Yes Yes Yes, Yes He Does

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

Dance dance

Commission for @andromedaprime 💕

my head has been filled with nothing but possessive Dee.

Dee setting a big hand on Orion's shoulder, narrowing his eyes as he shoots a look at any mech trying to sweet talk his Pax. Dee casually looping an arm around Orion and pulling him closer when mecha's gazes linger for too long, tracing out the outline of his shoulder armor as he listens to Orion ramble on without a care in the world.

Dee leaving marks and dents on Orion after interfacing, an intimate sign that Orion is his. Bite marks in sensitive neck cabling and along the inside of his thighs, silver scuff marks on the inside of blue legs, black scrapes from where he wrapped his hands around Orion's thighs and tugged him onto his face. Every time Orion walks with a visible limp, Dee is preening like the cat that got the cream because it's marking Orion as taken by him.

One time, Jazz tried to get close, talk into Orion's panels. Dee didn't buy the excuse that it was on a bet. That night, he pins Orion chest down and hikes his hips up into the air and drills his spike into the ceiling node in his lover's valve, hissing that Orion is his, no one else's, just Dee's-! and all Orion can do is sob and writhe, gasping that- he's his, he's Dee's, please, Dee-!

Orion can barely walk the day after. Jazz laughs, gives Orion a high five, and passes 5 shanix to a smirking Prowl. Dee can't even be mad that he was apparently played by Jazz- he's staked a claim, and everyone can see it

Possessive Dee pounding Orions tight valve. Kissing, and biting at him to make sure everyone knows that ge belongs to Dee.

And it doesn't help that their friends keeps making Dee go feral on Orion. Because its funny, and really the only semblance of entertainment in the mines.

drew these a couple weeks apart but close enough

kindve night where you power your robot clone back on just to satiety your own curiosity

Just bros being dudes

( ͡°＿ʖ ͡°) um

…. (;; ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I blame herzspalter for this..

Here it is. The Wave I promised. And it won’t be the last.

I tried to put something different on each picture, I hope you people like it!

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*tucks you in with fuzzy blanket* *pats your head*

You’ll be okay, friend <3