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Questions to ask beta readers

General:

Were you confused at any point of the story?

What genre would you say this book is?

When did you put the story down?

Is the ending satisfying?

If you had to cut 3 scenes what would they be?

When did you feel like the story really began?

What was the last book you read before this story?

Characters:

Do you get any of the characters names confused?

Which character is your favorite?

If you had to remove a character who would you and why? (you don't have to remove the character, just make sure their role is meaningful)

Which character do you relate to the most?

Which character do you relate to the least?

Do the characters feel real?

Are character relationships believable?

Are the goals clear and influence the plot?

Are the characters distinct (voice, motivations, etc)

Setting:

Which setting was clearest to you?

Which setting was the most memorable?

Am including enough/too much detail?

Plot and conflict:

Are the internal and external conflicts well defined for the main characters?

Are the internal conflicts and the external conflicts organic and believable?

Are there enough stakes?

Are the plot twists believable but still unexpected?

Resources For Describing Physical Things

Setting

Abandoned Mine

Airplane

Airport Check-in

Alley

Amusement Park

Attic

Bakery

Bank

Basement

Bathroom (home)

Barn

*GE* Barn 2 (Dairy Focus)

Beach

Bedrooms

Birthday Party

Bonfire

Bowling Alley

Bridge

Bookstore

Cafeteria

Casino

*GE* Catacombs

Cave

Church

City Park

Classroom

Closet

Coffee House

Courtroom

Cruise Ship

*GE* Cryogenic Sleep Chamber

Daycare

Desert

Diner

Dragon’s Lair

Dungeon (Caution Graphic Description)

*GE* Egyptian Pyramids

Elevator

Farms

Forest

Frozen Tundra

Gallows

Garage

Garage Sale

Garden

Graveyard

*GE* GLOBAL WARMING (dystopian)

Grocery Store

Halloween Party

Haunted House

Herbalist Shop (fantasy)

High School Hallway

Hospital

Hotel Room

House Fire

House Party

Kitchen

*GE* Laboratory

*GE* Laboratory (secret genetic)

Lake

Library

Locker Room

Meadow

Medieval Castle Armory

Medieval Marketplace

Middle School Dance (informal)

*GE* Mindscape (Mind Magic)

Mountains

Movie Theatre

Night Club

Nursery

Ocean/Sea Bed

Old Pick-Up Truck

Pirate Ship

Playground

Pond

Pool Hall

Prison Cell

Pub

Public Pool (Outdoor)

Rainforest/Jungle

Ranch

Restaurant

River

School Bus

School Office

Shopping Mall

Sleep-Away Camp

*GE* Spaceport

*GE* Spaceship

Stands at a Sporting Event

Storm Sewer

Subway Station

Swamp

Taxi cab

Teacher’s Lounge

Toolshed

*GE* Trailer

Treehouse

*GE* Tropical Island City

Urban Street

Video Arcade

Waiting Room

Waterfall

Water Slide Park

Wedding Ceremony (Church)

Woods at Night

Zoo

Weather

Air Pollution

Avalanche

Blizzard

Breeze

Clouds

Dew

Drought

Dusk

Dust or Sand Storm

Earthquake

Eclipse

Fall

Falling Star

Flood

Forest Fire

Frost

Hailstorm

Heat Wave

Hurricane/Typhoon

Lightning

Mirage

Mist or Fog

Moonlight

Mudslide

Rain

Rainbow

Sky

Sleet

Snow

Spring

Summer

Sunrise

Sunshine

Sunset

Thunderstorm

Tornado

Vortex

Wind

Winter

Color, Texture, & Shape

Color

Black

Blue

Brown

Gray

Gold

Green

Orange

Pink

Purple

Red

Silver

Spotted

Striped

Transparent

White

Yellow

Texture

Bumpy

Barbed/Spined

Crackled

Crumbly

Crusty

Foamy/Spongy

Fuzzy

Gritty

Pitted

Powdery

Prickly

Saw-edged/Serrated

Slimy

Smooth

Sticky

Shape

Arch

Circular/Sphere

Crescent

Heart

Oval & Oval-like

Rectangle

Spiral

Star

Square

Triangular

Tube

Wavy

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When Noah gets drunk, he really sweet-talks his adorable alien boyfriend.

Midnight snack

We simply must have more Orion x D-16

THERE i gave you a big serving of dpax bc so many people wanted it. im obsessed with them. they drive me insane.

You are taking TF1 nsfw requests? Could we get D-16 getting his pussy ate please? Poor boy needs a little tlc

I bet D-16 whimpers so cute when hes getting ate 🥺

Don’t you just hate it when you’re trying to sell shit and you suddenly reveal your money kink to your client?

My only defense is that I love these fuckers, your Honor.

Commission for @cappucinotarts I had so much fun making I decided to do it as a short comic :D thank you so much for giving me those three to play with!

“Be serious, Rodimus, have you ever kept anything you held from breaking?”

For the always lovely and always wonderful @larrydraws who is so enthusiastic and positive about this pairing and who is also fucking perfect and kind brilliant and makes me melt every second of the day! I really hope you like it! ;w; HAVE THIS SCHMOOP, DARLING, HAVE ALL THIS SCHMOOP!

I’ve been craving Rung/Maximus Ambus size kink smut for months and finally broke free

Hi I’m Schandbringer and I like to spend my nights drawing Rung porn and sometimes posting some of it

Commission for @eat-your-spark-out who asked for Knock Out and Starscream! Ahh this commission had everything I love in the prompt - eating out, praising,  finger biting -, thank you so much, I had tons of fun with it! I really hope you like it!!

LIVE MIKO REACTION❗❗

TFone MOP

(Forgive my poor English)

Megatronus talking to Megatron fic please?

Hell yeah lets go. Mostly just transcribed from my rambling in discord, but nyeh

Consider: the cogs they've been given influence their host a bit. Like how, donated organs sometimes have "memories" from their old bodies that they had before. Giving the host physical sensations and habits they didn't have before (it's a real thing, look it up)

We know that Liege Maximo wasn't responsible for orchestrating Solus's death in this universe, but it's still very possible he's still got a very dark and twisted streak inside him. What if D-16's sudden, violent resolve to kill Sentinel came from Liege Maximo? He 100000% wants Sentinel dead because he's a traitor and doesn't deserve to live, and his influence still on his cog combined with D-16's righteous anger came together into the drive to rip that mech apart, with his bare hands.

What I'm getting at is, the cogs have "memory" and influence, to a point. Optimus got Prima's cog, so naturally he stepped into a more rigid leadership position that was staunchly against purposefully extinguishing sparks. So, when D-16 takes Megatronus Prime's cog from Sentinel's chest, he gets hit with a blast of Presence from the God of War himself, and already riled up and angry he kinda. Spirals out of control.

The Spirit of War drives him to fight, protect, destroy. Raze that evil mech's influence to the ground so not a single shred of him remains. Unless his presence is completely annihilated, there's a chance it could seep into the cracks and take up root again, and slowly sink it's insidious fingers into their people once more. He cannot allow that!

Fast forward to that night and newly christened Megatron is still angry, angry, angry… until he falls asleep and his processor can get a much-needed rest and defrag. He dreams about- about Orion, about… the surface, about Sentinel, about everything. He sees Sentinel taking Orion away, sees Orion bloodied and lifeless falling into a pit of despair. He sees himself, out of his body, trying to save him but he can't. He sees his best friend looking at him in sadness and disgust and, finally, feels the sadness and misery he'd been stubbornly choking down suddenly force it's way into his throat.

...Is he awake? Is he asleep? It hits him so intensely he can't tell, and just. Plops down on the ground, arms wrapping around himself and beginning to sob with all the force of his broken spark. It's not fair. Everything… everything has changed, he's lost everything and everyone and- and he's still angry! Why does he feel like this? How does he make it stop? He doesn't want to be angry anymore, he doesn't want… whatever this is that he can feel slowly creeping toward him. This isn't over. Something bad is coming. He doesn't want this, he doesn't want this, he doesn't want this-!

He about jumps out of his plating when someone suddenly touches his helm, and nearly falls over when he looks up and finds a hulking, huge mech had settled down next to him. Thrice his size, at least, and before, that wouldn't have been strange. Expected, even. But now he has his cog, his alt mode, he's much bigger now. Even so, he feels puny in this mech's shadow, but his size alone isn't the surprising part.

Painted purple and black with a face that Megatron knows extremely well. He rubs his optics and shakes his helm, but he's still there. His vocalizer squeaks when he utters the name, "M- Muh-! Megatronus Prime?!"

He's definitely still dreaming. He has to be. But- But everything feels so grounded and lucid and real- but-

Megatronus Prime chuckles softly. "Sorry to frighten you, little one," he lats the ground next to him. "Sit with me?"

"I- um," he blinks. "Y-Yes sir?"

Megatron has no idea what to say. He sits a respectful distance away, hugging his knees and just o.o staring at him shellshocked the whole time. It- It has to be a dream but it feels real. Is… Is Megatronus actually here with him? Surely he can't be, but…

The Prime waves his servo out in front of them, and warm, gently burning orange fire materializes from nowhere. It floats in a ball before them, lighting the dark, shadowy night. Megatron can feel the heat on his cheeks, and the sensation is too real to be anything but.

"You… y-you're really here-!" He gasps and wipes clumsily at his still-wet face. "Oh- Oh my Primes, you're really-" Promptly slaps a servo over his mouth, optics wide. "I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to swear, I know we shouldn't use the Primes names in vain I just- y-you're here and- and-"

Megatronus laughs and shakes his helm fondly, reaching over to gently pat his helm. "Peace, youngling, peace. I take no offense." Prima, on the other hand… ooh, how he hated hearing their children swear. It amused the god of war, more than anything. He gave the little silver mech a thoughtful once over. "You have my cog." It's not a question.

Megatron flinches and brings both servos to to his chest. "I- I'm sorry!" He means it too, hanging his helm and looking ashamed. "I- I was just- he took it, he killed you and he took and I- I couldn't just let him keep it," it was impulsive, he would admit, swapping it for the cog already in his own chassis. His voice lowers to a shameful whisper. "D'you… w-want it back?" He doesn't want to go back to being cogless, but…

Luckily, Megatronus shakes his helm. "No, no, keep it. I've no use for it anymore. Heh," a humorless sound that could almost pass as a sarcastic laugh. "Though, I should ask. Wouldn't you rather have yours?"

"What do you mean?"

He holds out one huge servo, palm flat, and an image flickers to life, misty and glowing blue similar to the visions Alpha Trion had shown them. It's simple this time, just a standard transformation cog. But… Megatron chokes. "You mean-?! Th-This one is-?"

"Yours," the Prime nods. "We keep track. We've kept track of every cog he stole, and whom it belongs to. If you want yours, I'll grant it to you."

He's stunned silent, mouth hanging open and entranced by the vision. He… he could have it back? He'd come to accept that his cog was gone, that that monster had molested his newborn body and plucked it right from his chassis, that a part of him had been stolen and desecrated before he even opened his optics for the first time. A hurt that could never heal… a wound he'd carry til the day he died.

But now, Megatronus Prime, his greatest hero and idol, is talking to him and offering it back. All he can do is sit there with his jaw slack.

The god of war seems amused, laughing for real this time and reclining back against the solid metal behind him. He reaches out and wraps one arm around the youngling, who squeaks in surprise, and pulls him close against his side. "You don't have to decide now," he promises. "You can keep mine, if you like the way it feels. And if you change your mind someday, that's fine too."

He's not at all expecting the sudden sob that bubbles up from his side, and looks down in surprise. Little namesake suddenly curls against him, shaken by the first positive physical contact he's had in multiple days, beginning to weep with earnest against his hero's side.

"Wh-"

"I'm sorry!" The words burst out of him in a rasping voice heavily laden with sorrow and wet sobs. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so so sorry! I- I didn't mean to, it wasn't supposed to happen like that, I didn't wanna hurt him, I- I didn't mean to I was just so mad-"

This… really isn't Megatronus's forte. He doesn't know what to say, so opts not to say much at all, instead gently draping his arm around the young, miserable bot and just letting him huddle beneath him, weeping brokenly.

"I know, little one… I know. It's alright-"

"It's NOT alright!" He wails. "Nothing is alright! I wanna go home but I don't have a home anymore, and- and Orion hates me and everyone probably hates me and- and I killed my best friend and I took your cog without asking and," he takes a great, heaving, wheezing invent. "And I'm just like Sentinel!"

Megatronus goes from awkward to actively panicking in about 2 seconds. Ok, tears he can deal with. Let them cry it out and release all the stress and they'll be fine afterwards. That's how it goes. But… super deep seated self doubt and worry you've turned into the monster you just defeated? That's- That's really not something he knows how to deal with. Megatronus Prime does not know how to deal with kids.

"...wait, no-" he gives the little one a gentle shake. "No, no, that isn't true-" he continued to wail and cry like the world is ending, like his spark really has shattered into pieces. "You're not- you didn't intend to hurt your friend and wouldn't have if it was up to you, and--forgive me, Mother--Sentinel needed to be dealt with. "You've nothing in common with that mech aside from the cog you both hosted in your chest-"

That just seems to make him cry harder, and Megatronus flounders. What to do, what to do?! Um, uh-

"Oh!" He reaches up with both hands, undoing clasps and deactivating invisible magnets. "Here! Do you want to try on my mask?"

That gets him. Megatron raises his helm suddenly, still hiccupping, tears still streaming down his cheeks. His mouth is still trembling, but he's no longer wailing.

"Wh-" he whimpers softly. "What….?"

Megatronus undoes the last clasp and removes his giant purple mask, lowering it slowly and giving the little silver mech a somewhat sheepish look, red optics peering over the rim. "Do you… want to try it on?"

Megatron blinks twice, then thrice. "That's a mask?"

The god of war nods, lowering it further. He has an unexpectedly pretty, almost delicate face. "My Solus made it for me," he admits, sounding almost shy. "To tell the truth, I… ahem, I get… rather anxious when people see my face. Solus made this for me, quite a long time ago." it's huge when he reaches to offer it to Megatron, nearly the size and width of a small table.

Megatron's hands are still shaking as it's laid across his lap, pinning him to the ground end eliciting an "oof!" of surprise. It's heavy! It weighs more than the miners did when they were cogless! Probably still weighs more than some of them! He runs his hands over the smooth, tempered metal, awed by its quality and sheer size.

"You wear this all the time?" He asks, starstruck.

"Indeed. I never take it off, in fact." this was a special occasion, though.

"I… we thought this was your face," Megatron admits, nearly sheepish. He reaches up to touch his chassis, where the likeness of the god's mask is still etched painfully into the metal there, thanks to Sentinel. He steals a glance up at Megatronus, unable to quite believe what he's seeing. "Everything in the datafiles and history stuff, you're always wearing it. We- We thought you didn't have a mouth!"

Megatronus smiles at him, amused, and for the first time in days Megatron manages to smile, too.

"…can I really, uh…?"

The god of war snaps his fingers and the mask shrinks obediently, til it's just the right size. "Go ahead, youngling."

He exhales nervously and slips it on, fumbling unsurely with the clasps. It smells like sulfur and high quality energon, and something about it makes his whole body prickle.

After he's got it on, he looks up at Megatronus shyly, fidgeting. The world looks different from in here: his peripheral vision is cut off, and everything is framed with the shape of the optical slits. "Well…?" He wrings his servos nervously. "How do I look…?"

"…heh," Megatronus lays one servo on his helm, jostling him gently. "Like a little champion of war." He may be called Megatron now but he's still a child at spark, right now. He's painfully young, and Megatronus Prime is worried for him.

When Megatron wishes he had a mirror so he could see what he looks like with the mask on, and Megatronus is all too glad to grant that wish. It's good to see him less emotionally devastated, but soon after the little silver mechling settles back against his side. "I don't… wanna go to war," he admits forlornly, hugging his knees. "I… I wanna go home. I don't want a war."

"That means you're smart," Megatronus tells him seriously, which earns him a confused look. "I preside over war and reap power from it, but only a fool hopes for war. War incurs heavy loss no matter who you are, and those who actively seek it seek their own destruction in turn. Tis my duty to govern that domain and stand as a guardian over those who must do battle." The Patron Deity of Warriors, Megatron recalls easily. The Guardian Prime of all who take up arms.

If the god of war himself encourages not to seek his domain, it's probably best to listen, no? He sags helplessly against the divine mech's side, feeling helpless.

"You said you want to go home?" Megatronus asks, and Megatron nods wordlessly. "Then… perhaps you should."

"I can't! Orion said- he's a Prime now, and he doesn't want me there, and- and I said I'd never trust another leader again-"

"You trust me, don't you?"

It's plain to see how much the kid idolizes him, and trusts him enough to, at the very least, cry his spark out and air his grievances. That certainly speaks of trust.

"Well- yes but, that's different!" Megatronus Prime isn't just some leader, he's one of the 13! One of the gods! Trusting him is different than trusting some uppity mortal that thinks they're better than everyone else and is willing to suck their lives away for their own benefit! Megatronus Prime isn't like that-

"Do you think your friend Orion is like that?"

"No!" The reflexive leap to defend his friend comes before he can really process it. "No of course not, he's-"

Megatron covers his mouth. Oh. Slag.

"Perhaps," the Prime reaches down and gently removes his mask from Megatron's face, gently lifting his chin with one finger. "A better vow would be to no longer place blind trust in those who lead. Don't deny yourself faith or hope, little one. Both are important in order for you or anyone to have a future."

A future. Right. He sighs, shoulders falling to their lowest point and averting his optics. What future? He's stranded on the treacherous surface with a bunch of bloodthirsty strangers, and if he shows even an ounce of weakness that screechy seeker is going to be jumping for his throat. If not him, then one of the others, surely. He couldn't have any sort of comfortable or trustworthy future with people like that surrounding him. Every friend he's ever had, all of his batchmates, his siblings, his family, they're all back in Iacon. The mecha in the high guard hold no love for him, nor do the ones he's left behind. None of them ever will again. Even Orion, his... his everything, even he surely hates him now.

"Do you truly believe that, little one?"

"Yes! Wouldn't you?! I- I killed him!" Accidentally, and because Orion threw himself in front of his weapon, but still. "Sentinel Prime killed you, don't you hate him?" internally, Dee hates himself for hurting Orion. Surely Orion must hate him as much as he hates him, right?

"Sentinel," Megatronus spits the name in a vengeful rasp. "Murdered me in cold blood, as he did several of my siblings. We're still deciding what to do with him. Orion Pax threw himself in front of your weapon and was caught in the crossfire. You did not seek to murder him, nor did you seek to harm him. Twas an accident, nothing more, and not deserving of hatred. Not the hatred you hold for yourself, nor the hatred you presume he holds for you."

"But..." Megatron shrinks in his shadow, tears beading along the bottom lid of his optics. "But..."

"Hush," the Prime's command is firm but still very gentle. "You want to go home. You don't wish for war. Then I ask you, little one: what must you do to achieve those goals?"

i love normal guys doomed by the narrative

Dance dance

Commission for @andromedaprime 💕

Tfp OP receiving massages since he needs to relax, even Primes should have a moment to themselves. Ratchet offers to do it since he's OP's oldest friend, even before the war, and being gentle towards the tired Prime. OP adores the massage that he gets too comfortable that he let his valve panels open. Moments later, he's full on Ratchet's transfluid and is probably carrying a litter of four sparklings.

i love sexy massages. mhmmm. Ratchet using his skilled medic’s hands to rub the tension out of Optimus’ back pistons and tubing, loosening up the cogs and untangling wires…. Optimus’ engine is purring, he’s so comfortable, especially when Ratchet reaches for his lower back and releases all that tension that was accumulated down there. His panels opens quietly, spike only partially pressurized and valve getting wet. Ratchet is very flattered.

Optimus gets flustered, tells him he doesn’t have to bother and that he’s sorry, but Ratchet is already rubbing his pretty valve and telling him how good he is. A little spike and valve massage is good for his health.

Optimus gets fucked nice and slow from behind, valve clinging to Ratchet’s spike, milking it for all the transfluid it has to give. He definitely ends up with a big litter at the end of this. 

I WASNT JOKING AROUND, I WOTE A FIC ABOUT THEM

Orion has discovered something amazing and must show it to his best friend, D-16

(Its his cock, he's going to show D-16 his cock.)

also a special thanks to my friend and muse, @archie-sunshine for putting the fic idea in my head, he's great :)

vv Full Fic + Tags Down Below vv

TAGS: Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Valveplug, first times (bottoming, topping, oral), loss of virginity semi-public sex, fluff and smut, bottom Megatron, canon-typical violence, minor violence, implied depression, kinda dialogue heavy ngl, not beta read

My TF Time Units (Just for Reference): Micro-klik: millisecond Nano-klik: second Klik: minute Joor: hour Cycle: day Breem: week Vorn: month Stellar Rotation/Cycle: year

D-16 frowned, tightening his grip on the drill's handle as it bore into Cybertron's earth, vibrating hard enough to make his servos go numb.

Rocks kicked up as the sharp teeth of the drill dig deeper and deeper into the cave wall, some of the smaller ones ricocheting back and hitting D-16's armor echoing through the small tunnel. Dust was collecting near his vents, sticking to the precipitation that dewed there with every puffing ex-vent.

It was easy enough to zone out like this. The tasks weren't necessarily all that processor demanding as they were physically demanding. By the end of the cycle his protoform had a deep ache that no amount of stretching or rubbing would make go away, and sometimes his hands still felt like they were faintly vibrating even as he laid in his tiny berth. But, his mind was free to wonder.

And it did.

D-16 thought of many things as he watched the rocks split and tumble to the ground near his ped, though the things he came back to the most was poetry.

A fellow miner had shown him a smuggled datapad the other cycle and it had been chalked full of the stuff. The words had been written a very long time ago, and the stories they told were mostly about the 'Majesty of Primus' and all that, but the structure of the words was something D-16 found himself very drawn towards.

He'd been writing poetry of his own ever since, it made endlessly drilling more palatable. It was all simple stuff, nothing all that inspired really, but it was enjoyable. But anything was more enjoyable than the task at hand really.

D-16's wondering thoughts were suddenly interrupted by something hitting the back of his helm. He blinked in surprise. Normally the pebbles would hit his thighs and calves, or even his arms, but never the back of his helm, not unless there was about to be a cave in.

There was another pebble, this one smacking into his center back, and then another whizzed past his head. That drew D-16's attention. He glanced over his shoulder, only to have a pebble hit him directly in the optic. D-16 recoiled with a grunt, taking a step back and dropping the heavy drill with a thud, hands shooting up and cradling his face as solvent welled up in his assaulted optic.

"Sorry!"

Ped steps quickly approached and soon warm hands enveloped D-16's shoulders, giving them a few rubs.

D-16 would recognize the mech's voice anywhere, let alone his touch.

Weepy optics peaked through servos enough to see a brightly colored red and blue bot who's sheepish smile shone brighter than the lanterns and luminescent rocks surrounding them.

"I didn't think you were going to turn just yet!" They spoke, drawing D-16 up into a hug, giving him a squeeze.

"Orion." D-16 huffed, dropping his hands and trying to blink his battered optic better "What are you doing? We are supposed to be *working*."

"I know!" Orion suddenly pulled back, looking as though he remembered something, his face lighting up with delight "But I have something I want to show you, it's really important. It cant wait."

"We can't just...leave our posts." D-16 glanced over to his forgotten equipment, then over Orion's shoulder down the small tunnel he'd been digging all morning "What if the foremen walks by? We'll have washrack scrub duty, again."

"We'll be back before the foremen even starts his patrol! Come on!"

D-16 felt his hand being grabbed and suddenly he was being dragged along behind the lively mech. Peds knocked into one another as he tried to match Orion's fast pace, his friend doing a mix of a speed walk an a jog.

Orion lead them through the endless winding tunnels of the mine, cheerfully greeting everybot they passed and walking with such confidence that no bot questioned it. D-16 only ducked his helm, a bluish blush spreading across his cheeks that only grew worse when Orion adjusted the grip on his hand, threading their servos together.

Soon they found themselves in one of the more secluded parts of the mine network.

It was further down than most of the main tunnels and was intended to be another central hub for the workers, with berthrooms and equipment storage, but is abandoned until further notice after a support had failed and the main pathway had partially collapsed. Luckily no bot had lost their lives in the incident, having happened during off shift when most were already recharging.

"Here we are!" Orion released D-16's hand to throw his arms out to the sides "Its perfect for what I want to show you."

"And...what is that exactly?" D-16 looked around with trepidation, armor wanting to flare up at the seams.

They weren't supposed to be down here, it was dangerous and off-limits for a reason. But Orion never seemed to mind the dangers, he always met them helm on and with that stupid smile of his plastered across his face. D-16 admired that about Orion.

"Sit down, I'll show you in a nano-klik." He grinned, herding D-16 towards one of the walls and pushing him down.

Without much of a choice in the matter, D-16 lowered himself to the dust covered ground, legs crossing over one another. Orion took that as his que and backed up a few feet, before standing rigid, face screwed up in concentration.

This went on for a klik or two, the both of them staring each other down.

"...What are you--" D-16 had began, only to have his words cut off by the sound of metal sliding out of the way, and the hiss of pressurization.

D-16's intake remained open as his optics drifted lower, until they settled on Orion's codpiece, or, at least where Orion's codpiece would have been.

Currently it was folded out of the way so a long shaft could take it's place. It was smooth, mostly blue with a red glossy tip that was leaking a clear fluid, a fat bead of which oozed and dripped down to the floor. D-16 felt his internal temperature spike several degrees.

"My spike it hard!" Hands were triumphantly placed on his hips as the mech puffed his chassis out.

"Orion!" D-16 bellowed, shooting his hands back up to cover his optics, face feeling like a smelter pit "Why are you showing me your equipment?!"

"Because I was excited? My spike has never been hard before." Orion spoke as if it was obvious "B-127 found a datapad while sorting through the trash and it was full of pictures of mechs putting their arrays together, and this happened when I looked at it."

A hand gave a flamboyant gesture towards the still pressurized spike, the red biolights languidly flashing. D-16 chewed the inside of his cheek, vents puffing out a little bit of steam.

"That still doesn't explain why you are showing me." He finally said after a moment, slowly lowering his hands.

"Oh, well, I wanted to touch arrays with you, obviously!" Orion trotted forward, his spike bouncing with every step until he squatted down in front of D-16 "Because it looked fun, and I wanted to have fun with you."

"We cant do that!" D-16 said in a panic, pressing his back against the wall behind him.

"Why not?"

Orion almost looked like a kicked turbofox, his smile dipping down into a confused frown, optics dimming sadly. The spike between his thighs gave a small twitch, almost as if it was disappointed as well. It made D-16's spark surge, he thickly swallowed.

"B-Because...you are only supposed to do that with bots you like." After a moment of rolling his glossa around in his intake, D-16 finally managed to get the words out.

Honestly, D-16 didn't know much about arrays. He knew of them, and that most bots had them, and a general idea of what bots were supposed to do with their arrays. They were supposed to touch, and it was supposed to feel good...maybe. D-16 knew of some of the miners who liked touching their arrays in the bunks before recharging, or in the showers, they all seemed to enjoy themselves just based on the noises they made, but D-16 had never tried personally.

Though there was an odd sensation in his abdomen. Almost like this, tightening warmth that he'd never experienced before, and it seemed to be spreading lower.

"But, I do like you. We're best friends." Orion's frown tugged deeper at the corners, his shoulders sagging "Do you not like me?"

"I do like you!" He surged forward, grabbing onto the mech's shoulders, optics blown wide.

That wasn't a lie either. D-16 liked Orion a lot, they were the best of friends after all. They spent all their free time together, Orion recharged on the bunk above him and they would whisper to each other until they both fell into recharge. Orion was supportive of his poetry and even gave feedback on how it sounded. Orion just made his spark feel funny in a way that no other bot could. It always raced when they were close together, and skipped a rotation when they touched. And now, Orion was making his lower internals clench and warm.

"Then what's stopping us?" Orion tilted his helm, bottom derma poking out in a pout.

That...was a very good question.

There really was nothing stopping them per say, they both were currently aligned with the prerequisites for touching arrays, such as liking each other, and being in a secluded area.

Orion really did his research, and for some reason that made the strange heat pool deeper into his pelvis, specifically between the apex of his thighs.

"I...supposed we could...touch." D-16 finally said after a moment, helm dipping out of embarrassment.

Orion jumped back up to his peds and threw his fists in the air, his spike audibly slapping against his abdomen.

"Okay! We just gotta get your panels open." Pointing a servo down at D-16's own codpiece, Orion's optics flashed and his grin widened.

"How am I supposed to do that, exactly?" Uncrossing his legs, he gazed down at his panels "They've never opened before."

"I don't know." Orion shrugged his shoulders and reached down, poking a servo into the blue shaft of his spike "It popped out when you started talking though. So maybe I just need to talk to you?"

D-16 wanted to say that they'd been talking this whole time and nothing has sprung open, but he was cut off by Orion going on a tangent. It was lost to D-16's audials because he realized how *close* Orion was, or more specifically, his spike.

The thing was only a few inches away from his face and was bobbing around because the mech was emphatically talking with his hands. It swayed in front of D-16's nasal vent, dipping under its own weight when Orion rose onto his ped tips.

Clear fluid was still leaking from the slit at the tip of the spike, smearing down the underside of the shaft. D-16 watched as the slit irised open just enough to let another thick bead dripple out, this time it fell from the tip and landed on D-16's thigh.

At that, his derma parted with a shaky ex-vent, hands curling into fists at his sides. Something inside him clenched and suddenly his panel was unlatching, sliding open and forcing a shiver out of him as frigid air caressed his array.

"D-16...you released your valve!"

"Huh?"

He tipped his helm down and immediately D-16 was washed in a wave of embarrassment. Orion had been correct. Instead of a spike pressurized between his legs like he had anticipated, the panel further down had  been the one to slide open, revealing the inky black mesh of his valve.

But D-16 wasn't allowed to gawk long at his blunder as a smear of red and blue out of the corner of his optics took hold of his ankles, yanking them up. D-16 yelped, shoulders hitting the ground as his lower half was pulled into the air.

Orion had practically put him in a hand stand and was spreading his legs so he could get a better look at his equipment.

"I've never seen one in person before." Orion said in awe, tugging D-16 up higher to get a better look "You've got a really pretty one..."

"Orion!" Hands smacked the ground indignantly, not having appreciated being flipped upside-down and ogled at--even though Orion's compliment did make his valve twitch.

"Sorry, sorry! I got excited." Sheepishly, Orion laid D-16 back down on the ground, reassuringly patting his thighs "Can I touch it?"

D-16 was too embarrassed to speak, now laying on his back with his knees hiked up and his best friend sat between them, so he gave a quick nod.

Servos shot forward and rested themselves on the mesh, particularly the single yellow node, but then Orion immediately looked lost.

The mech steeled his faceplates in the way he always did while deep in thought, before he pulled one of his servos back and jabbed it straight into the sensor. D-16 choked, frame jerking as pain erupted from the touch. He quickly shot his hands down and covered his valve, thighs snapping above them.

"What are you doing?!"

"Touching you...?" Orion looked almost equally as startled, optics wide and derma thin.

"That hurt!" D-16 tucked his chin against his chassis, his cheeks heating further.

"Its not supposed to do that, its supposed to feel good. Maybe I'm doing it wrong?" He surmised, looking off to the side in contemplation "The pictures just showed the mech touching the node here at the top."

D-16 was ready to throw in the towel. If this is what touching arrays felt like, then maybe he wasn’t all that interested after all. He'd stick to looking at Orion's spike and letting his internals clench.

"Oh! I know, I'll use my glossa!"

That had D-16 once again coming to a screeching halt.

"You want to put your glossa...near by valve?" Even whispering felt too loud, D-16 had to glance towards the entrance of their little hide away to make sure no one could hear "Is that allowed?"

"I think so, some of the pictures showed mechs putting a spike in their intakes, and there was at least one that was somebot licking a valve."

That had D-16's processor reeling. He had no idea that bots could put things in their intakes other than fuel.

Primus, Orion was a genius.

Tentatively, D-16 let his thighs fall apart again and lifted his hands, pulling them up to his chassis. Broad shoulders squeezed their way in as Orion moved to lay down on his front, arms hooking around D-16's silvery hips.

Derma parted and encompassed the little yellow node, gently sealing around it. Which, in all honesty didn't feel too bad. It almost reminded D-16 of a kiss, something him and Orion had discovered not to long ago, and D-16 did really like when he and Orion kissed. The thought that Orion was now kissing his valve was enough to make it squeeze again.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all--

Then Orion stabbed the tip of his glossa forward, making contact with the sensor rich node. It was intense, charge zapped within his wiring and energon rushed to his audials, frame jerking once more as vents sputtered. But Orion didn't stop at just one stab of his glossa, no, he kept doing it in quick succession.

It was definitely better than a servo, and the idea was still so scandalous to D-16. Who had even come up with putting your intake on someone's array? It sounded crazy, but he couldn't exactly ignore the results, because it was starting to feel good.

His frame was adjusting the the feeling of Orion's rapid glossa flicks and his valve was doing that clenching thing again, especially in his internals. D-16 let his helm fall back against the ground and sucked his bottom derma between his denta, optics lidding.

Charge settled near the entrance to his valve and node, making the whole area feel warm and tingly in a way that D-16 had never experienced before. Thighs gave Orion's shoulders a squeeze and an appreciative hum.

He had no idea to do with his hands, they clenched and grabbed at his chassis. D-16 had no idea what to do in general frankly. What does anybot do when having somebot use their intake on them? Sitting still felt wrong, but doing anything else also felt wrong.

D-16 looked down at his best friend, only to freeze up when he realized Orion was staring right back. Normally bright azure optics were dim and smoldering, Orion was looking at him like a starved mech looked at a cube of energon, hungry and desperate.

And that is when Orion decided it was time to switch up his tactic, withdrawing his tongue and giving D-16's node a suck.

That had him bucking off the ground. D-16 gave a throaty whine, helm being thrown back as hands reached down and grabbed at Orion's helm, digging his servos into the armor hard enough to leave small streaks of silver in the metal. Something wet was starting to leak down his aft now.

It felt good, really good now, better than he ever thought possible. Needy noises kept falling from his lips without his control. Orion seemed to take that as encouragement and kept sucking, even occasionally lapping his tongue across the node as well.

D-16 didn't stand a chance.

Within a matter of nano-kliks his valve was fluttering, overwhelmed with that hot tingly feeling. It clenched, baring down on nothing, and suddenly all the charge that had been gathering in his array exploded.

D-16 cried out, frame writhing. Charge surged throughout his systems and made his processor feel all funny and light. Legs kicked out, trembling around Orion's upper half, and servos pawed at his helm, leaving a few more silver streaks for good measure. There was more wetness streaking down his aft, he could feel it pooling now.

But the surge soon diminished, leaving D-16 gasping for atmosphere and feeling like he was floating.

"Did you like it?"

"Mmmuh?" D-16 struggled to get his optics to focus, stuck staring at the blurry ceiling while cooling fans whirred away.

"Did I do a good job? I'm pretty sure you overloaded, but did you like it?" Orion lifted his helm from between D-16's legs to rest it on his abdomen.

"Overload? Whaaa's an overload?" D-16 slurred, processor still feeling all warm and fuzzy, but he managed to sit up on his elbows and lull his optics in Orion's direction.

"The thing you just did when you're valve made all that lubricant and you got really squirmy." His own words were slurry from how his cheek pressed into the mech's middle "Bee said that's what happens when your charge gets too high, its supposed to feel really good."

"Oh, yes it felt amazing." He bashfully spoke, blinking a few more times "You did a really good job."

"Does that mean I can put my spike in you?" Orion sat up in an instant, the lower half of his faceplates glossy and wet "It got harder when you were making all those noises..."

D-16 couldn't help but look down. Orion's spike was very pressurized now, curving towards his abdomen. The clear fluid leaking from the tip was now tinted silver and oozing out at a faster pace.

It made him squirm, and D-16 didn't even really know why. But he definitely wanted that inside his valve.

"I want to feel you inside my valve." Nodding, D-16 laid back a bit, the blush dusting his cheeks darkening further.

Orion was too busy shuffling forward on his knees to notice though. He rested his hands on the ground near D-16's chassis and beamed down at him. D-16 was flustered by the sudden change of position, but a smile of his own, reaching his arms up and loosely wrapping around Orion's neck.

The red and blue mech's face hardened with concentration once again, looking down between their frames. He made some minor adjustments, spreading his knees further apart and lowering himself down a bit. It took a klik, but when Orion finally seemed ready, he lined up his spike with D-16's valve and gave a sharp thrust--

Except the spike didn't actually go inside of D-16 valve like either of them had expected. The tip bumped at his entrance, and then promptly slipped upwards, resting between the inky folds of mesh. Orion frowned and pulled back, attempting to thrust again but the same thing happened, and then it happened again, and again. An annoyed huff left Orion as his spike continuously slid back and forth through D-16's cleft, optic ridges knitted up in confusion.

D-16 decided to try and help, snaking a hand down and carefully wrapping servos around the base of the spike, holding it still so it wouldn't slide again. Orion made a soft 'oh' and repositioned again with determination, and this time with D-16's help, the spike actually didn't slip upwards.

The smooth head pressed against the ring of calipers at his entrance and eased them open, aided by how wet everything was. After a moment finagling, Orion's spike head finally popped through the first ring of calipers, both of them gasping in unison.

D-16 grit his denta at the burning sensation of his calipers being stretched for the first time, he had to hook a leg over Orion's hip to try and ease the sensation and sucked in deep vents. Orion peppered his faceplates as he continued to push in, spike slowly disappearing past the first ring. D-16 softly moaned, staring up at Orion's face. But he couldn't help but notice the strange face Orion was making. The mech had his cheeks puffed out slightly, derma pressed into a thin line and optics owlishly wide. his hands dug into the ground, digging up some of the rock underneath his servos, he looked strained, like he was trying to hold something back even. But before D-16 could ask what the problem was, Orion suddenly stopped pushing in, having only made it halfway inside before he had a full body shiver and let out a long groan. Orion squeezed his optics shut, hips giving tiny bucks and spike twitching violently inside D-16.

Something hot started to fill D-16's valve. His intake fell open with a moan and back arched as jet after jet of a molten hot fluid started to paint his internals. It felt right, pleasurable even to suddenly be getting filled. Internal systems were practically rejoicing at the hot, sticky fluid coating the inside of his valve. 

It went on for about a klik, until Orion's spike stopped its twitching, leaving both of them panting and cooling fans humming.

The red and blue mech sat back on his haunches after a bit, looking dazed with a dopey smile across his face, his whole frame relaxed. His spike was glistening from their coupling, resting heavily against Orion's thigh as it began to depressurize and return to its housing, the head drooling a viscous silvery fluid.

"Can I kiss you? I want to kiss you." Orion purred, lulling his helm to the side "I like kissing you."

"I like kissing you too." A grin found its way onto D-16's faceplates as he set up and moved to sit on his knees, leaning forward to place a soft peck on Orion's derma "I liked rubbing arrays with you as well."

"Really? Does that mean we can do it again?" Orion came to lucidity faster with the potential of going for another round, he grabbed both of D-16's hands and wove their fingers together, stealing another peck "I bet I could push all the way in this time!"

D-16 crinkled up his nasal vent with the shake if his helm, smile growing wider.

"We have to go back to work, the foremen will notice we are missing if we stay here too much longer..." Resting his forehelm against Orion's, D-16 squeezed his hands "Maybe later tonight we can sneak back here and try again."

"Promise?" His optics lidded as he nuzzled D-16's helm, but they still utterly sparkled.

"Cross my spark." D-16 stole one last kiss, this one lasting a bit longer than the rest before he started to get to his peds "Now come on, we gotta find a rag and a way to close our panels."

One thing was for certain, D-16 was definitely going to write poetry about this later.

~Bonus (a few millions of years in the future)~

Rain pelted the mud covered ground, making it difficult to parry the next attack, especially when his peds wanted to slip out from beneath him.

The sword came down with a fierce intensity, but all he could do was block and push the blade away. His energon axe sizzled in the downpour, the fat droplets evaporating the moment they hit the weapon.

"Are you actually going to hit me, Optimus?"

A barking laugh cut through the rain as yet another attack with the blade came down, Optimus dodged, vents screaming for air.

He didn't respond to Megatron's goading, instead attempting to rear back and strike with his own weapon, only for his ped to catch on a jagged rock hidden amongst the mud. Optimus stumbled, falling flat on his back with a heavy enough thud to send shockwaves through the ground. The mud was already getting into his joints and armor, Ratchet would be upset with him later.

If he survived the battle that is.

Optimus stared at the gray sky, having to blink away the rain that got in his optics. It was a very lovely planet all things considered, full of very beautiful plants and wildlife. The reports had said that it only rained on this planet every three years, it refilled the underground aquifers that kept the plants alive in the dry years. This was a special rain, that gave life to millions upon millions of lives.

Optimus couldn't find it in himself to be all that mad in dying on a planet like this, it was almost reassuring actually.

Calming even.

His view of the sky was soon blocked out by a dark, looming figure coming to stand over him. Ironically, also the color of the clouds.

"Pathetic." Megatron spat, servos tight around the handle of his sword and a venomous scowl across his face "You're fighting leaves much to be desired this cycle."

"I am tired, Megatron. The war has worn me down after all these stellar rotations." Optimus wheezed, hand coming up to cup the stab wound to his side.

It stung. Energon was leaking out between his servos, but it was a non-fatal wound, one he'd gotten while dodging Megatron's attempt to spear him through the spark. It didn't even hurt as bad as it looked.

"Its not as much fun killing you when you're spark's not in it, Prime."

The blade was lifted, running along the edge of Optimus' chin, forcing his helm to tilt up for better access to his throat.

"It has never been fun trying to kill you, Megatron." He didn't attempt to pull away from the mech's blade, he even shut his optics, audials filled with the heavy patter of rain "Never."

There was a long stretch of silence, before a angry groan and the sound of Megatron throwing his blade to the ground. Optimus slitted his optics just enough to watch Megatron pace around, mumbling to himself in debate.

The sight reminded him of rotations long past, of a mech he liked to think he knew and was closer to anybot in the world. They still looked so similar after all these years. Optimus could almost see a young mech pacing back and forth after getting into an argument with a foreman, muttering to himself.

It made Optimus' spark pulse deeply with desire.

"Tell me," He began, grunting softly while reaching inside his abdomen to pinch off the leaking fuel line "Do you remember all those cycles ago, when we were down in the mines?"

Megatron hadn't seem prepared for the line of questioning, stopping mid step to snap his helm in Optimus' direction, jaw setting

"Yes I do, and if i remember correctly, it was your foolish actions that led us there" An accusatory servo was jabbed in his direction, before gesturing out to the Butterfield around them, the sounds of distant gun fire and shouts still could be heard "As is your foolish actions that led to this war.

Optimus almost laughed. So brassy, so brazen. Some cycles it was hard to remember why he was so mad at the mech.

"Do you remember when I took you to the collapsed mineshaft?"

"I remember you dragging me down there and overloading the nano-klik you put your spike in me." Megatron sneered, then crossed his arms with a huff "But I fail to see what any of that has to do with this."

"Sometimes I think back to D-16 and Orion, and how excited we were. How neither you or I had the proper words to express our love for one another." Optimus let his eyes drift back towards the sky "Sometimes I wish I could go back to that moment."

"What exactly are you implying here, Optimus?" It took a moment, but Megatron finally spoke, although his words were a lot quieter, uncertain.

Almost as if he wished they'd disappear into the endless rain.

"I wish to be with you again, even if it is only for a few moments." There was no shame in his request, Optimus was far to exhausted to feel ashamed now.

"...I'm trying to kill you, and you wish to interface with me?" He sounded perplexed, but there was no anger in his tone.

"Yes."

Optimus shut it optics again. He didn't actually believe that Megatron would even consider his ask, but if he truly were to die here, Optimus would rather die in his blissful ignorance of 'maybe', than to know it was all for not.

He waited, and waited for Megatron to stab him, to shoot him, to rip him limb from limb, but it never came.

Instead there was a soft sigh, and a heavy weight on his thighs. Optimus lifted his helm, surprised to see Megatron now making himself comfortable on his lap

"You are truly a pathetic creature, Prime." Megatron deadpanned, side eyeing Optimus with hatred in his optics, but there was also something deeper, something Optimus couldn't quite place "But, I am feeling nostalgic, and if this will help you get back on your peds so I properly kill you in battle, then fine."

A soft 'shnk' was all the punctuation Megatron needed. Optimus stared into Megatron's optics for a long while, before they drifted downwards. His gaze was greeted to the sight of a vent-taking black valve.

The mesh was older, wrinkly from age and use, but it hadn't diminished in beauty, not even a little. A heavy hood sat above a softly glowing node, the gentle yellow light reflecting off of Optimus' pelvic armor.

"Your valve...you have never changed it?" He asked in disbelief, optics flickering back up to the mech's face.

"Why would I?" Megatron bristled, but it seemed like an attempting to hide his embarrassment "A valve is a valve, it does its job, I have no need to have it upgraded."

"Its as beautiful as the first cycle I saw it..." Optimus cooed, reaching his free hand up to caress a thumb through the folds.

Only to have it grabbed up in Megatron's tight grip.

"You don't get to touch, I'm already allowing you too much." He clicked his glossa, looking down his nasal ridge.

Megatron cupped Optimus' codpiece, which slid out of the way in an instant. His spike pressurized into the mech's palm and was given a squeeze that had Optimus grunting. Megatron guided hand to his spike, helping him wrap his fingers around the base while rising up on his knees.

"You hold it this time, and try no to overload when you are only halfway inside me."

In one swift movement, Megatron seated himself onto Optimus' spike and started a slow bounce. Optimus merely moaned, grabbing at Megatron's thigh, optics drifting back up towards the sky.

What a way to die.

Hehe hi I don't have enough coherent thoughts to really write more for mirage's heat properly but like 2 things:

1. Noah can stick his entire forearm up Mirage's valve and I think that drives both of them crazy for different reasons

2. At the peak of his heat, Mirage is overcome with the urge to bare his spark to Noah. Of course he knows there's no way he can spark merge with his boy, but that's not going to stop him. Between desperate pants he coaxes Noah climb onto him as he slides his chest plates open. When Noah finally dares to carefully sink his hands into the spark chamber, Mirage cries out in ecstacy. The blue energy of his spark twirls around Noah's fingers as the human dares to caress the orb presented to him. When Mirage finally overloads, Noah really Feels it. The solid pulse of energy that crackles out of Mirage's spark shoots through Noah's arms and through his frame- and for just a moment, he swears... he felt Mirage. The bot's consciousness brushed against his own and, in that moment, he shares the overwhelming pleasure and love coming from Mirage's very core. After all... the human brain runs on electrical impulses as well

Damn

Yes

YES ON THE HUMAN X TRANSFORMERS SPARKPLAY

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back by some kind of demand!! its more Mirage in heat time :3

"First of all. Put that away."

Mirage sheepishly and reluctantly slides his panels shut.

"Okay, so, let's get this straight. You guys got some kinda mating cycle, yeah? And you think you lost whatever suppressor you had installed in Peru."

Mirage, now sitting up, knees drawn up so he can rest his arms on them, quietly nods. A quiet Mirage is weird.

"Cool. Cool cool cool cool cool. And you don't want me to call your friends so they can help you. So I need to help you."

"WHAT? No, you good, man. I'm good. I don't need help. I'm fine!"

Noah just kinda goes :/ and puts a hand on Mirage's modesty plating, watching as the bot immediately gasps and bucks his hips and has to plant his hands behind him to support him

"That don't look fine to me."

Mirage looks at him with big pathetic optics.

"Look," Noah strokes his hand across the warm plating, drawing a whine from the Porsche's vocaliser, "it's hurting you, right? I ain't leaving you like that."

Now that Mirage has overloaded once, some of the heat in his frame has finally dissipated. He's warm, which is unusual, but no longer scalding. The gloves come off and Noah's bare hands land back on modesty plating, drawing yet more needy whines from Mirage.

To be fair to him he does a good job at keeping those panels shut. His HUD pings him incessantly to let them slide open, but he dismisses them for now.

Hands wander off into Mirage's hip joints, smoothing over plating and dipping into joints. Mirage lets his helm fall back, mouth hanging open. He can already feel the charge building up again. Lubricant seeps out from behind his plating, adding to the mess he's already created on the floor

"Tell me what you need. I'll help you, 'kay?"

"I... I need you."

Oh mirage

Ohhh mirage

Noah's right, Mirage, you are not fine

"Tell me what you need. I'll help you, 'kay?"

"I... I need you."

Yes yes yes, yes he does

Im imagining Megatron casually sitting back and reading a datapad, with one arm around Rodimus to keep him from squirming too much. He doesn't really need to though... Roddys sitting in his lap, legs wrapped around him and face buried in his shoulder

Grinding his valve down where it's impaled on Megatrons spike

Every little movement he can't stop himself from doing makes him whine and tear up, because Megs just spent a few hours overloading him into oblivion

Every part of his valve is ridiculously oversensitive, every single node and sensor is being overstimulated by the massive spike, and he's completely helpless and too fucked out to do anything except grind mindlessly.

Them spending the night like that, and every so often Megs will put down his datapad, grab Roddy by the hips, and slam him down on his spike until Megs gets his own overload. Then he picks up the datapad, with Rodimus still sobbing and trembling from the aftershocks of his own overloads, and starts reading again. Casual as can be

TFA Megastar fighting over Optimus and who's superior at pleasuring their lover. Meanwhile Optimus is getting double stuffed between them and fragged out of his mind, impaled on two massive warframe spikes. He's not even aware of the debate going on between the two massive mechs sandwiching him, he's too lost in the sauce to be aware of anything at this point.

Oh my God yes

He's having the time of his life, he's so lost in the sauce

Win Optimus

he's going to be so sore after this but he regrets none of it

helpful sites for writers

i have a little collection of websites i tend to use for coming up with ideas, naming people or places, keeping clear visuals or logistics, writing basics about places i've never been to, and so on. i tend to do a lot of research, but sometimes you just need quick references, right? so i thought i'd share some of them!

Behind the Name; good for name meanings but also just random name ideas, regardless of meanings.

Fantasy Name Generator; this link goes to the town name generator, which i use most, but there are lots of silly/fun/good inspo generators on there!

Age Calculator; for remembering how old characters are in Y month in Z year. i use this constantly.

Height Comparison; i love this for the height visuals; does character A come up to character B's shoulder? are they a head taller? what does that look like, height-wise? the chart feature is great!

Child Development Guide; what can a (neurotypical, average) 5-year-old do at that age? this is a super handy quickguide for that, with the obviously huge caveat that children develop at different paces and this is not comprehensive or accurate for every child ever. i like it as a starting point, though!

Weather Spark; good for average temperatures and weather checking!

Green's Dictionary of Slang; good for looking up "would x say this?" or "what does this phrase mean in this context?" i love the timeline because it shows when the phrase was historically in use. this is english only, though; i dig a little harder for resources like this in other languages.

ayo i found 2 pages with head angles of humans and animals, could be useful to anyone reading this

hoomans

animals

you call the shots, babe, i just wanna be yours

Just bros being dudes

our hungers appeased, our heartbeats becoming slow.

version without text!

a birdrick painting in my og style :) very much inspired by @starshapedspider and their old man domestic bliss truthing. i hope in some universe out there they're finally happy.

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