Sans AU One shots ♥︎

Killer x reader ***SMUT***

Changing POV since I find 1st easier to write lol

AGAIN, SMUT WARNING
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It wasn't like this was the first time Killer would flirt with me from across the room. He would sit in the office chair propped against the table, not too far away from the bed which I was sitting on, and spew random and horrible pick up lines with exaggerated winks.

"Do you have a mirror in your back pocket? Because I can see myself in your pants."
He wiggled his brow and finger gunned, leaning forward and out in what was supposed to be a seductive manner. His arm was swung over the head of the chair, one leg up and pressed against his chest.

I scoffed, putting the knife and cloth in my hand down to fix him with a glare. I wanted to be mad, after all, this had been happening for at least an hour now. I had only cleaned one of five weapons, each getting increasingly larger and difficult to rub dirt from.

Exasperated, I caught the heart he sent my way in my fist. Killer placed a hand on his chest, prepared to be insulted before I twisted my hand palm up and unfurled my fist.

In my hand floated the small heart shape of my soul, hovering slowly up and down in my grasp. I bit my lip nervously before slowly releasing the soul and letting it drift over to Killer.

He tenderly reached out to nab it, holding it between his phalanges delicately. He flicked his empty gaze at me in confusion, his face twisting into a comical expression of concern,

"Did you hit your head super hard somewhere?" He asked, very puzzled, "What made you think it was a smart idea to give me your 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭? "

I stuttered, suddenly very red, "I-I don't know! I just thought it would get you to shut up or whatever... I have stuff I need to have my full attention on. "

I tried to pick my materials back up, trusting Killer to return the culimation of my being by himself.

Oh how stupid of me.

I turned to face him after a few seconds without a soul in my grasp again, searching his placid face.
He was looking down at the heart in his hands, smirking and spinning his chair around so his back was to me. He propped his elbows on the table and gripped the soul with both hands, seemingly pondering his next move.

I stiffened.

He wouldn't kill me now, would he?

Softly, I watched him press a finger into the groove of the soul, massaging it to and fro delicately.

I chewed the inside of my cheek and immediately clasped my thighs together, feeling the massaging sensation along my clit. My face broke out into puzzled but embarrassed rage, and I shoved an accusing finger in Killers direction,

"I 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 knew it! Give it back! "

He twisted to face me with a finger still carressing the soul, slightly harder even, letting his head tilt in a poor attempt to hide his glimpse at his handiwork.

He seemed happy with what he saw, grinning slightly wider after looking at my clenched and somewhat shaking legs.

"Why should I? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 were the one who gave me this... " he emphasized the soul by digging his nails inside the center, elicting an unwanted moan from my lips.

I shifted backwards on the bed until I was up against the wall, tucking my knees against my chest and glaring at Killer. I had half the mind to walk over and slap him, but with my soul in his hands I knew I was outdone.

He near giggled and stood to crawl up to my shaking form. He grabbed my shoulders and squished himself behind me, so that I was leaning against his chest instead of the wall. He tried sitting crisscross, lifting my legs under his as he did so.

I felt so helpless and vulnerable that I wanted to cry.

It didn't feel like Killer wanted to hurt me at the moment, or that his intentions were anything but pure. But being up against his chest with all form of movement restricted, it put me in a position where I felt trapped; CAGED even.

He wrapped his arms around me from behind, like a hug, displaying my soul for both of us to see. I was silent and shaking, but my core twitched in anticipation. Stupid, stupid body. If only my brain felt the same way as it did. It ran in circles, recounting the amount of people Killer had brutally murdered and dishonorablely left to rot. It replayed the sudden and seemingly out of character death threats he'd given me from time to time. It didn't trust him. Not one bit.

Apparently, he'd been watching my face. His smile faltered, and he gripped my chin with one of his phalanges to turn my face to him.

"Look... I didn't mean to make you uncomfy or anything... I can 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 if that's what you want. " two small white eyelights made an appearance, shifting side to side as he watched me for an answer.

My mind screamed YES, but my aching body yelled NO! I didn't know who to listen to, and sat in Killers lap all dumb-like for a couple seconds.

It was stupid of me to think that Killer's whole personality had changed, and he smirked only a couple seconds of waiting, having zero patients and immediately assuming I'd wanted him to continue.

I couldn't say anything before the burning sensation in my chest came back, and Killer began to stretch and pull at the ends of my soul. It felt like his hands were reaching down into my stomach and fondling with my innards. But it didn't hurt. It felt oh so good. He pressed his face into the crevice of my neck, taking small nibbles to force breathy moans from my lips.

Our bodies suddenly felt like they molded together, rocking and shaking in tendom.

His massaging never stopped, but now a hand was traveling up the front of my shirt. A phalange hooked at my collar and ripped down before peeling it off my skin. I hadn't worn a bra today, much to his pleasure.

He nuzzled the side of my face, smearing black inky liquid over my cheek and purred,
"You're so pretty - you know that? Soooo beautiful... "

I whimpered at a certain jab into the soft material of my soul, arching my back and letting Killer run the hard, smooth finger over my perk nipples.

He was relentless, practically rubbing my soul against my leg in an attempt to focus on my chest more. It was driving me crazy, the feeling of his bony phalange on my sensitive tits, and the sensation of my denim against my soft soul.

I wanted something more... I wanted to truly feel him.

I opened my mouth to finally speak, but he captured my lips before anything could escape. His presence swallowed me as he breathed me in huskily and starved.His mouth molded into mine to the point where he was actively grinding closer to get a better and closer angle at my face, the hand fondling my chest was now tangled in my hair to keep me from falling with the intensity of his kiss.

The soul vanished as he released it to unbuckle my pants, jerking them off and sparing not a second to shove two phalanges into my dripping pussy.

I gasped against his lips and breathed his name, grinding against his fingers as he pumped them in and out of my body to bring me even closer to the edge I was already sitting on. He hungrily ate up my words and spurred on, going faster and faster until his hand was nothing but a wet white blur against the lewd slap of my thighs.

We fell backwards on the bed so that he was towering over me, having never stopped his motions for even a split second. I was breathing heavily as I looked him in his eyes. I wanted to tell him how I felt, but the knot in my stomach prevented me from doing anything but look at him with a half lidded gaze, feeling hazy and sensitive.

The black liquid seemed to flow fresh and freely now, dripping down onto his pumping fingers to coat them in all their cold glory.
Whether it was unsafe for it to be inside me wouldn't even pass through my head, and I reached up to wrap my hands around Killer's neck to pull him into another mind numbing kiss.

And mind numbed I was, completely ignoring the screaming carnage that passed by my window outside.

This moment... This feeling...

This is all that mattered.