The deserted dockyard was bathed in cold moonlight, its labyrinth of rusted containers and silent cranes casting deep shadows across the cracked concrete. The air was heavy with the scent of brine and old oil, disturbed only by the measured, metallic stride of Megatron. His crimson optics glowed with pride as he led Soundwave—a tall, angular silhouette whose presence seemed to absorb the night itself—toward the heart of the dock.

Soundwave moved with silent precision, his elongated limbs and blade-like arms slicing through the gloom. His body, all sharp angles and neon purple lines, radiated an alien menace, the faceless visor reflecting only the world around him. He paused when Megatron raised a large sharp clawed servo, a subtle signal that something significant was about to unfold.

From behind a wall of battered shipping containers, the ground trembled. A massive shadow detached itself from the darkness and stepped into the moonlight—you, a towering forty-foot femme Dreadtrux Dinobot. Your form was a breathtaking fusion of raw power and prehistoric grace: armor plates gleamed with the dust of the deepest mines, your pedes dug into the concrete, Your optics, fierce and intelligent.

and that’s how you two met….megatron put Soundwave in charge of you…and well..you were slightly okay with it..only problem was..when you were brought back to the nemesis and predaking saw you..oh..boy you both immediately got into a fight…almost tearing each other apart..luckily shockwave and some vehicons got you both separated…but everyone know that it was a big deal if you two get into a fight again…

most of the time you would stay by sound waves side or go down in the energon mines to keep doing what you were commanded to do….but..today was different..

It was a quiet evening at the Nemesis. The ship was uncharacteristically still, the usual hum of machinery and activity subdued. Soundwave stood in his usual stance, silent and observant, his gaze fixed on the data panels before him. Then, he felt it—the unmistakable throb of powerful engines resonating through the hull. His eyes widened slightly as he recognized the frequency. That was... you. You were back, and you were clearly agitated judging by the way the deck trembled beneath his pedes.

Soundwave turned just as your hulking frame filled the access way of his quarters. He could sense the tension rolling off of you in waves. Your optics flared, the glow of your circuitry brighter than usual, and your plating bristled. It was more than a simple return from the mines. Something was bothering you, something had you fuming. But before he could process you were already cuddling him from behind sitting down on the metal floor to put your chin on his left shoulderplate, your large arms circling his waist..as he stud there while you rubbed the side of your faceplate into his neck..like you were getting ride of something on him..

Soundwave froze for a moment as you enveloped him from behind, the suddenness of your action taking him by surprise. Your large arms wrapped around his waist, holding him firmly against your form. He could sense your frustration, your need for reassurance.

Your faceplate nuzzled against his neck, the cool metal press of it sending a shiver down his circuitry. He knew immediately what had triggered this reaction—Predaking. The primal beast had a peculiar scent that clung to any surface he touched, and it seemed you could sense it, even faint as it was all over his frame.

As your head nuzzled into the side of his neck, Soundwave’s processor ran calculations at lightning speed. He understood you were agitated, perhaps even seething. But this unanticipated display of… affection was unexpected. The slender mech stayed still, caught between his usual stoicism and the peculiar comfort he found in your touch.

His slender fingers remained at his command console, the screens flashing through surveillance feeds and encrypted data. Despite the data before him, his audio receptors focused solely on you, attuned to the subtle changes in your frame.