Ever since you found your place among the Decepticon ranks, you’ve been the one and only bot successfully able to take care of Starscream and his obscure needs. Every raging vent, you were there sitting on his berth lending a careful audial. Every choked hiss as he collected his pride beaten and wounded in medbay, you stuck up and made sure every nook and cranny of his frame was reshaped and properly tended to. Every lewd heat cycle spent whining and complaining, you spent hours on end displaying the desired ‘affection’ for him.

Yet again, it was that time of the month for the spindly Seeker, meaning his usual antisocial demeanour and undesirable personality was accompanied by provocative comments and subtle signs of interest. It was hard to miss the attracting displays of his hiked wings and more than melodramatic performances he frequently displayed in your company alongside the occasional uncharacteristic head bump of expectation.

“Why my ever so enticing colleague, I do have to ask when you plan on taking care of the little crick I’ve been suffering from for so long now?” The lithe commander purred as he entered your quarters unannounced with a gait intended to seduce you into complying with his request, slinking atop your berth with a silky grin. Once again his wings were hiked, which alongside his words could only mean he was intending on one specific act of courtship with you.