Honorshipping anon kink
Title: n/a
Fandom: Pokémon
- Characters: Falkner, Morty, Litwick/Lampent, Cress+brosoo
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Morty gets a Hitimoshi or a Rampuraa. (and maybe even got one and bred some more.) Falkner is not sure if he's comfortable with Morty's new favorite pokemon being his personal lamps. Because he could've sworn one was watching them as he and Morty were in their bedroom... Are you catching where I'm going with this, anon? ;) bonus if Korn or Touya/Black was the one who hooked Morty up with a Hitomoshi, too. ;)
Notes: Prompt for pokanon. Honorshipping and...shit, Falkner/Lampent. Somewhat modified.
They stared down at it, tiny form and little flame, sound asleep in its small, fireproof blanket covered in red fur.
"What're we doing with it?"
"Nursing it back to health?"
"Isn't the PokéCenter a better place?"
Scowling. "We're not keeping it."
Tut. "Don't be so negative."
Worry. "We don't know how to care for ghosts."
"What Cilan said."
"What's with you, Chili?"
"We're not equipped for this."
"See??"
"All right, we'll take it to Nurse Joy."
----
Nurse Joy smiled that bright smile of hers, a trait of her very expansive family. "It's not so bad. Just a little exhausted from the rain. It should be better by tomorrow night."
Cress sighed in relief.
---
It followed him around, afterward. Seemed the little guy liked humans a bit too much. Which would have suited Cress fine...except Litwick and Panpour clashed at an alarming degree, even after being formally captured. It made Cress sad, even if there was a possible solution. Having met an internet friend with an affinity for ghost-types was beginning to come in handy...
---
Morty, by the way, saw no resemblance between Cress and Falkner. There was, however, something about Litwick that seemed familiar, desirable, and so damn cute.
The word 'no' never crossed his mind.
---
It wasn't the first time Falkner met Morty's new acquiree, but the first time he saw it on a shelf, replacing an ordinary candle in the library ever so insistently, he shouted in fright. It made sense, in hindsight (its light was brighter and it could move wherever it was needed), but to see it just sitting there...
Litwick liked Falkner as much as it liked Morty. Which is why when Falkner apologized to it and gave it a pet, it squirmed in delight and went where Falkner needed it.
The Gastly who always followed Falkner around was just a little irked at the candle muscling in on its territory.
---
Litwick evolved. Lampent remained as loyal as ever. A little too loyal.
---
Falkner moaned as he was turned over, the tip of his renewing erection barely grazing the bedding as his hips were pulled up and back to fit against Morty's. Just the two of them, like it should be. Morty loved watching his lover writhe, and Falkner never had to try, because every caress left him wanting more. His nails clawed into the futon, his own panting crossing the back of his hands, as Morty slowly teased his entrance. But Falkner made the mistake to look ahead, across the room, and stiffen in shock just before Morty had him seeing stars and white around his vision.
Lampent was the source of light in the room, something Falkner hadn't noticed while he was being dragged inside for the attempt at ravishing him. And it was looking straight at them. The house ghosts avoided the bedroom at these times, as a courtesy Morty asked of them (though Gengar had interrupted them once or twice, and Drifloon only once), so to find Lampent not only in there, but blatantly watching...
Watching them? Or, Falkner felt, watching him.
The "Wait," he wanted to say was lost in his own cry as Morty sank into him, leaving his mind spinning and his body craving more. He couldn't keep his eyes open, heavily with the pleasure of knowing who was bending over him to coax him up, up onto his hands and then upright entirely. Arms wrapped around him snugly and Falkner pressed back, but when could open his eyes, Lampent was all he saw; surely, Falkner was all Lampent saw, and the obviously spying made Falkner's stomach tighten uncomfortably, not liking it in the least. But Morty began to thrust, and the sensation of being fucked like you were loved overrode the unease of Lampent's presence. He tried to ignore, he tried to forget, but the building heat of the room only served to further remind him of their voyeur. The fire of an orgasm was scorching this second time, like the dark flame inside Lampent's transparent body, and the mixed sensation only delayed its inevitable eruption.
Not that Morty wasn't trying to help him lose his mind, not with one hand already over his damp cock and the other threading through his bangs, turning his head and kissing him.
There wasn't any forgetting Lampent was watching.
---
It was quiet, it was dim, and it was gray left, right, down, up, everywhere. And he was tired, but warm, even where his skin touched nothing but air. Warm, naked, and comfortable.
There were a pair of yellow dots just over his chest, and the firm touch of something that didn't feel real. Coasting over his legs, his hips, his nipples, but he couldn't see. Only felt.
He arched his back when it brushed between his legs, and cried when it curled around to enter him slow-but-steadily, when it curled around his half-hard length. It took its time and there was nothing but care, even when it felt like a fire engulf his erection and spread through inside him. Burning, burning, it was all over him, and all he could whisper was--
---
Falkner woke up with a small jolt, still on his back and still clung to, having been unable to move after the fourth round. But it wasn't just Morty in bed with him.
On his other side, Lampent slept on.
Fandom: Pokémon
- Characters: Falkner, Morty, Litwick/Lampent, Cress+brosoo
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Morty gets a Hitimoshi or a Rampuraa. (and maybe even got one and bred some more.) Falkner is not sure if he's comfortable with Morty's new favorite pokemon being his personal lamps. Because he could've sworn one was watching them as he and Morty were in their bedroom... Are you catching where I'm going with this, anon? ;) bonus if Korn or Touya/Black was the one who hooked Morty up with a Hitomoshi, too. ;)
Notes: Prompt for pokanon. Honorshipping and...shit, Falkner/Lampent. Somewhat modified.
They stared down at it, tiny form and little flame, sound asleep in its small, fireproof blanket covered in red fur.
"What're we doing with it?"
"Nursing it back to health?"
"Isn't the PokéCenter a better place?"
Scowling. "We're not keeping it."
Tut. "Don't be so negative."
Worry. "We don't know how to care for ghosts."
"What Cilan said."
"What's with you, Chili?"
"We're not equipped for this."
"See??"
"All right, we'll take it to Nurse Joy."
----
Nurse Joy smiled that bright smile of hers, a trait of her very expansive family. "It's not so bad. Just a little exhausted from the rain. It should be better by tomorrow night."
Cress sighed in relief.
---
It followed him around, afterward. Seemed the little guy liked humans a bit too much. Which would have suited Cress fine...except Litwick and Panpour clashed at an alarming degree, even after being formally captured. It made Cress sad, even if there was a possible solution. Having met an internet friend with an affinity for ghost-types was beginning to come in handy...
---
Morty, by the way, saw no resemblance between Cress and Falkner. There was, however, something about Litwick that seemed familiar, desirable, and so damn cute.
The word 'no' never crossed his mind.
---
It wasn't the first time Falkner met Morty's new acquiree, but the first time he saw it on a shelf, replacing an ordinary candle in the library ever so insistently, he shouted in fright. It made sense, in hindsight (its light was brighter and it could move wherever it was needed), but to see it just sitting there...
Litwick liked Falkner as much as it liked Morty. Which is why when Falkner apologized to it and gave it a pet, it squirmed in delight and went where Falkner needed it.
The Gastly who always followed Falkner around was just a little irked at the candle muscling in on its territory.
---
Litwick evolved. Lampent remained as loyal as ever. A little too loyal.
---
Falkner moaned as he was turned over, the tip of his renewing erection barely grazing the bedding as his hips were pulled up and back to fit against Morty's. Just the two of them, like it should be. Morty loved watching his lover writhe, and Falkner never had to try, because every caress left him wanting more. His nails clawed into the futon, his own panting crossing the back of his hands, as Morty slowly teased his entrance. But Falkner made the mistake to look ahead, across the room, and stiffen in shock just before Morty had him seeing stars and white around his vision.
Lampent was the source of light in the room, something Falkner hadn't noticed while he was being dragged inside for the attempt at ravishing him. And it was looking straight at them. The house ghosts avoided the bedroom at these times, as a courtesy Morty asked of them (though Gengar had interrupted them once or twice, and Drifloon only once), so to find Lampent not only in there, but blatantly watching...
Watching them? Or, Falkner felt, watching him.
The "Wait," he wanted to say was lost in his own cry as Morty sank into him, leaving his mind spinning and his body craving more. He couldn't keep his eyes open, heavily with the pleasure of knowing who was bending over him to coax him up, up onto his hands and then upright entirely. Arms wrapped around him snugly and Falkner pressed back, but when could open his eyes, Lampent was all he saw; surely, Falkner was all Lampent saw, and the obviously spying made Falkner's stomach tighten uncomfortably, not liking it in the least. But Morty began to thrust, and the sensation of being fucked like you were loved overrode the unease of Lampent's presence. He tried to ignore, he tried to forget, but the building heat of the room only served to further remind him of their voyeur. The fire of an orgasm was scorching this second time, like the dark flame inside Lampent's transparent body, and the mixed sensation only delayed its inevitable eruption.
Not that Morty wasn't trying to help him lose his mind, not with one hand already over his damp cock and the other threading through his bangs, turning his head and kissing him.
There wasn't any forgetting Lampent was watching.
---
It was quiet, it was dim, and it was gray left, right, down, up, everywhere. And he was tired, but warm, even where his skin touched nothing but air. Warm, naked, and comfortable.
There were a pair of yellow dots just over his chest, and the firm touch of something that didn't feel real. Coasting over his legs, his hips, his nipples, but he couldn't see. Only felt.
He arched his back when it brushed between his legs, and cried when it curled around to enter him slow-but-steadily, when it curled around his half-hard length. It took its time and there was nothing but care, even when it felt like a fire engulf his erection and spread through inside him. Burning, burning, it was all over him, and all he could whisper was--
---
Falkner woke up with a small jolt, still on his back and still clung to, having been unable to move after the fourth round. But it wasn't just Morty in bed with him.
On his other side, Lampent slept on.