#I'm not exagerating when I say I havent seen a romcom in years

[love-and-war-on-cybertron]

Could I request a spicy Rumble fic with an f!reader? I thought it could be Rumble's first time seeing a human up close, and him realizing this is the first time he met someone close to his size in millenia and he attempts to win her over trying to copy shitty romcom films he's seen before.

Minibots must feel really big compared to humans. I kind of head cannon them around 10-15 feet tall

"Why are you so small?" Rumble has one servo on your arm, the other observing your hand. Pinching your fingers and threading his own metal digits through them. You were so small. He pinches over your body. You cheek, your stomach, your ass. He takes a handful and grabs it, "Why are you so soft?"

You had gotten used to the Decepticons examining you once they heard word of the captive. All of them were quite handsy, not too careful. Soundwave was the overseer of your captivity and would caution them only when you made a sound of fear when they squeezed you too hard in their servos. This one was smaller than the others by far. Bigger than you. But his curiosity felt almost violating with how much more he could touch.

Rumble had you sat on his lap, touching your clothing and your body. Watching you jump and squeak. You were so fragging small! Never had the purple minicon met anything so small. Had seen some fleshie creatures from afar when conquering other planets, but never up close. His touch lingered on your hair. Soft. Weird. It got stuck in his joints and you squealed when he pulled too hard. Soundwave cautioned him, head snapping to ensure the hostage was not harmed too much.

You listen as the Small-but-big robot argues, only to get chastised and told to put you back. He grumbles and throws you over his shoulder. The hard metal digging into your stomach as he takes you back to the clear glass cage. Unlike the other Cons, he is somewhat careful putting you in.

Rumble looks you over. Dirty. The weird cloth things you wore were ripped. You looked at him with wide optics. What did fleshies call them... Eyes? You're kind of cute. And small. Smaller than him. And soft. A pinch of your cheek, a pat to the top of your head before he closes it off. "See ya later Fleshie." He heads out, thoughts wandering back to the little captive human.

You have had to get used to sleeping on the floor of your enclosure. they didn't give you anything and you doubt asking will help. It was cold and the air always felt damp. You suppose that came from being under the ocean. Was it even night time? No windows, the lights were left on and the Cons coming in and out of this room at all hours. You just wanted to sleep and hope that you were rescued by the Autobots soon.

"Why are you shaking?"

Rumble watched you for a moment. huddled and shivering. Was something wrong with the human? When he spoke, you looked over your shoulder before quickly sitting up and pulling your legs to yourself. You watched him with those wide weird optics. They were weirdly pretty. Rumble holds something up and you perk up. He had been in charge of getting you sustenance. Had spied on some humans for a bit before obtaining what he did. You reach for it, but he pulls it back, "Come here."

You hesitate, wondering what he was doing, opening the enclosure and motioning you to come close. They hadn't fed you in some time so you were starving. Close enough, he grabs you and you yelp before finding yourself sat on his lap. The red visor stares you down, face unreadable. He holds up the bag, some burger joint. how he got it, you wouldn't ask. Reaching for it, he only pulls back again.

Rumble had seen humans doing this. Feeding each other in those holovids. It seemed to lead to the human equivalent to interfacing. Rumble was used to being the smallest and taking the flak that came with it. Especially from that maxie-turkey Skywarp. He grabs the burger, cold, and holds it up to your lips, "Come on, take a bite."

You look at the burger and then at him. None of the other bots fed you like this. They would hold it above your head, making you jump for it, or toss it at you. Your stomach was growling, dignity be damned, you were taking a bite. His visor brightens, and he starts petting your hair. He seems to be more mindful not to get it caught in his joints.

Rumble can feel his circuits buzzing. You're eating from his hand, so it must be working. What else did they do in those movies? Compliments? "Your aft is squishy." He says, reaching down to give it a squeeze. You paused and looked at him. "And uh... your optics are shiny." You look surprised. Call him the romance king!

Did he just say my ass is squishy? You go back to eating, trying to ignore how intensely he is watching you. Free hand still wandering over your body. Pinching, poking, groping. When he goes to speak again, you at least are prepared for something weird...

There will be a part two that leads to the spicey~