Just Bros Being Dudes

It will be me and them, against the world.

D-16 should get his valve eaten out and I feel like he would try really hard to be quiet (and he fails)

you just KNOW he's chewing a goddamn hole in that pillow trying to shut himself up.

meanwhile orion is in perfect box munching bliss

btw you should buy my zine

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

my head has been filled with nothing but possessive Dee.

Dee setting a big hand on Orion's shoulder, narrowing his eyes as he shoots a look at any mech trying to sweet talk his Pax. Dee casually looping an arm around Orion and pulling him closer when mecha's gazes linger for too long, tracing out the outline of his shoulder armor as he listens to Orion ramble on without a care in the world.

Dee leaving marks and dents on Orion after interfacing, an intimate sign that Orion is his. Bite marks in sensitive neck cabling and along the inside of his thighs, silver scuff marks on the inside of blue legs, black scrapes from where he wrapped his hands around Orion's thighs and tugged him onto his face. Every time Orion walks with a visible limp, Dee is preening like the cat that got the cream because it's marking Orion as taken by him.

One time, Jazz tried to get close, talk into Orion's panels. Dee didn't buy the excuse that it was on a bet. That night, he pins Orion chest down and hikes his hips up into the air and drills his spike into the ceiling node in his lover's valve, hissing that Orion is his, no one else's, just Dee's-! and all Orion can do is sob and writhe, gasping that- he's his, he's Dee's, please, Dee-!

Orion can barely walk the day after. Jazz laughs, gives Orion a high five, and passes 5 shanix to a smirking Prowl. Dee can't even be mad that he was apparently played by Jazz- he's staked a claim, and everyone can see it

Possessive Dee pounding Orions tight valve. Kissing, and biting at him to make sure everyone knows that ge belongs to Dee.

And it doesn't help that their friends keeps making Dee go feral on Orion. Because its funny, and really the only semblance of entertainment in the mines.

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?

Midnight snack

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

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

hoomans

animals

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)

this thing on