Heat.

heat.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Syzoth x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: first person POV, no use of y/n, gn pronouns (only used a handful of times), the barest plot, sex potion, pillow humping, dub con* (please see notes below), monster fucking, ribbed for your pleasure ;), knot, breeding kink in the loosest terms, overstimulation and some tears, excessive amounts of cum, cumflation if you squint, oral sex, deepthroating his tongue, rough sex, biting, a bit of blood and blood licking, Shang Tsung being a nasty creep, descriptions of canon typical gore at the very beginning

A/N: this thing kicked my fucking ass. I was intending on having this up before or on Halloween but that didn't happen. But monster fucking time is all the time for me so I figured who cares. Also yes, I know that reptiles most likely don't have knots, but that's what ended up happening. AO3 link.

*I have marked this as dubious consent since neither participants are particularly coherent enough to give very informed consent. The reader is drugged and Syzoth reacts to their scent. So I can't really in good consciousness not mark this as a little dubious.

I had been a prisoner of Shang Tsung for years. He enjoyed toying with me the most. My favorite subject as he called me. I was usually spared from the most gruesome experiments. But I was forced to listen, to watch all of them. Maybe that was his grand scheme. He just wanted to see how long it would take before I asked for death. Syzoth and I had grown to be close in our joint imprisonment. Our punishments were similar and maybe that’s why we’ve bonded. He was often with me or retrieved me from my cell to watch the newest experiment. One of these was a body strung up, multiple heads, limbs, intestines all hanging from one being, all writhing in pain. Syzoth was there with me, crouched so I could lean on him, his hand rubbing my back, the other hand holding my hair as I vomited. Shang Tsung had just laughed as I shook, tears puddling on the disgusting floor. After that, I only saw him when he wanted me to watch his next piece of work. It was always Syzoth at my cell after that, his face downcast as he unlocked my door. 

But today was different. It was Shang Tsung who appeared at my cell door, blood dripping from his chin. “Good evening my sweet,” he chirped. He unlocked my cell with a clang and moved in, cornering me, the dampness of the walls sinking through my dirty clothes. His hand gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. There was a manic glint in his eyes as he evaluated me. “Are you ready for your medicine?” 

“Wha-“ I mumble, eyes immediately locked onto a syringe in his hand as he held it up. The liquid inside was a fluorescent pink. There was a cruel smile plastered on his face. “N-no,” I gasped. I wanted to struggle, to fight against his weak grip, but my body was frozen in fear. I had grown too comfortable, too assured that I was immune to his brutality. All I could do was watch as the needle lowered to my neck, hissing at the sting when the tip pierced through my skin. He squeezed the plunger and I could feel something warm rush through me. I let out a whimper. The smile grew. 

“You’ve always been such a loyal subject.” Shang Tsung spun me, shoving my face against the grimy walls. He strapped my wrists together. The leather cuffs bit viciously into my skin. Blood flow was cut off by the time I was out of my cell. He led me through his experiments, chuckling at their pleas for help. I kept my eyes down, watching blood swirling in the drains. “Don’t look so glum my sweet.” We reached the stairs. Confusion rippled through me. No other prisoner had ever been taken up to rest of the sorcerer’s tower.  A sudden urge to fight gripped me and I tried to wriggle from his grip. “Stop,” he snapped, the sharp blades along his wrist digging into my ribs. “I’m being incredibly nice to you, don’t take my kindness for granted.” The blades pricked my skin and I yelped in pain, feeling the warm blood dripping down my side. 

I gave a meek nod. I wouldn’t be able to escape the symptoms of whatever he injected me with so struggling was pointless. I allowed him to drag me up the sweeping curve of stairs. It was the first time I had seen sunlight in almost a year. I hadn’t smelt such clean air since my capture. I tried to take in everything around me. The cluttered tables full of vials and papers, the bookshelves creaking under heavy tomes, the shafts of dusky sunlight filtering through the high windows. But Shang Tsung led me even higher, pulling me up a much smaller staircase. The spiral was tight and I grew dizzy the farther we went up.

Something…heavy was settling in me. I felt itchy as sweat collected on my lower back. My breath was shallow, chest constricted. My foot caught on a stair and my knee cracked against the stone. Pain shot through me and I gasped. But Shang Tsung dragged me to my feet. “Almost there my sweet, then I’ll let you free.” Mercifully there was one last curve before we came face to face with a heavy wood door. Along one side was a plate of metal, strange markings carved into it. The sorcerer hummed something in a language I couldn’t understand before the door swung open. 

It was a bedroom. The blades were against my neck before I could even think about struggling. My mind was becoming hazy and thick. I could feel my temperature rising slowly but steadily. With the weapons still against my skin, his deft fingers undid my bondage. Then he kicked me, hard, into the room, and I crumpled to the stones under me. The door slammed shut with a deafening clang. 

I rubbed sweat from my eyes as I took in my surroundings. The room was sparse. A small table in a corner, only occupied by a metal jug, a wardrobe next to it. A colossal bed dominated most of the cramped space. There were no windows around the circular room, only small ones at the top of the roof. My legs were like water under me as I rose to them. I took a few shaking steps toward the table and found the jug full of water. I greedily took a sip, sighing as I felt the cold liquid seep through my overheating body. I quickly crossed to the wardrobe and found a white nightdress. I instantly shed my clothes, knowing that Shang Tsung was watching me in some way but not caring. I had been in the same garments for years and was only allowed to shower every few months. I stripped the pillow case off a spare pillow, using it as a makeshift wash rag. The water felt heavenly against my warm skin. 

Once I was as clean as I could be and in the fresh nightgown, I collapsed onto the bed. I hadn’t felt the firmness of a mattress since I was captured. Tears welled up as I rubbed my face into the sheets, savoring the silk, even if they were a little scratchy. I rolled around, wrapping myself in the blanket, giggling like a child. I knew that this happy moment was fleeting. Shang Tsung had most likely poisoned me and I knew my death was close. I buried myself into the bed, ignoring my growing heat, waiting for Shang Tsung to return. To finish whatever cruel experiment I was in. 

I could only tell that time had passed by the tiny windows. The sun was dimming, perhaps an hour had gone by. 

Something was wrong. 

Sweat pooled under me on the silky bed sheets. There was a burning between my legs that made my body weak. My stomach ached. Tears stung my eyes at the overwhelming want in me. My hands were trembling as they drifted up my thigh, the night gown dragging up my skin. I was desperate to ease the pain but I could feel eyes on me. My throat was dry as I began to pant. 

All I could think about was sex. Images of half formed people touching me, kissing me, licking me filled my head. I wanted someone with me bad enough that I could almost taste them. My hand reached the apex of my thighs. It moved as if possessed, going straight to my clit. My back arched from the bed as searing pleasure rippled through me. I chased after the feeling. My fingers slid over the bundle of nerves, the area already sopping wet, unable to find enough friction to ease anything. Frustration built in me. I wasn’t even able to properly work on myself. But I couldn’t stop. 

I needed more. 

I grabbed the bare pillow next to me, smooshing it into a firm arch, before climbing on top of it. My hips settled down and I moaned at the contact of the rough fabric against me. Before I could stop myself, feel some sort of shame, my hips started to grind against the pillow. It felt so fucking good. It took me mere moments before I came but I kept going. Nothing was cooling this burn in me. After the second, third, fourth orgasm, my hips kept grinding, growing frenzied. The pillow was soaked under me, the nightgown sticking to my skin. 

That’s when I heard the heavy door open. My eyes were barely able to open as I moved them to the entrance. I could see two people. One was broader with long hair, while the other was thin with a splash of green. Shang Tsung and Syzoth. Tears of embarrassment stung my eyes. I had no idea what I must look like to Syzoth. Probably pathetic, disgusting. I couldn’t see Syzoth’s expression but I could hear Shang Tsung’s harsh voice. “Deliver the food.” Syzoth took a few small steps inside. Then Shang Tsung gave a spine chilling laugh and the door snapped shut behind him. 

Syzoth immediately put the tray of food down roughly on the table before pounding his fists on the door. “Shang Tsung! Let me out!!” I bit my lip to hold back my cry as a fifth useless orgasm ripped through me. There was no noise from the other side of the door. Syzoth was stuck in here with me. His forehead pressed against the door, fists tight. 

“Syzoth,” my words were weak and even with my tear blurred eyes, I could see him shiver. “I don’t know what’s wrong ah with me.” He turned slowly, hands clasped over his face. I could hear the rattle of his throat as he took deep breaths through his mouth. “Syzoth, please, help me.” I never thought that I would need to ask this of him. 

The Zaterran was holding on to his control, but it was quickly crumbling. The smell was overloading all of his senses. It was thick and sweet, like he was drowning in honey. He couldn’t stop staring at the way his friend’s hips ground against the pillow between their plush thighs. Or the little gasps falling from their lips. The way that suffocating smell spiked every time they looked at him. He had never been so hard, it was painful how quickly his dick had swelled. People accused Zaterrans of being just animals, nothing but freaks of nature. It was completely untrue. But Syzoth felt like an animal now. The only two words running through his mind were fuck and breed. 

“I’m sorry,” I whimpered, “I can’t, please, I need more.” My thighs were shaking as I tried to chase another orgasm. A hand brushed away a sweaty lock of my hair. I looked up at my friend, bottom lip trembling. His eyes were wide, the pupils in slits, but still so tender as he looked down at me. His skin was faintly green and his chest shuddered, nostrils flaring. 

“Don’t say sorry,” Syzoth murmurs, “not your fault.” His hands are tracing over my face, following the curves of my jaw. “I can’t,” he swallows hard, “I don’t think I can control myself. I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“I trust you,” I was trying to beg and assure at the same time. I turn and litter sloppy kisses on the hands cupping my face. “I trust you Syzoth, please.” I wait for him to give me anything, anything to show he wants this. He offers a small nod. My hands reach out immediately, undoing his clothes with my shaking fingers. Syzoth helps me with his more complicated garments. Much to my annoyance, he doesn’t jump on me immediately once he’s naked before me. My hips stall as I take him in, eyes dragging over his chest, the curves of the pitch black tattoo along his skin. I follow the lines at his waist but I can’t see more before he pinches my chin, dragging my face back to his. Something about the way he’s standing, looming over me like I’m prey, makes fear leak into my all consuming heat. 

Then one of his hands buries itself in my damp hair. With a yank, he pulls my head back, baring my neck to him. The surprising roughness makes my empty pussy clench. He buries his nose against my racing pulse point, taking a deep breath of my scent. I want to beg for him, but I stay still under him. His tongue, forked and so long, slithers out from his lips. The muscle trails down my throat before tracing my collar bones. 

“Taste good,” he mumbles once his tongue is behind his teeth. “Lay down.” I do so without complaint, tossing my wet nightgown aside, leaving me bare to his eyes. The pillow soaked in my juices lands next to my head with a thump when Syzoth throws it. I can’t control myself and immediately start trying to rub my very tender clit. Syzoth kneels in front of me, eyes laser focused on my hand. I’m finally able to get a good look at him. His cock was flushed a dark green, pearls of pre cum dripping from the tip. My thighs spread wide in an attempt to draw him closer. 

It works. 

He dives between my legs with a groan. That long tongue of his works into me and I can feel the tip reach deep inside me. “Yes!!” I cry out as a low groan rumbles from his chest. My hips frantically buck against his face. His tongue pushes and stretches in me, swirling like he’s trying to taste every bit of my fluttering channel. It only takes a few nudges against his nose for me to fall apart under him. “So good! Syzoth!” He drinks the rush of liquid like he’s dying of thirst. His strong arms lock around my hips to keep me still. I can feel the pinpricks of sharp nails on my stomach as he holds me. His tongue seems to grow even larger in me as he continues his thorough exploration. “Syzoth,” I beg, “please I need you to fuck me. Please.” Another low hum that sends ripples up the bed. “P-please,” my voice tilts and my toes curl at the feeling. “Not enough,” I pant, hands gripping his hair. But he refuses to move, tongue prodding at me. I writhe under him, thighs squeezing tight around his head. The tender flesh there could feel small scratches of scales. My nipples ache for stimulation and I was all too willing to oblige, tweaking at them with cruel tugs. 

He pulls another brutal orgasm from me, my cry of pleasure shaking as my back arches. He rumbles in appreciation. “Please!” I wail but my hips continue to seek release, grinding mercilessly against his face. Finally he loosens his grip on my hips and snakes his way up my body. His sticky tongue trails up me as well, covering me in my own mess. I can barely register the smattering of green on his skin, small patches of scales like a rash, before I draw his lips to mine. The kiss is messy and frantic, spit quickly collecting at the corner of our lips. Then that wicked tongue forces itself into my mouth. It’s overwhelming. It presses against my teeth, filling my mouth completely. My eyes roll back as I pathetically whimper. 

Syzoth’s hands move to my thighs, ghosting down my calves before easing them over his shoulders. The stretch is harsh, his weight pushes down on me only adding an extra ache. But that pain is quickly erased. I’m nearly giddy with relief when I feel the head of his cock notch against me. He gives my hips a caring squeeze before he plunges into me in one powerful thrust. I practically scream although his tongue muffles any noise. One of those deep purrs makes his chest vibrate against mine. There are three ridges along the underside of his cock. The extra pressure makes my eyes roll back. His hands plant themselves next to my head as his hips start a vicious pace. The part of me that was awakened by Shang Tsung’s ‘medicine’ screams in happiness. But I can’t make any noise. 

The Syzoth I know, so gentle and kind, is completely gone. He pounds into me with unnatural strength. The forked end of his tongue works farther into my mouth and I gag as it works its way down my throat. The ridges along his cock drags against my puffy walls and my thighs shudder at the feeling. I’m trapped completely under him, unable to adjust my hips, not even able to moan for him. I can barely feel that building tension in my stomach before I’m coming around him. The relief is staggering. My hands grab at the only things I can reach, his wrists, and dig my nails into the skin. The sting only seems to encourage him as his chest vibrates again. 

Drool is pooling in my mouth and I wretch, nails piercing his skin in a silent plea. Syzoth’s tongue retreats and I gratefully suck down air. “Warm,” he hisses. His voice sounds deeper than normal. It should scare me. I had seen his true form before, huge and scaly, with rows of razor sharp teeth. My mind is messy with desire, not even able to understand the potential danger. But I wasn’t lying. I did trust Syzoth. He has grown to be the only bright spot in my life of torture. “Soft. Wet.” 

“Y-yes,” I gasp. I can feel something firm nudging against me on each deep plunge. I’m desperate for it, whatever it is, but it almost seems like Syzoth won’t allow it in. But every time it presses against me, he lets out a weak growl. His face nuzzles against my sweaty cheek, tongue tracing random circles along my throat. “Fuck, I, fuck,” I babble, my orgasm quickly approaching. 

Syzoth swelling inside me tips me over the edge. He was already a decent size and with the added ridges, he became mind melting. But then I feel him grow to nearly double. His cock is suffocating now, stealing my breath away on every weak jerk. The ridges become hard and whatever is at the base of his cock grows along with it. If not for the potion, I would be torn. But the extra weight and girth of him inside wrenches a sob from me. Tears spill from my closed eyes at how full I feel. The strain on my legs is greater, my ankles resting on shoulders instead of my knees. Syzoth’s purrs are deeper now. His tongue flicks out to lick away the salty tears before his face lifts from my cheek. I open my blurry eyes to look at him. Only one eye is still human-like, the rest is fully Zaterran. So many teeth I think deliriously. I hear a rip next to me and see the hand on the dirty pillow has changed, his sharp nails tearing the fabric. His brows are scrunched and I can feel the tightness in his wider shoulders. “Too big,” he growls, his voice a rough hiss, “hurt you.” I whine, wiggling my hips the best I can under him. 

“More,” I whisper. “Give me everything, Syzoth.” He hesitates, drawing his hips back a bit. The lowest ridge eases out of me with a wet squelch. All I can do is just shiver under him, eyes rolling back, mouth hanging open. He repositions my legs so my feet are back on the mattress. His waist has expanded so much that my knees are nearly flat to the bed to accommodate him. My tired hips immediately start pushing against him. He’s just so big that I would need to use more force than I have in me to fuck myself properly. “Please,” I look up, intending to kiss him senseless, to convince him that he needs to fuck me. But I’m confronted with his Zaterran form, which doesn’t include lips. That doesn’t deter me. My lips find their way to his neck, covering it in sloppy, wet kisses. My teeth snag on his armored skin, unable to break through but biting down nevertheless. This time his hum is so loud that my ears ache and my entire body buzzes. “I trust you, remember?” He presses his rough skinned forehead against mine, tongue flicking out to lick my lips. Something heavy hits the mattress, making swishing noises. Curious, I glance over his shoulder to find a tail thicker than I am flicking back and forth. 

His big arm snakes under my hips, hauling my body close to his. The other arm braces itself along my spine, his long fingers burying into my hair. The nails scratch deliciously against my scalp and goosebumps erupt on my skin. His chest is cool to the touch. I savor it against my too hot skin. The rest of his cock is pulled from me before he stalls again, just the head remaining inside. I groan, feeling completely empty without him. He slowly drives back in and I wince at the sting. He continues with this maddeningly timid pace, drawing wonton moans from me each time he works into my sensitive pussy. But I’m only growing more desperate. The tender care is doing nothing to calm the burning heat in me. “Syzoth,” I sob, “stop being so nice!” 

Syzoth lets out a hiss and rams back into me. I make a strangled noise, arms wrapping around his shoulders, nails ripping uselessly at his skin. He snaps into me with near cruelty. But fuck it feels so good. I can barely breathe with his thrusts. My nipples rub against his chest on every brutal jerk. The ridges along his massive cock rub against my hypersensitive walls. “I-oh-so big,” my voice is weak, nonsense falling from my chapped lips. Syzoth nuzzles his cheek against mine again, a low rumble starting in his chest. The arm around my hips lifts them just a little higher and the adjustment brings a fresh wave of tears to my eyes as an orgasm burns through me. I quake under him, an obscene amount of liquid seeping from me, soaking his scaly stomach and the bed under us. Syzoth just growls in appreciation and continues to fuck me, his hips showing absolutely no hesitation. 

I feel delirious. The pleasure is all consuming. It mixes with the heady heat inside me and creates an intoxicating cocktail. Lightning crackles down my veins as I grow closer and closer, never able to come down from the constant high. Syzoth’s tongue flickers out from his lips, tracing my skin, humming at the taste of my sweat. “So pretty.” I attempt to reply but my voice is lost when his needle-like teeth catches on the tender skin of my neck. Hot sticky blood trickles from the cut. His hips pause. Puffs of his breath tickle my neck as he inhales the scent of my blood. I hold my breath, freezing under him. The tips of his teeth drag over my shoulder, more bubbles of blood oozing in their wake. There was only a faint sting as he cuts my skin. 

“Syzoth…?” I whisper. His long tongue collects up the crimson drops. A moment of silence crawls by. Then he begins to shiver, the rumbling in his chest growing louder. I can feel him twitch and throb in me. He drives back into my tender pussy with a sudden insatiable hunger. I wail at the feeling. His teeth take up residence along my right shoulder, leaving behind minuscule pricks. The combination of his massive cock pounding into me and the tingle of pain leaves me quivering under him once again, even more liquid gushing from me.

Szyoth growls, his nails digging into my flesh where they laid. “Close,” he huffs. I nod, coherent speech having left me several orgasms ago. He extracts himself from me and I whimper pathetically at the void he leaves behind. With a twist of his massive arms, I’m placed on my stomach, hips propped up into the air. My legs are weak, thighs trembling with the effort of keeping me up. I can’t even use my arms to hold myself up and just let my shoulders rest against the mattress. Syzoth’s big hands wrap around my waist before driving back into me. The noise that rips from my throat is inhuman as my eyes squeeze shut. 

The ridges. 

The new potion allows them to drag across my sweet spot on every single movement. Syzoth could just freeze completely and I wouldn’t be able to stop coming around him. But he was too far gone for that. Harsh hisses and spits echoed around the room, mingling with the wet slap of our skin together. My mouth hangs open, a steady trail of drool seeping out. I was beyond caring. It felt like my body was built for this. To be fucked so completely that I could never experience this euphoria anywhere else. Orgasms seemed to wash over me, so many waves of white hot bliss that they were indistinguishable from one another. The only tell way I could even tell one had occurred were Syzoth’s growls as I clenched around him. His thrusts were becoming deeper, but just a bit slower, losing their brutality. “C-closer?” I slurred. 

The bed shook as he adjusted himself as if in answer. He stood on his feet instead of his knees, placing them on either side of my hips. Then his broad chest covered my back, smooth scales against my sweat soaked skin, as he brushed hair away from my neck. “Yes, fill you up so nice,” his breath fanned across me, the tip of his tongue lashing at rouge sweat drops. 

Then his jaw snapped around the column of muscle. 

I should have been scared. Terror should have so easily cut through the high I was experiencing. But the only thing in my desired riddled mind was how wonderfully the pain complimented the feeling of his cock in me. The very tips of his teeth were what had sunk into my flesh. If he wanted to kill me, he would have. That very simple explanation was all I needed to let out a high pitched gasp at the feeling.

Syzoth only had a few more determined thrusts in him before he plunged in deep with a snarl. The large swell at the base of his cock finally wedged in me and I had to bite my lip to stop from screaming. It was huge, nearly double his already massive girth. Then he started coming. Load after burning hot load was dumped into me. I gasped and writhed, hips trying to pull away. It was too much. But Syzoth just gave a grunt, his jaw tightening in warning. I stilled obediently. His hand is glued to my stomach and I whined at the feeling, tears pouring from my eyes. The pleasure was beginning to be tinged with aches and pain. It seemed Shang Tsung’s potion was fading. Syzoth began purring. It traveled up and down my spine like a struck bell. 

An eternity later, Syzoth finally stopped spilling himself into me. I felt full to bursting. But he didn’t seem to notice as his hand continued to rub at my stomach. “Syzoth,” I croaked, my throat painfully dry. “Can you pull out?” 

“Can’t,” he grumbled, “knot.” He gave a small thrust, the huge knot, as I now knew, stuffing it in just a fraction more. I whimpered. “Has to go down.” He never stopped rubbing my stomach. His jaw finally loosed from my neck, tongue going to lapping up the blood. I winced at every brush of the muscle. These punctures were clearly a little deeper than before and they stung as he licked over them. Once I was deemed clean, his forehead was planted between my shoulder blades. “So full,” he whispered, as if I wasn’t supposed to hear it. “So pretty.” I gave a weak noise of thanks. Exhaustion was fogging my brain, seeping into my limbs, turning them to lead. 

We laid like this for what felt like hours. Despite the dull pain of the bites and the thudding ache in my core, it felt nice to be held. Comfort was hard to find in the depths of the dungeons. I had missed the kind touch of another being. The skin against me subtly shifted from smooth scales to calloused flesh. Syzoth shrunk in me, streams of his sticky cum running down my thighs, even up my stomach. But he didn’t let go of me, his strong arm keeping me close. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t control myself,” he whispered against my back, pressing delicate kisses along my spine. “Are you okay?” 

“Sticky mostly,” I whispered back and Syzoth huffed. “But I’m okay, sore but not in pain. Just need to sleep.” He hummed in agreement. I shivered when cold air rushed over my back as he leaned away from me, allowing my body to flop to the bed. I could hear his feet slapping against the stone floor as he moved somewhere. There was a soft slosh of water before his rough fingertips grazed my shoulder. 

“Drink this.” I prop myself up on my elbow, tired eyes opening. Syzoth was holding out a small metal cup and I gratefully took it, gulping down the crisp water in a single go. He smiled as I did, hand rubbing soothing circles on my hip. “Want some food?” He glanced over his shoulder to the tray he had brought in. “It’s not much though.” I shook my head, rolling to be flat on my back. 

“I don’t think I would be able to keep it down. Lay here?” Syzoth didn’t need any more prompting, circling to the otherside of the bed, snaking under the covers. I was too weak to join him and sleep rapidly washed over me. 

Shang Tsung’s lips quirked as he took in the sight from his hidden peephole. His little experiment had worked better than he could have ever hoped. With Syzoth’s special abilities, perhaps half human Zaterrans were possible. He glanced down at his pocket watch. Two hours had passed since his sweetest prisoner was injected. He would allow them an hour of sleep. He needed them somewhat rested before he flooded the room with even more of the precious pink smoke. 

He hoped for babies soon.

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collared. || Roman Roy || smut

Pairing: Sub!Roman Roy x F!Dom!Reader Summary: You have a gift for Roman, and he seems to enjoy it.

Word count: 2.496

18+ only! More under the cut ^^~

Warning(s): SMUT, aka 18+ only! Sub Roman, degradation, collar and leash stuff, coming untouched/in pants, aftercare

Summary: You have a gift for Roman, and he seems to enjoy it.

A/n: wrote this in a haze and now its here so yippee. this is also on my AO3 btw :D

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"Romes, c'mon, just open it!"

You watch him fumble around with the sleek, black gift box, his nervous laughter filling your living room. "Fuck off, I will, I'm just making sure this isn't a fucking bomb you put to kill me or something. You freaky assassin bitch," he jokes tensely, brows furrowing. In the dim lighting you can see his eyes glimmer in anticipation. "So this is like, what, a pair of panties for me to wear around the office or some shit? Or like, a cock ring? Do you like my dick so much you wanna marry it?"

All you do is shoot him a sharp look, but it's enough for him to raise his hands in defeat and start pulling at the tiny ribbon. "I guess romance isn't dead," he mumbles to himself as he struggles to pull at the ribbon's tail. With a roll of your eyes you snatch the box away from him, quickly untying the ribbon for him and handing it back to him just as swiftly.

"You can't do anything, can you?" There's clear humor in your tone, and yet you instantly pick up on the way his chest stutters and his forehead creases. All he can manage to let out is a small 'shut up' before he removes the top of the box, revealing your gift. You revel in the way he starts shifting in his seat, eyes glued to the content of the box.

Roman lets out something akin to a nervous chuckle, high-pitched and curt, as he grabs and raises the gift for you to see. "A collar? Seriously? That's like, majorly fucked up. My therapist is gonna hate your guts, because you just put his ass behind three years at the very least with this."

You watch him as he inspects the maroon red collar and its golden detailing. His hands are shaking as he messes with the buckle, despite his clear attempts at trying to still himself. "I even added a name tag for you," you hum out as you let your back meet the couch's pillows. Roman, on the other hand, shoots up, collar still in hand as he lets out an incredulous laugh.

"A fucking dog collar! You're one wicked bitch, y'know, seeing I told you about the cage shit. Or is this because I told you? Oh, fuck you, I shouldn't have told you that. I wouldn't have if I knew you were gonna do psychological mind games while my guard is, y'know, down."

He starts pacing around in front of you, the tag of his collar jingling as he waves his hands around during his rambles. "And I thought you were trying to be sweet, propose to my dick, have a Las Vegas wedding with it. I had little baby dick names ready for the fuckin' family I thought you were gonna build, but no, you target my childhood trauma instead. Real fuckin' classy, holy shit," he rambles on.

With each word he says, heat travels further and further from his neck up into his face, until his cheeks are left to burn brightly. Even in the darkness of night and dimness of your lights, you can pick up on just how red he is in the face. Every laugh he lets out between sentences becomes shorter, bouncier. It's like you're watching him melt right in front of you.

"So?"

His head whips to look at you. "'So?' Fucking 'so?'"

You stand up and walk to stand only inches away from him, a light grin gracing your features. "So do you want me to put it on for you, or...?"

Roman blinks once. Then twice, and then another dozen times as he processes your words. "It's a yes or no question, Roman, c'mon. Even you should be able to answer that."

"I, uh... god, fuck you," he groans out, eyes squeezed shut before looking down to stare at the collar in his palms as he hides from your heated gaze. Weakly, he hands you it, not making eye contact as he explains. "You spent money on the stupid thing, I don't want you to be a whiny baby about wasted cash."

You let out an unconvinced 'sure' as you take the collar from him. With repressed glee you caress the intricate stitching in the leather. You'd be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't immediately thought about Roman the moment you laid your eyes on the thing, knowing how nice it'd look around his neck. "Alright, then kneel in front of me."

Roman's line of sight rises to meet your own. He doesn't say anything, and neither do you. It takes all but four seconds for him to awkwardly kneel down, his dress pants clearly restricting his movements to a degree. "Jesus, you actually kneeled down. Embarrassing," you tell him as you unbuckle the collar, reveling in the way he quietly heaves at your words.

All it takes is a one-two movement to unbuckle it. You dangle the now open collar in front of Roman, a sadistic fire lighting in the pit of your stomach. "D'you want your collar?"

Quietly, he gives you a small nod. Not enough. "I can't hear you, Roman. Do you want your collar or not?" you hiss. The noise he makes is something between a grunt and a moan, his puppy-like eyes glossed over as he stares at the collar. "Use your words, mutt."

"H-ahh, fuck, yes please."

That's what you wanted to hear, so you bend down and carefully wrap the collar around his neck, taking your time as you buckle it back up. You make sure to let your nails "accidentally" scratch his neck as you mess with the tightness of it, watching his expression from the corner of your eye. He doesn't seem to be turning purple, and you're able to wriggle your fingers between the toughness of leather and scratchiness of his stubbly neck.

You back away from him, taking in the sight in front of you. He's already panting, hands awkwardly resting on his thighs. You can see his fingers tremble with anticipation as he occasionally fumbles with the fabric of his slacks. And god, that collar. The red contrasts beautifully against both his pale skin and light blue blouse. You watch the name tag bounce around with each of Roman's quivers, golden and glimmering, borderline hypnotizing.

The veins on his neck are also clearly visible now, though it's more because of the restraint he seems to be practicing, rather than the tightness of the collar. He clearly wants to say something, anything, but he's biting his tongue for you. "You look so handsome with your collar on. Does it feel nice?" you ask, taking slow steps to stand only inches away from him.

He nods his head with a breathy 'yes' as he looks up at you. With a gentle hand you play with his hair, messing it up even more than it previously was. He's always disheveled when he visits your apartment, blouse already buttoned down and sleeves messily rolled up as he unceremoniously throws himself onto your couch.

You hum in response, fingers carefully tangling in his hair as you look down at him. "God, you're really pathetic. Kneeling down with a fucking collar on, how would people react to this? Fucking disgusting."

"I know," he groans out, squeezing his eyes shut in a weak attempt at calming himself. "Oh, you know?And yet you still act like a bitch in heat in front of me. Is the thought of everyone knowing how disgusting you are really that arousing?"

As he squirms and groans you grab the best part of your gift ever-so carefully from behind your couch's pillows, and before he can react you clasp the matching leash onto his collar. "Romes, is this alright?" you quickly ask, and with a quick nod from him you continue. You carefully pull at it, laughing as Roman loses his balance and grabs onto your legs for support. "Now you're a proper bitch! You're probably hard as a rock by now as well, aren't you, freak?"

He doesn't say anything to you, just lets his bottom lip stutter as he takes in raspy breaths, barely nodding his head in confirmation. "Go ahead and loosen your pants, mutt," you snarl at him. Yet again you can't help but laugh at him as he unbuttons- and zips his trousers with an extreme urgency.

"It's sad how needy you are, really. All I needed was a collar and leash, and you're letting me push you around as if you aren't a fucking Roy. I should really contact a gossip site about this or something, or your siblings even," you think aloud, and the way Roman lets out a pathetic whine at the words makes your head spin.

With a wicked grin you yet again yank at the collar. You pause for a moment, waiting for the confirmation that he's still okay, and when he lets out a broken hum of approval you happily tug at it once more.

Each tug at his collar sends a shot of ecstasy through Roman's body, a feeling he wouldn't be able to compare to anything else. No money, nor business validation, nor closed deal can copy what you're doing to him now- what you're giving him. "Are you already close, mutt? Don't tell me you're gonna finish in your underwear just because of a simple tug. You're not that much of a perverted freak, are you?" He lets out a whiny 'I am', and as you look down at his lap you grin at the sight. Pre-cum is steadily leaking through his navy blue boxers, his painfully erect cock twitching from underneath the damp layer of fabric. 

You let your face morph into one of pure disgust as you strengthen your grip on the leash, lightly tugging at it as you watch Roman fall apart. "You gonna cum in your pants, Roman? Like the disgusting pervert you are?"

It's clear that he's having a hard time getting his words out. The feather-weight friction of the fabric of his boxers rubbing against him with every tiny movement he makes clearly is too much for him. There's even a slight bit of drool on the side of his mouth, wetting his pretty pink lips and making them shimmer. "C'mon, Roman, tell me if you're going to cum and admit you're disgusting," you taunt. It seems to do the trick, as his eyes screw shut and his breath falters. His face is as flushed as can be, hair tousled and forehead glimmering with sweat. Just the way you like him. 

"Fuck, 'm gonna cum," he fumbles out, sharp breaths turning into light moans as you deliver a final, harsh tug to his leash.

He releases with a loud gasp, followed by a low, strung-out moan as he messes up his underwear. You watch him as he lightly convulses with pleasure, body hunched as he takes in each wave of sensations. As his breaths slow down, you bend down and unclasp his leash, holding his burning face in your hands as you tut.

"Such a filthy pup, making a mess. I'll clean you up, alright?" Roman simply hums in response, eyes still closed as he leans into your touch. "You did so well for me," you tell him, kissing his forehead as you unbuckle and remove his collar.

Carefully, you hold onto him and help him stand up. His knees wobble, and his pants sag down a little, but he's managing. He lets out a hoarse chuckle, finally making eye contact with you again. "Jesus fuck, woman."

You smile at the words. He's clearly alright, and that's what matters most. "I know, I know. So you liked the gift?" you ask as you lead him to your bathroom. He shuffles along awkwardly, clearly bothered by the sensation of still wearing his underwear. "Don't fuckin' ask me that, my god. And can you make sure to use the, uhh, the vanilla soap you always use? I'm sticky as shit with sweat."

"And other stuff," you quip, letting Roman sit on your toilet's closed cover as you start running a bath. "Oh please, like your panties aren't absolutely soaked because of me," he replies, adorning his usual, clownish grin. "Uh-huh, you're a total pussy slayer, Romes."

He puffs up his chest and smacks it with flat palms, letting out forced grunts in his ultra-dominant ways. "I'm a total fuckin' alpha. Seriously, how you let me parade around the office by myself is fuckin' beyond me. You should be more worried about all the women that flash their tits at me through the windows," he says, carefully watching the bath foam up as you pour the soap in. 

"Maybe I should then just get you a collar with my name on it, force you to wear it at work and stuff," you mumble, more to yourself than to him, but he softly groans at the thought. "Maybe you should," he mumbles back, nibbling at his bottom lip as he looks away from you. All you reply with is a light chuckle.

You hum at the smell of vanilla permeating in your quant bathroom. You use the same soap for every day showers, mostly because Roman has been gifting you it ever since he first caught a whiff of it. "Want me to help you undress?"

Roman shakes his head, pulling down his pants and undergarments and quickly making work of the buttons of his blouse. He clearly struggles, though, hands still trembling as he can't get the buttons through the slots. "C'mere, lemme do those," you tell him, and he doesn't hesitate to sit back down on the toilet lid and watch you, bent down to properly reach the buttons.

"Thanks, mommy," he jokes in a mocking, slightly more high-pitched tone. "Don't call me mommy as if you aren't totally into the idea of it," you retort, winning you a partial victory as he sputters before mumbling a weak 'shut up'.

You watch Roman carefully enter the bath as you remove your own clothes. You make sure to grab both his and your underwear and throw it in the laundry bin, before stepping in and sitting behind him, his back resting against your chest.

With a bit of similarly scented shampoo you carefully wash and massage his hair, humming a vague tune as you do so. He falls quiet, as he usually does in moments like these, simply letting his eyes flutter shut as you take care of him.

"Was everything alright tonight? Nothing too much?" He lazily hums, clearly in a state of tranquil as you pamper him. "It was perfect, you were really fucking hot, aaand I came my fucking brains out untouched. No complaints here." 

You laugh at that, and with a small kiss to his bare neck you let yourself get lost in him.

"You were really hot, too."

Ok! Can I request the Demogorgon, Nemesis, the blight and The oni getting their dick and balls worshiped by their s/o ;)

Gender neutral if you could.

nsfw below!

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The Demogorgon:

This is a very new experience for it, but you can tell it’s enjoying the attention by the little rumbles and whines coming from its mouth. Usually the otherworldly monster would take you by force in an almost animalistic manner, but you had managed to convince it to let you try something new.

It will instinctually buck it’s hips if you tease it enough. Please do not tease it long or it will run out of patience and use your mouth as a cock sleeve until it is satisfied. Unless that is what you want, then tease it all you’d like.

The Demogorgon is not used to praise like this and is surprisingly very sensitive. It absolutely loves it when you nuzzle it’s cock while you gently stroke it and will probably cum on the spot if you put it into your mouth. It has a lot to give, so don’t be surprised if some ends up coming out of your nose if you try swallowing it all.

The second it hears verbal praise is when you really start hearing it make noise. You’ll tell it how big it’s cock is while you use both hands to caress it’s genitals. One hand using your thumb to tease the tip and one going down to take its balls into your grasp. It’ll be surprisingly more quiet than it’s usual screeching. You may even hearing something similar to a purr as it rests a barbarous claw just below your neck.

Absolutely loves praise and will take it any chance it can get. It’s favorite is when you tell it how good it makes you feel and how it’s always been so good to you. The Demogorgon loves to please you, so knowing that it’s making you happy will make it feel a sense of pride as you back away to grab it’s claw to guide it to your pants.

Nemesis T-Type:

He is also very new to the whole praise thing. Nemesis has always learned how to take orders time and time again, not get praises for him doing a good job at anything he’s done. Needless to say he very much appreciates you praising him for being so good to you.

Very quickly turns into a praise lover. If you aren’t telling him something along the lines of how full/good his cock always makes you feel, he’s gonna let out a huff and cross his arms. He doesn’t really try to force you, he just pouts and hopes that you take pity on him. If you don’t want him cumming too quickly though, just keep denying him praise, it’s his dirty pleasure and you keeping that away from him will only make him more needy.

The best way to silently praise him is by taking all of him into your mouth. Or atleast attempting to. He’s a big fella. Both in body standards and.. down there. There is absolutely no way possible you could fit all of him in your mouth, and that’s why he gets so worked up when you try. He loves how willing you are to try and he adores the choking sounds you make when you go down too far too fast. You’re barely halfway down when you have to stop and pull away and you just know Nemesis is staring down at you and puffed up with pride. He’s big and he knows it, but he wants you to know it too.

He’s quite loud, even when he hasn’t cum yet. Just the feeling of your hands and your tongue drifting across his cock and teasing his balls has him writhing in pleasure. Might accidentally grip your hair a bit too hard if you swipe your tongue across the head too much when trying to tease him. He’s trying his best to hold back for you but he will slip up a bit.

Also extremely into you riding him while you praise him. It adds so much more meaning when you tell him how good he is while you struggle to fit him into your tight hole, putting your hands on his chest for leverage. It really shows him that’s you genuinely mean it when you say it.

Talbot Grimes:

Talbot was never used to being praised, especially in this way. He has never seen any part of himself as relatively attractive in any way so seeing you praise any part of his body has him a bit surprised. You’ll drag your tongue down his cock all the way down to his balls and he already feels like the most important man in the world when you tell him how sexy his cock looks when it twitches in your grasp.

He can be a bit impatient at times when you draw out your praises when you’re not even touching him. He loves the way you slightly caress his thighs as you slowly drag them up to his belt, but he really wants you to move faster. If you hear a sudden growl, it probably means he wants your hands on his cock now.

Talbot loves it when you jerk him off and have him cum on your face. He thinks it looks absolutely phenomenal on you. The way his cum slowly drips down onto your chest as you gather some from your cheek to slowly put it in your mouth has him hard almost immediately. You tell him how good his cum tastes and he immediately wants his cock in your mouth again. Damn, he really does like this praising thing after all.

Naturally Talbot is a loud guy, so every one of your touches has him making noise. You’re sucking him off? He’ll be making a light growling noise. You denying him an orgasm? You’ll hear him let out a loud bellowing screech. You’re gonna hear a lot from him whether you handle him roughly or not.

He loves it when you praise his cock, telling him that you always feel so good when he fucks you in just the right way only he knows how. Talbot can’t get enough of your praises. He especially loves it if you do it when he’s fucking you. You’ll be struggling to speak and yet you still try to tell him how amazing his cock feels inside of you. You’ll notice that the speed of his thrusts have picked up and that his purring has turned into loud snarling.

Kazan Yamaoka:

Kazan knows he deserves this praise. After all he’s done for you, for the samurai, for his legacy, he knows that he should get atleast some kind of reward. Which is why you are in between his legs, slowly trailing your fingertips from his balls all the way up to his already hardened cock. A silent message that your touch isn’t even the beginning of your praises.

Kazan tries his best to not lose his composure, but he can’t resist letting out the smallest of grunts when you start stroking his cock. It makes it harder when you start verbally praising him too, telling him how strong he his, how you’d love to continue his legacy, how he always knows how to make you moan for him. He just loves it so much. He expected the praise, and he feels like he’s getting more than he asked for. It makes him feel important.

Eye contact while you take him into your mouth is one way to get Kazan to shudder. He loves that lustful look in your eyes as you take him down your throat. If you manage to fit all of it down your throat without choking, look him straight in the eyes and swallow. It’s guaranteed to make him let out a groan as he tightens his grip on your hair. He might even pull you back abut just to push you back down to see if you’ll do it again. And if you do? Prepare to be throat fucked. In his eyes, you’ve praised his cock enough.

Verbal praise is a great way to get Kazan to make noise. Tell him you love this way his cock looks when cum is dripping down it, tell him that nobodys cock could make you cum as good as his does. He’ll be making a lot of noise, especially if you’re riding him while you do so. He’s never been praised like this, not even by his wife, so he’s loving all of this attention youre giving him.

Expect to be praised after this aswell. Kazan notices how much you try to please him and he thinks you deserve a reward. You may have teased him a bit, and maybe have denied him an orgasm once or twice while praising him, but he still thinks you deserve the treatment you just gave him. Prepare for the night of your life ;)

The Dark King

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Oliver Quick x f!reader x Felix Catton

SUMMARY: Oliver just wants to be part of your world, he just wants to be by you and Felix's side, he doesn't mind being a teddy bear or a pet for the two of you, but once you accept him, you will never be able to get rid of him.

WARNING(S): SMUT (+18) DUBCON, Non-consensual drug use, threesome, facefucking, fingerfucking, vaginal sex, rough oral sex (f and m receiving) orgasm denial, possessive behavior, unhealthy relationships, classism, discrimination, some ooc.

NOTES: obsessed with this movie and just needed to get it out, hope you like it and sorry for the possible OCC and mistakes, thanks for reading.

He was not in love with you.

He liked that you were very smart and on scholarship even though you wouldn't need it because your family was English nobility.

He was not in love with you.

He loved the way you smiled at him, but he hated with all his soul that you smiled at others, especially Felix, which was a total disaster because you and Felix came as a package deal, always together, and had spent almost every summer at Saltburn.

Felix's mother and your mother had been best friends since childhood and you grew up bathing naked in the same bathtub and going dressed in suits and formal dresses to boring events.

Then he would freak out because he hated the way you two touched each other, looked at each other, and smiled at each other. He hated that the two of you were on an intimate level that he would never reach with you or Felix.

Because he couldn't tell who he wanted to please more, who he needed to please more.

You and Felix complemented each other so much that it was hard to know where he ended and you began. You were perfect pieces created to fit together and he hated not belonging to that and not being either of you.

But he definitely wasn't in love with you.

He loved you. He loved how good you made him feel with your sweet words or your effusive hugs.

He loved that even before Oliver joined his select group, you sat with Michael and him at the social misfits table.

Michael almost died when he saw you sitting next to Oliver in the university library. There were more tables free, why would someone like you want to sit next to someone like Oliver Quick?

Oliver had only said, "Sure, go ahead." When you had asked him if you could sit at that table.

"Uh do you two have to do a project together or something?" asked Michael extremely nervous when he saw that you were concentrating on reading a book.

Oliver tried to pass saliva, his throat was dry, he didn't want some crazy comment from Michael Gavey to scare you and run away from there, you had simply come to his side, he hadn't had to carry out his convoluted plan to get you.

Of course, he had made many plans, one more crazy than the last to get to you as well as to get to Felix Catton.

From the first day he saw you, he knew that you two were the king and queen, the rest were simply his subjects, his jesters, his servants, and a few commoners trying to get even a little attention from the kings.

He didn't consider himself any different, he longed for that attention, he needed that attention from you and Felix, the winning couple.

"No... I just wanted to sit here... I don't want to make you uncomfortable..." you mumbled.

"No, of course not! You can sit here if you want!" shouted Oliver standing up to try to stop you from leaving.

You just smiled, he was wearing his glasses, and you could see his beautiful blue eyes sparkle at the sight of you, you liked that feeling, he seemed so genuine to you, unlike the rest.

You spent so much time with Oliver, you two talked a lot, he told you many things about his life, which was extremely hard, and you also talked about books and poetry, Oliver was very intelligent. You loved watching movies with him.

You liked that he was so real, there wasn't much of that around you.

Farleigh was the first to comment about your new friends.

"They're both fucking weird, especially the short one, his name is Oliver something, and he's my partner for the thesis, he looks at you like he wants to eat you or fuck you... which is fine, because everyone wants to do it Right?" he grabbed your shoulder and patted you.

"Don't be silly, Farleigh, Ollie's just my friend."

"Ollie, did you hear her yet, Felix? Ollie's taking your best friend away from you, man!" scoffed Farleigh elbowing Felix.

Felix smiled, but you could identify something in him, some discomfort.

You just smiled, no guy would go out with you on a second date and frankly, you were sick of the dating world, maybe there was something wrong with you, and then there was Felix.

Your best friend for as long as you can remember. That night Felix came back to his dorm drunk and you helped him to his bed, he was quite tall, so Farleigh helped you carry him, then said goodbye when he saw you would stay to take care of him.

"Have a lot of fun, you guys..." he teased.

"I just want to make sure he doesn't choke on his own vomit." You told him with your arms crossed before closing the door.

He said your name in a whisper.

"You don't have to hide it from me, I'm Felix's cousin, he already told me everything." He winked at you and then left.

You closed the door and when you returned, Felix had already thrown up the floor.

"I'm sorry..." he mumbled taking off the polo shirt he was wearing throwing it on the floor to hide the puddle of vomit.

You took a tissue from the bedside table and wiped his chin, he had a bit of vomit still on him.

"Never mind." You smiled at him trying to get him to lie down. "Now rest."

He took your hand tightly and guided it to his chest.

"You said you weren't going out with boys anymore."

You sighed, you knew you didn't even owe him explanations, but you answered anyway.

"I'm not dating guys, I'm only dating Farleigh and you."

"Really? What about 'Ollie'?"

"Oliver's just my friend, I think you'd really like him if you'd take the trouble to meet him."

"No thanks, I don't want to meet anyone you call him by a diminutive, Ollie like a teddy bear, your teddy bear, do you like him?" he growled.

He was angry and drunk a bad combination.

You rolled your eyes.

"Fuck, you like him!" he got out of bed and you tried to get him to lay back down, he gave in grumbling.

"So what if I like him? You date a lot of girls."

"I told you I could stop...I can stop now...we can be boyfriend and girlfriend officially if that's what you want..."

You laughed as you pulled a mint out of your pocket and popped it into Felix's mouth. He savored it on his tongue.

"And make your mother very happy? That's not your style..."

"I don't care, eventually we'd know what would happen, wouldn't we?" he took your arm and made you lie on his chest.

You easily found a hollow in his bed and hugged him like a fluffy pillow. He smelled of his expensive cologne, cheap beer and sweat. You recognized it perfectly, his scent.

"I don't want it to happen until we finish college, we had talked about it, we'll have our whole lives to be the way our parents want us to be..."

"I don't want you to date other guys... I couldn't stand it... "he murmured lowering his hand between your legs.

"I only date you...I don't date anyone else...only you..." you whispered feeling his fingers on top of the silk of your panties.

You sensed his minty breath and without warning he reached over you and roughly pushed your panties aside.

"I don't want you to see him again..." he caressed your skin, your mons pubis, little drops of pleasure slid down, he found your little bud and brushed it like a button, you shuddered.

"But he's my friend... if you knew him, you'd like him..." you murmured and Felix slipped his long finger inside you.

You let out a squeal burying your nails in his shoulder.

"You're mine... say you're mine..." his breath against your lips.

His hazel eyes were red, you could feel his lips on yours, his body on top of you taking most of your breath away.

"Felix... no..."

His thumb brushed your little bud, his index finger went in and out of you, he attached a second finger and hooked it inside you so deep, you curled your toes, buried your nails in his back and he grunted.

You couldn't think straight, he always triggered that in you.

Soon you would cum in his hand and he knew it so he stopped, stopped rubbing your clit and fucked you with his fingers, denying you pleasure.

He kissed you on the forehead and lay down next to you, you wanted to cry, you were stiff, your intimacy ached for release.

You slid your hand desperate to touch yourself and he stopped you by grabbing your wrist.

"You can't do that, say you're mine and I'll do it for you."

"You know I'm yours, I've always been yours Felix Catton." You sobbed.

"Say you'll never see him again...I want you to tell him right now, text him and tell him you'll never see him again." He growled grabbing your cell phone from your bag, you tried to fight him off but he found your cell phone and located Oliver's contact.

You had saved it as "Ollie🐻" Felix snapped.

"Fuck! Do you really think that's your teddy bear Ollie? I burned that fucking teddy bear when we were kids! Do you know why? Because I refuse to share you with anyone else!" growled Felix typing the message to Oliver.

You tried to stop him, but you couldn't, he sent the message.

"You're crazy!" you took your phone from him, but it was too late, Felix had sent the message.

It was short and to the point. "I don't want to see you anymore, please don't look for me."

Oliver got the message, he didn't feel any emotion about it because he knew you hadn't sent it, he had been watching you and Felix fucking for half an hour, he had followed you since the party, you had cancelled a movie marathon with him, you didn't even lie about it, you just told him you were going out with Felix and Farleigh.

He had the feeling that you didn't invite him to spend time with them because you were embarrassed but he could see it was because of Felix.

He never thought Felix Catton was so jealous and possessive, he didn't appear that way at all.

He watched as you tried to call him, but Felix snatched the phone from you and threw it against the wall, you moaned, but he threw you back against the bed and finished finger fucking you.

You moaned so loudly that Oliver had to stroke his hard crotch over the fabric of his jeans.

He would have to resort to the plan he had made to get into Felix Catton's world because it wasn't enough to have you, he needed the king and queen.

Oliver entered your world and Felix's, he slithered like a snake and was soon entangled in both of yours, Farleigh was much more reluctant to accept him.

But you and Felix would invite Oliver everywhere, he even overheard once how he said something to you about him, when you two were alone with Farleigh and he was nearby lurking.

"I understand why you like him, Ollie is so genuine..." said Felix taking your hand, Felix had stopped dating girls and everyone knew you were his girlfriend.

It was something everyone knew, eventually you would be Mrs. Catton as you should be.

"Ollie? Really Felix? You too?" growled Farleigh. "That little freak sucks both of you, your dick and pussy, is he that good with his tongue?"

And neither of you denied it, Oliver smiled as he watched you blush, he hadn't eaten your pussy yet, but he wanted to so badly.

"Don't be silly Farleigh!" growled Felix, he didn't seem happy with that insinuation.

"Oh but if he isn't your little bear, is he? He's your little pet, sure you can ask him to jump and he'll jump." Farleigh teased. "You two can ask him for a threesome and I swear he'll agree, you just have to see how he wants to eat you both."

"You're disgusting, Farleigh!" you huffed and walked away letting go of Felix.

Felix looked at Farleigh disapprovingly and then walked off after you. Farleigh shrugged his shoulders.

You had power over Felix and Felix had power over you. Oliver needed power over both of you, but he had noticed that Felix even though he was so spoiled and possessive around you, he would do anything to keep you happy so his plan was in motion.

You played varsity tennis and invited him to a tournament, when you won, everyone went to celebrate, Farleigh hadn't gone because he hated tennis, so Felix suggested going to his dorm.

"Let's have a drink to celebrate."

Felix hadn't invited anyone else and when the three of you arrived at the dorm, Oliver carried out his plan, he poured some of a libido-enhancing drug into your drink and Felix's.

The three of you sat on the wooden floor of the bedroom and began to drink and chat.

You were sweaty from the tennis game and you were wearing a little sport skirt, Felix put a hand on your thigh and started to knead it between his fingers and then started to kiss you, almost devouring you in front of Oliver, he just smiled and you looked at him as you kissed Felix, you pushed your boyfriend away and Felix growled, he really wanted to fuck you, he needed to fuck you.

"Ollie... sorry..." you mumbled wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

"Never mind, you may continue," Oliver replied with a smile.

"No, it's not okay, I'm sorry Ollie, I don't know what came over me, I was very rude to you, mate." Apologized Felix was visibly affected, he was also sweating a lot, his brown hair and wet over his face. "Maybe you should go..."

Oliver lowered his blue gaze to the ground and then looked at you. Your heart was beating rapidly inside your chest. You wanted to taste your friend's lips, you had had that idea in your head ever since you met him.

"Or should I stay?... I really don't mind staying." Oliver insisted.

"Yes, stay." You said crawling around in your little sporty skirt, giving Felix a glimpse of your beautiful round ass.

He couldn't stand it, his crotch ached, and he needed to release his fucking hard-on.

You looked at Oliver and felt his yeasty breath on your lips, you pressed your nose to his and he was the one who grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you. You felt his wet tongue inside your mouth.

Felix was about to freak out, at any other time it would have made him furious, but right now seeing Oliver kiss you like that was fucking hot. He crawled over to the two of you and kissed you. Oliver pulled away from you and kissed Felix.

You saw your boyfriend and your friend kissing, almost eating each other, there was a lot of salivae, it was a desperate kiss.

You lifted your skirt, spread your legs, and took off your panties, they were soaked with your excitement and sweat, you had never felt like this in your life, you had no shame or modesty you simply wanted the pleasure so you started to touch yourself, that's when Oliver stopped kissing Felix and looked at you with a smile.

As if you were a naughty little girl.

"Oh no, you can't do that honey," Oliver mumbled shaking his index finger. "Isn't that right Felix?"

The boy was so disoriented, it was becoming more and more obvious that that reaction was unnatural, he looked like an animal so desperate to fuck, like a primal, carnal instinct.

Felix crawled over to you and grabbed your wrists, putting your hands on the sides of your head, you tried to free yourself, kicking desperately.

Oliver was the one who grabbed your ankles firmly preventing you from kicking.

"Ssh, relax, relax, I'll give you what you want." Oliver cooed to you with a huge smile, which made you shiver.

He pulled your legs apart roughly and stuck his head between your legs, you felt his hot breath on your sensitive skin.

You squirmed as he sucked on your clit and his tongue darted from bottom to top tasting all of you, you tasted salty from the sweat, he put your legs over his shoulders and the wet sounds of his spit made both you and Felix even more aroused, Felix took your wrists with one hand and unbuckled his belt.

He released his hard member, the tip was dripping precum, he placed his hardness on your cheek and slid it between your tender lips, you sucked the tip of his long thick cock as you had done so many times before.

 Felix pushed your hair away from your face and began to move his hips back and forth, fucking your mouth, he pushed his cock in, and you began to choke and he pulled his cock out to let you breathe.

The corners of your lips were leaking saliva and Oliver was still very concentrated on eating your pussy making you come in his mouth, you let out a stream of excitement that stained his chin, he managed to take some and laughed.

You were still shaking a little, trying to recover from the shock of your orgasm.

Felix reached over and gave Oliver's chin a lick to taste you, Oliver grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him, then he slid his hand down Oliver's torso to his perfect abs and reached his hard member, Felix stopped him.

"Ollie... What are you doing?" stammered Felix.

"Easy, our girl likes it, don't you sweetie?" asked Oliver looking at you with a huge grin without stopping pumping Felix's member, you were so stunned, but nodded.

You really liked watching them touching each other the way they were touching each other.

Felix looked at you and hesitated a little, but he let Oliver lean into him and felt Oliver's juicy lips, he was different from you, he was much wilder, more disastrous, taking his member in, deep-throating it without hesitation.

He sucked him masterfully with determination, Felix began to gasp and moan as he watched you, you moved closer to him and kissed him, tasting yourself on him and watching as your friend gave your boyfriend a blowjob.

Oliver's blue eyes looked at you, he seemed to dare you to go to hell with him and take some of his king's sweet seed, you were willing to do it, but Felix grabbed your chin and kissed you to look away.

It was almost as if he was telling you, stay with me and let our pet finish his job, Felix moaned against your lips as he cummed, Oliver swallowed all his blessed cum and then came up to you and spit in your mouth and then kissed you.

It was strange to taste your boyfriend on your friend's lips.

Felix grabbed your arm pulling you away from Oliver to kiss you, you two devoured each other and Oliver watched completely ecstatic releasing his swollen and aching member.

When you and Felix saw him jerking off you both laughed at him.

"What?" laughed Oliver helplessly.

"Those aren't the rules here." You said crawling over to him pushing him down to lie on the floor and straddling him.

Oliver let out a small gasp as he felt your velvety wet walls squeezing his hardness.

He moved his hips upholding you by the hips, having the power even though you were riding him, your moans were loud, he pulled your hair to kiss you, his blue eyes were bright and devilish, he increased the thrusts, and you trembled every time you felt his balls against your wet and sensitive skin.

You cum arching your back, he held you back with his legs so you wouldn't fall and you milked every last drop of his cum from your tight pussy.

When you two finished, you were smiling and so was he, the only one who wasn't smiling was Felix.

"I think... I think we should rest..." suggested Felix with his head spinning.

You looked at Felix, he was so irritated that you nodded, and stood up with your legs shaking and Oliver's semen spilling between your legs.

Oliver stood up a little dizzy too, Felix took a couple of tissues and wiped the white traces off your crotch, threw the tissues in the trash can, and then put on your panties, lent you a sleep shirt that fit you like a dress and lent Oliver something to sleep in too.

The three of you slept cuddled up in Felix's bed, which wasn't very big, but Oliver didn't mind sleeping in the middle with your breath on his neck and your panties lightly wet against his thigh, you hugged him like he was your teddy bear and Felix just let you do it because it made you feel happy, even though he wasn't entirely happy.

Neither of you two knew that you had let a vile vampire into your relationship and that he would drink you empty.

Oliver closed his eyes with a huge smile, he would sleep like a baby, he was in bed with the king and queen, you thought he was a teddy bear, a mere pet.

He was the fucking dark king, and he would take it all from you.

@beebeetheclown

TW: NSFW, noncon/dubcon, size-difference, captive darling, punishment, deepthroating, bondage

You beg your big bulky kidnapper not to take your virginity because you’re waiting to give it to someone you love, and he just smiles at you crookedly – stroking your teary cheek as he rests the hefty weight of his big fat veiny manhood on your belly, leaking hot pre while cooing at you with deceptively kind eyes, saying that he thinks that’s a lovely idea.

Flipping you over, he starts prepping your virgin ass instead – spit and four fat fingers stretching it out while you sob and wring your wrists in your fluffy cuffs – all pointlessly as the pink hole starts to give, becoming soft and squishy, swallowing his digits up in wet velvety squelches.

And filling the taut hole up with his massive cock, he rubs your clit and whispers darkly that he’ll save your pretty cunt for when you fall in love with him.

He’s overjoyed to see you’ve already fallen in love with him after only one round of pounding your poor butt into a sore sloppy opening – all but begging him to take your pussy instead. 

Obviously, he obliges, sucking the bloated fat of your teary cheek with a hum and a firm squeeze to your sore buttcheek before flipping you back around.

He kisses your lips, your neck, your tits, your stomach – laving down until licking through your pretty pussylips, promptly tongue-fucking the sweet hole until you cum with a shudder.

Smiling into your trembling cunt – he chuckles, feeling it pulse against his lips. “Come on, baby ~” He encourages. “Tell me how much you love me – tell me how much you want my sweet, sweet love.”

He pulls your thighs around his torso, rubbing his messy cock against your slick cunt while nipping at the corner of your lips – patiently waiting for your forced consent. Grossly amused – and aroused.

“Ah – please…” Your lips warble – eyes screwed shut where you try angling away from his steamy breaths.

“Please what, baby? Please make love to your sweet pussy?” He suggests with a moan – hunched over your smaller form with his cock licking your clit as he slides it back and forth between your thighs. “Or do you maybe miss it in your tight ass?”

“No – please-”

“Then tell me, baby. Tell me you want it – tell me you love me, and I’ll give it to you.” He purrs – still while laying open-mouthed kisses on your lips and cheek.

You whimper, crying wetly. “I love you – please make love in my pussy…”

He hums in return – a satisfying rumble as he slips his cock-head through your folds until it settles in your opening.

Your breath hitches at the stretch – then you suck your teeth – hissing as he splits you open and treads your tight virginity over his girth – hugging him air-tight like a condom bought two sizes too small.

“Oh, baby~ so tight~ so tight and good~ wet like a good virgin should be~” He groans, sinking every thick inch inside despite the way you squirm, ignoring your sweet cry when you beg him to slow down. 

He’s down to the hilt in a moment – kneading against your womb with his chubby cockhead. Big hands squeeze your ass – using it to pump into you in steady deep-hitting thrusts – his lips on your forehead in a prolonged kiss.

You pant out sticky whines as he ruts inside you – fat cock stretching you badly for your first time – making everything sting numbly, only partly soothed by a tickling pleasure – tummy feeling hot and tight until it all snaps again, leaving you to shake on the massive member, throttling him all so sweetly.

“I love you, baby~ love you and your tight pussy~ squeezing me so good~” He slurs against you, drooling on your skin. “Gonna fill you up with love – all of it – all of it in your sweet pussy~”

BNHA – Deku, Kirishima, Denki, Enji, Hawks

JJK - Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji

𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐊𝐔𝐄𝐈 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎 + 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

summary: just complete thirst about the lin kuei brothers and you sitting on their face

cw: afab reader, oral (fem receiving), facesitting, established relationships, submissive/bottom tomas, (literally my religion omg), tomas cums just from eating you out :( , mdni !

wc: 1k

a/n: im ovulating and i just had to write this omg im sorry this is so self indulgent

𝐁𝐈-𝐇𝐀𝐍 | 𝐒𝐔𝐁-𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎

being the eldest brother and grandmaster of the lin kuei, bi-han has had his fair share of experience with sexual encounters. and as much as he’s been on the receiving end of oral, he’ll only give back to a partner he deems worthy of his love and time. getting to this point with bi-han took some time, but it was sure as hell worth it.

bi-han’s cold tongue had no mercy on your quivering state as he continued to flick your clit in all sorts of motions and patterns. you were instructed to hold your orgasm because you knew bi-han loved it most when you came around his cock and milked him, but he definitely wasn’t making this easy for you.

the tips of his fingers were starting to grow frost as they dug into the flesh of your thighs and ass. despite you being on top, the cryomancer controlled your pace with the way he rocked your hips back and forth. as always, he was in control while he worked his magic. 

suddenly his actions on your clit came to a halt. you were going to let out a sigh of relief and calm yourself down for a moment, but bi-han had no intentions of letting that happen. with a loud yelp, you unexpectedly feel the cryomancer’s strength and he positions your hole directly to his tongue and your clit to the tip of nose. 

with no time for you to breathe, bi-han dives straight in and runs his tongue around your gummy walls. the feeling of his cold muscle inside of you made you squeal and jerk your hips on instinct– ultimately causing your clit to smudge against his nose, making you gasp and arch your back. 

bi-han groans and pulls your pussy deeper into his face, making you feel the vibrations course around your groin. the grip on your hips was now deadly as the cryomancer denied you of moving your hips at all. he continued to feast on you as if you were his last meal–

and maaaybe you accidentally came on the spot without his permission… (you were totally in for it now.)

𝐊𝐔𝐀𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐆 | 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐍

this man is a pussy eating champ. when compared to his brothers, he easily has the most skilled tongue– and that means you’re in for one hell of a treat. unlike his older brother, kuai liang’s favourite pastime is pleasuring you and that pussy of yours that he’s head over heels for. 

kuai liang’s hands reached up to fondle your breasts as he moved his tongue in and out of you repeatedly. your back was arched as your hands grabbed onto the headboard for support to hold yourself up. the obscene slurping sounds that came from kuai liang’s actions bounced off the walls and flooded your ears, only heightening your arousal. 

as he continued exploring your velvety walls, you feel the pyromancer take your nipples between his index and thumbs. you squeal at the feeling of your sensitive buds being tended to and your hands shoot down to tangle your fingers through his dark locks– which was messily undone from his usual well-kept bun while some free strands stuck to his forehead.

kuai liang moans in response to your hands gripping tightly at his hair, and you can feel the intensity growing more by each second that passes. he’s done this more than enough times with you to know when you were close. he could tell just by the way you slurred out his name. 

once telling you to let go, he grabs your hands away from his hair and intertwines his fingers with yours. his brown orbs dont break eye contact with you, and you know exactly what he’s expecting you to do–

as if you two could read each other’s minds, kuai liang sticks his tongue out and flattens it, encouraging you to chase your orgasm. and of course, you do as he wants. your hips rock (almost uncontrollably) back and forth against his warm tongue. your back arched, head rolled back… and those pornographic moans escaped your lips…kuai liang’s eyes stayed on you the entire time.

he could truly spend eternity beneath you, nose deep in your pussy.

𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀 | 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 

the youngest of the three was most likely the least dominant compared to his brothers. most of your sexual encounters with tomas consisted of you being in charge and praising him like the good boy he was- especially if you're sitting on his face.

his head was cushioned between your thighs as your warm pussy rocked against his face– back and forth. back and forth. back and forth. your pace was under control as you kept yourself  calm and composed… which was the complete opposite of the czech assassin smothered beneath you. 

he was a complete mess under you and you loved it. his tongue was messily lapping up all your juices that were also trailing down to his chin, neck, and some that even spilled on the bridge and tip on his nose. 

tomas’ moans and whimpers were muffled by your pussy that was practically suffocating him, causing you to let out a small moan yourself before teasing him about how loud he’s being. in response, you hear him struggle to muster out an apology, but that wouldn't matter…

noticing that you were wearing nothing else but an oversized shirt from tomas’ wardrobe, you mischievously smile down at the youngest lin kuei brother. his doe grey orbs looked  up at you, trying to clear the daze in his head to figure out what you were thinking.

though, the last thing you seen was his eyes widen slightly before you push your (his) shirt over his head, denying him to see anything– trapping him completely with your pussy. all you do is continue to moan and grind his face, telling him how good he was for still pleasuring you. 

while striving to snap that coil in your stomach, you completely stop your motions as tomas lets out an obscene, muffled whimper. you feel something from behind splat on your lower back and ass. looking back to see what happened, you couldnt help but giggle–

tomas was panting heavily from the way his chest heaved up and down, and his seed was spilled all over his stomach, which also landed on you… he truly was the cutest.