summary; you're reek's sister and you can't help but fall for noah diaz.
warnings; none, just fluff!
author's note; i may or may not write a part II to this. anyways, thanks for voting in my poll! expect another one soon!
"So...you wanna tell me how this happened?"
Noah shifted uncomfortably, biting back a wince as you applied the antiseptic to a cut on his forehead. He had scrapes and bruises from only God knows what, and you were determined to get to the bottom of it.
"I fell," he tried, a sheepish smile spreading across his mouth. It vanished almost instantly as he hissed in pain. You refused to give him an apologetic smile for not giving him a warning, as you applied another dab of alcohol to a bruise on his chin.
"You're a terrible liar, Diaz," You said, rolling your eyes playfully before tossing the used cotton swabs into the trash. . You grabbed some gauze and began to wrap it gently around his bicep. "And you wonder why I refuse to ever be your girlfriend."
Lifting a brow, Noah chuckled. "I'm not lying --"
"Were you out stealing again?" You took extra measures to ensure the gauze was firmly around his superficial wound. Eyes remaining on the task, you pursed your lips.
"I ain't no thief. Not like that," Noah said, his voice wavering a bit. His gaze remained fixed on your face, but you refused to look at him. Sensing this, he used his free hand to tilt your chin upwards towards him, your fingers loosening on the bandage as you reluctantly looked into his eyes. "Besides...the only thing I'm stealing are kisses from you when your brother's not around."
Freckles littered his face like stars in the night sky as he smiled at you. It was moments like these when Noah Diaz had you hook, line, and sinker. It was moments like these that made you forget why your proximity was too complicated to explain with words. The details of your relationship were an explanation shoved under the couch, only to be dealt with later.
Just as he leaned forward to steal a kiss from your lips, you gently turned your head, his lips meeting your cheek instead. He groaned in playful disappointment.
"Speaking of Reek," you said, ignoring the bloom of heat that began to manifest where his lips were, "did he have anything to do with this...fall of yours?" You finished off the gauze and cinched it tightly so it wouldn't loosen.
"I mean, he was there...sort of," he said with a shrug and a slight roll of his eyes as if thinking about the event that transpired. "But it was all me," he said, guilt seeping into his features again.
"All you?"
"All me," he confirmed, before standing from the sink. He gently took your hand causing you to turn and face him. Instinctively, you took a step towards him, your faces inches apart again. "But, it's nothing for you to worry about, I promise."
Although you weren't fully convinced of his promise, you let him kiss you.
One of these days being stuck in neutral with Noah Diaz was going to be the death of you. You were apprehensive of driving off with him into the sunset, leaving your friendship in the dust to pursue something more serious. But Noah was persistent.
But just like Noah, you had your brother to think about. You didn't want to possibly ruin their friendship, or make things more awkward than they already were. Despite how understanding Reek could be, you just didn't want to risk it.
"I hope you're right," You whispered, as he pulled back and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Because if I'm going to be your girl, we can't have any secrets between us."
Noah brightened, a slow smirk rising to his lips. "I knew I'd wear you down eventually," he joked.
"I'm not saying I'm your girlfriend!" You said, quickly, the heat returning to your cheeks as he began to laugh. "I said if --"
Too distracted by the proximity of you accepting his numerous past proposals of you being his girlfriend, he placed another kiss on your lips. Your protests were a thought in the past as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
Here is some content for whilst I continue to work on my requests. I just really got inspired to write some Headcanons for (TFP and TF Earthspark Starscream x Reader) and how they would show their affection for the reader.
TFP & TFE Starscream x Reader Headcanons (Showing Affection to GN Human Reader)
Word Count: 900+
TFP:
Let’s face it, showing others genuine affection and praise doesn’t come easy for Starscream. This could most likely be from himself receiving more criticism and spite than respect and positive reinforcement. So when it comes to showing (Y/N) affection, it’s subtle, especially if other prying eyes or optics are watching.
At first he would be aloof towards you in public settings, especially around the other Vehicons and Decepticons on the Nemesis. Then it would gradually turn into little jabs at how small you were, and how a helpless human such as yourself couldn’t possibly navigate the Nemesis on your own. But he was willing to “graciously” lend you a helping hand, so to speak.
Despite initially choosing to ignore your presence, Starscream would quickly switch to insisting on having you near him as much as possible. The first time he received a compliment from you, he tried to brush it off with prideful boasting, “Yes, yes of course you would recognize my brilliance. As Second-in Command of the Decepticons, I must always set a stunning example for the troops.” Underneath the vain facade, the Seeker would conceal his fluster, as secretly he questioned what you gained from complimenting him.
After a while, Starscream would begin to show slightly more obvious signs of affection for you. He couldn’t allow others to see him fawning over you, so he was sneaky about it. Often his favorite method to get you alone would be to take you out on patrols with him whilst in his alt-mode. This is when the Seeker would open up more to you, sharing his frustrations regarding work-life, Megatron being an unfit leader, etc. You were taken by surprise when he asked for your opinions on matters, as it was unlike Starscream to ask for anyone else’s thoughts.
Winning Starscream’s affections was a long-game, but once you had his spark, you were his and his alone. Starscream doesn’t like to share after all. Especially not his precious little human.
As for nsfw: He’s a huge tease. He enjoys feeling in control and often instigates intimate encounters. Making you hot and bothered until you begged him to finally enter you. If you give him a cheeky compliment on his frame or his spike, it was easy to tell if he was flustered by the twitching of his wings. Oh and his wings are VERY sensitive, if stroked in the perfect spots, it was very erotic for him. He’s very kinky and really enjoys bondage (for you) and has a stash of toys in his private chambers.
TFE:
Starscream’s encounters with humans hadn’t been necessarily positive while he had been on Earth. G.H.O.S.T had seen to sew mistrust in his spark, making him reluctant to trust any human. But then of course, there was you. When he first encountered you, he fully expected screams of terror or you to flip out and run away begging for the Autobots to come save you from the evil, selfish, traitorous… Starscream. But you didn’t. You addressed him the same way anyone would when meeting a stranger for the first time. No judgment.
This was a first for the Seeker, and it only further piqued his curiosity and interest for you. Initially, his old bad habits took over and well, he kind of kidnapped you. But only because he feared being sold out to G.H.O.S.T, or having Megatron find him again… Self-preservation, something Starscream was very good at. He wasn’t rough with you at all, just was keeping you close to him “for your safety”, as he initially told you. Sure enough, after spending more time with you, Starscream’s guard slowly lowered as he realized you weren't a threat.
Trust wasn’t something easily won from the Seeker, but you steadily earned it. The first time Starscream didn’t hover around you and allowed you space, he was pleasantly surprised you didn’t try to escape. Starscream would slowly open up, telling stories of his adventures as a Seeker before the Great War. He didn’t open up to just anyone, so to see the genuine look of interest and awe in your eyes made him feel something. Something new.
Starscream tried to be subtle in expressing his affections, asking you to help map out stars in your galaxy, or assisting him with selecting new locations to scout. But despite all of his cunning and skills at deception, he couldn’t lie convincingly to you. So if he had a surprise planned for you, it was apparent on his faceplate. If questioned as to what he was up to, Starscream would brush it off as a glitch in his system.
Sometimes he would show off a bit to you. Even allowing you to go on flights with him, his favorite moments being when he shocked you with barrel-rolls and gunned it at high-G’s. Any bit of joyous or excited laughter would make his spark skip a beat. Starscream realized that he could in fact, make someone smile rather than cower, and he was glad he made you happy.
As for nsfw: He would be a little shy at first, maybe a bit flustered by being desired this way. Starscream would be a gentle lover as the two of you initially began your intimate endeavors. Making sure you were comfortable, going slow, giving more than receiving. As his confidence grew, however, he would reveal just how naughty he was. He had an edging kink for sure, getting off at bringing you close to ecstasy and then withholding it from you. Also it is no surprise that the silver-tongued Seeker would be rather good at oral. He definitely got off on seeing you squirm in pleasure at his touch, and he enjoyed kissing every inch of your body.
Hi! Can I request a smutty one-shot of TP Starscream x autobot femme robot reader pretty please? Perhaps the two are crazy for each other but don't want anyone finding out? Go wild! 🥰
You guys really seem to love Screamer... :3
Secret Rendezvous
TFP Starscream x Autobot Femme Reader
Warnings: NSFW
Word Count: 1600
You awoke to the sensation of pain and aching throughout your frame. Your surroundings were dark with the exception of cracks of light coming through seams in the shell around you. You had crash landed on the planet’s surface, and now you had to act.
After some struggling, you were able to open the hatch and crawl out of your hopelessly damaged ship. As you looked up in your weakened state, you were met with the gaze of various Vehicons. In no shape to defend yourself, you were easily taken captive by the Vehicons and were dragged before a certain tall and slender seeker.
Starscream… you could recognize him anywhere. The seeker-now-Decepticon turned around to face you, a proud grin across his face. “Well, well… If it isn’t a poor Autobot down on their luck. How fortunate for me to have located you before the Autobots could come to your aid. Surely, Lord Megatron will appreciate a new prisoner. Perhaps you’ll make a valuable bargaining chip,” Starscream preened, clearly pleased with himself.
Starscream was certainly different from when you had last seen him. Back on Cybertron before the war Starscream was a scientist, and you had worked with him on various occasions as his assistant. You look up at the seeker, “You’ve changed a bit since we last worked together on Cybertron, you know?”
Your words pique Starscream’s interest, making him take a closer look at you. Upon this closer look, he quickly recognizes who you are. He had only worked with you for a brief time on Cybertron, before there were Autobots and Decepticons. You had been a helpful lab assistant, and always offered honest advice and showed genuine interest and praise in his endeavors. Something he never forgot. To be honest, he was disheartened when you joined the Autobots as opposed to the Decepticons. Despite this reunion, Starscream would not give any indication that he remembered you.
You found it strange to be at Starscream’s mercy, and wondered what would happen. After all, most Autobots spoke of how spineless and cruel the seeker could be, and you hoped that wasn’t true. You didn’t say anything more, holding onto hope that your previous relationship would influence his decision.
Starscream paused, but wouldn’t let the Vehicons see any weakness. He looks at the other Vehicons and grabs your shoulder firmly, “Perhaps it would be best to send a message to Optimus Prime and the Autobots. To show the absolute might of the Decepticons!” Starscream forces you to your pedes as he grabs your stasis cuffs, “I will personally end the life of this miserable Autobot and then display their corpse for Optimus Prime to see.”
You would be led into the nearby forest, into a secluded location away from the prying optics of the Vehicons. Once alone, your spark buzzed nervously, unsure of what was to come. Starscream stopped and placed one servo on your shoulder before speaking, “It appears your choices have caught up with you, Autobot,” He raises his servo high and swiftly brings it down on your cuffs, slicing them in half, leaving you to stare at him in surprise. Starscream looks at you hesitantly, “I do remember you, Y/N, and your… helpfulness as my previous assistant. Now… run off and find your Autobot friends before my troops grow suspicious.”
Knowing time was short, you thanked Starscream before departing into the wilderness. Various thoughts flooded your processor, but the most prevalent was the fact that despite the war, Starscream clearly still had some feelings for you. As time passed, you would later establish communications with Optimus Prime and the other Autobots, joining their ranks. You provided much needed help to Ratchet as a lab assistant, and while you didn’t mind working with Ratchet, your thoughts often replayed old memories of you and Starscream.
One day, you would receive a curious private message from a familiar line. It was from Starscream, and it asked you to meet with him at a private location, a set of coordinates included. You didn’t mention anything to your new comrades, and excused yourself from the base to get some fresh air. After exiting the base, you traveled to the coordinates provided in the message. You found yourself in a secluded canyon. As you investigated, a groundbridge portal appeared before you. When no one stepped through the bridge, you realized the groundbridge was meant for you to step through. After some brief hesitation, you went through the groundbridge, and upon emerging from the other side, found yourself on a mountain-side outcropping that overlooked a stunning valley.
“I see you received my message, Y/N.” You turned to see Starscream calmly standing a few meters from you. “After everything, I would think it only fair to talk with you. Any particular reason you had me meet you in some distant secret location?” You were curious as to why he would go through all this trouble to speak with you, especially now that you were on opposing sides.
“Let’s not mince words, Y/N. You know very well that us speaking openly with each other would be viewed unsavory by both Autobots and Decepticons. This is the only way we could truly speak our minds,” Starscream’s words were to the point, but clearly had an underlying tone to them.
You moved slightly closer towards Starscream, “I was curious as to why you wanted to speak with me. But perhaps it’s because you missed me? Missed us?”
Starscream briefly grew scarlet in the face, but calmed his nerves, “Ahem… Perhaps I wanted time to ourselves. Back when we would… work late into the night, hm?” He had a slight grin on his faceplate as he looked at you, extending a servo towards you.
As soon as your servos met, Starscream pulled you close to his frame, “I’ll take that as a yes,” before planting a heated kiss on your lips.
A rush of heat makes your cheeks flush bright red, Starscream’s unexpected kiss makes your frame hot and tingly. “You never fail to surprise me, Starscream. It was thoughtful of you to allow us such privacy to… reconnect,” you pull Starscream close to you once more and sensually kiss him, running your servos down his back.
In turn, Starscream’s servos wrap around your waist, his digits feeling over your frame and farther down. His servos grip your aft possessively, “Indeed, so much time for us to get reacquainted.” Starscream wastes no time pressing his lips against your neck, sucking on your sweet spot whilst a free servo traces down your chest. As things grow heated, Starscream presses you against the nearby wall of a stone outcropping.
The stimulation of the sweet spot on your neck elicits a moan from your lips, further spurring the Seeker on as he continues to ravish your frame. His nimble digits fidgeted with the clasps on your chest plate until he removed it. Starscream cupped your breasts before leaning down, slowly swirling his glossa around your nipple and then switching to the other. How he had missed this. These erotic, sensual moments the two of you used to share often back on Cybertron. Moments he believed he would never experience again, so now that he had you once more, he would make the most of every nanosecond of this encounter.
Starscream would move his servo down your chest, across your stomach, finding its way to your thighs. He possessively grabbed your panel cover, “Why don’t you open up for me, hm? Allow me to pleasure you until you can no longer stand.”
It felt as if your entire frame was on fire, and you eagerly opened your panel, longing to be filled. With a smirk, Starscream released his pressurized spike, edging the tip at your entrance but not inserting it. Primus, still a tease as always, you thought before grabbing Starscream and pulling him closer, your optics pleading for him to continue.
Starscream wrapped a servo around your waist, before suddenly pulling you forward, bringing you onto his spike. His length slid deep inside your valve, a lustful moan escaping Starscream’s lips. He soon began thrusting inside of you, his pace quick and rough as his desire for you increases. He grows rougher, aggressively pinning your back against the stone wall outcropping, his breathing growing shorter as he pounds into you. He suddenly removes his spike and flips you around to face the wall, pulling your hips close to him before eagerly thrusting back inside of you from behind.
You steady yourself by pressing your servos against the wall as Starscream thrusts into you. Ripples of pleasure flooded throughout your nether region, steadily approaching your release. The new position allowed Starscream a new angle, letting his spike plunge deeper inside of your valve, hitting every sensory node. Both of you panted loudly as the stimulation built up towards your eventual overload. After one additional pump of his spike, both you and Starscream reached your release, ecstasy overtaking the two of you.
Both of you slowly melted to the ground, as waves of pleasure washed over you. Starscream would gently support your helm as each of you slid against the earth. After catching his breath, Starscream would turn towards you, “Just as amazing as I remember, Y/N…. I have missed you.”
As you caught your own breath, you smiled at the Seeker, “I can tell… Although I hope our differing careers can still allow for our rendezvouses?”
Starscream smirked, his cunning thoughts obvious, “I do believe I can make that happen..”
Hellooo!! I was wondering if you could do a poly! Optimus Prime x Fem! Human! Reader x poly! Megatron where the reader has ADHD thankss♡♡
I hope I respectfully honored your request. And I hope you enjoyed my work. Since no continuity was specified, I'm making it open to individual interpretation :3
Under Pressure
Optimus x Megatron x Female Human Reader POLY
Word Count: 900
Warnings: None
It had been a rather stressful day for (Y/N). At work, your boss had unexpectedly sprung a group presentation project that he had assigned you to without consulting you. To make matters worse, there was a very tight timeline the project had to be completed by, on top of the other work projects you already had on your desk. It honestly felt like your boss wanted to watch you have a mental breakdown. After this bombshell, you spent the rest of your shift struggling to come up with any ideas for your portion of the project, and you felt a migraine creep up as you struggled to focus. After feeling burnt out mentally, you clocked out at the end of your long shift and couldn’t leave your workplace faster.
As you stepped into the employee parking lot, a familiar semi-truck was waiting for you in the guest-parking section. You stepped onto the bar side step and climbed your way inside of the cab, quietly sitting in the passenger-side seat. After a few seconds of silence, Optimus spoke up “How was work today?” You paused a moment before responding hesitantly, “It… could’ve been a better shift.” Optimus was concerned by your response, but he could tell (Y/N) probably didn’t want to share details quite yet, so he wouldn’t press the issue for now. “I see. Would you like to listen to music on the drive home? You can choose whatever station you prefer,” his tone was gentle as he concealed his growing worry. You leaned towards the center console and tuned the radio to your favorite station, hoping the music would ease some of your stress, “Thanks, Optimus.”
The rest of the drive was marked by silence as neither (Y/N) nor Optimus said a word. Eventually, Optimus would pull into a small and secluded base before coming to a stop. The passenger-side door opened, and as you began to climb down from the cab Optimus couldn’t help but speak. “(Y/N), if there’s anything ever on your mind, know I am always ready to lend an audio receptor,” he spoke softly, as if afraid he might scare you off. You paused for a moment before smiling quaintly, “Again, thank you Optimus but I’m okay, I promise you.” You stepped off of the cab and headed inside the base. Shortly afterwards, Optimus transformed out of his alt mode and slowly followed after you, being unable to shake the feeling you were ‘not’ actually okay.
You made your way inside the base, you typed a code into the private quarters you shared with Optimus and Megatron. The doors opened for you, and you immediately went towards a large couch and collapsed on the thick cushions. As you attempt to calm your mind, a large servo gently presses on your shoulder. As you glance up you see none other than Megatron looking down upon you with a coy smile, “If it isn’t my stunning rose, beautiful as her thorns are sharp. How was your day?” Despite the pressure and stress you felt, Megatron’s cute pet names for you never ceased to make you blush. “Today was— it… honestly was terrible” you frowned, unable to fake how you truly felt.
Hearing this, Megatron’s smile slowly faded and he knelt down before you, his gaze locked onto yours. “Did someone harm you? If so, they will surely pay for offending my rose…” His ruby optics narrowed and burned with anger. Not wanting any more stress, you quickly grasped his servo, “No, no— Please just… Don’t.” Megatron paused at your words and relaxed his frame, albeit confused. At this moment, Optimus made his way into your shared chambers, carrying a human-sized mug of tea in his servos on a tiny, human-sized tray and drawing Megatron’s attention. “I didn’t mean to bother you, (Y/N), but I could tell on our drive here that you were distressed, so I thought some tea might help,” he spoke softly as he handed the mug to (Y/N).
You smiled up at Optimus as you took the mug of tea, wondering as to how he managed to prepare a human-sized portion of tea in a human-sized mug, “You’re too sweet… Both of you.” As you glanced at both Megatron and Optimus, they sat on either side of you on the massive Cybertronian-sized couch that had been custom-made. Megatron fluffed up a human-sized pillow you had purchased and laid it against your back before softly wrapping a servo around your right shoulder, “We are here to listen to you, (Y/N). And decimate your manager if you permit us to.” Optimus briefly shot dagger at Megatron, clearly disagreeing with any form of unnecessary violence as usual. “I’m certain Megatron means to state that both of us are here to support you and comfort you in whatever way you require. And that you should know you are the most valuable, talented, capable, and beautiful being in the entire universe.” Optimus wrapped his servo around your left shoulder and leaned closer to you, his signature soft smile across his faceplate as he gazed down at you.
Despite the pressure and stress of the day, you could find some respite and comfort in the arms of lovers. And certainly, they would be more than willing to assist you in relieving your workplace endeavors….
hi! could you do i mirage x fem bot where she's kinda got the build of a mech and is super self conscious about it. and when noah and elena meet her they think she's a mech and she gets upset and they've got no clue whats going on but mirage does and he comforts her? sorry if this doesn't make sense 🫶
Just the Way You Are
ROTB Mirage x Femme Autobot Reader
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1300
You had heard much about the Autobots’ human allies. As you waited patiently inside a warehouse which was the current hideout for Optimus Prime and the Autobots, you couldn’t help but feel excited. You had never directly interacted with humans during your short time on Earth, and you were looking forward to finally meeting them. Shortly after the Transwarp key had sent its beacon into the cosmos, you had followed its signal in your ship to Earth. This is where you would come to join up with the Autobots and make this planet your temporary new home.
As for your new comrades, you found them to be welcoming but you got along with some better than others. Of course you regarded Optimus with the utmost respect, but he wasn’t much for conversation and you didn’t want to risk embarrassing yourself in front of him. Arcee was informative and kind; Bumblebee was quirky and fun; but Mirage definitely made you feel far more comfortable. Actually, he made you laugh quite a bit, and despite Mirage’s antics often butting heads with Optimus, you couldn’t help but want to spend more time with him. Besides, he was highly in-tune with human culture and close friends with their human companions.
Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard the familiar rev of Mirage’s engine, causing you to transform from your vehicle mode into your Cybertronian form. In usual Mirage-fashion, the mech peeled into the warehouse in his Porsche vehicle mode before halting to a sudden stop. You couldn’t help but roll your optics slightly, thinking to yourself Always with the dramatic entrance.
As Mirage parked, both the driver’s side and passenger doors opened, allowing two humans to emerge. Once his cab was empty, Mirage transformed from his vehicle mode and stretched his limbs. As he glanced around, Mirage’s optics focused on you, “Hey, Y/N! Ready to meet my friends?” His tone was upbeat and full of excitement as he beamed with eagerness. You took a few steps forward before focusing your gaze towards the two small human figures standing before you. “I’m glad to meet your acquaintance. I am Y/N,” you lower your frame slightly, trying to decrease the height difference as much as you can.
Mirage steps in to introduce everyone, “Y/N, this is my boi, Noah, and the badass Elena.” Both Noah and Elena smile up at you, with Noah stepping forward to address you, “Y/N, it’s an honor to meet you. It’s great to have another Autobot on the team. Maybe Mirage, you, and me can head out on the town afterwards. Just the three of us guys hanging out.” Before you can fully process Noah’s words, Elena chimes in, “It’s nice to have you joining us, Y/N. Hopefully Mirage and Noah don’t rub off on you too much. Honestly, we don’t need too many boys misbehaving after all.”
You pause briefly, taking in what you just heard, Do they think I’m a… mech? You tried to keep your thoughts to yourself, attempting to force your emotions to the back of your mind. As much as you tried, you couldn’t stop the surge of emotions that would ultimately bubble to the surface. You were aware that your frame build wasn’t as feminine as a bot such as Arcee. That you were built thicker and more muscular than the average femme on Cybertron, a fact that had plagued you even before the war, as many a mech would make a jab at your more masculine appearance and voice. It all would become too much, and your body language betrayed your thoughts and feelings.
Noah and Elena watched you in confusion, unsure of what was bothering you. Noah stepped forward to speak, “Hey, Y/N, are you okay? Was it something we said?”
Unable to contain your emotions any longer, you turned suddenly and glared down at
Noah and Elena. “Yes it was something you said! It’s something that everyone, human or Cybertronian, apparently has to point out!” Your words came out in a tone of both anger and agony. You would swiftly turn away and transform into your alt mode, before driving out of the warehouse, your destination: anywhere but here.
Both Noah and Elena are left speechless and with a sense of guilt, although they had no idea why. Mirage looked down at the two of them and gestured to Noah, “Hey, don’t worry about it. I’ve got this.” He quickly shuffled away from them both, transforming into his vehicle mode then driving off in pursuit of Y/N. After a short drive, Mirage follows your trail to a secluded and abandoned lighthouse on the edge of the bay. Mirage had been here before and knew this was usually where you went to relax or calm down after a hard day. Mirage transformed from his vehicle mode and walked around the exterior of the lighthouse, finding you sitting down, your back leaned against the building. He notices your dour demeanor and softly speaks, “Hey… Y/N, are you feeling alright?”
Although you weren’t expecting Mirage to follow you after your outburst, you weren’t surprised as he was Mirage after all. You kept your gaze averted from Mirage, “...I could be better…”
Mirage tries to keep a positive attitude and sits beside you, scooching closer to you, “I’m really sorry for Noah and Elena… I promise you they didn’t mean to offend you. Even humans can make mistakes and I’ll let them know what’s up.” His optics are locked onto you, his expression soft but clearly full of concern.
“I’m sorry if I overreacted, but… it’s not just them, it’s just… everything and it’s hard not to be affected by it.” Your entire life you had to struggle with your appearance and how so many Cybertronians mistook your gender. You always tried to ignore and deny how this made you feel, but there was only so much you could handle. Despite having known him for a short time, Mirage had always tried to make you feel better in his own quirky way. You always laughed at his jokes and you were always down to join him on patrols or occasionally risk a lecture from Prime after breaking curfew. Primus forbid anyone should know you had developed a crush on him, although you never thought you had a chance with someone like him.
Sensing your distress, Mirage shifts towards you and places a servo on your shoulder. “Y/N, I’m gonna be honest with you. You’re cute as hell and I think you are one of the finest femmes in the universe.” He flashes a brief smirk before his expression changes to be softer and more vulnerable. Mirage begins to go off on details about your personality and how he finds your mannerisms absolutely adorable. But this mech isn’t done yet. “Don’t get me started on how a chick who could bench me is beyond hot as slag. And don’t get me started on what’s ‘feminine.’ Cause what even defines that? Tall, short, skinny, built, thick, all the same to me.” He fires off a shameless wink towards you before clearing his throat and re-focusing, “Look, Y/N, I’m sorry I haven’t told you sooner, but I really like you. As in… ‘like you’ like you. But… I understand if you don’t feel the sam–”
Before Mirage can finish his sentence, you wrap your arms around him and pull him close, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. Catching yourself, you quickly pull away embarrassed, “...I-i’m sorry…! I don’t know what came over me—” You are in-turn surprised as Mirage brings you close once more and kisses you,
As his lips slowly pull away, Mirage smirks to you, “I one-million percent feel the same.”
I lost the original request message but I had a screeenshot :3
Ain’t I Good to You?
(TFA Blitzwing x Female Human Reader)
Warnings: None other than intense simping :3
Word Count: ... 2400+ (I got a tad carried away)
Lingo: “Cher” (pronounced ‘sha’) = Cajun term of affection/endearment
To those unfamiliar, Blitzwing’s 3 personalities are known as Icy, Hothead, & Random
Art courtesy of my beloved requester: @kitgirl91 BEHOLD THE TALENT
Inspiration for this request: The Mask Soundtrack - Susan Boyd - Gee Baby, Ain't I Good To You
The Decepticons had been promptly defeated at the hands of the Autobots, and brought back to Cybertron. Blitzwing was one of said Decepticons to be humiliated by being paraded through the streets of Cybertron as prisoners. But the Triple-changer would shortly make his escape and give the guard the slip, stealing a small ship and setting course for the only planet he knew had no Autobot activity anymore: Earth.
After entering stasis, a few months later Blitzwing would awaken after crash landing on Earth. This time however, Blitzwing would find himself not in New Detroit, but in good old New Orleans, Louisiana. The Decepticon didn’t want to attract too much attention to himself, and immediately searched for a place to hide, and or blend in with. As he still retained his Earth-based alt-modes as a jet or tank, he chose to sneak into a nearby river-side Air Force base. He transformed into his jet-mode as he tried to brainstorm a plan. He would remain there for a few months, having little idea on how to proceed further, and he went into a deep stasis nap. Blitzwing would be slowly awakened one Saturday night to music and an upbeat yet hauntingly beautiful voice. Blitzwing transformed to see a riverboat slowly cruising down the bayou, warm lights illuminating the water as upbeat music echoed across the river, and a sensual and hypnotic voice filled the night. It was a new experience for the Decepticon, and for the first time Blitzwing was silent and listened until the music and that voice faded into the distance.
The following week was uneventful as usual, Blitzwing growing evermore displeased that he lacked a plan. As the afternoon sun sailed across the sky, Blitzwing took note of a female human making their way through the airbase. This human caught his eye, as she was not dressed in the usual military uniforms of the soldiers or mechanics. Being in the back area of the base, and being utterly bored out of his mind, Blitzwing decided to have a bit of fun.
You made your way through an array of various military vehicles and aircrafts, all stunning and huge, dwarfing you easily. The air was growing cooler as an Autumn breeze blew through, making you clutch tighter at your coat. A loud clang rang out to the side and you struggled to see anyone through a lineup of various fighter jets and helicopters. Curiosity got the better of you and you stepped to the side to investigate, “Hello?” A rather large fighter jet was before you, but something was off about it as its coloring did not match any of the other similar models.
Suddenly the jet moved swiftly, lifting upright before transforming completely into a massive winged tan robot. Its face spun around rapidly, settling on a cool bluish face with a red optic and one monocle-like optic, staring down at you expectantly. Despite the shock, you just stood there calmly looking at him.
Blitzwing’s gaze was fixed upon you, raising an optic ridge in curiosity, “You are not afraid, human? How curious you’ve no concern for your own life.” Again, his faceplate spins violently, revealing the black faceplate and scarlet red crazed jack-o-lantern optics and mouth of Random. He cackles in an excited and mildly psychotic tone, “This human is crazy! I like crazy…” Round and round Blitzwing’s faceplate spins, now revealing Hothead, his bright red faceplate and optics glaring down at you. He aggressively moves towards you, his optics obscured by a visor, but the angry expression on his face was easily readable, “Are you working with ze Autobots, human?! That’s why you aren’t cowering in fear, isn’t it!?”
You raise your hands up in a gesture of innocence, hoping to convince the massive robot before you you weren’t any threat, “I have no idea what an ‘Autobot’ is. I’m not really sure what you are to be honest.”
“Why then are you not frightened of me? Do I look like I’d want to be friends with ze likes of you?” Icy said calmly, although in his mind he was genuinely intrigued by the fearless organic before him. Blitzwing’s face spun again, “OOOOOH Maybe we can make friendship bracelets!” Hothead took over and again, he spoke aggressively towards you, “What is a puny human like you even doing walking around in a military airbase?!”
You paused before explaining yourself, “Oh, well I was finishing up details regarding an upcoming job. Going to perform next month here to boost morale for the troops. Had to sign a bit of paperwork regarding my pay.”
The calm Icy took over and raised an optic ridge curiously, “Vat kind of performance?”
“I’m a Jazz singer. Not sure if you’d know what Jazz is, or music… but it’s my profession and most importantly my passion. I’m finally booking more gigs, last weekend was my first time performing on a riverboat. It was magical if I’m honest,” you spoke candidly, finding Blitzwing’s accent to be slightly adorable.
“Vait…” Icy glances over at the nearby river on the other side of the river-side airbase, “Zat was your voice I heard?”
You were taken aback, “You heard me? How long have you been hiding in this airbase?”
“...Long enough. Ze music was… acceptable. And your voice… wasn’t displeasing” Icy said slowly, perhaps giving you a hesitant compliment.
You smiled slightly, finding this strange giant robot to be rather endearing. “You know I will be performing this evening at “The Cat’s Meow” Jazz Club. It’s an outdoor venue, so you’re welcome to come if you’d like.” You extend your hand towards Blitzwing, a silver ticket stub in your grasp.
Icy took a pause, considering whether or not to accept the ticket, before Random took over and eagerly snatched the ticket from your hands. “How could ve refuse such an offer!” he chuckled excitedly.
You stepped back briefly as the ticket was taken from your hands, but you couldn’t help but smile, “I can see you aren’t one to pass a good time up. I should probably be on my way and get ready for the show. You know, I didn’t catch your name, cher?”
The Decepticon was shocked at how calm and comfortable you were around him, after all he was a battle-hardened warrior, killer and a giant robot, yet you showed him such courtesy as if he were just another human. “Oh… Blitzwing…” he replied hesitantly, feeling almost compelled to tell you.
“Well Blitzwing, if anyone gives you trouble at the door, cher, just tell them you’re a guest of (Y/N)” you flashed a sincere but slightly coy smile at the Decepticon before giving him a friendly wave of your hand and making your way off of the military base.
Blitzwing stood there in silent shock as you left, leaving him burning with multiple questions. “Cher? This word is strange” Icy pondered, a servo on his chin. His faceplate spun and Random took over, “Perhaps it’s a human word for cute!” Icy presented himself once more, staring at the ticket in his servo, your invitation still standing. He could just crush the ticket and be done withy it, but there was something about you…
Night fell on New Orleans, and the city came alive with lights, and hundreds of people flocking to the streets to enjoy various events and libations. High in the sky, Blitzwing hovered in jet-mode above the outdoor venue of “The Cat’s Meow.” After a bit of convincing himself, Blitzwing found the courage to land and enter the Jazz club. The bouncer at the door was definitely not expecting a Decepticon to attempt entry to the club, but he stood his ground and sweatily asked to see a ticket.
Usually, it would be Blitzwing’s instinct to blast the human into smithereens, but that would undoubtedly sour the mood for the evening. Instead he presented his silver ticket and spoke, “I am here upon ze request of (Y/N).” The doorman accepted the ticket hesitantly, before allowing the Decepticon entry into the club, but directing him to enter around to the outdoor section to spare the roof.
After making his way around, Blitzwing entered the outdoor space, which was an array of various tables covered in rich red linens. The area was illuminated by various lights wrapped around trellises and trees, a wooden stage centered at the back, the musicians settling into their positions. Blitzwing looked down at the table below him, awkwardly lowering himself into a sitting position behind the table, his massive frame still towering above it. Blitzwing couldn’t help but feel foolish being here to see a human perform, and it took hours of self-convincing earlier in order to get his aft here.
“I have no idea how I talked myself into this…” Icy grumbled, his arms crossed. “PLEASE! This is not ze craziest thing we’ve done by far!” Random cackled before going silent as the lights dimmed, leaving one blinding spotlight on center stage.
There you were, standing in the blinding glow of the spotlight. Your hair was down, but a delicate headpiece of beaded pearls adorned your forehead. Your dress was an ebony color, with a sensual sweetheart neckline and a short hem lined with glittering beads that cascaded from the hem. The ebony color was accentuated by the sparkle of thousands of tiny sequins, which reflected the spotlight and made you shimmer. You turned towards the band members behind you and gave them a nod, cueing them to begin playing a smooth yet upbeat Jazz number, the mood set by the sound of trumpets and a piano. You slowly took hold of the microphone and began singing, your voice sultry and alluring.
Blitzwing’s optics widened to a point where they nearly burst out of his skull, and his jaw unhinged and was wide open as he struggled to process how stunning you were. This was the same human he met at the airbase? Your voice, your lips, your legs, that dress were all enough to nearly fry his processor circuitry and drive him wild. His faceplate was spinning between all three personalities, each one absolutely shaken by everything about you.
“She’s like nothing I’ve ever seen…” Icy gawked, short of words.
“IT IS LIKE BEING GRACED WITH ZE PRESENCE OF AN ANGEL!” Hothead exclaimed, looking like he wanted to break something.
Random’s glossa was hanging out of his mouth, completely drunk off of your beautiful body and hypnotic voice.
The song continued, and you began to move around the stage, your hips moving in time with the beat. You dipped down to the ground, before slowly standing up, swishing your hips and waist as you ascended.
This sent Blitzwing over the edge, and Random loudly whistled at you, having quickly become a complete simp. Hearing the cat call, you turned your attention to see the Decepticon at his table. Continuing your set, you smiled in his direction before pointing to him and blowing a kiss.
Random took over and stood up, whistling even louder in adoration and worship of you, “Keep it UP BABY!”
The song slowly came to its final portion, albeit to Blitzwing’s dismay as he wanted this to go on forever. With a final breath, the last lyrics left your painted lips and the song concluded. The resounding sound of applause filled the club, the loudest clapping being from Blitzwing’s massive metal servos. As the rest of the club patrons applauded your performance, Blitzwing’s sharp optics spotted one human patron who wasn’t participating.
Hothead’s face spun around, steam visibly leaving his nostrils as he stomped over to the unsuspecting patron, startling the man, “YOU’D BETTER START CLAPPING BEFORE I MAKE YOUR INSIDES YOUR OUTSIDES!” The unsuspecting critic nearly jumped out of his skin and began clapping for his life.
As the cheers continued, audience members began tossing flowers onto the stage. Icy took note of this and began formulating a plan.
After you had made your way back to your dressing room, there was a firm knock at the door. Out of curiosity, you opened it to see who it was, only to be pleasantly surprised to see a certain Decepticon gazing back at you.
Blitzwing was blushing madly, especially being so close to you when you looked so beautiful. He cleared his throat, his faceplate spinning to Icy, trying to get the courage to speak to you. “Your show was… more than words than express. You are ze most talented and beautiful thing I have laid optics on. I got something for you” his voice was oddly shaky. He knelt down and revealed a massive bundle of roses and vines from behind his back, the flowers taking up a quarter of your dressing room. “I saw flowers are a sign of worship, so I brought you all ze flowers from the garden.”
You were stunned by the gift, it being obvious that Blitzwing had removed the roses from the nearby trellises. You tried to stifle a laugh and flashed the biggest grin, “That is mighty sweet of you, cher. To think you actually came to see me and shower me with so much praise.”
“You are a GORGEOUS LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS. I WILL BREAK DOWN MOUNTAINS FOR YOU!” Hothead expressed passionately.
“Oh my…” you giggled, “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.” You stepped closer to the massive Decepticon before you, closing the distance. “For being so sweet, I think you deserve a little something as well,” your voice was charismatic and smooth. You leaned in closer to his faceplate, and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek.
His faceplate spun around and around and around… for what seemed like an eternity. An excited and loud laugh escaped from Blitzwing’s mouth, Random’s optics wide and his spark beating rapidly. So many thoughts and feelings flashed through his processor that he felt he might explode, “I FEEL LIKE I’VE FLOWN TO ZE MOON AND BACK!” His optics turn back towards you and he suddenly calms himself, maybe a little worried he might frighten you. His faceplate reverts back to Icy and he clears his throat, “...ahem.. My apologies, sometimes I get carried away.”
Your smile widened, finding his antics to be endearing. “Don’t sweat it, cher. You’re more than welcome to come to any of my shows in the future,” you spoke softly. “Now why don’t you and I get out of here. Maybe let me show you around town?”
Blitzwing was in absolute awe. You, this tiny human female stealing every one of Blitzwing’s sparks.
Of course he took you up on your offer.
*END*
I had WAY too much fun with this request. :3 I pray it was worth the wait!
Can you do a headcanon or one-shot for tfp Starscream x a fem reader that her main language is Spanish and when she talks some times has trouble pronouncing some words? (Is ok if you don't want to write this 😅)
Very sorry to both the requester & everyone for the delay in completing requests. This request was unique and cute, and I had fun with this :3
Lost in Translation
TFP Starscream x Female Human Reader Headcanon
Word Count: 400+
Warnings: None
Starscream had been in the middle of a heated battle with the Autobots over an energon deposit in a rural part of the southwestern United States. As usual, Optimus Prime and his small band of Autobots were strangely overpowering the former seeker’s much larger numbers. And in usual Starscream-fashion, he sought out someway to slip out of a situation gone south. His way out being to take the nearest and unsuspecting human hostage, which so happened to be (Y/N).
After the Autobots are unable to risk harming an innocent human, Starscream would make his escape back to the Nemesis with you in tow. After imprisoning and attempting to question (Y/N) for information, your responses perplexed Starscream, as it seemed you had trouble communicating clearly. Rather than frustration, he was more so confused as to your occasional stammering and Knockout would end up suggesting utilizing Soundwave to assist translating.
Humans and their multitudes of languages was a strange concept for Starscream to grasp, as Cybertronians had one standard language. Soundwave would step in and assist with translating for (Y/N), and it was made clear early on that you were no Autobot ally and just an innocent bystander. Despite not wanting to admit it outright, Starscream found your cooperative nature and respectful demeanor rather refreshing from the typical humans he had encountered. Initially, you were regarded in the same way as a pet by Starscream: small, helpless, needing to be cared for, slightly cute… But as (Y/N)’s imprisonment went by, Starscream found conversations with you enjoyable, particularly taking a liking to your accent and the certain charm it lended to his name.
Starscream would wind up giving you your own personal quarters, however small, on the Nemesis, and you were granted special protection as his “hostage.” Starscream did find potential in gaining a human ally, especially one who spoke a language the Autobots would be unfamiliar with. He did also find (Y/N) to be strangely charming and respectful when addressing him, which definitely inflated his ego just a bit. In future encounters with the Autobots, Starscream would even incorporate Spanish words into insults towards the Autobots, often snickering with delight at their utter confusion. Afterwards, he would regale you with a recap of his encounters, often exchanging laughter and finding himself slightly thrilled to speak with you.
Although an odd start to a relationship, Starscream couldn’t help himself from enjoying your company, and no Autobot will be stealing you away from him.
Hi how about tfa starscream x F cybertronian reader NSFW were reader is part of team prime and has a huge crush on starscream but is bad at hiding it and starscream takes advantage of it in a way both will enjoy
My, my... first NSFW request. Hehe....
The Winning Team
TFA Starscream x Femme Cybertronian Reader (NSFW)
Warnings: Valveplug, creampie
Word Count: 2300+
You had been with Optimus and his team of Autobots for a few months, having first joined the Earth-based team when you arrived with Sentinel Prime and his team. You had graduated from the Autobot Academy with flying colors, and were now a recent recruit in the Elite Guard. With some convincing from Jazz, Sentinel decided to station you on Earth to be optics for the Elite Guard and keep tabs on Team Prime.
You were a part of the new and unique group of Autobots who had a flight-based alt mode, a trait that often ostracized you from other Autobots. It wasn’t your fault you were forged this way, and the suspicious glares from other Autobots in the academy were hard to ignore. But for the most part, Team Prime was accommodating and you did your best to be a valuable member of the team.
Team Prime had gone out on a relatively simple energon-scouting mission and you had taken point, seeing as you were the only one who could fly. You flew high up and scanned the area, giving directions to Optimus and the others on the ground. The tedious and dull mission suddenly changed as missiles flew towards Optimus and the Autobots, carpeting the area with explosions and debris. Circling above was a silver and vibrant crimson fighter jet, and a familiar voice cut through the air.
“Sorry to drop in, Autobots. But I’m afraid I’ll be claiming the energon. So good of you to lead me right to it,” Starscream gloated as he hovered above mid-air and admired his work.
Optimus and the others were stunned, but for the most part only sustained scratches and dents from the seeker’s attack. You rush to the defense of your team, barrelling straight for Starscream and firing non-lethal blaster bolts at him. Starscream was taken by surprise, barely having the opportunity to barrel-roll out of the line of fire. “What’s this?! A flying Autobot?!” Starscream exclaimed in surprise.
You circled back, flying full speed towards the Decepticon. Choosing a unique attack, you transformed mid-flight, poised to deliver a powerful flying kick to knock him out of the sky. To your surprise, you were stopped mid-air. Starscream had transformed and had caught your pede in his servo. Starscream flashed an amused grin, studying you closely, “My my, it would seem the Autobots have a new recruit. Pity that you chose the losing team.”
Not wanting to be left in a vulnerable position, you jerked your pede away, before quickly launching an uppercut towards his helm. With little effort, Starscream easily snatched you by your wrist and held you firmly. “Quite the feisty one, hm?” the Decepticon’s voice purred with amusement, his face leaning in as if to taunt you.
Your face flushed red and you tried to figure out how to get out of this compromising position. Why were you blushing? What’s wrong with you, he’s a Decepticon!? Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a metallic whirring. Optimus’s grappling hook grasped onto Starscream’s wing and violently pulled him down to the ground. The force of the pull made Starscream lose his grip, freeing you. After a couple seconds of Starscream shouting, his frame slammed into the ground, stunning him briefly. Starscream groaned as his frame ached with pain as he lay in a small crater.
You land in front of the downed Decepticon and aim your blaster at him. “You wouldn’t shoot a helpless bot, would you?” Starscream raised his servos and gave you a disarmingly charming smile.
It would be easy to neutralize him in his state, your blaster was set to non-lethal and you wouldn’t really hurt him. But something inside you just couldn’t bring yourself to take the shot. You had been trained for this, but did you really want to throw Starscream in a cell? That stupid charming grin of his gave you pause, creating an opening for the Decepticon to quickly get up, pushing you back before transforming and launching into the sky.
The force of his thrusters firing sends you reeling backwards, barely able to keep yourself upright as the seeker soars off in the distance. As he flew through the sky, Starscream couldn’t help but think about this new Autobot and how different you were from the boorish and self-righteous Optimus and his lackeys. He also took note of how flustered you were when the two of you were in close proximity. An observation that may be useful for any future encounters.
Back at base, you were currently dealing with the repercussions of the day’s events. “(Y/N), why didn’t you just take down Starscream when you had the chance?” Bulkhead said, his large arms outstretched and his tone annoyed. Bumblebee popped up beside Bulkhead, adding to the criticism, “Yeah, (Y/N). He was RIGHT there! You pretty much let him escape!”
You were taken by surprise at your teammates’ harsh words and criticism, as you had not meant to let Starscream escape. Up until this point, everyone had been friendly and supportive, but you mess up once and now they’re chastising you as a screw-up. Maybe you weren’t cut out for this…
Optimus stepped in-between (Y/N) and the others, “Hey, calm down everyone. (Y/N) didn’t mean to let Starscream escape. We all know Starscream and we all know how slippery he is. Let’s all cool off for now, team.” Optimus sighed, disheartened at how quickly the team was to blame each other. “I’m sorry for that, (Y/N). They’re just riled up at the moment… I’m sure they’ll cool off soon.”
“...It’s fine, Optimus. I’m just going to go on a quick patrol to clear my processor,” you spoke softly, trying to conceal the pit in your stomach. You left the base and shortly took to the skies. You made your way towards the forest, the only secluded spot from the bustling city for miles. A certain grinning face kept appearing in your processor, and you tried to shake the images from your mind and re-focus.
Unbeknownst to you, Starscream was also in the area and had picked up your signal. He was intrigued by you, and kept his presence hidden for the moment, preferring to study and listen for now.
Believing yourself to be alone, you land in a small clearing in the forest before transforming. As you walked through the woods, you began talking to yourself aloud. “Why did they just accuse me like that? For months I’ve done nothing but help them, but no, I mess up once and now I’m the worst Autobot ever. It’s not like I meant to let him escape. It just sort of… happened. Yes, he’s a Decepticon but… I mean, he was kind of hot.” You groan in frustration, “And he just had to flash that smile at me” you sigh deeply.
After listening to your woes from the shadows, an idea crosses Starscream’s mind. The nearby brush rustles as Starscream steps through and reveals himself to (Y/N). “How nice to bump into you again, Autobot. Odd that you’re out here all alone. Issues with your fellow ‘comrades?’” He spoke calmly and with purpose as he slowly approached you. Starscream held himself high, a confident smirk dancing across his faceplate.
Your optics grow wide as Starscream approaches you, instinctively drawing your blasters and aiming them at the seeker. Your body language betrays your thoughts and feelings. Your faceplate is flushed red, and your wrists and arms shakily try to stay locked onto the Decepticon before you. Starscream slowed his pace ever so slightly and raised his servos to show he wasn’t a threat, “Now now, Autobot, I’m not here to fight you. I would merely like to speak with you for a moment. If you have the time to spare?” His helm tilts to the side ever so slightly.
You feel a rush of heat to your faceplate and blush a deep scarlet. Doing your best to compose yourself, you utter a simple reply, “...Then talk.”
Starscream feels a surge of victory inside, knowing he only needed to get one foot in the door, so to speak. “Wise choice. I’m just curious as to what your friends think about you letting me escape?” His question had been carefully composed to sew doubt.
“W-what do you mean? I didn’t let you escape! That’s ridiculous…” Your voice was shaky, various thoughts racing through your mind.
Starscream raises an optics ridge, continuing to approach you, “Of course not. You just stood still with a flushed face while I happily flew to freedom. I seriously doubt you didn’t get an audio receptor-full from your teammates.”
He wasn’t wrong, you thought. It was true that your team was upset with you, and yes, you did feel you didn’t deserve that sort of treatment. It’s not as if you could help how you felt. You found Starscream attractive, the way he held himself, his confidence, the way he spoke… Yep. You had a serious crush.
Starscream read you like a book, noticing the inner turmoil and the fact that you were blushing at this very moment. Not one to miss an opportunity, Starscream pressed forwards until he was right in front of you. He calmly pushed aside the tip of your blaster, although his grin alone could’ve disarmed you. “W-what are you doing?” your voice was shaky and uncertain.
“There’s no need to be frightened, little Autobot. I’m not going to do anything to hurt you, unless you want me to,” he ran a digit across your cheek gently.
To your surprise, you didn’t flinch or pull away from his touch. It was strange how you felt, and your thoughts were all over the place: Should you run? Should you fight him? Should you let him?
Starscream paused as he noticed you didn’t pull away, increasing his curiosity, “I realize you know my name, but I do not know yours.” He continued to circle you, studying your frame.
After struggling with conflicting thoughts, you finally make a decision and relax your frame slightly. “... It’s (Y/N),” you spoke softly.
Starscream takes notice of your relaxed body language and smirks. He moves closer to you, seeing how far he could push his luck. “(Y/N), a fine name befitting a fine femme…” Starscream’s voice was almost a purr as he placed a servo on your shoulder, slowly caressing it and observing your reaction. When you did not pull away, he placed his other servo on your waist, running it over your metal skin slowly.
A sigh escaped your lips at the sensually soft touch of Starscream’s servos, throwing both caution and your Autobot allegiance to the wind, at least in this moment. Reciprocating his affections, you leaned in close towards the Decepticon and wrapped your arms around his shoulder before planting a sensual kiss on his lips.
For a fleeting moment, the look of shock is apparent on Starscream’s face as you kiss him. This doesn’t last long, as Starscream quickly takes control and kisses you passionately. He backs you against the trunk of a large tree, hungrily kissing down your neck, whilst his servos grab your waist possessively. Starscream is very aggressive, as he continues to ravish your frame and begins to touch and press sensitive nodes, driving you wild with lust.
It all becomes too much, and you quickly begin to remove your armor, exposing your bare frame to him. Starscream smirks devilishly, briefly taking in the sight of you before dipping his helm towards your chest. He hungrily kisses at your breasts, swirling his glossa around your nipples while a servo cups your aft. You throw your helm back as he continues to pleasure you, driving your need for him.
Starscream then moves his helm lower, starting to kiss up your thigh, getting closer to your panel covering. The stimulation is intoxicating and your desire for further intimacy overwhelms. You eagerly open up your panel to reveal your pulsing valve. Starscream smirked at your eagerness, grasping you before turning you around and pressing you against the tree trunk, your back facing him. He leans towards you, his lips brushing against your audio receptors, “Let me show you how it feels to be on the winning team.”
Starscream pinned one of your arms behind your back, whilst his other grasped your hip. His pressurized spike ejected from his panel and he slowly slid it inside your valve, careful not to be too quick as he wanted to savor you.
You couldn’t help but gasp as you took Starscream’s spike, the entry smooth as your valve was wet with anticipation. You mewled softly as you felt Starscream slowly roll his hips, filling you up further.
Starscream held you still as he began to increase the pace of his thrusts, his hips delivering slow but strong thrusts that pushed his length deep inside of you. He continued his pace for a while, before releasing your arm and moving his servo towards your valve, using his digits to stimulate your anterior node. As he heard you pant, he began to increase his thrusts inside your valve, getting close to his own release. As his thrusts increased, you began to moan loudly as your climax began to overtake you, waves of ecstasy crashing through your frame and flooding your mind.
With a few final thrusts, Starscream finally found his own climax, overloading his transfluid inside of your valve. The sound of heavy breathing filled the air, both yours and Starscream’s. As waves of pleasure slowly faded from the two of you, Starscream slowly laid you on the ground alongside him. “Well… Are you sure you don’t want to switch over to the winning team?”
As you struggled to catch your breath, you couldn’t help but chuckle at the seeker’s remark…
You would have more encounters with Starscream in the future. You were still an Autobot and were loyal to your team. The Autobots had even apologized for how they treated you before. Although you accepted their apology, that didn’t change your feelings for Starscream, and you would have many intimate rendezvouses with him.
Starscream was crafty though, and didn’t want to reveal your relationship. So if you weren’t able to easily sneak off to be with him, Starscream would just ‘kidnap’ you and leave the Autobots panicked while he made sweet sweet love to you…
