In Case Anyone Is Having A Bad Night:

Just bros being dudes

https://www.tumblr.com/yayasvalveplay/778573040520937472/sorry-to-bring-up-something-completely-unrelated?source=share

they get a rare day off and instead of resting or doing something productive dee ties orion up and reeeaaaaaally takes his time making orion fall apart for him

there's some edging, absolutely some overstimulation, dee fingers orion through enough overloads to make him cry before spiking him into a few more, and orion can only sit there and take it

after the fact, orion discovers he does in fact have a Thing for bondage. something about being restrained and helpless, at the whims and mercy of dee... he doesn't know what about it is doing it, but it's really revving him up

He wants to be restrained. He wants to be held down, restricted in his movements.

It gets him so reved up and wet for Dee. Dee can't help put take him. Again and again. Sometimes almost missing shifts because of the lovely moans he pulls from Orions mouth as he finger fucks him.

Or spikes him. Spilling his transfluid inside his forge. And locking his pannel to see it sometimes slipping free.

Elita is so done with them because she can see the pink of transfluid running down orions thigh. With you two stop fragging before work!?

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

Imagine Elita suggesting a threesome to Sentinel with Optimus. He agrees but he gets so pissy. In his mind, he's ready to shows this Optimus he's better in bed and not to be replaced. Little does he know, Elita didn't suggest a threesome for herself but for Sentinel. In the end, he's being sandwich by Optimus and Elita. Both spikes in his tight valve as he begs them to slow down. Optimus starts making out with Sentinel as Sentinel moans, and sloppily kisses back as Elita spanks his fat aft. They hit his deep nodes and he squirts everywhere making Elita and Optimus to release. Lots of transfluid gets out of his blue valve once both pulled out, leaving his valve gaped. As Sentinel falls asleep from exhaustion, Optimus tells Elita that he agrees in becoming their third partner. Elita already liked Optimus but she figured Sentinel wouldn't like Optimus because he's possessive, so she figures her himbo mech being pounded by Optimus would totally change his mind

i love how at the start of this ask, where we glance slightly into Sentinel’s thought’s, it’s “this Optimus” implying that he doesn’t even know the guy. I love love love the thought that this is how they met, and how the three of them got together. Elita and Optimus as casual friends who rarely meet outside of class, until one day she just straight up asks him for a threesome and a potential throuple and he’s too flustered to say no. Elita just wants two pretty boys who she can bully with her spike, but first, Sentinel needs to be taught a lesson…

Ultra Magnus and Predaking.... fighting being like a mating and claiming ritual for predacons. Predaking managing to overpower Magnus in a fight, roaring and pinning him to the ground on his front

When Magnus feels those long sharp talons dig between the armour plates on his back, he's sure that's it for him. He has lost. He's incapacitated. He knows backup isn't coming soon enough

He's expecting deactivation, or at least pain- He's not expecting to feel his legs kicked apart and claws on his modesty panels. Those panels are easily pried off with sharp claws

Magnus doesn't quite have the time to process what's happening- he kicks on instinct, attempting to struggle, only to hear Predaking growl and dig those claws further into his plating. But what makes him freeze is when he feels the press against his now exposed array. It's not even the pressure of the dragons spike that freaks him out, it's the fact that it makes him aware that he's already wet

Was it the fight?? The grappling?? The hot fuel pumping through his lines?

He feels the thick shaft rub against the entrance to his embarrassingly slick valve. The angry growl softens into a pleased purr. But the purr is closer, faceplate now close enough to the back of Magnus' helm that he can feel the hot air escaping the others intake

He has just enough time to realise the other is nuzzling against his neck cables before he screams, his valve suddenly split open by the massive spike. Reflexively, he tenses, his valve clenching, drawing another purr from Predaking. In his horror, he realises the other is still pushing in further. Magnus can only cry out and attempt to kick again as his already full valve is stretched impossibly wide

The spike slides further and further into him, forcing his callipers to click and strain. It burns and yet Magnus embarrassingly just leaks more lubricant. He tries his best to struggle and yell, but when that spike sinks all the way in and bumps against the seal to his gestation tank, his cries are clearly no longer of pain

He's so full. If he could put a servo on his torso he would probably feel Predaking's spike through his plating. Magnus doesn't want to think about it. It's not sending a hot shower down his spinal struts

When the spike begins to slide out of him, Magnus almost lets out a sigh of relief- before it slams back into him. He gasps, his whole frame jerking foward with the force. The thick shaft slides in and pushes against all his internals. Another thrust in and Magnus is suddenly acutely aware that it brushes past his waste tank

His audials are filled with the pleased growls and pants from Predaking as he's roughly pounded into. Every stroke makes Magnus' valve attempt to clench, as impossible as that is, and drool even more slick all over Predaking's spike and onto the ground. He's definitely not gasping and shuddering in pleasure as the spike slams into all his sensitive nodes, pushing against his waste tank, making his waste port twitch and clench

When Predaking suddenly roars, he thrusts in with even more force, slamming into Magnus' ceiling node. Magnus just knows he's screaming. He's yelling in pleasure and feeling fuller than he's ever been. Is- is the spike getting even bigger? Predaking's spike pulses inside him and starts to swell at the base. The pressure is too much. Magnus is screaming again as his overload crashes over him, his valve calipers cycling and attempting to clench around the spike

He's so full. He's so so full and all the clenching and tensing and he's vaguely aware there's so much pressure on his waste tank that his waste port finally fails. He's moaning and twitching on Predaking's spike, waste fluids squirting and spraying all over. He can feel another pleased rumble through his back plates as Predaking ruts his knotted spike further into Magnus' sopping wet valve

As the overload finally begins to fade and Magnus flops onto the ground, he's acutely aware that he's still stupidly full. He can only groan as he feels the knot shift inside him

But then the knot pulses again and Magnus moans. It swells again. Magnus is already such a mess it just pushes more piss out of him, leaking out onto the ground as he feels the spike stretch him further

But it doesn't just swell. The mass moves. It seems to shift further into him. Magnus only realises too late what it is when he feels even more force against the seal of his gestation tank. There's nothing he can do. He can't pull away. He's locked in place. He can only keen as the egg slips out the tip of Predaking's spike and forces its way past the seal to his forge

And they keep coming. More eggs push their way into his frame, each one making him shudder and leak more fluids all over. By the time the knot goes down and the spike is finally withdrawn from his frame, Magnus is a shaking and whimpering mess, his valve loose and gaping, laying in a pool of his own lubricant, transfluid, and waste fluid

Oh and Predaking is pleased. He leans down and trails his long tongue over the ruined valve, licking up the messy fluids, running it over Magnus' swollen and oversensitive node. That tongue dives into the valve, helping clean him up a little, and Magnus can only cry out as he overloads again, spurting even more fluids out of his leaky holes

god yes that's so fucking hot. knot and piss into that prim and proper bot Predaking!! go on... egg him

It will be me and them, against the world.

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

hoomans

animals

this thing on