#valve plug

[loriniki0or]

some more sketches :3

NSFW!

[nuefass]

final teaser

[eclecticladydream]

Idk if anyone else has thought about this but I’ve seen people describe that transformers give off Ozone when there horny/having sex.

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.

Write your fic’s accordingly.

[superqueermo]

Perceptor sucking off Brainstorm 😋

[arachnidsinavoid]

I just need freaky tfo starscream 🙏🏻🙏🏻

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

Sorry I kinda gave up I'm tierd

[stickytrigger69]

nsfw tfp knockout x bimbo reader (cybertronian)

TFP Knockout x Femme Cybertronian Reader

Reader is a bimbo = very pretty femme that is actually kind of dense, dumb, or unintelligent

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it had Taken everything in him not to ravish you earlier in the med bay but now that you're here and alone in your safe space he's all over you. He takes his time kissing all over your frame, loving on every part of you. "Y'know, I thought it was really cute earlier today when you asked that really dumb question."

Earlier

"so, how does the monitor actually record vitals?" Knockout immediately stops doing what he's doing and just stares at his servos for a second.

"excuse me?" He spins around and looks at you.

"How does it actually work? Like, how does it know how fast your spark pulses?" You look at him sweetly and innocently. He blinks a few times then just bursts out laughing. " Don't laugh at me." You giggle.

" I'm sorry my sweet but I just don't understand what you're asking me." He laughs some more. "Well, it connects to um, hmm, well..." He is at a loss for words, he's never really put much thought into it and the question alone has him feeling vexed. If he's honest with himself he knows that he doesn't know the answer to your silly question. Ah, it's a test, you're testing him and his knowledge. But then he looks at you.

Nope, this is no test. The emptiness in your optics and patient expression reminds him that there are only one or two processor codes whirring about your empty helm and he feels stupid. His face is blank, you're the only one who can really bring him down to this depressed level. "Well?" You ask softly.

"Well what?" He's annoyed, "I'm afraid I don't know the answer, my love." He sighs, defeated, he turns around and starts to think to himself. 'She's actually really cute when she looks at me like that.' he turns his helm over his shoulder and sees you packing up and putting tools away, careless grin on your pretty face. He smiles to himself and he's sure he looks like a madman doing so. You turn around and bend over and he cranes his neck to get a good look at your aft. Thick tribulen, round aft, thin waist and not to mention that face card has him thinking 'wow'.

"So, do you think it's sentient?" You ask as you stand straight back up. Immediately he slumps over, shoulders slack.

Now

Your panel slides effortlessly away revealing soft plump lips. He stares in awe for but a moment before kissing them softly making your vent hitch. He licks them wanting to see you squirm as you await more pleasure. He uses his digits to pull them apart to reveal a pink glowing anterior node and the entrance to your delicious valve. He swallows hard and sticks his glossa out flat and moves his entire helm to give the entirety of your valve, anterior node and all making your lower back struts arch up off the soft berth. He moves back to look once more at your now glossy valve, how pretty he thinks.

He never thought he'd settle for anybot after Breakdown but after many nights being comforted by you he started realizing he was falling head over heels for you. Your soft and beautiful face, kind servos, and almost sickly sweet spark were looking more and more attractive after so many human months of being alone. Now here he is, eating out the dumbest most beautiful femme on the Nemesis, and Primus she is beautiful. And gosh she tastes just as good. After minutes of licking and kissing he goes full tilt and ravenously licks and slurps on your pretty valve, tasting the sweetness of your lubricant.

He sucks on your anterior node until you overload on his face. "My turn, my sweet." He sits upright and lifts your legs up by your tribulen. He lines his leaking spike up with the still clenching valve. Slowly he pushes in, immediately he is hit with tight heat and he throws his helm back, optics tightly shut. "Frag." He grits his denta and waits a moment relishing in the feeling of your valve clenching down on his spike before he starts thrusting in and out of you. He goes at a steady pace, loving the feeling of your valve trying to suck him back in every time he starts to pull out.

"Fra-ha-haag~" he moans as he thrusts inside you, bottoming out and staying there for a moment feeling the clench of your calipers. He remains still, listening to your heavy venting, the whirring of your cooling fans, and your gasps and moans of frustration that he's stopped. You get impatient and begin moving your hips to try and get some friction going and he laughs but begins to pound you down into the berth. Thrusting fast and hard as sounds of metal on metal clink and clang in his audials. There will be some paint transfer but nothing he can't handle. You moan and grow with every harsh plap from the repetitious penetration.

He goes and goes thrusts getting harder and harder. "You like that don't you you stupid femme?" He teases, you may be stupid but you know when he's being playful.

"Y-yes, I love it!" You cry out as he pulls another overload from you with his insult.

"Good girl!" He grunts. "Frag! I'm-" his spike twitches inside of you before he overloads, transfluid filling your tight valve to the brim, seaping out of you. You moan at the warm feeling, reveling in the fullness.

"Oh yess!" You gasp and bite your derma. He collapsed on top of you and you hold him close, arms wrapped tightly around him as you nuzzle your face into the side of his helm. You smile weakly and slowly slip into recharge.

[wibblewobblepop]

Sub!Starscream x Cybertronian!Reader HCs

Freaky MDNI

The little hamster in my brain won’t stop running on its wheel so I’m gonna just spill it out. :p

Starscream likes his wings being pulled. He wouldn’t dare admit it. Not on his dead frame. He would rather eat his own T-cog than say he needs to be manhandled.

But he needs it.

He needs his partner to curl their digits around his wings joints. He needs his partner to squeeze and knead his plates. He needs his partner to fondle and spread them out to their full span. He needs them to be pulled. It just drives him up the wall. I believe to the point he does it to himself when self servicing.

He could be three digits deep into his valve components and spreading himself out, while simultaneously reaching back to give soft tugs at his sensitive wing joints. He’d be hissing and gritting his dentae while throwing his helm back all while gripping his own hinge with an iron grip.

That brings up the question. What about his alt mode?

While possibly on a mission and he just so happens to be resting in his alt-mode, and you approach? If you lay on digit on his wing base he would curl into himself. Wouldn’t show it, maybe not even acknowledge you.. but his tanks are churning with butterflies as you drag a pad across the seams of his wings. That would guarantee you a one way trip to the berth room for perhaps a gentle preening, or a rough and sensual pulling.

Thanks @therobotsarestuckinmyhead for making me suck up my doubts and being my twin fr

[tinydefector]

I was just interested if you were a suckered for the clothing and fabric and perfume trope as I am. In the sense where fabrics and a abundance of organic flora was considered more common for higher class cybertronains but that even then it was pretty scarce. Imagine a bot or con after getting over their fears or mild disgust of the squishness of humans so to speak the next few things they notice is how many types of hair there are. How many styles and how many different ways to dye said hair. It drives them nuts the feel such softer fibers all together to make a more denser form. Curled,staight,wavy it all catches their optics. Painted nails almost similar to paint for their frames. Tattoos so intriguing. A human willingly damaging their surface that is more fragile than their metallic frames. It's a living scar. And they can't help but slowly come to love it to when they see how much their human complain does. But fabric? God they almost get drunk off of it. When they get a hug they shiver at the smooth article that brushes on their frame. The variety. So many styles and colors. So many meaning behind patterns and techniques. They can't help but almost grow jealous hearing how far back a simple stich can come from in human history. Humanity dressing itself in plush silks and flimsy polyester but it's all gold compared to what the cybertronains have come to crave. Imagine them having made themselves smaller so they could be inside your living space and they can't help but notice all the fabrics. All the plush surfaces. Their in heaven fully convinced they're going to meet the great primes. And if you had a scented burning candle? Sweet or citrus they can't help but want to inhale deeply to capture the scent. Perfumes? God their drunk whenever a human walks into a enclosed space because all mechs and femmes are fighting themselves to not snatch you up and keep you. If you use scented body wash or scented lotion then can practically taste it on your skin if you are near or hug them. They crave it when it's late at night and they've got you sobbing and thighs shaking as they kiss and lap at your scented thighs. And if theirs multiple humans in a space? That almost has a bot slurring their words as iff they just had the best energon. Just some thoughts haha I'm very sorry it's so long. I'm just a suckered for all these headcanons and just how while they may be disgusted and have hatred for humanity some fo them can't help but swoon for so many qualitys of their human companions that are nothing like their skin. So soft and complaint and so very warm at heart.

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.

quietly whispers (for your consideration) ratchet x human reader sex pollen Ratchet x human reader Word count: 2k Warning: smut, thigh

Then I have

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

STAR GALA DRESS LINKS

Starscream masterlist 1 11 111 (Smut)

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

Characters: Mtmte Rodimus, ROFB Mirage, TFP Knockout Warnings: slight nsfw, oral fixation, nipple piercings, hinted smut, piercing care. I

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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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