Transformers G1 (Starscream)
Oct. 2nd, 2007 10:49 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
raisedbymoogles.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
kinkfestTitle: Marquis de Air Commander
Author/Artist:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
raisedbymoogles
Rating: R
Warnings: manipulation, violence, and sex with whoever will hold still long enough.
Word Count: 1085
Summary: The many exploits of Starscream, Tyrant of the Firmament and Whore Extraordinaire.
Prompt: Transformers (G1), Starscream/everybody: Starscream as a robot Marquis de Sade - "I can get whoever I want with the snap of my fingers"
Shoving someone out an airlock is just foreplay when you're a Decepticon. So is getting shot at.
Thundercracker's sonic weapons were useless in space, but that didn't stop him from roaring his displeasure over every available frequency as he chased Starscream around the other side of the Decepticon shuttle. The vessel rocked in protest as Thundercracker's lasers grazed it's hull, Rumble squawking at them to quit acting like glitching aftheads, slaggit! Starscream's only answer was a wild laugh as he arced away, waggling his wings mockingly at his pursuer.
"Catch me if you can!" he called.
"Starscream, you slimy, malfunctioning son of a glitch!" Thundercracker fired his thrusters and flung himself at the red Seeker, catching up to him just as a shower of asteroids hid them from view.
Starscream lets his wingmate pounce him, laughing even as Thundercracker puts him in a vicious armlock. "You are one infuriating piece of work," he growls, his mouth enticing next to Starscream's ear.
If it gets Thundercracker in these moods, Starscream will gladly play the loser. He wriggles in the blue jet's hold, scraping eager-trembling wings over his chest. "You think you can knock me off my thermal, Thundercracker?" he purrs.
He feels Thundercracker shudder against him and knows he's won. "Count on it," his wingmate rumbles, and Starscream hums in delight as he turns his head to accept a kiss.
***
"I wasn't in my right mind," Red Alert protested faintly as Starscream broke the kiss. "I can't do this!"
"Can't or won't?" Starscream asked him. Red Alert turned his face away and would not answer, even when Starscream reached under his hood to tease a gasp from him. "You can't say we didn't make a good team," the Decepticon said, his voice covering Red Alert's awareness like black silk.
"Right up until you sold me out to Megatron!" the Autobot protested in a hiss.
"Of course I did!" Starscream's silky tones were lost in a shriek of righteous protest. "To preserve my life, I told him exactly what he wanted to hear. You would have done the same!"
"I didn't, in fact," Red Alert pointed out wryly, and took advantage of Starscream's momentary inability to think of anything to say to steal a march of his own.
"I take it back," Starscream gasped, arching against Red Alert's mouth. "You would have made an excellent Decepticon, had you wanted."
The Seeker felt his lover smile against his wing, sharp and clear. "I've had to cultivate a certain deviousness, in my line of work. If it takes a bit of the Decepticon in me to keep the Autobots safe..."
An opening, if Starscream was any judge. He slipped his hands up Red Alert's back, finding the sensitive joints and seams with practiced ease, and nibbled on the nearest sensor-horn. "In that case, allow me to put in you a bit of the most devious Decepticon of all..."
***
"That's the lamest line I've ever heard," Astrotrain stated flatly. Blitzwing nodded in agreement.
Starscream suppressed a shriek of exasperation. "It doesn't make it any less true, Astrotrain. You are our supply chain, for all intents and purposes. The Decepticon fleet would falter without you." He turned his attentions to Blitzwing, specifically to the pressure points he'd discovered entirely on accident. "And Blitzwing, your power is all but unmatched. You have the makings of a great Air Commander."
"I do?" Blitzwing purred under Starscream's attentions, always subsceptible to flattery. Starscream didn't bother to hide his smile.
"You do," he answered, shifting his fingers inward, "and I should know." Blitzwing rumbled, but he allowed the contact, and Starscream knew he'd won this battle.
There was still one left, though: Astrotrain shifted uncomfortably, unconvinced even as Blitzwing leaned back beguilingly against him. "Many have tried and failed to defeat Megatron," he said slowly. "Can you guarantee we won't be any different?"
"Guarantee? Guarantee!?" Starscream scoffed, and caught Astrotrain's guantlet. "Guarantees are for Autobots and cowards! You are a Decepticon, Astrotrain - our only question is if the gain is worth the risk!"
"And you know it is," Blitzwing added, and Starscream purred against his wing.
A slow, wicked smile crossed Astrotrain's face. "Very well," he said. "To the new era!"
Starscream laughed wildly as he dragged Astrotrain closer. "And let none stand against us and live!"
***
"I'm not afraid to die," the Autobot said, clutching the smoking ruin of his wrist-mounted lasers.
Starscream frowned down at his victim. In form it seemed he was trying to be a Seeker - sleek, bright, with a spreading golden panel affixed between his shoulders that suggested a pair of small wings - but his furious, stubborn stance in the face of a superior foe was all Autobot. Starscream hovered closer, within striking distance, but the clipped-wing Autobot made no attempt to either attack or flee in defense of his own life.
"Plenty of Autobots have said that to me," Starscream said aloud, "but I think you're the first who actually means it." While the Autobot blinked in shock, Starscream smirked and switched tactics. "What's your name, fearless one?"
"Hot Rod," the Autobot answered automatically, optics still wide. "Why?"
Starscream ignored his question, floating close around him instead, watching with amusement as Hot Rod tried to keep him in his sights. "You have much to learn, Hot Rod," Starscream purred, taking in his victim's sleek form, scuffed and dented from battle just enough to point out some interesting tactile details, steady optics and steady hands wreathed in smoke from his useless weapons systems. Defeated but not broken - defenseless but not pacified. Perfect.
"What do you think?" Starscream asked, deigning to land bare inches from Hot Rod, hands already on his shoulders. "Shall I teach you to fear death? Or to fear me?"
***
"Ah - ahhh!" Starscream thrashed in the grip of mortal terror. "Megatron - leader, please-!"
Megatron kept him pinned to the wall, one hand tight around his throat, the other denting his wing. "Begging already, Starscream?" he smirked.
Fear gave way to fury. "And what would you have of me, Mighty Megatron?" Starscream demanded, his voice rising dizzyingly. "A full report on the effects of your heavy-handedness?"
Megatron growled at him, and Starscream shrank back obligingly. "I would have you," the Decepticon leader ground out, "learn some sense, and keep it in your cockpit!"
"That's easy for you to say!" Starscream scoffed. "I have to work for mine. You could get whoever you wanted with a snap of your fingers..."
Author/Artist:
raisedbymooglesRating: R
Warnings: manipulation, violence, and sex with whoever will hold still long enough.
Word Count: 1085
Summary: The many exploits of Starscream, Tyrant of the Firmament and Whore Extraordinaire.
Prompt: Transformers (G1), Starscream/everybody: Starscream as a robot Marquis de Sade - "I can get whoever I want with the snap of my fingers"
Shoving someone out an airlock is just foreplay when you're a Decepticon. So is getting shot at.
Thundercracker's sonic weapons were useless in space, but that didn't stop him from roaring his displeasure over every available frequency as he chased Starscream around the other side of the Decepticon shuttle. The vessel rocked in protest as Thundercracker's lasers grazed it's hull, Rumble squawking at them to quit acting like glitching aftheads, slaggit! Starscream's only answer was a wild laugh as he arced away, waggling his wings mockingly at his pursuer.
"Catch me if you can!" he called.
"Starscream, you slimy, malfunctioning son of a glitch!" Thundercracker fired his thrusters and flung himself at the red Seeker, catching up to him just as a shower of asteroids hid them from view.
Starscream lets his wingmate pounce him, laughing even as Thundercracker puts him in a vicious armlock. "You are one infuriating piece of work," he growls, his mouth enticing next to Starscream's ear.
If it gets Thundercracker in these moods, Starscream will gladly play the loser. He wriggles in the blue jet's hold, scraping eager-trembling wings over his chest. "You think you can knock me off my thermal, Thundercracker?" he purrs.
He feels Thundercracker shudder against him and knows he's won. "Count on it," his wingmate rumbles, and Starscream hums in delight as he turns his head to accept a kiss.
***
"I wasn't in my right mind," Red Alert protested faintly as Starscream broke the kiss. "I can't do this!"
"Can't or won't?" Starscream asked him. Red Alert turned his face away and would not answer, even when Starscream reached under his hood to tease a gasp from him. "You can't say we didn't make a good team," the Decepticon said, his voice covering Red Alert's awareness like black silk.
"Right up until you sold me out to Megatron!" the Autobot protested in a hiss.
"Of course I did!" Starscream's silky tones were lost in a shriek of righteous protest. "To preserve my life, I told him exactly what he wanted to hear. You would have done the same!"
"I didn't, in fact," Red Alert pointed out wryly, and took advantage of Starscream's momentary inability to think of anything to say to steal a march of his own.
"I take it back," Starscream gasped, arching against Red Alert's mouth. "You would have made an excellent Decepticon, had you wanted."
The Seeker felt his lover smile against his wing, sharp and clear. "I've had to cultivate a certain deviousness, in my line of work. If it takes a bit of the Decepticon in me to keep the Autobots safe..."
An opening, if Starscream was any judge. He slipped his hands up Red Alert's back, finding the sensitive joints and seams with practiced ease, and nibbled on the nearest sensor-horn. "In that case, allow me to put in you a bit of the most devious Decepticon of all..."
***
"That's the lamest line I've ever heard," Astrotrain stated flatly. Blitzwing nodded in agreement.
Starscream suppressed a shriek of exasperation. "It doesn't make it any less true, Astrotrain. You are our supply chain, for all intents and purposes. The Decepticon fleet would falter without you." He turned his attentions to Blitzwing, specifically to the pressure points he'd discovered entirely on accident. "And Blitzwing, your power is all but unmatched. You have the makings of a great Air Commander."
"I do?" Blitzwing purred under Starscream's attentions, always subsceptible to flattery. Starscream didn't bother to hide his smile.
"You do," he answered, shifting his fingers inward, "and I should know." Blitzwing rumbled, but he allowed the contact, and Starscream knew he'd won this battle.
There was still one left, though: Astrotrain shifted uncomfortably, unconvinced even as Blitzwing leaned back beguilingly against him. "Many have tried and failed to defeat Megatron," he said slowly. "Can you guarantee we won't be any different?"
"Guarantee? Guarantee!?" Starscream scoffed, and caught Astrotrain's guantlet. "Guarantees are for Autobots and cowards! You are a Decepticon, Astrotrain - our only question is if the gain is worth the risk!"
"And you know it is," Blitzwing added, and Starscream purred against his wing.
A slow, wicked smile crossed Astrotrain's face. "Very well," he said. "To the new era!"
Starscream laughed wildly as he dragged Astrotrain closer. "And let none stand against us and live!"
***
"I'm not afraid to die," the Autobot said, clutching the smoking ruin of his wrist-mounted lasers.
Starscream frowned down at his victim. In form it seemed he was trying to be a Seeker - sleek, bright, with a spreading golden panel affixed between his shoulders that suggested a pair of small wings - but his furious, stubborn stance in the face of a superior foe was all Autobot. Starscream hovered closer, within striking distance, but the clipped-wing Autobot made no attempt to either attack or flee in defense of his own life.
"Plenty of Autobots have said that to me," Starscream said aloud, "but I think you're the first who actually means it." While the Autobot blinked in shock, Starscream smirked and switched tactics. "What's your name, fearless one?"
"Hot Rod," the Autobot answered automatically, optics still wide. "Why?"
Starscream ignored his question, floating close around him instead, watching with amusement as Hot Rod tried to keep him in his sights. "You have much to learn, Hot Rod," Starscream purred, taking in his victim's sleek form, scuffed and dented from battle just enough to point out some interesting tactile details, steady optics and steady hands wreathed in smoke from his useless weapons systems. Defeated but not broken - defenseless but not pacified. Perfect.
"What do you think?" Starscream asked, deigning to land bare inches from Hot Rod, hands already on his shoulders. "Shall I teach you to fear death? Or to fear me?"
***
"Ah - ahhh!" Starscream thrashed in the grip of mortal terror. "Megatron - leader, please-!"
Megatron kept him pinned to the wall, one hand tight around his throat, the other denting his wing. "Begging already, Starscream?" he smirked.
Fear gave way to fury. "And what would you have of me, Mighty Megatron?" Starscream demanded, his voice rising dizzyingly. "A full report on the effects of your heavy-handedness?"
Megatron growled at him, and Starscream shrank back obligingly. "I would have you," the Decepticon leader ground out, "learn some sense, and keep it in your cockpit!"
"That's easy for you to say!" Starscream scoffed. "I have to work for mine. You could get whoever you wanted with a snap of your fingers..."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2007-10-02 03:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-02 03:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-02 03:12 pm (UTC)♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
And the others were just as much love. You are just as much love!
Now I totally don't need to write this prompt, 'cause you've done it all, and better than I could. :D
no subject
Date: 2007-10-02 03:17 pm (UTC)...^_^
no subject
Date: 2007-10-02 03:22 pm (UTC)Also, job apps. And job, being all WE WILL CALL YOU IN TO WORK NOW, AND YOU WILL LIKE IT.
DAMN YOU, REAL LIFE. *FIST-SHAKEY*
no subject
Date: 2007-10-02 03:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-02 03:38 pm (UTC)Still, I supposedly have a couple of days off later this week. I hereby give you permission to POKE ME WITH A POINTY STICK until I write something.
no subject
Date: 2007-10-02 03:47 pm (UTC)*pokepokepokepoke*
no subject
Date: 2007-10-02 03:51 pm (UTC)*scurries off to write something, ANYTHING*
no subject
Date: 2007-10-02 03:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-02 04:04 pm (UTC)It's a start?
no subject
Date: 2007-10-02 04:38 pm (UTC)Starscream fantastically devious, too :DDDD
no subject
Date: 2007-10-02 04:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-03 08:25 pm (UTC)with a reeeaallly sharp thingy.
write more, more, more!!!
no subject
Date: 2007-10-05 12:38 am (UTC)All the sections are wonderful, but I must admit to an especial fondness for the last one. Ahahahaha! I love Megatron's annoyance at Starscream's antics, and Starscream's dismissive jealousy.
no subject
Date: 2007-10-05 12:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-05 12:57 am (UTC)Also, I like your Red Alert.
no subject
Date: 2007-10-10 08:01 am (UTC)"That's the lamest line I've ever heard." LOL! Great transitions all, but I liked this one inparticular.
no subject
Date: 2007-10-13 10:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-14 12:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-14 10:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-21 01:47 am (UTC)Whooohoo Starscream! XD I love the SS/RA pairing, though people seem to mostly use this pairing to write OOC rape-fics, bleh. 0_o
The Thundercracker one was funny too, Starscream gets major points for making TC totally flip out at him. Rotfl!
no subject
Date: 2008-10-21 01:50 am (UTC)