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there's been a couple times that i've gone to the local sex club and every time i was at an event there was one man just fully naked walking around. same guy every time. hog like a hoagie roll when flaccid and he was always flaccid. anyway at one of the less populated events i got to sit and talk with him and he told me that he told me he was always naked because, despite it being a sex club, people still don't know when it's 'okay' to start getting into it and he decided he'd be the one thing to break the ice and make everybody comfortable, because you know you can start doing whatever you wanna do when there's just a naked guy walking around. he then asked if i wanted a silicone copy of his dick for my strap. never in my life have i felt such an instant respect for a person.

just thought u should know. im a lesbian but finding this blog and hearing the gabriel whimpering audio has made me question that. thanks a lot :/

HELP?!???

Is this disappointing for you? Sorry </3

He’s so babygirl, it’s alright. it doesn’t even count.

"You're going to call off that storm..."

"You.... MONSTER!!"

Full Illustration down here buddies

Hiii :3 I have a fluffy request, lol. So randomly, my nerdy self learnee how to write ancient autobot, right? I can do it from memory now, and decepticon graffiti is next for me to learn.

Can there be a scenario where some of the bots/cons find little cute notes left around only to find out their s/o wrote them? I'd think it'd be cute :)

~SPADE♤🐈‍⬛️

Holy shit that’s so cool :0! I hope you don’t mind I went with Hound and Thundercracker

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Hound knew you were studying something but you never told or showed him what, you begged him to let it be a surprise knowing how observant he can be, honestly he’d be able to tell if you gave him a second to see, but you wanted this to he a surprise for him! And he’s not about to go against his sweetspark’s wishes.

So imagine his surprise when he finds a peice of paper in his glove box after dropping you off at your house. the hand writing is a little sloppy, but it’s in cybertronian autobot dialect and signed off by you.

‘I hope you have a good day, and be safe! I love you.’

- your love’

You learned cybertronian for him? You went out of your way to study his home language, just to surprise him with little notes for him? This was the surprise you wanted to keep for him until you learned it perfectly? He’s paused in the middle of the road just staring at it, he can feel his optics stinging and a smile just overtaking him.

Hound is driving right back to your home, waiting until the garage door closed before transforming to knock on the door. He sits down on the concrete waiting for you to open, though he knows it’ll be a moment as you’re getting out of your work clothes.

When you open the door in your cozy clothes, you are yoinked swiftly into his servos pulled close to his face plate and getting kisses littered across your face. You can’t help but laugh as his dermas tickle your skin, with each kiss being paired with an exaggerated ‘mwah!’

“Not that I’m not happy, but what is this all about? Or did you miss me that much, lover boy?” Your smile just makes Hound melt, and finally pressing his dermas to your lips.

You place your hands on his metal cheeks, holding him in this embrace just a few moments longer before he pulls away to let you breathe.

“I found your note. Did you really learn my home language just for that?”

“I wanted to leave you little notes so you could read them when we aren’t together.”

Hound lets out a pained wheeizng sound like an arrow just struck his spark, before your being smothered in his kisses once more.

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Thundercracker doesn’t ask much, he’s a ‘you’ll tell me when you want’ type of con especially to you, his little human. He does what he can to keep you safe and entertained while he works, he barely bats an optics when you ask him for books or files on cybertron. True, a part of him is happy you want to know about where he came from, but he doubts you’ll have much luck reading it without his help.

Which he did offer, but you denied him. He’s just happy you’re here with him so it doesn’t matter to him.

Until he’s going through the computer in his habsuite and notices a tab open that wasn’t there before, opening it shows him a little messily written message by you, clearly nips use to how big the controls were.

‘I left you some rust sticks in my side of the habsuite. I won’t be gone long but I’ll miss you! Love you!’

- kisses!’

He is suddenly regretting taking you to your friends house, he wants you here now he wants to hold you and kiss you for being far too sweet, far too good for him! You learned to read decepticon code for him?

He barely notices his habsuite door opens as he crumples to the floor groaning.

“Dude, you good?’ Skywarp leans over his friend, poking the blue seeker who just isn’t moving anymore.

“Ugh, you and that damn fleshie again, this is so gross.” Starscream rolls his optics as he notes the message on the computer, and totally isn’t jealous Thundercracker has a loving relationship.

When it’s time to pick you up, you best believe you aren’t leaving his habsuite fot a while, as he drowns you in so many kisses and refuses to stop cuddling you.

It’ll happen everytime he finds another note somewhere, so much so he starts going on the hunt for them checking everywhere he can just because he wants to read what you wrote, to have a physical copy of your love for him. You love him so much you do this for him, and he’s expected to not kiss you?

First months VS the last.

SpookyYami said Megatronus is big enough to have a trine by himself and YES.

Good night.

popular culture used to be very much about eroticism. rockstars used to be on stage in sequins and thongs and thigh high boots playing guitars like they were masturbating. girls used to wear velvet mini dresses and no bras and red-brick-brown lipstick and mascara on their bottom lashes. people used to have body hair on television and in the movies. people used to be sweaty. people used to touch each other over denim and under cotton. foreplay used to be staring at someone over the rim of a glass across a bar across a park across a dinner table. people used to want. i think we’ve lost something

Mandatory white cat Femboy posting

Now all I can imagine for that constructicons thing you wrote, just reader being passed around like a blunt. Valve and throat being used regularly while stroking your spike. Or maybe the all like having lunch in one big habsuite, so you end up spike warming one of them while sweetly being fed energon by him or the others.

Just to be swarmed and fucked, covered in so much transfluid before everyone has to return to work, though they absolutely clean you up first! Maybe even plug your valve to keep all the combined fluid in.

Or have one of them sucking your spike under your desk.

Truly, there is no limit to what you can do with six lovers.

- Applin

I need you to know I thought about this ask while falling asleep last night. Getting passed around like a blunt for the orgy is crazzzzyyyyyy. I can't get out hornied by my own moot! @smallestapplin

Perverts let's go!

"Insatiable" GN BOT Reader x The Constructicons {Smut scenario}

Summary: Constructicon gang bang babbyyy

G1 character: The Constructicons!

Warnings: MDNI 🔞

Genre/Theme: Smut scenario

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours, Them, they, their

Notes: Reader bottoms (and tops Scavenger from the bottom!) Some consequences of horny decisions at the end.

You really didn’t know how you got here- Digits currently inside Scrappers valve while he rather gently rocks his spike in and out of your mouth. “Frag. Frag-” Scrapper is muttering curses, so you know he’s about to overload in your mouth. The thought makes you instinctively clench down on Hook, who sighs, then groans. Hooks pelvis audibly smacks against your aft from his own hurried pace, and his spike is starting to throb. So you wrap your em field further around him urging him even closer. Knowing sparkdamn well Hook liked it when you wordlessly showed you wanted him. Hooks cursing, and his next thrust hits your ceiling node, sending hot volts right up your spinal strut. Hooks servo finds your spike, and you groan around Scrapper. Who tightens down right on your digits with a curse.

Hook stills and groans headily against your audial, his hips rocking through his own overload and grinding down on your aft. And Hook is jerking your spike and you overload right after him. Hook curses when you tighten down further and his servo only quickens- making the effort to wring you through your own overload. You moan around Scrapper as your spike throbs in Hooks hold. Scrappers plating rattles, and you know he's done for so you curl your digits, and a muffled laugh escapes you when he fumbles to pull out of your mouth before he overloads. You obediently leave your mouth open when Scrapper pulls out, his spike tip still resting on your glossia. Scrapper curses, and he's overloading right into your open mouth. He always liked physically watching you swallow his transfluid. Even if it did led to half of it spilling out of your mouth, like it was now dripping down your chin. But once he finished, you just close your mouth and make sure to swallow what was left. You pull your now fluid soaked digits out of Scrappers valve. The squelch his valve makes kinda makes you wish he'd chosen your spike over your mouth.

You run your glossia over your derma to clean it from transfluid and Scrappers cursing before making to half swipe what spilled and also affectionately touch his helm against yours. Hook sighs and pulls out, and you feel what's about to be his transfluid spill out of your hole. Before more servos are on your frame and you're being flipped over onto your back instead. Bonecrushers practically pushing Hook out of your thighs impatiently, and Scrapper gets replaced by Long haul. A third body throws himself over your hips, and you snap your helm up to find Scavenger who straddled your hips. His spike is hard and leaking pre lubricant on your front. “Spike me?” he asks all shy like he always does when he wants anything from you.

You just smile and reply “Always.” Which is apparently enough to get them even more heated because Bonecrushers bottoming out inside you in no time at all. You sigh when your already messy valve gets stuffed with another one of your lovers' spikes. You let your helm roll back at the sensation when Bonecrusher starts thrusting and find Long Haul’s spike waiting for you. You lap your glossia over the head of his spike before taking him into your mouth.

“They need to take a break after this.” Hook’s voice drones out, and you blindly point in his general direction to signal he was right. You’d already had more than a few overloads- problem with having so many lovers meant you’d get off one, and as soon as you got through the other five, the first would be wanting to go again. Which sorta kind of led to you actually getting fragged into forced stasis the first time all six were available to interface. And apparently, there was a massive panic (Before Hook got into your medical port), thinking they might have actually managed to frag you right into the well. So now you had to coordinate breaks when it was everyone at the same time. Though half the time you were all so busy, it rarely was everyone at the same time. But your significant others had gone through the effort of getting you all time off today and the start of tomorrow off, so they wanted to have fun.

Que now where Scavenger was sinking his plush valve right down your spike length. You moaned around Long haul, and your servos latched onto Scavengers waist. Frag it all, Scavenger was squeezing down on you! “Slag-” Bonecrusher cursed “Don’t make them any tighter Scavenger- I wanna last a little here!” Bonecrusher's spike was throbbing along the pleasure nodes in your valve.

“Sorry-” Scavenger muttered all before dragging himself up and dropping himself right back down your length. His valve gripping you hot- definitely not at all sorry for what he’d done. Your hips jumped nearly bucking Scavenger off your lap, and his servos grabbed onto your frame for purchase. Scavenger started picking up his pace, and you whined around Long haul. Long haul who groaned when his spike kissed the back of your intake. You dragged your glossia along the shaft of his spike and swallowed once around him. Delighting in the full frame shiver that rocked across his plating. Bonecrusher started angling his thrusts in a way that made you frag into Scavenger a little bit harder than you meant to. Scavenger didn’t seem to mind his valve getting fragged with a bit more effort. His optics brightening and his valve clenching down further on your spike. “Slag- fill me up, fill me up-” Scavenger begged, and you couldn’t deny him it when he did so all sweet, so you overloaded right in his valve with a groan. Scavenger keened and started dragging his servos along your plating, riding out his own overload.

“C’mon I want in! Tag out! Tag out!” Mixmaster demanded from the sidelines. Scavenger muttered, but he managed to pull himself off of you and was immediately replaced by Mixmaster. You hummed, enjoying how Long haul cursed, not at all being able to see what they were doing- Mixmaster swallowed your spike. You keened loud and arched upwards against Mixmasters' invasive glossia. Mixmaster and his slagging oral obsession! Didn’t matter if it was your spike or valve he needed his glossia on your array!

“Mixmaster!”

The hot heat on your spike was gone, “What?! We can still break! I’ll make sure they don’t overload again before then.” Mixmasters servo gripped the base of your spike firm, and you whined around Long haul when Mixmaster took you right down his intake again- And you clenched down on Bonecrusher-

“Frag it all-!” Bonecrusher cursed all before his thrusts got sloppy and fragged you through his overload with short, deep thrusts. Long Haul overloaded right after him, making you half choke on his transfluid. Mixmaster at least pulled off and away from your spike right after it happened.

Long haul pulled out of your mouth abruptly, and your helm was pulled back upwards. You made sudden optical contact with Scrapper. “You alright?” He asked and you huffed. Long haul's transfluid still spilling down your derma and helm foggy as can be, and you nodded. Scrapper pulled away, and Mixmaster was in your view instead. Mixmaster dragged you into a sloppy glossia heavy kiss, his servos pulling your helm closer against himself. The remaining mess of Long Hauls transfluid getting passed between your glossias and derma. Your spike was drenched in Mixmasters oral lubricant and twitching from over sensitivity-

Frag, you couldn’t really be too mad at them all, though.

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It was the morning after and you were very mad at them all.

You regret agreeing to letting them shove the bulbous toy Scrapper made into your valve while you were in your fragged out post horny phase yesterday. “It’ll be hot!” Mixmaster urged you on like a horny demon. And yeah- plugging up your, stuffed full of multiple rounds of your lovers transfluid, valve so none of it leaks out? Very hot. Unfortunately, you were no longer horny and after a night of recharge, you wanted this thing out of your hole. And you needed to clean your lovers transfluid out of you. You unfortunately had a job to do, and you couldn’t exactly do it with however many loads were still stuffed in you. You were definitely overfull at this point- your metal was even distending lightly. and if you placed a servo on it you’d physically feel how your plating was taunt. You were not going to enter a battle like this-

Though rather, unfortunately, Scrapper made the toy so it was wider in base than any of the girths of their spikes. So your valve would stay plugged and not leak any of their transfluid. It was significantly easier to slide the bulbous thing into your freshly just been fragged for joors hole. It was another task to get it out after a full night of recharge. You shoved your helm back into your arm with a noise of discomfort. Your servo squeezed Bonecrushers servo tighter at the slight pain of the udder stretch in your valve. The stretch stopped, and the toy reentered your valve again for what felt like the fiftieth time. “Be careful.” Long haul muttered from where he was petting the distressed plating on your upper back.

“Be careful- I’m the medic! I’m being more gentle than any of you brutes would be.” Hook sighed, and gripped the back of your thigh in reassurance “I’ve stretched you and let the sparkdamn thing re enter enough times right before the widest part of it. I’m going to attempt to pull it out in one motion now. Ready?” You hummed a confirmation, and then Hook pulled and pulled, and your hole got forced wide- and you squeezed Boncrushers servo and clawed at his plating with your other. It stung for a nanoklick before it was suddenly just gone, and relief filled you when your valve was finally unblocked. “There.” Hook muttered and squeezed your thigh again. There were multiple sounds of relief and joy from around you in response.

You shivered when their transfluid finally started pouring out of your hole with a filthy squelch. “Slag-” You pulled your faceplate out of your arms and looked over your pauldron to find five of your lovers blatantly gawking at your rear end. You bluntly told them you hated them all, and that Bonecrusher was your favorite now because he was still holding your servo. There were a lot of shouts of annoyance and offense. You just dropped your faceplate back into your arm. Your hard spike throbbed in open air below your elevated aft. You couldn’t exactly help getting a bit worked over the experience. It may have been annoying, but Hook was still stimulating your valve for a joor straight.

A servo on your aft didn’t even make you twitch. Mixmasters' voice did, however. “Here- how about I clean you up a bit and give you an overload for your troubles?” After everything they’ve put you through an overload was the least they could give you. You slowly gave a thumbs up, and Mixmasters glossia was dragging along your messy valve- His other servo grabbing your spike and slowly jerking you off along with his laps. You huffed and squeezed Bonecrushers servo, focusing on the slow drag of Mixmasters glossia behind you. Hook made you glance at him when he leaned down to kiss you softly on the temple.

Frag. you were mad at them, but you wouldn’t give these insatiable lugs up for anything.

They were your stupid lugs, after all.

I'm crying