#which starscream loves her butches too

[bucketwingthoughts]

Lesbian megastar where starscream is a hyper femme she/he lesbian and megatron is a she/her (occasionally they) butch but will occasionally be femme leaning because starscream encourages her and makes her feel like it's okay to explore that part of her.

But overall she likes being butch and that's what she's most comfortable and ofc starscream is fine with that he loves Megatron regardless of how she presents

[rawmeknockout]

beloved von can we get something about being lesbians w starscream i wanna be her butch so bad i want to hold her purse for her 🥺

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Usually it's a chore to be doted on. He's not the type of mech that enjoys someone hovering, prying, trifling with his personal affairs. Anyone caught treating him more softly or with greater irreverence than others in the upper ranks gets a sharp reprimand, if they aren't shot dead first. Starscream is the Second-in-Command, a strong and resilient mech. But... Surely, he can make an exception for you.

"Mm, how about this one?" He doesn't look back for your gaze, swiping the little holoscreen to display another potential color palette. He needs to look fierce, but beautiful. Strong and elegant. A good color palette will strike fear and stoke lust in his enemies.

"I think you look gorgeous in all of them, Star." He grunts at your lack of a decisive answer. Despite the fond nickname, Starscream doesn't correct you as he would Skywarp. You're different than his trinemate. He chances a glance at your face in the mirror, only to find those lovelorn human optics that are so familiar. If he were a greener mech, he would have flushed at the clear adoration, but he's skilled at keeping vulnerable feelings to himself.

He turns sharp on his thruster heel, stalking towards you like a panther, like a predator. You don't wince or cower back, though, far too used to Starscream's demeanor and mannerisms. This is his own form of gentle and loving; the softest he can manage. He slides into your lap, moving slow and graceful, his arms twining around your neck. He's even more lovely up close, the sharp lines of his face lit by the bright red light of his optics. You can't help the great care you take with tracing your fingers down his helm vents, the characteristic shape that is all Starscream. Your eyes could roam over his face for centuries and never tire of what they find.

"Don't think you can weasel out of giving me an answer," You give him that light sort of good-natured smile that has seldom in his life been directed at his actions or words. Starscream is well aware he's desired by many mechs, and yet, despite all his contempt for organics, he has only found comfort in you; ended up with you. You're strong, in your own way, far more dashing than most mechs he's met. And despite himself... He loves you. The words churn like a pit of acid in his tank, but he loves you. Which is why you get the privilege of bossing around Genericons and the low-ranking fodder. Why anyone who complains about a human being in charge of them gets four scoremarks across the faceplate. Even if he can't say what he feels, Starscream can put you in a reasonable position of authority.

You waffle for a choice on the color palette, eyes darting between Starscream's optics, his lips, the holoscreen, before pressing that wanting mouth to his. He supposes that's as good an answer as any.