#transformers starscream x reader

[smallestapplin]

hello! Pretty Please feed my Decepticon hungry soul? can we get more reader x Decepticon harem?

Request Brought to you by the weird Anon-

I went a more fluffy route if that’s okay! Some hints if lewd acts near the end, but nothing graphic or descriptive.

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Your schedule is always filled, always so busy making you rounds to spend equal amounts of time with your lovers. You’re sitting on Thundercracker’s shoulder as he writes something, Starscream ranting in the background, and Skywarp seemingly distracted, which you don’t blame him.

“All I’m saying is maybe if the fool is too incompetent to copy simple reports, why should I have to clean up this mess? I am far too great for such simple work!”

You try to stifle your laugh but it comes out as a snort. Thundercracker looks at you, smile on his derma at such a cute sound, until it’s ruined by swiftly approaching pede steps. Looking to the side, you’re greeted by Starscream’s scowl, yet such an expression doesn’t phase you, not anymore.

“And what’s so funny, human?”

Oh, he’s pulling out the big guns you see, well two can play that game. You stand from your spot and carefully walk towards the end of the blue seeker’s shoulder, standing right in front of Starscream’s angry face.

Just to lean forward and kiss the tip of his nose.

You chuckle watching his wings shoot up sticking up in the air as he begins to sputter, his face plate heating up as he tries to collect himself but is failing terribly.

“Better, my star?” You’re trying so hard not to cackle at the horrible wheezing sound he makes.

“F-fine, I am beyond fine, even!”

You turn your head at the sound of a pitiful whine, and see Thundercracker looking at you with a playful pout.

“Aw, don’t I get a kiss, little light?” He’s been so good, surely he deserves a little reward, right?

“Hey wait, I should get a kiss too!” Within a blink of an eye Skywarp is in front of you, shoving Starscream out of the way, who lets out an offended squawk just to shove the purple seeker away.

As those two begin their bickering, you walk closer to Thundercracker’s faceplate, and begin leaving small kisses everywhere you could reach on him. He chuckles, face flushed blue with energon as his wings twitch up and down behind him, showing his joy.

“Hey that's no fair, I only got one!”

“One? I’ve gotten none, you scrapheap!”

“What is the meaning of this!”

You four jump into silence at the booming yell of Megatorn’s voice, his red optics narrow at you four clearly awaiting an answer.

“Lord Megatron we were just-“

“We didn’t mean-“

“I’m sorry Megs, it was my fault for distracting them from their work.” You quickly interject, not wanting your seekers to get in trouble for you fooling around.

Though you know Megatron sees right through you, you know he has the evidence to prove it and power to ignore your words, yet you’ve wormed your way into this old mech’s spark, how could he deny you when you’re looking at him so pitifully?

He rolls his optics before approaching you, his thudding pedes reminding you and the seekers in the room who's really in charge, even if Starscream would like to argue.

“Fine, but that means you’re coming with me so these fools can return to their work.” The larger con carefully picks you up from Thundercracker’s shoulder, gingerly holding you in his servo, before turning to leave.

Ignoring Starscream’s loud complaining and Skywarp’s soft agreement. Once the door closes behind you two, you look up at your Conjunx(as he calls you) and smile up at him, chuckling as he huffs.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You nuzzle your cheek into his thumb, still grinning up at him.

“What, can’t I show my consorts affection too?”

“Tsk, you’re more of a distraction, it’s a wonder how any of them get any work done with you around.” His tone to you was teasing, despite his low speech.

“Hey, I’ll have you know, Soundwave says he gets more work done when I’m around, so I think that’s just a them issue.”

Megatron gives you a small smile, his expression so tender as he looks at you. Carefully he moves you to his shoulder, humming contently as you nuzzle against his helm.

“You certainly are an odd human.”

“So you’ve told me.” You kiss his cheek, grinning ear to ear as you watch his cheeks flush faintly, almost missing such a rare sight from the great and powerful Megatron.

“It’s a miracle you still have your ability to walk and sass me.” He speaks, pausing mid step to open the door to the cockpit.

you playfully gasp, pretending to clutch a necklace you don’t even have, “Lord Megatron, how dirty of you.”

the large mech chuckles, walking through the room and passing a few of your needier beloveds.

you mutely wave at Soundwave when you see him looking at you, though you know he can’t complain, he got to have you in his habsuite last cycle, despite how obvious it is he wants to hold you once more, with Rumble and Frenzy not far behind on that sentiment. You have to try so hard not to giggle, watching the two cassettes struggle to eject so they could have a chance to have you.

Shockwave glances at you perched cutely on the Leader’s shoulder, and makes an unamused hum, the scientist was always one to grab and touch you, still wanting to know more and it never being enough, one could say he’s grown addicted.

though he hates sharing, it puts a wrench in his plans.

especially when he can hear the rest of the foolish crew rushing, as soon as they hear you’re no longer in a private room.

He narrows his optic, as does Soundwave and Megatron, when the door is ripped open, revealing several more decepticons, who all try to act like they weren’t sprinting through the halls to get to you.

Yeah, being the Decepticons' lover wasn’t a bad thing.

In fact, you’re thriving.

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ Silent Stars — Starscream x GN Autisitc Reader Fic ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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Starscream being addressed as just "Screamer" by scornful Decepticons wasn't a coincidence. The mech was known for his shrill shrieking and near-squaking shouts, from indignation to pride. He was widely noted for how loud he gets, and this carried into his relationship with you. He yelled at the TV, at neighbors, not a thing was safe from his boldly proclaimed opinions. After suffering a few bouts of overstimulation because of it, you'd sat down your Conjunx for a conversation. You tried to be gentle, noting that you weren't mad, but explaining the damage loud noises gave you.

Today was the day after, and you picked up that you hadn't seen Starscream as much as you usually would. You'd have been more worried, but you could see him walking around the home, doing small tasks. Not wanting to interrupt his focus, you had your attention on the TV, the channel on your current media fixation. You heard the familiar heavy steps of Starscream going about his day, but you tried to give him space. "Human," he whispered from behind the couch you were sitting on, so quiet you couldn't even hear. He whispered a little louder, "Sweetspark"

You turned with a little 'hm?', meeting his crimson optics with your gaze "Yes, hon?". "I need to ask about your wants for your refuel this evening" Starscream whispered, scooting in a little closer. Dinner is what he meant. "Hmm, I think the same meal as yesterday" you said "There should be some leftovers, I'll heat that up later". Starscream shook his helm, beginning to stand. He went into the kitchen, and you heard the familiar small beeps and whirls of the microwave starting.

"Star, honey, could you come here?" You asked, and your Conjunx immediately sped-walked back to your side. He kneeled before where you were sat. "Yes?" He asked, voice still almost too soft. You cupped his faceplates with your hands as best as you could, leaning in to press a small kiss to his nose. You smiled watching the tension melt from his frame. "You can still talk to me" you said, petting his cheek with your thumb "I love your voice, Star. It's just all the yelling I had trouble with"

Starscream vented a soft sigh, looking up at you "I'm still not used to these.. fragilities" he admitted, speaking at his normal volume. "It's not 'fragilities', love, just boundaries" you gently corrected. "Whatever you call them," Starscream began with a little huff "How am I supposed to know when it reaches a point, hm?". "You could just ask" you said "I'm not gonna lie to you, babe, I'll tell you anything". Starscream still seemed mildly suspicious— honesty and vulnerability were practically foreign words to Decepticons, Ex-Cons or otherwise— but he gave an understanding nod even still.

"Then tell me, my little one," Starscream began, slowly standing "May I join you?". You nodded, patting the cushion beside you. Starscream sat, holding out a servo. He paused mid-air, looking to you in a silent ask of permission. It took you a second to realize what he was alluding to, but you were soon scooting up to his side and leaning against his frame. The Seeker immediately took the opportunity to gently wrap around you as much as he could, chin atop your head and arms holding you as close as possible without being restrictive. You gave an amused hum, returning the hold with one of your own around his waist.

After your bonding, he made you promise not to tell a single spark that he could be as clingy as a hungry scraplet, so moments like this were for you and you alone. He tilted his helm to give you a kiss atop your head, engine rumbling a low purr when feeling you lovingly pet his frame. "Make me aware if anyone breaks these boundaries of yours, dearest" Starscream mumbled "I'll snap them in half". You chuckled a bit, giving his chassis a soft kiss "I appreciate the idea, but remember what we said about fights on earth". "Yes, yes, I recall" Starscream huffed, fondness in his expression despite his attempt at an exasperated tone.

"Seriously though, thank you. It means a lot" you said, nuzzling into him a bit more. He hummed, optics lazily watching the TV as one of his servos moved to cradle your head "Anything for you, My Spark"

"Even your nest?"

"Especially that"

"Evennn.. your energon?"

"You already have my innermost energon, so yes"

"Eve-" you began, getting cut off by a kiss to your cheek. "All of it" Starscream said, mildly seriously, a reassuring but kind firmness "My own frame, spark, and whatever else you desire". Upon hearing the microwave beep faintly, you glanced up at your Conjunx "Then can you get my dinner for me?". Starscream grumbled, upset that he had to detangle from you, but he did just that. Once standing, he gave a big stretch of his arms "Yes, fine, you cunning little scraphead". You grinned, watching as he walked out. You called out to him, "It's why you love me though!". Starscream couldn't help but smile as he made sure the food was to your precise liking. He called back, "Never change, you hear me? Not for anything in this wretched galaxy"

[lazypanartist]

Nothing in Starscream's life has been soft since the war began. He may have grown up a prince, but being raised a warrior certainly counteracted any gentleness in his upbringing.

Then, almost as suddenly as it had began, the war was over. Millions of years of fighting, of brutality and harshness and trickery to survive.

Gone.

Then, he met you.

You, who had no choice but to be soft. Your upbringing may not have been, but here you were, malleable in his palm, pressing your own to his faceplate in a gesture so soft he feared he may melt against it.

Still.

Even still, he managed to try to match your gestures. The feeling behind it the force - the lack thereof.

He appreciated it, really. But it was so hard for him to stay out beneath your touch, fearing a trap of some form. So he did what he could, started small when he feared any large gesture would throw him to the wolves. A small pat to your hand, a little top of the head kiss, a twitching stillness as he allowed your little body to settle against his own.

And over time, he became bolder. Holding you, squeezing you - still gentle, still unwilling to risk losing the softest thing he'd ever had. Still trying to be the best he could, for the one who showed him the best thing he could have. Who let him have it, instead of holding it just out of reach.

Ah, love. Wrapped around your little finger, even if you have no clue.

[skeletons-can-draw-too]

I find it funny imagining that you finally get to be intimate with a transformer only for them to pull out a usb cable 😭

[l3ibnest]

sadness of an employee

and you just want to go home

[transformers-spike]

mmmm the intimacy of hand holding between bots and humans

[jadeyuuzi]

Seerker Bird Hug Pile!

G1 3seeker x femme! bot reader

YN: (Just walking, then got caught in the Seeker's nest)

I really can't help but draw little birds! Ahhh they're so cute TT

I used a translator, so the content may be a bit stiff.

.I might create a... how should I put it, birdformer?'s AU, transformers x you, including multiple versions, but I don't know if I can seriously finish it, so don't take it too much to mind.

[muletia]

𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 <𝟑

[tfp] various x human!reader optimus / ratchet / bumblebee / smokescreen megatron / soundwave / starscream / knockout

word count: 2200

Optimus most often kisses the back of your hand

He learned this way of showing affection while delving into Earth’s culture. Perhaps he read about it in one of the books you recommended to him. Maybe he saw a scene where a gentleman kissed his chosen one exactly in that spot. What matters most to him is the meaning of such a kiss and the emotions tied to it.

Optimus could pour all his love into a single gesture. Demonstrate to the whole world that he has the most wonderful partner and is endlessly grateful for your presence in his life. Make such a kiss merely a greeting, but Optimus desires you to see the multifaceted nature of his feelings toward you

When he bows down and takes your hand in his servo, he wants to show the respect he holds for you. By brushing his thumb over the back of your hand, he demonstrates gentleness and support. Finally, by enveloping your knuckles with his lips, he pours all his adoration into the gesture. He reveals his admiration for you in the least intrusive way, so as not to overwhelm you with the true strength of his love. He shows respect, proving his gallantry

He wouldn’t hesitate to kneel on one knee during a hand kiss to further emphasize his feelings. To meet you at eye level, look optics to eyes, or make you look down on him. He would renounce the title of Prime in your honor. For you, he is simply Optimus, striving to unveil the boundless, infinite love he has for you <3

Ratchet most often kisses the top of your head

He is a busy mech, often working overtime on research and ensuring no Autobot faces health issues. He doesn’t have time to be romantic. He rarely takes you on rides, and persuading him to go for a walk around the hangar borders on a miracle. Even in his private habsuite, he only appears sporadically, sacrificing recharge for a few more hours of work. And constant exhaustion means using mass shifting is out of the question for fear of fainting and possibly harming you

Still, Ratchet wants to be a good partner—or at least try to be. To thank you for choosing such an old mech, despite being a young human, without having to say it outright. To convey what he struggles to say aloud. To appreciate your constant presence and the support you give him, even when you do nothing extraordinary

That’s why he loves kissing the top of your head. You don’t need to do anything special—just sit there reading a book—and suddenly you feel passion and gratitude in the touch of his lips on your hair. But before you can ask, Ratchet is already back at work, leaving behind only his silent love

He’s always gentle, blending the precision of a medic with the softness of affection in his kisses. Sometimes he lingers there a little longer, taking in the scent of your shampoo, experiencing the unique texture of your hair—both firm and fluffy. If he’s feeling particularly sentimental, he wraps his servo around your back. It’s his way of showing he’s there for you, even when his work often keeps him away. To remind you of his feelings, that they still hold him firmly by the spark <3

Smokescreen loves kissing you on the lips

He’s a young mech, full of energy and hungry for experiences. That vitality is something he wants to share in his kisses, along with his passion for life—and most importantly, his weakness for you.

He seizes every possible opportunity. Greeting you, saying goodbye, or simply showing affection. He always aims for your lips, even in front of others, as he has no problem with PDA. Besides, he wants others to know you’re taken. That you belong to him, just as he belongs to you. And there’s no better way to express that than through a kiss

He loves catching you off guard. First, he runs his servo through your hair, then leans in to kiss one corner of your mouth, only to immediately claim your lips because he has no patience for the other corner

It’s worth noting that he’s terrible at kissing due to a lack of experience. He focuses more on showing than perfecting, losing his senses around you, always craving more and more. His intake moves impulsively across your lips, chasing the motion of your mouth, often outpacing you in his insatiable appetite for affection. Eventually, it leaves you with swollen lips, breathless, and a very satisfied Smokey, already eager for the next make-out session <3

Bumblebee places kisses on your cheeks

Or at least he would, if his lips were accessible. As a young mech fascinated by human culture and well-versed in its nuances, he knows how significant kisses are in human relationships. It pains him deeply that he can’t give you such an important experience, no matter how often you reassure him it’s not his fault and that you don’t hold it against him. Bee still feels disheartened about it. That’s why he’s come up with his own way of showing physical affection

He nuzzles your cheeks with his battle mask, always remembering to do both sides. It’s a sweet gesture he’s utterly addicted to, so much so that he’ll “kiss” you this way at every opportunity. Greeting you, he caresses your cheeks, chirping cheerfully and listening to the melody of your radiant laughter, immensely pleased that he’s its source

If he’s mass shifted, he always pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your back, practically supporting your entire weight against his chassis. In this position, he has perfect access to your face, which he overzealously takes advantage of. He snuggles into the softness of your cheek, tracing uneven circles and pushing his mask forward as if truly planting a kiss. If only he could, he’d spend an eternity pampering your face, pouring all his nonverbal love into the gesture <3

Megatron particularly loves kisses on the palm of your hand

At first, he simply wanted to surprise you with his tenderness. To prove that he even possesses it, doubting your trust that he could be anything more than a domineering, unfeeling tyrant. That’s why, when he first took your hand and placed a kiss in its center, he got exactly the reaction he anticipated: surprise, but also bashfulness, that the mighty Megatron could treat you with such calculated delicacy

Over time, such kisses became almost an everyday occurrence for you both. He leaves kisses to draw your attention when you’re lost in thought, focused on something other than him. To elicit the reaction he desires, to see the smile on your face and that captivating shyness, so rare in your usual demeanor

He grabs your wrist to guide your forearm into supination, bringing your hand to his lips with a roguish grin because he knows he’ll surprise you again. His kisses in that spot are subtle, unhurried, but they remind you always to think of him. He always looks straight into your eyes, as if showing respect—or perhaps issuing a challenge? Or maybe, deep within his spark, he’s a gentleman

It’s undeniable that he has class. He’s calculated and self-assured, traits that carry over to his kisses. He always knows exactly where to "strike" to tickle you or send shivers down your spine. He knows the effect he has on you—how you squirm when he lets his shark-like teeth lightly graze your skin, mocking your self-control. In a way, he plays with you, teasing only to stop and move to another spot, this time the base of your thumb. Again, he proves his tenderness, cherishing and adoring, only to move to yet another place, striving to show you that his feelings for you burn as fiercely as the values he believes in <3

Soundwave loves to kiss your forehead

Another mech without a mouth who’s devised his own way of compensating for having a display screen instead of a face and a human significant other. With access to all the information on the internet, he knows well that humans love kissing and that it’s important to them. That’s why he’s determined not to deprive you of this pleasure, to not deny you something you deserve due to his anatomical limitation

So, Soundwave touches his forehead to yours. It’s a delicate gesture but carries the weight of his complex and multilayered feelings for you. It shows that he cares, that he’s there for you—even when he spends countless hours standing by a console. He doesn’t need breaks, capable of working endlessly, but for you, breaks have become a daily ritual in his life, just to prove that he’s with you, not just in thought

He pulls you close until you’re level with his faceplate, tilting his helm to connect your foreheads in an unusual yet tender kiss. He loves when you close your eyes during this gesture, giving him tangible proof that this form of affection satisfies you and that you’re content with his efforts, no matter how minimal they might seem. You validate him, giving him a sense of trust that you don’t regret entering a relationship with him

Sometimes, he tilts his helm in a similar gesture while working, as if kissing you from afar. Manifesting you suddenly before him, so he could spend hours in such a position, foreheads melded together in a silent confession of love. He often misses you, and that longing later translates into prolonged sessions of such kisses, as he strokes your forehead with his, trying to pour all his feelings into the gesture <3

Starscream most often kisses your neck

Not necessarily to spark desire and lure you to the berth. Starscream isn’t a sappy mech. He’s not romantic, but his kisses bear the weight of his complicated and uneasy feelings for you. Sometimes they’re soft and sweet; other times, they’re fierce and fiery, trying to engulf you in flames of yearning. He has no qualms about kissing your hand to achieve a similar effect, but kisses on the neck hold great significance for him

He can lose himself in them—in the sensation of skin beneath his lips, the warmth radiating from it. The bones pressing against the flesh, the moles, scars, and marks. Above all, he loses himself in the feeling of reducing the world to your form alone. In the hollow of your neck, he hides from the demons that haunt him. He doesn’t feel Megatron’s breath on his nape, nor the impossible duties, broken promises, and missteps. There’s only you and the safety you offer, even if you can’t truly protect him

He can spend hours like this—or as long as his duties aboard the Nemesis allow—exploring your neck with his lips. Sometimes, he nips at your skin when he wants to extract a compliment from you, but most of the time, he tries to be gentle, as much as his ego permits. Hidden and surrounded by you, grateful for your presence, though he’ll never say it aloud

With his limbs wrapped around you, he pulls you to his chassis. There’s no escape from this trap; Starscream ensures you sit perfectly before him, where he has ideal access to your exposed neck still bearing traces of your previous rendezvous. He immediately buries his helm in your softness, kissing a trail from your collarbone to your ear. Subtle at times, yet swift, as if trying to devour you—eager to seize the rare opportunity for genuine and natural contentment obtained without schemes or deception. Just you and him, mutually showering each other with affection <3

It’s no surprise that Knockout adores French kisses

However, to "mature" to them, the Decepticons’ sex symbol has to overcome a long road of shedding his phobia of human bodily fluids. Only then does he discover how incredibly satisfying it is to explore your intakes with his glossa. How much passion he can convey through this gesture, showing desire not just through interfacing

He usually catches you off guard. Maybe you weren’t paying him enough attention, or maybe he just suddenly felt the urge to kiss you. He places his servos on either side of you, trapping you with no way out, and starts to charm you before launching into fireworks

He quickly learned what to do to make a kiss anything but average. It took a few tries—in the beginning, your kisses felt more like bumping faces—but Knockout has a knack for kissing. He can adapt to your rhythm or set his own. With unrelenting fervor and intensity, he explores the depths of your mouth. He never cares if anyone’s watching or not

Knockout can be quite possessive, a trait that shows in his kisses. He’s not bothered by PDA; any fear of your relationship being exposed to the public has long been forgotten when he can show everyone who you belong to. This often impacts his patients, who must patiently wait until Knockout reaches a satisfactory level of affection to pull away. Otherwise, you’re inseparable.

He won’t let go until he’s sure he’s poured all his feelings into the kiss—the ugly and the tender, the physical and the ones rooted in his spark

He always leaves you breathless with his intensity and passion, ending with a fleeting peck on your lips. <3

[tinydefector]

Do you think cybertronians ever get a bit freaked out on how tough we are? Yes they can break us like toothpicks but humans seem to be able to take a good beating as well with adrenaline helping. Even our own body and oxygen trys kills us and yet we stick around like roaches. We're fragile in some reasonable and dumb ways and then resilient in the most dumbest ways.

Oh definitely, alot of the bots are very off put by how fragile humans are just in general and tend to avoid them.

But then there's the moments like Ratchet working a late shift and a small knock on the door alerts him someone's there, he turns around expecting it to be Rodimus or Whirl who he's about to scold but instead it's one of the humans and they look worse for wear. After fussing over them for a moment, detailed scans relay fractured ribs, a broken collar bone, and a heap of bruises and yet the humans just like. "Can I have some Panadol, Nurophen, and a glass of water?" Because they don't know what else to do its what they would get. Most of the times they ended up in the hospital. Ratchet is losing his God dawn mind as he rushes around looking for the best painkillers he can find for orgaincs in the smallest dosage he can give, hoping to primus it doesn't shut their heart down. In the end, they end up on a medication that makes them extremely drowsy, almost like the green whistle/ Weed.

Ratchet ends up doing alot of study on the human body and realises just how fucked up little monsters we are. We literally need oxygen to survive but he we have to much pure oxygen it will kill us. Water, we need a certain amount of it, if we don't have enough we will get dehydrated and die, if we have to much we will get water poisoning, intoxication, or a disruption of brain function. This happens when there's too much water in our cells, such as the brain and blood cells, causing them to swell. When the cells in the brain swell, they cause pressure in the brain, resulting in death. The issue is that it can become an addiction to drinking too much water for the effect it has on the body. Same with nearly everything we consume, it can kill us, but we need a lot of it in moderation.

Human: "I just need some basic pain killers and a nap"

Bot: "No, you need full surgery, sedations, and 3 weeks of recovery!"

Human: "nah she'll be fine!"

Bot: "Absolutely Not, bed now before I cuff you"

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Following that imagine a first contact AU where Cybertronians and humans are just slowly getting to know how the other works and next thing a human is kneeling over in horrific pain and it send the bots all into panic mode trying to help them, wondering what's happening and thinking they are dying. And the human after about ten minutes some pain killers still looking rather pale and unhealthy just go. "Sorry about that fuck I hate, Cramps/palpitations/ phantom pains/ and such" and the bots are just looking at them horrified like.

Bot: NOT NORMAL!!!"

Human: what you talking about?

Bot: everything that just happened you literally just short circuited!

Human: nah that's causal wait till you see the really funky shit.

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Human pet AU

Cybertronian's keeping humans as pets is like humans keeping hamsters. Humans are some of the most homicidal, suicidal and just deranged creatures that Cybertronian's could keep as pets. It's gotten to the point that they are a luxury/ exotic pet because if you do not feed them the right stuff, give them the right amount of light and socialising, and they will just die. There are so many Cybertronian's who take their human into clinics worried as and its just the human being a little bustard because they didn't get the treat they wanted 2 weeks ago and are still holding that grudge. Not to mention, we are prone to causing as much trouble and issue. We are like cats.

But we are also very easily sick and primus forbid a human gets sick because to a bot they think it's a death sentence for their sweet little spitfire of a human who they have had now for ages. And the human looks ready to die, and the next day, they are up and about like nothing ever happened.

Human: if you don't feed me the meals I want I'm going to pretend to die. If you do feed me what I want I might actually die because I shouldn't be eating it.

Panicked bot: "MY HUMAN HAS GOTTEN SICK. HELP!?!"

Human: totally worth it.

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In conclusion, the cybertronians are rather wary/ concerned about how resilient humans really are.

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[magicalbunbun]

New au

In this au, y/n is megatron twin, so after megatron betrayal all decepticons are looking at him to be the new leader no matter what.

So in short way, forced responsibility on y/n who didn't want to be the leader.

Y/n is a big gentle mech but can be brutal if need to. Usually y/n is in control room doing everything mostly fixing up everything what megatron left, if y/n is not in control room is mostly he is flying around with the seekers to take a break but most of it he is either way with soundwave or thundercracker, he dose like the planet earth and is deciding if the deceptions should stay on earth or go back to cybertron (most want to stay)

This au is mix of tfp x earthspark x idw, so the characters can look different.

Au name: true leader

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ A Human's Sparkling — Starscream x Human!GN Reader ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: Yes I'm aware this is obviously indulgent but I think about this a lot so SHHH LEMME HAVE THIS. Also, please note that all my Transformers works will have a mishmash of continuity. I try my best to not write plotholes, but at the end of the day they're a mashup of various bits of lore not tied to one specific adaptation

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Having a relationship with Starscream definitely had its ups and downs. To call it a slow burn would be putting it nicely- it was more like a very very VERY slow burn. Especially because you were human. When he came across you by chance on a mission, he never knew how important you'd be to him. It was a looong time of denial and second-guessing before he finally mustered up the courage to be honest for once

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Things went better than he'd ever expected. Though working through years of trauma and built up unhealthy defense mechanisms, he worked with you and let himself be loved for once. Still, he felt like he had a long way to go. The idea of siring kids didn't come to him for a very long time

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You'd brought it up first, and of course Starscream went into a long complaining tangent about how sparklings were hard to care for, irritating, and quite frankly could eat you both out of house and home. You tried to talk to him about it a bit more once or twice, but eventually you pulled back. If he wasn't ready, that was that. You were content to leave it there

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Until.. one day, after several months of doubt and consideration, he brought the idea back up to you. Now that the war was over, there were quite a few problems of orphaned sparklings. He'd already written off the idea of trying to have a sparkling with you the natural way— he still shuddered thinking about how it would look from that. But this was different. It was a way for him to try and give back to Cybertron like he'd been wanting, and for you to be happy as well. Once he reassured you fully that he did also genuinely want a sparkling now, you two set out to the Space Bridge together

ᯓᡣ𐭩 As was expected, having a sparkling caused a whole new well of problems. Mainly, Starscream had no idea how to be a sire. He didn't exactly have fond memories of his carrier, either. He struggled with realizing that this new sparkling was going to now take up all of his time. You were worried then. You had no doubt that he was trying, but he definitely didn't hide his scowls very well

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Eventually though, you notice his behavior shift. His scowling, as you come to learn, is merely for show. Just an attempt for him to keep up his 'superior commander' look. In reality, he knew more about sparkling care than you thought. He knew how to calm the little one when they got fussy, how to feed and clean them, and you swore you caught him intentionally trying to make them laugh. He hated admitting it, but his actions made it clear. He was learning

ᯓᡣ𐭩 And, obviously, having a sparkling gave you some problems as well. The sparkling loved when you held them, but they were extremely heavy. They loved to crawl around and explore, but could easily break anything. A human home wasn't the typical environment for a little bot. But with Starscream there to aid you, you both managed to keep your eyes (and optics) on them

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Starscream is VERY particular about who gets to hold your sparkling. His Trine are the only bots he let's hold them, and even then it's only for barely five minutes and under full supervision. Primus forbid an Autobot get anywhere near them. His wings will flare out and point up defensively, low growling leaving his voicebox as he presses the sparkling to his chassis, glaring heated daggers

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You're the exception to all his particularness. His protective nature and defensive sneers are aimed towards other bots, but with you, he merely watches as you engage with your little bot. Seeing you two bonding makes his spark finally feel at rest, if only for a moment

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He nitpicks everything pertaining to them. How to hold them, feed them, talk to them, what toys to give them, everything. He's very much a hovering type

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He'll take a while to admit it, but sometimes his spark lurches in a painful way when thinking about how he used to be. Back when he was at his height of power. He doesn't want your sparkling to ever see that side of him, but he almost backs himself into a state of fear mulling over it. Everything he's had to endure... it'll never happen to you, or your sparkling. Not even a tenth of it. He knew from the moment they reached a tiny servo towards his own— he'd rather do it all again than have them feel what he did

[revelboo]

The speed in which you crank out fics is concerning. Like, I appreciate it WHOLLY, but are you good? R u ok?

Rest is overrated, I run on stress and coffee. Yes, I’m good. I can write short form like this pretty quickly if I’m not at work or busy.

Humans Are Weird/Cute Headcanons

Humans elicit one of two reactions in Cybertronians. It’s not like they haven’t seen organic life before, but the fact that we look vaguely like most Cybertronians in form? Our faces, our body shapes, two legs and two arms just like them? It either creates an unconscious association that we look like tiny, organic Cybertronians or that the similarities are just unsettling. Compounding it is the way we move, the gestures we use that are so eerily like their own. To make it worse, we’re just so helpless compared to them. Fragile. There’s a tendency to react to us like we would a newborn kitten. And for that protectiveness to eventually slide into possessiveness.

TFP Knockout

• Primus. The first time he saw you in full racing leathers, boots, gloves, and that helmet, he just stopped short in surprise. Thinks of the rare times he’d seen minicons and how you look like one instead of just another squishy, little human. And while he’d initially just been invested in figuring out how an inferior, little human beat him in a race, it doesn’t take long for him to start looking forward to those almost nightly meetings. It becomes less about winning and more about the bull session between you two after. Enjoying when you stand up to him, argue with him, even though you must realize he could hurt you so easily if he wanted to.

IDW Bumblebee

• It’s honestly such a pleasant surprise how tactile humans are. You seem to have no sense of personal space and he loves it, because it’s less lonely when you’re near. You don’t mind being picked up and carried, your little frame so warm in his hands or cradled against him. Always so curious, your little hands exploring his servos, while you smile to yourself. Then holding out your own hands so he can carefully manipulate them with a single servo. It’s like a game between you, showing off your little, blunt teeth so he will bare his denta for you as you sit on his thigh.

IDW Bluestreak

• Knows he can be a bit annoying to some bots, but you never seem bothered by his chatter. Actually asking him questions, interacting and it means so much to him when you stretch out against him, laying a cheek on him to listen to the sound of his voice rumbling through you. Liking it when he talks, wanting to be near him. The big surprise, though? How protective you are of him, not even thinking twice about throwing a shoe at Sunny for making a rude comment aimed at him, your little face red as you snarl at the much bigger bot, who’s too shocked at the outburst to respond.

IDW Starscream

• Having so little to call his own, he’s extremely possessive of you. It doesn’t hurt that you’re always happy to see him, greeting him when he returns from patrol, fussing over his injuries like you’re trying to take care of him. No conniving or plotting in you and no ulterior motives for seeking out his company. Aside from leeching body heat, and he hardly minds that, enjoys the feel of you sprawled against him, the peaceful silence.

TFP Soundwave

• Even though he initially took you because of the effect your strange organic thoughts have on him to try and understand why he can’t shut you out, it’s impossible to stay impartial. Every day he tries to inoculate himself against your thoughts, strengthening that connection through touch. And when you start reaching for him in return it’s a surprise. Eventually you sing for him not because he asked you to in an effort to distract you and focus your thoughts on something so they’re less painful to him, but because you want to. Because you think it makes him happy and it does.

ES Megatron

• He’d never paid much attention to humans until he’d met Dorothy, he’d fought alongside her and suddenly humanity wasn’t just something vaguely annoying getting in his way, under ped. It’s harder to not care after getting to know humans. Harder to not be overprotective about you after making it his mission to look after you. And maybe he’s a bit overzealous about it, because you’re not Dorothy. She can stand on her own and take care of herself, but you? You need him.

IDW Optimus

• He’s so used to being bigger than most Autobots. Of being looked up to, but you’re even tinier than they are. Small enough to carry in one hand even though he’s awkward about asking you to let him carry you at first. But after the spark twisting anxiety of watching you walking where bigger Cybertronians are walking? Seeing it not even occur to you that you might get stepped on? He insists on carrying you for your own safety, though, truth be told, he enjoys the feel of you in his servos, that little bemused smile you aim at him.

IDW Thundercracker

• He feels guilty sometimes about taking you, but it’s for the best even if you’re upset now. He’s seen enough movies to know how to coax you, win you over. He became obsessed with human love stories, the drama and romance. And he wants that for himself. Needs it. So he tries different tactics, little gifts and acts meant to convince you to love him. It’s so easy in the movies.

TFP Megatron

• The game you two play has become something of a guilty pleasure of his. Watching you pretend. Pushing you to see how far you’ll allow before you snap at him. Pretending you aren’t scared of him, though he’s seen the fear in your eyes once or twice and while it had amused him at first, he prefers you snarling back at him, all attitude. Your fear twists unpleasantly through him, but that angry defiance? So lovely.

IDW Soundwave

• He never meant to get so attached to you after he’d found you in Starscream’s quarters that day. You’re just so small and you’d looked at him in fear, your wild emotions almost crippling him since he couldn’t shut it out. Even after you calmed, days later, he finds himself reaching out a thought. Finding you and monitoring you from a distance. Again and again until he’d finally had to check on you in person again. After all, what did Starscream really know about caring for anyone, let alone a human. And that hesitant, little smile had warmed him when you’d looked up at him.

IDW Jazz

• The fact that you can see through his lies and will call him out on it? It’s a surprise and a relief. Letting down his defenses, letting you in takes time. He’s worn that smiling, carefree mask for so long. But he slowly lets it fall away when it’s just the two of you, feeling the absence of that weight he’d carried for so long. Getting to know who he is under the facade.

IDW Prowl

• Has to protect you since you don’t seem to understand just how small and delicate you are. Standing up to him and any other bot with zero fear. Something about that reckless anger calls to him. Around the other Autobots, he has to be the one in control, the one with a plan no matter what. Never allowed to falter or hesitate. You spark his own temper, making it easier to drop the act. Be frustrated or angry when it’s just you two. Be real.

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[skeletons-can-draw-too]

If you don't mind, can we have some Tfp Starscream x reader art?

I think he secretly likes your compliment

(This is also my first time drawing him so sorry if he looks off😭)

[l3ibnest]

playtime's over

[michaela-o]

A few more sketches 🥹🧡

And a very unfinished sketch of Elita🛐

[chippa44444]

TFA Starscream and his clones x reader art

I drew this with the romantic comedy of the past in mind.

This post is an illustrated version of Starscream x Reader