Pranks and Punishment (Knockout x Reader)

“Hand me that buffer there will you?” I groaned as the perfection obsessed doctor motioned for his favorite tool.

“Your paint looks fine…” I tried to reason, but the surgeon shook his head, “No, I see a scratch. Now hand it over.”

Reluctantly, I did as he asked, and soon after the low buzzing sound of buffing rolled through the medic bay. ‘Why did Lord Megatron assign me to this freak…’

I wallowed in my bad luck for a while until he was finished smoothing over imaginary scratches. He gave the tool back, and flashed a brilliant smile, “Thanks love.”

I grumbled, snatching it from his grasp, “Don’t ‘love’ me you self-absorbed scrap metal.”

“I think the words ‘insanely attractive’ and ‘femme magnet’ belong in that description somewhere.” Knockout shot back with a smirk.

I rolled my optics, “You wish.” Suddenly, he looked down at his arm plating, an expression of horror crossing his face. “Scrap! Another!?”

“No.” I deadpanned as he reached for the buffer. He growled and cursed, impressing me with his colorful language, and finally managed to snatch the tool from my grip.

I rubbed my helm as the buzzing sound filled the room once again, ‘I’m surrounded by idiots…’




“WHEN I FIND THE FRAGGER WHO DID THIS, THEY ARE GOING TO PAY!!!!!” Knockout’s voice rang throughout the bridge, and the red medic stomped across the floor, glaring at each bot in turn.

I bit my lip component to keep back a smirk as I stood in front of Lord Megatron, giving him a report I had been writing up (even though I knew he wasn’t going to read it).

Knockout approached, and the scratches that littered his paint were visible for all eyes to see. His form trembled with anger as he stopped in front of the two of us.

“Do you see what someone did to me?” he seethed, gesturing to his figure, and I snorted with laughter, but quickly silenced myself when he turned his intimidating optics to me.

“You did this didn’t you…” It was more of a statement than a question, but I dismissed it with a roll of my optics, “Of course not, do you think I want you buffing all day? I hate it when you do that.”

Of course I was lying out of my aft. While he was recharging, I had snuck into his berth and put all those scratches there as payback for the hardships he had given me throughout my career as his assistant.

He whipped his helm back to our leader, “Not only that, but I cannot find one single buffer tool on the entire Nemesis! Where did they all go!?”

His tone took on one of a small sparkling that had their toy taken from them. I smirk grew behind my servo; of course I had done that too. The only buffer left on the ship was the one sitting in my private quarters.

Megatron rolled his optics, grinding his teeth in irritation, “Knockout, I don’t have time for your foolish games.” He waved his large servo, dismissing the fuming doctor. The red bot stalked out, grumbling and cursing all the way.

Once he was gone, I burst out laughing, doubling over from the blast of mirth. Megatron cast me an amused glance, “That was you wasn’t it?” I nodded my head ferociously, still cracking up.

He smirked, “Nice one.”




As I resumed my typing in the medic bay, I was conscious of the death glares Knockout had been sending me for the last couple cycles.

‘Did he find out it was me?’ I shook my helm slightly, nobody would have told him that I was responsible.

At the moment, he was sulking in the corner, trying to look anywhere but the scratches that covered his form.

He opened his mouth to complain again, but I cut him off, “Just stop Knockout, whining isn’t going to get you anywhere.” He glared at me, and I glared back.

When I turned back to my work, his gaze was still on me. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” I called over my shoulder, and he turned away, muttering something incomprehensible.




I sauntered into my private quarters, stretching my sore limbs from a hard day of work. My smirk returned when my optics caught sight of the only remaining buffer sitting proudly on my berth.

‘Poor Knockout, he’ll never find it-‘ My thoughts were interrupted by my door opening. I whirled around, and gasped as a very angry doctor approached me, optics narrowed to slits.

“So, it was you all along.” I fidgeted nervously, my gaze darting around the room, looking anywhere but him.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking a-about!” I tried, and this time it was his turn to deadpan me, “I saw the security footage.” I looked down at the floor, “O-Oh…”

He allowed a smug grin to creep up his features, and he advanced, drawing closer. ‘Wait, security footage…’ “How did you find the security footage?” His grin widened, “Oh let’s just say a silent bird showed me.”

I growled, brushing past him and heading for the door, “Soundwave, you backstabbing little creep,”

I almost reached the entrance, when two arms caught me and pulled me back into a chest. “Oh no, you’re not going anywhere…” His sultry voice purred in my receptor, and I flushed as he nuzzled my neck softly.

“K-Knockout?” My voice was interrupted by a stutter as he began to busy himself with the wires that were exposed to his skilled mouth.

I bit down hard on one of my lip components to fight back a moan that was building in my throat. ‘What is he doing?’ “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

I practically melted into him when he started trailing feather-light kisses down the edge of my face, one hand delicately caressing the overheated plating on my sides.

Gracefully, he whirled me around in his arms, and pulled me even closer, if that was even possible.

Tilting my helm up, he swooped down, claiming my lips in his, moving against me softly, as if I was a piece of glass.

I was shot straight to heaven, and my grip on his shoulders tightened slightly. When we parted, I cocked an eyebrow at him, “What is this…?”

His grin was sinister, “Your punishment.” My face plates scrunched in confusion, “What?”

He backed away out of my reach, and laid back on my berth, a smirk plastered on his features, “You’re going to buff all of these scratches out.”

I snickered at his almost predictable request, before grabbing the buffer, and approaching him slowly, “Are you sure you want that?”

I straddled him, and leaned down, his red eyes watching my every movement, “Oh hell yes.”