I Am Bitty Sin

by Sinful_ErrorBethy

Summary:

Oh hey look, bittybones sin.

In which I finally try to write smut on my own for once... probably badly.

Requests are welcome.

Notes:

Here we go.

Sweetie and Edgy are technically OCs from RPs with my friend.

Chapter 1: Sweetie x Edgy

It’s been a few months since Sweetie and Edgy had first seen each other after being away from each other for so long. They were always guaranteed to see each other on Saturdays, but sometimes Edgy is dropped off by his owner so that she can go do something without having to worry about him. Edgy had no real objections, but he still complained just for the hell of it. He found it fun to do.

 

Sweetie was always happy to see him. He always had something in his mouth, whether it be a bitty cig or a mini lollipop. Every time it was a lolli, Sweetie would tease Edgy by showing that it’s red and licking at it obscenely with his long orange tongue while maintaining eye contact. It irked Edgy quite a bit. Sweetie just always had to make dirty jokes while Edgy was around.

 

Of course, it had only been a matter of time until he snapped.

 

Sweetie was doing the usual tease with his lollipop when he actually said something for once. “Ya know, I kind of wish I was lickin’ your dick right now. Or maybe your pussy lips. ‘M not picky.” He winked as he said it. Edgy’s cheekbones glowed red before a low growl rumbles from his chest. Edgy’s grin became predatory, his left eyelight flaring red from his magic. “Then why don’t ya?”

 

This startled Sweetie and he dropped the lollipop. Now it was his turn to blush. He quickly recovered and grins. “Well damn, if ya wanted t’ fuck me, ya could’ve just asked.” Edgy frowns and gets closer to Sweetie, grabbing the Lil’ Bro’s trademark hoodie and yanking him down to look him in the eye.

 

“If ya say one more word, ‘m gonna make sure ya can’t speak again fer a couple of days, ya shitass,” Edgy growled out, the flaring in his eye increasing as a red tongue came out of his mouth and licked his own teeth. “Now get on yer fuckin’ knees. I’ll keep yer mouth occupied.”

 

Sweetie’s sockets widened and he nodded, getting onto his knees. He wasn’t really the type to submit, but he’d allow it this time. He’d get Edgy back for this, though. He knew this for damn sure. But for now, he got his head down to crotch level and looked at Edgy for confirmation. Edgy grinned.

 

“Well, c’mon now. Ain’t got all day. Don’t want th’ little shit owners of yers to come back here t’ see you suckin’ my cock, do ya?”

 

Edgy had a point. Sweetie pulled down Edgy’s shorts and looked at the red dick in front of his face. It wasn’t very long, but it was thick. To him, it looked delicious. His tongue ran across his teeth before he wrapped it around Edgy’s penis and brought his head down to properly suck on it.

 

Edgy sucked in a quick breath and fought back the urge to groan already. A clawed hand went down and rested on Sweetie’s skull. “C-C’mon. Ya can do better than thaaAT.” He let out a startled gasp when the tip of Sweetie’s tongue flicked at the tip of his dick. He growled. “Ya lil’ shit.”

 

Caution was thrown to the wind when Edgy decided to grip the back of Sweetie’s skull with both hands and thrusted into his mouth. Sweetie looked up at Edgy and sucked harshly while Edgy thrusted. He got an idea. He had been avoiding this in fear of hurting Edgy, but he decided to try it anyway.

 

Sweetie scraped his teeth on Edgy’s dick, and he heard him yelp and cuss before his mouth was filled with Edgy’s cum. He hummed as Edgy’s cock finally disappeared and he swallowed the load in his mouth. He got up from his knees and grinned down at Edgy, chuckling at him.

 

“Thanks for th’ sweet treat, Edgy.”

 

“Shut th’ fuck up.”

Chapter 2: Dreaming of Sex

Summary:

In which male Reader and Dream have some fun.

Notes:

Hope this is okay. Requested by Yuumi098.

A year ago, you wouldn’t have thought you’d have a bitty. And definitely not one that was no longer available, at that.

 

You had found him a few months ago in a dumpster next to an abandoned building that you knew used to be part of an illegal bitty fighting ring. You didn’t know why someone would willingly throw away a bitty as kind as Dream. Every time you felt awful, he’d be right there to help you out of your funk. He’d also try (and fail) to help you cook or clean, and you appreciated the effort. You liked the little guy, a little more than you thought you would.

 

You had a wet dream about him last night where he was about as tall as you and fucking you gently in the ass, muttering sweet praises into your ear as he did so. He had started to go faster and his talking became absolutely filthy as you both climaxed… and you woke up with a mess in your pants.

 

For reasons unknown to you, Dream didn’t look at you anymore after your wet dream without blushing a bright yellow. He’s gotten a little more reserved, but he still helped you out and kept you from being upset. His little bitty house used to only be used to sleep in before, but if that was the case, Dream must be getting extremely lethargic, and that concerned you.

 

You finally had enough and confronted him about it. He had admitted shyly that he had heard you moaning in your sleep and he had gotten out of his home to make sure you were okay. Instead, he came in to see you just as you had climaxed and he immediately teleported out of sight.

 

You chuckled. “Did you like what you saw?”

 

Dream blushed and sputtered before nodding. “I… admit that I wanted to do things with you right then and there.”

 

You grin. This information from your bitty just made you confident. “Well, I’m available right now if you want to.”

 

You were sure if he got any more yellow, he might burst. “W-Well, I mean, if you want it, I guess… let’s go to bed?” Despite how nervous he looked, he also had a small glint of excitement in his eyelights. How could you ever deny him? Your grin got wider.

 

“Then let’s go,” you said as you grabbed him and brought him into the bed with you. You gently stripped him with his permission and you did the same, your penis already at half mast.

 

Dream practically salivated at the sight of your cock, and he immediately went right to it and touched it. You twitched slightly at the odd sensation of small skeletal hands on your penis. It felt nice, though, as evidenced by the fact that your penis was fully erect now.

 

Dream decided to try something. He formed his yellow tongue and licked the tip while he was rubbing your shaft with both hands. You let out a low groan at the sensation. Dream’s dick formed at the sounds of your pleasure and he started to hump you.

 

The both of you kept going until you both eventually climaxed. Afterwards, you cuddled until you both went to sleep.

 

Needless to say, Dream never used his house again.

Chapter 3: A Lazy Treat

Summary:

Hello in heat Sansy

Your Sansy has been acting off lately, and you weren’t fully sure why.

 

He had been a gift from a friend who jested that he was “just like you”. Well, yeah you were a bit lazy, but they had to give you some credit! You still worked and managed to keep your house somewhat clean. That’s okay, though, since the little bitty was probably one of the best gifts that you could’ve ever received.

 

His puns would’ve been hilarious if they weren’t so constant and repetitive, but he seemed to like it when he finally got an original one and gauged your reaction. They tended to be pretty good and you’d chuckle a little bit to yourself, which only motivated him.

 

He also seemed to love falling asleep literally anywhere. You were looking for him once and he had somehow fallen asleep in your kitchen cabinet inside your sugar. He had said that it was a pretty sweet place to nap, but you still had to clean him up.

 

But now he’s been quiet and avoiding you like the plague. Every time you saw him, he seemed to be soaked in sweat, and he’d excuse himself to the bathroom to “shower” every time you commented on it. Sometimes you’d even hear him groan a little from in there, but you didn’t want to disturb his privacy since the groans sounded lewd.

 

Finally, you had enough and you looked up what was going on with him. He was in heat. Holy shit, that was why he didn’t want to bother you these past few days. He didn’t want you to get involved. Well, too bad for him. Now you knew, and you were determined to help him out.

 

You finally confronted him about it and he had stuttered about not wanting to bother you with it and how he didn’t even know if you liked him like that. Well, you did like him like that. So you finally managed to catch him, grinning from ear to ear.

 

“You know, I found out why you’re acting like this.”

 

Sansy’s eyelights guttered out and he started to shake slightly. “D-Don’t be mad!”

 

You sighed, your grin falling. “I’m not mad at you, Sansy. I just wish you had told me so that I could help you.”

 

Sansy’s eyelights came back, but they were pinpricks as you looked at you in surprise. “You sure ‘bout that? ‘S not a one ‘nd done kinda thing.”

 

“I’m sure.” You carried him to your bedroom and took off his sweat-soaked clothing and set them aside to be washed later. His erect penis was glowing blue, and you weren’t sure why you were surprised at that. Either way, it looked almost like candy, so you licked your lips as you decided what you’d do.

 

“What’re you… Ah!” Sansy moaned as you put his dick into your mouth and started to suck. “Ahh, feels… so good.” He was still able to form words. You couldn’t have that now, so you let your fingers wander, stroking his spine and ribs.

 

Sansy’s words became incoherent and he let out a low groan as he came for the first time that day. “So… good…” He looked absolutely fucked out, but his dick was telling a different story. So you grinned.

 

“Oh Sansy… we’re not done yet.”

Chapter 4: Dangerous

Summary:

A named Horror bitty and an OC, woohoo

On the surface of one of the Horrortales, there was a major famine in the works. Frank had been born in this world, but he managed to make a living for himself. He fended off intruders from his territory with deadly traps and kept his farm safe and well kept. He had been lucky to find the seeds and animals for it in the first place, but he was glad he did.

 

When he had captured the Horror bitty in his barn after eating a tiny piece of one of his living cows, he had shown mercy and offered the bitty a home and food, which he had accepted immediately. He had named the bitty Gala, and since there were no complaints from either party, it stuck.

 

The hole in Gala’s head didn’t bother Frank much, since he was pretty scarred physically himself from having to fight for his own survival. The singular, blood-red eyelight and disturbed grin also didn’t phase him. In fact, it made him feel for the poor guy. Gala must’ve been through a whole lot to look and act the way he did.

 

Gala was surprisingly helpful, helping Frank with cooking and cleaning the dishes. Frank never had to worry about leftovers, since between the two of them, they’d eat the whole pot in a single day. Frank swears that Gala must have some sort of oral fixation, but he didn’t care too much about that.

 

They’ve been in a relatively romantic and sexual relationship for about a month when Gala mentioned soul sex.

 

“‘Course, can’t put mine t’ yours, as temptin’ as it is. You’d swallow me up,” Gala muttered to him.

 

“Then how are we supposed to do this?” Frank replied.

 

Gala’s grin became predatory. “I’d touch yours ‘nd you’d touch mine. Since it‘s your firs’ time, don’t worry ‘bout me. I’ll do all th’ work, yeah?” Gala’s voice betrayed his excitement, the low tone turning Frank on. All Frank did was nod as he grabbed Gala and quickly went onto the couch with him.

 

“So how are we gonna do this?”

 

Gala’s eyelight glowed slightly brighter. “Take off your shirt.”

 

Frank immediately obeyed, throwing his shirt onto the floor carelessly. Gala looked at his chest and grinned.

 

“Gonna take out your soul. That okay?”

 

“Of course it is. I trust you,” Frank immediately replied. He meant it, too.

 

A low glow came from Gala’s shorts, and he growled slightly. “Ya really shouldn’t. Could kill ya. It’d be so easy to.”

 

“I know you wouldn’t.”

 

Gala simply grinned as he finally took out Frank’s soul. Frank looked at it in wonder. It was purple with orange swirls within it. He instinctively went to touch it, only for his hand to be bitten by Gala.

 

“Only I’m allowed t’ touch this,” he growled. “No one else.”

 

Frank grinned. “Sounds good to me.”

 

With that, Gala placed his hand onto the pulsing cartoon-looking heart. Frank jolted at the sudden feeling. It felt like his entire body was being touched. It made him hard, and Gala noticed. He grinned.

 

“Felt good, huh?”

 

All Frank could do was nod, panting when Gala continued to fondle at the soul. Gala chuckled as he decided to conjure his tongue and lick at the very being of his mate. The moans that came from Frank were turning him on so much, and he couldn’t help but start to touch himself as well. He bit down with the intention of pleasuring Frank, and it worked. Gala suddenly had to latch onto Frank as the soul spurted in his mouth, the pleasure between them reaching their peak, both of them cumming in their pants..

 

When they finally came down from their peaks, Gala put Frank’s soul back into his body before flopping down onto the mess on his chest. Frank chuckled.

 

“You’re soaked now.”

 

Gala chuckled. “Not th’ first time.”

 

Frank snorted slightly at that. True.

Chapter 5: Fucking Finally

Summary:

Sweetie x Edgy sequel

Edgy thought he was the dominant one in the relationship. After all, why else would Sweetie act like such a damn brat all the time, riling him up just so that he’d fuck Sweetie’s face? That’s what he thought, anyway. So when Sweetie ended up asking to go all the way, Edgy was excited. He thought he’d end up fucking the ever living shit out of him.

 

He didn’t think he’d be in this position, on his hands and knees while Sweetie was eating out his pussy. It felt good, but he wasn’t going to admit that.

 

“C’mon, asshole. Ya can do better than that!” Immediately after, he could feel the vibrations of Sweetie chuckling, his tongue still deep inside Edgy. He went for his g-spot and abused it, causing Edgy to moan.

 

“F-Fuck, ya doin’ thaat on purposse.”

 

Edgy felt slight disappointment when Sweetie’s tongue pulled out, only to see the shit-eating grin on his face.

 

“That’s th’ point, Edgy. Gotta make sure you’re nice ‘nd prepared for me.” Sweetie winked.

 

“Jus-Just fuck me already, asshole!”

 

Sweetie chuckled. “As ya wish.”

 

With that, Sweetie’s cock entered Edgy slowly, making sure not to hurt him too bad in the beginning. When he bottomed out, he froze for a minute, making Edgy curse at him and tell him to “fuckin’ move already, asshole!”. Sweetie obliged and set up a hard pace, kissing Edgy while he did so.

 

The scrape of Edgy’s sharp teeth on his tongue honestly felt slightly pleasurable for him, and it didn’t take long before they both were close to climax. The kiss was broken apart, and Edgy was begging to cum.

 

“Close, too… Fuckin… ahh, cum for me, Edgy. Fuck!”

 

With a groan, Sweetie emptied himself in Edgy, who yelled out Sweetie’s name as he came as well. Sweetie collapsed on top of Edgy while trying to catch his breath.

 

“Get off, yer heavy,” Edgy grumbled, and all Sweetie did was roll off.

 

“Good thing your owners aren’t home, eh, Edgy?”

 

“I swear t’ fuck, I’ll cut off yer tongue if ya mention them again anytime near sex.”

 

Sweetie just chuckled. "Whatever ya say."

Notes:

So I have four more pre-made ideas for me to go through before I run out. Hopefully I can think up of more.

Chapter 6: Toying Around

Summary:

You and your Error bitty are just... well, y'know, read the title.

A few months ago, you had gone to the bitty center and adopted a bitty. He was the oddest bitty you’d ever seen, so despite the fact that he was rescued from an illegal bitty fighting situation, you took him home.

 

Oh boy, figuring out how to deal with him was interesting as hell. He was rude and disturbingly blunt. You had finally done some research on his bitty type the first time you’d experienced a reboot. You had simply tapped his shoulder lightly with your finger to ask him what he wanted to eat, and there was a sound similar to the windows error sound and you had to wait for him to reboot… only for him to cuss you out for touching him and telling you to never do that again.

 

You didn’t touch him anymore, so you tried to give him affection in other ways. You did trial and error (ha) to learn what he likes. He seemed to like spicy chocolate (though he liked it sweet as well, he just hated bitter chocolate) and sewing materials. You’d caught him several times sewing something with his strings.

 

It took about a month for him to trust you enough to care about you. He’d help grab things for you with his strings and he’d sew small things for you (the biggest thing he’s made for you so far was a blue bracelet that said “thanks” in red lettering on it). He’s currently working on a major project that he won’t let you see until it’s done. You weren’t sure what it could be, but you were looking forward to it.

 

Recently, though, he’d been acting strange. Every time he looked at you, there was a small blue and red blush on his face. You had asked him once why he had that blush on his face while looking at you, and he just sputtered and disappeared. You dropped the subject, thinking that if he wanted to tell you, he’d do it in his own time.

 

You had read somewhere that Error bitties had much less frequent heats than most other bitties, only going into heat twice a year (second to Ink bitties, who didn’t have heats at all). He had a heat right before you got him, so it wasn’t time yet for another one. Yet this wasn’t how he usually acted. You were confused.

 

Error finally managed to confess that he was starting to have feelings for you that were much more than just friends. He was looking anywhere but you when he said it, but when you reciprocated, he stared right into your eyes and gave you a small smile. He rarely smiles even when happy, so this was amazing. And a week later, when he admitted that he wanted to touch you, you were over the moon.

 

But there was a problem in the form of his haphephobia. He could barely touch you for a second or two before he had to stop, trying his best not to crash. You knew it would take a lot of time for him to be able to actually touch you.

 

Which is exactly why right here, right now, you were naked and doing your best to quietly masturbate in your room while Error watches TV in the living room. You had a  sapphire dildo, the color of his magic (which he showed you for the first time because he wanted to get more sexual with you, resulting in a mutual masturbation session). You kept one hand on your mouth to help you stay quiet while the other was pumping the dildo in and out of your vagina.

 

You were so preoccupied with what you were doing, you didn’t notice when the TV turned off, or when the door to your room was quietly opened. You only noticed Error’s presence when you felt a string wrap around and tug the wrist of your “busy” hand. You stopped and looked down at him. He was blushing with a smirk on his face.

 

“Y-Y0u really di-idn’t think I’d n0-0tice yo0ur lewd m0aning, hu-uman? You sh0uld’ve le-et me kn0w y0u wanted s0me-me fuck. I w0uld’ve glad-dly helped.”

 

You let go of the dildo, and it slipped out. “But I can’t touch you.”

 

Error grinned. “Tha-at doesn’t mean I can’t-t d0 anything wi-with y0u. Stars…” Strings wrapped around the base of the dildo and lifted it. “Thi-is can d0 what I can-an’t, at least f-f0r now. What d0 ya say?”

 

You blush, but you smile and nod. “Please, Error.”

 

“I h0ped y0u’d say that.”

 

With that, he thrusted the dildo into you, starting at a rough pace. He used more of his strings to wrap around and tug at your nipples. The stimulation was a lot, and your head was easily becoming fuzzy.

 

“Fu-uck.”

 

You look down at that, eyes a bit hazy, yet clear enough to see that Error was touching himself, his phalanges wrapped around his own cock. The sight was arousing.

 

He kept up the pace until you finally let out a scream as you came. He grunted and came not too long after that, finally stopping everything completely. His strings disappeared and the dildo slipped out of your wet hole. You both laid there panting for a minute.

 

“Fu-uck, you were h-h0t.”

Notes:

So! It's been a while. Lots of personal stuff going on right now and this took a few days to actually complete. (finished it while I'm sick rn, really should be resting right now) Anyways, I'm still going to be on here. I'm still posting. It just won't be consistent, like literally any other fic I write.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 3 of Bitty Related Stuff