#antiaverage lemon

[yeet-me-dad-dy]

The Sweet Stuff

Authors: @yeet-me-dad-dy​ and @littlegreypistol​

Characters: Anti x Chase (AntiAverage)

Warnings: Oral sex, anal sex, tentacle dick, excessive cum.

Words: 2,435

Summary: Cuddling in bed turns to smut.

Note: I adopted this from a rp we did and tried to keep it as word for word as I could, so it might not be... super well put together. I haven’t done a fic from a rp before, but something tells me I‘m about to start.

Chase flops down next to Anti on the demon’s big round bed, a chocolate Poptart between his lips. Anti looks at him with a raised brow.

“What are you doin’?”

“Brought snacks,” Chase replies around the treat as he takes a bite.

He hands Anti a piece, but before he can even pull the treat into his mouth, Chase’s lips are on his, stealing the Poptart. Instinctively, Anti’s tongue goes with it, forcing itself into the other man’s mouth, where tongues entangle together.

Anti lets out a soft moan and Chase’s eyelids flutter closed as he brings a hand up to caress the demon’s cheek. This wasn’t entirely unexpected, - Chase and Anti are tangled up in each other whenever they can be - so Anti wastes no time in wrapping his arms around the other man’s waist and pulling him close. One of Chase’s legs drapes itself over Anti’s, and with a grin, the demon falls to his back, pulling his partner with him.

Chase chuckles into his mouth before he dips in, deepening the kiss that’s easily reciprocated as Anti locks his legs around the other man’s waist. Suddenly, lips are beneath his jaw, pressing upward to angle Anti’s head so that Chase can get at his pulse point, where he presses soft, open-mouthed kisses that morphs into gentle sucking.

Anti lets out a whine as he claws at Chase’s back, his shirt bunching up beneath the demon’s fingers.

“Fuck, Chase...” He moans as his mind begins to swim. Chase has an effect on him that no one else ever has. He’s intoxicating, and Anti will gladly admit that he’s addicted to the man. Everything about him is inviting, appealing... desirable.

Chase rocks his hips against Anti as his tongue joins the dance on his neck, licking along the spot he’s claimed. The demon, in turn, can’t help the involuntary buck of his hips that rises in search of more friction. Chase’s fingers dance downward along Anti’s side to play at the hem of his shirt. He nudges it up to reveal the demon’s v-line, which has Anti hissing in want.

“Chase, s-stop teasin’ me... Just... fuckin’ touch me...” he tries to growl, but it comes out as a whine

Anti can feel the grin against his neck as Chase pulls away to smirk down at his partner.

“You’re so impatient,” he chuckles.

The bed dips around his legs as Chase pulls down to lick along the outline of Anti’s v-line. His tongue is warm and wet against the demon’s skin, and it has him squirming. His breath picks up and a light blush paints his cheeks. He allows his eyes to flutter closed and mouth to fall open ever so slightly.

Chase moves slowly, pressing kisses all along Anti’s v-line. The demon sucks in a breath when he feels Chase’s lips on his crotch. He groans and bucks again, skin on fire with desire. One of his partner’s hands sneaks up his shirt, tracing teasing circles over his abdomen. He smiles into the skin just above the waistband of Anti’s jeans as sparkling blue eyes peer up at the sight before him.

“Cha-a-ase...” Anti’s chest heaves with unrestrained desire. His hands come up to rest on the bed beside his head, and it’s all he can do to not claw at his own hair in an attempt to release some pent up energy.

“Well, if this isn’t a sight for sore eyes,” Chase murmurs. He pushes himself to his knees and stares down at his partner with a predatory gaze as his fingers find Anti’s zipper. The demon lifts his lips just enough to allow Chase to pull his pants downward, the tentacle-like appendage beneath springing free. Chase glides soft fingers over the ribbed member, teasing.

Anti grits his teeth and growls, frustrated at the lack of friction. “F-fuck.. off...”

Chase’s hand stills and Anti swears silently at himself.

“Poor choice of words,” his partner growls and pulls away.

Anti panics, eyes flying open, and he grabs desperately for Chase.

“No, wait! Please, don’t go... Please...”

This is a side of Anti that Chase hasn’t seen, but the demon can’t help himself. He wants Chase. He needs Chase. With a grin, his partner shimmies Anti’s pants down farther, revealing the thick bulge at the base of his cock and the soft sack beneath. A moan breaks free from Anti’s lips as Chase wraps his hand around his member and begins to pump slowly, then faster and harder, yet still agonizingly slow, enough to make Anti writhe beneath him.

Another lewd moan and Anti is bucking up into Chase’s hand, though only momentarily. He whines when that firm, warm grip disappears, and gasps when it’s replaced by Chase’s even warmer mouth. His partner licks a slow stripe up the underside of Anti’s length, his tongue stud pressing firmly into the soft flesh there.

“Oh, fuck, Chase... Chase...” he moans again, longer and louder.

Chase presses his lips to the pointed tip of Anti’s member, giving it a soft kiss before he sinks down, taking all of the demon’s cock down his throat. He hums, sending vibrations along the appendage and straight into Anti’s core, and he can’t help it when his hips begin to thrust upward, fucking Chase’s mouth.

The other man groans around Anti’s growing hardness and hollows his cheeks to take in more and more as he keeps to a faster and steadier pace.

“Chase...” Anti breathes. “Chase, please...”

Chase rests both hands on Anti’s hips, using it as leverage to quicken his pace. Anti can feel his cock knocking against the back of Chase’s throat and sliding downward. He can feel Chase swallow back his gag reflex, wincing every time those warm, wet walls tighten around him.

“Fuck, Chase. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

His hands finally tangle in the bedding beside him, back arching and legs writhing. His chest heaves as his knot begins to swell and he so desperately wants to bury it inside of Chase.

Anti is on the verge of tears when Chase pulls back.

“Christ...” he mumbles before licking the tip of Anti’s cock. The demon squirms when he presses his tongue to the swollen slit there and it slides in, just barely, but enough to give Anti a good fucking with his tongue before he dips in and indulges in the demon’s entire length once more.

Anti writhes and bucks beneath him, a mess of moans and whines as fire in his stomach becomes unbearable.

“P-please, Chase... More... please...”

Chase’s hands are on Anti’s hips again, nails digging in to steady himself as he draws back and forth along the ribbed cock in his throat. Anti watches his back muscles arch as he presses all the tension to keep his lips tight and his head moving up and down rapidly, delivering complete friction to the demon’s throbbing member.

At this rate, Anti knows he can’t keep up. He’s on the very edge, and only a few seconds later, he’s pushed over.

“Chase, I’m... I’m gonna...”

He spills over with a cry. All of his muscles tense and he forces himself as deep down Chase’s throat as he can, pressing the bulging knot to the other man’s lips. His cock twitches as it sends thick, hot seed straight into Chase’s stomach, filling him full.

He can feel Chase swallowing around him, taking every drop that he has to give, even as tears swell in the corners of his eyes. He hums as he swallows, the vibrations milking Anti’s cock, drawing out his high. He’s only vaguely aware of the pain in his hips as Chase’s nails dig in, splitting the skin.

After what seems like an eternity and he nearly passes out from the intensity of the orgasm, Anti begins to come down. He relaxes back against the mattress, panting. Bursts of light twinkle behind his eyelids like stars in a night sky and he’s forced to try and blink them away.

Chase collapses beside him, pulling in ragged breaths from the rush that pulsed down his throat. His mouth is stained with what little seed was able to escape.

Anti tangles his a hand in his partner’s hair and scratches his scalp gently with sharp claws.

“Fuck, Chase...” he breathes. He’s still not satisfied, and he knows Chase isn’t either.

Chase leans into his touch and Anti chuckles, bringing a knee up to nudge at the other man’s crotch, confirming what he already knew. Despite the look of irritation sent his way, Anti grins.

“C’mon, Chase. I know you’re not satisfied. Put that cock of yours where I know we both want it.”

He groans. “Jesus Christ, you really are impatient...” With a chuckle, he rolls back over. “Flip over,” he commands.

Anti does as he’s told, flipping over onto his stomach. He moan escapes at the sudden pressure on his bulging cock. It’s hard and thick against his abdomen, warm and still very, very erect.

The bed dips as Chase lays down behind him. Hands are on his hips again and Anti gasps as a warm tongue swipes over and prods at his entrance.

“Oh, FUCK. Fuck, Chase...” He buries his face in his arms as toes curl and uncurl.

The other man’s tongue circles around his asshole before it retreats, and then only a second later, it’s forcing itself inside, breaching his entrance. Chase swirls his tongue around Anti’s walls, massaging and using his spit to lube him up.

Anti moans low as his walls clench around the wet muscle within, then relax as he grows used to the sensation. Chase groans in return, pressing vibrations to Anti’s rim, and a hand falls away from his hips so that the other man can fumble with his own jeans.

A low rumble in his chest is all Anti can do to not tell Chase to hurry the fuck up. He groans into Anti as he strokes himself a few times, then gives him a tap on the back, his way of telling Anti to raise his hips.

The demon does what he’s told. The bed shakes as Chase pushes himself to his knees, then there’s a hand around his cock as the other man scoops up the lube that naturally drips from the member. Anti waits as Chase coats his own cock in the slick. He does his breath to keep his breathing even as his partner presses the head of his cock to Anti’s entrance, and then he’s driving deep, burying himself up to the hilt inside of the demon.

“Ohhhhh fuck...” Chase moans as Anti bites down hard on his own arm.

Both hands find the demon’s hips again, and Chase starts to thrust. Moans slip freely from both men with no intent of holding back.

“Harder... Fuck me hard, Chase...”

His partner thrusts with more determination, and Anti’s eyes roll back in his head as his prostate is struck over and over and over again. Each hit sends pleasure exploding through him, enough so that he’s seeing stars.

Chase never falters, pace accelerating, and he leans forward to rest on Anti’s back as he moves.

“Fuck, Anti... Fucking hell-”

The demon can only moan in reply. He can’t think. Can’t form any words. Can’t form any thoughts besides “more more more more more”.

Chase’s hips drive deeper, pushing him to the very base. The slapping of skin echoes around the two, along the song of promiscuity. He surges forward, deeper and deeper, and Anti can feel his legs trembling behind him as Chase gets closer to the edge.

“Oh, fuck you’re so tight...” the man breathes, and Anti clenches around him, squeezing him tighter, pulling him deeper.

His cock is throbbing, knot so large that the skin around it is pulled painfully tight, and more and more blood is rushing to engorge his already thick member.

“H-hurts...” he whines. His knot is usually inside of Chase when it’s swollen. The pressure helps to relieve the pain, but without that, Anti is in agony.

Chase wraps a hand around Anti’s member, stroking firmly as his pace behind grows sloppy. A moan breaks through his partner’s throat. 

“I’m close, Anti...” he whines.

The demon bucks forward, fucking into Chase’s hand and back onto his cock. Anti is so so sensitive, almost to the point of overstimulation.

“Kn-knot... Chase... P-please, just... Hand around... my knot...”

Chase presses his face down and bites Anti’s shoulder. With the beckon, he brings both hands to Anti’s knot, gripping him hard as he thrusts harder until he can’t stomach it any longer. He squeezes tightly as he tenses into his climax. The bite on Anti’s shoulder strengthens and blood floods his mouth as he groans.

The demon growls as the flood of cum in his intestines pushes him over the edge. He nearly collapses from his second climax. Thick white seed flows freely from his twitching cock, held in place only by Chase’s hands, and soaks the bed. It leaves a deep puddle, as if someone had poured half a gallon of milk onto the mattress.

When they finally come down, Chase is left to pant heavily from where he rests on Anti’s back. With what little strength he has left, he releases his partner and collapses to the side, pulling out roughly. The demon does his best to crawl over Chase and onto the other side of the bed, away from the pool of cum, before he collapses on his stomach with a moan.

Chase gingerly scoops him up and brings him close, holding him tight despite the fact that there’s hot seed on the demon’s stomach.

“Fuck, dude...” he breathes.

Anti nuzzles into the crook of his neck. He squirms slightly, angling himself so that his still-swollen knot isn’t pressed between their bodies to cause discomfort to either of them. Once comfortable, he hums and gives Chase a soft kiss on the neck. His partner murmurs in response and presses close. fingers glide to play with the hairs along the demon’s neck, tracing simple circles before they move to card through the thicker strands.

“‘M gonna fall asleep...” Anti mumbles, exhausted.

The other man chuckles and draws him impossibly closer, offering his shoulder as cushioning.

You do that. I’ll watch over you,” he promises as fingers twirl through Anti’s soft curls. He presses a kiss to Anti’s forehead and regards the demon through half-lidded eyes. “Sleep well, Anti.”

The demon hums one last time before his breathing grows deep and steady and he’s fast asleep. Chase joins shortly, drifting off soon enough to rest beside him.

[unpredictably-ghostly]

KXNSKZCJ i'm sorry for the ego shipping (i mean not so much but shh), but C4 anti and C7 chase on a date?

It's them!!! Love these outfit choices, they go so nicely together. Wonderful contrast- just like the characters!

Got some time and motivation back- as well as my drawing tablet's charger- so the rest of the prompts should be done soon :D

[darkashesoflemons]

Teasing - Antiaverage Lemon Drabble

Summary: Anti gives Chase a hand. ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

Warnings: Smut, don’t read in public if you horny

The glitched being giggled into his ears and started nipping small marks at his throat. Chase breathed in sharply and went limp against Anti's arms as he began sucking vicious marks against the pale skin.

"S-Shit... Anti..." Chase moaned as he reached up to fist Anti's brown hair to push his face closer to his neck. He could feel himself hardening in his pants and instinctively grinding back against the hardness he was feeling poking him on his back.

"What do you want, Chaser?" Anti purred, reaching down to rub the younger's erection against his tightening sweatpants. "Do you want my hands jerking you off? Do you want me to put my mouth on your pretty cock? Or do you want me to fuck you until you can't think of anything else but my cock inside of you?"

The being felt Chase's dick throb at his words and his grin widened. He slipped Chase's dick out of his pants and boxers and rubbed the heated base of it at the spot that he knew would have Chase singing for him in no time.

"Please... Please... Anything just let me cum!" Chase gasped out and couldn't help but jerk his hips upwards into Anti's fist as the demon began thumbing the leaking head of his cock.

Anti chuckled at his words and didn't answer. Instead, he began to pump his puppet's hard cock in his hand, using the leaking precum to make the slide and friction even easier. He tightened his grip around Chase's waist when he began to thrash against his hold, wanting him to increase his speed to chase his own release.

Chase was panting, whimpering at the punishingly slow pace Anti was jerking him off. Pleading and begging began slipping out of his lips in a way that he knew would satisfy his Master. He was rewarded for his act by Anti increasing his hand's speed and began thumbing roughly at the leaking head of his dick, trying to dip in the tip of his thumb into the slit of the moaning puppet's cock.

"Fuckfuckfuck--!" He mouthed at the air as Anti's pace grew even more inhumanely fast and he jerked his hips up, body and muscles tensing as he came more than he ever had,  his cum splattering all over his heaving chest.

He panted, trying to get his breath back, and moaned heatedly when Anti chuckled and swiped up some of his mess to slip his cum-stained fingers into his lips. The Master making him lick and swallow up every glob of cum he had collected until Chase was clean.

"Good boy," Anti praised and licked up a strip onto Chase's hickey ridden neck. "That felt good, didn't it?”

“Yyesss Master,” Chase hissed out, groaning when Anti gave his softening member one last pump before tucking him back into his pants. “Fuck…”

“Fuck is right.” Anti giggled as he gripped Chase’s chin and turned his head to the side so that he could devour the younger ego’s pliant mouth.

The being explored his mouth leisurely, entwining their tongues together and pretty much fucking Chase’s mouth with his inhumanely long and thick tongue. He smirked into the kiss when he heard the soft whimper from Chase and gave the younger one’s tongue one last swipe before he released him with a loud lewd pop.

“Delicious.” Anti purred, eyes drinking in the sight of Chase looking so adorably flustered after all that he had done to him.