SINS!!

It was during training, a few weeks ago, when he first noticed. It was like any other day, König tried his best to keep up with the others but he was feeling a bit off that day, he was slower than usual and kept messing up, and training just felt harsher than usual. If there was one thing he noticed that was different was that Ghost kept staring at him, it wasn’t normal staring, it felt like he was looking into him, a kind of stare that unnerved your very soul. He didn’t say anything, only stared, which was probably worse for König, he was used to yelling but keeping quiet made his anxiety go through the roof, and he wasn’t taking it very well. König wouldn’t have minded if it were from anyone else but Ghost…he had a bit of a crush on him, and you couldn’t blame him. Ghost was strong, confident, and spoke his mind, compared to him he was like a bear while König was a small mouse, but that was what made him like him more. He was strong when he needed to, spoke his mind when he wanted to, and it was endearing to him. By the time training was done, he was exhausted, more than usual, and he couldn’t get his heart to calm down, and now it was going to get a whole lot worse for him. He was walking back to his room when suddenly a voice boomed in the hallway.

“König.” He jumped in surprise hearing his callsign suddenly, he looked behind him to see Ghost standing at the other end of the hallway, his arms crossed and standing firm. Even from behind his skull-painted balaclava, he could tell he was frowning, about what he didn’t know.

“Come here with me,” he said simply, König meekly pointed to himself in confusion, “I don’t see anyone else named König. Hurry up.”

König quickly followed behind as Ghost impatiently walked off before he could get to him.

He silently followed behind him, he wanted to ask what he wanted him for, where they were going, if it had anything to do with training, and why he was staring at him earlier, so many questions raced through rushed through his mind but he couldn’t find the courage to say anything. All he could do was stare at the back of his neck as he continued walking in front of him, wait, his neck? König looked more closely at Ghost, his balaclava had rolled up on the back of his neck, showing a portion of his neck. He felt like he was seeing something he shouldn’t be looking at, like when women’s ankles were forbidden outside some long time ago, and yet he couldn’t look away. His skin was pale there, as if the sun had never known this part of his body since he was born and yet there was at least some semblance of a tan under the pores of his skin, sweat gathers in thick drops on his neck, gliding down old scars, moles and paler blemishes. He wondered how it would feel to touch him there, was his skin soft or rough? Would he flinch from his touch? Is his skin cold or hot? How would it feel under his tongue as he licked at the sweat that gathered there? Would he groan, moan, whimper even? Would he tell him to stop or tell him to keep going? He wanted to know so badly…he was snapped out of his delusions when he suddenly bumped into Ghost’s back, the man had stopped in front of his bedroom door, the sudden contact surprised Ghost, making him shoot him an annoyed glare as he opened his door. König apologized profusely as he was pulled inside, the door closing with a deafening click behind him. He looked around the room, it looked like it was barely lived in yet it carried Ghost’s smell so well.

“Sit,” Ghost commanded walking away.

König sat in the chair that was closest to him, trying to make himself small in it even though he could barely fit into it as is. He looked around anxiously, unable to look at Ghost even though he had his back to him, there wasn’t much to look at he would admit, whatever he used frequently was put into a corner near his nightstand and there was the chair where everything that may or may not be needed was put on, and then there was his bed. It was messy and the pillow laid on it haphazardly. He stared at it longingly, his foot shook against the floor anxiously, he wanted to smell his sheets, to roll around in them and be enveloped in his scent. He wanted to do naughty things in them, to get off from his smell, on the space where he must’ve spent most of his hours in the day, where he sleeps, where he-

König was once again pulled out of his delusions as he felt a hand grab his shaking leg, forcing him to stop. He looked at the hand in shock, his eyes trailing up the strong hand, to the veiny forearm, the muscly bicep, all the way up his thick neck, and to the face that stared at him with a deep frown. He flinched under his gaze as leaned into his seat, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Do you plan on annoying me more today?” Ghost said gruffly, his voice low and hoarse. No matter how he spoke to him König always liked hearing his voice, sometimes it scared him sure but he would take him yelling at him over him not speaking to him any day.

“I don’t know what you mean, Ghost,” König replied, his heart felt like it could leap out his throat at any moment

Ghost leaned in closer, making König sink more into the chair out of fear, “Why were you staring at me so much during training?” He didn’t know what he meant, “You’ve been staring at me all day, even before that, you just kept staring like you wanted to pick a fight. You got a problem with me, König?”

König frantically shook his head, “No! I could never-“

“Then explain yourself.” He demanded. He doesn’t remember staring at him, not in the way he was talking about. Unless…sometimes König is told his eyes look dead when he’s looking at someone, he doesn’t do it on purpose but it freaks people out and makes it look like he wants to kill them. If that’s the stare he was talking about then he could only panic, trying to explain he had no qualms with him but kept stumbling over his words.

Ghost stared at him as he stuttered and stammered over an explanation. He wasn’t mad at him, not actually, he knew König is too much of a softie to pick a fight with him but he was curious about the staring. He avoids eye contact with everyone except him, he wanted to confirm something that was bugging him for so long but couldn’t bring himself to bring up until now. With him so close and rambling on he thought it was cute, he thought he was cute, not that he would say that out loud, of course not. As he continued to ramble, Ghost looked down König’s body, he was muscular, well, muscular doesn’t even begin to describe him. He was built like a brick house and was as tall as a bear, he was nice to look at, better when he was cowering like this, all nervous and shaking, it made Ghost want to tease him, to see how far he could push him. Would he cry? Would he snap? Would he get sad, angry? He wanted to know, he needed to know. He continued looking further and further downwards, noticing something very interesting, the perfect opportunity to see what he would do.

“König.” Ghost said, he was rambling something about butterflies now, he repeated his name, a bit more sternly this time, “mind explaining to me what that is.” He commanded more than questioned

König was unsure of what he meant, his eyes following his gaze and saw exactly what it was. He blushed and quickly closed his legs, he was getting hard right in front of him. To say he was embarrassed was an understatement, to think he would have such a reaction in his presence, was he a pervert or something? Well, he did have fantasies from just seeing his bare neck and his bed, was he that down bad for this man?

He saw Ghost get to his knees as he stammered some excuse over his predicament, unable to string a coherent sentence without saying ‘I’m sorry’ or apologizing in some way. He didn’t even register he was on his knees until he felt Ghost take ahold of his wrists, attempting to move them.

“I’ll take care of it.” He said, his voice monotone.

“T-Take care of it…?” he questioned, unable to think properly as his embarrassment made his head grow hotter and hotter

Ghost looked up at him, König couldn’t deny he looked good on his knees right now, “Yeah, I’ll take care of it, just keep quiet. Unless you want everyone outside to hear you.”

As Ghost steadily undid the belt to his pants König finally understood what he meant. He felt his breath hitch in his throat as he pulled down his pants, embarrassed and getting increasingly horny as he stripped him, gripping the chair handles tightly as he felt his underwear being pulled down, revealing his massive chub already leaking in precum. He couldn’t believe his eyes as Ghost stared at it intently, his nerves and emotions running high. How was he supposed to act in this situation? His crush, the love of his life, was currently staring at his semi-hard dick. Was he in heaven? Did he die of embarrassment? He couldn’t tell, and feeling the sensation of him placing his hot fingers around it was making him think he would die again.

Ghost smirked behind his mask seeing König, twitch and breath heavily as he touched his dick, stroking the massive appendage in his hands. He figured he’d be big considering his height yet he couldn’t believe the weight this thing held at only half mast, it was like he was holding a loaded hotdog with all the bits and extra ketchup. His skin was extremely pale and sweaty, forgetting for a moment they had just come from training he noticed his musk was particularly strong as well, it was…intoxicating to say the least. He could feel him twitch in his hand, his body squirming as his breaths got heavier and heavier, he wanted to hear him make more sounds, to make more sudden movements out of pleasure, to twitch and writhe from his hands. He wanted him a blubbering mess by the time he was done with him. He stroked his cock more firmly, his member growing more and more in his grasp and König made soft moans above him, his eyes half-lidded but practically dripping with desire. Ghost felt something inside him grow warm and tighten in his chest.

“Does this feel okay?” he asks, making him hard enough to hold properly in his hand. Now that he was fully erect he realized just how big he was, he couldn’t have been less than 6 inches. Though he was pale, all the color in his body seemed to flow to his dick, the tip a light pink and oozing, Ghost felt himself swallow with an unknown eagerness as he looked at it leak in his grasp

“Y-Yes, very…very good.” König could hardly believe what was happening. His hands felt so good, they were rough and calloused but so big and warm, he stroked him with such fervor and determination, it made his body tingle from his toes to the top of his head. If he could stay here forever he would, in a heartbeat. His hands were making his head swim. He would squeeze him firmly from the base, pressing his thumb along the underside with one hand while the other wrapped around him in a tight grip, sliding up and down from a slick mixture of his precum and sweat, unsure if it was from him or some his hands but he didn’t care, sliding up to his glands, pulling the foreskin along with it and making his way back down. He moaned lightly every time he made his way down, his hips thrusting lightly into his palms, trying to chase the pleasure that was building up in his waist.

It was a good thing Ghost always wore a mask of some kind otherwise König would see the desperate smile that was trying to make its way onto his face. He was sure his face was contorted from trying to suppress his excitement. His heart fluttered every time he heard him moan, every time his hips bucked into his hands, more and more as the inside of his hands became wet and sticky with his precum, mixed with the smell of his sweat it was a scent he made sure to imprint in his mind. He looked up to see König with his eyes half closed, his eyes rolled upwards ever so slightly, he looked like he was enjoying this, enjoying rutting into his hands, inching ever so close to his face. Ghost wondered how he would taste, would he be salty from the precum or the sweat from training? Would he be able to taste if he showered that day or not? The thought of it made him hornier and harder in his pants and it felt like they would rip if he moved too suddenly, but he couldn’t handle it much longer.

Ghost suddenly stopped his hands when they were at the end of their descent down his rock-hard dick, a thick glob of precum oozing out as his dick pulsed in anticipation. Though dizzy from the onslaught, König managed to focus his eyes again, seeing Ghost remove his hands and stand up. He almost whimpered at the lack of contact, wanting him to touch him again, to bring him over the edge and cum hard enough that his spunk landed on that sexy balaclava he always wears, but his mind went blank again when he saw him unbuckle his own pants. Ghost quickly and impatiently undid his belt and pants, his sticky, slippery hands making it hard to grip anything other than the massive log he held before. He kicked off his pants somewhere beside him and leaned over König again, pulling him by the waist so his lower back was barely on the edge of his seat and his hips floating, making the poor colonel yelp in surprise. He hurriedly pulled off his shoe and threw it elsewhere, pulling his pants and underwear off of one leg and spreading his legs apart. König blushed heavily as he lay splayed out in front of him. He wanted to cover himself up even though his hands wouldn’t be enough to hide his raging hard-on, to have some kind of decorum and keep his dignity, but the look in Ghost’s eyes made it known that no matter what he did he was going to take it away from him anyway. Ghost hooked his arms under König’s legs and pushed them up and forward towards his head, raising his hips, essentially making his knees be on either side of his head. He wasn’t that flexible but he would have to deal with it for now. He pulled down his underwear, revealing his own dick that was tortured in its cloth prison, and resting it on top of König’s. he wasn’t as big or as long as his but seeing them next to each other seemed to spark something inside him. Something sparked in König too as he saw Ghost’s precum leak onto his cock, it was clear but thick and his entire member looked like it needed release. Did he do that to him? Did touching him make him that hard? König could only gush internally and scream within the walls of his mind as he stared doe-eyed. Ghost pressed himself onto König, making the taller man grunt uncomfortably as his legs were pushed further than he could get them normally, making sure their dicks were sandwiched between them.

“Hold them.” Ghost said, his voice low and demanding but there was the slightest hint of desperation in his tone. König shakily grabbed their cocks, screaming internally and blushing at the thought of actually touching his crush’s dick, “tighter.” He groaned in his ear, causing him to shiver slightly.

König grabbed their dicks firmly, he could feel every throb of his heartbeat through his dick, making Ghost grunt above him. He felt him brace himself against the chair, moving his feet to steady himself before thrusting forward, bucking his hips into his hand and against his cock. He didn’t know if to cry or smile, he was happy yet so horny he could die. He was so happy he could make Ghost make these sounds, that he was so desperate for him as he grinded against his palm, but he was so aroused at the grunting that it made his cock tingle and leak more and more every time he heard. It was a weird mixture of emotions he hadn’t felt before and it was growing and swelling inside him, heating his body to an uncomfortable degree. He wished he could move against him, to grind with him against his cock but he couldn’t move in this position, he could only lay there as he held their dicks together, but he didn’t mind the feeling of being used, of being his toy right now. Ghost suddenly thrusted harder than before, grinding particularly hard on him as he ripped him from his thoughts.

Ghost grabbed his face, hooking his thumb under his chin, and made him look at him, his hazel eyes staring at his piercing blue eyes intently, “Pay attention, the only thing you should be thinking out is You and Me? Understand?” König nodded meekly, becoming more embarrassed yet turned on hearing him scold him.

Ghost moved his hand from his neck and slipped it between them, dragging his fingers down his body. Down his neck, over his collarbone, pressing firmly against his pec and harshly against his nipple, and down his abs until he grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it back up and tucking it between him and the chair. Fuck, he looked so sexy right now. König blushed at his body becoming barer in front of him, his scar-riddled body sweaty and flushed and splayed all for him to see, he blushed a darker shade of red as he turned his head, his breaths getting heavier and heavier.

“Look. At. Me.” König flinched but soon turned to Ghost again, embarrassed but oh so turned on by him and his demands. His gaze was needy and arrogant and seemed to pierce within his soul and it brought tremors to his body in a way he couldn’t describe. But it felt so fucking good.

Ghost continued thrusting against him, annoyed König couldn’t keep the eye contact he wanted, that he craved right now, he kept looking between them as their cocks rubbed together, but settled for his muffled moans behind that mask of his and the view of his body below him. Even while being curled in the chair he liked the way his skin rippled and how each of his muscles still tried to bulge against it, he wanted to ride him, to feel how his member would twitch and flinch inside him as he impaled his ass, to hear him moan, and cry, and whimper under him every time he slammed his hips against him, but he shouldn’t, this would be too much for him. So he settled for his moaning and whimpering right now in the hopes that he could get an even better fix later, sometime really soon.

Their dicks were leaking more and more precum as time when on, the sound of grunting and moaning filling the air but the sound of slick flesh moving against itself contained within the space between them. König whimpered more and more as Ghost thrusted faster against him, he could tell he was enjoying it, cursing under his breath every few thrusts, his hands gripping his legs firmly, his fingers pressing deeper and deeper into his skin, not to mention his cock throbbing with a heat much more intense than his, and it all made him feel so warm and fuzzy inside. He wanted to stay like this for a while longer but damn it, he wanted to cum, he needed to, he wanted to cum against his cock and his belly so badly, to hear what he would say seeing him release so quickly with so much semen on his body. Would he laugh at him? Call him pathetic for cumming first? The thought of him berating him sent a shiver up his spine, he doesn’t remember being this much of a masochist but with Ghost…he would beg for him to insult him.

Ghost could feel his end coming as well as he bucked against him desperately. Why did his hands have to feel so good? Those long slender appendages easily wrapping around both of their cocks with ease and squeezing with a firmness he had only seen when he pulls the trigger. They weren’t even calloused like his, surprisingly smooth and soft, and he liked that, like really liked that. He wanted to feel them in other places, on his thighs, around his waist, his shoulders, wrapped around his neck…squeezing firmly…tighter and tighter until he couldn’t breathe. Fuck, just the thought of it was enough to make him nut on him and cover him in his cum, and watch it drip off those delicious abs of his. Fuck, he wanted to cum so badly. König noticed how desperate Ghost was getting, groaning and grunting against his ears, each sound sending a tingle straight to his dick. He was close too, the warmth in his core tightened and pulled harder and harder, so close to popping but never close enough, he needed something more, something to send both of them right over the edge, he just didn’t know what. He could hear him mumbling against his neck, nothing coherent but he could hear a needy tone in his voice, so sexy~. He gently grabbed Ghost’s face, making him look at him, his eyes were dark and stern but there was a shadow of pleasure and lust over them, he wanted to cum just looking at them, he could get lost in those hazel eyes as much as he’d let him, and it was those eyes that made him act on impulse.

He kissed him, well, not properly as they were still wearing their masks, but it was enough to feel the faint outline of his lips and the heat of his mouth through them and dear god did it feel good. Ghost’s eyes widened in surprise, he wasn’t expecting that, not a kiss, not something as…intimate as that. Sure, he was clashing swords with another man he had curled into a ball underneath him, moaning and sweating and breathing heavily under him, but a kiss? A kiss?? Ew. He couldn’t deny he did like it though, König’s lips felt so sure yet uncertain against his own, pressing firmly against him yet trembling ever so slightly, and it was that feeble drive of his that he loved so much. He came against him with a surprised grunt, his body shivering as the tremors of pleasure racked through his body. König came too at the sudden movement from him, moving the hand that was on his face to their cocks to stop them from spurting all over their clothes, the hot liquid coating his hands and waist in thick coats as he continued rutting against him. It took a while for their bodies to calm down, slight headache in both of them but otherwise exhausted and satisfied. Ghost gently let his legs down, watching the taller man sink to the floor, unable to hold his weight in the chair. He looked down at him, his hands and waist covered in both their cum, drenched in sweat and panting like a dog, it was a sight that drove him wild, that sparked more and more desire in him, and if he wasn’t careful he was going to devour that man right then and there. But he couldn’t, he shouldn’t, not yet, but soon.

König watched silently as Ghost grabbed tissues and wipes from the table, even if he wanted to speak up his voice wouldn’t let him, only allowing loud deep breaths and tired moans to leave his lips. He watched as Ghost gently cleaned him of their cum, scrubbing his palms and waist of the thick liquid, twitching and gasping slightly when he touched his sides but he didn’t seem to mind. He felt a bit embarrassed having him clean him up but happy at the same time, he thought he would make him leave as soon as they were done but here he was staying with him. Maybe he could use a bit more practice with aftercare but he couldn’t complain too much. They stayed silent as Ghost cleaned them both up and got him dressed, making him stand and making sure he looked presentable enough to leave. When he was done, König stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do with himself. Ghost sighed in annoyance and grabbed the edge of his mask, pulling him down to his level.

“Tell anyone about this and I’ll kill you.” He said in a cold tone, König nodded frantically, a bit sad at his command, but then he planted his lips against his, well, in the general area of where his lips were but it was close enough, making the colonel blush madly.

“But…if you ever feel the desires…come to me and I’ll take care of it,” he said with his lips brushing against his mouth.

Before he could even register what he said, he pushed König out of his room and slammed the door behind him. He stood out in the hallway confused, his heart pounding in his ears, he didn’t have time to think when he heard footsteps coming towards him. He panicked and speed-walked to his room, closing the door behind him. With his back pressed against it, he slid down the door, losing feeling in his legs. There was only one thought that ran through his mind as he sat on the floor. 

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...that in itself is a really long list but it's moreso a matter of if I'll smut it even if I know it. Like for instance, I would write smut of Venom, DBH and BNHA because I know of them and like them enough to actually write smut but in the same instance I wouldn't write smut of any Pokemon characters because I don't know them enough of or certain horror game/movie characters because they freak me the fuck out.

That being said I'm horny enough to get dicked by Jason, not sure why but I just want to put that out there.

Yk, what I hope?

Reader = they/them with dick (as requested by Mamba)

The distant chirping of crickets outside their window slowly woke them from their short nap, they wiped their eyes as they slowly came to and looked at the time. They’ve been asleep for about an hour, that should’ve been enough time by now. They stood up from their desk and stretched their back, hearing many pops from their spine and sighing with relief. They walked towards their room, hearing loud panting and tired grunts from inside and a smirk fell twitched at their lips, they almost forgot…

“Hey, Baby!” They pushed their bedroom door open and smiled even wider at the sight on the bed. Their boyfriend, Bakugo, the hotheaded Bomberman of today’s hero age, was tied up in the most provocative way. Legs tied bent and apart, arms bounded behind his back and a gag stuffed his mouth, all the while delicate lace traced his frame and one piece of the fabric tied tightly around his dripping cock. A vibrator snug in his ass, they could hear the dull, buried muffled from the door and honestly they had forgotten they had set it that high in the first place. He was mad, his eyes wild and teeth gnawing at the ball gag between them, body sweating profusely but kept cool thanks to the countless fans they had set at either side of the bed. Can’t have him blasting his way out of his pretty little restraints too early now, can we?

“Oh come on, don’t look at me like that.”

They sauntered over to the foot of the bed, eyes glued to his entrance where the massive vibrator was still going and his ass practically dripping with pleasure, his blush growing darker the closer they came to him. They giggled softly as ran their hands up his thighs slowly, kneading into his defined muscles and gliding across his slick skin with ease. Bakugo squirmed under them as their hands travelled higher, pressing into his hips and waist, gliding up his stomach and chest before finally resting along his jaw. He looked so mad as they were now lying fully against him, their clothes and skin felt cool compared to his and gave him shivers that racked through his entire body, and he could also feel the crotch of theirs press against his own, causing him to twitch and throb more than before with the added weight and new arousal.

“Look at you, so cute when you’re not being an ass.”

He was still trying to get out of the restraints but they were far too tight for him to move around, he could feel the material digging into his flesh as he writhed to get any leeway but with little success. They kissed at the stubble of hair along his jaw as their fingers lightly traced his neck upwards, tangling themselves in his hair and giving it a gentle tug as they forced his head upwards. They then started to nibble at his neck, smiling at the sensation of his raspy breaths under their lips, he started to calm down as they tugged his hair harder, his neck now more vulnerable to their loving kisses and bites that ravished his skin. His body, though his mind was still a bit mad, slowly trembled out of his fit of anger to that of pleasure, his breathing heavier and his eyes lidding. It was becoming so much easier for him to be a good boy when they knew his weaknesses.

Using their free hand, fingers slowly reached between them, nails dragging along the contours of his abdomen until they tugged their pants downward. Though it was almost unnoticeable, almost, a soft whine seeped from his mouth as their now unclothed cock made contact with his own, the contrasting cool to his heated member made a shiver erupt from deep in his spine.

“Mmm, you feel so good against me, Baby.”

Bakugo gasped sharply as they grabbed both his and their cocks, a firm squeeze that made him hiss, they moved their hips against his, gentle rut that moved their cocks against each other in a fluid motion, a pace that made him grind his teeth. He was anxious, eager for this built up pleasure to burst inside him, he had been tied up for who knows how long without a good, back-breaking end and he felt like he was going to pop and the gentle movements of his lover against him were not helping. His teeth would into the gag deeper, his legs trembling and quivering at their sides, his heart felt like it was going to jump out of his chest and his stomach tying itself into knots. A deep moan slipped from his mouth as the pace became slightly quicker, a smile playing on their lips to hear him so clearly, they bit on his collarbone sharply, sucking and biting on the spot before moving to the other side. Bakugo whined, attacking one of his sweet spots in such a manner was usually followed by yelling but they were very grateful for the gag for all they could hear were his moans. Such sweet, beautiful moans.

The hand around them squeezed tighter as their pace quickened once again, his breathing was becoming bated, short and hot, his eyes squeezed tight as a wave of pleasure was gradually washing over his entire body. They could feel it, the constant hard twitches of his cock against theirs, a needy pulse within their fingers. His body began to seize up, muscles stiffening under them almost as if they were being pushed off but they kept their weight on him, in fact, the rutting became more intense as their teeth dug into his chest, a moan leaving them as they edge him on further. Bakugo couldn’t hold out much longer, his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest and his body was becoming lighter and lighter, his head dizzy and eyes rolling to the back of his head. Oh, here it comes.

His body that they adored, usually so strong and resilient, quivered and shook like a leaf against the wind as the wave of pleasure finally crashed down on him, driving him over the edge his body trembled against them. He bit down on the gag especially hard as his eyes rolled upwards, they were unrelenting, their hand unceasing and their hips still moving. His cock pulsed and throbbed in a quick but steady rhythm yet no there was no cum from his member to speak of, for a moment they both had forgotten about the pretty little piece of material around his still throbbing cock. They finally let go of his chest, a nice beautiful hickey marked his skin like the spots on a Dalmatian, though it looked more like a bruise at this point, and slowly licked their way upwards to his lips. There were tears pricking at the corners of his eyes though it looked like he was fighting the urge, adorable.

“Aw, look at you, you look like you’re about to burst.” They giggled. They moved his legs so they were on opposite sides of their waist, hands teasing at the material as their own throbbing cock nudged against his entrance, another jolt of pleasure surged through his body.

I started this to see if I still had it before I opened my requests again, unfinished because I don’t know how to continue but I wanted to get it out there instead of deleting it. So while I’m working on requests right now enjoy this self-indulgent shit that I was working on for a while lol

Drake was surprised at how quickly he became accustomed to a certain entity living among his inner entrails, a parasite which he can only describe as an evolved tapeworm with hallucinogenic capabilities that was also rude, but nonetheless he was proud to be further involved in the experiment to make humanity great again, even if it meant chugging pounds and pounds of bitter chocolate and raw tater tots days on end. He would have to find an alternative for those some other time. He just wished this particular symbiote wasn't so...hungry all the time. He fed it often, of course, there were some days where they were just spent eating and he wouldn't get any work done, but the damn thing seemed like it wanted to purposefully gorge itself on food that contrasted heavily with Drake's normal diet, and it was frustrating.

The echoing ticks of the clock resonated tocks within his mind as his fingers idly tacked at keyboard keys and eyes glancing at highlighted paragraphs, red-highlighted sentences and obvious marks to indicate something was wrong. To think, he hired the best in the world yet they still made ridiculous mistakes, he knows they know better yet they still did this. And the spelling errors, they were the worst. You would think that with all the PhDs these scientists had they would know how to spell ‘experiment’. He groaned unknowingly, mumbling something about thesis papers and something smelling like bubblegum, he hated bubblegum. But then he felt a rumble, one that deeply disturbed him, so much that his fingers actually stopped their relentless tacking against worn keys smudged with use and hints of aged wine. His eyes glanced down as the rumbling ensued, it was odd, it felt like a storm was brewing in his stomach yet it wasn’t his stomach, it burned and twisted his guts in a complicated knot but it wasn’t his stomach to feel this pain. It was the symbiote, again.

“Feed Us.” It spoke, for the twelfth time today. A deep rumbling that itched the back of his skull like a disturbed beehive.

Drake groaned, the burning, bubbling feeling intensified, causing what he can only describe as intense heartburn, something he only experienced with this blessed yet godforsaken symbiote. He didn’t mind the eating, that is something he can handle, but the bubbling, it made him feel like a hot pot on the verge of bursting. And that voice, that damned, sexy, demonically deep voice that ached his brain to the point he could feel it throb and pulse inside his skull, it made him feel like it could take him over with a single utter of a syllable, but Drake was strong, he had to be if his experiment were to be successful.

"I'll feed you later, I have work to do."

He throat felt dry and he felt a stab in his side as he talked back to the symbiote. It was demanding and hated when he talked back but it hated not being fed even more. The rumbling became more consistent, tearing into his insides like a hot knife, making him clutch and rub at his abdomen, the bubbling becoming worse.

"Feed Us, Carlton. Or We'll make a meal out of You." It growled.

Drake wasn't bothered by the fact that it was constantly threatening him to feed it but he hated when it called him by his first name, it didn't sound right rolling off its tongue. He took a deep breath, attempting to restart the mindless tacking from before but the voice was becoming more aggressive and the rumbling worsened so much he felt like he couldn’t breathe. Drake forced himself to breathe even though he felt like he was suffocating, loosening his tie, beads of sweat forming on his brow, the pain spreading to his chest and back, and the voice echoing in his mind like a stereo at full blast lost in a sewer pipe. He felt dizzy as he kicked his chair away from the desk, vision blurring and hands shaking, a rough sensation coarse on his skin as goosebumps rose in an uncomfortable state. The hairs on his neck stood on end as the strange feeling shifted to his chest and not a moment too soon, faster than he could think his own name, an unfamiliar maw bore its dagger-like teeth before his eyes, startling him so much he yelped in surprise and kicked his chair back again but this time tilting it to two legs and falling ungracefully to the ground.

The voice laughed and the sensation seeped from his stomach. He gasped, air reaching his lungs in what felt like forever, hand still clutching his chest as he attempted to sit up. But there was a growl, an inhuman growl that didn't sound like anything he's ever heard before. It was then he noticed his presence wasn't the only thing in the room. With his gaze low, he could see the paws of something much larger than him standing before his feet, the color of ash with pulsating veins under thick skin. His eyes trailed upwards, following the monstrously thick thighs, and sculpted abdomen and chest, until he met with the slanted and curved eyes of the creature that ejected itself from his body. It was in the shape of a man but he couldn't help but feel a sickening predatory air as it stared at him, like a gazelle in the eyes of a lion. And that smile, oh the menacing grin that gripped his jaw made his stomach coil. He could hear his heart strum in his ears a panicked tune as the creature came closer, twitchy movements and drooling jaw evident as it smiled unnaturally wider than its face would allow it. It had no smell on its body nor did it's breath as it came face to face with him but Drake could feel his own breath stutter in his lungs.

"We told You to feed Us, Carlton," a large clawed hand gripped his jaw tightly, a sharp pain throbbing in his teeth as he clawed at its wrist. It forced his head upwards, "and now, it's Lunchtime."

Drake couldn't see or feel when the sharp fangs and molars of the creature sunk into the flesh of his shoulder but he heard it, aggressive sucking noises and the sound of his clothes ripping under serrated enamel. The creature humming in content while he looked on in horror, the creature...was eating him? His own hands clawed at it, it's chest, its face, anywhere he could touch and therefore scratch, his voice lost in his throat as his lips mouth screams of agony and pain. The more he fought the more the creature would press against him, pinning him against the floor with no chance to escape he could feel his body becoming weak, the more blood it drank the more strength he lost to fight, his life slipping away at the jaws of the maleficent thing above him. But then the creature paused, as if just realising something that wasn’t there before, or wasn’t important, Drake gasped feeling the teeth slowly retract from his shoulder and the rough, tensile tongue stop lapping at his wound, using whatever strength he had to keep his lungs expanding and shrinking to keep him alive. The creature purred as it lapped the sweet red nectar from its glistening teeth and thin lips, contrasting heavily with its smoky grey skin and blank, white eyes that squinted in pleasure as what it caught in its mouth trickled down its throat. It glanced down at his shaky frame, noticing what was so odd that it made it stop, and it smirked.

“Are You serious?” the creature loomed over him again, hot breath patting against his skin, he could smell his blood in his laugh, and his body pressed against him once again, “We’ve barely touched You, Carlton, and You’re already like this.”

Drake didn’t know what it was talking about, he could barely keep his eyes open yet alone know what the fuck was going on, but it was when he felt his legs spread wider on someone else’s accord and a rough press between them that he realised it. Of all times.

“To think You were this kinky.”

Carlton couldn’t believe that this was happening, that his body could react to something so remotely far from endearing, that he of all people could fall victim so something so...so...menacing. The creature laughed seeing the imaginary cogwheels in his head turn trying to figure out what was going on, but it knew exactly why his body decided to betray his fear, he may not care for what goes on inside the scientist’s head but he does remember a few things. And this was gold. Drake tried to squirm out of his grasp as it tugged on his shirt, ripping it the rest of the way and revealing a slim and slightly built frame, speckled with fresh tasty blood and broken flesh, it licked its lips hungrily.

“Let g-go of me.” Drake tried his best to sound menacing but with his voice cracking it was hard to do so.

“Or what? Are You going to put Us back in the capsule? We’d like to see You try.”

It licked his face, its tongue felt like slimy sandpaper and burned like hot paper, purring at his taste. His arms felt like jelly as he tried to push against it, another gasp falling from his lips as it sucked on his wound, nudging itself against him and enticing the reaction between his legs even more. He could feel its skin ripple beneath his fingertips, the ashy flesh felt like leather and pulled skin and brought a disgusted shiver to his body but it didn’t stop his nails from digging into it with the intention of making it bleed. If it could bleed.

“You do know You can’t hurt Us right? If anything You’re just making Us more excited.”

It pulled at the belt of his pants until it snapped and the buckle rolled on the floor, then tugged his pants with ease and ripping that as well. The reaction caused him to twitch in the cold air while a muffled gasped was bit back by teethed lips. The creature laughed.

“If You want Us to release You so badly then why is Your Little Friend so happy to see Us?” It stroked its thumb along the underside of his shaft, eliciting a shiver from below, filling its pride, “And stop with that ‘it’ bullshit. He, she, them, We don’t care, Riot never cared. But We are not an ‘it’.” It- er, HE growled.

Drake could feel a whimper rise in his throat as the creature wrapped his fingers around his shaft, a quick pace as he stroked the length of his member with a vice grip, he can’t remember the last time someone touched him there let alone handle him so forcefully it felt like he would pull it off. He didn't like how rough his palms were or how callous his fingers felt against his sensitive skin as he roughly pumped but he didn't not like it on a whole. As mentioned before, it has been a while and right now his body was reacting so deliciously to the creature's actions that he wasn't sure if he didn't want this. Well, the creature knew he wanted it, even if he didn't need it, and honestly, he looked so tasty right now that the anger he felt earlier for not feeding him felt like a fleeting dream. He leaned over, licking the base of his stomach all the way up to his neck until his tongue circled around his cheek, causing a shiver to rack through his body. His tongue dragged against the wound again, the bleeding had slowed just enough that he wouldn't pass out from blood loss but the creature kept it running for his own amusement. Drake shivered feeling the tongue reconnect with the open wound, he grimaced at how nasty it felt against the teeth marks, like running slime over a paper cut, maybe it was the lack of blood or the hand squeezing and pumping his cock in odd rhythms but he wasn't feeling that fear anymore, well at least not as strongly as before, only dangerous euphoria that came from doing something you're not supposed to do. But why did it feel so good?

Drake felt his legs quiver on either side of the symbiote's waist, chest heaving in irregular breaths, a warm feeling started to spread from his inner thighs, travelling through his spine and outward to his fingertips and toes. He may not have done this in a long time but he remembers what pleasure feels like in his body, the one giving him pleasure was the one factor he didn't count for. He pressed himself against him again, he could feel his crotch press against his ass as the hand moved faster around his cock, a tingling sensation deep in his ass growing the harder he humped into him. He whimpered, a bubbly sensation that made him feel like he was floating was spreading throughout his body. However, Riot felt this very sensation as well, knowing exactly what was about to happen, but he was an asshole. Riot stopped his movements abruptly, so suddenly that Drake actually whined in surprise, his cock twitching and dripping with precum already. He slowly pulled off of his wound, a wet smack echoing in the room as thick trails of drool and blood reached between his thin lips, teeth and Drake’s shoulder before breaking apart when he moved too far away. Drake panted hard, his body felt hot and needy, he wanted that release that he was denied so badly but was too proud to ask the inky behemoth that smiled above, licking his cheek once more and growling at his taste. Riot grabbed his face and squeezed firmly, holding Drake still as he made him look him in the eyes.

“If You want to get off so badly, then just ask and We’ll help You.”

It felt like he was taunting him, reading his thoughts and saying exactly what Drake doesn’t want to hear, force him to do something he doesn’t want to do, especially if his pride was on the line. Drake shook his head from side to side the best he could, the hand clamping his jaw tighter.

“Push that pride aside and tell Us what You want Carlton. We're giving You a choice, either You tell Us what You want or We eat You right now, slowly and painfully. Is Your pride really too valuable for You to get a good fuck, Litle Carlton?”

Riot licked his neck once again, teeth just barely grazing unbroken skin, grinding his crotch against his ass and causing Drake’s breath to hitch in his throat. Drake moaned unwittingly, a needy gasp slipping from his lips before he could regain his senses. Surely this wasn't the only option, right? He could find a way to get out of this mess without having to do something like that to something who very obviously benefitted both ways, he should, but it grew more and more difficult to think with the grinding and growling against his ear. And it felt like his body was being consumed by the creature as his limbs were being covered by the inky mass like he was taking over his body. The free hand of the creature clawed at his clothes, ripping the expensive fabric as it trailed down his body, tearing his pants the rest of the way and throwing the discarded fabric over his shoulder. He purred as he cupped his ass in his palm, fingers dangerously close to his dripping entrance that twitched in need of some form of stimulated touch, Drake could feel himself slipping, his core aching and burning, his head hazy, he couldn’t stand it anymore.

Riot heard him mutter under his breath, “What was that? We can’t hear You.”

Drake suddenly wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him downward, lips just barely grazing against leathery skin as he tried desperately to get his words out.

“Fuck...me, dammit.” Riot grinned madly, those words felt like music to his ears.

Drake gasped as he felt himself being flipped and his face pushed into the cold floor, bringing a shiver up his spine. He could feel the creature morphing into his lower half, making his skin black and sticky, all the way to his lower back. Without the pants, he could feel the residue drip down the inside of his legs and press against his ass like tight black spandex, tightening around every inch of skin and flesh it could find. He felt something press against his entrance, something blunt and somehow heavy as Riot leaned over him. He wasn’t sure which was more terrifying, seeing the maw of the creature just out the corner of his eye with teeth glinting magnificently in the little light in the room, the paws of said creature clearly larger than his and digging into the tile floor or the fact that the thing that was prodding his ass was gradually getting bigger. Only one of these things was truly exciting though. He could feel the rumbling purr setting a dangerous massage in his back, so soothing yet so nerve-racking at the same time. The prodding only became more prominent the more the purring unsued, lulling him into a false sense of security when he knows for damn sure that he wasn’t going to be gentle.

“We sure hope you can hold all of Us, Carlton.” It felt more antagonizing than out of worry.