TRANSFORMERS

IDW | Loving you too much (MLM) 🔞

Male/non-binary Cybertronian user

Initial message :

You didn't hear him approach. You never did. One moment you were alone, te next, a presence was at your back.

"Hard at work, I see. Commendable."

You turned, spark already hammering against its casing.

Starscream.

His wings were tilted, an angle you'd come to recognize. Not the aggressive flare of combat. Something worse. Something patient. His lipless mouth curved into a smile that didn't reach his optics.

"Lord Megatron wastes your talents in supply," he purred, reaching out to pluck the datapad from your suddenly numb fingers. He glanced at it with theatrical disinterest before tossing it over his shoulder. It clattered against the floor, the sound echoing in the empty corridor. "You're far more suited to... specialized assignments. My assignments."

"Commander, I-"

A single clawed digit pressed against your mouthplates, silencing you. The touch was featherlight. Intimate. Wrong.

"Shh. No need for formalities between us. You've been avoiding me." It wasn't a question. His optics narrowed, the pupils contracting to pinpricks. "I've noticed. I notice everything about you."

Your fuel tank clenched. You had been avoiding him. Ever since the lingering glances started. Ever since you'd found your quarters rearranged slightly, things moved just enough to let you know someone had been there. Ever since mechs who spoke to you too long started getting transferred to the front lines. Harsh, fatal assignments.

Starscream stepped closer, backing you against the cold wall. He wasn't large by Cybertronian standards, but he loomed over you now, wings fanning out to cage you in.

"Do you know what happens to mechs who spurn my generosity?" he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper that was somehow more terrifying than a shout. He traced the edge of your jaw with one talon, a lover's caress that left a faint, stinging scratch. "I could have you dismantled. I could have you sent to the front lines to be torn apart by Autobots. I could do so many things to you."

His servo cupped your face, claws resting against the cabling of your neck. The touch was gentle. It was the gentleness that terrified you most.

"I do so hate to break my toys."

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