Here is a collection of short drabbles I did for a request-a-fic meme. I figured I'd post them here. Each will have their own chapter, so as not to clog up one giant post. There's multiple pairings, so you might find one you like. :]

SO LET'S START WITH DRABBLE #1:

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FANDOM: Transformers Animated
CHARACTER OR PAIRING: Starscream/Skywarp
PROMPT: SINGLE MOTHER OF FIVE - YOU KNOW HOW STRESSING THAT IS. GODDAMN MILF.
RATING: PG-esquuuuue

REQUESTED BY: Lingering

It was rare for Starscream ever to desire the company of others. Not to say he was a solitary 'Con, just that the idea of him craving the touch of another mech or femme seemed quite ridiculous. His pride certainly would never consider such a thing. But when days got bad and all he could feel was a constant nagging of stress, sometimes a little massage helped work things out.

Too bad for Skywarp he had to be the one to give said massage. Thundercracker and Laserwave downright refused and couldn't be argued with. Not like he wanted those idiots touching him anyway. Sunstorm and Ramjet were still out gathering energon. All that was left was little 'Warp, quietly and nervously huddled away from the others.

It didn't take much persuading to get Skywarp to do as Starscream demanded. A simple bark of a command had him running to his side. His fear was easy to control, at least Starscream could use that to his advantage. So Starscream sat down in his little nest a distance away from the others, optics shut and offlined as he sagged forward, arms folded over his chest. Skywarp sat on his legs right behind him, shaking hands nervously working out knotted and sensitive wiring beneath shoulders.

"Harder," Starscream grumbled.

"O-Okay," Skywarp squeaked. He increased his strength, letting his hands rub into shoulders before moving downward, along his back. "I-Is this okay?" he asked, terrified.

"Harder," Starscream hissed.

Skywarp nodded feverishly. A moment later, his palms were pushing hard into the base of Starscream's wings. The reaction he got was a loud moan, the wings hiking and shuddering. "Hnn, there," the maroon Seeker grunted, infrastructure backbone straightening. Skywarp cowered a little more, but kept up. "Now a little harder."

The purple Decepticon wasn't quite sure how much harder he could get. But he tried and by the sounds Starscream was making, it was satisfactory. "Mmm, yessss, I like that," he purred, wings giving another quick flutter.

Skywarp started to relax. Not completely, as he was incapable of doing so. But he made a bold move, letting his digits pinch the undersides of the wings. This enticed a reaction from Starscream he did not expect. The Seeker turned in his seat and glared at his clone. Skywarp immediately sunk back, hands raised. "I-I'm sorry if you didn't l-like--"

Starscream placed a hand over his mouth. Skywarp squeaked beneath the palm. "Touches like that lead to very personal things," he snorted. Nonetheless, a grin crossed his faceplates, a dirty leer. Skywarp quivered as he was pushed down to the ground. "I guess there's another way I can loosen up."

The purple clone shook again. He knew there was no fighting it. Carefully, he pulled Starscream's hand from his mouth. "B-Be gentle," he whimpered and nervously kissed a claw.

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