Meet Beutternut. She is an orange gal who works at the biscuit factory. When she isn't panicking and hiding :)
What if Ultra Magnus' big ass shoulders are removable or retractable. Cuz ain't that shit uncomfortable???? Cuz I would find it so
WHOOOO! Draw pad's fixed :3
I personally find the face vents of Transformers pretty fascinating. Like the ones Optimus and Starscream have.
Which doesnāt really look like part of their disguises really.
So does these face vents have any actual functions to their biology? Why are they there?
And why only a few of them have it and not everyone? I think these two are the only ones in the show who have them. And we see in Arceeās Tailgate flashbacks, she used to have one, too.
(āPredatoryā, Season One Episode Twelve)
But not anymore
(āPredatoryā, Season One Episode Twelve) And we know that Transformers donāt need oxygens according to Bulkhead in āRock Bottomā, Season one Episode 19, so why do some even have a vent in the first place?
Now, hear me out. Because I have an idea.
So, the grills on actual cars are there to be used to cool down its internal engines, so I think maybe, for the Transformers, it works the same. Ratchet and Bulkhead also got belly grills so those probably act the same too, and not just part of their disguise.
Maybe some Transformers, not all, would experience overheating when stressed out. So they need bigger vents, closer to their face so it can bring the cool air to their brain faster, help them calm down when they overheat. It could be that they overheat when under stress, and thus become uncomfortable, distraction, and more stressed out. And when they got a vent to keep away those heat, it can make them more comfortable and calm.
So it is like a soothing mechanism for some transformers I think. Beside I bet the hearing the blowing of wind by their face constantly can also feel comfortable sometimes.
That would explain a lot because Optimus got the biggest vents of all, and he totally needs them for all the stress heās been through, and maybe this is even one of the main reason why heās still relatively calm despite everything.
Starscreamās is obviously not big enough.
Maybe Ratchet and Bulkheadās belly grills also works the same. But it surly didnāt help Ratchet much. Or those could just be disguises.
And as for Arcee, I can totally imagine that she had her mood swings and grumpiness even before Tailgateās death, and got a vent to help herself be kind of nicer and calmer. But After Tailgateās death she sealed her vent off with that diamond shape shield on her horn, because she wanted to use her anger to revenge and didnāt want to be calm anymore.
Yum
Not the magnus anon, consider, ultra magnus orgy with Predaking, Optimus, and Wheeljack.
Maybe he gets sparked š
Big, heavy, refineries. Also babies. Full of babies. Between Optimus' breeding kink and Predakings probable breeding kink(at the very leat repopulating his species) and wheeljack definitely being a kinmy fucker. He is fucked out and full of transfluid.
Who r u and how TF did you get my notes app!!!!! š«£š«£š«£ Akkslqkakskwwaaa Am I that obvious!?!??! š Breeding kink so strong it shines through da goddamn blog šš
Okay but idea: instead of Ultra Magnus, Wheeljack and Predaking fighting, it devolves into an orgy š³š³ maybe predakings in rut or something, he's obv pissed at losing the rest of the predacons, but luckily for him he's got a nice big bot in front of him perfect for breeding.
They do fight of course, well, Wheeljack and Ultra Magnus think they're fighting but Predakings trying to get a perceived rival (Wheeljack) out of the way long enough for him to claim Ultra Magnus. Wheeljack gets thrown into the wall and gets back up just in time to see Predaking fingering Ultra Magnus open, just enough prep so Ultra Magnus can take the heads of both of his spikes.
^wheeljack trying to figure what he's supposed to do, he just gained respect for Ultra Magnus and now realized he ALSO wants to fuck him
Maybe fucking you mate on top of your defeated 'rival' is some kinda instinctive predacon thing š¤š¤
Optimus comes back to check on them and make sure Wheeljack and UM are okay, and instead walks in on Ultra Magnus being spit roasted, covered in paint transfers that make it clear Wheeljack and Predaking have both fucked him multiple times. Optimus and ultra Magnus have been dancing around a whole 'thing' since Magnus landed on earth, so of course he's going to want Optimus to take a turn filling him up with transfluid.
They ground bridge back to base later like "surprise! New dragon autobot :)" and the kids are distracted enough by a cool ass dragon transformers they don't notice Ultra Magnus hiding away until the transfluid bump goes away. But it turns out with three attentive sires, the bump doesn't go away. In fact, Ultra Magnus just gets bigger as the sparklings of a prime and a huge predacon (and Wheeljack's tiny bitty that was kinda a surprise cause she was hiding behind her siblings in the scans) grow inside him. Poor Magnus š¤š¤š¤
(also poor fowler, having to deal with these horny robots having BABIES. Maybe him and June can have a nice date night to make up for it lol)
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TFP Ultra Magnus X GN Cybertronian Reader
18+ tags: Teasing, orgasm denial, sex machine, and dom/sub.
Read more below the cut!
It was only a little mistake that lead to this scene laid out before you.
Ultra Magnus, Commander of the Autobots, laid on his front aft up and his legs spread to allow his valve to be accessed with ease. You stood off to the side of the berth where Magnus laid face down on. The machine positioned just behind him was prepped and read, the false spike on it was shiny with lube and charged for the session. All that was left as to prepare your lovely Commander for the machine.
Your servo cupped his valve, your digits just barely dipping into his hole teasing the sopping wet, twitching walls. A low groan answered your teasing, his optics shuddering as his frame slowly relaxed at the feeling of finally being touched. His plating shuddered as your digits slowly made a circular motion around the rim and tracing around the edge with a grin growing across your faceplate. Optics focused on his expression for any sign he was uncomfortable.
āDoes that feel good, Commander?ā You purred, your digits pushing further into him earning a loud grunt before an annoyed growl rumbled his chassis as he glared at you from the side, his optics flashing a warning look your way.
āWatch yourself, soldier.ā He grunts. You ignored it and hummed with a grin as your digits move within him. You focus back on your digits start to make a come here motion within him to stroke the walls, searching for that patch where it would drive him crazy. The curling motions continued, pulling lewd noises from your commander as you searched for that one spot that would get his engine revving.
You only knew you had hit your target when his engine sputtered and the mech jolted against the berth, his thighs clamped down around your servo and he tensed as he moaned. His body shuddering as your digits continue to pleasure the Commander, rubbing against the spot that made his frame twitch and moan lewdly against the berth as your digits pulled explicit sounds from a mech who usually barely made any sound at all.
āAre you getting close, sir?ā You tease the mech, feelings his valve constrict and pull you in further as he was building towards an overload. He didn't respond except with a grunt, you want to scold him for not using his words but decide that you could let him off the hook just once, for now.
You could feel his walls pulsing as he was getting closer and as he was getting towards the end of his building charge you removed your digits. The mech whined, yes whined, at the emptiness within his valve. His helm turned to look at you, offended and confused.
āWho said you could stop?ā He growled. You simply smirked in return and answered his question with the machine whirring to life.
āI said so.ā You reply, your servos grab his hips and position him perfectly for the false spike to catch. It entered with little issue as it was guided inside of him and the mech tensed as a rumble passed through his chassis. His engine hiccuping as the machine started to thrust without any resistance and filled his valve up. It started off slow, you wanted to savor his reactions to it as it slowly bobbed in and out of his pretty red and blue folds.
You waited until you could tell he was getting impatient. He turned to you and started to speak, āWill you stop teasing me and go fas- MNHAA~ā
His vocalizer crackled as the speed turned up and started to thrust relentlessly inside of the mech. He gripped the berth below him and pushed his aft up closer to it as it hit deep inside of him. Each thrust of the false spike brought out a symphony of moans from the Commander as his intake hung open. Solvent drooled from his gaped expression and optics hazy as the overload he was denied earlier was growing stronger with each powerful thrust inside of him.
He could feel that coil about to snap when the machine stopped suddenly. His optics snap open and look at you with a desperation in which you return his look with a smug one. āOnly good boys get to overload Commander. You're going to have to earn it.ā
Got more progress!!
I know they have no relation but heyyyy they both use hammers as weapons!!!!
Just drawing clothes, what u doin?
Obsessed with TFP Magnusā Artist who can't artistā I'll make ask-box rules at some pointā NSFW + SFWā Taking classes
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