High-Grade (Starscream x Reader) TFP

“Stupid recon missions.”

Growls, mutters and curses could be heard echoing throughout the canyon, as you scanned the surround area for signs of energon deposits.

“Do you think I want to be here any more than you do?” The sour lieutenant trudged beside you, wings twitching in irritation.

You rolled your optics, not completely understanding why Megatron had sent you with Starscream; he knew you two didn’t get along well.

Your own wings flicked his shoulder, and he glared at you, opening his mouth to retort, when you forced him to look in front of him.

His mouth instead opened in awe as he gazed at the giant cavern entrance that you had stumbled upon. “I’m detecting multiple energon signatures, we should investigate.”

He shot you a worried look, “O-Or we could just report our findings to Lord Megatron, a-and then he could send in a team to run further tests!”

Your features slid up in a sly smile as you observed the taller mech, “Oh, so the great Starscream is afraid of enclosed spaces hm?”

His red optics narrowed, “Must I remind you who is lieutenant here? We will do as I say, and return to the ship!”

You smirked, stepping closer, “And must I remind YOU, what happened the last time you returned to Megatron empty handed…?”

He winced, and growled at you in frustration. After a moment of staring at you, he threw up his servos, “Fine! But if anything happens, I’m blaming you!”

You laughed, and led the way into the cave, “Stop being such a baby.” The cavern echoed with his grumbling.


“I better be getting some high-grade for doing this mission…” Now it was your turn to complain as you nicked your paint job for the third time.

Starscream smirked at your fussing, before imitating you, “Stop being such a baby.” You glared at him, before turning away, and continued drilling for a sample of energon.

“So, you gonna help me, or just stand there…?”

-Starscream POV-
“So, you gonna help me, or just stand there…?” the other seeker asked, and his attention was snapped back to the present as she cocked a seductive hip, her delicate wings twitching, expressing her displeasure.

Energon rushed to his face plates as his optics subconsciously scanned her figure.

“W-What do you need?” She displayed a strained facial expression, “I found some energon, but my arms are too short to reach it…could you grab it out?”

He smirked, and approached the femme. Without even thinking, he slid his arm into the hole alongside hers, and plucked the sample from the breach, their faces inches from one another.

He could sense her face plates warming, and realized the awkward position they were in. Hurriedly, he pulled out his arm, handing her the sample, “H-Here.”

She coughed uncomfortably, “You know,” the blush was still present on her cheeks even when he stepped away, “it would have been easier if you had let me get out first…”

Now it was his turn to blush in embarrassment.

-Your POV-
“Well done you two.” You bowed your head at Megatron’s compliment as he inspected the sample you had brought back.

“Thank you Lord Megatron.” Starscream butted in, and those boiling red optics stared him down, “Though,” the leader continued, eyeing your figure, “I suspect ____ did most of the work, going by the six or so scratches she displays…”

You subconsciously covered a particularly nasty scrape along your shoulder.

His gaze softened as he returned his attention to you, “Get yourself fixed up, then, treat yourself to some high-grade.”

Your optics brightened at his generosity, “Considerate it my reward to you for your service.”

You bowed low, ignoring the seething seeker behind you, “Thank you Lord Megatron.”

You sashayed away from the Lord and Lieutenant, ignoring the jealous gaze of the latter, and didn’t even notice when his optics trailed a little lower than they should have.


“Thanks Knockout! You always do such a good job!” You smiled brightly at the medic while examining your form.

The medic smirked, “Anything for you, beautiful.” You rolled your optics, before walking out of the med-bay, on your way to your room, and a cube of high-grade.

As you strolled down the halls, a newfound swagger in your step, another pair of footsteps fell in beside you.

Your optics slid over to see Starscream with a pout set deep on his features.

“Let me guess,” you began, holding back a triumphant smile, “Lord Megatron with-held your high-grade privileges…?”

He grumbled, “You don’t need to rub it in.” He eyed you again, “But anyways, I was wondering, would you be so kind as to share yours with me?”

You both stopped at your doorway, and you walking inside, him standing awkwardly just outside the door.

“Sorry Starscream, but this woman needs pampering, so that high-grade is mine.” Just as he was about to step inside, you shut the door in his face, locking him out.

You smirked at his frustrated shrieks that sounded outside your room. You turned to see a large cube of pinkish fluid resting on your table, ‘Victory is sweet.’


Your processors were clouded. Only slightly, not enough to screw with your motor skills, but enough to impair your judgment.

You took another sip, humming as the strong liquid slid down your throat. You smiled happily, seeing as you still had almost half of the high-grade left.

Just as you were about to take another swig, your door opened, and Starscream stalked in, a grumpy look on his face.

“You seemed to have forgotten that I am the Lieutenant of this operation; I have access to all private berths.”

He allowed himself a small victory smirk. You growled, and narrowed your optics at the seeker as he approached you.

Taking another sip, you waited for him to come closer, then, almost elegantly, you shot the liquid out of your mouth, watching it arc in the air, and make contact with his face.

You giggled as the pink liquid dripped down his tantalizing jawline- wait what? Since when was his jawline tantalizing?

He noticed your sudden change in behavior, and the faint blush that was making its way to your face.

Smirking, he allowed his glossa to dart out and taste the high-grade, watching your reaction closely.

Oh yeah, you were definitely blushing now.

“That’s good,” he purred, coming a little closer, “can I have some more…?”

-Starscream POV-
He stared at the slightly intoxicated femme sitting on the berth in front of him.

He sauntered even closer, until he was face to face with her, arms on either side of her, forcing the femme to lean back.

She hadn’t stopped him so far, and he wondered how far he could go with the beautiful seeker.

He saw images flashing past his vision, of things that he had only dreamed about, things that could possibly come true right here and now.

It was almost as if that one taste of high-grade had fogged his processor, and without thinking, he lurched forward, propelling his mouth onto hers.

She let out a surprised squeak, and he expected her to pull away. Instead, she tugged him closer, using almost too much force, which caused her to collapse beneath him, her back hitting the berth.

He followed, hungry for more, and she eagerly responded, allowing him to crawl on top of her, one knee propped up between her slender legs.

She moaned into the kiss, his senses being overwhelmed by the taste of high-grade on her lips, the cube of liquid left on the table, forgotten.

When they parted, she was panting heavily under him, optics only half visible. “It isn’t just the high-grade?” He cautiously breathed, and she shook her head, “Definitely not.”

“So,” he leaned in again, “can I have some now…?”

-Your POV-
You snickered as the seeker begged for the pink liquid. You sighed heavily, gently pushing him off of you, much to both of yours displeasure, “I suppose you can have a little…”

You stood and grabbed the less than half full cube of high-grade. When you turned back, Starscream had pushed himself up against the wall that your berth was attached to, a sly smile creeping its way across his features.

You smirked, and crawled over to him, before straddling him, swirling the pink cube in one hand, the other propped against his chest plate.

He looked eagerly at you, and then frowned as you took a sip yourself. Allowing yourself another small smirk, you leaned down, and forced his mouth open with yours, letting the high-grade drip slowly from your lips onto his tongue.

He hummed, and swallowed the drops greedily, partially angry that you taunted him with such a slow rate of flow.

Finally sick of it, he ran a razor sharp talon over a particularly sensitive area underneath your wing, making you open your mouth more, and the liquid overflowed into his mouth, some leaking out of the sides of both your lips.

When he finished licking the stray droplets, he smiled triumphantly, while you glared back at him.

He kneaded the sensitive area again, causing you to offline your optics in pleasure, and he delicately plucked the high-grade out of your hands, downing it all in a couple gulps.

He threw the now empty cube to the side, all senses now focused on the mewling seeker on top of him.

“N-Not fair.” You complained, and opened your mouth to say more, but you were interrupted as Starscream smashed his lips down on yours, pushing you off him and pinning you to the berth, forcing himself between your legs.

You separated, the larger seeker tower over you, optics burning with an intoxicated lust.



“We should have high-grade more often…”