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Starscream Relationship Alphabet. No particular Starscream in mind. Can be Cybertronian or human reader.
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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Affectionate to the Well and back! He may put a halt in front of others, to save his reputation, but heâs affection-starved in private. Heâll be nuzzling and chirping at you for attention, giving you affection and needing it in return. Like a cat.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Starscream is a very chaotic best friend. Heâs always ready to get into trouble with you by his side. He can be whiny and demanding of your attention but he's a good support- if you ever need someone to complain at, heâs there. Heâll most likely suggest, ah, *violent* solutions to your problems, but itâs all in good faith.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Sleepy cuddles are the best, so he can rest his wings around the both of you. But heâll also pull you in for random cuddles throughout the day when the opportunity arises.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Starscream is too good for cooking and cleaning. He has other people to do it for him!
E = Effort (How much energy do they put into the relationship?)
A fair amount. Starscream can be caught up in his work and schemes, and he tends to be forgetful when absorbed in a project, but he always makes it up to you. Heâs known for his dramatics so he has no qualms with declaring his proclamations of love whenever you need it. When you get his focus, heâs attentive to your needs.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Ooh⊠Unfortunately Starscream has some commitment issues due to trauma. It takes at least a decade for him to get comfortable with the idea. Youâd be his conjunx much earlier than that, but actual marriage scares him a bit. But once he knows you're not going to leave him and youâre in this mess for life? Youâre going to have the most theatrical wedding Cybertron has ever seen!
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Half and half. He can be brash and occasionally rude because heâs not always aware of his surroundings nor other peopleâs feelings. But he always makes it up to you, panicking if he accidentally hurts you in any manner. Heâll fold his wings and approach you like a dog whoâs in trouble.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Starscream is touch starved. Once heâs alone with you, heâs demanding hugs and cuddles. He needs it desperately. His hugs are nice, even if his form seems rough around the edges.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Starscream expresses his love in different ways at first. Proclaiming that heâd kill for you is basically an âI love youâ. After a few months heâll gently scoop your face in his hands and murmur âI love youâ softly with a light blue blush.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when theyâre jealous?)
Everyone knows heâs a drama queen, and he secretly has self esteem issues. So yeah, heâs *very* jealous. It more so manifests in him demanding your attention at inopportune times, such as when Megatron is trying to give orders or Shockwave is giving a report. He will cling his servo to yours and squeeze hard to be subtle. Heâs horrible with words when it comes to this but all he needs is a hug, a kiss, and an âI love youâ.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
He loves dramatically kissing the back of your hand, to be fancy. He enjoys receiving forehead kisses. âRealâ kisses are often passionate in some sense- he puts his entire being into meaningful kisses.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Do not let this walking mech of chaos around children. He is a bad influence.
Same with my OC, Orbit. Megatron is usually getting on Starscreamâs case for teaching Orbit bad habits.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Whining about wanting to continue cuddling. When he finally gets up heâs grumbly but he feels better when he gets into his morning routine. Sometimes he lets you help him get ready for the day.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Before recharging, he enjoys preening himself as the proud Seeker he is. He doesn't let you buff his wings unless you're ready to get spicy, but he will let you groom other areas. Heâs proud of his visage even when heâs feeling more insecure.
Heâll wind down with you in his arms, rumbling his engines in happiness to have his conjunx to himself.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Starscream likes to think heâs mysterious. However, he tends to spew random bits of information when he thinks out loud to himself. Officially, however, he takes a little bit to give full details- especially about past traumas.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Starscream has the patience of a hungry bitlet. When he wants something, he wants it now!! He can never get truly angry at you, though, even when you mess up. He might pout when his pride is wounded but he always makes it up with plenty of chitters.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Starscream always saves every bit of information he gets. Itâs instinct for him- for his plots and schemes. Now he uses that to his advantage to surprise you! If you see something you want in passing, heâll get it for you⊠sometimes obtained legally. He remembers everything about you, down to your favorite pair of socks.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
When he realized that you actually love him and you aren't going to leave. Starscreamâs ego makes up for his poor self esteem, so he talks big, but secretly, heâs very insecure. Having you to love him, *truly* love him, is a blessing from the AllSpark itself.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Starscream is protective in a subtle way. If anyone upsets you, he digs up the worst blackmail he can find to intimidate them into leaving you alone⊠permanently. If that doesn't work? He has his ways. Don't worry about the sudden influx of scrap or that weird red stain on the floor.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Ultimate effort. Starscream wants to make sure that you feel loved in every manner possible. Even the smallest gift is wrapped to perfection. Anniversary dates are the most romantic he can muster. Every day affections are always filled with love.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Starscream is vain and sometimes thinks heâs âtoo goodâ for some things. If you want to do something heâs snobby about, just go do it without him and heâll learn his lesson- he always gets pouty when you're separated.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Practically as vain as Knockout, and thatâs saying something. Seekers are a proud people. Heâs always touching up his paints and buffing himself to pure shine.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Heâll never admit it out loud, but youâre the other half of his spark. When you're separated for longer periods of time, he gets so whiny and dramatic that even Soundwave gets concerned for his emotional health. (His trine will fall to their knees and praise you when you return /lh /hj)
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
He talks about you to his trine constantly. Starscream tends to blabber without thinking much- he just likes to talk, and with a voice like that, who can blame him?- so the trine knows some exclusive details, such as those adorable pajamas you wore to bed three days ago.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldnât like, either in general or in a partner?)
Like with âUâ, heâs snobby about certain things. He doesn't like cooking, or cleaning unless heâs prepping his own form.
In a partner⊠he dislikes when you don't pay attention to him. He doesn't demand your full attention at all times, but he demands acknowledgment!!
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)
Spreads his wings to take up the whole bed. Heâs embarrassed because he canât really control it. His wings also twitch on occasion, but itâs adorable.
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Hello! Just scrolling through the tag and I came across your account, and your writing is lovely! Since it says requests are opened, might I request an Armada Starscream with a Cybertronian reader(no specified gender) that has a love for shiny/glittery things like gems/stones, or an Energon Ironhide and human reader? If not, that's perfectly fine! I hope you have a wonderful day/night either way <3 - đ
HI HI HI! I am sooo sorry this took so long, I am constantly forgetting my ask box doesn't stop at the first three on top! I do enjoy a good Starscream x reader, So I hope I did him justice again! Sorry thissi short, Sill trying to get tha writing spark back. Enjoy :)
Paring: Armada!Starscream X Cybertronian!Reader
He finds it so odd, you're a normal Con like him, why are you so obsessed with shiny trinkets. Sometimes he thinks it's child like and not something a proud Decepticon should do in public, with others around, butttttt we all know Starscream is not know for staying strong in any situation(unless its over throwing Megatron) so he folds. He watches you sift through random piles, on whatever planet you two are on, looking for shiny things. If you're not with him and he see something he will 'gather' it just so he can bring it to your attention and be rewarded handsomely!
Starscream was supposed to be on patrol, but here he is, standing behind you, watching you pick through a random pile of ruble. Your servos picking up piece after piece, you turn around every now and then to show him something cool looking. His optics scanned the back of your helm, sighing before looking away. He guesses this can still be considered patrol, heâs just on the planet instead of in its atmosphere, plus no one will know, besides you and you're pretty good at just acting like you donât drag the Seeker to do everything.
His optics came back to you, watching as you picked with metal pieces, holding them up in front of your face and moving them slightly to catch the light. Youâd done it about seven times before he noticed your pieces were getting smaller and smaller and smaller. You hadnât squinted to see once, or let out a sigh of boredom, or even moved on from a different pile, you just kept going.Â
âDo you ever get bored of that?âÂ
Heâs asked you that question several times throughout the years, and just like the last few times you answered with the same thing.Â
âNope, you never know what youâll find this time.âÂ
A smile on your face plating as you looked over your shoulder at him. Your attention span with him was short, you quickly turned your helm back to the pile in front of you, sifting through scrap metal and other random pieces.Â
He scoffed, rolling his eyes before turning his attention to the sky. He at least needed to do a little bit of patrolling, just so he has some information to give to Megatron when he returns. So, he did, looking at you before deciding that youâll be okay and perfectly fine without him for just a few kilicks.Â
You spent your time doing exactly what you planned on doing. Servos picking up large car frames, big rocks, and the occasional pressed pile of rusted metal, just to find anything. You found quite the collection, turning around to face Starscream and he wasnât there. A smile came on your face as you remembered why you were there, patrol, and that's all you needed to know. Turning back around you figured heâd come back to get you when he was done. You chuckled to yourself wondering how long he was gone, since you spent a good bit of that time speaking to âhimâ. Â
Stascream was info seeking, by that he was actually doing what he was supposed to be doing, when he thought it was finally a good time to start heading back. He just had to find you again. His optics scanned the ground below him as he flew in the direction he last left you in. Out the corner of his optics he saw something shimmer, just like your collection of things.Â
His instincts kicked in, One phrase going through his processor, âPick it upâ, he went in its direction. Transforming when he got close enough and went in for the snatch. His servos picked up a gold skinny circle. He moved it around in his servos, grabbing it with his digits to see the siding of it. It has an engraving around it, it had dirt stuck in the engravings. He just sighed, optics looking up and around before he heard your voice over the comms system.Â
âStarscream, where are you?âÂ
He sighed, putting the trinkets he got away before responding.Â
âComing to you, do not move.â
You didnât respond after that, taking his instructions to heart and not moving to go find him, and before you knew it he showed up. Transforming right in front of you.Â
âThere you are, Whereâd you go?â
âPatrolling,âÂ
His sentence was sharp, you watched his servo reach for something, before he held it out to you a gold trinket.Â
âI found this on my back.âÂ
His optics trailed away, avoiding contact with your own. You smiled up at him, your own servos coming up to take the trinket out of his. You examined it, holding up to the sun and smiling. After admiring his find you put it with the rest of your trinkets.Â
âThank you Starscream,âÂ
You placed your servos in his, your smile getting brighter and brighter.Â
âAs promised, you will be rewarded handsomely.Â
You stood in front of him, having to extend your height some just so you can give him a kiss, and another, and another, and another, and one more for good measure. Starscream scoffed, causing you to let out a small giggle. He can pretend he hates your kisses all he wants, but you know he truly loves them.Â
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Y/n prime and starscream? More like pink diamond and pearl.
The one time starscream was the most loyal to his lord.
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I Want Them. đ€
@tinydefector, @cyberrose2001, @botmilf, @revelboo, @desertrosesmetaldune SAVE ME! Theyâre taking over my fucking mind! I think I mightâve cooked- đ
It took me way longer than it shouldâve to draw Transformers One stuff- I feel late to the show- đ Welp, late than never. đ€·
Hope Tumblr doesnât fuck up the quality. đ
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D-16 (Megatron) x Reader â The Creature From Another World - Part 2 of 2
Chapter 2 â Megatron or D-16?
A/N â Finally, itâs ready. Hereâs hoping this holds up to part one.
Warnings â None.
Rating â T
Megatron held you at your request. He didnât know why you wanted to be up, only that you did and he was only too happy to comply, and that he had to hold onto that feeling. You were the only thing he had left that brought him any shred of happiness. Everything else was a toxic poison coursing through his body, leaving only hate and anger in its wake.
You stood in Megatronâs palm, trying to see the D-16 you knew before in his optics. They were a violent red, leaving no trace of the warm amber glow his eyes used to have. Moreover, Megatron used to laugh and relay stories back and forth to you or Orion. Now, he mostly frowned.
You reached out to touch him, your hand falling to his chassis where a brand new Megatronus insignia had been branded onto him, covering over the one Sentinel had burned him with. Megatron had claimed the symbol, owning it for the new Decepticon army.
At your touch, Megatron vented a soft gust of warm air, wondering what you were thinking as you pawed at his insignia. He wished that you could see it as the symbol of a new age as it was supposed to be, but he guessed that you would always remember the one that Sentinel had marred him with. He would remember too. He had to.
After disappearing on his life-changing quest with Orion, D-16 had worried about you, but he figured that the other miners would take care of you. In that, he was only half-right.
When the miners were told that he and Orion had died from their injuries in the race, they panicked, scared that they wouldnât be able to help you leave the planet since they were the lower class. So, one of them had taken you to Sentinel, explaining what you were and coming up with a cover story for how you had gotten on Cybertron.
Sentinel, having guessed that you were once a Quintesson prisoner, pretended to believe the story, and reassured the mech that he would see to it that his top-bots found you a way home.
After that, he kept you prisoner in a gilded cage, his pet now since you wouldnât give him any information on the missing miners' whereabouts.
When D-16 and the High Guard were captured, you met D-16âs eyes and he became even more furious, wondering how you had gotten there and what Sentinel had done to you.
Before that day, you already admired D-16, but your admiration turned to complete adoration and contrarily, fear as he kept standing up in the face of adversity. He wouldnât be kept down, no matter what they did to him. You cried to see your friend hurt, but you didnât scream or do anything further to draw attention to yourself, afraid that if you did, Sentinel would torture D-16 further.
Now, you were here, on one of Cybertronâs moons in a base that the Decepticons had constructed very quickly, being efficient builders, and the war with Cybertron was about to begin.
Megatron lifted your hand with his free servo, gently rolling his thumb pad over it. He wanted you to see him, not the person he used to be behind the insignia. You stared up at him.
âTalk to me,â He told you, gently.
You took a minute to think about what you needed to say.
You understood why the Decepticons had to go to war. It was like Megatron said; when he tried to talk to them, they had clung to the old ways and a new leader had arisen to take Sentinelâs place. Another false Prime â Optimus Prime. He had attacked Megatron and the high guard and then banished them from their home under the threat that they would not be left for long.
Still, knowing why the war was happening wasnât enough. You needed more than that. You glanced outside the windows of the command centre, seeing the High Guard working ceaselessly.
One more look to Megatron and you knew what you had to say.
âIs this the only way? To fight? To kill?â
Megatron was saddened to see you so upset, but he clung to his resolve, no mercy left within him.
âYes. There is no room for a peaceful resolve unless those on the surface join our ranks.â
âAre you scared?â You asked in a very small voice, indicating that you were terrified for him.
Megatron stroked your cheek, âNo, and nor should you be. I will keep you safe.â And he would. He would do everything in his power to protect you from harm, including lying to you to save you from anything that might hurt your feelings. You were his precious pet and Megatron always took care of what belonged to him.
Some of the High Guard wondered about you, a human among their ranks. They would have tried to research you, had there been any information about something so alien. But without their records from Iacon, they had little ability to look into your kind and simply decided to leave Megatron with his pet. Later in the war, they might have rebelled against you, but after Megatronâs victory against Sentinel, they trusted their new leader. It wasnât yet time for schisms, underhanded plots for mutiny, or general scheming; those would come much, much later.
As it was, Shockwave was responsible for providing you with a home, and the process didnât take him long. It was less of a room built for you, and more like furniture your size based on your descriptions that had been put into Megatronâs hab-suite.
When Megatron took you to see it, he enjoyed the way your expression lit up. He had almost reacted the same when he saw that he had his own room for the very first time in his life. Yet, he hadnât been able to find enough joy in his situation. So, he had a room that he didnât have to share with a few dozen miners. What did that matter when a war was brewing?
But holding you⊠Seeing you happy? That was worth something.
âIs this-â Megatron almost said to your liking, but decided instead to focus on functionality, âIs this adequate?â
You hopped off his palm and onto the desk that held just about everything you needed, which was a relief since you had lost most of the items in your pack at the Battle of Iacon. Trailing your hand gently over a bed, very robotic in design, but comfortable and made from repurposed cleaning cloths, you smiled.
âItâs perfect. Thank you.â
Megatron ran a finger down your cheek, âNo need to thank me.â He watched you as you moved things about, perfecting everything that you needed, and then later he watched you recharge. How perfect it was, giving you exactly what you needed. He would make you dependent on him; you would never need anyone else ever again. He would make you love him. After losing everything, he needed that much.
âExcuse me, Shockwave?â You said, feeling small. By now, you usually felt confident around Cybertronians, but you found Shockwave and some of the High Guard unnerving.
The Cyclops-Bot stared at you, saying nothing, and generally making you feel more uncomfortable.
âUm, Megatron told me to come to you if I need anythingâŠ?â
Shockwave didnât know why you were saying it like it was a question. You were either told to come to him or you werenât. Life had no place for statistical fallacy.
Seeing as he didnât reply, you pulled your pack off your back, opening it for him to see the contents as you withdrew them.
âEach of these dehydrated cubes is a meal. I need to consume two or three a day,â You explained. âAs you can see, Iâm running low, and even if I wasnât, this isnât the best state for my food to be in. I need food. Real, fresh food, or- Or Iâm going to die.â
Shockwave didnât seem alarmed by the statement. He didnât seem to feel anything. Instead, he glanced at your dwindling supplies, noting exactly how long you could survive. He didnât understand much about your fuel, though he thought it inefficient as he scanned the contents, finding many perishable components, had they not been dehydrated.Â
Finally, after a long and stressful silence in which he examined both your pack and you, he relented. âI shall take care of it.â
You were so happy that you didnât think to ask about the details of Shockwaveâs plan. Instead, you smiled and bounced on the balls of your feet, âThank you, Shockwave.â
Shockwave watched you walk away. He generally didnât understand the concept of pets, but you were cute enough, he supposed.
Turning back to his newly set up data console, Shockwave began researching the nearest planets that were home to organic species. Seeing how small you were, he believed that organics would be easy enough to subjugate. With that in mind, he began drafting the first invasion plans. Not only would the Decepticons take the fuel you needed but they would also strip the planet of all its valuable resources, giving the Decepticons a technological edge over the Autobots. Later, Megatron would tell you that the Decepticons had made trade deals with several organic planets, never revealing that you were the starting cause behind his slave empire, and you would be spoiled with lavish gifts, ignorant of their origin.
Starscream stared at your sleeping form and then back to Megatron.
âI canât look after this thing,â He argued.
Though Megatron had bested Starscream once, he hadnât yet grown to fear his master and as such, was testing his limits.
âYou can and you will,â Megatron ordered.
There were arguably better candidates to care for you, especially Soundwave who was used to smaller beings from playing host to some Cassettes. But this wasnât a question of who you got along with or who would be best suited to watch over you. It was a test of allegiance. Besides, the more bots that Megatron kept on rotation to âpet-sitâ you, the more would know how to care for you when he was away.
Megatron needed to see you taken care of, even if he didnât like leaving you with others, especially if he thought of them touching you. He shouldnât care this much, but the last person he had entrusted with you had been the very one to betray him. He didnât want to think of you trusting anyone like that traitor Orion⊠Optimus. He didnât want any kind of bond like that in his life again, not for himself or you.
Standing his ground while Starscream prattled on about being the Commander of the High Guard, Megatron snarled. He pointed his cannon at Starscream which was enough to make the weaker mech backtrack, begging for his life.
âYou will do as I say.â
Starscream nodded, holding his hands out in surrender, âYes, of course. Your pet will be well cared for, Megatron.â
âThatâs Lord Megatron to you.â
âOf- Of course. Lord Megatron,â Starscream bowed, humiliation coursing through him; it was a feeling that would one day transform into loathing. Megatron left his subordinate, satisfied with how easy it was to subjugate another to his will. He wondered how you would look bowing to him, then turned his mind against such thoughts. He didnât want to frighten you into worshipping him; he would become someone worthy of your adoration.
You mumbled D-16âs name, waking from a deep sleep. Had you been more alert, you might have thought about how worrying it was that you had come to rely on Megatron so quickly or that you had called him by his old name and that he was no longer that bot you met just a short while ago.
Instead, your thoughts were disturbed by Starscream throwing you some new clothes that Shockwave had acquired from another planet. They were the vestments of the Royal Family until Megatron had ordered their deaths; now the clothes were yours, and far superior in quality than your previous garments.Â
âPut those on,â He ordered, not caring whether you did or not.
You blinked owlishly at Starscream, having never been left alone with him before.
âWhereâs Megatron?â You asked, despite being somewhat used to his leaving regularly to attend meetings, start trade deals with other planets, or draft new battle strategies.
Starscream rolled his optics, âWhat a clingy pet. Canât you be away from Megatron for a few kliks before whining?â
You scowled at the mech, âIâm not a pet.â
âAnd Iâm not a pet-sitter, but here we are,â Starscream griped.
You shook your head and got to work tinkering with some little projects you had started. During the Battle of Iacon, most of the items had been damaged when you fell on your pack. Fortunately, having worked on the Translator for so long, you werenât bad at mechanics now, though a lot of your tinkering was mostly experimentation. So, rather than waste any time conversing with the bot who treated you like an unwanted mutt, you continued your work on your new shower unit, since your collapsable service station needed some repairs in that department and regrettably, you were starting to smell.
When Megatron returned he was injured, having lost to Optimus Prime for the second time. The loss enraged him, but it didnât worry him. Optimus may have had the power of the Primes, but Megatron learned a lot from that battle, and in the end, he was certain that his strategy and cunning would win over Primeâs strength.
Besides, it hadnât been a total loss. The other Decepticons had managed to spread their message through Iacon, and there were already a handful of bots who had returned to the Luna base with Megatron. With the new recruits all ready for an uprising, Megatron was preparing to send some of them back undercover, so they could further spread the message of the Decepticon cause.
Before entering his hab-suite, Megatron straightened up, hiding most of the damage behind bravado, despite the energon that leaked from his side. There could be no signs of weakness.
He expected to see you in his hab-suite, but you werenât there. So, Starscream had taken you elsewhere. Megatron was about to begin repairing himself when he heard you cry out. It was faint, and more of a shout than a scream, but it sent him spiralling all the same.
He ran to find you, following the sound of your voice.
âGET OFF,â You shouted.
Megatron ran faster.
âSTOP SQUIRMING!â Starscream yelled back.
Megatron burst into the wash racks, finding you soaked in Starscreamâs grip, the water washing over both of you. Starscream was tugging at your old clothes, partially victorious as the seams ripped, uncovering your arm and part of your chest. You gritted your teeth and slapped at his hand.
Seeing all of this, Megatron gritted his dentae and smashed into Starscream, being careful to grab his arm and pull you from his grasp.
âWHAT ARE YOU DOING?â Starscream demanded.
Megatron held you against his chassis possessively, âWhen (Y/N) says stop, you stop. Their commands are my commands. Now, I demand to know what you were doing to my pet!â
You stared up at Megatron, shocked that he would call you such a thing. He knew what you were now, so why would he treat you like an animal? You didnât like it.
âIâm not a pet,â You murmured, but neither mech seemed to hear you, glaring at one another in a silent power struggle.
Losing his nerve, Starscream bowed his head.
âI was merely washing your precious pet,â He sneered. âIt stank.â
âNot a pet,â You repeated, but your words fell on deaf ears.
Starscream got up from the floor and sauntered out of the wash racks. Megatronâs optics tracked him, all the while a seed of hatred forming for his Second in Command. When Starscream was out of sight, Megatron held you up for inspection. You had your arms crossed to protect your chest, and you were staring angrily down at the floor. The water made the remains of your outfit cling to you, making you feel even smaller and more vulnerable.
Honestly, Megatron had little right to be so furious at Starscream. He too didnât understand the significance of your clothing, only that the coverings were important to you.
âAre you okay, pet?â He said, gently stroking your cheek.
You pushed his hand away, âIâM NOT YOUR PET!â
Megatron stared at you, open-mouthed. Youâd never yelled at him before.
âDo you get that?â You asked, brow furrowing. âYou used to, but itâs like youâve forgotten. Iâm a person, just like you. Do you understand?â
Megatron thought back to the person he had been, comparing it to who he was now, and who he wanted to be in the future. You wanted D-16 back, but he wasnât that anymore. Yet⊠Maybe it wouldnât hurt to be D-16 around you, just a little bit.
âIâm sorry, (Y/N). I never meant to imply-â He sighed, âIâm sorry.â
For the moment, it seemed that D-16 was back, and things were just like they had always been. You were about to say something equally sentimental, until you saw the trickle of energon, washing down the drain.
âYouâre hurt!â
Megatron shook his helm, âItâs nothing.â
âNo,â You cried out. âItâs not nothing!â
âIâll patch it up in our room. You can take care of yourself there too.â
You were staring at him. Megatron couldnât help smiling a little at your concern. As promised, he had patched himself up with a welding iron. It had been painful, but he hadnât shown any signs of it.
You meanwhile, were in your new clothes, having sorted yourself out and dried off.
Megatron stood from his chair, leaving the tools he had used for self-repair on the desk.
He scooped you up, holding you to his face, âIâm alright. I promise.â
You shook your head, unwilling to believe him. Megatron chuckled, supposing that you couldnât believe it since such an injury would have been fatal to your kind. Yet, he was wrong in trying to guess your thoughts. Physically, you knew Megatron would recover easily, but to recover psychologically? You wondered if he ever would.
Maybe it was because of everything he had gone through before you met, being a slave to a corrupt system, or maybe it was because of Orionâs death, but despite his apology earlier, you couldnât help seeing the difference between D-16 and Megatron.
Still, he hadnât abandoned you, and you wouldnât abandon him. Megatron was going through something traumatic, and as he said, the war was inevitable. It would be hard on anybody, and you wanted to help him through it.
You glanced down to his welded side which he would undoubtedly buff out later to make it look as if nothing ever happened.
âDoes it still hurt?â
Megatron couldnât help adoring the soft melancholy lilt of your voice; the concern that was all for him. Â
He tilted your chin up so you were looking into his eyes instead of at his failure, âIt hurts less when youâre here.â
Your eyes flicked towards Megatronâs lips and you felt your cheeks start to burn. Lately, you had begun imagining things. You wanted to be closer to Megatron, to share some intimate moments with him, but that was impossible; you two werenât the same.
Seeing your flushed skin and your darting eyes, Megatron smiled, looking the closest to being D-16 that he had in a while. You were so easy to read.
Perhaps it was time to show you the little trick he had been practising; it would leech him of his energy but he was certain that it would be worth it.
Megatron lowered you to his desk.
âClose your eyes,â He requested.
Although you had a lot on your mind, you did as he asked; at that moment, you knew you would have likely done anything for him.
Megatron mass displaced so he was closer to your size. It was difficult to become so small, but he managed to shrink down to around nine feet. Originally, mass displacement was taught to working-class Cybertronians so they could shrink down and enter the Underground to make repairs. Everyone was told that it was more energy-effective than using mini-bots, but the truth was that mini-bots were kept as slaves, being seen as even lesser than the worker-bots; they were hardly worth keeping online, and nobody in the Senate wanted to risk giving them repair tools for larger jobs in case they started a rebellion.
Now, Megatron had also learned mass displacement, for you.
He placed a servo to the small of your back, giddy when you opened your eyes in shock. He traced down your jawline with his other hand, lightly thumbing over your chin. How perfectly you fit against him now.
Dipping down, he pressed his lips to yours. Metal against flesh; two different worlds colliding.
You gave yourself over to him.
Little was right in your life since you were taken by the Quintessons, but this moment was perfect⊠Or it would be if you could fight the niggling in your mind that warned you all was not right with the Decepticons. Megatronâs servo bunched in your hair. You moaned against him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You could ignore those thoughts. You had to. Needed to. What else could you do when you had foolishly let yourself fall in love?
As Megatronâs paramour, you were given more freedom as Decepticon successes rose. Or rather, you were given the fragile illusion of more freedom. You were taken to the few organic planets that Megatron had made âtrade dealsâ with thus far. The threat of their destruction kept the people in line, and you were treated with all the respect of a visiting dignitary. If you tried, you would have seen the terror in the faces of those conquered, but with Megatron distracting you as if you were on a date, you chose the easy path. It was easy to run from suffering when you didnât want to believe in it.
You were given a communicator which Megatron told you had been built for you, but it had actually been ripped from a now deceased Autobotâs helm. You were provided anything you needed, and more beyond that. However, all of it ceased to matter on the day you saw Orion Pax, alive and well.
Orion Pax, now Optimus Prime had received word that Megatron had conquered a nearby planet and enslaved its people. Fully believing that you had perished in the Battle of Iacon, the Autobot leader vowed to free the planet your name, knowing that itâs what you would have wanted for your organic kin.
That was when you both saw each other, Optimus lowering his blaster and you standing atop Megatronâs shoulder.
âOrion,â You breathed his name, barely loud enough for anyone to hear, yet Megatron heard; how could he not when you were standing right next to his audials?
Megatron glowered at Optimus, feeling extra possessive of you since the Prime had stolen everything from him and banished him from his home. He wouldnât be allowed to take you too.
Megatron grabbed you roughly, partially transforming his chest cavity and shoving you inside. His pet, his lover, his possession, his captive; you were his! Optimus glared at Megatron. Keeping you captive was not an option, he would not allow it. Pointing at his ex-friend, Optimus gave the command, âAUTOBOTS, ROLL OUT!â
Megatron shook with rage, fear, sadness, hatred.
He held your lifeless body in his cupped servos. Granted, Optimus Prime had held back in the fight, but his damned Autobots hadnât, and now you were gone.
You were the last thing Megatron had and you too had been ripped away from him.
That was it then. No more mercy, no more holding back. No more attachments.
All Autobots would be scrapped, and all the worthless organics of the universe would be destroyed or enslaved. Megatron refused to ever get close to an organic ever again. None would ever make up for you and he would not risk opening his spark to another being.
Ha, that was a joke. He couldnât offer his spark to anyone anyway. It had been snuffed out. He was hollow. Just a shell for the seething rage to fill.
He was Megatron, and he didnât need anybody.
He left your body to burn in the ashes of the organic planet, but Optimus picked you up, determined to give you a proper burial. To the Primeâs surprise, he saw you take in a tiny breath of air. You werenât dead, but you would be if he didnât get you away from the dying world. You needed air, you needed a doctor, you needed freedom.
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Starscream - Rut Cycle
Starscream x Human reader
Warnings: Smut, Porn, Giant/tiny, size difference, Mating cycles, Heat cycle, Oral, fingerings, penetration.
Word count: 2.7k
Wooooo finally got this piece done, I hope you all enjoy how snarky and pissy Starscream is but he's also not willing to ask anyone else for help with his issue.
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Rut cycle masterlist
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 Both factions tried their best to avoid each other as much as possible with the many cybertronians. But it's the little human from earlier which catches Starscream's attention. They are peacefully unaware of his burning gaze on them despite the sweet scent that came from their smaller frame, making him nearly snarl with want. Had it been any other time his optics wouldn't even flicker on their frame, but the cybertronian rut had him eager to find a way to let off charge and the organic responsible for igniting such foreign urges within his circuits during the meeting is what he has set his gaze upon.
According to his studies of indigenous species during past orbital observations, he knew rut pheromones held little effect on humans, but they had a constant scent which seemed to almost enhance. It stimulated his circuits, even had his processor strained to restrain. His joints clenched hotly fans blasting full force to try and cool his frame as hot air blasted from his vents as he musings of folding those smaller limbs beneath his bulk.Â
 It was a ridiculous notion, of course. Yet denying base coding risked compromising not only his system functions and level-headed trine, his trine were already on edge within these crowded quarters.
The mech released another steady exvent. Violence wasn't going to solve anything during their rut, as much as Starscream despised cooperation with the Autobots, this truce was meant to benefit all where interests aligned. The Red and blue seeker stalks behind the human waiting for the best opportunity to snatch them up.Â
said human look up when they hear the loud steps echoing from behind them, eyes widening almost in horror as Starscream wraps a servo around them before whisking them off into one of the empty offices of the Ark. Their cry falls silent when Starscream shoots them a glare, wiggling in his hold, until they eventually give up. Â
Starscream's engine rumbled ominously as his smouldering optics fell upon the lone organic within his grasp. According to his analysis, their frame is rather suited for interfacing, yes it carried risk mainly to their much smaller frame but due to increasing heat building up in Starscream's system he lacked the time to care. He needed an outlet, and the sweet pheromones teased his nasal systems made a rumble emit from his cockpit.Â
âCease your writhing.â he Grumbles while dropping them on the desk in a corner. âRemain cooperative and no harm shall befall you,â his low voice assured. Optics scaling down their body as he inspects and finds that they would do.Â
They let out a yelp as they are dropped on the table, looking up at him, taking a moment to try and scurry away only for Starscream to grab their leg and drag them back. They shout in shock before their body is still just laying on the table looking up at him. "What screamer do you want? Screamer! " their voice is shaky before the anger seeps throught into their words as they glare up at the seeker.Â
Starscream's optics glowed with sadistic amusement as they futilely struggled in his grip. This one had spirit, while limited by its primitive form, offered finer entertainment than most of its inferior kind. He had to admit their frame was rather to his liking, For a fleshling.Â
Starscream doesn't even answer before his helm leans down very close to their frame, taking a deep intake of their scent, letting it filter through his systems, another deep rumble leaves him as his digits begin clawing at their clothing.Â
They nearly squeal as he leans in closer. "Stop! I'll scream and every Autobot in the Ark will storm in here!" They stammer out, it makes Starscream pause for a moment. optics narrowing as the small creature issued its threat. drawing unnecessary confrontation while in Autobot territory wasn't something he needed less so when his coding was sending him into full rut.Â
Removing his face from against their body, Starscream purred disdainfully, "Your posturing amuses me. But alerting your beloved autobot protectors benefits neither of us." His talons idly traced nonthreatening patterns as charged energy lingered in his field.Â
Their jaw clenches as they glare up at him, heaving in breaths. "What, do you want Starscream?" They try to sound menacing but due to the size difference they look more like an angry petroabit. Starscream cycled several intakes of air, fans whirring as the organic's enticing pheromones teased his sensors.
Leaning in close once more, Starscream rumbled in a deceptively soft tone, "You know full well what I Need, you were in the meeting i doubt you weren't ears dropping " the two go silent just staring at each other before Starscream continued, "Remain still and silent, I need you frame to sate my needs. Struggle, however, and I make no promises of no injuries."Â
They flail, trying to slap his plating, hissing at him. "Have you lost your mind, what makes you think I'd even let a fucking Con touch Me!, you'd likely squish me after!" They shout at him while trying to wiggle out of his hold. "TRACKS!, BLASTER!" They try yelling.Â
Starscream snarled as they fruitlessly struggled in his grasp. "Cease your pointless writhing," he spat. While interfacing carried certain risks across their disparate biology, gentler care could satisfy both parties, he wasn't past trying to satisfy them if it meant he could stable his systems. Releasing a steady ventilation, Starscream stated, "Calm your little processor and listen. Perhaps we can find an arrangement... mutually satisfying."
 They go quiet as they lay there in Starscream's servos. Their heart pounding in their chest as they listen to the whirl and pulse from Starscream's frame. "What kind of Arrangement?" They ask, a slight stutter in their voice. Starscream cycled air slowly through his vents as his optics met the organic's gaze.
"One whereby both parties leave in a state of satisfaction, with dignity intact. I'd rather have a willing participant, as much as I dislike your kind I'd be caught dead before interfacing with an Autobot, you help me with my Issue, you leave satisfied and we never speak of this again" he rumbled softly, fans whining as his body shutters as heat pours through his lines,Â
 â Your pheromones are sending my systems haywire, I need releaseâ he grumbles hating the fact that he had to resort to almost begging for a rut partner. They shutter lightly debating the offer. The whines, clangs and mechanism in his frame screech and grind against each other with need. "Fine, I'll help you with your issue" they grumble lightly. Nearly yelping when Starscream begins discarding their clothing. "Jesus! Desperate much!" They snap at him.
Starscream's optics roll as he ignores their grumbled words. Discarding the shredded garments with efficiency, Starscream purred down at its now-exposed form, his digits traced teasing patterns against sensitive flesh as primitive biological functions betrayed the organic's own rising arousal, he could basically taste them.Â
 Starscream rumbled smugly, watching as they squirmed under him. A shiver runs through their body as Starscream traces a digit down their body, watching the way they shift under his touch, the goose bumps that prickle their skin. A soft whine leaves them as he moves further down their frame. "God you're so snobby and up yourself" the human huff in annoyance.Â
"Your pathetic frame betrays your prudish words, flesh creature," Starscream sneered, tracing his claws around areas already blossoming with coloured lines. Leaning in until his ex-vents teased their naked body, Starscream purred silkily, "Cease your mewling protests." His own circuits buzzed with building need. Â
The human shutter as Starscream's digits move down to their thighs, teasingly tracing against their sex, they let out a slight moan only to gasp as Starscream leans down and watches the way they squirm under his rather gentle touch. "prick" they huff. Starscream's crimson optics glinted with a mix of disdain and hunger as the human's teasing gestures. They go to make another snarky remark only to nearly squeal as his glossa presses against their skin, dipping down to press against their entrance.Â
With a snarky smirk playing on his lips, Starscream leaned down, relishing the sight of the human squirming under his touch. "Prick, am I? Well, you're not exactly my ideal choice of company either," Starscream retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm and a hint of arousal. A feral hunger surges through him as his glossa pressed into them, slowly dragging along their walls.Â
Their skin tastes sweet like the Energon wine with crystals he loved so much from before the war. It makes the mech groan out in delight and he pulls them flush against his intake, indulging their sweet taste. Small gasps and whimpers leave them, their protest falls silent as Starscream works them open on his glossa. Starscream's optics narrowed at the human's withering frame, a snarky smirk playing on his lips as he continued to indulge in their sweetness. He speaks against their thighs "Oh, the audacity of you. Don't act like you're not enjoying every astrosecond of this," Starscream retorted.
With a predatory gleam in his optics, Starscream worked them open on his glossa, relishing in the way they squirmed and gasped under his ministrations. Despite the human's initial protest, their body betrayed their true desires, succumbing to the intoxicating allure of the Decepticon's touch. The sweet sound of their moans has Starscream contemplating sharing them with his Trine once the rut cycle is over. hes rather sure that the other two would enjoy their tight body as much as he was.Â
As the collection of moans fall from their lips, their hips arch up into his intake. They refuse to call out his name. Even as he presses his glossa deeper into them, a deep purr rumbling from his frame. A small whimper leaves them and it makes Starscream rather smug over the situation. With a haughty tilt of his helm, Starscream pressed his glossa deeper into them, relishing in the small whimper that escaped their lips. Their defiance only fueled his desire to dominate.Â
A loud moan falls from their lips as they throw a hand over their mouth, but it was too late now, Starscream had heard the moan. Despite their feeble attempt to stifle their sounds of pleasure. "No need to be shy now,â he taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance and amusement.
"Shut up" they grumble. Everything about the human has his systems surged with old coding, a need to take and claim them. Starscream's optics flashed with a mix of irritation and amusement as the human grumbled and pushed him away, attempting to assert some form of control over the situation. "Oh, touchy, are we now?" he retorted, his tone snarky and laced with impatience.
His modesty panel slides away as his Spike pressurises. His movements became deliberate and calculated. Running a digit down their thigh, savouring the contrast between the cold steel of his touch and the warmth of their skin. The choked mew that escaped the human only fueled his desire further, a smirk playing on his lips as he slowly pressed his digit into their tight opening, relishing in the sensation.
 he picks up pace of his thrusting his digit into them, admiring the way their smaller body eagerly takes it. As the human's eyes fell closed in a mix of pleasure and surrender, Starscream's movements became more assertive and dominant. Each thrust was calculated to elicit a response, his actions a blend of pleasure and power. "You're enjoying this more than you'd like to admit, aren't you?" he taunted, his voice laced with snark and condescension.
The human's moans increased in intensity, a symphony of desire that only fueled Starscream's own satisfaction. As Starscream retracts his digits he makes himself comfortable between their thighs, enjoying the mess he had made of them so far. Despite their fight before they seemed much more manageable and cooperative now. A loud gasp escapes them as his spike lays against their skin. Horror and fear flashes before their eyes.
Starscream couldn't help but chuckle at the sight before him, the human's initial resistance now giving way to a more compliant state. A loud gasp escaped the human as his spike laid against their thigh, a playful glint in his optics as he leaned in closer. "Oh, what's the matter, little one? Scared of a spike?" he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery and condescension.
"That's not going to fit" they state breathlessly as he slowly grinds against them. A soft whine leaves them as Starscream slowly rocks against them. He enjoys every second of it, the sweet scent from the human, the way their body responds to him so eagerly despite how much of a fight they have put up.
"Oh, you underestimate me," he taunted, he dragged the tip of his spike down to their entrance, Starscream revealed in the anticipation and control of the moment. Starscream's voice dripped with smug satisfaction as a loud gasp escaped the human upon feeling him slowly pressing his spike into them. With a loud groan and the static of Cybertronian leaving him, he firmly grasped their hips, keeping them steady as he worked his spike inside them. A smirk played on his lips as he relished in the moment.
"What was that about not fitting?" Starscream's taunting words filled their tight body, Whimpers, whines and moans fell from their lips as Starscream began picking up pace, enjoying how tight they felt around his spike, he hadn't interfaced with anything like this. And he was starting to see the appeal of such a soft and plush body.Â
"Such delightful little sounds," he murmured, his voice laced with a newfound appreciation for the human's form. His optics flicker down to watcha s his spike slides into their tight hole, enjoying the wait their body almost moulds around his spike, relishing in the tightness and the softness that enveloped him, savouring every moment.Â
They cling to him with each thrust, a symphony of moans leaving them. He continued to move with purpose, Starscream relished in the sounds of their shared pleasure, his coding singing in delight as his Spike swells locking them in place as he hunches over them, digits digging into the metal table and he snarls loudly.Â
Starscream's frame trembled as the human's fingers dug into his plating, sending a shudder up his struts that resonated through his core. The intensity of their touch, combined with the overwhelming pleasure of how tight they are around his spike pushed Starscream into a feral state, his instincts taking over.Â
He ruts his spike deeper into their smaller body as he overloads and coats their insides in a vibrant hue of fluorescent pink that pours out of their smaller body onto the table around them. His optics flicker down to watch the fluid drip and leak from the human's smaller frame, his optics darkening with a primal hunger. The sight of the shimmering pink fluid only fueled his desire further, his fans and vents blast hot air as they try to cool his systems. He doesn't move from his position taking time for his frame to reset and cool down from interfacing.Â
The human lay under him in a panting mess, eyes closed trying to catch their breath in the aftermath of their coupling. "You're quite the pathetic sight, struggling to even breathe properly," Starscream remarked, his tone laced with a mix of irritation and amusement. They shoot him a glare before flipping him off. âGo fuck yourselfâ the huff out, chest heaving as sweat sticks to their skin. Â
"You're lucky to have experienced such a moment with me. Cherish it, for it may be the closest you'll ever come to true power," Starscream's words dripped with condescension, a hint of sadistic pleasure colouring his voice. âgo suck a spikeâ they grumble out trying to get the last word in over their argument. âI'd much rather feast on youâ he rumbled, slowly pulling out, another flood of transfluid gushes out of their smaller body which makes them gasp and shutter.Â
A smug satisfaction washes over Starscream before he drops back down between their tights. Glossa runs over their abused sex as he pulls them back to his intake.Â
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TFP Cons Reaction to You Asking for Pads
notes: afab reader, mentions of periods. I had to do the other side.
Megatron
Starscream
Knockout
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Breakdown
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tfp! Soundwave hcs
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UGH HES SO CUTE
Warnings: None I think, just fluff!
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He's so quiet, but it's cute. He just stands there staring off into the blank distance as you're yapping away. He pays attention to every detail and just keeps nodding after every sentence, and for some reason, you're happy at this small gesture. So you keep going!
Soundwave is the eyes and ears of everything, so he's constantly listening to different conversations at once, while also keeping up with a one-sided conversation with you. He's got to admit, your guy's conversations are more "interesting."
He doesn't communicate much but when he does, trust that it's the cutest thing ever. He's interested in what you're doing? He'll cock his head to the side. He wants a hug? He'll nudge a tentacle onto you. Oh, he wants a smooch? I got you! He'll lean down and nudge his visor towards you. You said something he likes? A cute "đ" appears on his visor. If you're in another room, just know you'll probably get a random text of an emoji signaling what he wants.
He probably installed some dumb protection software onto your laptop and electronics to make sure nobody is hacking you or spying on you. It's one of his ways of showing you his love.
If you ever need something, don't worry about sighing about it multiple times.
"Sighhhhhhh, the new iphone looks so-"
Would you look at that! The new iPhone is on the table in front of you!
If a Decepticon walked in on you guys or discovered you, he wouldn't hesitate to defend you. He couldn't let anything happen to you. If Megatron threatens to squish you, trust that Soundwave will get you somewhere as far as possible and out of reach from him. He knows Megatron shouldn't be taken lightly. Soundwave will get you a personal device to communicate with him though!
He makes Laserbeak watch you when he can't. Laserbeak definitely grows to like you because Soundwave likes you! How cute! I love you Soundwave!
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On Transformers and Human soulmate tropes...
(i do personally attack starscream at the end, i'm sorry starscream lovers, i love him too, but he's just a sad, devious little guy.)
Just a little thought here, so, I love soulmate tropes. Depending on the plot, they can be really fun and take so many interesting paths as a medium used within storytelling, whether romantic or platonic.
But what i want to talk about specifically is Transformer x Human soulmate tropes. Like, you have this super sweet side to it where the bot can be like 'I have waited my entire life to find you, finally, I can hold you in my arms and we never have to part again'. Depending on the character/story/type of SM (soulmate, shortening it because I'm not gonna keep writing it out) trope of course.
Can I just say how...instrumentally fucked this is though? So you have this race of robots who live for, what is essentially millennia out in the wild unless they catch the smoke. Their soulmate ends up being this little creature that lives for 80, maybe 100 years tops before dying. -Unless we're going for some kind of mind switch body type thing, but we all know how that went with spike in g1.
Our beloved robo blorbos will eventually have to cope with the fact that their soulmate, the person or creature they're MEANT to be with via laws of the universe, will die a LOT sooner than they will.
This especially hits hard with the decepticons who, depending on continuity -- hate humanity already. Bots who've gone through so much, losing their home, friends, and their dignities; have to learn to put up with and accept this creature as their fated mate/spouse/conjux endura, whatever you want to call it- SOULMATE.
Then the decepticons just have to deal with the fact that they're going to lose this person too, just like they've already lost everything else and oh GOD. Maybe they choose to forget about them and move on, stay alone and mourn what could have been if the universe hadn't had such a fucked sense of humor. Maybe they choose to accept it, but never let their SM too close because they know they'll just be hurt so much more hurt when the inevitable comes.
Then you have to think about decepticons having to possibly protect their SM from other cons! From being taken and 'saved' by the autobots.
Imagine some bots or cons just flying off the handle, going crazy just to try and keep their human alive in any way they possibly can, afraid of running out of time.
(Starscream lovers forgive me for the angst)
And Starscream especially, Maybe he'd try. He'd have a great time, take a chance, and give it a go. But what if he's actually terrified? Maybe he'd also self sabotage a little, knowing the relationship will never last too long anyways; not in the short blink of time it would be next to his life. Maybe, he doesn't actually know what to do with himself in a positive relationship after being, i dunno, consistently dogged on by megatron and he freezes.
There's something actually good for him, and since he isn't sure how to receive or accept that fact, he's gone. And maybe he'll come back, but the cycle could repeat.
(Im sorry, unless you put a tracker on him and call his ass and really give him some therapy. get him some god damn therapy.)
But yeah. All around, the angst potential is immense for this stuff and it makes me sad to think about so I thought i would share it instead of just write about it in an actual fic because my character analysis and ability to comprehend my own thoughts is so shit.
Okay, CIAOOOOOO~
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Starscream is given a bath, Part 4:
Bet yâall thought I was done with this. Iâm not done, I was just stuck on this part for a really long time. It wasnât going the way I wanted it to, but then again, I always have doubts when it comes to Starscreamâs characterization.
Anyway, it ended up being pretty long. 1298 words. Iâm not all too satisfied with it, but I gotta just post it and move on.
Part 3: here
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âStarscream.â
He opened his optics once more, taking a few seconds to recalibrate. It appeared that he had actually fallen into a recharge without noticing. He looked down at himself, seeing that his arms and chest were lookingâŠshinier than usual. He flexed his digits, touching the tip of every talon to his thumb. Sheâd done a good job, for a human. Collecting himself but still feeling a little drowsy, Starscream looked down at her.
âYes? What is it?â
âI need to clean your vents.â
He bristled at that statement, his expression quickly turning sour. âYou donât need to do that.â He waved a servo, wings flattening behind his back.
âCome on, would you rather be breathing dirty air for the rest of your life?â
âMy cooling system cleans itself.â He huffed. âI thought you knew that by now.â
âYour air filtration and internal components do. The vents donât. Theyâre external.â Damnit, why did she have to know so much about cybertronian biology? The human reached up, her hands grabbing onto the vents on both sides of his face and tugging on them. He grumbled at that, still wanting to avoid this wretched fate. Nevertheless, he allowed her to pull him down. He knew by now that arguing would be pointless.
âI wonât get any water in, Iâm just gonna run a towel over them.â She let go of him, stepping out of the bathtub. She quietly walked to a cabinet, opening it and grabbing a soft little towel. The human ran some warm water over it, before squeezing out the excess and returning to him.
âLean on the side of the tub, please?â
He didnât say anything, but did as told. His wings were hanging low, as flat as they possibly could be. Seriously? Did he hate vent cleaning that much?
âThis wonât hurt a bit, I promise.â
He only grumbled in response.
The human brought the towel up to him, first rubbing it over his faceplate to wipe off anything that wasnât cleaned by the initial run of water. She cleaned him with the soft cloth using one hand, the other holding onto the side of his vent intake to keep him still. Starscream had shut his optics as tightly as possible, not moving an inch during this part of the cleanup.
âThatâs nice, isnât it?â She asked, her voice gentle as if talking to a child. âDoesnât that warmth feel so soothing, Starscream?â
âDonât patronize me.â He replied, his voice muffled from the towel she kept rubbing on his face. The human just chuckled at the sight.
âNow if you just tilt your head back, I can move on to the vents.â
He did as instructed, but she could easily see how tense he was. Starscreamâs servos gripped the sides of the bathtub, holding himself still. She tilted his chin up ever so slightly, noting that the seeker still refused to open his optics. Slowly and being as gentle as possible, she pressed the towel into his vents, using her fingers to assist in cleaning any grime off the grilles. The process went smoothly for the most part, Starscream obviously uncomfortable but managing to keep himself still. All the way until-
He yelled and kicked up the water when she touched a bad spot, his servos finding and gripping her wrists as he pulled her away from himself.
âThatâs enough touching, thank you very much.â Starscream scrambled away to the other corner of the tub, a flash of irritation on his faceplate and a defensiveness to his mannerisms.
âHang on, I think I saw something in there.â
The seeker wrapped his arms around his frame, pulling his knees all the way up to his chest. The human let out a soft sigh, sitting on the side of the tub and trying to sound as gentle as possible.
âDo you want me to get it?â
He met her gaze and the look on his faceplate momentarily shifted as though sheâd just offered to rip his spark out. Then, his expression changed again to one of contemplation. He knew this was going to hurt. But he also knew that he was going to feel much worse over the long run if she didnât get it out. Could she really, though? Get it out?
Starscream could tolerate pain, best to just get it over with. Better her than asking the Autobots for help. Fine, heâd trust her to get it out.
âFine. Just⊠be quick about it?â He asked, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice.
The human nodded, and Starscream shuffled back to his previous spot, unusually timid. He was partially acting, pretending to be more scared than he actually was with the hope that itâd earn him a gentler touch.
âTry not to make any sudden moves, alright? I wonât lose a finger if you flinch, not there, but please⊠be mindful of your strength.â
âRight. The usual.â He replied with a tiny chuckle and a subtle crack of his voice.
Evidently, it had worked. She held his faceplate between her hands, positioning it just right so she could see inside the grilles- which he had feathered to a 90-degree angle for better access.
âThank you.â
She leaned forward, peering inside. Once she had a good look at the piece of debris, she spoke up.
âOkay, Iâm gonna start now. Donât panic.â
Starscream didnât resist, just kept his optics shut hoping that this would all be done soon. Carefully, the human reached her fingers inside- this felt weird. This felt so weird. Cooling vents were not supposed to have anything solid entering them. Not so deep. Even though he knew the humanâs hand was there to help him, that she was not a threat, he had to clench his servos in order to ignore every coded instinct telling him to keep his vents clear, to remove the obstruction that was her hand immediately.
He was so focused on keeping still that he didnât even realised she was done until his temperature regulation system suddenly stopped yelling at him. Hesitantly opening his optics once more, he was met with the sight of the human looking down at him, a shard of metal in her hand covered in dried energon.
The first thing he felt was relief, as he took in a strong intake of air and a slight smile found its way to his faceplate.
That hadnât hurt all that much.
âSee? Got it out. didnât hurt too much, I hope.â
Seeing as he didnât reply, she continued.
âBut I think it left behind a cut, do you need me t-â
Oh no. He knew exactly what she was going to ask, and he wouldnât allow it.
âNo, no need!â he suddenly cut her off, and grabbed the piece of shrapnel from her hand, examining it. âIf this is all that was in there⊠my frame will be able to repair any leftover damage on its own now.â
He turned his gaze back down to her.
âAs helpful as you have been, Iâd rather not have you rooting through my internals any longer than you absolutely have to. Especially there.â he explained, an aversion of his optics accompanying that last word. He didnât want to seem rude, especially after all this human had done.
âHmm, thatâs fair. I guess I see why itâd be uncomfortable if our roles were reversed.â
He was relieved at her understanding. Well, his problem was solved. He should probably thank her for that. Starscream scoffed. He was doing too much thanking today.
âIâmâŠgrateful. For the help.â
She smiled. Huh. There she went again. He could really get used to that.
âDonât mention it. Mustâve been painful. And besides, itâs not time to thank me yet. Weâve still gotta do your wings.â
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Hello, if your requests are still open, you can do Yandere transformers Earthspark Megatron, Soundwave and Starscream x Conjux cybertronian reader who escaped when Megatron joined the Autobots and they both meet again. (Headcannonds and separated)
OoOoOh, interesting! I'll be on my knees and be already APOLOGIZING because I haven't seen 100% the Earthspark series (just started recently!). I'll do my best to do your request! Hope you like it!
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Yandere!TFE Megatron, Soundwave & Starscream with a Conjux!Cybertronian!Reader meeting again.
WARNING: Yandere behaviour, kidnapping (Megatron's part), typical violence from the series and a little bit more, suicidal ideas (Starscream's part).
MEGATRON
You have no idea how Megatron's spark broke in half at how you looked at him after he joined the Autobots.
Many decepticons held hatred and even disgust when they looked at him - but your optics held... disbelief. As if you were seeing someone you used to know but saw them be replaced with someone else.
But Megatron can't bring himself to be angry at you for not following him as his Conjux - he pulled you into the war, made you follow his beliefs and ways, he made you see the horrors of it and by his own servos, too. And then? To turn around after realizing he was doing everything done and join sides with the same bots he swore to kill and attacked for so many years.
Earthspark's Megatron gives me the vibes of being an overprotective and self-aware yandere.
The moment you two meet once again, Megatron at first tries to keep at line that dark need to tackle you and drag you to where you are going to be safe (he has been battling with himself for so many days and nights against those too obsessive ideas of his about keeping you safe, away from the world).
"My love - please, do not run away again." He begs, extending his servo at you. "Come back to me, my Conjux - I'll keep you safe, like I've always done."
If you accept and take his servo, he is going to hold you so close and cry silently, promising you he is not going to hurt you again, he is not going to make you hurt others again.
If you refuse to follow him - he is going to be crying for your forgiveness as he immobilizes you. He can't lose you again. He needs to attend to his sins, to protect you of the consequences of his own actions.
He knows what he is doing is wrong - but he can't help it.
He lost his Conjux once - and he is going to die if he loses you again.
SOUNDWAVE
Soundwave would slowly spiral into becoming a yandere after you were captured by G.H.O.S.T - both of you got to escape after Megatron took side with the Autobots, and managed to remain hidden. One day you two tried to look after energon in differente locations, and sadly, you were ambushed by the Autobots and G.H.O.S.T and taken prisoner.
Soundwave felt your anxiety and fear of being captured. And every single day he felt your sadness and anger towards those who captured you.
Earthspark's Soundwave would be an obsessive yandere that, after spiraling and meeting you again, becomes also destructive.
When he was captured and put inside of a cell, he was just... ready to give up.
"Soundwave?"
His spark felt like it was agonizing and at the same time crying in euphoria as he lifted his helm and... saw you, on the other cell across of his.
In that moment, Soundwave felt such a relief in his spark, he wanted to cry... and also destroy everything.
How dare they keep you inside of a cell? How dare they still keep you both apart from each other after having done that for so much time already?
How dare they. How dare they. Howdaretheyhowdarethey-
Thankfully - you and him get a happy ending, but add a little bit extra of aggressiveness on Soundwave's side whenever he fights, as his anger always comes back at him at remembering how much he missed you.
He is not letting his Conjux get taken away from him again. He is going to kill anyone he tries to do it again.
STARSCREAM
The need to survive skyrockets to the point it makes Starscream's mind and system break.
Imagine being 15 years imprisoned, watching as your once fellow teammates being experimented and also treated badly nearly every single day.
The worst part? You are not there.
On one servo, Starscream is thankful that you are not at the hands of G.H.O.S.T. On the other servo, Starscream is silently spiraling in a sea of anxiety and his spark always beats in agony at not having his Conjux by his side and not knowing where you are or how you are.
Are you still alive? Are you in somewhere safe? Or are you starving to death at the lack of energon? Of maybe you've been already captured and killed while being experimented on? Are you looking for him or left him to die? Oh Primus, please, do not let that be true, please.
Earthspark's Starscream would be a manipulative, possessive yandere - but with the whole PTSD from Megatron's abuse, the situation where he is now and not having you close makes him also become a paranoiac yandere.
And by Primus, he got worse after encountering Megatron after escaping the G.H.O.S.T facility.
But Hashtag's presence and empathy made his sanity remain in place for a moment. She would be a perfect sparkling for you and him to adopt and take care of.
It's Hashtag's treatment that make Starscream keep hope in his spark that you are still out there, and he is going to find you. Still, paranoia keeps eating him alive - and Skywarp and Nova Storm have to make sure he doesn't either kill something or... offlines himself.
Starscream cries the moment you and him meet again when going to help the Malto family against Mandroid. Everything but you disappears in his optics, there is only you - it has always been only you.
Starscream is going to be 24/7 by your side, holding your servo - and if you pay close attention, you can see how his optics dart from here to there, making sure there is no danger that is going to take you away. Or hear him whisper how he is going to... offline you and then himself if its necessary.
You hug Starscream in those moments to bring him back to reality, and he calms down as he hugs you back. Do not let him swim that much in those kind of thoughts - he is not that far on doing what his paranoia tells him to do.
(ă„ïżŁ 3ïżŁ)ă„ Vhaos out!
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8 with screamer pls
8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck
(Implicitly TFP Starscream, post-Partners. Him sneaking around the Nemesis is so good for this.)
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You thought you were dying; that someone's finally come to kill the High Command's pet human in an idiotic power play-
Until he was shushing you.
"What are you doing here?"
You hadn't seen him in weeks, months-- you still didn't see him as talons had curled together in a protective cup. Until your demand registered in his audials and each towering rod of metal sprung apart.
"ME???" He hisses, optics wide, lighting up the room in scarlet. All around you, his thin digits twitch with indignation. He holds you at chest height, but even here he makes you look up to see him. "What do you think I'm doing? I'm running on fumes out there and-" Starscream's head whips towards the door. All at once the red light that had been bathing you is gone, illuminating dark metal. It takes another several seconds before you hear what had drawn his attention. Footsteps- several in succession. A squad of Vehicons. Were they there for him? You turn back towards him and truly take in his appearance. As bright as his lights are in the pitch black room, they're dim- dim for how blinding they should be with him keyed up, ready to fight whatever came through the door. Worse, him looking away gives you the perfect view of the horrid scratch just below his right optic.
He holds you so close, so precariously folding his limbs to fit into the closet anyway- you stretch up onto your tip toes and reach for him. "Starscream..."
Your fingertips barely brush metal. His face snaps back towards you.
In an instant you can see it, plain as though he'd told you himself. He didn't come back for you-- not that you would have expected him to, he was hardly the most dedicated of them-- but now that he has you in his servos again... The apertures of his optics spin, watching you, betraying more than he would ever want to say. Outside, the footsteps recede.
"I was worried about you." You say, "I missed you." and it's true. When you reach for him again, he lets you touch, your tiny palm against his massive, cool cheek.
"Of course you did." Starscream says on instinct. But the waver of his optics, of his derma means there's something else. Starscream quiets as he struggles to say something with sincerity. Evidently, he doesn't quite get there. "I can't mass displace." It's not what he really means to say, replaces his first-line defense of sarcasm and self-aggrandizement with second-line allusion. It's enough to give you pause- "Have to be quick." and that's enough for you to push it aside.
You nod, instantly breathless. You don't know what quick means to him right now, so you skip the formalities and kick your pants off the edge of his servo. His optics darken at the sight of you adjusting, settling back against the quickly warming plates.
And when you part your legs for him- his engine hums, spooling up despite his attempts to suppress the sound- and his glossa spills from his intake. Slick, smooth metal joints trace up your thigh- and that's all the warm-up you get before he's sliding between your lips.
A gasp rips its way from your mouth- and you quickly cover it with your hand, sinking your teeth into your fingers just to keep quiet. From the heat in Starscream's gaze and the momentary flick of his wings, you think he'd wish you wouldn't- regardless of how tactically sound that impulse is.
He drags his glossa up nice and slow, lets his optics shutter, rerouting processing power to the chemical sensors on his glossa. It's been a quartex- no, two- since he last tasted you and your strange little organic lubricant. It's sweet and so strangely inert, his drained tanks aching for energy-dense fuel, not the delicious strings of proteins you leak so obligingly onto his glossa.
His faceplate is cool when he draws his servo even closer, your thighs pressing up to rough-worn metal. You sigh for the contact, squirm in his palm as his languid licks turn intentional, the tapered tip prodding at your entrance while the base rubs teasingly across your clit.
"Star," You sigh into your fist. He must hear it- because his engine gives a stuttering, half-aborted purr and his glossa pushes in.
With so little effort, he fills you- and your warmth, your softness, your taste surrounds him. This time, his engine's spooling goes unchecked, a deep rumble that rises in pitch- and yet does nothing to hide the distinctive shnk of his panel opening.
You wish you had the time, that he had the energy to fuck you properly. It's been so long, and as nice as his glossa feels pumping into you, squirming deliciously against your walls, it's not the same.
Around you, his talons twitch again- and now you watch his arm move and stroke himself with a pace that shuns the very concept of patience. Heat bursts from his vents, fans clicking ever higher in vain. It's been too long- too long without him, too long worrying. There's no room for the nice, slow reunion fuck you each deserved.
"Close," You gasp, but he already knows. He's felt how your soft, squishing walls keep trying to clamp down on his glossa, as though you could trap him inside that soft, wet little frame-
"Yes, yes," He purrs- voice rumbling unimpeded from his vox. Red light washes over your tiny body as he re-engages his optics, watches as you squirm in his servo-
And when you cry out, "Star!" body going rigid because of him- for him- Starscream's engine stutters, skips a cycle and he moans against your skin. His arm trembles, struggles to work himself through his own overload.
He leans away, his vents hot like desert air on your skin. The light of his optics has dimmed, lowered in the wake of his spent charge- but still coat your body in a garnet gleam, every inch of you painted red for him.
You rub your hand along his, feel the grooves between plates. "Do you have to go?" You murmur, staring up him.
"I'll be back." Starscream promises, stroking your body so carefully with one long, sharp talon. "I'll find you."
#starscream#starscream x reader#transformers#transformers x reader#transformers x human#*throws confetti* first post tf writing#my writing#valveplug#transformer x human
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OH MY GOSH IM SO EXCITED TO REQUEST!
may I request a G1!Starscream X GN!Pilot reader who accidentally found him (in jet mode) in their hanger and they just took him out to fly? đ
Hiiii, I do hope this is what you were expecting! This is such a good prompt, I wish people requested such simple but interesting prompts like this, So Thank you. I got scarried away with this one. Anyways Enjoy :)
Pairing: G1!Starscream x GN!Reader
Warnings: Just reader being a silly little pilot),
The summer sunbeams peeking through your curtains. It was around 9 in the morning, you could hear the roaring of plane engines and the occasional one passing over. Then you heard the pitter patter of boots before your door swung open.Â
âRise and shine, (Y/N)âÂ
Your eyes glance over from the window to the door, your best friend stood in the doorway, their sunglasses placed on the top of their head. A bright smile plastered on their face, they looked far too happy to be up at such a time, but you figured theyâd be up. The military really does force you into some type of schedule. They walked towards the window, pulling the curtains open to allow. The sunlight blinded you, you pulled the sheets over your head in an attempt to shield your eyes.Â
â(Y/N), wake up, get dressed. I got a surprise for ya.âÂ
Their southern accent really came through as they spoke. Their hands pull the sheets from your face. Their greenjump suit takes up your entire view, as you lay on your side.Â
âA surprise? What are you talking about?âÂ
You closed your eyes, the sleep still heavy on your eyelids. You didnât want to get up yet, and that's probably why they said they had a surprise, the urge to get up sono took over you, what the hell was this surprise? You sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hands.Â
âI canât tell you or it wouldnât be a surprise, now would it?âÂ
They once again placed their hands on their hips, the same smile placed on their face as they looked down at your sitting form.Â
âNow, go get dressed, we are wasting daylight silly.âÂ
You did as told, took a shower and got dressed. You wore your same green jumpsuit, the top tied around your waist, your sunglasses and your normal bag. You both stepped outside, your friend jumping in front of you as they slid into the topless jeep parked at the end of the walk way.
âHurry! Donât wanna be late!âÂ
You sighed, the breezy air from the coast and the warmth of the sun. It felt just like it always did. You climbed into the passenger seat, an arm resting on the door as you slung your bag in the back. The Jeep started and within a few seconds you were off. You watched as the palm trees whizzed by and you could barely see the blur of different uniforms as you passed.Â
âSooo, where are we going?âÂ
âThis morning, I got to the hanger, I was looking for something I had left last night, I saw what looked like a Jet. I don't know, I ran out to get you before I really looked at it. Thought youâd like to see it first.âÂ
Their hands tapped on the steering wheel as they drove. The light bob of the car as you go over potholes and the occasional speed bump.Â
âSo, it's a jet? It might be from the run last night and they didnât have anywhere else to put it.âÂ
Which was still weird, the hang you both called your âofficeâ hadnât housed any jets since the last rotation, and even when jets were housed there, it was always your jet.Â
âNo, this Jet has a different feel to it when I saw it. You just gotta see it.âÂ
They said as they turned into the painted lines that directed cars to hangers and other places. You were thinking, your hanger doesnât house jets, plus if they needed to they wouldnât just put one there without notifying you.Â
By the time you could come up with a solution, the jeep you rode in had come to a stop, the keys turned the ignition off. You looked over the hanger, it looked the same, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
âYou come?â
You were shaken out of your thoughts by their voice. A nod came from you as you climbed out of the Jeep. You pulled the keys to the hanger out of your pocket, unlocking the door and entering. Your hand moved to the panel to the right of the door, flicking on all the light switches. The ring of the lights is all that's heard through the office area, you place your keys on your desk before walking out into the rest of the hanger. Your eyes scanned the hanger, moving from left to right until they landed on the Jet. The pale white hanger lights shining brightly down on the Jet. A deep sigh leaving you before walking up to it. It was a solid gray color, with parts red and blue. Its cockpit cover was orange, youâd have to get a step stool to see what it actually looked like from the top. You turned to get one but your partner stood a few feet away with one in their hands, a smile on their face as they handed it to you. You placed it where the side of the cockpit turns into the wing. You could finally see the topside of the jet, it looked nothing like a military grade jet, Not a flag, not a camo that you could recognize, nothing. Its vertical stabilizers were blue with a red line coming from the base and going skinner at it touched the end. You looked at the wings, they both had a red strike moving on the end with a skinner white line on the inside, but what really got your attention was the purple symbol in the middle of each wing. You ended up climbing onto the wing, crawling on both your hands and knees to the symbol.Â
âWhat is it?âÂ
Your partner's southern accent broke you from your trance, you swiped your hand over the symbol, it was dusty, that's when you noticed the dust that littered the knees of your jumpsuit.Â
âHow long has this been sitting here?âÂ
âI donât know. When was the last time you were in the hangar?â
âI donât ever come far out, I just stay in the office.â
They sighed, looking up at your crouched form on the wing.Â
âThen, it could have been here for a long time.âÂ
You were examining the wing some more, the wing had some fighter damage, a few black spots that looked like it could be from fighting, it was dirty, like war dirty. Like how your jet looked after a dog fight. You stood up, walking to the cockpit and opening it, you sat down in it, your hands resting in their natural position. The overwhelming urge to take the jet for a spin washed over you. You looked at the control board and sighed, some things were in different places and others were completely missing or misplaced with something else, but you leaned in to get a better look at the main gauge when you saw the same purple symbol on the back plating. You wanted to know why it was all over this jet, what was its meaning.Â
âWhat ya think!âÂ
Your partner asked, you turn your head to see them standing on the stool. Their sunglasses resting on the top of their head.Â
âItâs different, I think I'm going to take it for a spin. It's really customized, almost like it's not a military aircraft.â
They hummed in response, looking at the jet before speaking again.Â
âMaybe someone was trying to hide it, figured no one ever used this hanger and put it in here. Well Let's get you all suited up for your flight.âÂ
They got off the stool and started towards the office. You stood up from the cockpit, climbing out and following your partner. Once you entered the office they had a clipboard in hand and a questioning look on their face.Â
âShould we document this, just in case?â
You stared at them, you had no fucking clue. Normally the ship should be on the log, itâs like checking out a book, but instead of a week, you get 3 to 4 hours of flight time.Â
âIs it on there, the jet?âÂ
They looked at you and shook their head. Then with this new found info.Â
âNo, I donât think itâll matter.âÂ
You knew you could be breaking a lot of laws and codes and even end up losing your job or be put on probation, but at this exact moment, you really didnât care. They nodded, putting the clipboard down. You moved to fully put your jumpsuit on, the one problem you didnât like about having to fly, suiting up in all the shit to keep you safe. You underwent the routine, making sure everything was right before you picked up your helmet. The sound of the hanger doors being open caught your attention. Your partner was already ready for you, directed sticks in hand and their sunglasses on as you exited the office. Jumping in the cockpit you placed your helmet on and looked for power switches, well anything that looked like a power switch. Your eyes landed on what looked like one so you flipped it, the engine roared to life, you checked all gauges and screens until one stopped you a black with green writing. You brought your thumb up to the screen and wiped the dust away, the green lettering being clearer now. You read it aloud to yourself.Â
âStarscream, hmm, interesting.â
 You looked up and gave your partner a thumbs up out of the cockpit. They started directing you out of the hanger and on the runway, and before you even knew it, you and the random new jet were in the sky. It flew fine, you took it for one of your normal flying trips, if you had flown your regular aircraft before, you would have said it flew better. Its controls were smooth but fast, it truly was a fighter jet. You wondered why they didnât make jets like this for the military, then your mind wandered to how the hell it ended up in the hangar.Â
âCome in- this is-,âÂ
The radio transmission kept coming in and out, you couldnât hear it fully, only bits and pieces. You sat up fully, looked around and started to flip switches, you hoped that they would help the transmission come through clearer, you brought your mic from you helmet and started talking.Â
âCome in, this is (Y/N),âÂ
There was silence, until it picked up again, but it sounded like rambling in another language, and it was loud, your headset started to have a high pitch ringing noise in it. You grabbed the side of your helmet with one hand, it was far too loud. Your hand reached for the transmission dials, turning them all down. The sound disappeared, the only thing heard was the roaring of the engine and your breathing.Â
âWhat the fuck,âÂ
You took a moment to collect yourself before looking at your radar. You were close to home, you decided it would be time to land. You went through all your normal procedures before going in for your landing. You looked at your radar one more time before you saw a dot appear on it. You turned your head in the direction, but it took you a minute to tear your eyes away from the screen. Your eyes scanned the area frantically, the only thing you could see were the clouds. There was nothing there, but the dinging front radar got far too frequent then you liked, as your eyes scanned you could almost hear a laugh in the background.Â
âAlright, let's land this bitch.âÂ
You said, taking your eyes back in front of you.Â
Your landing was easier than you thought, the jet hadnât had a single moment when it flew bad, and that was odd. Most jets had something that was weird, or it could have been smoother. This one had nothing, not a single moment, and it was worrying.
 You parked the jet in front of the hanger, your partner came out to meet you as you jumped out.Â
âHow was it? I lost sight of you after you took off, that thing goes fast!âÂ
You took your helmet off and sighed at them.Â
âIt's something else, it flys better than the entire military fleet. It nothing like a F-22âÂ
You both walked back to the office. Your helmet was placed on your desk and you started to strip down to your regular green jumpsuit. You thought about bringing up the transmission you had heard, but decided youâd do your own research, you didnât want to sound crazy.
âYou gonna do another fly?â
You looked up at them, their southern accent familiar, they were scoping out if they had to keep the jet hidden in the hanger. You smiled at them.Â
âOf course I am, that jet is magnificent! I think I'm gonna call it Starscream.â
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A 500 follower special
Idk who made this if anyone know please let me know. When I saw this on twitter along with a few others of different art I fell in LOVE!
Immediately I got an idea for a fic. Just like with my shatter glass dream project, itâll be long and detailed.
I hope I can make yâall simps enjoy the fic once I release it once at 500 followers.
Itâll be IDW!Megatron x IDW!Starscream X Cybertronian!GN!Reader.
TW/Tags: Toxic relationship, polyamorous, manipulation. Mild abuse, mild noncon/dubcon, possessiveness, forced relationship, few smut scenes, Megatron is always vaping, Starscream is a top and bottom, reader and Megatron use to love each other (more platonically) before things went to shit, starscream likes reader more then Megatron, Doubledealer is in this cause I love him shut up, Reader eventually realizes they canât do anything, I think thatâs all?
Canât wait to release this long after chapter!!!!! Itâs going to be so gooood!!!!!! đđđ
Will really appreciate if you repost for more tf fans to find my page.
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Hi hope you are doing good :3
Can you do a Oneshot or Headcanon with TFP Starscream and a fem reader that is part of the Deceptions and has a crush on starscream but is not sure if to confess because she is a human ? (Feel free to deleteđ
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Confessing to TFP Starscream HCS (fem human reader)
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I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, ALL OF MY MOTIVATION JUST DISAPPEARED FOR NO REASON, BUT IM BACK!! I THINK... I'LL TRY MY BEST
btw i dont think i ended up mentioning gender in it? I just didnt know how to wrap that into this, i hope thats fine!!
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-Having a crush on Starscream while being human is... quite complicated.
-Does that make it impossible to get with him? Absolutely not.
-While Starscream may deny his affection to you, he absolutely does have a sweet spot for you.
-It all started when you first joined the Decepticons. You were simply going for a walk in a nearby forest, wanting to do nothing but relax, when you suddenly met the red and flashy Decepticon medic, Knockout.
-He was heartbroken after his conjunx endura, Breakdown, had sadly passed away. He had driven to the forest to get away from the bots on the Nemesis, just needing to cry his spark out.
-Despite your initial fear you felt when you first saw him, you still decided to approach the sad medic.
-And that's basically how it happened. He took you with him to the Nemesis, and after some convincing, you were officially a Decepticon
-One of the first bots you met was actually Starscream.
-When Starscream first met you, he was disgusted. How the frag was Knockout capable of convincing Lord Megatron to let you stay!?
-Knockout had actually convinced Megatron by explaining that he would be able to work much faster when he had a small helper to get into a bots crevices. Lucky you!
-At first, Starscream was very distant. He didn't like you, or your fleshy parts. He found it useless to have you around on the Nemesis.
-Often times, he would scoff and scowl when he caught a glimpse of you.
-The first time he genuinely had a conversation with you, he was practically forced to.
-It was after he had endured another beating from Megatron after a failed mission.
-He was filled with dents and scratches, it was incredibly he was still online.
-As he was sent to the medbay with Knockout, Starscream had been threatening the medic about his small organic companion.
-In absolutely no way did he want those organic small parts near him, much less on him.
-His protests only ended up fruitless, as he realised he was now stuck talking with the small organic, as you weren't allowed near him.
-To his surprise, you weren't that bad. Quite the opposite actually.
-It didn't take long for him to get absolutely infatuated with you.
-He hated the effects you had on him. You made his spark beat faster, and his processor run wild.
-He would still act like he despised you, but it was fairly obvious he wasn't.
-He would go to the medbay more often, usually using the excuse that old scars and such was hurting again.
-Of course, that was a lie, but he would use any excuse he could use to be somewhat close to you.
-As for you, you would probably notice his lies too.
-As you somewhat got closer to him through his visits, you would develop your own crush.
-The second Knockout even got the smallest idea that you liked Starscream, he would tease you SO MUCH.
-Of course, through his teasing, Knockout would also help you.
-Knockout could spot the crush Starscream was having on you, but he wanted you to figure this out on your own. Even if it was a pain to watch.
-Several times he would set you and Starscream up, making up an excuse as to why he had to leave you and Starscream alone in the medbay.
-You had to catch Knockout alone to explain to him that you were too anxious to confess, considering how you were... Well, human.
-Knockout really had to hold back a loud groan as you explained. He had seen Starscreams flustered faceplate when he was around you, and he knew himself that Starscream definitely liked you back.
-Instead of groaning, he just had to sigh and encourage you to at least try and confess to Starscream.
-Shortly after his encouraging words, Starscream came in.
-He had taken yet another beating from Megatron, and he was limping towards the medbay.
-When he had finally reached the entrance to the medbay, he practically colapsed onto the floor from exhaustion. He just barely held himself up, it was incredible he had enough energy to limp to the medbay.
-Knockout was quick to grab the second in command, hoisting him onto the medical slab.
-Starscream let out an exhausted sigh as he closed his optics for a few seconds, when he opened them, he looked over towards you.
-You had seen Starscream enter the medbay all broken, and it had immediatly worried you. Sure, he often came in like that after his 'meetings' with Megatron, but that only made you feel worse.
-You cautiosly walked to the edge of the table you were standing on, looking to Starscream, who was looking right back at you.
-He reached out his servo, allowing you to step onto it before moving you onto his chassis.
-This was new.
-You hadn't been this close to him before.
-Carefully, you moved closer to his helm, snuggling into it. You took a deep breath, finally confessing your feelings to him.
-It was an anxious and scared feeling you felt as you confessed, but it was now or never.
-You simply just never knew if it would be your last time seeing him. War was unpredictible, one could never know when a moment would be your last moment.
-Starscream tensed as he felt you snuggle closer and heard you confess. He stopped breathing for a moment, almost not believing what he had heard.
-Gently, he placed his servo over your frame, holding you close. With a shaking voice, he confessed back.
-He had no idea how this should work, or even if it will... but no matter what, he will stay by your side.. âĄ
AAGH THIS WAS WAS FUN! LOVE ME SOME CUDDLING BOTS.
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