If I'm Being Real There Is So Little Egg Laying Or Pregnancy Starscream Content. At Least I Don't See

If i'm being real there is so little egg laying or pregnancy starscream content. At least I don't see that much

I very well remember at least two good fics with Starscream laying eggs. Funny, they're both TFP Megastar and I don't even read on this ship much. Shorter one. Longer one. About the second, check the rest of this author's works. They really provide pregnant Starscream stuff in production quantities.

I was thinking about Whirl cuckolding Tailgate by getting it on with Cyclonus, but since I hate Tailgate it feels best for me to just take it as a starting point that Cygate just didn't work as a relationship. (Un)fortunately, it just happens. So it could be a cure for a broken heart that Whirl's proposing. Just a good casual, buddy-on-buddy fuck. What an excuse for him to shove his long ridged spike in the sad old goth. His goose neck is just made for him to stretch and twist it to peak on what's going on down there. Cyclonus makes quite a picture with his red optics flashing dimly, his plating bristling with the intensity of Whirl spiking him. Whirl may start some smug line, something about a hole being able to take more damage than a fragile spark, but Cyclonus quickly shuts him up by clawing on his frame and thrusting his hips upward HARD. Bonus if Cyclonus squirts, which has not happened for a long time, probably since Galvatron last layed his touch on him.

Just as I promised: Horny Amicas Rodimus and Drift.

There's nothing new: Drift is a firm believer in the sanctity of Amica Endura. So, yes hugging, yes kissing, but Primus forbid he desecrates his and Rodimus' blessed friendship.

They should be fine with it. Drift has Ratchet as his Conjunx, and Rodimus is free to hook up with anyone or also find a long-term partner. Though it's not easy to focus on finding one when his sexy spiritual friend is around again. And they're working on rebuilding their bond: training, talking, cuddling.

More than once, Drift's found them both heating up and laughing it off. Yeah, it happened before, but after what happened to their bond, it feels different. More deep, more sharp. Drift feels it in his friend's aura emanations, his chakras pulsing with affection and desire. But they just can't. Not because of Ratchet. Ratchet, along with his "too old for this shit, just have fun" attitude, is fine with Drift sleeping with other people. He'd be happier if Drift stopped blueballing his Amica. Just for the sake of tossing all this obsolete religious nonsense off. 

But again, Drift can't. Even when he has Rodimus under him again after their training session, that turned into showering together, then into helping each other with paintjob, then just cuddling. Rodimus tried to start a lazy tickle-fight, but Drift soothed him with a gentle kiss.

And there they are. Both revved up and pressed into each other. Rodimus' soft chuckles sounding more like needy sighs, and all his internal systems rumbling. "We're not interfacing. Should we stop?" Drift asks, concerned. 

"No, we aren't. Just stay". They're making out again, Drift feels them both tensing more and more. Maybe Primus was wrong once when he created his Amica so tempting. Speaking of... Sweet Primus, how hard Drift will ride Ratchet after this. If he makes it now, what's becoming more and more unlikely.

Rodimus is shaking now, kissing his neck. When his panel snaps, Drift doesn't stop him. He catches Rodimus' own hand, guiding it between them. They're not interfacing. It's still not, even with Rodimus' spike dripping with pinkish slick between them. And with Drift's uncovered valve massaged with his own fingers. 

They're not touching each other more than they used to. Rodimus tries not to overstep and not soil his dear Amica with his fluids. He's not prepared when said Amica stands up, kneeling over him in overload, and gushes of lubricant are hitting Rodimus' plating only to make him spill harder into his own fist. 

Hell yeah, it's over and they're good. They didn't interface.

At least until Drift tells Ratchet. Who says that, from the standpoint of modern medicine, they interfaced. And Drift is a dumbass, but it's fine.

Why I don't like MTMTE Tailgate

At first I liked his character arc due to its fridge horror. See, a young bot with a freshly ignited spark, ready to hop on a big adventure and see the world with wide-open eyes... and he just trips, and he falls, and he wakes up to find himself transformed in his bed into a monstrous vermin into a fossil who missed all of the world-shuttering events. History is made, the world is now full of heroes of all sorts: Optimus, Ultra Magnus, Rodimus, even Whirl's made a name for himself. And in this realm of heroes Tailgate is nobody. Senior Shit Manager.

James Roberts dangled the carrot with the "Tailgate learning about the factions" plot, I was so ready for him to learn about the complexity of war, its causes and effects. And what I got? Autobots good, Decepticons bad, my ass. And even this gets thrown outta the window when it's Megatron's time to be the good guy. Yeah, it's just a minor plot in the complex narrative, I wouldn't complain if Tailgate himself was likeable.

He's not. Tailgate lacks qualities that I personally find endearing or charismatic, both in real and fictional personalities. He's just annoying, his naivety ends up merged into narrow-mindedness.

And holy shit, how MANIPULATIVE he is. He shamelessly manipulates Cyclonus into a romantic relationship with him. Cyclonus, whose traumatic experience includes being mind-controlled and made to, by his own words, hurt Cybertron. Keep in mind, Cyclonus is the biggest patriot their civilization has ever know, I can't imagine how much pain it caused him, all because of being manipulated. 

Tailgate causes an enormous clusterfuck of problems by letting himself be drawn into Getaway's scheme. Because of what? Because Cyclonus refused to date him and share his innermost energon! And what happens after Getaways's mutiny when Tailgate somehow gets away (lol)? Cyclonus shares his innermost energon so the damned fool can get his fill and STOP screwing it up. And what does Tailgate do? He wears it like a fucking bibelot and BRAGS about Cyclonus now being his boyfriend like it's his thesis defense in pickupology and nothing more. That's gross, man.

Yeah, Cyclonus may have a neglected case of emotional constipation and a fear of intimacy. So what? Does it mean he must be forced to open up and be dragged into an exclusive relationship when he's not ready? He clearly has a thing for Tailgate, he's in love, but what Tailgate does is abuse it. 

James Roberts, too, loves Tailgate. He gives him new superpowers, some spotlights even though what I found interesting to explore about Tailgate is lost. Characters that I find more likeable got killed off, their arcs aborted, and this "fandom marshmallow" stays to annoy me. Thank you very much.

I can't deny how important Tailgate is for Cyclonus, both story and character wise. Cyclonus loves him more than anything, and he gets better through this love. It's Cyclonus' side that works a miracle, so I don't find Cygate a complete waste of comic book ink, even though it makes me cringe. So, outside of the comic, Cygate is my NOTP, I prefer to avoid it in my reading and, since I write, my writing. It's a little sad how much fan content is not for me because of it, but there's still plenty that amuses and pleases me.

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.