ohkay okay ive read a few of your fics and honestly just wanna say i luv them so much!! shakes you violently but anyway okay so you have a few motm fanfics and i wanted to ask bendystraw with a choking k!nk/breath play👀👀 please. I don’t want anything specific just.. breath play, either of them can be the one getting the short end of the stick induno I’m SO sorry if you’re not comfortable with this and I’m so sorry for the long ask
MDNI :: A Breath of Fresh Air
|Fandom: MOTM
||Pairing: Bendystaw (Bendy x Cuphead)
|||Rating: 18+
|Waarnings: cuphead is/was a suicid@l bitch, c0cking, kink, improper use of bendy’s tail, oral sex, p0rn w/ or w/o plot, no plot, but pot, smoker x drunk, they are gay, your honour!
||while being shaken violently Ello nonnie!! Thank you for your kind words <3. Don’worry, I am no shy woman on chocking— my 2020 corpse era is sill there I fear — but I digress, hope you liked it, made it as spicy as I could. Thank you for the wait~ Glittery kisses – k0k0
“GOOOOOOODDDDDD EVENING ladies and gentlemen, toonies and toons and welcome to tonight’s special edition of your favourite talk show Roll he Dice, with yours truly the king of sin, manager of the damned-”
Cuphead pulled the plug on the television, absolutely tired of hearing that overly-excited voice of the Devil’s Casino former manager. That game night show or whatever the others talked about was absolutely an eyesore, ear sore, all-your-limbs-sore. The collector sighed and went to the minibar in the room, grabbed a barely cold beer can and popped it. Open. It was rarely when Cuphead indulged into a drink or two when on a mission; he usually lets the get tipsy and get a hit t a bar for after they finish, even if unsuccessful. But this was different, it wasn’t really his and Mugman’s mission, nonono. This was that damned demon’s and that mutt’s. And he was absolutely sick of it.
Yes, they helped put his head back together. And yes, they were good drinking chums usually and had funny stories to tell. Yet there wasn’t anything good Cuphead could say about their two new friends. “Dinking on the job? You’re supposed to rest, idiot… aren’t you dizzy?”
“Why would I be dizzy? Because I can barely walk as it is and my head huts like it’s been plastered of ether in desperation and-”the elder brother realised what he said and shut up. It was disrespectful to be picky after everyone worked their asses off to save him – Mugman went through a o as well. “Mugs I ain’t mean it like that-”
“Save it. I really don’t want to pick an argument with you at this hour. I’m going out with Shelly and Boris. You can go fuck yourself in the meantime.”
And suddenly the motel room felt very quiet so quiet in fact that Cuphead began to miss the sound of Dice’s voice on the TV. He started to stare at the wall, nursing on his beer like some child seconds away from a tantrum and using soda to ‘calm down’. The stale smell of the walls splattered with black mod in a corner, the buying yellow light from a lightbulb hanging on its last transistor not to shatter and leave the room in darkness, the faint sound of knocking on the front door. If it wasn’t Mugman, he didn’t care to answer te door. And it wasn’t - because he would’ve taken the keys with him if he locked the door of course.
He finished his first can and went to go through the scrolls their newly aquainted friend Shelly provided about the Blot and the supposed Ink Machine. He made a stupid promise during the deal a promise that he could not keep: no harm come your way. But the harm was already inside of the demon; so how can he make sure n harm comes his way with this disease. If he knew, hewould’ve been more specific.
A sharp pain ran through his heart, through Cuphead’s soul, making him hunch slightly and grip harder on the scrolls. Another sharp knife slid between his ribs, cutting through the flesh and bone and beginning to tare into his soul. He fell to the grow with a loud thud, gasping for air like a madman. Usually, he was able to control the punishment of not upholding his deal; after all it was’t the first time. Yet, this was different, as making the deal directly in his astral form made it stronger, deeper, painful.
When pains like this rose in him, there was not much he could do – he was sharing the pain the demon felt from harm upon him. Sharing, a part, a mear fraction of what Bendy was going through and e was acting like a big baby. Cuphead needed a breath of fresh air, and quick. He readied himself, hodding onto the table for support as he finally managed to get up. “Fucking blot-” He felt a ratchet feeling deep not his gut, a scorching warmth that made his insides boil from within.
It took years, years to be able to get to the balcony of their room, the second he was outside and he felt the fresh air of the air (as fresh as noxe-filled air can be), Cuphead concentrated on his breathing trying to suck in as much air as possible. It wasn’t exactly soothing, but it helped him get another feeling rather than pain. He was sick of pain, he was so sick of it… it’s all he felt for a long while coupled up with guilt and-
“First time?” He heard a very familiar voice from the other side. Bendy was already climbing onto his balcony from his, using those demon reflexes to get in there. “Don’t worry smuggled Dip from the train. 1,5%. Not. As strong as you’re used. To-”
“I’m not diseased like you, demon! It’s because of the deal we made-”
An awkward moment of silence fell between the two men before Bendy crouched down and patted the space next to him. Reluctantly, Cuphead sat down completely. “It was selfish of me to not tell you the truth back in the forest, but you and your brother-” the cup cut down the demon raising his palm slightly and nodding, already understanding the situation. “Then let’s break it!”
Break it. Ha! That was a foolish thing to say, as a deal cannot be broken that easily. Either Bendy has to tare his soul out, or Cuphead needs to hurt Bendy himself… he knew how to do that safely, he’s done it before to himself numerous times when he tried to get some of the steam and grin of battle out of his system. Picking up this hitman job was also another way to get the adrenaline rush he needed.
“And you have any idea what that implies?!” He spat bac at Bendy, clearly posed off at their predicament. “Either you kill me or I kill you, short stack. There ain’t really a way around it.” There was a way around it but cuphead wouldn’t let himself tell him that. No, no.... he couldn’t trust himself with anything of the sorts.
“Well... we can still share some DIP in the meantime if you want to. I can see that you can’t take this anymore, going through it alone... that’s what hurts the most” Bendy added, still holding out the half empty bottle of DIP he had. He understood Cuphead, he understood that he couldn’t tell his own brother, he couldn’t worry him too much. He’s been there with his own brother, he’s gone through the same torment as the cup is facing now if not even worse. Hiding the first symptoms, hiding the pain, the whimpers during the night, the sunk in eyes and having to act all happy and merry in order to not give it away to people that you’re sick.
Because once you are sick, you will never be treated the same ever again.
“People are complicated, each have their poison-”
“DIP ain’t poison, shit-head!”
Cuphead laughed at that. Of course, it wasn’t poison. It was medicine masked as poison, how can he ever forget that. “Yeah, it ain’t. It totally does not make you vomit your guts out-” He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and his lighter, pulled one out and plopped it in his mouth. “Ya don’t mind right? With Mugman around, I can barely catch any kind of smoke around here.” When the demon shook his head slightly, He lit it up and took a long drag. “Now that’s a breath of fresh air, toots...”
Bendy snickered, popping open the lid and taking a swig. “Yeah? You reek of cigs from 7 blocks away!”
“Started young. Pops never let me smoke though, he was against it. But when he fell asleep in his chair, i took his pipe from him and tried it.”
The memory was bitter sweet in a way, Bendy understood that; he couldn’t empathize with it though as he never really had those sweet moments with his family... well he couldn’t call the nuns a family but there was one that always snuck a doughnut or two to him after punishments so he can cry with something sweet in his mouth. It did soothe the pain away at that moment, but once the sweetness was gone, there was only the pain left to help him fall asleep.
Pain is viewed by many as something terrifying. Not for Bendy. No, no, no. The demon was different in that aspect – he loved the pain, learned to accept it asa a friend and a confidante when everyone else couldn’t help him. As Cuphead took another drag of his cig, Bendy’s tail moved very slowly from the ground, up the collector’s back. He loved pain, slight one at the very least. So, if he likes it and he likes Cuphead; by normal, simple logic, Cuphead will like the pain. His tail coiled around his shoulders slightly, making Cuphead shivered at the alien feeling.
“Getting touchy, toots... huh, didn’t realise your tail is this fucking long.”
“And strong-”
“Wha- oi!”
Bendy's tail snapped closer to his neck until he was firmly gripping the cup’s neck. Tighter and tighter, Bendy’s tail began to inflict pain to Cuphead. Pain... but pain that made your heart flutter, that type of pressure that made your head spin. Oh and did Cuphead’s vision buzz up, He chuckled, the vibration running slightly the soft, black skin of the tail. “I like it toots~” He leans in closer, his eyes darker with an unknown desire “And I like you-”
Cuphead roughly captured the demon’s lips in a kiss, the tail still wrapped around his neck like a shackle, a remember that he was just a dog on a leash; and most dogs are nasty when they have such a catch in their fucking grasp. Bendy was surprised at first, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t hoping for it deep into his soul. He bit down on the collector’s slightly cold lips, the subtle taste of earth still on them.
He pulled away slightly only to look back up at him “Yer insane, Cuphead… so fucking insane, but I want it,” Bendy moved into his lap, pressing his hands on his chest, as Cuphead’s hands instinctively grabbed a hold of his hips. “I want it all~” The cold air hit the demon’s back, the gust of coldness going up together with his shirt. Maybe getting indecent on the balcony was not a good idea for the majority of people, but those two were not the majority of people. They had something special between them, a pact, a bind, a soul contract; they could feel the same as the other, yarn the same as the other and it was a beautiful thing.
The gentle quiet buzzing behind Cup’s eyes, that static in the back of his head didn’t left, as his breath hitched with every small jolt of Bendy’s tail, the pointy tip brushing against his collar bone after each time the grasp tightened… then eased back to allow him to suck in a shuddered breath—
Suddenly, the front door opened and Mugman came in the small room, seeing the door to the balcony opened, and his brother and the demon outside going at it. “Oh hell nah-” and grabbed what he forgot, quickly leaving before the two could see him.
“Mental note to self… kill the demon and the imbecil for public indecency”
…
“Did you hear anything?” Bendy let o completely of Cuphead, turning his head towards the door to look into the empty hotel room, trying to find something that wasn’t there. The rough, reassuring hand on his hip trailing down to the curse of his ass, greedily grabbing it snapped him back to what they were doing before. “Must be just my imagination, nerves for being in the arms f such a dangerous, murderous man~”
“Murderous? Toots, I swore off killing aimlessly when I as nine.” He placed small kisses on the other’s jaw, slowly making his way to his chest. He was careful, gentle; almost too gentle. Who would think a murderer, a bounty hunter would be so romantic with his partner? He pushed Bendy down on the ground, earning a small huff from him. “But I never swore off of fun with pretty little things like you” he gave a long filthy lick from the bottom of the demon’s neck all the way dow, just shy off the hem oh his pants, where he stopped and kissed again in that agonisingly good way.
“Will you just get to it, you absolute tease?!”Bendy protested, clearly frustrated and rightfully so. Before the collector could snark up another smart comment, he shoot his tail, wrapping it around his neck again, tight, rough, void of restraint. Cuphead felt lightheaded, air getting in and out harder. His lungs were gasping for air, as if he was a hay fever bustard stuck in a garden of blooming lilies; he let out a strangled moan, blood rushing in all the right directions- down- as he bowed his head down to get more of the pressure given to him.
“Are you some kind of pain slut…weirdo” but there was no I’ll tent or bite behind Bendy’s words, because he’d be a lier if he said e did not enjoy it; enjoyed having him wrapped around his little finger, his breath in his grasp. He eased the tail again, shifting under the cup to buck his hips up. The reality was very simple, my friend: they were both feeling the same need for each other. “But who am I to judge you, crackle~”
Between breathy kisses and and moans, they managed to slip off their clothes. Cuphead wrapped his hands under Bendy;s thighs, lifting one of his legs up to hook around his hip. “You can’t even guess how much I waited for this baby. Untouchable my ass-” he leaned over and bit his neck hard, bendy letting out a small whimper as he secured his arms round his neck. “M-meanie!”
“Oh? Not so tough now that you are not on top anymore, are we dancing little princes? But I wanna see you sing now~”
That coo, vicious and threatening to a degree, still could not prepare the poor man for what was coming for him. With no warning, no prep, no anything – the fucking animal – rawdogged his way into his entrance. He shut his eyes tight, head tilting back as a desperate moan ripped from his throat. “A-are you mental you- ohh you-”
Cuphead chuckled, arms moving to scoop the demon up slightly, “Lemme love ya, toots~” he didn’t waited long for him to get used to the feling, he didn’t had to. Rule no. 1 of how to please your demon: stroke his dick ego while you’re balls deep into him.
“Two can play that game-”
Rule no. 2, never let your guard down. Or do, but the outcome might vary on the demon.
Bendy clawed at the collectors back feeling that disrespectful roll of hips against his tat made him see blurry all over. “C-Cuphead-… y-you bustard!” He whimpered, his breath shallow; but don’t be fooled: he was bucking his hips back into the cup’s to feel him fully in. Hypocrite who?
Cuphead steamed up, the soul in his head bubbling up slightly at the warm tight muscle enveloping him like a vice. “You’re so fucking sexy baby”. His thrust got harder, crueler,,, the sound of skin on skin filling their eardrums, feeding their need for each other. Cuphead groaned, biting on Bendy’s shoulder to silence himself, moving a hand to clasp around the demons mouth. As much as he loved hearin his voice, the other patrons of the hotel might not be so keen hearing their lewedest moments.
Bendy muffled louder under his hand, breath hot against it and the collector could tel he was close. That, or he was projecting since he was so close himself. His thrust became more erratic, faster rather than hard as he chased his own release more than anything in the moment. “Fuck, toots… oh god-” he shuddered burying himself to the hilt and spilling his semen into the demon, who already took care of the rest and coated both their midriffs in his own.
The collector slumped against his partner, tired, both panting like dogs. “Yer dangerous as hell toos”
“And… huff you love danger?”
Cuphead smirked, kissing his forehead in an oddly sweet gesture given what they just did. “Sometimes… but I sure fucking love you more, baby boy~” e noticed the tail trashing behind him at the pet name, and he had to remind himself to tease him more about it later.
