#⟢﹒a knight’s duty ᶻz

[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]

─── ⌜ mona lisa. ⌟ ─── simon “ghost” riley x you. sub simon. dom male reader. blowjob. gun kink. loaded gun play. boot grinding. hint of blood kink. ( alternative for this. )

imagine simon on his knees, mask rolled up to his nose, as he took your hard cock down his throat. you stood, back against the wall, as your hold on your pistol just slightly trembled. it pointed at simon’s head, finger resting on the trigger guard. ready to curl if he disobeyed.

mind you, that you were in the middle of a mission. he begged so sweetly, you couldn’t resist. the enemies were outside, patrolling as they chattered nonsense with each other. the walls hiding the sight of simon gagging on your cock. his eyes looked up into yours, maintaining eye contact as he looked so dazed.

a silent plead to press it harder into him. you did, his helmet blocking his head. his crotch lowered to the vamp of your boot, rocking against it. he moaned around your cock, sending vibrations – like lighting a fire up your spine. his calloused hands were bare to you, free from the confines of his gloves as they were bloody. you held them up to his nose with your other hand, however, as the stench of an enemy’s blood marked as the reminder of his victory had him turned on.

it didn’t help that you had faux disappointment set on your face, taunting him, degrading him. “fuck, just like that, baby.” you groaned, hips bucking into his warm mouth, “i wish you could see how pathetic you look. god, price would be so fuckin’ pissed at you.” you teased, “but this is our dirty little secret, isn’t it?” you hummed, raising a brow in expectation at him. he bobbed his head in response. eyebrows furrowing as he struggled to please you, heavily breathing through his nose as the enemies grew near.

“mmph...” he moaned, muffled, as he grinds harder against your boot. he swallowed around your cock, tongue teasing at the underside. you dragged the gun down to his masked cheek until it reached his neck, and holy fuck, you weren’t disappointed. you could see a very faint outline of your cock in his throat and he looked so beautiful like this. eyes teary and mouth wide open just to accommodate with your size. the intensity of the situation only made his arousal grow, the taste of your pre-cum sending blood south. he was worthy to be a painting; your very own mona lisa.

they’d call him insane, for sure, and simon wouldn’t care – because they’re right. he’s insane, solely for you.

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[knightonio]

─── ⌜ got a gun. ⌟ ─── simon “ghost” riley x you. sub simon. dom male reader. mean? reader. cockwarming. gun kink. loaded gun play. unserious threat.

imagine simon straddling your lap, his thighs trembling as he fought his urges to move on your cock. his unsubtle movements of grinding against you only left him whining for release, while you were inspecting your gun.

his eyebrows furrowed in frustration, his knees sore from remaining in that position for so, so long. he couldn’t take it anymore — so he lifted his hips up, and slammed himself back down on your cock. a high-pitched moan left him as you stifled a surprised groan. he took it as permission, stupidly, and began bouncing on your cock. he wrapped his arms around your neck, burying his face into your shoulder in shame.

his walls clenched around you, just begging for you to fuck him already. he let out a whine and that’s when he felt it — your gun. it was pressed against his thigh, causing him to tense. he whimpered as he felt the muzzle dig into his soft skin, and he swore he almost came. you leaned in, whispering so that only he could hear your words, “cum and you’re dead.”

unfortunately for you, he took it as a challenge. the head of his cock leaked more pre-cum, as he continued to ride you like he wasn’t going to see the light of day. his nerves were set alight as he held the knowledge that the gun’s safety was switched off and that it was loaded.

his cock throbbed as he neared his release. “please— i can’t, nnnghnh, ‘m gonna cuuum.” he cried out, unable to stop himself. he tensed once more as you pulled the trigger, not at him, but at an unused box. he came as the shot went off, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

masterlist main @yarelia

[knightonio]

─── ⌜ cutting tonight. ⌟ ─── könig x you. sub ftm könig. dom gn reader. knife kink + play. marking. squirting. blood licking ( once ).

imagine könig laid on your shared bed, legs spread open so you can sit in between. your wrist ached from the effort of thrusting the handle of your knife into könig’s weeping pussy, but it was so worth it. you always knew he had a thing for knives, and tonight you decided to indulge in his fantasy.

his hands gripped the sheets, face scrunching up in pleasure. the rough material of the handle scratched at his sensitive walls perfectly, making him feel so overwhelmed. your knife was drenched in his fluids, dripping down to your fingers. “hnnnggg... fuck! liebes, i can’t, nggh–” ( dear ) he whined, shaking his head. the sharp blade pricked at his soft inner thighs, creating a few small cuts. blood dotted them, just how he wants it.

despite his protests, he pushed back against the handle. he craved for more. with your free hand, you used your thumb to rub at his clit and he squealed from the overstimulation. his mind screamed at him that it was enough, too much, but his body pleaded for so much more that he could handle.

he mewled as the butt of the handle hit his g-spot just right, “ah fuck, uhm, li–liebes, i don’t think that’s–” his words were interrupted by a loud moan as he fucking squirted, his cheeks tinting in pink as his brain registered what recently occurred. his fluids drenched your knife, hand, and up until your forearm. he felt lightheaded, head tilted down to watch how his fluids dripped from your arm onto the sheets, a reminder.

but you didn’t stop there, no, you continued hitting that spot. the blade digging into his inner thighs a bit more as he could feel himself nearing a climax, “hmmng! uhhng– mein schatz, please." ( my sweetheart ) he whimpered, yet he didn’t know what he wanted. he trembled in your hold, like shards of glass dropped to the floor, begging to be pieced back together.

and you did just that; as he came with a breathy cry. his fingers dug into the sheets and if he were to apply more pressure, you’re sure he’d tear them. you leaned down, lapping up fresh blood from the new cut. he whined, thighs closing, as he felt your knife rocking inside of his pussy. you weren’t done, yet.

masterlist main @yarelia

[knightonio]

─── ⌜ break me. ⌟ ─── miguel o’hara x you. power bottom miguel. top male reader. cowgirl position. creampie. marking. paralyzed ( he bit you with his fangs ).

“hng— oh fuck.” miguel moaned, tight walls squeezing your hard cock. he had bit you, purposely even as he claimed that it was an accident. in the end, he was beginning to regret it. he couldn’t cum without your touch and he hated that. “oh fuck, ‘m sorry. ‘m sorry! please.” he sniffled, aware that it was futile.

you couldn’t verbally respond, mustering up a glare as best as you could. miguel’s pupils were blown wide, brimming with tears that threatened to spill down his pretty face. his tip was leaky, steady beads of pre forming from his slit. yet, he couldn’t reach his climax. “i need you.” he lifted himself, grinding against your tip, earning a stifled groan from you.

“g’nna make you fuck me s’good once you’re free.” miguel leaned down towards you, grazing his fangs against the fresh bite. teasingly ghosting his fingers across your nipples. licking at the wound to soothe the ache, only to slam down on your cock. a gasp erupting from the both of you.

the cum from your climax moments prior dripped down from his hole to your shaft, every up’s of his causing them to fall more. miguel whined, attempting to keep your cum inside of him as he fucks himself on you. he didn’t want it to waste, high pitched whimpers leaving him as your cock rubbed against his prostate. it felt too good to stop. the pace quickened, desperation evident in his actions.

as miguel slowly slid down, you met it with a harsh thrust. “uhng! please, please, please, i want you to break me.” he begged, tears streaming freely now. pathetic whining leaving his hoarse throat. this was going to be a long night.

masterlist main @yarelia