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I am so normal about your Adam and Steve, I am genuinely of sound mind and not crazy at all

Trust. me two 👊💥👍✌️I’m normal abt them

shoutout to the woman from my high school martial arts class who liked to get me in joint locks and then joke about how I was easy to catch. you cannot comprehend how psychosexually formative that was for me

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Jacking Them Off In Public

Imagine accidentally giving Alastor, Lucifer, Husk, Vox, and Adam an erection in public, so they make you jack them off?

Alastor:

It all started as an innocent caress on the knee, the pads of your fingers mindlessly tracing patterns against the fabric of Alastor’s pants. And while he usually wasn’t overtly fond of PDA, he made an exception just this once, your soothing ministrations concealed by the long tablecloth. It soon escalated into something more, however, too absorbed in your conversation with Rosie to notice that your hand had unconsciously ventured up his thigh and into dangerous territory.

“Oh, Alastor, why did ya take so long to introduce us?” Rosie asked, her bosom heaving with laughter, the piping hot contents in her teacup threatening to spill at any given moment.

“He said something about waiting for the perfect time?” You laughed alongside her, but not for long, feeling something taut jump underneath your fingers. “Whatever that means…ha!”

Your eyes nervously darted to the side, your heart rate picking up at the noticeable outline of Alastor’s cock straining against his pants. Fortunately, nobody else could see the embarrassing predicament you had inadvertently designed, the table you were seated at conveniently situated at the corner of the cafe. Still, you offered him an apologetic look when Rosie went to sip at her tea, failing to notice his blown pupils and slightly flushed cheeks.

You retracted your hand, but Alastor snatched your wrist with a hushed ‘Finish what you started,’ a blush creeping up your neck. You complied, turning back to Rosie upon hearing her teacup softly clank against the saucer, trying to conceal the disbelief etched onto your brow with a friendly smile as his cock immediately stirred underneath your palm. You carefully undid Alastor’s pants, pushing past his briefs, a warm, wet, sticky substance greeting your fingers.

“Is everything alright with ya, Alastor?” Rosie’s eyes flitted down to the half-eaten pastry in front of him, blissfully unaware that your thumb was slowly lubricating his cock in his precum.

“Oh, don’t you worry about me, dear,” Alastor waved her off with a strained smile, his ears almost falling back as you gently squeezed him. “The cake was just dry this time around!”

You wondered how Alastor managed to maintain his composure and keep the conversation within the three of you flowing after that, your hand subtly pumping him at a steady pace. While his responses were brief and less theatrical, a moan or two would have tumbled past your lips from the mere thought of being jerked off in public. But apparently the same didn’t apply to Alastor, his jaw merely tightening as his cock suddenly pulsated, heaps of cum cascading down your fist.

Lucifer:

The tension between Alastor and Lucifer hung heavily in the air, polluting the dinning room and spoiling almost everybody’s appetite. So, in an effort to combat that, you affectionately squeezed Lucifer’s leg, the corners of your mouth twitching upwards as he shifted his focus from the demon on the opposite end of the table to the food on his plate. Feeling rather triumphant, you picked up your fork and dug into your food, completely oblivious to the tent steadily forming in his pants.

“So, how did you two meet?” Charlie asked, a genuine smile on her face. You expected Lucifer to answer, but he didn’t. “Well, it’s quite a long story, actually,” You chuckled nervously.

“Oh, I love stories!” Charlie put her fork down and excitedly clasped her hands, giving you her full attention. You smiled at her, glad that at least one thing went right in this little welcome party.

Meanwhile, Lucifer slowly chewed on his food with a distant expression, trying to focus on the way you carefully recounted how you two met instead of the hand that kneaded at his inner thigh. He mentally cursed at himself for being weak-willed, indulging in the pleasant sensation even after he realized you had unconsciously ventured up his leg in your distracted state, your nimble fingers only a few centimeters away from his straining cock and his dampening pants.

It didn’t take long for you to start wondering why Lucifer was being awfully quiet, especially with his daughter talking your ear off. But then you felt him seize your wrist and place your hand over his crotch, a damp spot kissing your palm. Your eyes immediately widened, horrified that you had accidentally given him an erection in a room full of people—until you realized that he had encouraged you to touch him. You tentatively palmed him, his cock throbbing in response.

“Dad, are you okay?” Charlie suddenly asked, her voice laced with concern, noticing the slight blush on his features as you undid his pants, sliding your hand into his briefs. “You’ve been unusually quiet.”

“Oh, I’m just letting you two get to know each other, that’s all!” Lucifer said, shooting her a big, toothy grin, trying not to groan at the way you slowly lathered the head of his cock in his precum.

Thankfully, Charlie accepted his brief explanation, offering you a few words before resuming her dinner. The rest of the residents at the table began to talk amongst each other, too, allowing you to pump Lucifer’s weeping cock without the fear of them hearing, the sound sinfully moist. But you had no idea that a certain someone had an extra pair of eyes, his shadow watching with a wicked smile as his hips subtly thrusted up to meet your hand, the fork in his grip trembling as he came.

Husk:

An exasperated groan seeped past Husk’s lips as he lost yet another game of Blackjack, pointing an accusatory claw at the machine and cursing it out for scamming him out of his money. You shook your head, biting your cheek in a poor attempt not to laugh, affectionately squeezing his leg. But that only earned you an unamused look, his clawed-hand seizing your waist and bringing your sides flush together. ‘Ow!’ You giggled, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, albeit gently.

“I don’t get how people play this for hours,” He kissed at your skin, pacified by the sensation of your hand gently kneading his thigh. “It’s rigged—but I’m too broke for the real shit right now.”

“I mean, the minimum bet on this thing is, like, $1,” You said, unaware of the way he stirred in his pants. “Maybe invest a little bit more than that?” You suggested with a shit-eating grin.

Husk rolled his eyes, resuming the game; but of course, the virtual dealer fucked him over again. With every game he lost, your hand unconsciously moved up his leg, driven by the sighs you elicited from him. He slumped back into the cushioned seat, parting his legs as your fingers pressed into his inner thigh. It was easy for him to get lost in your touch, especially with everybody minding their own business, but that didn’t mean that you were purposely trying to rile him up.

When you felt the tent in his pants, you instantly retracted your hand, a horrified apology tumbling from your lips. ‘Ain’t nobody watchin’, doll,’ Husk rasped, his pupils blown with lust, guiding your hand back to his crotch. He unashamedly jutted his hips forward, encouraging you to touch him while he carried on his game of Blackjack, his cock throbbing underneath your palm. You complied, but not before looking around and making sure that nobody was watching.

“I never thought I’d jack you off in a casino,” You murmured, shakily undoing Husk’s pants, a groan escaping his throat as you shoved your hand into his briefs. “Seriously, this is crazy.”

“Eh, I’ve done worse things in my days as an overlord,” Husk shrugged, shooting you a lopsided grin. His tail swished between his legs at the feeling of you squeezing the base of his cock.

You rolled your eyes before staring at him, gauging his reaction as you gave him a generous pump. Husk’s ears slightly twitched backwards, but that was it, his clawed-hand reaching out to affectionately caress your jaw. While this wasn’t something you’d usually do, you couldn’t help but feel slightly excited at the idea of pleasuring him in public. Nobody spared the two of you a glance, though, not even as he thickly coated your hand in his cum and made you slowly lick it clean.

Vox:

With one arm wrapped around your shoulder, Vox nursed a drink, a gratified hum seeping past his lips as you mindlessly traced patterns on his knee with the pads of your fingers. Trips to the club were frequent with the Vee’s, so you naturally grew tired of drinking and partying for hours on end, opting to stay plastered to Vox’s side instead of wandering off with Velvette or Valentino. But you were slipping into boredom, unconsciously venturing up his thigh as you stared ahead.

“Mm, sweetheart, what are you up to?” Vox suddenly asked, his chest rising and falling in anticipation. You stared up at him through your lashes with a ‘Hm?,’ confused.

“Oh, come on, don’t play coy with me,” He continued, realization settling in your gut as he grabbed your jaw with his thumb and his forefinger, tilting your head downwards.

Your eyes widened in shock, a blush creeping up your neck at the outline of Vox’s cock against his pants, sporting a damp spot where the head prodded at. Thankfully, the Vee’s had their own section reserved at the club to avoid being bothered by sinners, so nobody could see what was unfolding between the two of you. That didn’t make you any less apologetic, however, retracting your hand with an embarrassed ‘Oh, shit, I’m sorry,’ hoping that he wasn’t upset at you.

But Vox shook his head, the arm around your shoulder reaching down to guide your hand back to his crotch, a wicked grin on his face. ‘Go ahead, it’s just us,’ He hummed, his cock throbbing against your palm almost in encouragement. Velvette and Valentino were absent from the booth, sure, but what if they came back while you were in the middle of jacking him off? You would never be able to look them in the eye, even though they wouldn’t actually care.

“Why are you hesitating, sweetheart?” Vox asked, downing the rest of his drink as you undid his pants, your hand sliding into his briefs, his precum greeting your fingers in a warm, wet, sticky kiss.

“I’m not, it’s just—what if they catch us?” You started, your hand squeezing at the base of his cock, eliciting a groan from him. “Especially Val…not that he’ll say anything bad. You know him.”

A chuckle reverberated through Vox’s chest, his clawed-hand affectionately carding into your hair. He assured you that not a single damned soul would find out, tapping at the edge of his screen, a reminder of the sort of power he held. So, you gave in, the sound of you wetly pumping him drowned out by the music blaring in the background; but Vox stopped monitoring his surroundings, a certain moth catching the exact moment his cock pulsated as he came in your fist.

Adam:

A thick, heavy hand suddenly clutched at your waist, eliciting a surprised gasp from you that sent questionable looks towards your way. But apparently, you couldn’t be upset at Adam, not when it was your fault for caressing the expanse of his leg as a form of affection, your fingers circulating his knee everything but innocent to him. You threw your menu down onto the table, meeting his shit-eating grin with narrowed eyes and flushed cheeks.

“Hey, doofus, we’re in a fucking restaurant,” You reminded him, wildly gesturing to the people trying to enjoy their food nearby. “And we’re not exactly alone.”

“Oh, really? I didn’t fucking see that!” Adam mock-gasped, until you sunk your nails into his inner thigh, a high-pitched yelp seeping past his lips. “Ow! What the fuck was that for?”

Fortunately, the waiter seated the two of you at the furthest booth, your little squabble mostly inconveniencing customers auditory senses rather than their vision. Or so that’s what you hoped as Adam seized your hand and shoved it into his robes, his erection immediately throbbing against your palm. Your cheeks remained flushed, but it had less to do with your initial embarrassment and more to do with the riskiness of the situation.

And to make matters worse, Lute was supposed to join you for dinner, the text she sent you about being a little late haunting your mind as Adam buried his masked face into your neck, a hushed, ‘Come on, babe, nobody’s watching,’ titillating you. She could walk through those restaurant doors at any moment, but the strangled groan that reverberated through his chest had you pushing past his briefs, an unmistakeable warm, sticky substance greeting your trembling fingers.

“Hey, hey—don’t you close your eyes,” You hissed, your thumb circulating the head of his cock, lathering him in his precum at a torturous pace. “I’ll never forgive you if we get caught.”

“I was, uhhh, blinking. Yeah, blinking,” Adam huffed, placing his hand over yours and helping you pump his cock, clearly desperate. “Stop teasing me and—ah, fuck—yeah, just like that.”

You kept your eyes trained on your surroundings, hyperaware of every little noise that penetrated your ears as your hand moved steadily underneath Adam’s robes. There was no way you could trust him to look out for you, not with his fingers reenacting the way you had innocently caressed him earlier, clenching your thighs together. At least he finished before Lute decided to show up, blissfully unaware of the sticky mess in your fist as she slid into the booth, across from you.

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hello yes would absolutely love you to share anything involving spiking other bots, not enough bottoms

MY MECH!!! I may bottom post primarily but I am a verse and would also love to top most these mechs on my blog.

"Cute" GN BOT Reader x Megatron, Hound, Astrotrain, Optimus

Summary: You're topping him and you call him cute.

G1 character: Megatron, Hound, Astrotrain, Optimus

Genre/Theme: Calling him cute while he takes your spike.

Warnings: Smut, 🔞 MDNI

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Notes: Bot reader spikes the guys!

A clipped noise escapes Megatron when you bury your spike back into the deepest point you can reach of his valve. His pleasure nodes being stimulated makes his blasted hips rut back against you when you slam your spike back into his valve. Megatron tenses and latches onto your gauntlets. His own pride refuses to allow himself to wrap his arms around your back. (And wrap his thighs around your waist-) you pant and grunt, but your optics are locked onto his and your optics burn bright. Your optical ridge creased. Pleasure starts humming louder in his core from the sight alone. And your spike forcing his valve to take it only makes it hike higher- and then you smile.

And you say he looks cute.

His spike throbs, and he growls. Megatron then actually does clamp his frame around yours. Thighs locking together behind your aft, and arms dragging your chassis right against his own with a loud scrape. "When I overload on your spike- I'm going to flip you onto your aft and use your spike so hard your frames going to think it's your function-!" Your hips stutter, before you thrust deep into him, making Megatron sigh and pant. Your pelvis grinds down on his anterior node, and Megatron arches against you when his overload finally hits him. His valve milks your spike and makes you spill your transfluid right into him. Megatron groans when you jerk your hips against him again through your own overload. His spent spike is trapped between your frames, smearing pink across both your fronts.

... You hoped the overload was good enough he'd forgive you?

Megatron's servos and thighs still gripping you and leaving you with zero chance of escape made you assume maybe not.

-

Hound is gasping and panting. His glossia brushing against his own bottom derma every time your hips smack against his aft. You hit his ceiling node on your next thrust, and Hounds frame jumps along with it. A gasping muttered noise falls out of him, and he can only whine when you slam into it again. Hot heat traveling through his frame and settling into his struts. Hound's cursing under his vents when you suddenly pull his leg up and half pull him around so you can see each other better. You're panting and cursing like him, and he stares back at you, trying to catch his own vents.

And then you call him cute.

"Huh?" Hound as enough time for his optics to flush somehow even further before you slam your spike back into him and start fragging him with vigor. "Oh Primus- Primus-!" Hound clenches down on your spike and grabs onto your frame, his digits striping some of your paint off. Hound moans loudly, when his overload hits him hard enough his spark feels like It jumps in his chassis. You frag him through it, and Hounds whimpering when you finally bottom out inside of him one last time.

Hound can only look down at where your pelvis is flush against his valve and groans when he sees your transfluid starting to drip out of his valve.

-

Astrotrain's grunting and fisting his servos at his side when you bottom out and simultaneously grind the front of your chassis across his spike. Astrotrain thought his position would've left him a good amount of control- him sitting up against the wall legs spread open. But you figured out way too quickly you could stimulate his spike with every thrust back inside of his valve. And you seemed fragging set on driving him crazy. Astrotrain's helm tilts back and thunks against the wall when your next thrust forward has you slowly grinding down on his spike and anterior node. His valve instinctively spasming around your spike.

And you call him cute-!

Astrotrain grits his jaw and lowers his helm to glare at you. "Don't say that slag-! Gnh-!" Astrotrain screws his denta back together with a clank when you start fragging into his valve harder. Your servos that were on his thighs both grab onto his spike, and Astrotrain's aft almost fully leaves the ground when he bucks against your frame. Your servos both dragged down his spike length, and one of them is pressing right under the head of his spike. And your pelvis grinds down on his anterior node and Astrotrains overloading on your spike with a shout.

You end up getting his transfluid on your own jaw, and Astrotrain has to bite back a groan when you just lift a servo up to swipe it away and start lapping it right off your own digits...

-

Optimus sighs against his own gauntlets, where he's resting his battle mask, when you roll your hips and slide your spike back into his valve. Your spike feathers his deeper nodes in a way that makes him instinctively clench down on you every time you bottomed out inside him. Optimus gasps when you start picking up your pace. Your pelvis is audibly snapping against his aft now. Optimus groans and his plating slacks when you start hitting a deeper bundle of his pleasure nodes when you slightly shift your hips.

And you call him cute-?

Optimus huffs when his own optics brighten. His spike is twitching heavy and neglected below his own hips. "Love, please -" Optimus begs because he needs a bit more from you- and you tell him to arch his upper frame back a bit and Optimus obeys. And next thing Optimus knows, you've bottomed out rough, and your servo hooked on his pauldron and is yanking him backward even further. And your other servo is on his spike-! Optimus keens embarrassingly loud when your glossia drags light but hot along the back of one of his finials. Optimus clenches down on your spike and overloads.

Optimus pants and notes how your oral lubricant on his finial feels warm- so does your transfluid spilling down his inner thighs.

cockblocked 😔

[18+] D-16 and Orion Pax from Transformers One have a delicious night out together at a swanky restaurant in the cogged district of Iacon that's somewhat popular with the cogless.

The script and screenplay was written by my dear friend who wishes to remain anonymous.

Named credits:

Produced and Art By @clawsou (Bluesky) (Shop)

Voice Acting By Tonezone.mp4 (Youtube) (Instagram)

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