#coolant valve

[sw5w]

Sabé and Her Soldiers Join the Fight

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:47:42

[spookysaladchaos]

Global top 24 companies accounted for 45% of total Engine Cooling System, Refrigeration System, Coolants & Coolant Flow Control Valves market(qyresearch, 2021)

The engine-cooling system serves not just to keep the engine cool, but to also keep its temperature warm enough to ensure efficient, clean operation. System components include a radiator to dissipate heat, a fan or fans to ensure adequate airflow for radiator cooling, a thermostat valve that opens when the desired operating temperature is reached and a water pump (or coolant pump) to circulate coolant through the engine, hoses and other components.

According to the new market research report “Global Engine Cooling System, Refrigeration System, Coolants & Coolant Flow Control Valves Market Report 2023-2029”, published by QYResearch, the global Engine Cooling System, Refrigeration System, Coolants & Coolant Flow Control Valves market size is projected to reach USD 33.72 billion by 2029, at a CAGR of 7.9% during the forecast period.

Figure.   Global Engine Cooling System, Refrigeration System, Coolants & Coolant Flow Control Valves Market Size (US$ Mn), 2018-2029

Figure.   Global Engine Cooling System, Refrigeration System, Coolants & Coolant Flow Control Valves Top 24 Players Ranking and Market Share（Based on data of 2021, Continually updated）

The global key manufacturers of Engine Cooling System, Refrigeration System, Coolants & Coolant Flow Control Valves include Kaideli, FRIGEL, Baltimore Aircoil, Star Refrigeration, Square Technology, Zhejiang Gaoxiang, LU-VE, Evapco, Johnson Controls, Hussmann Corporation, etc. In 2021, the global top five players had a share approximately 45.0% in terms of revenue.

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[noohyah]

5.4L Triton V8 Engine: Specs, Performance, and Everything You Need to Know!

If you are looking for a powerful, reliable, and versatile engine for your Ford vehicle, you might want to consider the 5.4L Triton V8 engine.  This engine is part of Ford’s Modular V8 engine family, which has been in production since 1997.  Thanks to its innovative design and features, the 5.4L Triton V8 engine offers impressive performance, durability, and fuel efficiency.  In this article, you…

[padminivnamechatronicsltd]

Rotary Coolant Controller Valves for Automobiles

Modern engines (Electric vehicle Thermal management system) use water-based (Coolant) cooling to regulate engine temperatures. This process is regulated by rotary valves that Control water temperature of essential components of an engine. The actual cooling is done by the radiator, but the coolant regulates the process. If you choose the correct rotary coolant control valve, you can greatly optimize your vehicle’s performance. Here are some of the most important benefits of using rotary control valves in automobiles: 

3 Crucial Benefits of Rotary Coolant Control Valve 

Automatic Functioning

A well-designed and market-standard rotary coolant control valve will work automatically. On feedback of internal temperature from MCU, CCV kicks into action when it detects your engine overheating. This helps regulate the control in your engine effectively without requiring manual intervention. Moreover, reputed rotary coolant control valve manufacturers will implement emergent technologies and enable you to get the most out of your car engine. This includes replacement alert sensors, code error messages etc. to help you keep your car engine and other parts in ideal shape. 

Greater Engine Integrity

Rotary valves have fewer moving parts, and this means they are more stable.  Because of this, your engine suffers from less breakage and its lifespan increases. This translates into more reliable operations and reduces the need for replacement of all linked parts. The best rotary valve manufacturers also fabricate their products to fit government policy standards. This is better than parts that are made for general rotary valve control purposes since they fit the engines better and perform more effectively. 

Minimized Waste

Wasting car coolant refuse is a big problem that can curb your vehicle’s overall efficiency by a lot. Moreover, you could lose a lot of money just replacing coolants regularly when the bigger problem is your rotary coolant control valve. However, if you choose reliable rotary coolant control valve manufacturers you will get better waste management, lesser/minimal leaks and more overall efficiency for your vehicles. Alternating Multi-position coolant valves also allows cars to redistribute heated water throughout the car itself to insulate seats in frigid weather. If your valve is outdated or malfunctioning, then you may lose out on this heating efficiency while also suffering from leaks. So, choosing the right valve can solve all of these problems.   

Where Should You Find the Best Rotary Coolant Control Valve Manufacturers?

Padmini VNA Mechatronics Ltd. is one of the biggest names in the Indian rotary coolant control valve market. We offer a wide range of options to clients based on their vehicle type and needs. We have been working in this market for 18 years and continually bring new technologies from the global arena. Check out our extensive product catalogue on our official website!

[ghostplasmas]

Walking iterator design! Inspired by @capricoopla 's mobile iterators! I went for more of a mix between a few different things- namely nosk from Hollow Knight! It was supposed to look like a massive spider but it kinda looks like a fucked up giraffe weevil.

(more in depth design nerd stuff under the cut)

The body being built more akin to a spider allows for the neurons the iterators need to be stored somewhere safe and protected- the abdomen! Aka their massive spider booty. It can hold a TON of neurons- albeit very very cramped with minimal space for the neurons to move. This DOES affect the iterators- making them experience mood swings, constant spaghetti string thoughts™, and memory jumbling, but it allows for them to stay properly sapient and allows them to keep their memories and processing power.

The thorax (the part the head is connected to) is the main powering system. Inside isa leftover refraction cell- being inputted into a much smaller scale heart. The section it's hooked up to regulates the "voltage" being put out- that way the entire thing doesn't explode from an overload. The refraction cell is how the entire body is able to move in the first place!

The body is very heavy and sturdy, being able to withstand the rain if needed.its also covered in vents from its ventilation, as well as some addition steam valves to let trapped vapor from its coolant systems out.

[mychlapci]

I have this personal HC that Ratchet has an high sex drive, and have toys to satisfy his needs…

Once he’s with Drift he still keeps using them now and then. He and Drift have an healthy sex life, specially at the begin of their relationship.

When Rodimus join the polycule, he takes personal offense that Ratchet still masturbates. Not because he thinks it wrong, but because he feels like he not giving Ratchet enough spike.

Hence, marathon sex where Roddy almost melt his and Ratchet’s array off, fills him up with so much transfluids, really fucks the both of them stupid.

mhmm Ratchet with a high libido... Drift doesn't mind that his conjunx still masturbates, he's gotten used to entering their habsuite and hearing soft moans form the shower. Why would he mind? Ratchet is always ready to take his spike at the end of the day, even if he'd overloaded twice around his favourite toys. Perhaps he even finds it hot that Ratchet is so insatiable.

Rodimus? Oh he's so spark-broken. He keeps bugging Ratchet about it, asking him if they're really not giving him enough spike. Ratchet assures him that's not true, he just gets horny more often than them! And when he gets horny, he likes to jerk off, it has nothing to do with Drift or Rodimus. But Roddy won't have it. He needs to satisify Ratchet, and after a while Ratchet just... agrees to let him.

mhmmm The two of them spend an entire day frantically fucking as a result... Rodimus has Ratchet pinned under him and is fucking into him even as his hips get tired and his engine starts sputtering. He's dripping coolant all over Ratchet, gasping as his spike burns and throbs inside of Ratchet's scalding hot valve, spurting his, what, twelfth, thirteenth? load of transfluid into him. Ratchet is a squirting, moaning mess.

Drift walks in at the end of his shift to find his dear conjunxes grinding into each other, making out sloppily as they continue to fuck for the, how long has it been? Around ten hours since Drift has left? Wow, Ratchet's got some stamina for an older mech <3

Of course, Drift has the one last turn on Ratchet's poor, abused valve before they all clean up and go to sleep. Rodimus is happy that he's proven to Ratchet that he can give him enough spike to keep him satisfied, Drift is glad they're getting along so well, and Ratchet just knows his valve is going to ache next morning....

[uselessmicrowave]

kinktober day fourteen

tfp megatron x reader

tws/content- degradation, brat taming, cybertronian reader, gn reader, swearing, orgasm denial, crying, dub con, sadism/masochism, punishment, guilt (?)

“You are the neediest fragging brat I’ve ever had in my berth.” Megatron growls, forcing you against the berth again, his servos digging into your spinal strut as he pushes you. You whine into the pillow, arching and clawing at the sheets. “You’re gonna act right when I’m doing my own damn work?”

You shake your head no, your legs faltering and slipping apart from Megatron’s constant and fast pace. He squeezes the back of your neck cables carelessly, shoving you down onto his spike again and again. You whimper with each thrust, soon panting out quick apologizes.

“‘M sorry- really really sorry Megatron!” you whine, muffled by the pillow. You can feel coolant start to bead up in your optics, grinding backwards into him and gripping at the sheets. “Lord Megatron!”

“I don’t want to hear it,” he growls, scratching your shoulder plating and making sure it would hurt. “you’re going to take this punishment and learn your lesson.”

Megatron growls, moving a servo to your thigh plating and slamming you onto his spike. His groans fuel the heavy swirling feeling in your body, making you tremble and squeeze down onto him. He offers you no praise, no reward for sitting and taking his penalties with only the promise that it wouldn’t happen when you acted right. He grunts, roughly gripping your thigh and shoulder plating, pushing as far into your valve. The sound of your plating crunching and the feeling of his spike pressing against your ceiling node makes you squeal. You let out quick vents, trying to keep yourself quiet while Megatron pumps you full of his transfluid.

“Yes… you’ll behave next time, won’t you.” he gasps, catching his vents quickly and sliding out of you. You keep your helm down, aft up to let him look at you all he wants.

You feel sort of gross.

[staticnonapus]

About your Dreadwing and Optimus post

A follow up to that can be threesome with Megatron that shows Dreadwing just how rough ha can be when using Optimus

Dreadwing gets to see just how much of a spike slut OP is and gets to frag him again while watching the Prime get spit roasted on his and Megatron's spike

Or maybe one Descepticon gets one hole and they do him like that? Could do both one after the other 👀

Either way Optimus ends up as a fragged out mess covered in transfluid (he loves it)

Hgnnnnn Optimus getting railed by his decepticon bfs…

He was expecting a sensual bonding session when he proposed this offer, secretly hoping dreadwing would change his mind and join the autobots.

When megaton showed up things went wrong quickly. He was pinned down and his panel ripped off. Megaton dug those claws into his valve fragging him open. The loud obscene noise of dripping lubricant made his face heat up. The surprise quickly turned into lust, especially with Dreadwing watching him as he got violated. None of this should happen, but somehow he’s excited and turned on.

Megaton being the menace he was held op’s legs spread and high up as he fragged into him. Forcing Optimus to stay fully exposed while getting pounded into oblivion. Dreadwing’s hard spike pressed against his closed panel, he wanted to pop it open and have prime’s pretty intake wrapped around his spike, but megaton ordered him to stand down. A few rounds later the stoic well-mannered prime was already a sobbing mess, optics dazed lips swollen and covered in coolant lubricant and transfluid. He looks more like a disposable shareware than a leader now.

Optimus didn’t bother to resist when dreadwing joined them. Opening his intake and took the whole spike in with ease. He could hear Megs in the back laughing about how he was ‘build for being a spike slut’, but not a single coherent thought could be formed before dreadwing pounded into his vocalizer. They sure took their time filling all his tanks. Dreadwing got overwhelmed when he squeezed into op’s valve together with Meg’s huge spike. It was too tight and hot and Optimus was clinging onto him for dear life, crying and screaming in pain and pleasure. Right after he overloaded he couldn’t hold his tank, staring with a few drop that leaked then hot waste fluid poured into Optimus’s forge. Half of it gushed out mixing with Optimus’s own waste, and megs topped up the forge with transfluid again.

By dawn all three of them were spent and exhausted. The entire chamber stinks of waste oil and ozone. Megs pulled out and left for the washrack, leaving Optimus on top of dreadwing offlined. Dreadwing couldn’t move under the weight, Optimus was drained of energy and his system entered repair mode while his processor rest, a faint sated smile stayed on his faceplate. Maybe the prime did gained his trust after going through all this, Dreadwing thought to himself.

[ikkosu]

Hi. Yknow what? Fk it. Im sending the rodimus closet here. It's not finished but i can't sit still. Enjoy. Will re-write and end it properly 👹

Rodimus shoved you in a closet only for him to get shoved in too by some bots who saw what he did. Now, you're stuck with him and he began acting cocky like "Oh, whatever shall we do. Guess we better make ourselves comfortable~" being the flirt he is with you when you finally put him in his place cuz he's been up your aft all week by shoving two digits in his mouth and force him to suck it despite him gagging.

His pretty face dripped with coolant from his optics when he tried so hard not to gag and managed to cuss you a bit for a moment, you pulled out your digits and caressed his legs, and thighs till you reached his panels, demanding him to open and show you his pretty valve which was dripping wet with pink slick when he did❤️❤️

His valve is so pretty that you took your time to admire it before shoving the same digits in, causing him to whine and jolt in his place in pain from the sudden penetration. He can't move to get away from you since you're in a tight closet with little to no space. You moved your digits at high speed, hearing him whimper, and moan, all the unholy sounds that you may or may not have imagined from him. Praising him here and there while also slips in a lil bit of degrading, saying,

"Pathetic for the Lost Light captain to be moaning like a bitch for a mere mechanic. You like that, huh? You like how my digits move in you? How'd they frag you so deliciously?"

He only whined and couldn't form any words with how dumb you had fragged him just with your fingers. You kissed him for a moment to quiet him down, fearing someone might hear the things you two were doing. When he neared his overload, you stopped. He noticed this, obviously, and whined loudly at why you'd stop? You told him to name one thing why you should let him overload and he replied with, "Cuz, I'm your captain..?"

"Wrong."

You pinched and twisted his anterior node causing him to let out a loud cry with some small "stop!" And "no!!" You did stop and told him to answer it again. He weakly said,

"I let you touch me inappropriately, kiss me, play with my valve and you're just teasing me till I'm at the brink of overloading but can't get that release too... I've been good. A good bot. I'm your good bot so please... Please, let me overload. Please, please.."

WORMY OH MY GOD !!!! YOU COOKED SO HARD MY HOUSE BURNT DOWN in a good way ofc OH MY GOD ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️YES PLEASTHE I WANT HIM WHIMPERING BY SOMEOENS DIGITS OMGGG THIS IS SO GOOD

Please finish it pooketh 😭😭😭 I am dying for more

"causing him to whine and jolt from the sudden penetration" — line killed me 🛐🛐🛐🛐

KEEP COOKING WORMY ILL BE DESPERATELY WAITING

[reaper2187]

Asami sato x female reader

The sun was setting over Republic City, casting a warm, golden glow over the tall buildings and busy streets. The day's hustle and bustle were beginning to wind down, leaving a peaceful calm in the air. The soft hum of satomobiles blended with the distant murmur of the evening crowd.

Y/N Beifong, daughter of Lin Beifong and a proud member of the Republic City Police Force, walked through the streets, her boots echoing softly against the pavement. She was tall and athletic, with short hair and a confident stride that turned heads. Her uniform, though slightly rumpled from a long day, still held an air of authority and respect.

Y/N had inherited her mother’s no-nonsense attitude, but underneath that tough exterior was a kind heart, especially when it came to her girlfriend, Asami Sato. Asami, the brilliant inventor and CEO of Future Industries, was the light in Y/N’s life, balancing her rough edges with grace and warmth.

As Y/N approached the gates of the Sato mansion, she felt the familiar flutter of excitement. No matter how exhausting her day had been, the thought of seeing Asami always brought a smile to her face. She pushed open the gate and walked up the path to the front door, her heart lightening with each step.

Asami met her at the door, her eyes lighting up with joy. She was dressed casually in a simple blouse and pants, her hair cascading over her shoulders. She wrapped her arms around Y/N in a warm embrace, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“Welcome home, love,” Asami whispered, her voice full of affection.

“Thanks, Sami,” Y/N replied, her arms tightening around her. “I missed you.”

They stood there for a moment, just holding each other, letting the world fade away. Finally, Asami pulled back slightly, her eyes sparkling.

“Come on, I’ve got something I need your help with,” she said, taking Y/N’s hand and leading her inside.

Y/N followed her through the grand halls of the mansion, down to the workshop. The room was filled with various gadgets and blueprints, the air humming with creativity and innovation. Asami led her to a large table in the center of the room, where a partially assembled satomobile engine lay.

“I’ve been working on a new design,” Asami explained, her eyes alight with passion. “It’s more efficient and eco-friendly, but I’ve hit a bit of a snag with the cooling system.”

Y/N looked at the intricate machinery, her brow furrowing in concentration. “What seems to be the problem?”

Asami handed her a blueprint, pointing out the issue. “The coolant isn’t circulating properly. I’ve tried adjusting the valves, but it’s still overheating.”

Y/N studied the blueprint for a moment, her analytical mind at work. “Have you considered re-routing the coolant lines here?” she suggested, pointing to a section of the diagram.

Asami’s eyes widened in realization. “Of course! That makes perfect sense.”

Together, they set to work, their movements synchronized and efficient. Y/N’s strong, capable hands made quick work of the adjustments, while Asami provided the technical expertise. They worked in comfortable silence, their minds in perfect harmony.

As the evening wore on, they took a break, sitting together on a nearby bench. Asami leaned against Y/N, resting her head on her shoulder.

“Thank you for your help,” Asami said softly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Y/N smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I’m always here for you, Sami. No matter what.”

They sat there for a while, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment. Eventually, they resumed their work, the engine slowly taking shape under their skilled hands.

By the time they finished, it was late into the night. The engine hummed smoothly, the coolant flowing perfectly. Asami looked at it with satisfaction, her eyes shining with pride.

“We did it,” she said, turning to Y/N with a grateful smile.

Y/N grinned, wiping her hands on a rag. “We make a pretty good team, don’t we?”

Asami laughed, her eyes sparkling with joy. “The best.”

They cleaned up the workshop, putting away tools and tidying the space. Once everything was in order, they headed back upstairs, hand in hand.

In the cozy warmth of the living room, they settled on the couch, a blanket draped over their legs. Asami snuggled close to Y/N, her head resting on her chest. Y/N wrapped her arms around her, holding her close.

They talked softly, sharing stories about their day, their hopes and dreams for the future. Asami’s voice was soothing, a gentle melody that lulled Y/N into a state of blissful contentment.

Eventually, their conversation slowed, replaced by the comfortable silence of two people deeply in love. Y/N felt her eyelids growing heavy, the warmth of Asami’s body lulling her to sleep.

Just as she was drifting off, she heard Asami’s soft voice.

“I love you, Y/N,” she whispered, her breath warm against Y/N’s neck.

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with love. “I love you too, Sami. Always.”

As the night settled around them, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, their hearts beating in perfect harmony. In the quiet of the Sato mansion, amidst the hum of machinery and the distant sounds of the city, Y/N and Asami found their peace, wrapped in the warmth of their love.

[sw5w]

Battle Droids Driven Back

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:47:29

[veryconnoisseurcherryblossom]

Edging

Summary: You've been teasing Rodimus for 2 hours now, he deserves some release.

Pairing: Rodimus/Reader

Fandom: IDW Transformers

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No warnings

Tags: Edging, Overload Denial, Light BDSM Themes, Rodimus goes into Subspace

"B-babe, please, l-let me- please-"

Rodimus begged. He wasn't quite sobbing, but the fluid in his optics let you know that you needed to wrap up the scene soon. You hummed with false sincerity, carefully moving your hips around and causing Rodimus's vents to shudder, the tip of his spike grinding against the entrance of your valve.

"Alright, you've been a good boy- 10 seconds. Go."

The chronometer was set, and Rodimus immediately slammed his hips against yours, frantically thrusting into you with desperation. Biting your lip to keep you moans at bay, you silently counted down, each thrust hitting you right in the ceiling node with a delicious slap. Until...

"Time's up, Roddy."

The whine, Primus, the whine Rodimus emitted as he quickly stopped halfway thrusting was so satisfying. He looked at you with wide, wet, pleading optics. His voice was heavy with static as he began to beg.

"Please, pl-please, just- just 5 more seconds, I'm so-"

"You know the rules. Pull out, tip only."

This time, Rodimus did sob as he slowly, tortuously pulled out till only the tip remained inside. He shuttered his optics close, coolant tears now freely falling. You could smell the faint wisp of smoke that was beginning to emanate from his engine, a clear sign that Rodimus had been played with enough.

“You’re such a good boy, Roddy. Aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, yes, I-I am, I just-”

“And I think you deserve to be… rewarded for your behaviour.”

The near puppy dog pleading optics Rodimus gave you could shatter the strongest of wills, not helping the big, fat tears sliding down his cheek plates. It had taken you two hours to get to this point, a new record.

“Go on, then. Go.”

If not giving him a time limit hadn’t clued him in, you wrapping your legs around his hips told him something clear- he was allowed to finally, finally overload. His face broke into an excited smile, his bright blue optics shining brilliantly.

He clung onto you, holding you close as he cried for joy. Each thrust was short and quick, he didn’t want to draw this out any longer. He had one, singular goal in his processor- overload. Each thrust was accompanied with a metallic clang and wet slapping noise that echoed around the room. You were most definitely going to have to buff out some lovely paint transfers.

“F-fuck! Oh fuck, you feel so good!”

Rodimus groaned out, almost deliriously. His exhaust pipes on his arms were beginning to splutter more smoke, loud revving noises coming from his engine. Your calipers clenched tightly on his spike, drawing out a loud, throaty shout.

“Fuck!”

With a final cry, Rodimus slammed his hips against yours, flames bursting from his exhaust pipes. A whimper leaving his lips as warmth bloomed into your gestational tank. Rodimus all but collapsed on top of you, exventing deeply. Tears streaked down his faceplate, his optics looked dazed, far off. In subspace.

“You were such a good boy, Roddy- so splendid, you did so well.”

You softly cooed into his audials, bringing your servo to his face to gently wipe his tears away. After a scene or any extreme interface session really, Rodimus’ aftercare involved a lot of gentle affirmation, telling him he did wonderful. He nodded, a small smile tugging at his lip. His voice was filled with static again, but softer.

“Y-yeah?”

“You were so good.”

Leaning in, you gave him a kiss on his opticbrow. He looked at you with a distant look, his processor would be barely running and it’d be hard for him to think, to vocalise his thoughts. You knew from experience. His optic brow furrowed, his smile dipping into a small frown.

“You- you didn’t-”

Smiling, you cupped his cheek with your servo gently to stop him from finishing. He blinked, staring at you with dazed optics.

“It’s fine. I wanted to get you off. This was all about you.”

You spoke with a soft voice, comforting, easing his worries. Kissing his cheek softly, you pulled away, gasping at the feeling of Rodimus’ spike being pulled out of you and blushing as his transfluid slowly seeped out.

“Let me look after you, Roddy. You deserve it.”

[autooptic]

1938 Mercedes-Benz W154

In September 1936, the AIACR (Association Internationale des Automobile Clubs Reconnus), the governing body of motor racing, set the new Grand Prix regulations effective from 1938. Key stipulations included a maximum engine displacement of three liters for supercharged engines and 4.5 liters for naturally aspirated engines, with a minimum car weight ranging from 400 to 850 kilograms, depending on engine size.

By the end of the 1937 season, Mercedes-Benz engineers were already hard at work developing the new W154, exploring various ideas, including a naturally aspirated engine with a W24 configuration, a rear-mounted engine, direct fuel injection, and fully streamlined bodies. Ultimately, due to heat management considerations, they opted for an in-house developed 60-degree V12 engine designed by Albert Heess. This engine mirrored the displacement characteristics of the 1924 supercharged two-liter M 2 L 8 engine, with each of its 12 cylinders displacing 250 cc. Using glycol as a coolant allowed temperatures to reach up to 125°C. The engine featured four overhead camshafts operating 48 valves via forked rocker arms, with three cylinders combined under welded coolant jackets, and non-removable heads. It had a high-capacity lubrication system, circulating 100 liters of oil per minute, and initially utilized two single-stage superchargers, later replaced by a more efficient two-stage supercharger in 1939.

The first prototype engine ran on the test bench in January 1938, and by February 7, it had achieved a nearly trouble-free test run, producing 427 hp (314 kW) at 8,000 rpm. During the first half of the season, drivers such as Caracciola, Lang, von Brauchitsch, and Seaman had access to 430 hp (316 kW), which later increased to over 468 hp (344 kW). At the Reims circuit, Hermann Lang's W154 was equipped with the most powerful version, delivering 474 hp (349 kW) and reaching 283 km/h (176 mph) on the straights. Notably, the W154 was the first Mercedes-Benz racing car to feature a five-speed gearbox.

Max Wagner, tasked with designing the suspension, had an easier job than his counterparts working on the engine. He retained much of the advanced chassis architecture from the previous year's W125 but enhanced the torsional rigidity of the frame by 30 percent. The V12 engine was mounted low and at an angle, with the carburetor air intakes extending through the expanded radiator grille.

The driver sat to the right of the propeller shaft, and the W154's sleek body sat close to the ground, lower than the tops of its tires. This design gave the car a dynamic appearance and a low center of gravity. Both Manfred von Brauchitsch and Richard Seaman, whose technical insights were highly valued by Chief Engineer Rudolf Uhlenhaut, praised the car's excellent handling.

The W154 became the most successful Silver Arrow of its era. Rudolf Caracciola secured the 1938 European Championship title (as the World Championship did not yet exist), and the W154 won three of the four Grand Prix races that counted towards the championship.

To ensure proper weight distribution, a saddle tank was installed above the driver's legs. In 1939, the addition of a two-stage supercharger boosted the V12 engine, now named the M163, to 483 hp (355 kW) at 7,800 rpm. Despite the AIACR's efforts to curb the speed of Grand Prix cars, the new three-liter formula cars matched the lap times of the 1937 750-kg formula cars, demonstrating that their attempt was largely unsuccessful. Over the winter of 1938-39, the W154 saw several refinements, including a higher cowl line around the cockpit for improved driver safety and a small, streamlined instrument panel mounted to the saddle tank. As per Uhlenhaut’s philosophy, only essential information was displayed, centered around a large tachometer flanked by water and oil temperature gauges, ensuring the driver wasn't overwhelmed by unnecessary data.

[cozzzynook]

Bumblebee just casually admitting the life he lived before becoming an autobot. It’s admittedly terrifying how calm and detached he sounds as he reveals he wasn’t a regular citizen bot like the others believed him to be. They each had their fair share of trauma but they never imagined Bumblebee to have the most horrifying past between them.

And the most terrifying thing about the little mech was how indifferent he seemed as he talked about it. He gave little detail but it was enough to shake them at their core. His usual childish and bright optics looked far too aged and dim to belong to someone so young and typically full of life. The way he carried himself when he spoke of life on the streets as a sparkling forced to result to being a pleasurebot at such a young build made their sparks turn and their tanks rock solid with despair and unease.

Bumblebee did not meet optic to optic with them when it slipped the first time nor did he look their direction the second time. His teammates made sure he was out of earshot when they purged their tanks at such revelations no matter how short, clipped and brief.

Bumblebee always kept a slight distance once it was brought up and made sure the others were at arms reach for days on end, unable to take how their optics looked at him.

Telling it casually to Blitzwing one night during their secret meetings was honestly a slip up he hadn’t meant to let happen. He had no intentions of telling the con anything vital of himself nor had he any want of the con laughing at his hidden past that he preferred be kept a secret.

He remembers staring with empty optics at the cons chassis before lifting himself expertly off the overly thick and painfully large spike as he stood on shaking stabilizers. Letting the excess energon and transfluids slip from his throbbing and stretched out valve as he closed his port and began the slow shaky trek back to base.

He waved a servo over his helm in parting making it a few steps away before being gripped around his waist and pulled flush against Blitzwings burning chassis armor.

“Vhat did jou just say?”

The deadly calm tone coming Hothead of all mechs was enough to ruffle Bumblebee’s empty optics and void spark.

“Put me down please.”

His request was not granted and the flashes of his teammates haunting optics crowded his processor keeping him from looking at Blitzwing’s face plates.

The triple changer didn’t bother with demanding his bug look at him, he didn’t bother to force him into conversation nor did he do anything more than heave tornado vent after vent in an attempt to cool himself internally.

Blitzwing simply held him close chassis to chassis, spark to spark, trembling frame that quaked in barely contained rage to a frozen shut frame that barely held life as Bumblebee leaked steady coolant.

There was nothing more than a shell that carved his face plates as he was held against Blitzwing. The bot gripped him tight in an effort to keep both himself and the other afloat. It was as if the con feared letting the bug go meant letting the last of his sanity go and he just couldn’t.

“please…”

Blitzwing didn’t bother trying to ask what those words meant, he wasn’t sure he could handle hearing such a broken vox and see a broken bot he grew to deeply care for more than he ever let on.

Blitzwing may have a fractured mind from undergoing the triple changer procedure but he was by no means a bucket bolt dolt. He knew there was something that haunted every bot in the ongoing war. In some way everyone was affected by something and he knew Bumblebee was no exception no matter how bright and cheery the little yellow bug was.

But this. This?

He was never expecting this of all things.

A bot like Bumblebee didn’t deserve to have suffered a fate such as this. He knew something was up when from the very beginning the bot was far too experienced for someone so young. At first he chalked it up to the mini bot having been in boot camp with other mechs. But when his bug revealed he didn’t interface with anyone besides one bot in particular during boot camp he was highly suspicious and wildly jealous at the idea of it being one of two suspected teammates.

But when his bug said the green one was only a close friend and he had no romantic or physical interest in the black and gold mech he was hostile at it being the Prime. Bumblebee outright rejected the idea of even being with Prime and the old medic was never an option and so Blitzwing grew nervous, deep in his spark he knew something was wrong but he didn’t want to believe anything but his bug being ashamed at having berthed so many partner bots.

He never hinted nor openly pried simply enjoyed holding his bug close and being sure to interface as intimately as his bug allowed.

Could he hold his bug by the faceplates as he kissed along his dermas? Letting his servos clasp curved slim hips with an affection he found within he never knew could exist. He wanted his bug gripping his hip struts tight with shaking stabilizers. He wanted to hear those delicious moans surround his audios as yellow servos scraped the paint from his shoulders. His processor dreamed of the day he could fill his bugs tight vavle with his own transfluid, safe in a berth from any war that rages as he envisions the family he once longed for eons ago. Before the war erupted, before factions existed, before he tasted the energon of his fallen comrades and the metals of his enemies.

He wanted so many things before war took hold and grabbed him. Things he’d abandoned in the face of an endless war and cruel existence forced upon him by unyielding bots who pushed them to the brink of collapse in a war they never let physically touch their servos.

Oh how he longed for such an existence with his bug who never spoke of sparklings nor family besides his small faction on Earth. To Blitzwing they were more comrades to his bug besides the big green one and the little human he’s seen his bug look at fondly. It pulled something in his spark to see his bug give a carriers affection to the little creature regardless of how much he hates most of human kind.

But now as his split processor flickers between the memories of his bug so tenderly holding the human as he moved about in front of his base to the sight of him cradling something a bit bigger. Something that beeped and squirmed, happy to be his bugs arms, close to the familiar beat of his spark, little fuzzy optics recognizing him and giggling something pure as they try to reach out to him.

To the empty blue he risks his spark for by meeting with him, separating him on the battlefield to hold him in desperate servos, thinking of fleeing his faction all for the sake of living eternity with the one bot whose mere presence granted his haunted and screaming processor and battle hardened and broken spark peace.

“mien hummel…”

“don’t.”

Its wispy and aching, pained by a life Blitzwing himself has never been forced to imagine. It breaks his spark and his digestion tanks churn painfully until he feels his sunrise of rations will come back up his throat past his glossa.

“I still,” it’s interrupted yet again by his bug who lashes out with anger, a pede hitting against his insignia and a servo pushing against his face plate. But Blitzwing is just as stubborn as his hummel if not more stubborn in such a crucial moment.

“I von’t let you go,” he whispers in his hummels audial, dermas ghosting over a faded scar, “mein hummel, no matter what jour mein hummel.”

Blitzwing did not ever lie and say he was good with comforting or words for that matter but it seems the few words he did speak from the spark and the spark driven back strut crushing hug he had on the little yellow scout spoke more than he physically could.

He hated the feeling of Bumblebee’s coolant dripping down into his neck cables, the painful grip that chipped paint along his neck guards from tiny servos that were shaking. The deafening silence of Bumblebee’s leaking accompanied with a painful quiver of his mini frame that seemed so much smaller as the little scout curled into him.

Blitzwing didn’t see his day taking a turn in this direction but he would gladly deal with the emotional strain if it meant helping his hummel.

Be it tracking down each and every bot that dared touch his precious bug or the people who cruelly left Bumblebee to fend for himself as a mere spark and youngling on the cold dirty streets of their home planet. He would find and hunt them down making them wish their spark had never been forged.

But if his bug wanted nothing more, could handle nothing more, than having him curled above his very spark. Audio pressed to hear every pump of life sustaining energon work through his frame under the protection of the night. Whispering promises his spark long shed darkness over in fear of his previous wants and desires coming to light among comrades and his leader.

He would do it.

His bug, his hummel, his Bumblebee— was more than worth it.

[unsanitarystation]

Minibot fucking someone's piss hole feels so Swerve coded

Swerve and Skids are going at it behind the bar and Swerve is so eager and excited to get a chance at the big bot, Skids finds it really endearing that Swerve wants him so bad. He doesn't tell Swerve when he's putting it in wrong because really? It feels fantastic. Just the perfect amount of burning and aching it makes his valve spasm in ways it wouldn't during normal interfacing, it's so good. Skids is so big and Swerve is so small, it's a painful stretch Skids never knew he needed.

Swerve isn't the most experienced mech, which is why he's so riled up to have a go at his buddy, so when the hole he thrust his spike into blindly is squeezing his spike hard, he thinks Skids just has a fantastically tight little valve. Nothing tips Swerve off that he's doing it wrong, Skids is just pulling him closer to get that mini spike as deep as it can go. All the banging into his voiding systems triggers Skids to piss all over Swerve. He panics, immediately ready to apologize to the bartender and push him away, but Swerve digs his tiny blunt fingers into Skids' protoform and sprays transfluid into the piss stream. The feeling of combating fluid going back up his track makes Skids' valve flutter and he squirts transfluid into the puddle of fluids between them. Swerve just thinks he did a great job and made Skids cum twice, not even registering he was pissed on. In Skids opinion, Swerve did do great, and he wants a spike down his piss hole again as soon as possible.

Let Swerve fuck someone's pee hole!!!

Skids is bigger than Swerve, but he's not the biggest of bots around, and Swerve is not exactly the tiniest either, so I bet the stretch really burns. Skids is shaking and leaking coolant, gasping with every enthusiastic roll of Swerve's hips. After the initial shock of having such a tight hole split open by a chubby little spike, it turns into such an intense sensation that he can't help but grind his hips back against Swerve, urging the minibot to keep on thrusting.

Swerve thinks he's doing such a good job making him squirt and gush all over the floor and his lap... He must be better at this than he thought!

I bet cumming with the pee hole feels so weird... Skids is covered in coolant and pissing uncontrollably as it happens, his array quivering, waste tank pulsing in confusion as he shakes apart... Even after Swerve pulls out, he's still peeing, waste fluid trickling out of his loose, irritated hole. You know what? Swerve did do a good job!