A/N: I haven't updated this book in a while and my GOD, reading through the really old oneshots is so fucking painful—

They're SO bad *sobs*

Anyway, time to start anew~

Here's a new ship that tiktok introduced me to! I'm slowly getting more comfortable with writing NSFW stuff, but I only tolerate when fictional characters do it and I'm still quite picky when it comes to which characters I'm comfortable writing about. I usually prefer Transformers because they're robots and not humans lol.
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Starscream x Wheeljack (StarJack)
IDW
~Starscream and Wheeljack boost each other's confidence and share an intimate moment.
⚠️NSFW⚠️
(I'm using my headcanon that Wheeljack wears a faceplate to cover the scarring on the lower part of his face, which was caused by an explosion.)
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"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Of course! Wheeljack's had a rough day, so he'll love to come home and see you waiting for him!"

Windblade's words echoed in Starscream's mind as he lounged on Wheeljack's couch. She had insisted on painting intricate designs around his optics as a way to impress his crush, though he felt like it was too much. He hadn't worn makeup like this in a long time, especially for someone else, and his confidence levels weren't exactly high at the moment.

He'd been going back and forth on whether he should just leave or stick it out for the past ten minutes. Part of him wanted to leave because he was afraid of Wheeljack's reaction, while the other part of him wanted to stay because he would never know unless he tried.

Best case scenario, he'd be rewarded for his efforts. Worst case scenario, his self-esteem would take a hit and his friendship with Wheeljack would probably be compromised.

He couldn't hide his feelings forever though, right?

Starscream's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door unlocking. His spark jolting in his chest, he quickly assumed his original pose and positioned his wings to make himself appear more inviting.

Wheeljack entered the room, but didn't see him until after he'd locked the door behind him and turned around. Starscream fluttered his optics prettily and smiled.

Showtime.

"Heard you had a rough day, so I thought I'd stop by." He said, running one claw along the edge of the couch.

To his surprise, Wheeljack didn't say anything. He didn't react, either. He just stood there for a moment, frozen in place with wide optics. Then, the datapads he was carrying slowly slipped from his grip and clattered to the floor.

Starscream snapped out of his role. "Wheeljack?" He hesitantly called, sitting up and studying him.

After getting no response, he couldn't take it anymore and went over to him.

He placed his servos on his shoulders and looked at him with a worried expression. "Wheeljack, are you alright? Say something!"

After what felt like ages, Wheeljack finally seemed to get a grip on reality. He blinked a few times and his face noticeably flushed a light shade of blue.

"Sorry, I just... wow." He said, unable to take his optics off Starscream's face. "You look— you... I've never seen you like this before."

Starscream blushed. "...Do you like it?"

"Oh, yes! I like it very much." Wheeljack replied in a rather strange way, though it wasn't too different from his usual mannerisms. He pointed at one of the designs, utterly enamored by them. "The designs are so intricate and elegant. Did you do them yourself?"

"No, Windblade did them for me." Starscream admitted, briefly averting his gaze. "I'll be honest with you. I haven't worn anything like this in a long time."

Wheeljack chuckled and withdrew his servo. "You should wear it more often."

He jumped a little in surprise when his cooling fans suddenly kicked on, exposing his obvious arousal. His face flushed a deeper shade of blue as he averted his gaze. Starscream smiled and laughed a little.

"You don't have any plans tonight, do you?" Starscream asked playfully, feeling emboldened as he traced a digit along the edge of Wheeljack's shoulder plating.

"Not anymore." Wheeljack said, gesturing to the datapads on the floor with a shrug. "Did you have something in mind?"

"I think you already know."

"Me, you, and my berthroom. Am I right?"

"You are. However, I need to know that you're comfortable with this."

"Well, we've been friends for a long time. I kinda thought this would happen that one night you snuck into my workshop, but I'm glad it's happening here instead. Y'know, for privacy reasons."

"So just to clarify... you are comfortable, correct?"

"Correct. Do you know how long I've been waiting for a good frag? Hint: it's been a very long time."

Starscream had to laugh at that despite the fact that Wheeljack was just using humor to hide something else. He knew that's what he was doing because he did the same thing.

"Alright, I believe you, though I don't think I can believe that a handsome mech like yourself hasn't gotten much action in such a long time." He said.

Wheeljack began leading Starscream toward his berthroom. "Oh I've gotten action in the past, trust me. Was it good? Primus, no. It was like getting torn apart by a predacon. I want something with more meaning behind it, y'know?"

Starscream wasn't sure what to say, as Wheeljack had never revealed that to him before. Him glossing it over as if it was nothing certainly caught the seeker off guard, but it made him even more determined to give him a good time.

"I just hope I can I meet your standards." Wheeljack added once he stopped to unlock the berthroom door.

"My standards?" Starscream questioned in a playful tone. "This is supposed to be for fun. Forget about standards and just go with the flow, okay?"

"Right, okay." Wheeljack said, laying down on the berth and letting out a soft sigh. "Sorry, I don't know why I'm so nervous. I never get nervous."

Starscream settled down on top of him and cradled his face in his servos. "Wheeljack, it's okay to be nervous. That's nothing to be ashamed of."

"I know, it's just.." Wheeljack averted his gaze. "I really like you, and I guess my brain thinks I have to live up to some sort of standard because of it."

"Well, let your brain rest while you focus on me. I'm sure it needs it."

Wheeljack leaned into Starscream's touch with a heavy sigh, relishing the moment before he decided to sheathe his faceplate. It slid back with a soft click to reveal the part of his face that was usually hidden.

Starscream smiled and leaned in to place a gentle kiss on Wheeljack's dermas, hardly minding the heavy scarring that covered that area.

"You're the only other person besides Ratchet to see the scars." Wheeljack admitted once he parted for air.

"They're beautiful. I wish you wouldn't hide them." Starscream murmured as he kissed the scars, then moved back to lock their dermas in a kiss once more.

Soon, the kiss became more heated and passionate as each mech gave in to their desires. The ache in Starscream's core steadily increased, heavily affected by the waves of pleasure that coursed through him.

Wheeljack's servos wandered all over Starscream's frame, his digits digging between the seeker's plating to find bundles of nerves and brushing across spots with sensitive sensors. They eventually found their way to Starscream's wings and fondly stroked the edges of them, sending a dizzying rush through his core.

"Mnn...~" Starscream moaned into the kiss, shudders traveling down his backstrut as Wheeljack's servos moved painfully slow across the bottom of his wings.

He couldn't contain himself when Wheeljack reached the tips. A louder moan escaped him and his wings quivered with pleasure.

Two could play at that game, though.

"Heh... I thought you'd like tha—hahh~!" A moan interrupted Wheeljack mid-sentence when Starscream slipped his digits into the seams near the base of his doorwings and played with a few pieces of sensitive cabling. "Oh, Screamer... you found my.. my weakness..."

"Good~" Starscream purred into his audio receptor, digging deeper into the seams and relishing the lovely moans that followed.

They messed with each other's sensitive spots until Wheeljack could no longer control the urges of his frame. His hips bucked up and ground against Starscream's, craving any sort of friction they could get. Starscream responded by grinding harder, wanting to keep Wheeljack pinned against the berth.

"F-Fuck.. Starscream... ah~" Wheeljack gripped Starscream's shoulders and tilted his head back as he moaned. "I need... I n-need you.. mm... please~"

"Are you sure you're ready?" Starscream hummed, half serious and half playful.

"I'm dyin' for you, sweetspark. Please... you've got me all riled up."

"As you wish." 

Wheeljack's interface panel slid open first, revealing his stiff spike and lubricated valve. Starscream smiled and ran his digit along the side of Wheeljack's spike to make him quiver before guiding his own spike to his valve.

Starscream pushed in with a soft grunt and began thrusting at a slow, gentle pace. As time passed, he steadily increased the speed of his thrusts until he was practically slamming into Wheeljack with each jerk of his hips, hitting all of the sensitive spots that made him cry out with pleasure.

Wheeljack dug his digits into Starscream's shoulders and threw his head back with a loud moan. His entire frame shuddered as Starscream pounded him into the berth. This was the kind of roughness he enjoyed—not the kind that was rough from the start.

Eventually, Starscream gave one final thrust and overloaded hard, his wings quivering until he finally came down from his high. Wheeljack overloaded around the same time, his vision briefly fading before coming back once he'd finished.

Despite his slight exhaustion from the exertion, Wheeljack pushed himself up to give Starscream a kiss once he'd pulled out.

"I believe it's my turn to return the favor." He said, still panting heavily.

Starscream smiled and gave him a kiss in return. He slid off of Wheeljack, then adjusted his position so that he was laying with his back to Wheeljack.

Wheeljack straddled him and chuckled. "You like it from behind?"

"Only when it's you." Starscream answered with a smirk, wiggling his hips in an enticing manner.

"I feel honored." Wheeljack said before thrusting into Starscream and repeating the entire process—only this time he wasn't on the receiving end.

This went on long into the night until the both of them grew too tired to continue and fell asleep next to each other.

(Shitty ending, ik, but whatever—)