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Sub!Starscream x Bot!Reader HCs
Part 1 of PDAS
Warnings? None
This took far too long to churn out cause tumblr and me have been in a wrestling ring for the past few days anyways- this is a series I wanted to make that explores PDA with subscream. It shall be named PDAS.
Nicknames.
Starscream isn’t a big fan of PDA.. not because he doesn’t like it, but because he sucks at it. If he isn’t good with showing or talking about his emotions- what makes you think he is gonna be good at being sweet? Well.. publicly at least.
Don’t get him wrong! He likes it. He really does! He is just nervous. The only thing is, in the halls of the nemesis or on a mission with others nearby? He will become a sputtering mess of hot air. Please don’t do it in front of Megatron.
Starscream just gets flustered easily. His faceplates feel hotter than a stove when you hit him with a sweet nickname.
What kind of nicknames you might wonder? Well for him to you there are some to choose from; “Darling.” Is very cheesy to him and somewhat repulsive as it reminds him of how fleshies call their mates “Shmuckums honey booboo bear.” And.. yeah no. Yuck. Yet sometimes.. he tests it out just to see if he still doesn’t like it. When he says “Dear” it just sounds and feels like he is trying to sound super proper and more of a pompous aft than he already is. At least that’s what he thinks. He uses “Subject.” When he needs a little ego boost though. It just slips off his glossa so naturally and he finds it pleasing when you look towards him so expectantly. Sometimes he skips formalities and just says “Idiot.” But it’s never out of malice.. usually.
You two both use “Sweetspark.” Interchangeably, as it is a fairly common and simple nickname.
For you to him? You use a plethora of whatever comes out your dermas. A few that makes his wings flutter so sweetly are; “My love.”, “My stars/Starshine” or “My Commander.” PHEW! The last one has his chassis humming and his neck cables tickling with how much it affects his internal temperature. An important detail to notice is how all of these nicknames refer to having some form of ownership over him.
Please don’t say anything in the middle of a meeting.. or somewhere with anyone other than him and him only. He would have stiff shoulders and a scowl on his faceplates while simultaneously tying to control his wings from fluttering happily. I’d like to think his wings are similar to a dog’s tail when showing emotion.
If you do use it in front of others? By the time you two are left alone he is rambling on how “Unprofessional!” And “Disruptive!” You are while having his wings twitch behind him. Don’t worry though, you can quell it with some physical affection.. what kind..?
Another little thingy! Starscream would fosho think he is doing such a good job at fragging (if he even got to) Constant praise would fuel him, though I doubt he’d last long enough sadly..
The Other would be like “oh now’s it’s getting good” and then Starscream finishes on the spot leaving them feeling frustrated and having to take matters into their into their own servos to try and get themselves off. Starscream would have his ego bruised, battered, and sliced into bits when their partner don’t finish as fast as him.
[TFP] ♡ "BELIEVE SO" Starscream NSFW 02
asnibfibabib I HAVE THIS EXACT SAME HEADCANON IN THIS SET OF HCs HAHAHAHAAHA WE THINK ALIKE TWIN... you are so real... you get my subscream agenda sooooo well oughhghghhhh this is why you're twin
scenario: he disappoints you...
prev: part 1
"Come on! Mmm..." You throw your helm back as Starscream strikes that spot, his spike pulsating in your fluttering walls, he groans. Servos trying their hardest to hold onto your frame. You own servos are on his back, caressing his large pair of wings, holding onto the edge and being mindful not to grip too hard.
"You're doing so well..." You coo out beneath him, facing him as he keeps thrusting his length into you, your stabilizing servos wrapped around his thin waist. You're clenching too damn hard! Starscream worries he may not last that long but, he remains confident in his abilities-
After that wonderful show you put up and the bridge for him yesterday, Starscream decided to reward you for being so compliant and obedient. As if you didn't find seeing him fall apart like that rewarding in and of itself but who were you to refuse your flyboy toy? Especially after he left you so worked up.
So here you are, on your berth, Starscream's frame on top of your own as his controlled pace starts to slowly fall apart. The velvety walls of your valve pulling him deeper, callipers holding down on him like you're trying to milk him out of all the fluid he has. His servos dig into your hip struts, sure to leave dents.
His vents sputter as he moves rougher, his flight engine purring with every pleasure sound that leaves your vocalizer--- To him, they're praise. Praise of the highest form, an admission that you're enjoying this as much as he is. It means even more so than your words. And right now, he can hear them. How you're getting closer, the way your fans & vents hasten beneath him. You're drawing to the edge.
All it does is make his motions more feverish, rough and disoriented as he gets sloppy. Your stabilizers tightening around his hip struts as you try to meet his movements.
"G-Get it together, Star!" You whine as he goes deeper. Your digits beginning to dig into the edge of his wings making him whimper. His spike striking a sensor cluster that had you moaning loud.
Your servos gripping onto the edge of his wings slide down, caressing the middle section and he moans. Starscream is trying to put his act together! How is he going to keep it together if you're being so... so... Starscream lacks the word for it! Are you trying to-!
Without warning, your servo grazes one of his sensitive seams as your servo slides across his wings, caressing them as you leave your marks on his neck cables, the insulation bearing small compressions from your denta.
Starscream falls apart with a whimper, throwing his helm back as he drives his spike as deep as he can, crying out as he overload's hard inside you. Spike twitching as spurts of transfluid sweep into you. You whine as your impending overload is ruined due to his early collapse. The Seeker's servos tremble as he holds onto your frame, taking a moment to recover. Processor hazed by the surge of charge in his frame, wings flaring up.
The room is now filled with just the sounds of you two panting, you're still needy beneath him. Left unsatisfied. You grit your denta... You were so damn close! Couldn't he keep it together for just a bit longer!? Your frustration sweeps into your words.
"...that was your reward!?" You hiss out, a slight pout on your faceplates as you glare at him, left unsatisfied as his transfluid dribbles out of your valve. You're not happy at all, disappointed from the looks of it and as soon as his mind clears, he realizes what had happened.
His face is even hotter now, the metal radiating heat from sheer embarrassment. His wings flutter down as he thinks of what happened. Its... Its not his fault! Right?
"Its- Its not my fault you felt too good!" He hisses back, hoping that would put you in your place but clearly, you're unamused. He can see the need in your optics. He feels a part of his pride crumble, looking away from you for a moment as he remains sheathed in you. Starscream knows that its his own inability, but he won't admit it. He feels so embarrassed... This is somehow beyond humiliating. And worst part is, he isn't sure if he has it in him to go at it again! He had a rather tiresome day today, this was just one of many disappointments of this solar cycle-
"Too bad because you're not leaving until I get that reward." You say, loosening your stabilizers around his hip struts. There's that... deviousness in your optics he doesn't trust...
I’m a firm believer that who ever is his little fragbuddy/lover will feed into his delusions. Example; Starscream in the command room getting his spike licked up and down and fondled by the other. Starscream might think he is in charge cause he is the one in the chair and getting head.. but let’s be honest..
Other has his digit wrapped around Starscream for sure. With every little tug, kitten lick, and swirl, Starscream is leaving claws marks all over his desk. STARSCREAM THINKS HE SO ALPHA BUT HE IS A LITTLE BITCH.
[TFP] ♡ "BELIEVE SO" Starscream NSFW 01
OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH BROTHER YOU ARE SOSOSOSOSOSOOOOOO REAL... YKW freaky special cause i need this ugh you've put this in my head now---
scenario: giving him some action on the throne
NSFW under the cut! MDNI!
Starscream's taloned digits dig into the armrests, his back struts curving into an arch every time your glossa moves to the underside of his spike.
"Mmph- Ohh..." He sighs, trying to keep it down. With Megatron gone and The Nemesis under his command, he is free to do as he pleases. Lord Starscream had dismissed the Vehicons away however, he does not want to alert anyone who could be walking past the corridors. Your optics look upwards, teasing as you drag your glossa from the base to the duct, the tip of your glossa collecting some of his pre-fluids.
Your servos hold him in place, Starscream is very responsive. His vents are practically blasting out hot air (much like his vocalizer does), wings fluttering just like the walls of valve you've left untouched so far--- Lubricant and charge oozing out onto the seat of the throne, glistening under the lighting as if its begging for your attention.
"F-Faster!" He moans out, your glossa swirling around his spike as you take just the tip into your intake, teasingly sucking him. He's trying to buck his hips up, face full flushed in desperation as he's chasing his own high.
"Fine." You sigh, pretending to care about his order. It seems to make him happy with the way he's smiling, you like making him think he has any control here... like he wouldn't fall apart in an instant if you wished. You could make him beg, make him whine but for once, you chose not to. He's been good. Less argumentative. So you might as well reward him.
You take more of his spike into your intake, bobbing your helm up and down as you suck, optics occasionally looking up to see the mess you've made of him. Heavily panting and the noises he makes... Its making your own equipment strain against its panelling. You can taste the pre-fluid dribbling out of the duct of his spike as you continue, his fans on full blast. Groaning when the tip of your glossa grazes against that duct, his spike twitches in your intake as you continue, getting him closer and closer to that sweet, sweet edge. He's doing a terrible job at lowering his volume.
Your servo lets go of the base of his spike, the other having an iron grip on his waist as you take the entire length into your intake and the Seeker practically squeals. He's biting down hard on his lower derma as his spike is given attention. Your free servo moves to his unattended valve, thumb grazing against the folds making him shudder, back struts jolting up straight as a loud moan rips through his processor.
"Do it! D-Do it! hAH..." He commands, trying to wiggle his hip closer to your teasing digit as you continue with his spike. You look up at him with an innocent look, as if you have no idea what he means. Thumb moving to circle his blinking node, biolights flashing faster as he gets nearer and he whimpers. Empty valve clenching over nothing as his spike throbs in your intake. His back struts curving up.
You pull your intake away from his spike, a string of oral lubricant connecting the two of you. You kiss the duct, peppering soft kisses all over the tip. His servo might crush the armrest at this rate.
"Do what, Lord Starscream?" You ask innocently, his wings flare up. Primus, you might be the death of him... That damn tone... He clicks his glossa on the top of his intake as if he's annoyed, like you're not about to make him drool from the corner of his intake. The way you call him lord has butterflies in his tanks, only adding onto that knot...
"Do I need to spell it out?" He hisses out, holding back the moan that nearly left him as you kiss the tip again. Your other servo hovering above his valve.
By the Allspark, you look so gorgeous like this. On your knees, before him on his throne and taking orders so well. You're actually listening to him here. Even if you're being unbearably playful. And the Air Commander can see how you're enjoying pleasuring him. The gleam in your half lidded optics, the bedroom eyes you're giving him... He might overload at the mere sight-
You nod, a painfully innocent looking nod. Like you have no idea what you do to him. It excites him in a way, the way you act like a clueless bot for him to command.
"I can't know what you want me to do unless you tell me." You murmur in a sing-song tone, keeping up his façade of control in this moment as you kiss the underside of his spike, trailing kisses down to the base. The appendage twitching beneath your ministrations.
"I-I..." You're his to command... He shouldn't feel embarrassed at asking you to do something for him! He has control here! Starscream shakes his helm for a moment. Putting on a sterner tone, you've given him some time to recompose himself.
"I want you to suck my spike and... and pleasure my valve." He tries not to choke out those words, you smile.
"As you command." Your optics shift back onto his array, there's a hunger in your optics. It entices him and... does worry him but his processor is far too clouded with need at the moment.
Without another word, you take his spike coated with your oral lubricant back into your intake. Your free servo moving to his valve, a thumb by the hardened nub and two digits gently parting his valve lips, coaxing callipers open as his lubricant and charge coats them.
At this point, the entire warship must be aware what is happening at the bridge with the loud cry he lets out, his back arching. Your helm bobs on his spike quicker, glossa swirling around his tip, taking the entirety of his need into the back of your intake. A string of pleasured noises leaves his vocalizer.
Your thumb presses down on his node and his servos move away from the armrest, opting to use your helm as a support. His noises slowly turning into incoherent blabber. You digits move deeper into his valve, rougher. There's a mess of charge and lubricant beneath his array, you curl your digits and his talons are practically leaving dents on your helm. Your face is practically pressing against his array now as you take all of him, nasal ridge right against the edge of the suction seal of his spike housing.
Your digits press down against the sensor clusters on the lining of his valve, moving deeper and stretching him out. He nearly chokes when he feels a third digit slide its way in. Digits moving rougher with more of his moans, the whine that leaves him when you find that sweet spot within him is like music to your audios. Your digits ruthlessly strike at that point over and over, yearning a melting, needy Starscream.
He sobs, he can't take it anymore! He needs to overload or he fears he might offline this instant! Damn you! You're... You're too good at pleasuring him! And it was like you knew exactly what he needed, optics looking up at him with mischief as you draw the digits out of his valve and pinch his node.
The overload hits him harder than Megatron could ever. His vocalizer practically glitching out as he groans, definitely from how he's overheating. His wings perk up high. His spike throbs in your intake and you're quick to take it out, his transfluid spurting onto your face instead. His valve drizzling out fluid onto the seat. He groans as his hazy crimson optics land upon the sight of your face covered in his transfluid, licking your digits clean from the transfluid of his valve. your optics glued right into his and its... its driving him insane. You're so... shamelessly erotic! How is he to resist you! He whines when you place a final kiss on the duct of his spike.
He pants hard, leaning his full weight against the throne. He looks up at the ceiling for a moment as he tries to compose himself. He swore he saw stars. He looks back down at you, the state of you. His transfluid on your face and you look like you want to keep pleasuring him. Like you're giving him full command at it makes him smile.
You can tell he thinking he's in control here, you would've laughed but not today.
"Permission to clean up?" You ask teasingly as he continues to pant, fans slowing down a bit. Your derma on his messy valve lips, coated with his transfluid. You give a playful lick, taking in some of his transfluid into your intake in the process. Optics locked onto him. He shudders, suppressing the whine.
He lets out a deep ex-vent and chuckles, as if you're the insatiable one. As if he didn't seek you out to come to the bridge just for this.
The little hamster in my brain won’t stop running on its wheel so I’m gonna just spill it out. :p
Starscream likes his wings being pulled. He wouldn’t dare admit it. Not on his dead frame. He would rather eat his own T-cog than say he needs to be manhandled.
But he needs it.
He needs his partner to curl their digits around his wings joints. He needs his partner to squeeze and knead his plates. He needs his partner to fondle and spread them out to their full span. He needs them to be pulled. It just drives him up the wall. I believe to the point he does it to himself when self servicing.
He could be three digits deep into his valve components and spreading himself out, while simultaneously reaching back to give soft tugs at his sensitive wing joints. He’d be hissing and gritting his dentae while throwing his helm back all while gripping his own hinge with an iron grip.
That brings up the question. What about his alt mode?
While possibly on a mission and he just so happens to be resting in his alt-mode, and you approach? If you lay on digit on his wing base he would curl into himself. Wouldn’t show it, maybe not even acknowledge you.. but his tanks are churning with butterflies as you drag a pad across the seams of his wings. That would guarantee you a one way trip to the berth room for perhaps a gentle preening, or a rough and sensual pulling.
Thanks @therobotsarestuckinmyhead for making me suck up my doubts and being my twin fr
