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2kiran · 26 days

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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.

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2kiran · 14 days

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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.

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2kiran · 8 months

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Just saw the simon post, and i NEED the second version in which simon has a big belly bulge😘😘

cw m!reader has a huge dick. belly bulge. pt1.

“you okay, baby?” simon was heavily panting in your ear, his hands bunching up your shirt. it was obvious, he wasn’t quite ‘okay’. his pupils were blown wide in lust and his mask couldn’t hide the desperate expression on his face. simon’s hole fluttered around you in response, tears threatening to spill whilst his voice was husky, “don’t– don’t move.” he whimpered, experimentally grinding down on you as your cock hit all of the right spots within his being.

simon moaned softly, unable to contain his sounds as pleasure mixed with pain. he was so fucking lightheaded. he just took all of you in mere minutes ago and he felt so brainless already. “go on, take me already,” he huffed, still bratty even though you were balls deep inside of him. grabbing his hips, you carefully lifted him up before bringing him back down. “nngh, fuck!” he gasped, the thoughts that formed in his fucked out brain quickly dissipating. you repeated the action again, until he was unashamedly riding your cock.

“do...ah! do you like this? h-huh?” he asked, shakily, “like fuckin’ your superior officer? i should- i should tell the te- team, let ‘em know how- how badly you want me.” he stammered, eyes nearly rolling back, “gonna have you – hmfg...reported.” you knew he wouldn’t. he couldn’t. not when you were fucking him so heavenly, not when he could feel you in his throat. god, you wish you could snap a photo right now. eyes wandering over his muscular body and that’s when you saw it.

a fucking bulge in his belly.

interrupting his bounces, you place your hand over it. “you couldn’t do that even if you needed to,” you replied, self-assured. the corner of his mouth twitched, like he was going to retort, before his gaze followed yours. a soft groan leaving his lips as the flush on his face deepened, switching positions so that you had him on his back. “bloody hell...” he muttered, embarrassed more than ever. you pulled back until nearly nothing was in him, making him whine at the loss before you harshly snapped your hips to his. every movement forward had you bulging out of his belly, hovering your hand over it like you were in a trance. let’s see what he’ll look like with all of your cum inside of his greedy hole.

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2kiran · 8 months

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cw m!reader has a huge dick. pt2.

“it’s- it’s not going to fuckin’ fit!” simon spoke through gritted teeth, gloved hands planted on the wall as he struggles to take all of you in, “yes, it will,” you replied, kissing the back of his neck, “mmg! slow, slow the fuck – ah – down!” he hissed, walls spasming around your thick cock. simon moaned breathlessly, wincing as sweat began to build on his skin. you were taking it slow, thighs burning as you held back the urge to just fuck into him. you rubbed at his sides, grinding ever so slowly inside of him so that he can get used to the wide stretch. “fuck me,” he whispers, almost inaudible, “what?” he huffed in clear annoyance of your question when you knew what he wanted. “i said fuck me you little piece of– shit!” a guttural groan left him, cock jumping as he almost came right there. you thrusted into him, making him take you in deeper. you couldn’t take it anymore, hips retracting before slamming right into his sopping hole.

setting a brutal pace, every thrust made him twitch upwards. his knees were weakening with every movement, and he doesn’t think they’ll work after this. you latched onto a patch of exposed skin, sinking your teeth into the flesh to leave a mark. simon wailed, head ducking as he cried out, “ahngh, i’m– ‘m goin’ to die!” the word was dragged, eyes dazed as he couldn’t focus on anything else besides how he felt so full. it was too much, too too much, but he still wanted more and more and more.

the head of your cock grazed his prostate and his moan was so pornographic, straight out of a video. “i can’t, i can’t, i can’t take it!” he shook his head, but he pushed back against you, “you can, and you are. look at you,” you cooed, licking the fresh mark. “love, you’re destroyin’ m’fucking insides- ah, ah, agh!” you reached around him, tugging at his aching cock. he wailed, feeling tears forming on his waterline, “ehmmgnffh, i c-can’t, you’re too big!” he sniffled, trying to suppress a whimper. simon whined, chest heaving as his knees buckled. “i’m going to– oh fuck, loove,” he cried, cheeks rosy with embarrassment, “mngg! it’s too muuuch!” his grasp on reality was failing on him, as he came with a pathetic cry.

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2kiran · 2 months

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GOJO SATORU 香菸 who becomes so wet under your touch ── `` m reader. fingering.

“nnm—ngh,” satoru moans, “please...”

it’s unusual to find the strongest pinned against a wall, pussy gaping due to a fellow sorcerer. “tell me what you need.” he whines in response, it was so obvious. you know damn well what he needs. your middle finger was teasing his clit, fighting the urge to pinch. “you already know,”

“haamgh-!”

you slipped that finger inside only to immediately pull it out. “i don’t,” you spread his wetness across his folds, “i can’t read your mind, sweetheart. already so soaked when i didn’t even do anything.”

the mocking tone set in your voice makes him clench, gripping your forearm. he could easily overpower you, but the mere promise of your touch anywhere on him—especially on his awaiting cunt, gets him so flustered and eager.

“t–touch me,” he requests breathlessly, smug smile of his wiped off his face and replaced with a mouth that’s more than happy to let out dirty moans. “where?” he grabs your hand that trailed itself up to his stomach, dragging it back down to his hole.

he gulps, finding his voice, “here.”

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2kiran · 3 months

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❝ 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 ❞ ♱ JUJUTSU KAISEN.

⸝⸝ ᵕ̈ ིྀ ‹ 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐓. 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓 ! ⁺ ˖ pervert! jjk men.

✶ featuring. nanami kento. fushiguro toji. kamo choso.

␥ streaming. angels in tibet by amaarae.

✶ contains. top male reader. self indulgence. taller! reader. boxer stealing. pillow humping. stalking-ish. size kink. obsession. overstimulation. voice kink. dumbification. rough sex. marking.

NANAMI KENTO

let’s be honest. he’d be the most ‘normal one’.

he’s the man you’d least expect to sneak into your room the second you’re gone to inhale the scent of you—that’s coming right off your used boxers.

it’s gross, fucking disgusting, but KENTO can’t help it. fuck, you looked too cute in your sleep. dreaming of who-knows-what, but he knows that it’s far from innocent when he caught the sight of your cum.

god, KENTO sometimes really wishes that he could be the replacement to your underwear. the one you’d cum inside of—yeah, he’s fucked up and apparently it’s your fault.

he has memorized the sound of your footsteps. when he hears you coming (he wished you were), he immediately rushes out without a trace. taking your boxers with him.

but one day, you finally catch him. this time, KENTO won’t run. being away from you is something he can’t dream of.

“kento?” he’s got a hand on his cock and your favorite underwear to his nose. his eyes are wide and a blush is spread across his cheeks, he knows it’s wrong and just not him, yet he cums right when his name slips from your pretty lips.

if you decide to finally fuck him, he’s crumbling. fuck his brains out, his stress melting away the moment your tip breaches his hole. a few thrusts and he already can’t think anymore, only thing inside of his dumb, fucked out brain is the way you hit his prostate just right.

when KENTO cums, he cums hard. he finishes quite quickly, so go easy on him. he can definitely get overstimulated and don’t blame him for becoming a bit of a masochist.

FUSHIGURO TOJI

it’s the small gestures you offer him that drew TOJI to you.

you simply offered to carry one of the items he was carrying and he’s biting the inside of his cheek to weakly prevent his imagination from running wild.

he’s still got a sliver of shame. completely in denial even though there’s a bulge in his pants when you merely stand close to him.

your height makes him feel small. he’s tall himself, but he doesn’t complain when he has to cast his gaze upwards just to look into your eyes.

and he doesn’t complain as you finally bend him over this stupid desk.

“mm..ngggh—yes, oh shit, fuuuuck, b..baby,” he whines, head tuck under his elbow. the edge of the furniture is practically stabbing his stomach, but your cock is filling him up so well that he can barely register the pain digging into his skin. you’re hitting that spot, his eyes rolling back when you bite down on him.

TOJI almost laughs when you think you’ve been too rough. worrying about the marks you’ve left on his scarred body. you’re so cute.

he’s loud when you fuck him. letting you hear every moan as his sounds make you fully aware of how good he’s feeling. the fact that he managed to have your cock inside of him is shocking.

how you treat him as a human, not some machine. you seem like a giant compared to him and yet you’re kind. kinder than anyone he’s ever met and how do you expect that he doesn’t want you to fuck him?

you’re strong. you can obviously carry him against the wall as you bully your dick into him without much of a struggle.

“hey,” TOJI calls, his deep voice poking your dazed out state. “yeah..?” he turns to face you, looking at you dead in the eye. “wanna fuck me against a—” he tries, “no.”

please indulge in him. he might just lose his mind.

KAMO CHOSO

please be kind to him. or don’t. he’s jerking off to you either way.

it’s not his fault he’s obvious. you’re crazy; what do you mean he’s done nothing but stare at you for the past hour?

CHOSO’s so fucking whiny. you might want to tape his mouth shut. don’t ask him why he retreats after an interaction with you, and you better not ask him why his pillow is so wet.

he’s humping his pillow while trying to recreate your voice in his head. you sound so good, the small cracks as you speak to him then trying to cover it up just makes his dick twitch.

not-so proud whimperer. he’s obviously embarrassed. his cock against the plushness of the item can’t compare to your hand. it’s so soft, yet your finger teasing the shaft would be much better.

forgive him as he bashfully crowds you against the wall, begging for you to fuck him because he can’t take it anymore. his fingers can’t do the work for him and he sure ain’t hell using anything or anyone else.

“gaah—hmmf!” CHOSO gasps, hand grasping the mattress beneath him. “please.. harder, i want you haa—h..arder.” he’s pretty when he pleads for you to go harsher, rougher. his hole clenches around you, like it doesn’t want you to pull out.

don’t make fun of him as he’s completely out of it, slightly panicking because he thinks you got him pregnant.

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2kiran · 6 months

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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.

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“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

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2kiran · 7 months

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ftm!ghost and ftm!könig wouldn’t be as insecure as most of you think. continuation of this.

they’re confident. sure, they may have their moments, but they’re confident. that fact remains in the bedroom. they won’t be ashamed of how needy they can get, assured that you can take care of it. ghost would make you admit that only he can make you feel like this, absolute filth spilling from his mouth,

“easy now,” simon presses a kiss to your cheek, bringing himself back down on your cock, “i’m making you feel good, aren’t i?” an impatient huff escapes his nose when you don’t answer quickly enough. slowly, he snakes his hand from your shoulder to your hair, yanking it back. “answer me, love. no one else can satisfy this needy cock of yours like i can? no one else is tight ‘nough for you, huh?” he emphasizes his words when his cunt practically squeezes the life out of your dick.

könig’s words would be kinder, but his actions rougher.

the tip of your nose catches his clit, rewarded by a gasp from him. “oh, mein liebe,” his inner thighs tremble against your head as he humps your face, “my sweet boy— fuuck, right there...” a string of curses, mostly in german, departed from his throat. “just there... mhm, yes!” it was slightly uncomfortable with the way your jaw ached from how quick he was moving, but you pushed away the feeling when you felt him throb against your tongue. “doing so wonderful for me, ja? i’m so close, sweet thing.”

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2kiran · 6 months

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keegan with a mask kink meeting masked!reader. when he finds out that you’re so strong too? god, he's rubbing his thighs together that do nothing to ease the ache. you don't interact with him that much, rarely meeting his eyes and he thinks he's sick for getting off to the thought of having to beg for your attention.

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2kiran · 8 months

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*cough cough*

Hear me out....Male reader fisting Ghost.

note + cw THIS IS INSANE. m!reader x ftm / amab ghost. fisting.

simon is on your lap, his torso over your desk as you gradually push your fingers into the tight ring of muscle. “oh. oh, fuck,” he gasped, hands gripping the edge of the table. you already have three fingers inside, rocking them slightly just to hear him whine over the stretch. ask him if “everythin’ alright, baby?” and he’s already nodding, practically sucking your hand into his hole.

“m-more, more, please. i can- mmng, i can take it.”

you couldn’t deny him. your free hand caressed his hip, so gently adding in another finger. continuously opening him up. last night had him loose enough, wet enough, for you to slip the final digit inside. “still good?” he nodded so quickly in response, brain fuzzy from the sensation. “y-yeah, good. ‘m good. fuck m’—oh!” his words were interrupted by a loud, almost embarrassing, moan whilst you curled your fingers. honestly, you didn’t think that your hand would fit inside of him. he could barely take in your cock without a tear slipping from his eye, so how could you? his eagerness proved you wrong, though.

pulling them out slowly, just to harshly push them back inside. he was so stretched. thighs shaking around your wrist as you bruised his sweet spot with your fingertips, little whimpers leaving his pretty lips. his hole was fluttering around you — like he wasn’t going to let you leave. ever.

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2kiran · 8 months

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why don't i make a request?

bringing ghost to the edge over and over again only to ruin his orgasm for the night <3

bonus points if he falls asleep unfulfilled, can you imagine his dick all red and angry with no way of release?

j e r k ( simon “ghost” riley x you )

cw vocal simon. blowjob. dom gn!reader. orgasm denial.

“fuckin’ — mmgn! love, please.” simon groaned, hips trying to chase after your mouth.

he’s close to losing his fucking mind. he promises he’s been good, whining a string of “please, please! hmnn.. i’ve been s’good, love. please. just let me — fuck! just let me cum, c’mon. you’re being such a–” and you’ll interrupt his sentence every time. squeezing his cock as he practically cries.

his hands are at his sides obediently. though, the digits can’t help but tangle in your hair sometimes. pulling off his cock to tell him, “what did i tell you? keep ‘em beside you or i won’t fuck you.”

and he’ll moan a “yes! shit. ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry. keep suckin’ me off, love. i need it. need you - oh, mhm, like that.”

simon isn’t a talkative man. however, that fact changes whenever you’re bringing him to heaven and back.

he’s losing his voice. weak moans clawing themselves out of his throat, not long before a whimper follows. you keep taking it away from him. he’s so close. he feels it, and you know it. you keep doing that and he’ll —

“nnmmg! i’m g’nna cum. c’mon, do it like that. yeah, yeah.”

but you’re cruel. you won’t let him. he’ll whine and sob, body trembling because he can’t take it anymore. it leads to him passing out without cumming, pre dripping from his red, pretty tip.

it hurts, but it hurts so good.

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2kiran · 8 months

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Hiii! I dont know if your taking any request but feel free to ignore this. M!reader who is taller than ghost and wants to breed him all the time

a m a n o f a c t i o n s

simon riley who revels in the size difference.

he was tall. simon riley towers over most people, being the man that he is.

but then there’s you. the very person simon riley would get down on his knees for.

he’d never admit how much he enjoys looking up at you.

it’s not like simon riley would verbally tell you that.

simon riley is a man of actions. he’d rather display his affection for you without words.

that trait of his isn’t hard to notice, especially in bed.

it’d start with a simple pat on your shoulder. not too clingy, not too ignorant. then, there’ll be lingering touches. be it his hand on the small of your back, your waist, and if no one’s around, your thigh.

sure, it may seem simple. but it’s his eyes. simon riley begs for your attention with his pretty eyes.

staring at you in mesmerization almost predatorily when he thinks you don’t notice his heavy gaze on you.

simon riley’s gloved hand is on your shoulder as you explain your ideas to him. a deep hum of his occasionally slipping out. grip maybe a little tight as he tilts his head upwards, brain attempting not to think unholy thoughts.

and oh, the moment he finds out about your breeding kink, his system shuts.

simon riley is a man of actions. you want something from him? just tell him. he won’t hesitate to give you what you desire.

that includes allowing you to have your way with him. give simon riley the word, and he’s already bending over and hole ready to take in your cock.

he loves the way you manhandle him. he’s a goner when you adjust his position to your liking. even his stance, despite him not needing it. you only needed a discreet excuse to touch him.

he’s weak in the knees. the simon “ghost” riley is weak in the knees for you. quite literally, while he holds himself as you pound him to next week. shaky voice begging you to —

╰ “mm..ng, wait!” he squeaks out, whiny moans interrupting his words. he’s so tired already. you already fucked him this morning, the cum you left in his hole dripping down to your still hard cock. simon riley is tired, but he’s still crying for more and more.

simon riley isn’t the type of man to have a thing for breeding or size difference. but fuck, you’re making him question himself.

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2kiran · 8 months

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Perhaps-

Soap with a male reader who's getting pissed off because he can't get a good grip on his stupid little mohawk so he ends up grabbing his neck instead and fucking into him harder.

Your writing gives me life, big fan.

s e x t a p e ( john “soap” mactavish x you )

note + cw thank you, darling ♡ hair pulling. breath play. blowjob.

he was drooling. everywhere. on the pillows, the sheets, and on his face. incoherent babbles leaving his mouth, foreign words that you couldn’t even comprehend. not that you had to, both of you were too busy chasing that overwhelming high. “hnnnm... ungh!” he grunted, as your hand tried to grab his hair. fingers tugging, you just couldn’t settle the weight of your hand onto the strands. you frowned, trying again, which ended up being futile. he wouldn’t mind, right? head too blurry to think about anything else but your cock ruining his insides.

grabbing his neck, he was so pliant. the tip teased his entrance, a faint whine reaching your ears. he buried his face into the pillow, hips rocking back. “c’mon, johnny,” you cooed, “use your words.”

“please.”

it was all he could say. a small request; and you obliged. his back arching as you abused his sweet spot, every thrust eliciting a pleasured gasp. he looked so sweet like this. beneath you, all messy, and rid of any logical thought.

or

“shit, just like that,” you groaned, the palm of your hand on the back of his head as you guided his mouth over your cock. he wanted to speak, poorly tease you, but instead his tongue continued it’s glides over your shaft. you tried grasping the strands of his mohawk, yet it wouldn’t do.

his hands grabbed your knees as your own took hold of his neck, restricting air from his lungs further. he didn’t complain, surprisingly. he was more than willing. you feel him swallow around your cock, taking you in further down his throat. his mouth felt good, too good, and you used your hold on his neck to your advantage.

lewd, almost disgusting, sounds filled the room. the sight of him gagging on your cock — it was enough to make you cum on his tongue.

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2kiran · 8 months

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god I need switch!simon getting dommed for the first time by a switch!reader

like him being all confused, horny and frustrated because he doesn't wanna admit he loves it

i n f o r i t ( simon “ghost” riley x you )

cw switch!amab reader. switch!simon. handjob. orgasm denial.

simon didn’t anticipate on enjoying it that much.

hands digging into your shoulders and scratching at your back, sure to bruise. simon lifted himself up, then back down on your cock. his walls hugging around your length. he was so fucking pretty, all demanding too. he thought he had you.

he did, until you flipped him onto his back. body bent and ego torn. “mmh...love— fuck.” he whined, sweat meeting his skin. it happened so fast. you on top of him, pounding him into the stained mattress, making him feel so small — he couldn’t handle it.

“ah! ‘m gonna...” at that, your thrusts slowed into almost nothing.

“wh..mmh...why did you stop?” he panted, brows knitted together in building frustration. a whine fell from his parted lips, waiting so so impatiently. he was there. right there. but you had to just take all of it away.

“not yet. hold it in f’me, yeah?”

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2kiran · 8 months

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“ 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.

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?

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2kiran · 9 months

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YOU BELONG TO ME — ⌜ simon “ghost” riley x you. sub simon. dom gn reader. sex toy ( ball gag ). handjob. breath play. bondage. edging. ⌟

house of balloons / glass table girls the weeknd

simon who can’t take ‘no’ for an answer. always thinking that he’ll automatically receive what he wants because of his rank, but no.

simon who has you on his beck and call. he thought of you as his... assistant. a soldier who he could order around, without any consequence. he doesn’t know how wrong he was.

simon who has a gag shoved into his pretty little mouth, tears running down his cheeks. eyes droopy from the near overstimulation, hips trying to buck against your grasp.

simon who shamefully sobs into the ball, head dizzying because of the pressure of your gloved fingers on his neck that you, so kindly, rewarded him. his saliva trailed out of the corner of his mouth as his lips accommodated with the size of the gag.

simon whose wrists are of faint red, painfully rubbing against the ropes that bounded him. he can’t complain, though, even if he wanted to. his very own souvenir that he didn’t need to ask for.

simon whose whines and whimpers are muffled, a futile attempt to quiet the pathetic sounds that left him. he let out a cry as you squeezed the base of his cock, halting his climax, again.

your thumb swipes against simon’s slit. he couldn’t take it anymore, struggling even harder. he managed to spit it out, voice hoarse and whiny.

“please, please, please – hnggg! thank you, thank you,”

simon who mutters out his gratitude in a string of breathy ‘thank you’s as you finally allow him to reach his high. and faintly, you swear you hear him whisper,

“i belong to you.”

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