Reena

18+ | MDNI

[phlegmaticreena]

About me !

Hi, I'm Reena!

In my 20's & female

A reader for a while but I decided to start posting myself

Will mostly just be posting drabbles and thoughts that have trashed my notes app

I don't know how to use tumblr that well so forgive me ^^

Minors do not interact!

This blog will contain:

NSFW / sexual content, dark fics, dead dove.

I'll try to give content warnings but there will be times some stuff just isn't tagged properly.

Please view this blog at your own discretion!

[lunariyan]

Just a scratch

[tojisno1g00ner]

tw: overstimulation, femdom, slight piss kink, not proofread

imagine playing with him to the point where his body’s covered with his cum. mind as blank at his balls. you’ve got him all tied up, wrist twisting around his shaft to force his limp dick to harden. he’s numb to the pleasure yet it burns every time you cruelly rub your palm against his sensitive cockhead, red and pulsing from abuse.

he’s begging for sweet mercy—crying even, all teary eyed and twitchy body. “please, please, please—no more! i’ll die if you keep going!”

you laugh at how desperate he is, it’s so so cute it makes you want to make him cum all over again. so you gently kiss the slippery top of his dick, his hips jerking backwards from the lightest stimulation. oh, how you bet you could make his eyes go criss-cross simply by blowing at his slick-glazed cockhead.

but you won’t let him go that easily. your tongue slips out from your hungry lips, spit dripping and sliding down his length, earning more whines from him. you could hear the fear laced under his tone, further rousing the ache between your wet thighs.

“you can’t touch me yet—not now!” awww, you cooed, puckered lips slurping up the saliva slipping along his throbbing length. your eyes don’t leave his blush-dusted face. how could you? he looks prettier than ever gritting his teeth, eyebrows all tilted up and absentmindedly drooling all over himself. a lewd fucking mess.

your tongue lolls out, licking a long stripe over the flaring red—almost purple tip of his. it’s so soft you could almost taste his sensitivity when you wrap your mouth around it whole, ignoring the way he’s crying and throwing his hips back. the tip of your tongue edges at his salty slit, flicking and prying the little glans.

he’s abandoned pleading for you to stop—instead, he’s surrendered into you and chanting your name like it’s his lifeline. his whole body jerks so hard you almost think he’s having a seizure, your lips popping off him—right before a pale-yellow line shoots out of his cock.

his back arches, eyes white and face frozen in overwhelming pleasure and pain. he’s pissing all over himself from the mere intensity of the orgasm—and oddly enough, you find it hot as fuck.

jjk: yuuta, gojo, choso, inumaki, megumi, itadori mha: amajiki, shigaraki, midoriya, twice, kaminari hq: bokuto, kenma, yamaguchi, hinata, suna tokyo revengers: takemichi, chifuyu, kazutora, sanzu, shinichiro demon slayer: zenitsu, obanai, akaza, knb: kuroko, kise, tatsuya, murasakibara

[phlegmaticreena]

“You look good handling that gun, knight.”

Sub!Lohen x Dom!GN!Reader, NSFW, masochist!Lohen, gun play, gun sucking, biting, light choking

Wednesday, you were scheduled to test the new line of guns along with scopes sent over from Fontaine. Tasked with ensuring the new firearms work properly, you head to the shooting range where several other knights are on standby.

A crate is soon dropped off near you, and after receiving instructions on how to handle them, you get to work. It takes some time to get used to the weight of it in your hand, but you soon get the hang of it, shooting dummy balloons one after the other.

As you pick up a new gun and focus your aim, you notice… pink? You try to adjust your eyes, rubbing them, and even use a handkerchief on the glass of the scope, but it doesn’t go away.

Just as you’re about to lift your head to find the problem, you watch the pink bubble pop with a loud noise.

“You look good handling that gun.” Lohen peeks down the front sight of your rifle.

“Lo—Vice Captain?!” you gasp in surprise before glaring at him.

Lohen doesn’t flinch and just lets out a hearty laugh, making his amusement known not just to you, but to the other knights at the shooting range, much to your frustration.

“Don’t look at me like that, knight.” Lohen smirks. The title of ‘knight’ weighs heavy on your mind, you know he would’ve called you by your nickname if you weren’t working right now.

“You’re kinda hot when you’re mad, y’know?” It leaves his lips as a whisper meant only for you. Apparently, flirting is more acceptable than calling you an affectionate nickname, but whatever. You roll your eyes at him.

“Come meet me at my quarters tonight.” The hand on your shoulder slips away as Lohen does, humming as he approaches another set of knights, no doubt to also terrify them.

You barely register his words before shaking them off, deciding to focus on your work, hoping the hours pass by faster.

After a shower and dinner, you find your way to Lohen’s front door, unlocking it with the spare key he gave you when your relationship got more serious.

“Boo!”

Two hands land on either side of your shoulders. You jump, and irritation follows soon after your surprise.

“Lohen!”

He laughs, a little less loudly and less performatively than before. There’s that distinct heat and hunger in his voice. Lohen watches you rub at your shoulder where he startled you.

“Still mad?”

“Maybe.”

“Good.” His smile softens but that glint of excitement doesn’t leave his eyes. “I like seeing you like this.”

You roll your eyes. “You just like getting on my nerves.”

“That too,” he lets out a huff of a laugh.

Silence befalls you two, comfortable rather than awkward. Lohen seems to want something, just picking out the words in his mind to ensure he doesn’t scare you off. You have always told him he can just say what was on his mind and that you will accept him either way. And he would always shake his head, a small smile covering a hint of uncertainty.

He steps closer, burying his face in your collarbone, inhaling your scent. A scarred hand moving a strand of hair away from your face.

“Been thinking about you all day,” he murmurs. “Watching you with that rifle didn’t help.”

His eyes twinkle at the sight of his gun in his holster, hand snaking down to pull it out. You can barely see what’s happening due to his muted teal hair clouding your vision. He pulls away from your chest, but stays close enough to feel your warmth. A cold, metal feeling lands in the palm of your hands; calloused ones raising it up to your field of vision. It’s Lohen’s gun.

“Show me?” he looks at you as if pleading, the burgundy tint in his eyes glowing.

“Don’t be afraid, Bunny.” He flips the gun over, showing you the cylinders are empty and the safety is on. He pushes the gun back to your palms before you engulf the handle with your fingers.

With a click, the barrel of the gun is pressed against his forehead. Lohen flinches slightly before smiling. You take a few steps forward and he takes a few steps back, following your rhythm. The back of his knees hit the bed, and with a small push on his chest, he falls down on the, sitting up right.

You drag the cold barrel of his gun on his face, contrasting the heat building up between you. It rubs against his lips, and as you nudge at him, Lohen obediently opens his mouth, allowing the metal to enter the hot, wet cave of his mouth.

Lohen leans into it, bobbing his head as wet saliva runs down his chin and his teeth clank against the metal. He is so eager, acting as if his life is on the line if he doesn’t please you.

“You’ll gladly take anything I give you, huh?”

He nods, his head moving closer to the gun until you can see a slight outline of it in his throat. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, slightly constricting against the black leather choker around his neck.

“Filthy… Disgusting…” you whisper under your breath, rubbing the tip of the gun on his tongue. Lohen swallows as if he wants to devour your words and make it a part of his being.

His head becomes dizzy, struggling to breathe as he chokes on the gun.  You take it out slowly, allowing him to catch his breath. The glow from the lantern illuminates his swollen, cherry colored lips glistening with the gloss of his spit. Dear Archons, he looks so good with hair disheveled, panting to catch his breath, chest heaving, and fuck—

You toss the gun somewhere on the bed, causing the mattress to dip. Another weight adds onto the bed as you plant your knees on either side of Lohen’s lap, your lips catching his in a hungry kiss. Your tongue swipes across the drool that was left on his bottom lip before sinking your teeth. Lohen moans into your mouth, savoring your taste and the metallic flavor of either the blood or the metal— he doesn’t know anymore nor does he care.

Hands press against his toned stomach, feeling him through the thin white fabric. Your fingers fumbling the button of his dress shirt, forcing the garment open.

Lohen’s scarred hand tangles in your hair, pulling you harder into the kiss. His other hand anchoring himself on the bed due to the sheer force of your movement.

You trail kisses down his neck, his jaw, and when you land on his neck, you bite down hard. Lohen lets out a shaky breath neighboring a groan. His hand lands on your hips, massaging as if to encourage you further.

“Use me…” he breathes heavily in your ear. “Use me however you please.”

a/n: I'll get to writing full smut one day LOL, that day is just not today :P

[phlegmaticreena]

More sub Lohen PLEEASSEEUGHH omg I ❤️ my wife

I'm glad you liked my drabble!! I'm currently writing another draft rn LOL. Something about sub Lohen and guns *gasp* oooo

[darealsubreposter]

Pussyslapping this pussyslapping that.... where's the dick slapping? #realtalk like okay let's say Lohen disobeyed your orders and you're slapping his cock and making him count to 10 but he fucks up on purpose and then cums from it so you overstimulate him and tell him how pathetic and desperate he is? Whole time he's trying to give you lip but you stop stroking and slap it again? Okay so maybe slapping Naoya's cock and using the inumaki cursed technique to keep him still? In fact while we're on that using the cursed technique to force choso to cum and then making him get hard again and slapping it a little because he was caught humping a pillow? Now what?

[akamigi]

"no need. I already patched myself up, see?"

[phlegmaticreena]

"Yours to break."

Sub!Lohen x Dom!GN!Reader, NSFW, masochist!Lohen, sadist!reader, sadomasochism, worshipping

Lohen has been pushing your buttons all day, teasing you, making snide remarks—“flirting,” he calls it. You swore to yourself that you’d get back at him, punishing him for his bad behavior because, clearly, that’s what he’s asking for.

That’s how you found yourself with Lohen on his knees in front of you. Not a single ounce of guilt on his face, as noted by the same devious smile he wore the entire day.

“What do you have in store for me?” Lohen asks, excitement buzzing in every word.

You narrow your eyes at him, keeping your mouth shut. Instead of telling him, why not show him?

SLAP.

A strike hits Lohen’s face, pushing it to the side, bangs hiding his expression. Then you hear him chuckle.

“Oh, god. What did I do to deserve you?” His eyes find yours with an indescribable hunger, worshipping you.

Another slap, then another, and another.

Lohen doesn’t even have time to react, but his body tells on itself. The tent in his pants twitches at every strike to his red, swollen face. His fists remain clenched, nails digging into his palm, not daring to move a single inch.

After a particularly nasty smack to his face, your fingers bunch up in his hair, pulling him up to look at you. And there it is again—that devilish smile. He will always find your sadism exhilarating, to the point of giving you reasons to earn it.

“No one understands me like you do,” Lohen says in a tone that would make you believe it was from a follower worshipping their God, in a way that would never make you believe it was said in a situation where he was getting slapped—if it weren’t for the fact that Lohen was the one who said it.

You let go of your grasp. Lohen’s knees hit the floor and you swear you could see a flash of enjoyment. Of course, he would like it.

Gloved hands reach for yours as Lohen brings your palm to his cheeks, rubbing against it like a dog would to its owner.

“I’m yours… Yours to keep… Yours to own… Yours to break.”

a/n: First drabble done yippieee!! Criticism is welcome. Just pls don't crucify me LOL