#.🕸️ ݁ ˖ corrupted.khan 𖦹

[2kiran]

FRANCIS MOSSES 交易 ── `` DARK CONTENT﹕monsterfucking. top amab reader. doppelgänger francis. handjob. no protection + preparation. overstimulation. ✶ IN WHICH you unknowingly let the wrong francis inside.

the prospect of you being fired—or worse, being put in a cell—was incredibly likely. enthusiasm of the milkman’s arrival being your final entry request for the day lead to your upcoming demise.

it shouldn’t be on you, both the blame and responsibility. the given identity document had indistinguishable information, merely an artist’s mistake as you finally realize that his eyebrows were just a tad thicker. his eyes were a bit too lively for the real francis.

realization dawned on you a second too late as you feel cold, but strangely simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar hands grab you from behind. before you could reach the rotary phone to contact the D.D.D., he grabbed your wrist and spun your chair around to face him.

francis, or so you thought, had a gentle smile plastered on his face but you knew better to tell that his intentions were far from truly kind. “don’t tell me you were actually going to let them kill me,” your jaw tightened, gaze hardening into a glare. he chuckled, hands landing on the armrests, so dangerously close to yours that were balled in fists to prevent yourself from punching his face.

when you didn’t respond, he continued. leaning in as he shook his head with a scoff, “aw, c’mon. . .we both know that you’re too much of a good sweetheart, yeah? please don’t try that again.” his saccharine voice was improbable, a subtle take of a threat behind his tone.

“you’re gullible enough to think i’d do that for you.” the tension between you was palpable, a thin thread that threatened to break at the tip of his finger. his lips pouted, sadness in his untrue eyes. “me? but you’re the one who let me in here,” he laughed, tone rather arrogant, “and i should thank you for that.”

if he were the real francis, you probably would have been making out with him by now. this doppelgänger was awfully confident, you wish you could break him. see tears fall down to his round cheeks, lips trembling as pleas tumbled out of his pretty lips.

these thoughts were idiotic. but fuck, he was near enough to the milkman, the clueless neighbor who could care less about it all. “want me to spare you? or—” you cut him off, lips connecting with his. francis was surprised, but welcomed it nonetheless. his hand came up to your neck, sliding towards your hair. groaning as he gently, almost experimentally, tugged at it. tongue met tongue, a clash of saliva and mess. you bit onto his bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan.

“mmph, and here i thought you hated me.” he grinned, panting, “what gave you that idea?” you place a kiss on his chin, “because you tried to get rid of me, and the fact that. . .i’m not him.” grabbing his hips, he let out a yelp. he scrambled to hold onto your shoulders for dear life, gasping when he felt your teeth graze against his neck. “seems like i’ve struck a nerve, hu—haah, fuck!”

a lewd moan had escaped him, your teeth sinking into his flesh. it was far from gentle, biting him like you wanted to see him bleed. he was simply a doppelgänger that you stupidly let in, after all.

the pink muscle settled in your mouth lapped at the bite, cueing francis to whimper at the sensation. he moved closer on your lap, grinding against your crotch. the action could’ve been mistaken for something relating to a dog; for he seemed like a bitch in heat. quite uncharacteristic for his kind. “you’re pathetic, mosses.”

francis, beyond belief, was affected by the use of the stolen surname more than you anticipated. his hips trembled, “that’s, haah, not my fault. you made me like this. fucking a– ah! doppelgänger, really? they’d surely co– come for you next.” his cock twitched, spilling pre-cum that formed a wet patch on his boxers. you were a lowly human, another one to get rid of, so why does he feel this way?

silence was met with his words. not until you pull down his pants, taking off what was left until his lower half was bare to you. “oh yeah? you’re letting me fuck you,” your fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, giving a single stroke, “you’re not even trying to fight back against me, honey.”

he whined, beginning to selfishly rut into your palm. “what were you going to say?” francis doesn’t respond and you twist your wrist, a cry slipping from him. you asked on a whim, wishing to hear what he planned besides allowing you to carry on with your life. “i-i don’t know!” your thumb presses down on his slit, causing him to wrack his brain to remember. “ah, ah, i meant to ask if you wa- want me to kill you right he— hmmng!” his voice wobbled as if he was fearful, tears in his eyes and he’s suddenly ethereal.

“do you still want to do that? to end my life?”

“no, no, please, i didn’t mean it.”

you tease the vein that ran on his shaft, never failing to witness the face he makes when he’s within the depths of pleasure; of that high he never dared to reach. oh, if only if it was francis mosses. the real one, the one you’re so curious about, the one who your eyes like to linger on a bit too long for comfort. your pace picks up, palm slick with his pre-cum and the room’s sinful with his sobs and arousal.

francis moans under his breath, “i’m cumming-!” he warns a second too late, hips bucking as the familiar fluid splatters across your fingers. the doppelgänger was your very own legendary mona lisa with how his face is painted with all shades of red.

when you swipe your thumb over his tip, he swore he had a glimpse of the deity he didn’t have the conscience to worship.

beliefs were foolish; it was his opinion. with that, he thought you were the one insane. doppelgängers aren’t flawed with such imperfections like humans are. he didn’t need to be prepared for situations similar to this, and you used his inhumanity for your pleasure.

“ughm, agh!” you had wordlessly given your cock a few pumps, no more than that before slipping inside of his tight hole. the tiniest beginning of guilt threatened to engulf you with shame, but why should you allow it? his mere purpose and intention was to murder.

his hole spasmed around you, freely welcoming the intrusion. maybe they were quite useful after all. he whined, his insides tingling with the stretch. the doppelgänger has never felt so full, or genuinely anything, for that matter. “please—fuck, move already, damnit.” he, himself, was breathless.

how could you deny him?

your hands grasped his hips tightly, like you wanted to indent a marking into his flesh. cold emanated from your palms, contrasting to the heat licking at his cheeks. he’s lighter than you’d expect, hole gripping you as if he was a fleshlight. lifting him up, your tip was held onto. heavenly; as the way he wrapped around you was undeniably heavenly.

sensing his apparent impatience, you let him crash down on you. a broken gasp-of-a-moan occupied the air, globs of pre-cum building on his slit. “yeah, fuck me like that,” he breathed, instructions hazily clear to your sex-deprived brain. his ass slapped, slapped, slapped against you. shit, the D.D.D. surely ought to give you a punishment worse than death for this.

he clung onto you, both with his arms and entrance. you don’t think you could really get enough—as vague as this memory could get. your tip brushes against his prostate with each harsh thrust, slick sounds adding onto the cotton pressed into his little head, forming static and nothing else to focus on besides your cock pounding into him. “you’re liking this- ahngm! right? like how good i feel? haa, needed your dick in me s’ bad. . .”

he pushed his hips forward, grinding on your cock as he purposely clenched. “thaaaat’s it, sweetheart. think ‘m gonna keep you.”

yeah, let’s hope your neighbors forgive you for indulging in him.

masterlist﹒divider﹒artist kaworinx

[2kiran]

BOYYYYY THE MILKMAN SMUT WAS SO GOOD. care for another one? i NEED to fuck the real francis mosses now…i’m imagining the doppelgänger being jealous asf of him too ouuujhhhh

FRANCIS MOSSES 交易 ── `` DARK CONTENT﹕nonconsensual voyeurism. top amab reader. doppelgänger francis is watching, real one doesn’t know it. dry humping. clothed sex. different timeline from prev fic. ✶ IN WHICH francis wants to be more than just a neighbor.

for who to blame, you don’t permit yourself to think. francis, the lovely neighbor, is propped on your lap. poor man was flustered, sweat gathering on his skin like a coat. gullible; and so unaware. entirely dumb of the fact that his doppelgänger was gazing upon the scene through the crack of your bedroom door. you could almost imagine the creature’s expression, twisted in envy.

your palms cupping his hips, which are erratically pressing themselves against you. chasing after the friction he craved during the in-between’s of his working hours, pent up frustrations translating into insatiable sexual desire.

“gosh, ‘m sorry... hnngh, needed to feel you against me.” his teeth grit with a whine, tucking his head to your shoulder. effectively obscuring his ever burning pit of shame which laid heavily in his gut.

supposedly, you were to help him of deliveries as a noble—not only a doorman but as well a—citizen. however, you were not put in a situation to complain whilst he clutched onto you as he switched to tantalizing grinds. “couldn’t wait anymore, hm?”

words a tease, he could feel himself losing track of the rhythm. sloppy and unexperienced; though not enough to be labeled as someone so pure from filth. “please,” the doppelgänger’s eyebrows wrinkled with disgust at the actual francis’ plea.

“please, i, mm,” and the milkman is at a loss for words.

the creature, despite his apparent hatred, palmed his cock within the confines of his pants. fuck, his tip was leaking with pre-cum that without a doubt painted his length in a creamy tone.

he was ablaze with jealousy while you got your dick wet with the one whose identity he attempted to steal. “say it.” the commanding quality of your voice left no room for objections that even he felt the obligation to speak his thoughts.

“can- can i take off your pants? i want you inside me..” what a darling francis mosses was.

a humming released from your sealed lips; he waits. “not completely,” he’s confused until you pull the zipper, freeing your cock from the side and his shyness returns. “better?”

francis nods, cheeks warmed at the scenery. the doppelgänger despised that. “i’m ready, did it myself this morning.” he sheepishly mumbles, releasing himself of his lower garments. “did you plan this?”

it’s taken as an accusation. “no!” could’ve been an exclaim if he wasn’t so breathless in effort of aligning his hole to your tip, “but i’ve... imagined it, you know. keep myself awake to— oh fuck.”

an inch, then a second, and now you’re void of a clue. rewarding yourself with the relief of triumph of the theory that he would feel a lot better than the copy; he is.

if you were to say that aloud, you’re sure the targeted one would be angry enough to keep you from finding your release.

francis’ thighs lay atop of yours, warming your cock with his sensitive walls. he tries to lift himself up, only to realize he was incapable. energy spent due to the earlier attempts. you are met with a whimper, a look in his eye, and the trembling of his lips.

the other tenants are certain to file a complaint.

masterlist﹒divider﹒artist kaworinx

[2kiran]

“ GMFU ”

pairing keegan p. russ x reader genre smut gn reader. dom!reader x sub!keegan cw lowercase typing. violence. injured keegan. bondage. handjob. pain kink. hint of overstimulation. ( credits to this edit & to the creator. )

who could’ve thought keegan would enjoy being helpless?

a previous mission went haywire, enemy combatants ambushing your team. the fight was a clash of blood, sweat, and lost of lives. one of the members of the opposing team captured keegan undetected, muffled yells falling on unhearing eardrums. his absence only noticed once you and your team reached the evacuation point. the seconds ticked by, and they eventually led to a week.

it took a toll on you the most, the lack of sleep making you clumsy with even the slightest of movements. however, no longer having to worry, his location was found. the man kept in an abandoned building in a seemingly ghost town. you insisted on going alone, for you were one of the strongest and most agile in the team. your skill caused you to easily enter the building, the guards’ necks weeping of red as they laid on the floor. you were mad and concerned, barely sleeping in a wink. it was a blur – difficult to determine the events that occurred as it was a rush of blood and hurried feet.

and there he was, keegan in all of his glory, bound to a chair. surprisingly, he still had his mask planted to his head. the only difference being that it was lifted above his lips, mouth occupied by a cloth. he struggled against the ropes, yet to no avail. freezing in your tracks, unguarded hungry eyes raked over his form. keegan was stripped of his shirt, muscular body adorned with scars bled with fresh ones. his sweat created a thick sheen, the liquid illuminated by the dim light. he was angry, for sure, but he looked so good like this. he tugged at the ropes again, and that movement snapped you out of your trance.

“sorry.” you mumble, approaching the bound man. he said something that you were unable to decipher, syllables muffled by the fabric. he was against the wall, causing you to loom over him just to reach the ropes. his furrowed eyebrows peeked underneath his balaclava as he looked up at you. the ropes didn’t budge, and it only rubbed on his sensitive skin more. another batch of words left him, and from what you could tell, they were of curses. the metal chair was heavy and with his weight, you could barely move it.

“ghffg— gghh!” he spoke through the fabric, shoulders tense. “fggnng!” he keened, as your arm accidentally rubbed against a healing wound. the sound that left him seemed more pleasurable than painful. you inspected his form in concern, “you okay?” his eyes connected with yours and was that— desperation?

grabbing your knife from your pocket, you tried cutting the ropes with it but they were too thick. “fuckin’ hell...” you grumbled, frustrated with the current situation. he grunted as the twisted strands served him even more harm. and yet, it definitely wasn’t in pain this time. something stood out from your peripheral vision and you glanced at—

oh.

oh.

an imprint strained against his pants and his head lowered, following your gaze. he was turned on. “keegan,” you called, uncertain. your thoughts were stupid. of course they were. fucking your superior in the enemy’s territory? were you insane? despite your self-awareness, he nodded. the movement of his head quick enough to make you believe he’d suffer of whiplash. “are you sure? i mean, we are, you know, and you’re hurt, and—” your ramble was cut off as he spat into the fabric, similar to a frustrated command.

his face was flushed in embarrassment, eyes almost dazed. he wanted – bluntly needed – you. trembling hands grabbed his belt, taking it off and toying with the zipper. he made a noise, and you could faintly make it out as a ‘please’. you slid off his pants, leaving him in his boxers. a small, wet spot stained the fabric. finally, you pulled it off to reveal his aching cock. a steady bead of pre-cum dotting its slit as he bucked his hips upwards into the air. wrapping your gloved fingers around his shaft, he groaned.

this was insane. neither of you nor him should do this, yet it felt right despite the paranoia of getting caught. years of tension between the two of you dissipating as you tantalizingly stroke his cock, working him up to his climax so, so fucking slowly. he wanted to beg, but both his ego and the cloth in his mouth prevented him to do so. “ungfh, gghg, mmng,” he moaned, even the makeshift gag couldn’t prevent his needy sounds from escaping. “plea– nnnghhh.” his cock twitched as you traced the veins, spreading the pre. heavy pants left his nose, head tilting back. “eyes on me.” you commanded, unable to keep yourself from displaying your own authority while he was vulnerable.

reluctantly, he looked into your eyes. he already looked so fucked out and you’ve barely started. he let out a pained grunt that caused you to slow down even more, much to his disappointment. his muscles flexed whilst one of his wounds stretched. he shook his head repeatedly as you tried taking your hand away, pushing himself forward as invitation. he whined so prettily, skin red with gashes.

he liked the pain.

“no fuckin’ way,” your concerns were melting away as you discovered something that should be unnerving, “you’re into this?” you asked, running your finger along one of the smaller cuts. his breath hitched and his cock throbbed, confirming your suspicion. gently, you pressed your finger into it. just enough to inflict a spark of hurt. he whimpered, high-pitched and uncharacteristic of him. you dug your thumb into his slit, his body quivering and his teeth biting down on his tongue. your glove was slick with his own fluid, and it makes you think he came already. abruptly, you sped up your pace. the sound of leather rubbing against sensitive skin interrupting the silence of the room. “hmmnggh!” he squealed, tension surrounding his body. his eyes were unfocused, nearly crossing, even.

his head light from the intoxicating combination of pain and pleasure. unexpectedly, you roughly grazed a recent wound and he came, from that. pearly, thick ropes of cum coated your hand. you leaned in, dragging your tongue up to his tip. the muffled sounds of his throaty groans and the taste of his already spent cock interrupted your senses. an addiction that you couldn’t cure.

a breathless whine left him, your warm tongue leading him to tremble against the ropes. he was so sensitive, and you worsened his state by giving an experimental lick at the underside of his tip. your hand continued its quick ascend and descend, fingers curled tightly around his length. enough to give him stimulation, but not enough for him to reach another high. “sweetheart, please,” he muttered through the cloth, his legs threatening to close around your own like he couldn’t decide between pushing you away or making you help find his release, “want to, mmph, cum.”

you were ready to give into his request until your radio crackled with life,

“have you found keegan?”

he groaned in annoyance while you huffed. your hand leaving his throbbing cock to answer the question of your teammate, “yes. fourth floor, third room to the left. the ropes are too thick, my knife can’t cut it,” you replied, static reaching both of your ears and keegan’s, “copy that. any injuries sustained?” you glanced at keegan’s form and he returned the gaze with pleading eyes, “he’s got a few. need to take him to the infirmary.” your free hand worked him up, in a hurry. he bit into the cloth to suppress his moans and whines as he felt another climax approaching. your teammate replied,

“on our way.”

you can’t possibly leave him all denied of his sweet release. that would be too cruel of you. then again, the seconds are ticking away, yet the tent in his pants would be too obvious. so help him like the good teammate you are, yeah?

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]

you’re a wanted criminal for selling bombs or something. you’ve never been captured because ftm!ghost lets you go for fucking him really good. he managed to convince price that he should go alone for this one and when he gets to your base, he knocks you out and uses you for pleasure because of what you told him the last time you met. 👀 + light somno and degradation with a mix of praise?

if you could make this a one shot i’ll be glad but if not, it’s totally okay. thanks antonio!

“MAMA, I’M IN LOVE WITH A CRIMINAL”

pairing simon “ghost” riley x reader genre smut male reader & trans ftm ghost. top!reader x power bottom!ghost cw lowercase typing. dubcon. bondage. implied somnophilia. mention of face riding. degradation & praise kink. heavy dirty talk. marking. slight breath play.

you were a cruel, unpredictable criminal while he was willing to sell his tainted soul by the devil’s law for you. he’s aware that you were merely another dog astray, but his irrational desire for you is too much to ignore.

“i’ll let you use me if you manage to track me down.”

that’s what you told him four months ago. a forgotten promise, words etched to one of the deepest corners of your mind. you’ve recently been alerted by one of your coworkers that his team was on your trail, reminding you of his insufferable existence.

you can’t say that you truly missed him. it must be the memories, the remembrance of the heat of the moment that sparked the excitement within you in meeting him again. how he screamed your name when he was close to his climax, how he squeezed the life out of you when you teased him. it was enough for you to dumbly anticipate for his arrival. it was degrading, waiting for someone who had the intention of capturing you and letting you rot in a cell. sickeningly, you were relieved that it was him who’ll be at your throat.

falling for your enemy was against your every principle, but you didn’t fall for him. a sexual appeal was all it was; enemies with one deal to be blunt. that’s what this is, fight then fuck when no one’s looking. he didn’t love you and you didn’t love him.

a ding! ding! ding! freed you from your temporary trance. someone was at your door. you figured that it was one of your coworkers, delivering the new package. “hello?” you called, hand gradually opening the door before it slammed open. your vision darkening. a brief pain meeting your face, dizziness following not long after. you lost your balance, the suddenness catching you off guard. you couldn’t tell who it was, not until a pair of familiar, muscular arms hugged you before you collapsed to the ground.

a light slap on your cheek and the sensation of wetness coating your clothed thigh awoke you from your slumber. unconsciousness beginning to slip away while your senses fought to operate. it was ghost. he was in your lap, straddling your hips. the ropes bounding you to one of the pillars inside your temporary base dawned on you. your struggling caused them to burn your wrists, rubbing against sensitive skin. “you’re awake.” he said, hot breath fanning your face. you scoff, “you really had to hit me in the face?” irritation flicking in your expression, “was there another option?” he asked, slightly glaring at you. “any other part of me. how else can you ride my face if it’s hit?” he grounded himself harder on your thigh in response, squirming. “don’t tempt me.”

“was that an order, ghost?” you lightly bounced the limb, causing him to gasp. “i’m not the one tied up here, am i?” he began, “don’t tell me you already forgot our deal from last time.” you grit your teeth, “what deal?” an unimpressed huff, “you said that you’d let me use you if i tracked you down.” that made you confused, your nose scrunching up. he sighed frustratedly, rolling his hips against yours. “remember when— mmmph... you fucked me that night in the, hah!” his clit catches on the fabric of your pants, “in one of the hotels? you were — hhngmh.... goin’ to deliver an explosive.”

the corners of your mouth quirked up in amusement, attention divided on his bare pussy and his words. your tongue clicked in realization. “right, i remember. so this is how you plan on using me?” you bounced him again, “how long have you been using my thigh while i was out, huh? making me unconscious as payback because you always passed out from how good it felt?” he grabbed your hips, halting their movement.

“shut the fuck up.” he latched onto your neck, sucking in a hickey. “you’re enjoying it, though.” he moved to mouth at the other side, “i can feel how hard you are, love. must hurt, no?” he teased. he was really testing your nerves. “don’t act like you aren’t soaking. other men couldn’t fuck the brat out of you like i can?” an unconscious act, tilting your head to allow him more access. he audibly stifled a whine, replaced by a huff from his nose. “i want you to regret what you missed.” he lifted his hips, hovering mere inches above your crotch. “you’re the one regretting. should’ve found me sooner.” an involuntary gasp elicits from you as he suddenly sat on your clothed cock. “missed me that much you couldn’t resist fucking yourself on me the moment i opened the door.”

“can’t help it.” he whined, dominant façade beginning to crack. “needed this s’ bad, mgh.” he moans, burying his head into the crook of your neck. “please? i need you in me.” you hum in agreement, “take the offer while it’s still up, ghost.” you push yourself forward in invitation. he hurriedly stripped you of your pants, leaving you exposed in the cool air. he sinked down on the tip, thighs trembling with effort.

he groaned, “fuck, i couldn’t cum without you. felt like torture.” his teeth bit his bottom lip as he sinked down further, warm heat engulfing you. “you touched yourself before meetin’ me?” he nodded, low moans escaping him. “i hated the way she looked at you.” he admits. you didn’t know who ‘she’ was and the silence from you made him realize that. “your coworker... ngg.” you could practically feel his tight walls adjust to your size, causing your breath to hitch. “ah! you probably fucked her.” his hands gripped your shoulders bruisingly as he began bouncing on your cock. his tone suffered of jealousy and anger. “just like how you fuck every whore you see.” you laugh bitterly at his statement. you bucked your hips up into him, rubbing against his sweet spot just right. he squealed in surprise, his pussy suddenly tightening around you. “you know i’m not like that, gghhmg–” your words trail off into a moan. he had his hand wrapped around your throat.

you felt lightheaded, drunk off the pleasure. and so was he. it always ended up like this; in each other’s embrace. souls melded into one another. “you don’t know how long it got me to convince my captain for me to go alone.” he lazily grinds, bringing his free hand down to circle his clit. you groan, imagination forming several scenarios of his desperation. he whimpers, eyes shut as he abruptly reaches his climax, his pussy pulsing around your hard cock. the ropes that tied you untwisted. your hands found his waist and his eyes immediately opened.

“it’s my turn, sweetheart.”

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[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

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MULTI YANDERE 香菸 ── `` amab reader. suggestive.

sparring with SLASHER!YANDERE . . . he's personally training you in case you need to defend yourself when he somehow can't be there. his foot sweeps your ankles, ending with you on your back and with him in your lap.

his hand secures your wrists, panting through his mask. "fuck..." you grunt from the impact of the fall, but he's more 'worried' about something else. "(name)..." he laughs, "are you hard?" he subtly rocks his hips. "wha– no. it's just–" he grounds himself down on you. "just what? don't tell me fighting's got you all excited."

you shake your head, face warming. "t'awww, it's okay, baby. you can tell me. you like this, don't you?" he grinds against you again, grinning. his tone was teasing, almost like he was scolding you for it. "'s okay. 'm not mad, sweet thing. let me help you, yeah?"

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MULTI YANDERE 交易 ── `` bottom yandere. top reader. brief masochism. blowjob (receiving). fingering.

clingy!yandere who refuses to leave your side, no matter what. they’d be like a leech who can’t seem to detach themselves from you. their excuse is that going alone will be dangerous and they’re required to be there to ensure your safety. they don’t care where you go, shall it be hell or the weirdest place you could think of, they’ll follow you. (which may or may not include the bathroom.)

clingy!yandere who’s a masochist. if you snap by degrading them, they’ll have tears in their eyes and a problem within their pants. they’ll leave you alone, for now, hiding in the bathroom or in their room. just to take care of a problem. if you dare spank them, slap them, swat their hand away, goodluck. they won’t ever leave.

clingy!yandere who loves disturbing you while you work. especially when you’re supposed to attend a video meeting at home. they’ll tease you, bending over in front of you to pick up something that they ‘accidentally’ dropped, leaving lingering touches whenever they pass by you, and whatever idea that they come up with. they’ll visit you at work, going into your office to ‘talk about something’. they’ll be under your desk, sucking on your cock with teary eyes and an eager tongue. no one dares to question why they seem to slightly limp after they visit you.

clingy!yandere who can’t spend another millisecond not feeling your warmth against theirs, so they immediately come to you in their bloody clothes. if ever a coworker of yours that’s strangely touchy disappears, don’t fret, they got taken care of. they don’t care about how they reek of death, unless you do, and they’ll quickly change for you.

╰ the room was quiet. you were scrolling through social media on your phone, watching reels and liking your mutuals’ posts. a much needed moment of silence after coming home exhausted from your job, yet your arm was tired from keeping your fingers deep inside of your lover’s entrance, thrusting them in and out in a steady, slow rhythm. the lewd sound of your lover gagging on your cock was the only thing keeping the room from being completely quiet, as they struggled to take all of your length inside their mouth.

their trembling hand wrapped around it, stroking what they couldn’t fit. they pushed back against your fingers, wanting more. their whine was muffled, an indication that they needed your attention. the sheets were bloody as they’ve just returned from a kill, their clothes red from the blood of a stranger who got too close to you. they bobbed their head up and down, quickening their strokes just a bit to try and gain your attention.

it didn’t work, unfortunately. their needy hole clenched around your fingers as you grazed against their sweet spot and they moaned, a low and guttural sound. you feel the head of your cock hit their throat and they tried to relax, sweet cries spilling from their occupied mouth. your fingers curl, aiming for the spot that makes their thighs shake; and you did, as they abruptly came. hole gushing around you as their tongue laps at the veins of your cock. they knew they were in for a punishment.

kim “horangi” hong-jin. keegan p. russ. miguel o’hara. simon “ghost” riley. john “soap” mactavish. chamber. wade wilson. yoru. ♥︎ special mentions i don’t write for keigo ‘hawks’ tamaki. johnathon “the spot” ohnn. valeria garza. toya todoroki. jin “twice” bubaigawara.

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✦ . i write all readers BUT strictly top male and dom female. the character included is the one bottoming unless specified.

✦ . certain tropes and au’s are okay such as genderbend, hybrids, robots/cyborgs, omegaverse, mutual pining, threesomes, and legal age gaps.

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