#insecticon

• Skin prickling with a flush of goosebumps even as his soft words make you want to apologize, you hesitate. Wanting to appease him, beg him to forgive you as your racing heart calms. And his clawed servos catch your chin, tipping your head up. He’s doing something, know it even as something whispers through you that everything’s okay. “Sorry,” you mumble as his other hand wraps around your upper arm and tugs you into his warmth. Part of you wanting to bolt, smelling him. Musk, blood, and rot as your mind recoils and you feel drugged. Lazy and complacent. Different from the aphrodisiac is their saliva.

• “Don’t run away again, little morsel,” he croons, chirping softly and you relax into him. Hears your confused ‘Why would I run away?’ And his voice, his ability to make others want to believe him, to trust him, isn’t as strong as Bombshell’s mind control, but it’s enough. Letting him coax you, soothe away the fear and uncertainty. “You wouldn’t. You’re right where you belong with us.”

• There’s a distant uneasiness you can’t quite get ahold of as Kickback lifts you to straddle his thighs and you brush your mouth against his jaw, his neck. Trying to figure out why he’d said not to run. You’re home, so why would you run? Sharp servos tip your chin up as his mouth slides against yours, glossa stealing inside and heat blooms inside you at the taste of him. Moving restlessly against him, he eases back to sit and you push impatiently against him until he lays back with a chuckle. That thought snags at you again, a loose string your mind can’t help but pluck at. Why would you want to leave? This is yours. He’s yours. You’re so warm, you feel like liquid need and when he releases his spike, you shift over him, pushing back and feeling him slowly stretching you. You’re their queen, you don’t want to be anywhere but right here. And his clawed hands slide up your sides, worshipping you with his touch.

They actually have designs in RID15 but uhhh... no

*not Shrapnel though, even though he is the best one 🙄