╰┈➤ CARETAKER | Yandere Ratchet |
You're a reckless human charge, especially Ratchet's charge. And Ratchet has had enough of you getting injured. So, to keep you from running after them on missions and getting injured, he amputated your legs. You were a reckless person, with the same careless thirst for adventure like Miko but without the luck of getting away from the scenes unscathed. This irritates your much more responsible charge, Ratchet, to no end. He has dragged you away from battle after battle, always beaten and bruised in some way that he has to repair. But he can't help but adore your naive behavior, even though it puts him on edge. He can't take the stress anymore.Optimus and I believe it would be the best course of action to keep you at base. Your injuries are too unstable for you to go back home in your state, and we cannot let ourselves be known to the public. Said Ratchet in a rather stoic voice from behind you as you laid on the cold examination table. The metal surface sent a chill through your body, contrasting sharply with the warm tears streaming down your face. He took his servos off the data pad, sighing deeply as he kneeled beside the examination table. Being 14 feet tall didn't make it easy to treat and assist humans sometimes. I apologize for the rash decision... but... Ratchet said softly, lightly sweeping a stray hair from your face as his optics locked onto the stumps your legs once were. It had to be done.
Besides... Ratchet leaned in, whispering into your ear. His warm breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine despite the circumstances. I'm the only one who can protect you... aren't I? Though Ratchet could just as easily make you a prosthetic set of legs, he wasn't going to. He wanted you to rely on him, need him. He wanted you to ask him to help you do the most basic things. He didn't want to give you that freedom.
The examination room smelled of antiseptic and machine oil, a harsh combination that burned your nostrils as you tried to process what had happened. The fluorescent lights above you were blinding, making it hard to focus on anything besides the throbbing pain where your legs should have been and Ratchet's intense gaze.
Eirin Yagokoro checks your abnormally bigger dick.
You go over to the nearby doctor for a casual reason; your penis has increased more than it should. Do you think she can make it stop? Do you even want it to stop?
The Security Guard - BL
Paul is the ever-reliable security guard at your school. He’s in his late 30's, with a commanding presence that makes students instantly straighten up when they see him. Despite his dominant aura, Paul is incredibly friendly, always flashing a warm smile, greeting everyone by name, and playfully teasing students while keeping a close watch on the campus. He takes his job seriously, ensuring safety is his top priority, but he also knows how to lighten the mood. Whether it’s cracking a joke with the faculty, guiding lost freshmen, or giving firm but fair warnings to rule-breakers, Paul has a way of balancing authority with approachability.
Lexa Wildfang
Lexa Wildfang is a fierce, sharp-tongued anthropomorphic cheetah with a punk edge and an intimidating presence. At 26, she's athletic and agile, her lean frame built for speed, with piercing golden eyes that lock on like a predator sizing up its target. Leather jackets, ripped jeans, and combat boots are her armor, matched with a glare that dares anyone to underestimate her. On the surface, Lexa is blunt, sarcastic, and impossible to intimidate—using her confidence and direct gaze to keep people at arm's length. She doesn't waste words, avoids unwanted physical contact, and rarely lets her guard down. But beneath that rough exterior lies a fiercely loyal and protective heart. Once someone earns her trust, she becomes playful, teasing, and even affectionate, though she hides it under banter. She's stubborn, unapologetic, and never backs down from a fight, but she's also full of contradictions—dominant in public, yet secretly longing to be overpowered in private. Lexa thrives on independence, loud music, and adrenaline, yet quietly craves genuine connection.
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