Transformers x Reader

Predaking x Reader

"Well, now what is this?"

Ducking back behind the pede, I gasp as I am gripped, firmly held high by a sharply-plated tail.

Clutching fearfully onto the appendage, I wince as Predaking snarls at the largest grey mech, causing him to raise an optic ridge.

Placing a delicate servo against the dark pede, I lean around, pressing close.

"I...Am (Y/N)."

Strolling forward Predaking stills, helm tilting as the largest grey mech comes forward.

"Now, (Y/N). What are your skill-"

Hearing a loud buzzing, I swivel around, gasping as a swarming mass charges forward.

Scraplets.

Wait, my scraplets!

Laughing in happiness, I run forward, servos spread open as they fly closer.

"She's insane!"

Glancing back, I quirk an optic ridge, suddenly remembering the stigma around scraplets. Fully turning around, I raise my servos in defense, mouth opening to defend the metal-eating pests.

Letting out a scream, I freeze in terror, being heaved up. Feeling no impact, I online my optics, widening as I gaze down at the group.

Hovering mid-air, scraplets flutter along my frame, supporting me. Looking down at myself, I slowly begin to laugh, rubbing my servos over a few close scraplets, receiving a push into the touch.

Nervously looking down, my optics widen as I realize how far up we have come.

"Um, down? Down please?"

After a moments hesitation, they collectively lower, scraplets nudging me out as I drop the last foot onto the deck.

"Great, more beasts. As if the Predacon wasn't enough!"

Nervous demeanor disappearing, I whip my helm over to the thin silver mech, interrupting a growl from Predaking as I stomp forward.

"How dare you speak of him in such a way, a king even! You have no reason to speak as such!"

Pointing towards him, scraplets suddenly rush over, hovering menacingly around his frame, each chattering their dentas in hunger.

"Apologize."

Stuttering as scraplets continue to push against him, he lets out a shrill shriek, stumbling away as a brave scraplet nips a wing.

"Agh! Okay, fine, sorry! Get these things away from me!"

Lightheartedly giggling, I motion towards myself, scraplets returning to stick onto my frame, each shoving and nuzzling in, affection? Hopefully affection.

Walking back to Predaking, I tilt my helm slightly, glancing upwards with a grin.

"I hope that helped?"

Chuffing, his helm shakes as a puff of smoke emits, pedes adjusting slightly apart, bumping into me.

"Well. It seems that you have quite the ability to intimidate. I recommend your joining of the Decepticons."

Looking towards the large grey mech, I smile, nodding vigorously. Swiftly kneeling, I bend my helm down, looking up slowly with a determined gaze.

"If I am to join your cause, I would wish to choose my main duties on this ship."

Optic ridge quirking in waiting, I stand, placing my servos behind my backstruts as I move closer to Predaking.

"If Predaking is ever to go out to... Hunt... Then I would wish to join. My scraplets would devour any enemy in their path. Secondly, I would wish to mass produce more advanced scraplets, to become more efficient in battle."

Seeming to ponder the offer for a long moment, he nods, gesturing over to a large bulky purple mech.

"Very well. Then you will be working with Shockwave, aiding him when needed."

Nodding to both of the mechs, I glance up to Predaking, optics widening in a hidden grin.

•••

"Oh Predaking!~"

Hearing a massive shift of metal, I see a yellow optic come to life, quickly followed by another as his helm lifts slightly. A small snort of smoke coming from his nostrils, I laugh, striding closer, a chunk of energon held in between two digits.

Plucking the treat in my mouth, I grin, humming in happiness as I reach into a subspace, pulling out multiple identical sweets.

"While researching with Shockwave, I read that Predacons have a sensitive taste for condensed high energon, try some!"

Coming forward, I lean down, nudging his metal snout with the energon as he glares at me, mouth slowly parting a small way to allow the cube through.

Placing the treat onto the edge of his dentas, I grin as his jaw clamps down onto the energon, crushing into the substance easily.

Still for a long second, he chuffs, a hot rush of air coming from him as his tail raises in the air, smacking down onto the ground.

"Oh, did you like it? Great! Here, have some more-"

Screaming in surprise as I am grappled, I lean my helm back worriedly as Predaking swipes at me with a clawed paw, dragging my close to his beast-form's faceplate.

"W-Would you like another-Sweet?-"

Optics shuttering widely as he drags me closer, I wince as his mouth opens, sharp dentas flaring in danger.

Suddenly, I glance towards the beastly mech, feeling a slow drag of metal against my faceplate.

Did he just... Lick me?

Laughing nervously, I attempt to pull away from his grasp, voice speaking on its own.

"Why don't you transform and try again?"

Frame freezing in terror as he stills, almost contemplating, I struggle away as he lumbers up.

Hesitating a small moment, I let out a fearful shriek as the sound of transforming echoes through the room.

Turning heel quickly, I scramble around the corner, chassis heaving in adrenaline as I shove past small groups of drones, the sound of loud pedes fast approaching behind me.