I Have A Question And A Suggestion

I have a question and a suggestion

As someone who doesn't know the character well: why don't you like tailgate?

And suggestion: tfa tarantulas x tfa prowl?

About Prowl and Tarantulas: I am not a fan of TF:A and didn't finished it, but I really like their creepy relationship in IDW. There will probably be some steamy stuff about them in this blog, when I get the full inspiration and see how to cut this jewel perfectly without just sticking to bondage. Which is fine (and canon!), but there should be more to decorate their delicious dynamic. About Tailgate: I've started writing down my point and realized it's likely to be a wall of text that deserves to be a separate and properly tagged post. I usually don't hate fictional characters. Even a complete sleazebag can be so well-written I find their character arc and their dynamics with others engrossing. I like the Magnificent Bastard type, I like complicated relationships in stories. For me to hate a character there must be a disappointing combination of their unpleasant manners, their wasted character development, the author pushing their favorite pet (whose personality their flattened in their story, yeah) in the spotlight again and again and sometimes it's the fandom who nominates the character as their "perfect pure uwu cinnamon roll" and any other reading of them becomes heresy.

Anon's ask about Megatron's sluttification passed through the prism of my brain and turned into something much sweeter. Let's look back into Megs' miner days, when his views and values were still in the process of being forged (so unlike himself, sorry, I just can't). Pre-war miners' lovemaking.

It's Terminus with whom Megatron shares his first attempts at writing. Miners are deprived of the luxury of having time to sit together to look through what Megatron has to share, so Terminus usually reads it whenever possible and then provides his review. It's simple and straightforward, no sophisticated shit for pampered intellectuals.

That's how Terminus finds a note, saying, "By radically renouncing and refusing to understand the mechanisms of our oppression, we put ourselves at risk of being detached from the reality of our custody. Instead of indulging ourselves in blind radicalism, we should analyze: what makes the system work? Functionism defines us through our bodies, because it's our bodies that make profit in this system. So, instead of rejecting our bodies, like some reject their alt-modes, we should make our bodies work for us. Our frames are not holy temples of Primus, they are our workshops in which we forge and shape our freedom."

The next page is much more rough, just a quick note about prostitution being stigmatized to deny the lower class any additional ways to gain wealth. The text itself is fine, but the subtext feels suspicious to Terminus. Is his Megatron really…

So he asks Megatron himself when they meet in their shared hab later. Megatron calmly tells about his decision to raise funds by making use of his body, which is a far cry from what is commonly viewed as appealing. But there are bots who're looking for manual workers. Even some freaks from high-ranking castes get wet from the perspective of a strong lower-classed scum fucking them. That's what they want. Perverts.

"Load of scrap," Terminus frowns. "You're wasting your words."

He hates telling Megatron this, but the kid is really confused now. He just has to help him reexamine this shit, so he starts with a kiss. Maybe Terminus is not as good with his words as Megatron (honestly, very few are), but he's good with his hands. Miners' bodies are not very sensitive, but he knows where to touch: wrists, hips near the codpiece. And Megatron's head equipment makes a perfect erogenous zone when free from his helmet.

Terminus is licking these trembling petals, careful not to bite. The effect it has on Megatron is impossible to ignore: mouth slightly open in soft gasps, both parts of his array ready and wet. Kneeling, Terminus pushes his legs apart, and Megatron moans in anticipation. Maybe Terminus is not as good with his word, but damn, how good he is with his tongue, licking Megatron's spike and valve. Like he's starving and Megatron is leaking pure energon, if hunger could also explain hot, tender kisses. 

Miners' equipment is most basic, plain, and unadorned, with a meager amount of nodes, but Terminus is eager and relentless when it comes to making Megatron shudder and ready to discharge, but now he's not letting him.

"Your body is a holy temple." Terminus is looking straight into Megatron's flickering eyes. "And you won't let anyone use it disrespectfully. Say it!" The command is added with a quick lick on the valve rim, making the rings inside clench. 

"Say it! And I will overload you."

And, head thrown back and voice cracking with beeps and static, Megatron utters the words. The next second this wonderful tongue is on him again, pushing mercilessly inside, fulfilling the promise. Megatron is holding onto the wall behind him, a stream from his valve hitting Terminus in the face, an unbelievingly blissful moment before it's drunk down. His spike shooting upwards, only for it to land on Terminus' helm and a bit on his back. 

Terminus doesn't mind, as long as his message is understood. 

And if you're looking for the very beginning of Megatron's radicalization, that is it.

Construtiprowl, but is the praxian who got them pregnant?

You mean all of them? Tough job, but more decent than his regular bastard cop activity, so why not? I think there is some kind of unspoken agreement among all Cybertronians that Prowl is such an incurable asshole that he simply should not procreate. Who needs his bastard cyber-DNA spreading? Good news he's a loner by nature and it's unlikely for a sane bot to carry from a casual fuck with him. Well, until his green harem shows up and sees that their precious Prowl doesn't get enough cunt. Maybe five big strong valves could count as enough? At first Prowl is reluctant, playing hard to get. He gets notifications about a lounge in a bath house booked for him and his "company" but deletes them. Until, late at night, he finds himself in the washracks in his apartment with his spike out and his mind playing a half-dream, half-fantasy about big hands holding him, passing him on to each other. Like in a moment of despair he agreed to form Devastator one more time, he surrenders and accepts his admirers' offer. They bathe him in oil a little messily, jostling and squabbling, until Prowl's spike sticks out of the oil like a periscope. He is fished out of the jakuzzi (thanks Hook) and manoeuvred to lay between Long Haul's thighs. He can't suppress his relieved moan when he's finally inside. Touches here and there encourage him, and he's fucking his first valve in a long time like it's his last valve. He's too small to stretch any of them, maybe only Scavenger, but they cheer him every time he's shooting his load. It ends in a haze, Prowl laying sated in the oil bath, Constructicons tossing drinks to each other and him. Could be worse, yeah? It gets worse when Prowl receives a message from Hook with test results attached. He knocked them up. All of them.

have you ever read the g1 marvel comics? If so, what do you think about Skids/Charlene? Basic summary of those two is Skids gets separated from the autobots while in alt-mode, Charlene, a human, finds and repairs him, and they fall in love.

However, Skids breaks up with her because he's worried about Charlene getting caught in the crossfire of the war. I just really like their dynamic and they're probably my favorite TF/human pair

I rolled into the TF comics though IDW, so it kinda outshined all the earlier takes on this story for me. Not to mention that good ol Marvel is a bit too retro to me. Maybe one day I'll run completely out of TF media and give it a try. Maybe it'll be worth a try. Ya know, I don't like most of the takes on humans in he franchise. There are some exceptions (Marissa Faireborn, Agent Fowler from TFP were badass and memorable), but generally I don't like how human characters are treated and then, god knows what for, made to steal the spotlight.

I've hit my guilt and shame limits, so there's no more. I'm pathetic and happy with it. A day ago I violated another person's ask box with my unholy wall of text, but then thought it could make a fine post in my own kinky basement. Behold: TF Cyberverse dubcon wasteplay.

It starts with Cyberverse Astrotrain getting creative with annoying the shit out of Dead End. He's bored with throwing him out, and unexpectedly grabbing him, and denying him with the access inside. He wants Dead End to FEEL it and to get bored too, so he just captures him and holds.

Oh, how hard poor Dead End struggles. He runs out of curses, and if the curses alone could harm, Astrotrain would be smashed to pieces. Too bad they can't. And even worse, that Dead End's waste tank is full, and it's getting to the brim. And Astrotrain seems having too much fun to let him go. He's mocking, asking where has Dead End failed so terribly that now he's in a hurry to fix it? What is it so important for him to leave now?

The more Dead End squirms, the more uncomfortable it gets. He's shaking, his voice betraying him, that only adds to Astrotrain's cruel excitement. Well, maybe not fully cruel? He's went ages without a good fuck, maybe just really not very experienced due to the lack of partners to match his size. And now there's a hot little bot all heated up and twitching in his grip. He's struggling so sweetly, it awakens something in Astrotrain. Big bully is just getting off. Bonus: he doesn't get what's really going on and how it's gonna end.

Dead End knows it's over for him when Astrotrain starts poking him. He's overheating, needs to relieve himself so bad it hurts, burning alive with embarrassment. "Gonna beg me to stop, pipsqueak?", comes Astrotrain's mocking tone, but Dead End can't tell him to shut the fuck up. He can't even beg. His valve panel snaps back and he's spraying in the air.

Astrotrain is just shocked. The effect is unexpected. He wanted a small revenge and now Dead End in his hand is pissing and whimpering raggedly. " You, you PISS-SQUEAK!", he's trying to sound disgusted, but he's just confused and so, so hot behind his panels. It's coming to him that all this is too much even of him. He's holding his victim gently now, watching him void in a strong arc until he's empty.

Astrotrain x blitzwing?

And they were roommates... These two give a strong vibe of Those Two Dudes always hanging together in the most bromantic fashion. It's inevitable for them to share a hab that they proclaim a separate state with the ridiculous name Autocratic Republic of Triple Changers (unrecognized). But this is no party with your best buddy, they're constantly running low on energon (I'm thinking about it being somewhere on the timeline before Dark Cybertron, but let their standard of living be a tiny bit better). No money no funney. And Blitzwing is salivating over this false valve toy he ran into surfing the online market. The description says it's the original model, not taken out of some poor fellow who hit the bottom so hard they decided to sell their treasure. Intuitive adaptation with EM-field sensitivity, vibration and literally everything that his hand doesn't have. Blitzwing even considers consolidating his and Astrotrain's pittance so they can share it then. That's what friends are for, right? But it's late at night, Blitzwing is rechargeless with datapad in hand. The tab with the product page open. Being broke sucks. Being horny too. At least Astrotrain is peacefully recharging, and it shouldn't take long. It's not too quick though. Blitzwing has to tease his spike with feather lights strokes for it to leak enough lubricant, his eyes locked on the screen. The damn toy is even designed to resemble a valve with two purple exterior nodes. A loud in-vent gets him startled a little. Astrotrain is watching him with his fingers between his thighs. It's probably too dark for him to see with his bad eyesight but he's somehow enjoying the view. "A little help, buddy?" is both a request and an offer. No need to ask twice, Blitzwing is on top of him the next second. Fuck all the "dude-bro" bullshit, they're too broke for it. Astrotrain's valve looks... somehow familiar, two purple nodes flickering invitingly, but Blitzwing is long past caring. It feels so good he HAS to cum in a few thrusts. And he does, shivering, when it's contracting in pre-overload and vibrating so strong he howls. Original model. Sure it is.