Egg-laying Starscream Is The Cornerstone Of The Fandom. Mostly, It's Megatron's Brood. But What If It's

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".

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.

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.

Clear as daylight, Tarn must keep Overlord's head in his room as a trophy to decorate his edgelord dwelling. I was just wondering, does he turn it to face the wall when he needs to blow off some steam? Then I remembered about those actual miners' corpses hanging on his walls, which can mean two things: ๑ Tarn is already fine with dead people watching him pleasuring his insatiable self. Motherfucker just invented necroexhibitionism. Holy fuck. ๑ He does it shamefully, hiding under the blanket and hoping it looks and sounds like it's just another withdrawal hitting hard. Or like it's his T-cog burning off again. Or both, which is not unusual.

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.

Honestly, to me pillows and mattresses for Cybertronians are 100% logical. See, with their massive squarishy-edgy frames with bulging details on their backs, there absolutely has to be something soft and squishy for them to lay comfortably on. Their pillow technology must be miles beyond what we now have. Just imagine pillows that intuitively adapt to your head's weight and shape, so that they can support massive helms but are also pliable.

And what else? Pillow fucking. They don't have human skin that could get irritated. And they can produce more lubricants, so their experience must be a whole other level.

Every Cybertronian sleeps with their bedding in more than one sense. At least once in a lifetime, which is long as hell. That's just unavoidable. So every time you look at your favorite robot, no matter how much of a big and scary baddie or a morally high-grounded goodie they are, keep in mind that they fucked a pillow. Hard and wet.

I'm trying to figure out who must be the champion, the ultimate pillow fucker. The fandom suggests that it's Swerve. But is it just because you guys like him being a loser who never gets any?