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[knightonio]

it has been months and your gunplay knifeplay posts has been on my mind and making me hard everyday sir SPARE ME I'LL DIE IF YOU WRITE SOMETHING KINKIER THAN THAT or don't teehee

warnings. sparring. dom male reader. cock crushing/stepping. slight dubcon. pain + humiliation/degradation kink. blowjob thru clothes. dirty talk. hinted older reader. improper s&m. public sex.

it’s an average session on the soaked dirt of the forest, a duel between teammates that share a negative history with each other. victory isn’t far off from your hands, successfully landing a few harsh blows on your opponent. grunts built on frustrations meeting every strike.

“gfgh—shit!” he chokes on a curse as his feet backtrack him to a tree due to an unexpected kick. your glove-hidden hand wrap around his neck, patting him down in a mock inspection to ensure there weren’t any knives ready to plunge into you.

a half-groan is elicited as your finger bumps his thigh. oh, not quite; it was his groin. “don’t...” surprise doesn’t even wash over you at him being turned on. better yet, your knee forcefully collides with his clothed dick and he nearly doubles over.

damn, this was definitely unlocking something you weren’t aware of. his hands curled around the rough sensation of the tree behind him, prickling his uniformed skin. “what the fuck’s wrong with—ughm!” your thigh hits his groin, each contact sending imaginary stars to circle his head.

you shove him to his knees, causing him to grab you in quick reaction. “what’s wrong with me? look at yourself,” fingers closing around the top of his helmet to tilt his head up to you, the outsole of your boot stepping on his poor dick, “fucking pathetic.”

the soil is wet, and it forms a disgusting patch over the crotch of his pants of grime and rain. “shut it.” it would’ve been intimidating if it weren’t for the way he leaned forward, mouthing at your cock.

“oh, yeah? if you go ‘round still actin’ like a bitch even if i got you humping me, might ‘swell take a photo of you.” he groans at that, and you press more of your weight onto his bulge. boot twisting and thrusting ever so slightly, unsuspecting of how well he withstands the pain.

his thighs quiver, moaning into you whilst his tongue swipes over your hidden tip. he’s creating such a mess, over you and himself. “shit, baby, what a fuckin’ sight.” a high-pitched whimper escapes him when you slam the outsole on his dick. “nngh—so you are useful.” his demeanor is arrogant compared to his current compromising state.

“to what, your masochistic tendencies?” you scoff, certain that you were on the brink of crushing it. he shows no proper sign of confirmation to your thoughts, instead enthusiasm. “maybe... you’re feeding into that pretty well,” he grunts, chasing after your dirtied shoe that threatens to leave him. “too well, actually, enough to make me want to ride you ‘til i can’t take it anymore.”

you almost offer him a laugh but one suck of his cuts your voice off into a quiet moan. “didn’t take you for a bottom bitch. not even for a shameless one.” he begins to hump your shoe, actions desperate as he flicks his tongue over and over that you wished you were in a more private area. “could never imagine that you’d be a pervert, getting turned on from something as violent as that—”

finding where his shaft should be, you kick a few times against it. “—in a place like this. anyone can walk here and see you, watch you as you cum on me like a cheap-faced whore.”

he whines into your tip, material thinning because of the amount of saliva trailing from his mouth. “you like it.” it’s a statement that isn’t quite distant from the truth. he fell into an act, learnt doe eyes staring up at you feigning such innocence you want to corrupt.

“thought you were mature ‘nough not to indulge in a pretty thing like me,” you know there’s a playful smirk on his lips, idiotic words easy to him. you kick apart his legs wider before returning your boot back on his cock, “don’t blame me now, sweetheart.”

sweethearts. keegan russ. fushiguro toji. spider-man noir.

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[knightonio]

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[knightonio]

Hiiiii, I just wanted to say I love yourrr themeeeee, and ur writing

thanks, sweetheart. i appreciate it.

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[knightonio]

# TOJI : fushiguro toji. top male reader. ftm toji. oral + overstimulation. gun play.

thinking about playing with ftm! toji’s pussy. it’s so pretty, sucking in your fingers so well. toji’s thighs are twitching, muscular arm swung over his eyes to hide that dazed look away from you. the past few weeks, he paid you no mind besides asking for money. normally, you wouldn’t mind, yet it’s become too unbearable.

“s.. stop...” he whines, feet dragging himself upwards the mattress. following his request, you pull away. a smile tugging at your wetness-soaked lips, “yeah? you want me to stop?” your tone is so sweet, so considerate, and suddenly toji wants to cum inside your mouth to shut you up. “i h.. hate you.” he hiccups, tensing when he feels the barrel of your gun trace his folds.

“i didn’t hear you.”

toji’s silent as you switch the safety off.

“please...” he hesitates for a moment.

he breathes slowly, “please... fuck me.”

the view is too unbelievable. too good to be true. toji leaks around your gun, entrance fluttering around nothing. his brain is fuzzy, on the border between wanting the session to end or continue. the pain’s too euphoric, serving only for the building climax deep within him. “you already came so much, baby,” you comment, “now you’re trying to fuck my gun too?”

aw, he was pouting.

“no,” he shakes his head, hair sticking to his face like glue. he was so cute. “i want you inside... wan’ your cock. please?” and he knew how to ask properly. you taught him well. your tongue plunges itself into his pussy, and he wants to scream from the abruptness. his mouth is agape in a gasp, your fingers rocking to life.

his brain frays when it registers that your weapon is pressing into his clit.

toji fucking squeals.

you don’t make him wait long. you’re soon on your knees, slick cock sliding with ease. “ngh! you d.. didn’t,” he moans in surprise, “didn’t– fucking.. warn me.” his eyebrows furrows in a way you’ll know he’ll complain, but your thrust causes cartoonish stars to swirl around his pretty, dumb head.

“careful with your words, sweetheart,” you remind, gun tracing up and up until it was against his chin. you take advantage of the situation, thrusts forceful enough to make his cunt clench with urgency. he whimpers, “yes sir.”

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[knightonio]

hi. please report this post (yandere-kokeshi) because they stole dialogues from my fic. i reached out but they ended up blocking me, lol.

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bringing a disobedient man down to his knees. pulling him by his hair, his legs burning from the carpet. “uh—m–mghh,” he’d grab your thighs to stabilize himself, cheeks flushed with humiliation. “y’can’t even stay still?” you’d ask, and he’d whimper in shame yet remain stubborn to save his ego. “make me,” he challenges, eyebrows knitted together. you yank him back, strands twirling with your grip, “fuck you say t’me?”

your foot presses against his clothed cock, which was leaking similarly to a broken pipe. he still doesn’t say anything, mouth shut and his soft moans occasionally passing through. you’re sure you’ve taken away his climax for the third time already, hand in a rhythmic pace and thumb teasing. it doesn’t take very long until he finally breaks, pre slipping between the gaps of your fingers. he couldn’t take it anymore, stuttering, “mmnghh—m’s,sorry, ‘m sorry, daddy.” he sobs, tone whining.

“fu—uck, please, please, please. i wann’–i wanna cum, daddy, oh please.” he grasps the sheets, head tilting back with a gasp. his hips buck into your hand, “shit, please, s’sorry.”

and when you finally let your little disobedient man cum, he’s crying out. babbles of, “m’god, thank’y s’much, daddy.”

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[knightonio]

゛ SIMON "GHOST" RILEY ⸝⸝ “just a little bit colder...”

★﹐caution.﹑ DARK CONTENT﹕stalking + nonconsensual filming. sub ghost. pervert! ghost. higher rank! reader. top male reader. age gap (7yrs, you're older). face slapping. kinks + mask, slight scent, humiliation (use of puppy, slut, baby, & doll). blowjob. getting caught. boot riding. | word count. 1,384 ◞

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simon "ghost" riley, the man of few words. never failing to be efficient, methods ideal. the border between differentiating being highly feared and respected a blurry line. his authority and presence alone elicits the subtlest quiver of even the self-claimed strongest soldier. the blood on his glove-hidden hands reek, attracting the cowering opponents. he was the man everyone dreamed to be. never once had he allowed any sort of personal feelings squeeze its way into his line of work before.

why did you have to ruin that?

simon "ghost" riley, the man you meet in various occasions. you couldn't deny it, your gaze would stray and they'd land on his figure. they trail and sometimes, it lingers. it's not for long, your attention returning to the given task at hand. your eyes make contact with his, shoulders bumping in passing. and there's this certain feeling, your intuition a siren. blaring in warning that this is something more. that his stare is beyond the formality between the two of you.

simon "ghost" riley, the same man whose finger circles the shutter of the camera. cautiously, he presses. the light flashes, but he was distant enough for you not to notice. the entire gallery was full of images of you, his superior. he begins to record, the lens capturing you changing into more comfortable clothes. he could sense how his pants tighten, his hips rocking in a way that couldn't grant him the release he craved. simon "ghost" riley knew very well that if someone were to find out, he would immediately be stripped of his rank. it didn't terrify him—hell, maybe you would even be the one to humiliate him.

it couldn't be helped. you took off your shirt, exposing the body he has seen multiple times in his dreams. personally included. the room you were in was pretty much private, a singular window showcasing whoever decides to enter. you didn't even bother to shut the blinds! sometimes, it makes him think that you were putting on a show just for him.

of course, it wasn't daily. simon "ghost" riley still had his duties; his missions, specifically. you weren't on his mind as frequent as you'd believe.

simon "ghost" riley's glare was targeted towards recruits. they didn't actually do anything wrong. to him, however, it meant that they were crossing his boundaries that he, himself, didn't know existed. they were getting close to you. guidance, they were in need of. unfortunately, they chose the poor decision. the recruits could feel a shiver run across their spine, gulping and fidgeting nervously. simon "ghost" riley practically stares bullets into them. there was a respective distance, for sure, but it didn't quell the ever burning flame of jealousy that sparked within his chest. he wouldn't admit that he found you intimidating.

both of you wore masks, terrifying whoever attempted to step into your way. it was the only similarity you shared that he knew of. there was something about yours, though. it shouldn't affect him as much as it does. his imagination only fueling his desire further. he wants to reach out, to touch the fabric that hides you away from him. simon "ghost" riley wishes to feel your mask beneath him, tantalizingly grinding whilst huffing out the scent of your used shirt.

poor thing would have never guessed that you'd make his fantasies come true.

shit. shit. shit. shit.

have you found out?

abruptly, you called for him. he couldn't decipher the tone of your voice, whether he should be relax or worried. simon "ghost" riley was experiencing the latter. he merely wished to be good for you, an obedient dog for you to command and use. and yet, there was an underlying excitement. it was foolish, really. no matter the punishment, he was willing to accept. the only requirement was that you'd be the one executing it.

"sir." he clears his throat, unsubtly locking the door behind him.

"on your knees."

without a question, he dropped down. the impact of the sudden action was quite painful, but oh was it worth it.

"crawl to me."

simon "ghost" riley's eyes widen. you could easily mistake it for horror, but you knew that it wasn't the case. eagerly, his hands met the cold floor and he did as he told. there were hearts displayed in his eyes, beyond infatuated. his face flushed, the nature of the situation disrupting his pride. he crawled until he was in front of you, hands on his thighs as he awaited for your next order. if he had a tail, it would currently be wagging around. harshly, you grab his jaw. he leaned forward, pain spreading across his cheeks. "do you know why you're here, lieutenant riley?"

he shook his head the best he could, breath stuttering, "n–no, sir."

you tighten your grip on him before slapping his cheek, "don't lie to me, slut."

instead of a pained sound, he let out a combination of a gasp and a moan, "mhh—fuck, please."

simon "ghost" riley who's unashamed of being desperate. he knows he's going to get what he wants, one way or another. he's melting under your gaze, cock weeping and in need for your touch. "you think you deserve anythin' from me?" your boot bumps against his crotch, in which he rocks against. "'m sorry," he begins quietly, you inch away just a bit and he whines, "no. i'm sorry. need you, i need y—oh, oh, god." simon "ghost" riley gasps as you step on his clothed cock. it wasn't hard enough to cause him true pain.

"what was that, puppy? you want it harder?" you settle more pressure, "n–nnghh! not, not like that. i don't wanna—" your hand lifts and it slaps across his cheek, "you're in no position to make demands. you only take what i give you." he whimpers, nodding.

his teeth sinks into his bottom lip in anticipation, eyes on the bulge your pants are securing. "want to," his words were meek, fueling the humiliation coloring his cheeks, "want to suck you off, sir." you tilt your head, considering, "go on, then." his hands rush to work your pants off, terribly uncharacteristic of the man. a man starved, messily rolling his balaclava up. it's almost laughable, and you would've, if his lips didn't immediately envelop your tip. "oh fuck."

simon "ghost" riley whose dick throbs at the sinful sounds that leave you, eagerness translating to his mouth. his tongue runs along the underside, paying extra attention before he takes you in deeper. he swallows, the wet heat surrounding your cock involuntarily making your boot press down harder. "mffh!" he gags slightly, restricting around you. he barely managed to get half of you in, tears pricking at his waterline.

flash.

"you're doing so good, doll. look at the camera, yeah?" you record, capturing the angles of his face with your length in his mouth. simon "ghost" riley stares intently into the lens, tongue teasing. impatient, you grab his head and force him down. his reflex taking place, yet he doesn't attempt to pull away. his hips stutter against your boot, squeezing his thighs together to try and relief the ache.

for the first time in this encounter, he felt nervous. he didn't know what you were going to do with the footage. simon did trust you, but you still were his superior.

he bobbed his head faster, cheeks hollowing. he could feel your cock twitch against his tongue, nearing towards a climax. your hand found his nape, using it as leverage to fuck up into his mouth. "yeah, just like that, fuck..." you'd groan out.

"okay, so last week—"

all of you froze. your hips don't falter, though, ropes of cum suddenly spurting out of your slit. simon choked lightly, shock written all over his face. the recruit's face was painted in a shade of red, flustered and sputtering out apologies.

"o–oh my god! i'm so s–sorry, sir! uhm, i didn't—"

"leave."

and he does, more than happy to forget what he witnessed.

simon pulls away, coughing in displeasure. drool spilled to his chin, evidence a trail. "good thing he didn't realize it was you, huh?" his eyes narrow into a glare in response. you'd be intimidated if he didn't have your cum on his lips.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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[knightonio]

same anon here, but id love to have a one-shot of hesh/keegan/reader :0

゛ KEEGAN & HESH ⸝⸝ “uh oh, hesh's been caught.”

★﹐caution.﹑ sub top hesh. switch bottom keegan. top male reader. threesome. sex against a window. praise + degradation kink. name calling (baby, slut, bitch, sweetheart). marking. nipple play. unprotected sex. orgasm delay. fingering. dacryphilia. overstimulation. | word count. 1288 ◞

hesh's tongue ran across the width of the bottom row of his teeth. it was a knock to the door of reality, reminding him that the scene collapsing before — or rather above — him was very much real.

he realizes in this paused moment, he was fucked.

metaphorically and literally.

his feet drill into the ground, his throat dehydrated. his vision had betrayed him, a traitor to himself. he could've looked away, he could've walked, he could've forget. but he didn't. incapable, he was.

your hand melted into the shape of keegan's neck, keeping his body close. your hips met his ass, cock stretching out his insides as an audience gazed upon the scene. he was the only person foolish enough to have glanced up, directly landing on the window. keegan's heavy panting fogging the glass before his flushed face reappears clearly.

keegan leaned back, his body familiar with yours. it could be viewed as instinct; with the uncountable times he has met with your unescapable hold. your cock kissed at his walls, bringing him to a high he wouldn't forget no matter how hard the attempt.

hesh was there to watch, silently. unknowingly, somewhere in between the seconds of being the viewer, his length stirred with interest. the texture of his underwear was becoming coarse, begging to be freed from its confines.

he felt ashamed.

yet he couldn't bring himself to dwell on the emotion, because his feet took him to the building. his mouth has a mind of its own, forming an excuse on the spot when asked. his legs walked a steady pace, similar to your demanding hips that smacked against the back of keegan's.

hesh's face burned with embarrassment. even the cool breeze couldn't lessen the flames on his cheeks, as his hand clenched into a fist just mere moments away from knocking on your apartment door. it was wrong; terribly wrong. he didn't mean for it to land, thankfully soft but you and keegan still heard.

shit.

the breath in his lungs was knocked out. you had a towel wrapped around your waist, seemingly fresh out of a shower. anyone who paid attention more could tell that it was not the case, the scent of sex prominent to his nostrils.

"david?"

fuck, he always loved the sound of your voice.

"uh, hey." what the hell was he doing? this wasn't him.

he cleared his throat. "i'm sorry," he breathed out, huskily, "i didn't mean to s–stare." quit looking at him like that. he felt as if your eyes were piercing his soul, words tumbling recklessly.

your chuckle sent a shiver down his spine, your hand bunching up his shirt as you pulled him in for a kiss. "mmph!" immediately, he shut the door with his hand while you lead him in the room. you could feel the obnoxious warmth of his face, your palms easing his nervousness.

his tongue shyly slid against yours, connecting with each other. he whimpered, helplessly following after you and your lips.

keegan spoke, a hint of teasing within his tone, "aww, look who finally came." he didn't seem like he was doing any better than hesh, his hair disheveled and torso marked with hickeys and sweat. a strange emotion bubbled up in his chest.

was it... jealousy? anger? possessiveness? want?

"you have a lot on your mind."

the mattress was soft, perfect to be dreamt on. "y'know, i always thought highly of you," you mutter, lips pressed against his to prevent him from speaking, "but now?" breaking away, you gasp for breath, "you're just a pervert who doesn't know when to look away. you don't even know how to hide."

"i–i don't know what you're talking about." he stammered, the other man chuckling behind you.

"don't lie to us," keegan chirped, his hand gently taking hold of your hair for his lips to meet yours. his eyes didn't shut, maintaining contact with hesh's.

hesh squirmed in his place, nervous. this sight was foreign, unraveling like a crumbled paper. he was beginning to overthink, prepared to take his leave despite his eager cock that was straining against his pants. a thin trail of saliva hung onto the tip of your tongues, one that hesh wished to break.

"hesh, baby," you call, panting. "y–yeah?" his voice was small, cowering. keegan crawled on the bed towards hesh, hand curling around his thick thigh. keegan leaned closer, whispering, "you sure you want this?"

he nodded in response, yet it wasn't enough for the other ghost. "i need words, baby." hesh whined, as keegan's hand palmed his clothed dick. pressing down against it gently, "i want this. please."

tight.

warm.

and so fucking tight.

hesh's hands wrapped around keegan's hips, grip bruising. inch by inch, keegan sinked down on hesh's sensitive cock. he clenched around the man, calming his breathing in an attempt to relax. why did he have to be so big?

his confident demeanor weakened at the edges, biting down on his lip to muffle his whimpers. "can't take it?" you tease, brushing away a loose strand of hair from his eyes. he shook his head, brows furrowing in concentration. "does he seem any better?" keegan tilted his head, gesturing the man beneath him.

you cast a glance towards hesh. he appeared as drunk; drunk off the pleasure that he was receiving. both of you barely even began.

"pl–please, slower." hesh groaned, twitching inside of the other man.

keegan scoffed, experimentally rolling his hips. he can't deny it, though. he found hesh's submissiveness attractive. his head spinning when your teeth nip at his skin, your gentle hands carefully guiding him over the other man's cock. "fuckin' slut," you flick your tongue at his nipple, "letting anyone fuck you." he shook his head, pouting.

"what's this then, huh?" hesh answered for him with a low whine, "take it easy on him." you remind, pinching his other nipple. "f–fuck—aah!" he inhaled sharply, hesh's cock being completely situated inside of him at last. "cum—m'gonna cum!" hesh warns, his eyes rolling back.

keegan lifts himself up, dropping back down until he was able to search a pace he could maintain. "i can't—i can't take it anymore. please, please, wanna cum. i need it." pleading, hesh was. it was nearly incoherent, syllables no more than babbles of lust.

hastily, keegan quickened his movements. hole sucking him back in, urging for hesh to let go. it didn't allow him to last any longer.

ropes after ropes splattered against his walls, painting his hole white. you press down on keegan's tip, earning a groan. "mmng– shit, why–gah, m'already close." his eyes were similar to a puppy's, lips in a pout.

"look at him."

hesh lets out a soft 'hm?'.

you grab keegan's jaw, forcing him to look back at the man beneath in the eye.

"do you think he deserves to cum?"

that caught him off guard. he nods, rather a little hesitant. it was barely noticeable, before a meek 'yes' follows.

keegan whines when your hand leaves his dick, but he regrets his reaction as you prod at his stuffed hole. "wh–what are you doing?" he internally panics, the digit slipping in with no restraint. "hngh?!"

"such a greedy little bitch, aren't you?" your finger brushes against hesh's twitching length. "taking us so well." the two of them were dizzy off euphoria while you appeared so unbothered. it made them helpless. "too–too much, (name), it's too—" you interrupt hesh, "shh, sweetheart."

a sniffle.

"fuck, are you crying?"

keegan clenched at that. "don't stop." hesh immediately croaks, his back arching at the abrupt squeezing. indeed, he was crying.

you pretend to contemplate, humming softly in amusement, "what am i going to do with the both of you?"

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01 GENERAL. minor reader and character. character x character. self-harm. disorders. heavy homophobia, violence, and abuse.

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[knightonio]

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[knightonio]

I just re-read your cypher fic and it's alsdkjcnasdf i love him so much, he is the first and only character I've ever played in valorant

If you could, could you please write smth about introducing bondage to him for the first time? it'd probably be really soft and and sweet, i can see cypher knowing about bdsm but not having quite tried it himself before

thanks in advance and have a good day/evening/night :)

- ✨(can i take this as my anon symbol?)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𖤐 pairing ☆ amir “cypher” el amari x dom!gn!reader ˖ ࣪ ˖ cw ıllı soft!cypher. teasing. bondage. pet names. handjob. ⪩⭔⪨

khan sent a message. the symbol’s yours, angel.

Your hands wrap the material around his wrists, tying them around the headboard of your shared bed. He eyed you curiously, a hum just beneath his tongue.

“Is it too tight?”

Cypher tilted his head, wrists faking an attempt of escaping the ropes that bind him. “No. In fact, I think they’re rather loose.” he teased, his mask accommodating to the outline of his grin. You scoff playfully, reaching to tug at the ends to tighten it a little bit more. He grunts, “Ah, that’s good, dear. You’re learning.”

Even in a compromising position, Cypher always knew how to run his tongue. Whether it be on your neck, your thighs, “Distracted, aren’t you?” or to pester you. He lightheartedly laughs at your annoyed expression, “Alright, alright. No more of that.” You lean in, taking his face into your hands and press a kiss to his lips through his mask. “Good?”

“Good.”

He huffs as you move lower, and lower, and lower. The tent in his pants was obvious, and he was painfully eager. “No teasing.” he whined, his breath caught in his lungs with anticipation. You kiss his inner thigh, taking your time with sliding his underwear down. “Tell me if they become uncomfortable, yeah?” he nods. “Talk to me.”

“Y–yeah,” he stutters, embarrassment heating his cheeks when he hears his own voice, “I will.” his cock twitched, and the itch to touch you. To hold you freely — felt nearly unbearable.

But god, he can’t stop the rush of excitement. You were to toy with him as you pleased, similarly to an instrument. You were an angel, his angel, and the kindness in your heart drove him crazy each time you asked if he was okay. His mask clung to his skin, sweat on his body.

He was flustered.

The things you did to him were remarkable, providing him with new and familiar feelings alike. This was foreign. Ropes caressing his skin, dancing along the line of potentially reddening the flesh. He didn’t fear the possibility, no, you were here. To guide him.

Your hand lead him to release, his head tilting back with a groan. “Mgh, thaaat’s it.” your palm was slick with his pre, thumb teasing his tip. It was so gentle. You were so gentle with him, in both words and actions. He didn’t feel rushed. Didn’t even had the chance to think about it. Unconsciously, he had been squirming against the ropes. Not to get away, but to inch closer towards you.

“My love,” he breathed, his climax approaching, “I’m c–cumming.”

You sped up your pace. Not too much so you didn’t overwhelm him. His hips bucked, his release coating the back of your hand and his thighs. You glance up, “Baby...you broke them.”

His brows furrowed in confusion, before his arms fell to lay on the mattress. The material landed beside him, his eyes spotting it and it finally registers in his brain. “Ah,” he chuckled, “Guess next time I’ll have to demonstrate how to tie them better on you, hm?”

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

#⟢﹒a knight’s duty ᶻz #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #valorant #amir el amari #cypher #dom gn reader #dom reader #gn reader #dom!reader #gn!reader #dom male reader #valorant cypher #cypher valorant #cypher x reader #valorant x reader #valorant x you #valorant fanfiction

[knightonio]

SIMON RILEY ── YOU GET ME SO HIGH

🕸️·˚ ༘ warnings. top male reader. bottom simon. high typa shit. flashbacks. smoking. mentioned drinking. public sex. cockwarming. breathplay.

ִ ࣪𖤐 ࣪ by the end of it all, the smoke you exhale transforms into a kiss. ◞

the exact date when it began is something you’re unsure of.

he, lieutenant simon riley, simply walked into your room without a knock. no words were exchanged, not that they were really needed. your mouth opened, agape. a “what?” is what you want to utter, but his lips catches your own.

simon riley groans when he feels you return the kiss. the faint taste of malt liquor on your tongue has him pushing you back, onto your bed, as he straddles your lap. you remember that he asks,

“do you want this?”

his voice was breathless. heavy pants meeting your neck.

and you do. you agree, the next moments a blur. he lowers himself on your cock when he’s ready. he already was before he barged in.

strangely, something blooms. a progression you won’t know where it’ll lead. nothing worrying, nothing out-of-place. at least on the outside, it won’t attract that much attention. yours was focused on the feeling of simon’s hole stretching to accommodate to your size. it was stupid.

no, really. it was late at night, but that didn’t mean no one would wander around these hours. you were in the hallway, supposedly on the way to your room when simon couldn’t take the wait anymore. there’s not much plot to this story. fuck then leave. that was it. you hated that, and you were projecting your one-sided feelings onto his prostate.

“ah, ah, ah. fu—fuuck. shit- ggah! mhng... wait—”

your hand clasped his neck and he gasps. alarms blared in your head, you shouldn’t do this. this was territory you haven’t spoken or even thought of.

guilty, you wanted to whisper an apology. thrusts shifting into slow grinds, handing him a way out. but he only leaned into your palm, the coldness, near emptiness, emanating from your glove contrasting to the warmth of his shrouded flesh. “don’t... don’t stop.” he breathes, like there’s no more oxygen in his lungs.

exhale.

that’s what you did.

you puff out the smoke you inhaled from the cigarette that was in between your index and middle fingers. the dirty air landed on his half-masked face. his cheek went to rest on your shoulder, hips lazily lifting themselves up and back down. you lead the cigar to his mouth. sharing something like this, in this situation, with this person, was beyond unbelievable.

fuck, what even happened?

the events that were replaying in your head moments ago were quickly fading. you’re too tired. too unfocused. you hear him call your name. then another time. then another. he gently pats your face. “look at me,” your eyes dart downwards to him. “what’s going on in that head of yours?” he says as he brings himself back down on your cock.

“nothin’... s’ just—” he clenches around you when he feels the tip of your dick graze his sweet spot.

simon hums like he’s done an achievement. maybe he did, earning a whine from you. in some way, the weight of both of your chests were lighter. passing on the cigarette to one another, it was a repeating process. taking turns and the pace he set doesn’t change.

you think you’re losing the logical part of your brain. your thoughts are jumbled and gibberish. the temporary pleasure couldn’t outweigh the actual one you were experiencing now. your fingers find themselves attached to his neck, flexing as they try not to tighten their hold too much.

the last puff was yours. without thinking, you press the butt of the cigarette on his thigh to put it out.

he hisses, but the dizziness in you can’t find the moment to care. matter of fact, he enjoys it.

you don’t miss the way his thighs trembled, not missing the way he rocked against you hard. his cock throbbed and you show mercy. your free hand finds his length, causing him to see stars. he curses, lowly. “oh, shit, ‘m c-close.”

the lieutenant finds himself stuttering, losing his voice. how couldn’t he? you were hitting all of the right spots inside of him. both of your hands were on him, one working him up further to his release while the other bruised his neck. it was like you were claiming him but no one would know. they can’t find out unless you tell them or they’d catch a glimpse of his skin.

the combination of pain and pleasure was too good. his head was clouded, and so was yours. maybe he was at peace for once, all warm and tight around you. maybe, by the end of it all, the smoke you exhale transforms into a kiss from him.

and maybe, just maybe, you’re right.

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[knightonio]

emememmemmm so can i basically js request overstimming horangi or smt (based off of ur alphabet at that part where he shifts into korean 🤷‍♀️) idek im feelign silly

“ 𝐄𝐂𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 ”

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐈𝐍’𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄. 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄.

◜ᐢ..ᐢ◝ ᶻz ➜ guess you have to teach him english all over again.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𖤐 pairing ☆ kim “horangi” hong-jin x dom!gn!reader ˖ ࣪ ˖ cw ıllı handjob. fingering. overstimulation. google-translated korean. ⪩⭔⪨

“Hnngm!”

Horangi whined into his forearm, trying to keep his mouth shut as the pleasure he was experiencing was slowly becoming too much. Your slick hand was working up his spent cock. His previous orgasms allowing the glides of your palm to be easier.

Minutes prior, he had begged for his release, talking your eardrums off. Oh, he was definitely getting it.

“자기야— I can’t cu—ngggh!” ( honey ) His eyes nearly rolled back into his skull as you inch a finger inside his hole. “You can’t what?” You ask, the hand on his cock slowing enough to let him somewhat connect his thoughts.

“나는 더 이상 정액 수 없습니다...” ( i can’t cum anymore ) He mumbles under his breath, panting like a dog. His brain wires were twisted and crossed, tied in multiple knots as his stomach curls in anticipation of an impending release. The tongue that sits in his mouth was quickly forgetting English, replaced by his native tongue. He yelps, legs tightening around your waist when he feels the finger inside of him curl.

His thighs tremble at your sides. “I don’t understand what you’re saying, baby.” You tease, even though you’ve heard him say that enough times to register it’s meaning. “난 못해—” ( I can’t ) Your thumb presses against his slit and he whimpers. “I can’t! No more, no more, 더 이상은 없어! Ah-” He shakes his head, yet his hips chases after your hands that have been torturing him.

“Just one more and we’re done, alright?”

You both know that ‘one more’ doesn’t mean only one.

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

#— ⚔️ a knight’s duty #𝒉𝒆 who writes. #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #kim horangi hong jin #horangi #horangi x reader #dom gn reader #dom reader

[knightonio]

Hi so this is my first time really requesting anything but I thought I'd give it a shot since I've been reading your work for a while now and found it cool

I saw your fic about König getting fucked by reader who is much taller than him but now I kind of want to see how the opposite would look. König with a reader much shorter than him (thinking somewhere around 5'1-5'5) but who still is able to bring him to his knees and fuck him till he's crying 💗💗

“ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 ”

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇, 𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄.

◜ᐢ..ᐢ◝ ᶻz ➜ everyone knows him as the intimidating, dominant colonel. but to you, he’s a vulnerable, needy man.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𖤐 pairing ☆ könig x dom!m!reader ˖ ࣪ ˖ cw ıllı tinge of angst. size kink. blowjob. ⪩⭔⪨

(´｡• ᵕ •｡`)⟡ ⌗ khan’s calling . . . ! hundredth format change. i definitely didn’t spend more time on that than the fic itself. pfft, that’d be crazy. [ i did ] end call ?

König is an admirable colonel.

Feared, respected, and well-known.

Powerful is the word most would first think of when he comes to mind.

Contrary to yours; vulnerable. That’s what he was.

You tell that to others and they’d think that it’s out of jealousy or hatred. But it’s the truth.

The fact proved itself when he sunk down onto his knees the moment he came into your room, where you were sitting on the edge of your bed, reading a book that was now somewhere on the floor.

You were the person he needed the most. König could be nothing when he was with you. Nothing; as in not being the same strong colonel people knew. Nothing; as in he could be a normal man. A man of nothing. A man of need.

He didn’t need to be anything when he was in your presence. He wasn’t tasked to do anything. He didn’t hear any ‘König, do this, and that, do it there, do it when’. But right now, the only thing that could be read on his mind, the only thing he really wanted to do, was service you.

König still had his gear on. Not even his hood discarded. The poor man needed some release and he needed it immediately.

“Please.” He begged, in a tone so needy you didn’t think that it was him at first.

Gently, a big hand pushed the book in your hand away. Legs bending as his knees met the cold floor. “Schatz, I— bitte. I need you. Please. Let me have this, ja?” His fingers were already tugging at your waistband impatiently. You sigh, “Go on, take what you need.” And he did.

His tongue swirled around your tip, like he was experimenting. His quiet moan sending vibrations to your cock. “Fuck, that’s good, baby. Keep going.” The bulge between his legs throbbed at your praise. He looked up at you, dilated pupils connecting with yours. He was slightly hunched over, even though he was already kneeling his much larger frame still shadowed over yours.

It seems like no matter what position he’s in, he still towered over you. He could be down on all fours, and the bed would mostly creak because of his weight. He could be bent over your lap, and his legs would tremble because they threaten to give up but he doesn’t want to crush you. In some way, you both like it. Maybe it’s the way he could easily hold you down, move you however he wants, and with his sheer size, you wouldn’t be able to escape him.

But König doesn’t do that. No, he never will. He’s beyond willing to let you take him however you want. Good deity, he loves how you’re able to simply shatter him and piece him back together despite being weaker compared to him. His hand practically envelops your face. Others would assume that you were fragile, that you needed your colonel’s guidance, but you managed to keep up with him. You could still make his eyes puffy and red.

No one would ever believe that you broke down their colonel enough to make him cry.

He wasn’t crying due to fear or sorrow. He was crying from pleasuring you. König didn’t even think about his own, attention placed on gliding his tongue up your shaft. Hand stroking what wasn’t in his mouth. Tears were welling up in his eyes, mere seconds from ruining his facepaint. In times like these, usually after missions, König only wanted to relax.

To feel nothing. His brain silent and lips tight around your cock.

In times like these, he’s emotional. Facepaint becoming droplets that were trailing down his cheeks. The thought of König desperate to forget everything with the help of good dick would never cross anyone else’s mind. One glance down and you could see his own cock straining against his pants. He was big in every sense.

He was dominant in the battlefield, so naturally, the soldiers that were under his wing think that he was the same in bed.

But fuck, they were wrong. So wrong. His other hand on your thigh struggled not to palm his erection. This was about you. He didn’t want to allow his selfish desires to take over his being. But there you were, so kind, telling him that “You can touch yourself, love. It’s okay.”

A pleased whine fell from him. The lewd gagging sounds coming from his mouth was of gratitude. Hell—he took all of you in. Your hips twitched, hand grabbing his nape. His head bobbed up and down. The hood he always wore tickled your bare skin. “That’s it...” You groan, eyes shut. He was so warm around you, so eager. His movements sped up, his hand jerking you off in a rhythmic pace while his tongue teased the head of your cock. He pulled off, a trail of saliva connecting the tip of the muscle to your slit. His voice hoarse and obviously embarrassed;

“Please...cum inside me.”

You were sure that you weren’t going to let him walk properly after this.

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

#— ⚔️ a knight’s duty #𝒉𝒆 who writes. #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #call of duty #könig #könig x reader #dom male reader

[knightonio]

“ 𝐊 𝐈 𝐋 𝐋 𝐒 𝐇 𝐎 𝐓 ”

pairing keegan p. russ x you genre smut reader is a male. dom!reader x sub!keegan cw uppercase typing. enemy reader. gun kink. facefucking. humiliation. handjob.

you’ve never expected that keegan, out of all people, would be into that.

Keegan P. Russ, a well-respected Sergeant and Scout Sniper of the Ghosts. He lived up to his title, his experience on the battlefield providing him positive support throughout his years in the military. A man of many things. Strong and intelligent. Never one to step out of line.

Keegan P. Russ, a man who was proficient in his work field. He was intimidating. Never one to cower in face of missions. He was suited for a respectable leader. His strength and accomplishments gaining praise from higher and lower ranks alike. The air around his presence of an authority’s.

Keegan P. Russ, an embarrassed man who was currently on his knees. The expression of shame on his face hidden by his signature mask. The same one that was once drenched in multiple enemy combatants’ blood now concealing the creeping warmth on his cheeks.

“Don’t tell me you’re backing out.”

He huffed in annoyance at your teasing words. “I’m not.” He wanted to. He really did. This was humiliating, both to his pride and to his reputation. He’d rather fucking die than to be caught in this predicament because of you. “Are you sure?” You leaned back, resting against the couch.

“I mean, I’m not saying that you can’t handle this. But don’t you feel a little conscious?” You shrugged, not waiting for a response, “Not even for your reputation?” A hint of a smirk playing on your lips as you watched his growing anger in the form of his balled fists. It was amusing to see the Keegan P. Russ crumble in need. Even worse, for his enemy.

“Shut the fuck up.” He gritted his teeth.

“Or what?” His hand flew to grab the gun in your hand, but you quickly slapped it away. “Nice try.” It wasn’t a compliment. A sarcastic response to get under his skin further. He knows you enough to realize that you weren’t going to allow him to forget this unfolding situation. There was a high chance he was going to regret this, but he wanted to indulge his fantasies of with you, at least for a little while.

He shouldn’t be down on his knees, on a dirty old carpet, in an abandoned safe house. Especially not with you, a man who’s attempted to kill him and his team several times. Not to mention that you’re the same man who has been wanted by him the police for months.

Wanted in which way, he didn’t know. All he knew was that he wanted — no, that’s not quite right — needed you right now.

“Get it over with.”

You sighed, “You’re so impatient.” Taking out the magazine, you inspected the amount of bullets inside before returning it to the chamber. Switching off the safety, you pointed it at him. His breath hitched, the muzzle centered to his forehead. You were right; he was impatient. It didn’t help that you were mere seconds away from giving him what he wants.

“Your mask,” You reminded, softly, “Can you take it off for me?” He let out a huff, like he was going to decline but his hand rose. Unsure gloved fingers dipped underneath his shirt, the digits meeting fabric as he pulled it off of his head. There he was. Identity bare for someone who shouldn’t see the real him. As soon as the balaclava was on the floor, you trailed the muzzle down his face. He tensed, eyes wide. “What are you—?”

Quickly, his lips bumped against the front sight and you pushed it inside. He instinctively swallowed around the barrel, the taste and wide intrusion leading him to gag slightly.

“Mffh- mmhf? Mhg...” He attempted, even though the gun prevented him to properly speak.

You didn’t take it out, sliding it in further. Focus intent on the way he struggled to sit still and adjust. He shifted his position in discomfort, thighs rubbing against each other to try to soothe the ache in between his legs. His body was betraying him, cock growing hard inside the confines of his pants. He could easily stop you, but he didn’t want to. He was willingly submitting.

The sound of your tongue clicking snapped him out of his short daze, “Poor baby,” you shook your head in mock disappointment. “You’re not even afraid to have your head blown off?” It was a rhetorical question, not that he was going to answer. The letters he learned were turning into complete mush. “I would’ve done this with you sooner if I knew that you were so willing to just... take it.”

Saliva built in his mouth, trickling out of the corner. He was fucking drooling. “You’re better like this.”

He shook his head the best he could. “No?” You chuckled, drawing the gun back. “C’mon. Use your words.” His gaze hardened, but his body was a traitor to his emotions. A glare set in his eyes yet he had a tent in his pants and a blush on his cheeks. Hips rutting into nothing.

“I’m not—”

You shove it back in.

“Not what?”

Deity forgive him, he didn’t know if he hated that fact about you. Unbearable — that’s what he uses to describe you. Unbearable and cruel. A know-it-all. He could never tell you that. Not with the gun harshly pushing back and forth in his mouth, at least.

It was downright sinful.

Sinful, with the sounds that his throat was making. The muzzle poking at the back. He shouldn’t have a loaded firearm on his tongue. Not with you, a criminal that should be locked behind bars, treating it like it was your cock. Your treatment was rough, giving him little to no time to breathe. It felt uncomfortable, but so disgustingly good at the same time. This was your gun. The aftermath will have him lingering on your mind.

He shouldn’t want to be on your mind.

But he just can’t help it. He does have self-control, but you seem to simply take it away. He nearly smiles at the thought of you trying to come up with an excuse to why your gun was wet at the edges, maybe you’d forget to clean it, maybe you don’t even want to. Unknowingly, his hand wandered up to your belt. Shaky fingers took it off, achingly slow.

He finally pulled down your pants. A moan slipping into the muzzle as he wished that it was you in his mouth instead. But he had to wait. He wrapped his hand around the base, stroking it in a lazy manner. His eyes were hazy, throat for sure sore, and sweat on his skin. You bucked your hips into his palm, watching as he gags on your gun. Suddenly, a loud moan erupted from him, muffled. A wet patch forming on the crotch of his pants.

Fucking hell. You pant, currently in disbelief —

“Did you just cum?”

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

#— ⚔️ a knight’s duty #𝒉𝒆 who writes. #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #call of duty #keegan p russ #keegan russ #dom male reader