YES ON THE HUMAN X TRANSFORMERS SPARKPLAY

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!!

i love normal guys doomed by the narrative

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 :)

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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.

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

Visual Stimulation 💜💙

I like to think Shockwave enjoys observing things and can find pleasure by simply watching something or someone, so seeing what’s going on under his massive chest could be quite an intense experience for him. I’d love to read fics with this theme but I can’t write myself so a comic is the best I can do to share the vision!

I've been working on this for the past month so I wanna share it here too! I'll leave links to the full clean pages in the replies if you'd like to see it without sparkles in the way ✨

Midnight snack

finally,,, i make my little guy do a little dance,,, the power i hold,,

(based on choreo by Molly Long - song: Pop Muzik by M)

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!?