being stranded on earth is weird. a good but also kinda bad weird that's making some cybertronians realize rather personal things about themselves.
the "problem" is that humans love their cars. like, groom to perfection and call them pet names love. sure, it's important to take care of one's belongings. but to a cybertronian those kinds of... affections, are reserved strictly for lovers. and primus below, some mecha would do unspeakable things to belong to a human like that. the thought of being locked in a garage, only let out when they need to take a drive; for work or for pleasure. being washed and polished to perfection for no reason other than they want to; those small hands able to dip into the sensitive places most servos can't. the trust it takes to allow themselves to treat such a dangerous alien like family. to be kept as a valuable possession, not by force; not when humans are such fragile little things. it's purely voluntary. because they'll take good care of you, just like you take good care of them. it's intoxicating.











