Brothers And Undateables Finding Out Hard Dom!fem!mc And Diavolo Are In A Secret Relationship Because

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 #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.

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.

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.

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.

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.