#zodyl typhon x reader

[katsukikitten]

A bath with your stoic boss, Zodyl Typhon

Steam rises higher in the small space, fogging the window as it lingers just overhead. Like a cloud too lazy to ascend further, threatening to blanket the two bodies in the room in an extra layer of extended warmth.

Soft splashing sounds, echo around the cracked titled room, met with a deep sigh as you sink further into the murky hot water. Billions and trillions of bubbles float on the surface in clusters forming their own constellations and dense galaxies like the dark sky overhead. Fading just as quickly as their counterparts.

Eyes slipping closed, water more noisy now as you dip your shoulders under the near boiling water, bare feet planted on the cool tile for relief. You nearly miss his foot falls from all the sloshing, nearly miss the soft click of the door shutting once more but you don't need to open your eyes to know who looms over you.

Still you let him have his moment of observation, keeping your eyes shut as your body is hidden by the water and soap.

“Care to join me Zody?” A purr of a question, his dark gaze flickering to your face to see it unchanged, unbothered. Lashes still kissing pretty cheeks that he knows will be warm to the touch if he lets his cold knuckles pass over them.

Another long moment, your heartbeats dancing around the other in a slow manner. Eyes lazily fluttering open to see him still dressed.

“Aw come on we came all this way.” Water splashes over the old edge as you move roughly, a waterfall of sound as droplets desperately fall back to the group.

The bubbling constellations change further from your turbulence.

“I'm fine.” Bored, heavy gaze holding your mischievous eyes he's come to like. How they twinkle now, even in the low light, watching your pupils dilate as if you're catching prey.

He fights a smile on his lips. Stands tall and still as your damp hands with sharp claws dance over his clothed body. How you make a joke out of his belt, undoing it with fluid motions of one hand while the other taps at his shoes in a demanding bid that he rid himself of them.

He obeys, only behind closed doors, when the moon hangs high and the world lies low.

Only you.

Although he cannot allow you to know that, smokey gem eyes fixated on you as you undo the buttons of his shirt. Your hands smoothing back up the bare skin of his chest before they stop just at the apex of his shoulders.

His hand cups the curve of your skull, staring into each other's eyes for a moment before you ease the jacket off of his shoulders.

Because it always came off last.

You know this, know his routine and how he works.

How he showers quickly, never apart from the well worn jacket for more than a few moments although you can understand why. You had heard the rumors, that a jinki of this caliber was taxing, that if it was removed for long it was debilitating. Pain that would shoot and radiate into every fiber and cell of his being as if the treasure was begging to be put back on.

Whispered it.

Demanded it.

But you'd never know. He keeps you away from it. Not from paranoia, you're the closest to Zodyl than the rest of the raiders, you know this even if he doesn't say.

Although it can be obvious to the those around you. He lets you get away with murder.

Let's you come and go as you please, allows you to be your own moving piece if you so choose to be a component on his board. Let's bring him jinki the same way a stray cat drops kills into their owners lap. Let's you whine, brat, and berate the raiders when they fail. Scolding him for not using you for a task, unable to help his smile as he keeps the secret that success wasn't what he was aiming for. Always tutting a low, deep and even sound.

“Every piece has its purpose.”

Allows your arms to slip under his own, to press your cheek to his chest as he placates you. Strong arms wrapping around your sturdy frame but never allowing the jacket to touch you for long. Never allowing it to hum its sweet nothings into your ear, never allow it to slide up your very capable arms and wreck the chaos it so desires.

But most importantly he allows this.

Touch, closeness.

For your steady hands to push the powerful, ancient fabric down toned muscle, to lay it across the sink gently. Giving it a gentle pet, cooing down at the jacket as you promise the two won't be parted long.

Smiling at Zodyl, motioning with your fingers to follow as you walk backwards, careful to watch his features as you beckon him.

No sign of pain, no twitch of his lips, or lids. No tremors like that of a withdrawal, nothing but his usual stoic cadence as steps closer.

Guiding him into the tub, pulling him down until his back is pressed against your chest as he hisses from the heat of the water.

His hair is still wet from his own shower, icy as it drops on to your heated skin. Nails quick to take over his scalp as he settles into your hold.

“It's scalding.”

“Mmhmm.” You hum back with delight, moving your hands to his shoulders to press him tighter against you. He sighs deeply, barely registers the pain that engulfs him, the buzzing that dulls in his bones and falls to a deaf mind.

Washed over by the burning water, more so by your soft skin. Tender breasts against his toned back, small hands gently pressed to his sternum as thick thighs lock around his waist.

After a few moments of your fingers circling his skin, his eyes slip shut.

“See, a hot bath does you good.” Pressing your lips to his throat before you hook your chin over his shoulder, “Like medicine for the heart and soul.”

Glancing out of the corner of his eye to see your deadly cat smile making him chuckle softly. Watching you sideways for a long moment before he presses his lip to your temple.

“I think it's more than the water.”

[cosmicstunt]

(all will be written for eventually)

[osapril]

GACHIAKUTA ONE-SHOTS

ZODYL

Ah, my head... I feel... woozy..

Your forehead throbbed. You clutched onto it trying to minimize the feeling, but to no avail. In front of you stood a trash beast, which had seemed to take the form of a squirrel. The body appeared to be like stained glass. It circled around you, stopping for a few moments to analyze you.

What is this...?

You fell on to the ground, holding yourself up on one knee. The squirrels body shimmered as the light reflected on it. On its chest appeared to be a heart shape.

"Whats wrong with this beast?"

(Name) dug their hands into the ground, gripping the dirt. There sight beginning to blur.

"Interesting."

A voice? I don't recognize it.

(Name) looks up to see someone. The person covered themselves with a cloak, making it hard to discern them, even more so due to their vision fading.

"Who are you?" You asked, trying to pick yourself up.

"..." the person remained silent.

"Look, you shouldn't be here. It's dangerous. There are trash beasts around." You informed.

"..."

The person walks past you. Due to your vision they just appear to be a blob. Though it is hard to make out, you see them crouched down beside you. Light shines into your eyes, you realized they are next to the trash beast.

"H, hey. I said it's dangerous!" You proclaimed, but they didn't listen.

The person picked up the small beast, letting it sit in the palm of their hand.

"This is dangerous? I'm surprised, its so small." They spoke.

Embarrassment washes over you. Such a small beast put you in such a predicament. You took a deep breath and pushed yourself up, seating yourself. Your eyes pan as you look at your surroundings. You face the person who's holding the beast. You quickly tried to grab it from them, hoping to finish it off. Instead, that person pulls away.

"What are you doing?" You asked, shocked by their sudden move.

The person stands up. They open their cloak which revealed a coat under it. They put the trash beast in a pocket inside the coat.

"Hey! Excuse me-!"

"Have you ever been drunk before?" They asked.

"What kind of question is that?" You replied, bewildered by the sudden question.

"It seems like my experiment wasn't successful."

"What?"

The person removed their cloak, revealing themselves, it was a man. He had a still expression on his face, one that seemed like he was just observing.

"What do you mean by experiment?" You asked them.

The person looks you up and down. "This trash beast was supposed to put the person it comes into contact with into a drunken state. After, it should have slowly rendered you incapable of doing anything, and then eventually taking your life."

Your eyes widened in shock.

That trash beast wasn't a normal one. It looked different from the others, but I never would have thought...

"You made it..." You mumbled in disbelief, "Why would you create such a thing?"

"Curiosity."

"Well, curiosity killed the cat!" Regaining your stance, you lunged forward at him. You took out your Jinki, a lock. You threw it at him, aiming at his torso and over the arms. They didn't move as you attacked.

The lock expanded, ringing around his body before finally clipping shut. The lock shrinks and tightens on his body. The weight of the lock pulls him to the ground.

You pulled out a key and slowly marched towards him, the key getting larger as you approached.

Stopping in front of him, you knelt down to his level.

"Who are you? What do you want?" You asked, glaring at him.

The person gave their name, "Zodyl." They abstained from answering more.

Instead, his curiosity loomed over your Jinki.

"What does it do?" He asked.

"What does what do?" You noticed he was looking at your Jinki, "Why would I tell you?"

"..." the man looked at you again. Shockingly, though restrained, he still had room to move. He reached into his inner pocket again. Thinking he was going to bring the beast out, you jumped back, letting the gap widen between you.

Anticipating what it was going to be, you wore your full face mask. Sweat dripped down your face, you breath hitching waiting for it to come.

He pulls out a sandwich.

"A sandwich?" The words escaped your mouth as you were caught dumbfounded.

"Your Jinki intrigues me, though I know nothing of it." He said, "Though I want to see more. My experiment is done."

A black smoke like substance floods out his coat. It dawns on you that they're a giver. He effortlessly pushes his body out.

"Cthoni." He calls.

A manhole appear behind him in his shadow. He steps into it and starts to sink down.

"Stop right there!" You try to run forward and stop them, but you were too far.

A he slowly descended, he slightly turns to look at you again. His expression remained the same, with a subtle change making it softer.

"I look forward to using you again." He said, before fully lowering into the hole and disappearing.

"Darn it!" You yelled. You squirmed around, filled with woe by their escape.

"He took out a sandwich, didn't even offer to share."

[kingkatsuki]

This is a very very tentative Kinktober brainstorm. I'm gonna try for 13 fics this year cause I've done it like 3/4 years now and I'm yet to finish one.

BUT instead of Kinktober, I am proposing Cucktober.

Each fic will be a threesome/moresome and will either include someone being cucked or just raunchy threesome (or both). All x Reader.

These are subject to change, but if you have any ideas for pairings I haven't thought of or anything you'd rather see over the ones I've listed please let me know (I LOVE rare pairs!) Or if you think this is a terrible idea and you’d rather have just one character x reader pairings you can let me know too and I’ll switch it up!

AND the important part. If there are any kinks you want to see please let me know too and specify for which character(s) because I've only decided a handful so far.

Jou Togame & Choji Tomiya (wind breaker)

Haruka Sakura & Ren Kaji (wind breaker)

Enjin & Tamsy Caines (gachiakuta)

Tsubakino Tasuku & Seiryu Sakaki & Uryu Sakaki (wind breaker)

Sanemi Shinazugawa & Iguro Obanai & Mitsuri Kanroji (demon slayer)

Katsuki Bakugou & Yo Shindou (mha)

Toge Inumaki & Kokichi Muta (jjk)

Chihiro Rokuhira & Togo Shiba (kagurabachi)

Chihiro Rokuhira & Hakuri Sazanami (kagurabachi)

Hakuri Sazanami & Togo Shiba (kagurabachi)

Rensuke Kunigami & Ryusei Shidou (blue lock)

Oliver Aiku & Shuto Sendou (blue lock)

Eita Otoya & Oliver Aiku (blue lock)

Enjin & Zodyl Typhon (gachiakuta)

Rayne Ames & ?????? (mashle)

Kaji Ren & Natori Shingo (wind breaker)

Haruka Sakura & Kyotaro Sugishita (wind breaker)

Hajime Umemiya & Tsubakino Tasuku (wind breaker)

Hajime Umemiya & Chika Takiishi & Yamato Endo (wind breaker)

Enjin & Griss Rubion (gachiakuta)

Enjin & Griss Rubion & Follo Tunito (gachiakuta)

Enjin & Arkha Corvus (gachiakuta)

Jabber Wonger & Tamsy Caines (gachiakuta)

Mash Burnedad & Rayne Ames (mashle)

Oliver Aiku & Rensuke Kunigami (blue lock)

Oliver Aiku & Ryusei Shidou (blue lock)

Katsuki Bakugou & Enji Todoroki (mha)

Genya Shinazugawa & Sanemi Shinazugawa (demon slayer)

Chobei Aza & Toma Aza (hell’s paradise)

Giyuu Tomioka & Sanemi Shinazugawa (demon slayer)

[katsukikitten]

Being a brat doesn't always pay off and especially not when it earns the ire of your cruel boss.

Warnings: Masturbation, slapping (cunt and cheek), choking.

"Come. Sit." He commands gesturing to his bed and you hesitate for a moment.

Normally if he pulled you into his room suddenly, away from all the other raiders, it meant you were in trouble.

Big trouble.

Each and every time you took it too far, were too much of a brat, he'd grab you by your chin or jaw. Growl his displeasure into your ear before biting out a deadly, "Behave."

Same as he did moments before his hand was at your ribs, pressing you tightly to him as he left the room of his underlings without so much as a dismissal.

Bringing you calmly, steadily, back to his room.

His dark eyes flicker back up to you and when you don't move he runs a broad palm through his stormy toned hair.

"Undress."

"W-wait. I-" You stammer, making your way to the bed to sit now but his tone makes you freeze.

"Undress." Even more deadly than before, coming closer to crowd your space, tilting your chin up to look at him, "You didn't want to behave before so you will now. Undress."

Reluctantly you grab at the hem of your shirt, fisting the fabric and he moves just enough to give you space. You pull it up and over your head revealing a lacy bra before your fingers hook into the waist band of your shorts, pushing them down to your ankles before you step out to reveal a matching pair of underwear.

He says nothing, holds out his hand and you gently touch your fingers to his, twirling you so that he can see every inch of you before he lets go. Before he sits in the chair that faces the bed, not even bothering to remove his jinki.

"Go on." Slowly you reach behind you to unclasp your bra, full cups falling away from your supple tits, desperately holding the fabric to shield you as long as you can without him losing patience. Finally letting the straps fall down your arms to your wrists and before you can discard it to the floor his hand is out again.

Gently you press the lace into his rough hand while he holds eye contact with you. You think that is more uncomfortable, that he can hold your gaze with such a hungry look in his eyes without letting them fall to your bare chest. Claws hooking into your underwear and pushing them down slowly, pressing them into his expecting hand taking a step back.

He tells you what he wants with his deadly look, following his eyes to the bed before you sit on the edge of it.

"Lie down."

"Zo, please."

"Lie. Down."

You obey, scooting back so that you could lie down comfortably on top of his thread bare comforter. He gives you a moment to adjust, waits for you to do the next step that you know comes with this punishment and when you don't he leans forward. Large palms on your knees as he forces your legs apart roughly so he can see your pretty cunt. Leaning back when you keep your legs open for him before he rests his chin on his hand, bored gaze sliding into your sensitive skin.

"Touch yourself."

"Zo-"

"If you make me repeat myself one more time, Princess, this punishment is going to be so much worse."

Pouting furiously as you look at him, frustrated tears already coming to your eyes as your right hand travels down your body, fingers gliding through your glistening folds and already your arousal can be heard.

Sticky and wet, embarrassing that when he tolls out punishments to the other vandals his voice soaks your panties, how even now as he commands you your cunt drools for him like pavlov's dogs.

Spreading yourself open, following down your fluttering cunt back up to your sensitive bud a few times before you begin to tease yourself. Slow rough circles trying to imagine they were his fingers instead.

You hated pleasing yourself, it felt good and you always came so, so quickly and hard but it never felt like you were satisfied. Your fingers are not long enough, not thick enough, to stretch and explore your tight cunt. Pawing at your breast is not nearly rough enough, good enough to get you there but still you desperately try to imitate.

"Faster." Monotone as if unamused as his slow blinking eyes watch your fingers speed up, watch your cunt clench around nothing and hear that pretty voice cry out.

You're close, he can tell, he's watched you cum hundreds of times by now and he's become an expert at reading your tell tale signs.

The coil in your stomach tightens, threatens to snap, legs falling slack and opening wider as your hips buck into your hand.

"Stop." Your hand moves from your pulsing cunt with a cry, grabbing handfuls of your inner thigh as you whine. It's an uncomfortable ache deep within you as you pant.

"Continue. Same pace." Quickly and roughly, pathetically rubbing over your clit, loud moans and the sound of your pretty pussy echoing back to you. Thighs shaking as you arch your back, close you're so close. "Stop."

You just barely pull your hand away in time, still edging yourself but thankfully not ruining your orgasm. He doesn't even give you a moment to rest.

"Again." Slow blinking, head still resting on his hand, "Stop."

A garbled moan leaves your throat, ignoring his command as you plead with him.

"I can't. Zo, I-I-I can't." Hand having a mind of its own as you chase your high greedily, uncaring of the consequences until your small wrist is pulled away from your cunt roughly. Slamming your head back with a desperate whine while tears fall down your cheeks.

"You are a bad listener aren't you Princess." His voice is even but his eyes, god damn his dark eyes cut into you with a fury. He slaps your cunt harshly and you yelp.

"No, no Zo, I'm a good listener."

"Are you lying?" Another stinging slap to your pussy that makes your eyes roll, "Let's see how well you can actually listen."

He shoves two thick digits into your velvet heat, clenching around him pathetically and when he angles his fingers just right you dig your heels into the old mattress to keep from bucking into his palm wildly.

He leans over you, lips to your ear and his scent engulfs you. Well worn leather, warm sun, and a hint of musk that makes you squirm.

"Don't cum until I say so, nod if you understand Princess."

You nod quickly and almost miss the press of his lips to the skin behind your ear before he pulls away. Free hand grabbing at your throat roughly, starving your brain of oxygen before he sets a brutal pace with his soaked digits.

He doesn't smile or smirk, not even a tilt to his lips as he hovers over you fully clothed. Hardly seems fazed by your moans or the squelching of your pretty, tight cunt. How your arousal soaks his palm and stains his sheets, how he purposely misses that spongy spot inside you only to press firmly when does aim for it. Dead gaze as he watches you fist the sheets, clawing desperately to both be closer and further away from him at the same time. Making you take shallow, shaky breaths from how he controls your air flow, tears of embarrassment in your eyes that you're so desperate to cum, so desperate for him and he acts as if this was nothing.

"Why are you crying?" It's rhetorical and it's not as if he lets up on his grip on your throat so you can answer, "You seem to really like this."

He makes emphasis of it, shoving aiming to hit that spot within you over and over. Seeing stars as the coil starts to snap, your body starting to shake before your hands move from the sheets to cling to his forearm within reach.

"Please. Please please please please. Zodel, sir please I'll be good." Clawing at his arm desperately, drawing blood in your frenzy.

"Now you address me as sir? Now you want to behave?" He hums, tone making your cunt clench around him, making you moan and when you're about to cum he lets go of your throat.

A resounding clap is heard before you can register the sting on your cheek, looking up at him with big sad eyes, it does little to make your pleasure subside.

"Don't you dare cum." He growls, you nod that you understand, gently tapping your stinging cheek with his fingers in silent praise.

He keeps his deadly pace, bringing his thumb to brush over your sensitive clit cruelly. Slowly applying more and more pleasure while his free hand cradles your jaw. Watching you struggle to focus as your eyes flutter from how good he's making you feel, fucking his fingers into you with such delicious force he's making the bed shake.

"Do you want to cum Princess?" You nod roughly at his question.

"I do. I do."

"Are you going to keep being a brat?" You shake your head no furiously, his thumb increases pressure and speed on your clit while you choke out a cry. His hand smooths over your jaw and down your throat to cup it gently, squeezing tighter and tighter the closer you get, "Are you lying?"

You shake your head no again but he chuckles darkly in response, he knows the real answer to those questions.

"Look me in my eyes." Blinking furiously as you force yourself to focus on his sharp dark eyes, your cunt clenches around him. You feel hot, so so hot, stomach and thighs burning from how you tense them.

"Good girl. Now cum for me."

His praise is enough to send you over the edge, legs snapping shut around him as he fucks you through your high. Head falling back into the pillows and your muffled moan is further swallowed up when he finally reaches down to kiss you. Tongue sliding over yours while your cunt milks his thick fingers desperately. He slows his pace but still takes the time to overstimulate you just a bit without riling you up into another mind numbing orgasm.

He lies down beside you and before he can even remove his fingers you're hiding your face in his chest. He wipes your sticky arousal on his sheets before he pulls you closer, covers you with his oversized duster jacket and presses a feather light kiss to your forehead.

Fisting his shirt as you tremble, trying to bite back a choked sob. He runs his hand along your back and it only encourages more tears. Brought too high only to fall back to the Abyss crashing and burning. It didn't help that you thought he got nothing from this other than the sadistic pleasure of watching you, a feral temperamental thing, melt in his hands with little to no effort.

"Did you touch the Heavens?" His low comforting purr comes at your ear.

"I always touch the Heavens when I'm with you." It comes out soft and barely audible past your sharp intakes of breath.

"Sneaking past the Watchman the first time but not the second, hmm?" He coos softly, acknowledging that you were dropping hard and fast. He wasn't very good at emotions, sure as hell not comfort. He couldn't remember the last time he felt his own heart beat before he met you.

You're about to express exactly why you're upset, that you don't think he's really all that into you. How he can play with you or experiment on you like anyone else until he pulls you closer, until he hooks his leg on yours and you can feel his hardness of his thick cock pressing into the softness of your thigh.

"So you do like me?" You pull away just enough to look him in his eyes and he searches yours before he realizes what you mean. Playfully grinds himself on your softness before he's pulling you back to him. Lips at your ear as his voice turns darker.

"If I didn't like that you were an ornery, disobetiant brat, I would have fed you to the trash beast a long time ago, Princess."

Anyone else would have taken that as a deadly threat, as a reminder that Zodel should not be crossed and yet you don't. You take it for what it is because you seem to be the only one who understands him. Wrapping your arms around him, burring your face into his throat as you hum cutely, unknowingly make his chest squeeze tightly.

Because you don't take it as an idle threat, you take it for what it is.

A confession.

[cosmicstunt]

inbox is open for enjin, zodyl, zanka, gris, jabber, august and tamsy x reader requests because I can’t think of anything to write. no yandere or smut requests please.