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I don't wish to be tired anymore. I want a certain jetformer to spike me down. I think that could help me.

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TFP Starscream getting a handjob?

After Sundown (TFP Starscream/GN!Reader)

Divider: inklore Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Word Count: 800+ Plot: Starscream faces a problem and seeks out the only person he knows who can fix it.

After a long day at work, you wanted nothing more than to rest your ass on your couch, kick your feet back on the table, and watch your favorite television show. It was a simple desire, really, not too difficult to follow for a measly human like yourself. 

But unfortunately for you, fate had other ideas in the form of a big, bad Decepticon.

It was long after sundown when Starscream broke into your house and made his demands, huffing and puffing and fluttering his wings as though he were some deranged fairy. He was agitated and clearly needed to let off some metaphorical steam, but he couldn’t do it alone. 

And for him, that was where you came in.

On the chair in your living room, his mass-displaced form sat with his spiky knees spread apart, wide and welcoming just for you. You knelt in front of him, draped in nothing but a pair of underwear. You blinked as he released his spike, the tip already pressurized.

“Make this quick, human,” he grumbled, “I don’t have all day.”

You bit your lip, irritated but simultaneously aroused. Would you help him? Yes, actually, you were delighted to provide him with additional aid. Still, he could’ve been less rude about it, but that was asking too much of him.

Exhaling softly, you leaned forward and began to touch him with your hand. He tensed a little, but then he relaxed once you started to stroke him gently and sweetly. His spike was hard but warm to the touch, encouraging you to smile and hum.

“Megatron acting like a brute again?”

Starscream groaned, tossing his helm back.

“Can you not mention him while stroking my spike?”

You nodded.

“Right.”

You caressed him, playing with his shaft and his tip. With your fingers, you danced across his grooves and his biolights, observing the way his cock twitched and the manner in which his entire body trembled from your ministrations. 

He moaned loudly, rising only slightly from the chair to arch his back and spread his wings. It was then that you began to feel pity for his predicament. Shocking, really, but you didn’t mind much. He was an asshole, but he was also a pathetic asshole, one that wormed his way into your heart some time ago. 

“You need this, don’t you?”

Starscream was whining now, his crimson optics lidded from your words and tender tone of voice. It was like he just couldn’t help nor deny himself. 

“Yes,” he whined, digging his claws into the armrests, “yes, I do need this…so badly, I-”

He was interrupted by another wild moan as you pressed a kiss to the tip of his spike. Starscream shook, his legs twitching and his wings fluttering. Your heart swelled with delight from his reactions, your own legs shaking from the might of his noises and words. 

At the sound of your name, you looked at him again.

“Harder. Faster. Quickly!”

You did so without a second thought, increasing the pace of your stroking. You didn’t slow down, not even for a moment. You grasped his spike, firmly and passionately, making certain that he was reassured by your attention. 

Again, you pressed another kiss to his tip. But this time, you lingered there, and your eyes traveled upwards to meet his own gaze. A dark, blue blush expanded across his metal cheeks before he spoke again. 

“Oh! Don’t stop! I’m…I’m nearly-”

And with that, he came undone, moaning at the top of his non-existent lungs and coming onto your chest. The feeling was odd but not exactly unfamiliar to you. At least, not anymore. His transfluid was hot but tolerable, and it always instilled you with a feeling of fine accomplishment.

And then, it took you a moment to realize that he was staring at you.

“Well?”

He grinned. 

“Nothing. I’m simply admiring my work.”

A burst of heat flickered across your face, but you shook your head to disregard it. Several seconds passed before you stood, smiling at him and wondering why he didn’t do so much as budge from his seat.

“Hey, what’s up? I thought you were in a hurry to leave.”

Starscream rolled his optics at you.

“I can take the time to allow myself to recover, human.”

Although you did notice his venting, you chose to tease him.

“From a quick handjob?”

He huffed. 

“You try reaching an overload on that blasted ship!”

He had a point, you supposed. And knowing that you couldn’t convince him to abandon the Decepticons and stay with you, you nodded at him, setting your fingers on the armrest of the chair.

“Yeah, well, just don’t forget me when you return to the ship after this “patrol”, you know.”

Starscream blinked, one sharp claw touching your hand. He didn’t meet your gaze, too absorbed in his own thoughts, but he did offer you some promising words.

“Of course not. Impossible, really.”

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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 too 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.”

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Always near fainting at the idea of a cybertronian’s spike leaving a bulge AND a glow from the biolights inside their human.

It’s hot as hell, in my opinion.

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Satisfaction (TFE Starscream/OC)

Divider: inklore Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Word Count: 4,500+ Plot: Starscream is frustrated, so Piper provides him with some comfort. He intends to return the favor.

Out in the woods of Witwicky, during the brisk and howling winds of a chilly, autumn night, Starscream and Piper lingered comfortably within the walls of their airship hangar.

While the two resided in their shared quarters, Nova Storm and Skywarp were out traversing the starry skies for no reason in particular, only to have a bit of fun. The human and the Decepticon commander were left alone, surrounded by peace and quiet for the moment.

Piper sat on her mattress near Starscream’s large and reclined berth. First, she unfurled the scarlet bow of her late mother, slowly parting it from her long, black hair. And then, she unclasped her late father’s dog tags, removing them from around her neck. Carefully, she stored the treasured items in the drawer of her desk before moving and resting her back against her own tiny mattress. 

With her dark eyes fluttering open, she listened to Starscream rant.

“Can you believe the absurdity of this, Piper?” He marched back and forth, creating noisy stomps with his pedes. “Cycles in prison! Now they’re begging for our help to collect the pieces of that blasted Emberstone?”

Piper nodded, understanding his resentment. 

Just because Meridian was defeated, didn’t mean that peace could finally reign between the two factions. Yes, their common enemy was no more, and the lives of cybertronians everywhere were no longer threatened or at stake, but many Decepticons still held grudges for all the years locked in their cells, especially Starscream, who was humiliated and abandoned by the one who hurt him the most. 

Piper was iffy on the proposed truce. Due to her past partnership with Mandroid, she didn’t expect either side to welcome her with open arms. Because of her crimes, she was too ashamed to approach even the Autobots. 

However, after a moment of understanding, Starscream once saved her life from Mandroid’s control, just as she allowed him the opportunity to break out of GHOST’s prison. It all happened months ago. And after a long time spent with him, Piper definitely didn’t plan on leaving him anytime soon.

And then, there was a flicker of light inside her head. 

“What about the Terrans?”

Starscream stopped his pacing to stare at her, his blue eyes glimmering in the dim light of the room.

“What about them? They’re only children.” 

Piper shrugged, deciding to sit upwards from her bed.

“Well, they were kind enough to lend us this hangar so we could think about their offer.”

Starscream paused, nodding his helm at her.

“Yes, I suppose I could thank Hashtag for securing a temporary refuge for us.” And then, he frowned. “But the Maltos are allies with the Autobots.”

Piper’s brows furrowed.

“...allies with Megatron.”

She sighed, now standing from her bed. 

“You’re stressed, Starscream. Can’t you relax a bit?”

The woman thought for a second, wondering what she could offer him in order to help ease his nerves. And then, it clicked for her.

“I can massage your wings for you.”

The wings of any elite flyer were sensitive. Well, as long as you knew where to touch them. In the heat of battle, they were prone to receiving nasty dents and chinks from various weapons.

Amused by her words, Starscream smirked.

“Can you even reach them?”

Piper chose to match his snark with a smile of her own.

Using her agility, the black-haired woman managed to find a spot to stand on his own berth. Starscream walked and then sat on the edge, lowering himself slightly and allowing Piper to reach his wings. Despite his aid, she was still forced to stand on the tips of her toes. However, she didn’t mind much. Instead, she used her fingers to brush against the delicate edges of his wings. Subtly, ever so slightly, they twitched into her palms. 

“How’s that feel, Falcon?”

Starscream hummed.

“Mm. Delightful.” 

Piper traced the corners of his wings, slowly crossing the flatter surfaces and towards the crimson segments.

“Good.”

There were several minutes of silence as the woman fondled his wings, stroking them with her palms and her fingertips, even giving little pinches here and there. He shuddered and leaned into her further, clearly enjoying himself.

As ashamed as she was to admit it, listening and feeling the rumbles through his own frame prompted sensations of arousal to ripple across her body. She blushed, thankful that he couldn’t view her face.

For the past few weeks, Piper possessed strange feelings for the cybertronian, her former enemy. Of course, she was familiar with the taste of lust, but never the taste of appreciation, not in a long while.

But how could she explain such feelings of care for him? How could she look her newly-formed ally in the eye and say that she desired to make him feel good?

Piper took in a breath.

“You know,” she started, “if you’re still uneasy…I could…”

A heavy pause fell upon the duo.

“Yes?” Starscream flicked his wings a little. “You could…what?”

Piper chose her words carefully.

“I know the intricacies of cybertronian biology…”

The mech huffed, moving his back strut in a way that caused her heart to flutter.

“I’m well aware.”

Piper winced, receiving another pang of shame from the past, but she carried onwards.

“...not exactly everything, but I…have experience in…certain activities…that could make you feel better.”

Silence filled the room. Starscream went still, and Piper halted her pets. Slowly, he turned, and she moved with him to avoid a hit from his wings. Starscream gazed at her, his blue optics subduing her in a trance like a deer in headlights.

“Are you…asking to interface with me?”

Piper gawked.

“No, I just…want to make you feel good.”

It wasn’t a lie. She didn’t expect sex immediately, not from him. Besides, she didn’t mind pleasuring him for a while, it was the least she could do for him.

As she nervously waited for a laugh or an outburst from him, however, she was surprised to realize that it never came. He leaned in close to her, his chiseled faceplate aglow with a curious expression. 

“And may I ask why?”

Piper shrugged, uncertain.

“Because…it’s what I’m good at.” There was another pause as she remained still with her arms now at her sides. “So. Can I satisfy you?”

Starscream tilted his armored helm at her.

“Only if this is truly what you desire and not out of necessity.”

Piper felt a tingle of thrill seep into her veins, flooding and coursing towards her pulsating crotch.

Did he mean it? After everything, he was willing to be pleasured by her? To be vulnerable with her? She was so overwhelmed and so overrun by her own thoughts and feelings that she didn’t even notice him waving a servo in front of her face.

The woman promptly unfroze.

“Yes, Starscream. It is what I want. Just for tonight.” She thought for a moment. “Now, let’s hurry before the girls come back.”

The winged mech cringed for a second before nodding.

“Wise idea.”

With that, the two readjusted their positions. As Piper stripped down to her underwear, removing her shirt and pants until they landed on the floor, Starscream observed her, now completely resting upon his reclined berth. Although the woman was once accustomed to the watchful gaze of a certain man, she felt oddly bashful around a cybertronian, around him in particular. However, she tried not to allow it to fluster her too much.

Once she was only garbed in her undies, she cocked her head at him, her strands of hair draping over her exposed shoulders.

“May I straddle you?”

Starscream snapped out of his own gaze, causing her to face to gather even more warmth.

“You may.”

Nodding, Piper slowly and carefully climbed atop his frame. In the past, she detained mechs. She knew their weak points, but not their erogenous points. Still, there was no harm in attempting to discover them with a newfound admiration, right?

Below his cockpit and atop his red, metallic pelvis, Piper made herself comfortable. She adjusted her legs for a moment, intending to fit around him as much as she could. Her crotch against the solid armor ached, but not terribly; it was merely something to grow used to.

She glanced upwards at Starscream, whose faceplate was doused in a light shade of pink.

Oh. A blush. It was a tender blush prompted by her.

With a rush of confidence, she recalled what she learned in past and moved against his lower half, strong and fast, in a way that didn’t cause her any discomfort. She avoided slapping her crotch against his own directly, instead using her lithe body to dance for him, displaying her adaptability.

Apparently, the quick rhythms of her body were a bit too much for him to process, as he held out his servos to stop her soon after.

“Not so fast!”

The surprise in his tone caused her eyes to widen in immediate concern. 

“Sorry! Am I doing something wrong?” She halted, feeling the heat of his solid, smooth metal with her bare thighs. “Did I hurt you?”

Scandalized, Starscream shook his helm, his wings fluttering ever so slightly.

“No, no…we…must do this slowly…get me charged up first.”

Piper frowned, suddenly guilty. However, she took his words to heart and continued with her grinding, still thorough in her movements but slower this time. She swayed her hips sensually and passionately, hoping to provide him with enough stimulation to encourage his interface equipment to buzz. 

She didn’t focus too much on his face. Rather, she paid more attention to his body. It trembled below her, his thigh and arm guards nearly rattling from the sensation caused by her hips and her crotch. 

It felt odd to her, but it was nothing too uncomfortable. His warm, metal plating was comforting and welcoming to her, enticing her. Curiously, she lowered her hands, gently grazing them against the black, metal joints of his lower pelvis. With a hum, she fondled them, using her slender fingers to sneak into the concealed, almost softer bits of his armor, the most sensitive parts. 

Starscream’s back arched. 

“If you keep at this, I could...expose my spike at any nanosec.”

Stirred by his words, Piper hummed, feeling her panties grow damp with arousal. 

“Then do it. I want to see you. All of you.”

As Piper lifted her head, her brown eyes locked with his brilliant, blue optics. And then, in sync to his lewd cry, his interface panel slid away with a hiss, revealing his spike to her. Piper was forced to stumble backwards a little out of surprise. His spike was long and thick with flickering biolights and dazzling grooves. It was large, much too large for her to handle inside her. Still, she pushed all thoughts of penetration to the side and gazed at his metallic penis, utterly enthralled by all its glory.

Starscream noticed it, too.

“Do you like what you see?”

Piper ignored him, too fixated on the detailed design of his member. It didn’t look too different from a human’s dick, that was for certain. Still, it possessed enough differences to be viewed as totally alien, especially the glowing bits.

“My…breasts are too small for a proper titfuck, but I can try. Maybe I could even…suck on it for you?”

Starscream’s optics flicked to her lips.

“I am…not opposed.” 

By his tone, he sounded almost eager. Gleefully, Piper nodded and knelt on her knees between his thighs, directly before his spike. With her tongue, she licked the tip, causing it to twitch in response to the stimulation. Hearing his high-pitched whine, the woman brought herself closer, setting her palms on the plating of his thighs as she sucked his cock, using her lips to kiss along his grooves and shaft. In front of her, Starscream shuddered, groaning in place, trying not to move in order to avoid harming her. With her partially-clothed breasts pressed firmly against his spike, Piper spoke to him.

“On Earth, we call this a penis.”

Starscream whined as she repeatedly showered his spike in kisses, ensuring that her appreciation for him was well-received. 

“Yes, I…Oh!”

A trail of pink liquid trickled from the tip of his spike. Inquisitively, Piper observed the substance dribble down his shaft. When she glanced upwards at Starscream, she found him blushing again with his optics wide and luminous. 

“That’s my...” he averted his gaze from her, “…er…transfluid.”

Piper smiled a little, blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face.

“Oh…your cum.” She used her hands to caress him, her palms stroking around his girth. “I like your biolights and grooves. Everything about you, really, is just so…fascinating to me.”

The blush across his cheeks darkened. He understood her sincerity, and he was completely at loss for words. Piper couldn’t help but think about how cute he seemed with his thoughtful optics and tilted helm. With the sound of her gentle voice, coupled with the praise, the mech’s wings gave another timid flap.

Piper smirked, her breasts giving a firm rub to his spike. Her tits, covered by her bra, squished against his member. Understanding his sensitivity, she provided him with nothing but the utmost care, craving to hear more of his sultry moans and whirring frame. Once she pressed another kiss to the tip of his spike, her lips against the wetness of his transfluid, Starscream’s internal mechanics gave a low whine. His body shook, his optics fizzled, and his dermas parted to release a loud moan.

He came, a burst of transfluid squirting on her tits. It was warm, but not uncomfortably so. It didn't pain her at all. In fact, it amused her. Never before did she enjoy the feeling of cum so much. While Starscream proceeded to tremble, his frame sturdy but graceful to look at, Piper smiled at him, sending him a little wink as he recovered. 

“I didn’t expect you to come so soon.”

Recomposing himself, Starscream huffed at her bluntness.

“Yes, well, it wasn’t too difficult with that…technique of yours.”

Piper chuckled, feeling her chest swell with warmth and joy at the fact that she brought him to an orgasm. From her point of view, he appeared more soothed, more relaxed. Her body shook, a smile gracing the features of her pale face. 

He was relieved. It was a job well done. Slowly, reluctantly, she made a move to stand. But then, Starscream’s voice turned soft.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

...

Piper lifted her brow.

“Uh. Back to my bed? I satisfied you, hm?”

Noting her genuine look of confusion, Starscream lifted himself a little, his digits setting gently on both sides of her soft, clothed hips. He smirked when he felt her body slightly jump into him.

“You did. But what about you? Are you unsatisfied?”

During the pause, Starscream’s optics fixated on the pink blush on her cheeks. For a nanosec, he felt incapable of glancing away.

“Maybe.”

The mech nodded, patting her sides in order to soothe her with his touch.

“Come. Strip for me then. Remove those…flimsy garments of yours.”

He narrowed his gaze on her little body, watching her closely as she loosened the strip of white fabric around her chest before tossing it to the floor of their quarters. Now, with her front fully exposed, he observed the way the fleshy mounds on her chest swayed to every movement of hers, slowly and hypnotically. Minding his spike, she climbed further up his frame, sitting above his pelvis but remaining below the canopy of his cockpit. 

Briefly, he pondered to himself. Breasts were sensitive, yes? Why else would they require an extra layer of covering?

Gingerly, he looked to her for approval. With a deeper blush on her face, she nodded. Carefully, testing the waters, he drew his digits over her tits, still wet from his transfluid. Almost immediately, he felt the pink buds in the center of her chest harden, eliciting a low and sweet moan from her.

“Oh.” Starscream grinned, prideful that he was correct. “Is this what they do?”

Piper whined, tossing her head back a bit.

“Y…Yes, when stimulated, our nipples become erect.”

The mech chuckled, causing her to shiver.

“How charming. So small and so sensitive.” 

He squished the soft and tender mounds, enjoying the way they bounced into his touch. Every little movement of his caused Piper to whine, filling Starscream with more excitement than ever before. Curiously, he gave the buds of her breasts a pinch, encouraging her to moan once more. Her cries were soft and gentle, entirely lewd but still very graceful and even modest to his audial receptors.

After giving her breasts another rub with his digits, his attention then flickered to her lower body, still concealed behind her underwear. 

“I want to see more of you, Piper. May I?”

Through lidded eyes, she nodded, her hips shuffling as she played with the fabric hiding her crotch. Starscream chose to help her, using his own digits to slip under the waistband of her panties before dragging them down her legs. Once she kicked them off her feet, Starscream now held her in both of his servos, tenderly and securely. At the tilt of his helm, Piper parted her legs for him to see her. 

“Oh.” He blinked at the sight of her interface array. “That’s right. Human females usually don’t possess spikes.”

And then, he purred.

“But what a lovely valve you have…”

Piper’s thighs shifted, the pink flesh of her valve moistening. Once Starscream caught the woman biting her lower lip, he then realized that he discovered her dirty, little secret.

“Mm, you liked that? Do you enjoy the sound of my voice, Piper?”

He drew out every word just for her. In the palms of his servos, she cried out.

“Y…Yes!”

As he laughed, he made absolutely certain that the sound of it reverberated throughout every bone in her body.

“Then you will really enjoy this…”

Starscream brought her closer to his mouthpiece before opening his dermas and exposing his long and smooth glossa. Between her legs, Piper stared at his tongue, her pale face as red as the plating of his own frame. Slowly, he lowered his helm and touched the tip of his glossa to the bud on her valve that resembled a node. Almost by instinct, Piper’s thighs clenched around his armored faceplate.

“Starscream!”

Feeling the hot flesh constrict his plating invigorated him. Striving to make her clench even more, his glossa flicked against her node, slipping down her wet folds and towards her entrance, but refusing to enter. Instead, he returned to her node to punish it. 

Her taste was abnormal. Fitting for a human, he supposed, but not unwelcoming. It was even sweet. 

“Oh, Starscream!”

The call of his name in such a desperate manner encouraged his spike to throb. His digits grazed against her thighs, relishing in the squish and the thickness of them. His wings flapped, swiftly and excitedly. 

Despite everything, Piper was a delight to pleasure, to hold, and to cradle.

But then, much to his surprise, she released a moan that was much louder than the rest, much lewder than the rest. Starscream slowed the movements of his glossa, recognizing her clenching but also realizing that something was strange. Off, even. She shook in a manner that seemed to be exaggerated. 

The cybertronian retracted his glossa from her.

“Hmmm.”

Piper shook in his servos, lifting her head to give him a look.

“What’s wrong?”

Starscream didn’t hold back his suspicion. 

“That was an unusual overload.” His gaze fixed on her. “Tell me, Piper, was it real or was it fake?”

He already knew the answer; he merely wanted her to admit her attempt at deceit.

Piper’s brown eyes glowed in the strong light of his own optics. Finally, she sighed.

“It was fake.”

With her legs, she hid her crotch, trying to hide her shame.

“I…don’t know what’s wrong with me. I haven’t been able to orgasm ever since Andrew....”

Her words became caught in her throat. She fell silent, even whimpering. 

Starscream growled. 

He understood who Andrew was. With his servos, he gently felt her back where her implants remained forever. Because of him. Dr. Meridian. Starscream felt a tiny flicker of fury in his spark, recalling how her experience with Mandroid reminded him of a certain mech. 

He scowled and promptly digressed from his anger, shifting his frown to a much softer gaze, not allowing foul memories to taint such a sensual moment with his human.

“Hm. Sounds as though no one was providing any effort to please you.”

Starscream recovered his smug grin, his anger ebbing and allowing access for a new emotion, a sweeter emotion. 

“But not to worry, my dearest Piper…I shall provide you with my best.”

Dazed, the woman cocked her head to the side, her black locks rippling over her bare shoulders. The moonlight from the windows glimmered perfectly across her skin.

“Huh?”

Starscream continued, his sense of ego spiking.

“I may not fully understand humans, but you and I…our species…are quite similar in many ways. After all, you aren’t the only one with experience here.”

He barked out a laugh at her surprised reaction.

“I am no fool, Piper.”

Before he could welcome the feeling of her legs around his helm, he fingered her with his digit, stimulating her even harder. Piper squirmed at the attention, submitting herself to his gentle stimulation. Above her moans, he cackled, sensing her slight reluctance to orgasm for him by the tightness of her thighs.

“Oh, you think you can hold on? Think that I’m not good enough? I’ll show you a real good time.”

He then pulled his finger away before pressing his mouthpiece to her pussy and kissing her clit. As Piper squealed, Starscream released a moan of his own, deep and rumbling, grinning at the way her knees shook around his helm. She grabbed onto his servos, completely unable to produce a proper sentence. 

“Starscream!”

The Decepticon retracted his glossa. And then, he fucked her valve with his large digit, cherishing the warm slickness of it. Slowly, purposefully, he spoke from the depths of his spark.

“I am no human man, and I can and will be the best frag you’ll ever receive, me, one of the ‘bots you used to despise, and this, my dear, is only a taste of what I can provide.”

There was no mistaking it. At his very words, Piper truly came this time, her walls contracting around his digit as she unloaded, coating his fingertip in her fluids. As Starscream’s spark thrummed with pride and joy, he slipped his digit away from her valve to lick it. Piper gazed at him with bright, brown eyes and trembled from overstimulation. To help her recover, Starscream massaged her legs with his servos, running the tips of his digits up and down her thighs and across her narrow hips.

“That was...the hardest I ever came in my life.”

Starscream blinked, blushing pink and astonished by her words. 

Was he proud? Absolutely. Pleased? Naturally. He could barely contain the thrumming of his spark inside its casing! He was, after all, the best she could ever have.

So. Why did it surprise him? 

It then occurred to him that he had yet to respond to her. 

“O…Oh, already?” His grin returned. “We haven’t even actually interfaced yet.”

Piper’s eyes expanded. In an act of rapture and in bliss, she voiced her needs to him.

“Fuck me, Starscream.”

Starscream’s spike pressurized at her words, but he still decided to toy with her.

“Hm? What was that? I can’t hear you when you whimper.”

Piper grabbed onto his digit.

“Please, Starscream. Just. Fuck me. I need you. So, so bad right now.”

Starscream stared at her with a lighter smirk, his optics glistening and his spark humming.

“As you wish.”

With that, he set her down to his berth, planting her precious body between the cushions. Once he was a safe distance from her, he activated his mass-displacement technology. His frame whirred and clicked as he shifted his mass, growing smaller and easier to manage for her. 

“Much better.”

Now, on his large berth, he loomed over Piper, preparing her by stroking his spike against her wet folds.

“Ready?” The woman bit her lip and nodded.

“Yes.”

Slowly, carefully, Starscream eased himself inside her, already losing himself at the sensation of her wetness and softness around his spike. At first, Piper winced, and then, she quickly accommodated him with a blissful moan. Likewise, Starscream nearly stammered over his words, flustered by the otherworldly feeling of his metallic spike buried in such a warm and soft hole.

“Is it...comfortable?”

“Mmhm! Big.”

Starscream laughed, beginning to move inside her, one servo planted beside her head while the other stroked down her side, tenderly, almost protectively. As she gripped the sheets below, the mech quickened his thrusting, creating such lewd sounds of metal on flesh. His wings fluttered as he rocked into her, feeling her legs beginning to wrap around him. 

“Hold me tight. Hold me close.” Steam rolled out from his dermas. “Do whatever you need to feel satisfied.” 

Although she was reduced to a moaning mess, Starscream couldn’t help but release cries of his own, needy and desperate cries to match her own. In the throes of ecstasy, Piper arched her back, craving more of his spike and his touch. 

“Y…Yes! Starscream!” She threw her head back against the berth. “Harder! Faster!”

He was careful, but he did as she desired, his own internal mechanics whining loudly as he did his best to hit the spot inside her that prompted her back to arch over and over.

He couldn’t receive enough of it. 

As her legs gripped him tight, quivering wildly, so did the walls of her pussy, holding him in such a way that forced him to moan her name. 

It sounded like the loveliest name in all the cosmos.  

With every sway of his hips, Starscream pushed her closer and closer to the edge of bliss. 

“Feel me, Piper.” He talked to her, proceeding to tease her while fucking her with all his might and care. “Realize that I’m the one who’s making you feel so good.”

As he focused his full attention on her, he found himself lost in the sight of her face, noting the deep blush and wavy hair along with the dark eyes and luscious lips. Such lovely features for a human, especially while engaged in such a passionate state of joy. 

Was she always so beautiful?  

Piper snapped him out of his daze with another moan.

“I’m going to fucking come!”

Starscream smirked. With that, he lowered his dermas as close as he could to her ear, his chest plating as well the canopy of his cockpit against her breasts, his vents low and breathy.

“Overload, Piper. Overload for me.”

Without any reluctance, she came, her walls gripping his spike in a manner that caused his vision to blur with stars. In response, he worked overtime on her pussy, thrusting into her rapidly and thoroughly while still maintaining a gentle pace. As she clung to him, he displayed his appreciation by pressing kisses to her neck and collarbone, even using his denta to nibble at the bits of skin. 

“Starscream!”

The cybertronian moaned against her, using his dermas to plant more kisses across her face. With his digits, he stroked her side, guiding her and reminding her that he was always present. Piper gradually recovered from her orgasm, her arms now wrapped as far as they could around his frame. His spike jerked inside her. With each thrust, Starscream felt his hold on her loosening. 

“I’m…close!”

His voice glitched. With his warning said, he came soon after, his optics flickering bright and his wings flapping fast. Hot transfluid spilled inside her valve, his release granting him the opportunity to glimpse at Primus himself. Before he could fill her completely, however, he regained himself and pulled out from her swiftly, brushing the tip of his spike against her clit as his transfluid spilled onto the sheets of his berth.

Confused, Piper stared at him.

“Just a precaution,” Starscream said, still heavy in his vents. “I do not wish for you to be harmed by my transfluid.”

Piper nodded in agreement, slowly unwrapping herself from the mech. With a noisy exhale, she flopped down to the sheets. Starscream chuckled a little, drawing near her while minding the mess he created. 

“Are you alright?”

She nodded at him.

“Yes, I’m fine. What about you?”

Starscream smiled.

“Yes, I’m quite alright.”

Piper smiled back at him before lifting herself, presumably to leave him. As she did so, however, Starscream touched her arm.

“Again. I ask. Where are you going?”

Piper didn’t respond. In her silence, Starscream focused on the implants of her spine, wondering.

“The scars he left on you…do they still hurt?”

Slowly, Piper turned back to him.

“Occasionally, yes.”

Starscream nodded, outstretching his servos.

“Then allow me to massage them.”

Piper approached him. Gently, she settled into his embrace, resting her back against his chest plate. Before he could touch her back, however, she looked to him. Her eyes, soft with care, gazed thoughtfully into his own.

“May I demonstrate a human custom again? One that involves our lips?”

Starscream blinked. And then, it hit him. Slowly, without pause, he leaned in and closed his optics. Still naked and still wet, the two kissed, her plump lips warm against his smooth dermas.

As the night drew on, he held her close, wondering if she was always so tender to the touch.

[sultrycometz]

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

[sultrycometz]

THANK YOU, ROSE! WAHHH, THIS IS SO DELICIOUS! ❤️🥰

TFP Starscream sucking from Fem! Human Reader's tits please. 🙏 Either HCs or a ficlet. Whichever you prefer.

TFP Starscream x fem!human Reader

My friend!! Here's a ficlet for you, I hope you enjoy hehehe

Warnings: Breast Play, Dry Humping

Word Count: 609

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

"My, oh my, how gorgeous you are."

It hadn't taken you long to rip the shirt over your head. How could you not when you have a set of dermas all over your neck? It had been a long day apart, and all you both wanted was some close, quality time together.

Mass-displaced, Starscream backs you up against the bed, pressed so close together you can see the condensation of your breath forming on his chassis. Sharp talons carefully dance around your waistline. They slowly travel up your sides and stop at the swell of your covered tits, and you let out a breathy sigh as he gives them a squeeze.

"Feeling touchy today?"

"Am I not allowed to be?" Starscream lightly scoffs, pushing and squeezing them together, enamoured with the softness as always, "I swear, you humans and your euphemisms."

"Would you rather me say you must be horny as fuck because you've had a bad day?"

The seeker pauses his ministrations and narrows his optics, a small smirk playing on his dermas. You must have really tugged on a nerve, a good one, you hope. He swiftly moves a servo to your chin and tilts it up to look into your eyes, and that sends an exciting shiver down your spine.

"How about you be a good girl, get on that berth and take this silly garment off."

"Yes, sir~"

You obey by sitting with unbroken eye contact and reach around to unclip your bra. No sooner than it takes you to toss it away, his servos latch onto you again, pushing you down the rest of the way onto the berth. He's not even worried that you're half hanging off, the desperation in his movements is enough to tell you that you're getting fucked right where you are.

"I've waited enough for this." Starscream murmurs and leans down to kiss your neck again, only to feel the vibrations of your moans when he pinches a bud.

He works his way down feverishly, stopping at the valley between your breasts. The cold contrast of his faceplate against your warm skin sends another shiver down your spine, and you almost cry out when he takes a nipple into his mouth.

"Starscream-" You bite your lower lip and roll your eyes back, head resting on the berth as he lavishes you. Your body immediately reacts by arching into him.

He makes no response other than a smirk against your flesh. Wrapping his dermas around, he gently sucks and flicks at your nipple with his glossa which draws another delicious moan from you. His other servo never neglects the other as it kneads and paws at it, much like a kitten.

Becoming increasingly wet by the second, your thighs spread effortlessly and Starscream takes advantage by pressing his swollen crotch against you, grinding against your clothed pussy as he slowly pulls your nipple through his dentae with a pop. It sends a hot tingling jolt right through you and a gasp.

"Hah- It certainly does not take long for your body to become willing," He enunciates by a hard grind and a squeeze of your breasts yet again, thumbing at your buds, "Though I shouldn't be one to talk, it's hard to resist the... compliance of your flesh."

Your breath catches in your throat and before you can quip back at him, he dips back down to attack your other breast. You feel his glossa circling, teasing you before latching back on to suck, one of your hands moving to the back of his helm to push him closer, no choice but to lay there and drown in the pleasure.

[sultrycometz]

Mating Season (Mer!TFP Starscream/OC)

Divider: inklore Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Word Count: 3,000+ Prompt: Starscream is becoming unusually reckless around his human friend.

Starscream was in a rut. Quite literally. For the past several weeks, the mer mech observed the redheaded human away from the shoreline of the island, contemplating to himself. With a twinge in his spark, he watched her interact with her fellow humans, tend to other marine creatures, and even play with her ball and net. It was a game called "volleyball", and Starscream found himself ogling the way her soft and flexible body moved with every hop and leap across the sandy stretch of land. In time, during the quiet hours of night, the rogue Deceptimer noticed certain feelings begin to arise within him. He felt unusually antsy, additionally snappy, and regrettably lustful. Starscream attempted to court her, flicking his fins and performing certain movements in an effort to gain her attention. So far, his efforts bore no fruit. Nonetheless, he defended his island, growing possessive over the little human who saved his life from certain doom some time ago.

From the underwater wreckage of an old ship, he swam, shifting his weapons inward to gather more speed. He didn’t halt for a moment, his sights set on only one goal for the day.

He wanted to speak with her.

Before long, he arrived at the island and poked his helm out from the sea. He waited, and then he waited some more, becoming increasingly bored until the woman approached him from the beach. He smacked his tail against the surface of the water, and it successfully captured her attention.

Starscream’s scarlet optics fixed on her, watching her red hair sway with every bounce in her step. The skin uncovered by her wetsuit shimmered in the sunlight. A smile graced her face as she halted near the edge of the dock and sat down to greet him.

Starscream pouted.

“Well, it certainly took you long enough.”

Juniper frowned.

“Hello to you, too.” She sighed. “Sorry, my mates back at the lab wanted-”

Suddenly, Starscream froze. And then, his optics narrowed, his mechanical tail fins flaring in anger.

“Your…what?”

Juniper gave him an odd look.

“Mates! As in…friends?”

Starscream blinked. Once the realization settled inside his procesor, he calmed, lifting himself higher above the ocean’s surface.

Oh.

“Of course. I knew that.”

But the woman’s frown deepened. She kicked her legs over the dock, thinking heavily, her feet churning the water below her.

“Dude, why have you been so cranky lately? Lack of energon or what?”

Starscream huffed.

“It’s nothing. Well, nothing that you would understand.”

Juniper forced out a chuckle.

“I’m a marine biologist, Starscream. I love to learn new things, especially about you.”

Starscream went still in the water, repeating the words inside his helm. Despite her frustration with him, she also displayed a genuine interest in him. Juniper was an odd human, but he also supposed that she was the only human he enjoyed sharing his company with.

Flustered, Starscream started to speak until there was a shout from behind her, belonging to someone unfamiliar to him.

“Hey! Juni! Where are you?”

A look of panic crossed her face. Without thinking, she hopped into the water. Instinctively, Starscream grabbed her sides and held her close to his metal chest, steadying her beneath the dock.

The human above them stepped onto the wooden plank overlooking the ocean. He paused there for a moment, and Starscream glowered at him, muttering curses inside his helm.

The cybermer cradled Juniper, feeling her soft body lean against him. She remained still, refusing to splash the water or even kick her legs. There was no need to, not when the mer mech held her so close to the front of his frame. Using the strength of his tail, he kept them afloat.

But as he squished her, more heat flourished across his silver faceplate. And then, that was when he felt something recognizable. Within the water, near his lower half, there was a click, alerting him to the fact that his spike just revealed itself against her rear.

Scrap.

Before Juniper could even release a gasp, Starscream pressed his blunt palm to her mouth, mindful of his claws.

“Alright, I’ll just catch you later.”

With that, the man on the dock made his leave.

Once the coast was clear, Starscream released her. For a second, the two gazed at each other, their eyes wide and expressions full of shock. Starscream didn’t know how to react, so he stumbled, and then Juniper’s stunned expression fell.

“It’s mating season, isn’t it?”

The mer gawked at her.

“How did you…?”

Juniper shook her head, her wet hair clinging to her face.

“You think I didn’t notice the signs of you trying to court me these last few days?”

Starscream stammered.

“Well, I was attempting to remain discreet.”

The human nodded.

“Yeah, sure.”

Instead of paying attention to her sarcastic tone of voice, Starscream’s optic ridges furrowed in bewilderment.

“Wait, if you knew that I was trying to court you, then why did you ignore me?”

As she treaded water in front of him, Juniper smiled at him.

“I was waiting for you to ask me, but knowing how difficult it is for you?”

A hint of red blossomed across her cheeks as she tried to avoid kicking his cock with her legs.

“Can I mate with you? To help with your rut, of course.”

Starscream’s processor went temporarily blank out of pure surprise. Was he hearing her correctly? Or, was he simply too old and misheard her? No, it was definitely the former. Finally, after noticing the pause of silence, he stuttered, not desiring to waste the opportunity.

“Yes! Yes, of course…to help ease me of my biological torment.”

Juniper giggled, nearing him.

“Well, let’s go somewhere more private.”

Starscream bit his lower derma, his spike already twitching.

“The alcove, then?”

“The alcove.”

…

The alcove was a secret place, accessible to both Juniper and Starscream as an area of land and sea. No one knew about it except for them. It was their safe haven, their own special getaway from prying eyes. During the journey towards the alcove, Starscream was forced to seal his spike behind its panel as he swam. It irked him like a cramp, especially as it proceeded to twitch from the restraints. Nonetheless, he endured it, not wishing to cause a fuss before interfacing.

In shallow waters, the mer mech watched as Juniper tended to the tide pools, touching the rocks with her dainty, little hands.

“Well?” Starscream huffed, irritated and impatient. “Are we doing this or not?”

The woman glanced at him and smiled.

“We are. I’m only admiring nature’s tiny ecosystems.”

Starscream scoffed.

“You should be admiring me.”

“I can do both!”

Juniper approached him, her feet now in the water. Swiftly, she began to strip, unzipping the back to her wetsuit and revealing flimsier clothing beneath it. She bit her lower lip, eyeing him curiously but hesitantly.

“So, are we even…compatible?”

Starscream’s optics were so fixed on the squishy curves of her body that he almost neglected to respond to her.

“Certainly. We cybermers interface in a way that’s similar to you mammals.”

Juniper paused.

“Do you give live birth to your young?”

Starscream nearly performed a double-take. He was aware that she was inquisitive, but not that inquisitive.

“I hardly see how that’s applicable here! I do not intend to...breed you.”

Heat flourished across his faceplate. Just then, an image of Juniper full and gravid manifested in his processor. No matter how hard he shook his helm, he couldn’t rid himself of the mental sight.

And then, he heard a playful chuckle.

“Yet.”

Starscream’s jaw nearly hit the sandy floor below him.

“You would carry for me?”

Juniper shrugged, tossing her wetsuit and other fabrics away from the shoreline.

“Sure. Why not? It would be an interesting experiment.”

Starscream blinked, uncertain of what to say. Before long, however, he grumbled.

“Ridiculous! We're not even the same species."

The redhead waded into the ocean, chuckling. Once she reached out for the cybermer, he swept her into his claws and rotated on his back. Juniper’s torso rested against his front. He blushed at how soft and warm she felt, how easy it seemed to sink his digits into her flesh to make her squeal in delight.

But he held himself back for now.

She relaxed for a moment, making herself comfortable against his (significantly) larger body. With her limbs, she wrapped around him as far as she could, embracing him while avoiding the segmented sections of his pelvis.

Eventually, she lowered herself until she found his interface panel.

“Wanna open up for me?”

Starscream, enticed by the tease, did so with ease. The crimson biolights of his silver spike glimmered beneath the rays of the sun.

Juniper smiled, lifting herself before pressing her plump chest against him. His optics widened at the strange, new feeling, encouraging his frame to shiver in the water. As she started to rub, his spike pressurized almost instantly.

From the narrow gap in her chest, she squeezed his spike, stroking him up and down by use of her body. Her hands sat on either side of his pelvis while her legs rested against his tail. Small waves splashed against her, but she wasn’t bothered in the slightest. In fact, it only invigorated her into caressing him more fervently with her pale skin.

Starscream drew his claw down her hair, gently and carefully. His optics flickered, and his faceplate contorted into a look of bliss. Deep inside him, he sensed a pressure building.

‘No,’ he thought to himself, ‘I can’t be so close to an overload already!”

“Having fun, Barracuda?”

The sweet sound of her voice stirred him into moaning.

“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop. Oh! Please! Worship me!”

There was a pause. Juniper winked at him. And then, she pulled herself away without a single warning.

“What a brat.”

Starscream whimpered, smacking the water below him with his tail fins and causing the woman atop him to giggle.

“But I guess everyone wants praise.”

She returned to him, deciding to kiss the tip of his spike. The presence of her lips on him prompted another high-pitched moan to escape his dermas. Oh, how desperately he craved for her lips to be on his own.

When Juniper stroked his shaft with the wet palms of her hands, Starscream’s overload hit. He came, exploding onto her bare chest. She trembled and smiled, sighing as the water wiped her free of his transfluid. Instead of retracting herself from him, Juniper proceeded to rub his grooves and biolights, ensuring that he finished his overload properly.

“That’s it. What a good boy.”

Starscream shivered, allowing himself to recover. The internal systems of his frame produced a series of whines, loud enough for even Juniper to hear. His vocalizer clicked, and his helm leaned back against the water.

Juniper began to move across him, exploring him. Gingerly, she teased his transformation seams, pinching the delicate bits of him but never delving too far. Starscream moaned, giving way to pleasure. The worship of his body caused him to think aloud.

“You’re…not afraid?”

She laughed.

“I was. Not anymore.”

Carefully, she reached past his Deceptimer insignia and made it to his faceplate. After sharing a single look, the pair closed their eyes and kissed. At first, Starscream was surprised. By now, he shouldn’t be. Her lips were warm and soft, just like the rest of her, only smoother and more delicate. In an act of passion, Starscream nibbled at her lower lip. She gasped, but she chose to kiss him harder, her lips wet against his salty dermas. Deep beneath the plating of his chest, he thought he heard his spark hum.

Once she pulled away for air, Starscream couldn’t help but grin at her, more confident than before.

“Now, what’s this? What happened to all that bravado, my dear?”

Juniper’s face turned red before she gave a shy smile.

“Just surprised by the presence of yours.”

The cybermer chuckled.

“Oh, but you should know me better by now.”

With both servos, he lifted her, squishing her tenderly until her breasts were against his faceplate. With no complaints received, Starscream leaned forward and bit at the pink buds on her.

“Ow!” Juniper squeaked. “You’re supposed to suck! Not bite!”

Starscream hummed, reconsidering. He listened, deciding to now suck instead. The fleshy pebbles hardened, and he welcomed the sound of her moans mixed with her whimpers with great joy.

“Oh! Yes! Yes!”

It was like licking an energon goodie. His spike jerked around, the force of his tail fins causing a commotion in the water surrounding them. As his frame ran hot, his claws rested on either side of her hips, steadying her.

“Starscream!”

With her chest so close against him, he could almost feel the beats of her own heart, the small organ that kept her alive at all times. Her hands gripped the sides of his helm, tightening with every sucking motion of his mouthpiece. He chuckled, tapping her skin with his digits, filling her with a rush of ecstasy from his motions.

He just didn’t expect her to come so soon.

She overloaded, removing herself from Starscream’s dermas to arch her back. The sunlight shimmered in her wet hair, the look of rapture so bright and shining on her face. With his claws, he stroked her back, calming her as her fluids trickled into the ocean. Once she relaxed, she looked at him.

“Did you just overload?”

Juniper said nothing but nodded, confirming what he already knew.

“Hm,” Starscream said, “you must be more sensitive than I thought.”

Just then, Juniper reached down into the water with her hand and splashed a tiny wave on him. He rolled his optics but smirked, knowing that he now possessed the upper-hand.

“Make yourself comfortable, Guppy,” he straightened himself, “and I shall provide you with a well-deserved spiking.”

Juniper did as she was told, resting her back against his front and residing just above his spike.

“Uh. This could be a stretch.”

Starscream blinked, a little nervous.

“I’m…certain you will fit.”

Before he could suggest another pause, Juniper slid onto the tip of his spike. Although the two groaned and winced at the differing sensations in biology, a sigh soon left each of them in near unison. Gradually, her walls clenched around the top of him and held him securely.

“It’s perfect.”

Starscream agreed with Juniper, cradling her close.

“Seems as though you’re meant for me.”

Slowly, cautiously, the mer mech moved inside her, not allowing himself to thrust into her just yet. He was patient with her, granting her the opportunity to grow accustomed to the size of his spike before truly fragging her.

And yet, Juniper was full of so many surprises.

She moaned, lifting her arms over her head to grab at his helm and crest. She swayed her hips, starting to bounce on him. Accepting the invitation, Starscream thrusted into her with gentle motions, stretching her. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore did little to muffle the noises caused by their interfacing, slick and slippery.

“Oh, my Juniper…”

Greedily, he lowered his helm, beginning to nip at her collarbone. He was tender, but he quickly realized that it was a display of possession.

Well, he took it in stride.

“Such a pretty human you are,” he crooned into her ear, “all mine to touch, to hold, to fuck…”

He knew that the use of the human term would drive her wild, and it did.

“Starscream!”

As she rode him, he nibbled on her sensitive neck, leaving marks and bruises. Would she be able to hide them from her human companions later in the day? A clear sign that she belonged to someone else? The thought alone sent his spike trembling within her.

“Oh, Starscream!" She tossed her head back against him. "Touch me!"

"Touch you?" Starscream moaned between his words. "Where?"

"My clit! Down there!"

Starscream tilted his helm to the side, curious. With the blunt side of his claw, the cybermer reached down and touched the little nub of her valve, assuming that it was her node, her "clit", as she said. He provided her with additional stimulation, flicking and rubbing the bud. She couldn’t fit all of him, naturally, but she did impress him with just how much she could take of his spike. Choosing to tease her node was merely a boost for her.

It did the trick.

Soon enough, Juniper’s soft walls constricted his spike, fidgeting, suggesting that she was close to an overload.

“Starscream! I’m gonna come!”

The cybermer heaved into her ear, feeling his release build and his spike swelling.

“Then don’t keep me waiting.”

She came immediately, gripping his spike for one moment and then releasing it the next. He felt her shudder, and he heard her moan. Every movement of her body and every sound that came from her lips, encouraged his optics to flicker and flash. He couldn't receive enough of her, his feeling of lust tethered to her own. Or, maybe it was something more. Knowing her sensitivity, Starscream continued to thrust inside her just right, sensing the inevitability of his own overload. He licked her neck with his glossa, warning her of what was to come.

“Scrap.”

He couldn't even warn her properly. His overload approached swiftly and rapidly, overwhelming him easily with a raw and powerful wave of pleasure. Soon enough, he filled her, pumping her rich with his warm transfluid.

“Ah!”

Starscream and Juniper moaned together, holding each other, embracing each other as she welcomed him inside her. It was rare for two mates to overload in sync and with perfect intensity, and yet they managed to do so without even trying.

Was she actually meant for him all this time? Her? A human? Starscream decided to not think too much now. After all, he had a duty to uphold.

He moaned against her neck, stroking her carefully as his tail flicked and his arms twitched from the stimulation. He didn't want to disturb her too much after an overload. Still, he made certain not to relax for too long, no matter how enraptured he felt with her.

Starscream then lifted her from him, causing the rest of him to spill out into the water below them. Atop him, Juniper sighed, resting her hand against her forehead.

“Let’s hope that you’re not toxic.” She paused. “Are you alright? Why'd you pull out so soon?”

He took a moment to vent and clear vocalizer, blushing hard.

"For safety reasons, of course."

Starscream couldn’t say much else, but he proceeded to hold her close. For several moments, there was nothing except the sound of rolling waves against the rocks. And then, Juniper chuckled a little.

“You’re holding me like an otter.”

Starscream was puzzled.

“A what?”

“It’s a marine mammal that…never mind.” She sighed into him. “Thank you for mating with me. I’ve learned much during this experience.”

Starscream blinked.

“Like what?”

Juniper’s tone was tinged in mischief.

“You’re a lot more submissive than I initially believed.”

Starscream nearly squawked.

“S…Submissive? You were the one moaning my name while my spike was nestled inside you!”

He wasn’t genuinely upset, but he was annoyed. He poked her sides, causing her to laugh. He continued to lightly scribble his claws against her skin until she was trapped in a fit of giggles.

Starscream smiled, feeling fulfilled.

Maybe next time during a rut, he really should just ask.

[sultrycometz]

Hot Wash (TFE Bumblebee/Charlie Watson)

Divider: inklore Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Word Count: 2,500+ Plot: Charlie's missed her boyfriend, and she wants to show her appreciation for him by giving his new alt-mode a wash! (Thank you for the inspiration, @youkaiyume)!

It was past noon at Charlie’s auto-repair shop in Witwicky, Pennsylvania. The summer air was hot and humid while the cool breeze carried the faintest scent of fresh flowers along with it, enticing the woman’s nose and taste buds. Near her driveway, she prepared for her boyfriend’s car wash, filling the colorful containers with soapy water and fluffy sponges. There was no need for anything fancy; there was something nostalgic about cleansing her lover the old-fashioned way.

Charlie could barely contain her excitement, bouncing from one foot to the next, her brown hair hovering above her shoulders. According to Bumblebee, he was only several kliks away from her home. 

It only took several more seconds of waiting. A smile swept across her pale face once she caught a glimpse of the yellow sports car. Once he reached the driveway, he transformed into robot mode, stretching upon arrival. Fortunately, due to the quiet location of her residence, Charlie didn’t have to worry about any onlookers spying on them. He was safe with her. 

“Thank Primus,” Bumblebee exclaimed, “finally, some peace and quiet!”

Charlie chuckled, throwing a dry towel over her shoulder and easily identifying the dramatics.

“Oh, come on, Bee. You love those kids.”

Bumblebee smirked a little, reminiscing on his most recent adventures with the Maltos. 

“Well, they’ve definitely grown on me, that’s for sure.” He lowered himself to Charlie, his blue optics bright yet gentle. “I’ve just…really been craving some alone time with my favorite girl.”

Charlie laughed, lifting herself on her toes to touch the Autobot sigil on his chest plating.

“More like woman. It’s been years since we’ve seen each other, Bee. I’ve missed you.”

Bumblebee’s smirk relaxed to a soft and familiar smile, the one she always held close to her heart.

“Yeah, I missed you, too, Charlie.”

She winked at him, retracting herself from him to lift the bucket at her side for emphasis.

“Now. Transform! I want to clean that shiny, new alt-mode of yours.”

Bumblebee did so without question, straightening himself and stepping away for her safety before shifting and bending his mechanical bits and pieces back into the form of a sports car. Charlie beamed at him, starting to use the nearest hose to rinse him down. 

The rays from the afternoon sun shimmered across the vehicle, turning the yellow hues into gold, radiant and dazzling. As Bumblebee released his noticeable sounds of delight, Charlie smiled as bursts of water against the wind caused her camisole and shorts to dampen. She was careful and thorough, rinsing his wheels, his mirrors, and adjusting the water pressure whenever it was necessary. His alt-mode was sleek and pristine. Clearly, he cared very much about his appearance, almost as much as he enjoyed racing. 

It was heavenly, observing the way his windows reflected the sunlight from the water droplets that showered atop him. Charlie couldn’t receive enough of his ethereal beauty. Although his form wasn’t the same, his lively spirit certainly was. It was the same Bumblebee, the very same cybertronian she fell deeply in love with back in California. 

Once Charlie believed that he was appropriately rinsed, she turned the hose off and grabbed the nearest bucket. When she neared his front window, Bumblebee spoke.

“So, whatcha think?” There was playfulness in his tone. “Do I still look pretty cool?”

Charlie snickered.

“You do, I’ll have to admit. But you were much cuter as a beetle.”

Bumblebee scoffed.

“What? Hey, I’m still cute!”

Charlie only laughed harder, wiping down his window with her soapy mitt. 

During the wash, more sprays of water soaked her clothes, causing her nipples to poke through the flimsy fabric of her camisole. It was to be expected, so it didn’t bother her in the slightest. In fact, it made her grin. She noticed the way the mech’s mirror adjusted and turned, attempting to gain the best view of her. Charlie hummed, deciding to tease him for his friskiness by soaping down her own front. There was no need to hide her true feelings from him. She was utterly infatuated with him. If he wanted to be naughty, then by all means, she would be naughty right back at him.

“Mind if I wash your hood?”

Bumblebee’s engine revved before he quickly silenced himself.

“I mean, uh…sure.”

Charlie grinned, leaning her breasts on the hood of the sports car. It was cold but also quite warm, the blush on her own cheeks expanding across her face. She was slow and gentle, using her mitts as well as her own body to clean him with the soap. She moved in a way that left his internal mechanics whining and begging for more. Understanding how she was making him feel while sensing her own arousal within the pit of her abdomen, she started to whisper to him.

“Excited? I am, too.” 

Again, there was another audible rev that shook his entire alt-mode. 

Charlie chuckled before removing herself from him, feeling hot and bothered. After several minutes of tending to his wheels and his rear, she rinsed him with the hose. Watching the water ripple over his golden paint was almost hypnotizing. It was no secret that Bumblebee was a pretty Autobot, but how on Earth did she earn such a caring and doting boyfriend? 

The evening sun lingered in the sky. As the water and soap mixed together and drained down the driveway, Bumblebee transformed into robot mode and shook himself, trying to dry himself as much as he could from the wash. 

Charlie admired him closely, nodding her head.

“How do you feel?”

Bumblebee smiled, his optics large and glistening.

“I feel…amazing! No, better than amazing, I feel…nostalgic.” His joyful look softened as he lowered himself closer to her level, speaking to her from his own spark. “I…really did miss you, Charlie. After all this time, I never stopped thinking about you.”

The woman pressed a kiss to his hot cheek. When she pulled away to chuckle at his awed expression, she then bit her lip, feeling her own arousal throb and pulsate between her legs.

“Wanna take this into the garage?” 

His answer was immediate, his door-wings flicking in anticipation. 

“Oho, it would be my pleasure!”

With that, the pair made their way inside the garage. Given the wide assortment of tools, it was a tight squeeze, but the two made it work for themselves. Charlie was quick to close the door of the garage, allowing it to rumble. Afterwards, she then began to strip herself of her loose, wet clothing. She threw her camisole over her head and tossed it to the floor, noting the way Bumblebee’s gaze fixated on her bouncing chest. However, before she could fiddle with her shorts, Bumblebee took her hands in his servos.

“Here, let me take care of you.”

Charlie blinked, becoming immersed in those blue, crystalline optics of his. She met his smile with a nod and a laugh, finding nothing but solace in his voice.

“Alright.”

With his aid, she unzipped her pants and tossed them to the side. His digits were thick but nimble, working overtime to undress her. Soon garbed in only her underwear, the mech brought her into his arms and set her on the highest shelf. She pressed her bare back to the large, smooth surface, her breaths swift and heavy. Bumblebee removed her panties with ease, hooking his large fingers beneath the waistband before pulling them down and off her legs. Charlie shuddered, her arousal spiking as her cunt twitched, desperate for stimulation.

Between her legs, Bumblebee looked at her.

“Ready?”

Charlie nodded.

“Go crazy.”

His dermas parted, revealing his smooth glossa. The woman moaned atop the empty shelf, crying out in pure bliss as she squirmed and shifted her legs against the Autobot’s helm. Bumblebee was as diligent as he was kind, using his alien tongue to flick against her slit and dip between her folds. 

“F…Fuck, Bee…” 

Her fingers found their way to the horns on his helm, giving them a little tug. Apparently, he enjoyed the action more than she did.

“Do that again, Charlie, please…” 

She did, repeating her movements over and over again until he was moaning himself, his own hips swaying against the lower shelf. Once the tip of his glossa hit her clit, she was a goner. Charlie mewled, her brown eyes flashing bright against the dim light of the garage. Her head leaned backwards, her back arching as she shifted her body to meet more of his mouthpiece. 

“Bumblebee!”

Sweat trickled down the side of her face. Her chest lifted and fell, increasing with the rate of her heart. Her abdomen swelled, her legs quivering with every stroke of his glossa. As he traced circles into her clit, Charlie became overwhelmed with the sensation of closeness.

“Bee, I’m gonna to come!”

The cybertronian used his digits to pet her thighs, encouraging her. He didn’t tease her. Instead, he comforted her, supporting her throughout everything. 

“Don’t hold back, Charlie.”

She did not, orgasming almost immediately after. She came, sending shockwaves through her bones and her core. Charlie shuddered, crying out his name in pure delight, her toes curling and her fingers gripping him. Bumblebee lapped up whatever he could have of her before removing his glossa from her pussy, his dermas wet and warm. Slowly, he stroked her thighs and leaned forward, pressing light kisses to her soft tummy. She shivered, but the mech was considerate, holding her close as much as he could during the recovery of her first overload of the night. 

During his kisses, Charlie closed her eyes, simply adoring the feeling of his smooth, metal lips against her skin. She exhaled, her throat vibrating with another moan as she held onto him, craving more of him.

“Bumblebee, I need you.”

He responded between his smooches.

“And I need you, Charlie…so, so much…” 

Once she calmed, the mech drew himself back, giving time for the woman to lift herself. After she grabbed the nearest bottle of coconut oil, Bumblebee set her on his lap. One would think that sitting on a mechanical man would be uncomfortable, but Charlie grew more than accustomed to it. His interface panel slid away, causing his spike to throb and pressurize for her. 

Carefully, Charlie squeezed a dollop of coconut oil on her hands and stroked it against herself, lathering her cunt in the smooth, buttery substance. She moaned a little, causing Bumblebee’s spike to twitch in front of her. 

“Hey! Save some for me!”

Charlie smirked before rubbing her palms together and slowly applying the oil to his member. A shudder rippled through his frame as he released his own moans, transfluid squirting from the tip. She hummed, pleased with herself as she satisfied him in such a manner, feeling his grooves and biolights. She took her time, making certain that he felt every bit of her ministrations until finally pulling her hands away from him. 

“There. Is that enough?” 

Bumblebee nodded.

“I think so.”

Cautiously, he held onto her sides and leaned slightly back against the floor, holding her tight and positioning her just above his spike.

“You ready for me?”

Charlie nodded, her eyes bright and glossy. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m ready, Bee.”

Slowly, comfortingly, the mech allowed the bulbous tip of his spike to penetrate her. Charlie used her hands to grip his plating as she moaned, calling out for him in such a needy but sweet tone of voice. Behind her, as he held her to him, steam poured from Bumblebee’s mouthpiece, hot on the back of her neck. 

“You alright, Charlie?”

She nodded, lightly biting her lip.

“I…I am! Faster!”

The Autobot’s internal mechanics spun and whirred as he inserted more of himself into her, ever mindful of his size. The woman’s walls gripped him tightly, hugging the grooves of his spike as he moved inside her, beginning to thrust. 

“Bee!” 

She threw her head back, her abdomen pulsing and her breath quickening. As Bumblebee bounced her on his spike, firmly grasping her thighs, she could have sworn that she heard and felt the very beats of his spark, nestled deep inside his chest. She couldn’t help but think of it as romantic.

“Charlie!” 

Bumblebee repeated her name, whispering his words of praise and devotion as he swayed into her. He was gentle in his movements as well as his words. His door-wings flapped, and his mechanical systems whined. He cuddled her, clinging onto her for dear life as the wet, lewd sounds of their interfacing drowned out even the loudest of thoughts.

“I missed you…more than anything.”

Charlie believed him, her own eyes glistening with tears. With her fingers, she held onto him tighter.

“I…never stopped hoping you would…come back.”

With their promises said, Charlie was now entirely over the moon. Due to the amount of pleasure he was giving her, she could barely force out a full sentence. Still, she persevered, moaning at the top of her lungs as her walls constricted around his spike. 

“T…There! There, Bee! Ahh, fuck!” 

He listened to her, accelerating the speed of his careful thrusting until she witnessed stars in her vision. She was close. After her cunt gave another hard squeeze, she found it sensible to warn her boyfriend.

“I’m…about to come, Bee…”

The cybertronian held himself back, only a little as to give her time to breathe.

“Do what you need to feel good, Charlie.”

At that very promise, she came, her fluids soaking his spike. The rush was so real and so prevalent that even Bumblebee started to shake beneath her. The woman closed her eyes, falling back even more, gripping onto his plating and crying out his name. He, in return, thrusted into her a bit slower this time, using his thumb to rub at her clit to stabilize her. It was a hard orgasm, even Bumblebee knew it to be true. He guided her through the process, using his other servo to draw circles into her skin. 

“Are you alright?”

Charlie nodded, the back of her head pressed against his chest.

“Y…Yes, I am...”

Bumblebee bucked into her, gingerly increasing his pace. His spike twitched inside her, suggesting that he was not too far behind her. He leaned as best as he could against her ear to whisper to her.

“I’m…I’m close.”

Charlie’s heart fluttered as she prepared herself, a smile gracing her flushed face.

“Bee, I need you!” 

He believed her. How did she know? He orgasmed soon after her words, his spike releasing a load of hot, sticky transfluid. Charlie moaned, blinking rapidly as she welcomed his filling, her jaw dropping and chest heaving. There was high-pitched whirring sound as he struggled to steady himself, implying that his overload was harder than hers. 

Their calls fell in sync, whimpering and whining their names out of pure adulation and desperation. Charlie never felt so worshiped in her life, and she hoped that Bumblebee felt the same as she did. 

“Bee, you good?”

By the time he retracted himself from her, drops of transfluid spilt onto the floor. Charlie didn’t mind, too enraptured in bliss. As Bumblebee’s spike flicked, he carried her and hugged her towards him, treasuring her naked body. 

"Yeah." He blushed, his face turning pink with an influx of energon “Um. Thanks for the wash, by the way.”

Charlie laughed breathlessly, kissing him on his cheek to make him more flustered.

“No problem, babe.”

He smiled, using his thumb to draw a stray strand of brown hair away from her eyes.

“I love you, Charlie.”

She nuzzled him.

“I love you, too, Bee.”

As the two began their recovery, Charlie’s lips found his dermas.

[sultrycometz]

You know which TFP bot needs a REALLY good fuck?

Dreadwing.

The man probably hasn't wanked nor banged in ages. It's difficult for him, especially when no one gives him the proper care or attention in the berthroom.

You, though? A tiny, puny human?

Once the two of you form a connection, he's like putty in your hands. Give him the biggest, most affectionate sloppy-toppy ever and he rumbles and melts.

It's not only about the effort, it's about the intimacy.

Respect him. Show him that you care about him. And he will return the love tenfold.

I'm talking about whispers of praise, about body worship, his deft claws working so sweetly against your soft body, and his spike thrusting just right inside you, slowly and passionately.

Dreadwing holds you close, and he doesn't wish to release you until the morning arrives.