Im In Love With Your Writing For MK And Im In Love With Syzoth . So May I Request Syzoth Having A Heavy

Im in love with your writing for MK ❤️ and I’m in love with Syzoth 💚 . So may I request Syzoth having a heavy breeding kink and desperate filling his human s/o to the brim with his seed also having a size kink .

tw: afab pronouns and anatomy used

Syzoth could truly not himself. He a sick man, one so depraved and foul. There no stopping it, however, he a slave to these compulsions that strangle him savagely. Guided by that which is written in his nature, the primal need he simply cannot deny, Syzoth is exceptionally wicked.

Blurred eyes of emerald stare at the figure so pinned beneath him. Her legs so far pushed and moved into the air as he has made her bend and stretch so that he may drive himself so deeply into her. He knows she is moaning yet the world so corroded with the sensation of her tight and sticky walls suctioning onto his long and thick length.

Never has sex felt so good since he discovered human intercourse. Such a warm place to sheath himself into. Oh so wet and sloppy it feels coiled around him. So warm...so warm...Syzoth loves her pussy wrapped around his cock. He could live within it forever and ever. What a heaven that would be to be blessed with breeding her pussy endlessly.

There's a deep growl bellowing around his throat as his cock continues its attack on her wet and sticky core. Syzoth is panting, trying to push more and more of himself into her but his length struggles. It thick and wide, how could she hope to fit it all?

"C-Come on..." Syzoth whispers into the air, hips burning and burning. "Take more...come on...!"

Moans burst to life from the depths of her lungs and he presses forward in his siege. Her defenses simply cannot manage, beginning to crumble apart into agonizing rapture. More and more she spreads for him, the seas of her parting for its master.

Such pathetic pants come from him, like an eager and overly excited puppy. Moans find themselves dancing together, tangled and unclear of which belongs to who. The sea is open to him, exposed completely and finally all of his length is surrounded in embers.

Green eyes cannot help but look at that outline etched into her pretty little stomach. Soon it will full of much more, so much more. He's leans over her, so close, so desperate. He wants to finish, he wants to finish inside her. Inside his seed will gather and mingle with her precious nurturing home. Through this wonderful gestation will be his brood, his kin.

His spine his curling and shaking with just the thought of filling her up with his offspring. How beautiful she will look so rounded with his child. Her breasts already so plush will swell and swell to provide for his child and for him. Syzoth must get her pregnant. He must...he must!

The grip on her morphs into power, fingers leaving bruises in her skin. Yes, that's it...she throbs around him so wildly, already trying to milk him dry. He'll provide, he'll give it all to her. Syzoth cannot stop himself, thrusts so brutally feverish; guided by that primal need to breed.

"Get pregnant..." he growls so close to her neck. "Get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant, getpregnantgetpregnant-"

Words bends and slur together until they become lost in the fog of groans and moans. From that fog a birth a pleasure is sprung upon them. So much...so warm and gushing as he delivers himself into her.

"Have my babies..." words are whispers on a voice most sore. "you'll look so pretty..."

Syzoth cannot be sure if he even speaking aloud or if these mere thoughts but it didn't matter. He stays so nestled within her burning nether. Such pretty pearls are poured into a womb most inviting and Syzoth's long and forked tongue curls around her neck so sweetly.

Both of them are panting now. So tired, so worn and yet Syzoth begins to move his hips again. Her moans are a wanton cry, still so sensitive but he cannot stop yet. Not until each precious drop of his seed finds a home inside her womb.

im such a nasty fucker for lewding syzoth like this omfg

e-mail. || Roman Roy || smut

Pairing: Sub!Roman Roy x F!Reader

Summary: You're roman's assistant, and after delivering breakfast something clicks.

Word count: 2.154

18+ only! More under the cut

Warning(s): SMUT, aka 18+ only! Sub Roman, mommy kink, praise kink, hand jobs, come eating,

A/n: tysm @prettywordsblog for the request!! :DD i love your writing so it was a pleasure to get requests from you (my requests are still open, fyi)

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You've been wearing pencil skirts and heels a lot these days.

It's not that you particularly enjoy wearing them. Running errands like "get me a bagel" and "actually, I want a cinnamon roll instead, so get me one of those" do not become easier with red bottoms, and the cold of New York in autumn nips at your barely clad legs with ferocity. 

But when you wear them, Roman becomes... docile.

Maybe it's the fact that the heels make you taller than him. Or shit, maybe he has a sexy assistant fantasy, who knows. All you know is that when you dress the way you now do, he hesitates when he snidely asks you to write his e-mails for him. Instead, he carefully suggests you should do them, not a singular perverted comment slipping in.

So now, as you walk out of the elevator, you hear the clicking of your heels echo. It's far too early to be in office, evident by the lack of your peers in the bull pit.

You huff as you approach Roman's office and see him lounging around, legs on his desk as he leans back, staring at his phone. You don't even bother knocking, simply swinging the door open. "I know it's like, three in the morning, but can you at least try to pretend you're being productive?" 

He lets out a huff, dramatically rolling his eyes as he flops his legs down. "Yes, mommy," he mockingly whines out, staring at the plastic bag swinging from your arm. "What's in the bag?"

"A gun, so I can finally kill you," you casually throw out as you place the bag on the glass coffee table, throwing off your long jacket onto the leather chair he has. Roman stands up, amusement twinkling in his doe-like eyes as he walks over to sit on his couch. "Y'know, I could totally report you for saying that. That's like, a legit death threat. I could SWAT you." With a tiny jump he hops on the chair, shoes still on as he crouches on top of the couch's pillows.

You can't help but frown. Sometimes you feel like he isn't a total nepotism baby, but instead some kind of orphan child raised by wolves. "Don't do that with your shoes on, Roman, it's unhygienic." With another eye roll he lets himself fall onto the chair, resting his one leg on the thigh of the other. He leans back, arms reaching over the couch's back cushions. 

You grab the contents of the bag and place them on the coffee table as you hum a random tune. The smell of a breakfast spread makes you hungry as hell, but you don't have another break until six hours from now. Silently, Roman watches as you place the various foiled up plates down and remove the foil. 

Roman eyes the dishes-- an omelette, some sausages, bacon, hash browns, and a paper cup of coffee that he's sure is from his favorite café. "Okay, this is fuckin' weird. What's the catch? Did you get a chef to make all of this arsenic-infused? Because as my assistant, you're also my taste tester, so I'm not eating until I see you poison yourself first," he rambles, cautiously watching you place napkins, a fork and knife down.

"This is a congratulatory breakfast, so just shut up and be grateful." 

He raises his brows at you. "The fuck are you saying congrats for?" With the tiniest smile you could stomach giving him, you throw the plastic trash in the bin. "The Oplex deal, Roman. You were the one who ended up buttering the guy up," you explain. 

His eyes widen for only a second before returning to their neutral, lidded state. "Oh please, all I did was give him a verbal fuckin' blowjob. Kendall did all the business-y shit," he mumbles out, picking up the cutlery with a solemn expression.

"I'd disagree, and I think Mr. Roy would, too," you mumble out in return. You watch Roman as he takes the first bite of his omelette and moans, quickly scurrying to get another bite. "Fuck, this is good. Is this laced? I'm gonna fire the shit out of you if this is laced," he says in between bites.

You grab your coat from the chair and hang it up, smiling as you continue watching him from the corner of your eye. "I'm flattered, but no. I'm just a good cook." You fight back a laugh as he very clearly chokes on his food. Professionalism and all that, if there's even any left between the two of you. 

"You're fucking with me." You plop down on the leather chair across from Roman, grabbing your thermos from your bag and taking a sip of tea as you shake your head. Wide-eyed, Roman gawks at you, then the food, and then you again. "You made me breakfast?"

You simply nod before pulling your laptop out. "I wasn't expecting you to be surprised by that. You're the one who always calls me mommy," you mumble out as you watch e-mails and messages immediately start to pop up. "Now finish up your food and get to work, before you upset mommy."

With a teasing grin you wait for Roman to shoot something back. Maybe something about you getting reported to HR, or about you wanting to suck his dick. Maybe even one of those jokes he makes about how his dad only hired you to be his personal babysitter. 

But instead, you simply get,

"Yes, mommy."

Confused, you look up from your laptop to see Roman quietly eating his food. His cheeks are dusted a ripe shade of red as he struggles to cut his food up, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. 

Something that should've clicked ages ago, clicks. So carefully, you stand up and walk to stand next to the couch he's sitting on. Roman's head looks up at you, eyes large and lashes fluttering. His bottom lip stutters, as if he wants to say something, but it doesn't successfully form itself.

"Do you need me to help you with your food, baby?"

Your heart pounds in your chest as you await his response. Nervously, he scans your face, licking his lips as he mulls over his options.

"Yes mommy," he yet again mumbles out.

You take a seat next to him and wordlessly grab the fork and knife from his hand. "I hope you know I'm proud of you for landing that deal, baby," you tell him as you put a piece of the sausage on the fork. He doesn't hesitate to open his mouth for you, obediently letting you feed him in his office, in a building his dad owns. 

"You made mommy so proud. When we finish up here, can you go sit at your desk for me?" He nods as you continue feeding him, which continues for another silent fifteen minutes.

After wiping his mouth for him, he quickly scurries to his desk, staring expectantly at you as you slowly make your way over. You place one hand on his chair, and the other on his desk, leaning over to stare at his computer screen. 

Roman lets out a soft groan as your tantalizing perfume overwhelms your senses. All he can do is look up at you as you start up his computer for him. "You have an e-mail you need to write regarding a contractual agreement with a production studio. Can you do that for me?"

It's like he's possessed by you, charmed into a spell of utter submission as he can only mutter another 'yes, mommy'. He opens his mail, and right as he starts typing you tut.

"Mommy wants to hear you say what you're typing, so I know you're doing well," you tell him, hand moving down from his chair to instead rest on his shoulder. Wordlessly, he nods, clears his throat and with a shaky voice reads aloud to you. 

"Dear Mr. Spruce, attached is a--" his voice dies in his throat as you let your hand slither down lower and lower, testing the waters as you fully bend over to reach his lap. "Keep going, sweetheart," you tell him, watching his twitchy hands hover over his keyboard. 

As he continues where he left off, you carefully unzip his trousers, loosening the top button and successfully revealing a dark imprint showing through his white Calvin Klein boxers. "Attached is a, uhh, a copy of the contract, fuck." 

The moan roman lets out as you pull his briefs down, allowing his erection to spring free and slap against his covered stomach, is whorelike. "Keep going, baby," you hum in his ear as you unbutton the bottom of his blouse a bit, wanting to avoid his pre-cum staining a perfectly good shirt.

"Please, mommy, fuck," he whines out as you let a singular finger drag over the tip of his cock, already causing his hips to rut up. "This e-mail needs to be sent today, Roman. Keep typing if you don't want me to get angry."

He nods fervently, shakily continuing to type as you carefully take his erect cock into your hands. He stumbles over his words, moans and hiccups filling your ears as you stroke him at a slow pace. You let your hand squeeze the base before going up, applying the perfect amount of pressure before rolling your thumb over his leaking slit. 

Roman's eyes quickly turn glassy with welled up tears as he's made to endure your slow, torturous movements, and as much as he wants to please you, writing the e-mail would be the actual death of him.

His hands shoot away from his keyboard to clutch onto his seat's armrests. With a wanton moan he throws his head back, eyes screwing shut as you slightly pick up your pace. "You've been such a good boy for mommy, Roman, haven't you?" you ask him, voice dangerously low and dangerously close to his ear. 

"Ngh-- yes, so so good f'r you, mommy." You kiss his forehead, earning yourself a cute whine. "W'na kiss you, please, mommy," he moans, head struggling to reach yours. "I'll give you a kiss after you finish the e-mail, alright sweetheart? For now," you tell him, grabbing his hand and leading two of his fingers into his own mouth, "I want you to be nice and quiet for me while I take care of you."

With a lack of hesitation he accepts his own fingers into his mouth, immediately sucking on them as his eyes flutter closed, and his moans grow strained. "Do you like it when mommy takes care of you, Roman?"

He nods, writhing under your every touch. He gasps around his own fingers as you pay extra attention to his tip, instant over stimulation taking over his body as his hips twitch up to meet your touch. "Mmh, would you let mommy fuck you?"

"Yes, fuck, yes," he groans out, removing his own fingers to instead find hold in his chair's armrests again. "W'na feel you around me, feel you-- fuck, feel you squeeze my cock." You increase the speed of your strokes, watching your boss fall apart in front of you. His hair is sticking to his sweaty forehead, and his lips are as rosy as they are glossy with spit.

The veins on his forehead and neck look like they're about to pop as you whisper in his ear. "You wanna feel mommy's cunt as she milks you dry?" All he can manage to let out is a desperate 'uh-huh', clearly close to reaching completion.

"'M gonna cum, mommy, I'm g'na-" Roman gasps out, cutting himself off with a drawn out moan.

"Cum for me, baby."

With a moan so slutty you could confuse it for porn, Roman finishes, thick ropes of cum shooting onto your hand as you stroke him through his orgasm. Even when he's emptied out you continue relentlessy, earning you a teary-eyed Roman as he begs for you to stop. 

Hiccuping, he grabs your arm. "Too sensitive, mommy," he groans out, trying to catch his breath. You decide to have mercy on him, removing your hand and instead hovering it in front of him. "Clean mommy up?"

He simply nods before licking your hand clean, tongue lapping between your fingers as he practically sucks off his own semen from your fingers. With your hand clean, he lets himself sink deep into his chair.

"That was, uh," he mumbles as he mindlessly stares at you as you wipe his saliva off on your pencil skirt. You don't say anything, simply walk back over to your laptop. "I'm gonna finish up scheduling for next week, alright Roman?"

He blinks a few times, processing your words before awkwardly agreeing with yet another nod. "Oh, and make sure to write that e-mail," you add, turning to now fully focus on your own work.

"...yes, mommy."

Not sure if I’m asking this right but if you’re still taking requests for kinktober could you do Daryl Dixon and began for threesome? If that’s not available maybe either one of them for public, breeding, or non con🫣🥵🫠

Daddy’s Play Thing

Summary: Negan tries to not play favorites, but it’s obvious you're his favorite wife, especially after he shares you with his prize prisoner.

Pairing: Negan x reader x Daryl Dixon

Warnings: swearing, Negan being Negan, threesome (pit roast), oral (female and male receiving)

Word count: 2k

This was written for kinktober, using the space “threesome”

A/N: I hope you like it Anon!!!

Everyone in the sanctuary resented you, even Negan’s wife. As a wife, you don’t really care knowing you wouldn’t survive outside of the walls. Agreeing to Negan’s offer wasn’t a hard deal to take and you still haven’t regretted taking it, despite the resentment from everyone else.

Walking down the hallways, you look for your ever loving and dickhead husband. You knew he had a meeting this morning with the other saviors and you also know how mad he gets when you interrupt him, but now he’s free and somewhere. Scouring the cafeteria and gardens, you can’t find him anywhere until you check his bedroom. He sits on his couch with Darly Dixon sitting across from him. His shaggy hair covers his eyes that you know are pointed at the floor, not daring to look at you in the eyes.

“Well well well, look at what we have here,” your husband’s booming voice announces, “why aren’t you a pretty sight darling? Come sit on daddy’s lap.”

You bring your lingerie covered body over to Negan who leans back and pats his thighs. You take your seat on his legs, leaning into his side and pecking him on his lips.

“Hello sweetheart,” he smiles, “I’m sorry I’ve been busy all morning. I was told you were looking for me.”

“It’s okay, I knew you were busy.”

He smiles at your thoughtfulness before turning back to Daryl. 

“You see Daryl, most people here know respect, besides from you. My wife here doesn’t get a lot of respect and it makes me sad. I can’t help who my favorites are,” he says raising his hand to cup your chin, “and I think it’s a damn shame she’s treated the way she is for something she can’t control.”

Daryl doesn’t respond, but he does look up to meet you in the eyes. The bags under his eyes are worse than you have ever seen. Although you don’t really know the man, you do know he looks terrible. Negan’s actions sometimes were inexcusable and sometimes you feel bad that Daryl is here in the first place, but you remember why he is.

“I think people need to learn their places,” Negan continues, “I think you need to learn your fucking lesson. Darling, go sit on Daryl’s lap.”

You get up and listen to your husband obediently. Sitting on Daryl’s lap, you see his eyes go wide and his body get tense. He doesn’t know what to do in fear of Negan cutting off his hand or head. Wrapping your arm around his neck, you get close to Daryl and place a hand on his chest.

“No need to be scared,” you whisper, “I won’t bite, unlike him.”

You could have sworn you saw the corner of Daryl’s mouth lift into a smirk, but it quickly fades as Negan stands up and walks over to his mini bar.

“I think you deserve to be rewarded for being so obedient the last few days,” Negan chuckles, “Y/N, why don’t you give him a little kiss.”

You don’t hesitate for a second, moving into Daryl’s space. You guide his head to face you with your hand before leaning into his mouth, taking his lips by yours. They’re dry and rough, just like the rest of Daryl. He doesn’t reciprocate the kiss and you can tell he is still staring at Negan, nervous about his intentions.

“Don’t be such a scaredy-cat, Dixon. Kiss her back, you deserve this.”

Daryl’s hand flies up and grabs your face, holding you closer to his face as he kisses you back hard. You moan into his mouth as his tongue slips in, fighting for dominance. Crawling to straddle him, you start to grind your barely clothed pussy against the janitor uniform Negan put him in. You can heard Negan pouring himself a whiskey, confident that he is staring at the sight in front of him.

“You better feel fucking lucky,” Negan chuckles, “I never share my wives, let alone my favorite. She just happens to like being shared.”

Daryl’s hands move from your face and hair to the round of your ass, squeezing you against him and creating more friction.You moan louder into his mouth and you can hear him slip out a growl, not loud enough for Negan to hear, but you do.

“Get on the bed sweetheart,” Negan orders.

You pulls away from Daryl, much to your disliking, and get on the bed. You lay on your back with your legs spread out, barely hiding anything from the two men in front of you. Negan chuckles at the sight while Negan stares at you in awe, not sure why he gets this moment. 

“You can approach her.”

Daryl hesitantly stands up and walking over to the edge of the bed. Your eyes follow his body that’s hidden by the jumpsuit and your mind wanders to ideas of what he looks like underneath. You have only seen him with the jumpsuit on, not having visited Alexandria before his capture.

“Now this shit is what I mean,” Negan growls, “Show my wife some damn respect.”

He kicks the back of Daryl’s knees so he falls down, head inches away from the center of your pussy. You can feel yourself flutter at the proximity of Daryl’s face and his hot warm breath lightly grazing your folds doesn’t help. 

“See how she is just fucking dripping!” Negan laughs, “that’s how you want a woman to be. That’s a woman you don’t want to keep waiting.”

Negan walks around the side of the bed and sits next to where your legs are. You look at him with big eyes, begging someone to do something to help you release the feeling forming in your core. It’s almost unbearable how bad you want them to touch you, but they both stare at your shaking messy form for a few moments. Negan relieves you by sliding your black lace panting to the side and pushing Daryl’s head into your pussy, his mouth landing right on your hole.

You gasp from the sudden contact of Daryl’s warm mouth on your pussy, throwing your head back the second he starts moving his mouth. His tongue slides amongst your folds as he slowly starts attaching himself to your clit. Sensations run through your body between the feeling and low chuckle coming from Negan. You look up to see him holding Daryl’s head down, not letting him back up or breathe. The feeling starts to become overwhelming and you can feel yourself starting to come undone. 

As your breath hitches, Negan pulls Daryl away and replaces him with his own tongue and mouth. Daryl falls back on his ass as Negan continues to eat you out, sliding one finger into your core and teasing your g spot inside. You let out a loud moan as you cum around his finger. He smiles into your folds as the taste of your come registers on his tongue.

“Mmm mmmm mmm,” he groans, “I could have your pussy for every fucking meal.”

You giggle at his crass language as you scoot farther up the bed, knowing that this night isn’t over. Daryl stands up off the floor, shooting daggers at Negan with his stare.

“Sorry Daryl,” he laughs, “just because I’m sharing doesn't mean you get the damn whole experience.”

Negan reaches behind you and unclasps your bra, exposing your boobs. The room being slightly cold makes your nipples hard and Negan is drooling over them. He leans up and takes your left boob in his mouth, sucking and swelling over your hard nub with his tongue. The contrast of his warm mouth against your cold skin is almost unbearable and you need more. You start whining which makes Negan laughs.

“I think she needs something else,” Negan chuckles, “Sweetheart, how about you suck Daryl’s cock? Huh would you like that?”

You nod as you crawl to the end of the bed, looking up to Daryl with glossy eyes full of lust. You reach up to the hem of Daryl’s sweats and pull down his pants just enough for his cock to spring out hard. It’s nothing impressive, but certainly not small or disappointing. With a big smile plastered on your face, you lean forward and take his tip in your mouth, making his jaw drop.

“Good girl,” Negan praises, “Such a good girl, doing what daddy tells you.”

Negan moves around behind you and slides your panties down your legs. Slick drips out of your pussy and down your legs, making your husband laughs.

“Aw fuck look at that shit, she’s so fucking wet from sucking you off Dixon.”

Daryl lets out a harsh groan as he tangles his fingers in your hair. He shudders as you moan on his cock, sending vibrations through his body. 

“You like it when my pretty wife sucks your cock, don’t you?” Negan asks.

“Fuck, yes,” he growls as you take him deeper in your mouth, almost hitting the back of your throat and making your eyes tear up.

The sound of a zipper rings out and then the feeling of skin brushing up against your pussy. Negan chuckles as he slowly pushes the tip of his dick in your pussy, using his hands to spread your legs wider. You’re pushes down onto your elbows, arching your back for your husband behind you. 

Negan pushes himself fully into you before letting go. All resistance is released as he slams his long hard cock in and out of your pussy. He groans loudly as he fucks you relentlessly. The movements of him slamming his hips into you juts you into Daryl, taking his cock even deeper. Tears form in your eyes as the sensations rush through you, the ball in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter. 

Daryl lets out a deep moan as his grip in your hair becomes tighter and tighter. You can feel his hard cock twitch in your mouth. Smiling, you look up as you continue hollowing out your cheeks. Negan starts to fuck you faster, making you choke and gag on Daryl’s dick. You feel him start to lose his rhythm, knowing both men are close.

You start to moan as the ball in your core starts to bubble up. Negan groans as you clench around him, getting tighter and tighter while Daryl starts to falter from the vibrations of your moan. A warm hot liquid shoots into your mouth as Daryl lets out a loud moan. He grabs the back of your head, slamming into the back of your throat. Swallowing it all, you smile as you lick off the rest of his cum from his dick, causing him to flinch in overstimulation.

There’s no time to think as Negan continues to slam his hips into yours. You cant think as the pleasure turns into slight pain as he slaps your ass unrelentlessly.

“Cum for me baby girl,” he growls, “cum all over daddy’s cock.”

That’s all your body needed. Your core twists and squeezes as you let go. Negan isn't far behind and snaps into you, spilling his cum deep inside you. He continues to fuck you through both of your orgasms. You scream out in pleasure as your orgasm gets drawn  out.

“That’s it princess, good girl,” Negan says, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your head.

You collapse on the bed, attempting to catch your breath after the brutal beating your pussy just took, your whole body aching. Standing up, Negan goes to pour himself another drink. Daryl looks between the two of you, still breathing heavily.

“Get out,” Negan groans.

“Wha-“

“I said get out.”

Daryl doesn’t hesitate and immediately gets on his feet, rushing out the door. The sound of glass hitting a wood tables intrigues you. Opening your eyes, you spot your husband putting down his whiskey glass and walking back over to you. He stands at the end of the bed with a big shit eating grin on his face.

“Oh honey,” he says, stroking your hair, “we’re done yet.”

Kind Gestures & Sweet Thank-Yous

Picture lightly edited by me.

Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Description: After an act of pure kindness, Syzoth shows his appreciation towards you in a way you would never expect... Warnings: Fluff!!! 💖 Word Count: 1k MasterList: 🖤 Kassie's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @bihansthot, @katiralovely, @queenkhepri, @blackbunnymayw. (If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know in the comments! 🖤)

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The seasons were changing — the leaves on the nice green trees were fading into beautiful crimsons and oranges, and the sun did little to warm up the day. Fall had always been my most favorite time of the year for these very reasons. I sat outside, cuddled up in my favorite hoodie, while enjoying the cool air. My allies discussed where we would go next, so I figured I had time to rest. Fighting was never something I wanted to do, but Lord Liu Kang made it very clear that I was a very important asset to ensuring their victory in upcoming battles. It was a hard pill to swallow when I was recurited, but one I was forced to accept.

I stayed in my spot and zoned out into my feelings of peace and happiness for a moment, until a sudden feeling of a nearby presence snapped me back to reality. Turning to see who was near me, my eyes met Syzoth — who didn't seem too happy at the moment.

"Hey," I greeted him kindly. He stood before me with a look of pure discomfort distorting his fine features. Curious as to why he seemed so down, I decided to ask, "Are you ok?"

"Y-Yeah," he responded in a raspy, breathy tone. It looked as if he was about to keel over from pain or some kind of sickness, and that's when I noticed just how badly he was shaking. "I-I'm just c-cold,"

"Ooooh," I chuckled while shaking my head as a small bit of relief came over me. I silently thanked god that it was nothing serious. "That explains why you are shaking like a damn leaf."

He gave me a look of embarrassment for a few seconds before huffing an awkward, breathy laugh. I let my eyes linger upon him for a moment — let them slowly roam his body as it occurred to me that it is very dangerous for any reptilian creature to be subjected to any cold temperature. And I knew that even if Syzoth was in his human form, he could still get extremely sick. Subconsciously, my fingers went to the zipper of my hoodie and I clasped the cold metal between my pads before pulling it downward.

Syzoth instantly took note of what I was doing, but it was clear that he couldn't grasp why I was doing it. He cocked his head slightly like a curious puppy as he stared at my lowering hand with a puzzled expression etched into his features.

"What are you doing?" He asked as I let the warm fabric slide off my shoulders and arms.

The cold did very little to cause me any discomfort, so I took the sudden chill nipping at my skin with a grain of salt. Without answering the man due to knowing how he would reject my idea if he knew my intentions, I approached Syzoth and swung the article of clothing over his broad shoulders for him to put on.

"I-I don't understand." The confusion in his voice was clear as water, but he still sunk his arms into the inviting holes of the hoodie before zipping it up tight.

"It's a man's hoodie, so I hope it fits. You're lucky I prefer bigger sweaters." I chuckled as an amused smile grew on my lips. Even then, he still stared at me with a look of pure confusion and wonder, so I figured I would elaborate for him. "You looked so cold. I know your kind is sensitive to lower temperatures and I don't want you to get sick, so I want you to borrow this. You need it more than I do right now."

His puzzled expression changed to one of shock and another emotion I couldn't quite place. I opened my mouth to speak, but before another word could leave my lips, Syzoth took a few steps towards me. We were merely inches apart and to my surprise, he leaned forward to gently press his forehead against my own. His eyes fell shut, and I became quite clueless as to what was going on until I noticed that a fond smile had formed on his lips.

Then it clicked in my mind: this was how Zaterrans showed their appreciation. Now that I had finally made sense of this odd situation, I let my eyes flutter shut and leaned into him as well. I could feel something come off of him, like a sensation that was radiating from his mind to mine. It felt… Wonderful.

Many minutes later, Syzoth and I separated and his green eyes opened up to meet mine once again. His hand slowly and carefully — as if he were trying not to scare me away — reached up to my face and he began gently caressing my cheek, tracing the skin with the rough pad of his thumb.

"You truly are too kind, sunflower." He murmured in a tone so soft that my heart skipped a beat, and I could feel my cheeks heating up due to the new name he gave me. "Thank you — your gesture is greatly appreciated."

With those words being spoken, Syzoth leaned forward again until his face was only an inch away from mine. I was expecting him to press his forehead against mine again, but instead, he placed his soft lips upon my own. I couldn't believe it — I couldn't believe that after all this time, he finally kissed me. I never realized just how much I had always wanted him to until that moment, and I hoped that he would continue to do so many times after this moment had passed.

After breaking away, he smiled down at me with warm eyes studying my features for a moment. And after putting his hood up over his head — which casted a shadow over the sudden rose tint that appeared on both of his cheeks — he turned and left me dazed and flustered in my spot. The kiss only lasted a matter of seconds, but it lingered within my heart forever. 

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syzoth x reader brainrot below the cut

• Your first kiss is kinda weird. Syzoth isn't used to giving/recieving affection in his human form, so your faces bump into each other a few times before you finally meet your target. His eyes are open the whole time, and you try to hold back giggles as not to discourage him.

• As he becomes more accustomed to kissing you, makeout sessions also become a thing you tutor him on. He seemed curious the first time you slipped your tongue into his mouth, not disliking it but also not really understanding it. So you guide him in moving his mouth against yours, and it doesn't take long for his prehensile, forked tongue to slip past your lips as he wraps his arms around you.

• Sometimes his long, scaly tail makes an appearance out of nowhere, even when the rest of his body is visibly human. You have learned through accidentally petting it before that it is... a particularly sensitive zone for him. You still blush when you think about the soft moan that escaped his mouth the first time you ran your fingers along the individual scales, hard muscle lying underneath.

• Syzoth is gentleman when it comes to kissing and caressing you... until you ask him to do otherwise. When you urge him to be a little more rough, to leave marks along your neck and grind down into you like an animal in heat, well, he can certainly deliver.

• Foreplay is also a newer experience for the Zaterran, at least in his human form. When your encounters start to get spicier, you have to show him the ropes a little here and there, but he's a quick leaner.

He takes immense pleasure in fingering you, the smell of your arousal driving him wild as he elicits whines and moans from your slackened jaw. Eating you out also becomes one of his favorite activities (and yours as well), as his tongue can drive you absolutely wild and make you cum like no one else ever has.

As for recieving, he's a little shy about it at first, but with time opens up to your gentle caresses and strokes, being driven wild whenever you have your hands on him. It's a constant struggle for him not to cum immediately when you take his length into your mouth, his pale green eyes rolling back into his head and legs shaking beneath you.

• He's very versatile when it comes to sex. There aren't any complaints if you want him to top you (though you do develop a system of how hard you want it, after a while, as some days you want to get dicked down like it's mating season, others, you want it nice and slow). Although he'll blush bright green if you point it out, he absolutely loves it when you're on top, and enjoys holding on to your waist as you ride him.

• He's a cold-blooded boy, so he'll definitely choose to snuggle close to you after activities, or during the night, to share some of your heat and take a little nap.

• Taking him to Walmart and buying him a tupperware of live crickets from their fishing section (his fav snack).

This Movie Could Be A Reality, You Know?

Prompt 19: Telepathy Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Description: Bored while listening to an argument between your friends, you decide to use your telepathy powers for more naughty things and play a little game on the shy Zaterran sitting across from you... Warnings: Telepathy, Imaginary Sex, Imaginary P In V, Imaginary Creampie, Implied Masturbation And Sex... Word Count: 569 😏 Main MasterList: 🖤 Kinktober MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @queenkhepri, @bihansthot, and @mmeerraa.

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I sat from across the room, eyeing Syzoth as we all discussed the realms' safety, like we all usually did once every month. Though I did care about the safety of others, today I was bored out of my mind. Why? Because the meeting mainly consisted of Johnny and Kung Lao arguing over who would be a better combatant in a situation of war. It was quite frustrating, given we had more important things to discuss. 

On the other hand, I had other things on my mind as well. Hence, I was staring at the Zaterran from across the room. He seemed just as bored as I did, staring off at nothing with a deadpan expression on his features. God, he looked so damn adorable! A part of me wondered: if he looked so adorable bored, happy, angry, and sad—what other emotions would make him melt my heart?

That's when a very wrong idea popped into my mind. And when he glanced over in my direction and our eyes locked, I couldn't control myself. I opened up my mind just enough to share it with him. Then I began picturing a scenario—one that involved me, him, and the table we surrounded.

He laid flat on his back across it, while I bounced up and down on top of him—both of us completely naked and connected by the hips. I imagined how hot we would look together, skin colliding with skin as our bodies tangled in a sweaty mess on the oak wood beneath us.

I smirked as the image played in my head like a movie, and Syzoth's lime-colored eyes widened like two dinner plates. I just had to bite back laughter as his face flushed pine green while he moved both hands down to set upon his lap—clearly, he was hiding something.

It was so cute that I just had to keep going. I imagined myself bending forward to lick a long stripe down his broad chest, moaning as the taste of his sweat collided with my pallet. At this, Syzoth shuffled uncomfortably on his stool as he averted his gaze away from mine, clearly hoping the loss of eye contact would knock the image from his head. But he was so wrong.

The sharp and wet sounds of skin slapping against skin and juices mixing to make a delicious cocktail of arousal echoed through our heads, and my sweet little Zaterran didn't know what to do with himself. He seemed so small under my intense gaze, like he was so helpless and didn't know how to handle the heat of the moment.

Finally, I produced the grand finale for him, both of us moaning loudly as we came undone within our minds. Once my little show was over, Syzoth glared at me before vanishing. Then the door swung open, slamming shut with force right after. Everyone stopped mid-conversation and looked around the room and each other in confusion, not understanding what had gone on.

Chuckling lowly to myself, I stood from my seat and casually strolled over to the door before exiting through it. I knew men well, and I knew what Syzoth was doing at this moment. And if it looked even half as good as the little movie I had just played for the two of us, then I definitely would not want to miss it. Perhaps we could even my movie into a reality.

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