BROWN JEWEL

Can you make a fic with a dark coriolanus x reader

Post Lucy running away where he stays a peace keeper for some time and he helped reader avoid being picked for the games and he abuses his power as peace keeper against reader whom he helped and holds it over her head (she has no family but her friends are like family) and he does all types of fucked up stuff to her sexually and he fetishizes her for being a woc (reader is a woman of color) and he fetishizes her skin or something and he keeps saying all creepy stuff and he then marries her (after convincing her no one would want her after him) and parades her around and shows off to capitol ppl who also fetishize her and she becomes basically his property with a creepy nickname and you pick the ending

BROWN JEWEL

Can You Make A Fic With A Dark Coriolanus X Reader

pairing: dark!coriolanus snow x fem!poc!reader

summary: he was a lifeline and you’d grabbed on in hopes to avoid the reaping, but you were coriolanus’ obsession and he was not going to let you go.

warnings: obsession, abuse of power, nc touching, threats, forced marriage, fetishisation of skin color?? non-con (p in v), public sex, pregnancy, forced marriage, jealousy of infants? kisses, kinda stockholm/reader gives in

wordcount: 3.1k

a/n: audibly gasped reading this rq (i did change it around a bit since some of it i was unsure of how to write and if i felt comfy doing it) i went off track for sure

this was your last year for being involved with the reaping.

just tomorrow then you'd be in the clear for the rest of your life.

you had friends who relied on you, and their families which were practically your own. you’d been raised with them after your parents passed and you owed them your life. you were an amazing hunter and your game kept them going. you were skilled with hunting, medicine, literate because of your best friends mother. you helped them all in so many ways and you knew they needed you.

through your older years, you began to realise you weren’t exactly the same as your friends. their light skin and light eyes in contrast to your darker tones were always a reminder of your unshared bloodline. yet they never treated you any differently.

you had to live for them.

so it was how you ended up in the tree line by the peacekeepers barracks. hoping to bribe one into pulling your name from the bowl before it was placed infront of the justice building. what you didn’t expect was for a soldier to find you first.

“what’re you doing here?” he spoke from behind you as you stumbled to get up. “i... i wanted to talk to someone, to try and uhm, get them to do something for me.” he exuded confidence with his chin in the air and his grip on his gun. he obviously thought he was better than you. “what do you want me to do for you?” you sighed, “i was hoping, to get my name taken out of the reaping bowl.” he tilted his head, a smirk on his face and you wanted to peel your skin off with the way he was looking at you.

“come closer.” and you did, stepping into the moonlight. he found you to be gorgeous, glowing. “i’ll do it.” your eyes widened as you smiled, “thank you!” and he took a step closer to you, “but what will i get in return?”

and that’s when you should’ve run for the hills.

at the reaping ceremony, he coincidentally placed himself right next to your row. his stares were harsh on your back. your hands were sweating and you couldn’t think straight until that name was called, and it wasn’t yours.

“we’re safe.” your friend whispered into your ear as you smiled at her, “yeah, we are.” but for some reason you weren’t convinced. the peacekeeper was on you like a shadow ever since the day before. on the walk home he was following you and you knew it, but if you confronted him you had no clue what he’d do to you. so you felt it best to keep your head down, and get home. you didn’t expect for him to barge his way in.

“what’re you doing?” your voice was shaky and you could feel the perspiration on you, for someone reason this man made your body go haywire and you wanted to leave. “why? can’t i come see the pretty girl i saved?” your head was facing downwards as you began to mumble, “my names only in eight times, my odds were low anyways. a lot of people took tessera.” you heard him click his tongue, tutting and shaking his head in disagreement, “seven.”

he was right infront of you now, and as he bent down to whisper in your ear, you froze up, “i don’t do things for free y/n. when i want something from you, and i do, i will come to collect.” he held your face in his hand as you asked, “what’s your name?” he smiled, “coriolanus, but you can call me corio.” and he held you to it.

every time you saw him he’d be unbelievably smug.

even your friends noticed, “he keeps staring at you, that peacekeeper.” you were having a night out, your senses flooded with music and laughter. but not too far away was coriolanus, downing his beer. you shifted around before slyly looking his way. “it’s probably nothing. you know how these peacekeepers are. i think i’m going to head home.” you kissed her cheek before making your way out and to your home.

you were only a few minutes away when you took notice of the shadow behind you, lurking. “y/n.” you stopped in your tracks and turned his way. “corio.” he grinned at the nickname you used. his expression should've warned you, his words rung through your mind.

an intoxicated man was a dangerous one.

"when i want something from you, and i do, i will come to collect."

corio held you against the shabby wall as his hands held you in place. your pants swamped at your ankles as he rutted into you harshly. “stay quiet for me yeah?” your hands shoved at his chest but it seemed to be pointless.

“please, please corio not here.” coriolanus couldn’t bring himself to listen to you, and he sure as hell didn’t care if someone saw. what were they going to do? you were his, you needed to realise that. the quicker you did the easier it would be for you. your cries and protests went in one ear and out the other, “shh, i’ve got you. don’t worry.” he cooed, ignoring your pleas.

you felt humiliated, treated like trash. taken in an alleyway like a whore, as coriolanus continued on. your legs felt like jelly and your weight rested on the wall behind. his hands came up to lower your shirt, your breasts spilling out. “fuck, you’re made for me. all mine.” he groaned as he felt your walls tighten around his cock.

“come for me baby. come on.” you didn’t want to, you wanted to run away from him but your breath was laboured as your head lolled back. but even with that he wasn’t done with you. he wanted more. he wanted all of you and he wouldn’t stop until he’d had enough. you weren’t sure if he’d ever get his fill.

your cheeks burned as you walked back to your home, cum-stained panties and shame filling you to the brim. acquaintances walked past, you smiled and waved with fake kindness. your feet dragged along, your legs shaky and hands trembling. you wanted to drag the walk out as long as possible.

coriolanus could tell, but he couldn’t do anything yet. so he grit his teeth and walked with determination.

he’d punish you later.

and it was all you knew. almost every night corio crawled into your home, took you all over the house till dawn. and in return you were able to provide your family with everything they could want.

dana has a cold?

the medicine was at the front door hours later.

peter hurt himself at the mines?

a first aid kit was ready to be picked up by noon.

not a single person around you was hungry, sick or uncared for. all thanks to coriolanus. your friends were able to infer where all your resources came from, but you’d never asked for their aid.

you just wanted to help them, in any way you could.

what you didn’t anticipate was coriolanus in your home, tossing your nicest clothes into a suitcase. the jewellery he’d bought, shoes etc. “what’s going on? why are you packing my things?” he didn’t respond, he just kept packing, moving around the room and throwing in things he deemed important.

“we’re leaving, back to the capitol. you’re coming with me, now help me pack.” you grabbed his wrist in a moment of anger, forgetting your place. “let. go. now.” he demanded as you retracted your hand, “i’m sorry. but, you need to talk to me. i’m not going to the capitol corio, this is my home.” you should’ve known he was going to hate your words.

he grabbed your wrists, fingers digging in as you cried out in pain. “you are coming with me, otherwise i am more than happy to hurt you. all the supplies for your friends? gone. you know i won’t hesitate to hurt them. so if you want them to be taken care of, you’ll listen to me. now pack your things and shut up.” he spit out as you pulled away from him.

you didn’t even get to say goodbye.

the capitol scared you to no extent. the prying eyes, the excessive, almost wasteful, wealth and resources. you felt uncomfortable in your own skin. the people of panem viewed you to be a rare phenomenon. as if darker skin was unattainable. it was nothing like district 12, and you knew you’d never fully fit in. but corio wouldn’t let that be.

coriolanus thrived under dr gaul. overtime he’d been provided with an apartment and inheritance courtesy of the plinths and he was happy to indulge his sweet girl with whatever she could wish for.

the most expensive silks, finest jewels. you felt like a little porcelain doll, with multiple faces. you were bound to crack.

by the time coriolanus snow rose to be the president of panem, all the fight in your body was a distant memory, a shell of your former self. "you have everything you could ever wish for," according to your husband, "but you still think of them." his words were filled with disdain but held an ounce of truth.

your heart yearned for home. for peters terrible cooking. for dana’s flower crowns. nights out with your friends singing your heart out before sneaking out to the lake a certain covey had let slip on. a simple life.

but it all felt to be out of your grasp, far in the back of your mind.

presidential campaigns, parties, shopping, and super rich kids with nothing but fake friends. it was all your new normal. the residents of panem tolerated you for being the first lady of panem, admired you for your looks, and despised you for your background.

you’d never felt more alone.

you found solace in your children. ciron, your baby boy. only five years old but undeniably bright. he was ahead of most children his age in studies, able to remember so much in such a small mind. he was the spitting image of coriolanus. the old coriolanus. curly blonde hair, striking blue eyes. but his kindness, his care for others? that was all his mother. he was the perfect mix, and a huge mommy’s boy. the second he learned something knew he rambled on about it, only to you. he loved to play with your hair, curling it around his fingers.

“now we match mommy!” he smiled as you picked him up, resting him on your hip. “now i’m almost as pretty as you baby.” you teased as you attacked him with kisses on his face. he squirmed in your arms, small hands coming to cover his face. the noise seemed to wake caroline, her squeals and cries echoing through the home.

“shh, we have to be quiet okay?” ciron nodded as the two of you made your way to her nursery. it was caroline’s first birthday today, and coriolanus had spared no expense on your account. the celebration was to be held at your home, filled with people who couldn’t care less. but you just wanted to give her what you never had. a party at the presidents house was rare, and a lot of the hadn’t seen you in a while.

caroline was all you. darker skin than ciron, olive like. brown eyes and dark hair.

during your pregnancy with ciron, coriolanus showed you off to the people. you were regularly seen out and about, at parties, shopping, walking etc. coriolanus took any opportunity to parade you about to the people of panem. something out of their reach but so sweet, so beautiful. you despised it, being seen as nothing more than his property.

“she’s a fine girl you have coriolanus.” grandma’am spoke as she pinched your cheeks, “just have to take the district out of her.” as if you were an animal to be dissected.

“are there any more of her type?” the man joked as coriolanus’s hand tightened on your waist.

you’d always loved yourself, your hair, your skin color, your body. but it all seemed to be under coriolanus’s ownership the second you’d allowed him to take you to the captiol. no one cared about you. no one bothered to help. they just admired and touched when they could.

so you’d plead with him, begging him to let you rest for the remainder of your pregnancy. he surprisingly agreed, letting you confine yourself to your shared room.

and with cirons birth, you felt hope. his wide eyes, consuming all he could with his sight, his tiny fingers wrapping around your finger. your heart swelled with joy at his face, your saving grace.

coriolanus wanted to pry him from your fingers. for the next few weeks your attention was purely on the boy and coriolanus began to feel neglected. he was already traumatised from his own mothers passing, his sister taking her life. with the announcement of your own pregnancy the thoughts poured in.

would the baby take you too?

would he be forced to listen to your screams?

would he have to raise the baby he despised?

he hadn’t even met your child yet and he'd already made his mind up. the baby was no good, an heir was needed of course but at the cost of his wife? would he pay the price?

your screams of agony and pain clawed at his throat. he felt sick, bile rising as he forced it down. coriolanus would not be seen as weak. but he couldn’t help himself, your hands clutched onto his as a lifeline. your pleas for aid, and coriolanus could do nothing. helpless.

the finest doctors in panem, machinery and medicine yet it all seemed useless.

to you it was worth it, the second you held him in your arms. all the pain in the world if it meant you’d have him as the outcome. one of the nurses placed a pair of scissors in his hands, urging him to cut the cord as coriolanus masked his disgust.

snip!

tigris cooed over the baby as lethargy hung over you like a cloud. “isn’t he the sweetest coriolanus?” all he managed was a nod, his focus on you.

his strong wife, who’d given way to new life. your eyes were fluttering close as you murmured, “ciron.” the doctors and nurses gleefully agreed, “what a fine name!” the head doctor announced as he held him in his arms, a nurse taking him away to be cleaned.

and after all that, you were pregnant once more. another child for the happy family but another nuisance in his eyes between yourself and him.

all you ever cared about was the kids.

“has caroline eaten?”

“is ciron awake?”

“is his teacher here yet?”

“coriolanus, i think we need to take ciron shopping again. he’s growing so quickly!” he knew he should’ve been happy. but all he wanted was for you to be his again. you were always too tired for him, already asleep with ciron by your side, taking his place.

or you were breastfeeding caroline, meaning that he was sure he wasn’t going to get to feel you up that night. too sore, too tired, not in the mood. he couldn’t catch a break.

you’d decided to have caroline and ciron match. baby blue, how sweet!

it’d only been about an hour in and you’d had enough. these people never really moved on. the same comments about how special you were, how lucky you were. compliments stuffed down your throat you were sure you’d gag.

you grounded yourself with caroline, clutching onto her as coriolanus made the rounds. “anna!” you shouted out to one of your servers. “yes, mrs snow?” you refrained from rolling your eyes at the last name, “bring the cake out, now please.” she wasn’t sure, “mr snow said-” you smiled at her, “caroline’s getting fussy, better if we blow the candles out now so i can feed her and get her to bed.” she scurried away to get everything in order as coriolanus found you.

“sweetheart. you can’t hide the birthday girl at her party.” you chuckled, “i know, i know. she’s getting tired, we’re going to have to get the candles out early. cirons already sleepy too, he worked really hard today. i’m so proud of him.” you beamed as coriolanus took a sip from his glass, “oh did he?” he sneered. you were about to reply but the cake being carried out took your attention. “look sweetie! it’s your cake!” caroline lifted her head from your shoulder as you pointed at it.

“come on corio.” he downed his drink before following along. maybe if he was nice you’d fuck him tonight.

the four of you were a picture perfect family, cameras shuttered as everyone sang for caroline. she rested on your side as ciron stood in front of coriolanus, his hands resting on his sons shoulders. a smile plastered on his face. “happy birthday to you!” you bent down with caroline to blow the candles out as everyone cheered.

for once, you felt happy.

you sat infront of caroline’s crib, rocking it side to side. it was around 12 now, the party packed up, ciron in bed sleeping soundly, and coriolanus in his study. it’d been a while since you and coriolanus had been together. your pregnancy with caroline was risky according to doctors and you were told to take it easy. it’d been at least two months since his last time with you, and god he needed release.

once you figured she was asleep you made your way to corios study. “corio? you busy?” you peaked your head through the door to find corio writing away. “come in.” you closed the door behind you as he rolled back in his seat, patting his lap as you plopped down.

“you want something?” you rested your head in the crook of neck, roses infiltrating your senses. “m’ tired, wanna sleep with you.” coriolanus was taken aback for once, in his eyes you’d deprived him of your presence for so long and here you were wanting for him. coriolanus would have to settle for now. he caressed your cheek, “alright, come on.” his arm lifted your legs and you interlaced your fingers behind his neck.

over your time with coriolanus you’d learned to like things about him, since there was no point in you hating him anymore. his voice in the night, whispering to you. his soft hands washing your hair. when he was relaxed, the two of you would bask in eachothers presence, reading silently. baths together, his hands raking through your hair, trailing over your body with care. and as the two of you slept together, in a tight embrace, coriolanus felt at ease.

his brown jewel, all to himself.

Tags

Coriolanus snow coriolanus x reader coriolanus snow x reader

𝐁𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 - 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚

𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐝𝐮𝐛 𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐜𝐨𝐧? 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 𝟑.𝟕𝐤

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟

The last thing Akaza wanted to do was meet with Douma, but it was needed. After years of searching, he had finally come across information regarding the Blue Spider Lily. And as aggravating as it is, Akaza came to the conclusion that he needed Douma’s help. After all, Muzan hasn’t let up on updates in regards to the flower. It’s just the best option.

Seeing Douma was already enough - an insufferable headache, but seeing you would be an entirely different feeling. Two things stand in Akaza’s way tonight.

You, who’s been degraded simply as a toy. A “prized possession.” And the Upper Moon 2.

It’s not that you had the choice of being held captive like this, Akaza knows. Douma doesn’t usually open his arms to humans as he thrives on feasting on the desperate, using them for money and food. He’s never shed an ounce of care to anyone, until you. And Akaza knows why, he sees it.

To his disdain, Akaza has known you for a little over a year now. However, it’s been quite inevitable to pay a visit to Douma’s often due to Muzan’s orders.

And with that, he can see how special you are in the little time he’s been around you. How soft your skin looks, the way you shy away from Douma’s touch, your pleading eyes every time he needs to stop by Eternal Paradise. At first, Akaza thought you’d be a meal the Upper 2 is saving to ripen up for the right moment, but after a few visits, he could see the demon has taken a liking to you.

You never say much, though, and that unknowingly opened a door of curiosity to Akaza. So, he began watching you closely during his visits.

It turns out that it’s a shame, a disgrace, how Douma treats you - having you wait on his beck and call - treating you like a doll. A disgrace how Douma dresses you everyday, forces a spoon to your mouth every meal, speak when spoken to… The bastard has you right at his hip everywhere he goes but as soon as he needs to attend business with Muzan, he resorts to chaining you up. Akaza isn’t surprised by the demon’s behavior, he’s used to Douma being a scumbag, but he can’t help the thought of how you feel. How you got sucked into all of this and just accept the treatment given to you.

Because Akaza can recall more than once how many times he's walked in on you bent over the bed, Douma roughly pulling at your hair to keep your head up, or a hand wrapped around your pretty throat, your mouth filled with Douma’s cock, you completely naked straddled over the demon being split over his cock while hes fully dressed - you name it. All while the Upper moon smiles sadistically at your scrunched up face, cooing in your ear.

If Akaza could somehow voice his thoughts, Douma would disagree with the perception of rough treatment. He feeds you, clothes you, has given you a title in Eternal Paradise… you’ve gotten anything you’ve ever wanted and more. What's so bad about that? You’ve never back talked or tried to escape. He’s given you the life he thinks you deserve. He just simply adores you.

And Akaza’s the only other demon who knows that an Upper Moon has taken a human for pleasure other than killing. In a fucked up way, he choses to. Douma keeps his secrets, so he will keep Douma’s. Especially if it means that you’ll be kept around long enough.

Akaza doesn't make a sound when he walks through the forest leading up to Eternal Paradise, the sky pitch black as the moon shines through the trees. He’s quick when jumping up, running across the roof of the mansion leading up to Douma’s room.

It’s a routine night for you and Douma and the last member of Paradise had just left. Your head lays across his thigh as he sits upright in his throne. The room is dim and quiet as the candle lights flicker. He likes this time alone with you, as today was very busy for him. You don’t dare move a muscle until he says so, so you lay there peacefully as his fingers shift through your hair over and over, petting you gently while he hums a lullaby.

Every night ends like this after the last person stumbles through the door pleading for Lord Douma to help them. As always, he is more than happy to give them a home here at his paradise. He clothes them, feeds them and many work around the palace to tend to the gardens and clean. People seem to have a very fulfilling life here when they are at their lowest. And so it seems that after a certain amount of time, they leave. You believe Lord Douma helps led these people back on the right path in life.

But for you, you have a different role here. And that’s why you can’t view the gardens, you can’t chat with the members of paradise. You’re bound to the Lord - to never escape his sight.

Hearing a soft thump disrupts the silence. You look towards the open balcony, careful not to move your head on Douma’s lap. As the curtains flow with the gentle breeze, you can make out Akaza’s figure illuminated by the moon standing still between the balcony doors.

“Ahh, Lord Akaza!” Douma greets, but his hand does not falter from petting you. “What a lovely night isn’t it? Not a cloud in the sky, you can see all the stars tonight!”

You can see Akaza’s muscles tense as he steps in the room, his hands clenched and glued by his sides. When Lord Akaza shows up, he always seems like he’s holding back. You can see the hatred in his eyes and the way he stills when talking, yet he still visits the Lord. You’ve grown to drown out the conversations they have, and you really don’t know who the tattooed man is other than his name, but you can decipher these meetings and all the names you hear are tied to Douma’s sanctuary.

“I’ve come to discuss the Blue Spider Lily.”

“Why don’t you come make yourself comfortable, Lord Akaza? I haven’t seen you in a while, I’ve started to worry.” Douma’s cheerful voice fills the room.

Akaza stands for a moment as he scans the room before his golden eyes land on you.

“Come here old friend! Don’t be shy.”

The tattooed man thinks for a moment and without saying a word, he takes a seat in front of you and Douma on the floor before the throne. Usually he wouldn’t do this. In all honesty, in the back of his brain, he is disgusted with himself for showing such willingness to the bastard. He’d never shown an ounce of respect towards the Upper 2, but the way your eyes follow his every move intrigues him. His body moves without thought. He needs to see you up close.

“I’ve overheard some information about the flower Lord Muzan has been searching for and-”

“Ya, ya!” The hand that's been petting you throws up in the air, waving off Akaza’s words. “I don’t want to discuss work, I’ve been working all day-” he pouts, “what have you been up to? Tell me something new, dearest friend.”

You're so close to the Upper 3, that when he gets cut off you can see clearly how his eye twitches in irritation. You can’t count it, but a long moment of silence thickens the room.

“Ahh, my comrade, no need to scowl. You never smile! I just want to have a nice conversation. You don’t know how exhausting people can be, always telling us such negative things. Such a long day for me and my darling, you know? It’s nice to see such a familiar face, isn’t it my dear?”

You nod against Douma’s lap as Akaza’s eyes find yours. “Yes, Lord Founder.”

“Ah my sweet, you know not to call me that in front of friends! Work is over now.”

“Yes, Douma.” You comply, and Akaza’s heart pings through his chest, gritting his teeth watching you obey the bastard without a thought in your mind. Douma notices this.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” A hand brushes your cheek to cup your jawline, “just the most beautiful thing in this world, right Akaza?” The white haired man hums.

The pair of golden eyes in the dimly lit room are unwavering, glued to yours as he sits silently.

“C’mon Lord Akaza! Tell her she’s beautiful!” Douma persists. The hand over your jawline moves slightly, a finger grazes over your lips, asking politely to let it in. And you do. Your mouth drops slightly to cradle Doumas finger with your tongue, sucking down when he pushes in more.

The Upper 3 swallows thickly, and you can see his chest rise and fall a little quicker now.

“Yes,” his response is airy.

Douma grins, keeping his eyes on Akaza - the man who refuses to take his gaze away from you.

“I see you, Akaza. I see it every time you visit.” A second finger gently pushes through your lips and presses down on your tongue, causing your mouth to drop open. Your saliva pools onto Doumas pants. Your body is trained by every touch the Lord makes, much to your dislike, but you can’t help how fat your body grows hot just from this.

“You can’t help but stare at her. She’s such a beauty, I don’t blame you one bit.”

Akaza straightens his back, taking his attention towards Douma. “Lord Muzan-”

Your moan interrupts his sentence. This is the second time he’s been interrupted, but it’s not as infuriating as the first. If anything, it spikes anxiety in his chest as his eyes are quick to look at you.

Your face is flushed and your mouth is drooling all over Douma’s fingers, soaking his pants as he continues to push in and out of your lips. Looking down, Akaza can see Douma’s other hand playing with your breast over your dress, teasing and twisting your nipple as you squirm.

Akaza pries his eyes away, forcing himself to come back down to reality. Before he could move to stand, Douma’s voice is low and soft as he asks.

“Would you like to have a go? She’d be happy to please our good friend, right darling?” You give a nod after a pause.

Akaza’s eyes widened, unsure from shock, from disgust or from… something else.

There’s no way he’d stoop to this level, right? He sees the way you’re treated by this monster. He fucking hates the guy. Your delicate body getting abused by him, he can’t handle thinking about it. Douma repulses him.

Douma is quick to hoist you between his legs, your back to his chest as his feet swoop over your ankles, causing your legs to stay wide open and in place.

“Look, she’s not wearing anything under her dress! I keep her like this all the time. I can’t get enough. You’ll see why - Just look, look at how pretty her pussy is.” Douma voice sing-songs through the room again, happy as ever to persuade the other Upper Moon.

“Fuck you.” Akaza stands quickly to leave.

“Are you sure Akaza? Look at her, she’s so needy.” He pauses, “She needs you, see?”

Douma’s hand slithers between your legs to rub your cunt a few times before spreading you open. You can’t help but buck your hips into his touch, your pussy getting slick with minimal effort.

A soft smack to your cunt makes you jump. “Be good, darling.” Douma says lowly in your ear as a light warning.

Fuck Douma. Akaza’s face is burning, his heart pounds loudly through his ears. He can’t do this. It’s not like he doesn’t want to, but he can’t do it like this. His mind races back and forth, does he want this? Fuck Douma. The throbbing in his pants says another thing. And, fuck, does he ache for you. He’s been hard since the moment he saw you tonight., of course he has. But now, he's painfully constricting his own pants. It’s hard to deny anyone in the room, including himself, that he doesn’t want this. Fuck Douma.

It's been a true battle deep within himself about how he feels towards you, towards Douma, towards the whole situation.

“C’mon comrade! I can hold her just like this and you can fuck her however you want! She’s so sweet- will let you do anything.” Douma presses a quick kiss to your temple.

Akaza’s chest heaves deeply, his veins constrict as he stands there seething. His body is hot with hatred, but his blood feels like lava aching to touch you.

He could show you what really feels good, not this sadistic shit Douma puts you through. Looking over his shoulder, his eyes meet yours. What he would do to see you come undone. He needs to see that fucked out face again, it’s burned in his memory. The only thing he can picture after all the times he’s walked in on you and Douma - you.

Akaza slowly turns back to face you both and you immediately see how hard he is through his pants. Precum is already leaking through the fabric as his cock is strained against it - he looks painfully hard.

“C’mon Akaza, be my guest.”

Like a moth to flame, Akaza mindlessly steps forward to kneel before your open legs. Saliva builds thickly in his mouth taking in the sight of your pretty cunt as Douma rubs little circles around your clit.

Douma’s eyes are dark and wide, smiling ear to ear as he watches Akaza become entranced by you. But as soon as Akaza leans forward for a taste, Douma speaks up.

“No need to prep her Akaza, that’s for another time. I can see how you want to fuck her right now, why don’t you just do it?”

The tattooed man's teeth clench with the other’s words. Fuck Douma.

Before Akaza makes a move, he looks up to your pleading eyes. You look so beautiful.

Akaza pulls down his pants only to his thighs to free his aching cock before fingers are shoved forcefully in his mouth.

“But I’ll let you taste her like this for now, isn’t she so sweet? Everything about her is fucking perfect dont you think?” Douma plunges his fingers, rolling around Akaza’s tongue so he can get a proper taste.

For a second, he’s bewildered by Douma putting his hands on him, but that thought was flushed away when he tasted you on his tongue. And holy fuck did you taste like heaven. With fingers in his mouth, Akaza’s eyebrows furrowed as he jerks himself off to tasting you.

“What do you say to our dearest friend, sweet girl?”

“P-please Lord Akaza, I want you inside me.” Your voice is needy. Your stomach bubbles with anticipation. Looking between your legs as Akaza jerks off you take a good look at what’s coming. He’s thick, thicker than your lord, but not as long. His head is agitated, red from throbbing and oozing in precum, slicking down with every stroke he makes. The sound of Douma’s fingers in his mouth mixed with slick clicking from him touching himself fill the room.

The clicking noises get faster, golden eyes stare down between your legs as Douma plays with your went cunt before him.

“Ah ah, Lord Akaza, slow down, you’ll want to save that. She’s so tight! She’ll suck you in so bad you don’t think you’ll ever get out!”

And with that, Douma removes his fingers to lift your dress up all the way, revealing your stomach and breasts. Akaza’s body shakes with need, his eyes blown wide taking in the sight of your whole body.

“Come on, comrade, she needs you. Look at how wet you got her!”

The next thing you feel is Akazas blunt head poke your clit, running his cock easily along your folds. The man lets out a staggered sigh, his eyes glued to the movement as his hand slithers under your knee and around your thigh. Blunt fingernails knead into your flesh as he rocks himself over your cunt.

You’re unsure of how Douma wants you to perform. Butterflies fill your lower stomach, the heat is unbearable as you want to rock against the man too. The feeling of his cock dragging along your folds then his balls pressing against your opening makes you want to cry at how badly you want to come. With every drag away from you, your slick strings to his balls and it feels like a crime.

You look up to Douma with pleading eyes, unsure of what he wants. He’s never shared you with anyone. You’ve come to learn Douma is incredibly possessive of you.

A sadistic, dark face is already staring down at you when you look up. Colorful eyes blown wide as his mouth is curled up in that creepy smile he does, the same exact face he makes when you cry, or gag or plead with him when he fucks you.

It’s pure unhinged lust.

“Show him how good he’s making you feel.”

This gives you the green light to buck your hips into Akaza, letting out a soft whimper. Your hips roll and grind into his cock back, making him groan.

“You make her feel good, Akaza, look at how wet she is! Put it in, you’ll wanna see the face she makes, it’s like the gates of heaven. Like looking at a real life angel!”

Akaza’s blunt head slides down once more and meets his head to your opening, and without any warning, he presses in.

“Holy fuck-” Akaza breathes.

Your back arches away from Douma, your head falling back into his chest as your mouth lolls open. Akaza’s thickness stretches you out like nothing before, and you feel every inch of it.

Hands come up to cup your cheeks, “Oh, sweet baby, look at you! Oh Lord Akaza, look at this face! So perfect.”

Akaza is transfixed on your face. Tears swell at the corners of your eyes and fall, your lips open like this look so perfect, your furrowed eyebrows - its taking everything not to come right here and now.

Akaza bottoms out. His balls press firmly against your ass. He can feel every quiver you make.

“Look at him, look at how good your pussy is!” Doumas hands squeeze your cheeks to obey. You look up through thick lashes and tears to Akaza’s mouth slacked and eyes half lidded. To no warning, he pulls out and thrusts back into you.

“Hmph!” You whimper with every stroke he gives you.

Akaza cant control himself, no fucking way now. You’re so tight, sucking him in with every thrust and not letting go when he pulls back. You’re fucking pure sin. You really are an angel.

“Tell her she's beautiful, Akaza.”

Without a thought in his mind he obeys breathlessly, “So fuckin’ beautiful- so pretty.’

“You hear that darling? You really are something! Grab her, fuck her faster, she likes that. Maybe you’ll get her to come! You wanna come?” A finger taps at your cheek and you nod.

With every thrust, your head rubs up against Douma’s cock. It’s hard under his clothing and you can still feel the heat radiating, but he doesn’t seem like he wants to do anything about that. Douma is fully engaged in letting Akaza take you tonight.

Akaza groans, picking up the pace. The squelching of wetness is hard to ignore with every movement.

The Upper 3 moves his hands to grip at your hips, digging and bruising the flesh. His golden eyes fixated on every motion your body gives, from the bouncing of your tits, to the ripples of your skin. He won’t say it out loud, but you feel so fucking good. The way your body responds to him, the way your face is fucked out with peasure makes him think Douma is the luckiest fucking bastard. Anger bubbles in his stomach, but as soon as his eyes meet yours, it’s replaced by obsession.

You fuck back into Akaza, letting go of all inhibitions. You’re breathless now, feeling every inch of his cock pound into you as Douma holds you down for him to do so. Douma’s eyes watching every move of you both, completely enamored by the sight.

Pleasure festers within you, and you turn into a blubbering mess.

“Lord Akaza- feels so good- you feel s’good,” in which Akaza responds with pressing his weight into you deeper, fucking you deeper. He doesn’t give a fuck how close he is to Douma right now, he only cares about you. You cloud his vision.

Your vision gets hazy, seeing Akaza through heavy lidded eyes as you moan “going to-”

“Come baby. Come all over his cock, yeah? Keep going, Akaza, she’s so close! I can’t wait for you to see this!”

Your orgasm comes quickly, your walls twitch and tighten around his cock and your vision gets spotty. Your jaw slacks open, but your vision remains on him. Your hands come up to squeeze Akaza’s shoulders, scratching him deeply with your nails.

Akaza is breathless, his own orgasm quickly approaching. Without thinking, he leads into you to give a needy kiss. Your lips are hot, your face is wet from tears, but he doesn't care. He feels so fucking good right now.

A desperate tongue forces past your lips, and you let him. His face and body press against you so hard that it's difficult to breathe. His lips suck on your tongue, his breath hot and fast as his fingers painfully dig into your sides.

“Fill her up, Lord Akaza! Come inside her.” Douma insists, fingers now digging into your head, pressing you even further into the upper moon's kiss.

Akaza sees white. Pushing as hard as he can, unknowingly crushing your body, he spills into your cunt. Groaning and shaking as he grinds into you, lips still glued to yours, shooting cum deep within you.

A few moments pass before anyone moves again. Douma’s fingers shift to your sticky and sweaty hair now, brushing everything out of your face as Akaza lays on top of you, inhaling every scent he can.

“Wonderful job! You both did amazing. My darling, you did so well.” He sings before placing a kiss on your forehead.

He hums, “Now, what about that Blue Spider Lily?”

Tags

kny smut akaza x reader douma x reader douma x reader smut akaza x reader smut

1K notes View Post

tonixe

2 years ago

every reblog is -1 hp for charles

Tags

memes i'm sad the queen is dead i love princess diana camilas a witch

53K notes View Post

tonixe

1 year ago

Hello! Do you have a link to the art you used on your post? https://www.tumblr.com/tonixe/719665810999738368/upper-moons-with-a-gf-who-is-stronger-than?source=share

The original post was on twitter but I just found it on pinterest.

Tamayo banner link

Tags

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

1 note View Post

tonixe

1 year ago

POV: MIGUEL FUCKS THE SHIT OUT OF YOU

n.o.t.e.s - miguel is so hawt, like i need him inside me like right now.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - perv!Miguel O'hara x fem!reader

w.c. - 540

Working for Miguel in the Spiderman HQ could be hard sometimes, with his demanding nature. Sometimes helping him with missions with villains in different dimensions.

Just his little assistant.

It was hard to fight villains with your revealing spider suit; even swinging with your webs was harder; it would hug all your curves and chest. Getting all types of stares for your suit, it is even risky to walk especially with the cut-out on your suit just exposing cleavage, too low that you almost flash people.

But you were too mindless to figure it out; I mean, Miguel made it just for you. You were really dumb to think that Miguel said the suit was supposed to help you. and you believe it.

You were even too dumb to figure out who was taking your panties.

Imagine perv!miguel just coming into his lab all angry and pent up, and just going crazy on you when he sees you in that little spider suit, and just bending you over the table, just going crazy on you. Just ripping your spidersuit off.

He's pounding into you from behind while your face presses against the table. Just drool covered across your face, as he just plunges into you, just spilling himself into you. Just painting your walls with cum and fucking you full with his cum.

Perv!miguel would hate wearing condoms when he screws you; he just loves how your wall hugs him as he fucks you. But it just makes him feel so good when you clench around him.

Perv!miguel just loves cumming inside you, and covering you with his cum, just makes gets rise out of him and make him horny.

Miguel would love skull fucking you, just using your face and shoving his cock down your throat. His hand just grabs onto your hair; if you wearing makeup, he would love to fuck it up.

Your lipstick just smeared across your cheek, your just drooling on his cock.

Perv!miguel just loves fingering you, even in public events, just under the table, just reaching over you under the table taking off your panties, and fucking you with his thick fingers.

Just you talking would be hard for you, just getting overstimulated by him, just shaking.

Perv!miguel enjoys using vibrators with you, just teasing you, turning it up on high when you're talking with other people. He loves to see you withering and whimpering around him.

He would love when your whiney is just so submissive for him.

Imagine just sleeping; you're deep asleep while Miguel is still awake and horny. Just looking at your sleeping form and he would just start touching you, just fondling your boobs.

Him just fingering you when you sleep, mewling in pleasure. Just waking up to Miguel hunching over you with his huge cock stretching you out as he thrusts into you and dragging it out.

Perv!miguel loves playing with your titties, small or big. He just loves to put his head between your boobs and play with them. Just squeeze them with his rough hands.

He loves sucking on them and tugging at them.

Perv!miguel whispers sweet nothingness into your ear, as he fucks you on his bed.

Tags

miguel ohara miguel spiderverse across the spiderverse miguel o'hara x reader atsv miguel miguel spiderman spiderman 2099 spider man 2099 miguel o’hara smut miguel o'hara fanfiction miguel o’hara x you spiderman smut miguel o'hara x y/n miguel o'hara fic miguel o'hara x fem!reader spiderman 2099 spiderverse miguel o’hara x oc miguel o’hara spiderverse miguel o'hara x spiderwoman!reader miguel ohara drabble miguel o'hara being a perv spiderman multiverse miguel o'hara scenarios miguel o'hara spider man

2K notes View Post

tonixe

10 months ago

Firecracker is Drake while Starlight is Kendrick

Tags

Starlight lmao the boys kendrick vs drake firecracker the boys series starlight vs firecracker

70 notes View Post

tonixe

1 year ago

IM SO READY FOR THIS MOVIE!!