About Emotional Anguish -

About emotional anguish -

How about starbee?

I was seeing some good stories with the jettwins as his (Star) children, but since i don't know what you feel about them, I'll leave it as optional

A bit confused, which continuity are you referring to? I know about the IDW RiD Starbee ship, which I don't really ship myself, but don't mind a good story focused on Starscream's redemption and developing heathy equal relationship after millions of years of Megatron's abuse. Sometimes Windblade's thrown in. I'd like Screamer to learn some friendship-fu before getting into something more exclusive, but the line is kinda blurred for me.

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.

Egg-laying Starscream is the cornerstone of the fandom. Mostly, it's Megatron's brood. But what if it's not?

Maybe some Cybertronians, regardless of their alt-mode (so it's not just seeker/plane thing, let's admit, Orion Pax did it too before the Matrix fucked up his reproductive health), can lay unfertilized eggs if healthy, well-fueled, and interface regularly (or use other methods to properly discharge). That's how their reproductive system keeps itself toned. So, it's Knock Out x Starscream getting a bit eggy.

Starscream stopped laying even before the war started. Being constantly stressed, underfueled, in proximity of Megatron, then on Earth, everything just screams "fuck, no". Not getting laid for years doesn't help. 

Well, until enter Knock Out. Who, after Breakdown's death, starts giving Starscream some special and oddly gratifying attention. He's not courting him. But a thorough and careful check-up, an unnecessary but attentive repair, a buffing session, adding his ration with nutritional supplements from Knock Out's medical stocks… It gets Starscream warming up to him. And not only Starscream himself. 

That's how Starscream starts coming not only for medical treatment, but for straight-up massage. Yeah, to "maintain his wings", but have you ever seen a seeker with their wings on their waist, neck, or hips? Inside their valve? Knock Out is happy to provide, though, since he gets this valve to himself for fucking and massaging his spike with its outer petals. 

That's what Knock Out is counting on, when Starscream is melting in his hands once again, pointy fingertips buried under Starscream's plating and massaging needy whines out of him. His valve is already on display and unusually wet. Nodes are pulsing like a warning light. "Someone is eager today," Knock Out is teasing, placing his hand on this dripping valve. But the reaction he gets is bordering on panic, Starscream is thrashing and whining in confusion. The sensation is vaguely familiar but long-forgotten, he feels like it's something inside of him that he needs to let out. Like… oh hell, like he needs to void his waste tank, bad, and he can't hold, and…

It doesn't happen. Something is pushing through his valve channel, spreading his flexing inner rings and stimulating his nodes so hard he's overloading, losing his kneeling stance, and falling onto Knock Out. Who, as Starscream notices when he's finally able to vent and process the input, is holding something energon-blue and glistening. 

"Oh, we're laying pretty little eggs today," Knoch Out whistles. "That's juicy".

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.

Look, shy me fighting my urge to spill my lustful thoughts and hiding behind the anon. Well, I failed miserably, this blog is created, so why not claim my shame.

Service top Tarn this, service top Tarn that. But what if... not? Spoiler alert! I imagine pre-empurata Damus being an innocent flower and a hopeless romantic and saving himself for his conjunx. Post-empurata "Glitch" being an empuratee and not even considering an option for someone to desire him (and also saving himself for his conjunx, see "hopeless romantic" part). And as Tarn he is just being Tarn, saving himself for Megs. (And I don't think Megs has ever taken him to berth. I think Megs preserves his own bodily autonomy and doesn't want to use his sexuality as a tool to punish or reward his subordinates.)

And the second reason why he doesn't interface, if he ever needed another one, is 'cause he's an addict. The hell he knows what a good fuck will do to him. He'll become horribly attached to a partner. WEAK. Holy shit. But being so hooked on pleasure, he 100% has his array modded with extra sensor nodes. Like, his spike looks more pink than black because of nodes. And they are glowing, lol. So, he's super sensitive and probably gets super wet when revved up. And his sexual starvation is MASSIVE. Shame Megatron would never have him. There will never be a conjunx. Others too afraid of him or repulsed by his personality to try wooing him properly or forcing him. Oh boy, Tarn is gonna die a virgin. Virginity kink? Virginity kink.

Omg yes, of course Tarn would try to perfect himself for his Lord— at least, what he thinks his lord would think is perfect.

His jerk off sessions have to be fucking amazing though with all the mods

Sweet heaven, send me your purest guardian angel and your dirtiest Transformer porn ideas right into my ask box. I need some inspiration until I'm ready to take my own drafted ideas on. What do I mean by "inspiration"? I can't promise I'll do anything, but if it sparks something in me (pun intended), I'll enlarge on your idea with my best and kinkiest. A lil bit about stuff I'm into. I'm quite good with G1, IDW, TF:P and Cyberverse. C'mon, let's find a good use for my perennial devotion to the accidental voyeurism trope. Or my robot piss kink.