Chapter 1: Glorified Therapy Cat (Megatron x reader)
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Summary: Reader becomes Megatron's glorified emotional support cat in denial
Reader's POV
Well, this isn't how I expected my Tuesday to go. One moment I'm backpacking in the mountains off trail and the next I get yoinked by a giant space robot thing and brought as some sort of stupid peace offering or something to its boss.
I was half expecting to be crushed right then and there, but instead here I sit on the arm of his throne a few months later.
Starscream was rambling on about plans or something as Megatron was trying his best to not yell at the poor mosquito lookin bastard, I'd tuned out his ramblings ages ago.
I look around, noticing Megatron wasn't paying attention to me, okay time for operation 'be a pain in Megatron's mega ass '…the name's a work in progress.
I scoot off the arm of his big ass chair throne thing onto the seat,dangling for a moment before falling on my ass from a good 5 ish feet, unfortunately catching Megatron's attention
"Now, what do you think you're doing, pet?" He interrupts Starscream and turns to me, I can see the mosquito's pissed off face from the corner of my eye
"Uh- stretching my legs?" I stand up trying to play it cool with a wary smile crossing my features. Megatron raises a brow (?) at my excuse explanation and raises a servo to shoo Starscream away. I swear I heard him mutter something on his way out but I can't be bothered to care when I'm actively being scooped up in a huge servo.
"Now…what made you think you'd be going anywhere, pet?" He holds me closer to his face to he can taunt me at 'eye-level'. I glance around trying to think of an excuse without looking at him directly.
"Uh….I don't exactly have an answer? Couldn't stand Screamer yapping, so I wanted out." I huff out.
he smirks down at me, "Ah yes, 'Screamer' is quite frustrating, is he not?" He raises his other servo to gently pet my head. He's been doing this so often I've just accepted this as a part of life, whether he does it as a comfort for me or him I couldn't say.
"Frustrating is a nice way to put it, you looked about ready to punch him this time." I mutter as I subconsciously relax, I'd never tell him to his stupid face….but it was nice being doted on sometimes….
Megafart's POV
It was quite amusing to watch this small human so willingly accept my attention, despite the tough front they'd put up. Though it was satisfying to slowly whittle away it his resolve over the past few months, slowly watching them get accustomed to my touch. At first I had loathed the notion of an organic being in my presence , insulted Starscream would even dare to present me with one, however…this one grew on me.
I run my digits through his hair, an action I've found a strange sense of comfort in. So soft, so fragile, yet he was completely at ease in my servo. I smirk moving a digit under their jaw, tilting his head up.
"If my optics don't deceive me, I'd say you're enjoying this." he stares at me, his little optics wide as he stutters an excuse.
"Psh! No, I'm just tired. Yeah, let's just go with that, okay?" Their optics dart around, their fleshy servos moving to push my digit away.
I humor their foolish excuse, moving to stand as they panic and hold onto my servo for balance. "Tired? Well then, I shall take you back to rest, its clearly been such a long and grueling day hasn't it?"
He tenses up as I start walking to my habsuite, there we will have more privacy, less prying optics.
Reader's POV
We were headed back to his room, great. And that's not entirely sarcasm.
I watch as we pass vehicons, who move around the ship like worker ants, doing a variety of tasks. Most of them minded their business, hoping to not incur Megatron's wrath. Which, oddly, had calmed down - at least toward the vehicons, can't say the same for the walking toothpick.
We arrive to his room, he sits down on his weird table bed. Setting me on his thigh, he gently strokes my hair again. Megatron confuses me, not because he's a giant robo warlord from space- well that too but how he's….been so gentle? I mean, I'm not complaining but it was a gradual change from a glorified parakeet to his therapy cat.
It was only a month into my stay when he first brought me to his room, not dropping his guard entirely. He continued his petting, guess I'm sort of proud that I can make a mech so full or rage so calm.
I sigh, really, given the circumstances I should be terrified or fighting against it more. However I guess being at war for so long- or being around Starscream- he's gained a pair of sharp eyes, he sees right through me 'tough guy' act. I can't help but melt into the affection, my touch starved ass needed contact, I look up at him his face is relaxed.
I guess this really isn't that bad
Chapter 2: Mermay pt 1 maybe
Summary:
ya know what pisses me off, all these x readers in mermay with NO MERMAID READER *hits you with the fish beam*
Notes:
Mermay Drabble cuz why not
Might continue if y’all think it’s fun or if I feel like it
I’m half sleep writing this so sorry lol
TFA x Merfolk reader
Mostly prowl tho in this installment
Note I’ll be describing mermaids as having little to no mammalian features, so ye. Any human bits or boobs are all covered in scales yippee
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Reader’s pov
High and dry, just the way I like it. It’s a nice summer day, perfect for relaxing outside. Sari and Bee were goofing around in an above ground pool that was hilariously large, Prowl was admiring some birds in the tree I was reading under, Optimus was chatting with Ratchet, and Bulkhead was painting to his spark’s content.
Everything was going well, until I hear the tell tale giggling of Sari and Bee.
I look up in time to see she’s armed herself with a stupidly state of the art water gun. “WATER FIGHT!” She takes aim and gets Optimus right in the back. Bee soon joining in splashing every bot in sight.
Uh oh, I jump to my feet and try to get behind the tree, but it’s too late . I feel the blast of cold water cascading down my side as I stumble for a few steps before falling face first into the grass and dirt.
Drat.
Prowl’s Pov
Bee and Sari have started chaos again, those two always seem to cause trouble. I watch as Reader jumps to their feet to make a break for it, it almost happens in slow motion as I see them get hit, stumble and fall down. I jump from my hiding spot to aid them.
It takes me a nano click to realize something is off. They seem fine but we’re muttering something to themself as they pushed their upper body up, I extend a servo to them. I quickly realize that my aid won’t be entirely helpful at this moment.
Their legs were gone. But not gone gone, in their place was a fish’s tail. Similar to that of a local species of freshwater fish. A yellow perch if I remember correctly. Nerd
“A-a little help. I’m a bit of a fish out of water at the moment” Reader rasps out.
“Oh, of course, one moment” I pick them up and usher them to the above ground water reserve Sari insisted we were to play in.
Sari and Bee’s jaws dropped “Holy crap! Reader’s a mermaid!?” Sari swam over to them as they shook off their now torn shorts and shirt. Revealing a scaled torso.
“Yay for me, I’m a fish, well it’s actually a long story but I wasn’t always like this. You ever seen H2O ,kid?” Reader takes a deep breath through gills on the sides by their ribs.
Sari tilts her head “H2O? Aren’t we swimming in that right now?”
“Okay that answers my question” they sigh.
At this point Optimus, Ratchet, and Bulkhead have gathered around to see what happened.
“By the allspark, kid, what did you do.” Ratchet says slightly accusatory at Reader
“More like what didn’t I do, I went for a swim like a month ago and boom, pretty cave, full moon, now I’m a fish.” They say as they chuck their discarded coverings out onto the grass. Their striped tail and fins glittering beneath the water’s surface.
I can’t help but think “Fascinating…” they turn to look at me. I said that out loud…didn’t I?
“Glad to see you find me fascinating nature boy.” They huff with a half smile.
“Well duh, anybot would find you fascinating! You’re like a weird fusion of a fish and a person!” Bee exclaimed, servo extending to touch a fin before being smacked away.
“No touchy”
It was gonna be a long solar-cycle, wasn’t it.
Notes:
Feel free to send me requests over on my tumbler @certifiedcybersimp
Chapter 3: No Bitchin in my Kitchen
Summary:
TFA, Reader is cooking , Bee wants to help but it doesn't go well. Reader is at the end of their patience from other reasons and accidentally takes it out on Bee, and feels horrid about it.
kinda fell of towards the end tbh
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I sigh as I place the final ingredient on the counter. Eggs, milk, sugar, tapioca flower, coconut milk, and butter, everything I needed to make some good 'ol butter mochi. I'd been working my ass off in college and work and thought this would be the perfect treat to make it all better.
Plus, Bee had been bothering me about how "human fuel" was made so I figured why not give him a demo, I man how bad could it be?
"So why are you adding so much of that white fuel?"
"They're two different types of milk, Bee."
"But why? They look the same to me."
"Bee if you could taste these…ugh never mind"
I huff as I continue to add the ingredients and getting ready to stir before bee interrupts me again "Can I help?"
I look up at him then back to the bowl and sigh "If you promise not to make a mess." I glance at the makeshift kitchen "More of a mess…"
He smiles and takes the bowl "SO…What do I do? does this go right in the oven?"
"No, Bee, we gotta mix the ingredients then we put it in a greased and lined pan and THEN we put it in the oven" I hand Bee a spatula that looks comically tiny in his servo.
"Oh, man that's too many steps. Organic fuel is so time consuming."
"Do you want to help or not?"
"Jeeze, sorry boss-man, who knew you were such a hard-aft about this." He huffs as he starts mixing. I turn to preheat the oven.
SPLAT
I snap back toward Bee to see the now half empty bowl being fumbled between his servos as I look between this juggling act and the contents on the floor.
"son of A BITCH!" I throw my oven-mit to the floor "This is why I NEVER ask for help in the kitchen! Its always fun and dandy then half of my treat is on the floor!!!"
Bee pov
I wince as Reader yells, he typically isn't this mad about stuff….I screwed up.
"U-um hey, I can just put it back in the bowl right? Then it can go in the other oven bowl?"
"NO. Don't even try that- I…." he sighs taking a breath to calm down, they're shaking a bit "I..I'm sorry I yelled Bee….Let's just salvage this and see what we get…"
He follows the rest of the motions in silence, re-lining a new smaller pan , pouring the organic fuel, and setting the timer. I stand awkwardly as he finishes and starts cleaning up, their face scrunched up in frustration. If it weren't directed at me- I'd say its cute. I snap out of my thoughts when I hear him sigh.
"Look, Bee, I really shouldn't have yelled like that," he runs a hand through his hair "I just- I get defensive over food I like, especially if its one of my safe foods…I'm…still getting used to eating anything- willingly." Reader looks down a bit ashamed.
I walk closer to him and kneel down, unsure of how to handle this. "Hey- Its no problem Reader, I've been yelled at for much less than this. I'm not upset!" I say to try and reassure him.
"I know and that's why I feel bad for yelling!" He frowns. He goes quiet for a minute before he finds his words."You don't deserve it half the time."
"And the other half?" I raise an optic ridge, a small smile on my faceplate.
"…no comment" He looks away, trying to hide a smile of their own.
I stand up straight "So, safe foods, is there a safe food market we get those at?"
Reader takes a moment, staring at me, I was about to ask him if i said something wrong before he burst into a fit of little giggles. "N-no, Bee, there is not a - pfft- safe food market. That would be amazingly convenient though." He sighs "Most of my safe foods have to be cooked and are a pain to get pre made, from a very specific restaurant, or frozen, so it depends on what I need and have access to at that time.But I appreciate the thought, Bee…"
"I'm still sorry for yelling though…"
"Stop saying sorry!"
"But I'm sorry!!"
I exvent and pick him up, holding him from under their arms "Nuh-uh, no more being sorry, I messed up your special thing and I'm gonna fix it, and you're gonna stop being sorry." Reader looks at me with furrowed brows, heh, he kinda looks like one of those long cute fluffy things.
"Now tell me your safe food stuffs and I'll see what I can get for ya, so you can hang around base with us more!"
"Okay…."
Chapter 4: Alt mode? More like- uh nap mode! Heh, gotem. (TFP Optimus x GN!reader)
Notes:
A/N: Still a bit new to TFP continuity so if anything is OOC I apologize, also gonna try leaning away from gender neutral but clearly fem in writing- kinda sick of it tbh
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Optimus was on patrol today and of course you, being sick and tired of the monotony of the base, ask to accompany him. Patrol went on for hours, most of which you spent being totally observant in pointing out cool looking rock formations and holding pleasant conversation.
It was nearing midnight when Optimus turned around to return to base, he was about to inform you before realizing it had been unusually quiet for some time. Angling his rear view mirror he sees you slumped over sound asleep.
He takes a moment to comprehend the sight of you sleeping so soundly, feeling a small touch of pride seeing you felt so safe around him. The gentle rise and fall of your chest putting him at ease for once, a brief thought of taking you back to his habsuite to keep you by his side and maybe get a proper recharge cycle passed though his processor.
No, he couldn't, that'd be utterly selfish. He brushes those thoughts away, though the desire to hold you close sticks close to his spark. Wanting to hold your soft little body close to his spark, to feel the beat of your heart- no Optimus, stop that, they're human and you're meant to protect them, not fawn over them selfishly like a sparkling.
He quietly sighs, these thoughts were conflicting. He cared for you, yes, but is it truly more than platonic? You were kind, energetic, and always offered odd human perspectives to any issues you thought could help. You always scolded him and Ratchet for not taking care of themselves stating many times,
"If you can't take care of yourself, how will you take care of others, let us help you."
He feels a warm hum flood his spark, you were truly a compassionate one. His processor runs in circles, thinking about how sweet it would be to hear small praises come from you, then reeling back and trying to contain those selfish thoughts. Before he knew it he had returned to base, Ratchet stood at his station monitoring for traces of Decepticons.
His old friend turned to him, greeting him with a curt nod "I take it patrol went smoothly?"
Optimus carefully transformed, cradling you in his servo for a moment before quietly walking over to gently set you down on the couch. He watched with a small smile as your face scrunched up before rolling over to get more comfortable.
"Figures they'd be asleep" Ratchet mutters
Optimus turns to him "Maybe we should take a note from them and get some rest ourselves, old friend."
Ratchet's race scrunches up about to say something before sighing "Alright…"
His old friend turns to enable the monitoring system Raf had configured for them after you had practically begged the child to help in your 'nefarious plan to get workaholics to take care of themselves'. He smiles at the memory of you and Raf triumphantly showing off the system to them before you stated to shoo the two of them to rest.
Optimus turns to your resting form before pulling a blanket over you and heading to recharge. You truly had him wrapped around your small finger, and you probably didn't even know it.
Chapter 5: Sunny Side Up (Sunstreaker x Fem reader)
Summary:
Sunstreaker tries to get reader's attention, but reader is dense as a tungsten cube <3
this is a gift for a friend, and also this may be VERY OOC because I know fuck all about Sunstreaker.
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Sunstreaker sat in his habsuite with his helm in his servos. How long had it been, two- no three deca-cycles. Three deca-cycles of trying win her attention. None of his usual tricks worked, is there some way organics flirt that he's not privy too. He groans in frustration, this kind of stuff was so much easier of Cybertron.
Earlier in the orbital-cycle he'd seen Reader hanging around outside the Ark after returning from scouting with Sideswipe. Drifting to a manageable speed and transforming gracefully as he greeted her with his usual bravado. Her only reaction was a short 'wow' before greeting him and his twin. Usually a stunt like that would have had a lady swooning. He pretended that your lack of reaction to his fabulous entrance didn't hurt as the three of you started casual conversation.
A few cycles later he'd invited her to spectate a race between him and Jazz, she had to notice him now. His superior speed and panache was unmatched! She had agreed to meet them and Sideswipe ended up tagging along too, claiming that someone had to officiate it. Fantastic. At Sideswipe's signal the race began, Sunstreaker sped off at break neck pace. He made sharp turns, drifted where he thought made his paint job catch perfectly in the sun, surely this would get her fawning over him.
Reader cheered as the race went on and applauded at its end.
"That was epic! Thanks for inviting me Sun, we should invite more racers next time!" ouch.
Okay new plan, be forward. Clearly gestures aren't getting through to her, so direct flirting it is.
You were sitting in the Ark working on some fun hobby you'd picked up when Sunstreaker saunters up to you, leaning on the table you're working on.
"So, sweetspark, are you doing anything later?" He leans close with a smirk, observing what you're doing.
"Oh, I'm just gonna go home after I finish this up. Its movie night with the girls." His smirk falters a bit as he mutters a quiet "ah, I see" before he clears his throat.
"Well, how about tomorrow you and me go out for a drive, just the two of us?" He suggests.
"That sounds fun, but didn't you say you don't like humans in your interior though?" Tilting your head as he tenses for a moment.
"Ah well, you're an exception, sweetspark." Oh, is he saying what you think he's saying.
"I didn't know you though of me so highly Sun"
"Well, obviously I li-"
"I'm so happy you think of me as a close friend!"
You get the slight inclination that you've said something wrong as Sunstreaker takes a deep breath before continuing with a strained smile,
"Yes… one of my closest…friends."
The two of you talk about the plan tomorrow before Sunstreaker seems to sulk off to his room. He's probably just tired.
This song and dance continues for three whole deca-cycles before Sideswipe becomes sick of his brother's shit. He walks into Sunstreaker's habsuite determined to get his brother out of this pathetic losing streak. Sunstreaker was on his berth helm in servos as he mopes, which was not at all like him.
"Sun-"
"Get out of my room!" Sunstreaker snaps.
"I'm trying to help you dumaft!"
"Yeah? Well I've tried everything, I'm starting to think she doesn't like me…" He puts his helm back in his servos
"Sun, look at me. How about you just, oh I don't know, TELL HER FLAT OUT." Sideswipe says frankly.
Sunstreaker opens his intake to respond in some pessimistic way before pausing. He can practically see the gears turn in Sunstreaker's helm as realization dawns upon him.
"Oh. Oh for frag's sake"
Sunstreaker swaggers up to you as you arrive at the Ark. He barely gives you a moment to greet him before he blurts out.
"Reader, I like you." You smile
"Awe, I like you too, You're such a great friend to hang around with." He sighs.
"No, I like you. I've been flirting with you for the past three deca-cycles."
You stare blankly up at him for a minute, and he's worried he may have been too forward. and that's crazy coming from him.
"You've been flirting with me?!" You shout in bewilderment. Oh Primus, you genuinely didn't know, did you?
"Yes, but it seemed like I wasn't doing enough."
"You were flirting with me, and I didn't notice?" You looked to him slack jawed before covering your face.
"Oh god, this is embarrassing." You muttered
He sighs in relief, a warm smile crossing his faceplate.
"At least I wasn't doing anything wrong. If I'd known how impervious you were to my attempts to make you swoon, I'd have been more blunt with you sooner."
You were still wrapping your head around how you'd missed the, now in hindsight, blatant attempts at flirting with her.
"So, do I win a date or?"
"L-like a friend date, or a date date?" You half smile
Sunstreaker sighs and shakes his head "And this is why I love you."
Chapter 6: A mouthfull of trouble (KOBD x GN reader)
Summary:
Summary: y/n and knockout are getting frisky while Breakdown's in the (willing) cuck chair, Knockout wants some good head but y/n is trying to gently suggest otherwise.
tags: crack treated seriously, sorta valveplug, reader can't give head, small mouth gang, attempted valve eating, KOBD+the freakay ass human they found in a hole, idiots in love, KO and reader bein small and freakay, gagging, mentions of vomit, KO kinda ruins the mood.
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Your hands roam over Knockout's gorgeous frame, a privilege only one other has. Said other is sat in an oversized desk chair as he watches the two of you, one servo gently teasing his already pressurized spike.
You press kisses to Knockout's frame, slowly trailing down from his face to his modesty panels. Rubbing gentle circles into the sensitive seams in his thighs you look up to meet his optics.
"Mind if I have a taste, love?"
Knockout shudders as you place a kiss on his modesty panel hiding his sweet valve from you, its cute how he tries to act all in charge and suave when all he wants to do is melt into the gentle caresses.
"Actually…" He starts, you hear the sound of a very different panel opening as you view of him is obscured by his pressurized spike, "I was thinking you could try something new."
Looking between Knockout's impressive spike and said bot, you steeled your nerves and tentatively gripped the base and gestured to a point not even midway down.
"Alright, but don't expect me to get past here." You say flatly.
"Oh? You never know dear, I've learned humans are quite…malleable." He purrs as you furrow your brows at him.
"Knockout, darling, light of my life, if anything- and I mean ANYTHING- touches the back of my throat I will barf." Your scrunched up face seemed to get the message through to him, but just in case Breakdown says his two cents.
"I'd listen to them, dear. Wouldn't want your finish to get all…gross…" Breakdown fumbles his words a bit trying not to be offensive towards his tiny partner.
"Yes, yes, I get it." Knockout dramatically sighs as he brings a servo to cup your chin.
"I'll play nice."
You quirk a brow, an odd feeling not quite sitting well with you, but you elect to ignore it as you go to lick a stripe from the base of Knockout's spike to the tip. Making sure you give his stunning red biolights extra attention as you lavish his spike with sloppy kisses, slowly trailing your way to the tip before taking it into your mouth.
You can only manage about three to four inches before you know you're as far as you can safely go. Glancing up at Knockout as he tangles his digits in your hair, you set a steady pace as you work what you can't fit with your hand. And for awhile, Knockout enjoys the warmth of your mouth, cooing praises and promises of what's to come.
Then on one downward stroke, Knockout fists your hair and shoves a few more inches of his spike into your mouth. The reaction is instant as you gag on the intrusion and shoot up coughing and gagging. You cover your mouth as Knockout looks on in horror before shoving you back.
"Oh not, do NOT purge your tanks on me interface panel I swear to Primus!"
You only glare at him through your recovering retches as Breakdown struggles not to laugh.
"You asshole," you rub your throat as you try to talk with varying levels of success, "I TOLD you that would happen."
He has the audacity to look offended before pouting, "I thought you could handle it like other humans seem to!"
"But they did tell you, and what did we say about using human interface videos as a point of reference?" Breakdown butted in, walking over to check on you.
"Yeah, that's it I'm putting my pants back on" Huffing as you stand up and walk to your little corner of the berth much to Knockout's chagrin and Breakdown's amusement.
"Wait, no! I'll be better this time!" Knockout pouts.
"You had your chance, I'm tagging out, if you want head ask Breakdown."
Chapter 7: Better than Paracetamol (G1 Optimus Prime x Fem Reader)
Summary:
ASK: Bro, can I have Optimus sleepy snuggles after a long day doing.. whatever it is he does normally while female reader is on her period and has been snuggled up all day on the berth and he just now got a chance to pamper her and show her some love.
ags: period comfort, tooth rotting fluff, afab reader with she/her pronouns, *points* this is targeted /hj, optimus is gonna fight periods for hurting women /j, Optimus being the hottest man ever, He loves his wife, technically not wife *yet* but practically you are his wife, he will consider robing a store for chocolate or her other cravings for her, but he won't, no beta we die like my 2010 honda civic.
A/N: I haven't had a period in over a year atp (thanks to babyn't, i am not pragnant nor on hrt) so I'm mostly writing on the distant memory of agony. (funny i said this then like a month later i was accursed)
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Fourteen hours, thirty minutes, and forty-two seconds. That's how long Optimus had been away from his dearest Y/n. It pained him to leave you all by yourself earlier that morning, but duty calls. He made sure you had some of what you told him were, and he quotes, "The bare essentials to survive this curse upon my mortal flesh." Though when he had shown concern over this you'd brushed him off with a dismissive wave and sent him off.
He'd assumed you would have been fast asleep by the time he finally got back to his habsuite, but there you were awake as ever and shivering under your mountain of pillows and blankets.
Optimus slowly walks to his berth to sit down by your side. He graces his servo over your side as you curl into yourself more.
"Have you eaten well today, drank appropriate amounts of water, or taken your pain medications?" He asks as he begins to slowly remove you from your burrito of blankets.
"…I had some food…pain meds suck and…water…no, and before you ask, yes I got a fresh pad." You mumble and squirm out of your burrito, it was both too hot and too cold.
Optimus shakes his head, he loves you so much, but just wishes you'd take care of your wonderful self. While he can't make you take any pain medicine, he can help you where he can. He reaches to his desk to grab the small bottle of water for you, which you happily take.
"Had a long day out there?"
"Longer than you can imagine without you, dear." You can feel his sheer adoration for you seep through his words as he takes the bottle and returns it to its place on the desk. He scoops you into his warm arms and settles the two of you into a comfortable position.
You shift in his hold to reach maximum comfort, being in his metal arms shouldn't feel this comfortable, but you'd be lying if you said it wasn't. Optimus retracts his battle mask to plant a kiss atop your head, how'd you get so lucky?
You've got a whole space ship full of friends, a loving boyfriend, what else could you want? One of Optimus' warm servos rubs at your side, a silent gesture he's picked up after realizing that you did tend to use him like a living heating pad to ask if you needed the toasty comfort. You grab his servo and place if over your stomach with a sigh of relief at the heat and gentle ministrations of his thumb on you belly.
Exhaustion finally setting in as your small body as all the discomfort of they day is washed away by Optimus' loving embrace. He smiles down at you as you finally drift off to sleep.
"Goodnight, Sweetspark, well… "
Chapter 8: This little piggy went to market (shitpost) (TFP Starscream x GN reader)
Summary:
Summary: y/n is just chilling without socks on for apparently the first time around Starscream. And for some reason he thinks its the most interesting thing. y/n…not so much.
tags: crack , no this isn't foot fetish stuff, i just saw one post here about it and thought this would be silly to write, because they don't have toes, plus i think its funny to point at Starscream and say he likes feet lol, is it a fetish or is it just like-fascination in different anatomy? they/them pronouns for reader and no visual descriptors aside from features most humans have. No beta we die like my self respect.
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You were relaxing on your couch on a way too hot summer's day, Starscream said he'd join you at around 1pm. You'd taken the liberty to rid yourself of as much clothing as decently possible when you have a guest coming over.
You roll over onto your stomach to scroll through your phone when you hear a knock at your door.
"If your a scrawny robotic space turkey, the door's open!" You shout as you continue to read your notifications and kick your feet slightly.
You hear Starscream let out an exasperated sigh as he opens the door,
"I thought I told you to quit referring to me as such organic earth filth, Fleshie."
"And I told you to stop calling me a fleshie it sounds gross, so until you stop, I won't stop" You enunciate the last three words with deft leg kicks and head taunts.
He mumbles something you can't quite catch under his breath as he closes the door. You're sure he's on about not taking orders from something so weak again or something.
As he strides over to you he opens his mouth to vent about his day as usual before you hear it audibly shut. You turn your head quirking a brow, that's odd, he never willingly shuts himself up. He's looking at something with rapt fascination, you follow his gaze and…no fucking way.
"Star, what are you doing?" You ask trying so hard not to crack up.
"Why do your pedes look…weird." He leans a tad closer as he pokes the sole of our foot with his taloned servo.
"Dude!" You jolt back, that tickled! He stands straight almost as startles as you were, eyes wide and a look of horror on his face.
"Primus, please tell me these aren't another one of your strange intimate human parts?" His disgust almost sounds forced.
"Pfft, only if you got the freak like that," he snaps to look at you "well, typically they're not, so no need to worry your sorry little head."
If he could physically look any more offended, he would. He may not understand what he should be offended over, but he is.
He huffs as he makes himself comfortable in the char you've designated for him to use, yes his pointy ass has poked holes in the plush covering but he seems content with the foreign softness.
You roll your eyes at Starscream's little hissy fit, sometimes you find them almost endearing , sometimes.
Reaching to grab the remote from the floor you stretch your leg a bit for balance before flicking on the cheesy rom-com Star comes over to see. Because clearly he can't watch it back on his evil space ship, toxic masculinity vibes or something, or xenophobia…probably both to a degree.
Usually his eye's would be glued to the screen as he made commentary, but he's been oddly silent. You glance over your shoulder, and lo and behold, he's been staring at you. Not just you, your god damn feet.
"Take a picture feet boy, it'll last longer."
Starscream damn near chokes at the nickname
"Don't call me that!"
"What? Is that your username on feet finder?"
"I don't even know what that it but shut up!"