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A Tight Squeeze (TFE Starscream/AFAB!Reader)

Divider: inklore Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Word Count: 1,500+ Plot: Starscream wants to retreat from the thunderstorm, and that cave sure looks cozy to him. (Thank you for the ideas, @cyberrose2001!)

A sudden and heavy downpour ravaged the forest of Witwicky, Pennsylvania. Flickers of lightning flashed amongst the trees while thunder rolled across the hills. Rain cloaked the greenery, turning it cloudy and dark. Cold and shivering, you sat atop Starscream’s shoulder, clinging to him while trying to shield yourself from the rain as much as possible. While the mech scowled, you were too lost in your own thoughts, feeling guilty for dragging him out on a hiking trip during such horrid conditions. The forecast predicted a drizzle, not a storm!

And that was when he called your name below the crackles of the storm. Stunned, you refocused your attention onto him.

“Yes?”

Blue optics as bright as the moon gazed into your own.

“There’s a cave up ahead. We’ll seek refuge there.”

You nodded, your teeth chattering. 

“Yeah! Sounds good.”

It didn’t take long for Starscream to reach the cave. It was a lot smaller than expected. The Decepticon squeezed inside, forcing himself to shrink his frame just to fit. When he released you, you moved, the tightness of the crevice causing your breath to hitch. Slowly, you crawled atop him, your chest pressing to his golden cockpit and your legs wrapping as far as they could around his armored waist.

After a few moments, Starscream cleared his vents.

“This is a…tight fit.”

You hugged his neck, not wanting to hit the rocky section behind you. 

“You couldn’t find somewhere more…roomy?”

He hoisted your legs upwards with his servos, the touch prompting you to squeak.

“Well, if you wish to find someplace more suitable…then by all means, be my guest.”

The flash of lighting outside the cave almost answered for you.

“Fine. We’ll stay here. At least it’s dry.”

But it was cold, and the wet hair and clothes that clung to your skin certainly didn’t help. The two of you shifted, uncomfortable but not too uncomfortable. The close proximity urged you to fluster, to grow hot but not hot enough. As you peered into Starscream’s optics, you started to notice the pinkish hue on his faceplate. 

So, he was flustered, too.

He grumbled.

“This planet and its miserable weather patterns…”

You sighed, a little dejected. After weeks of planning such a wonderful day together, you were so disappointed to witness it all blow up in smoke. Now, you were forced into a tiny cave, squeezed tight against the love of your life.

Oh, well, maybe that wasn’t so bad, after all. 

And that was when you realized that Starscream was staring at you. 

“Hm? What is it?”

You blinked.

“Oh, nothing, I just…I thought…”

Starscream’s optics narrowed.

“Yes?”

You shrugged, choosing to speak your mind.

“I could get you to appreciate Earth with me.”

There was a pause or two, filled only by the sound of the storm in the background. Starscream sighed with a vent and hummed, tapping his digits along your thigh, only strengthening the blush on your face and the buzz in your crotch.

“Do you know how long this storm will last?”

You stammered.

“Uh, not too long. I mean, that’s what the forecast said.”

Starscream nodded as though he were pondering an idea in his processor.

“Then we shall remain here until it clears and continue with our little excursion.”

Your eyes flickered in surprise. Quickly, you lifted your head, a bit overjoyed.

“Really?”

He smiled a little.

“Yes.”

You could hardly contain your excitement, but you managed. Currently, something else was consuming all of your attention. Once more, Starscream shifted, still holding onto you as you held onto him.

“Now then, those clothes look a bit…uncomfortable on you, don’t they?”

You blushed and rubbed your legs against him.

“Uh. I guess.”

He huffed.

“Humans…always so functionally inadequate. You don’t even possess your own sufficient heating system.”

Slightly irked, you lifted your brow.

“Are you gonna mock me, or are you gonna fuck me?”

A gasp left your lips. Swiftly, you fell silent, unable to grasp the words you just uttered. However, it was too late to hide it now. The mech already heard you. The pink across his metal cheeks darkened before a sly smirk drifted across his faceplate.

“Of all the places to interface with you, my dear…why here?”

You gulped, bashful and quiet.

“I…well…it’s compromising?”

Starscream chuckled. 

“Yes, I suppose it is.” His optics traveled down your body. “Well, I’d be lying to myself if I said that I…didn’t have a similar idea to keep you warm.”

Despite the initial embarrassment, you giggled, deciding to play right along with him.

“You can always transform and let me rest inside your cockpit.”

Starscream grinned.

“Now, where’s the fun in that?” His smug expression temporarily vanished. “Unless…you actually do require it.”

You shook your head, laughing, genuinely touched by his concern for you.

“No, I’m fine right now.” 

Slowly, with your wet but warm palms, you cupped Starscream’s cheeks, gazing deeply into his blue, almost crystalline optics.

“Kiss me. Please?”

No words were said. Starscream replied to you by leaning his helm forward and connecting his dermas to your lips. Using his palm to hold the side of your cheek, he kissed you, drawing moans from your throat. With your eyes closed shut and your heart fluttering, you welcomed his warmth, smiling fondly. He hummed, his digits tracing down your neck. After swallowing back a gasp, you kissed him harder until he moaned as well, immersing himself in your tender embrace. 

Soon enough, however, your need for air proved to be overpowering. 

As you recaptured your breath, you proceeded to stare at Starscream’s dermas with shifting thighs and a pulsating crotch.

“Now, how are we gonna do this?”

Starscream thought for a second, looking around.

“Yes, our current positions could pose problems for a proper interface.”

And then, he grinned.

“So, I propose that we try something else.”

You smirked, utterly delighted. Using the best of your abilities (with the addition of Starscream’s help), you removed your shirt, your shoes, and your pants, leaving you in just a flimsy bra and underwear. Below the thunder, a moan erupted from the cybertronian’s mouthpiece once he felt more of your bare skin against him. Curiously, you bit your lower lip, your arms still wrapped around his neck.

“Good.” Starscream nodded. “Very good. Now then…”

With that said, he began to rub against you, holding onto you closely but grinding. Another gasp left your mouth, your knees shaking. Quickly, you joined in, moving against him and receiving the stimulation in your clit against his sealed interface array. As he created more friction with his hips, Starscream started to groan. He gripped onto your thigh with his servo, squeezing it just enough to where it was so pleasurable. 

“Starscream,” you whined, “Starscream, I-”

Just then, you felt a solid mass against your crotch. You didn’t even have to look down to realize what it was, to feel what it was, and it excited you.

“There,” Starscream purred, “is this better, darling?”

You nodded, beginning to stroke your body against his pressurized spike.

“Yes! Oh, yes!”

With your clothed tits pressed against his cockpit, you moaned, tossing your head back and holding onto him for dear life. Within minutes, the rhythms of your grinding dove into desperation. 

“Fuck, Starscream.” You swayed your hips, your thighs squeezing around him as best as they could. “Starscream, I-”

A wetness trickled down from the tip of his spike. As Starscream leaned forward, he started to growl, to rumble, to croon.

“When the storm clears, we can return home, if you wish, and then I can frag you in the comfort of our own berth.”

Your toes curled, completely weak from the sound of his sultry voice. As the rain poured down, you moaned.

“Oh, Starscream. Starscream!”

He chuckled, his vents growing heavier and breathier the more he spoke to you.

“Or perhaps…do you want me to take you now? In this cave? With you pressed so tight against me? Your valve so slick and warm?”

By this point, the heat was almost overwhelming. Your eyes flickered, and your abdomen swelled. Just what could he do to push you over the edge this time?

“Starscream,” you cried out, “I need you!”

His reply was soft.

“I know, my dear.”

That did it. His words, as simple as they were, sent you entirely over the moon. Your back arched a little as you orgasmed in your own panties, trembling and shaking. Starscream proceeded to grind into you, holding you with his servo and uttering your name in a chorus of sweet and delightful praises. His wings twitched, and his internal systems whimpered. Before long, he overloaded with another moan, his transfluid soon dripping down your legs. 

Slowly, gradually, the grinding came to a stop. As the two of you relaxed in a hug, Starscream blushed.

“Er, apologies for the mess.”

You laughed.

“No worries, Stars. I wanted this.”

He smiled at you, and you returned it. Within seconds, you looked towards the forest and found a blue and sunny sky. Puddles covered the land as tiny droplets of rain fell from the leaves of the trees. The storm passed, and you didn’t even notice it until now.

Starscream turned to you.

“Well, what do you know?” He grinned. “I’m…assuming that you want to continue our trip, hm?”

You winked.

“No, I…want to go home with you.”

The mech laughed, embracing you further.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

[cyberrose2001]

That Optimus fic better be him oiled up in the 20% smut

i can't promise that, but can i offer him absolutely drenched in the energon of his enemies for like... the other 80%?

[cyberrose2001]

y'all are not prepared for this next fic

the forecast is 80% angst, 20% pussy pounding with a chance of slight comedic timing

[cyberrose2001]

I have a tiny Soundwave toy and I thought I lost it, turns out my cat stole it and was sitting on his cat tree with it like a fragging chicken -_-

HEHEHEHE

poor soundwave, that's your cats property now

[cyberrose2001]

Okay okay hear me out: threesome.you. Tfo Optimus and Tfo Elita

HEARING YOU OUT

It would be either Optimus and Elita against you, or Elita against you and Optimus. I mean, you can try to dom them both, but that will depend on whether you're human or Cybertronian

Either way, you're gonna be getting aggressively loved and fucked by these two

[cyberrose2001]

Lord have mercy

We must stay focused brothers, we must stay focused

[cyberrose2001]

idk, hand inspection or sumn

was supposed to be hand practice at first, then i went ahead and animated it

original drawings under the cuuutt

[cyberrose2001]

Thoughts: TFP Ratchet walking in on you using a dildo based on his spike

I want him emotionally and physically but right now, physically is winning. That is all

18+ 🌶️

There are two things that are simultaneously true when it comes to sex with Ratchet.

1) It is mind-blowing.

2) It is rare.

It’s not just past experience that makes him so good in bed. As an older mech, he’s not only accumulated experience but also the patience to draw out your pleasure. Even if you belong to different species, Ratchet’s keen optics sensitise him to every minuscule detail of your pleasure, making him a quick study. It sends a rush of pleasure through you to think about the fact that he’s not just a quick learner when it comes to any human body, but yours specifically.

Also, alien dick is huge. Optimus dwarfs near everybody, but him aside, Ratchet is not a small mech - broad and stocky, holding his own among the other Autobots - and naturally, when it came to you, he might as well have been a giant. The first time he revealed his spike to you, you’d stared at it for so long that he started to get nervous. He’d glanced off to the side and sullenly mumbled something about not being enough, and your confused-horny brain finally pulled itself together long enough to realise he’d made an attempt to study the intricacies of “human interfacing rituals” and drawn the entirely wrong conclusions (AKA humans chose mates based solely on their prowess like animals - and had misinterpreted your open-mouthed silence as dissatisfaction). After frantically convincing him that no, there was nothing wrong with it, and no, Ratchet, it’s adequate! I meant it’s more than enough! Way more than enough, in fact!, it finally clicked in his processor that it was quite the opposite. Ratchet’s entire demeanour changed after that - even now, he only needs to smirk lazily at you to remind you of the time he’d made you come so many times on his glossa you swear you met Primus himself (and shook his hand and thanked him for creating the absolute sex-god that was one Ratchet of Vaporex).

However, Ratchet was always busy. For good reason, too - you were reluctant to bother him when he was working on important things and unfortunately for you, that tended to be more often than not. The past few months had been especially hectic for the Autobots. Decepticon activity had been detected near an Autobot energon source, and the bots had been working round the clock to defend their supplies. With the pressure to secure fuel more acute than ever, Ratchet’s efforts to research a synthetic energon source had ramped up. You wished you could do more to help him, even ease the tension in his frame a little, but you didn’t want to distract him at such a crucial time - endlessly frustrated that you were too small to bring him energon cubes, too small to massage his shoulders, or drop a kiss on his faceplate without stealing too much of his attention away. At least that was one thing you could do - not be a distraction. Glumly, you roll over in your little nest of blankets on a corner of Ratchet’s berth. For the nth time in months, you take in his empty habsuite and despite your best efforts, fail to keep the loneliness at bay. You miss Ratchet - the way he’d huff when you press a goodnight kiss to his faceplate, yet be unable to stop a soft smile when you snuggle into his side. He way he’d carefully arrange you beside him with warm, gentle servos, and the rumble of his chassis as he bid you goodnight in return. On other nights, when you both weren’t ready to fall asleep yet, talking quietly together in the dark about everything and anything, Ratchet’s servo cupped around you as you basked in the turquoise glow his optics cast onto the ceiling.

There was no helping it, though. Ratchet had more pressing matters to attend to. However, as you tossed and turned in your little blanket pile, you became increasingly aware of a problem of your own - you were really, really horny. Burying your head in the blankets, you attempt to hide the flush of shame that bloomed on your cheeks. The bots were fighting a war, and here you were, fighting your own impulses.

It had been an impulse purchase, made on a weekend where you were back in your own apartment - a bright red and white striped silicone dildo. As soon as you saw it, you immediately thought of Ratchet. It was a little thicker than what you normally went for, but that only made it all the more perfect. The flaming blush on your face did little to stop you from adding it to your cart and purchasing it with expedited shipping.

You’d actually intended on revealing your purchase to Ratchet quite early on, thinking that he could use it on you while preparing you to take his spike - but your first encounter had you utterly convinced that magic was real, and it resided in Ratchet’s servos. You’d taken his spike with barely any discomfort the very first time you slept together (probably down to the fact that he’d spent hours eating you out and working you open on his servos until you were an incoherent mess). That said, you’d never actually gotten the chance to tell Ratchet about your purchase, much less use it. After all, why settle for the inferior option when Ratchet was right there and willing?

Ratchet might be willing, but as of present, he is not here. And based on the past few months, he probably won’t be for a while. You’d often stirred awake in the wee hours of the night to Ratchet wearily settling in berth beside you, and the only reason he was there was probably because Optimus had sternly insisted on his taking a break.

With another long night stretching ahead of you, what better time to put your purchase to the test?

You’d shoved it somewhere deep in your pile of belongings kept at base, still completely unopened in its package. Digging it out, you tear the box open to reveal the dildo in all its red-and-white striped glory. Less awe-inspiring than Ratchet’s spike, but you supposed beggars couldn’t be choosers. Anyway, it had been a while since you’d taken Ratchet and without the meticulous care of his magic servos, it was for the best that you were starting small. Well, smaller. You can’t help but blush when you remember that, when you first purchased this, you’d thought it was intimidating. Man, Ratchet had really ruined you for anyone and anything else.

You don’t even need lube at this point - you glide the cool silicone over your slick folds, hips jerking as the ridged head catches on your clit. You can’t help your breathy moan when it fills you up, inch by inch, every sensitive nerve ending singing to life until you sag back into your blanket nest with the satisfaction of feeling full. You close your eyes and imagine that it’s Ratchet’s spike filling you up. He doesn’t necessarily jackhammer into you unless you specifically request it - he doesn’t need to. Powerful, purposeful thrusts have you writhing beneath him, crying out his name as he drives deep, looking at him through teary eyes to see the affection for you in his optics. You pick up the pace, driving the dildo deeper into your weeping hole, arching your back as you try to hit that spot Ratchet always seems to find effortlessly. The biolights along his spike drag deliciously against your walls, nudging your clit on every stroke - whereas this dildo is smooth. Once upon a time, it would have been more than enough to tip you over the edge. Now, you find yourself missing Ratchet more and more, and yourself further and further from orgasm. Blowing your hair out of your face and frustratedly kicking the blankets away, you let your legs fall apart once more and exhale as the blessedly cool air of his habsuite hits your overheated body. You screw your eyes shut again, clenching around the dildo. Reaching a hand down to rub your clit, you fall into another memory - one from your first time together, of Ratchet eating you out. You press the dildo deeper inside you, breath hitching as it sets off a wave of pleasure that cascades through your body. You’d practically spasmed in his hold when he pushed his glossa into you - eagerly mapping out the sensitive spots that would make you sob with pleasure, curling his glossa against your walls in a way that had you thrashing against him. Angling the dildo just so, you bite your lip as the head brushes a particularly good spot - more heat rushes to your face as you remember when Ratchet first fingered you open, not letting up once he’d found the spot that made you scream -

“Y/n?”

All at once, your eyes shoot open as a familiar, rumbling voice calls out to you. Ratchet of Vaporex, Autobot medic and sex god extraordinaire, stands in the doorway of his habsuite, optics huge as he takes in the sight of you absolutely debauched on his berth.

“Um,” you squeak, mortified. “Welcome back?”

His vocaliser audibly resets with a click. “Optimus - he told me to, ah.”

You chance a look at him when you hear the low hum of static in his voice. Ratchet’s still in the doorway, servos clenching at his sides as he takes in your flushed face and spread legs.

Well. You didn’t expect him to be that interested. Maybe there’s a way to save this, after all. Fighting your raging embarrassment, you meet Ratchet’s optics and slowly, exaggeratedly, slide the dildo out until just the tip is inside you. Ratchet takes the bait - his optics snap to the movement of your arm, your hand, and finally, you can audibly hear his optics hyperfocus on the thick, red dildo that splits you open.

“Y-You-” he rasps, vocaliser spitting static, and it’s all he can get out before his cooling fans kick on with a high-pitched whirr.

“I missed you,” you say, and your voice is no better - wrecked, just at the thought of him.

His fans kick on impossibly higher, but to his credit, Ratchet recovers quickly.

“Well,” he rumbles, reaching over to lock the door to his habsuite. The shocked look in his optics has been resoundingly replaced with one of hunger. “I’ll just have to make it up to you.”

[cyberrose2001]

We gotta let optimus be a daddy chat its all he wants 😭😭

hell fragging yeah, let him breed the fuck out of you, it's the only way to keep him from tearing the fabric of the universe apart

[cyberrose2001]

I can’t take it anymore, I need tfp Optimus to give me the sloppiest oral ever☹️

this is so real

He'd be the teasing type I'd think. Starting off with carefully prying your thighs and slotting himself between them. He wouldn't go straight for it, no, he'd kiss and nip at your thighs while a stray digit runs through your folds, maybe even parting them a bit to really prolong the teasing. And once he has well and truly soaked up your raw beauty, and has a firm grip on your thighs, only then will he dip his head and bury his tongue in your folds.

You're so fragging wet for him, and in combination with your scent frying up his processor in the best way possible, it makes him gutturally moan into you, like the most pathetic, desperate groan resonating deep in his chest. It's over for him. He's practically making out with your pussy. Sloppy, wet sucking noises creating the perfect melody with your moans, a harmonic cresendo when he rapidly flicks at your clit.

Even when you cum, even when you're all tapped out and wave the white flag, you best believe he isn't stopping. Faceplate buried to the max, pressed all against your pussy to fit as much of his glossa inside you as physically possible.

[cyberrose2001]

last few days were so unbelievably ass (mfw im an adult who has to take responsibility of others) i had to resort to unironic selfship art

[cyberrose2001]

hey relic hey hey hey

Imagine being so so gently picked up by TFO Optimus when the gang finally come to Earth. He doesn't know how fragile we are, or even what species, he's just infatuated that a creature so small can fit right onto his palm. He'd be like, "Hey guys, check this out??" and play pass the parcel with you as you're fearing for your literal life

I UM. UM. I UM. I’M NORMAL

D and Elita urging him to be careful (“why are you messing with a tiny alien, you don’t know where it’s been!”) meanwhile B and Orion can’t stop their curiosity… Orion has to keep B in check though or else he’d talk your ear off AHAGJDFJKFJF

[cyberrose2001]

I would give Ratchet the most sloppiest, wettest, creamiest, soul taking, slimy, life changing, death dropping, heaven sent, flabbergasting, hypnotizing, heavenly, astonishing, leg trembling, hands desperately grabbing the sheets, legs stretching out again and again, toe curling, voice breaking, whimper causing, waist slowly moving up and down, small heavy breath, "I can't take it much longer" breaths getting quicker, twitching throbbing eyes shut lip biting, back arching, edging begging for relief, warm hot rush bubbling up spit upon spit tongue twisting ground tip-talking against month sideways spit from the end and lick from the bottom to the top then spit from the to and lick to the bottom deepthroating mascara dripping down my face, slower then faster faster than little faster then perfect pace twisting mouth around each side, hands in my hair brutally using my mouth, spiritually enlightening chakra balancing, mangekyo sharingan unlocking, golden light like a halo around the top, noise from the very edge of his throat for the final release head ever. And THEN l'd let him pound me so hard into the bed and use mv bodv as throuah it doesn't belong to anymore that he literally throws me around and does as he please. I wouldn't argue, I wouldn't raise a word, no sir, not to daddy, absolutely not. He could ruin me, corrupt me, hit me, choke me, tie me up, bite me, I would absolutely encourage everything he does as long as I get a smidge of his attention and love. This man could make me fuck myself on his fingers and I wouldn't argue even if I ended up passing out, he could bruise me up and laugh at me and I would take it just to listen to him praise me. I would take him for 50 rounds in 60 positions cause never back down never what???? NEVER GIVE UP and I am not giving up to screw me till my mind becomes nothin

this is poetry

i don't think i've seen anyone else put it as passionately and eloquently as you just did

all of the above. ALL OF THE FUCKING ABOVE

[cyberrose2001]

I swear whenever I open Tumblr Ur first on my dash

that being said

Optimus and June.... double team fixing parental issues thru double penetration 🙂‍��️🙂‍↕️

and what if i told you this exact thought popped into my brain earlier

There's so many possibilities, like the double penetration. Her with a strap-on and optimus with his spike, of course. June would let Optimus go first, pressing you to lay against him and then wiggling her strap-on inside you from behind. They'd fuck you nice and slow, letting your hole stretch and squeeze around them.

"Relax, sweetheart. Just like that." She'd say

"Let us care for you." He'd say, wrapping his arms around your waist in a hug to keep you nice and still

[cyberrose2001]

Oh Gosh June would totally fix my mommy issues, carnally new her to finger me while she calls me a good girl 😩

GUGH

i am not immune to gorgeous milfs

[cyberrose2001]

whoa momma

Ratchet x Self Insert Valveplug

what started as a sketch has turned into prime personal jorking material, as usual. made two versions for your viewing pleasure, enjoy!!

(EDIT: forgot to add a pathetic blush and some steam, they've been added now lmao)

18+ ONLY UNDER THE CUT MINORS DNI