#valve plug

Humans are INCREDIBLY sensitive to the smell of ozone. About 200,000 times more sensitive than a shark to blood.

Humans can sniff out if a transformer is horny or having sex/masturbating.

Also how the decepticons react to boobs (they have never seen titties irl)

Sorry if thai isn't good. My dyslexic ass is writing this drunk at 2am

OK for tfo starscream bro is a massive sadomasochist like bros idea if foreplay is fighting for dominance

He's constantly having a mental fight of if he wants to dom you or be domed by you and he don't make it just a him problem

Will lose his shit if you treat him to delicately most of the it's so hard to be a soft dom to him without him getting offended because he thinks you see him as weak

If you're a soft dom that feads hid ego, then that could work, for I mean, it's starscream if you're worshipping him in some way. He'll love you forever

I also think he'd love brat bottoms and sub bottoms just as much as each other he'd love to just be told how amazing he's making you feel but would also love the challenge of breaking you down he can't tell of he wants your submissions on a silver plater or to fight for it more

Also, sorry if these are quick, but I'm imagining this is your first time with them

Megatron, when you first strip, it's probably going on a rang about his dreamed of this night and wants your more then anythings then terns to see your naked chest and is completely lost for words and then decides that actions mean alot more then words right now

The seakers would all probably be complete sex pests about it all three of them after seeing for them the first time they all are such a problem

Starscream would constantly want his face in your tit's and if you would let him would love to give them hickeys and suck your tit's but would loose his shit if someone looked at your cleavage besides the fact they ate covered in hickeys and it's hard not to look

I love thundercracker and how he's suck a little freak he loves human anatomy so much also he'd dream of getting you pregnant or just sucking your tit's enough to make you lactate bro needs that human tittie milk more then anythings

Skywarp I think would love tittie fucking so much He doesn't care how small he needs his cock on you chest and in your mouth then to eat you out till you cry if you pump his spike with your tit's he's eating yoru out for hours

TFP Soundwave x Femme Cybertronian Reader

Femme Reader

NSFW minors DNI!

I took some liberties and thought I'd spice it up just a bit more, so you're about a helm shorter than Arcee.

A/N I am so sorry I've been so inactive, but the universe has been blessing me lately, so I've been losing sleep and spazzing lol so thanks for understanding. Hope this makes yall happy.

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Extreme discomfort sends wave after wave of hot pain from your wrists down your arms. Your frame heating up every second you're suspended in the dark room. You've tried wiggling and shifting, even trying to flip backward, but there's not enough space above you to do so. Every time you struggle, you whimper and groan, venting heavily as you try to relieve the pain from your wrists. You swing slowly from all the moving, helm hanging low optics shut in defeat. While you struggle the door whooshes open and the clanking of pedes slowly approach. Wait, no, there's two sets.

Two bots have entered. A servo snatches your chin and forces your helm up coming optic to optic with Starscream. "Quit moving, you filthy creature!" He scowls. "You're going to hurt yourself, and then I'll be blamed."

"Not like you care screamer!" You snarl at him. You look past his helm to see who's with him. While you thought it would be the good doctor, it's Soundwave. This realization makes you nervous. Starscream growls, deeply angered at your ferocity, let's go of your face and walks over to the controls.

"Maybe this will put you in a better place of understanding." A button is pressed and held, electricity shoots through your small frame and makes you writhe. Your helm shoots up so you can scream at the ceiling, body tensing and shaking. Soundwave stares fascinated, watching your abdomen and tribulen, you move them in circles beckoning him forth.

He grabs Starscreams hand away from the control center and stares into the seekers' faces, who just groans and pulls away sharply. "If you think you can get them to obey, then by all means, I actually have work to do." He nudges Soundwave out of the way and leaves as swiftly as he came.

As the door shuts behind Starscream, a tentacle comes from Soundwaves back and connects to the control center behind him to lock the door shut. Several fire walls later, to ensure his privacy, he unlocks cuffs, and you fall to the ground like a ragdoll. Another ungrateful groan is pulled from your throat. He looks down at your crumpled form. You slowly move and try pushing yourself up, but your servos refuse. You whimper slightly as you try to excessive them, bending them in different directions.

Soundwave stares at you, thick, shiny, smooth tribulen pushed together, pedes supporting your aft. Wide hips but slim waist accentuated by the position. He feels his spike pressurize the longer he stares, his vents kick up a notch trying to cool his processor. He hasn't felt these needs for years, but the second he saw you, that spark of want and need struck him in the chest like a plasma bolt. He takes small steps toward you while tentacles are released one after one, his optics trained on you the entire time. Audials picking up your small whimpers and gasps of pain, "Do your worst decepticon. I'm not afraid of you."

He tilts his helm to the side, and his chest bounces forward in a small chuckle, 'foolish femme,' he thinks to himself. The tentacles slowly stretch towards you as he thinks about something. Should I or should I not bounce around in his helm while his tentacles ever so slightly rub against your plating. It's just as smooth as he had hoped.

This newfound information thrusts his decision forth. "No, silly femme, not hurt you but make you wiggle and writhe like you were just minutes ago." Your optics widen, fear, arousal, confusion all flash through your frame. His voice was deep and low, and the sultry tone made the small wires in your hips feel twitchy.

You're at such a loss, having been flashbanged, you hardly have time to react as his tentacles take hold of your wrists, ankles, and another around your middle, lifting you off the floor pulling you closer and closer to his own frame. You make several surprised noises, but no words are formed. You look and sound like a stupid mechanimal when it's been picked up for the first time for domestication. Your cute face turned up, searching the blank mask he wears for answers.

"N-no!" You finally shout, vocalizer staticky from the excitement coursing through you. His servos reach out to grasp your waist. His digits rub circles on the seams and small wires he can get to. You're ashamed to admit to yourself that you like this. It's disgusting and bordering on rape but, you like the attention. He's cool and confident and quiet and a beautiful mech.

You loathe to say but he's an attractive mech, even if he wasn't physically appealing, the way he carries himself and does his job would be all you need to look at him and imagine fucking yourself on his spike. Your frame heats up and reacts to his touching, tentacles coil and tighten around you, each part being set ablaze.

You look away from him, angry at yourself. ' I don't like it, I don't like it, I don't like it!' You scold yourself. A smooth digit rubs on your modesty panel, and your helm snaps around to look at him. A gasp sharply sucks oxygen through your vents as it slides back lightning fast. "No, no, stop. Dont-!" You feel your optics flood with coolant. 'This isn't happening. This isn't happening' you hyperventilate.

"You like this," His digit rubs against your node, making you twitch, "you can't lie to me. Don't cry, sweet one." He calms your fast beating spark. 'Why!' You scream at yourself, upset that you're losing to him. You have wanted this, maybe. Maybe he can change? He'll switch sides to be with you, right? He starts playing with your slick, rubbing your lubricants all over your soft folds. A moan rolls off your glossa, making him smirk and chuckle, 'now I've got you,' he thinks to himself triumphantly. His own panel slides away, his fully pressurized spike bobs out.

No time is wasted as he rubs the tip against your slickened folds. Your beautiful valve is warm and inviting. Your entrance feels tight, causing a giddy feeling to bubble in his chassis. Without wasting anymore time, he thrusts into you, making you moan so deliciously. Oh, you're so tight.

He wishes he could stay in you forever, but his frame forces him to pull out and thrust back into you again. You pull against his tentacles, but the grip tightens and pulls your arms behind you, wraps around your neck, and holds you a bit higher. Pulling you off his spike and then back down into him, effectively using his strong appendages to use you as a fuck toy making your own chassis buzz with arousal.

He watches closely as your derma split and hang open as he uses you, optics lidded and glowing bright. He's savoring every last second, recording your session together for later reference. He looks down and watches your tight valve swallow his spike. He pulls out and rubs it harshly against your soft lips, so wet and inviting, node swollen and ready to burst. He never asked, but now he wonders, is he your first, has he been the one to rip your pretty little bow off and opened your flower? His spike throbs at the thought, bio lights flickering and popping. His tentacles bring you closer, and he takes hold of you once more, claws digging into your strong armor, pinching and pulling at sensitive wires.

You cry in pain, but it's just a small rock compared to the mountain of pleasure he's built in you. Your node releases wave upon wave of warm pleasure as his spike fucks you deeper and deeper. "Oh please, oh, don't stop." You beg, trying to rock your hips into him, but the tentacles keep you from doing so. One of the smooth appendages snakes it's way up to your plump derma and pushes them apart to slowly push through and pull out in a thrusting motion.

You whine at the intrusion, optics shutting tight, glossa sticking out and rubbing against the underside of his tentacle, making him shudder. His hips plow you forcefully, your processor a muddy mess, only the thought of overloading on his large spike pushes its way through to the surface. He beats you to the punch, however, and overloads, thrusting his transfluids deep inside your valve. The warm flood of liquid is all you need.

You cry and moan out as your own overload shocks your entire frame, arms and legs tensing and straightening out as much as they can. Black tentacles are tight around you as they glow brighter by the second. You both shudder and shiver and twitch. You nearly faint from the charge you've received. Your poor valve is now pulsing and sore from the harsh treatment.

He pulls his now softened spike from inside you, a copious amount of transfluids drip and pour from your now puffy and abused valve. Soundwave stares in awe at the sight, so beautiful, so proud of himself. He thinks he may want to just keep you locked up in his hab from now on. "Am I your first? It sure felt like it." He asks you smugly, making your faceplate heat up once more with embarrassment. No answer, he's right.

He lets go of your legs so fast you groan, your lower half so tired. When your pedes hit the floor, he drops you entirely, tentacles retreating to wherever they came from, but your tired body fails you, and you stumble forward into his chassis. You groan and whine, though not in pleasure. Your legs shake and bend, tiny servos hold on tight to the mech before you. An interesting sound warbles through the room, and suddenly, a blue light illuminates the room. The next thing you know, you're in the middle of nowhere. "Did he just throw me?" You say out loud expecting no one to hear, but then you hear curious buzzing and pips. "Bee?"

Soundwave stares at the floor, transfluids in puddles and drizzles, he thinks of the sky with cloud trails. A small tinge of loneliness vibrates through his chassis. Why should he miss you. You scowled at him the entire time he used you, right? No, you liked it, liked him.

Freaky MDNI

So I do have some fics on this stuff one is

Ratchet x reader. Involving perfumes effecting cybertronians like a sex potion or sex pollen.

Then I have

Starscream x reader. Involving the infamous dress and him testing out different outfits on his partner.

This small collection of bots reacting to nipple piercings (was like my first fic I ever wrote here)

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I am quite a sucker for the clothing and fabric and perfume trope. I really enjoy writing cybertronians who adore seeing their partner drapped in shimmering fabrics. Becuase to the human its could just be a satin sheet, but to the cybertronian it is luxury, it showcases so much about you and every chance they get they love getting to just feel or touch the fabrics.

Imagine: your cybertronian is sat on theirs berth which is a mix of almost foam matting(yoga mat/ expanding foam) They don't lay on just metal but it's not particularly comfortable for their human. So one day, they introduced them to memory foam, and its like the bots world has opened up. It becomes a soft, comfortable recharge. But as you start bringing sheets, blankets, and your pillows, it makes the bots feel as if they are falling in love. They love it when you drape the soft fabric over them and make yourself almost a next on their chassis with the soft bedding. To they it feels like a luxury that you are pampering them even if it's just to make yourself more comfortable. It's the fact you leave them in their suite on their berth take makes their spark clench in delight knowing you'll be coming back.

I also tend to write cybertronains have alot more nasal sensors and detectors to the point they can break down the partials to annalise them. The smell of fresh lining is something that effects them almost like catnip with a cat. They will roll around in the fabric optics wide. Engines roaring in delight. As their joints squeak and clank against the walls.

I also love writing that Fabric was something that only the Highest of society had on cybertron, but mainly due to have small the fibers are it is extremely hard for cybertronains to replicate the material, so it fetched for high prices when Imported from organic planets. If you were of the lower classes, you would be lucky if you had a tarp or some sort of soft plastic as it was also still very sort after. So you can imagine how the cybertronains reacted once on earth, even while undercover. Fabric is such a huge part of human culture that cybertronians, when they find even just a pretty scrap of Fabric, keep it as a token. As if to say "frag you" to the universe.

But I can also see a human finding the stash of Fabric cut off's and offering to sew them all together in an almost patchwork like blanket for their bot and you can bet your ass you will have that cybertronian on thier knees worshipping you for it.

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"Hey, we have hail forecasted," their voice calls out to the vehicle parked in the driveway. The cybertronian is rather quiet as they register what was said to them. "It isn't acid rain, so it won't be anything too bad." they try to argue only to have a large old blanket thrown over them. "Hey, what are you doing?" It sends shock throught their system having something so soft drapped over their frame.

"I'm covering you up so you don't get hail damage, I sadly can't get you into the garage at the moment so the next best thing I can do is cover you up with some blankets and a tarp so you don't get damaged by ice falling out of the sky" they explain as they throw another over the vehicle. Making sure to fully cover the bot before throwing a waterproof tarp over them, too. "Sorry, I don't have anything better than this, but it will keep you dry and our of harm's way." Those words hit their spark in a way they never would have thought it would. They are left almost speechless, cosy, and somewhat warm as the hailstorm rolls in.

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When it comes to hair colour, skin colour, and tattoos. It fascinates them so much to see such diversity and colour on a species they originally believed to be quite dull. It gets to the point when making their holoform avatars they love exploring and expressing themselves as if making a sims character. Even going as far as some get custom paint jobs of the tattoos, they get on their avatars because, for them, it's the closest thing they can have to tattoos. But think about you getting a tattoo in a shop right across from where your cybertronian partner is getting their paint job because it was a cute couples day out.

And don't get me started on how much cybertronians love human's hair. The fibers are so different to them and they love the feeling of it, they just have to be very careful when running a digit theought thier lovers hair as to not get it jammed in the joints causing you pain.

Another thing that cybertronians are fascinated by is humans' willingness to injure themselves in the name of beauty. From tattoos, piercings, injections, and surgery. In honesty, it's not that different from frame ulteration, but they don't know how a human can do it. The bots can turn their pain sensors off while humans are just soldier on through it.

I love the idea that the bots also horde car freshners that their humans get them. It becomes a full-on pokemon card situation of them trading double ups, begging their partner to get them others so they can rub it in their friends' faces. But air freshners weren't a thing until Earth, and the bots love how it makes their frame smell different from the oil, grease, and car smell.

But perfumes gods I love the idea that perfumes have a certain chemical reaction to Cybertronian systems to the point to turns them into a raging horny bot who can't get enough of how your skin taste and how desperately they try to literally lick the perfume off your skin as if it were the riches and most expensive high grade energex on the market. It also leads to a lot of personal working with the bots not being allowed to wear perfume/cologne. Deodorants don't affect them the same way, but they also enjoy how they smell quite a bit.

But yes I love the idea of perfumes pretty much working like a pheromone spray and don't get me started on actual pheromones spray, your not leaving that bots berth for atleast 3 days, they will bring you food, water and anything you want but it literally overrides their system protocol and makes them desperate to breed you.

In conclusion, DO NOT wear perfume or Pheromone spray near the bots unless you don't intend to be leaving the berth for at least 3 days if not more becyase they can and will keep you their.

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the concept of valveplug is hilarious to me, just utterly hilarious. don’t get me wrong i want the robots to fuck, if the can feel romance they should express however the fuck they please

but the implications, the implications get me.

transformers don’t reproduce sexually, the most likely way for them to pop into existence (and most popular in more modern continuities) is they are born from the well if allspark. if valveplug did exist in universe, that would imply one of two things:

1) primus gave the cybertronians the ability to have sex for no goddamn reason except to have a nice way to feel good and bond

2) the cybertronians were collectively so fucking horny that they invented a way to have sex.

and i prefer the second one tbh. mostly because that’s very on brand imo.