Sideswipe squirmed slightly in your lap, his usual bravado nowhere to be found. His frame, usually so full of energy and mischief, was now still and compliant. His helm rested against your shoulder, his optics dim and shy, avoiding your gaze as though embarrassed by his own submission. You ran your fingers along the seams of his armor, and he shivered, his vents stuttering with each gentle touch.

“There we go,” you murmured, a soft, teasing smile playing at your lips. “I told you this is where you belong, didn’t I?” Sideswipe’s servos clutched at your arm, his frame tense, but he didn’t pull away. He’d tried to resist at first, tried to hold onto that cocky, rebellious streak, but now he had accepted his fate. He was yours—completely and utterly.

“Say it,” you coaxed, your voice firm but gentle, fingers tracing idle patterns along his plating. Sideswipe’s optics flickered, and he let out a quiet, almost bashful sigh.

“I… I belong here,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “With you.”

“Good boy,” you praised, and a faint flush of energon lit up his faceplates. You adjusted him slightly, cradling him closer, and he melted into your hold, his servos curling around your arm like a child seeking comfort. The once-boisterous warrior was now soft, compliant, and entirely devoted.

“No more running off, no more mischief,” you said, your tone gentle but commanding. “You’re mine now, and you’re going to behave.”

Sideswipe’s optics flickered up to meet yours, wide and obedient. “Yes… yours,” he murmured, his voice filled with quiet reverence.

He had finally surrendered, and in your arms, he was exactly where he was meant to be.