-This was a request made by @Wolfsrahne! 

-Content is about RID Starscream and a human reader who happened to be unluckily spotted by the all defiant Decepticon. (Can relate some lime ideas so if you don't like so don't read it)

-If there are any other requests (with human readers) feel free to do so! 

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"Shit..." 

You mumbled as you tried to shake off the glowing restrains that bounded your arms on the cold, sliver berth. So how did you end up here? Long story. 

A few hours ago, you were returning to the scrapyard with Denny, Russel in the old, blue rusty automobile like the usual. Nothing wrong about that. That was until, suddenly without warning, series of bombs and missiles hit the pavement, sending the car flying to the opposite side of the road. 

All of you were thrown outside by the impact. You flew through the air and hit hard on the ground, bringing a series of painful bruises along your arm. 

"Denny! Russel! Are you okay?" 

Still, you managed to shout out to the two and both nodded in unison. Then their face instantly turned pale and Russel started to shouting in top his lungs and Denny stared in horror at something or someone behind you. 

"(y/n)! Behind you!"

You immediately turned around and froze. 

A robot, with glowing red eyes, was staring down at you with a devilish smirk on his faceplate. You had to run, you knew it. 

But your legs couldn't move as if they were stuck on the surface. Your whole body started to shake as the Decepticon peered into your eyes with great interest and stomped nearer. 

"Well, well. What a surprise. Never thought of Bumblebee's pet to be here with those humans." 

'I gotta run, Damit! Why aren't my legs moving!-move!' 

"(y/n)!! Run!!" 

Before you could even answer, the bot swiftly wrapped his servos around your waist, and you were then hovering 20 meters above the ground. You yelped and tried to escape, which was of course, totally useless. The metal digits clamped around you tightly and refused to release. You could feel it contracting around your lungs, making it harder for you to breathe. 

"P-Put me down!" 

You screeched, pounding on the robot's servo with all the force you could muster. 

"(y/n)!!!" 

Russel darted toward the bot, but Denny gripped him from the back. 

"I guess you could be useful as a bait...Or even retrieving some useful information about the team itself I suppose." 

He murmured, observing you with pure smugness in his silky voice. Then he looked down at Denny and Russel, who were both frozen in the spot. 

"Thanks for providing such help for the Decepticons, fleshings. This would become another step in accomplishing my goals later on.." 

And then, he transformed around you, forcing you inside his cockpit. You let out another yelp as all the metal pieces swiveled, turned and jammed together, forming into a jet within seconds. 

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"Come on...(y/n) think! Use that good brain of yours!" 

 You shook your body, but all you did was just bump hard into the solid surface one more time. Groaning in pain, you looked around the room, and found a series of heavy metal doors lined with complicated codes.

 All you knew was that after fainting inside the jet, you found yourself bounded with light-blue iron ropes on a cold surface. You had to get out. 

But how? 

"...Still trying to escape, fleshing?" 

You whipped your head around to find your kidnapper leaning against one of the steel pillars with his wicked grin still plastered on his faceplate.  

"Well, yeah. Do you think I would stay here forever?" 

You spluttered as you glared at the smug Decepticon. The con let a small snort and then pulled himself away from the pillar. 

"Of course you won't. Do you think keeping an organic inside my ship is pleasant?" 

"Then why don't you chuck me out?" 

You spat while hitting the restraints hard against the hard covering. 

"Oh don't worry. I will do so after...." 

His delicate servos trailed across your legs and then slithered under your chin, forcing you to lookup. You grunted with disgust at the cold touch and glared back at his red optics. The cold smooth metal on your warm skin immediately tensed your muscles. 

"....Gaining some useful information about the Autobots." 

"As if I will tell a Decepticon like you!" 

You summed up all the courage to yell at the Decepticon, who just laughed off your fierce warcry. 

"Expected...you will not give up so easily, will you fleshing?" 

"Of course-to add, my name is (y/n), not fleshing, you piece of tin can!! And even if I knew what Bumblebee is planning, I won't say it. SO FUCK. OFF." 

At your final words, his optics fidgeted a little and his mouth slowly curled into an angry scowl, no longer smirking. You knew you had pissed him off for sure, but you still refused to look away from the Decepticon. 

"So this is how you are going to play is it?" 

"......" 

You didn't answer but still stared daggers at the robot. Of course, inside of your mind, you felt fear tearing you apart, dreading what was going to happen next-maybe breaking my body in pieces? Or dissecting? At least trying to be tough on the outside would help, won't it? 

You thought, waiting for his next move. 

The bot slowly held up his servo and you instantly closed your eyes, waiting for the blow. However, the expected hit never came. 

'Huh?' 

You managed to open your eyes by an inch, and what you saw instantly shook you. The bot was now the same size as you, but still taller. He grinned at your startled look and stepped closer. Even though he was now smaller than before, his dominant atmosphere only thickened and hell he was still towering over you like a giant. 

"Wh-What? How?" 

"We call this mass-displacement, darling. See what you like?" 

You gave a doubtful gaze at the bot. He must be stronger in his full size and to be honest, could easily squash you like an insect and this action was confusing. 

"...Why the sudden change? Don't you think I could tackle you in this size?" 

"Pff-A human would never break free from those restraints. And if you are so eager to know why I commit such action-" 

You suddenly felt the cold servo land on your thigh, instantly making you yelp in surprise. Another one crept nonchalantly to your cheek and cupped them gently. Still, the creepy sensation sent a series of shivers down your spine. 

"W-Wait! Wh-What are you doing?!" 

"Think as a thorough interrogation..." 

He whispered near your ear, making your face burn with embarrassment. 

Now his servos started to travel up your bare skin and now you were a completely flustered mess. You tried again, to push him off, but it was impossible as he was still a hard-solid robot, just a human-size. His faceplate was now filled with relish as he hummed in interest, observing you fighting back the best you could. 

"Get-your-hands-off!!" 

But to your horror, you felt one of the servos dangerously fidgeting with your shirt, slowly ripping it to expose your soft skin furthermore. Then you felt something more sinister-a slimy, metal tongue touched your mouth and started to glide across your lips as if licking off the marshy texture. 

You shut your mouth even tighter, but as soon as you did so, you earned a rather angry growl from the con. 

"Open." 

And with his other servo, grasped your thigh to make you emit a painful squeal and open your mouth. 

"..Hmph!"  

What is going to happen now? 

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To be continued in Part 2...*If you guys want one X)*