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#kenny ackerman x reader
umeoniii · 1 year
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breeding w/ aot men 4 100 followers!
starring: eren, levi, reiner, kenny , & armin
!: fem bodied reader, nsfw, breeding kink obvi, eren bein a meanie, orgasm denial kinda in erens, age gap 4 kenny, lil bit of toxic relationship in armins, lowkey all the men are whiny ;)
a/n: rq ik yall looking like “KENNY?! LEVIS FUCKING UNCLE KENNY?!” YES, please guys you guys don’t understand how bad i need this old man, i want him to breed me frl. also for any1 new jean isn’t on here bcs i literally just did breeding 4 him!!
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eren:
 “so fuckin’ good for me.” eren panted, thrusting his dick into you. you never thought joking about wanting a baby to eren was gonna result to him putting you in a mating press on the bed. 
“hell yeah eren i would love a baby. a cute lil’ mini us. wouldn’t that be amazing.” you laughed holding up some baby clothes to your figure.
“what if i were to give you one?” he asked with a straight face looking at one of the shirts. it was a cute pink onesie that said “daddy’s girl.” 
you ignored him trying not to start anything in the store. 
on the way home you saw a look in his eyes through the mirror. you knew the look, the look of aggression and hunger. he was serious about the question he asked in the store, you weren’t.
when you got home and started to cook in the kitchen he came behind you, huge hands placed on your hips. he stood behind you his head placed in the crook of your neck. you sat quiet, waiting for him to speak first. 
“i was serious y/n.” he paused, digging his nails into your hips, kneeding the flesh. “i actually wan’ get ya’ pregnant. you’d be so cute, we’d be tied for life.” he said, you felt his stare burn holes into you. 
you put down the wooden spoon and stopped stirring the pasta. “s-sure.” you mumbled under your breath. 
“sure what? that didn’t specify anything.” you felt his hot breath against your neck, goosebumps started to raise throughout your body. 
“you can attempt to get me pregnant.” you turned towards him seeing the greedy look in his green eyes. he walked off to your bedroom leaving you standing before the stove. 
you turned around turning off the stove and walked to your bedroom where you saw eren sitting on the bed fully undressed with nothing on but the necklace you had got him with your initial on it.
as soon as you got in the room he pulled down your trousers and panties, pushing you onto the bed. he pushed your thighs up to your boobs leaving your tummy with slight rolls. 
“i don’t even feel like taking off that fuckin’ shirt, need to get you filled.” 
he muttered aligning his cock to your achy hole. 
he rubbed his tip through your folds then your clit. he smirked while teasing you. 
“eren st-“ you gasped as he pushed himself into you so aggressively. his long strands of brown hair tickled your face as he thrusted into you squeezing your thighs. 
“ m’ for reals baby, im gonna knock you up , you can’t do anything about it.” he groaned holding your shaky form close to his broad chest. 
“fuck eren, feels so good.” you whined grabbing at his back. 
“i bet it does you slut.”
if this is how it felt to have eren impregnate you, you’d have 1 million kids. your brain was still foggy as you saw his bulge in your abdomen.
“you feel so fuckin good, u want the baby to be in you just like i am right?” he said chuckling to himself.  you nodded eyes tightly shut.  you felt his heavy balls slapping your pussy. 
you felt as he slid his hands under your shirt, playing with your  hardened nipples. you yelped softly from the contact. he quickly bought your lips together, kissing you harshly. his tongue swirling around your mouth and licking at your lips and cheek. 
he backed up away from the kiss.
“im gonna cum into your pretty pussy, ‘n give you so many kids.” he groaned into your ear, his fat cock twitching and pulsing inside of you. you looked at him as his eyebrows knitted together.
 he moaned and grunted as he released his seed into you. “fuck fuck fuck.” he gripped onto you breasts harder. 
he pulled out kissing you on the cheek. 
“don’t worry about cumming baby, we’ve got plenty more times we’re gonna try.” he panted.
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levi:  
levi gave you a confused look asking you to repeat what you just said. 
“i said i wanna have your baby.” you said looking up at him. 
“please vi’ baby, i think im ready to have a baby, i know it’s a big responsibility but we can do it.” you whined while he still looked at you confused. 
“im not sure y/n. the way you talk about a baby… it sounds like you’re begging for a puppy.” he scoffs looking at you laying on his belly. 
you turned around away from him. and the two of you sat in silence for a while. 
levi was contemplating it, children were a lot and they’d be there for your whole life. he didn’t really have an issue, he wanted you to prove just how much you wanted a child though.
“how do i know you just don’t wanna have sex, unprotected at that?” he said.
you laughed softly to yourself, “no im so serious, i actually have very bad baby fever. i want you to be a daddy levi.” you turned looking at him with a sparkle in your eyes and a cute smile. 
the way the word slipped out of your mouth, daddy, it aroused him. he wanted you to say it more. 
“okay then.” he said sitting up and patting his lap. 
you sat down on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck giving him a soft kiss on the lips. he ran his hands up and down your body looking up at you. he pulled off all of your clothes and you took off his. 
he was quick to attach his mouth to your breasts licking and sucking on your sensitive buds. he squeezed and played with your free breast. you looked and ran your fingers through his raven black hair, slowly riding his thigh hoping he wouldn’t notice. 
he continued licking, leaving your breasts warm, you gasped and moaned from the pleasure he gave you. 
“shit, i want you on my cock hun.” he detached from your breast a string of saliva following. 
you moved his erect dick and lowered yourself onto him. you both groaned when he was inside. 
you held levi close to your chest as you started riding him slowly, soft grunts escaping both of your lips occasionally. it felt so good having him inside of you, he made you feel like you were on a one way trip to heaven. he knew just the way to touch you, just the way to thrust. you heard him mumbling from inside your breasts. 
“cant wait to be a daddy for you. for us. and for you to be a mama. you’ll do so good, you’re already a good mommy without a baby inside you.” 
your soft thighs and his rubbed together, your cream coating his cock. you went blank as you felt your orgasm coming, levi’s head was still close to your chest. 
“im about to cum levi. are you close baby?” you brought his head up with you finger tips.
he nodded, his eyes shutting close. 
you continued riding him feeling him get deeper. you felt your orgasm wash over you like a wave. you came undone, feeling euphoric as you held levi close. 
he felt how you tightened around him and held you tightly. whispering inaudibly about how much he loved you. 
cumming inside of you he held you closely, groaning into the crook of your neck.  
you sat catching your breath, feeling your cum and his seep onto his lap slowly. you looked into his eyes in a daze. he was out of it as well, he leaned back onto the head board holding you to his chest. 
he kissed your head rubbing your back slowly. you couldn’t wait to have his children.
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reiner: 
you and reiner had just came back from dinner. he had taken you to a rooftop restaurant for your anniversary, never settling for less. 
you had entered the cool apartment sending a chill down your spine.  the two of you sat on the couch, the lights and moon from outside being the only thing illuminating the two of you.
you and reiner had a little bit much to drink, you could tell by the way his grabby hands lingered on your body. he pulled you closer, sitting you on his lap. your ass brushed against his hard cock. he kissed at your neck the scent of tequila persistently swaying in the air as he whispered in your ear. 
“fuck y/n i love you, i got you some more gifts, they’re gonna be here tomorrow.” 
“okay reiner.” you groaned rubbing his leg.
he kissed you on the cheek, his stubbly beard and mustache scratching you softly. 
“that necklace looks so good on you babe.” he said looking at the pendant.
you smiled at him, kissing him on the lips.
“fuck, i need you so much baby, let me show you how much i need you.” he whispered into your ear. you looked at him and brought your hands to his hard cock, palming him through his pants. 
“really?” you whispered teasingly
“yes really” he breathed shakily 
he didn’t even wait for an answer, he grabbed your cheeks pulling you into an aggressively hungry kiss. squeezing your fleshy ass in the process. 
still making out with him, you worked your hands down twoards reiner’s pants. unbuttoning them, you slid your hand into his underwear pumping him softly. the kiss started to vibrate as he moaned from the pleasure. 
“fuck y/n you gotta stop before i cum already.” he laughed breathily. 
he layed you on your stomach onto the couch, pulling off your red silk dress, underwear and bra.
“fuck you’re such a cutie y/n, seeing you like this is enough to make me finish.” he pushed your hair behind your ear to whisper.
he pulled down his pants, and boxes freeing his fat cock. his crimson tip leaky with precum.
he put his large hands over your ass for leverage, shoving himself into you as quick as possible. 
the sudden feeling of being full prompted you to yelp inside of the fluffy pillows on the couch. 
“fuck baby you’re so wet and tight, im already outta breath. gonna make you feel so good.” he grunted thrusting slowly. 
you whined as he thrusted very slowly, hands on both sides of your waist. 
“reiner go faster.” you hiccuped, his slow pace doing almost nothing for you. 
he sped up a little, whimpering in the process. 
“you feel so good y/n ‘m gonna fuck a baby into you. ‘s gonna feel so good.” he said as he stuffed his cock in between your puffy lips.
he leaned down, his chest making close contact to your back. 
“you love it dont you y/n?” his deep sultry voice whispered into your ear. 
he sped up his pace, his balls slapping your ass and the back of your thighs. 
you mewled deeply into the pillow, black stains now covering them from the mascara running down your cheeks. 
“just like that reiner, so so good.” 
he gripped your hair, the sound of your bodies slapping together being the only sound in the whole apartment.
reiner’s pace started to slow as he was getting closer. his hips bucking into your thighs. 
“ im gonna cum inside of you gorgeous.” he said as he filled you up, his pace becoming irregular as he tried to get you to finish. 
you cried out his name into the pillow, your nails digging into the arm of the velvet couch. 
your pussy tightened around his cock, draining him even more as you came all over his dick. 
he pulled out of you slowly, your cum and his spilled out of your pussy onto your thighs. 
 reiner fell on top of your back laying down on your. kissing your back and your cheeks.
“happy anniversary gorgeous.”
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kenny: 
“yer’ quiet the lively one ain’tcha?” you looked up at the older man hovering over you. 
“yes, sir’” you said, completely stopping from dancing. 
“ya know, you’re a very beautiful girl. how’d you like to party with a cowboy, i can tell it wouldn’t be your first rodeo.” he winked 
you thought about it long and hard. he was clearly way older than you, but oddly enough he was attractive for a man who could be your father, hell maybe even your grandfather. he stood very tall, black hair to his shoulders and a cowboy hat. 
you did question why a random older guy came up to you asking for sex. maybe it was the way you had dressed tonight. or maybe the way you were dancing provocatively onto a few girls you had met earlier that night. 
either way you weren’t gonna fuck an old guy with no money. 
“so how bout’ it?” he said grinning over you.
“ $350, no lower.” you stated, staring at your pedicured nails. walking over to a table sitting down with your drink. 
“why so high? you’re not tryna trouble an old man like me are ya?”  he said jokingly sitting next to you, alcohol lingering from his breath. 
“im serious, it wouldn’t go well with my conscious having sex with an old man for no money.” you looked at him batting your eyelashes. 
“what are ya, a prostitue?” 
“no, i just have morals and having sex with a man well over 40 ain’t one of ‘em.” 
he chuckled.
“just cause you’re stubborn i’ll give you $400.” 
“really?!” you looked over at him, pupils large. 
“yeah, what’s your name sweetie?”
“what’s yours”
“i asked you first darlin’ “ he said slightly aggravated 
“i’ll only tell you if you tell me first.” you slurped your caipirinha. 
“you can call me kenny hun’ “ he rubbed your thigh.
“it’s y/n” 
“that’s a very pretty name, say y/n let’s take it on somewhere else.” 
you nodded. 
you thought he was gonna take you somewhere more civilized. like a motel or his home. instead he took you out to his truck, it was surprisingly not that messy. he pushed you into the back seat and ordered you to take off your clothes.
“are you gonna at least take me to a motel or something?” you whined aggravated.
“im a busy man princess, i can but just know it’s gonna come out of that $400.” he chuckled holding your chin.
“fine.” you removed your clothes.
he looked over you, “you’ve got a mighty fine body.” he said groping your breasts. soft mewls leaving your mouth. 
he licked at your soft nipples, turning hard from his warm tongue. he bit and sucked on your bud causing you to writhe in his padded car seat. he licked down your whole body to your soaking wet pussy.
“yer’ cunnie’s even cuter.” he groaned kissing your folds. he slipped his long thin fingers inside of you, curling them slightly going in and out. 
you covered your mouth in attempts not to let him know that it felt nice. 
“it’s okay pretty, sing for me.” he smirked rubbing at your thighs. 
he took off his hat putting it onto your head. he removed his fingers replacing them with his mouth. smacking and slurping at your pussy while rubbing your clit. 
“feels so good, mr kenny sir.” you gasped your hands entangled into his dark black hair. he stuffed his tongue into your tight hole, rubbing just the right spots. 
it felt great, until he stopped. before you can inquire why, he undid his belt, pulling down his trousers, revealing his happy trail, then his hard heavy dick. 
he spread your legs then sat in between them, entering himself
into you. he pulled you onto his lap  as he started fucking you. your held him tightly moaning his name aloud. 
“fuck sweetie yer’ makin’ me feel so good.” he grunted slamming into your gspot. 
“fuck you’re gonna let me cum into ya right? im gonna knock you up princess.”  you nodded your head tears pricking at your eyelashes. 
he kissed you deeply the taste of rum and lime mixing in your mouths. your cream coated his cock and balls as he nibbled on your neck, his large hands sitting on your breasts, twisting and pinching your sensitive nipples.
“oh god kenny i think im gonna cum.” you hiccuped in his ear. 
“go ahead cowgirl.” he grunted heavy balls slapping your pussy. 
you held on close to him, your pussy gliding on his shaft. you shut your eyes as your cunt gripped onto him, white cum coating his dick. he continued bouncing you on top of him, the truck shaking from all of your movements. 
he gripped onto your ass harder as his cock twitched, releasing his hot semen inside of you. 
he panted, hair sticking to his forehead from his sweat. you leaned your head on his shoulder out of breath.
“that was so good sir.” you said in between breaths 
“do i still gotta pay you?” he said breathy
“no, you’re fine. let’s do it again though.” 
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armin: 
you and armin had gotten into your  100th argument that month, or at least it felt like it. it was always over petty things and armin never tried to make things better. 
“well maybe if you’d never moved my stuff this would’ve never happened.” armin groaned
“armin this wasn’t my fault, it shouldn’t have been on the floor like that, all i was trying to do was get it out of the way so no one would step on it.” you crossed your arms. 
“you know what never mind let’s just stop.” he said clearly aggravated. he walked into the dining area and sat at the table by himself for a few hours. 
you got up and told him that you ordered some food and that it was here. 
“leave it, i’ll get it later.” he said quietly scrolling on his phone. you nodded going back to your room, continuing to get ready to go off to a party with your friends. 
when you came out it the tight, revealing black dress armin stared at you in disbelief. 
“where are you going?” he stood up.
“out with my friends.” you put on your earrings,  “you’ve been giving me a hard time lately, i gotta cool off, get drunk, smoke, i don’t know but i gotta do something.” 
“please y/n don’t go, im sorry about earlier.” he came up behind you giving you a hug. 
“im serious im going out, you just eat. and no i’m not gonna cheat on you while i’m out. so don’t even try to start it” you said grabbing your purse and leaving out the door. 
while you were gone armin sat alone at the table, by himself. getting up to take a shower and go to bed.
when you came back a few hours later you went into the room to see him sprawled on the bed in nothing but his sweatpants. you sat on the bed taking off your heels when he grabbed your arm.
“hm what is it baby?” 
“did you have fun?” he asked sleepily trailing his fingers down your forarm.
“yes it was fun.” you laughed thinking about the night’s events. 
“im glad you had fun.” he kissed your cheek. “lemme help you undress.” 
he slid your dress straps off your arm and you pulled the rest of the dress down. revealing the white and red lingerie you were wearing under.
“why’re you wearing this?” he asked 
“i was planning on trying to get things right with you when i came home.” you whispered in his ear sending shivers down his spine. 
he sat up sitting next to you, admiring your body in the lingerie. the curves of your breast, the way he could see your pussy through the panties. he pushed you down on to the bed softly, sinking into the covers he rubbed his hands up and down your body.
he moved his hands down to your panties rubbing your clit through them. you moaned softly, bucking your hips against his fingers. 
he pulled your panties to the side stuffing your wet pussy with his slim fingers. you gasped softly just as he touched the right spots. 
he used his free hand to unhook the back of your bra freeing your breasts. he then groped your tits, squeezing and pinching your pebbled nipples causing you to squirm.
when he got up, you could clearly see the print of his cock through his sweatpants. causing you to get more aroused thinking of the things he’d do to you with it.
you slipped your underwear off as he pulled down his sweatpants. he teasingly rubbed his tip through your wet slit a few time before stuffing himself inside. he put your legs around his waist, fucking you softly. 
“fuck you feel so good armin.” you moaned looking at the ceiling, your breasts bouncing up and down. 
he moaned softly sliding his cock in and out of your wet greedy cunt. as he thrusted back and forth you could feel him in your abdomen, with the way he was fucking you it felt like he was hitting your brain.
“god y/n you make me so mad sometimes, but i still love you either way, can’t help but adore your adorable face and body.” he grunted while trying to contain himself inside of you. 
he thrusted even harder his hands gripping your sides as his skin slapped against the  back of your thighs,  getting more red from all of the harsh contact. 
“im gonna cum armin.” you hiccuped 
“i want you to come all over my dick.” a smirk tugged on his lips 
“im gonna cum inside of you y/n, im gonna cum so much it’s gonna give you a baby.” moaned into your ear
his words bringing you closer to climax as you gripped onto him, nails red painted nails scratching onto his back. leaving marks that would be tended to later on.
“ah armin.” you gasped as you tightened around his dick, practically squeezing him dry.
his pace became sloppy as he tried to keep up with himself, “im gonna stuff you. im gonna fill your womb with a baby. ” he whimpered in your ear releasing himself all inside of your cunt. he thrusted riding out his high before he stopped, mouth agape panting. 
he indulged in a soft kiss from you groping your breasts. 
“fuck sometimes it’s so hard being mad at you.” 
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a/n2: sorry this took a lil long… i hope u guys like it, sorry if i’m not perfect at writing with breeding. also ik i said i was gonna do 6 men but that was lowkey a lot considering i couldn’t really think of anymore characters… but thank u guys for 200 i love you all <33
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jeanbie · 11 days
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Omg hi I don’t know if you take nsfw requests but I was wondering about aot’s favorite positions🥺 your writing is so so good!!
honestly.....i thought this was hard !!! i can't see any of them being overly picky on positions or even having all time favs; over the eras of aot, they all change so much it's actually hard to say...so i tried my best to think semi-objectively :3 absolutely feel free to disagree with ANY of these, everyone has diff interpretations (and i love all of em)
warnings: fem!reader (sorry), sexual content ofc, if u want the girl vers lemme know :D
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AOT BOYS & FAV POSITIONS ★ masterlist.
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MISSIONARY
“you look so fucking pretty right now—” is the only thing they can think of saying as they bow their chest over yours, watching your face twist as their cock sinks deeper into your cunt. one of your legs is wrapped firmly around their waist or hanging up over their shoulder; this way, they can watch you writhe and whimper whilst also watching the way you suck them up nicely, the way your body tenses and flinches with every thrust they give...
— jean, zeke, niccolo
RIDING
there is no greater joy than leaning back and watching you do your thing. their hands are on your waist, smoothing around your hips and stomach in an effort to distract themselves from simply filling you up and going wild — they love to watch you sinking down on them, your back arched and breasts rising with every rise and fall. they meet your hips by raising their own, finding pleasure in watching your face pull into contorted shapes, hearing the moans and whimpers from your mouth. from down here, they like the control they can have, and on occasion, the submission of doing whatever you tell them to
— levi, armin, porco
BENT OVER
if they can bend you over it, they can fuck you on it. tables, beds, tree trunks, fences, desks, sinks — it’s like they’re trying to fuck you on every possible or available surface they can find. they just love to see the sight of your ass tilted up, hips pressing into a hard surface, legs spread in a desperate attempt to stay upright, all while they drive themselves into you however fast or hard they want to. they can be as gentle or as rough as they want to be; running their hands up your back and between your shoulder blades, or smacking your ass and pulling your hair — everything about fucking you from behind is perfect for them, and by the sounds of things, perfect for you
— eren, floch
[bonus] s4!eren loves to fuck you over a sink or a vanity, anywhere he can pull you back by your hair and make you watch in the mirror. his eyes never leave yours through the glass, his lips whispering the dirtiest things he can possibly think of just to get you to cum around him, to watch yourself unravel in his hands
RIDING THEIR FACE
they are a seat. that’s all they are, all they ever want to be — a seat for their perfect partner. they could spend hours with their tongue up your cunt, hands pressed into your ass or hips as you ride the features on their face. they would happily die of suffocation down here, just as long as you were happy and they got to taste their favourite thing in the world
— connie, onyankopon
GIVING THEM A BLOWJOB
every position is good with their partner, but absolutely nothing beats you on your knees between their legs, their cock in your mouth. a hand in your hair, on your cheek or the back of your neck, they love to watch you take care of them, especially after a particularly long and otherwise bad day. whether it’s simply between their legs as they sit, or as they lie down before bed — or under a desk when there are other people around, nothing will ever top the feeling of your mouth running itself up their dick, or how warm and wet it feels as you take them. 
— ERWIN, bertolt
REVERSE COWGIRL
“comfy, darlin?” with their hands on your hips, they love to help you sink down onto them, using your hips as handles to bring you up and down at whatever pace they fancy. they just love the sight of your face turning back to him with a pleasured look, the muscles in your back tensing whenever he hits that perfect spot up your pussy. seeing you looking like this makes him feel so proud — you’re taking him like its no problem, your ass bouncing on his stomach, toes curling as you set your hands on his legs for balance. he’ll let you take control until you tire, and then the fun can really begin
— reiner, kenny (help)
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salaciousdoll · 5 months
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✩˚。⋆ ⋆ ⋆ Cherry Phone Call ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ˚。✩
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・˳ . ⋆ Phone call with Kenny Ackerman x Fem!reader・˳ . ⋆
୨୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Be advised to the warnings of smut, Kenny being in control, free use( your idea), talks of groupsex, voyeurism mentioned, dirty talking, pet names( cherry, sweet pea, sweet thing, pretty one, etc.), degrading, praising, phone sex with your bestfriend listening on the other end, Ken is a big mean one here, body fluids( cum, squirting, etc.), impact play( spanking, choking, etc.), reader will always be in her 20s in my fics, Kenny is in his late 40s a little self indulgent here, Kenny has all his clothes on and you don’t have any on, talks about going in public, marking with marker( permanent one), Wc: 2k
Minors do not interact, 18+
ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•゚Note from Salaciousdoll: I hope you all like this, this was written in the last minute so yeah, I didn’t try my best with this one. But thank you all for loving my little drabbles and such and now after this we’re on to groupsex/gangbang fics with some of your favorite characters. Please enjoy and welcome to Salaciousber Day 5 <33
゚•┈୨ Salaciousber Masterlist ୧┈•゚。
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Bringing up free use to Kenny was something you wanted to regret, yet you couldn’t because he took care of all of your fantasies at once. Kenny once took you in front of multiple men, men you and him are around daily. Two of those men were Erwin and his nephew, Levi. Erwin was supposed to be the one you sought after, but Kenny managed to scoop you up and now you’re glad he did. Nothing against Erwin though.
Kenny's words as he took you in front of them still stuck with you as you were now on the phone with your bestfriend talking about her sex life and how good the man was. You didn’t pay attention to anything she was saying as you laid on your pretty pink and cheetah bed set. You laid on your stomach in nothing but your zebra panties with a pink bow on the back and no bra. You couldn’t pay attention to her details because Kenny was in your mind with his words repeating over and over. “ Such a good girl for them, huh.” “ gonna let em’ use your hole as well, sweet thing?” “ oh, you’re clenching me like a little whore at the thought of them taking you as well.”
You were too lost in your head to feel Kenny’s hands on your ass spreading it apart to reveal your wet pussy print in your Zebra-pink panties, “ Fuck, sweet pea. Yer’ fucking wet while on the phone talking to your friend. It can’t be her getting you wet, so it gotta be your dirty little mind speaking to ya.”
Once you heard Kenny’s voice, you were about to turn around to kiss him, but he pushed your body back down, “ I’m gonna’ fuck you now and you’re gonna still be on the phone with her. I could hear her talking about her sex life with ya’ sweetheart, so let’s give her something to go off with to her little sex buddy, think of it as competition, pretty thing.”
If your pussy could talk, she would be screaming and talking gibberish with excitement. He ripped your panties open causing a gasp out of you and you were about to speak, when he suddenly slid inside of you pulling a yelp out of you prior to you smacking a hand over your own damn mouth.
What? What happen, {reader}?”, Your best friend said over the phone.
You tried to gather enough saliva in your mouth, so you could speak without sounding broken up or dry. You couldn’t not when Kenny shoved his cock inside of you and is not just letting you cockwarm him. Your walls were shaping around his cock perfectly and he felt it, which led to him letting out a loud groan.
He chuckled afterwards when he heard your best friend asking you if you were okay on the phone. He slowly sat his clothed torso on your back and grabbed your hand, lacing both of your fingers together. He moved some of your hairstyle out the way and whispered in your ear, “ Now talk. Talk like your normal conversation, little pea. Don’t falter unless you want her to find out how much bigger of a slut you are than her. “
You shakily put the phone on speaker and choked out a sharp, “ hey. I’m good j-just fell.” Your bestfriend laughed and said something but again it was fading out since your brain was beginning to become mushy at Kenny stroking his dick inside of you so slowly. The drag of his cock going in and out felt so good. Your pussy was playing with him as well. He felt your pussy squeeze around his thick cock and he felt in heaven. But he wanted to go to hell, so he raised up a little— his cock following prior to snapping his hips into your ass creating ripples and snatching a loud moan out of you.
Your best friend was still oblivious or was trying to act oblivious yet you didn’t care at the moment if she heard. Not when Kenny was pounding inside of your pussy. The greatest part about this is that his clothes were still on and yet none of yours was on. You felt so slutty, just the way you liked it.
Kenny untangled his left hand from yours and placed his big, rough hands on your arms that were spread in T motion, “ You’ve done it now, Sweet pea. You let her know who’s fucking you now. Sure she’s listening, I mean listen to her end.” And you did, nothing came out from it ever since you let out a moan.
You didn’t care about anything but cock right now, so you whined underneath Kenny, “ Pl—, please sir, please fuck me. Treat me like a common hole, a common whore, please!”
Kenny smirked in victory and held your arms down with his hands, “ Glady, doll.” Ken started to pound into your pussy like there was no tomorrow. The feeling of his jeans snapping into your bare ass sent you into a frenzy of moans. His cock was so big inside of you and you couldn’t think because of it. The curve of it reached the surface of your walls creating more pleasure. He then leaned his body up a little and pounded into you. Prone bone was a position everyone should try and this was your first time trying it and you loved it.
The sloppiness of your pussy was making him grunt out curse words left and right, “ Fuck, little cherry. Ughh! Fucking pussy is eating up this old man dick. Shit! Keep squeezing me.” He loved the feeling of your pussy clamping down on him. The push he used whenever and however he wanted. Your hole was being abused by his cock right now especially with this position. His dick dug further into you when he moved up and down inside of you.
“ Haa, hnngh! Yes yes like that. Wan’ more, give me more!”, You moaned as he took you from behind. He stopped which caused you to whine but that ended when he harshly slapped your ass. You thought he was gonna stop, but he kept slapping it. Your legs kicked underneath him as he slapped your ass with his cock still inside of you. Once He was finished after four slaps on each ass cheek did the job for him— tears were beautifully dripping down your face like paint on the wall. You were frustrated and horny. You didn’t even know what you did to be spanked.
“ Keep your damn mouth shut next time, holes don’t talk or demand anything. They’re just holes, free to use and abuse however I want. They don’t beg either, sweet thing, all I want to hear is your moans, got it girl?”, Kenny said above you.
When you didn’t answer, his hand found your head of hair and yanked it up to make you hold eye contact with him. He chuckled when he saw your tears and felt your pussy clenching around him, “ I don’t like repeating himself, little minx. Do yo-”
“ I’m sorry!”, you yelled out not wanting to get his punishment again like last time, denied orgasm as his friends and family used you at the back of the bar Levi was having a surprise party at. Levi didn’t like the party even if it was for him, but you did. Hell you made him like the party when he was using your ass roughly with preparation of Kenny, of course.
“ I understand… I apologize, sir.”, You say as you were still being held up by your hair bunched into his hand. He narrowed his eyes and moved his hat off his head and placed it on yours, “ You’re fine, pretty one. Now are you gonna let me fuck ya’ like I wan’?”
You nodded with a soft whisper of a yes. He let you go and took off his collar shirt, making the top part of his body bare now. He still had his jeans and socks on, yet he didn’t care not when you were trying to wiggle your ass to make his dick move inside of you.
He chuckled to himself and leaned down to wrap both of his arms around your neck, “ Should’ve listened.” He squeezed his arms together a bit, giving you a little air before plowing into you like a man on a mission. For someone his age, you would think they would be out of energy by now, but it’s like the more he fucked into your crying pussy the more he got energy. Your pussy is powerful and he’s gonna fuck it until you drain him out of energy.
The slaps of skin meeting pants were heard throughout the room along with your loud screams and moans. The bed was even hard as he knocked into the wall in the rhythm of his hips.
“ cum on my dick, sweet pea. Give me yer’ cum so I can just- uuhn shit!- fuck my cum into ya’.” Kenny says as he choked you out. Soon your screams turned into choking sounds as you tried to catch words in your throat but couldn’t because it was too much and you were on the verge of cumming.
He knew because you always babbled when you were about to cum. “ Fuck. Fuck. Fu-uhhh. Please give me your babies, wanna be a mommy. Wan- ahhnn!- wanna be your cum slut. Please!” Every word you said was choked out, yet he made out every word.
He quicken his pace and fucked his hat off your head so hard that it bounced off the bed because of your hands trying to find something to clench onto. You hated that your bed was made up right now because that’s what made it hard for you to clench onto something.
Kenny grunts and moans were beginning to become louder as he came near his end. “ Sh-shit, cherry. Ya’ got an old man like me stuttering and moaning like a bitch in heat. Oh shit.” Your pussy gushes out water like a waterfall in a foreign country at the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.
He could feel your cervix on his tip and that sent him over the edge, so when his cum poured into your pussy, you let out a strangled moan as you came onto his cock. Both of your groans and moans were heard on the phone and soon your bestfriend on the other hand came onto her hand as she fingered her pussy to the sounds coming from your end of the phone.
Once Kenny emptied out his balls into your pussy after two minutes, he caught his breath, “ holy shit! Doll, you did so good f’me. Such a good little free hole to use, even they said it.”. He slid himself out of you, his cock had watery white liquid all over it. Water from your squirting and white from his cum. Fuck you made him messy, oh well. Kenny tucked himself into his pants through the zipper leaving to grab a marker and big towel to put under you.
You, on the other hand, were still shaking on your bed, even your clit was twitching as cum slipped out of you and onto your covers. Kenny was gonna have to buy you a new set of sheets. Speaking of Kenny, he came back in with one of your favorite towels and a permanent marker, “ I ain’t done, sweet pea. Gonna fuck ya’ one more time here and then we’re gonna go find an alley or resturant to fuck ya’ in, feeling like pissing off Erwin and the rest of the police force today. “
You sighed and threw your head down into your covers. Today was gonna be a rough and law breaking day. You were so into your head that you didn’t even notice Kenny hung up the phone prior to writing on your back. You couldn’t see what he was writing, if only you knew he wrote the words, “ Old Man’s Whore” and “ Kenny Ackerman’s Slut” underneath it. Being free use was exciting and exhausting. Excitement was winning now because you were ready to see what position he uses next.
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18+ ONLY || MDNI
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Men who looove to choke you.
His hips picked up speed, while you moaned beneath him. While his hands were busy pinning your wrists down to the bed, he couldn't help but wonder what it'd be like to see one around your throat.
His hips still, quickly asking you if it's okay. You think on it, and then respond with a small "yes". His hand grabs your throat, not applying too much pressure. He begins to thrust, as you attempt to moan but it comes out in a hoarse whine.
The feeling of his big, veiny hand around your throat while his thick cock is inside of you makes your eyes cross. You arch your back as you cream all around his cock. He mercilessly fucks you until he fills you up with his hot load. He brings his hand back and kisses you passionately, before looking at the very obvious marks on your throat.
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chrollohearttags · 8 months
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kenny ackerman chokes you while eating your pussy and grabs the top of your head and forces it down during missionary because he wants to make sure you can see how much he enjoys pleasuring you. Pass it on.
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bluebellhairpin · 6 months
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Tamed.
Kenny Ackerman X Reader
Summary: Working as a bartender you meet a lot of different people. Kenny Ackerman just happens to be one of your regulars. Maybe a friend. Perhaps more.
Warnings: Swearing. Kinda Perv Kenny (but he's a good Uncle so it cancels out ig). Canon Character Death. Reader; drinks alcohol, is called 'sweetheart', refers to themselves as ' the mothering type', otherwise is g/n.
Listening to: 'More Than a Feeling' by Boston - "So many people have come and gone. Their faces fade as the years go by yet I still recall as I wander on, as clear as the sun in the summer sky - it's more than a feeling."
Masterlist || Ko-Fi || Slice of Life Collab
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You’d been working at The Lake for two years. They would’ve been quite a pleasant two years working the local watering hole, if not for your own personal demon leering over your shoulder most nights. 
Kenny Ackerman. 
It wasn’t that he was an awful guy. His more sleazy words and looks were only ever that, words and looks. He dared never lay such sleazy hands on anyone - which was half the reason he had never been kicked out. It was mostly due to his endearing quality of how quick he was to throw hands with other patrons - the rowdy ones who deserved to be thrown out to begin with - and he almost loved doing the honours of telling people not to come back too much. 
Either way, he was more annoying than anything else. Plain old annoying. 
Kenny was so closed off that - even after two years of shifts that ended at 1AM where you stumbled out from exhaustion after closing, and he stumbled out beside you from one too many beers - you couldn’t even say you knew his favourite colour. But… 
You did know he rode a Harley Davidson which roared into the parking lot almost every night you worked. He’d tempted you with a ride home on it multiple times, and you’d yet to agree - and as much as you itched to take him up on the offer, the unspoken cat and mouse game you’d started wasn’t going to be ended by you. 
You knew he had a tattoo that stretched over the back of his shoulders - thanks to a New Year's bet that he wouldn’t completely strip and jump off the jetty into the lake (the one the bar was named after). He won over a hundred dollars that night, and promptly shouted everyone their next drink. The tattoo read ‘Ripper’ in big gothic block letters. Not that you remembered on purpose - anyone would remember a tattoo like that, you told yourself. 
You knew he had a sister - he didn’t talk about her much, but he brought a woman in with him once and told you “not to worry your pretty head” about it. She was a pretty little thing, with dark hair and eyes that matched his. She had a manner to her that spoke of a kind soul with thick skin. You liked her, but you’d yet to see her again. 
And you knew he was one of the only patrons of The Lake who could pull off a greasy mullet. Or sing Redgum karaoke while barely being able to stand and still make it sound good. Hell, that somehow made it sound more real, the guy had you almost pouring a martini through tears. 
You had guessed that tonight would be just like any other. 
It wasn’t. 
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Thursday’s were about as uninhabited as The Lake got. On a night so humid, and with no reason to get out of the house, no one was around. A storm was smelt in the air, one evening spent at home wasn’t a worry for anyone, if only to save themselves from being caught in the rain. 
Hearing Kenny’s bike rumble into his usual spot was no difficult feat on a night so quiet. You’d just finished fishing out a new box of beer bottles for a fridge behind the bar that was lacking when he walked in. What had you stopping mid-step with your mouth open wide enough to catch flies was who he had with him. 
“Whose fucking kid is that Kenny?” 
Nothing but the sound of The Rolling Stones answered your question. “I could not foresee this thing happening to you.” The jukebox sang. 
Yet the state of the child whose bicep was in a vice grip between Kenny’s fingers only raised even more questions. His face wall sunken in, and eyes blown wide as if taking in the world for the first time. He looked awful. 
Kenny walked over to the bar, dragging the poor boy beside him and pulling him up onto a bar stool before sliding onto one himself. You sat the box down on the floor, looking at Kenny expectantly.
“What food you got?” 
“Depends what you’re looking for.” Kenny looked down at the boy, pointing vaguely. 
“Hasn't eaten in,” they both shared a quiet look, “A while.” 
“M’kay.” You ducked into the back room, telling your chef/manager/accountant/boss that an actual meal was needed tonight, then returned with a pre-made peanut bowl. You slid it down in front of the kid, turning again behind the bar to make up a glass of water and passing it to him also. 
Then you turned to Kenny. 
“I know you don’t like telling people stuff, but for that kid’s sake I’m gonna have to ask you what you’re doing with him.” You said, eyeing the boy as he plunged his hand into the bowl of peanuts. “You don’t really give off ‘dad’ vibes, deadbeat or otherwise, and I really hope you didn’t kidnap him.” He just scoffed. 
“Can I get a whiskey.” he said, looking up at you, “Or are you just good for not minding your business and looking pretty?” 
“I’m trying to make sure you’re not doing bad guy shit. I can let the lewd comments slide, but if you’re doing stuff with a kid you’re not supposed to I’m gonna call the cops.” you said, “No need to be rude about it.” 
You turned to grab the top shelf whiskey as he lifted a hand to push back his hair. He sighed deeply and hunched over as you placed a glass in front of him. 
“He’s my sister’s.” Kenny admitted quietly. “She’s… Died. I’ve got him for tonight. At least.” His words sent a cold but quick shock down your spine. “One step better than government housing or wherever.” You recovered quickly even though his openness had left you grasping at straws for what to say next. It wasn’t like him to give away so much information. 
“I’m sorry.” you’d said, resting your hands on your workbench, then after a few long moments added, “What’s his name?” 
“Levi.” 
The boy lifted his eyes at the sound of his name, but otherwise didn’t move from his now highly converted bowl of nuts. From the way his hands cradled the bowl, it didn’t look like he’d be sharing them anytime soon. You looked at him, properly, and saw nothing but how sad he must be feeling. 
You didn’t know Kenny well, but you knew him. Enough to know that he was not someone friendly enough for some kid who just lost his mum - whether he was their uncle or not. But could you do about it? You weren’t exactly the mothering type either. 
Thunder cracked in the not-too-far distance as you poured the boy another glass of water.
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You hadn’t seen Kenny for a week. 
That was unusual mostly because the longest he’d gone without frequenting your bar was about three days. If you’d known his address, you would’ve visited just to make sure he hadn’t died while looking after his nephew. 
When he finally showed up, you almost didn’t notice him. If it wasn’t for him tapping the bar - a way of asking for a whiskey on the rocks that only he used - he would’ve completely flown under your radar on that busy Saturday night. 
“And where’ve you been?” you’d asked during a moment's calm while the other bartender poured drinks. 
He looked up at you, slighting his hat up with a pointed finger so he could meet your eyes. He had been so quiet - and he looked so tired. It was no wonder you barely noticed him when he was so out of character. 
“What, missed me didcha?” But the snark didn’t reach his eyes. 
“Where’s the kid?” 
“At home.” he mumbled into his glass, tipping it up and drinking half in one go. When he met your eyes again you raised an eyebrow. “Not alone - I’m not that stupid sweetheart.” 
“I’m five minutes from the end of my shift. Buy me a drink.” 
“No thanks.” He scoffed at you. 
“That wasn’t a question.” You said, starting to turn away, “Kahlua with vodka, thanks.” 
Going back to work, you kept an eye on him. Watching as he downed the rest of his drink in (again) one go. He got the attention of the other bartender, ordering another whiskey, and a kahlua with vodka. 
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When you returned to the front of the bar after ditching your apron, you found Kenny sitting with his back towards you at a table near a window, with both drinks before him. 
“Didn’t think you’d actually listen to me asking for a drink.” you said, patting his shoulder as you came around to sit at the seat across. He smiled a little - but it was nothing like the wide wolfish grins you normally saw. 
“You weren’t askin’, remember?” 
“You didn’t have to listen.” you said, sipping on your drink and taking a proper moment to look him over. “You look horrible by the way.” 
“Jesus, thanks sweetheart.” he said into his glass - but took a much smaller mouthful of his drink compared to before, “You know how to make an old man’s night.” 
“The kid’s been putting you through the ringer, huh?” His eyes met yours and you saw his shoulders slump - barely. 
“That obvious?” he asked. When you nodded he sighed, slumping back in his seat with his hands ruling over his face and into his hair under his hat - his gangly legs stretched so far under the table that they slid between yours. “He’s a downright brat. It’s ridiculous. Karma has it out for me, I can see it now.” 
“It surely isn’t that bad, you might just need to get used to it - it’s barely been a week -” 
“I found him standing behind me in the kitchen holding a bread knife.” Kenny said, leaning forward on his elbows to whisper. “I think he wants to kill me.” 
“He wouldn’t be the first.” you said, taking your turn to speak into your glass while you drank. 
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.” you scoffed, setting the glass down again, “But after two years, I think I don’t want that so much - just give him time.” 
“You seriously trying to persuade me that an eight year old who hates me doesn’t want me dead?” 
“‘You seriously trying to persuade me that an eight year old who hates me does want you dead’? Listen to yourself Kenny.” You said, mocking him, but making him think seriously at once. “He’s lost his mum, you’re not so cold to think a boy would want to lose another relative again so quickly.” 
You felt his legs shift between yours - they pulled away, but not enough. You could still feel the warmth of his calf press against yours. “Anyways, with how you wave your pocket knife around so - he might’ve just been trying to copy you.” 
“Right,” he said, lifting his glass to his lips and casting a long glance out the window. “Kids do that, don’t they?” The conversation entered a lull as you both took turns sipping your drinks and staring at the lake lapping at the jetty. A comfortable silence if you ever knew one. 
The air around you changed as the jukebox started a familiar riff of AC/DC. “She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean. She was the best damn woman that I ever seen.” 
Kenny looked at you, downed his drink, then spoke. 
“Wanna take me up on that ride tonight?” he asked. You broke out in a grin. 
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It was still warm outside, and the gravel car park crunched under your feet as Kenny led you to his bike. 
There was a thrill sitting hot and heavy in your gut. The fact you had said yes to Kenny to a ride home - perhaps more. Did you want more? He was attractive, in an older man sort of way, and despite all the gross things he could say sometimes he was still a nice enough guy.
Heaven knows you could both use a chance to get laid.  
“I was starting to wonder how much longer I had to work on you before you finally said yes.” he said, breaking away from your slide to throw a leg over the seat with a grin. His hand outstretched to offer help to get on behind him. “Lucky for you, I'm a patient man.” 
As you slid your hand into his, you climbed on - soon finding that in order to be comfortable you needed to be pressed quite close to his back. But you were feeling like being a tease too. 
“Maybe I’ve liked making you wait.” you hummed, chin pressed to his shoulder as you spoke into his ear. You felt him chuckle under your palms as he kicked the engine into gear. 
“Maybe I’ve liked waiting.” he said over the machine’s roar. 
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kenny-ackermanswife2 · 8 months
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SOMEBODY PLEASE DO MORE KENNY ACKERMAN SMUT!!! I please you guys there isn’t enough stories PLEASEEEEEEE!!
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chatterbox-73 · 2 years
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Simptember 2022.
Day 5 - Daddy’s girl.
Kenny Ackerman x fem!Reader
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This story is a smut story for simptember, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for simptember and if you want to see a character please let me know...
You must be 18 years or older to read this...
🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞
Summary: you never thought older guys were your thing but that certainly changed after you worked on your first ‘film’ with Kenny Ackerman.
Word count: 1.6k
CW: NSFW and adult content, size difference, daddy kink, stepc*st (fake), Kenny with a southern accent, sex toy, nipple play, p*rn/being filmed, pet names, facial, swallowing cum, full-nelson, oral f!receiving and squirting
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You sat on a large bed in nothing but heels and stockings next to a much older man who happened to only be wearing jeans and a cowboy hat, the man sat with his legs spread wide as he leaned back on his palms, you watched the camera crew set their equipment, your heart thumping away in your chest. It wasn’t your first time being filmed it was your first in studio ‘real’ porn video, “ya nervous sweetie?” The man asked and gave you a slightly nod, the man chuckled and gave you a pat on the back before sitting up, “alright we’re all set, so Kenny over by the door please… and y/n this is for you” the director said as he passed you a dildo. Kenny got up and took his position by the door, leaning against the frame, “now y/n get back into the middle of the bad and when I say ‘action’ do as it states in the script” he instructed and walked back to beside the camera, you got into the middle of the bed and positioned yourself with your legs bent and spread, “whenever your ready” the director call and you nodded, “and… ‘action’.”
You exaggeratedly moaned and whined as it rubbed your clit with the dildo, leaning back on the pillow your used your free hand to fondle your breast and pinch your nipple, “oh daddy… please” you looked into the camera. You felt stupid, you were doing everything it said on script, but you just didn’t feel right and you certainly didn’t feel good have all these people watching you, though you figured you must be doing something right because the director looked happy, however that could just be because he had a naked girl playing with herself in front of him. You hummed as you rubbed the toy around your entrance, before turning over and shaking your ass for the camera, you rested your face against the pillow and started pushing the dildo in, it wasn’t very big or girthy but it was satisfying nonetheless, “hmmm daddy…” you moaned as slowly thrust the toy in and out, “…it’s so big…” you hummed and that was Kenny’s cue to come in, “oh darlin’ that’s cute” he whistled as he staggered into the room, unlit cigarette hanging from his lips. You gasped quickly pulling the toy out of you and sitting up covering yourself with your pillow, “Kenny, why didn’t you knock” you scolded and the man chuckled as he sat on the bed, “ya left yer door open… ahh was just gonna tell ya’, yer mom went to see yer grandparents” he smiled and pulled a lighter from his pocket before lighting his cigarette, “you’re not supposed to be smoking inside Kenny” you glared at him and squeeze the pillow tighter to your body, “and yer supposed to be callin’ me dad, after I am married to yer mom…” he offered you a rugged smile and you scoffed, “yeah right, now can you get out!” You move back slightly and let the pillow slip a bit show a full view of your breasts, “oh come on… I’ll even let ya call me daddy” Kenny hummed as he leaned into you, “I wasn’t even thinking of you” you argued and the man leaned in even closer before puffing smokes in your face, “oh yeah, what about the other night?” He questioned and you covered you face with your hands letting the pillow go completely and letting it fall out of the way, “oh Kenny… fuck me kenny… hahah” he laughed as he mimicked your voice and grabbed your wrists. You moved your hands and at him, “just this once, I only want to know how it feels” you whispered and Kenny smirked, “alright, only this one time, until you come begin’ me for more” he whispered back to you. “Cut!” The director called and suddenly hair and makeup came running on set, fixing both you and Kenny. One of the stylists took Kenny’s cigarette and replaced it with a new unlit cigarette that he would light the scene started again, a woman came over and fixed your stockings before dusting some powder over your chest. “Alright I noticed something while you to were acting… y/n your being more timid then in the script but it works, so keep act naive cause it’s super hot” the director explained and you nodded, the director shared a few more notes before the camera guys and both you and Kenny got into position. “Alright. ‘Action’.”
You laid back legs closed tightly as Kenny rubbed his large hands over your knees, before moving his hands to his belt “open up baby, daddy’s gonna give ya’ somethin’ real nice” he hummed as he unbuckled his belt and pulled open his pants allowing his large member flop out on his pants, your eyes went wide for a moment before you squeeze your legs tighter together, this caused Kenny to laugh and grabbed your knees. “Ya want this, don’t ya?” Kenny smirked as he easily pulled your legs apart, you moved your hand to cover your cunt and blushed, “come on doll, give daddy some sugar” he whispered as he leant down between your legs before giving the back of your hands a kiss, you gasped putting a hand on his forehead and tried to pushed his head away. However Kenny suddenly grabbed your hand and pulled you by your knee onto your back, getting your hips up in the air and your legs spread wide, you moved your other hand down to stabilise yourself giving Kenny full access to you cunt, which he took immediately. The man instantly started to tongue your folds, lapping up your juices, Kenny wrapped his arms around your thighs and buried his head deeper between your thighs, this allowed him to slip his tongue inside you, you moaned and gasped, your thighs quivered as his hot muscle wriggled in you, before he pulled it out of you and bite your inner thigh. Kenny pulled back and smiled licking his lips “yer real sweet, doll” he laid you down before shifting back and reached into his pocket, then sighed and looked towards the cameramen and director “condom…? Though ’m fine raw” he winked at the camera, someone quickly ran over and passed him a condom before quickly running off set, Kenny looked back at you and held the square wrapper up “wanna help daddy… or maybe we don’t need it” he leaned in pressing his throbbing member against your inner thigh, you hummed out and Kenny sat up “roll over” he grabbed your hips and helped you into your stomach because ripped the package open and slipped it on. Kenny reached his arms between your legs and pulled you back towards him, before lifting you off the bed and holding you to him, “what are you doing?!” You reached an arm back and held the back of his neck, your shock was genuine as this was completely off script and wasn’t supposed to happen, “don’t worry we’re gonna have some real fun” Kenny chuckled as he lined himself up before standing and moving you down his member, you let out a loud moan at the tight stretch. Kenny shifted his grip on you so that he had you in a full-nelson hold and pulled you further down his member until nothing else could fit and his was bulging in your lower abdomen, “oh daddy, I can’t… can’t take anymore” you moaned as your tongue hung from his mouth and tears slipped from your eyes.
You felt good… so good… you hadn’t felt this good in a long time, you hadn’t been fucked this good in a long time, Kenny had set a quick and rough pace that had your breasts bouncing up and down. Although you genuinely felt good, you still had to put on an act, you rolled your eyes back and light gasps, “oh daddy… fuck yes daddy” you cried loudly, Kenny groaned in your ear and told you how ‘nice and tight’ you were as he looked directly into the camera, “fuck I’m close… please daddy” you gasped and gripped onto Kenny’s forearms before he sped up his pace and moved a hand down to your clit before rubbing it in quickly. Your body began to go stiff as you started to topple over the edge, you cried out as your cunt squeezed down around the man, however this didn’t stop him. Kenny continued to thrust into you and rubbed your clit, you cried and sobbed loudly as you told him you were done, that you couldn’t take anymore but this stop the man, “come on doll, ya know what I want” he whispered in your ear and that did it, what Kenny had been fishing for had finally released, you scream and you squirted all over the floor.
Kenny chuckled and dropped you onto the bed, you sat on your shaky legs before you looked up at Kenny and opened you mouth wide and stuck your tongue out for him, Kenny pulled the condom off and pumped his load all over your tongue and face, the older man groaned as he released his load and watched you greedily swallow ever drop, before slapped you face with his member, you look at him with a shocked expression “that’s for havin’ what ain’t yers” he chuckled before leaning and kissed your cum covered lips, “and that’s for bein’ daddy’s good girl” he whispered against your lips. “Cut!… perfect, just perfect… y/n stay where you are… we need photos, Kenny if you could lay your dick on her face that’s be a great shot for the thumbnail…” the director continued to ramble as you sat there trying to catch your breath.
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“Snowdrop” Pt. II (Kenny x Reader)
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Fandom: Attack on Titan  Pairing: Kenny x Reader  Words: 8.1k 
A/N: It’s been...84 years since I last posted the first part. It stands on its own but it doesn’t dabble into *the good stuff*, and thankfully this one does! It’s strange returning to a fic after so much time has passed, especially with a character I don’t always write for! Nevertheless I hope you guys enjoy this one! 
Warnings: 18+ only (minors please DNI), medieval setting, fallen kingdoms, heavy swearing, hunting and animal death, talk of killing and fighting, Reader practices archery and actively hunts, soulmate bonds, Reader realizing she may or may not be h-word for her soulmate, Reader is also a virgin, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), dirty talk, hair pulling 
Part I | Part II | Part III 
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Through some unspoken arrangement, you start traveling with him officially. He no longer talks about leaving you, and you no longer berate him about the queen. Instead, the two of you spend your days traveling through the remains of the kingdom—the same one your parents loved so dearly—eager to get as far away as you possibly can. At night, you sleep beneath the canopy of the nearby forest, or right underneath the stars, if Kenny is in a particularly good mood. Those nights are few and far between, but they’re your favorites.
Slowly but surely, you realize life with Kenny Ackerman isn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Sure, he’s still rough around the edges, and his mouth seems to grow fouler every day, and there’s no changing his huntsman nature any time soon. But he talks to you a bit more than he used to. He actually shuts up and listens when you tell him the stories your father used to tell you—about the vast forests, the rushing rivers and crashing waterfalls, and everything along those lines. Once in a while, he’ll even ask you about your old life, back before Frieda took over the kingdom and became queen. Those seem to be his favorite stories to hear, although he’ll probably never admit it.
It’s the little things you grow to enjoy. The usual tossing of the scratchy brown blanket on colder nights. The exaggerated grumble in his voice as he pays for your meals along with his own. The way he tips his hat over his eyes, as if he thinks it’ll hide his face completely—and sometimes, if he’s really annoyed with you, he’s swipe his hat off and slap it right on your head, before walking off as though nothing had happened. That’s happened more than either of you care to admit, but every time it does, you always have a hard time wiping that damn smile off your face.
Maybe it’s the soulmate thing. Yeah, it has to be.
But life with him has been far from easy. There are still ruffians out there, secretly working for Frieda, searching every city and village for even the faintest trace of you. They’re all the same to you, whether they’re castle guards, off-duty knights, or just simple villagers looking for a reward from their beloved queen. Although you’ve traded your torn skirts for tunics and trousers (at Kenny’s suggestion), your face is still recognizable. You’re nowhere near safe, despite the lies you tell yourself at night. It’s a hard truth to accept, but one of these days, you know Kenny will no longer be here to protect you.
You have to be ready when that day comes.
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“Teach me to fight.”
For the first time since you met him, Kenny looks genuinely shocked. He lowers his blade, the small cleaning cloth dangling from his fingertips. His eyes are wider than you’ve ever seen them; in this bright afternoon sun, in the heart of this forest’s clearing, you notice just how strong those flecks of blue are—and how…captivating they can actually be.
You expect him to laugh, like he always does whenever you say something he deems ridiculous. Or brush you off, or ignore you completely. But instead, he keeps staring at you, his mouth pressed into a thin, tight line.
“No.”
You blink. “Why not? Isn’t it better if I should know?”
He must know it, too. He can’t keep protecting you forever. Worst case scenario, if the two of you end up being separated, you have to be prepared to defend yourself. Besides, it would take some of the weight off his shoulders, if he knew you could handle yourself in a fight. So why is he against the idea in the first place?
He lowers his eyes, scraping the cloth along the blade once more. “You shouldn’t have to learn.”
“But why not?”
When he doesn’t answer you, you take a seat across from him on the forest floor, crossing your legs in front of you. His eyes flicker up to meet yours, but only for a split second. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he decides to give you an answer.
“It’s dirty business. A hole you can’t crawl out of. It’s hard to stop once you start. And I know you wanna learn and all,” he cuts you off, the moment you open your mouth, “but just listen to me. You shouldn’t have to do that to yourself.”
You keep your lips sealed, waiting for him to continue. He clears his throat, places his blade down, and leans in close to you. His knee brushes against your own, rustling the red-brown leaves below.
“Listen, kid. You think you’d be able to kill someone, if you had to?”
You want to say yes so badly, just to prove him wrong and insist you can take it. But as the words sink in, you realize the weight of what you’re asking of him—and what he’s asking you, right now.
You remember that fight in the tavern, just a few weeks ago. How you flinched away when Kenny brought his knife to the balding man’s throat. How you kept replaying the sound of his blood spilling onto the stone floor, over and over again in your head for nights on end. How the sound haunted you, every time you closed your eyes.
Could you really be able to do that to someone? End their life with a clean stroke, just like that? Even if they were totally deserving of it…would you be able to swing that blade?
Maybe taking a life had more weight to it than you’d originally thought. Maybe, just maybe, being a huntsman for most of his life had taken a toll on Kenny, in ways you couldn’t even begin to imagine.
Still, you’re persistent as ever. You shake your head and look him directly in the eye, hoping you’ll be enough to convince him.
“If it came down to it—if it’s my life or theirs—I think I could do it.”
He stares at you for a long time after that. Seconds blend into minutes, and for a moment, you wonder if you’ll spend the rest of the day here, staring at each other until the sun goes down.
Suddenly, Kenny shakes his head, tipping his hat over his eyes—and a breathless laugh leaves his lips. Not a mocking one, but a real one.
“Fine, have it your way, kid.” He pushes himself off the ground, and you’re quick to follow his lead. “You have any experience with weapons?”
A silly question to ask a princess, but you were lucky enough to have a father who had a passion for hunting and fighting in his spare time. “I used to practice with a bow.” You used to spend hours out in the meadows with your father, hitting that silly red target until your fingers ached from the cold.
“Tch, a coward’s weapon.”
Your skin prickles at his voice. “No it’s not!”
But Kenny seems so sure of himself—and judging by the smirk on his face, he’s having way too much fun riling you up. “Sure it is. You like to stand back and hit your target from a distance. Stay away from the actual fight. I’ve seen it before.” His fingers dance along the handle of his blade, the one he always seems to go for in the heat of battle. “Now this—this will win you fights. Not some shitty bow and a few arrows.”
You roll your eyes at his dismissive tone. He might be right, but you’re not about to give up. You have a special bond with shooting a bow. Even now, nearly a decade later, it still reminds you of your father.
“I don’t care. My father taught me how to use a bow. I’m not going to give up on it.”
For a moment, Kenny’s face softens, and you think you see something flash in those dark blue eyes of his. But then he’s turning away from you, heading over toward the pair of horses you’ve tied up a few yards away, right at the edge of the clearing. His black stallion snorts, and the silver mare blinks sleepily at you.
A spare gray blanket is draped across his stallion’s back, hiding the stash of weapons Kenny always likes to cart around. He’s picked up a few new blades over the last couple weeks, adding a new sword or two to his collection. But his favorites have always been the knives—especially the curved one he always polishes. It’s probably the only one he ever bothers to clean and keep nice.
“Stubborn little shit,” he grumbles, tossing the blanket off to the side. “No use in changing your mind, is there?”
You tilt your head, lips already parted to ask what he means by that—but then he turns around, and your throat tightens at the sight before you.
It’s an old bow, but still strong and sturdy. You’ve seen this kind before; in fact, it’s the same kind of longbow your father used to practice with. Made of yew with a strong bowstring, and a simple but elegant look to it. Beautiful in its own fierce way.
How long has he had this for? This is the first time you’ve seen it, and you definitely would’ve remembered him snatching up a bow as beautiful as this one from the knights and guards you’ve encountered. Has he been hiding this from you, for all this time?
He all but shoves the bow into your trembling hands. The yew is smooth, practically polished, and the grip made of firm leather. You trace your finger down the curve, savoring the gorgeous sight in absolute silence.
“Take it,” he grumbles, and his hand lifts up to touch the brim of his hat. “Don’t have much use for those kinds of weapons, anyway…”
A soft thank you dances along the tip of your tongue—but your mouth is too dry to get the words out. And when he reaches around to hand you a small quiver, your throat begins to burn.
“If you want, I can get you some more arrows. They’re always easy enough to find. So just deal with these for now.”
There are six arrows in the quiver—more than enough to practice with. Steel arrowheads, white feathers, and just as sturdy as the bow itself. Seeing them now makes you think of all those memories you have, of watching your father practice shooting his bow in the meadows behind the castle. Of the whistling sound each of the arrows made, and the slice of the bowstring in the warm summer air. And then, of the smile he would send your way, and the way you eagerly clapped for him, before begging him to teach you how to shoot. Even at a young age, you were desperate to be more like him.
Your chest feels tight. For the first time in almost a decade, you feel as though you have a piece of your father right beside you. As though he’s not completely gone—at least, not anymore.
“…Well?” You tilt your head up and blink at the huntsman, who stares at you expectantly. “Aren’t ya gonna thank me, or what?”
Heat crashes over your face. “Oh, yes! Thank you… It really means a lot to me, Kenny.”
It’s rare that you ever use his first name, just as he never really uses yours. But hearing it now seems to soften his face, and he pulls his hat even further down his face. A moment later, his hand is against the top of your head, fingers ruffling through your messy hair.
“Just don’t point that thing at me. Ain’t lookin’ to get killed just yet.”
So you practice. For hours and hours, until the sun starts to sink against the horizon. Leaves are tinted with orange, dark shadows coil around the forest floor. The bow feels natural in your hand—strong, dependable, and part of you.
But it’s also been so long since you’ve actually held a bow in your hands, much less shot an arrow and hit your target. Six years in the castle dungeons has taken its toll on you, and you’ve nearly forgotten how to reign in your strength and position your body in all the right ways. It’s strenuous work, but you’re more than happy to have a bow back in your hands.
You barely pay any attention to Kenny, who’s seated in the shade of a nearby tree, still polishing that stupid curved blade of his. Once in a while, you’ll catch him staring at you, before he scoffs, rolls his eyes, and turns back to his work. You only shrug your shoulders and continue practicing. He can make his comments all he likes—nothing can put a damper on your mood now.
You start out small, getting a feel for the bowstring and how it snaps against the yew. Then, you try it with an actual arrow. You’re not surprised when you completely miss your target. You just have a lot of catching up to do.
Arrow after arrow, you practice your aim and your stance. But you’re so engrossed in your training that you barely take note of your surroundings, or the footsteps that inch closer to your spot in the center of the clearing. You don’t even notice until something warm rests on your shoulder, and a shadow crosses your own on the orange-tinted grass.
“Don’t curl your shoulder,” Kenny grunts, setting your shoulder back. “And relax your arm. No wonder your aim is shit, with a stance like that.”
You have half a mind to snap at him, but you follow his advice. Rolling your shoulder, relaxing your arm—it all starts to feel natural. The lessons with your father come flooding back to you, one after another.
And suddenly, you’re back in the meadows behind the castle, with your father positioned behind you. His hands are over your own, directing the bow to the center of your target, whispering words of encouragement in your ear. Lessons with him used to make you feel so warm and safe—only on those days did you feel truly safe, that no one would dare try to hurt you. Now, you feel something a little similar, with Kenny helping you instead of your father. But his warmth is much different than your father’s, if you can even call it that to begin with.
The tips of his fingers press into your lower arms, calloused palms brushing along your skin. His breath falls over your shoulder, and for a brief moment, you almost forget to breathe. That’s when you feel the inside of your wrist begin to burn—right where those three damn words are written into your skin. You grip your bow tighter and take aim at the tree, but almost immediately, Kenny tugs your shoulder back.
“I said don’t curl it,” he grumbles, and you can almost see him rolling his eyes. “For fuck’s sake, kid. Listen for once.”
“I am,” you hiss between clenched teeth. But to your surprise, there’s no real malice in your tone. “Why are you even helping me? I thought you said this was a coward’s weapon.”
“Shut it. If you’re gonna insist on using it, you might as well learn to use it properly.”
You take aim again, purposely refusing to curl your shoulder (and rolling your eyes when you do), and point the arrow in the direction of the tree. The bowstring rests against your lips, the familiar tension sending a shiver down your spine. The huntsman’s hands trail down your arms, keeping them steady against the warm wind.
“Don’t forget to breathe.” You can feel your skin pebble at his voice, hot breath spilling down the back of your neck.
Breathe in, breathe out. You close your eyes and reopen them. The wind caresses the loose strands of your hair, pressing gentle kisses along your face.
The bowstring snaps forward, and there’s a thunk as the steel arrowhead lodges itself into the rough bark of the tree.
“Ha! I did it!” You beam up at Kenny, who watches you with a lopsided smile on his face. “I finally hit it!”
His palm covers the top of your head, mussing up your hair for the millionth time today. For some reason, though, you feel cold when he pulls himself away.
“Nice job, kid. Keep it up and you’ll be a sharpshooter in no time.”
Is that so? The thought makes you smile. If only your father could see you now…
But when Kenny starts to turn away from you, your heart drops to your stomach. Suddenly, your mouth moves before your mind can.
“Thank you, for helping me out. I really appreciate it. You know, even if it’s a coward’s weapon.”
The inside of your wrist itches when the words leave your lips. Kenny stares at you, eyes a dark shade of blue in the light of the dying sun. Perhaps it’s just the orange tint of the sunset—but you swear you can see a splash of pink dancing across his cheeks.
“…Whatever.” He turns away fully, tugging the brim of his hat down over his eyes. “Just keep practicing. And don’t get yourself killed.”
He doesn’t talk to you for the rest of the night, but you don’t mind. In fact, this is the first time you actually enjoy the silence between you. It actually feels natural.
For the first time in years, you fall asleep with a smile on your face, with your fingers curled around the yew bow, and Kenny’s stupid scratchy blanket draped over your shoulders.
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The next few weeks are spent wandering the forests, practicing your aim and your stance. When you get tired of shooting at trees, Kenny suggests shooting at animals—the smaller ones, of course. At first, you’re appalled, but then you realize winter’s only a few months away. The two of you won’t be able to rely on tavern food forever.
Kenny helps you with picking out game. Squirrels, wild turkeys, rabbits—it’s all food, one way or another. Meat is meat, and as Kenny insists all the time, “It tastes much better if you kill it yourself.”
It makes you sick, the first time you bring down a rabbit. But once it’s skinned and cooked (and the urge to vomit has left your throat), your growling belly wins you over. The meat…isn’t as bad as you thought it would be. But maybe that just has to do with the way Kenny prepares it.
But once you get comfortable with the practice, Kenny leaves the hunting to you. He prefers to set snares around whatever campsite the two of you make for the week, instead of going after game himself. You can see his reasoning—one morning, the two of you woke up to see a belt of fat rabbits hanging from the snares he set a few days before. When you ask him about it, he simply shrugs his shoulders.
“Don’t really like to get my hands dirty out here. Snares are cleaner than knives, anyway.”
Yet, he doesn’t have a problem with killing people. But you keep your mouth shut. You don’t want to get on his bad side so early in the morning.
It takes about a month or so for you to realize the changes in your behavior—both professional and personal. You don’t stick your nose up to hunting for game anymore. You’ve gotten used to the nighttime chill that settles in your bones when the sun goes down. Kenny’s soft snores become a comfort, rather than an aggravation. In fact, when it comes to the huntsman—your soulmate, the voice in your head is quick to remind you—you’re starting to find yourself feeling more and more at ease with him. Dare you say it, you’re starting to trust the man.
You blame the marks on your wrists, the stupid promise of soulmates written on your skin. But something tells you there’s more than that. There’s more than the words that keeps drawing you toward him.
And as the summer months go on, you suspect he might be feeling the same way.
He ruffles your hair more often than not. He gives you gruff compliments every time you bring back game. On colder nights, you lean in close and drape half of the brown blanket over his lap. This particular practice quickly becomes a ritual, and even when it’s warm out, you rest your head on his shoulder and snuggle in close. He mutters under his breath about it, but he never shoves you away. Instead, he lets you stay and sleep with him, silently watching over you with his knife in his hand.
You’re starting to feel safe with him—but that’s what scares you the most.
Because these feelings of warmth and protection and security…aren’t that simple. You enjoy the way he feels against you at night, with his shoulder pressed against your cheek. You enjoy the constant head pats and scarce compliments—even if they are a little backhanded sometimes. The way he looks at you, the way he holds you, the way he pulls you close every time the two of you come across a new village or town—everything sends a shiver down your spine.
You enjoy his attention. You want more of it.
No, not attention.
You just want him.
In the dead of night, when Kenny is fast asleep beside you, you bury your face into his shoulder and breathe in his scent. Musk and pine, with a touch of smoke. Smoking used to be a hobby of his, in the earlier days of your traveling. He always used to laugh when you scrunched your face up in disgust. But he only smokes once or twice now, just to get on your nerves.
The scent clings to his clothes, his skin. The pine of the forest around you, the sweat of his brow, the scratchy blanket around you two—all of it just feels like home.
Your eyes burn with tears, but you press your face deeper into his shoulder before they get a chance to fall. The words etched on the inside of your wrist begin to itch.
Maybe this is what your mother always meant when she talked about soulmates. This overwhelming sensation, when your chest feels full, your mind can’t stop racing, and your fingers quiver uncontrollably. All you can think about is how much this man means to you, how much you want him to remain in your life.
Love.
The word tastes funny on your tongue, and you almost laugh, in spite of yourself. You’ve got to be kidding. The words Kenny Ackerman and love belong nowhere near each other.
But you can’t stop yourself from thinking about it. There’s a part of you that loves this man—this aging, foul-mouthed, murderous man.
You don’t get much sleep that night.
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The summer breezes turn icy. Leaves sprinkled with red and brown and yellow begin fluttering to the ground. The air grows crisp and cool. The dirt of the forest floor is no longer soft, but hard and stiff. It crunches beneath your boots with every step you take.
Autumn is fast approaching. You need to find shelter, to wait out the upcoming winter months.
The nights are getting even more unbearable—apart from the shift in weather. It’s getting harder and harder to keep your distance from Kenny. Bumping into him on the road, giving him backhanded compliments more often, even stealing his hat right off his head to wear it. When the moon is high and the owls sing, you find yourself snuggling close for warmth. He allows you to stay, but there’s always that little voice in the back of your head, wondering how long it will last.
“I’ll set a few snares,” he says, his voice ripping you out of your thoughts, “try to see what I can find. You alright out here for a bit?”
You flash him a smile and tap your bow, hanging from your left shoulder. “I’ll be fine. Try not to get into any trouble out there, okay?”
He scoffs before reaching out to touch your hair. “Should be telling you the same thing, brat.” His fingers feel warm, brushing along the skin of your forehead. “We’ll head out tomorrow. Deal?”
“Deal.”
With that, the two of you split up, and you sling your bow off your shoulder and draw an arrow, eyes pried for any lingering game.
It’s becoming more difficult to find good animals out here. What with the colder months looming over you, game has been growing scarce. It’s not long before the animals become nothing but skin and bones. Of course, you always have a supply of dried meat that Kenny likes to keep around, but until you find some shelter and properly store it, it won’t do you much good.
There’s a river a few yards away—you can hear the water crashing all the way from here. A spark of hope comes to life in your chest. Water means animals. You’re bound to find something over there, if you’re patient enough.
As you head for the river, you think back to your conversation with Kenny, and the smile you gave him just before he left. A forced smile, one you practiced in the halls of your castle, before and after Frieda took over the kingdom. It kept you alive for nearly a decade, trapped under her rule and caged within your own home.
You haven’t smiled like that in months… So why are you starting to do it now? And with Kenny, no less?
The answer swirls around in the pit of your stomach: it’s the only way you can cope with these growing feelings inside of you.
The two of you are soulmates, and that’s something neither of you can escape. Your fates are intertwined, you’re destined to stay by each other’s sides. For any other pair, it would seem logical to enter a relationship. But with everything you’ve seen of him so far, you can’t see Kenny committing to something like that.
You can’t see him devoting himself to something as silly as soulmates, especially with the life he’s led.
It would be easier if you didn’t have to deal with these bothersome feelings. Why do you want to be near him so badly? To hold his hand and have his arm around your shoulders? To see that rare smile of his and be the only one who can make him laugh? And maybe, just maybe, to feel his mouth against your forehead, and perhaps even your lips—
The thought makes your skin crawl, but in the most pleasant way possible.
A rabbit leaps out of the bushes just as you make it to the river. In a flash, the bowstring snaps and the rabbit squeals. It lands in a heap of light brown fur, an arrow lodged in its neck.
A pool of red spills out onto the dark forest floor. You heave a sigh as you yank the arrow out and grab the animal by its hind legs.
At least you’ll be able to eat good tonight.
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Nights with Kenny are always the same: meals eaten in silence, with the fire crackling between you, before splitting up to do your bedtime routines. Kenny’s mostly consist of cleaning his beloved blades and checking the snares one last time, and yours consisting of wrapping yourself in that old scratchy blanket and fighting to get at least a few hours’ worth of sleep. Recently, you’ve started waiting for Kenny to finally settle down, so the two of you can share the blanket before falling asleep.
But tonight, you crave something different. You don’t just want to sleep by his side anymore. You don’t just want to feel his warmth seeping into your left shoulder.
The writing on the inside of your wrist burns. It hasn’t stopped itching since the day you realized these feelings for him.
Something hot slides down your cheek. Your voice gets caught in your throat as you raise a hand to wipe it away.
There’s a groan from the man beside you, and immediately, you feel your heart drop to your stomach.
“Kid,” he mumbles, voice still groggy with sleep, “what’s wrong?”
There it is again—kid—that simple nickname you’ve grown to hate and love, all at the same time. Before you know it, the blanket falls off your lap and into the dirt below—and your hands are curled around the front of his shirt, mouth crushed against his own.
You pull away almost immediately. The taste of salt and smoke is splashed across your lips; dark blue eyes burn into your own in the darkness. Your fingers quiver against the collar of his shirt.
I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. Please forgive me. I didn’t mean it.
All the words you want to say—all the words that you should say—are right at the tip of your tongue. But for some reason, not a single one leaves your lips. Your mouth trembles beneath his gaze, and for a moment, you want to kiss him again, and the thought simply terrifies you.
But then his hands are cradling the back of your head, pulling you in for another kiss.
You start to lose yourself in him: the faint scent of smoke, the sting of salt, the scrape of his teeth against your own. His fingers twist in your hair, bringing you closer to his chest. The skin of your inner wrist burns like nothing you’ve experienced before; and when you bump against Kenny’s arm to hold him close, he lets out a pleased groan.
Looks like he’s been feeling the exact same way about you as you have been about him.
Suddenly, kissing him isn’t enough. You want to feel him, in every way you possibly can. You want to give him something to show your gratitude—not just as a soulmate, but as a protector. As a shield from all the evil in this wretched world.
You lower your hands, fisting the threads at your waist—and that’s when he stops you, fingers clasped over your own.
“You don’t have to.” His voice is a bit raspy from the heated kiss, but firm all the same. “Not now. Not like this.”
“…Why not?”
He sputters for a moment, eyes dropping down to the forest floor. For a moment, in the dying embers of the campfire, you think you see a faint shade of red dusting his wrinkled cheeks.
“Are you serious?” he grumbles, still not meeting your eyes. “I’m not—you’re just…fuck, kid. Are you really gonna make me say it?”
You know exactly what he’s insinuating. You know exactly what you want to do with him, what you want to do to him. Six years under Frieda’s close eye hasn’t made you completely clueless to the human body, and what it can be used for.
Obviously, you were far too young when your mother was alive for her to explain the concept of love and sex to you. And your father was always too bashful to bring up the topic himself. But people talk, especially in the underground dungeons. You caught bits and pieces from stories, asked questions to the women trapped in the cells around you. You don’t know everything there is to know, but that doesn’t mean you can’t learn.
And right now, you’re confident enough in yourself to reach up and tug at the first few buttons of Kenny’s shirt.
He groans when you pull apart the fabric, exposing his collarbone to the cool night air. You lean in and kiss the soft skin below, subtly moving yourself into his lap. He doesn’t stop you; his hands remain in their place right against your hips.
“I don’t mind,” you murmur against his heated skin. “I want this. Do you?”
He swallows hard, before his voice comes out in a groan: “Of course I do. Just don’t push yourself.”
You have half a mind to ask him what he means by that—but then your hand brushes against his lower half, and you feel something pressing into your inner thigh. Something hard.
The dying embers illuminate his roguish grin. “You sure you can handle it, princess?”
Your whole body flushes with heat at the name. It’s supposed to be a title, spoken with respect and admiration from those around you. But when it comes from Kenny, you suddenly feel dangerous. This is all wrong, very wrong—princesses aren’t supposed to give themselves to huntsmen like this—and yet, it all feels so fucking right.
“I think so.” Your fingers fumble with the thread of his trousers, sliding them through one another as fast as you can. Then, as he lifts his hips, and you slide his pants down to his thighs, you gaze up at him with wide eyes and ask, “Can you teach me?”
His fingertips dig into your hips, so hard you start to think you’ll have bruises by tomorrow morning. Within moments, you’re lying flat on your stomach, elbows propped up against the dead leaves of the forest floor, and Kenny’s rough hand fisting itself in your hair. The slight pain sends a shiver down your spine. It scares you, but in the most pleasant way possible.
You’re far past the point of thinking Kenny will hurt you. You trust him with your life. You feel completely safe with him. And for that, you’re willing to let him do anything he wants with you, both your body and your soul.
“Start slow,” he growls as your hands brush the growing bulge in his boxers. “No need to rush.”
You smirk at the thought—you have no intention of doing so. You’re going to savor this moment for all it’s worth, every little bit.
The waistband of his boxers catches against your fingertips—and suddenly, his cock is in your hand, hard and red and leaking and simply massive. You almost choke at the sight. How is he this big?
His dark chuckle sends a chill down your arms. “Too much for you already, princess? You’re barely even touching it.”
You pout only for a moment, and then you’re dragging your fingers up and down, gently massaging his throbbing length. The bead of fluid that gathers at the tip catches your eye, so you smear it across the head with your thumb. He groans again, hand tightening against your scalp, heavy boots scuffing up the dirt and leaves from below.
It’s amazing, watching such a strong and seemingly fearless man writhe and moan like this. It gives you such a powerful feeling—and suddenly, you want more.
You lick your lips and lean down, sliding your mouth over his cock. Words spill from his mouth, but you don’t catch them. You’re too busy hearing your heartbeat echo in your ears, too focused on the taste of him in your mouth.
It’s strange at first, when your only instinct is to pull back and gasp for air. But you breathe through your nose, leaving your mouth free to pleasure him. Slowly, you start to move your head back and forth, relishing the soft moans that fill the darkness around you.
Leaves crunch under heavy boots. Calloused fingers lick at your scalp, your cheeks, your throat, before pulling back and wrapping themselves in your hair. The sound of your name between those ragged breaths of his make you shudder.
“Princess,” he hisses, barely managing to compose himself, “you alright?”
It’s hard to talk, so you pull away with a wet pop and smirk lazily up at him. “I’m okay. You sure it’s not too much for you, though?”
And then his hand is at your nape, pushing you even further down his body. “Fine—but you won’t be if you keep running that pretty little mouth of yours. Now suck.”
You take him into your mouth again, but this time, you bob your head even faster than before. He’s getting desperate, you can feel it in the way he grips your hair, moans your name, your title—as though you’re the most precious thing in the world to him.
You jerk your hand upwards, sucking on the tip of his cock, big eyes fluttering up to savor the sight of his face. Jaw clenched, teeth bared, eyes half-open—seeing such a powerful and dangerous man fall apart like this is simply beautiful.
Especially when you’re the one making him feel this way.
His nails dig into your scalp. His cock twitches violently against your tongue. A low moan slips from his mouth, in the form of your name, and suddenly, something hot and salty spurts onto your tongue. You pull away slightly—Kenny loosens his grip on your head but still keeps his hand steady—and you lap up the remains of his release.
When you’re finished, and his body sinks further against the tree he’s propped against, you press a soft kiss to the head of his cock and tug his pants back up. But you barely have time to buckle his belt before he’s pulling you into his chest, kissing you roughly, even though your lips are sticky with his cum.
“Fuck it,” he grumbles hoarsely, and suddenly you’re straddling his lap, as his fingers pull at the threads of your trousers. “Lay back. Fair is fair, right?”
His wolfish grin sends a shiver down your spine. Your trousers loosen around your waist, and he tugs them down to your knees before slipping them completely off your legs. Your cheeks burn when he presses you down on your back, using his overcoat as a barrier to protect your warm skin from the freezing forest floor.
“I’m gonna fuck you properly, once we find a place to stay,” he murmurs against your cheek, and a moan bubbles up in your throat. His fingertips hook beneath your panties, pulling away the last scrap of fabric that shields your body from him. “But for now… Spread those legs for me, princess.”
You obey him at once, and he settles himself between your bare thighs, your panties barely hanging on by your ankle. You’re needy, skin practically burning with desire—but now, having him so close to you, so close that you can feel his hot breath against your most intimate parts—oh gods, you can already feel how wet you are—it makes you blush and bury your face in your hands. Suddenly, those dark blue eyes are too much for you, as handsome as they are.
But his hand curls around your wrist and tugs it away from your face, and you’re forced to meet that roguish grin you’ve grown so accustomed to. “I don’t think so,” he remarks slyly, wetting his lips with his tongue. “I wanna see your face when I make you cum on my tongue.”
His words send a tremor down your spine; your thighs tremble against the palms of his hands. Never before have you heard something so foul, so filthy—and yet, with every word he speaks, you can feel yourself getting wetter. He seems to realize this, too, and he drags a long finger against your slick folds. You gasp when he gathers some of your wetness onto the tip, only to lap it up with his tongue.
“Just as I thought,” he growls, but to himself or you, you’re not sure. “Come on, princess. Don’t be shy, let me see.”
You shudder violently at the first swipe of his tongue, his hot breath clouding over your slickened skin. You reach down and twist your fingers into his hair, matching his movements from earlier. He starts out slow, licking from top to bottom, occasionally swirling his tongue over your clit. And for a moment, you start to relax—and you have to admit, it feels nice.
Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.
But then he slides a finger in, long and thick, and your toes curl in the dirt. You slap a palm over your mouth at the last second, muffling your moans as you writhe against his overcoat.
Kenny. You want to say his name, but you don’t have the strength to speak.
“Aww, come on now, princess.” There’s an edge to his voice, a dangerous glint in his eye as he glances up at you. Your face burns with shame as his tongue pokes out from between his lips, already glistening with your slick. “If you can’t take a couple fingers, how do you expect to take my cock?”
He starts moving his hand at a gentle pace, curling his finger in an upwards position. Your head falls back against the coat, thighs tightening around his wrist—only for him to push them away with his other hand and wrap his lips around your little clit. This time, you cry out his name into the darkness, arching your back as tears gather in your eyes.
“That’s my girl,” he growls against your clit. He sucks a bit harder, teeth scraping against your sensitive nub, and your head begins to spin.
“Kenny,” you choke out when he slips in a second finger, “Kenny, I-I…”
He leans up and smirks down at you, thrusting his fingers into you at a faster pace. His lips are shining in the moonlight, traces of your juices still glistening on his chin.
“Use your words, princess.” Your back arches again when he curls his fingers just right, hitting that special spot deep inside you. “Tell me what you want.”
Too many thoughts racing through your head, too many words buzzing on the tip of your tongue. It’s all just right there—just like the winding coil deep in the pit of your stomach. The pressure slowly building up inside of you, clenching your thighs and whining out when he forces them apart once more.
“C’mon, you can do it.” Another thrust of his fingers, another pitiful whimper of his name. “What do you want me to do to you, princess?”
Something hot and fierce claws its way from your chest—an animalistic urge, one that compels you to sink your nails in his hair and yank him closer, closer to your burning clit. Tears are slipping from your eyes, your voice scratching your throat when you finally find the strength to speak.
“You… I want you…to move your fingers… Give me more.”
His smirk only grows wider at your confession, his tongue tracing along the outline of his lips, and you’re quick to jolt away when he shamelessly presses his face against your clit. Flicking his tongue and curling his fingers and snickering when you moan out his name into the cool night air.
“That’s my good girl. That’s what I wanna hear…”
Your head twists against the fabric of his coat, fingers scraping through the dark roots of his hair, thighs clenching as that damn coil keeps winding inside your stomach. It’s getting so tight, too tight you almost can’t breathe—gasping for air with every brush of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers.
A tear slips down your face when you feel him add a third finger. The stretch is too much, it’s too tight, and you’re struggling to breathe as it is—
But you can’t deny it feels so fucking good.
“S-so close… Kenny, I’m…”
“Hm?” Through your tears you can see him glance up at you, lips still wrapped around your clit. “You say somethin’, princess?” But he’s still suckling in between his words; it’s almost impossible for you to answer him.
“…I-I wanna…”
“Y-you wanna what?” he mocks, tearing his face from your slick—and you nearly sob as he slides his fingers from your heat. “I told you to use your words, didn’t I? So use ’em. Go on, I’m listening.”
That primal urge bubbles in your chest once more—not unlike the adrenaline after a successful hunt or atop a racing horse in the fields. You can feel it under every inch of skin in your body, prickling with fire, searing with such heat it’s almost unbearable. And the sight of his smug face only makes it worse; it makes you bare your teeth and clench your fists and squeeze your thighs around his hand. Trapping him against your burning flesh.
You’re a princess—the true princess of this kingdom. A title granted to you at birth, passed down from generation to generation, royal blood and power coursing through your veins. And you will answer to no one, especially this rugged huntsman who’s hell-bent on driving you insane.
Even if he does have your words engraved on his wrist. You refuse to yield to anyone.
Including your soulmate.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.” Your voice trembles, but it’s enough to make his eyes widen and his jaw tighten. “I…I want you to use your fingers. And your mouth.”
“…Is that right?”
And suddenly he’s hovering over you once more, forehead pressed against your own, his hands unbearably hot against your thighs as he pulls them apart as wide as he can. Your heart leaps in your throat, hands quivering beneath those steely blue eyes, in the faint light of the campfire beside you.
“A bit greedy, but at least you’re learning to use that mouth of yours.” His fingers are teasing your entrance, his thumb swirling over your clit at a soft and gentle pace. “You really want that, sweetheart? You want my fingers deep inside your pussy? Want me to fuck you with ’em, lick your pretty little clit until you cum on my tongue? Is that what you want, sweetheart?”
You swallow hard, trembling arms resting around his shoulders. “Y-yes, I do…”
“Then I wanna hear you say it.”
A deep breath—and then you’re staring right into those steely eyes, your blood singing in your veins.
“…I want you to fuck me with your fingers. Make me cum on your tongue. Please, Kenny—I need you—”
The plea in your voice pushes him over the edge. He’s groaning into your mouth before moving down the length of your body, sliding two fingers into your slick heat, his lips finding purchase against your swollen clit. And suddenly your fingers are tangled in his hair once more, hips rolling against his mouth, that familiar coil winding up in the pit of your stomach.
Your whole body is throbbing, skin ablaze against his own, stomach rolling and tightening with every thrust of his fingers, thighs clenching around his head as your eyes burst open to meet his own and suddenly—
“Kenny!”
Your voice echoes in the air as your vision sparkles with stars. As the coil finally snaps and you’re tumbling over the edge, barely registering his tongue lapping up your release between your thighs. Moaning when he slides his fingers out of you and replaces them with his tongue, shivering when the scruff of his chin brushes along your inner thighs.
A minute or so passes before he pulls away, dipping his fingers into his mouth before caressing your face with his free hand. His palm, albeit rough and scarred, is comforting against your cheek, and you don’t hesitate to nuzzle into its warmth when he positions himself over your body for the third time tonight. Your eyelids are heavy, chest still heaving from the heights he’s taken you to. Heights you didn’t think were even possible until tonight.
You can only hope there will be more nights like this one in your future.
You find yourself dozing off as he cleans you as best he can, with a spare rag from one of the saddlebags and some water from his canteen. A soft smile stretching along your face as he wipes down your thighs and dries you off, before slipping your panties back over your legs. Reclining against the tree closest to the campfire and tugging you into his chest, before throwing the familiar scratchy blanket over your lap and tucking it around your body.
You’re too tired to speak—honestly, you have no idea what to say, even if you could talk right now. So instead you lean up and press a kiss against his cheek, right above the line of scruff on his chin. He grunts and shrugs his shoulders, mumbling something about getting too soft, but you can’t really focus on it now. You’ll ask him in the morning, after the two of you get some rest.
But you’re awake enough to hear him chuckle as you curl yourself into his chest, arms wrapped around his waist beneath the blanket, as he pulls you in close to press a kiss against your sweaty forehead.
“Sleep well, princess.”
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imkumichan · 1 year
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Levi Ackerman in Call of Duty AU
summary: When task force 141 tries to pursue Kenny Ackerman, they have only one way to do that, which is to try to get his nephew first. Levi Ackerman.
Levi's breath stuck in his throat, and he recognized the gaze that filled your eyes. Full of warmth, love, and content "I'm so lucky to be loved by you"
Levi was staring at your hand in his grip as he squeezed it slightly. His eyes slowly shifted toward your head on his shoulder. And once again, his tired sharp eyes scanned your body, looking for possible injuries in case he missed it before.
The two of you right now are sitting inside a military vehicle, waiting for the men, the soldiers, who rescued the two of you to come back from whatever they need to finish first before getting out of this place. Then, he looked to his right, and through the window, he could see the collapsed building, some of them even burning, and across the street, he could even see corpses everywhere.
Levi grits his teeth and his mind keeps wondering about what one of the men said to him. Captain Price, he recalls. "You're going to lead us to Kenny Ackerman, kid". That name, a name that he thought he would never hear from anyone ever again, Kenny-fucking-Ackerman, his damn uncle, is part of a fucking terrorist who just blew up a whole city just to cover his ass up. And now, many people paid the price.
He knows, he knows that his uncle is not a good man. after all, what kind of a guardian taught his nephew all the shits that he knows now? "Just in case brat" he always says. Now, he knows why.
His thought was cut off when he heard footsteps coming closer to them, and his hand slowly went inside his touser where he hid his switchblade. "Don't trust anyone" is one of the things he learned from his uncle.
When the car's door opened, a guy with a skull mask appears before him, Ghost, Levi heard, when the captain barking orders to his men. Levi tried to remember their name, which it's not that difficult with the codenames they have. and Levi noticed when the man's eyes drifted from his eyes to the hand inside his trouser. Then, another person comes into view. A man with mohawk hair. Both of them still have guns in their arms. But it won't be Levi if he hasn't thought of a way to get away even from them if he needs to.
Both the men before him, looked at his hand which still holding yours on his lap, but Levi doesn't let go. If they want him, he needs you with him. If his uncle knows where he is right now, there's a big chance he knows about you too. and he's not taking any chances. Then the man behind ghost smiled thinly, cutting off the tension between them.
"we will move out in 10" without giving Levi any time to say anything, he closed the door. leaving him and you alone in the vehicle again. Levi slowly pulls his hand away from his switchblade as he rests his head on the seat. His eyes found the crown of your head and kissed it softly before he closed his eyes. For now, you are safe. and he will make sure you are still safe tomorrow and the rest of his days.
Call of Duty + Levi Ackerman x Reader
As you know, Kenny Ackerman is involved in something big. For now, he was counted as one of the terrorists who are being hunted by the task force. To sum up, he is a criminal. a big one.
The task force later found out that Kenny has one living relative, who lead them to Levi and who wants him to lead them to Kenny.
Kenny of course knows about that, he blew up a city to prove that they shouldn't try to track him.
Later, Reader will have a role in this too. if they need Levi to find Kenny, Kenny eventually will need Reader to finish whatever he was working out now.
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umeoniii · 1 year
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daddy’s bestfriend, kenny
!: corruption kink, age gap, reader is 18+ obvi, innocent virgin reader, reader calls kenny “uncle” they aren’t related it’s just what she calls him, fem reader, guided masturbation, size kink,
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you sat on the couch of your parents spacious living room, skipping through the channels of the tv trying to occupy yourself until your parents left for their anniversary vacation.
they were leaving you at home for 3 days to your own discretion. you were happy to be alone for the few days, you could use your mothers makeup and look through her clothes all you wanted to now.
your mother walked into the living room putting on her earrings. you already knew she was going to try and set a bunch of rules.
“y/n honey, while we’re gone make sure to watch the house. also if you decide to invite over friends text me, and also make sure to feed princess, if we run out of food make sure to get ‘kitty’s delight’ not the cheap kind…” you drowned out your mothers voice, blabbing on about the same things.
“y/n! are you listening to me?” she says snapping you out of your trance.
you nodded your head watching your father come down the stairs in his suit.
you stood up and walked your parents to the door and kissed them goodbye. you walked back over to the couch plopping back down. before your father walked all the way out the door he turned around and walked back towards you, who was yet again skipping through channels.
“also honey, you remember my good friend kenny? the one who used to watch you alot when you were younger?”
your ears pricked up as soon as the name rolled off his tongue.
“yeah, why do you ask?”
“well he might come over to make sure you stay in check. so keep an eye out okay angel?”
you gave your father a long stare before opening your mouth, “im old enough to watch the house, i dont need a babysitter.” you whined standing in front of your dad.
“i don’t care honey, i’d feel safer if there were an older adult in the house with you.” he walked back to you giving you a kiss on the cheek.
you watched as he walked back to door standing with your mother, who blew you a kiss before closing the door. you stood at the window watching as their taxi drove them off.
turning back to the living room you turned off the living room tv and went into the kitchen getting yourself a snack. a piece of the strawberry cake from their anniversary gift.
after you finished your last bite you remembered, uncle kenny’s coming over!
you ran up the stairs, quickly going to your room taking out cuter lounging clothes. your bathroom was your next destination hopping into the shower washing yourself with the strawberry cream body wash you got from the mall the other day.
you wasted no time to shave your entire body and to wash and do you hair as well. you hopped out drying your body off, and greasing up.
you dried and combed through your hair fixing it into a ponytail with a ribbon. after you were done modding your appearance you ran back into your bed laying down. you checked the time on your phone. damn, it took me 3 hours to do all of that? n’ he’s still not here…
you looked over to your nightstand drawer and opened it taking out your diary as well as your pen.
you wrote, “today my parents left me home alone! they acted like i couldn’t watch the house, im in college im pretty sure i can… they’re gonna be gone for a few days, 3 at most. and guess who’s gonna come over? guess! kenny is! my, i’m lowkey nervous but im happy because i haven’t seen him in a lil while.”
it was honestly odd what you had for your father’s friend. you’ve always had a little crush on him. you found many of his attributes attractive. you liked how he towered over you, how he was always very nice to you and overprotective of you. you felt icky at times with the way he made you feel, but you couldn’t help yourself.
while thinking you heard a knock at your door.
it must be kenny! you got off your bed and peered through the blinds seeing kenny’s black truck. you ran down the steps quickly and stopped at the front door. you looked through the peephole seeing kenny’s tall form standing with a bag in his hands.
you opened the door swiftly to be greeted with a large smile on his face. you jumped and gave him a big hug, his large arm wrapped around your hips.
“hey kiddo” he said
“hi kenny” you backed up from the hug, motioning him to come inside. the two of you walked in standing in the living room.
“you’ve gotten older since last time i seen ya’” he said, you noticed how his eyes drifted to your breasts before he quickly looked back at your eyes.
“it hasn’t been that long.” you scoffed, “ what’s in the bag?” you inquired following him to the couch.
“nothin’ my stuff, also i gotcha something.” you watched him pull out a stuffed puppy out of a separate box he was carrying. it was pink with a white bow tied on it. you smiled with bright, wide eyes.
“i knew you liked this kind of cutesy stuff so i got it for you at the store.” you opened it, staring in awe at the white puppy plush that sat before you.
“what did you do with the last one i got for you?” he asked.
“oh, the bunny? well it sits on my bed!” you told him thinking about how you cuddle with it at night as if it were your uncle.
“that’s great, so where am i gonna sleep at?” he asked yawning.
“the room next to mine, you want me to show it to you?” you asked sweetly.
he gave you a nod. you walked up the stairs with kenny behind you. you walked down the long hallway past your parents room and yours and right to the guest room.
“here it is.” it was a nice cream colored room. it had a queen sized bed and a tv.
“you can use my bathroom kenny if you need it m’kay? my parents hate even when i use their bathroom.” you gave him a soft smile as he took off his boots. you walked out leaving him alone.
you walked back to your bedroom putting the dog plushie on your bed. you layed down on your back getting your phone and putting in your headphones listening to your music.
you sat on your bed lying down until you felt a light tap on your thigh. you sat up quickly turning to kenny. you saw his mouth moving not hearing a word leaving his lips. you took off your headphones to hear him clearly.
“huh?”
“i said im about to take a shower y/n, help me out will ya?”
you both walked inside of your bathroom. you showed him where everything was and how to work the shower. he took in the scenery of your restroom.
“damn even the soaps shaped like a lil animal.” he chuckled inspecting the soap, while you lit up your candle.
he pulled out his razor and you walked out sitting back onto your bed.
you pulled back out your diary writing more of the day’s events and also writing some reminders. a few minutes later you heard the door creak from the bathroom as kenny stepped out.
beard shaved off clean, towel wrapped around his waist, and dripping wet. you looked at his hair sticking to his body and you couldn’t help but look down at his happy trail that wrapped around his navel and went down. you looked at him lips parted before you turned around, the heat of your body almost making you sweat.
“sorry i left my clothes in the room, forgot to bring them with me to the bathroom” he chuckled, you watched as he walked out going to his room.
kenny left the clothes on purpose, so he can see your little flustered face as he stood half naked in front of you. he wanted to see just how long it would take to make you break.
he dried off in his room and put his clothes on. he stayed in his room letting the tv entertain him occasionally checking in on you until you came in asking him if he was hungry. you eyed the tight black shirt he wore, outlining his muscles and biceps. as well as the pajama pants he wore.
“hell yeah i am.”
“well i’ll be in the kitchen, i’ll make us something good to eat.” you smiled walking off.
when kenny heard you walk down the stairs he creeped into your room slowly.
he loved how you liked cutesy things, everything in your room was a pastel color or pink. you had cute trinkets and posters all over your room. he looked through your drawers looking at your lacy panties and bras.
what’d he do to see you in only them.
he turned around towards your bed catching a glimpse of the pink journal with stickers laying on your ditsy rose comforter.
he sat himself on the bed softly looking at the cover of the book y/n’s diary DONT read further.
he chuckled to himself before reading forward.
he wanted to know more about you and how your life has been since he last saw you. he hasn’t talked to you consistently in about a year and he didn’t wanna nag you by asking, so he took matters into his own hands.
and boy was he was surprised at the contents of the book. it started off normal about things you did in your day, what you ate, what you wore simple things. sometimes his name would be mentioned. and the things said with his name were always about your feelings twoards him or how you thought about him a lot. one struck his eye though.
“last night i had a dream about my uncle kenny, a very weird dream. i don’t even wanna write about it because it was so dirty and yucky. usually these kind of things come with your subconscious, i mean yeah i like kenny a little more than i should. but i don’t think i like him in the way shown in my dream, that’s weird and nasty. and i’m not like that, i’ve known him for so long, he’s like my uncle. i think i’ll just try to forget about it and get ready to go to work…”
you had a crush on your uncle kenny. and surprisingly he liked you a lot too, he thought you were always such a cutie. when he saw you on your 18th birthday something in him changed.
he knew your father would murder him mercilessly if he knew how he felt about you, but he couldn’t contain himself. kenny closed your diary and layed it back on the bed the way it was originally.
“kenny dinners ready!” you called out to him
he walked down the stairs to the scent of tomato soup and grilled cheese.
“smells good, y/n” he looked at you sitting down at the island
“really? i tried something different and quicker today”
“looks good as well.” he said nearly drooling over his plate. kenny ripped a piece of his sandwich and tossed it to the persian long haired cat meowing on the ground. the two of you ate quietly sometimes making eye contact with a soft smile.
“hey does your parents have a liquor cabinet or somethin’ ?”
you nodded, walking over to the cabinet standing on your tippy toes trying to reach it. kenny came up behind you with one of his hands on your hip the other reaching for your dad’s rum.
you felt a tingling sensation with his hand touching you so intimately like that. he went to another cabinet grabbing two glasses, the both of you taking your seats on the soft cushions.
“y/n you’re old enough to drink ain’tcha? have some.” kenny saud slyly pouring some into a glass for you
“well no kenny, i don’t really like it…” you said hesitantly
“c’mon it ain’t bad, i’ll help you out if you need it.” he smiled at you
you nodded sipping at the liquor and you hated it. you swallowed it only because kenny was watching you, but the burning sensation in your throat almost caused you to purge right on the table. he saw you were struggling and got you a bottle of water.
“here, i ain’t like it my first time either.” he chuckled rubbing your back as you downed the water.
a little while later you and kenny were finished, and you and him went up to your rooms separately. you sat in your bed and put your journal back into your bedside drawer.
you layed in your bed thinking about how flustered your uncle made you that day. the way you felt when he walked in front of you basically fully exposed and the way his big hand laid on your hip.
you got the weird sensation again, you tried to squeeze your legs shut in attempts to make the feeling go away. you turned off your lamp and drifted to sleep next to the barrage of plushies on your side.
you woke up later on to a suddenly heavier feeling in your bed, turning to your side you saw kenny asleep right next to you. you gasped audibly, slapping his arm trying to get his attention. he woke up giving you a confused look before realizing what he had did wrong.
“what are you doing?” you whisper screamed
“im sorry honey your bed looked more comfortable.” he said, you noticed his shirt was off which made the heat grow even rapidly.
he looked at you, a smirk tugging on the corner of his mouth.
“ya‘ know, i know yer’ lil secret” he whispered into your ear.
you looked at him genuinely confused, “what secret?” you grabbed the lighter next to your bed, lighting up your candle.
“don’t play dumb with me doll. the little book that was lying on your bed, i read it.” he said sitting up
you thought deeply into it before you felt your heart drop.
oh my god, kenny read my diary. you tried your hardest to keep your composure, but it was clear that you were shocked and scared.
“don’t worry honey, i ain’t angry or anything. tell me, what was your dream about?” he asked looking into your eyes
“i um, it was about…” you cupped you hands around his ear, “we kissed” you paused abruptly, “ an- and we had… sex but before things really got started i woke up.” you whispered shamefully into his ear.
he looked at you, your heart almost pounding out of your chest.
he picked up on how nervous you were feeling , “you okay?” he asked you, sultry voice making your hairs stand up.
“yeah well, it makes me feel… icky.”
“icky? how?”
“first of all it’s weird because you’re like my uncle, kenny. and second i get this weird tingly feeling sometimes.”
he pulled you closer to him, to where you were almost on his lap, he snaked his arm around your waist and layed his hand on your thigh. “what tingly feeling?” he hummed in your ear.
you hesitated embarrassed to tell him how it felt.
“c’mon tell me sweetie, i wanna help you try n’ get rid of it.”
you grabbed his hand and drifted it to your clothed heat.
“oh, so your cunnie’s what’s achy hm?”
he pressed his finger onto your panties making you gasp. he rubbed it slowly causing you to writhe under him.
“you a virgin y/n?” he said still rubbing your clit through your panties.
you nodded vigorously grinding onto his finger.
“good girl, i don’t want you being with any of those nasty little boys, okay?”
you nodded.
“have you ever touched yourself down here before?” he said nibbling at your ear lobe.
“n-no sir” you stuttered
he removed his hand feeling how damp your panties got.
“m’ gonna teach ya a little something okay?”
he grabbed your hand and trailed it to your panties. he took his hands and ripped your panties, the cold air on your exposed pussy made you tremble.
“kenny i really liked those.” you muttered softly
he held your hand with his and showed you how to touch yourself.
“whenever you get to thinkin bout me just get your fingers and rub em’ on that little bump right there you see?” he slid you all the way onto his lap. the hairs on his chest rubbed against your back. he layed his head in the crook of your neck taking in the scent of strawberry pound cake perfume.
you layed your fingers on your clit rubbing it slowly while he helped you move your hand.
“just like that.” he groaned into your ear.
you felt the tingly feeling become more disperse throughout your body. you moaned softly rubbing your clit. you felt how hard kenny was while sitting on his lap.
kenny moved your hand from your cunt, replacing it with own fingers. he sped up the pace making you squirm more, your thighs closing.
you felt the tingly feeling build up but then it suddenly vanished as your orgasm crashed over your body.
“mm kenny” you whined, your thighs squeezing his hand as you wiggled uncontrollably in his lap.
he kissed your neck as you breathed in and out. he then picked you up and layed you back onto your bed barely giving you time to recover. he spread your legs before pulling down his pants.
a look of dread and confusion took over your face as you looked at his cock. it was long and curved over his tummy. his head was swolllen and leaky. you closed your legs and shook your head.
“what’s wrong pretty? it ain’t gonna hurt, promise.” he said kissing your cheek and prying your legs back open.
he spit onto his fingers and rubbed it onto your vulva before lining his head to your hole.
“im gonna stuff ya like a fuckin’ apple pie.”
he pushed himself into you, softly groaning while doing so. you watched waiting for him to be all the way in. he pushed the last of himself in quickly, causing you to let out a yelp.
he was balls deep inside of you, your legs on his shoulders. he slowly thrusted himself in you. you whined softly to yourself. it was more painful than you imagined, he was so big compared to your virgin body. you felt yourself stretching out after every thrust.
you wrapped your arms around his neck, your headboard squeaking from all the movement.
“how would yer’ daddy feel? if he knew how dirty you were getting for me?”
“upset” you hiccuped, his skin slapping against yours.
“damn right he’d be, so you can’t tell him about this. that his best friend is fucking the hell out of his daughter.” he said rubbing your cheek
you felt guilty, but at the same time you couldn’t help it, you wanted more.
“kenny it feels so good, c-can you go a little faster.” you said shakily
he sped up causing tears of pleasure to run down your hot cheeks. you felt the way his tip rubbed against the ridges inside of you, it made you feel an emotion you’ve like none you’ve ever experienced.
“fuck, you’re so tight honey, im trying so hard not to cum.” he held you closer to his chest biting the tender skin of your neck. you yelped from the sudden feeling of his teeth in your neck, but weirdly enough you liked it.
you liked the full feeling he gave you, the pang of pain you felt when his cock expanded your virgin cunt, you loved it. he slid his hands up your gown groping and squeezing your chest, you wrapped your legs around his waist holding on to him as tight as possible.
“you don’t know how many times i’ve imagined this day. how many times i’ve came into my hand thinkin’ about you.” he grunted, his body slamming against yours.
you started to feel a pleasurable sensation, like something intense was building up inside of you “k-kenny” you sputtered, voiced shaky from all the movement. he looked at you still thrusting, “i feel it again, the weird feeling.” you whined clawing at his back. he didn’t answer your inquiry and instead sped up.
you felt the feeling build up even more as the ribbon in your tummy snapped. you moaned loudly tensing your body and cumming all over your uncle kenny. you gasped for air while kenny continued to thrust into you, his pace getting sloppy.
he pulled out before grabbing your cheeks and forcing your mouth open.
“stick out your tongue like you’re licking a popsicle alright?” he said jerking himself over you.
you obliged.
a few pumps later his semen spewed from his swollen, dark red tip. white covered your tongue as you kept it hanging out of your mouth.
“swallow it like the good girl you are.” he said, his big hand resting on top of your head.
you swallowed the thick, salty liquid with a slightly embarrassed grin.
kenny grabbed you by your cheeks indulging in a deep kiss groping your body more.
little did you know he was planning to repeat this again tomorrow.
a/n: only few ppl on this app will understand how bad i need kenny ψ(`∇´)ψ
a/n2: i hate to be the bearer of bad news for the south park fans, but this is abt kenny ackerman from aot Σ('◉⌓◉’)
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ackermansimper · 1 year
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Hey, if I’m asking too much please tell me, it’s cool! I don’t wanna push it, but if you have time and you feel like it could you maybe write about the Ackermans with a S/o who likes joking around a lot?
I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOU, YOU NEVER PUSHED TOO MUCH. SORRY FOR THE HIATUS BTW IMMA DO ALL MY INBOX REQUESTS 😭❤️
The Ackerman's when their s/o likes to joke a lot
Kenny
-Kenny would absolutely love having an s/o who throws jokes around a lot as he himself, likes joking a lot as well
-He would almost always go along with his s/o's jokes whether it was insulting someone or not. He just liked getting a laugh outta it.
-He'd like someone who can insult him for fun without being afraid. Makes him feel like he can absolutely obliterate them with words and they wouldn't take offense because they throw insults back and then laugh with him about it.
-He also liked having an excuse to insult you (not that he needed one)
-He'd definitely like someone with a crude sense of humor. Ripping into each other with hurtful words would make him quite satisfied as he knew he could say whatever without you actually taking it serious.
-In some weird sense, you would both weirdly sorta bond through it all though. Your joking insults, teases, and snickerings were a way of bonding with each other. He knew that. You knew that. Everyone else didn't and they were confused when y'all would start insulting each other and then laughing about it.
Levi
-Levi wouldn't have any issues with you joking around but he'd never laugh at it or any type of joke you'd make
-You and Levi probably started dating because of it though. You'd be wondering why Levi never laughs at your jokes and you'd then take every opportunity to tell a joke to him that you could. Sooner or later it might've sprung into a closer relationship because of the amount of time you spent together while you told your 'shitty jokes' as Levi called them
-He probably did figure out that you only stuck around him in an attempt to make him laugh but it flustered him a bit on how much effort you were putting
-You still probably wouldn't get a luagh outta him but you'd both end up getting together sooo yeah
-Moving ooon he probably wouldn't take part in most jokes you make but he would make some of his own, insulting people of course but you found it funny with his deadpan face so he saw it worth it
-Although he usually wouldn't partake in jokes you made, he would take part whenever you'd make shit jokes. He would continue them with a straight ass face which made it even funnier in your opinion.
Mikasa
-She honestly probably didn't care for your existence when first meeting you. Her first impression was that you were just some eccentric jokester who thrived on attention
-However, she was definitely easier to get a small chuckle out of than Levi
-Sometimes she did actually consider your jokes funny and although she wouldn't react too big all the time, she'd still sometimes react with a small smile or small laugh
-Everyone would probably be confused as to what Mikasa would find funny with you and why she seemed to not mind your presence and jokes but no one questioned it
-It honestly was probably you who initiated anything more than that though. She never really tried to get to know you on a much personal level apart from your jokes
-After your attempts and her decision to give it a try, she started to partake in your jokes much more often and add to them
-You were most likely the energetic one in the relationship though. She'd add to your jokes but she'd never start it herself.
-You both are honestly probably the complete opposite but she doesn't really care much. She loves you and your stupid jokes so that's all that matters to her.
♥ Thank you for reading ♥
I miss writing so much 😭 Requests are opened for our favorite Ackermans so ask away! I mainly do headcanons though ^^
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yes-i-am-a-tree · 11 months
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"I thought I was gonna die. " (Platonic!Kenny Ackerman x reader)
Summary: You were to play a part in a plan Kenny and Levi created to break you out of captivity and get away safely. The ironic thing is, you had no idea such a plan existed, so you take your own route, throwing both Kenny and Levi for a loop. Regardless, you prove to them that you can fend for yourself. You also prove that you're a terrible horse rider.
Genre: Angst but gets wholesome at the end. Happy ending.
Also, Platonic Levi x reader but to a minimal amount.
Warnings: bodily injuries, mentions of execution and murder, Kenny being a disappointed father :')
Somewhat proofread 😅 more notes at the bottom 👍
Set in a Western AU!
High noon. Exactly 12 clock was the time your execution was scheduled.
You were framed. Though they had only gotten one thing right out of their accusations against you.
You were Kenny's apprentice. You were 100% along with him every step of the way. Listening to his every order, and obeying his every command. You owed it to him. You can't even count on both hands how many times he's saved your life.
But they were wrong with everything else. The MP claimed you tried to assassinate the king. The Lord of all three walls. It's a wonder everyone believed them because you weren't big or powerful like Levi or Kenny. But they accused you anyway because they knew you were directly associated with Kenny the Ripper.
But apparently, that was in the past because they welcomed him with open arms and left you in the dust.
So you sat and waited. You tried desperately not to think about your doom but it was always on your mind. It ate away at you during the night and it loomed over during the day.
And soon. It was the morning of the last day you'll ever see the sun again. The last day you'll enjoy (not that there was much too in this cramped musty cell)
You tried to savor your last hour before one of the palace guards knocked on the heavy metal bars of your enclosure. It was time to go.
Once you were forced into the palace square it was almost like an open cathedral.
There were crowds among crowds of people. All watching with their beady greedy eyes.
Surprisingly to you though, and you were handcuffed to a pole, no executioner stood nearby. In fact, you found it weird you were chained to a pole in the first place.
You sat in the brutal sun before the crowd grew silent. The king had arrived to watch.
You looked up at him and scowled. He of all people shod know you were not guilty. It was those fucking snobbish Military Police.
Then, a familiar clop of footsteps sounded behind you. 'Of course, he's here, he's basically the head of the MPs at this point.
He then walked his brown leather boots directly in front of your line of sight. You frowned. 2 weeks ago, you would've been overjoyed to see those boots. But now, you just felt betrayed.
On multiple occasions, you hoped and even prayed that he would come and save you. I mean, hell, you had been with him for over a year, did he not care? You gave up that hope a long time ago when you were being transported to the castle prison and you saw his face in the mass of people. You saw him look away. You saw him turn his back on you.
And now he was here to mock you.
Suddenly he squatted and grabbed your face, forcing you to look up at him. Kenny's signature smirk was condescending.
"Don't you know how to show your owner some respect?"
You could hear a couple of guards snicker. You grimaced.
He seemed to grin wider at your reaction.
"What, you don't wanna talk to me? " Kenny asked teasingly.
You just glared. You regretted the last year of your life. Everything just went wrong from there. And now, you were about to die. Alone. Disrespected. And innocent.
Then, He slapped you across the face. Albeit, it was softer than any of the beats he had given you before, nonetheless, it still hurt like hell. You bit back a couple of cuss words.
You truly hated him.
"Sorry sweetheart, I have to teach you a lesson for trying to touch the King"
As he said this he stroked your face where he slapped you like he was trying to soothe you. That just added fuel to the growing fire of hatred inside. You closed your eyes to conceal your tears. He was the last person you wanted to cry in front of.
If only you had kept them open because it was obvious, while you were up that close, that he regretted hitting you. He hated doing it every time. But now was not the moment to feel sympathy.
He took ahold of your dirty hair and slammed your head against the pole behind you. It was like a shock, the vibrations rolling through your skull and the pain and ache that continued endlessly.
You couldn't help the sound of your pain that left your mouth.
Kenny kept his facade. "Don't act so fearless now, you know what's in store for you."
He back-talked you for about 5 more minutes and gave you a couple more mild hits before a loud noise erupted from the large front doors of the cathedral. A gunshot.
Suddenly there was screaming from the outside. Everyone spectating turned their attention to the doors of the cathedral.
And without warning the doors busted open. And out through the doors came someone on horseback. He had a dark hood on and you couldn't make out any of his features.
It was like a dream like some unexplainable thing just occurred. What in the world was happening? Why would anyone want to interrupt your execution?
Before you could think about the rapidly approaching horseman any further you heard the double doors behind you open as well.
You strained your neck to see. The king's guards came pouring out of them, one after the other. All suited up in armor and all horseback.
But to your astonishment, the hooded horse rider fearlessly steered in the other direction towards them.
You tried to watch their scrimmage but you felt Kenny suddenly grab your face.
"Listen to me, I'm gonna untie you and you're gonna follow after me. Got it? "
Without thinking you nodded immediately. So he quickly got to work on your bindings.
But as he hastily cut the rope off, a fleeting thought took a hold of you.
Did you want to be saved by Kenny? The man who betrayed you? Part of you would instead still be executed than go with him. You didn't want to go back to being his little obedient assistant. You could live on your own right?
Then Kenny leaned back up, finished with your rope, and instead of paying attention
to what he was saying, you noticed a stray horse galloping behind him and suddenly, it became a lot more interesting than whatever he was ordering you to do. 'I can get out myself' you thought. 'I don't need his help anymore, he was going to let me die anyway.’
As you pulled your arms off just to make sure, you put your plan into action. You quickly threw your head back, and headbutted Kenny as hard as you could.
In reality, it wasn't too hard, but the surprise most definitely made up for it. Kenny sat utterly dumbfounded for a second as you took off in the direction you last saw the horse.
"Y/N! " you heard him roar.
A part of you wanted to stop and curl up in fear but the majority of you sped up.
This was unreal, unheard of. The minute you reached the light brown horse you took a hold of her reigns and wasted no time mounting her.
She hiccupped in her movements and made a move to shake you off but obeyed when you yanked suddenly on the reigns.
The whole time this occurred you heard Kenney's yells.
In your mind, you found it funny. It was about time he stopped treating you like some dog.
You sped around the cathedral before racing towards the exit.
The crowd was loud, the guards were loud and the noise drowned out as you steamrolled your way through. You didn't even look back.
The way forward was not clear. After the double door was passed through, the people in the streets screamed in fear for the stallion bounding in their direction.
The wind zipped past your hair, and for once in your life, you felt on top of the world. You were unbeatable, untouchable, immortal.
You zoomed past shops and police, they were too stunned to stop you. You heard a faint cackling and realized it was coming from you. For some time, you felt like you could feel this way forever, free, happy... Like it could never end.
In your haste and carelessness, you failed to notice the cart in front of you until it was too late.
In your spilt second to reflexes, you steered the horse in an extremely harsh right, and it worked for a moment until you realized you were going to crash headfirst into a tree.
You yanked on the reigns once again, but the inertia flung you out of the saddle and out over the horse.
Unfortunately for you, out past the tree you were trying to avoid, laid out a deep River bank. What was supposed to be a short fall off your horse for a moment, ended up being a 4-second tumble down the rocky side of a river bank.
On your way down, the harsh ridged rocks dug into your skin and did little to hinder your fall. Your limbs got caught on small trees and the pain... The pain was immeasurable.
You hit the water with a splash and promptly passed out.
...
Kenny was pissed.
Beyond pissed.
Honestly, he was so angry it surprised him but he didn't dwell on it for too long.
He and Levi had a near perfectly fine plan, but then you had to fuck it all up with that dumbass little stunt you pulled.
Really, what the fuck were you even thinking? Now he has to go out and look for your dumbass. Any sympathy he felt for hitting you earlier felt completely justified in his eyes now.
I mean, why the fuck didn't you just listen to him? He was helping you for God's sake!??
He forced his way through the same crowds you did with his horse. Looking for any sign of your path.
After a minute of riding, through a gap in the road, Levi caught up and rode alongside him. Levi had changed out of his disguise and was looking for you too.
The more they continued through the town without any clues to your wear about, the angrier Kenny became. He was so fed up. He thought that he might actually kill you when he found you.
But as they drove up the road, there was a crowd in the way.
They slowed down but as they got closer, to their dismay, the crowd wasn’t about Y/N. It seemed like they were trying to calm down a horse.
Kenny huffed in annoyance and tried to force his way through but Levi called out to him.
"Kenny wait,” Levi ordered.
"What!? " Kenny asked exasperatedly.
"Shut up and look at the horse."
Kenny stopped at took a good look at the horse. It was light brown... And for a moment he wondered why he should even care but it finally hit him. The horse you left on looked exactly like it.
He and Levi looked around frantically. You couldn't have gone too far, he's sure they didn't feed you well.
Then, he spotted the cart. It seemed out of place from the start but it was quite literally just sitting in the middle of the road.
Moving around the crowd, with Levi following him, he rode up to the cart and dismounted.
Levi got off his horse questioningly and took both reigns and proceeded to tie them to a nearby tree.
Kenny continued to look around. "I think she's around here somewhere, I'm sure that cart tripped her up."
Levi gave no sign of agreement and instead took a look around as well. In truth, he was annoyed too but understood why you would do this in the first place. Kenny never had a good reputation for being genuine or communicative.
But overall, a part of him was worried, both before this and right now. He never thought he'd think this but he didn't want you to die, and right now, you were seriously in danger.
They continued to scout out the area, around the trees and nearby shops, until, while pushing back some bushes, Levi saw the stream. It was a large river bank with rushing water, and there was a steep decline of rocks and trees to it.
"Kenny! " Levi yelled and moved to carefully start his descent to the water.
As he stepped down the more stable rocks, he noticed that some seemed loose, like they had been moved, and there were spots where there were depressions in the ground where a rock used to be.
Soon enough, Kenny came rushing to the bank as well. Immediately taking after Levi (albeit hastily and less carefully)
It took them some time to reach the bottom, but on the way they saw broken trees and... Blood. Blood coated the smooth rocks and twigs left abandoned by the side of the bank. They grew more perturbed.
Once they reached the bottom Kenny immediately looked around the sides of the water. No signs of you, just undisturbed sand.
"She must have gotten carried away by the river!" Kenny yelled over the rushing water.
He and Levi jogged downstream (The decline into the back was too steep for their horses). It was a large basin of water, all flowing and crashing into large rocks down the slope. Further ahead laid a small waterfall, which didn't leave a good feeling in Kenny’s stomach.
They clambered down the sides and continued looking for you. So far down the stream, there was nothing, but it was their only hope in finding your wear abouts.
When Kenny looked ahead, the stream reached somewhat of a turn, or it was more like a couple of large boulders broke the stream into veins, and the largest ran down to the right and out of view.
The other smaller streams kept riding on, out into different directions but what caught his attention was the odd brown object protruding from between some of the rocks.
Without hesitation, he wadded through the strong current towards it. Levi followed doubtlessly, though, he hesitated because he didn't want to get his boots or pants muddy.
Once Kenny eventually reached the other side, he could see what the strange object was.
There, abandoned on the shore was a stray boot. He knelt, picked it up, and studied it.
It was the left boot and when he thought about it, it was suddenly familiar. He took it in his hands and stood up. There were no footprints, or bootprints, just plain sand.
"YN! " he called out. He looked around desperately. "YN!! "
Levi had already strode ahead, taking note of the boot, he walked forward checking behind large boulders. As he progressed forward, he finally spotted what they were looking for.
A body crumpled up along with the rocks. From what he could see, there was a substantial amount of blood.
"Kenny! " Levi called again as he speed walked towards your unconscious form.
Without missing a beat Kenny took off to where he heard Levi. He kept his pace until he spotted you as well, increasing in speed to get to you faster.
He couldn’t will himself to call out to you again, too afraid of the silence that might follow. You can't die. It isn't possible, he doesn't have time for it.
You were in worse shape than he thought. Of course, Levi reached you first, but from what he could see, your left calf was twisted beyond its normal capabilities. There was blood across your stomach and he could see large scratches and the beginnings of bruises started to form on your skin.
Your clothes were tattered and soaked, whatever skin was showing looked damaged in some way or another. Kenny leaned down and watched Levi hurriedly check your pulse. Even Levi looked concerned... or even scared.
Kenny watched as Levi’s face turned from anxious back to his normal scowl.
“Well, is she alive or dead?!” Kenny half yelled out of nervousness.
“She’s alive,” Levi stated in monotone, “But she’s probably broken some bones and we’ll have to carry her back.”
Kenny grumbled but felt a rush of peace. He didn’t want to admit it but he was tense the whole time before Levi said that.
“Well, let’s get a move on, I’m sick and tired of this shit.” Kenny spat. He sat the boot down and squatted to find a way to pick you up. But as his hands breached under your back and knees, you abruptly started coughing and heaving. It was a thick and heaving cough, and every time you did was excruciating.
“Finally awake huh?” Kenny taunted through gritted teeth, “Have a nice trip?”
You were too disoriented to comprehend what Kenny was saying. You groaned because of the pain and let your eyes adjust. The noise of the water and Kenny’s loud ass voice overwhelmed you.
“What…” You croaked. “Kenny?”
“Yeah it’s me, Princess,” Kenny said sarcastically, “I’m here to save your dumbass.”
“What’s going on?” You asked no one in particular. Your eyes finally adjusted and you could make out Kenny and Levi looking down at you. Levi looked more or less normal but Kenny… well, let’s just say Kenny didn’t look pleased.
“You tell me. We had a plan but it seems like you had other ideas.” he bitched.
“I,” you thought about it but found your brain was having a hard time thinking. “I didn’t know” you muttered dumbly.
“Yeah, I can see that,” Kenny said angrily, “You’re in a butt load of trouble for this little stunt you pulled, first you fuckin’ headbutt me, then you run off and now you’ve troubled both me and Levi by having to walk all the way down here to get you. I haven't even mentioned the stuff we're gonna have to do to get you back and fixed.”
You felt embarrassed, to say the least. If your face wasn’t already burning from the blood rushing to it from the pain, it sure was now. “I thought that- I thought-”
“Well you thought fuckin’ wrong, that’s what you fucking did, you screwed it all up,” Kenny cursed.
Levi had already stood up when you weren’t paying attention, but his voice suddenly made his presence known. He wasn’t one to get into his uncle's affairs, you were Kenny's little brat and had little relation to him, but this was getting to be too much.
“Can we do this shit some other time, Kenny?” Levi spoke with an annoyed tone.
“No! No, I have shit to say to this little fucker.” Kenny barked at him while staring at you.
Kenny then reached down and grabbed at your shirt, hauling you up and causing you to huff. Your legs strained and the ankle, which was numb before, suddenly felt very noticeable and painful. You whimpered and hissed.
“When I fucking tell you to do something, you’re supposed to Fucking Do It!” Kenny hissed while jabbing at you, “Don’t fucken ignore me. Don’t do the opposite. And Don’t Fucking Hit me you little-”
He stopped momentarily when he saw the tears running down your cheeks. “Oh, don’t you think for a second those crocodile tears are gonna’ make me forget this mess sweetheart. You fucked this shit up, and now you’re gonna pay for it.”
Levi cursed and anxiously shuffled on his feet, “Kenny, lets just fucking go, our horses are still-”
“Shut Up! I’m not done!” Kenny ordered, “What were you even thinking huh? Do you want this to happen? Did you think you were gonna do something? Did you think this was gonna change anything? Huh?” Kenny shook you with every question, unaware of the pain this was causing you.
Some more tears fell down your face. You kept grimacing.
After you didn’t answer because of the pain, Kenny continued. “Some shit like this happens every single time! Should I have just left you there? Maybe I should've because now I have to deal with your bullshit again. Do you want me to bring you back!?”
“Kenny, I thought I was gonna die” you sobbed.
Kenny stopped at stared at you. Since you said it through tears and hiccups it took a moment to understand you. “You thought you were gonna die?” He questioned condescendingly.
It took a second for you to answer, because of the hiccups and gasping. “I thought- that you had left me for good. You just left me to die- I thought I was gonna die.”
He stayed silent for a moment. Huffing through his nose and staring at your pain-stricken face, trying to understand exactly what you meant.
“It was when- When” You gasped. “When you turned away from me when they took me away. You turned away and left me.”
Kenny stared at you with a confused expression, but then sighed and looked down when he realized where the misunderstanding happened.
Kenny’s voice was much softer now as if explaining to a toddler he spoke, “Y/N I did that so that the MP didn’t think it was a setup. You know that I have to act so that they didn’t suspect anything.”
“No- No I didn’t because I had no clue you were with the MP. You just-” You huffed once more, “You just left me and I had to stay there with- with no food and in fear because- because I was gonna die. I thought I was gonna die for sure.” You whimpered and sputtered. “And- And you’re really h-hurting me.” You added pitifully.
Kenny hesitated, as if somewhat surprised that he was causing you physical pain, before calmly setting you back down.
He waited for a moment over you, mulling over his actions and the miscommunication that had accrued.
“Let’s go,” Kenny decided, “Levi, help me.”
Levi returned to your side hastily, happy this argument was finally over, and supported your body as Kenny carefully pulled you up and held your bridal style. As he adjusted you, you continued to groan and hiss. Your arm rose to grab onto something because of anxiety since you couldn’t remember the last time you were picked up.
Your hand grasped onto the back of Kenny’s collar and your head rested near Kenny’s shoulder. You continued to huff involuntarily.
Levi grabbed your left boot and they began to walk, without the urgency they had before, up the river. Every step Kenny took left a sting in your leg since it moved with the inertia of his movement but you keep silent.
You closed your eyes and tried to fight the shame and embarrassment that was overcoming you. ‘Another time I fuck it all up, Kenny is right, I really am just a burden.’ Your conscious tormented. ‘Every time I’m around something bad happens. They really should’ve just left me to die.’
“Kenny…” You started hesitantly, “I’m really sorry”
You heard no response and it left you feeling incredibly stupid. ‘What was an apology gonna do? Fix things?’ But something distracted you from thinking this way for too long because you noticed Kenny’s heartbeat had increased substantially.
“Just… don’t you ever do that again,” Kenny said softly while stepping over a particularly large rock. Causing you to wince.
“I won't..” You muttered.
He took this as an invitation to continue talking. “You gave me quite a fright ya know? All I know is that you’re gone and you’ve lost a lot of blood. And then we finally find you and you’re unconscious… heh, you said you were scared you were gonna die, well I was scared shitless that you actually were.” He admitted with a weak smile.
After a moment with no response, he suddenly felt a deep despairing pit form in his gut and he quickly looked down at you.
“Levi, she’s not responding.” He spoke with urgency.
“She’s just sleeping” Levi answered calmly, “She lost a lot of blood.”
Kenny tutted with embarrassment. Nodding as if he already knew that.
“Jesus kid, you’re gonna give me a heart attack.” He spoke under his breath.
★ I know I haven't posted in like, 2 years but im a one hit wonder except my hits aren't wonders they're mistakes.
Also, this is NOT lore accurate at all 😅 I can't even remember theast time I've seen at I just randomly remembered my liking towards Kenny and felt the need to write it.
And actually, if you can't tell, I wrote this on the course of 2 years, some of the beginning is low quality but the end is recent so if it sounds different halfway through apologies.
Also, I wish I could recall the name and uthor but this is a little bit inspired by their Kenny x reader fics where it's in a western AU. I just loved it so much that now whenever I imagine Kenny it's when he's some wanted outlaw in the Wild West.
‼️I have a part 2 if anyone is interested. I'll probably post it anyway if this gets attention 👍
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thelibraryblog · 2 years
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Hey! I recently discovered your blog and I’m absolutely smitten for your version of Kenny! You write him so well! May I request you write something in any form prefer for Kenny with a s/o who’s very sarcastic and has a similar sense of humor like his? Even though she is sarcastic she sometimes tries to be affectionate and make him feel better about himself.
My finals are now finally over, and I was looking forward to being back and write since I'll have some time for myself now.
This is clearly the best relationship dynamic we can have with our Kenny. And I'm here to serve you this. Hope you like it! (Also for funny reason the reader is in the SC)
It's exactly what Kenny wants in a relationship. He could manage a shy girl, but he love talk back so much. And with your attitude, he's served.
As I write with the headcanon when you save his ass, he's not even accepting it. And it's always like that with him. For example, multiple times Kenny will tell you that he can beat your ass if he wanted to. "You are aware that I'm killing titans as a job Kenny." Your disabused look speaks for itself, but he has the audacity to roll his eyes and smirk. "And visibly you aren't aware of who I am."
So it happen one day when Kenny worked and you weren't. You were doing your groceries when you catch a glimpse of your boyfriend running after a "Bad guy" (as if he weren't one). The idea of him catching the bad guy really made you laugh. But between choosing your strawberries and salads mindlessly you heard a weird noise behind you.
The path is busy at this time of the day, like you other people are doing their chores which makes it a little bit difficult to move. But the noise you heard really pick your attention. As a soldier to, you manage to observe your surroundings and pick up the anomaly. Some weird ass dude was trying to act normal, but you didn't like his attitude.
Well thing leading to another, you're like Kenny... And you like picking up fights with people. When the man was laying on the floor whining because you hurt him you heard someone walking behind you, and as you turn around you saw your boyfriend grinning at you and the man on the floor.
"I require some money for doing your job love."
"Doing what doll? beating up a poor man? c'mon you know I am a good guy don't you?"
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Bodyguard! Kenny Ackerman x Actor! (Fem) Reader
Rukia’s Movie Event 🎥
Warnings: 🎀boobs 🎀, 18+, no minors 🔞
Setting: modern au
A/N: 🎀
Being a bodyguard could be draining.
Kenny Ackerman had been a body guard for a long time and there was no plans on retiring for Kenny. Currently, Kenny was (Name) (Last Name) bodyguard and overtime people who Kenny knew he had a soft spot for the popular actor.
It was late when the actor was able to leave the studio, Kenny was more than enough to handle any paparazzi and seeing as it was late surely no one would be outside the studio waiting.
Wrong, and Kenny saw it coming.
“Don’t you losers have something better to do?”
The bright flashes at night were definitely blinding but Kenny was used to it and hated this scenario already not to mention that (Name) was holding on to Kenny’s arm as they moved through the crowd. Sometimes, (Name) had to chuckle when Kenny would tell the paparazzi to “fuck off” or “She’s too pretty for you, she doesn’t want you.”
Typical Kenny.
“Hey! Would you sign my boobs?!”
Kenny and (Name) had just made it to the black suv when a fan had asked for (Name) to sign her boobs, taking both by surprise.
“I know she didn’t say what I think she said-“
“Sign my boobs please! I have a pen!”
“She’s prepared Kenny.”
“Absolutely not. You’re crazy if you do that.”
“…but they are nice.”
Kenny watched (Name) sign her fan boobs, sure they were nice but this was going to be in the morning.
Then again, Kenny liked crazy.
After signing (Name) waved bye to her fan who was absolutely delighted as Kenny whispered to (Name) that she was crazy but (Name) responded with that Kenny liked crazy and to that Kenny responded with a simple yeah.
The next morning, Kenny was watching the news and of course there it was. A whole video of (Name) signing a fan’s boobs.
“Why is she signing boobs?”
“Dunno. I guess it’s a “fan” thing.”
Levi asked his uncle who simply kept drinking his coffee until Kuchel spoke up.
“Would she sign my breasts, Kenny?”
“I’m gonna stop you right there Kuchel.”
Kenny then tipped up his beer bottle as Kuchel chuckled a bit at her brother while Levi simply shook his head and once Kenny looked at his phone Levi saw his uncle mumbling something about “Just in time”. Kuchel told Kenny to be careful while Levi told his uncle not to hurt the paparazzi this time, Kenny only responded with “Last time was an accident. I couldn’t see with all the lights.”
As usual, Kenny arrived at the studio where (Name) was currently filming. The only difference this time now was Kenny was being told that a unfortunate situation occurred with the other star of the movie and now he was being offered his spot. While he appreciated that (Name) thought highly of his talents, Kenny wanted no part of it respectfully.
That is until (Name) briefly mentioned that movie was switching from a romance to action movie with a hints of romance, Kenny seemed to have switched his interests then. Action was Kenny’s favorite movie genre and even when he was younger he always wanted to be part of the action. Quickly grabbing (Name)’s shoulders from behind and leaning over to whisper in her ear to say “We can work something out.”
The directors and producers thought it was a great idea and saw nothing wrong with Kenny playing lead role. Sometimes, they believed Kenny wasn’t acting when it came to certain things. Nevertheless, they decided to go with it and when the movie was finally finished it was hit in the first week. Many praising the acting of this new actor and while also praising acting.
When word reached Levi and Kuchel, Kuchel was rather amazed and proud of her brother while Levi didn’t think Kenny could act he was rather pleased with the movie. Levi did have his suspicions that maybe he and his fellow actor (Name) had a something going on from one interview in particular as the interviewer asked about how Kenny felt about (Name). Kenny only answered with “She’s amazing.” Thus sparking several rumors in the press which didn’t bother Kenny and (Name) as they had been together for awhile now.
While Kenny thought it was nice being lead role in a action movie and getting fame the bodyguard didn’t want to do it again. Guarding and loving his favorite actress was enough for him.
As well as signing her boobs.
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cherrxs · 20 days
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Just a intrusive though about Kenny Ackerman
We used to have an affair. I entered in the MP's and you catched my eye really fast. I remember how painfully long it lasted to you noticing me. And I'm pretty sure that you at first thought that I was just a naive brat with her head full of air. I can't explain yet what brought you to me, but damn, it's a kind of miracle.
The first time our gazed crossed, your bluey grey eyes got glued on my mind for months. That cold, piercing and fierce gaze of yours hits into my heart as the ice that burns the bare skin. Somehow, that ice made me melt.
I also remember the first time we talk, for sure. And the first time you ask me for a dinner together. And our first night... How stern you seemed to saying that I was just a fun time but you didn't seem willing let me go either... You always repeated shit about "not getting attached" and "there's no place to stupid feelings". But here we're, with you seven feet under ground and myself crying for you as If I were your damn widow. Commander Erwin informs me about your death and I didn't believed it. I kept serious, as we weren't close at all. But then that midget appeared and I recognized him. Levi Ackerman. You told me about him. He was your nephew, you left him when he was a teen, and, because of the way he was looking at me, he also knew about me. Our relationship was a secret. Due to your self being, I were sure you hadn't a single hint of our affair. Not a single letter or little gift.
That's why I broke to cry when Captain Levi brought to me a little portrait of myself, I recognized it from the day we were taking a walk through Trost and a painter asked me to pose for a fast portrait. I thought we left there the little portrait, I'd never thought that you would bought it on my back and treasure it hidden in some spot of your place.
I'd never thought that I had to live the painfully feeling of losing you while realising that you maybe loved me as I did to you.
Sorry if there's grammar fails. English isn't my first language.
I hope @punkgibsons and @kenny-ackermanswife2 enjoying it.
I know isn't smut nor NSFW but I needed to share it cuz I felt soft about Kenny while writing it...
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