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╰┈➤ ❝ kieran x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni | kinktober '24 (backlog)

tags : pwp (without plot), ambiguous relationship, dry humping, grinding, heavy petting, kissing and making out, vaginal sex, riding, praise, dirty talk, slight mocking, use of pet names "angel", "pretty" "miss hunter". lmk if i missed any tags! ((unedited))

wc : ~1.5k

an : a small thing queued for a HAAPPPYYYY NOVEMBERRRRR 🥰 i know my kieran bias is showing again but. THIS WAS ACTUALLY REQUESTED???? i was jumping for joy when i saw a kieran req in my inbox omfg 😭😭

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KINKTOBER MASTERLIST / KO-FI JAR / COMMISSIONS

The party ends, and yet you can't keep your hands to yourselves.

You'd made many mistakes over the course of your life—some, then, including the ones you'd made tonight.

And the first was deciding to bring him along for your mission.

"Why me?"

His voice had taken a tone of firmly-set scorn the moment you'd brought it up. Despite the fact that his face had been obscured by the mask he so often worn, you could practically see the way his brows furrowed, anyway—in fact, he might as well have been rolling his eyes.

He didn't like being ordered around.

Not by you.

"Nothing, just… I thought you might want to come. If not, I'll just ask Luke or Sylus—"

Easy words.

He'd grabbed your hand in a heartbeat. Didn't say anything, didn't even shake his head. The action alone was enough.

You smiled.

"Okay. Tomorrow night at 9. Entrance of the Crown Plaza."

And it was simple enough, at least in your head. An invite, a request for direct aid… Sylus had grown fond of you; he wouldn't have minded you borrowing one of his henchmen…

But you hadn't calculated far enough.

That was your second mistake.

You should have known he wouldn't have made himself stand out any more than necessary by wearing his mask; you should have known he'd allow himself to blend in enough by matching the dress code as any guest would have. What else could you have expected him to do? Kieran was always thorough. Careful. If this was his brother accompanying you, things could have been different, but this was not Luke.

It was Kieran.

Kieran, who, despite not having the mask to conceal his expression, remained perfectly poised and perfectly calm. Kieran, who, despite being out of the comfort of his usual clothing, played exactly the part you'd required of him.

Kieran, who, as you walked up the steps into the venue, offered his arm for you to latch on to.

And you did.

That was your third mistake.

Not necessarily the first time you'd made it, and not necessarily an unfamiliar gesture for you to submit yourself to—but a mistake, nonetheless, at the reminder of how it felt like to be touched by him.

Looping your arm through his? That didn't last long.

He had his arm around your waist within minutes, drawing you to his side like—like you were his—

"You look pretty tonight, Miss Hunter."

He'd leaned down to whisper into your ear, and maybe it was the sound of his voice so close to you that made you shiver, or maybe it was the low tone he had—you were sure—purposely taken… or maybe it was the way he'd dared to place a slight, barely-there peck just behind the shell of your ear.

And then it was mistake, after mistake, after mistake, after mistake—

Until you'd be behind closed doors, and then there was no more getting out of anything that you had done tonight.

Not like this.

Not when you had him pressed against the couch, your dress riding up, legs dangling over his as you moved your hips against his crotch. Not a word was spoken, not yet—you were both too busy in the moment, lips melding together, tongues seeking purchase with the other. He would kiss you, and kiss you, and kiss you, and you would barely pull back for air before you cupped his cheek and smashed your lips back against his.

And whenever it got like this, the longer it went on, the more he unraveled, the messier all this became.

When he breathed you in, his back arched right into you. Your hips didn't at all shy away from moving over the bulge in his pants, allowing it to shape against your underwear and have you moan into the kiss at the friction. His hands, too, slid down your sides in sensual caresses—anything to pull you closer, anything to simply feel you.

"Mmmh, fuck."

His voice was raspy, low. Every little bit of it made your body tingle with desire, that it almost made you feel a little ashamed of it.

This time, however, he really did pull away—panting, eyes practically glazed over, lips swollen.

You cherished the image of it.

Though you were quite sure you weren't in any better of a visual state, those flushed cheeks, the messy hair… He was heedy with want, and whatever ounce of self control he usually had felt long gone.

His hands rest upon the small of your back then, and the squeeze at your ass, pushing you back against him, had you gasping.

He smirked.

"Yeah, you like that? Huh?"

Again.

His hands controlled your movements, kneading the flesh, allowing you to drag along his slacks. This way, you could feel the way he throbbed beneath you, poking at your clothed slit, your thighs twitching around him.

He was impossible.

"Nnnnnh, Kie… No fair, we should just fuck already…"

Your moans turned into whines, pathetic little humps against his cock, your damp panties soaking the fabric of his pants.

"Ha, needy."

That goddamn smirk.

He was scoffing at you, despite the strain of his own arousal against the confines of his trousers. And as much as you treasured having to see his face like this, you almost wished for his mask to be back on—if only to save you from that satisfied, smug little smirk, eyes shamelessly falling upon your breasts as you moved.

"K-Kie…!" you whined, grinding on him harder.

"Nah, not yet. You're pretty like this, angel."

"But—!"

"No. Buts. I said what I said."

"Kieran—!"

He rolled his eyes and placed a finger to your swollen lips, and you nearly had half a mind to take it into your mouth. "Shhhhh. Why don't you get yourself off, hm? You're already so wet, anyway."

Each movement brought a slick noise to your ears, and his smirk grew. Your arousal made it easier to move—coating his slacks, what was previously a damp spot now having spread over your panties to have it cling to your folds. You could feel his cock twitch, grazing against your clit—he would angle his hips just to hit it right there, every rub against it pulling a gasp from you.

"Oh, pretty, look at you…"

He cooed, leaning into your ear. "Naughty angel you are. Did you plan this? Invite me here to see you in this dress, tempt me to take you right then and there?"

"N-no… Y-you just…!"

"Seems like it, though. Can feel how wet you are. I could slide right in…"

Your eyes closed as you groaned, falling against him.

He was all too happy to oblige—cradling you in his arms, rubbing soft, smooth circles over your back before sliding back down to grope at your ass.

"D'you want me to?" he laughed softly into your hair. "That badly?"

"Please… Please, Kie, please—"

He thrust upwards, beginning to match your pace.

"Good things," he hissed, "come to those… who… wai—"

You weren't about to take any more of his teasing if you could help it.

With a click of your tongue, you reached down to push your panties to the side, hands making quick work of his zipper—You didn't even pause to take a good look at him, thick and throbbing in your hand as you guided it to your entrance.

"Shut up," you huffed at him. "You're the one who's been teasing me the whole night! This was your plan!"

He raised an eyebrow, and he didn't appear the least bit apologetic. "Oh, really? My bad."

Impossible.

Even as you sank down on his length and clutched at his suit jacket, willing yourself to take all of him—to the brim—and you whimpered into his chest.

"Shit… shit… Feels good, angel, fuck—"

He tugged you up by your hair to meet his lips, and then his hands were at your waist, and he was bouncing you on his cock—relentless, merciless, whether to pay you back for your teasing or whether out of the sheet desire that had overtaken him with how much he'd been holding back… the sound of skin slapping against skin mixed in seamlessly with both of your moans, and your head clouded.

"Kieran… Kieran…!"

You gasped and cried out his name, swallowed only back into the way his lips were back to claiming your own, the very same way your walls wrapped tightly around his cock.

"Mmmmm, pretty angel… Just like that… gonna fuck you so good."

He was true to his words as he abruptly flipped you to the side, spread out on the couch, your legs brought up to rest on his shoulder. It was his turn to make quick work of your clothing this time. The straps of your dress pulled downwards, bunching the fabric up by your waist, bra unhooked and strewn to the side. And again, and again, and again, and again, he would fuck himself into you, purposefully, lustfully.

Hair clung to his forehead, clumps stuck together with sweat, and he let out another low moan.

This time, he leaned down to bury his face into your neck.

"I just can't get emough of you at all."

It was going to be a long night.

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[love-and-deepspace-incorrect]

Luke: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Kieran: I sleep with a knife.

MC: Both of you are pathetic.

Luke: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

MC: Sylus.

[loveanddeepthroat]

MC: *barging into his office, holding their daughter*

MC: Where are the twins?

Sylus: They’re training. I don’t want them to be distur—

Daughter: *smiling sweetly* Muthafwucker.

MC: *raising an eyebrow at him*

Sylus: …

Sylus: *getting up* I’ll deal with them.

[scottiexmariee]

Social Media Headcanons

How I think the boys would be with various social media!

Masterlist

★ let's be real

★ Xav would follow you on everything.

★ he doesn't have an account? he's making one just to follow you and maybe Jeremiah if he's lucky

★ he would absolutely have your post notifications on too, would never admit that out loud though

★ don't worry he's definitely not checking to see who else likes your posts

★ interacts with 99% of your posts

★ would definitely attempt to post a "cute" candid pic of you, but in reality it's blurry as hell and completely mid

★ ^ "but I like that picture..."

★ I do think Xav would have a tiktok, but I think he'd be more of an observer than a poster

❄ aside from the Moments posts, I don't really see Zayne keeping up with a bunch of social media

❄ man is BUSY. I can't realistically imagine him doom scrolling through tiktok or twitter after a torturously long day at the hospital

❄ I REALLY feel like he would think tiktok is overstimulating or something

❄ but he would definitely sit with you like a good boy and watch some if you really wanted to show him something (bro is a closet softie, be fr)

❄ would definitely make occasional posts of you, like he does with the moment posts.

❄ probably dedicates his instagram to scenery pictures

❄ is definitely in your comments with his dry ass humor

♥ most definitely has every single type of social media

♥ twitter, instagram, tiktok, etc. all of it

♥ whether or not he runs the accounts? probably not most of them (ily Thomas)

♥ Raf is funny af, if you've seen the "sound was crisp 10/10" moment post you know what I'm talking about. I just know there'd be a GOLDMINE of similar posts on his personal twitter

♥ can totally see him being dramatic and sending you tiktoks of things he wants to do

♥ for exanple

♥ he sends you a video of a couple at the beach, holding hands and walking by the water

♥ after sending the tiktok, he'd say something like "must be nice"

♥ ^ "Rafayel do you want to go for a walk on the beach?"

♥ ^ "well, I was gunna work on a painting... buuut since you asked so nicely, be here in 10 cutie,"

♦ okay listen

♦ this man would be gassing you up in your instagram comments (personal hype man? oh yes, absolutely)

♦ man also has no problem showing you off, you're def getting posted. bro adores you. immediate hard launch, zero shits given

♦ sometimes he posts vague ass shit on moments that only you (and maybe the twins) would understand, so I definitely see that carrying over to other platforms

♦ imagine him cryptic posting on twitter

♦ ^ "the sky is a little darker than normal today" and he's literally just being petty because you forgot to send a good morning text

♦ as for tiktok, I can absolutely see you having to explain to him wtf a tiktok even is

♦ "Why not just post it on Moments? I don't understand why it needs a whole different platform."

♦ ^ he'd definitely make an account though, simply because you asked

♦ if he posts anything on tiktok at all, it would probably be him using an alloy ammo box as a grill or something (iykyk), or reposting things that you posted

BONUS: Luke & Kieran

-Let's be fr, Luke & Kieran would most definitely be shitposters

-They are funny as HELL

-Brainrot fyp on tiktok = Luke and Kieran

-Their social media would absolutely be chaos but I'm here for it

[eve-dawntower]

Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce my children.

They're so damn cute!!! Best NPC so far. ❤️

[obbystars]

Luke and Kieran: 🥺✨

Sylus: No, I am not calling you two “good boys,” that errand was shit.

Luke and Kieran: 😭

[usagiumiko3]

[pikaberi]

baby crows 🐦‍⬛

[amazingfandommomarch]

*The Squad using an Ouija board*

Sylus : Tell us… Is there a spirit in this house?

Spirit, through the board: YES.

Kieran : Great! Rent is due on the first of the month.

Mc : Oh, and movie night is on Friday if you want to hang out.

Spirit: WAIT, WHAT—

[sainteplays]

twins returned to onychinus’ base after completing a mission that sylus gave them

luke, as he sees sylus walk by: oh, hey boss! did you get my report on the murder?

sylus, to the twins: yeah i looked it over. nice work

luke: good. thanks dad

(everyone stops what theyre doing to stare at luke)

luke: why is everyone staring at me

mc: you just called sylus ‘dad’. you said ‘thanks dad’

luke: what? no i didnt i said ‘thanks man’

sylus: do you see me as a father figure luke?

luke: no! if anything i see you as a bother figure cause youre always bothering me

kieran: hey! show your father some respect

luke: i didnt call him dad!

sylus: no no no no luke. i take it as a compliment

random onychinus member: its not a big deal. i called vivian ‘mom’ once and shes my fiancée

luke: guys, jump on that. he has psycho sexual issues

another random onychinus member: old news! but you calling sylus ‘daddy’

luke: hey, daddy is not on the table here

traitor they kidnapped: but you did call him dad, dude

luke: you shut up. youve done nothing but lie since you got here

traitor: alright alright, i was lying about the hold up but

the dad thing, that happened

luke, still trying to argue his way out of his embarrassment: aha! he admitted that his alibi was a lie. it was a trap, all part of my crazy devious plan

sylus: i believe you…

luke: thank you

sylus: … son

luke sighs, knowing he’s never gonna live this down

sylus: you wanna talk about this later over a… game of catch

luke: …i’d like that

(a/n: script taken from brooklyn 99; i literally had this pop up in my head after waking up from my nap)

[snail-sir]

My take on the twins

I would love to be their partner in crimes PLEASE THEY'RE SO CUTE

[love-and-deepspace-incorrect]

Luke: ARE YOU-

Kieran: Fucking.

Luke: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

Kieran: Fucking.

Luke: IDIOT!

MC: …What was that?

Sylus: I banned Luke from swearing, so Kieran is helping him out.

[loveanddeepthroat]

Kieran: *doodling at the table*

MC: *sneaking a look* Oh wow. You’re quite artistic.

Kieran: I’d prefer to get a doctor’s opinion on that.

MC: …

MC: Art-istic.

Luke: Don’t listen to her, man. She’s not perfect, either.

Sylus: *pinching the bridge of his nose* Give me strength…YOU! DRAW! GOOD!

[tumbling-through-deepspace]

Shenanigans with LADS men x Lyssa

Numero 11.

Mephisto will not be excluded

Others will be subjected to the madness 🤭

Mephisto

Lyssa: "I think we need a vacation. Just you and I. Together from the madness that is my life and you from Sylus and the twins.

Mephisto snuggled on her tummy: "CAW, CAW, CAW."

Lyssa: "Oh please. I can stop him from tracking you. All I have to do is fill you with my Evol."

Mephisto gave her a I-know-you-lying look.

Lyssa laughed. "I'm not! Honest. I've done it before. So where do you want us to go?"

[otomedomme]

Sylus calling MC kitten is always funny and unserious to me. I think about the possibility of Luke & Kierran overhearing then asking about it. "Did I just hear the boss call you a kitten?"

What if you answer the twins "That's because Sylus is a furry" do you think they'd believe it?

Bro I'm gonna be totally real with you-

YES.

Or like yes in the fact that they'll use it as ammo to tease Sylus but also might convince themselves it's true.

I'm sorry the twins give me the vibe they share like three braincells between each other XD

[obbystars]

I’m actually struggling so much so I need to ask if anyone has their own hcs/interpretations for Luke and Kieran (maybe throw in Sylus too while you’re