#rumblestar

So basically every G1 Megastar fanfiction ever.

Despite his size, Rumble is strong enough that he could push around, throw, and handle Starscream up in all manner of ways if he wanted to. But, sometimes, he doesn’t. Sometimes, he’ll lay back and let Starscream get on top of him, pin him down with just his hips and his greater weight, and ride his spike; swiveling his hips and grinding his node down on his array and just using him like a toy, and Rumble won’t even try to push him off or pull his hips to his own rhythm. He won’t even thrust—can’t—not with all of Starscream’s weight holding him down.

But he doesn’t have to. Rumble gets off just from the clench and pull of Starscream’s valve. And even after he overloads, shaking and groaning between the cage of his thighs, Starscream will keep going; wringing his sensitive spike and leaving Rumble’s pelvis slick with his lubricants, until he’s had his fill of overloads and is satisfied.

and Starscream is too shocked and appauled to even kick him

and Megatron is just pissed

Rumble/Starscream fluff because I had the need

“You’re surprisingly good at this,” Starscream purrs as he watches the minicon seated in his lap with hooded optics, his arm resting loosely around his smaller frame while his other lays easy and relaxed in Rumble’s firm grip. Occasionally his hand will flex around his hip with the grinding of the file along his claws, but never with enough force to score the paint or the sturdy metal underneath; he would be hard-pressed to manage it now anyway, as soothed as he is. Having his claws honed by another is a luxury he hasn’t felt in a while, and the proof of that is evident in his gently purring engine and the way his hand molds like putty to the other’s surprisingly skilled ministrations. “You haven’t done this before, have you?”

“Nah, never,” Rumble answers proudly, to Starscream’s disbelief, “but I know how to sharpen a blade decently. This ain’t too different.”

“How fortunate for me.”

Rumble makes a wordless hum in response as he briefly pauses his file to drag a thumb along the tip of one of his freshly sharpened claws, examining the edge and surveying his work, his focus more on the task before him than the conversation, and Starscream preens at the attention, at having his small partner’s focus placed firmly on him. Even rarer than the pampering is the positive attention, and Starscream could always count on his little cassette to provide both.

Hit by the sudden inspiration to, he curls his claw teasingly around his smaller fingers before he can pull them away and resume his work, his own sliding through and slotting with the cassette’s easy and familiarly. Rumble is a step ahead though, and rather than wait he uses his grip to pull his hand up to his mouth, and kiss it.

Rumble looks up at him with that winning smirk, and Starscream’s wings raise and dip behind him, delighted by the warmth in his palm and the skip to his spark the simple action gives.

“Charmer,” he murmurs, his free arm tightening around Rumble’s revving chassis and pulling him closer to his chest. His still entrapped fingers give a little wiggle in his grip, the tips of his artfully done claws just near enough still to brush those white lips, “think you’ll be just as good at painting them again for me?”

Romantic royalty starters

Maaaaybe loosely tied with the sparkly Sentinel/Starscream one > ///>

Had a difficult time writing this, if that wasn’t obvious, so I hope it’s still okay...

“I will fight for you.”

“Really.” Starscream drawls, his mind sluggish, body tired and pleasantly sore, as he idly strokes the other pliant frame laying heavily on top of his. “You would fight my promised, a Prime and one of the most decorated veterans Cybertron has, for me.”

“Yup,” Rumble answers proudly, his arms folded and chin lazily propped up on the glass of his canopy so that he can see him smirk, “would knock his optics clean out and keep ‘em around so he can watch me victory-frag you later.”

“Aren’t you the confident one,” Starscream responds, vocalizer unable not to purr at that stupid, attractive sort of cockiness and arrogance that he’s grown to love from this mech. An attitude like he truly believed he could do half the feats that leave his mouth. The kind of mettle, stupid as it is, that he thinks is still worth something.

“But what if I don’t want you to fight for me.” He counters. his helm lifting up to press a chaste little kiss on the corner of his white lips, maybe just to test that mettle and see it falter. “Maybe I’m after that title and all that influence that comes with taking that cog at my bonded. Hm?”

But Rumble doesn’t hesitate. “Then I will fight for me and take you for myself.” 

And Starscream giggles, drunk on the lingering euphoria and absolutely delighted.

“So selfish,” he murmurs against the corner of his mouth, going for another kiss.