Niki’s hands pull you off him, and you pull apart, coughing, saliva joining from your lips to his red-hot, angry tip.
“Shiiiiiiit. Suckin’ me so good, babydoll.” Before you can get word in, he slides his cock back inside your mouth, groaning.
You moan around him, hands holding onto his thighs for leverage as he fucks your throat. You train your eyes on him, and Niki swears he almost came at the sight of your glistening eyes.
“This is- fuck- what you deserve.” He pants out, bottoming out in your throat, humping your face. He then pulls back out completely, letting you breathe. “What do you say?”
“‘M sorry, daddy.” You pant out, kissing along his cock. “Really sorry.”
“Yeah? Want daddy to forgive you?” He asks you, swiping his thumb along your lower lip. You nod, and he groans. “Then get your pretty ass on that bed.”
The position Niki has you in is borderline nasty. Your spread on your back, one hand holding your lower thighs to your stomach as he pounds into your sweet pussy, the other rubbing your bursting clit. Your throat is sore, not only from taking him, but from the breathless moans that rio from you.
“Ngh! Thank you!” You moan out breathlessly. “S-so good!”
“F-feels good, huh?” Niki grunts out, hair clinging to his forehead, his chain glistening in the light of your bedroom. Your bodies shine with sweat, evidence to prove you’ve been at this for hours. “Love it when daddy- hah- fucks you so good, don’t you?”
You can’t even respond, resorted to a mush of sweet compliance, exactly how Niki wants you. Your pussy tightens around him as if it has a mind of its own.
Niki’s hand slides away from your clit, his fingers coming to your lips. You part them like it’s nothing, and he sticks them in. You lick yourself off them, and he presses down on your tongue, and you lips widen, and you both watch, Niki’s hips slowing to a deep grind, as fat glob of spit drips straight into your mouth, the noise wet.
“Su- such a good girl, huh? Jus’ for me, isn’t that right?” Niki returns to fucking you hard, and he wraps your legs around his waist while he lowers himself, resting on his elbows so his face is close to yours.
“Jus’ for you.” You nod, your cunt twitching as the new angle allows Niki’s cock to reach deeper levels of your pussy. His tip gently bumps that sweet spot, pulling you even closer.
And the man Niki is, of course he notices. “You just got soooooo tight, baby.” He moans out. “Gonna cum for me?”
You nod quickly. “Yesyesyesyesyes!”
“Cum with me then. Gonna fill this pussy so you’ll feel me for days.” Niki then lifts your legs over his shoulders, sitting up slightly as he plows his hard cock inside.
“Shitshitshitshitshit! Gonna cum baby-!” You go first, like always. Your eyes roll when you feel yourself exploding between your legs. Loud continuous moans echo in your bedroom as you twitch beneath him.
Niki follows soon after, and he thrusts one more time before pressing himself as deep as he’ll go, loud pornographic moans and groans mixed together as he spills himself inside.
I genuinely have not written in so long so I’m sorry if this is bad!!
OMGGGGGGGG I think i just nutted. This is soo good thank youuu 😩💋
Felt the mighty need to doodle Resident Evil AU(?) Rogue!y/n and Yoketron with this cutscene
This is pretty fun ngl.
[TFA] ♡ "OUTBREAK" Yoketron drabble
OMGOMGOMG THEY HAVE THE LEON ADA DYNAMIC I'M TELLING YOU... getting my moots into one of my all time hyperfixes omg lessgo... GORGEOUS ART AS ALWAYS!!!
inspired by 'Resident Evil'. ft @cheschesterpossum's rouge y/n.
scenario: one of his early encounters with you in a decepticon lab
note: contains a younger yoketron
WARNINGS: violence, decepticon war crimes
art is by @cheschesterpossum!!!
Yoketron had no idea what to expect when he was handed out this mission-- Fairly simple one too: Infiltrate into a top secret underground Decepticon research facility in the vicinity of the city of Tarn. It was a simple recon mission, he's done quite a few before and has yet to really fail. After all, he was a star student at the Dojo. So they believed in him, though he was still considered a rookie.
An easy mission, they said. It was a stake out if anything, they were reports Autobot POWs being transferred into this so-called research facility. Yoketron had many thoughts about what it really was, perhaps a prison camp or maybe something related to interrogation with what would obviously be less than humane practices.
But none of his speculations could prepare him for what he was about to see down there...
All he had to do was wait to see if any transports with Autobot life signals were entering. A visual confirmation along with a spark signal detection. Simple, really.
But one thing lead to another and now he's in the lab, uncovering its mysteries. There was some sort of outbreak, Yoketron really has no idea what happened but all of a sudden, the Decepticons in there were.. hostile. Not the usual, Decepticon hostility--- It was borderline animalistic. Their frames looked heavily damaged; sparks from wire endings, punctured fuel lines, torn plating, rust flakes all over their frame, and most concerning above all, plating discolouration. Their plating was dimmed of its colours, near that grey zone. As if they were dying.
He prowls around the lab, weary as to not make any sound and draw the attention of the infected Decepticon lurking about, knowing it would bring their friends along.
The atmosphere is cold, the hallways are quiet with the occasional groans of the infected, the sounds of their shuffling pedes and gargling was always going to unsettle him but right now, he needs to focus..
What in the name of the Allspark happened here? Is naturally the first question on his processor, unable to compute any known reasons as to how this could have occurred. Narrowing it down to either mass hysteria or him losing his mind. His servos are always by his katana handles, ready for the unexpected as he makes his way into, what seems to be a data archive- Perfect! Yoketron is sure there will be some kind of reason in there so he can figure out what exactly went down here and he doubts High Command will take anything he has to say seriously without proof. He needs to warn them, its the only reason he's taken this risk to go down here and retrive any kind of data he could get.
Keycard in hand, the young ninja swipes open the large metal door and a soft hiss emerges.
The room is dark, there's a monitor on screen and it seems like the access code has already been entered by... someone.
The thought hits him quick, he was not alone in here, was he?
And as soon as he felt that presence behind him, Yoketron whips around with his sword in servo, blocking what could've been a lethal strike to his helm by-
He freezes as he recognizes the mask you're wearing.
"Ah, good to see you again." You say taking your sword away from him as he just freezes there for a moment. Yoketron just blinks, confused and... unsure on how to feel as he looks into your mask.
"What are you doing here?" He asks, there's a hint of worry in his tone- Were you with the Decepticons? You dropped out, left the Dojo and disgraced it; roaming as a bounty hunter, without honour. Yoketron knows you belong to the highest bidder.
"Relax, I'm not with the 'Cons... if that's what you're wondering." You say, a servo on your hip as you study him through your mask. Yoketron looks uncertain. His guard is down, you could strike him any moment but you chose not to. Which is.. assuring? In a way? Yoketron snaps out of his thoughts. Why did his mind get so muddled when it came to you!?!?!?
"Then who are you with?" He asks, keeping his distance from you even if he does yearn to be closer, eyeing you suspiciously and you can't help but find it cute, in a way.
"Hm. Can't say. My benefactor wouldn't like it." With your servos behind your back, you approach the console, looking at the screen. Yoketron huffs, of course. He knows better than to pressure you about it but he prays that its someone good, someone affiliated with the Autobots.
"Fine, do you at least know what's going on here?" He asks with a frown as he approaches you, standing behind you as you continue your work on the console. Hoping that wasn't classified too.
"A virus outbreak." You say, continuing to go through files, seems like you were downloading a select few for... some purpose.
"Virus outbreak?" He asks, tilting his helm a bit as he moves to stand beside you, trying to look at your face but alas, the mask.
You nod in response, making it sure that he didn't mishear that. "The Decepticons were developing some sort of virus in this facility, most likely to use as a bio-weapon." You say, keeping the details vague on purpose as you plug in a data driver into its slot to collect what you need. "But something must've went wrong and their weapon was turned against them."
He puts his servo on his chin, reassessing everything he's seen... The Autobot shells on examination tables, frames being thrown into smelters... It made sense now. Smelting away the frames to avoid spread... But what did-
It hits him like an arrow.
The Decepticons were using captured Autobots to run the tests on.
He feels... outraged. It made sense now. All those datapads he saw related to the Rust Plague made sense now, they were probably studying it to make this new virus. Of course they wouldn't test on their own, none of them would volunteer so they found an easy way out. The realization was haunting- Those poor sparks.. Yoketron choses not to think about it now.
"Alright, virus makes.. sense." He mutters out. You hum, looking largely.. unphased by these atrocities. It does irk him in a way but he's also very jealous. There's a lot of disturbing things he's seen down here that he wants to erase badly.
"Wait, there's... there's a city above here..." He mumbles out, looking at you with a deep worry. If this virus breaks out from this lab then it will effect the residents of Tarn, Decepticon occupied territory.
"And? We don't owe the Decepticons anything." You shrug it off with a huff, you did have a point but just... leaving? Letting these things crawl their way up to the surface and infect an entire city? They might've been Decepticons but that didn't mean they should-
"Who's to say the spread would stop at Tarn? It could spread all across Cybertron!" He remarks, trying to convince you to stay past your directive, maybe even stay with him.
You go quiet for a moment, Yoketron looks at you keenly. He knows he can never read you with the mask on but he tries anyway, his optics gleaming with anticipation on his hardened face.
"...There is a anti-virus." You mutter out in thought, Yoketron looks relieved momentarily.
"A cure?" He asks and you shake your helm.
"No, more like... prevention," You explain. "There could be a cure somewhere in these files though." You pull out the data driver, complete with the list of files your gracious employer requested you to bring.
"But other than that, I can't really help you." You say, your servo on his chassis as your faced face leans in close to his face. Close enough for his frame to go rigid and spark to jump to the back of his intake but he's quick to compose himself, clearing his vocalizer as he completely registers your words. You continue to walk away with a smirk playing on your dermas, leaving him here as you get ready to hand over the data and cash a paycheck.
"You can't go out there alone." He says, turning to look at you. Your helm creaks back to look at Yoketron who approaches you.
"There are far too many of them. You and I both know neither of us can make it out alive by ourselves." He says, a conviction in his optics. A need to do what is right, he really was an Autobot..
"You want to team up?" You cross your servos over your chassis. Somewhat amused by his offer. Though, he did have a good point--Primus knows if the entrance you used is accessible still considering the whole place is on lockdown. Might be the only fail safe the Decepticons had..
He gives a firm nod.
"Yes. You assist me in finding this cure and anti-virus," He continues, explaining the deal. The best way to get to you was through a deal. "And in exchange, I'll assist you deliver that to your benefactor."
You smile beneath your mask.
"Tempting offer." You mumble out, somewhat playful about this. You're too relaxed, in Yoketron's opinion but its just how you've always been.. Weighing your options, you sigh.
"Fine. Team up it is." You extend your servo in a gesture of goodwill, Yoketron hesitates for a moment but quickly places his servo in yours.
He's not letting anything touch that hand for a while.
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--- I like to think you and Yoketron have overlapping missions every now and then, coming across each other and playing that same cat and mouse game every single time.
--- At least, until he became a Dojo Master. Then he's never really had much time to come across you as much but oh, does he hope so...
--- Definitely a deadly duo on the field if they ever had to team up.
Nikis got you bent over the edge of the bed, ass up high and cheeks spread wide by his bruising grip, his cock already buried balls-deep in your dripping cunt.
The room fills with the filthy plap-plap-plap of sweaty skin meeting sweaty skin, his heavy balls slapping your clit raw as he rails. “Fuck, this pussy’s gripping me so tight,” he growls, one hand fisting your hair to yank your head back while the other cracks down hard on your ass cheek leaving a stinging red handprint blooming instant.
You jolt, walls clenching harder around him, and he spanks again, harder, the jiggle of flesh rippling. “Yeah, take that—ass bouncing while I wreck this hole.”
He pounds relentless, free hand sliding around to rub your clit in vicious circles that make your thighs quake uncontrollably. Sweat drips down his toned chest onto your back, his abs flexing with each thrust dragging in your gummy walls.
“Cum on this dick, baby.” The command tips you over—orgasm crashing violent, vision blurring as your pussy convulses around his cock, gushing slick down his length and soaking his thighs. He groans deep, hips faltering for just a second, before he keeps railing through it, spanking your other cheek red to match. “Good girl.”
Riki shifts angles and it’s brutal his cock spearing your g-spot while his fingers pinch your clit mean, thumb pressing hard. Overstimulation burns, every thrust forcing pathetic whimpers from your throat as the pressure builds again, tighter this time, meaner.
“Do it—squirt all over my cock like the slut you are.” You shatter hard, squirting and splattering his abs and the bed, thighs trembling around him as he laughs dark, low. “Fuck yes—look at that mess. Pussy crying for more.”
His hips keep slamming as his own release builds—cock throbbing wild inside you. “Gonna fill this cunt up—breed you full.” He thrust once more, buries deep one last time, balls drawing tight, and cums with a broken groan as ropes of hot, thick seed flood your womb, tummy swelling slight with the load as it overflows, leaking out your hole. You feel every pulse of him still inside, walls fluttering.
But Riki’s not done. He pull out slow, obscene squelch heard as his cum spills free, then he flips you onto your back effortless. Drops between your legs, eyes locked on the creamy mess dripping from your puffy hole. “My favourite part—eating my cum out of this pussy.”
Tongue dives straight in, lapping broad hot strokes through the mix of your squirt and his seed, wet and nasty as he sucks your clit swollen, nose buried in your mound. Fingers plunge deep to scoop his load, fucking it back in before pulling out to slurp his fingers clean.
You’re crying tears streaming hot down your cheeks from the intensity, body too wrung out for anything but mad, broken moans spilling endless. “Riki—fuck—too much, please,” you sob, hands fisting his hair, thighs clamping his head, but he pins them wide open, devouring greedily like a starved animal.
“Shut up and cum again wanna taste us together.” Tongue spears your hole deeper, curling to lick up every drop while his thumb rolls your clit merciless, forcing one last brutal orgasm from your shaking form squirting weak into his mouth as you wail, vision whiting out completely.
He laps you clean, chin glossy with his cum and your liquid, he crawled up to collapse beside your trembling wreck of a body. Kissing you, letting you taste the mess of the both of you on his tongue—before pulling you into his chest. “Perfect little cumdump.”
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“LUTE!”
Vanessa had just barely ducked her head in time to dodge a fireball that nearly careened with her skull, which thankfully only struck the revenant directly behind her, and was now facing the culprit: a purple-haired mage, hand extended in a clear post-fireball-hurtling position.
“Yes?” Lute responded flatly, as if she hadn’t nearly just torched her pegasus knight companion.
“Could you perhaps exercise a little more caution with your magic?!”
Lute simply shrugged in response. “If you weren’t in the way, I wouldn’t have almost hit you. Perhaps you should be more aware of your surroundings. And besides, you dodged it just fine! So, no harm done.” She quickly moved past a bewildered Vanessa to inspect the remains of the monster.
Vanessa simply could not understand that girl. She was hard enough to read as-is, but this interest of hers only made her more confounding.
Vanessa hated fighting monsters. The inhumane screeches they made upon death, the utter ruthlessness in their strikes, and their tendency to appear in vast hordes… she would count herself lucky if she never had to take a step into the creature-crammed floors of the Tower of Valni again, frankly. And yet, for some reason, Lute was utterly fascinated over these creatures. Anytime a battle included any sort of skeleton, gargoyle, or some other affront to the Goddess, she would always insist she take place in it. She didn’t do it to smite them from the land for some sort of holy purpose, like L’Arachel seemed to, however. She just… wanted to be near them? Perhaps? Vanessa decided now was as good as a time as ever to get some answers.
“What exactly do you find so… fascinating about those creatures, Lute?” Vanessa questioned, breaking Lute’s apparent deep concentration.
“What isn’t there to find interesting about them? You’re telling me the prospect of a stone statue gaining life or a skeleton rising from its grave to wreak havoc doesn’t deserve any sort of looking-into?” She curtly responded.
“That’s… fair, but then why do y-“ Vanessa’s train of thought was suddenly interrupted when she noticed the distinct lack of her javelin in her hands. “Where did it- LUTE!” Her answer came all to quickly as she swiveled around to see Lute prodding at a nearby skeleton with said javelin, giggling slightly as she pushed it away with the blunt end of the stick. Said skeleton was clearly not enjoying this as much as Lute was, as it wildly tried to swing at her with its (mercifully) short sword.
Vanessa quickly snatched the javelin back from Lute’s hands, much to her disappointment, and just as swiftly dispatched the monster, before turning back to the (apparently) aspiring pickpocket. “You’re spending a bit too much time around Colm, I think. He’s rubbing off on you.”
Lute simply gave a mischievous grin as she mumbled a quick ‘sorry’ and went right back to looking through the remains of the smoldering revenant.
“…What are you looking for, anyways?” Vanessa questioned as she peered over Lute’s shoulder. “Or do you just dig through monster corpses for f-“ she suddenly earned a shush from Lute, who had apparently found what she was looking for.
Lute rooted around in the mush for a brief moment (thank the Goddess she had gloves on, at least) and pulled out a small, dark crystal that was seemingly buried quite deep in the creature’s burnt remains. She held it in her hands and marveled at it, as if it was a diamond. “Do you know what this is?” Lute asked excitedly as she turned to Vanessa, who was, admittedly, curious. She shook her head. “This is an Anima crystal! According to a tome I read, it’s the very source of what gives the monsters their life! This is-! I need to show Artur!” As soon as she finished that sentence, she shot to her feet and dashed off towards Artur, practically bouncing up and down as she showed him her ‘find’. He seemed equally fascinated in it.
Strange as Lute’s interests might be, as long as she was having fun, there was no harm to it, Vanessa supposed. And she had to admit, the brief explanation over the crystal did pique Vanessa’s curiosity over just how these creatures work… perhaps she could ask Lute about it… preferably when they aren’t in the middle of clearing out a fort full of said monsters, of course.
As Vanessa quickly mounted her pegasus to answer Neimi’s shouts for assistance, she felt like she understood the purple mage a little better now.
OMG THIS SO GOOD
I really like the Vanessa Lute dynamic, it's very fun
Lute going immediatly to Artur when she finds something cool is. Just. Great, I love it
