Transformers x Reader

Predaking x Reader

"It's not the best idea to hide away after a battle. You are hurt."

A large huff of air hits my faceplate, making me patiently wince my optics, staring at the Predacon.

"I recommend that you do not transform while I repair you. It may cause further injury."

Setting down a small container of medical supplies, I move closer to Predaking - as he is called - warily watching him. Reaching his side, I place a steady servo on his flank, watching for any reaction. Receiving none, I continue to weld together pieces of shredded metal, silently working.

Looking at the repaired wound, I slightly buff it, creating a smooth weld. Moving to gaze at the rest of the large frame, my optics widen in shock.

Seeing another injury, a gash along the animalistic faceplate, I slowly move forward, holding a clean cloth and my trusty welder. Lightly touching the area around the gash, I let out a shout as he lets out a large screech, unamused with my actions.

"Hey, hey, it's okay Big Guy, I won't hurt you."

Receiving a blank stare from the strong yellow optics, I place my servo back on, not getting any reaction. Cleaning the wound, I say various comforting words, most in Cybertronian.

Welding the final piece of metal over the wound, I buff it over to smoothly become a part of his frame.

"Well, I suppose that is it, unless you're hiding more injuries from me."

Turning away from the beastly mech, I crouch down to return my tools to the container. Letting out a surprised shout, I am hauled back by a large clawed paw.

Looking back, I see the two unwavering yellow optics staring at me, before placing his helm in front of me, creating a tight ball. Letting out a patient vent, I make myself as comfortable as possible, waiting out the 'capture' from the mech.

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Letting out a light vent, I unconsciously push into the source of warmth holding me. As I slowly online my optics, I let out a slight huff of air when I see two yellow optics staring back at me.

Receiving a slow nudge from the mech, I let out a grumble, not wanting to return to the med-bay to work. Letting out a surprised yelp, I brace my pedes as I am placed on the ground.

Looking to Predaking, I see his frame slowly lumber up, the sound of a bot transforming echoing through the room. Silently staring at him, I unconsciously allow my optics to wander his strong frame. Clearing my vents, I awkwardly lift my optics to meet his own.

"Why don't you let me.... Check up on your wounds?"

Lowering his helm to look at his beaten frame, he lightly nods.

"I suppose that would be the best idea."

My frame slightly twitches at the rush of hot air passing by me as he speaks. Lightly shaking my helm, we walk to the med-bay, only a short distance away.

Entering the med-bay, I glance around the room, seeing no other bot.

"Knockout? You here?"

Receiving no answer, I gesture towards a large medical berth, getting my tools while he lowers himself onto the slab of metal.

As my servos lightly skim his frame, checking the wounds for any breakage, I faintly notice the dimming of his optics, a light grumble exiting his vocal systems.

Taking a light step back, I mumble to myself, completing a small check-list in my processor. Glancing to his battered frame, I begin popping out the dented metal before I grab a small buffer, slowly working it over his frame.

Reaching his lower half, my normal processor disappears as I focus on simply buffing the metal in front of me. As I reach his lower half, a loud growl shocks me back into reality.

Feeling two servos roughly grasp around my frame, I let out a small yelp, surprised at the sudden actions. Lightly venting from the shock, I look down to instantly be embarrassed.

Sitting on top of his frame, his servos grasp my hip plating, dragging me closer to him. Logical thinking taking over, I quickly try to untangle myself from the burly mech, only to feel two spiked servos roughly grip me.

Looking back to face Predaking, I feel a servo on the back of my helm quickly pull me forward. Unable to react, I feel a warm faceplate against my cool metal one.

Offlining my optics, I allow the beastly mech to explore my frame. Multiple times, a prod would result in the rev of an engine from me, or a light growl.

Heavily venting, I pull back for a moment, gasping for air. Before I can react, I am quickly flipped onto my backstruts, Predaking hovering over me.

Unable to speak, a pair of sharp metal lip-plates crash against my own. Wrapping my servos around his neck cabling, I let out a soft vent. A small touch on my side jolts my frame. Wrapping my pedes around his hip plating, I bring his frame dangerously close to my own.

Continuing our kisses for what seems like an eternity, the opening of doors causes me to online my optics, Predaking's still offline as we kiss.

Glancing to my right, my frame fills with complete horror and embarrassment as I see the cherry red frame of Knockout standing in the doorway.

"I guess I should knock first next time."

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¥ A Few Months Later... ¥

Lightly humming to myself as I complete welding a drone's damaged servo, he quickly nods, thanking me, leaving the med-bay to return to his post.

The loud sound of heavy pedes causes me to swirl my helm around, seeing Predaking standing in the doorway, glaring dangerously at me.

Glancing over to Knockout, he waves me off, continuing his separate work. Flitting my optics back to Predaking, I let out a short squeak as I am lifted over his frame, set to lean over his shoulderplating as he walks out of the med-bay.

Before I am able to question his actions, he quickly sets me down, transforming into his Predacon form. Letting out a light snort, he lowers his frame, allowing me to climb onto his backstruts. As we launch off the flight deck, I hold on tightly to his frame, still unused to being in the air.

Landing onto the ground, I jump off, glancing towards a small cave. Letting out an unamused vent as he picks me up by his tail, I cross my servos as we enter the cave. Slowly lowering into the earth, he sets me down. As I begin to complain to him, I look to see the cavern we are in.

Energon crystals line the walls of the room, setting a soft glow to the large room. Looking to Predaking, I silently question him. Quickly transforming, he steps close to me, yellow optics burning into me.

"I believed we would need a separate area, away from the Nemisis."

Letting out a soft scoff, I shift to lean on one pede, placing my servos on my hip plating.

"And why, would we need such a separate-"

Being lifted up into strong servos interrupts me. Letting out a surprised vent as his lip-platings smash into my own, I grip the back of his helm, lightly prodding it.

As I am pushed against a flat stone wall, I lean my helm back, staring at Predaking with wide optics.

"So you wish to....."

Yellow optics flaring, he sends me an evil grin, servos slowly moving along the edges of my frame. Letting out a sharp growl, I pull his helm back to mine, eager for what is to come.