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Ultra Magnus and Predaking.... fighting being like a mating and claiming ritual for predacons. Predaking managing to overpower Magnus in a fight, roaring and pinning him to the ground on his front

When Magnus feels those long sharp talons dig between the armour plates on his back, he's sure that's it for him. He has lost. He's incapacitated. He knows backup isn't coming soon enough

He's expecting deactivation, or at least pain- He's not expecting to feel his legs kicked apart and claws on his modesty panels. Those panels are easily pried off with sharp claws

Magnus doesn't quite have the time to process what's happening- he kicks on instinct, attempting to struggle, only to hear Predaking growl and dig those claws further into his plating. But what makes him freeze is when he feels the press against his now exposed array. It's not even the pressure of the dragons spike that freaks him out, it's the fact that it makes him aware that he's already wet

Was it the fight?? The grappling?? The hot fuel pumping through his lines?

He feels the thick shaft rub against the entrance to his embarrassingly slick valve. The angry growl softens into a pleased purr. But the purr is closer, faceplate now close enough to the back of Magnus' helm that he can feel the hot air escaping the others intake

He has just enough time to realise the other is nuzzling against his neck cables before he screams, his valve suddenly split open by the massive spike. Reflexively, he tenses, his valve clenching, drawing another purr from Predaking. In his horror, he realises the other is still pushing in further. Magnus can only cry out and attempt to kick again as his already full valve is stretched impossibly wide

The spike slides further and further into him, forcing his callipers to click and strain. It burns and yet Magnus embarrassingly just leaks more lubricant. He tries his best to struggle and yell, but when that spike sinks all the way in and bumps against the seal to his gestation tank, his cries are clearly no longer of pain

He's so full. If he could put a servo on his torso he would probably feel Predaking's spike through his plating. Magnus doesn't want to think about it. It's not sending a hot shower down his spinal struts

When the spike begins to slide out of him, Magnus almost lets out a sigh of relief- before it slams back into him. He gasps, his whole frame jerking foward with the force. The thick shaft slides in and pushes against all his internals. Another thrust in and Magnus is suddenly acutely aware that it brushes past his waste tank

His audials are filled with the pleased growls and pants from Predaking as he's roughly pounded into. Every stroke makes Magnus' valve attempt to clench, as impossible as that is, and drool even more slick all over Predaking's spike and onto the ground. He's definitely not gasping and shuddering in pleasure as the spike slams into all his sensitive nodes, pushing against his waste tank, making his waste port twitch and clench

When Predaking suddenly roars, he thrusts in with even more force, slamming into Magnus' ceiling node. Magnus just knows he's screaming. He's yelling in pleasure and feeling fuller than he's ever been. Is- is the spike getting even bigger? Predaking's spike pulses inside him and starts to swell at the base. The pressure is too much. Magnus is screaming again as his overload crashes over him, his valve calipers cycling and attempting to clench around the spike

He's so full. He's so so full and all the clenching and tensing and he's vaguely aware there's so much pressure on his waste tank that his waste port finally fails. He's moaning and twitching on Predaking's spike, waste fluids squirting and spraying all over. He can feel another pleased rumble through his back plates as Predaking ruts his knotted spike further into Magnus' sopping wet valve

As the overload finally begins to fade and Magnus flops onto the ground, he's acutely aware that he's still stupidly full. He can only groan as he feels the knot shift inside him

But then the knot pulses again and Magnus moans. It swells again. Magnus is already such a mess it just pushes more piss out of him, leaking out onto the ground as he feels the spike stretch him further

But it doesn't just swell. The mass moves. It seems to shift further into him. Magnus only realises too late what it is when he feels even more force against the seal of his gestation tank. There's nothing he can do. He can't pull away. He's locked in place. He can only keen as the egg slips out the tip of Predaking's spike and forces its way past the seal to his forge

And they keep coming. More eggs push their way into his frame, each one making him shudder and leak more fluids all over. By the time the knot goes down and the spike is finally withdrawn from his frame, Magnus is a shaking and whimpering mess, his valve loose and gaping, laying in a pool of his own lubricant, transfluid, and waste fluid

Oh and Predaking is pleased. He leans down and trails his long tongue over the ruined valve, licking up the messy fluids, running it over Magnus' swollen and oversensitive node. That tongue dives into the valve, helping clean him up a little, and Magnus can only cry out as he overloads again, spurting even more fluids out of his leaky holes

god yes that's so fucking hot. knot and piss into that prim and proper bot Predaking!! go on... egg him

Imagine Elita suggesting a threesome to Sentinel with Optimus. He agrees but he gets so pissy. In his mind, he's ready to shows this Optimus he's better in bed and not to be replaced. Little does he know, Elita didn't suggest a threesome for herself but for Sentinel. In the end, he's being sandwich by Optimus and Elita. Both spikes in his tight valve as he begs them to slow down. Optimus starts making out with Sentinel as Sentinel moans, and sloppily kisses back as Elita spanks his fat aft. They hit his deep nodes and he squirts everywhere making Elita and Optimus to release. Lots of transfluid gets out of his blue valve once both pulled out, leaving his valve gaped. As Sentinel falls asleep from exhaustion, Optimus tells Elita that he agrees in becoming their third partner. Elita already liked Optimus but she figured Sentinel wouldn't like Optimus because he's possessive, so she figures her himbo mech being pounded by Optimus would totally change his mind

i love how at the start of this ask, where we glance slightly into Sentinel’s thought’s, it’s “this Optimus” implying that he doesn’t even know the guy. I love love love the thought that this is how they met, and how the three of them got together. Elita and Optimus as casual friends who rarely meet outside of class, until one day she just straight up asks him for a threesome and a potential throuple and he’s too flustered to say no. Elita just wants two pretty boys who she can bully with her spike, but first, Sentinel needs to be taught a lesson…