Ive Never Seen Anyone Draw Gabe In Latex, Which Is Kinda Weird? Since He Already Has A Bodysuit? Hello

Serotonin

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Got a bribe from an anon.

I always say that I will never do something like this ever again and I have shot my foot yet again...

About Orion's biolights

this comic is made bc im a little bit sad that in OP's form we can't see his cute biolights as clearly as we see with Orion anymore

playtime's over

https://www.tumblr.com/rabotimagines/777430496310329344/battlefield-flirting-gn-bot-reader-x-megatron?source=share

I'm gonna be so fr I imagined Jazz as the one flirting, and why did it fit so well????

but also imagine Prowl being incredibly protective over Jazz when he finds out that the Decepticons want him-

Tbh older reader and Jazz are on the same wave length so it does fit. If Jazz was the one getting the cons horny he'd think it was funny as hell and play into it.

Here your ask made me think of another part for older petnaming reader.

"Show" GN BOT Reader x Jazz scenario

Summary: You make out with Jazz and act like you're interfacing to distract the Decepticons.

G1 characters: Jazz (The cons are also here getting horny! Prowl shows up at the end too.)

Warnings: Voyeurism

Genre/Theme: Horny 🔞 (more Mature than Explicit)

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Notes: The entire make out is from the perspective of the Decepticons, Playful older reader, Reader: We should take advantage of the fact the Decepticons are perverts.

You all needed a distraction, and you needed one bad.

The Decepticons had started yet another world dominance plan, which was actually going well. And you needed to stop them now before it got any further out of control. Mirage could sneak into the temporary base the Decepticons set up and sabotage them from the inside. The problem was that the whole base was guarded to the denta, and you needed to distract at least one of the guards for Mirage to slip in. And then distract the rest of the Decepticons so Mirage can do his job without interruption.

That's when you get a crazy idea that might actually work.

You weren't stupid, and you were old enough to know what most the Decepticons were thinking when they started leering at you with hungry looks. You just continued teasing them on the battlefield, while not giving them even an inkling that you knew exactly how badly they wanted you. But now you might just take advantage of the cons little attraction to you. (It's not like it was your fault they seemed to want you like an energon goodie. You weren't exactly some fancy new build. You were a war trained soilder.)

So you raised your servo "Optimus, I might have an idea for how to distract a watchmech and all of the Decepticon high command at the same time."

Optimus paused when you spoke to give you the per verbal floor. "Oh? And what exactly might that be?"

"I just need one mech on board for it to work. So Jazz, question-" At your address, Jazz perked up from where he was sitting. "How do you feel about putting on- a little show with me to distract the cons?" The room goes dead silent at your question.

Jazz realizes exactly what you're implying the fastest. He leans forward over the table slightly, his plating tense and serious. "I just have an equally important question in response."

"Oh?"

Jazz's plating slacks casually, and a felinoid smile that reminds you exactly why you two got along curls on his derma. "Glossia or no glossia?" Oh, this would be fun.

-

"Honestly, we know they'll be coming sooner than later, we should attack them first while we have the upper servo!" Starscream argued with Megatron again over the decision to stay on guard.

"If they're going to come, then let them come! We will be ready for the Autobots, and we will destroy them where they stand!" Megatron snapped back in clear annoyance.

Just as Starscream opened his mouth again, one of the alerts went off. Drawing everyone's attention to the multiple camera feeds on the wide screen they had on the wall. "Soundwave report." Megatron ordered.

"Buzzsaw reports obvious activity in shrubbery ahead of himself." Soundwave tapped along his keyboard, and Buzzsaws internal feed camera was put up in full screen. Sure enough, the view of bushes shaking slightly was put into view. It stopped after a klick.

"Soundwave order him to find out what it is. And if it's a pest to deal with it accordingly."

The video feed showed Buzzsaws point of view of taking off and into the tree line where the movement had happened. The cons were left watching as Buzzsaw flew through the trees for a few klicks with no life in sight.

Only for a bot to eventually come into view.

"Jazz." Megatron muttered darkly "Soundwave, have Buzzsaw find out exactly what he's planning."

Soundwave nodded. "Buzzsaw, follow lead."

They watched as Jazz in root mode stepped over plant life with Buzzsaw silently trailing behind him in the trees. Eventually, he came to a small clearing where another mech was waiting.

You were waiting for him, leaning up against a larger tree, and your helm perked up when you saw Jazz. "Ah, yellow still on guard?" You asked with quirked derma.

Jazz just casually shrugged his shoulders. "Sure is. Looks like we'll be waiting for at least a Joor." Jazz leisurely made his way over to you.

"A joor till what?" Starscream muttered conspicuously.

Jazz met up with you, but instead of stopping in front like they'd all expected, Jazz got even closer to you. They all watched as Jazz propped an arm up against the same tree you were leaning against. Effectively trapping you between him and the tree. Jazz just smiled and raised his other servo to lightly cup your jaw.

"Really now. While we're on watch duty?" You didn't even seem upset by the incredibly wild development.

"C'mon, we've got a joor, and I know exactly how I wanna be spending that joor." Jazz leaned close enough that there was only a digits length between your faceplates.

"Soundwave I was not..." Megatron paused. "Aware that the two of them were this close to one another."

"Information not known. Proposal: may be both their personalities, opposed to relationship." Soundwave stated bluntly since he frankly hadn't seen any signs of you two actually becoming involved with one another like this.

The answer was obvious and easy to accept. Considering Jazz, let alone you. You'd flirt with your enemies on the battlefield constantly. While Jazz was... Jazz.

So when Jazz leaned forward and kissed you, the entire room was equally shocked.

"Soundwave retracts last statement." Soundwave bluntly remarked as he watched you kiss Jazz back.

Jazz's servos moved towards your chassis while yours went for Jazz's waist. You practically dragged Jazz forward till there was barely any space between the two of you.

Jazz's servos were greedily brushing over the front of your chasiss. Digit pads following the line and dips of your armor as he sensually touched you. You arched against his touch while your gasps and other small noises slipped out between where the two of you kissed.

"Wait, are they gonna frag?" Skywarp, who had been leaning back in his chair, was now sitting forward attentive and staring at the screen.

"What? No. Why the slag would-" Thundercracker stopped short and actually stared at Jazz and you. The longer he stared, the more he noticed how much you were both touching each other. He also noticed how he actually couldn't see if either of your modesty panels were still in place from the angle.

Were you actually about to-

Starscream scoffed loudly and turned on his thruster towards Megatron "Megatron, this is obviously a ploy to distract-" Jazz's engine revving loud in blatant undeniable want cut Starscream off.

"Yeah!" Skywarp shouted excitedly at the screen when Jazz slipped his glossia into your mouth. While multiple sounds of shock sounded out of the rest of them. Jazz closed what little space you had between you and boldly pressed his chassis up against yours. Your hips slotted together, and a heavy but muffled groan sounded out of you at the contact. Did Jazz just- slag. Did Jazz just spike you? Due to the side angle of Buzzsaws view and how close you were together, Thundercracker still had no visible clue if you were actually interfacing. But the motion and the angle of each of your hips certainly didn't paint any other picture.

Jazz rocked his hips, and you arched further against him. Your servos dragged jazz even closer towards you every time he rutted against you. Jazz's servos simply had not stopped wandering and fondling your frame the entire time. Every drag of his digits brought another little noise out of you. Either a huff or another muffled moan- You were still kissing each other fervently, and Thundercracker could occasionally catch glimpses of both your glossias-

You certainly weren't holding servos!

Thundercracker almost chokes on his oral lubricant at the very heated display and has to fight not to let his sparkdamned modesty panel pull back. His own spike twitching against his own panel every time another needy noise slipped out of you. This was going to haunt his less than innocent alone time- In a panic, Thundercracker glanced at Megatron, and almost balks.

Megatrons optics are a noticeable shade brighter than usual. He's also leaning forward and staring intensively at the little show you two were both putting on. Thundercracker hears your muffled moan and can physically see Megatron's optics brighten a touch further.

Starscream stood next to Megatron with his mouth hanging open, and his wings raised high, and they were twitching sporadically- Thundercracker realizes it's in time with your noises.

Thundercracker glances at Soundwave and does balk this time and then scowls. Soundwave was recording! Like, as if Buzzsaw wasn't already doing it! Frag, Thundercracker wasn't stupid enough to ask for a copy of the footage and owe Soundwave anything. Skywarp, however, would be asking- Skywap, who was leaning forward with a grin on his faceplate. Optics bright and not breaking his focus on the two of you for even a nanoklick

... Thundercracker could get it from Skywarp afterward.

You both break apart finally with huffy vents and Jazz groaned before shoving his faceplate against your throat. Subsequently hiding Jazz's helm from the camera view.

Only then does Buzzsaw's camera, which had been focused primarily on your frames, slowly panned upwards. To revel your optics were locked directly on Buzzsaw and subsequently them as well. The camera jerked when Buzzsaw flinched, realizing he'd been spotted. They waited for you to quickly inform Jazz that you were being watched or raise a blaster to fire at Buzzsaw. When, instead, the entire room watched baffled as your derma curled further, and your optics narrowed slightly. You then slowly and teasingly dragged your glossia over your derma. You then bit down on your bottom derma before simply turning back towards Jazz.

Yeah, Thundercrackers not gonna be able to be normal the next time you smile at him before a fight.

An engine revving and then stalling in the room makes Thundercracker glance right and see the two Constructicons (who he forgot where even there) also seemingly in a similar state as his own.

"Holy slag-" Scavenger muttered, staring wide opticed, at the video feed. Scrapper was simply staring, but even his optics were obviously running hotter than they should. A moan slipped out of Jazz this time when you started lapping your glossia at the detailing of his throat cables.

They all visibly jumped when a blaring alarm suddenly started blasting in the room. Thundercracker swore he could hear his own energon in his audials. Then he registered it was an alarm and not a sudden attack. Thundercracker had to dismiss his own battle protocols that sprung to life after the sound. "Soundwave report!" Megatron ordered.

"Weapon has been set to disintegration- from the inside."

"What!?" Megatron and Starscream both made a dash out of the room more than obviously heading to where the weapon was stored. The two Constructicons followed shortly after them. Scavenger tripping on his way out the door before getting back up to keep running.

"Buzzsaw, return. Base is compromised." After the order, Soundwave made his way out the door as well.

Buzzsaw's legs twitched when Soundwave spoke, and the branch he was on audibly shook. A blaster shot scrapped the side of Buzzsaws chassis, and he cried out and took to the skies. Promptly cutting off the camera show they'd had of you two.

"No! Frag!" Skywarp shouted in dismay, obviously more upset by the show he had being cut short than the fact that they'd been compromised. Thundercracker groaned and stood up while ignoring the heat of obvious interested arousal between his thighs.

Thundercracker probably would have to get a copy of it from Soundwave if he actually wanted to see that again.

-

"Whoops, and there goes the camera crew." Jazz stared up at the direction Buzzsaw had taken off in.

You just stared at Prowl, who was standing with his still smoking blaster in the air. A firm frown was on his faceplate. "Thanks for the save, Prowl." You nodded at him, and Prowl only grunted in response.

You raised an optic ridge while Jazz just turned to Prowl and grinned. "Oh, Prowl! Did ya enjoy the show?"

Prowl had only agreed to your plan if someone would be stationed to guard the two of you while you distracted the Decepticons.

Optimus thought it was a perfectly valid claim.

So Optimus told Prowl he'd be guarding you both.

Prowls faceplate didn't even twitch. (His doorwings did however.) "You've gotten too- into part. You should've stopped once Mirage messaged about successfully setting the detonation off."

You pulled Jazz's thigh up to your waist as if you were going to spike him- if your array were out anyway. You also worried your bottom derma at Prowl for extra measure. Your servo under Jazz's thigh and digits barely brushing the end of Jazz's aft. "Aw, C'mon Prowl, we were having fun."

"Yeah, Prowl- it's not like it totally didn't work amazingly or something. Ha ha. " Jazz chuckled and waggled his optic ridge at Prowl. Jazz continued to press his frame against your own while waiting for a response.

Prowl stared at you two for a klick longer before finally just sighing and moving past you both. "The Decepticons still need to be dealt with." You and Jazz watched him leave and eyed Prowls doorwings that were perked a touch higher than they usually would be.

You turned back to Jazz to share a look before you both finally broke apart, laughing.

There's an EU initiative going on right now that essentially boils down to wanting to force videogame publishers with paid games and/or games with paid elements such as DLC, expansions and microtransactions to leave said games in a playable state after they end support, or in simpler terms, make them stop killing games.

A "playable state" would be something like an offline mode for previously always online titles, or the ability for people to host their own servers where reasonably possible just to name some examples.

I don't think I need to tell anyone that having something you paid for being taken from you is bad, which is a thing that routinely happens with live service and other always online games with a notable recent example being The Crew which is now permanently unplayable.

Any EU citizen is eligible to sign the initiative, but only once and if you mess up that's it. You can find it here. (https://citizens-initiative.europa.eu/initiatives/details/2024/000007_en)

Even if you're not European or you signed it already, you can share this initiative with anyone who is, even if they don't care about videogames specifically because this needs a million signatures and there is different thresholds that need to be met for each EU country for their votes to even count and could also be a precedent for other similar practices like when Sony removed a bunch of Discovery TV content people paid for.

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.

-

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.

Finished this with flat coloring! Probably the most intense one yet. Odysseus having a good time. Hurray.

Edit: I FORGOT TO TELL THIS WAS A BRIBE! .... This was a bribe guys, from an dear anon. Full picture here

I will never do this again.

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