★ DAY 2 - Face-fucking | Beel

Just posted my new masterlist because the old one was ugly and outdated

I'm also going to revamp my masterlist because it's looking kinda ugly...

Playing With The Demon Brothers(Beel)♡

NSFW Minors dni

Warnings: DOM/TOP reader, SUB/BOTTOM character, implied amab reader but could be read as afab reader with a squirting strap, cock cage use, feminization, Beel's cock is referred to as a clit, housewife Beel, edging, oral fixation, dumbification, praise, self-degradation, heavy degradation, probably ooc Beel but yolo ig, this is very long

Word Count: 4,381

A/n: So...I lied. I ended up making the Beel fic instead of the Mammon fic because I had a better idea for Beel compared to Mammon. Now that I'm think about it, I'm just going to write for the brothers in a random order because I'll be able to post quicker than if I write for a character that I'm less motivated about.

Sorry for all the Mammon lovers that were waiting for his, but I just didn't have enough creativity

Also, this was too goddamn long...pretty sure it's my longest fic. I hope you guys are fine with that!

Beel♡

You and Beel have a wonderful relationship.

While Beel may seem stoic and uncaring, he isn't like that in reality.

Truly, he was one of the sweetest people, or demons, that you had ever met. That's what made you fall in love with him.

Now here you are. You're married to Beel and in a very happy relationship. Sure, you have your differences, but that's what helps you two get along and learn about each other.

One of his favorite parts about your relationship, is how much you take care of him as your sweet house wife<3

As your cute wife, Beel stays home, cleaning and cooking, making sure that the house will be to your liking

Though when Beel cooks, he'll have to order food for himself multiple times so that he doesn't eat the food that he's making for you

Beel would definitely be an obedient wife that would always listen to what you say but he gets too excited once in a while and starts to disobey you

Especially when you lock his clit in a cage

He can't stand it! He'll try to be a good girl and not touch himself, but it gets so hard that he almost always caves in

And when you two fuck while he's in his cage, he gets much more needier, leading to him disobeying you without even realizing it

Luckily though, you'll always be a good spouse and punish Beel properly like your he deserves!!!

"Bye Beel," you call out from the doorway, making sure your shoes were completely on before leaving. Right when you were about to make your exit, you could feel Beel's arms wrap around you in a tight hug. "Sorry Beel, how could I forget?" you turn around and give him a kiss. It seemed like a little thing, but Beel could never enjoy his day without you when you didn't give him a goodbye kiss. Breaking away from the kiss, you leaned into his ear. "And make sure to keep your hands away from your clit. I know it's caged, but we don't want you getting distracted during your work now, do we?" Beel nodded his head quickly, trying to kiss you again. "Ah ah," you gently pushed him away. "I need to go to work. Now be a good girl and wait for me, okay?"

Beel whined, but understood, watching you leave the house. He locked the door and turned away to do his chores. Usually, he would go about doing his chores, first fixing your beds and washing the sheets, cleaning and sweeping the floors, etc. This time though, it was harder for him to stay focused. Beel could feel his dick, his clit throbbing in its cage. I need to stay focused, Beel thought. If I touch myself now, Y/n would punish me...

Taking a deep breath, Beel continued with his chores, but with some difficulty. He was able to finish fixing your rooms and sweeping the floors, but the feeling of his poor clit locked up in his cage was causing him trouble. Sometimes, Beel would have to slow down his movements or stop completely because of how sensitive his clit was

Despite his problems, he finally finished cleaning and started cooking. He had sent a text earlier, asking you what you wanted him to make for dinner. You said that some steak would be good. Now of course Beel wasn't going to just make you steak! What kind of wife would he be if he didn't add in a dessert? He put on his apron, grabbed his ingredients, and got to work.

While he started making the sauce for the steak, Beel ordered some food to make sure that he wouldn't eat any of your dinner too early. While he waited for the food to arrive, he continued making the sauce and moved on to preparing the sauce. You would be so proud of him! Beel felt especially happy, thinking about how you would praise him for making such a great dinner for you.

Beel moved around the kitchen with a little smile on his face while thinking about you. He was so deep in his thoughts that he accidentally ran into the counter corner...crotch first. Usually, he would yelp in pain because that would hurt like a bitch, and try to numb the pain. Not this time though. This time, he let out a long, suppressed moan. His clit throbbed intensely in its cage, begging for its release. Beel shivered, trying to gain his composure, but it was too hard. All he could think of was feeling that pleasure that went through his clit. Slowly but surely, he started humping the corner, wanting to pleasure himself.

Completely lost in the feeling, Beel humps the kitchen counter, despite the fact that he wouldn't be able to get any release from it. He let out choked out whimpers, his tongue starting to loll out of his mouth. He kept thinking of you, letting him hump you with his useless clit like he was humping the counter. All Beel could think of was how you'd give him so much pleasure, degrading and praising him to the point his mind breaks.

Right when Beel was about to completely forget what he was doing, his phone went off. A bit dazed, Beel stopped humping the table and slowly turned to his phone to see who was calling him. It was Y/n! Beel hurried over to his phone, trying to recompose himself to be able to talk to you. Despite trying to calm himself down, he couldn't help feeling excited to hear your voice.

"Y/n..."

"Hey Beel," you greeted him cheerily. "What are you doing right now? Are you making dinner?"

"Yeah...I'm making steak, like you wanted me to."

You let out a giggle. "Really? All I said was that I was craving some steak. I didn't expect you to take it so seriously!

"Anyway, keep up the good work. And," you continued with a mischievous tone. "Be a good girl and don't touch yourself. You haven't, right?"

Beel's eyes widened. "Uh...n-no, I didn't touch myself...Like a good girl." He ended the sentence with his voice trembling. Beel already felt like a mess just from you calling him "good girl", and affirming that he was a good girl- your good girl- made him absolutely weak in the knees.

"Good job Beel. Bye~"

After you hung up the phone, Beel immediately got back to work. During the whole time he was in the kitchen, he couldn't stop thinking about your phone call. How you called him a "good girl", and told him "good job"; it was just replaying in his head. Still though, the fact that he lied to you about not touching himself was gnawing at the back of his mind. He could just not tell you that he was trying to get himself off. You would punish him for sure. Instead, he just let those thoughts sit in the back of his mind, trying not to let them bother him.

***

Beel had finished with everything, the steak and the strawberry cake he baked. It took time and a lot of ordered food to keep him away from the dinner he was making, but it was finally finished. He set the table very nicely, arranging all the food, plates, and silverware to look appetizing. Beel looked at the clock and realized that it was much later than he expected. Thankfully, you would be back soon.

As Beel waited for you, he started feeling really needy again. He could feel his sensitive clit twitch in his cage, begging to be let out. Not yet, he thought to himself. I have to wait for Y/n to come back.

Despite waiting a while longer, Beel couldn't help it anymore. HE was getting too horny. Luckily, you were merciful in these situations. You knew that Beel could get very needy when home alone, so you gave him a toy to play with. Beel got up and made his way to your shared room. He got out some keys from the closet and opened a drawer at the very bottom.

When Beel opened up the drawer, his mouth watered a bit at the sight. Multiple dildos, all of long lengths and different textures and colors came into his view. Vibrators of different shapes, a few cock cages---Beel had to stop himself from grabbing anything in sight right then and there. Instead, he took a deep breath, and chose one specific dildo.

It was an average looking dildo, if you ignored how big it was. The dildo was smooth and purple. Despite it looking pretty average, it was one of the dildos Beel was attached to because it somehow reminded him of you.

Beel removed the dildo from the drawer, closing and locking it up again. He moved toward the bed, holding the dildo close to his chest. Sitting on the bed, he began to insert the toy into his mouth, taking it in nearly to the hilt. Beel closed his eyes, drooling over the toy a little. You would always let Beel deepthroat one of your collection of dildos when he was feeling too needy, considering how much of an oral fixation you knew he had. He was grateful that you'd pity him enough to let him at least pleasure himself this way.

Beel kept taking the large toy all the way to the back of his throat, small moans causing the dildo to vibrate a bit. When the dildo hit the back of his throat, Beel let out a long groan, his eyes closing.

…Y/n...please come home soon...

Beel kept on thinking about you, how your cock would fill him up nicely. He would just love for you to shove your dick in his mouth, no hesitation. He loves it when you treat him like an object. Besides, shouldn't a good housewife serve their husband?

"M-mhhnn~" Beel kept shoving the toy down his throat, basically thrusting it in like an actual dick would. He could feel his poor clit aching in his cage, wanting some sort of pleasuring feeling. Beel squeezed his thighs together, attempting to create some friction on his clit. Beads of sweat started forming on his face, and tears started pricking at his eyes. It wasn't because of the dildo that was hitting the back of his throat constantly. It was because he missed you!

Every time you would leave and Beel became too horny, he would always think of you, just you. He thought of how you would fuck his throat, maybe praise him for taking it so well, or degrading him for being so eager to suck cock. Either way, he would love what you'd tell him no matter what. If Beel could, he would probably just suck your dick for hours on end just---

*Click click*

Beel immediately stopped what he was doing, directing his attention towards the door. There it was.

"Hey, Beel? I'm home! What did you cook for me?"

Beel hurriedly put the dildo back in the drawer and quickly left the room. Your eyes scanned the house a bit for your wife when all of a sudden you found him barreling towards you. Beel's strong arms wrapped you up in a tight hold, burying his head into the crook of your neck.

"Woah! Be careful Beel, you could have knocked me over," you said with a smile. "How have you been?" Beel just nuzzled his head further into your shoulder. "Y/n, I missed you...It feels like you've been gone for so long."

"I've missed you too, Beel," You said, wrapping your arms around him. "But first, let's go sit down and eat. I've been waiting to taste your food." You let go of Beel and head over to the dining room, Beel following right behind you.

You took a seat at the dinner table, Beel squirming a bit in the seat aside from you. "Damn, Beel, you really outdid yourself today," you said, approval filling your eyes as you scanned the food on the dinner table. "And a cake too! I'm grateful to have you in my life."

Despite Beel nodding his head along with what you were saying, his mind was elsewhere. He still couldn't stop thinking about how horny he was. Beel wanted something to fill him up completely, make him feel full, all giddy on the feeling.

As you were eating your food, you could see out of the corner of your eyes how Beel was looking at you with a lustful look in his eyes. "Um, Y/n..." Beel's sudden words cut through the short silence. "I have something to tell you."

"Go ahead," you said with your mouth still a bit full. Beel squeezed his thighs together, looking down at his lap. "While you were gone...I ended up pleasuring myself." You continued to focus on your food. "Go on," you said without looking up.

Beel shifted even more as his face began to redden. "While I was cooking, right before you called me. I bumped into the counter and it really stimulated me...I ended up rubbing myself on the counter."

"But," Beel said suddenly. "It really wasn't on purpose! I just ran into it and it felt really good...please don't punish me," Beel finished with a whine. You continued to act unbothered as Beel begged for your forgiveness.

"So," you started, taking a sip of your drink. "You were touching yourself without my permission. No wonder your voice sounded so breathy on the phone." Suddenly, you looked up at Beel straight in the eyes. "What you mean to say is, that you were pleasuring yourself without my permission. Just rubbing your dirty clit wherever you please? Isn't this exactly why I put that cage on you?"

Beel squirmed even more in his seat, starting to pant as he felt his body start to heat up. "And to think I even praised you for not touching yourself. I think that you deserve a punishment...don't you agree?" you said, swirling your drink around in its cup.

"I'm sorr---"

"I asked you something, Beel."

"I...I deserve my punishment. I haven't been a good wife today," Beel muttered with a shaky voice. "Good job," you cooed with a smile. "Also, you've been staring at me with an awful hungry look on your face," you said to Beel. "Do you have something you want to tell me?"

Beel froze. There were so many things he wanted to tell you! Like how he missed you, how you thought of his cooking, how you were going to treat him in bed...but he knew what answer you were looking for.

"I-I want you to..." Beel started off with a shaky voice, his panting becoming more obvious. "I want you to touch me! Please, I want to cum so badly," he begged, reaching down to his groin. "Now why should I let you cum," you inquired. "You already attempted to pleasure yourself without my permission, and now you're still trying to get release from your pathetic clit?" Beel nodded quickly, his body becoming hotter, the cage on his clit feeling smaller than ever.

"Okay then. I'll fuck you." Beel's face lit up. "But," you continued with one finger up. "I'll only let you out of your cage if you can satisfy me well enough. Now be a good wife and get the lube in our room, 'kay? I'll be in the living room. And make sure all of your clothes are off when you come back" Beel quickly got up from the table and headed for your room, tripping a bit on the way there.

Finally! You were finally going to fuck him! Beel found the lube and quickly undressed himself before going back to the living room. "There you are Beel," you called out enthusiastically. You were now lounged on the couch. "And here I was thinking you were never going to come. Are you just going to stand there?"

Beel made his way over to you, his movements stiff. You eyed him up and down. You absolutely loved Beel's body. His tanned skin, muscular thighs and biceps, his huge tits, grabbable waist, you can go on forever. You loved admiring Beel's body and Beel loved it when you did that too. He adored the attention you gave him. It made him feel like he had all your attention.

"Beel," you said in a relaxed tone. "Kneel down in front of me real quick." Beel complied, shifting himself into a more comfortable position. "Oh Beel," you whispered, holding Beel by the face. "Why did you have to go and disobey me? I really wanted to reward you today."

Beel nuzzled into your hand, holding it with his own. "I'm sorry," he said, giving you a pitiful look. "Well what's done is done. Now Beel, I want you to watch me very closely." Beel nodded and pulled himself away from you, looking up at you with an expectant look in his eyes.

You took off your clothing, revealing your hard dick, the one that Beel was so head over heels for. You grabbed the lube that Beel had given you and squirted it all over your cock. Beel watched as you spread the lube all over your length, his mouth watering. As you continued jerking yourself off, Beel kept leaning in closer, his mouth opening as if he were waiting for you to fill it up with your cum.

As you felt yourself nearing your climax, Beel opened his mouth wider, as if he knew already. Suddenly, you stopped right before you came. "Haa...just so you know Beel, you won't be able to swallow my cum. This is just one part of your punishment~" Beel whined, grabbing onto your leg. "W-wait, please! Please...I want your cum inside me!" You pushed Beel off gently. "We already went over this, Beel. This is a part of your punishment."

Instead of giving up, Beel grabbed your hand and started sucking your fingers. Beel made quite the display, swirling his tongue around your digits, taking them deep into his throat, making all those erotic sounds that were so mesmerizing. Beel looked up at you with watery, half-lidded eyes. Eyes that were just begging you to wreck him right then and there.

It took you all of your self control to not flip him over right there. Before you knew it, you cock was semi-hard just from Beel's lewd act. "Beel," you said with a cold voice, removing your fingers from his mouth, a small popping sound being heard when Beel's lips left your hand. Beel had a foggy look on his face, as if he didn't completely comprehend what you were telling him.

"Beel," you repeated, pulling him into your lap, having him face you. "I thought you would have at least some control. What are you doing, acting like some eager whore? I thought I trained you better than that." Beel pressed his body against you as he let out such pathetic noises from his mouth. "I'm sorry Y/n...I just can't take this cage anymore," Beel whined. "I wanna cum, please," he pleaded. grinding himself onto you.

"No." Your voice was firm as you grabbed Beel by the hair. "I don't know what's gotten into you today Beel. You've always been such a good girl, a good wife for me." He avoided your gaze. Honestly, even Beel didn't understand himself. Usually, he would rarely get punished. Even when he did get that once in a while punishment, he never acted out during it up until now.

"But if you want to be treated like some kind of common whore, so be it," you said, pulling Beel by his hair and pressing your lips against his. Beel happily moaned into the kiss, opening his mouth as your tongue slipped in. As your tongue explored Beel's mouth, you grabbed the lube and spread it all over your fingers. You held Beel by the chin and gently pushed him away, breaking the kiss. He whined when he felt you pull away but was cut short when you harshly bit his nipple, causing him to squeal.

As you sucked on Beel's nipples, your fingers worked their way to his twitching rim. Beel let out a small gasp at the feeling, then began to grind down on you, holding your head closer to his chest. Your fingers began to enter Beel's hole, spreading him open for you.

"Hahh, ahh! Mhnn, Y/n! More...ngh!" You knew what Beel meant when he asked for more. He wanted you to press on that sensitive spot inside of him, abuse it to the point where he cums so hard he needs a few moments to get himself together. But that wasn't the plan today.

Instead of pushing on Beel's prostate, you continued to finger him, only focused on opening him up and not pleasuring him. "A-ahh! Y-y/n, your tongue...your fingers-MMhhngh! I wanna cum! O-oh-angh!" Oh right. You had forgotten that you had him in his cage somehow. Even though you knew you weren't going to allow Beel to cum, you had forgotten that his nipples were so sensitive that he could even climax just from you playing with them. And here you were, sucking on them like there was no tomorrow.

"Even better," you said while tugging on Beel's nipple even harder. "Now you can't cum no matter what." Beel kept on moaning, tears starting to well up in his eyes as he begged for release. "HaahNGHH! Y/n! Please-Ungh, nnhh," Beel couldn't take it anymore, and you hadn't even started fucking him. "Stop begging, Beel. Let's just get this punishment over with and maybe I'll let you cum."

You swiftly took your fingers out of Beel and stopped suckingg on his chest. "On the floor, Beel. All fours." Beel was quick to follow your orders, getting down on the floor on his hands and knees, his body trembling from previous pleasure. You positioned yourself behind Beel, grabbing his ass. He whimpered softly as continued to massage his rear, feeling up his thighs and spreading his rim.

Once you finally got bored of groping him, you gave him a little smack before pulling his hips up and getting yourself into position. Finally, you thought. I already edged myself once for the sake of this punishment. Lining yourself up to Beel's entrance, your hand kept a firm grip on his hips. They're going to do it! Y/n's finally going t- any thoughts that occupied Beel's head were gone the moment you thrusted into him.

"U-UNGhh--ghkk..." Beel choked on his own spit as he finally felt your cock enter him. You hadn't been merciful when thrusting into him. Instead of slowly easing into him like you usually did, you harshly thrusted your entire length inside of him, knocking the breath out of him.

"Unghh...So...big.." Beel could hardly make a proper sentence. He could feel your dick pressing on his sweet spot and stretching his stomach out. He felt so full! Every single spot inside of him felt so full of your cock that he could hardly take it! Just as Beel was still making an attempt to pull himself together, you began to thrust into him.

Your pace was rough and unforgiving, nothing kind about it. You kept such a tight grip on Beel's hips that you knew there would be a bruise soon enough. Beel, on the other hand, could barely even think. All he could focus on was how your cock kept on pistoning in and out of him. His eyes were rolled back into his head and mouth was stuck in an "o" shape as he tried to find something to hold onto. He was going to break!

It hadn't even been five minutes yet and Beel felt an upcoming orgasm. "Haahnngh, Y/N! ANnnhH! I-I'm gonna...Ohh, UMNNGGGHH♡" Beel knew for sure that he was going to cum soon, and your unrelenting pace would only aid his upcoming orgasm.

Right when he felt himself about to cum, you stopped fucking into him. "Just so you know, Beel, I still haven't unlocked your cage. You're not going to be getting any orgasms tonight," you said with a devilish grin. "N-no~Pleashe, I'll do anything! I jush wanna cum~" Beel slurred, not able to get his sentence out of his mouth properly. "Well that's too bad Beel~," you mocked him, picking up your pace again. "You're not going to cum, and it's final."

Beel's sobs and choked moans filled the room as the two of you continued to go at it. Beel knew that should have already cum sometime ago, but the cage on his clit wouldn't let him! His clit desperately throbbed from within its cage, begging to be released. "Y/n...GhhKKH! I-I- Hannghh♡ Please- let me-" Beel attempted to plead with you, but his voice kept on being interrupted by his pathetic moans.

"What is it, Beel? Speak up, I couldn't hear you very well," you say in a condenscending tone. You lean down and get close to Beel's ear. "You shouldn't even worry your pretty little head about cumming. I locked your dumb clit up so that you could just give up on the idea of ever cumming." Without warning, you harshly pulled Beel's hair as he let out an involuntary moan. "If you hadn't been a stupid slut that only cares about getting his upcoming orgasm, this wouldn't have happened. Yet here you are, moaning like a cheap whore. I'm sure you love this, don't you, Beel?"

"Yes! I love it! A-anghh, mhhnNNH! I'm your whore! M-my stupid clit doesn't deserve to-O-OHH! To cum!" Beel cried out with a dumb, fucked out grin on his face. "Just a stupid slut! Your stupid slut! Hah-OHH♡ GhiiIIKKH, uhnnHHN!" Beel had completely accepted his role in life. He was just meant to be a sweet housewife, all kind and gentle, waiting for his spouse to come home and fuck his brains out! You both knew that hee would be your slut, and your slut only♡

idk why but i just needed to get this off my chest :p

warnings: a little bit of corruption + dom reader + handjobs

Personally, I absolutely love the idea of having a "straight" guy as one of your favorite bros. The two of you have such a good relationship, always meeting up at the gym with each other, bringing an extra water bottle for the other, hanging out at each other's home, great stuff. Until he brings up the idea of blowing off some steam by jerking each other off. Like bros though, of course.

And like a good friend, you agree because that's what bros do! Totally not because of his perfectly sculpted arms, that big and bouncy chest, and thighs that would absolutely crush you between them. Of course not.

Little do you know, your bro has been struggling with a little crush on you. By crush, he means that he needs you to fuck him so hard he breaks. He always thought he was straight, never even gave it much thought besides the guys he would see once in a while that he would find hot if he were a girl. That was until the moment he saw you half-naked in the showers, his eyes nearly glued to you unclothed dick. He couldn't help but feel a throb himself while he ogled your form.

Of course he was still straight! It was only normal that a male would want to size up another male, just guys being guys. And it's pretty normal for guys to jerk off together, right?

Maybe he was wrong.

He can barely keep up with your precum slicked hand moving up and down your cocks, he's too busy whimpering and fucking up into your fist. He's letting out whines of Bro, slow down and Too much, if only he could hear himself, how pathetic he sounds nearly losing his mind just from getting jerked off by another man, his bro.

He's so damn sexy like this, his brows scrunched up as he holds back his tears. Beads of sweat roll down his flushed and panting face. You might pull on his dick a little too hard, but he's so cute you can't help yourself. His eeks of pleasure only worsens(betters) his situation.

By the time he's already shot his load, another one upcoming, you finally release. As his mind tries its best to unscramble itself, he can't help but want to do something like this again, or even go further. You may call him gay for it, but you have to understand, right? It's just bros helping out bros.

Bro I'm literally resisting the urge to write transformers smut. I know this shit sounds random but I've been a transformers fan since last year and THOSE BITCHES ARE SO FINE FR

Like whether it be character x reader or character x character I'm ready just give me a few days I'll be ready

★ DAY 1 - nipple play | chris redfield

kinktober 2023 - masterlist.

warnings: top/dom reader + sub/bottom chris + male reader + nipple play + dacryphilia + nipple clamps + vibrators + cumming untouched + chris is called "princess" + and his pecs are often called tits + he pretends to not like it + but fails

a/n: I'm really happy about how this turned out, considering how its my first re smut ^-^ I just hope I'll have the dedication to finish this series...

Your hands roamed Chris' wide chest, adoring the firm yet plushness of his pecs as you traced small scars littered about. His chest- no, his tits, were so soft and pillowy, the moment you saw them bare you just wanted to feel him up so badly. The way he was positioned, sitting in your lap with his front gave you a perfect view of his tits, close enough for you to push your face into. Fuck, your boyfriend was hot.

"Nnhh..." Chris' brows were furrowed, watching you grope his tits through lowered lids. This was the only part of his body apart from his ass that got him embarrassed whenever you teased it. His chest has always been so sensitive, especially since he started building up muscle. He swore his nipples have grown a bit in size. Chris' chest was so full that whenever he wore tight shirts, his tits looked like they were about to burst out and it so so damn attractive to you.

"I can't get enough of of these princess," you tease, making sure to pinch one of his nipples. "Mhn! H-how about you look away then," Chris grumbled, faking annoyance. You didn't miss the way he shivered at the nickname. "No way," you smirked and latched onto one of his buds with your mouth. "Ah!" Chris' eyes widen tries his best to stifle the adorable sound that comes out of him when he feels your mouth on him. Immediately, you began sucking on his nipple- hard.

"S-shit...nggh...hahh, [name]!" Chris whines as you continue your harsh ministrations. Not only do you suck on his nipple, you also leave bites on the bud and the areola surrounding it. You know that Chris is especially weak to biting and you take full advantage of it. "Ungh, [name], anh!" While Chris wants to think he won't cum yet, but he's starting to feel like you might force an orgasm out of him with your pace. In just a moment, you swiftly pulled away from Chris' tit, leaving a thin trail of saliva and a confused pout of your boyfriend's face.

"You remember those toys we bought the other day?" Chris still looks a bit dumbfounded but finally remembers and slowly nods his head. "You wanna use them today?" Well fuck, you sounded overeager and so not cool. But luckily, Chris was the same as you. "Fuck yeah. Definitely." Okay you probably sounded more uncool. But those thoughts left your mind when you saw Chris' face, the way his eyes were blown wide with lust at the idea of putting those new toys to use. You turned to your left and reached under your bed to fish out a small black box. You opened it up and took out its contents: a bullet vibrator and one nipple clamp.

"Why only one?" Chris' voice almost sounded a bit slurred when you first heard him. "I though it was obvious. It's easier for me to suck without it in my way." Chris blushed even harder at how casually you talked about sucking on his chest, like it was just sucking on some candy. You first brought the clamp to his nipple you had already been sucking on and noticed it was a little red and puffy, small bite marks surrounding it. The moment you fasten it, Chris lets out a yelp, jerking harshly as he feels his nipple being overstimulated. "Unghh...shit," your boyfriend's breathing becomes heavy and ragged, and you're sure you can see tiny tears prick at his eyes.

With a mean grin, you switch on the vibrator and push it up to his other untouched nipple. "HnNGGH---" Chris clenches his teeth hard as he reels back from the intense pleasure he's feeling. His moans begin to freely pour out as he squirms, unable to escape the intense vibration and the constant pleasurable pain of having his nipple trapped. He cries out and wraps his muscular arms around your neck. Unable to resist, you pull him into a deep kiss, forcing your tongue down his throat as you ravage him, swallowing down his pitiful moans.

Chris' tears flow freely as he tries his best to grind his leaking cock onto you, only for you to push him back with firm hands on his hips. Even if he could push you off, he didn't, deciding to let you move him in any way you deemed fit. You sigh into his mouth as you open your eyes a bit to watch the tears roll down his cheeks. Despite feeling your dick cry out for attention, you decided to ignore it to be fully in the moment with your boyfriend. Besides, you felt like you were going to be able to get off just by watching him.

"Mnghh! Nnhh, mhh, NghGHH!" Chris continues to sob as his head begins to feel a little too light. You felt his arms tighten around your neck and you could tell he was close. Right as Chris could feel that coil in his stomach unravel, you pulled away from his soft lips and removed the vibrator from his nipple. "W-wh..." Chris couldn't even find his words, still trembling as hot puffs of air leave his mouth. His skin is glistening with a layer of sweat, his lips kiss-swollen and tears are still falling down his face, the image created sending a violent throb to your ignored dick. Just as quickly as you got rid of his source of pleasure, you once again latched onto his nipple and tug on the nipple clamp, finally twisting it a brutally ripping it off of Chris' nipple.

It took him a second to register the heavy mix of pleasure and pain, his eyes rolling back as he cums with a loud keen. His cum splatters on the both of you considering your close proximity, some of it getting on your chest while most of it reached his own, creating a perfect picture. You bring back your face to his, mouthing at his lips and swallowing up his small whimpers from the aftershocks of his orgasm. You wrap one arm around your boyfriend's waist and bring him closer to you, the other going to his head to rub at his hair to calm him down. As Chris' trembling becomes less and less violent and his breathing less ragged, you keep in mind his reaction to the use of those toys on his tits- you were definitely going to use those again.

TF Titty Headcanons Pt. 1

❏* — warnings — sub/bottom characters(autobots) + dom/top reader + robo titties(duh) + nipple piercings + lactation + breastfeeding kink + rough sex + degradation + praise + breeding kink + heat cycles + i love giving them sappy nicknames + prowl needs his own warning

❏* — a/n — if I have to be plagued with horny thoughts then you guys will suffer too

also, I'm willing to take more requests on which characters(especially decepticons) I should do for part 2 ^-^

➾ AUTOBOTS

✦ Optimus - As the leader of the autobots and one of the last living Primes, it shouldn't come as any surprise that Optimus is well-endowed. His tits are large and bouncy— they defy gravity in every sexy way possible. The Prime's chest is a white-ish color, plush and pillowy, a perfect to touch and perfect to cuddle.

Before becoming a Prime, his boobs were already big but now, they produce mineral-rich energon. He sometimes finds himself upgrading his chassis armor because his tits often press up on his windshields, sometimes popping his chassis armor. On rare occasions, he might even be lactating— It's very distracting, and he always gives embarrassed yet wholehearted apologies whenever his fellow autobots are met(blessed) with the sight. It might even happen that one of the decepticons he meets on the battlefield start tripping over themselves as they gawk at his chest.

Optimus lets out low, silky moans whenever his tits are fondled, his audials twitching with sensitivity. He's very open about his tits. He has no problem with his berth partners wanting to grope them, even suckle on them. If his partner wanted to, he would absolutely let them lay him out on his spinal strut just to fondle and suck on his nozzles, drawing out any energon they can find. It's a bit embarrassing for Optimus to admit, but it's not too hard for him to overload just from having his refineries played with. All Optimus needs is the feeling of having servos grabbing his plush chest and constantly rubbing his nozzles, maybe even his partner clamping their dentae down hard on his nozzle for him to let out undignified sounds and squirting all over himself.

As much as Optimus enjoys having warm servos massage his tits with care, his moans go up a pitch when his tits are bruised and left with marks from sharp dentae. Whether his partner apologizes for their rough treatment or not, they definitely knew that the Prime got a little wetter from it.

✦ Ratchet - Ratchet has huge tits and I will die on that hill. No doubt about it. Ratty's tits are a dark gray, matching his faceplate. They're big and hefty, hard for a mech of even his size to cup them fully into their hands. While he would rather die than admit it, he definitely loves to have his tits played with.

As a medic, Ratty's boobs produce much more energon than your regular cybertronian, which causes him to need to milk them often. Whenever he starts producing extra energon, it's always a pain to deal with because it leaves his poor tits swollen, nearly pressing up against his windshield, and so sensitive when he ends up leaking energon. It's so hard for him to milk his tits on his own so whenever he's at his most frustrated and sensitive state, he has to begrudgingly go to another trusted mech for help. Even though he insists on it being strictly professional, his cute whimpers and the dark blush on his face always betrays his neediness.

During the war, Ratty was definitely known for not only being the best medic Cybertron has seen, but the medic with tits that make the sweetest tasting energon. Whenever he's treating his patients, almost all of them ask if he could provide some energon for them with his generous breasts. Even though they try their best to be subtle about it(except for the most shameless mechs), Ratchet always knows their reasons, but he'll still provide it anyway because it's in his nature to help others. He just has to make sure not to get release his panel and reveal his already drooling valve during the feeding, which is going to be really tough for him.

✦ Drift/Deadlock - Drift's tits aren't the biggest but not the smallest(definitely bigger than Rodimus' though) , but there's still nothing about them that you can't not love. His protoform there is a darker color just like his faceplate, and sometimes flushes a cute pinkish color. Drifty has very sensitive tits and will let out a little squeal if they're groped too roughly. He's not too keen on showing his chest to anybot, especially when he still went by Deadlock, due to his more private nature. But when he has a partner to show them off, they are one lucky mech.

Whenever someone is mindful with how they treat Drifty's tits, massaging them softly, rubbing their digits over his nozzles with practiced care, he absolutely melts in pleasure. He lets out small eeks of pleasure while his finials twitch in response to the stimulation, his frame shivering like a turbo-rabbit . His whines and slight pouts are so attractive whenever his tits are played with. Drifty tries so hard to seem like he's unaffected but it's so hard for him to do when both his faceplate and his tits are both flushed pink with energon.

When he was known as Deadlock, even in bed, he would be known for being feisty and a little too eager to bite. But the moment servos are on his tits and slowly groping them, he gives up all resistance and tries his best to stop the little moans threatening to come out from his vocalizer. He'll still have a look that screams "make fun of me about this and the last thing you'll see will be my gun" but it'll be softened by his half-shuttered optics and and his breathy whines tumbling from his intake.

✦ Rodimus - definitely has small tits. And he is proud of them!!! He loves to show off his tits to his partners in berth and has possibly opened up his chestplate to show them off to any crewmates that flatter him enough more than once, maybe even let them cop a feel. His boobs are a white color similar to his faceplate. He has very perky nozzles and he will whimper when they're tugged on. Even though his tits are smaller than the average cybertronian's, they're still just so adorable, especially with the way his nozzles slightly flush blue when he's aroused.

Roddy knows that people are into his tits and he uses it to his advantage. Whenever Magnus is boring him to death with reports on ship maintenance or whatever, he shoves the datapad or anything that Magnus is holding in his servos, brings the huge mech's helm down to his level, and pushes his tits into Magnus' face with a cute little "ta-da!". There isn't much to push into the big mech's face but nonetheless, it's effective. He would giggle a bit and ask Mags if he liked his tits and Rodimus is left with a short-circuiting Ultra Magnus to explain to everyone. He's tried that move on Megatron too, but it's sadly not as effective on him, though the ex-warlord definitely does enjoy the view.

✦ Prowl - This praxian definitely has huge tits-- that's what his bumper is for. Now his bumper is great and Prowl definitely carries it with pride, but his titties are the real star of the show. His protoform are a dark gray compared to his faceplate. Unlike most mechs, Prowler has custom nozzle piercings: a pair of gold piercings(they cost him a mean amount of credits) and a pair of silver hoops. He switches between pairs each day. They're so big that he sometimes has a bit of trouble transforming his bumper over them. He loves to tug on them while he fingers himself silly because the pain is so delicious that even a few tugs can get his pathetic spike overloading and his messy valve squirting.

While Prowler berths very few partners, he loves to get his tits fucked by a spike big enough to reach past his cleavage and into his open mouth. Whenever his partner tugs on his nozzle piercings while fucking his tits and hisses out some degrading words, Prowl's vocalizer lets out a whoreish squeal-- he probably overloaded right then and there. Prowl for sure loves his titties. He may not be on Starscream's level of narcissism(no one can reach his level), but he sometimes like to check himself out in a mirror or camera to admire his busty chest, groping himself and gently tugging on his piercings as he begins to pant and his fans click on. It's at times like this that he often dreams about being subjected to obscenely kinky scenarios: his tits being bitten down on harshly as he's forced to continue riding his partner's monstrous length, his partner hooking up pumps to his nozzles to activate his energon lactation and leave him hooked up with multiple vibrators stuffed up his valve and aft and left overloading silly for hours, or being left in a dirty alley during his heat cycle, all his panels open while he drips energon from his tits and his pussy leaks lubricant all over the ground as he's left in a spike-hungry state, just about willing to let anyone fuck him as long as they'll ruin his pussy and fill his gestation tank with transfluid.

I'M FINALLY BACK

Now this time I'm back for good, not like last year. I stopped writing for a while because of serious mental health issues that I had mentioned in an old post. I felt terrible for leaving the blog because I knew damn well that I would feel terrible if one of my favorite creators did that. I don't know why, but I'm so excited to come back and write for you guys again. Maybe it's because I was gone for so long, but I feel like I've been revived or something like that. Anyway, I'm back for good, and I'll be posting fics like usual<333

Warnings: gn reader, dom/top reader, sub/bottom ayato, masochistic ayato, degradation, spanking, choking

Word count: 979

Just imagine, Ayato teasing you as he works

"Accidentally" brushing up against your crotch when standing next to each other. "Accidentally" rubbing himself against you when walking past you. "Accidentally" grabbing your hand and rubbing it on his crotch--Okay, he isn't even trying to hide it anymore. And it doesn't get any better whenever the two of you are alone.

One time when Ayato was doing his paperwork and got horny again, he started off with the light and subtle touches like he always did. As always, they started to get more and more close to sensual and suggestive touches . It was then that you realized that something about him was...different.

While he was touching you or doing his work(which he was barely even doing), you noticed that his breathing was getting heavier or his face would get pretty red at sometimes. Whenever you would tease Ayato back, he would jump a bit as the blush on his face spread wider.

Now of course, you knew that something was up.

While you didn't know exactly what was going on, you could tell that Ayato was fidgety to to some form of pleasure. So like normal, you'll find out what's going. "Hey, Ayato, stand up real quick," you tell him. "I want to check something."

When he's standing, a confused look on his face, you suddenly grab his dick through his clothes, a loud yelp coming out of Ayato's mouth. Since you didn't feel anything there, you quickly felt up his ass, pushing your fingers towards his hole.

There it was! A buttplug!

Before Ayato could complain, you began pressing down harshly on the plug, causing him to let out a long whine as he grabbed onto your clothes. That's when you realized, Ayato had a small controller hidden inside his hand. So not only did he keep a buttplug inside of him, but a vibrating one and would turn it on from time to time.

Ayato was still clinging on to you as you kept prodding at the plug in his hole. Before he could speak up, you stopped touching him and told him to give you the remote he had in his hand. Being the natural brat he is, Ayato just smirked at you, asking what you would do if he refused. Pissed off, you grabbed his jaw harshly, forcing him to look at you. Ayato let out a needy moan at your behavior, causing you to roll your eyes

Asking once again in a not-so-kind tone, Ayato finally gave up the vibrator, his fidgeting motions coming back as he anticipated what was going to come next. You forcefully bend Ayato over his desk, earning a gasp from him. Quickly, you pull down his pants to reveal a purple plug inside of his ass.

"Now dear, I want you to count to 10 for me. Every slap counts as one. If you mess up I'll start over," you say, getting your hands ready. Ayato nods, shivering in anticipation. He loved being spanked. A little too much. But what he didn't know was that you weren't only planning on spanking him.

As Ayato prepared himself for your harsh blows, you turned on the vibrating plug in his ass to a high setting. Ayato's eyes widened as a string of moans left his mouth, not at all expecting the pleasure he was experiencing. While he was distracted, you planted a firm slap on his ass

*SMACK*

Ayato let out a loud, sultry moan as he felt the sharp pain on his ass, the vibrator only aiding his feelings of pleasure

But he didn't count.

"Ayato, dear, what did I say?"

"T-to--ahn! To count for every slap!", his words were interrupted by a moan from the plug still acting up inside of him.

"Okay then. Let's start all over again"

*SMACK*

Your hand cracked down on him again with no warning.

"O-one! Mhnn..."

"*SMACK*

"HyaaAHH! TwooO!"

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

"UnnNGH! OH--T-three! F-f-four, hahh,"

Ayato was beginning to lose his reasoning despite only being on his fouth spanking, but the spanking plus the vibrator in his ass were making his mind swirl with dangerous thoughts.

Every slap had his eyes crossing, a little drool coming out of his mouth as he couldn't keep his lewd mout shut. The slaps had him convulsing everytime; he felt like his nerves were on fire!

*SMACK*

That was the last spanking that Ayato could take

"O-OHH♡♡ HAHHNGH♡ Y-Y/N! CUMMING♡"

Ayato came with a loud cry, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he rutted against the table, milking every last bit of cum out of his useless dick

You just stand there, looking at Ayato with disappointment and disgust as he continued to whine as he rides out his orgasm

When he finally quiets down, he makes a feeble attempt at an apology but is quickly cut off by you grabbing him by the throat. You pull him up pressing your chest against his back. Ayato grabs at your hands because of the pressure on his throat, only causing you to tighten your grip.

"You know, Ayato. You just made me really angry. You came while I was punishing you? I never took you for such an eager whore." Ayato let out a choked whine at your words and your unforgiving grip on his throat. His eyes began to roll back into his head as black spots began dancing in front of his eyes, a small grin forming on his face.

"Look at you dear. You're even smiling, like the masochist you are. Don't worry though, I love playing with little sluts like you." Ayato finds himself cumming again from your name-calling and the crushing feeling on his throat. Ayato couldn't even think properly! All he knew that he belonged to you, and was your masochistic whore that loves any kind of pleasure or pain you make him feel♡

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.