#starscream grinding his fucking teeth

[mrmeepsmadmind]

bee's protective nature over anyone persists even as a ghost & i think he sometimes forgets or doesn't care that only star can see him (sadly no touch tho) & will start shouting & angrily try standing between people who are mad at starscream even tho he can't be seen, he just wants to try & help anyways bcs STOP IT >:(!! BE NICE !!!! cried the ghost no one can hear or see except for the poor guy getting yelled at & trying to overhear the conversation over bee's frantic rebuttals while trying to discreetly let bee know it's ok while ALSO trying not to look Insane .

continued attempt at a 4am drawn doodle comic below

i might draw detailed later but yeah i just wanted to give yall this headcanon bcs i love starbee so much... the nagging wives finally finding their true loves... another nagging wife.

' you .. do know only i can hear and see you, unfortunately, right? or are you starting to go loopy, because i don't need another insane figure haunting me. I have enough already, as you can try and fail to imagine, little bee . '

' trust me, im Well aware .. of everything you just said . .. but i just. i couldn't just Stand there and do Nothing while someone talked to you like You were Nothing . that's not the autobot way. that's not- my way . '

' . . . '

[mychlapci]

starbee but everyone assumes that bumblebee is the sweet bottom who lets the big bad seeker do whatever he wants but it's the fucking opposite

starscream gets his pussy fucking destroyed by bee. tiny fucking car with a libido higher than the empire state building. he's hung too so starscream can't even make fun of him for having a small dick. bee's a menace with his teeth too, starscream's wings have big ole bites taken outta em

-burnt ice anon

YEAAAH. Bumblebee absolutely dominating Starscream is my #1 fantasy right now. Starscream is a hundred percent the cocky type, who’ll yap on and on about how hard Bee’s gonna have to work to really satisfy him in bed, that he hopes Bee will be able to keep up- after all, such a small car, trying to take on a big, high-speed jet? It’s a big challenge.

Not for Bumblebee, of course. Whatever Starscream convinced himself of flies out the window when Bee opens up his panels and there’s a fat spike sliding into his valve, grinding into his internal nodes with pin-point precision. Bee just smirks at him, ‘cause he’s seen that kind of face Starscream’s making before, and knows that he’s got him exactly where he wants him. 

Starscream mewling and screaming as he’s pounded into, his legs held spread open so he can’t even wrap them around Bumblebee's waist and set his own pace… he immediately gets Starscream’s pussy addicted to his spike, by sheer accident. Now, if you have Screamer limping around, you can rest assured Bee fucked him so hard he’s still a little dizzy. 

and Bumblebee being a little biter… grghhh, it’s always the tiny ones, isn’t it. You’d think a decepticon would bite harder than a little autobot scout, but oh lord. Starscream’s let go of that assumption a long time ago.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Fucking. Give us starscream and skyquake shit.

@whatudottu hey bitch. This is because of you.

"It's like he's holding you hostage."

Starscream groaned. He was TRYING to watch a stupid earth movie with Skyquake, but his stupid brother kept messaging him. Skyquake sighed, holding that ever apologetic smile.

"Sorry. He's just not accustomed to being alone. I keep telling him we're busy, but."

Starscream grumbled, letting Skyquake feed him another energon treat.

"Give me the slate, I'll make it perfectly clear."

Skyquake gave him a look, about to retort, when he received another message. Starscream scoffed. HE was sleeping with him, HE should get that alone time.

"Fucking...signal...remind me to not let the Steve's play games on this again."

Starscream watched as Skyquake held his pad in the air, trying to get a signal. An idea popped into his head. He knew exactly how to get HIS attention. He sat up, put the snacks down, and ran a claw slowly up Skyquake's side. From the side of his bust, to his underarm. He watched as Skyquake stiffened, before FINALLY looking at him. Starscream's smirk was all too telling.

"Put the pad down. If the movie isn't entertaining you, I will."

"Starscream, not...not now."

Skyquake was awful at resisting him. He could see it on his face. Starscream chuckled, moving himself till he was on his lap, forehead pressed against his.

"Oh shut it. You like being touched here. You like it when my claws touch this spot here. And, you like it when I kiss you during."

Starscream pressed his lips against his, letting the tips of his claws tickle that vulnerable little spot. Starscream and Skyquake were both flying bots, but no two flyers were the same. Starscream's sensitive spot was at the seam of where his wings met his back, where as Skyquake's was the cables right under his big, strong arms. Starscream leapt up to snatch the pad, HATING how the screen flashed in notifications. Skyquake tried to reach for it, but Starscream was ever sneaky.

 "Hey! Give it back! If I don't respond to him, he'll...he'll…"

His thoughts drifted once he felt Starscream's lips at his side, slowly trailing upwards, taunting Skyquake.

"He'll live. I want you NOW. You want ME, right?"

Skyquake's breath hitched once Starscream's knee hit his spike panel, forcing his spike to feel the slow, grinding of his knee.

"I...I do. I really do."

"Good answer. Now relax. Let Starscream get that spot you need scratched ~"

He tossed the data pad to the side, distracting him by grazing his teeth against his metal. He was oh so close to that spot, it was making the big mech squirm underneath him. 

"Could...could you do that other thing I like?"

"Oh? You mean this?"

Starscream pressed his knees together, keeping that big, hard spike in between his stunning legs. Not too hard, but certainly not too delicately. Starscream loved this spot. He didn't need to sit there and do work on that spike, not when his lips pressed against the cables. So soft, so hot to the touch. Skyquake could kill him from such a sensitive spot. And the fact that he trusted him was SO dreamily stupid.

"You...you know what to do with me, don't you?"

"You make it sound like this is the first time I made you melt. I can make you do WHATEVER I want, and you know it."

Starscream dragged his tongue up his underarm, slowly. The way this big mech shook and squirmed under him. It made him feel oh so powerful.

"S-slag Starscream. You're cruel to me."

Starscream threw his head back in laughter, before meeting his gaze. His optics were SO soft, his breath was so quick, the poor thing was helpless.

"You want cruelty? I can show you cruelty ~"

Don't ask how, but Starscream had poor Skyquake on his back in a second, hands groping that absolute GIANT bust he loved so much. Then he started to kiss, suckle, and nibble at the cables. Pair that with his teeth lightly tugging, Skyquake was helpless. He was shaking, his body was dripping with heat and condensation- and the poor couch under them was being clawed half to death.

"S-starscream please-"

"You will use my PROPER name."

Skyquake didn't even sigh this time. Too busy panting like a turbo fox in heat, his spike too busy throbbing between his legs.

"Lord Starscream. P-please, you feel SO fucking good! Let me fucking overload for you, please!"

"Look at you. Big mech being controlled nice and properly. Very well, you may overload. Go on. Cum for your lord while he touches such a vulnerable part of you."

Skyquake only grew louder and louder as Starscream started to properly suck at the wires, crying out oh so lovingly for him.

'I need you lord starscream' 'let me cum for you lord starscream' 'make me yours lord starscream'.

Such praises sung for him, to be heard throughout the halls. Then he came. Head tossed back, claws tearing the poor furniture to ribbons, he overloaded. Pink ribbons of hot, thick fluids stained his legs and aft, making such an awful mess. Starscream chuckled, flicking at the cables with his tongue as he pulled away (poor thing STILL shook afterwards. Precious).

"S...shit Starscream. You're evil."

"You're easy."

"Diva."

"Idiot."

"Rude glitch."

"Stupid lap dog."

They glared at each other for a moment, before Skyquake leaned in, cupping his face and pressing his lips against his. He managed to get a taste of that talented glossa, before he looked at his data pad. 22 new messages. Starscream sighed, drawing little circles in that green chest of his.

"Ugh. It was fun while it lasted. Go on. Answer it."

Skyquake looked at it, before a grin formed on his face, and he used his pede to slide it away from them.

"It's like you said. He'll live. Now let me show you what MY mouth can do~"

[desdemonafictional]

Black Hole Sun

@zephuckyr was reading “Corona of Light” right after I posted it and blew my fucking mind with the concept of “what if the terrible person Rung had sex with when he was desperate and horny was Starscream”. And I was immediately like, fuck, Starscream is the king of maladaptive hate sex.

Empurata Rung AU, three pages of completely plotless rungscream smut and Starscream being genuinely horrible but also, unfortunately, quite Good At Sex.

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Being taken by Starscream was like being screwed by a whirlwind. You might survive, Rung thought, but it wouldn’t be up to you if you did. 

There was nothing to hold on to, here. Starscream was all bared fangs and cruel lips as he loomed over Rung, two fingers shoved tight in the clench of Rung’s valve. With every thrust his knuckles slammed against the tender mesh, his fingertips curling to grind against a sensory node already at the sparking edge of too much. Rung moaned wretchedly, claws trembling where he held his thighs open, displaying his valve the way Starscream had ordered him to.

They had started out on the main floor, among the rest of the decepticons, doing their individual work. Starscream rarely spent much more time in the office than he had to, and so it had drawn Rung’s attention that Starscream seemed to be biding his leisurely time, half seated on one of the desks, his schedule in his hand. He’d looked up, met Rung’s eye, and sneered.

Then as Rung was passing in front of him, he’d reached out and groped the smaller bot, his hand roughly cupping underneath Rung’s pelvis. Rung had frozen, trembling with a barrage of pings from various internal systems, and when Starcream had squeezed him just as casually, he’d crushed his datapad tight against his chest and tried to vent air.

Starscream didn’t look at him again until the floor was almost entirely empty, but Rung felt eyes on his back all the same. And then, in the falling quiet, Starscream had swung up to his feet.

Against his better judgment, Rung had allowed the promise of hungry eyes and rough passing touches to draw him down into the predator’s den, where Starscream hit the door button and immediately rounded on him, marching him backwards across the floor. When they reached Starscream’s berth, the jet had pressed his palm flat against Rung’s spark glass and forced him down, onto his back, climbing up atop him without a moment of mercy.

Of course this was a bad idea. But somehow knowing it was a bad idea beforehand just made it harder to say no. At least he had no delusions about what Starscream was like; the viscous resentment lay on his lips like a gloss of lubricant, licked straight from Rung’s yearning, desperate core. Like what was slicked there now, from the first round of sucking and slurping that had left Rung dizzied and pliable in his grip.

Starscream had pulled his glossa free at the last moment, just as Rung was bracing himself for overload, and then he’d folded Rung back and told him to hold himself open, you do know how to do that, don’t you?

And then he’d gone back to it, not intensely enough to push Rung over the edge--just teasing the valve rim, leaving slow and searing licks up the curve of valve lips, until Rung was so lost in the tide of wonderful warmth and sweetness that his voice choked out a broken, “-Megatro--n…”

Starscream froze against him, fangs just barely clicking against the seam of a hip joint. Rung froze too.

Starscream’s optics were the dark heat of a smelting pit, molten rage boiling behind the inset glass. A gun to the spark could not have been more frightening than his fangs glinting against Rung’s plating. 

“What,” he said, his voice terrifyingly flat.

“I,” Rung said, “I’m--Starscream--”

“You want Megatron here?” Starscream spat. “Is Megatron the one eating your valve right now? Is Megatron the one who came in here and put his glossa inside your fucked up frame?” 

Rung shook his head slowly.

“Who’s giving it to you right now?” Starscream demanded, jamming three fingers into the swollen wetness of Rung’s valve. 

“You are,” Rung choked out.

“And who’s spike do you want?” Starscream said, with another hard thrust.

Rung scrabbled at the berth. “Y-yours.”

“You better not forget it again,” Starscream hissed, sinking the sharp fingertips of his free hand into Rung’s seams. “I’m the one fucking you. I’m the only one who wants your disgusting little gash, not Megatron.”

Rung made a noise that he hoped was affirmative. 

The stroking inside of him was so firm and so relentless--the nodes inside of him seemed swollen with the attention, abused and still hungry. Starscream pinned him under his stare, aware of every slight tremor, every jolt. 

If Rung could have bitten his lip, he would have. Overload was crackling at the edges of his sensory suite, building at the base of his spinal strut, promising him the numb bliss of relief.

And then Starscream pulled free once more, shaking out his hand to snap the strand of lubricant trailing from it. The clench inside Rung convulsed, so close to something it wanted so badly. Rung sagged, vents gasping for air. “Please,” he rasped, “I’m almost—please, I’m so close.”

Starscream pinched his swollen node and twisted, causing Rung’s back to snap into an arch and his arms to desperately pull his legs tighter against his midsection. The dribbling valve spread wider, but Starscream ignored it. He didn’t let go until Rung’s legs started to twitch desperately, barely stopping short of kicking.

“You get what I give you,” he said, drawing his hand back. “So don’t bother begging, it just makes you look more pitiful.”

Rung’s node throbbed, hot and bright in his array. Starscream traced the ring of housing where Rung’s spike had been, before they’d ripped it out along with his hands and most of his face.  The housing was just sensitive enough that the light brush of fingertips sent shivers up Rung’s back.

“Open it,” Starscream demanded.

“What?” Rung said.

Starscream bore down against the closed spike cover with one finger. “This wreckage. Open it.”

The air pouring out of Starscream’s vents was superheated; his eyes were wild. Rung obeyed, irising open the empty spikehome. Starscream’s finger slipped into him, prodding around, until his downward stroke lit up something that made Rung throw his head back and choke out a moan. 

His whole array started warming again, faster this time, still primed from the last near overload. Starscream leaned down over him, bracing against his chest with a forearm, swirling the tip of his finger lazily against the hollow that had once held a spike. 

“Is it good?” Starscream sneered, “Do you like that?”

Rung’s mewls tangled in his throat, until he realized he was sobbing, desperately pushing up against the finger shoved into him.

Starscream’s lip curled; his eyes glowed hot. “Pathetic,” he said. “Look at you, so wet for it you’ll let me fuck anything. If I could fit my spike in this hole I’d fuck you and then come inside of it, and you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Rung wasn’t sure he would like that, but he wasn’t sure of anything at the moment except how badly he wanted to overload. 

“When I ask you a question,” Starscream hissed, “I expect you to answer it! Tell me you want me to fuck you, glitch. Tell me you want it whatever way I want it.”

“I want it,” Rung said, which was the truth. “However--you give it to me--”

A dangerous smile pulled Starscream’s lips. “Good bot,” he said, and withdrew his hand. He grabbed the crooks of Rung’s knees and pushed them over his shoulders, settling Rung’s array in front of his face.

“You think Megatron could make you feel this?” Starscream muttered viciously, jerking Rung tight against him. “You think Megatron would do this to you, you think he’d do anything but grind out one clumsy overload for himself and then roll over? You and your wet little valve, all full of transfluid with nowhere to go, you’d wish you had me then.” 

And then he bit down on Rung’s node, just hard enough to make Rung shout. His glossa left wide hot strokes up the cleft of Rung’s valve.

He ate Rung out like it was a military campaign, grabbing him with his teeth whenever Rung tried to arch away or push up into it, indiscriminately punishing. 

He ate Rung out until Rung was shaking so badly his plating rattled, spark guttering and flaring behind the glass. He ate Rung out until the whimpering turned into mewling, and then Starscream crawled up over him and thrust home into the swollen, pulsing channel.

“This is where you come,” Starscream snarled, “this is where you get your fix, you follow?”

Rung moaned, grabbing Starscream’s arms.

“You need it, I’m the one who’s got it,” Starscream said, his voice rough and uneven from the strain of pounding into Rung.

Rung had just enough processor power to feel a twisted kind of gratitude that Starscream didn’t seem to expect a reply. He couldn’t have managed one. He only held on tight, frame desperate and straining for the overload he’d been denied three times before, as Starscream forced his spike deeper into tight and tender mesh. The dataport started to twitch, aborted little half clenches every time Starscream slammed home against it.

“Lock me,” Starscream said, “lock me now.”

Rung looked up at him, onlining his optic again belatedly, and was caught off guard by the feral intensity of Starscream’s expression--his cruel fangs, his glowing eyes, the snarl of his mouth as he ground himself into Rung, demanding to be crowned the winner of some deranged game only he knew how to play.

Rung reached up, shakily, and took Starscream’s helm in his claw.

There was a terrible pleasure, in being the center of someone’s world like that. A terrible elation. An addictive horror.

His dataport cycled down around Starscream’s spike, and in the bare moment before overload cascaded through both of them, there was only the hiss of triumph turning Starscream’s mouth into something cruel and beautiful and impossible to refuse.

[supportrat]

It's not a no. It's not a no and Starscream's interest- and optics- sharpen. "Then what do you- what do you want? Name it." Ei purrs. "I can get it for you. Just... Just say yes."

The mask cracks just a little, field flickering briefly with uncertainty-frustration. "You think I know how- how to do this? That anyone would ever-"

Another pause. "We make sense. And I want this." Ei adds stiffly.

It’s not a no. Rattrap’s not supposed to say no to Starscream. Ei’s his boss, first of all, and even beyond the whole schtick of Cybertron’s fated emperor or whatever (he’s still pretty sure somebody, somewhere, is playing a prank on all of them with that bit of hot gossip), Starscream’s...

No matter which way you slice it, Starscream’s got all the power in eir knifelike servos, here. Rattrap’s an Autobot, sure, he took the test and has the ID chit and all to prove it, but he’s one of the behind the lines Spec Ops bots even Mirage and Prowl and the like don’t talk about having on payroll. He’s not supposed to be seen, let alone put in a 3000 kilowat spotlight.

This would either be a massive score for Starscream’s public image or tank it entirely, depending on how the Seeker spins it. It’s a big gamble. That’s the only reason Rattrap’s even willing to consider this might be a genuine, actual desire of Starscream’s, not some shitty janked-up plot.

It-- hurts, though.

Rattrap grinds his front teeth together, feeling more trapped by the klik.

“Yeah, you clearly want this,” he snaps back. “You want this so bad you had to marinate yourself in highgrade, first. Fuck you. Sleep off your overcharge and ask me again when you’re sober. Actually sober, get it? No booze, no boosters. I’m your supplier, so I’ll frellin’ know if you ain’t got a clear helm. And-- and I want to do the Rites and everything. All four. I’m no Primus-fearin’ churchmouse but some things you gotta do right. And if you even dare for a moment to treat me like some kinda pity-case or anything less than your equal partner, I’m cuttin’ loose and moving to Earth. I’m not gonna just let you bully me into playin’ wifey for you ‘cause you’re miserable. I ain’t Rung.”

"Rattrap. There you are." Starscream is... vibrating, just a little, the seeker's red optics leached paler to a dusky pink, half a bottle of highgrade still clutched in one taloned servo; ei steps closer, then closer again, wings flaring and waggling.... in an unmistakeable gesture of Seeker courtship. "Conjunx me." (et-ignis-ira)

{ @et-ignis-ira }

"Uh, yep, just minding my own business, ya know how it is," Rattrap starts, but his voice falters out in a startled squeak as Starscream effectively pins him in against the dresser he'd been rifling through.

One servo still in the drawer, the beastformer manages a rough swallow and very, very adamantly keeps his optics fixed on Starscream's faceplate rather than the alluring gleam of eir's cockpit.

And lower. Because he's short, damn it, and the Seeker's boxed him in, and everything about Screamer's fragging frame is more or less engineered to make you want to clang eir senseless, and--

Or maybe that's just a him issue. He's not one for a great amount of introspection.

Rattrap doesn't have a nose to wrinkle in root mode, but oh does he wish he did.

"How much'a that have you had t'drink already, Star? Where's this coming from? You don't really wanna conjunx me, boss. Don't say slag like that. S'not funny."