Synopsis: Nationally recognized criminal, Hayami Kizumi is known for her incredible wits and deadly skill sets. While committing over a dozen crimes including murder, assassinations, identity theft, arson, and robberies under her father’s direct orders, she’s become the unfortunate subject of his hunger for power and abuse. Hayami’s father, destructive and merciless underground boss, Kizumi, acknowledging his daughter’s incredible talents, as well as the fear, power, and wealth she can attain him. Using her, Kizumi wishes to comprise the nations deadliest team consisting of two individuals: Hayami Kizumi and Toji Fushiguro. Tasking his prideful daughter with attaining the assistance of another notorious, yet lazy, criminal, Kizumi can attain the title of the deadliest and richest criminal in Tokyo’s history. However, what will occur when Hayami no longer wishes to be ‘Kizumi’s personal guard dog?’ Does she choose to follow her father’s orders or make herself a duo in an indestructible pair not set on wealth, fame, or power; but revenge itself?
Requested By: @spirit0fstars
Original Character Created By: @spirit0fstars
“Our team is hunting a main suspect who possesses a tendency to utilize his or her skills to their full capacity. From the scene and it’s eight homicides, agents acknowledge that we are fighting an experienced thief and a genius killing machine. Though they left the scene terribly messy while completing the crimes, they were skilled enough not to leave any form of a trace. Though one would hate to admit, they possess a sheer talent to perform any act to fulfill a crime.”
Camera’s attempting to capture the live press conference muffled the sound of the next question asked by a local reporter, “Will these individuals strike again?”
“Possibly. Police officers are presently stationed outside of all banks across the nation.”
“Agent, do you believe this team is working closely or conspiring with members of the Japanese underground mobs?”
“As of now, my team can predict a relation, but no evidence suggests a relationship. All I can reveal is that the evidence left is being thoroughly evaluated repeatedly. We hope to find any trace of evidence relating to anyone or anything. Specifically, we are searching for a primary suspect who has strategically brought together a team to achieve this robbery. It consist of an excellent hacker talented within the field of breaking security and an emotionless killer, female, who is ruthless. My team predicts that there were two individuals on scene, at least three others were assisting from a base.”
As the conference interrupted into a chaotic mess of individuals speaking over each other, the bald agent pointed at a tall blonde man. “Kento, what is your question?”
“How do you expect society to help you find the suspects?”
“Yes, thank you.” The man adjusted his tie and leaned down to the microphone again. “You all could be a great help. Serious leads can be reported to your local law enforcement officers. Reports will be conducted and given to my agency. With your helpful assistance, a reward will be given. Crucial details to the crime begin at 5,000. More can be achieved by providing other crucial information.”
“Thank you, agent Laki.”
The small television was suddenly turned off as the tall dark-haired man sitting across from me peered up from his black-brimmed hat to connect my dark eyes with his own.
“You got caught,” The older man muttered frustrated with my work. Waiting for a response to escape my lips, he began tapping his fingers impatiently, one-by-one the black table contributing to the dead silence surrounding us.
Tearing my black eyes away from his own, I responded attempting to defend my crime, “Police caught no one. They are looking for suspects; do you understand English? How could anyone know it’s me. Typical criminals chose to rob banks in Tokyo every day.”
My heart nearly stopped as the sudden sound of the man’s fist was heard slamming on the table. I stared into his dark eyes as he spit into my face while harsh words poured from his mouth.
“Hayami, I am your father. You will listen and serve me and my wishes. Is this understood?” Not responding, I just chose to stare at his worn, yet fearsome expression.
Grabbing into the collar of my shirt, he harshly repeated himself. “UNDERSTOOD?”
Immediately, I nodded as my shirt began to cut into the back of my neck. I felt his fingers begin to wrap around my throat. Slowly, his fingers squeezed tighter and tighter causing my airway to close. His hold strengthened with each word he spoke.
“I gave you a fucking job. A job with ONE responsibility; don’t get caught. What do you do? You make national fucking news.”
I gasped for an ounce of fresh air as I looked at his wrist. Seeing my face begin to turn a different color, he began to chuckle and study my pleading expression. I could see each vein descending from his rubbery skin. His muscles were extremely defined; he was giving it his all. Apart of me was scared, believing he wanted to stab his fingers straight through my neck.
As he released his grip, I breathed in air. Immediately, I tore my gaze away from his own as tears began to erupt in my eyes. Once I caught my breath, I began explaining myself.
“Father, please,” I begged. He smiled wickedly as I continued to breathe heavily attempting to speak.
“How am I supposed to keep everyone silent if I am robbing one of the largest banks of Tokyo by myself? I am the person who accessed the security cameras to replace the film and manipulate the time. I am the person who single-handedly disabled over ten alarms. I am the individual who held the gun and the person who shot every teller; head shots. I drove the getaway car and I brought home over half of a million dollars.” I yelled towards my own flesh-and-blood clearly frustrated with his harsh reaction.
Not surprisingly, my father had turned around and laughed.
“You are supposed to be a professional.” He spoke. “However, you failed,” he said rising from his seat.
Staring down at my cowering figure, my father slowly walked to my side of the table standing directly behind my figure. Keeping my guard, I closely listened to his movements, and as much as I hated to admit it; I listened for my next orders.
Leaning down into my right ear, he began to whisper to me.
“Find Fushiguro. Obviously, you can’t do anything right; you always need help. I’ll get you talented help. If you can’t learn to be ruthless, someone will have to do it for you,” He spit.
“I WAS ALON-”
My screaming was immediately cut off as my father grabbed a fist full of my slick-back ponytail nearly ripping it off of my head to connect our eyes behind me.
“YOU’RE PATHEDIC. THERE ARE NO EXCUSES.”
I swallowed the spit forming inside of my mouth trying not to reveal any form of emotion. Despite my efforts, within moments a soft tear fell from my right eye sliding down my cheek. He watched it fall. Chuckling, he released the tight grip he obtained on my hair. After releasing me, he pushed my head towards the table. A piece of paper was slammed in front of me with a distinct list of places and people Fushiguro has been seen going to and talking with. I picked up the paper and heard my father deeply breathing in my ear again.
“If you push him away, I’ll have your head; daughter or not. You have a direct order from me, complete it if you know what is good for you.”
Hearing his footsteps leave the room, I turned around and watched as the heavy door closed behind him. Looking at the paper again, not being able to control my emotions, I crumpled it into a ball and threw it at the door.
I knew I needed help, but no man could have done this better than me. Nothing was such an ego blow as much as my father calling in someone as low-minded, disrespectful, and delerious as Toji Fushiguro himself. Though talented in the field of killing, he was a menace to society: all of society, besides himself.
“Fuck you.” I muttered kicking his chair into the table causing the leg to snap. Opening the door, I ran through my father’s large home out the front gate. I immediately got into my car and began to drive.
My first stop: The Kyogi Gambling Center.
Entering the newly established casino, I became surrounded by a multitude of individuals. Several rich old men watched my movements entranced by a proper woman. Young men were betting their families lifesavings. They appeared entranced within shiny screens; nothing could infringe on their focus. Women pranced around in short dresses skirts serving drinks or hoping to gain another dollar. Looking around at the scene, I quickly became disgusted. It was appalling how obsessed individuals could become addicted to losing money in the hopes of gaining it back.
Looking to my left and right, I thought to myself, ‘where would a middle-aged man go in hopes to gain a lot, but not have any money?’
Reverting my attention to the large spiral staircase, I noticed the outside of a jujutsu ring. A herd of screams and cheers could be heard from men. I smirked to myself.
Bingo.
Going up the stairs, a crowd of male-eyes watched my every-move as I quickly scanned over the metal stands packed full of men. Choosing to stand in a vacant small corner, I looked towards the ring not choosing to divert my gaze. I needed to convince others that I wasn’t watching for a man. Instead, I wanted to watch men rip each other apart. Once I noticed that the men’s attention dwindled, my eyes scanned the crowd.
Red hair.
Blonde.
Pink hair with distinct facial tattoos.
White hair with black glasses. Wait- damn, he’s hot. Woah, who is his friend with the long black hair?
Okay, focus...
As my eyes darted across the bleachers filled with men, tucked into a deserted corner, I knew I found Fushiguro himself. His dark black hair shined under the dim light, his dark eyes carefully watched the scene ahead, and his leisured posture gave his identity away. His full lips held a toothpick between them as the worm wrapped around his shoulders and broad chest began to move slowly. Chosing not to tear his eyes away from the fist flying within the ring, he sighed and lazily placed his head in his right hand.
Sighing and realizing I needed his help; I entered the hallway headed towards the other end of the room. Walking around the last set of bleachers, I looked up to see Toji still sitting in the same position with the same bored expression residing on his face. Climbing up, I darted towards the corner and sat down two seats away from the black-haired male.
His head, once in his hands, now perked up. He kept staring at the ring, but I noticed he appeared on guard due to my presence.
“Who is your bet on?” I asked without reverting my eyes from the ring. Even though I never stared at him, he knew exactly who I was talking to.
“Blonde. He doesn’t appear to be winning though.” He sighed disappointed.
Without continuing the small conversation, I watched his movements from the corner of my eye until I became shocked by his next words:
“Hayami Kizumi, what do you want with me?” He asked.
My eyes widened. How did he know who I was? I gulped without further displaying any form of nervousness. I wanted to get straight to the point, but my mind couldn’t help but ask a few questions.
“How do you know who I am?” I questioned.
“Any good criminal knows who you are. In fact, you’re the one we avoid. You’re ‘Kizuki’s personal guard dog;’ who isn’t terrified of the Underground leader’s own daughter?”
Feeling my blood begin to boil, I clenched my fists. Feel angered, I huffed at the agitating phrase I’ve heard over and over, “person guard dog.” Was that all I was known for?
“Fuck Kizuki.”
“You shouldn’t talk about your father like that.” He joked.
Fushiguro continued to watch the fight closely as the blonde unconsciously flew to the other end of the ring. Miraculously still standing, the battered and bruised man was barely hanging on to his consciousness while the other contender continued to throw punches that were filled with an anger and a desire to win.
“Why are you here? I know you wouldn’t come here for fun.” He asked. Just from his question, I could tell Fushiguro knew enough about me. Most individuals don’t even know what I look like.
“Toji Fushiguro, I wa- need something from you.” I spoke.
“Need? Hm, that’s different.” He spoke out of shock before continuing. “Hayami Kizumi, what could you possibly want with someone like me?”
I paused for a second unsure of how to ask for help. I’ve never pleaded to anyone, much less any form of competition when I was the highest and most successful criminal in the nation.
Then I thought to myself, ‘Yes, I am the greatest criminal, but yet I continue to succumb to my father’s abuse. I sit here choosing to follow his pathetic orders. Am I truly the nation’s most powerful criminal, or am I just a guard dog?’
“Help,” I whispered.
Suddenly, Fushiguro’s face appeared blank. He no longer gave any attention to the beating occurring in front of us, instead his focus was on the words that escaped my mouth. Shifting himself, his dark eyes reverted to my own. I turned my head and connected our dark eyes together. His expression, shocked, could have sketched its way into my mind forever. His eyes never left my own as my fingers started to shake from nervousness.
“Toji Fushiguro, I want your help executing my plan to kill my father.”
With the return of Attack on Titan, did you notice that the men hit different? Yeah, me too. Just imagine getting a taste of these guys in the bedroom:
Eren Jeager
1. Swallow; don’t spit.
If there is one rule that Eren had to require in the bedroom, it would be no spitting. You’re only swallowing when it comes to Eren Jeager’s cum.
When you attended Jean’s small get-together, you never imagined yourself at the mercy of Eren Jeager on Jean’s bed. What began as light flirting quickly turned dirty; so dirty that your styled hair was deeply entangled in Eren’s large fingers as he guided your willing mouth to fulfill his pleasure.
“You’re such a good little cock sucker.”
Eren praised you as he trapped himself in a trance looking into your big eyes. He could fall in love with your wild gaze that refused to leave his own as your throat closed around him tighter and tighter.
Starting to witness your delicate face turning red, Eren, unfortunately, pulled your mouth away from his pulsing cock. He was mesmerized by the line of saliva that connected your tongue to the part of his body that already missed the warmth of your throat.
Leaning down to your ear, Eren gripped your hair tighter pulling you close. When his soft lips touched the tip of your ear, you fought to beg him for more. Instead, you gasped for air missing the desperate way your body succumbed to his every need.
“To think the throat of such an innocent woman is this good. I had to pull you off before I busted in your little mouth.”
Eren nearly gasped when he heard a soft whimper escape your mouth saying, “please.”
“Please?” He repeated.
Locking your eyes together, your orbs held a pleading look as you begged the long-haired man with the little amount of air you managed to capture in your lungs.
“Please, I want to swallow your cum, ‘Ren. I need to taste you.”
Knowing he had finally had you hooked, Eren satisfyingly responded, “As you wish, baby.”
Nearly two minutes flew by as you savored Eren’s cock attempting to make the toxic man blow a huge load into your mouth. As Eren proceeded to move you head back and forth on his dick; you continued to suck deeper and deeper.
As a single tear began to escape from your eye, Eren’s legs began to twitch. Adjusting his tough grip on the back of your head, he slammed his cock to the back of your throat feeling you begin to gag. Quickly, you felt him spill a load of his thick and sticky cum into your throat.
You swallowed.
Once.
Twice.
You gasped the third time as a few drops of cum escaped your mouth. Eren watched as the drops danged from your full lips and dropped onto Jean’s dark comforter. Chuckling, Eren forcefully pulled your face up to his own.
“Swallow, don’t spit.”
“Sorry, baby. I’ll do better next time.”
“Oh, I know you will. Open up, baby. Show me how much you want to be my little whore. Try again.”
2. Doggy Style
Eren loves being deep inside of your body. The deepest position to hit your cervix is doggy style. He won’t hesitate to throw your body on its knees and make his hips connect with your plump cheeks because the position has grown to become his guilty pleasure.
If there was one position Eren would call his favorite, it would be seeing your body flipped over waiting on your hands and knees to be fucked anywhere Eren will chose.
Tonight, Eren knew that he wanted to feel your pussy clench around him as he drilled inside of your cunt; pushing you closer and closer to your final goal: your fifth orgasm of the night.
As the bed shook violently beneath your sweaty bodies, Eren couldn’t help but watch as his veiny hands grabbed onto your hips as he repeatedly slammed your ass back onto his pelvis. Beneath your cries of pleasure, he could hear the clap of your skin hitting together; music to his own ears. According to the selfish titan shifter, nothing sounded better than the joining of your bodies.
You gasped over and over again as your cunt contracted several times around his cum-covered cock giving Eren what he calls, “the greatest feeling of his life.”
“Please, ‘Ren; harder; deeper.” You pathetically begged as if you had a choice of what the man above you would be doing to your submissive body. Each time you had sex, Eren already determined how he was going to wreck your body, but tonight he pushed over the edge; you asked to be torn apart.
Growling, Eren’s arm reached up. He wrapped his right hand around your throat from behind. As the circulation to your throat was cut off, your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. When you began desperately gasping for air, Eren pounded into your cunt the deepest he has ever been inside of your pussy.
“You asked for this, you little slut. You asked to have this pussy fucked; didn’t you?” Eren demanded an answer. However, no words escaped your drooling mouth; nothing could. The pleasure Eren forced your body to withstand overdrew every thought in your head. You could hear nothing; only feel the throbbing of his cock against your gushing walls.
Suddenly Eren stopped his vicious assault on your cunt. Trying to find the words to plead him to continue, you looked back as he gripped onto your neck harder.
“Answer me.”
Gulping, you managed to speak a quiet, “Yes, baby.”
Armin Arlert
1. Eye Contact
Armin Arlert is known to be the sweetest man on the face of the globe. Time after time Armin praises your features declaring you, “the most beautiful woman on Earth.” One of your greatest features is your eyes. Thats why when Armin hovers over your body giving you the ultimate amount of pleasure, he enjoys seeing how he’s breaking and pushing against your walls.
Hovering above your shaking figure, Armin cannot help but study your body as he thrust in and out of your hungry pussy. The way your breast bounce each time his cock reaches your cervix and the way legs shake from overstimulation always drives him wild.
Stopping his thrust, your eyes open wide. Lightly, you pout as you miss the feeling of Armin’s cock pushing its way inside of your cunt. Noticing your disappointed reaction, Armin chooses to take a moment to lift his hand to your face. Slowly, his thumb traces the outline of your plump lips as his stare doesn’t drift away from your eyes. Leaning down to your ear delicately touching his soft lips to your lobe, Armin smiles and whispers, “You’re such a pretty angel, but even angels are sinners.”
Pulling out, Armin harshly trusts back inside of your pussy causing your head to throw back from the sheer pleasure you adored too much. Stopping again, you lifted your head to make eye-contact with the teasing blonde yet again.
“Please, don’t stop.” You begged, acknowledging you were too close to an intense orgasm to endure Armin’s cruel teasing episodes.
The blonde chuckled before muttering, “Then don’t let your eyes leave mine.”
2. Lingerie
To Armin, there is nothing more beautiful than your body adorned in the finest lace and silk that only his eyes are permitted to see. As soon as Armin sees you wrapped in some gorgeous lingerie, he can’t help but fuck you in it.
Seeing your lovely figure wrapped in an adorable pink and black lingerie set was one image Armin could never forget. The way the colored lace adorned on your delicate skin until it ended was nothing short of the phrase “remarkable.”
Leaning down to your plump lips, he loved the way your soft skin felt against his own. He adored the feeling of his member pressed against your wet thong teasing you. Lovingly, Armin’s slender fingers danced across your skin praising each cell he touched. Armin wanted to make you aware of your beauty, thus, he whispered something he considered vital; a key phrase you wanted to keep hearing every day of your life:
“You’re the most beautiful woman on Earth,” the mesmerized blonde spoke.
Looking into his deep blue eyes, Armin smashed your lips together and trailed his hand slowly down past your bellybutton.
Moaning against his soft lips, you gasped at the way Armin’s fingers lightly danced across your cunt perfectly. Just from your intimate sessions, you knew Armin was meant to be near you, inside of you, and beside you, forever.
Looking down, Armin tore his eyes away from yours to memorize your body’s twists and curves as the small sheer fabric still adorned your body. And though he craved to see the skin lying underneath, he remained perfectly content by staring at your body because he knew you were the most gorgeous woman in the world.
“Armin, baby.” You called softly. Your fiancé looked up at you and smiled.
“Yes, baby.”
“Wreck me; fuck me full of you.”
Your naughty command had Armin grinning ear-to-ear. Taking a handful of your pink panties and hovering your awaiting lips above his own, Armin answered, “You got it, baby.”
Immediately, you felt the fabric tear in two pieces. Staring down at your pelvis, you saw your underwear was shredded. Armin softly pulled away the undergarment from your body as he adjusts his position above you.
“Ready, baby?”
Jean Kirstein
1. Eating Pussy
Jean is such a selfless man; he’s always thinking of your needs first. Thus, whenever you’re ready to be taken to the bedroom, Jean’s first immediate thought is imaging himself burying his tongue deep within your pussy as you moan his name out of pure pleasure.
From your lips escaped a soft moan that caused Jean to look up from his position. Maintaining intense eye contact with you at the bottom of the bed, Jean cockily smirked into your wet cunt. The brown-haired sex addict managed to separate his cum-coated lips from your cunt to tease you.
“Such a pretty pussy baby. God, I’ve been craving a taste.” Jean muttered watching your face twist in pleasure as he slowly slides his fingers up and down your cunt spreading your pussy lips to see the inside of what he adores calling, “his.”
Spreading your legs as far as you could, you harshly knit your fingers into his brown hair. Teasingly, he slides his hands under your ass and begins to caress the inside of your thigh with his tongue. Slowly, for what felt like an entire year, he kissed his way towards your core until you could feel his warn breath on your pussy again.
“Please, baby.” You breathlessly begged for him to continue.
“Say it again, baby. Beg, you sound so fucking good when you cry like a baby.” Jean teased.
“Please, eat my pussy, Jean. Please.” You begged relentlessly.
Smiling like a kid of Christmas morning, Jean leaned down and allowed his tongue to caress your pussy, your clit, and your outer lips drawing from the wetness that desperately continued to leak out of you.
At his stimulation, you felt as if you had no power. Jean’s tongue was too talented for its own good. You were controlled by it’s sheer movement.
Up and down; round and round, slow and fast, as he french-kissed the place you needed him the most. He went faster, increasing his passion and even adding a finger pumping it in and out of your desperate body. He went faster and harder adding to the suspension until your cunt couldn’t control itself any longer. Clamping down on his long fingers, your legs began to shake from his tongue caressing your puffy clit.
Immediately feeling your release, Jean pulled away from your cunt smiling with your juices dripping down his chin.
“You taste so good, baby girl; time for the main event.”
2. Ride ‘um Cowgirl
Jean loves seeing your sex-craved eyes as you’re bouncing up and down on his dick desperately chasing your release. Just attempting to switch his gaze between your determined eyes, bouncing tits, and wet cunt swallowing his dick provides him with the greatest pleasure.
Your hips moved in perfect circles causing your boyfriend’s cock to sink in and out of your pussy as he stared intensely at your body, mesmerized. You were talented, that's for sure, and if Jean loved anything more than your heart, it was the way you could ride his cock. Thus, beneath your bouncing body became Jean’s favorite place to be.
“So fucking beautiful, princess.” Jean lightly muttered watching was his pulsing cock bury deep inside of you. Moaning, you threw your head back shooting a large smile to the stars as you sat yourself on his pelvis.
Looking through your messy hair, you looked into Jean’s big brown eyes and hovered closer to his mouth. Leaning into his ear, you whispered,
“You’ve come to adore this image; don’t you, baby?”
Jean’s eyes traced over your flawless body. Loving his line of vision, Jean bit his lip and gently caressed the skin residing over your waist and hips. He knew you were right. He loved his awaiting body underneath you more than he loved anything in the world. You gaining pleasure off of something he had to offer only you; there was nowhere else he’d rather be.
Seeing Jean nod, you smirked. You adored the control Jean allowed you to have over his lean body. Resting your hands on his abs, you pushed your body up so Jean’s hard cock nearly slipped out of your cunt. Biting your lip, you smiled as you intensely pounded down on your boyfriend yet again. Grunting, Jean knew he was in paradise.
Loving his reaction, you increased your pace faster and faster until the slightly submissive brown-haired man was nearly shaking from sheer pleasure. Watching his defined legs move uncontrollably, you chuckled.
Grabbing a handful of his hair, you forced Jean to look into your eyes impatiently demanding, “cum inside of me, handsome.”
Reiner Braun
1. Stomach Bulges
It is no secret that Reiner Braun has a size kink. Literally, everyone knows about it. Could you blame the man though? Reiner’s huge and he enjoys seeing his well-defined body make prints and indentations where they do not belong.
“Fuck, babygirl.” Reiner couldn’t help but loudly moan as he couldn’t manage to separate his drenched cock from the feel of your pussy walls tightly gripping him. He concentrated on nothing but the way your cunt perfectly engulfed every crevasse of your cunt, including your cervix.
“Y-Yes, Reiner. Just like that, baby.” You barely managed to breath out as you entangled your nimble fingers with his worn hands. Reiner grunted only fucking your cunt harder as your body began to wither beneath his own.
Realizing your body was too close to bursting; Reiner’s pace softened. He leaned down to your ear. Smiling against your lobe, Reiner’s voice raised goosebumps across your skin as he proceeded to ask,
“Where do you feel me, baby?” Reiner asked as if he was an innocent angel.
Acknowledging that you couldn’t utter a phrase through the moans escaping your mouth, you managed to trust one of your shaking arms. Harshly, you brought your entangled hands to your stomach and placed his palm over your belly.
Paying attention to your staggered movements, Reiner’s heart nearly stopped when he could feel his cock forming stomach bulges inside of your body.
“Do you love that baby?” Nodding, you tossed your head back onto Reiner’s shoulder and proceeded to beg your bulky boyfriend for more.
“Yes, please. Please fuck me, Reiner.”
“Anything for my angel.”
2. Titty Bouncing
Reiner loves a plump ass, but he’s ultimately a boob guy. He adores a nice pair of breasts and is not scared to admit his adoration towards your own. Thus, when Reiner has any opportunity, he won’t hesitate to place your awaiting body in a missionary position and watch your tits bounce to the rhythm of his trusts.
Staring down at your body excreting sheer pleasure, Reiner never felt more satisfied with himself. He was the reason why your mouth hung open as satisfied moaning-noises poured itself from your red lips. Your legs shook intensely as you approached your release, and your hands gripped the bedsheets. However, the best part (in Reiner’s opinion) were your plump breasts bouncing back and forth matching the rhythm of your lover’s heavy thrusts.
Reaching towards your chest with his right hand, Reiner’s palm fit perfectly around your breast. He held your chest roughly squeezing it between his fingers as it continued to bounce. Reiner’s grip caused you to gasp and open your eyes to look into your lover’s blue orbs.
Staring at your chest, Reiner spoke, “Who’s are these, baby?” He asked as if he didn’t know your answer.
“Y-yours,” you muttered through the series of moans that forced their way out of your lips. “All yours.”
“Who’s?” The blonde asked again gripping your other breast. Reiner moved his hands in circles twisting and turning your tits as he rubbed his thumbs over your nipples proceeding to pump his cock in and out of your cunt.
“REINER BRAUN’S” You yelled. Immediately, you could see the short-haired blonde’s satisfied grin growing. A light chuckle sounded throughout the dimly-lit bedroom as he slowed his assault on your cunt. You pouted from disappointment as Reiner’s thrusts slowed down.
Reiner suddenly released your tits from his grasp only to lean down. Looking into your eyes, Reiner’s mouth wrapped around your nipple licking the sensitive bud. Your back arched from pleasure as you indirectly begged Reiner to thrust inside your cunt again.
Separating his mouth from your breast, Reiner locked eyes as a devious smile spread across his face. Pulling complete out of your pussy, Reiner rammed his cock inside of your body hitting your cervix.
“REINER!” You screamed.
Satisfied with your loud and desperate tone, Reiner muttered, “say it again, princess.”
Levi Ackermann
1. Duct Tape
Having your whimpering body at his mercy is amazing, but having complete control over your “loud-ass mouth” is even better; Well, according to the captain himself.
You can clearly remember staring into Levi’s eyes as he applied the shiny black duct tape over your lips after bounding your hands together. He stared at you with a sense of lust and admiration lying within his dark eyes.
Typically, you weren’t the couple to get too crazy considering you both were busy everyday of your lives, but after sneaking a peak at Levi’s search history and discovering his wish to bound you, you couldn’t help but purchase a roll of duct tape and beg humanity’s strongest soldier to, “tie me up and fuck me like the whore I am.”
Who was Levi to deny your request?
Just ten minutes later, your wet cunt squeezed Levi’s hard member as he drilled himself into of your pussy at a fast pace. Though he couldn’t hear your sweet cries of pleasure, he was turned on by the way your encouragement spoke through your pussy. It begged to be fucked by sucking him in and out of your sopping gushy walls.
“Thats it, baby; you’re doing so good.”
Your muffled moans could be heard as he pounded into your cervix. You
could only throw your ass towards his hips waiting for his order to release your pent-up orgasm. Only then could he fill you to the brim and stay inside of your cunt to enjoy the warmth you will provide him.
“You’re such a good fucking girl when that filthy mouth of yours can’t speak a fucking word. What? Is this cock too much for you?” You shook your head hoping Levi wouldn’t stop only to lay your head on the bed. You didn’t have the strength inside of your body to hold your head up anymore.
Levi chuckled at your submissiveness as you pressed back against his hips again.
Raising his right hand, Levi laid a loud smack on your ass creating a red handprint. Your eyes widened. You thought your cunt couldn’t get any wetter, but you were nearly cumming because your Levi decided to smack your ass.
“Oh no, you’re not cumming, yet.”
2E. 2H. Threesomes with Erwin or Hange
Everyone believes Levi Ackermann is a greedy man, but I beg to differ. This man wouldn’t mind sharing your gorgeous body with his two closest friends that he knows have yearned to hear your pleasureful moans for years. Other people, yeah no.
“Stare at him.” Your vicious husband ordered.
Looking up through your innocent eyes, you stared at your commander meeting his baby blue pools. Slowly, the blonde trailed his tough hand through your hair and smiled down at you.
“Grab it, (y/n).” The commander ordered. Looking ahead of you, you stared at the massive cock dangling in front of your face just begging to be touched. Reaching out, you wrapped your nimble fingers around the large member only to hear your husband behind you chuckling.
To your surprise, you gasped as your husband rammed himself into your cunt in one fluid motion like pounding inside of your begging pussy was second nature. You continued to breathe hard as Levi began rocking harder and harder into you causing your hair to bounce and your face to repeatedly hit Erwin’s cock that still lied right in front of you.
“Fuck,” you muttered looking back to see your husband’s eyes watching you as you pumped the commander while be plowed from behind.
“Thats it, baby.” Levi muttered loving the view in front of him. Nothing looked better than you silently begging him. Seeing you look to his eyes, pleading him to rip you apart while the commander watches. Levi knew Erwin always loved you deep down, and showing him who owned your cunt was his plan. This was how Levi perfectly executed it; sharing you, but really only claiming you.
So excited you are updated!!!! Your writing is so good I can’t wait to read the AOT piece 🥺 and the jjk one too! I secretly hope it’s nanami but I will be happy with anything you post <3
You’re too sweet! Thank you for making me smile. I hate to tell you, but it is not Nanami, but a certain black-haired DILF who struggles with a gambling addiction… Got any ideas? Hope you’ll still look forward to the piece! 💕
Considering the first part of the final to Attack on Titan was released, I had to create a new piece (considering my headcanons were recieving a ton of love) from all of you. Thus, as a celebration and a thank you, I am releasing another piece tomorrow based upon a previous post...
The Attack on Titan piece will be released tomorrow at 12:00pm ET with 18+ twitter links embedded. Additionally, later next week a (long) commission will be released surrounding a character from Jujutsu Kaisen...
You know the Utgard Castle arc is so much fucking funnier the second time round because you get to realise that the horror on Reiner and bertoldts face isn't because they just saw a massive hairy titan, it's because they just saw their fucking boss come to do their mission for them because they took too long and now they're in deep shit.
just sending this to tell you that I'm the anon who requested the ranpo bf headcanons a long time ago lol!
don't worry about how long it took for you to write it, I swear to God it is worth all the waiting - it was so good and so well written, just like your other posts!
however, what surprised me the most, was the fact that I, as a ranpo kinnie, identified myself with at least 90% of all the hcs you wrote! like???? how did you manage to reach this level of accuracy? lmaooo
anyway, thank you for the headcanons, I genuinely appreciate your work! 🥰🖤
Hello,
I wanted to let you know that I felt terrible because Ranpo's headcanon's took F.O.R.E.V.E.R. However, (not to excuse my behavior), but I've never been busier. I constantly shift between three jobs being a nurse at night and in my first year of law school. Thus, I terrible when I published my headcanons late. When I published yours, I found thinking, "God, I hope they aren't going to hate my work."
However, I am so happy that you enjoyed reading my work. I put my best efforts into my work, especially when the headcanons take a lot of time to publish. I only try to produce the best work for my followers.
To answer your question regarding how I construct my headcanons to be "so accurate," my work is based upon the personality of the character themselves. I utilize a form of psychology. Typically, the person you feel attracted to has a (or several) form(s) of resemblance to yourself. Additionally, individuals feel the need to adapt to your desired person's personality depending upon what they lack. Sorry, that explanation was a little long, but I don't like to gatekeep my secrets.
Finally (haha), you're incredibly welcome! Thank you for your sweet comments. It was so nice to read. Again, I am incredibly thankful for your patience and kindness. I hope you see another message from you soon.
Not a request, just wanted to say that i absolutely love the way you characterized the guys in the boyfriend series, it was so so SO GOOD!!! It literally made my day <33
I’m beyond thankful that you enjoy my headcanons! It is extremely important that I hear sweet comments like yours. They make my heart smile.
If you ever need anything, do not hesitate to reach out and send me another message. I hope you continue to read and enjoy my work!
Hello Dear how are you ? 😸 i would like to know if you still writing the headcanon of Megumi Fushiguro please ? ❤️
Hello! I am… living. You know?
Just kidding, maybe.
I am still in the process of writing them! If you would appreciate a specific update, I have the SFW part completed (not edited) but have not started the NSFW category!
I don't know if anyone has asked before, but I was wondering if I can ask for headcanons of Ranpo Edogawa as a boyfriend? Btw, I wanted to say that you are one of my favorite writers on Tumblr and I just love reading the things you write! ♡
Whichever lovely person requested Ranpo, I wanted to thank you for your patience and kindness. Enjoy your headcanons. ♡
SFW
You’re too lucky: You have this “little” guy man, wrapped around your finger.
No, seriously. Ranpo’s in LOVE with you.
You met the sassy green-eyed detective when Kunikida encouraged you to join the Armed Detective Agency. Being assigned as Ranpo’s partner, you quickly became mesmerized by his “ability” to solve impossible crimes. When you expressed your admiration to Ranpo, he (cockily) replied, “I know.”
His heartless response nearly crushed your soul; however, when you utilized your ability to save him from death’s doorstep, courteous of Chuuya Nakahara, he discovered himself stranding with a bouquet of daisies on your doorstep.
He expressed, “No one’s ability ever impressed me; I often think my way out of things quickly, but I didn’t today. Though I have been nothing but mean and was never determined to put your safety first; you did me. Thus, it’s not your ability that impressed me, but your heart does.”
Good compliment, but it still hurt.
After his confession, Ranpo granted you permission to enter his “secret” snack locker.
Overtime, you noticed that you didn’t enter Ranpo’s locker for the free sweets, you simply enjoyed seeing the wide smile sticked to his face.
Asked you on a date via Candy Hearts on Valentine’s Day.
When you sat at your desk inside the ADA office after a long day, you looked down. On your desk, there was three candy hearts laid out that spelled:
You Me Date
From there, the rest is history:
Just kidding, when would I leave you hanging like that?
R.e.f.u.s.e.s to watch anything besides detective television series:
Ranpo’s favorite show is Scooby Doo. Once the guilty character appears on screen, Ranpo identifies them and begins explaining why they had the motive to commit a crime.
Asked you to dress up as Shaggy and Velma for Halloween.
Invited Atsushi to be Scooby Doo; he agreed.
Enjoys watching Buzzfeed Unsolved: True Crime
is ALWAYS snacking on popcorn when he’s watching television shows or movies.
As Ranpo is eating, he will stop chewing to comment upon what detectives are doing wrong. He will begin addressing them as “dummies,” “idiots,” and “goobers.”
As Ranpo gets angrier, he eats faster and rolls his eyes.
It’s kind of cute.
When Ranpo talks shit, ENCOURAGE him.
Though his comments can be rude; you cannot help but succumb to how A D O R A B L E Ranpo is when he’s frustrated.
“Can you believe that idiot? He couldn’t walk me home! Probably went to find another place to die. Well, good riddance.”
Lightly chuckling at his anger, you’ll respond, “Tell ‘um, babe.” “Fuck him.”
Filled with steam, Ranpo will say, “Yeah, fuck him!”
Gets F.U.R.I.O.U.S. when you put yourself in danger.
When you faced the Black Lizards alone, you returned beaten, bloodied, and battered. Despite refusing to leave your side or release your hand in the hospital, Ranpo REFUSED to TALK to YOU.
Since Ranpo has grown accustomed to your love, he doesn’t know what he would do without you. He HATES imagining the thought of you leaving him, even to something as uncontrollable as death.
Spell it with me: Ranpo is a S.P.O.I.L.E.D. B.R.A.T. and YOU instigate it.
You purchase Ranpo’s favorite sweets at the grocery store.
If Ranpo is tired, you ALWAYS allow him to lay his head on your lap as you play with his hair. Expect Ranpo to fall asleep quickly...
If Ranpo “requires” attention, he pretends to injure himself. He knows you’ll be running to comfort him within seconds.
Do not expect any public displays of affection. Only selective members of the ADA witness you holding hands once in a blue moon, but Ranpo enjoys keeping his relationship behind closed doors.
Doesn’t enjoy public dates - Ranpo prefers to stay bundled within the walls of your shared household.
Expect to bake a ton of sweets together, watch movies, cuddle, and plan picnics in your backyard.
Ranpo’s logic: Within the comfort of his own home, Ranpo doesn’t have to pretend to be someone else. He understands that you fell in love with him, not because he is the “perfect detective,” but your version of the “perfect man.”
The one time that Ranpo attempted to partake in a public date, he scheduled a cooking class. However, he quickly grew upset when he discovered the class concentrated on making actual food, not sweets or candy.
“This is a bunch of baloney, literally.”
Ranpo LOVES to go on long car rides.
Sorry, you’re driving.
You’ve developed a TERRIBLE habit of squeezing Ranpo’s cheeks in public.
Cue Ranpo glaring at you with the “are you serious” face.
P.E.T.N.A.M.E.S. G.A.L.O.R.E.
“Congratulations, cupcake! I’m so proud of you!”
“Thanks, sweetheart. Don’t forget to grab my icing at the store!”
Sometimes your relationship becomes strenuous because you’ll act like his mother:
You’ll wake Ranpo up to go to work in the morning.
He will ask you to do his laundry.
Begs you to make his plate when you cook dinner because he doesn’t want to get up from the couch.
Relies on you to clean the dishes.
A bit of a GASLIGHTER (but a playful version).
“It’s okay, baby. I’ll just walk by myself today.” Two seconds later you’ll hear him huff.
“You’re always at work. I could use some love! What does a guy have to do to get a kiss around here?”
“You’d be the prettiest woman in the world if you would come to bed.”
However, the benefits of being in love with Ranpo outweigh the costs:
His small romantic gestures make your heart GROW three sizes larger:
When Ranpo is walking to work with you, he picks random wildflowers, ties the bundle together with a string, and places them on your desk.
Composes tiny love letters and places them around the house for you to find.
“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“I thought you were always pretty cute... Sorry, forgot the ‘and.’”
Purchases items that remind him of you.
Purchases you gifts that remind him of himself.
“I got you this so you can always think of me no matter where you are!”
L.O.V.E.S. when you’re admired by society. Every person and their mother ADMIRES and ADORES you.
When you were being interviewed for capturing a wanted criminal, Ranpo was sitting (front-row seat) in the audience watching you with stars in his eyes.
In his head, he was shouting, “That’s my woman!”
Celebrates your success - When you complete a task for the ADA, you’ll arrive home to discover cupcakes waiting for you in the kitchen. When you look up from the counter, you’ll see Ranpo grinning with a handful of roses.
“I’M SO PROUD OF YOU, CUPCAKE!”
When you and Ranpo are not assigned to work together, Ranpo will arrive home, change into his fluffy pajamas, and gossip about his entire mission.
Usually, Ranpo will rant about the police. His stories always end in the sentence, “so I came in to save the day. Now everyone is fine, thanks to me.”
Yes, Ranpo; everyone is good, besides the man who was brutally murdered.
DEFENDS YOU AT ALL COST - If someone is talking about you, Ranpo never fails to stick up for you.
When Ranpo overheard Kunikida ranting about the way you chose to confront the Black Lizards, Ranpo’s sassy defensive attitude jumped into action:
“I’m starting to think you’re just jealous that she can beat all three of them, but you can’t even handle one person with a few bombs.”
Kunikida didn’t respond; he rolled his eyes and continued reading his emails.
Ranpo chuckled and muttered, “Thats what I thought. Keep their name out of your mouth.”
ALWAYS reminds you that you’re loved beyond words.
Ranpo knows you are living a difficult life. He acknowledges that you (like him) need to be reminded that you’re irreplaceable. Thus, he never fails to take your hand in his own, stare into your eyes, smile at you, and gently assure you,
“I hope you know you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love you beyond words. Thank you for accepting me and loving me.”
NSFW
Let’s talk about this S.U.B.M.I.S.S.I.V.E. man:
I’m choosing to address this first - You took Ranpo’s virginity on the night he admitted he was madly in love with you.
After Ranpo’s first sexual experience, he became a fucking fiend... literally
Ranpo is a grower, not a shower. He’s not extremely large, but he is 6.5 inches. Though Ranpo doesn’t have the largest cock you’ve ever seen, he knows how to work it (that’s all that matters).
Have you ever heard of a pillow prince? Well, that’s Ranpo.
His favorite sex position is Cowgirl.
He despises doesn’t enjoy being on top.
Ranpo cannot determine which one he enjoys more; being praised or degraded. If I’m being honest; Ranpo is in the mood for any foul words that escape your lips when he’s horny.
“You’ve been such a good boy solving all of those cases today. Do you think I should give you a little reward for being so helpful?” You’ll whisper in Ranpo’s ear as you’re stroking a hand over his prominent erection.
“Do you enjoy fucking my pussy? You’re so fucking desperate for me, aren’t you?”
Enjoys the image of your beautiful body clad in skimpy lingerie; especially two-piece sets that are burgundy red, forest green, brown, or dark yellow.
Ranpo is a little perverted; especially when it comes to sniffing your panties.
You still fail to recognize how five or six pairs of your panties have gone missing.
L.O.V.E.S. when you tease him: Ranpo will whine like a little baby, but he enjoys being toyed with.
As Ranpo is sitting in front of your fully dressed figure clad in nothing but his underwear and wrinkled white button down, you’ll roughly grab his face and force him to look into your eyes. You will whisper, “Too bad you were a bad boy today. I was going to let you fuck me, but maybe I’ll suck your cock until you’re on the edge of cumming; then I’ll leave you to please yourself.”
ADORES being strapped to the bed as you order him around.
Ranpo’s BIGGEST weakness is having his arms and legs strapped to the headboard as you hover your pussy above his face.
“Oh baby, you’re so desperate for a taste; aren’t you?”
He’ll beg, “Please, sit on my face.”
Bonus points will be awarded if you don’t give the brat what he wants.
Let’s address the obvious: FOOD PLAY
If you strive to be in a relationship with Ranpo, you’ll need to incorporate candy in the bedroom. He enjoys using whipped cream, strawberries, cherries, caramel, and chocolate syrup.
As Ranpo decorates your prominent nipples with whipped cream, he stares at your body wondering, “I wonder if the whipped cream is sweeter here, or her pussy?” He’ll have to taste both to decide.
Ranpo LOVES replaying the time you dripped caramel syrup on your clit. He watches closely as he licks his lips ready to bury his tongue in you.
“I know you love dessert.” Ranpo immediately nodded and jumped between your legs. Before he could eat the sweet liquid off of your pussy, you grab onto his hair holding him back. As Ranpo whines, you chuckle at his eagerness
“Open wide,” you order. Ranpo smiled and showed you his tongue. Slowly, you guide him to your clit.
Order Ranpo to mark you: Ranpo willingly acknowledges that he’s not a dominant individual within the bedroom, but he LOVES when your body physically shows that you’re his.
Don’t get too lost: Ranpo a.d.o.r.e.s. when hickies decorate his neck, stomach, and hips as well.
Willingly buries his face in your pussy:
Lean against the wall and drape your leg over his shoulder as Ranpo is tongue-length deep in your pussy. Watching your juices drip down his face is a sight you’ll never forget.
Thoroughly enjoys when you run your hands through his hair to pull him further into your cunt.
“Oh God, you’re doing so good, baby.” You’ll moan as Ranpo drags in tongue over your clit. You tug his head closer indirectly ordering him to suck your pussy harder.
Suck Ranpo’s balls while you’re giving him a hand job.
Caught up in the fast motions of your hand and the vibration your chuckling on his balls, Ranpo cannot help but moan, “Thank you, y/n.”
BLINDFOLD HIM: Ranpo will let you do ANYTHING to him.
Don’t be afraid to have a powerful presence - Say: “If you lay a hand on your cock before I get home, you won’t touch me for a week.” - a.k.a MASTERBATION BAN
O.r.g.a.s.m. D.e.n.i.a.l.
I dare you to Tease Ranpo until he’s about to cum. Before he explodes, leave him.
Poor Baby...
Try tying Ranpo’s limbs together before denying his release.
R.I.M.J.O.B.S: Ranpo’s Weakness
Please Degrade him while you’re eating his ass. Don’t worry, your hurtful words only add to Ranpo’s pleasure.
Get’s D.R.U.N.K. on the feeling of your pussy pulsing on his cock.
As you’re riding him, lean down into his ear, halt your movements, and whisper, “beg me to continue.”
“Please, please, please. I’m in love with your pussy and the way you squeeze me. Please don’t stop.”
Cums in your mouth or on your breasts.
Ranpo also L.O.V.E.S being ordered to cum inside of your pussy with your consent.
Hardly ANY aftercare. I’m sorry, Ranpo will fall asleep immediately. He’s a tired little baby and he isn’t afraid to admit it.
Yes, he snores.
However, it is a requirement to cuddle after sex because Ranpo loves it. He enjoys being close to you and he needs reassurance that you’re not leaving after sharing such an intimate moment together.
“I can’t keep my eyes open,” Ranpo will whisper throwing his head back on the pillow.
“I know, baby. Go to sleep,” You’ll whisper as he begins snoring when his head falls on your shoulder.
Before Ranpo drifts off to sleep, he will look over into your eyes, smile, and whisper, “Sleep well, I love you.”
Which JJK characters do you think would approach their crush first? And who do you think would be the other way round?🌹
Most Likely
Gojo Satoru: This man will straight-up walk up to anyone. He will have no issues pulling out a pick up line when those black shades lean down slightly to reveal his eyes. Thus, not only would he approach you without hesitation, but he’s getting you too.
Toji Fushiguro: This is a man who isn’t afraid to approach anyone, his crush wouldn’t make a difference. However, he’s a little harsh…
Todo Aoi: Todo isn’t afraid to approach anyone, talk about their “stunning” ass and ask you to go home with him. He thinks he is the epitome of perfection; who could deny him (me, he gives me the ick).
Yuuji Itadori: Would be a little shy, but I’m confident that he would approach his crush. I could see his cheeks glowing red when he approaches a cute person only to admit his feelings.
Geto Suguru: If Geto knows his crush feels the same way, he would approach them. However, if he sees someone he had interest in without knowing if they feel the same, he will look from afar. He doesn’t want to invade your space or make someone uncomfortable.
Mai Zenin: Would do it if she knows she’s more attractive than the other person. Otherwise, no way.
Nobara Kugisaki: She would appear confident saying she would approach her crush, but she would back out quick. All bark, no bite.
Maki Zenin: She would laugh in your face and tell you, “no” if you told her to approach her crush.
Choso: He wouldn’t approach his crush because he nervous; no, he wouldn’t a person he finds gorgeous because he’s lazy. Talking to his crush means omitting a ton of energy. Doesn’t seem like him.
Inumaki Toge: His crush wouldn’t understand what he was trying to say, so he would ultimately give up.
Nanami Kento: This man doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He’s afraid he will disrespect you and your boundaries. However, he doesn’t know it’s okay because it’s him.
Ryomen Sukuna: He doesn’t approach people; people approach him. Oh, and he doesn’t have crushes; he has hoes.
Megumi Fushiguro: No way, Jose. This man will never approach anyone.
Nice catch, Ranpo's headcanons are being released Wednesday! It's been a long while (my fault), but we are moving along now that I'm finding room to write in my schedule.
Also, I love you too! Hope you'll enjoy your headcanons!
Hello dear Russic 🤍 I am in love with your headcanon and I would like to know if you could make Megumi Fushiguro as a boyfriend sfw and nsfw headcanon pretty please ! 😻😻😻🤍🤍
Hola Madam:
Thank you for your kindness! You made me smile!
I remember your kind messages a while back. Considering I still had your request within my messages, I wanted to provide you with an update on your requested headcanon for Megumi:
Your headcanons are written; they are not edited, but they are complete. I believe you'll enjoy the NSFW category: loads of descriptions and scenes are waiting for you.
His headcanons should be out within one or two weeks.
Again, thank you for your patience and your kindness. I hope they will be written to your liking.
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