#petstuff

Pet Starscream:

He’s prissier than you could ever imagine. When you found out that he was going to be the pet for the night, you had expected to be able to play a little rougher with him than usual, but this is more or less the opposite of what you had in mind. 

Starscream is more of a cat than anything else. You can get his attention, and sometimes he’ll engage with you, but otherwise he mostly does his own thing and expects you to almost constantly be petting him. Not that the petting is a bed thing, not at all, in fact, it makes it easier to get him riled up.

Your servos smooth down his back as he lays half on top of and half next to you, your digits innocently sliding across his plating as his engine lets out low purrs. Slowly, and hopefully without him noticing, you being to dip the tips of your digits into sensitive seam gaps. Not rooting around in there, just running your digits along the inner edges of his plating as you pass the seams. It almost looks like you’re drawing a long, twisting line from seam to seam. He seems to catch on to your plans when he suddenly buries his heating face in your neck cabling.

Such a sensitive jet. You love moments like this. He needs to be in a certain submissive headspace for it, but you can make him overload with exclusively tactile play. Your digits find his wings next, slowly gliding along the edge of the ailerons. You feel his hot exvents against your neck and you know you can push a little bit further.

You use your leg to nudge him into straddling your thigh, and he quickly takes the cue and begins to grind his closed valve panel against you. Your digits pinched the edge of his wings and you feel his whole frame shudder against you, vents hitching and engine whining. He pushes into your touch and you can feel the energetic buzz of charge just under his plating as he overloads.

When he calms down he shifts, resting his helm on your chest and looks up at you. You lean down and press a kiss to his helm.

Pet Reader

Starscream loves to play with and take care of his pet, you can’t fault him for having different methods of doing so than you would expect.

Well, actually, most of it is in line with your expectations.

He loves to pamper you in the bath, and sometimes he’d put you in lingerie or cute pajamas to wear around the room after he’s gotten your plating to be sparkling. After he polishes and dresses you up, and made you look like you’ve never been outside in all the muck and filth it has to offer, you know what usually comes next.

He goes about his day, keeping himself occupied for a short while, leaving you to crawl and follow after him. Sometimes, if the time lines up, he’d give you your energon in a dish on the floor next to his seat at the table. One servo would be on your helm, constantly stroking you as you ate.

Then he’d take you back to the berthroom. Sometimes he’d start things, but normally it was up to you to nuzzle and nip at his neck cabling and get a little handsy with him to get him in the mood.

Once you’ve gotten him revved up, though, you can’t help but subconsciously brace yourself for what he does next. He’s always gentle and careful when he removes any clothing he’s put on you, but when he pushes you down on your hands and knees you feel like his claws are going to puncture your hip plating as he drives his spike into you.