Soft au Rodimus? Pretty please with a atleast C+ Sea Bass on top?
Sure!
Soft
Rodimus x Reader
• After hearing so many Cybertronians talking about their conjunxes to be, it’s hard to not feel left out. Because there’s so many of the little organics about and he’s started consuming their media to learn about them and he’s not been picked. Waiting for one of the little humans to notice him. Choose him for a possible mate to court and he’d finally gotten one’s attention. Maybe you’ll love exploring. Adventure. Want to wander and see your world with him.
• Pulling your cart into the wash stall, you try to keep your expression neutral. To not grin like an idiot because you’re getting to meet one of the giant Cybertronians. And okay, you’re mostly just his maintenance detail, washing him and bringing him energon, but still. Real, life aliens. All your childhood you’d consumed sci-fi and fantasy novels and movies, just knowing that someday it’d be your turn. “Hello, sir,” you call up and he smiles down at you, those blue optics gorgeous.
• “Rodimus,” he corrects, not wanting any formality in this. Not wanting it to be a transaction even if it is an old fashioned, arranged conjunx agreement. And he knows this has to be about testing compatibility, ensuring he’s a good match. Servos itching to pick you up, he’s not sure if that’s allowed, but you look soft. Doesn’t want to be too rash, to scare you off. How many times has he been chewed out by his superiors for being too impulsive?
• Smiling as you set up your stuff, you tell him your name. Skin prickling when he moves around behind you. Restlessly pacing to make you sneak a glance at him. Wondering why an alien robot needs a waist like that. Because he has no business being that damn pretty. It’s like he’s candy meant just for you. “So what do you do for fun?” He asks and you wrestle his barrel of energon down, back and arms screaming at how heavy it is.
• “You ever zip lined?” You ask and that’s it, he’s in love. Because you’re perfect with those laughing eyes and quick smile. Watching you mix up soap to wash him, you glance over your shoulder at him, eyes giving him a slow once over. Like you like what you see and he grins. ‘So you like adrenaline?’ He asks and the smile you flash him is purely sinful flirtation. “I love it.”
Girl that body of yours is absurd… it’s been awhile since I’ve drawn Tfp Soundwave 🤔 but I had no ideas in mind… so I draw her from a perspective I’m not used too… cuz I might as well practice! I never realized that Laserbeak’s head peaks out a lil bit from his torso until I focused on my references again but I think it’s funny and cute that Laserbeak does 😌 the ribbons are just there cuz. Yeah 💜
*ony my hands and knees scraping the carpet with a fork searching for ES Bumblebee crumbs*
🤣 you guys crack me up
The Future Freaks Me Out Pt 7
ES Bumblebee x Reader
• Goosebumps lifting on your arms when he reaches and the back of his wrist brushes your upper arm, his warm servos curling on top of your hand as he pulls it and the fork full of pasta his way. And he’s leaning to vent slowly, stirring your hair and sending your heart racing. “That smells different,” he says, optics flicking your way before he lets go of your hand and you almost shake pasta in your lap off the fork. Because everything is so awkward now suddenly and it’s completely you. You’re making it awkward. Haven’t you two hung out and picnicked in your yard under the trees before? He’s been curious about your food before, too. It wasn’t like this, though. Painfully aware of him.
• Pressing his servos against his thigh to hide the faint trembling, he wonders what you’d say if he told you he can smell your heat and need? That you’re driving him absolutely insane right now. Needing to know who you’re thinking about. One of those humans you’d gone to the water park with, probably. Knows that, but wants to pretend you’re flustered because of him. Because he’s flustered because of you. Seeing you with those other humans making him realize he likes you. That he doesn’t want to lose you to someone else even if he shouldn’t want you like that. Thinks about Megatron’s human he’d been crushing on and wonders what happened there. If they just parted ways. Doesn’t want that, doesn’t want to leave you alone even if it’s safer for you, knowing he might get tracked here by Decepticons. That’s he’s endangering you.
• Eating your pasta, you’re aware of him watching you, optics tracking your every move with almost predatory intent. And he slides a leg out, his big ped brushing against your butt and hooking almost absently against your hip. Face flushing, you pretend not to notice. You can’t have a crush on him. Sure, you’ve flirted harmlessly with him before, but now it feels real, afraid to tease because he might realize you like him. Might laugh. Or just never come back here again because you made it uncomfortable. You made it weird.
• You won’t even meet his optics now and it’s driving him crazy, until his hand moves, leaning forward without meaning to. Without thinking to grip your chin in his servos and tip your head up. And his lips twitch, a servo sliding to wipe away a smudge of sauce at the corner of your mouth and your lips part. Wants to kiss you, to slide a servo against your lips to find out how soft they are. Knows he shouldn’t. Door wings trembling faintly as he splays a hand near your hip and leans into your space, he thinks of all the reasons he shouldn’t do this. Those eyes like stars are wide now and he can’t look away. “What are you doing?” You whisper. Not stop. You don’t tell him not to touch you, so he does.
• “You know exactly what I’m doing,” he says, lips brushing yours, a barely there touch before his mouth is on yours. And you grab his wrist, his chassis, anchoring yourself as his lips move against yours, the warm metal malleable, almost soft as it yields for you and you feel a hint of his denta as his hand curls around the back of your neck and you’re eased back on the blanket, his big frame following you down, hearing your bowl crack under his knee, feel pasta sauce on your thigh as his mouth moves against your own in an unhurried exploration and when your lips part, his glossa steals inside without hesitation. Hear him growl, his engine rumbling as his fans kick on. And you do know exactly what he’s doing as he settles himself between your thighs, mindful of his weight.
One of deepest desires was being sandwiched between IDW Rodimus and IDW Blurr, a hot bodied mech and a speed talker just does something to me… Both have their own respective egos that deserve stroking… or something if that manner
Sure! 🔞 Mass displaced mechs 🌶️
What If- Shared
Blurr x Reader, Rodimus x Reader
• Head back against Rodimus’s shoulder, your breath hitches feeling your mate’s hands heating against you where he has his arms wrapped around you, keeping you supported. Grounding you with his reassuring presence. Getting separated from Roddy had been absolutely terrifying, but Blurr had kept you safe, chatted nonstop to distract you from your panic until he’d been able to get in touch with your mate. But you still can’t believe Roddy had agreed to let you thank Blurr. “Primus,” Blurr groans, voice strained. “One more. Please, give me one more.”
• Venting raggedly as you arch against him with a cry, Rodimus smiles watching you come apart again as Blurr’s servos tighten on your hips. Hadn’t really known much about the other bot aside from his reputation, but the mech had taken care of you when he hadn’t had to. And okay, maybe he’s enjoying watching you get fragged so thoroughly you’re whimpering incoherently and trembling against him.
• Hips pumping as you tighten to fist his spike again, Blurr groans. Because this isn’t the thank you he’d expected, but he’s definitely not complaining. Hasn’t imagined humans could be so amazing. All slick heat and able to keep up with him. “Please,” you moan, voice shaking as he ruts against you. Just keep begging for more and he’s too happy to oblige.
• Grabbing at Roddy’s arms as Blurr whines and babbles about how tight and wet you are, how good you feel wrapped around his spike as his hips snap against you until he overloads to fill you again, and you hear your mate chuckle. Trembling and overly sensitive as you try to figure out how many times he’s driven you to climax, your heart is racing. It was enough times that your thighs won’t stop trembling and you’re slicked with his release. “My turn,” Rodimus growls and you whimper as Blurr finally slips free of you. Because too much sex is apparently a thing even though you never imagined it’d be a problem you’d have.
• “Roddy,” you whine, sounding so sweet. Laying you across the bar top as Blurr leans against it, venting heavily and watching, Rodimus slides a hand up your spine and presses a kiss against your neck. Before freeing his aching spike and burying himself inside you. ‘If you two are ever in the area, you should stop by,’ Blurr says, watching you writhing under him. Needs to claim you, fill you. Can scent Blurr on you and as amazing as it was to watch you, he knows he’s going to drag you into the washracks as soon as he reaches the ship. And then spend the rest of his recharge period rutting against you. Filling you until you only scent of him again. But he’s definitely going to keep Blurr’s offer in mind.
Formally submitting one prayer for "First Aid wire play" directly to God who apparently runs this account. 🙏
🤣 Eldritch goddess of weird, niche robot naughtiness? 🔞 🌶️
Sensitive
First Aid x Reader
• He’s adorable when he’s embarrassed, fans humming as he fidgets slightly. Apparently expecting you to just straight up say no when he’d asked about wire play. But he’s always doing stuff for you and even if this seems weird to you, he doesn’t really ask for much. “Okay,” you say and he’s pulling you into his lap, cupping your face in his hands as his mouth slides against yours. And his plating shifts slightly, his servos catching your wrist when you’re mesmerized by the pulse of his spark and unconsciously reach. Needing to feel the warmth and belonging of the bond.
• Shuddering at the vulnerability of having his spark and sensitive inner workings on display, his spike is straining against his modesty plating, wanting to pressurize as you shift to straddle his lap facing him more. “Not my spark,” he whispers raggedly. Not yet. And you look up at him as he guides your soft hands into his torso. Hips jerking at the first slide of your fingers against his cables and wires. “Can-can you pull a little?” He growls and you shoot him an uncertain look before scraping a nail against a wire as he jolts. Your hands inside him, tugging and plucking at the wires in his chassis below his spark chamber and he groans, head falling back. “Little rougher.”
• His engine is rumbling as you lean back to see what you’re doing, trying to ignore the pulse and warmth of his spark right there. Begging you to touch it. And he’s groaning, hips moving in fitful jerks as you tug and play with his internal wiring. Aware that this is wholly alien, but you like watching him growling and baring his denta, shuddering under you and whispering ragged instructions. “Harder… pinch right there… just like that…”
• Scooting further back on his thighs, you tug at a wire and he jolts. Those soft, gentle hands everywhere. Ghosting over components, nails scraping inside him. Your roughest touch not nearly enough. Optics shuttered behind his visor, he groans when something wet slides against a wire and he’s overloading, shaking with his release. Looking down to see your eyes flick up at him, one of his wires in your mouth. And you bite softly to send him shuddering into another release, slick dripping down the seams of his modesty plating. “Was that too much?” You ask, letting go and he wraps an arm around you to pull you flush against him, snaring you in his spark as you gasp.
• Straining and arching against him as the bond flares between you and it gets hard to tell where you end and he begins, he engulfs you. His hands guiding yours back inside him. Encouraging you to touch and you’re both moaning as he feeds you the pleasure he feels through the bond. And you tug and pinch to make both of you shudder and whimper. Caught in a loop as his head ducks and his mouth claims yours. Moving restlessly against him while you coil wires around your fingers, bolder now that you can tell what feels good, what he needs. Feel your body heating, echoing his building pleasure as you gasp into his mouth. Coming apart when he does, body clenching emptily as he deepens the kiss, cheek brushing yours when he lets you up for air.
Would I be able to request something with TFO Sentinel Prime? I have a hunch that even if he doesn't like organics, humans are different- Because obviously as a Prime he HAS to be the first bot with this new exotic pet.
Here's another one of my dogs. His name is Ares, he's 9- and very derpy. Hence the cross eyes.
Sure! 🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️
Pet
TFO Sentinel
• “Look at you,” he growls, tension sliding away as he finds you sprawled on your belly among your nest of cushions, thighs spread slightly. Distracted with your hand between your thighs, little fingers inside yourself as your hips wiggle. And you look over your shoulder when his shadow falls across you, chirping sweetly. Knowing exactly what you’re doing, because you don’t stop. Teasing him like you seem to love to do, making him want an organic alien. It’s blasphemous and taboo the way you make him need you. Wrong.
• He’s staring at you playing with yourself. The first time he’d walked in on you, he’d snarled alien gibberish at you and stalked off. Heard him throwing things and snarling. But the second time? He’d freed his spike and jerked himself off standing over you watching. It had been a surprise when he’d finally mass displaced and reached for you. And you’d been curious after watching his servos wrapped around that pretty gold and blue spike. Going from a glorified pet to the massive alien mech to a plaything and loving it. And he’s so easy to rile up.
• “You know I feel better than those little fingers,” he reprimands watching you stroke yourself. And he secures his habsuite, because no one can ever learn about this. You’re his filthy, little secret. The Prime can’t be caught fragging an alien. Vaulting up and mass shifting, he drags you up onto your hands and knees, smiling at your indignant chirping when he makes you stop touching yourself, freeing his spike. “Ought to punish you for touching what’s mine.” Gripping himself and guiding his spike to you, his optics shutter as he buries himself into that wet heat of yours. So tight. “You don’t get to get yourself off, only I get to make you overload.”
• Moaning as you push back to meet his thrusts, feeling his spike stroking inside you, your fingers dig into the blankets. He’s snarling nonsense at you, hips pumping and his servos tighten enough to bruise your hips as he jerks you back to meet his hard thrusts. But then he likes marking you, seems fascinated with leaving little bruises on you, pressing kisses to them afterward.
• “Fragging organic,” he snarls, pounding into you as you make those sweet, little, obscene noises for him. “This is wrong. Beneath me.” But he can’t stop reaching for you, desperate to fill you. Frag you, breed you. “You’re nothing.” But he needs you. Obsessing over you when he’s away from you and he ends up fragging you senseless when he returns to you, spoiling you with treats while you’re warming his spike after. And you whine, coming apart, fisting his spike until he’s overloading to fill you, hips pumping. “I love you.” He groans against your skin, disgusted with himself as he begins moving inside you again. Addicted to the feel of you under him.
For a while I’ve wanted to make an animatic to this song! It’d be set in some sort of au where the cons and bots are stranded together on a spaceship and forced into an alliance in order to make it home—a strictly necessity-based arrangement that will be as temporary as possible, the co-captains assure….
I’ll get around to it someday.
Day 2: Protect/Denial // What Is this Feeling? - Wicked
I love how all of the autobots and decepticons humans are like-
“Man, I completely forgot I was taken here and kept against my will, I’m used to it now.”
Rumble&Frenzys human: “You guys were what-?”
🤣 pretty much. I saw @transformers-spike had the idea on one of their posts of TC writing fanfic of his human and yeah, he would.
Better Open The Door Pt 18
Thundercracker x Reader
• While the test run in town hadn’t been a complete disaster, while no one had grabbed pitchforks and torches, it had been obvious that something about his avatar was making people uncomfortable. Chewing on your bottom lip, trying to figure out how to tell your alien husband that his fake human avatar is giving serious serial killer vibes, you glance over at his real body and sigh. Because he’s engrossed in writing on his datapad again. Sometimes stays bent over it for hours, writing alien glyphs like he’s possessed. “So, is that a work thing? What exactly do you do?” Because he’s supposed to be getting ready to meet your family and navigate the awkward, ‘no, I didn’t kidnap your child and hold them against their will’ that your parents are definitely going to unleash on him.
• Looking up, he flinches at the look you’re giving him. “Sorry, what?” Had been so engrossed in the latest chapter, he’d lost track of everything else. Needing to get the lines down while they were fresh in his processor. “The avatar good?” Because you’re frowning at him in a way that’s making him uncomfortable. Glancing at the datapad in his hands and you’re standing and stalking over, leaning to look upside down at the screen to make his spark thrum faster. Reminding himself that you can’t understand it. Because he’s not sure he’s ready to share his work with you, with his mate, his muse, just yet.
• “What are you writing?” You ask catching his wings flicking nervously like he does when he’s done something knowing you’re not going to like it. And this his fans click on, venting growing louder. Wait, is he embarrassed? “Thundercracker,” you add as he looks everywhere but at you. What in the world is he up to?
• You’re just staring at him and he can’t lie to you, doesn’t want to lie to you ever. Servos flexing on the datapad and fidgeting with his stylus to nearly drop it, he can’t quite meet your eyes. How to explain this without making you angry? So you’ll understand. “It’s an interspecies romance between two star crossed lovers defying taboos to be together.”
• Uh, huh. Then why does he look like a little boy caught being naughty? And it clicks and you really wish it hadn’t. “Are you writing alien porn about us?” You guess and his optics widen. Dammit. He is writing alien porn about you. “Translate that right now,” you demand, exasperated.
• “It’s not porn. There are tasteful love scenes, but it’s not about us. It’s about this handsome Seeker and a… human he met…” Wilting under your stare, his wings tuck closer to his frame. “I changed the names.” Why are you so angry? It’s his best selling work. Even Megatron took a copy.
• “You can write for yourself, but this isn’t being distributed to your alien buddies.” Doesn’t he realize he’s going to encourage other Decepticons to try to kidnap humans with this? Feeling a headache coming on that he’s writing smutty fanfiction about your lives. And you can’t even read it since it’s in alien gibberish. He’s sweet, but pretty vanilla in bed, so how bad could the book be?
• “This is actually the second book, the first one I’ve already sent out.” And you inhale sharply, smiling in a way he’s never seen you do before and never wants to see again. Wings flattened as close to his frame as possible under the weight of your stare, he suddenly wants to be anywhere but in his habsuite with you. “I’ll translate it for you,” he manages, intimidated by you and that look even though he can pick you up in one hand. Because right now? You’re absolutely terrifying.
• If you think about it as a vacation from reality, it’s a bit easier. Of course, usually you aren’t very likely getting evicted from your apartment or making teams of people comb the woods for your body while on vacation. It may not have even come to that, but knowing your family, you doubt it. Stretched out on Thundercracker’s chassis alongside his canopy as he watches the screen upside down, you try not to unravel thinking about maybes. Playing nice for the big guy in the hopes that he will in fact get bored eventually.
• Servos resting on your back, he can feel the steady beat of your heart against him as he halfway pays attention to the movie. Probably thinking he’s not aware that every time it’s your turn to pick, it’s a sci-fi horror movie. Evil aliens. Is that what you think he is? Watching Xenomorphs picking off humans, isn’t exactly flattering if you are drawing some mental parallel between him and those things. “We could have been watching something warm and cozy,” he mutters and you look down at him. You’d made it abundantly clear that you didn’t appreciate the hallmark channel. Or the romance. So stubborn.
• Absolutely not. He’s bad enough on his own, but when he’s watching those lovey dovey dramas, he gets so much worse. He gets inspired. Like he thinks he’s a hero in one of those stories at odds with, but still trying to win over the heroine. Namely, you. And besides, he’s more tactile when he’s watching those movies, his servos wandering until you have to smack at him. Watching an alien egg hatch and the face hugger scurrying off to find a host, you tap a foot on him. “How do you guys reproduce anyway?”
• You do think he’s something like those monsters. Primus. “Not like that,” he growls, shuddering as the spidery thing latches onto a host and he drags his eyes away to scowl at you. Seeing your lips twitch as you try not to smile. Messing with him. Nudging you over with one servo so you’re against his neck, he pulls back the plating covering his spark. And you suck in a sharp breath. “We need a spark, but there’s different ways to get there.” Knows he shouldn’t be doing this, showing you this. His truest self, vulnerable and fragile. But staring up at you, limned in the glow of his spark, you’re the loveliest thing he’s ever seen. He wants you to see him. All of him.
• That’s the hum you hear that lulls you to sleep. It feels strangely like trespassing. Like this isn’t meant for your eyes, but watching his spark pulse and shift, glowing softly is hypnotic. Making you want to reach for that warmth and safety. To fall into it and lose yourself there. It’s his servo against you that makes you realize you’re leaning out over his spark. And he’s staring at you with something between surprise and hunger. “I want you, but not until you want me, too.” And those words are like a bucket of icy water dumped on you, letting you push away from his spark and watching him hide that part of himself away. But it’s his words that snag at you. I want you.
Best part about being the Decepticons darling is if you want something, besides your freedom, they'll give it to you.
Oh, your favorite snack got canceled? Not anymore. They have several factories dedicated to making it now.
They decided to hire a bad director for a new movie in your favorite series? That direction is no longer alive. What―
"Soundwave rid project of nuisance. Means: Laserbeak. Outcome: director no longer a threat to production."
Soundwave is VERY passionate about the human media you consume. It's probably best not to complain about anyone too specific... even jokingly.
And with yandere Megatron you get scary warlord privilege. You roll up to McDonald's in someone's alt mode and hear their icecream machine isn't working. Megatron turns into a gun and threatens them through the drive-thru window. You awkwardly sit there as a floating sentient gun shoots several minimum wage workers. You feel bad.
He transforms into his root mode and places you on his shoulder as he threatens the McDonald's, his fusion canon pointed at it.
"You will procure the icecream for my conjux or you will suffer eternal termination!"
Imagine your lover absolutely entranced by your scent. The faintest whiff and they’re already sick with want, clambering to press themselves deep into the crook of your neck. Barely-restrained digits crinkle at the back of your shirt like you’re their only tether to reality, shameless groans and gasps spilling from their vocalizer as they nuzzle into you. Their lips weave a trail of warm, sloppy kisses and murmured declarations against your skin— never-ending ‘I need you’’s in a trembling timbre.
ngl i see SB and Sounders as twins for some some reason
Funny you say that… cuz in the Spacecraft au, they sorta are?? It’s a little confusing considering unlike average cybertronians, they’re mostly mechanical rather than biological 🤨 but with their origins they could probably be considered siblings kinda?? Anyways, I think clearly Soundwave and Soundblaster are just two bigger and quieter Rumble and Frenzies… also Soundblaster’s alt mode is probably a space station. It’s just that he got some crazy mass shifting abilities..
I’ve commented once i believe on your account (unless I’m just forgetting I honestly have no idea or not) about Roddy and his stupid arm joints (in which I’m still mad about) but you’ve inspired me to finish sentinel prime! You’ve also inspired me more into model kits! Anyways love your stories, you have been feeding my “wanting to be cradled by giant robots” mindset. Anyways I’m not the best with the “ask me anything” ask box (letter box?) hope ur day is or has gone well! 
He looks awesome! Even if he’s just awful
The comments y’all left on the last chapter are killing me 🤣
Everything Is Alright Pt 111
IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader
• “Here,” he growls, finding a cleaning cloth and draping it over you in addition to the blanket you already were curled in. Normally he’d take some satisfaction in the fact that it scents of him and it’s going to make Starscream furious, but it’s hard to find any pleasure right now. You’re still leaking and making little hitching, sniffling sounds and he doesn’t know what to do about it. How does your idiot mate normally comfort you? Watching you huddle into the blankets, he awkwardly reaches out to pat the top of your head. “Bonds can be reestablished and full bonds can’t be severed,” he says, hinting. Because Soundwave cares for you enough to try to bond you, but you hadn’t accepted him fully. Wants to ask about that, but resists when you turn those teary eyes on him.
• Watching Megatron reach and carefully pinch a packet of food between two servos to offer you, he vents when you take it even though you have no appetite. “I just hate that they don’t talk to me. They just decide everything for me like it doesn’t matter what I want,” you mutter, shoulders hunching as he sits on the berth beside you, massive and not as intimidating as he’d first been. Maybe your self preservation instincts have given up at this point, but seeing him so uncomfortable by your tears has killed any lingering fear you’d had of him. “Like I don’t really matter.” Beyond a warm body in their berths and you hate that thought even as you have it, because it’s unfair. You know they care about you, they’re just, well-
• “They’re both idiots.” Swallowing a growl, he awkwardly reaches and cups his palm against your back when you look up at him. Starscream’s behavior doesn’t really surprise him, but he’d thought Soundwave would have been more levelheaded. He’s the calmest mech he knows, but then what does he know about bonded mechs? Using a servo to nudge your hands and the packet you’re still holding, he frowns until you obediently tear it open and pick at the food. “Eat something,” he prompts, rumbling when you take a tiny bite.
• Snarling when someone seizes him from behind and hauls him off his peds, Soundwave glares up at Bonecrusher. Struggling against those big hands as Scrapper and Hook haul up Starscream. The other three Constructicons clearly annoyed and ready to help. Servos shaking he’s so furious, he glares at the bleeding Seeker. Can taste energon where he’d bitten himself at some point, every ache and pain making itself known without the blind rage keeping him going. Optics narrowing behind his visor when the Seeker struggles free. “Stop wrecking scrap we’ll have to fix,” Scrapper growls, sweeping a hand at the damage they’d done. “Take it outside.”
• One of his wings is hanging at an angle, burning like fire as he scowls at Soundwave. Had never seen the stoic mech so angry before. “Keep your servos off my mate,” he snarls, aware of the optics on him. That he just publicly admitted what you are to him, laying claim to you. Because you are his, you’re everything to him. Striding past Soundwave, or trying to, as the communications officer shoves him back against the wall.
• “My mate,” Soundwave growls, leaning into the Seeker’s face before shoving away when the Constructicons move as if to separate them again. Striding toward Starscream’s quarters and finding you missing. “Where?” He snarls, rounding on the nearest bystander. Long Haul shrugging at him before Vortex gleefully calls out ‘Megatron took your human.’ Venting, he heads for Megatron’s habsuite, aware of Starscream limping after him.
• Cringing deeper into your blankets when someone knocks on Megatron’s door, you turn wide eyes his way. Because you’re not at all ready to deal with an angry Soundwave or Starscream’s betrayal. Head tipping as he stares down at you, his smile is absolutely wicked and shockingly real. “I could send them away for a bit,” he says and it’s almost enough to make you start crying all over again. Feeling bad even as you whisper a tiny ‘please.’ Needing time to think, to untangle all the hurt and confusion.
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