#not dead

I’ve been drawing too much unhealthy angst.

Here’s some silly and wholesome

Marduk prided himself in always doing his research for everything in life. This got him a doting wife, a great house, a thriving career, and grateful children already off in college. It was also through his careful nature that he knew exactly how to find hook-ups—his profile on Grindr had him listed as “DL.” He did all of this under his family’s noses, and they were none the wiser. Yup, just about anything and everything can be cheated on with enough research and a mind as sharp as Marduk’s.

Tonight, his wife had just departed for her flight. She was going out of state to visit her ill mother. Though she had asked Marduk if he wanted to come, he declined and assured her that her mother would be much more pleased if she went alone. No need for Marduk to interrupt mother-daughter time! The children were off living in their campus dorms, and so Marduk had the whole house to himself.

“Thank you for hosting,” said the message with a winking emoticon. The sender was a younger man named Henry. Compared to Marduk, he was rather thin but flexible, as the explicit messages he had sent Marduk had proved. “I’d do it, but I still live with my folks. I’m also DL, but for my safety rather than my stability.”

Marduk didn’t feel like asking him to elaborate, so he simply arranged the date and time for Henry to arrive, the latter of which eagerly agreed. The two had their eyes set on the other for a while now, but circumstances made that difficult until this weekend.

Marduk smirked to himself as he dressed up—not showering tonight as Henry had requested.

The moment Marduk opened the door, Henry all but launched himself at Marduk. “Been waiting for this all day,” Henry whispered, his voice needy and breathless. “I’m sooo hungry for you, daddy.”

That was all Marduk needed to hear. Fired up, he lifted Henry up and carried him to the upstairs bedroom—not at all concerned about getting Henry’s scent all over the sheets. He needed to fill this tight hole soon or he’d go mad.

“Nrgh, f-fuck!” Henry cried out, writhing and moaning on the bed. He gripped the sheets until his knuckles turned white. His cock, already leaking, stiffened suddenly as Marduk fucked him. “F-Fuck, I-I’m gonna cum…! I’m gonna cum,” he said, slowly losing the breathlessness and playfulness in his voice. “Not yet, no, I don’t wanna c-cum just yet. I’m not ready to give this up just yet.” It was as if he was a completely different person from the youthful man that Marduk invited inside.

However, Marduk wasn’t paying much attention. His own thrusts became wilder and more intense as the twink beneath him tried resisting his own orgasm. “C’mon, moan some more for me,” Marduk growled, unable to stop. Henry’s hole was so tight and warm that it was driving Marduk insane. And those soft squeals… they were driving him crazy. “Ohhh, keep moving your hips. I-I’m so close!”

“Shit, no good…!” cursed Henry through gritted teeth. “I-I’m cumming!” he cried out, arching his back and thrusting his hips high in the air as his untouched cock shot several loads that came down and stained his torso. However, Henry’s writhing didn’t stop as the last of his cum dribbled out of his softening cock. No, his eyes rolled up, showing only the whites, as his body convulsed even harder.

Only then did Marduk finally stop and looked down at Henry with concern, not wanting to alert anyone by having someone have a seizure in his home. Hey, you okay…?” he said.

As if to respond, a trail of blue slime erupted from Henry’s mouth. Marduk didn’t have time to react before it shot inside his own mouth. “MMFH—! MFF!” He tried shouting for help, but the slime made that all but useless. His body writhed as it began flowing inside of him. The two’s bodies were connected, tethered by the blue slime.

What’s happening…? Thought Marduk, vision growing hazy. Even though he tried to run away or throw Henry’s body away, he couldn’t force his heavy limbs to move. Even so, he soon realized that his body wasn’t stopping. Although the movements were a bit more awkward, Marduk’s body was still thrusting—as though listening to another will besides his own.

W-Why can’t I stop…?! Marduk’s thoughts were a panic, but even that began to wane as his mind began growing foggier by the second. Adding to that was the electric jolts of pleasure coursing throughout every inch of his body. He involuntarily shuddered, his moans muffled by the invading slime as it finished crawling inside of him. Feels… to good…! I’m going crazy! Lemme cum, lemme cum, I just wanna cum!

All caution thrown to the wind, Marduk begged whatever entity was invading him for a reprieve of this never-ending pleasure. It felt as though he was on the cusp of climaxing yet unable to actually ejaculate. He had no idea pleasure could feel so torturous.

Marduk’s body pulled Henry closer and thrust as deep as he possibly could. His bush met Henry’s own as he, mouth agape and eyes going cross, pumped what felt like a year’s worth of cum into Henry’s unresponsive hole. Every rhythmic thrust seemed to drive Marduk further and further to the back of his own mind. He screamed into the inky black void; not from horror as another’s will supplanted his own; but from the sheer bliss this mind-blowing orgasm gave him.

Meanwhile, Marduk’s body convulsed as it flopped on top of the unconscious Henry. Once the trembling settled down, Marduk opened eyes and sat up on the floor. At a certain point, the convulsions had been so intense he actually fell off the bed. However, he didn’t seem too concerned about that nor the unconscious Henry. He stood up with a low groan, admiring the sheer weight he now possessed, and strolled over to the master bathroom. He glanced at his reflection, tilting his head to try and capture every angle.

Letting out a low whistle, he said, “Usually I prefer taking over spry young men, but this? This one I like…” he said with a chauvinistic smirk. The real Marduk could only vaguely hear his invader’s taunting words, and he was far too mindfucked to care. “Damn, this body feels good! Virile, too.” The slime that had possessed Marduk ran his hands down Marduk’s cock and shivered as he felt it respond. Even though he had cum what felt like gallons with this stolen cock it was still right back up and raring to go. “Nrrgh.,.. oh fuck, yes…! This is me now!” he cried out, jerking his new fuckstick like a madman. Everything in this new body felt so right. The weight, the mass, the sensitivity. Just touching his cock felt like sex. But jerking off was another experience entirely.

“Fuck, fuck! Nrgh, I’m cumming!” His knees buckled on him as several rounds of cum struck the mirror and stained Marduk’s reflection. Panting, Marduk relaxed on the bathroom and chuckled to himself.

"Died and came back wrong" trope but star simply isn't afraid of death anymore. Literally nothing else is different, he just reacts to threats and situations differently. And when I say "not afraid" I don't mean optimus prime's fearlessness, I mean a kind of "I've seen the end and it's nowhere hear as bad as What I've got now" way.

Usual threats don't work, even under Megatron. Once death stopped having meaning, so did pain because in his processor, pain meant death or imminent death(from my understanding), and Stars' own methodology when it comes to doing things takes a 180. Instead of focusing on self-preservation, I imagine he'd throw himself at the objective with an almost martyr, zealot-like fervor Or even just responding to threats, someone's threatening him, and he almost looks impatient for them to either go for it or expose that they're bluffing.

Sorry for the yapfest lol I just wanted to share some thoughts/ideas

Oh no problem in sharing, I like others ideas and theory shared ;)

But I must say that I don't think that took away cowardly from starscream kills actually the concept of Starscream. Or, TFPrime gives him veeeery strong and exaggerated cowardly traits, but he often looks quite lunatic: he swing from being afraid of little things to become aggressive through bigger robots, like he's no balance, no control at all of himself most of the time. We know that is bad writing, but I see much potential in this.

Given also from "Exodus", in which Starscream is so straight and strong in his assets that when once Megatron took him from the throat, he doesn't flinch. A completely different mech.

I think that "Died and came back wrong trope" is really much stick to TFAnimated Starscream, which actually almost grew bored of keep dying at certain point, but still, even that not for death, remain pretty much a coward (and in my opinion more that TFP Starscream... because to me he looks more like gone insane or really dancing through it. A moment he's scary, another cocky and confident, another even merciful- even for convenience).

I'm not sure If I can see Starscream became a sort of immolation zealot because... well the thing I think is a very core in all Starscream is planning, plotting, scheming. He keeps thinking trying to get SOMETHING (that usually is took the place of megatron and showing everybody is better than him as leader).

But! Maybe it dwells with Skybound Starscream, which is the most crazy, broken and bloodthisty one. He's the only one that doesn't have the time to plot a lot, he lives day by day, surviving gargantuan violence and the complete personality annihilation by Megatron.

Somebody pushed so much at his limits I think could do such a drastic adaption to "I cannot die and it's extremely painful. Let's make this a problem for the others"

Let’s do the electric boogaloo!

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