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Okay guys, I know it's been a while. I promise I'm not leaving but schools been kicking me in the ass repeatedly and then dragging me through the mud. But I wanted to announce that I will be doing kinktober!!

I'm not sure which prompts I'll do but it'll include RE characters, transformers characters, genshin characters, and Obey Me! characters

I'm fr about to start writing resident evil smut because there is a CRIMINAL lack of sub chris and carlos

I know I haven't been posting much for my other fandoms(I promise I will tho🙏🏾) but I think I'll start making some re fics because if I can't find what I want I might as well make it

TF NSFW Headcanons #3 - Ratchet

Warnings: sub/bottom Ratchet + oral fixation + praise + dumbification + face sitting + body worship kink + manhandling + Ratchet is literally my wife + the love of my life right here<33

A/N: ratchet's design when he came back from saving his boyfriend>>>

-> Frame Ratchet has a frame that attracted all sorts of mechs during his academy days. He's a boxy frame, a bit short but none the less attractive. He has a wide and heavy chassis and a wide midsection. His hips are wide and load-bearing, with thick powerful thighs to support them. I know I was praising Optimus' thighs in the last one but 100% Ratchet beats him in that department. He has a warmer frame than most mechs. Ratchet's berth partners love to push their helms onto his chassis, his midsection, his warm embrace, or his big thighs. They nuzzle into his frame while listening to his half-hearted grumbles, admiring the flush on the medic's face.

Ratchet's array seems to be average at first sight but don't let looks deceive you. Most of his berth partners get fooled by his standard valve, dark, plump lips with a pretty red node. But the moment someone slips their spike into Ratchet's valve, they had better prepared themselves or they might overload on the spot. Ratchet's valve clamps down like a vice once his partner bottoms out. His extra warm frame makes his valve run hot like lava, but it's only so much more pleasurable for the one spiking his. His greedy valve sucks in his partner's spike, unwilling to let go. While Ratchet moans lowly, his partner will be biting their own glossa trying to control themselves and to not start bucking into him like a wild mechanimal.

-> Oral Fixation Ratchet likes to suck things. Like, a lot. Something that will always get him in the mood is his partner rubbing a digit against his lip, and pushing into his intake slowly, slowly adding more as they watch Ratchet drool all over them. His optics glaze over, a fuzzy feeling filling up his processor. He's easily brought into a deep subspace as he noisily sucks on his partner's digits. The charming wrinkles on his faceplate soften as his body fully relaxes and leaves himself in his partner's care. While his glossa sloppily swirls around his partner's digits, his panel had since been retracted and his neglected valve is dripping wet. He's too far gone to even give his soaking pussy any attention.

-> Praise/Body Worship Ratchet would rather die than admit it, but he absolutely loves being praised and showered with affection. He may act annoyed when his partner sits him in their lap and begins caressing his body, but he can never keep up the act. Ratchet can't help but whimper as his partner's servos roam his chassis while the intake his on his throat cables leaving small dents on them, all the while they're murmuring sweet nothings into his audials. It's almost therapeutic for Ratchet. It just makes him feel so loved to have his partner run their servos all over his frame, dipping their digits into seams and pulling on bundles of wire that has his thighs trembling. Ratchet lets out small whines as his partner leaves sloppy kisses along his jaw, only for his noises to be swallowed up when his partner closes the distance between their faceplates. He just can't help but hope for the moment to never end.

-> Face-sitting With enough pestering, Ratchet will grant his partner's wish for him to sit on their face. He grumbles about how he's too old for this and how he's too heavy until his partner grabs him by the hips and pulls him to their intake. Ratchet whimpers as his valve is thoroughly eaten out, the mech underneath him lapping up all his juices. Ratchet's big thighs instinctively clamp down on his partner's helm, an embarrassing yelp leaving him. Yeah, maybe he slightly crushed the helm of the mech under him, but his partners know the risks. Anything is worth it to get a taste of Ratchet's valve. His partner will thrust their glossa into Ratchet's quivering hole and Ratchet will only be able to moan as his pussy is being ravaged, unable to tear himself away from the onslaught of pleasure he's receiving. He'll grind his hips into the intake he's riding, until he feels that familiar heat in his lower regions bloom. Even when Ratchet overloads with a loud cry, his partners stay glued to his pussy, lapping up all the juices from his valve. He'll protest weakly but will end up finding himself rocking his hips again, hoping to get another overload from the skilled glossa under him.

-> Dumbification This poor mech is so stressed out. During the war, he had to treat hundreds of thousands of mechs with gruesome injuries, and even after everything is "over", he just can't catch a break!. It's why one of Ratchet's favorite things for his partner to do is to fuck him dumb. It doesn't matter how his partner does it, with a false spike, a vibrator, he doesn't care. He just wants to be pounded so hard and deep, grinding on the ceiling of his valve and watching a slight bulge form, manhandling him into all sorts of positions and keep fucking him so stupid that he can't even create a coherent thought, let alone speak out loud. All that's filling Ratchet's processor is lust as he feels that wonderful spike just keeps slamming into his wrecked pussy until they overload in him once again, the transfluid in his hole barely having enough space to stay inside of him causing some of it to dribble out. He's slurring his words, making 0% sense as he's fucked silly. If you were to ask him what his own name was he wouldn't even begin to thin of an answer. All Ratchet can manage to think of with that fucked stupid processor of his is that he won't be walking for some time after that.

TF NSFW Headcanons #3 - Ratchet

warnings: sub/bottom Ratchet + oral fixation + praise + dumbification + face sitting + body worship kink + manhandling + Ratchet is literally my wife + the love of my life right here<;33

a/n: ratchet's design when he came back from saving his boyfriend>>>

-> Frame Ratchet has a frame that attracted all sorts of mechs during his academy days. He's a boxy frame, a bit short but none the less attractive. He has a wide and heavy chassis and a wide midsection. His hips are wide and load-bearing, with thick powerful thighs to support them. I know I was praising Optimus' thighs in the last one but 100% Ratchet beats him in that department. He has a warmer frame than most mechs. Ratchet's berth partners love to push their helms onto his chassis, his midsection, his warm embrace, or his big thighs. They nuzzle into his frame while listening to his half-hearted grumbles, admiring the flush on the medic's face.

Ratchet's array seems to be average at first sight but don't let looks deceive you. Most of his berth partners get fooled by his standard valve, dark, plump lips with a pretty red node. But the moment someone slips their spike into Ratchet's valve, they had better prepared themselves or they might overload on the spot. Ratchet's valve clamps down like a vice once his partner bottoms out. His extra warm frame makes his valve run hot like lava, but it's only so much more pleasurable for the one spiking his. His greedy valve sucks in his partner's spike, unwilling to let go. While Ratchet moans lowly, his partner will be biting their own glossa trying to control themselves and to not start bucking into him like a wild mechanimal.

-> Oral Fixation Ratchet likes to suck things. Like, a lot. Something that will always get him in the mood is his partner rubbing a digit against his lip, and pushing into his intake slowly, slowly adding more as they watch Ratchet drool all over them. His optics glaze over, a fuzzy feeling filling up his processor. He's easily brought into a deep subspace as he noisily sucks on his partner's digits. The charming wrinkles on his faceplate soften as his body fully relaxes and leaves himself in his partner's care. While his glossa sloppily swirls around his partner's digits, his panel had since been retracted and his neglected valve is dripping wet. He's too far gone to even give his soaking pussy any attention.

-> Praise/Body Worship Ratchet would rather die than admit it, but he absolutely loves being praised and showered with affection. He may act annoyed when his partner sits him in their lap and begins caressing his body, but he can never keep up the act. Ratchet can't help but whimper as his partner's servos roam his chassis while the intake his on his throat cables leaving small dents on them, all the while they're murmuring sweet nothings into his audials. It's almost therapeutic for Ratchet. It just makes him feel so loved to have his partner run their servos all over his frame, dipping their digits into seams and pulling on bundles of wire that has his thighs trembling. Ratchet lets out small whines as his partner leaves sloppy kisses along his jaw, only for his noises to be swallowed up when his partner closes the distance between their faceplates. He just can't help but hope for the moment to never end.

-> Face-sitting With enough pestering, Ratchet will grant his partner's wish for him to sit on their face. He grumbles about how he's too old for this and how he's too heavy until his partner grabs him by the hips and pulls him to their intake. Ratchet whimpers as his valve is thoroughly eaten out, the mech underneath him lapping up all his juices. Ratchet's big thighs instinctively clamp down on his partner's helm, an embarrassing yelp leaving him. Yeah, maybe he slightly crushed the helm of the mech under him, but his partners know the risks. Anything is worth it to get a taste of Ratchet's valve. His partner will thrust their glossa into Ratchet's quivering hole and Ratchet will only be able to moan as his pussy is being ravaged, unable to tear himself away from the onslaught of pleasure he's receiving. He'll grind his hips into the intake he's riding, until he feels that familiar heat in his lower regions bloom. Even when Ratchet overloads with a loud cry, his partners stay glued to his pussy, lapping up all the juices from his valve. He'll protest weakly but will end up finding himself rocking his hips again, hoping to get another overload from the skilled glossa under him.

-> Dumbification This poor mech is so stressed out. During the war, he had to treat hundreds of thousands of mechs with gruesome injuries, and even after everything is "over", he just can't catch a break!. It's why one of Ratchet's favorite things for his partner to do is to fuck him dumb. It doesn't matter how his partner does it, with a false spike, a vibrator, he doesn't care. He just wants to be pounded so hard and deep, grinding on the ceiling of his valve and watching a slight bulge form, manhandling him into all sorts of positions and keep fucking him so stupid that he can't even create a coherent thought, let alone speak out loud. All that's filling Ratchet's processor is lust as he feels that wonderful spike just keeps slamming into his wrecked pussy until they overload in him once again, the transfluid in his hole barely having enough space to stay inside of him causing some of it to dribble out. He's slurring his words, making 0% sense as he's fucked silly. If you were to ask him what his own name was he wouldn't even begin to thin of an answer. All Ratchet can manage to think of with that fucked stupid processor of his is that he won't be walking for some time after that.

[req] idw rodi and oppy maybe?? op getting spiked down by rodi (who won't stop even after multiple overloads) in a mating press is *chefs kiss* 🤌

Interesting Incentives

warnings: sub/bottom optimus + top/dom rodimus + breeding kink + rough sex + valve eating + a bit of humiliation + overstimulation + mating press + dacryphilia + Roddy hates doing his work + but if he gets the Optipussy out of it best believe he's getting it done🙏🏾

word count: 2320

a/n: I don't usually write much for Optimus/Roddy but I really enjoyed this ^-^ to add on to this I had to only put their names in their respective colors because making their writing colored was literally hurting my eyes...

Also while this takes place in mtmte, just pretend they had a canon iteration there for this scenario to happen

"Optimusss," Rodimus groaned, his helm hitting his desk with a heavy thunk. "I can't do this. Seriously, I can't. You know paperwork is one of my very few weaknesses," he huffed. Rodimus had been tasked with filling out some paperwork on some incident involving his crew doing certain things on certain foreign planets that they shouldn't be doing...Like he cares about that! Like yeah, maybe Cybertronians are banned from certain planets for that reason, why should he have to pay for it?

"Rodimus. We've already gone over this. If you're not able to keep your crew in check, there will be consequences." Optimus feels like he's explained several times over and over again. Probably because he has. "I get it, I get it. But do you know how boring this slag is? By the time I finish this work, a new war would have started, another 4 million years---"

"Okay, I understand." Optimus interrupts him and sighs heavily, closing his optics. How could he get the speedster to get through his work when he has the attention span of a turbopup? He open his optics only to find that Rodimus has started to scroll on his datapad, doing Primus know what.

Wait...what if there was a way to get him to do his work...

Optimus jumps a bit as he finally has an idea. It may be a bit...unrefined if the word fit, but it was his last chance to get Rodimus to actually get something done. "Rodimus." Optimus straightens up, catching the attention of the Lost Light captain. "I have an incentive for you to complete your work. One that I find you would consider."

"...What is it?" Rodimus seems a bit hesitant. Usually, Optimus' idea of a reward didn't match his own, but the look in Optimus' optics made him think about the possibility of the offer being worth it.

"If you finish your workload on time, I will allow you to interface with me however your spark desires." Optimus almost regrets what he says when he sees Rodimus choke a bit in surprise and bang on his chestplate, attempting to unclog the oral lubricant he choked on. He was no stranger to fragging Optimus as they were conjunx endurae, but for Optimus to just...lay fragging him on a table as a reward for him was something he did not expect from the Prime.

"Are you saying that...you're offering yourself up as a reward for me finishing my work?" Rodimus says incredulously. "You might as well just say: 'Finish your work and you can frag me silly'," Rodimus says with a mischievous grin. Optimus huffs as he turns his helm away a bit, his faceplate flushing a bit under his mask. "No matter how you believe I should have said it, but my offer still stands. I will be back in the next 6 joors. I would like to see your work done by then, Rodimus."

"No need to worry about me," Rodimus winks at the Prime. "I'll get it done in half the time." Optimus nods and exits the room. The moment the heavy door shuts behind him, Optimus sighs heavily. It's not like he wasn't open to holding up his end of the deal, but now he knows that Rodimus will only want to finish his work if he gets to frag Optimus. Not only that, but even he knew that six joors was too much time to give to the speedster to finish his work. He only gave that extra time because he truly was looking forward to Rodimus getting his reward.

Optimus shakes his helm, clearing his straying thoughts in his processor. Hopefully, Rodimus will take long enough so that Optimus can finish his proper paperwork. Still though, he can't get Rodimus out of his processor as he walks down the halls to his own office...

Not even a full two joors later, Rodimus calls Optimus' comm line and eagerly announces that he's finished. Optimus had only gotten halfway through his own work! Yes, he did expect Rodimus to finish in under his time limit, but he thought that the speedster was only bragging. Well...I've clearly been proven wrong Optimus thought to himself as he rises up from his chair and makes his way to Rodimus' office.

✿✿✿

Rodimus crowds Optimus onto his desk, placing his servos on both sides of Optimus' hips. "I told you I'd finish it in half the time needed," Rodimus purred as he nibbled on Optimus' finial. He only shivered and leaned into the touch. Rodimus placed a light kiss onto his conjunx's finial and laid his servos on his generous hips. "You don't know how badly I've been wanting this," Rodimus breathed out. Me either... Optimus thought to himself. The pair hadn't had much time lately to be with each other, let alone interface and it had left the both of them longing for each other.

Rodimus began to paw at Optimus panel and he let it slide away immediately. The speedster's digits made it's way to Optimus' valve, only to notice that it was already lubricating. Not that he didn't expect Optimus to be wet already but this much slick was...

Rodimus' suspicions were confirmed when he pushed two digits into Optimus valve and was met with no resistance at all. "Did you really open yourself up for me," Rodimus' optics widened in disbelief. Optimus turned away, his faceplate blushing furiously now. "Well, I know how hard you work when your focused and you seemed serious when you said you wouldn't take long so...I just decided to prepare myself for you."

Rodimus immediately begins to thrust his digits into Optimus, taking the Prime by surprise, causing him to let out an unrestrained whine. "Well aren't you sweet," Rodimus teased as he continued pumping his digits. "Mhh, nghh, AH---" Optimus' optics widen as he feels Rodimus grind one of his digits into his node. Harshly. "R-Rodimus please," Optimus begged for his conjunx to let up on the pressure to his node, his pretty blue optics gazing imploringly at his conjunx. It only caused him to press even harder, ripping a broken moan from the Prime.

"Relax," Rodimus rolled his optics. "You can take it, can't you?" Optimus inhales sharply when Rodimus doesn't let up and nods quickly. "Good," Rodimus praises his conjunx and leans into his faceplates. He gnaws a bit on Optimus' already kiss-bruised lips, asking for entry. Optimus parts his lips, allowing Rodimus to slip his glossa in and envelop him in a heated kiss.

Rodimus pushes the Prime down fully on his desk as he deepens the kiss, attacking Optimus' glossa and fully dominating him with just his intake. "Mhnghh...hmmm..." Optimus whimpered into the kiss, his processor feeling a bit fuzzy as Rodimus keeps up his assault in his intake. He doesn't even realize that Rodimus had been pushing him down until his spinal-strut hit the table.

Rodimus pulled away and admired his view of the Prime. Optimus' optics were half-lidded, his faceplate flushed the prettiest blue and he had a bit of oral lubricant running down the corner of his intake. Primus, he already looked fucked out even without fragging him. Finally taking his focus off of his conjunx's wrecked face, he decided to give more attention to his valve.

"I just can't get over the fact that I went so long without seeing this part of you Optimus," Rodimus says, lust filling his optics as he runs a digit down Optimus' puffy folds, watching them clench on nothing. "Thankfully, I'll be able to do more than looking today." Rodimus grabs the Prime by his large thigh and pushes his spike to Optimus' tight heat. He doesn't even remember when his spike pressurized but even that slips away from him as he pushes his spike into Optimus.

"R-Rodimus! Ahhh...nghh, not t-too fast---" Optimus whimpers as he feels Rodimus' spike fill him up so quickly. Rodimus' spike isn't that big for a mech of Optimus' size, but it's very long, Optimus sometimes feeling like it would hit his gestation seal if Rodimus goes too quickly. "Ah, s-sorry Optimus, you're just so---tight!" Rodimus punctuates with a rough thrust, directly into one of Optimus' more sensitive nodes in his valve, causing the Prime to let out an undignified moan.

Rodimus truly couldn't hold himself back. The magnets in his valve were practically pulling his spike in deeper and they were massaging his spike just right. Not only that, but Optimus' valve was so tight, so stimulating the it made him lose control. He tightens his grip on Optimus' thighs and pushes them back to Optimus' front, his thighs almost touching his windshield. "...What are you---" Before Optimus can get his sentence out, Rodimus begins pounding his valve so harshly that he chokes on his own words.

"HaaAH! Rodi-- AnGH! Oh!" Optimus lets out deep moans as Rodimus frags his valve with no restraint. With this new position, he can feel Rodimus' long spike getting dangerously close to his gestation seal. And it it was close to his seal, it also meant he was getting close to his forge..."F-frag you're so tight!" Rodimus groans as he pushes deeper into Optimus valve. At first, he doesn't know why but it's when he realizes what his spike is close to hitting does it finally click.

"Oohh, so I'm close to your seal, huh? W-want me to fill you up with my transfluid, yeah?" Optimus nods his head vigorously, his optics filled with charge. "Yes! Yes, want to-- Ohh! Mghnn, fill me up! Please!" He seemed so desperate to have his valve and forge filled up with Rodimus' transfluid that it only brought Rodimus closer to his overload than he would like.

"Y-you'd like that right? For me to to fuck your pretty pussy and fill it up so much you can barely walk?" Optimus whimpers at the speedster's crude use of human obscenities, yet it only makes him feel hotter under his plating. "Yes! Haah! Please, yes!" Optimus crying now, optical fluid flowing freely as it rolled down his face. He was so close to his overload, his frame trembling all over as Rodimus kept pumping his spike into him. His valve burned in such a pleasurable way whenever Rodimus' spike would reach deep into him, hitting his most sensitive nodes. "Rodimus! I-I'm---" Optimus' frame trembles violently as he feels his oncoming overload. "F-frag! Overload for me Optimus," Rodimus moans into Optimus' audial.

"GhhkK---" Optimus can barely even make any noise as his overload rocks through his frame. His valve drenches Rodimus' spike in his lubricant, tightening up almost impossibly so. "Hahh, Optimus---" Rodimus spills into him right after, painting the inside of his valve a light pink. As the pair lay down on the desk, their cooling fans spinning rapidly, Rodimus pushes Optimus' legs back into their previous condition. The Prime has a confused look on his face until Rodimus begins to push into him again.

"Rodimus, unghh...your still, ahh!" Optimus whines as Rodimus begins to frag him again. "You can go again...can't you Optimus?" Rodimus laughs breathily. "Nghh! I-I think I can---AH!" Optimus yelps embarrassingly when Rodimus bites down hard on his finial. He expected it to hurt and it did but...it only added on to the pleasure he felt with Rodimus' spike pumping in his valve. "Ahh! R-rodi---" The speedster shuts Optimus up with a violent kiss. His glossa forces its way into Optimus' intake, wrestling with Optimus' own glossa. The prime moans deeply into the kiss, allowing his intake to be dominated as Rodimus claimed his valve at a rough pace.

Optimus was an oversensitive wreck now, his helm spinning with the overwhelming pleasure his frame was feeling. Even quicker than the last time, Optimus overloads hard. "MMNGHH!" His load moan is barely muffled by Rodimus mouth on his. He squirts for a second time that night and can feel his frame run out of energy, his cooling fans working at the max. Rodimus still hadn't overloaded yet, still rutting into Optimus like his life depended on it. Optimus whimpered in overstimulation as the speedster continued to ravage his valve, chasing his own orgasm.

"Ghh---gonna overload! Optimus!" It was Rodimus' last warning before he finally released his transfluid into Optimus' valve. Optimus didn't know why, but Rodimus' last orgasm triggered another orgasm. It was smaller than the last two, but it still wasn't easy on his pleasure drunk frame. "Unghh...mmhnn, Rodimus," Optimus moans weakly as his orgasm passes through him, fully enveloping his frame in bliss. Finally, Rodimus pulled his depressurized spike out.

Once Rodimus saw the state of Optimus' valve, he was almost sorry he couldn't pressurize anymore. Optimus' valve lips were puffy from abuse and slick with his and Rodimus' overloads. His valve was absolutely drenched with the pairs' fluid, the lubricant dripping out of him a bit, creating an obscene image. While he couldn't frag Optimus again there was something else he could do.

Rodimus crouches and pulls himself close to Optimus' valve. He immediately presses his intake into Optimus' sopping valve, causing the Prime to make a a sound unbecoming of a Prime. "Hahnn, No more, oohhh," Optimus whines as he feels Rodimus glossa make its way into his valve, eating him out like it's his last meal. Rodimus sucks up all the transfluid in the Prime's valve, tasting the bittersweetness of their release. Wanting to give Optimus one last overload, he begins to rub furiously at his node.

"O-oh! Please Rodimus, I-I'm---MhHNGG!" Optimus overloads one last time, his vision whitening out for a bit before clearing again. As Optimus lays down on the desk, Rodimus slumped down on his chassis as they catch their breath, Optimus can't help but look forward to the next time he offers himself up as an incentive for his conjunx.

AHHH OMFG IGNORE MY LAST POST I DIDN'T SEE THAT I HADALREADY POSTED A POLL SINCE IT WOULDN'T SHOW UP ON MY BLOG OMFG THIS IS SO EMBARASSING

I'd like to write a third part to my TF nsfw headcanons series, but I'm so conflicted on who to write for next</3

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

I'd like to announce that my requests are now open! Feel free to send me anything you'd like me to write<33

Oh my gosh, a thirst for MTMTE puppy boy Swerve?? If its okay?

Warnings: sub/bottom character + dom/top reader + cybertronian reader + blow-job + praise + petting + slight size kink + he's such a slut for praise

A/N: omfg I literally love Swerve so much I just want to shower the poor guy in affection

"...Just keep on going for me sweetspark. You got this," you assured the minibot as he went down on your spike. "Mmhhphh..." Swerve tried to respond only to immediately be embarrassed once he remembered that you wouldn't be able to understand anything that came out of his mouth.

You chuckled a bit. "Don't worry Swerve. Just keep going down, little by little." The reason you were having Swerve work down your spike so slowly was due to your size. You were a bit bigger that the average mech, which would naturally lead to your spike to being a bit bigger. Swerve was already a pretty small bot, so it wasn't easy to take your spike, despite his big mouth.

You had told him that it was alright, that he didn't need to suck your spike and that you were more than happy to eat his valve out. He kept insisting though, so you eventually let him give you a blow-job, but you made sure to be careful. Despite your protests to having Swerve suck your spike, you couldn't deny that the sight in front of you wasn't enticing.

Swerve was slowly bobbing his head down your length, his lips stretched around your spike with his oral lubricants. His optical ridges were scrunched up in concentration as he struggled a bit to take your spike down his intake. It was such an adorable sight, watching your lover struggle right after insisting that he could take you. And not to mention, his mouth did feel heavenly. Despite the fact it wasn't easy for him to take you into his intake, Swerve was very skilled with his glossa. He sucked on your spike hard, swirling his glossa around your length as he let out little choked moans.

"Hahhh...your doing so good for me sweetspark. So good," you sighed sensually as you place your servo on the top of his helm, rubbing reassuring circles. Swerve whimpered at your praise and petting, driving him to focus on taking you even deeper. Sooner than you expected, he takes you fully, to the hilt. "Nnghhh," Swerve let's out a low moan, wanting you to acknowledge his achievement. "You really did it," you said with genuine surprise in your voice. "I'm so proud of you sweetspark," you cooed as you continued to rub his helm.

Swerve gave a muffled whine as he grinded his open array into your pede, his spike already leaking and you could feel the wetness of his valve. "You're so needy aren't you," you muttered, patting Swerve's head. "If you can make me overload, I'll frag you as hard as you want," you promise him. Swerve nodded as eagerly as he could with his intake still impaled on your spike. He begins to bob up and down your length, able to take you in more easily now with his oral lubricants slicking up you spike. He lets out cute moans as he feels your spike hit the back of his intake and reach into he throat tubing. Still, he sucks your spike in earnest, leaving a sloppy mess on your spike that only increases your arousal. "There you go. Now there's a good bot."

Oh wow

Holy crap

I just discovered your blog through your Optimus NSFW headcanons and I have to say that *you have my attention*.

Bro Transformers + msub/femdom is my thing?? And so many of your Optimus headcanons line up with mine?? When you open requests again I may have to ask for something-

So sorry for being so late to answer this, Tumblr hasn't been letting me login to my account</3

But thank you!! It's nice to see that someone else shares my visions of sub Optimus

Also, my requests will be open as soon as I finish 2 more of my requests!!!

love your stuff! would you ever consider doing other earthspark mechs than the ones you have listed now? it's been hard finding smut for most them.

Thank you<3 Also, I have a confession to make.

I have not watched tf earthspark. Like at all. I only know a few clips of it from tiktok and since Bumblebee was the one I saw the most personality from(and he's so fine) I decided to write for him.

But I promise I'll watch it and write for more characters. I mostly looking forward to writing for tarantulas and shockwave<33

https://www.tumblr.com/onlyyvette/721599754465886208/brothers-and-undateables-finding-out-hard

Im so sorry if I must have gotten confused but if your still up for making it I would totally be fine if you make it a femdom or whatever you would feel comfortable with

Sex Tape

Warnings: sub/bottom character + dom/top reader + femdom!mc + hard dom reader + rough sex + slightly animalistic behavior + heavy degradation + spanking + collars + pegging + filming sex+ mommy kink + overstimulation + dumbification + he gets fucked silly and absolutely loves it + Diavolo is such a masochist + your sex tape gets released!!! + it's alright tho because you guys were already planning on uploading it and getting money from it

Word Count: 3565

A/N: It's alright I'm sure everyone mistakes<3

Also thank you sm for sending this request in, I've been wanting to write something absolutely filthy and this is the perfect scenario

"OMFG--" Levi came running out of his room and into the dining hall where Beel, Belphie, and Satan were sitting at. "You guys! You won't believe what happened! [name] and Diavolo are in a relationship! AND THEIR SEX TAPE GOT RELEASED!!" Lev's shrill voice echoed in the dining hall but all three of the other brother's eyes widened.

"What--what do you mean, [name] and Diavolo's sex tape got released?" Satan was the first to talk, though he still didn't believe what he was hearing. "Look, it's right here! Levi shoves his laptop in Satan's face and Satan pushes it back, annoyed at Levi's rudeness. Still, he looked at the screen and sure enough, there you were in only underwear while Diavolo was sitting on a large bed completely naked.

"Okay, time to make sure this is working..." you fidgeted with the camera a bit, finally getting it to where you wanted it. "There! Stay on the bed," you turned to the demon sitting on your bed as he nodded once. Diavolo stayed there kneeling with his hands fidgeting in front of him. He was already fully hard, despite seemingly not have being touched at all yet. "Good. Now keep your hands off your body. I know, it's a hard task for a slut like you but I'm sure you'll manage," you said simply as you walked offscreen. He whined at the harsh name but it was clear that it was turning him on.

You came back with a few items: Some flavored lube, a spiky black collar and leash, and a very large red dildo. "Come here," you commanded as you waited for Diavolo at the edge of the bed. He quickly scrambled to you and bared his neck for you, like you had done this many times.

You wrap the collar around Diavolo's neck and fasten it tightly so he can feel it dig into his skin, just how he likes it. He lets out a small moan as he rubs the collar decorating his neck. "[name], I--"

"Levi," Satan said, clearing his throat. He had an obvious blush forming on his face despite his scowl. "I get it, this is crazy but do you have to show your brothers porn in the dining hall?" Levi had been entranced by the video but his head finally snapped up and looked at his brothers. Belphie was struggling to hold in his laugh while Beel was blushing furiously, trying to look at anything else besides the video.

"Fine, fine, I get it. But I'm sending the video to gc!" Levi scurries off to his room in a hurry and locks the door behind him. He sits down on the floor and sends the video the the group chat and resumes the video, feeling tension in his pants.

"[name], i-it's tight..." Diavolo whines, tugging at his collar. You slap his hand away and roughly grip his face. "Weren't you the one who was begging for me to make it tight earlier? Don't ask for what you can't handle, slut," you sneered, letting go of his face. Diavolo nodded and sat back on his knees, awaiting your next order.

"Now hold still and let me put on the leash." You took the leash in your hand and clipped to his collar. "There. Now you look like a proper whore. You like it?" you tilted your head a bit. "Yes! Yes, I love it!" Diavolo's eyes were already starting to cloud over at the thought of being your personal whore. "Good. Now face the camera."

Diavolo quickly turned his body to face the camera, his blush getting even darker once realization that people might actually see this settled in. "Now, you're going to ride this dildo," you say, placing the toy in his lap. "Since you're already prepped, just put lube on the dildo." you throw the lube next to him. Diavolo uncaps the lube and squirts it into his hand. He begins to lube up the toy in front of him, slowly making his way up and down the shaft, as if he were lubing up a real dick.

As Diavolo applies the lube, he can feel his mouth water as he eyes the dildo. It was huge, about 9--no, 10 inches. The dildo was studded with rounded ridges that he knows is going to stimulate his hole like nothing else. He begins to pant, thinking about how good it would feel pressing into him and stretching his soft walls out, rubbing against his prostate relentlessly, fucking into him so deep...

"Are you just going to eye-fuck that dildo or are you going to ride it because I'm getting impatient," you roll your eyes. "Also, clean up that drool. I know you're an eager slut but you don't have to be so obvious." Diavolo quickly wiped the drool on his chin, shame coursing through his body at how obvious his lewd eagerness was. He took one hand away from the dildo to steady himself and brought his hips up to the tip of the toy.

"Look at the camera," you reminded him. Shivering, Diavolo raised his head up to look at the camera. He takes a few breaths, his body trembling a bit as he anticipates the dildo entering him. Finally, he pushes the dildo into his hole. "Mhngghh!" Diavolo whimpered as the first two inches of the toy pushed into him. Already he could feel the large head and ridges stimulating him and he hadn't even gotten a full third of it in him. Eyebrows scrunching up as he gritted his teeth, Diavolo continues to push himself down the toy's length, needy and breathless moans escaping him.

He had only gotten himself half-way down the dildo when you suddenly grabbed his hips and pushed him down the rest of the way. "W-wai---Ungghh! Haahhn, nghhHH!" Diavolo's eyes widen as he's pushed down the rest of the length, punched out moans forcing their way out of him. His eyes water at feeling of all those ridges pressing into him, how full he felt. "Why...nhh, did you do that?" Diavolo whines as he turns to face you. His eyes are wet with tears, his lip trembling as he looks at you with the most adorable eyes. "Just because, if I'll be honest," you shrugged. "Besides, your body is mine." You roughly grab his jaw. "I can do whatev.er I want with it. Am I wrong?"

Diavolo shakes his head rapidly. "N-no! No, my body is yours to do whatever you want with it," he says weakly. "You forgot something," you said expectantly. "My body is yours Mommy..." he whispered, his tears getting close to falling. You lick your lips at the sight of his tears, how weak they made him look and let go of his jaw, pushing his head back to face the camera again.

"The camera is still recording... Go on." you motioned to the toy when Diavolo hadn't understand what you meant at first. He raises his hips up the dildo, until only the tip is still inside him. He sinks down on the dildo, taking it completely down to the base. "Ohhh...nghh." Diavolo let's out sinful whines as he takes the dildo back into him. "Oh! And remember not to cum," you reminded him, breaking your silence. Diavolo nods quickly and begins to ride the dildo, setting a steady pace.

"Unnghh! Hahhh, mhnn..." Diavolo rides the toy with trembling thighs, letting out sinful whines. As he lifts himself up and down the toy's length, he can't help but let his mind wander. Every time the toy bottoms out, he can truly feel the shape of the toy inside of him. The ridges stimulated his walls so good, especially when the rubbed against his prostate, causing him to let out an occasional yelp and choked sob. And the length and girth of the dildo were so satisfying too. The dildo reached so deep inside of his hole and stretched him out so much that it felt like his hole would form itself to the shape of the dildo. What if the toy was a few inches longer and had a thicker girth. And what if the ridges were bigger and just the tiniest bit sharper? Maybe it'd be so big that it wouldn't even fully fit inside him yet split him open...

"Okay, that's enough," you finally spoke up. "It's barely been 10 minutes and you're already becoming so braindead..." You waited for Diavolo to stop riding the toy but his movements never stopped. His eyes were glazed over and he had a dumb look on his face, his mouth open and he was panting heavily. Clearly, he didn't understand what you were saying. With a deep sigh, you move closer to Diavolo. You pick up the leash connecting to his collar, and yank on it, roughly enough to pull Diavolo's head back to you. "Ghhk--" Diavolo's eyes widen as he's taken off guard, pawing at the collar as it restricts his breathing.

"I told you to stop, didn't I?" you asked in a cool tone. You seemed unbothered but Diavolo knew better. "Ghnn, I-I'm so-o-rry, mhnghk--Mommy!" Diavolo chokes out. "Yeah, I bet you're sorry, huh? Guess it only shows how much of a desperate bitch you are. Can't even listen when you're told to stop moving." you sneer into his ear, tugging on the leash even harder. Diavolo's eyes roll back into his skull as waves of pleasure crash into him. The dildo is still inside of him, nearly it's entire length still shoved up his guts. The stimulation from the toy added to the choking sensation from the collar and your harsh words are almost enough to bring him the verge and...

"U-ughhnn, ghhkk, M-momm--ngGHH!" Diavolo cums hard, his back arching into you as he lets out strangled moans. His cum spurts onto his ample chest, some of it even reaching his neck. His jaw goes slack as he rides out the aftershocks of his intense orgasm. Right as he begins to relax, he's immediately pulled back by the sharp tug of your leash.

"So you came, huh," you said matter-of-factly. "H-huh...---!" Diavolo's eyes widened as he realized he had messed up. Terribly. "I-I'm sorry Mommy! I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me and---" Diavolo scrambles to make excuses and frankly, you didn't care to hear them.

"Shut up." Diavolo quiets down immediately once he hears your command. He can't think of anything he can say or do to make you less angry at him so he decides to stay silent. "You came without permission, without me even touching you. You really are just a dumb slut. A masochistic whore that only thinks about his own pleasure, right?" Your words drip venom as you speak, your eyes narrowing in contempt. Diavolo squirms at your harsh words, the pleasure going straight to his dick but he doesn't dare show you how turned on he is. Instead, he continues to look at you with his sad puppy eyes, still trying to be go you for forgiveness. "I asked you a question."

"...Yes, Mommy. I-I'm a whore," Diavolo says his voice quaking. "A slut that only thinks about himself. I'm so sorry," he continues to apologize. "I don't care for your apologies. Besides, your performance showed me that I should have just taken care of this from the beginning. Sit up," Diavolo reluctantly follows your order. Just as he raises up the dildo, you hold it's base and yank it out of his hole. "HaaAAHN!" Diavolo let's out a loud moan at the feeling of the dildo being ripped out of him, the rough feeling of the toy's ridges dragging along the walls had him spasming, almost making him cum a second time.

"Well, you know what they say," you sigh deeply before reaching for something offscreen, taking out a harness. "Sometimes, it's better to do something yourself. Lay down and keep you ass up," you instruct as you attach the dildo to the harness and fit it onto you. Diavolo is quick to follow your orders, crawling a little bit further and getting into position, bringing his torso down to the bed and lifting his plump ass into the air. He looks into the camera and whines lowly, realizing how pathetic he looked. Yet it still got him so hot and bothered. He squirmed a bit, panting lightly as he waits for you to finally make your move.

You kneeled behind Diavolo and pressed one finger into his hole. "Hmm..." Diavolo sighs sensually as he feels you finger prodding his insides. "The dildo should have left you loose, but you're still clenching on my finger. You really love dick, huh?" you say disdainfully as you add a second finger. "Ah! Nnh, y-yes! I love it," Diavolo moans as he moves his body back against your digits.

"Okay, enough of that," you say as you pull your fingers out abruptly. "N-no! Please, I want more," Diavolo whined as he mourns the loss of your fingers. He begins to push himself up but you place your hand on his back and slam him back into the bed. Once Diavolo was taken off guard, you land a heavy slap on his ass. "MhhnNN!" His eyes widen at the sting of your hand. "You already know to not disobey me Diavolo." Your eyes narrow. "You've already went against my orders twice, so I think its time for you to be disciplined." You end your sentence with another slap tho Diavolo's ass, causing him to let out another moan.

Under normal circumstances, you would have given him a number to count to and you'd spank for each number. This time, Diavolo had especially pissed you off, causing you to just spank him uncoordinatedly, Diavolo being forced to just take it like a good slut. "Ah...hnngh...ghhk...nnh! Mommy..." Diavolo whimpers with each slap like a cheap whore, his hard dick beginning to leak again. You don't answer him and and continue to deliver your punishment. Diavolo's hands grip tightly at the bed sheets as his tears fall freely, soaking the sheets under him a bit. His eyes unfocus with every hit and he lets and broken sobs, knowing that he's going to break very soon.

Right at your eleventh spank, you put all your force into your hit, leaving a dark print on his ass. At the same time, you grab his cock tightly, getting the feeling that he might cum from that last smack. Your intuition was spot on, Diavolo seizing up with a loud cry as his orgasm gets cut off. "This was a punishment. You really think I'd let you cum?" you removed your hand from his dick and began to slick up the dildo. Diavolo was still shuddering from the feeling of his orgasm being cut off. He's still in the same position, his now red ass still up in the air despite how much his legs trembled.

"Hey, get up," you yanked at the leash connecting to Diavolo's collar, bringing his body flush to your front as he grabs the collar trying his best not to choke. "Now, look at the camera," you turn his head to make him face the camera. "Good. Now keep your eyes there..." Diavolo follows your orders and keeps his focus on the lens of the camera. He probably looked like a 2-cent whore right about now. He could feel the tears falling down his heated cheeks and he didn't even have to look down to know his dick was still very hard and leaking. And the stinging on his backside...you hadn't even properly fucked him yet he already looked wrecked.

"Good boy," you coo into his ear as you run your hands up and down his sides. He whines a bit, wishing that your hands were closer to his chest. Your hands finally settle on his hips as you ready to enter him. Diavolo is still unaware of what you were preparing for due focusing on the camera just as you had told him to. Without warning, you thrust your strap into Diavolo's stretched hole, bottoming out completely.

Diavolo's eyes roll back into his skull as he let's out a deafening wail, his walls clamping down hard on your dick. His cum spurts in large amounts all over his chest, covering the previous stains. His vision whites out as his orgasm wracks his body, and his mind becomes fully empty. His mind clears after a bit and he realizes that you're still fucking him even through his orgasm. "Haahhgh! U-unNGHH, M-momm-OH!" Diavolo can't even form a proper sentence as you continue to rail him. You make sure that he can feel every single inch and every single ridge going in and out of his hole as you continue you rough pace.

"I fucking knew it. I can't even fuck you for a single minute without you cumming like a stupid slut," you snarl into his ear. "How many times did I already tell you cum when I give you permission?" You punctuate your anger with a vicious thrust that rams your dick into Diavolo's abused prostate. "OHHH! S-shorry! M' sorry---" You cut him off by smashing your lips into his, shoving your tongue into his mouth. His squeals are now muffled by your mouth but are still loud as ever.

Even though you were angry about Diavolo disobeying you another time that night, but it didn't stop you from being incredibly turned on. One of your favorite things was to reduce Diavolo to a cockdumb slut, to have him moaning without restraint as he cums over and over again from the harsh pounding he's receiving. You keep Diavolo's mouth locked onto yours as you continue to pound him from behind. He whimpers into your mouth as another orgasm rips through his body, just as strong as the last one. "MMHNNGG---" Diavolo tenses up for a second before his body goes completely limp. Even while Diavolo is still reeling from the aftershocks of his orgasm, you continue to fuck into his tight hole, never stopping once.

You finally pull away from the kiss, admiring the way that Diavolo's lips are now plump, glossy, and bruised from your abuse. You finally pause your thrusts and pull Diavolo up by the hair for him to face the camera. "You're nothing but a stupid slut that's desperate to be fucked dumb," you whisper. "Now, you say it."

"...I'm nothing but--*sob* N-nothing but a ss...stupid slut that desperate to be--fucked dumb..." Diavolo can barely get the sentence out, his mind too muddled with all the pleasure and pain going through his body. "Well aren't you a good boy," you grin as you resume your violent thrust, pushing his front down and keeping his ass up in the air. "UuuNGHH! Ahhn, hahh, OHH---MhnnGHH," Diavolo can't even understand what you're saying, too cockdrunk to even process your words. He cums a third time, yet barely anything came out, like you had milked him dry.

After his third orgasm, Diavolo can feel his consciousness begin to fade. "You're passing out already?" you scoffed. "And here I was, thinking that a slut like you could hold out longer, especially to be dicked down."

"Ghkk---nnghh...unghh," Diavolo's moans weaken as he feels his mind slipping away further and further from him, the only thing he could think of was the dick absolutely destroying his insides. Right when he was about to lose consciousness, you bite down on his neck. Hard.

"---!" Diavolo's eyes roll back into his skull completely as he goes through one last mind-numbing orgasm before going limp for the final time. You finally stop thrusting and pull out of him, watching every single inch of the giant dildo leaving his hole. Even when he was unconscious, his hole still clenched down on the dildo like he was still trying to keep it there. You let out a sound of amusement before taking the entire dildo out. Now looking at his sloppy and fucked loose hole, you can't help but want to plant your mouth there and eat him out to your heart's desire...but no, that was for another time. Now, you had to properly care for your lover.

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Levi whines as he cums for a third time, his hand still tugging on his cock. He was so grateful to whoever or whatever caused you guys tape to get released, because it would be a damn shame for no one else to see this. Still, Levi thought. The moment Lucifer found out about you guys...

Levi immediately goes to his phone and opens up the biggest group chat. There are so many messages, most of them from Mammon demanding to know if the video is real. Belphie isn't even bothered while Satan is very bothered and disturbed about the leaked sex tape. Beel only used shocked emojis but lucifer hadn't even replied.

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Lucifer: [Name]. Why is there a supposedly leaked sex tape of you and Lord Diavolo? Is it fake? Or did the two of you actually make a sex tape and let it get leaked.

[Name]: Okay yeah it's real but please don't kill us!

Lucifer: I will be talking to the two of you. Be prepared in 2 hours.

Yeah you and Diavolo were fucked.

This is why I headcanon most femmes as tops since it's rare to see</3

Also it only makes sense to me that both mechs and femmes have a valve and spike why limit them to our boring human biology🤷🏾‍♀️

femmes should have spike. femmes should use spike. you agree

hehe <3 i love ur blog sm!! i rarely see any botom/sub char x top/dom reader out here (especially in the tf fandom) so this is like a dream come true 4 me lawlz

Aww, thank you! And also, no problem. I have the same problem as you because whenever I look for top/dom reader for tf, it's pretty rare to find:( so I just decided to write it myself

Can I get a short thirst for TFP Breakdown? Ty!

Warnings: sub/bottom character + top/dom reader + cybertronian reader + face-sitting + praise + valve worshipping + Breakdown is tough as shit but gets super embarrassed in bed

A/N: I had so much fun making this because I absolutely love tfp breakdown

Also until I looked at his design again, I never realized how big his chest is it literally rivals Shockwave

"...Are you sure about this?" Breakdown squirms a bit on your chest. "Of course I am," you reply simply. "Besides, I am the one who asked you to do this." Breakdown nods. It's true, earlier that day you had asked him if he could sit on your face. It was a very random request and it definitely took him off guard. With a face flushed with energon, he agreed and you hugged him and gave him a kiss.

You grabbed his hips and smiled at him sweetly. "You mind removing this for me?" you gesture to his valve panel. "Yeah..." Breakdown agrees and let's his panel open. Breakdown shivers a bit at the feeling of cool air hit his valve and he turns his head away from you. He couldn't properly see you over his chest, but he could feel the weight of your optics on his valve. "...Are you just going to stare?" he huffs.

"Yup," you replied. Breakdown's valve was so pretty. His valve lips were a dark blue with small yellow biolights and his node was an amber color that brightened when his charge was becoming rampant. "I can't help but admire what I find beautiful you know." That has Breakdown blushing even harder. "Let's just get on with this," he grumbles. You take a moment to admire your partner's valve a bit more before lifting him up with your servos and dropping him straight onto your awaiting intake.

"Mhhh---!" Breakdown whimpers as he feels your glossa delve into his valve so soon. He moans lowly as you suck on his anterior node, creating a loud popping sound when you pull off. Your glossa continues to work itself deeper into Breakdown's walls, stimulating shallow nodes. "Unngh! Mhnn, [name]!" Breakdown is already sobbing your designation as he clamps his thighs tightly around your helm, his servos looking for something to balance on.

The feeling of his thighs slightly crushing your helm only spurs you on further, relentlessly thrusting your glossa in and out of Breakdown's valve bringing his closer to his overload. You could feel your spike thunking against your panel, but you decided to ignore it for now. Breakdown's breath comes out in short puffs of hot air, his big chest rising quickly as he shakes. His yellow optics are dimmed as his mouth hangs open, letting out needy moans and pathetic yelps as your glossa continuously strikes his nodes. You can se his charge slightly dancing around his bulky frame, telling you that he was very close to his overload.

"[Name]--- Please, O-ohh! Anghh, I'm gonna--" Breakdown moans become high-pitched as he borders on the edge of his climax. Right before he overloads, you bite down on his node. Hard.

Breakdown seizes up, his body fully tensing up before his optics roll back, letting out a noiseless keen as he overloads violently. You greedily lap up his juices as he squirts, his thighs trembling uncontrollably. Breakdown pants heavily as he attempts to recover from his overload. He finally remembers that he's still sitting on your face and quickly tries to get up, worried that you might not be able to breathe. His fluids drench your face as he lifts his trembling thighs up to get up from your face giving you a perfect view of his valve. His array was soaked with light pink lubricant, his valve lips drenched and still twitching a bit as his node brightened.

Right when Breakdown was about to get up completely, you grabbed him by the hips again and pulled him down, firmly planting him on your intake. "[n-name]! I thought we wer---Oh! Ahhh...nngh!" Breakdown's protests were futile as you swiped your glossae through the mess of lubricant on his valve. You were far from done.

hello! howzit goin how’s life?? use this ask to vent or talk about anything and everything

Heyy!

I don't really need to vent or anything but thank you! So far, I'm feeling a little guilty because instead of finishing the requests I have piled up, I'm playing this game I got obsessed with lately. But don't worry they will be done soon...hopefully.

TF NSFW Headcanons #1 - Prowl

Warnings: sub/bottom Prowl + other various cybertronians + free use + implied public sex + manhandling/groping kink + heavy size kink + heavy degradation + rough sex + exhibitionism + very detailed description of a robot that transforms into a police car

A/N: This might seem ooc, but I headcanon Prowl to be an absolute freak in the sheets and is the main reason why I say fuck the cops

Also, yay, first fic in the series!!!

-> Frame Prowl has a gorgeous frame. Prowl may be cold-constructed, but Primus must have blessed him himself. Maybe it's the Praxian in him, but his frame is absolutely sinful, his huge bumper bouncing every step he makes, his headlights gleaming. His small waist widens out to strong hips, his thigh nicely shaped. Prowl's door wings flutter involuntarily nearly all the time when he's agitated, making it a little hard for his crewmates to not stare at them.

Prowl's valve and spike are standard size for his frame. He actually modded his spike to be more plain and uninteresting to really bring attention to his valve. Despite his valve being of normal size, it's fucking mesmerizing. his valve lips are a dark gray, with small lines of blue biolights. His node is a dark red color, and is a bit oversized. Prowl has a piercing valve, a gold bar going through his node. Whenever he's feeling risky, he wears his valve lip piercings and gets off to the feeling his panel grinding them into his valve when he's sitting down. The only modding he's done on his valve was to make his valve callipers tighten much more than needed whenever a mech first enters, causing them to have to ram their spike into Prowl's valve so it'll open up. And of course, Prowl overloads from the rough treatment.

-> Free-Use Prowl is notorious for being an uptight and cold mech, and he knows it. It even turns him on more knowing that multiple mechs could never imagine the Prowl loves to be treated as shareware . His favorite fantasy is of back when the war was still active, and the autobots were beginning to lose terribly to the decepticons. To boost morale, Prowl would offer himself up for a program; A free interface program where whenever an autobot would want to blow off some steam, Prowl would offer his valve up anonymously for that mech to use to their pleasure. He self services to the idea of every mech lining up to get a taste of his tight valve, imagining how they would be caught off guard by the feeling of his valve rings and how damn tight he is. No one will know that it was Prowl's valve they were fragging but the idea of them finding out makes him shiver. Thinking of them discreetly slapping his aft as he walks past them, asking Prowl if he's willing to frag again...

-> Groping/Manhandling Prowl knows his body is hot, and he knows everyone around him knows too. He loves when his partners hands roam all over his body, groping his bumper, especially his headlights. He lets out low, sultry moans as he's fondled in every visible part of his body and lets out high pitched whines when his partners find small bundles of wiring under his plating and pull on them. Whenever he self-services, Prowl loves to watch himself in the mirror as his servos roam around his body, rubbing his bumper hood, groping his headlights as his servos go lower to his array. Watching himself tug on the piercings in his valve, especially the bar piercing his node while his other servo traces circles onto his headlight turns him on so much that he can sometimes lose himself in the sensations, his eyes glazing over as he fondles himself and brings himself closer and closer to his overload.

-> Size Kink Prowl is alright with taking a spike his size, but he loves heavy trucks or tanks because of how easily they ruin his insides. Prowl wants to feel the spike in him rub all the nodes in his valve, to take up all the space there is so that he can feel so full. The feeling makes him feel so giddy that he struggles to keep himself from drooling and giggling a bit once such a huge spike is fully seated inside of him. Once that spike begins to move, good luck trying to keep Prowl quiet because he can get a little empty in the processor when a huge spike is ramming his insides, causing him to care less about his surroundings.

-> Heavy Degradation Prowl absolutely loves to be have degrading and humiliating words thrown at him. He especially loves when his partners humiliate him about the filthy things he enjoys during interface. "This spike of yours is useless. Good thing you're only made to take a good spiking like a good piece of shareware," "I bet you don't care whether you get transfluid in your intake or your valve since it doesn't matter for a spike-hungry slut like you," "Is it really this easy it is to frag you Commander Prowl? It's a surprise your valve isn't all sloppy and loose all the time." All these harsh words will easily have Prowl overloading so hard as the insults keep echoing in his processor, reminding Prowl of how much of a desperate whore he is.

-> Rough Sex Considering all the other kinks that are on the list, it's no surprise that Prowl loves a rough fragging. He doesn't really enjoy slow and gentle interfacing with his partners, it's something he would only enjoy with a dedicated lover. He prefers his partners to be rough though, for them to bite him, spanking his aft or valve, choke him, almost anything is on the table. His doorwings are no exception. Grabbing them will have Prowl whimpering and like putty in his partner's hands. When it comes to Prowl's piercings, he'll be pouting if his partner didn't touch them. Rubbing relentlessly at Prowl's node while pressing down on his piercing or tugging on the rings piercing his valve while eating him out brings him his overload so quickly as he begs you to be even rougher. And the feeling of his partner grabbing him by the helm, pushing it down onto a table while they bully his legs open? It might make him reconsider flipping tables if this is what they could be used for.

Requests Are Closed!!!

I wanna announce that my requests are closed for now! I have 3 reqs right now and I'm still working on one of them so that's already a lot for me to handle. If anyone tries to send me a request I'm sorry but I'll have to postpone or reject it

i found your account just now and let me say it's absolutely GORGEOUS!!

Thank you sm💗💗

I really love to see that people love the stuff I write because sometimes I get discouraged knowing that most people in fandoms prefer sub reader</3 But then again it's why I write because I know how hard it is to find good top/dom reader

Hello, I read your rules post but I'm just making sure I actually read it RIGHT, I saw you take mtmte transformers requests, does that mean that you'll write for Optimus specifically? I find him so underrated 😆

Yup I 100% write for Optimus' mtmte iteration!!!

are feeding/stuffing kinks okay to request?

Okay that's a little bit tricky since I forgot about that kink.

It's hard to explain, but feeding I would be fine with. Like feeding a character honey, chocolate, anything that can be considered a little erotic, but not greasy stuff like burgers, pizza or seafood because that will kind of disgust me. Basically sweets and light desserts.

And for stuffing kink, sorry but that's a hard no for me. I get really uncomfortable with stuff like that so I don't think I'll write for it. I hope this helps!!

hello- so sorry, could you explain what thirsts are + give an example?

So basically, a thirst is a kinda short random writing about a character. It involves smut but is not as developed as a fic. Usually, my thirst will have no titles on them and that's how you can tell that I'm writing a thirst

A thirst would be something like https://www.tumblr.com/onlyyvette/682726560431816704/warnings-cow-hybrids-lactation-is-it-just-me?source=share

I hope that helped<3

Hello! This is that anon who requested the Bee fic- I am new here and I absolutely love the way you wrote Bumblebee! It’s hard to find authors who will write for sounding, I’m glad that you do! Also, thank yoouu for writing, there’s hardly anything spicy enough for TFP Bee-boy. ❤️

No problem<33 And you're right, I rarely ever see fics with sounding in it it's such a rare kink to find :(

Hello! Could I request a short fic with TFP Bumblebee being lovingly dommed by the reader with elements of sounding (if it’s okay) and spit kinks, along with edging? I haven’t seen anyone write for sounding yet so I eagerly await for your writing! -🌼

Lovingly Held

Warnings: sub/bottom Bumblebee + Dom/top reader + gn reader + cybertronian reader + soft dom reader + praise kink + sounding + edging + bumblebee is adorable + and super desperate

Word Count: 696

A/N: Aaa my first TF request♡♡♡ Sorry but I wasn't able to include the spit kink</3 Idk why but my mind literally could not figure out how to include it in this fic without it seeming out of place so I hope it's still fine with you<//3

Also, new anon???

"Bee," you whispered into the yellow mech audials. He let out a pathetic whine at the sound of you calling his name. You held Bumblebee in your lap, his back resting against your chassis. One of your servos hold Bee's hip while the other is tugging at his spike. "I hope you're ready." Bee let's out short beeps to show you how impatient he is, his big blue optics staring at you desperately.

You chuckled a bit before removing your hand from his hip and reaching for the sounding rod you had saved for this occasion. It was of average size, not too thick as Bee was only a beginner and you didn't want to overwhelm him. You grip his spike tightly causing him to let out a surprised sound. "Relax for me Bee," you sigh. Bumblebee didn't even realize how much he had tensed up the moment the rod had come near his spike. His doorwings shiver a bit as he finally calms down and stills his body

"Good bot," you praised him as you begun to slick up the rod, not missing the small beep Bee made from the praise. "Now hold as still as you can for me now..." You slowly pushed the rod in and surely, Bumblebee started to writhe, letting out rapid beeps. His faceplate was now clearly flushed with energon and his optics were scrunching up. He hadn't yet used his safeword(more like action) so you continued, although going a bit slower.

"Your doing so good for me Bee. Now take it like the good bot you are." Your soothing voice filled Bumblebee's audials and processor as thoughts of being good for you muddled his mind until he finally felt the rod seat itself in Bumblebee's spike completely. He whined and pawed at his spike, unused to the odd intrusion.

"No Bee, if you want it out, you know how to tell me," you chastised as you swatted Bumblebee's servo away. His whole frame was trembling now as he felt a dull yet pleasurable ache in his spike. Just as Bee was starting to get anxious for you to move the rod, you finally gripped the rod as you pulled it up and down Bee's spike firmly.

Bee thrashed in our grip, letting out loud whines and beeps, his vocalizer clicking as it failed to form words. His back arched as his doorwings were pressed further into your chassis. You continued your ministrations, moving the rod in Bee's spike at a timed pace. He gripped your arm and leaned his helm into the crook of your neck, getting close to his overload. Right when he was about to seize up and overload around the rod, you swiftly pulled it out.

Bee's pretty blue optics cycled wide as he let out a distraught series of beeps. He shook his head and tried his best to guide your servo back to his spike but you pulled back. "You're not gonna overload until I tell you to. Can you do that for me please?" Despite the soft tone of your voice and the fact that you added please, Bee knew that it was a demand that had to be followed.

Shaking, Bee lowered his servos to his side and spread his legs open a little wider. "Good bot," you smiled, lining up the rod to his spike. "If you can hold off on your overload, I might let you have an overload. Sound good with you?" you asked at the same time you plunged the rod deep into Bee's spike.

His frame seized up as he let out long whines. He nodded frantically, his hips bucking up into the feeling of the rod stimulating the nodes in his spike. Unknowingly, Bee's valve panel also retracted, strings of lubricant dripping on the floor, creating a small puddle. You decided to ignore his valve and focus on his spike instead. Bee unconsciously grinded his valve into the cool floor, letting out small hiccups. He may actually get a valve overload before you give him permission but for now, you let it be. Surely he deserves his reward after being so good for for you.

Just so everyone knows, my requests are now closed!!! You can still send me thirsts just not reqs because I am literally writing 5 things at once right now<3

Brothers and undateables finding out hard dom!fem!mc and diavolo are in a secret relationship because someone hack mc or diavolo and released a sex tape and text messages between them like the entire Devildom watched their future leader being used as a human’s personal dildo, calling a human mommy and being overstimulated dumb not being able to form a single thought (and the sex tape is described in detail if possible) but I completely understand if you don’t wanna do this request for whatever reason have a good day/night 💜

I would love to answer this req but I read it again and realized that you said Diavolo would be used as a personal dildo, implying that he would be topping.

I'd be happy to write for femdom reader but I'm super uncomfortable with bottom reader so I only write top reader and maybe you didn't see it but I put that in my rules. Sorry about that, but if you're fine with me writing it to be top femdom reader I'll see what I can do<3

TF NSFW Headcanons #2 - Optimus Prime

Warnings: sub/bottom Optimus Prime + heavy praise kink + breeding kink + he's so malewife + size kink + lots of kissing + rough sex + oral fixation + slight humiliation kink + he's such a whore for praise + i hope you guys like transforming trucks

A/N: The interpretation is up to the reader, but I was imagining idw Optimus while making this.

-> Frame Optimus is your type of mech if you like big, beautiful mechs who are most likely stronger than you. Optimus has wide, heavy set hips and thick white thighs that many of his berth partners ask him to suffocate their heads with. He has a wide and heavy chassis that's warm and soothing to the touch especially due to the matrix inside of him. His finials are actually very sensitive and he loves to have his partners tug on them as he whines a bit. His deep baritone is so soothing to listen to, and sounds heavenly when he lets out long moans or the occasional whine or whimper when he's overstimulated.

Optimus' array is exactly what you'd expect from a mech of his size. His spike is quite proportionate, the same gray color as his faceplate with red and blue strips of biolights decorating it. His valve is so pretty, a blue color with blue pulsing biolights and a bright red node which also happens to be very big, drawing his partner's attention. Optimus' valve is plush and deep, softly massaging his partner's spike as they sink themselves in as far as they can. His matrix-powered frame has built in magnets that makes his valve suck in his partner's spike even deeper and stimulates their spike.

-> Breeding If there's anything you want to do with Optimus during interface to guarantee that he'll overload is to promise to breed him. This kink shows when Optimus hears his conjunx talk about how they'll fill his gestation tank up with their transfluid and have him carry their sparkling, he doesn't take it as a threat, he takes it as a promise. When his conjunx finally frags him just how he likes it, his deep moans fill the room as his valve takes the spike inside of him deep. Once his conjunx announces that they'll breed him well and good, no matter how close or far he is from his overload, he will overload so hard that he might just short circuit, his HUD flashing with warnings of overheating. Finally, the feeling of transfluid filling his gestation chamber is so euphoric that depending on how far off he is, might result in an overload so powerful it causes his whole systems to reboot. This kink makes mating press is his favorite position<3

-> Size Kink Optimus has a size kink but not in the way that many people would think. Optimus doesn't care too much about the size of his partners, but he definitely enjoys when his partners can manhandle and dominate him, especially when they're smaller than him. He loves to see his smaller partners on top of him as they push him into whatever surface they're interfacing on and just frag him so hard that his helm is left spinning. His smaller partners get an ego boost when they see how compliant the Prime is for them that it riles them up, giving them the energy to last longer in Optimus' tight valve as they tease him about how desperate he is for a mech that's almost half his size. It makes him burn with humiliation yet he just can't get enough of it.

-> Oral Fixation Optimus loves to have something filling his mouth. He gets easily excited when his partner brings their servo up to his mouth and presses their digits into his intake, prodding at his glossa. He'll gladly choke on those digits if his partner wishes so. Even more gladly, he enjoys sucking spike. He'll worship any spike in front of him no matter the size, his glossa working itself up and down the spike's length, deepthroating it as far as he can. And he will take all of it. He lets out adorable moans as he bobs up and down on the spike in front of him, making sure to pleasure his partner. Even he gets off on it, his charge quickly raising as he services the spike in front of him. And if his partner fucks his mouth? He'll absolutely lose it. Optical fluid will streak down his face as he lets out choked moans, his partner ramming their spike down his intake. His panel will retract and his lubricant will drip onto the surface below as he tries desperately to not touch himself.

-> Kissing Connecting to his oral kink, Optimus loves to kiss his partner. It's embarrassing for him to admit, but intense makeout sessions is one of his biggest kinks. The way that his partner's glossa invades his intake, wrestling Optimus' own glossa for control. Optimus gets so light headed that all he can do is whimper into the kiss as he allows himself to be dominated. He enjoys it at any pace, whether the glossa invading his intake is slow and loving or rough and passionate. He could very well overload just from the feeling of his intake being assaulted by a highly skilled glossa, bonus points if the mech is holding his hips or waist tightly as they grind their leg against Optimus' panel.

-> Praise Optimus has a praise kink. No arguments. The poor mech has the weight of the whole world on his shoulders, his autobots always looking up to him as their leader, all his enemies wanting his head, it's just so much for him to deal with! But whenever his partner has their servos roaming his frame as they coo into his audials of how much of a good bot he his, how beautiful he is, he'll be putty in their hands. He always whines when he's being praised because he truly doesn't think he's deserving of it :(. Optimus loves being praised while sucking spike because it makes feel so good. To just swirl his glossa around a spike as his partner grunts above him, praising him for all the hard work he's putting into servicing them. It always gives him this fuzzy feeling in his processor and is the easiest way to get him deep into subspace.

Meeting Shenanigans

Warnings: TOP/DOM READER + SUB/BOTTOM CHARACTER + cybertronian reader + gn reader + exhibitionist kink + under table valve fingering + Rodimus is a little shit + gets his shit rocked in the end tho + masochist Rodimus + humiliation + overstimulation + Ratchet finds you guys out :( + he lets it go though!

Word Count: 1224

A/N: This is my first time writing transformers smut I've been reading it for a while now but the terminology can be so hard to write </3

"I for one believe that more funding should go into mine and Perceptor's(mostly mine) lab work. Right now I'm making this---"

"Brainstorm, please refrain from using my name in one of your ridiculous attempts of appealing with your inventions," Perceptor interrupted Brainstorm, narrowing his eyes.

"As I was saying before someone so rudely interrupted me," Brainstorm continued, glaring at Perceptor. "An increase in funding can help me buy the materials for my new invention. And I know, I know, you guys are so excited to see what I came up with but..." Once Brainstorm started rambling, you couldn't bother to keep paying attention.

Once again, Brainstorm had called for a meeting on the Lost Light regarding an increase in funding for his research. More like creating life threatening devices that look like sparklings' toys. Attending the meeting alongside the scientists were Ultra Magnus, Megatron, Ratchet, and Rodimus. You didn't really have a reason to be there. You were only there because Rodimus refused to go without his conjunx.

Brainstorm continued to ramble on about his so called "urgent need" of research funding. Ultra Magnus nodded while taking notes as Megatron and Ratchet looked equally done with Brainstorm's bullshit. Rodimus yawned a bit as he leaned on your shoulder. Even you were ready to leave this meeting, Ultra Magnus would never allow anyone to leave, even if the Lost Light caught on fire right then and there.

Right as you were about to doze off, you felt a light brush on your thigh. You jerked looking at Rodimus but he was still facing forward, a bored expression on his face. Thinking that it was just your processor playing tricks on you, you relaxed again. Not even 2 kliks later, you felt the touch of a servo on your interface panel, much more insistent than before. You looked down to see Rodimus' servo stroking your interface panel.

Once again you focused your gaze on Rodimus. While he was still facing forward, his optics were on you, bright with unspent charge. He continued to trace circles on your panel, a small smirk beginning to grow on his face. So this is how he wants to distract himself, you thought, sighing inwardly. Well, it's not like you were opposed to the idea. Besides, you had already come up with a plan to take away Rodimus' upper hand.

While Rodimus continued to stroke your panel, you moved your own servo to his thigh, groping it and feeling how warm it was. Rodimus' movements stuttered as he wasn't expecting the sudden touch. When you moved your servo to roughly grabbing Rodimus' panel, he gritted his dentae, holding back a groan as his panel quickly retracted.

Since his movements on your panel had completely stopped, it allowed you to focus on teasing your conjunx. Rodimus had a scrunched up look on his face, his optics darting back and forth to make sure he wasn't attracting any attention to him. You grinned inwardly as you skipped any teasing and immediately stuffed two servos inside of him.

"Mhhn--" Rodimus quickly slaps a servo over his mouth when the moan threatened to come out. He got a weird look from Ratchet who happened to be sitting near them, but he rolled his eyes and seemingly brushed it off. Rodimus attempts to shoot you a glare but it loses it's effect when he's blushing furiously as he tries to pretend to be unbothered by your touch.

You continue to move your servos in Rodimus' valve, scissoring him wide open and ramming your servos in as far as they can go. You can feel your lover's valve cycle down tightly as he grinds his dentae in an attempt to not let out any noise. Rodimus soon lets his helm fall down onto the meeting table with a loud thunk. Everyone except for Perceptor and Brainstorm who are now in a heated argument look at Rodimus confused, then at you for answers.

You just shrugged and turned to Rodimus and nudged him with your free servo. "You good?" you asked him with faux innocence as you continued to finger his valve. "..." Rodimus stayed silent, knowing that even opening his mouth would lead to him moaning and exposing what the two of you were doing.

Finally, Rodimus called your comm and you took your sweet time to pick up the call. :Please, don't be so--nnghh, hahh, rough!: Rodimus whined as you chuckled over the call. :But Roddy, you started it didn't you? I bet you thought this was going to go your way, didn't you?: you purred seductively as you roughly pinched his anterior node.

"mm...nhh..." Despite Rodimus muffling his moans, you could still faintly hear it. He was now rocking back on your servos, chasing the pleasure you were giving him despite the company you had. His entire frame was trembling now as he approached his overload.

:You know, Roddy, if I were in a meaner mood, I'd probably be stuffing four of my servos into your tight valve and have you moaning and squirting on my servo like a cheap whore. Everyone at this table would know how slutty you are, you know that?: Your insults dripped with venom. Rodimus whimpered at your harsh words as he comes closer to his climax.

:[n-name]!! Gonna--Ahhnn!: Rodimus moaned desperately over comms as he overloaded on your fingers, lubricant staining your servos as he spasmed. You immediately removed your servos from his valve. :So just touching you a bit was enough to make you squirt in public?: you sneered. :That's just sad:

Rodimus whined at your disappointment as he comes down from his overload. His cooling fans had nearly short-circuited due to him repeatedly denying permission to turn them off so his frame was running terribly hot. He continued to tremble as your optics looked around the room to see if any one had caught wind of what the two of you were up to.

Ratchet was sitting across from the two of you but had a scowl on his face that was clearly directed at you and Rodimus. He definitely knew that the two of you were fooling around during the meeting and he was very much in disapproval about it. Yeah you were definitely going to receive dome words from him after the meeting. You shivered at the thought of his infamous wrench.

Ultra Magnus still hadn't noticed as he was still absorbed by Brainstorm and Perceptor's still ongoing argument. Megatron was sitting down with his arms crossed over his chassis, his helm tilted downwards with his optics closed. Most likely, he was getting tired of whatever nonsense was coming out of Brainstorm's mouth and had decided to clock out of the meeting quietly.

You gave Ratchet a small grin as your servos began to circle Rodimus' anterior node causing him to jolt. You called Ratchet's comm and surprisingly he picks up.

:You two are terrible: Ratchet says, his optics narrowing. :We're in a meeting and you decide to fool around?:

:C'mon Ratchet: you pleaded. :Just stay quiet about this please? I promise this won't be happen again!: Ratchet just snorts and turns his head away, disconnecting the call. Despite what you told Ratchet, with the way that Rodimus is reacting to your touch, Ratchet will most likely not be getting a break anytime soon.

TF NSFW Headcanons #1 - Prowl

Warnings: sub/bottom Prowl + other various cybertronians + free use + implied public sex + manhandling/groping kink + heavy size kink + heavy degradation + rough sex + exhibitionism + very detailed description of a robot that transforms into a police car

A/N: This might seem ooc, but I headcanon Prowl to be an absolute freak in the sheets and is the main reason why I say fuck the cops

Also, yay, first fic in the series!!!

-> Frame Prowl has a gorgeous frame. Prowl may be cold-constructed, but Primus must have blessed him himself. Maybe it's the Praxian in him, but his frame is absolutely sinful, his huge bumper bouncing every step he makes, his headlights gleaming. His small waist widens out to strong hips, his thigh nicely shaped. Prowl's door wings flutter involuntarily nearly all the time when he's agitated, making it a little hard for his crewmates to not stare at them.

Prowl's valve and spike are standard size for his frame. He actually modded his spike to be more plain and uninteresting to really bring attention to his valve. Despite his valve being of normal size, it's fucking mesmerizing. his valve lips are a dark gray, with small lines of blue biolights. His node is a dark red color, and is a bit oversized. Prowl has a piercing valve, a gold bar going through his node. Whenever he's feeling risky, he wears his valve lip piercings and gets off to the feeling his panel grinding them into his valve when he's sitting down. The only modding he's done on his valve was to make his valve callipers tighten much more than needed whenever a mech first enters, causing them to have to ram their spike into Prowl's valve so it'll open up. And of course, Prowl overloads from the rough treatment.

-> Free-Use Prowl is notorious for being an uptight and cold mech, and he knows it. It even turns him on more knowing that multiple mechs could never imagine the Prowl loves to be treated as shareware . His favorite fantasy is of back when the war was still active, and the autobots were beginning to lose terribly to the decepticons. To boost morale, Prowl would offer himself up for a program; A free interface program where whenever an autobot would want to blow off some steam, Prowl would offer his valve up anonymously for that mech to use to their pleasure. He self services to the idea of every mech lining up to get a taste of his tight valve, imagining how they would be caught off guard by the feeling of his valve rings and how damn tight he is. No one will know that it was Prowl's valve they were fragging but the idea of them finding out makes him shiver. Thinking of them discreetly slapping his aft as he walks past them, asking Prowl if he's willing to frag again...

-> Groping/Manhandling Prowl knows his body is hot, and he knows everyone around him knows too. He loves when his partners hands roam all over his body, groping his bumper, especially his headlights. He lets out low, sultry moans as he's fondled in every visible part of his body and lets out high pitched whines when his partners find small bundles of wiring under his plating and pull on them. Whenever he self-services, Prowl loves to watch himself in the mirror as his servos roam around his body, rubbing his bumper hood, groping his headlights as his servos go lower to his array. Watching himself tug on the piercings in his valve, especially the bar piercing his node while his other servo traces circles onto his headlight turns him on so much that he can sometimes lose himself in the sensations, his eyes glazing over as he fondles himself and brings himself closer and closer to his overload.

-> Size Kink Prowl is alright with taking a spike his size, but he loves heavy trucks or tanks because of how easily they ruin his insides. Prowl wants to feel the spike in him rub all the nodes in his valve, to take up all the space there is so that he can feel so full. The feeling makes him feel so giddy that he struggles to keep himself from drooling and giggling a bit once such a huge spike is fully seated inside of him. Once that spike begins to move, good luck trying to keep Prowl quiet because he can get a little empty in the processor when a huge spike is ramming his insides, causing him to care less about his surroundings.

-> Heavy Degradation Prowl absolutely loves to be have degrading and humiliating words thrown at him. He especially loves when his partners humiliate him about the filthy things he enjoys during interface. "This spike of yours is useless. Good thing you're only made to take a good spiking like a good piece of shareware," "I bet you don't care whether you get transfluid in your intake or your valve since it doesn't matter for a spike-hungry slut like you," "Is it really this easy it is to frag you Commander Prowl? It's a surprise your valve isn't all sloppy and loose all the time." All these harsh words will easily have Prowl overloading so hard as the insults keep echoing in his processor, reminding Prowl of how much of a desperate whore he is.

-> Rough Sex Considering all the other kinks that are on the list, it's no surprise that Prowl loves a rough fragging. He doesn't really enjoy slow and gentle interfacing with his partners, it's something he would only enjoy with a dedicated lover. He prefers his partners to be rough though, for them to bite him, spanking his aft or valve, choke him, almost anything is on the table. His doorwings are no exception. Grabbing them will have Prowl whimpering and like putty in his partner's hands. When it comes to Prowl's piercings, he'll be pouting if his partner didn't touch them. Rubbing relentlessly at Prowl's node while pressing down on his piercing or tugging on the rings piercing his valve while eating him out brings him his overload so quickly as he begs you to be even rougher. And the feeling of his partner grabbing him by the helm, pushing it down onto a table while they bully his legs open? It might make him reconsider flipping tables if this is what they could be used for.

Late-Night Distractions

Warnings: TOP/DOM reader + SUB/BOTTOM character + amab reader(no pronouns) + cockstepping + face-fucking + slutty bj + cockwarming + rough oral sex + heavy degradation + Pantalone being a whore as always + it is what it is + Pantalone is really vocal here + him and his masochistic tendencies + he's also a bit of an exhibitionist + slight exhibitionism kink

Word Count: 1688

A/N: honestly this just came from the pure filth in my little asexual brain

Also, yay second fic since my hiatus!!

This time it wasn't your fault! At least, with Pantalone around, these kinds of things were usually his fault. All you were trying to do was get some extra work done. You had made the mistake of offering your coworker help with their work just to be polite and now you were somehow stuck with an extra workload. And you had to finish it. After berating yourself, you just wanted to finish your work and relax when Pantalone came slinking into your room.

"Hello, [name]," Pantalone greeted you with a smooth voice. "Come on, you don't have to talk to me so formally right now, there's no one else around," you sighed exasperatedly. Despite the two of you being lovers, Pantalone and you had to be formal with each other around others as to be discreet about your relationships. While it wasn't the most ideal, you just have to make do with what you have.

Pantalone closed the door behind him(oddly enough, he didn't lock it) and slinked his way over to your desk. You acknowledged his presence but you continued with your work. That just wasn't going to work for Pantalone. "Well, [name]. I see that you're quite stressed out here. Do you require any assistance?" Pantalone inquired with a slight(cute) tilt of the head.

"Well, if you're gonna start reading these papers for me or get me a bit more tea, then yeah I guess you could help." Pantalone smirked as he got closer to you, resting his hand on your shoulder and leaning down to speak in your ear. "Actually, dear. I was thinking of a more...pleasurable means of assistance." Pantalone added a deliberate pause to make his offer sound more enticing and dammit it was working! You could feel his breath tickling your ear as you let his silky voice wash over you. You didn't like to be thought of as easy, but this was an offer that was very tempting. Actually, an offer that you definitely weren't going to pass on. But hey, he didn't have to know for now.

"You know I'm working here, Pantalone. I can't jut have you interrupting me whenever you like," you said, leaning back in your chair.

"Yes, but you can't lie when I say that I'm also interrupting because you want me to." There it was. That knowing smirk Pantalone had on his face when he knew he was correct. Of course he was correct. "You know what, yeah, I was hoping you'd show," you admitted dryly. "But now that you're here, what do you plan to do?"

"As I said, before, I think that it would be in both of our best interests if the distraction I provide is pleasurable for the both of us. Release some tension." At this point, Pantalone was basically draped on your back, tracing patterns into your back. You shivered. Shit. He knew what his professional-but-sultry voice did to you and he sure as hell used it to his advantage.

"Fine," you finally gave in, growing impatient. "Show me what you think is going to be so pleasurable for the both of us," Humming to himself, Pantalone lifted himself from your back and pulled your chair back a bit. More elegantly than you thought possible, Pantalone made his way in front of you and sank down to his knees, positioning himself between your legs.

He looked up at you, a soft, yet teasing smile on his face. You knew that later on he would be looking up at you in a much lewder way. Pantalone scoots his way up even closer to you, resting his face on your thigh.

"[name]...I've been waiting for this all day...hhmmmnn..." Pantalone shivered as he began to nuzzle your crotch. His breath hitched, his body beginning to shiver as a beautiful pink began to bloom on his feature. He begins to mouth at the clothing covering your crotch, his breathing becoming more laboured. "Hahhmmm...[name], p-please..."

"Use your words, Pantalone," If you were to swear that you weren't turned on by his desperate display, God would come and strike you down himself. This was exactly how he should be. The calm and serene Pantalone you know? The one that came into your office like it was his own? That Pantalone in gone now. Only a slut that's desperate for dick, your dick.

"Please, [name]...let me suck you off...nnhhmmm..." Pantalone continued to mouth at your bulge after begging so pathetically. Pantalone's whole face was turning into a red flush as his eyebrows scrunched up and his lashes fluttered so prettily. Gently, you grabbed his chin and lifted his head to face you. That would be the last kind act of the night.

Suddenly, your hand moved from his chin to his hair, roughly yanking on it. "Hahhh...I love seeing you like this, you know," you began, your voice hoarse. "Just on your knees, desperate to suck me off like some cheap whore. That's what you are, aren't you? Just another hole for me to use."

"Yes! Yes, I-I'm just another hole for you to use!" Pantalone cried out as your grip in his hair became tighter. "Then how about--" you fumbled with your zipper and unzipped it as quickly as you could, letting your dick out. "You prove to me how slutty you are." You finally let go of Pantalone's hair after a few seconds of him eyeing your cock like sucking it would be that last thing he ever did. He hungrily pounced on your cock, grabbing the base of it with his hand, his tongue dragging up it.

His tongue swirled around the tip, his pink lips giving your head little kisses. He maintained eye contact with you, his eyes fluttering, seducing you intentionally and unintentionally if it were possible. As he suckled on your tip, letting out soft moans and sighs, indicating how much pleasure and satisfaction he got from this. He gave you a little nip with his teeth and that was your breaking point. Yeah, this felt good, but you needed Pantalone to be choking on your dick right now.

"How long are you planning to tease me for," you said annoyed, rudely shoving Pantalone's head down your length. "MhhMMH??" Pantalone was very vocal about the sudden intrusion in his throat, his first instinct to come up for air but you wouldn't let him "Don't even try. I've seen whores in the streets less willing to suck dick than you. Just take it like the good little bitch you are." Venom dripped from your voice, strained from the wet heat around your length.

"Nhnnnn...mhhnnnn," Pantalone's whimpers were muffled around your dick, bathing in the degradation you showered him in. For Pantalone, it was such a euphoric and surreal experience to be talked down to. Pantalone, the wealthiest of all the Harbringers, loved being treated like a 5 cent whore in the streets. Maybe even worse than that.

Pantalone began to bob and suck on your dick, savoring it the best he could, leaving sloppy trails of saliva as he went. It almost went unnoticed by you, but you caught a glimpse of Pantalone's hand sneaking down between his legs...

"Oh no you don't," you kicked Pantalone's hand away from his crotch, drawing a pained whine from him. "I'm going to be nice and let you pleasure yourself, but..." you pushed your shoe in between his legs. "If you're really so desperate, than you know what to do." A devious smirk formed on your face.

"Y-yes! Nnhhnnnn, thank you, thank you, thank you, hahhhh--" Pantalone panted and looked up at you adoringly, a dumb grin on his face as he rutted his clothed cock against your shoe. "Hey, now, don't forget what you're here for," you chastised him, shoving your cock into his wet mouth.

"HhmmmMM! Nghhmm, mmhnnn~" Pantalone moaned and greedily sucked on your dick as he continued to rut against your foot. While Pantalone's mouth did feel incredibly good around you, though it would be even more so if he wasn't so focused on chasing his own pleasure.

"A slut that can't even focus on pleasuring others? What's th-- the point if you can't even focus on me?" You stutter as Pantalone's tooth grazes a vein.

Poor Pantalone can't even understand what you're saying, too focused on choking on your thick length and moaning like a pornstar. Despite that, you keep fucking his mouth your thrusts getting shallower as you approach orgasm. At one point you notice that Pantalone had already came in his pants as was now just trembling in overstimulation, still allowing you to use his mouth like your personal fleshlight.

Any other situation and you would've stopped what you were doing and come up with a good way to punish Pantalone for his behavior, but you were so caught up in the feeling of his tight throat that you couldn't care less at that time.

"Nghhh...t-take it all, and don't let it go to waste...!" You grunt and bury yourself deep into Pantalone's mouth as your cum shoots down his throat. Pantalone jerks one last time before he goes limp, his eyes glazed over. You let your dick go limp in his mouth, savoring the heat before you finally pull out.

You sighed and pulled out some tissues from your drawer. "Hahhh...damn that was good. And Pantalone, next time you---" you looked at Pantalone and trailed off. Pantalone's face was still glowing pink, his eyes drooping with a starry look in his eyes. His glasses were crooked and his lip was trembling as he pants heavily. Yeah he was in no state to even begin to comprehend what you were saying.

You tucked yourself back into your pants after cleaning up, and pulled Pantalone up into your lap, him facing you. Pantalone snuggles into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping around you. You weren't sure how long he was going to stay like this, but watching him lightly doze on your shoulder was enough to distract you from any wandering thoughts.