Let the randomness BEGIN!!!!!!+18

By your second orgasm, the need of your bladder gets to the point you aren’t able to ignore it. Conquest, the fucker, hasn’t even had one of his own, but you were used to that, and it seemed as if he preferred it that way. You wouldn’t exactly call him a considerate lover, it was more so that he liked to use sex as a game to measure how long he could go each time. 

Stupidly, you think that he’s about to stop and give you a break when he pulls out, but the concern you feel still grows bigger and heavier. At the feel of his hard cock pressed to your entrance, you open your mouth, ready to voice that concern, “I don’t think I can.”

“Nonsense!” Conquest responds, pulling your body back onto his chest. You rest all of your weight against him, even as he brings you both up onto your knees. His thick, muscular thighs rest in the space of your spread legs, giving you no choice but to keep your legs open wide. 

“Please,” you gasp as his cock stretches you open once more, “I can’t,” you groan, trying to twist out of his hold. 

Your struggle only seems to turn on the man even more as he wraps his left arm around your body to keep you close, the metal cold and unforgiving. “You can,” Conquest says into your ear, mustache grazing your earlobe. 

Conquest’s right hand goes to your chin to turn your head and pull you into a rough kiss, one that reopens the cut on your lip he made earlier. He groans at the taste of your blood on his tongue, only pulling away from the kiss when his cock is buried within you. 

Once the kiss is broken, Conquest’s hand moves down your neck and then your chest. When it reaches the arm wrapped around your stomach, you wait with bated breath, looking down to watch as the metal arm is pulled away. 

You thought his hand was going to go around your cock and to try and coax another orgasm out of you, instead, it went to press against your lower stomach. You thrash against his hold, but Conquest is quick to stop the movement, this time with his metal hand wrapped around your neck. 

Unlike him, which makes you even more nervous, he coos softly into your ear, “shh,” he hushes. The hand around your neck doesn’t match the softness of the sound, instead, it locks you in place as he presses his hand in harder. 

The build of it feels oddly similar to an orgasm, but the shame of it is the complete opposite of the rush of euphoria from earlier. You bite your lip to try and stifle the mix of a groan and sob, but it still manages to make its way out as you stain the ground below with your piss. 

“That’s it,” Conquest purrs, his hand around your neck loosening as he hooks his chin over your shoulder and watches the stream. 

Another sob falls from your lips when you feel the cock inside you throb, the absolute freak behind you was fucking getting off on it. You were never going to agree to another sparring session with Conquest again, nor would you ever be able to show your face in this same training ground. Maybe after you were done, you would find the strength within yourself to overpower the brute and use him to destroy the area during the skirmish. 

“You sick fuck,” you hissed as it finally came to an end. 

The laugh Conquest let out was loud and booming, much too loud for how close you were, “you’re the one that’s getting hard,” he said into your ear, nipping at the shell, “again, might I add.”

“We were supposed to be training,” you responded, hating how breathy your voice sounded. 

Conquest lets out a chuckle, “we are,” he says, “we’re training your-”

“If you say my endurance, I’ll-” you try cutting him off, the Conquest was faster as he pulled you into another kiss. 

As you mix the substances together, you hear rustling of leaves from the woods. Suddenly, Blaidd exits the treeline and heads over to your campfire. He's carrying a large piece of raw meat. He drops it beside the fire and gives you an exhausted smile before collapsing onto his makeshift bedroll next to yours.

"Did I miss anything?" he asks groggily.

You shake your head slightly. "Nothing much, just trying to make something," you say nonchalantly as you carefully pour the contents of the mortar into a new vial. Instead of the usual deep red color associated with Bloodboil Aromatics, the liquid inside has taken on a faint pink hue.

Blaidd raises an eyebrow and approaches you curiously. He takes the vial and uncorks it before taking a whiff. His eyes widen in realization.

"That doesn't look like any Bloodboil Aromatic I've seen before," he remarks, eyeing the unfamiliar color of the potion. "What did you use instead of the Land Octopus Ovaries?"

You shrug casually. "Just beast blood from those big doggies we fought back in Caelid," you explain. "I figured they might work since they're kinda similar, right?"

Blaidd hesitates for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Well, I suppose so... But I don't think anyone has tried using dog blood instead of octopus ovaries before. This might be interesting."

Nodding firmly, you grab the vial containing your concoction and raise it to your lips. "Only one way to find out!" you declare boldly.

Blaidd looks worried. "Are you sure? We don't know what effect this will have—"

"Too late".

You swallow the entire contents of the vial without another thought. Immediately afterward, a strange sensation begins to spread throughout your body. Warmth fills your veins, followed by an mild burning sensation that seems to radiate from every cell in your being. Sweat breaks out on your forehead as you feel like you're on fire from within.

Gasping for breath, you drop the empty vial and lie on your bedroll.

Blaidd rushes to your side, concern etched across his features. However, upon closer inspection, he realizes that rather than experiencing pain, you appear to be... enjoying yourself? With each wave of heat coursing through your body, you let out soft moans of pleasure.

Your hands stretch out towards him, desperately seeking contact. Confused yet intrigued, Blaidd tentatively allows himself to be pulled closer. Your arms wrap around his waist and pull him close.

Puzzled by your behavior, Blaidd leans in closer to get a better whiff of whatever is causing such a reaction in his mate. As he takes a deep breath, his eyes widen in surprise. That familiar scent – one that sends shivers down his spine and causes his heart to race – emanates from you. Arousal.

Somehow, in place of creating a Bloodboil Aromatic, you had managed to craft up an aphrodisiac!

As Blaidd continues to process the situation, you begin to grow impatient. Moaning louder now, you attempt to draw him even closer until your faces are mere inches apart. Your lips part slightly, begging for a taste of his mouth.

He quickly comes to the conclusion that perhaps the beast blood played a role in changing the outcome of the potion.

Frustration bubbles within you as Blaidd remains lost in thought. Unable to hold back anymore, you release a whimper, demanding his attention.

Finally, he snaps out of his daze and gazes down at you, taking in your flushed face and pleading expression. Understanding dawns on him – you need him now, more than ever.

Blaidd lowers his lips to meet yours in a fierce, passionate kiss.

Intoxicated by the potion's effects, you throw caution to the wind and devour Blaidd's lips with fervor. Your hands move restlessly beneath his armor, eager to touch bare fur.

Blaidd chuckles softly between kisses, finding your aroused state highly entertaining. Yet, despite his amusement, he cannot help but crave more contact with you.

Reluctantly pulling away from your lips, Blaidd starts to remove his armor piece by piece. Hearing your plaintive whines, he gives you a playful grin. "Patience, mate," he coos teasingly.

Eager to join him, you hastily shed your own garments to relieve yourself of the heat overtaking your body.

Stripped bare, you settle back onto the bedroll, legs spread wide open in invitation. Your hard member stands proudly erect, pulsing with desire. You can't help but give into primal instincts, letting out a series of heavy pants that echo through the campsite.

Blaidd's ears perk up at the sound, his own arousal growing stronger by the second. With swift movements, he joins you on the ground, his tail swishing excitedly behind him.

Chuckling softly, Blaidd watches as you continue to behave erratically. Could the beast blood be responsible for bringing forth these animalistic behaviors? To test his theory, he reaches out and gently strokes your belly.

The instant his hand makes contact with your skin, you arch your back and let out a mewl of delight. Your canine nature seems undeniable. You emit a low whine of approval, prompting Blaidd to continue exploring further south.

Encouraged by your response, Blaidd delves deeper into his exploration. His fingers dance across your inner thighs, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. You writhe beneath his ministrations, unable to contain the building pressure within you.

It doesn't take long for his hand to brush against your twitching cock, eliciting a sharp cry from your lips. Your hips buck wildly, urging him to keep touching you.

Teasingly, Blaidd wraps his large hand around your throbbing erection, squeezing gently as he begins to stroke you. The sensations send shockwaves through your body, eliciting a series of whining moans.

"Such a needy little mate," he murmurs affectionately, unable to resist leaning in for another kiss.

Fueled by the aphrodisiac, you lose control entirely. Whimpering and reaching for him, you manage to capture his head between your palms. Pulling him closer, you devour his lips once more, turning the kiss into a messy affair filled with slurping sounds and saliva.

Beneath the influence of the potion, your speech devolves into babbling, but one word rings clear amidst the chaos – "please." Over and over again, you beg for release.

Growling low in his throat, Blaidd responds to your pleas with increased vigor. His tongue delves deeper into your mouth as the pumping on your cock picks up speed.

Abruptly, Blaidd tears his lips away from yours and slithers down your torso. Without warning, his warm tongue swirls around the tip of your member, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. Sucking you whole, he begins to bob his head rapidly, eliciting loud cries from your parched throat. You buck your hips into his maw.

"Mmmm... fuck... yes..." you mumble, completely overcome by the pleasure. As Blaidd works your cock, you dissolve into a mass of incomprehensible moans and mumbles. Your body temperature skyrockets due to the aphrodisiac, leaving you covered in sweat and borderline delirious.

The intensity builds within you, threatening to break the dam holding back your release. With a pitiful cry, you finally succumb to the waves of pleasure crashing over you. White hot cum shoots from your cock, filling Blaidd's waiting mouth. He opens his maw wide, allowing you to witness your semen splattering the walls of his throat.

Without missing a beat, Blaidd switches his focus to your quivering hole. He presses his tongue flat against your puckered entrance, circling it with practiced ease.

Overwhelmed by the sudden stimulation, all you can muster is a weak protest mixed with a whine. "Blaidd, wait, I... fuuuuck."

Blaidd lifts your legs over his broad furry shoulders, giving himself unfettered access to your hole. He raises your ass off the ground a bit. He presses his nose against your crevice, inhaling deeply the musky scent of your arousal.

Slathering his wet tongue over your asshole, he digs his furry snout deeper into your crack. All the while, he growls his appreciation, letting you know exactly how much he's enjoying your flavors.

"So...good," he rasps between licks. "You taste so good, my mate."

Blaidd drives his long tongue deeper inside you. Each thrust feels impossibly filthy, yet incredibly exhilarating. As he forces your body to accommodate his size, he lifts your ass higher, forcing you to balance awkwardly on your shoulder blades.

Unable to form coherent words, all you can offer in return are helpless whimpers.

After a few minutes, Blaidd withdraws from your depths and surveys his handiwork. Your hole is loosely open, glistening with wolf saliva. Even in its relaxed state, it still seems hungry for more.

Seeing how well you've taken his tongue thus far, he praises you. "Good boy, such a good, responsive mate."

With a gentle tug, Blaidd guides you back down to the ground, positioning you just right to receive his thick wolf cock. Its massive girth slaps against your now flaccid member, reminding you that there's still much more to come.

Despite your exhaustion, you find the strength to beg for more. "Please, Blaidd... I want it... please fill me up"

Blaidd teases you mercilessly, pressing the tip of his massive member against your gaping hole. Instinctively, you clench your inner muscles, trying to entice him further.

"Be patient, mate. We have all night." His words leave no room for argument, though they do little to quell your burning need. He pushes the very tip inside before retreating once more.

Frustrated by Blaidd's slow pace, you throw caution to the wind and wrap your legs around his waist, attempting to pull him deeper inside. Unfortunately, he proves too strong for your feeble efforts.

A deep rumble escapes his throat as he laughs heartily at your bold move. "So eager," he remarks playfully. "I like that." Undeterred, he continues to plunge the head of his cock in and out of your eager hole.

Finally, Blaidd decides enough is enough and slides an inch deeper inside you. The sensation sends you spiraling into another wave of ecstasy.

Growling in approval, he claims possession of your body. "Feels so good having me inside you, doesn't it?"

Unable to formulate words, you simply nod frantically, lost in the haze of desire. Satisfied by your state, Blaidd takes hold of your hips and plunges the remainder of his monstrous, canine cock into your body.

Once Blaidd bottoms out, he allows himself a moment to revel in the connection. "Mmm, perfect fit," He mutters as his furry balls nuzzle against your ass.

Instead of immediately thrusting, Blaidd opts for something slower – grinding and gyrating his cock inside you. Grabbing your hands, he pulls them around his torso, locking you in place as he sets a leisurely pace.

In the midst of your passionate coupling, Blaidd suddenly pulls out completely. Before you have time to protest, he slams back inside with a single forceful thrust.

Your cries of surprise morph into pleasured mewls at the sudden intrusion. "Shhh, there's a good mate," Blaidd whispers tenderly, knowing full well how sensitive you must still be from the potion. "Sweet boy".

Nestled within the comfort of his embrace, Blaidd resumes his measured strokes. With each powerful thrust, his heavy balls slap rhythmically against your exposed rear end.

Taking advantage of your closeness, he presses his nose into the crook of your neck, taking deep breaths filled with your scent.

Overcome by your intoxicating scent, Blaidd cannot help but comment on it. "You smell amazing, love. Maybe we should make some more of that aphrodisiac for next time." His words send a fresh surge of arousal coursing through your veins.

Urged on by your growing excitement, Blaidd picks up his pace, fucking you harder than before. His tongue darts out to trace the edge of a prominent scar adorning your neck – the mark he gave you when you both became mates. His thrusts become erratic, bordering on feral.

Wrapping his arms around you possessively, Blaidd's voice lowers to a primal growl. "Oh gods, I want to flood you with my cum so badly, mate."

Hearing these words ignites a fire within you, prompting you to beg for it. "Yes...cum in me," You mutter in a daze.

Encouraged by your words, Blaidd doubles his efforts, driven solely by primal urges. Every powerful thrust of his cock elicits a mix of squelching and squishing sounds from your ass.

As he nears climax, his knot swells dangerously close to bursting point.

Giving into his most basic impulses, Blaidd sinks his teeth into the flesh surrounding your bonding scar. You cry out as you hold him tighter. At the same time, his bloated knot forces its way past your ring of muscle with a wet pop, locking you together. Finally, he releases his load deep within you, filling every crevice with his cum. You whine as you feel his cock twitch and throb with every pump of cum.

With both of you trembling during the comedown, Blaidd cradles you gently in his arms, offering words of solace and praise. "That was incredible, mate. You took me so well... so perfectly."

You let out a content sigh. "Yeah, that was amazing," you say as you kiss the side of his muzzle.

Sensing your improved mental state, Blaidd cannot help but remark upon it. "Seems like the effects of the aphrodisiac have finally worn off, eh? Good thing too, otherwise we wouldn't be able to stop ourselves from fucking all day."

Locked together at the hips, you manage to summon a small smile. "Sounds like a plan for another night. I think I might need to write down that recipe." Your words are met with amused chuckles from Blaidd.

“Where’s that fight gone, huh?” his growl was a thick, husky rasp that sounded dirtier simply because it had bubbled out of his throat. his hips swung forward, his thick cock sliding into you now with so little resistance it was humiliating. you were already fucked out. he’d already worked you over so hard and deep that your body yielded to him. warm and pliant and wet despite your self. you muttered something awfully close to fuck you, but even that slurred into the muck and slush against your mouth. it was weak; lacked that initial bite that you’d had when Victor had first pushed you into the snow. “Nah,” he chuckled wickedly, palming the back of your head, smearing you face first into the snow as he pounded you from behind without an ounce of mercy to give. “Thought you had more than that left in ya, but once this cunt a’yours busted wide open, suddenly y’aint got shit to say to me that’s worth a damn. Claws tucked away, eyes rollin’ ‘round in your head like marbles. Pussy sloppy so I can dive right in.”

Victor’s baritone was ugly and mocking, his claws scraping your scalp— he didn’t care if he cut you up, it would match the rest of you. blood drawn on your arms, legs, and one, hideous claim across your tits when he’d torn your shirt open. they all stung; the pain seeming all the more sharp in the freezing cold. when your mouth wasn’t full of dirt and snow, your breath came out in ragged puffs of white in front of you, drool flying. your lungs burned from the cold, and it made it harder to catch your breath, so you wheezed and whimpered each time the beast fucking you bottomed out.

“keep your head up,” magneto instructed, plunging his cock into your hole. you moaned, thighs trembling against dr. strange’s palms. your feet where off the floor and your back to him and your front to magneto, sandwiched between two vanguards and their cocks while bullets bounced off the giant piece of concrete you three took cover behind.

dr. strange shuddered as he slid into you embarrassingly easily, both massive cocks deliciously rubbing against each other while you clamped down, making the two men groan out in pleasure.

“ah, much better,” magneto chuckled, his tongue sliding between your lips while strange reached to rub liver your clit with his fingers, your poor pussy clamping down as they fucked you through another orgasm.

stephen moaned, softly biting your ear, greedily pulling your ass back against his hips. “your magic is…ah…exemplary, my dear,” he panted, peppering kisses onto your flushed cheek. both their cocks moved agonizingly slow, both men too aware of their size.

magneto was less vocal than strange but no less sweet. he grunted against your mouth, pulling away to let you breathe, his beard tickling your neck as his rythm grew increasingly faster. “truly a marvel,” magneto praised, locking eyes with strange. he was close too. their cocks rubbed against each other inside your sopping pussy, bouncing you between them before they simultaneously groaned, flooding your spent cunt.

you craned your head up, fucked out and buzzing with pleasure. “all healed?”

ONESHOT: LUCAS LEE X GN!READER FLUFF

Lucas and Y/N were sat at home, bored out of their minds. It was pouring rain outside, there was nothing good on TV, all of their video games had been beaten.

“I’m kinda hungry,” Y/N declared. “You?”

“I could eat,” Lucas replied.

“We should bake something!” Y/N exclaimed.

“Ooh, what about that chocolate cake you made that one time? Or, or! The red velvet cupcakes!” Lucas said excitedly.

Y/N could be quite the baker, especially for Lucas. He had quite the sweet tooth, and they were always there to satisfy it.

“Let’s go for the chocolate cake,” Y/N remarked, taking items out of the cabinets and setting them on the kitchen counter. “Wanna come help me?”

“You know I do,” Lucas replied, getting up from off the sofa.

Soon enough, all the ingredients were in the bowl, and it was time to mix them up.

“Grab the hand mixer and I’ll let you mix, since that’s your favorite,” Y/N smiled. Lucas reached into one of the cabinets and brought out the hand mixer. “Now, remember… Start the mixer after it’s already in the bowl. We don’t want a repeat of last time.”

Last time Lucas and Y/N baked something together, they let Lucas use the hand mixer. But, he made the mistake of starting the mixer before putting it in the bowl, and cake batter was all over the kitchen.

“Yeah, we definitely learned our lesson,” He replied.

“You. You learned your lesson. I already knew that,” Y/N laughed.

After the batter was all mixed up, they poured it into a heart-shaped cake pan. It was secretly Lucas’s favorite.

“You’re not such a tough guy after all, huh?” Y/N teased.

“I’m tough! Tough guys can like heart-shaped cakes…” He replied. “They’re made with love!”

“Damn right!” They said.

Once the cake was done and cooled down, it was time to decorate. Vanilla frosting and sprinkles were the toppings of choice.

The two of them were deep into their decorating session when Y/N decided to tease Lucas a little more. “Hey, Lucas?”

“Hm?” He hummed, not looking up from putting frosting on the cake.

“Look at me for a sec?”

Finally, he looked up, and Y/N smeared frosting on his nose. “Oops!” They giggled.

“Two can play that game!” Lucas retaliated, doing the same on Y/N’s cheek.

Before long, it was a full-on frosting food-war. There was barely any frosting on the cake and most on their faces, hands, and in their stomachs. After they washed up, there was still just enough frosting for the cake.

“Even with less frosting, this cake is still delicious,” Lucas remarked with a mouth full of cake.

He had been ignoring you all day to focus on his work. It was prearranged, of course, you knew that he wasn’t going to give you much, if any, attention all day. Ramattra had fallen behind with his workload. 

The omnic never admitted it to you, though. He didn’t want you to pull away when you were the reason his work wasn’t being completed. He loved being with you. He’d rather be with you than do his work, but time was of the essence and it was important that he got it done. 

“Ram, when are you finished?” Your voice calls out to him.

“Soon.” He states, still working. 

“You’ve been here all day.” You approach cautiously. “How much do you have left?” 

“Too much.” 

His short answers were irking you. 

“Come on, you need a break.”

“No.” His voice was cold, hand gripping his holopad tightly. 

“Please.” 

Ramattra sighs. “Be quiet and let me work.” 

You change your tone, something that will get him to listen to you. “Ramattra.” 

Mistake one.

The room fell silent. The omnic has stopped typing, he stills completely. 

“You would be wise to keep that tone at bay.” He says.

“Why? Don’t like it when I speak that way?” You smirk, knowing exactly what you were doing.

Mistake two.

“[y/n]. I am not messing around.” Ramattra places the holopad on the desk. His wires burned inside of him. 

You take a step back before speaking once more. “Neither am I.”

“[y/n].” 

“Ramattra.” 

Mistake three.

The omnic stands quickly and the colour drains from your face. He approaches you quick without giving you time to prepare. His hand grabs your throat, slamming you into the door behind you. 

“You want to play this game?” He snarks, tilting his head. From behind his faceplate, a faint red glow can be seen from his optics. 

“Try me.” 

Ramattra chuckles, hand gripping tighter that it cuts off airflow. Your hands come up to grab at his. “I will push you to your limits, pet.” 

There was a small smirk on your face but it disappears quickly the moment his other hand grabs at your hip with a bruising strength that it startles you. 

The omnic leans in, tone low to your ear. “If you know what is good for you, you will shut up and get on that bed.” His hand squeezes your neck tighter for a second before letting go. He watches you gasp for air, the heat within your cheeks rising as you saunter over to the bed. 

“Good boy, pet.” He stands above you, optics scanning your body as you sit there. Ramattra thinks for a moment before his hand grabs you by the scalp, pulling you back up to face him. “Perhaps you need to be taught a lesson in behaving.” 

You whine, feeling the pleasure and pain of his hands holding you. 

Ramattra wastes no time in throwing you down on the bed and getting on top of you. You were stripped so effortlessly, laying there bare for your lover. 

“I will break you.” He states, hand trailing down your body before he pulls your legs apart, a small chuckle escaping him as he watches your cock leak onto the sheets beneath you. The cold air hits you and though you want to close those thighs, Ramattra keeps you spread open. 

“Such a whore. So needy and pathetic for me.” Ramattra drags a single finger up the length of your cock, watching how you twitch to his touch. “Such a brat does not deserve to feel pleasure.”

You whine, hiding your face with your hands. 

“Do not hide from me, pet.” He pulls your hands away and secures them above your head with one hand as his other ghosts over the aching wet mess between your thighs. The whimper and shudder that came from you makes him lean in closer. 

“Be good and take it.” 

His fingers trail up your length, drawing gaspy moans from you, but he doesn’t wrap his hand around your cock, no, he keeps dragging his finger up and down, teasing you. He watches you writhe, shaking from his touch. 

Ramattra keeps a close optic on you, seeing the heat rise in your cheeks, the way your breathing gets heavier and quick. His fingers feel how desperate you are, stroking your slick across the head of your cock. 

“R-Ram…” 

“Be quiet. You did this to yourself.” He finally wraps his hand around you. “You will take it like the good boy that you are, and maybe then you will not talk back to me.” 

Slow, languid motions make you moan out, eyes closed tight as he keeps his motions steady. 

“You will obey me, yes?” He tilts his head to the side, but when met with a whimper, his hand stops moving. “Use your words, pet.” 

“Y-yes.” You nod frantically, looking at him with hooded eyes that were full of lust and need. 

“Then I expect you to do just that.” Ramattra resumes his motions. “I will not be so lenient next time.” 

The room quickly fills with whimpers and moans as the omnic continues to stroke your cock with slow motions, drawing out every raspy moan from your throat. He had since removed his hand from yours and placed it back around your neck, squeezing the air out of you momentarily before letting you breathe. Your head was feeling light as the pleasure grew tenfold. 

Ramattra watches you, watching for any sign that you might be close because he knew you wouldn’t speak out. His own circuitry warms up as he listens to you, watching your chest rise and fall with each staggered breath you took. 

When all sensitivity had heightened, your body flushed and throat coarse, your cock twitches within his grasp… and he lets go, ceasing all motion. 

The whine you let out was music to his receptors as your body writhes beneath him, wanting that friction, wanting his hand to be back around your aching cock.

“Look at you. So desperate.” He chuckles as he drags both hands up your sides before moving back down and grabbing your hips. “What do you want, pet?” 

“P-Please…” You gasp, moving your own hands to his, grabbing at his wrists. 

Ramattra hums, looking down at your hands. He ponders for a moment before getting a cruel idea. He pops off his pelvic plate before lacing his fingers with yours and pinning you down on the bed, hands either side of your head. 

“This will hurt, but you can take it, right pet?” His face was close as his own appendage teases your hole. 

“Ram-” 

“Being a brat means you get punished, to be put in your place. Take it.” He pushes against you, feeling how tight you are. There was no preparation, just his own slick mixed with yours as he pushes inside. He was slow, not wanting to cause too much damage, but when he bottoms out, his hips flush against yours, he growls. “So tight. So good.” 

You cry out, tears stinging your eyes that threaten to fall. 

“Do not cry.” Ramattra coos as he pulls back and slides back in. “Brats need to be taught a lesson.” 

“R-Rama-” 

His hands tighten around yours, digits pinching the skin that it causes you to hiss. “Such a good boy. Taking me so well.” The omnic pulls back and snaps his hips back against yours that elicits a rather loud cry from you. He peers down, watching you leak over your stomach as he slams his hips into you at a brutal pace. “Do not cum.” 

“But-”

“Silence. You will cum when I tell you to.” His words were just as harsh as his pace. “You will listen.” 

“Y-Yes…” Was all you could muster as Ramattra continued to fuck you into the mattress. 

“Good boy.” 

Ramattra groans, his on body warming alarmingly fast. Wires burnt within him, HUD filling with temperature errors and images of your pathetic face. Ramattra felt… Alive. 

“If you disobey me again, I will not go easy on you. Understood?” 

You nod, but Ramattra clasps his hand around your throat. 

“Y-Yes, I understand.” You choke out.

He removes his hand, interlocking it back with yours as he continues to ruthlessly fuck you. “That was not so hard, was it?” 

Ramattra grows sloppy, his own systems too hot to continue. “Cum for me, pet.” 

You whimper, whining out as Ramattra hastily grabs you and strokes your aching cock, so sensitive and begging for release. It didn’t take you long at all, a couple strokes and you were seeing stars and painting your stomach white. The omnic above you fills you completely as his hips are flush against yours one last time, his own cock buried deep within you and pumping you full of his own seed. 

Ramattra takes a short moment to regain consciousness, his optics looking over you, seeing how flushed and how pretty you look underneath him. The tears in your eyes, the way you’re panting, chest rising and falling. 

“Such a good boy for me.” He hums but his tone remains dark. “Have you learnt your lesson?” 

You look up at him, a small nod accompanied by a smirk that quickly disappears. 

Ramattra catches it immediately. “Humans and their stubbornness.” 

Between each word he snaps his hips into you, harder than the last and his tone grows sinister. “Do. Not. Push. Me.” 

The cries don’t deter him as he goes for the second round which becomes more painful. His hands grab and pull at you, bruising your body in several places, but he never once touches your cock. 

“I will break you, you little brat.”

—

He has always admired the function of sleep when you do it. Watching your comfort, hearing the slight change in your breath, it brings him his own sense of stability that he often uses to help with meditation. But tonight he simply cannot focus.

Typically he will avoid calling you pretty or little, hearing that human men do not usually like to be told they are such. He has never asked if you would appreciate such praise but he thinks it often, especially now. Most humans, he may think of words akin to weak, but you are such a pretty little man that it boggles his vocabulary banks and only makes him think of such basic words. Of course he thinks you are strong and capable, but when you are like this, when sleep has overtaken you… helpless, little, and oh so pretty.

Tonight he has caught quite a sight. You have gone without a shirt, something Ramattra should not find as exciting as he does. But you are dreaming about something he can only imagine is perverse and your back is arched so delightfully that he can not help it. And the soft sounds that escape you do not help matters at all, timid but needy as if you are simply begging for something. The thought crosses his mind that you may be dreaming of someone else, but he hopes you would never think of anyone but him and he chooses to think it is himself nestled in your dream and making you react so soft and lewd.

Then he is given more confirmation than he could ever need as he stands, gazing down at you. He moved to do so when you started small movements against the mattress, rubbing down into it slowly as fists clench into the sheets. A wanton moan passes your lips in the process.

“Ramattra…” You say, followed by a whimper.

Oh what could he be doing to you in that dream of yours? It must be quite something to get his pretty little human grinding against his mattress and spilling his name out so beautifully. Perhaps you need to be properly taken care of. In reality. He has considered it before, discussed it lightly with you. At the time you had said you wouldn’t mind waking to him buried deep inside you, so long as he was gentle. There is nothing really holding him back.

So he slowly pulls your blankets back and takes a moment to admire your movements. Short but desperate grinding of your hips that make your ass look divine with your back arched so perfectly. The only human he dares to admire. With cautious fingers he pulls your pajamas slowly down, a hand guiding your hip carefully so he may remove them. Your movements continue, quiet whimpers accompanying them and making Ramattra all the more eager to please you.

He removes the plating that covers his sleek appendage, the mechanisms already at work to lubricate himself. A feature he finds quite useful, especially when he finds himself needing you this badly. He runs his fingers along himself, ensuring the lubricant is thick in its coating. In the past he worried he would hurt you without preparation, but both of you found the lubrication to be sufficient and the slight stretch delightful, so he has long abandoned that thought. Holding your hips still with one hand, he guides himself to your ass. You split so perfectly for him each and every time, it causes a rumble in his voice box that he can never stop.

Beneath him, you shutter and further arch your back as a moan slips freely from your lips. Ramattra lets his free hand glide over your spine, so delicate that it reminds him he must be careful with flesh and blood. Your skin is something he is very glad he can truly feel, never happier that he has such a sense as touch. It is so warm against his finger tips, so… squishy. He relishes as it bends and forms as he presses into it, momentarily distracted from his need by simple fascination until you shift beneath him. Your hips move, making him slip an inch out of you. He quickly inserts himself back, not thinking of much other than that lovely heat you provide. But then he feels you stir and scolds himself for not being gentle.

You groan, sleep interrupted and head groggy. Ramattra leans over you, nuzzling his faceplate into your neck and encouraging you to relax back against your pillow.

“Allow me to care for you, my dear.” He says softly. “I will be gentle.”

You settle, seemingly content with the situation and Ramattra takes the opportunity to let vibrations hum against his face plate as he nuzzles your neck, his hips grinding idly. You respond, hips moving with his and encouraging him on. He obliges without hesitation, sliding out slowly and replacing himself with an angle he knows will make contact with your prostate. The groan of pleasure you release only spurs him on, repeating the motion again and again until it turns to a whine for something more.

He settles both hands on your hips now, burying his face flush against your skin to give his loving vibrations while his pace increases. Great care is taken not to give into his own desire, not to fuck you too roughly in such a sensitive state. He may do that later, when you want to scream his name rather than moan it. For now, he carefully draws his hips back and forth at a quick enough pace. You move back into him as much as you can, writhing at his attention as you near your end.

He slips his hand under you, wrapping his fingers delicately around you and mechanically matching his own pace. Never would he allow himself to release before you, so he is pleased when you whisper his name and spill over his hand. He gives you a few final pumps before returning his hand to your hip and focusing on his own pleasure, more careful with you now that you are even more sensitive and fragile beneath him. It takes a few more thrusts, a hint of his hand running along the wires extending from his head, but he releases as well. The synthetic fluid comes out in spurts, filling you so much in tandem with his appendage  that it forces its way out around him, dripping to your thighs before he’s even left you. And he leans back to watch every bit of it, wishing for a moment that he could taste it as you have, you had told him it tasted of grape flavoring.

He chuckles as he likes it back up

"There are a few exquisite models here, pet. Let's get you one."

He flips to a page and shows you

It's the model he has

Your face burns, hiding your face in your hands as you lean on him

"You're awful," you whine

You peak through your fingers

"Do they have glowing ones?"

"let's see"

Ramattra will be there throughout the surgery, making sure nothing goes wrong

If you ever feel dysphoric, he'll immediately start to comfort you

"Sweet, beautiful boy, I'm so proud of you"

Asgore Dreemurr

He's so happy for you

Be prepared to be pulled into a crushing bear hug

He's with you every step of the way

He'll sit down with you and plan out everything. From the days before the surgery to the aftermath and recovery

However, he'll be sure to mention any monster magic options for you to consider

Whatever you pick in the end, he'll support you

Plenty of kisses and cuddles throughout the process

He knows surgery is scary for humans, so he's sure to make you comfortable every chance he gets

Tea, snacks, and massages galore

After you get your surgery, Asgore will be a nervous wreck

Doting on you like a mother hen, he won't leave your side for a second

Mohg, Lord of Blood

The moment you tell him, he'll have his followers work on finding ways to give you a dick

Riiiighhttt after you give him a few heirs

Unless you don't want to

He'll be pouty but ultimately respects your decision

Him and Varre are your biggest support pillars before and after the process

Mohg literally doesn't let you do anything by yourself

He carries you around everywhere you need to be

"You shouldn't waste your energy, dearest"

Varre will be even worse

"What size would you prefer your phallus to be, lambkin?"

After the surgery, Mohg will keep you in his bed for a long time

Even when you're fully healed, he'll insist you stay resting

Cage his arms around you and nuzzle close like a clingy puppy

Wendell

He's a bit confused, but after explaining it to him, he'll definitely be your number one supporter

"Is there a dick store we go to or...?"

Yeah he's still a bit confused

He'll cling to you during matches and ask you tons of questions

Even during gunfire

"OMG, can we get matching dicks?"

Please be patient with him

If there's time between the storm moving, he'll be sure to give you lots of attention

"MY BOYFRIEND'S GETTING A DICK!"

He screams out in the empty building you two are stocking up in

Or so you thought

"You homos make me sick," a voice calls out, the clacking of heels hitting the floor echo through the area

You two turn to the voice

"INTERNATIONAL POP SENSATION ARIANA GRANDE?!?!?!?" You both exclaim in unison