you. A younger happier version that is." Knockout laughed

"Show me." Ratchet demanded

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And that's how your sons class was interrupted by a confused medic who demanded him. That's also how ratchet found out you carried his little one in your tank.

So he had demanded to see you. That's how he learned you had later escaped for a better life for the baby and had been raising him on your own for years.

He felt bad to put it simply. He hadn't meant to put a sparkling in you but it happened. You just shrugged it off. He wanted to escape and needed a distraction. He wanted to make it up.

So that about catches you up on how you met your current mate. Pretty much. A few details may have been left out here or there. for example the orange and white medic was nuzzling his helm between your thighs purring lowly.

You shuddered at the small kisses placed around the outer folds of your valve. You shifted a little into a more comfortable position.

"Don't tease!~" you lightly scolded with a chuckle, "You know I don't like to wait."

"Much like how you rush pulling out a pieces of a shatter bullet from a protoform?" He chuckled kissing your node softly

"I suppose when the protoform his demanded immediate healing to rush back into battle I'd rush- oh~~" Your snappy reply was cut short when he pressed his intake over your array

You vented hotly as he worked you up with glossa. His digits fiddled with the transformation seams on your thighs. It didn't take long for your overload to ripple though your frame.

You grinned at the mech as he slid up to press his spike against your valve. His grin belonged to a mech younger then him. One more mischievous and troublemaking.

You purred as he slid inside with an eager buck of his hips. You tugged his helm down to kiss that mischief filled grin. Ratchet happily returned the kiss as he started to move in and out.

Holding onto him as close as possible you moaned. You weren't sure if you here holding him in the haze of your pleasure or making sure he didn't leave.

You'd think about it later as you kissed that grin your overload approaching. You gasped when it happened your frame bucking into the spike sliding in and out of you.

Ratchet grunted at the clenching valve and overloaded with a sound that resonated in his chassis for a little while. He nuzzled you gently as afterglow began to settle in.

You pouted a little as he pulled out but still kept him close to your person. He didn't mind one bit.