WHOOOO! Draw Pad's Fixed :3

Yum

Not the magnus anon, consider, ultra magnus orgy with Predaking, Optimus, and Wheeljack.

Maybe he gets sparked 👀

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!!!!! 🫣🫣🫣 Akkslqkakskwwaaa Am I that obvious!?!??! 😭 Breeding kink so strong it shines through da goddamn blog 😔😔

Okay but idea: instead of Ultra Magnus, Wheeljack and Predaking fighting, it devolves into an orgy 😳😳 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 🤭🤭

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 🤭🤭🤭

(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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Bee felt unsure about this,but he was the one to suggest it. Luckily, Grim would not go through this unless he gave his consent through words. They also have a safe word, so if Bee or Grim wanted to stop at any point in time, they just have to say it and they'll stop.

Bee was lying down, aft up, face down on his sheeted berth. His valve exposed to the hungry dinobot behind. Grimlock has done this many times before, licking his valve and eating him out. But this time, it's different. Bee knows what's coming next, and he is kind of ner- " O-oohhh frag.. nnng!" Grimlock's glossa swirled inside of his valve. Bee wants to look back, see what's happening but he doesn't like the look of himself looking so weak and vulnerable to ANYONE, it's doesn't matter, he always feels some slight uncomfortability. But he loves the feeling of being eaten out by Grim. Bee may not be into big bots, but he does love big, protective softies, like Grim.

"Aaahh... Primus" as Grim keeps swirling his glossa in and out as far as it can go, he teases Bee's anterior node. Just slightly putting pressure on it and moving two clawed digets around it. Be wants more of that feeling. Feeling of being eaten out and his node being rubbed sore. He craved more of it. Bee tries to buck his hips into the touch but, instead, gets none. Grim moves his head away from his dripping valve and his servo moves to his aft, cupping it slightly. Bee glares daggers at him, wondering why he withdrew from his entrance. "Why'd you stop?" Bee asked breathlessly, panting. "I mean, you are kinda needy for an overload. Why do you want it now, when you can have it later? While on my spike." Bee doesn't like it when Grim denys him an overload. "If you want it, you gotta beg for it." Grim moves his servo right above his valve but moves his other one to hold Bee in place. If Bee wanted this, he's gonna have to beg for it. "Nng! Please Grim... please" Grim knows what he wants, but he wants to hear him say it. "Please what? " Please... frag me Grim.. nn!" That's all he needed to hear. Grim slowly eases a diget into his valve, careful not to hurt him. As Grim reached his knuckle, he pulled out until his diget tip remained and thrust it back in. He kept this up at a fast pace, and he was rewarded with a variety of moans and whimpers from his sparkmate.

"Enjoying yourself Bee?" He was answered by a loud moan that escaped his throat. "Aah! Unn... Hah!" Such sinful sounds. Bee felt like he was close and as he was about to go over the edge Grim moves away. Now Bee is left panting, wondering why he left. But before he could ask, he could hear a slightly hiss. "You ready Bee?" Bee looked over and saw Grim's spike. Oh... that's why. Bee nodded a little too eagerly. Grim slowly breeched passed the swollen lips of his valve. "Aaahh... G-grim..! Nnnggh!" Grim kept slowly entering in until he was fully inside.

"O-ohh..." The two were still. No matter how many times they do this, Grimlock will always give Bee a few minutes to get used to it. When Bee had accomodated to Grimlock's girth, he gave the go ahead and the dinobot slowly started to thrust in and out of the yellow mech's valve. "Aah ah- o-ohh.. Primus Grim..." Once the larger mech had found a rhythm he sped up s little bit. "Aaahh! Frag.. Nngh..!" Bee moaned and whimpered and panted more and more and louder and louder as Grimlock picked up the pace. "Ah..! N-nngh! Hah.. hah.. mmn G-grim.. AH! m-more..." He pleaded. The smaller mech heared a deep, low almost predatorial growl from the bigger mech. The vibrations went through every bit of his frame and he picked up the pace more and more till they were hard and rough. Bee's moans grew louder and louder, if they haven't sound-proofed Bee's quarters the entire scrapyard could hear how Grimlock could reduce the lieutenant to a moaning, begging mess. When Grimlock's growls sounded deeper and more possessive, Bee knew he was close and so was he.

"A-AAH! G-GRIM! I-I'MAAH!! C-CLOOAAAH!" He couldn't finish his sentence because of how rough the taller mech was. Pounding him into the berth, fragging him silly. What would happen if he was in alt-mode? Could Bee survive that? He would be sore as slag though, he knew that much. Grim growled in response, agreeing that he is too close to his overload. "AAAHH! AH! U-UGH G-GAAAHH!!" Bee couldn't hold back any sounds. It's just too much. The rough, hard and fast thrusts of his sparkmate, the vibrations from above and the feeling of an overload. Bee's came first, when he climaxed, his inner walls clenched down, spasming and twitching. Grim soon followed after, thrusting a few more times before he overloaded inside his leader.

When they both came down from their high, the green mech transformed into his dino-mode. Bee looked behind him, just for a moment to see that his glossa is already hovering over his valve. His face dove into his pillow when that insanely large appendage licked over the surface of his swollen valve. He lapped at his entrance until Bee was begging for more. Bee doesn't like to beg, it's just not quite what he's into but when he's being fucked silly, he'll beg for more. "G-grim... Ah-! Please... p-please..." He said between breathless pants. The dinobot obliged and his thick glossa breached passed the wet lips of his hole and started to swirl inside until he was at his ceiling node and then some, the rest was stuffed inside of his gestation chamber. The fact that his glossa was able to reach that far was impressive, or was it amazing? Bee can't describe they feeling in his gut from the fact.

As bphis next overload started to build up, his thick glossa retreated back to it's owner. The smaller mech let out a whine of disappointment from the loss, but... this is it... this is what Bee wanted to try. No turning back now. He thought to himself as he looked up to see Grim trying to look down. Before he started to frag him, waited to see if he still wanted to do this. "It's okay, Grim.. you can go." Though the green dino mech would still stop if Bee said the safe word, he won't go gentle.

Grim's large spike was released from it's casing and pressurized in an instant. The green bot moved to insert his tip into the smaller's stretched out valve. He went in slow. At first, this felt amazing to Bee, the sheer girth of it felt good, almost overwhelming, until it did. When it got about half way in, it became too much for him. "AAAHH- W-WAIT!! AH-!" He stopped and waited for the go ahead or to be told to get out, he was ready for either one. Once Bee had accomodated to the much bigger shaft, he gave the green light. "Y-you can go..." Grim continued to enter Bee and stop when it had gotten too much, but as he went further in, lighting up all of his nodes, stops became less frequent.

It wasn't until his spike reached his gestation chamber when he realized just how big he was, he thought it was just a little bigger, only size difference was that it had more girth, and he didn't realize that the texture was different too, it's much more rough, and the bio-lights bulged out more. Guess he was too lost in pleasure to notice. Bee was knocked out of his thoughts when the large appendage entered his gestation tank and filled him up to the brim. He didn't stop till he was full sheathed inside of his warm, tight valve. He gave Bee a few more minutes to accommodate to his size.

When Bee was writhing underneath him, he started to move. Slowly at first, careful not to hurt him but when rhythm was found and care was lost, he started to pick up the pace rapidly. "AAAHH!! AH AH HAH A-AAH!! F-FUCK GRIM AH!" All Bee could make were loud moans and needy whimpers and curses while Grim started to frag him senseless. Grim's thrusts became rough and hard and fast and rapid and too much for Bee to handle. The pleasure was overwhelming, so much so that when Grim's spike twitches even just a little against his g-spot or ceiling node, he starts to see stars. And Bee underestimated how long his mate could go, and the yellow mech could feel his overload build up at an alarming rate, but Grim isn't fazed at all when it came crashing down on Bee. Bee's overload was one hadn't felt before, his valve gushed out more transfluid than usual. Well, it wasn't all transfluid, lubricant was leaking out too.

Bee feels limp and so overstimulated that he can't even make a coherent sound any more. Bee is way past his limits and he can't do anything as his whole frame is sore, but in a good way. But soon Grim had to overload, he hold it back forever. And as if his thrusts couldn't get any more rough, they did, and faster and harder and much, much more rapid. Bee's moans went up a notch to the point where his throat hurts. It was sore. Very sore and he was about to overload again but more powerful. Grim was also close, his growls were deep and needy. Grim thrusted a couple of times before he was fully set inside of the warm and tight cavern that was his lieutenant's valve. When his mate's climax hit, he was filled up to what his body will allow.

Bee wondered why his overload lasts longer in dino mode that bipedal? Oh... He thought, Grim's spike inflated, actually, a part inflated. His knot. And more transfluid came out and tried to make room in his already full valve and chamber. Bee's pants and whimpers went from pure pleasure and need to panic. His abdominal plating started to swell. He thought he might get knocked up after this. What will his team think? What will Optimus think? Will they hate him? Will Bee's worst nightmare come to life? What would happen? When the swelling stopped and the started to deflate, so did Bee's panic. Well... not all of it but down to a manageable level and where he can feel the pleasure start to take place again.

"You okay Bee?" Grim asked, wanting to know if he hurt him or not. "I'm... I'm okay, Grim just... tired." Grim nuzzled his helm onto the smaller mech's in a way to try and comfort him. Grim then started to move, slowly moving out of his mate's warm, and not-so-tight cavern. His spike came out with a slick pop and transfluid started to gush out, having no room left. Bee started to push down on the uncomfortable bulge is his stomach. Trying to get rid of as much fluid as possible. Grim helped by using his maw to push from different angles.

When it nothing would come out, Grim transformed back into root mode and nuzzled close to his lover. Bee returned the gesture and started to cuddle with him. I'll clean up later...

@manhattan-gamestop couldn't find the post so I screenshoted it. Uh anyways

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I'm so sorry for what you have to deal with, but I do hope it gets better!

If there's someone out there who likes TFP Mags as much as I do, can you write a silly crack thing about Ultra Magnus?

Its about how Ultra Magnus is starting to aroused by everything around him and he decides to go to the washracks in hopes that a cold shower can help him but it backfires and he yells (bc he thinks he's alone, but he's kinda not) "PRIMUS DAMNIT WHY IS EVERYTHING MAKING ME HORNY!?" I'd think it's be funny. Bonus if someone helps him. All because he's been alone for too damn long in space fighting a war

What if Ultra Magnus' big ass shoulders are removable or retractable. Cuz ain't that shit uncomfortable???? Cuz I would find it so

Oh it's awesome that oxygen is pale blue in liquid/solid forms that is exactly the color it should be. Everything works out

Kinktober Day 2: Sex Machine (TFP Ultra Magnus)

Word Count: 729

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.

“Does that feel good, Commander?” 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.

“Watch yourself, soldier.” 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.

“Are you getting close, sir?” 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.

“Who said you could stop?” He growled. You simply smirked in return and answered his question with the machine whirring to life.

“I said so.” 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, “Will you stop teasing me and go fas- MNHAA~”

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. “Only good boys get to overload Commander. You're going to have to earn it.”

Completed artwork

I might go with something different, but I would like to hear others opinions to help