I will consider the state of medical science to be in absolute disgrace until the day I can go in for surgery and come out with a pair of balls that will react to being stepped on with the expected amount of horrible pain

I understand that there are things that are more important to many men, but if they’re not treating the needs of all trans men as vital and important, then do they really care at all?

mechafricker:

On the one hand Overlord’s probably pretty aggressive, but on the other hand he’s also definitely got the hugest subconscious daddy complex from the whole Megatron thing

How many robot daddy doms has he tried to seek out? All of them. He doesn’t even 100% know why, all he knows is that he would level planets just to get those cummies.

Overlord tracks down a good, discrete dom-for-pay and enlists his services

It takes a few minutes for dom-bot to fully realize what client he just took, and the gravity of his position starts to set in. He’s a professional and sure of his skill, but if he makes just one mistake, it could be a one-way ticket to the most horrible death he could imagine. Still, he’s passed the point of no return in terms of backing out.

Dom-bot steels his nerves. He’s a professional. The best. He takes pride in his craft. Honor, even. He’s trained himself to keep it up in the harshet of situations, even under the threat of death, and, by Primus, he will.

If this is what it comes down to, so be it. He’ll stare almost-certain death in the eyes and face it with a square jaw and a hard dick. He’d sooner die than dishonor his own reputation, and he would absolutely die before he dishonors the reputation of his noble craft.

Live by the daddy-domming

die by the daddy-domming.

On the one hand Overlord’s probably pretty aggressive, but on the other hand he’s also definitely got the hugest subconscious daddy complex from the whole Megatron thing

How many robot daddy doms has he tried to seek out? All of them. He doesn’t even 100% know why, all he knows is that he would level planets just to get those cummies.

old living situation: “oh god I have to keep everything even slightly questionable out of sight, this could gross out and upset my partner so much, I have to obsessively hide all of this SOMETHING HORRIBLE COULD HAPPEN“

new living situation: *wakes up* *gets out of bed and accidentally knocks the still-condomed robot cock on the floor* *steps on unwashed definitely-not-for-sports jockstrap* *nudges the open backpack with astroglide and a bullet out of the way to sit down at the computer chair and rest my feet on a lube-smeared towel*