#𝑨ZTOBER.23

[2kiran]

ftm!simon getting frustrated because m!reader only fucks his ass as a punishment for simon distracting him during a meeting 🙏🙏

also, his hand is pushed away every time simon tries to rub his clit or finger himself because he can't take being neglected for so long

“ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 ”

◜ᐢ..ᐢ◝ ᶻz ➜ he’s a huge distraction that needs to be taught a lesson.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𖤐 pairing ☆ ftm!simon “ghost” riley x dom!m!reader ˖ ࣪ ˖ cw ıllı mean!reader. flashback. brat taming. anal sex. orgasm delay. ⪩⭔⪨

“Fuck— just, baby, please!”

Simon grasped the sheets tightly, uncontrollable groans seeping from his throat like a faucet. The smirk he wore wasn’t present, far from it. His pussy fluttered around nothing as your cock bullies into his other hole. It was his fault.

“Any questions?”

It was around 2200 hours, if you remember correctly. An unusual hour for a meeting. Your eyelids were heavy and your muscles screamed. Back aching from exhaustion. You barely had a wink of sleep, ripped from your grasp when Simon knocked on your door to rise you for the current debrief. Surely, Price could have asked for this the next day, but he insisted to have it now. “No, sir.” Your reply rasped out of your throat, hand coming around your neck to rub away the tension.

That brain of yours was silent, ears muffling out the words that were being spoken. Somehow, Gaz and Soap still had energy. They teased you a little bit for your lack of focus, but they were cut short by your captain. Your eyes were quickly drooping, so quick to fall asleep, any moment now.

Not until you felt a hand on your thigh.

You tense, glancing only to see that it belonged to Simon.

He wasn’t looking at you. Like it wasn’t intentional. You knew that it wasn’t the case, he knew what he was doing. It’s probably just his way to make you pay attention, right?

No. It was far from that.

His intentions were made clear when it slowly, oh so slowly, crept up. Fingers on the inner side, close to your crotch. “Ghost,” You hiss, sending him a glare. He was beside you, skull-patterned glove hidden beneath the table. The grip he had on your thigh tightened, squeezing the flesh.

The quietest, similar to a whisper, of a hum resonated from his chest. It was an acknowledgement. You knew he wouldn’t listen.

Now here he was, forced to just take it. This was a different form of pleasure. Not enough. “More, need more,” you scoff, dragging your hips back. “More?” mockingly, you slammed back in, “You need more, don’t you? So fuckin’ greedy.” he yelps, tears flooding his eyes but he blinks them back. Still somewhat stubborn. “I’m sorry.” he whispers, so softly, like he didn’t mean it. In spite of his apology, his hand snakes down to rub at his clit.

Harshly, the back of your hand meets his palm. Pushing it away. “What was that?” you thrust, uncaringly. Reveling in the surprised gasp he gifts you. “I’m sor—” he cuts himself off with a yelp when you harshly thrust into him again, “I’m sorry!”

“Uh, uh.” you take both of his wrists and pin them above his head, “You’re sorry? For what?” he whimpers, the brattiness in him melting into desperation. “I’m sorry...nggh! f-for distracting you. Please, baby. I can’t.” Good answer, but you can’t simply give in. Yet. “You can,” a kiss was pressed to his cheek. “Just a little more, yeah?”

He shouldn’t be as wet as he is from that.

A nod was all you received, and all that you needed. With every movement forward, his clit caught onto the fabric below. If he angled himself just right, he’d be able to—

Your hand wrapped around his thigh, moving him in order for him to lay on his side. His leg was in the air, cock still pounding into his hole. In this position, he couldn’t experience the pleasure he yearned for. He didn’t need you there. A frustrated whimper left him, frowning when he attempted to rock into nothing. You were close, but he wasn’t. “Love,” he called, a moan following. “Shit, ‘m close.” you warn, that wasn’t the response he was looking for. It only caused him to try to escape your hold on his wrists, yet to no avail. He wanted you in his greedy cunt, not there. It wasn’t fair, he only wished for your attention.

Simon garbled in between a loud gasp and a choked moan when he felt your fingers plunge into him without any resistance, given to he was soaking. “That what you wanted?” your hips was flush against his, halting as your cock leaks of cum into his gaping hole.

“Y-yeah— oh, yes, fuck!” He clamped around you — both on your cock and fingers. You pull out along with your digits, leaving him oozing with cum and on the brink of a climax. He let out a cry, head moving towards you to ask why, he was right there.

“Keep that in, ‘kay? I have somethin’ to finish.”

Deity, he hates how you’re so effortlessly infuriating.

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

[2kiran]

“ 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

[2kiran]

if your requests are still open ,,,, keegan/soap dumbification, exhibitionist and dacryphilia?

◜ᐢ..ᐢ◝ ᶻz ➜ something a little repair can fix.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𖤐 pairing ☆ keegan p russ x dom!m!reader ˖ ࣪ ˖ cw ıllı bratty!keegan. dumbification. exhibitionism kink. sex against a window. name calling ( slut ). dacryphilia. ⪩⭔⪨

“Is that all you can do?”

Every letter that Keegan uttered has done nothing to ease your agitated veins. A challenge; is a way you’ve seen it. He’s been challenging you, testing your patience that’s already been broken down. He was a brat and very self-aware. He went out of his way merely to poke at you — to anger you into giving him what he wants.

And you were. Really, each pleasured moan erupting from his throat was a token for your ego. Your grip on his hips was an anchor, keeping him in place as your cock gradually drilled into his desperate hole. It was almost passionate, but both of you knew it was distant from that. Keegan whined, not quite a plea.

“Use your words.”

“Plea–aah!” he gasped, hands planted hard on the window he was against. Keegan’s cheek pressed into the glass, his own cock throbbing from the coldness. “Repeat.” you click your tongue when he doesn’t respond quick enough for your taste, “Aw, what’s wrong? Have I fucked you dumb already?” He shook his head. Slut.

“Then say it. What do you want?” A particular grind of yours sent his knees to buckle, “Wan’– wan’ you to fuck me.” he whispers, bashfully. “I already am.” His sigh becomes a moan when your tip grazes that spot inside of him. His cheeks flush of embarrassment and shame, his stubbornness refusing to simply ask for the pleasure he seeks. The street this evening was busy, the flash of red on the stoplight causing moments of traffic. If anyone were to look up right now, they’d meet Keegan’s eyes. You knew he liked that thought. “What would these people think?” you ask, rather rhetorically.

“A slut who can’t even ask for what he wants.” you answer your own question, panting beside his ear that he hears well enough for more pre to leak from his tip. You suddenly take his cock in hand, making him squeal from the warmth of your palm. “Shiit. Yes! C’mon, harder,” he whimpers when you press down on his slit, cock pulsing due to your touch. You hear a sniffle.

“Fuck. Are you crying?” there wasn’t any concern in your tone, no, you only laughed at him.

He was, tears streaming down his pretty face like his eyes were a river of desperation. “What happened, baby? Don’t want it anymore?”

“No! Please, don’t stop. Please, ‘m sorry,” he abruptly clenches around you, his voice wobbly, “Harder. I want you to fuck me ha–angh!” your hips repositioned themselves and bullied your cock into his squeezing entrance. Taking you in like he was fucking made for it.

His tears impossibly complimented him even more, his mouth blessing you with high-pitched whines after the other. Your tip brushes against his prostate as his breath fogged up the window. A small part, maybe larger than you think, of you wished someone saw how he was right now. Perhaps, someone did. You wouldn’t know. Did they take a picture of him? Did they like the view?

Maybe.

Maybe Hesh did.

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 CONTINUATION

[2kiran]

◜ᐢ..ᐢ◝ ᶻz ➜ din didn’t know how it lead to this. you were his bounty and you made him chase after you then, eventually, he got to you. he was annoyed at you for being so stubborn when he caught you. but now? he’s completely at your mercy.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𖤐 pairing ☆ din djarin x dom!m!reader ˖ ࣪ ˖ cw ıllı bonus. helmetless!din. thigh riding. use of sir. blowjob [ giving ]. orgasm delay/denial. praise + degradation. ⪩⭔⪨

At first, a plan was quick to formulate in your mind. Intent on escaping his harsh grip as you were seconds away from boarding the Razor Crest. Unfortunately, you didn’t succeed. The Mandalorian’s reaction time was better than you expected. What was happening now, though, completely makes up for your earlier humiliation.

The feared and brutal bounty hunter, was on your thigh with his face bare, reduced to a whimpering mess.

“Shame that you have to wear that helmet of yours all the time. ‘s a waste for your pretty face.” He seemed utterly helpless, eyes pleading to you to end this enjoyable torture.

You guided him on your thigh, so slowly that he got quickly frustrated. “Faster...ah!” You sped up your movements briefly, only to slow it down again, earning a whine from him. “So impatient. We’ve only begun.” He shook his head, “Sir, I ca–can’t. I need—” You interrupted him, “You can. Be thankful that I haven’t already left after you’ve embarrassed me.” He moaned lowly as he rocked against you just right, “I’m sorry, f-fuck.” His hands rose, gripping your shoulders for dear life.

“It’s too late for that.” You lifted him away from your thigh, making Mando let out a sob. You put him on the crate you were sitting on and you pulled down his boxers, revealing his leaking cock. “I’ve barely done anything to you.” You leaned in without warning, licking up from the shaft to the tip. “Ah! Fuck, fuck,” He instinctively bucked into your warm mouth, a breathy moan escaping him as you hummed. The vibrations were dizzying his brain.

“Mmngh...Feels s’good. You’re doin’ so good...your m–mouth, ngh!” Your own cock strained against your pants at his words, laced with bliss. You surfaced, pulling off him to breathe. He groaned in disappointment, “No! I was s’close.” He slurred, a frown on his lips.

Oh.

He deserves this punishment.

You suddenly take him back in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down. “Oh! ‘M go–gonna—” On cue, your mouth was off of him again. Tongue ghosting over his tip. “What... why’d you stop?” He panted, “Do you think you deserve to cum?” His eyes widened, “I’m... I’m so sorry. Need your mouth on me. Please.” Your thumb rubbed lazy circles into his thigh to calm him down, “You can do better than that, yeah?” Tears brimmed at his waterline.

“Please... I need you. Need you to help me cum, to help me feel good, please. I’m sorry.”

“Stand up.” He followed your order, his shaky legs threatening to give up on him but you quickly pinned him to the wall. Swiftly, you took your pants along with your boxers off. Mando felt drool build up under his tongue at the sight of your cock. “Open your mouth for me, pretty boy.” He opened his mouth and you shove in three of your fingers, taking him by surprise. “What’re you waitin’ for? Suck on them, slut.” He did, surprisingly obedient and filthy.

Once he coated your fingers with his saliva, you put one of them into his hole. Then a second, scissoring him. Then there comes a third. “You’re taking me in so well, huh? Greedy little whore.” His dick twitched, his teeth biting on his bottom lip to muffle his sounds. You lined up your cock and slid it in, filling him up instantly. Din’s tears finally flowed down, staining his cheeks, “Please,” he weakly begged, voice more of a whisper, “Please fuck me, sir.” You couldn’t help it. Your hips drew themselves back, pounding into his entrance. The way he moaned your name seemed like it’s the only word he ever knew. You could consider it poetical, but it was absolutely whorish.

Mando swears a silent oath that he’ll never admit that he wants you to ruin him — to make a mess out of him in front of those who fears him.

But if you’re lucky enough, you could fuck it out of him.

“I’m going to—” He half-warns, “Don’t. Not until I say you can.” He quietly whimpered, choosing to keep silent. Mando knew better than to complain. He could only shut up and be your little toy.

The once silent Razor Crest was filled with his moans and the sounds of his squelching hole. You leaned in and kissed him, sliding your tongue into his mouth. Successfully silencing his moans until you pulled away, “You’re better when you’re quiet.” Your hand met his cock, setting up a quick pace, “Cum for me.” Almost on command, he came onto your shirt. His hole sucked you in so tightly, sending you off the edge.

You pulled out of him after a few moments, some of your cum dribbling down your cock. You kissed his tear-stained cheek sweetly, “Good boy.”

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

[2kiran]

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.

“���는 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

[2kiran]

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

[2kiran]

If you're still takin requests, could you mayyyybe--

pussydrunk reader waking up ftm!Horangi with maybe a small side of overstim

:)))))))))))))))))))

I need to eat him out i need to eat him out i need to-

“ 𝐂 𝐀 𝐍 𝐃 𝐈 𝐄 𝐃 ”

pairing kim “horangi” hong-jin x reader genre smut dom!gn reader x sub!ftm!horangi. cw uppercase typing. oral ( horangi receiving ). consensual somnophilia. overstimulation.

he’s better than any other sweet thing.

You felt nervous.

So fucking nervous.

This was the first time you were going to do this. Horangi, your boyfriend, was asleep. He seemed so peaceful that you felt guilty about disturbing his slumber.

You’ve talked about this for a while now. He has reminded you many times that he consented to this, yet you found yourself unable to do it. But now — it was your chance.

And that’s where you found yourself, in between his legs, licking long stripes on his cunt.

Fuck.

He tasted so sweet. Every single time. He stirred around, soft moans leaving his throat. If he was pretending to sleep, you couldn’t tell. It’s not like you can care when his pussy is gaping to have you inside.

You were tired from work and sought comfort from the one you loved. You chose this to comfort your worn-out state.

Mumbling words onto his clit as you swirled your tongue, trapping the sensitive bundle of nerves in warmth. He was absolutely dripping. Thighs slick from the special stimulation he was receiving. Your fingers gathered the wetness coating his inner thighs, bringing it to his hole to fuck it back inside.

It was selfish.

He needed the break, something that was out of reach for him most of the time. It was selfish of you. So selfish that his gummy walls tightened around the digits, begging to be taken roughly. You were going to give him just that, but not yet. Taking your time, you teased the lips of his pussy. Tongue dancing along the lines.

You’ve barely began and you already knew he was close. His moans were growing in volume and he fluttered around you. Rocking your fingers, you slowly eased him to the orgasm he needed. “So pretty,” you whispered, loud enough for him to hear if he was awake. “All mine.”

You kiss his clit, tilting your head downwards to finally push your tongue inside of his hole. He’s sweeter than any kind of candy. You needed this so badly.

You dragged the muscle in an up and down motion. Steadily and precisely. Your patience was wearing thin, but this is supposed to be for him. If you could, you’d remain in this position for hours. Yet, it still wouldn’t be enough. You could never become tired of him and his taste. Your chin was wet with his evident arousal.

“Mmm...” He groaned. He was finally awake.

His thighs carefully wrapped around your head to prevent you from moving away. “Missed me - ah - that much?” He had a grin on his face.

“I did,” You pulled away slightly to speak, earning the most painting-worth image. Horangi with his hair messed up, skin dusted in pink and sweat, as he tried not to cum. It was affecting him as much as it was affecting you. “Let go for me.”

To accompany your demand, you sped up the pace of your fingers. He gasped, body curving off the bed whilst his mouth fell open. “Nng—‘m gonna—” With a final whine, he gushed around both your fingers and tongue. He was so fucking sweet. There won’t be a last time you’ll say that. You need more.

“Oh—oh wait, mmfng! I’m still...” he trailed off, his sentence retreating as he suppressed another whine.

Despite his warning, he didn’t try to stop you. He was as needy as you were. Drunk off of each other. A pleasured sigh left him as you returned to circling his clit. “Thought you were sensitive, baby?” you asked. He shook his head, deep voice shockingly desperate, “Don’t stop.”

You weren’t done and neither was he.

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

[2kiran]

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

[2kiran]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 . . . the month we’ve been waiting for.

beware.

♱ i will solely write for dom reader. the reader will be male, amab, or gender-neutral.

♱ i will add the first five requests i receive to the empty slots. refer to my directory.

♱ minors, don’t interact. for women, only interact with my gn!reader content.

♱ all posts that are related to this event are marked with #𝑨ZTOBER.23.

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄. somnophilia + overstimulation — ftm!horangi

candied ; he’s better than any other sweet thing.

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄. gun kink + facefucking — keegan russ

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

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐈𝐗. size kink — könig

shadowed ; everyone knows him as the intimidating, dominant colonel. but to you, he’s a vulnerable, needy man.

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐄��𝐄𝐍. overstimulation — horangi

ecstasy ; guess you have to teach him english all over again.

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. brat taming + anal sex — ftm!simon riley

hands to yourself ; he’s a huge distraction that needs to be taught a lesson.

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍. dumbification + exhibitionism + dacryphilia. — keegan russ

all i need ; something a little repair can fix.

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍. bondage — cypher

give it to me ; an introduction to your interest.

BONUS. din djarin.

♱ they may be reduced or added, depending on my busyness.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓