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Saints leader! Kenneth Smith (OC) x Y/n (F!reader)

Authors note: This is my first time writing an OC x Y/n fic. This was originally written for my OC Paige, but changed it. Also, I didn't proofread, did my best 😅😅😅

Requested by @bellathephoenix

Word count: lost track, probably 2k.

Warnings: Language. Smut. Mentions of drug use. Mentions of baby trapping. Degradation. Gothic stripper reader?. Saints Leader Kenneth is a lot more manipulative, possessive, and an overall asshole compared to any other version of him. COD Kenneth would hate him.

Ai "art" of Saints leader Kenneth

Being the leader of the 3rd Street Saints wasn't always easy, but it did have its pros. Being able to take over the city of Steelport since they weren't able to go back to Stillwater. Make themselves home here.

Kenneth Smith, the charming and charismatic leader, who was once a respected Canadian Army lieutenant, turned to the dark side and became a notorious gang leader who demanded respect. Making sure he was feared by many. He wanted to be seen as a king, but even a king needed his queen.

Him along with his two of his lieutenants. Pierce and Shaundi stand by his side as they plot to take over Steelport and eliminate all other rival gangs.

S.T.A.G included who's been arresting and killing anyone involved in any of the city gangs.

"Those assholes has been a thorn in our side for far too long," he growled. "But we'll deal with them soon enough."

Once they had their plan settled against S.T.A.G and all the other gangs, they headed to the penthouse for the party. Alcohol, drugs, and strippers waiting.

He stood up from his chair and they made their way towards the penthouse, followed closely by his lieutenants and an entourage of loyal Saints members.

They exit the elevator leading into the penthouse. The smell of alcohol, expensive cigars, and a variety of scents. Images and acts of debauchery.

Kenneth's eyes swept over the scene before him, taking in the sights and sounds of the decadent party. He smiled approvingly, pleased with how things were progressing.

Saint members having a great time at the party. Various members getting lap dances and participating in various acts that involve sex and drugs. He watched from a distance, enjoying the spectacle of his members letting loose and living it up. He allowed himself a moment of indulgence, sipping on a glass of expensive scotch and surveying the scene. "It's good to be king." he says to himself.

He stands at the top of the stairs, watching everyone. Scanning the room, his eyes landed on one stripper in particular. Long black hair, dark makeup, pale skin wearing black skimpy lace lingerie, very revealing. A gothic beauty.

His eyes locked onto the gothic beauty, a smirk playing at his lips. He made his way through the crowd, his presence commanding attention even when he didn't try to assert it. "Well, well."

She stood out from the other strippers. All the other girls wore bright colors and had some sort of cliché gimmick.

His voice lowered to a silky murmur as he approached her. "I think you're my favorite kind of woman."

She spins on the pole before realizing who had approached her. "Really? Is that so?." she asks, a smirk on her lips.

He smirked back, his eyes never leaving hers. "Absolutely. You're the perfect kind of woman to keep a man entertained."

She's much more attractive up close. "Oh, I can definitely entertain you in many different ways." she purrs, undoing her top, revealing X shaped pasties covering her nipples.

His eyes glittered with hunger and anticipation as he watched her remove her top. "I think you might be my favorite entertainer in this entire room," he murmured. "Come here, beautiful.". She gets off the small stage, now standing in front of him.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her body against his. His free hand traced delicate patterns on her exposed skin, his thumb teasingly brushing over one of her hardened nipples. "You're even better than I imagined."

"I bet you say that to all the girls." she teases him.

Kenneth chuckled softly, his lips brushing against her ear. "Only the ones who deserve it," he murmured. "And I think you're about to find out just how much I mean that."

She bites her lip and gently pushes him onto a recliner near where she was dancing. Now, giving him a lap dance.

His eyes grew darker as he watched her perform her sensual dance, his breath coming faster. His hands reached out to grab her hips, pulling her closer to him. "Fuck, you're something else."

"You can have any girl dance on you, and you chose the weird one." she murmurs into his ear as the music gets louder, and party gets rowdier.

He chuckle vibrated through her body as he held onto her hips, his arousal clear even through the fabric of his pants. His voice dropped to a husky whisper. "You're not weird, you're fucking perfect."

She notices and touches his erect member through his slacks. His eyes widened slightly at the surprise touch, but he didn't pull away. Instead, his grip on her hips tightened, pulling her closer. "So... impatient." he murmured. "I like that."

*a few days later*

"You won't regret it, sir." Her voice low and seductive.

His lips curled into a predatory grin, his hand tightening on Y/n's waist "I doubt that, my dear. I never regret my conquests."

She giggled, her head tilting slightly to the side. "Oh? Well then, let's go see what you've been missing out on." She took a step back, letting her body sway enticingly as she looked him up and down.

Kenneth's eyes followed her swaying body, a predatory glint in his eyes. He stepped closer to her, his hand running down her arm, before wrapping it around her waist once more. "Lead the way," he purred, his lips hovering close to her ear.

Y/n smirked and started walking towards a nearby alleyway, her hips swaying in a hypnotic rhythm. She glanced back at him over her shoulder, her eyes filled with mischief. "Don't worry, I won't bite... too hard."

Kenneth chuckled darkly, his hand tightening on her waist "I'm counting on that, Y/n." As they entered the alleyway, he pushed her against the wall, his lips descending upon hers in a bruising kiss.

She moaned into the kiss, her body melting against his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as their tongues danced together. Her lips were warm and inviting, teasing him with a taste of what was to come.

Kenneth's hand slid up Y/n's back, tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss. He growled low in his throat, his other hand trailing down her side possessively.

Her breath hitched as she felt his hands on her, her body arching into his touch. She broke the kiss with a soft gasp, her forehead resting against his. "Take me home with you," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

He smirked down at her, his eyes glinting with an almost predatory gleam. "I thought you'd never ask," he replied smoothly, his hand slipping from her waist to the small of her back as he led her out of the alleyway.

She followed him out of the alleyway, her heart racing with anticipation. She couldn't believe she was actually going home with a client, let alone one as handsome, intriguing, and powerful as Kenneth.

He led her to his private, luxurious apartment on the other side of Steelport. Getting into his Bugatti and driving beyond the speed limit. When they get to his place, the lights dim and soft music playing in the background. He poured them both a glass of expensive wine before taking her by the hand and leading her towards his bedroom.

She followed him into the dimly lit bedroom, her eyes widening at the opulence of it all. She couldn't believe she was in this kind of luxury, let alone with a man like Kenneth.

He locked the door behind them and turned to face her, his eyes hungrily roaming over her body. He took another sip of his wine before setting it down on a nearby table. "Now, Y/n." he purred, taking a step closer to her.

Y/n watched him warily, her pulse racing. She knew what she was getting into and was more than willing to play along, but she wasn't about to make it easy for him.

"You know what I want, and I think you're going to enjoy it." He reached out and slowly ran his fingers down her bare arm, sending shivers up her spine. "Don't fight it, Y/n. This is your chance to live like royalty."

Y/n swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She met his gaze head-on, a mixture of fear and desire flashing in her eyes. "I'm not afraid of a little danger," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the music.

Kenneth smiled at her bravado, but there was an edge to his expression that made it clear he wasn't someone to be trifled with. "Good," he said simply, taking another step closer. "Because I'm going to enjoy breaking you in."

She braced herself for his advance, her body tense with anticipation. She was no stranger to danger or the darker side of life, but there was something about him that made her feel both terrified and electrified.

He pressed his body against hers, his lips inches from her ear as he whispered, "You're going to be mine, Y/n. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

She shivered at his words, feeling the heat of his body against hers. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but the thrill of it was too much to resist. "I'm all yours," she breathed, her voice trembling slightly.

He took her words as a challenge, his lips curling into a predatory smile. "Good," he growled, pulling her closer and kissing her passionately. His hands roamed over her body, teasing and caressing as he pushed her boundaries further.

She melted into the kiss, losing herself in the heat of the moment. She gasped as his hands moved lower, his fingers teasing the sensitive flesh between her thighs. She wanted to resist, but the fire in her belly was too powerful to ignore.

Kenneth smirked, pleased with her response. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, stroking her with just the right amount of pressure. "I can give you more...so much more."

Y/n moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed. "Yes," she breathed, arching her back as he continued his ministrations. "Please...more."

He chuckled darkly, his fingers dipping inside her wetness. He teased her entrance before slowly pushing one finger inside, feeling her tightness around him. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned, beginning to thrust his finger in and out of her.

She gasped at the intrusion, both from the pleasure and the pain. She bit her lip, trying to keep from crying out as he took her. She wanted this man, but she knew there would be consequences for giving in to him completely.

Kenneth didn't care about the consequences. He was used to getting what he wanted, and now that he had Y/n within his grasp, nothing was going to stop him. His thumb brushed against her clit, driving her crazy with desire.

She cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure as she came undone around Kenneth's fingers. He was relentless, pushing her further and further into submission.

He smiled darkly as he felt her body shudder under his touch. He pulled his fingers out of her, watching the mix of pleasure and pain on her face. "You're fucking mine, Y/n." he growled, pushing his hard cock against her entrance.

With a cry, she felt her body being forced open by Kenneth's large, thick cock. It hurt, but the pleasure was too intense to resist. She bit her lip, trying to stay silent as he drove into her. He was claiming her, just as he warned he would.

He groaned as he felt her tightness squeeze around him. He began to thrust in and out, taking her with forceful strokes that left no doubt as to who was in control.

Y/n gasped with each thrust, her body bouncing against Kenneth's. She closed her eyes, unable to bear the intense sensations coursing through her. He was rough, demanding, but it was exhilarating in a way she'd never experienced before.

Kenneth took pleasure in the way Y/n reacted to his touch. He knew he had her right where he wanted her, and he wasn't about to let go anytime soon. His hips slapped against hers in a rhythm that was both violent and erotic.

Her body shook as his harsh movements drove her further into the depths of pleasure and pain. Her cries mingled with his grunts, creating a sensual symphony of lust and dominance.

He felt the walls of her pussy clenching around his cock, signaling her impending climax. He increased his pace, taking her harder and faster, determined to push her over the edge.

He took her violently, possessively, and aggressively.

Kenneth groaned, his fingers digging into Y/n's hips as he felt her walls pulsing around him. He continued to thrust in and out of her, claiming her body as his own.

Pinning her to the bed, fucking her stupid and submissive. "Such a good little whore." he growls.

He looked down at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're mine, sweetheart. Mine to fuck, mine to own." He continued to pound into her, his thrusts growing deeper and more forceful with each passing moment.

She whimpered as Kenneth's words sent shivers down her spine. She arched her back, surrendering to the intense sensations coursing through her body. Her nipples hardened under his rough hands, and she could feel herself getting wetter by the second.

He watched as Y/n's body responded to his touch, her breasts swelling under his palms. He moved one hand down to stroke her clit, rubbing it in a circular motion as he continued to thrust into her.

She cried out, her orgasm crashing down on her like a wave. Her body convulsed under Kenneth's, and she felt herself spasming around his cock.

He grinned as he felt her muscles tighten around him. "That's it, baby. Cum for daddy." he growled, pulling her closer to him as he continued his relentless assault on her body.

She screamed his name, lost in the vortex of pleasure and pain. She couldn't even process what was happening. All she knew was that she was his, and he was taking her in a way that left no doubts about their newfound connection.

He felt the walls of her pussy clenching around his cock as he finally reached his climax. He drove into her with one final, powerful thrust and let go, groaning loudly as he filled her up with his seed.

Y/n felt Kenneth's hot cum shooting into her womb, claiming her completely. She was his now, forever marked by this intense and primal experience.

He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. "You're mine now, Y/n. No one else's." He nuzzled his face into her neck, inhaling her scent. "And I'm never letting you go."

She lay beneath him, still trembling from the force of their encounter. She stared up at him, feeling her heart race at his words. This was something she had never expected or even wanted, but now that it was happening, she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards him.

Kenneth ran his hand down her body, tracing the lines of her hips and thighs. "You're my little whore." he repeated, this time with a sense of ownership that made her shiver.

Y/n couldn't find the words to respond. All she could do was lay there, feeling his touch and wondering what this new chapter in her life held for her.

Slowly, he lifted himself off of Y/n, still maintaining eye contact with her. His cock twitched, leaving a slick trail of pre-cum on her stomach. "You will learn to respect me, Y/n."

She nodded slowly. "Yes, sir." Her voice was little more than a whisper, but it carried with it an unmistakable note of submission.

Kenneth's lips curled into a smirk. "Good girl," he murmured before turning away from her and pulling on his pants.

She watched him dress, her heart racing with a mix of fear and anticipation. She couldn't help but wonder what he had planned for her next.

Her spun around, his gaze sweeping over Paige once more. "You know what you have to do now," he growled out.

She swallowed hard, nodding slowly. "Yes, sir." She forced herself to stand up, her legs shaking slightly underneath her.

He stepped closer to her, his eyes boring into hers. "Don't forget who you belong to now," he warned before grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back forcefully.

Y/n let out a gasp as Kenneth's rough hand tangled in her hair. "I won't, sir." she whispered, her voice trembling with fear and uncertainty.

Kenneth released her hair, satisfied with her response. "Good girl," he repeated before turning and walking out of the room, leaving her alone and trembling on the bed.

She stayed where she was, trying to calm her racing heart as she listened to Kenneth's footsteps fade away. She couldn't help but feel a sense of dread about what was coming next.

He walked down the hall, his mind already turning to the next task at hand. The Saints were growing stronger by the day, and he would stop at nothing to ensure their dominance.

Owning 80% of the city of Steelport. His hourly income being $23,000+, from owning properties and investing. Kenneth Smith is a rich and powerful man who can and will do and have whatever he wants. The Saints will own and run the city. As time went on. He he fucks Y/n every night, vaginally, anally or orally, he'll fuck her.

Kenneth chuckled darkly as he thought about their growing empire. The Third Street Saints were unstoppable, and everyone knew it. He couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction when he thought about how easily he controlled Y/n.

He turned a stripper into his personal fucktoy.

Kenneth grinned wickedly, his eyes gleaming with the unyielding power he held over others. He knew that fear was the most effective tool for control, and she was already trembling at the thought of disobeying him.

She shivered as she heard his footsteps fade away, her mind racing with thoughts of what he might do to her next. She hated him, but she couldn't deny the thrill she got from his twisted games.

His mind drifted back to Y/n, his cock already starting to stir once more. He had big plans for her, plans that would not only satisfy his desires but also further cement her place in the Saints' organization.

She sighed, her body feeling heavy and used. She hated herself for being so weak around him, but she couldn't help it. He had a hold on her that was almost impossible to break free from.

His smirk grew wider as he thought about the power he wielded over Y/n. He enjoyed seeing her squirm under his control, knowing that she was nothing but a puppet he could manipulate at will. In addition to her nightly "duties,"

Her weakness was a source of power for Kenneth. He enjoyed watching her squirm under his control, knowing that she was nothing but a pawn in his game. It gave him a sense of dominance and satisfaction to see her submit so willingly to his every whim.

He knew what he was doing. He was gonna baby-trap Y/n. She needed him, and she knew it. He chuckled darkly as he thought about Y/n's predicament. She was his now, and he had no intention of letting her go. As they lay together in the afterglow of their passion, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over him.

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whoredmode · 2 years

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Re: "How would your OCs interact with my OCs"

I'm glad lego answered this as a ask because otherwise I'd have no clue of the best way to do so <- still new to tumblr

In SR1 Casey is 15/16, claims to be 18/19, looks more like a very tall 13yo, so if she met Anteros she would probably see him in the same way as the Saints when she first meets them which is impressed/intimidated/has a very brief crush on them (ok not the latter for Julius but that's cos she has some serious daddy issues around him; 'trying to kill each other was our playing catch' etc etc etc). Meanwhile based on their dates of birth Anteros is 8 years older than her and she barely talks so he'd probably have the prevailing view most people do when they meet her at that age which is "this child is very angry, who gave them a gun?" (I suspect he'd also know the answer to that question).

SR2 is SR2 so I feel like most versions of the Boss from that era are going to be kind of scary; I doubt how much they could really form a conversation without accidentally or purposefully killing each other unless Johnny could intervene. Shit, you know it's bad when Gat has to be a peacekeeper.

Pre or during SR3 it depends if she was in 'I have a public appearance' mode or 'I'm wearing t shirts and hoodies and sunglasses because the syndicate are watching' mode because combined with how she talks and being a bit uh... whorey... that tends to exacerbate the perception that she is an idiot. But she has found her confidence and her friendly side so if they talked enough to actually get through to a real conversation they could certainly bond over being bisexual, Jane Austen/literature in general?, and their intelligence being underestimated. One would hope their Greek mythology names would be a talking point since her birth name is Cassandra but lets face it she's not telling anyone her name at this stage. Unless they actually managed to corroborate that they are essentially AU versions of each other. I guess maybe he enjoys the fame? Whereas she sees it as a bit of a chore but a necessary evil to maintain money/power/avoiding the consequences of her actions.

Post-SRIV, she becomes a lot more calm and controlled as she hits 30 but then idk how much your SRTT/SRIV rewrite deviates from the canon so I can just imagine Casey casually describing the events of SRIV/GOOH as they happen in-game and Anteros slowly backing away thinking something along the lines of "This woman is certifiably batshit.". Actually I'd love it if they met then. That sounds fucking hilarious.

How would your OC interact with my OC?

it’s all cool; honestly a good rule of thumb re: how to answer stuff is that sending asks tends to be the easiest way, at least for me, because this is a sideblog and replies can be more cumbersome on sideblogs.

anyway. i’ll put a cut since this is a long post haha

during sr1 era he probably wouldn’t hang out with casey much? even if she says she’s 18-19, he still thinks she looks way too young and doesn’t want to be in charge of watching her😭 (and tbh probably catches her lie fairly quickly but keeps it to himself). overall probably just would not think much of her at that time.

sr2 is pretty much always gonna be the same answer regardless of characters haha😭 they’re just gonna be argumentative and butting heads the whole time. johnny being peacekeeper is a funny mental image. then again i don’t think pierce or shaundi is gonna do much at that time anyway. they’ll watch and bet who throws the first punch.

srtt anteros is a lot more amicable comparatively so if they did have an extended conversation they could probably find some common ground. bisexuality and literature is a good starting point lol. the greek names connection is also super interesting; tbh if she’s familiar enough with it she could be the first person to actually know where his name came from, and he’d definitely be impressed with that.

and yeah i don’t consider all the alien stuff from sriv canon (so i guess that’s. all of it then.) BUT if somehow they met and she started describing all that he would just be laughing incredulously the whole time. he’s like y’know what. sounds good. at this point he’s hoping the aliens come he’s tired.

#asks #thank you! this was so much fun to read

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