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minheeskitten · 4 months
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What I write!
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I write Drabbles, Headcanons, MTLs, Reactions and Fics!
Fics are posted to Ao3. And are for member/member only!
You can ask for cross group ships!
Every member asked for must be one i stan.
If a member is a minor i will not do anything but sfw content for them. And i prefer not to write for 05 yet. They need a year to grow up a bit. Though after 05 i may not write for anyone younger. It depends on how i feel when they're old enough.
I reserve the right to say no to anything i do not want to write!
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Groups Allowed!
Cravity!
Kingdom! Including Chiwoo!
Ateez!
Drippin!
Mirae!
X1!
Victon!
Onewe!
Oneus!
The Boyz!
Omega X!
Enhypen!
EXO! (No Chen)
Treasure! (Ot12!)
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Soloists Allowed!
Ravn!
Woodz!
Lucas!
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I reserve the right to alter this list as i see fit!
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rosewriteroyal · 6 months
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How do you think the kingdom members would react to their partner bratting? 🤔
Sigh......damn you 🔞
Content warning: mentions of CNC
Dann
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He would bend you over his knee and spank you until you ass was red. He would use his hand or belt to do so. He's a hard dom when you're bratty. He lives for your tears. He will than take you to the bed, tie you hands to the bedpost and use what ever toys he wants on you, not caring if your crying out in pain, when this man is angry, he's angry. He would than pound into you until you are shaking.
Arthur
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Arthur is softer than dann but still rough, he would use the colour system with you, asking aer you rex, orange or green, he'd also use a safe word, but at last we are talking brattyness. He make you count the spanks he gives you, soothing after every slaps, he'd also put a remote controlled vibrator in your pussy which he can control from the chair in the corner of the room, he knows it's your fav punishment. He would than pound you and make you beg for his come.
Mujin
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Mujin isn't to harsh when your bratty, since he's know for controlling his anger well, he tends to only play with you'd Clit until your so built up, you squirt all over him, he would also finger you until you can't feel anything anymore. He would also be one to use the colour system and safe word but irs all most never used in punishment as he softer than most.
Louis
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Oh this man. The way he thrusts his hips during Gento, yes that's how he thrust into you. He also like Dann doesn't care if your begging him to slow down or crying, he's punishing you for your behaviour, you better know this man is going to pound you until your shaking. He alsonwill finger the fuck out of you while rubbing your clit, he loves to get covered in your squirt, he will than make you choke on his cock and make you Swallow his come.
Ivan
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You know how he grabs Jahan in the Zombie game....yes, yes that's how he'll have you pin down on the bed. I think we all forget his duaity is unmatched. He would mainly use toys, he'd also dress you up like a bunny girl and make you into his own personal sex doll, you've been a brat, so your punishment is to be used by him. He's use vibrators, fuck machines etc and than he'd cover you in come, while saying he's going to breed you like the bad little bunny you are.
Hwon
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This man is too soft to you, to the point its not really a punishment. He would just let you be as bratty as you want cause he's scared that he'd hurt you (A/N: I LOVE THIS MAN). He'd fuck you at your own pace.
Jahan
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Before you'll think this man is like Hwon, your are wrong. Now he isn't as hard dom as Louis or Dann or as Soft as Hwon. He would still pin you down and fuck you until your can't breath but he'll also go at your own pace, he would also cover your in come and make you Swallow his cock until you choked but he'd also make sure your alright after that.
Chiwoo
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Another member who's too soft to punish you, where he isn't to shy to pin you down but he will be gentle and make sure your not hurt, he's much like hwon when it comes to brattyness, just a little bit more confident.
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seokka0o · 6 months
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┈┈┈ ֺ ࣭ ℭ𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔲𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 ࣭ ֺ ┈┈┈
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ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴋɪɴᴋ
Ko Mujin 🎃 Afab!Reader
Warning: smut; corruption kink; handjob; unprotected sex; Virgin!Mujin; Breeding; sub!idol
English is not my first language, so there may be some grammar errors
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"It's okay, I'll take care of you" your hand slid over Mujin's rosy face, leaving a gentle touch on the soft skin and then raised it so he could look at you. Mujin was like that, adorable from head to toe, a dedicated and kind boyfriend, and in the best of situations his lack of experience was something to be admired. He wasn't the type to be in a lot of relationships, since he was young he had in mind that he wanted to save himself for the right person, and there he was, nervous, with his hard dick unable to keep it inside the silk pajamas he was wearing, shaking with the touch of your hand across his face.
You placed a delicate kiss on his lips and smiled, receiving another smile in return, a little shaky, awkward, Mujin felt the cold run down his spine when you reached your hand into his pants, rubbing your fingers over his stiff member and Mujin moaned, feeling his face burn in embarrassment. as you are lying together, he lays his head on your shoulder to hide. You smile, unable to help but find it adorable and then finally step into his boxers, feeling his texture, holding the member steady so you can start masturbating it, feeling the body tremble close to yours, moving his hips subtly due to the novelty of feeling the hand that is not his touching his dick
"Shh let's go slow" you whispered close to Mujin and then continued what you were doing, your fingers smeared with pre-cum made you wonder how long he had been hard to feel so neglected or taken by the fear of saying he was a virgin he put himself in that trap that in the end resulted in nothing but a lot of accumulated horny.
Subtly, mujin's full lips make a simple caress on the skin of your neck, delicate kisses, awkward, shy, he tried to maintain himself once you asked for it so his hips were firmly in place, despite his mouth always releasing the most dirty sounds towards your neck.
"F-feels good" he whispered
"Yeah? You like that?" Mujin nodded, contorting his body as your thumb sneakily passed over the head of his dick, "do you want to feel me mujin?"
He nodded once again.
"Then ask, I want to hear you" you signaled, stopping masturbating and then subtly moving away and the look in his eyes, still noticing the top of his cheeks still pink.
"C-Can I feel you? Please…" mujin asked awkwardly, feeling his legs trembling from the effort and the pain from the feeling of neglect he still felt. You smiled at him and nodded, leaving a delicate kiss on his lips
"take off your clothes" You indicated taking your hand out of his pants, removing any and all weight from you while he undressed, you followed and started to take off your clothes, leaving him in awe for mere seconds as he watched you ride him with the greatest ease of the world.
"F-Fuck" Nothing had happened yet, Mujin's anticipation made his dick tingle and tilt, and you, finding it really funny, scraped the base with your fingers and rubbed the tip of his dick all over your pussy, making him arch things with a subtle moan, soon, mujin was closing his eyes in pure despair. You gasped and then inserted mujin into your entrance, slowly sliding into him so that he felt every inch being consumed by your insides.
Mujin closes his eyes to contain himself, he feels like he could end up cumming at any moment so he's content with not doing too much. Which was obviously not your goal, thus bringing mujin's uncoordinated hands to travel across your body.
"Touch me too, I want to feel you, Mujin" you whispered briefly, starting to move slowly, finally being able to hear his continuous and high-pitched moans, his fingers awkwardly roaming your hips, your waist, sneaking up as if they already knew where did they want to stop after all, he was still a man with desires, most of which involved your breasts and his silent request to suck them, so you gladly complied, leaning your body towards him to feel the tip of his tongue pass by for your erect nipple and then start sucking and nibbling, causing you to contract around him and moan slyly, keeping the frequency so he doesn't lose too much attention to what he's doing. "I didn't know you had that kind of intention Mujin"
His still flushed face lifted to look at you, a pout on his lips as his thumb rubbed circles around your nipple.
"S-sorry" he pleaded moving his body senselessly to try and reach deeper inside you, without much success.
"Do you want it faster?" You asked resting your hands on his chest for support.
"Yes, please" mujin untangles himself from your chest and then returns his hands to your hips. You supported yourself on your legs and began to ride, noticing how controlled he was as he hadn't reached his limit yet, even though in a way he seemed to lose himself, moaning incessantly, sly, needy, Mujin was vibrating with the sensation from your insides, from your walls trying hard to keep him until the end, the twinges, the way you started to moan his name so desperately, creating small droplets on the side of his eyes, showing the deepest pleasure. He didn't need to warn you, his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling desperately were enough, mujin cursing under his breath, sometimes calling your name, and then finally filling you with his cum.
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chanis-banani · 1 year
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☆ smut
♡ fluff
♥︎ somewhere in between
•.°○•☆.•♡•.☆•○°.•
A.C.E
☆ - dominant headcanons
☆ - Byeongkwan: so good for me (±2.1k words)
E'LAST
☆ - friends with benefits headcanons
♡ - Rano: Surprise? (±1.3k words)
KINGDOM
♡ - Arthur/Mujin/Jahan: boyfriend headcanons
♡ - Mujin: king of cherry blossoms (±600 words)
P1Harmony
♡ - Keeho: comforting headcanons
♥︎ - Theo: Can I rub your belly? (±1k words)
♡ - Jiung: hiking together (±700 words)
☆ - Jiung: Pretty Please (±3k words)
♡ - Intak: stargazing (±300 words)
SF9
☆ - submissive headcanons
♥︎ - making out with them (headcanons)
THE BOYZ
☆ - Juyeon: To your Avalon (±3.2k words)
VICTON
☆ - submissive headcanons
♥︎ - making out with them (±600 words each)
♡ - Seungsik: first night together (±1.2k words)
☆ - Seungsik: first night together pt.2 (±1.7k words)
♡ - Seungwoo: Reply - part 1 (±3.4k words)
☆ - Seungwoo: The Dock of the Bay (±3k words)
((not my fic!! it's written by a friend))
WOODZ
☆ - dirt on my leather (±3.7k words)
♥︎ - you can't stop me, sucker (±1k words)
☆ - mirror mirror, above the bed (±5k words)
♡ - Lullaby (±2.9k words)
•.°○•☆.•♡•.☆•○°.•
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King Dann is feeling anxious the night before going to war
(Royalty Dann x gender neutral reader, insinuations of smut but nothing in detail, mentions of a war and death)
The king's finger traced over your cheek, down to your chin and over your plush lips. He was taking a mental image of your face, making sure he wouldn't forget it even in his final moments... he was going to war after all.
The furs of your shared bed laid bunched at your waist, bare back and smooth skin being on full display for him. Oh you drove Seungbo mad, like a crazed animal for you. Insatiable even though he had you a few hours prior.
He sat with his back against the headboard and watched as the glow of the fire locked shapes over your skin. You looked so peaceful as you slept, so undisturbed. This was the most beautiful image of you for him to keep in his memory.
"My love, you need to get some rest." Your voice made him refocus his gaze on your face. You gently pushed yourself up, wrapped your arms around his waist and holding yourself to him. "How can I get rest when you're lying next to me like that... so perfect." He mumbled, tucking his face into your neck and inhaling your scent.
You knew that wasn't the thing plaguing his mind, you knew he was thinking about the coming day. The day he would ride off with his army to fight a war he didn't want to begin with. Seungbo didn't want to show it to you, just how scared he was but you knew him better than that.
"What if I don't come back to you?" His voice was low, the playfulness having left his tone as he pulled away to look at your face. You sighed, it was a shared fear. You found yourself thinking about it more and more as the time drew closer. "A king with a whole country to worry about, yet you're concerned about me." You laughed, trying to reassure him. He didn't need to know the fear that was in your mind, that was for you to carry.
Seungbo's eyes trained on yours, hands coming to cup your cheeks. He knew what you were doing, you were hiding it to make sure he stayed strong.
"You'll come back to me. I know you will. I feel it." You weren't lying, it was a gut feeling. He would come back to you, you were entirely sure of it. Your fingers traced over his face, mimicking his earlier actions. Seungbo couldn't help but lean into the touch, kissing the palm of your hand before leaning forward and capturing your lips into a feverish kiss.
"My love, you need to rest." You smiled against his lips, mentioning this once more simply to jest. You had no intention of stopping him, knowing full and well that this could be the last time he held you this close. His lips trailed over your jaw, down to your neck where marks from a few hours prior were starting to form. "I can rest later, I can love you now." He whispered against your skin, sending goosebumps over your whole body.
He could be gone for months, years, a whole entire lifetime or eternity. Seungbo was going to have his final night with you, rest could come when he returned.
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A/N: Have this blurb I wrote a little while ago that has been sitting in my drafts. I wasn't sure if I should post this but I feel like it's actually okay.
A little life update as well, I haven't been posting because the last 3 months of my life have been just quite possibly the worst months I could have and they aren't over. So I'm just doing my best and am writing when I feel the urge too.
Let know what you think of this little blurb!
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kyungjuner · 7 months
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making out w dom!dann but its all v messy and there's sm drool and ur both desperate and needy and
ANON DELETE THIS WHAT AB MY MENTAL HEALTH.
making out with dann oh. oh.
fully convinced dann is the meanest in kingdom all the shit he puts up with he takes out on you at night 😞 the second he walks through the door after a day with kdm he comes home and before you can even greet him he corners you into a wall and looks down at you with such lust in his eyes… connecting your lips like it was destiny </3 he would hold you by the waist so close, he just wants to be close to you and shove his tongue down ur throat!! when he pulls away to take a breath you find yourself chasing after his lips, he laughs a bit but gives you want you want because after all, you’re his.
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night-air-kingme-net · 7 months
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Clear My Mind by KarmaCumOver
Was posted on Ao3
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Hi all! I'm adding two more groups to the list i will write for! Welcome Victon and Kingdom to the list! Please feel free to send in asks at any time, don't be shy i don't bite! I just take forever to write them haha! I love both these groups and wanted to add them for a lil bit now. Please come talk with me Kingmaker and Alice!!!
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luvit · 4 months
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can u please do a little blurb of Simon/ghosts reaction to younger!girlfriend!reader! When he takes their virginity and they are so tight he can barely fit. And maybe if ur feeling up to it make reader cum ON JUST THE TIP like he’s literally not even in. Also…….maybe reader’s a squirter…
(female!reader, mdni 18+)
THE SCREAM I SCRUMPTTTTTT EUUUARGHHHHH. this honestly created a new wrinkle in my brain. thank you. i kiss you on cheek 😗 (fem!reader)
simon who knows how big he is, s'the first thing he said when you first brought up sex. a gentle warning that he's going to be a lot to handle. but he's sweet on you, lets you bring up when you want to talk about sex. when you want to have it. but just because he lets you lead that topic doesn't mean he hasn't been thinking about it. dreaming about it. craving it.
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the way you look up at him with such sweet, innocent eyes has simon's heart aching. you poor thing, don't know what you're in for. but he keeps your mind off of it with the way he continues to kiss up and down your body.
you've totally entrusted yourself to simon. he thinks it's dangerous with the way you've opened yourself up so willingly for him. because although he's a trained soldier who has endured some of the worst. the biggest challenge yet as to be refraining from ravaging you with when he hones in on the damp spot on your panties.
it's the only guard you have against him right now. otherwise stripped bare for his hands to touch and his lips to press into. he starts mapping out your body so it can be prepared to fully claim it as his. wants so badly to be your first and your last. knows he can make it so, because he plans on wrecking you tonight.
"simon, when are you going to-" he cuts off your sweet voice by kissing your breast, nipping at it playfully and smirking when you whine. he pulls back to stroke your hair back and look you in the eyes with a teasing grin.
"going to wha'?" it makes you blush to even think of trying to get out the words properly. it'd already been enough to work up the courage to tell him that you were ready tonight. made you blush even harder by the way he bared his teeth in a feral grin when you said so.
"to... to f-"
"fuck you?" he interjects. "no, no, baby. not going to fuck you silly. not tonight. can't handle that yet, no matter how badly i want this pussy t'be mine." he grins down at you and softly cups your cheek. "i gotta introduce myself to her first, get her used to me and give her a proper welcome."
"her?" you ask timidly and he shuffles again between your thighs so that his boxers press up against your clothed pussy. makes you look at the size of him between your legs, and then at the size of his bulge.
"your pussy, baby. my pussy." he hums and strokes your thighs lovingly. he enjoys that little panicked look in your eyes, because he knows it's not because you want to back out. he can sense you're still okay with this. he just wants to coax you out a little bit, help you gain more confidence in this setting. because it would be further than the truth to say that he isn't so sexually attracted to you right now.
"how are you going to do that, simon?" you ask and hold your legs back for him. oh, so obedient. didn't need to ask. he awards you with a squeeze on your thigh and a pat to the knee.
"can i take these off, princess?" he asks while holding his hands at your hips. they're resting just above your underwear so he's not actually touching them, just barely above the hem of them. when you nod, he gives you a reassuring smile and slowly slips it off of you. he lets out a breath when he sees your pretty pussy underneath him, spread open from the position your legs are in since he's already so wide and you have to accommodate. "such a pretty pussy. can i touch?"
"yes, please." you look at him with hands by your chin, brought up since you weren't sure what to do with yourself. simon can't help but hum at the way you're so good for him, so polite. your breath hitches when you feel his fingers prod at your pussy lips, spreading them out even more.
he takes a gentle finger to slowly feel at your slit. there's enough of a sticky mess down there from all the kissing and licking he did at your neck and nipples. the way he was whispering promises of how good he was going to treat you and your "princess cunt" made you excited to experience what he wanted to give you.
"gonna put a finger in, yeah?" he confirms with you. you nod again and then he gives your hip a squeeze. "need you to use your words, baby. gotta make sure you tell me yes or no."
"please put a finger in me, simon," you beg him. he has no choice but to oblige. and then he's slowly pushing in a digit, his fingers already thicker than what you might expect and the stretch is a lot. your walls squeeze tightly down on the foreign feeling and he gently shushes you with a thumb to rub at your clit.
"i gotcha. need to prep you good if y'wanna take my cock. y'wanna take my cock, baby?" he asks while gently massaging your walls. it feels a little weird at first but the way he circles your clit is too good. you squeeze down on his finger again and he curses in his head. oh, how tight you were. just a wonder of how you'd feel wrapped around him. but he knew patience. he could wait just a little longer.
"i do. i want to feel your cock, simon. please make me cum," you watch him as he kisses your tummy. he tells you that he promises to. tells you that he was sure he was put on this earth to please you, to make you cum so good around him. he adds another finger when he feels that you're ready, and then another after that one. he has you stretched on three fingers with him rubbing little circles on your clit to help ease the pressure from him.
but when you're close, he stops the slow thrusting of his fingers and takes his thumb off. doesn't miss the way your thighs twitch and how you whimper when he pulls his fingers out. "hush, love. you'll get to cum soon enough. don't want you coming from anything but my cock first, though."
with that, he settles with his hips between your thighs again and slowly thrusts his cock against your folds. you feel for the first time just how thick he is, how far he spreads your pussy lips already as he smooths out a path between them. and you watch how far his tip goes up your tummy when he thrusts forward all the way.
"simon," you nervously call out, gripping onto his wrist. he's quick to pause and cups your face again.
"talk to me, love."
the concern in his eyes that lets you know no matter how bad he wants it, that he's willing to drop everything for you tonight if you tell him to stop. it has you making up your mind, trying to squish down the nervous butterflies in your tummy.
"go gentle, okay?"
he smiles, eyes crinkling as he gives you a nod. brings your hand up so he can kiss it and then intertwines his fingers with yours. "always."
he checks to make sure you're still good by playing with your pussy a little more, continuing to rub against you and ensure that your clit is getting the attention it needs. when he asks if it's okay to put it in, you tell him yes. but as he begins to push in, your body locks up and your hand squeezes so tightly on his.
"simon!" you yelp out as your back arches off the bed. he stops immediately, tip barely pushing past your entrance.
"shit, s'fucking tight. thought i stretched you out enough, princess," he says while locking his eyes with the way his cock splits you open at just the barest intrusion. he can see your cream slathering the tip of his dick. "wan' me to stop?"
you take in a deep breath and collect yourself. you're brave enough to try. you want it that badly. "n-no."
"don't think i can keep going without hurting you, baby." he prods his dick at your slit again and thinks of what to do. doesn't think you really want to be fingered again, not when you got this far. he doesn't want to squash your confidence either so he opts for the next best thing. "how 'bout just the tip?"
"just the tip?" you huff out. you look down and see the dripping head of his dick, hiding the full length of his meaty cock at the angle you're looking at. you look back at simon and nod. "okay."
"s'my good girl." he praises you and slowly pushes the tip in again. he bites in a loud groan at the way you squeeze down on him. what a tiny pussy. he feels the head pop in and huffs out a breath, watching to see the way you're reacting. your face is scrunched up in discomfort but you take deep breaths to work through it. deciding to help you, he starts working your clit again. "atta girl. look at you. tip's in this tight fuckin' pussy."
you look down and see that yes, his tip did go into your hole. can feel it too, how it stretches you so widely. you whimper at him when you realize that, unconsciously clenching down around his tip as you focus on the feeling of it. he hisses and grips your hip a little tighter. "move, please, simon?"
and he takes your words as if it were a holy order. allows himself shallow thrusts as he watches his tip pop in and out of your wet pussy. he pants as he watches it and feels the way you squeeze on him so nicely.
"hear tha', sweet girl?" he asks. you focus your ears onto what he might be talking about. and then you moan because you can hear the wet sounds of your pussy every time his cockhead slaps against your slit and stirs your juices around your pussy lips. "mm, s'right. s'all you. pussy so tight, so messy. and it's all mine."
he pinches your clit and it makes your legs squeeze around his hips now. the sensation of him stretching you out with just the tip and how it barely enters you combined with him rolling your clit between his fingers is too much. your eyes roll back and you moan, enjoying the way he plays with your pussy. although it's only the tip, his cock is so long and wide that it feels like it hits you so deep.
every time he pulls the tip back, he can see the messy strings of your juices still connecting him to your pussy. drives him absolutely mad.
"c'mon, baby. feel you clampin' down on me. you gonna cum?" he grunts out as his shallow thrusting becomes faster. you silently praise him for having the self control he does to not go any deeper. but you don't realize that he's become so addicted to just his tip dipping in and out of you. loves the way your pussy engulfs his tip and makes him so slippery.
"mhm," you hum as you look at him with lovesick eyes. "i... i think i'm going to cum." you aren't sure, never having cum around anything before. was it supposed to feel like this? you pant and squeal when he starts abusing your clit, swiping it back and forth. goes between squeezing on it and swiping the underside of your clit with his thumb and using his three fingers to move it back and forth.
and then you're cut off as you gush around him. you cum so much and shut your eyes as he continues to rapidly thrust in and out while you cum. takes a second for you both to realize that your juices has spurted all over your thighs and simon's stomach. he slows himself down as he takes his dick out and starts slapping the head on your clit, making you squirt even more.
you wiggle your hips to try to run from the sensation, but he keeps going and gives himself a couple more shallow thrusts into your pussy before finally pulling out and cumming all over your stomach. you catch your breath as simon slowly pumps his cock.
"i came a lot," you comment as you look at the mess that's slathered over his hips and probably darkening the sheets below you. he hums and looks at you questioningly.
"you ever cum before?" you shake your head no and he has to clear his throat so he can focus on hiding the way his eyes darkened at that. "you didn't just cum, love. you squirted."
your face turns red and you sink back into the pillows behind you. you let out a sheepish, "oh." and simon can't help but chuckle. he shifts his hips and his cock bounces up, letting you know that he's still hard.
"s'alright, love. i liked it a lot. you got another one in you? want to try to make you squirt again like tha'."
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kingdoms-babygirl · 7 months
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pedge-page · 3 months
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Mother Who Provides
Joel Miller x F!Reader
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Summary: based off this lovely ask for sub Joel wanting to breastfeed and get jerked off, and hella Mommy kink!
Warnings: Sub!Joel, Mommy kink, breastfeeding, lactation, praise, love biting, assisted m masturbation, male orgasm, cum eating, little belly stuffing because this bitch just loves his Mommy's milk sm
18 + ONLY
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The first time Joel watched you breastfeed your newborn baby had him feeling all kinds of—different inside. You weren’t totally aware of it at first, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Every time you got up to go feed the little one, he was always within the same room, or meandering in the hall pretending to carry the laundry, or just finding an excuse to sit across from you and watch. 
He thought it was just an awe—here’s the woman of his dreams who just single handedly grew a whole human being in her belly, then pushed it out all by herself after 13 hours of labor, and now is nurturing his child from her own body. You were like a miracle who just kept giving. 
His cock getting hard was just the excitement of how amazing women were. That’s it.
But you had started to notice other things that were strange in his behavior. One time you had gotten up at 3am to feed the baby, Joel still asleep by your side. When you had finished and crawled back in to bed, reaching out for the warm security of his body, he wasn’t there. You groggily waddled down to the kitchen to find your husband chugging a gallon of whole milk like a fish out of water. His eyes fell upon you,  the way you yawned, dressed in a dissheveled night gown and asked if he’s ok, unaware that you were rubbing your sore breasts in your palm. He wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve, predatory eyes wide as he stares at your chest, ready to pounce on you like a wolf.
You knew pretty well right then what his little “problem” was. 
From then on, you intentionally were seeking him out in tighter shirts so he could see your bouncing swollen breasts more clearly, leaning over in front of him more often, or just straight up asking if he could give you a tits massage. Complaining about how “sore” they felt, or not wanting your milk to go to waste since the baby couldn’t drink it all even after having an entire freezer full. 
You feint a sigh. “Maybe I should donate it…”
“NO!” He shouts a little louder than he intended. “I mean… uh.” He coughs, unable to think of a reasonable excuse.
“Yeah? Who else is going to drink it, Joel?” You taunt. Joel was a tough man, but admitting things that he wanted was difficult to force out of him.
“I—I mean we—we could—“ he shook his head and went to sit on the couch. “Sorry, I mean. That’s a great idea. You should do that. Be nice for other moms.”
Joel wrings his hands together and looks away, clearing his throat.
You stride over to him and straddle his hips, his pupils going big with shock. You sit up on your knees with him caged under you, your breasts level with his nose as you rub your fingers through his brown curly hair. “Is that what you want?”
You can see the way his eyes are trained forward, looking at the swollen nipples poking through your tank top. He swallows heavily and licks his lips, hands resting on your waist, fighting the urge to bite.
“No…” he whispers softly.
“No? Is there someone else who should get Mommy’s milk?” You tease.
He closes his eyes, a low growl rumbling in his throat. 
“Speak, baby boy.”
“M-Me,” he says, head tilted up to you as he nuzzles the scruff of his cheek into your chest. You cup his head to firmly press his face harder, his nose gliding along the cleavage as he inhales your scent sharply. His hands creep up along your sides before grasping the droopy fat of the underside of your breasts, making you gasp.
You don’t even need to sit down on him fully to feel the tent poking your clit as you hover over him. He squeezes your tits roughly before wrapping his teeth around a nipple and tugging gently, releasing it with a satisfying bounce back in to place. The result was a slight damp spot around the peak where a drip of your milk seeped out. 
And Joel Miller fucking whimpers for the first time in his life.
You hum in delight. “Can you ask Mommy nicely?”
He doesn’t hesitate: “Please, can I have Mommy’s milk?”
Holy fuck, you’re a sucker for your man.
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Now a half hour later, Joel is still greedily suckling at your tit as if being starved his whole life. You’re sitting on the couch  while cradling Joel’s head in your lap, having him lying down on his back in the perfect position for the milk in your breasts to just flow right into his hungry mouth.
His eyes are closed, jaw working open as his lips suction tightly, gulping your sweetness. You stroke the greying hairs on his cheek, feeling the way he hums contently vibrate against your skin.
He feels safe like this, in such a vulnerable position. The idea of protecting you, being on guard, defensive, all of that stress melts away while being swaddled by you. He can let go of worry, of anxiety, taking deep breaths and feeding soothingly under the gently, nurturing embrace of his beautiful, life-giving wife.
You had palmed his hard-on the entire time, not releasing it quite yet until you were satisfied with how full his tummy had grown. You could even hear the little sloshes of bubbles in his stomach as it filled with new nutrients. He’d let out a tiny whimper, milk caught in his throat when you’d squeeze around his base possessively before returning to your palming. His precum smears along his thigh and shorts. 
“You’re so hungry, baby,” you coo, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “This whole time you just wanted a taste of Mama’s milk, hmm?”
He nods absentmindedly, refusing to let go of your golden titty. 
Unsatisfied with his response, you grip his hair and yank his head down, his lips detaching and falling away from your breast. He lets out a needy whine and stares at you. “Y-yes Mommy. Wanted your milk. Please can I have some more?”
You giggle and nod. His tongue darks out to lick the little drips that had trickles down before attaching back to your nipple and suckling happily.
You pull his throbbing length out though the hole in his boxers. “Gimme a little spit,” you command softly.
Joel sits his head up, cheeks full of milk. You put your hand out in front of his lips as he release the creamy substance into your palm. Your newly silkened hand finds its way back to wrap around his base before stroking him. 
“Ohhhhh f-fuck Mommy!” he groans, eyes closed and leaning back against your thigh. But the sensation was too good, hips bucking up that he had to force his chin back up to continue watching. Your fingers expertly curled around his mushroom tip with each pass, the assistance of the milk acting as a lubricant. He licked his upper lick, his leg twitching with how hot it felt. You lean forward a bit and push your tit closer to his lips again. His eyes dart to you, tongue sticking out to capture your nipple again before resuming his impatient guzzling.
“Naughty, boy, getting all hard when drinking from Mommy’s tit.” You swirl his slit with the tip of your nail, his steady flow of precut oozing out and mixing with the milk. You feel his throat flex with each stutter, his mind reeling in and out of sanity, fists balled at his sides to avoid taking control. Joel’s lips were a sin everywhere else on your body, and this moment was no different. They were full, pouty, and his lower lip juts out enough to be able to easily catch your nipple and hold on with each insatiable gulp.
“Maybe I should bottle it up and let you bring it to work with you. Can share your special bottle with the other boys,” you laugh.
Joel growls angrily, browns crunched as he bites your nipple possessive. 
You hiss out in pain, fisting his curls once again. “Ow! Bite me again and you’re done,” you warn. His face relaxes, eyes staring up at you with sorrow as you resume your pace pumping his shaft.
“Ah-m srorry—Momm-ee,” he mumbles against the fat of your breasts, soothing over his bite mark with his warm wet tongue. 
You sigh deeply. The weight on your chest is almost fully lifted now that Joel has swallowed so much of the milk that had built up.
Your baby was just so little right now, there was only so much he could fill in his tiny body, leaving you aching, heavy, and swollen all day and night. But your full grown 5’11 200 pound hunk of a husband? He could drink for HOURS and drain you completely so that fresh milk can replenish your system just for your baby. 
“Maybe we should make your feeding a regular thing too. Would you like that?” You hum. You increase the speed of your hand, now jerking his cock violently.
“Ahh—ah! Ye-oh fuck, fuck Mommy—yes, yes I want it!”
“Yeah? You wanna be full of Momma’s milk all the time? Bet you wanna cum too. Taking such good care of me, I think you deserve a reward.”
He swallows another big load before his panting forces him away, creamy liquid spilling over his cheeks. “Ah—ugh-ugh oh fuck, fuck yeah! Wanna cum, wanna cum on Mommy’s hand, please! Please, keep tuggin’ my dick just like that, Fuck! FUCK yes Mommy!”
His mouth falls open, breath caught in his throat as you feel his hips raising off the couch slightly. You take the opportunity to lean forward and shove as much of your tits in his mouth as you can, suffocating him. His eyes roll back as the first of his cum spews up into the air, followed up big spurts rapidly shooting as you violently work his cock.
“Shhhh, that’s it, that’s my good boy, keep cumming all over Mommy’s hand, such a good boy. Don’t forget keep drinking your special milk. Mommy made it just for you.” You bite your lip at the idea of motherhood just falling so easily over you.
His whole body shutters, moaning and sucking around your breasts, unsure what to do with himself as he keeps cumming in your hand. His dick pulses the last of his spent, dribbling globs of sticky, thick semen all over your fingers and his full stomach. He quivers from the overstimulation, suppressing a burp. 
You remove your hand, caressing the heft of his bulging stomach just as he takes a deep breath through his nose, calming his breathing. He opens his eyes to see you licking the glorious mess of his cum off of your palm, each finger dipping in to your sinful mouth and sucking his spend clean. 
“Fuuucckkkk, that’s hot. Eatin my cream when I drink yours.” His eyes are positively drunk off of you. He babbles quickly: “Wanna keep ya milkin’ every year. Kids or not. These tits are mine. Keep me stuffed full of ya sweet cream, Momma. Never need to buy dairy again. Just drink it straight from the tap.”
You grab his hands down by his side and bring them up to your tits, guiding him to rub your sore breasts gently. “Gotta work them up to get more in you.”
Joel doesn’t argue, taking over the movement and squeezing your breast like icing bag, bringing your nipple back down to his lips as he milks more of your love into his mouth.
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minheeskitten · 3 months
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On a related Note to my previous ask... Who would have Basic Sex ed in Kingdom and who would have extended Sex ed? Who would use that knowledge to their Advantage?
Hmmm. I think i may habe an idea for this haha.
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Sex education from most advanced to least advanced.
Most
Ivan
Mujin
Dann
Louis
Hwon
Jahan
Chiwoo
Arthur
Least
Ivan has the most because he is the most openly kinky. You can't convince me otherwise he's admitted to a choking kink. He would use this to his advantage. Oh my gods he would use it against you. He knows where everything is.
Next is mujin because he got bored and slightly horny one day and just learned as much as he could about what he likes dislikes and how to do them safely. So of course he'd roughly know where the most sensitive areas are. And use that knowledge.
Dann because he's the oldest, he probably knows a bit. Not too terribly much but he knows a lot more than the average person. Helpful in bed ;) especially when he's trying something he wants you to enjoy
Louis. Seems to know more than he probably should. But its okay. Whatever he lacks (patience), he more than makes up for in enthusiasm to use his knowledge on you.
Hwon. I feel he'd know most of it. Definitely more than average but not by much. He's sweet about it all, and eager to please, but he's not certain how to apply what he knows. Guide his hand for him please.
Jahan would know a bit less than hwon, he's a bit more focused on other things. He might not know that he can apply what he knows, but once you tell him he may try.
Chiwoo, i love this boy. He knows like nothing more than bare minimum. Doesn't know where any of the spots are, just knows what you've said you prefer. If he knew anything he'd use that knowledge.
Arthur. You expect him to know anything? He's too busy getting pegged out of his mind. He can't do shit, after all, he lets you take the lead. He loves being controlled. But he knows so little, because he doesn't remember much after his mind gets so hazy.
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st4rymoon · 24 days
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Can u please make a Steven smut where the reader is obsessed with pink and Marc gets her light pink lingerie but she thinks it’s from Steven and she puts on a show for him
This <3
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐞 • Fem Reader x Marc Spector (ft. Steven <3)
- 18+, reader is obsessed with pink <3, riding!, jealousy, Marc fronts half way through the deed :3, soft dom Steven, mean dom Marc, unprotected sex!, reader wears lingerie, language, pet names, fingering!, teasing
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Even when Marc was angry with you, he couldn’t help but buy you a few gifts while he was away doing Khonshus dirty work.
He picked out some pretty lace sets, all different shades of pink and fully aware that you loved anything pink. Once you’d moved in, there was always a hint of pink in every direction of his flat.
Steven didn’t mind it, he loved it but Marc and Jake weren’t the biggest fans of pink blankets and pillows littering their dull apartment. Sometimes Marc would even notice the pink fluff from your plushies on his jackets and shirts.
He would never admit it but he couldn’t help but smile whenever he noticed it.
Steven had called you the night before, letting you know your boys are back from their monthly work trips.
Marc had left the bag full of lace panties and lingerie sitting on his bed with pink tissue paper fluffing up the bag. He couldn’t wait to see you light up at the kind gesture he planned.
You stepped into an empty apartment, no sight of anyone but Gus swimming around in his tank. A buzz from your phone caught your attention “sorry love Donna is making me close tonight. I’ll be out in 30”your phone read.
Disappointed at the message you sighed but sent a reassuring text telling Steven not to worry. You’d just make yourself at home.
You tried to ignore the pink bag sitting pretty on the bed the second you walked in but as always, you were curious at what it could be.
For my favorite girl was written in pink ink on a small piece of paper, a string keeping it in place as it hung around one of the bags arms.
You smiled at the small message and slowly pulled the stuffing from bag. You squealed at the sight of delicate light pink lace sets of lingerie and sets of under garments.
There was no hesitation as you kicked off your clothes and picked out your favorite piece. You went for the soft pink set that came with a bra, panties, and matching garter belt.
The panties are embroidered with a white trim, the garter belt having two pretty pink bows on both your upper thighs and the bra having identical details making it all satisfyingly match. You looked like the perfect present for your boys.
You smiled at your reflection noticing how good it all fit. Steven really did know your size you thought.
You waited for Steven as you set the mood. Lighting a few candles and playing one of Jake’s more sensual records did a lot for the little flat.
Hearing the doorknob turn made you perk up, your body now facing the door as you posed yourself in the sexist position possible.
“I’m sorry love I really am, Donna and her bloody rules” Steven hissed as he burst inside. “It’s ok, you’ll make it up” you cooed.
Steven gasped, his shoulder bag slipping off onto the ground as he stood with his mouth wide open “bloody hell love” he huffed as he stumbled across the living room and made his way to you.
You giggled as you jumped onto the bed, playfully running from Steven as he pulled at your legs. He ignored Marc’s curses and insults as Steven savored the sight of your thick thighs being hugged by the thin elastic strand of cloth.
Steven I bought it ALL for her you little shit. Don’t you dare take the fucking credit!
The words flew through Steven’s ears “missed you so much darling” he whined as you pulled him in for a kiss, the words swallowed down by your lips as you kissed him hungrily.
Both of you moaned into each other as Steven’s arms laid beside your head, holding himself up steady as you wrapped your legs around him. “Show me how much you missed me then” you cooed.
Steven you asshole!
Marc’s voice echoed in Steven’s head as Marc tried his best to ask nicely. He didn’t want to take over the body but he didn’t appreciate Steven getting all the credit. The gifts were just one of the many apologies Marc had planned out but here Steven was indulging himself.
Steven this is the last time I ask nicely.
You squirmed as Steven’s hands ran up your thighs, his soft touch making you moan as he buried himself in your neck. His tongue lapped and sucked at your skin all the while his hips rocked onto your clothed body.
“N- No!”
You noticed as Marc took over, the once soft grip now rough as his hands held your thighs like letting go was the last thing he wanted to do.
“I bought you these, I wanna see ‘em” he hissed as he pushed out Steven’s pleads and curses. “Do you really think Steven’s the only one who can do something nice for you?”
You moaned as Marc’s hand snaked from under your spine and up to your hair. “Answer me” he hissed as he tugged a fist full of your hair back “No” you gasped “I- I just thought you hated pink. I’d think you’d buy me something red” you now confidently spoke.
“Wrong” he hummed “well I’m sorry, I just thought stev-“ you were cut short as Marc tugged your panties to the side and without a word he pushed two thick fingers into your tight cunt.
You mewled as he hummed with a cocky smile on his face. Marc payed attention to the sound of your needy whines growing louder with each of his thrusts.
Without a second thought he pulled out his fingers. You cried in agony as he ignored you “please Marc I’m sorry” you whined in hopes of getting him back between your legs.
“I know, I know you are bunny” he hummed “jus’ be patient. Just be patient.”
You spread your legs wide as you watched him begin to unbuckle his belt, his hand expertly moving his buckle to the side and in one quick tug he yanked the thick leather from around his waist.
Seeing Marc so impatient and irritated at the fact that someone else was taking credit for his actions was something you never knew you needed.
The way his ruffled hair bounced with his rushed movements as he kicked his jeans off was mesmerizing. Your eyes dumbly stared at his v-line as he tossed another layer of clothing.
“You want somethin’ honey?” He chuckled, his hand nudging your thighs apart as he leaned in and pressed a kiss against your plump lips. The sloppy kiss makes the both of you moan as your tongues intertwine and lap at each other.
Marc’s calloused hand plants itself softly around your neck as his hips grind into your sticky cunt. You could feel your slick begin to pool in the thin lace as he spread your legs wider.
“Marc” you moaned, your breath unsteady as his hands ran up your thighs and played with the thin straps of your garter belt. All he let out was a hum as his eyes dragged down your body and locked between your thighs.
A loud gasp slipped from your lips as two of his calloused fingers pulled the soft fabric of your panties to the side, two fingers instantly pushing into your tight cunt. “Marccc” his name rolled off your tongue in a purr, your hand wrapping onto his wrist as he watched you go dumb.
“This all it takes? Tsk”
Marc pulled away without a warning “Look at all this mess” he sighed as he held his fingers up to his face, his thick digits now covered in your sticky slick “open” he mouthed.
Without hesitation you did as told and tasted yourself “don’t swallow” he smiled. You nodded with his fingers still in your mouth as your tongue swirling around his digits.
Marc groaned as he yanked his fingers out and held you by the sides of your jaw to keep your mouth open so he could get a taste for himself.
“I think I want you above me sweetheart, that pathetic little look on your face will look even better from above” Marc hummed.
He loved how obedient you always are with him because in no time you were pushing him onto the pillows and straddling his thighs.
You managed to tug his boxers down to his knees by the time he got comfortable “I bet you were all worked up when Steve-“ Marc cut you off before you could even finish your sentence.
“Of course I’d be upset, I wanted to be the one greeted in this pretty outfit. I bought it for you and me for a reason so I won’t let Steven or Jake get a chance” he cockily smiled.
You nodded with an amused expression “oh yeah?”
“Yeah” Marc hissed.
“Torturing the both of them just to see me in this?” You pout “it’s so unfair” you cooed as you settled above his tip “I know it is, I’m selfish” he groaned with his eyes trained on your cunt.
“Very selfish” you cooed as you sunk down his length. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he settled deep inside you, his fat tip nudging deep as you sat onto his thighs.
Marc’s eyes rolled back into his skull as he felt your tight walls squeeze him with a vice grip “f- oh-“ he gasped as your hips began to move.
You watched as his jaw tightened with every heavy thrust of his hips.
You bloody asshole! I was the first here
She wanted me first
Marc blocked out Steven’s curses and pleads as he watched your tight cunt stretch around his fat length. You were already gushing slick as Marc buried his face into the crook of your neck.
He chuckled at the lewd sounds your pussy with his hands planted on your waist. He pressed a messy kiss onto your neck before taking a better look of the mess you were making.
“Shit” Marc cursed as he took in how soaked you were “miss me this much bunny? Look at how fucking easy it is to make you all wet and sticky” he chuckled.
He smiled at the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your tight cunt “using your cum as a lube huh? What’s got you so sensitive” he teased. You ignored his words as you expertly swayed your hips and rode him for all he’s got.
You mewled as each word coming out of Marc’s mouth was followed by a heavy thrust. You clawed and scratched at his shoulders as he spread your legs wide, pinning them open to each side with his thighs for better leeway.
You couldn’t resist the high pitched moan that spilled from your lips as Marc mumbling to himself. Heavy-eyed and a passionate look in his eyes as he went on and on about how good your pussy is, how much he missed being in you, and how smart it was of him to buy you these pretty little outfits.
Look so fuckin’ pretty sweetheart. Taking it like a champ huh? My sweet little plaything takin’ me so well.
You couldn’t get a word out as Marc fucked you dumb with a heavy hand on your throat “Mmm- Ma- Marccc” you mewled, nails dragging down his arms as you try and get a hold of him.
Marc hummed and gave you his hand to squeeze knowing you always craved some extra comfort. Steven watched through the mirror with a large frown on his face as he watched you cum around Marc’s cock, your eyes rolled back in ecstasy as Marc glared at Steven with cocky smile.
“Who’s making you feel this good honey? Say it” Marc taunted “Marc Ma- ohh fuckk” you hiccuped “say it louder” he cooed.
Steven’s couldn’t watch. He was beyond furious as the pretty cries of Marc’s name you let out echoed through the room.
“Could Steven fuck you this good?”
Marc was cruel knowing you had no damn clue what you were saying, so cock drunk you didn’t even realize what you were getting yourself into.
“No no only you Marc fu-“
Steven scoffed. He’d just have to remind you how much better he is at fucking you.
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seokka0o · 10 months
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Ko Mujin X afab!reader ; somnophilia; unprotected sex; fingering; pet names; softdom!mujin(?); mujin it's a sleep-drunk mf; cockwarming
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I've had this in my head for a few days now, I haven't had much time or opportunity to say it, but after I entered the Kingdom fandom I just fell deeper, so today I'm going to share a thought I had when I saw this photo that Mujin casually posted on weverse. But the topic of sex when out of the ordinary is something that appeals to me, he made it clear in mind that he's the sleep-drunk type, and so I got into that thought. You are sleeping, together, holding each other, mujin in the deepest sleep when he wakes up suddenly to the smell of your shampoo, he could just go back to sleep after that, but no, he is spellbound, the hand that was around your waist has since stopped. inside your clothes almost instantly, he desperately wants to feel you, his face swollen and pink, he sinks into your hair, your heavy sleep is something that drives him crazy, because even with him now playing with your pussy you make no mention of it waking up, just meowing awkwardly in your dreams. Him pressing his slowly waking cock between your ass, paying a visit, mujin wants to fuck you but wants you to wake up to it so he just plays with your pussy until you wake up and call out to him. "Hi kitty" he's happy you finally figured out what was going on there, now he had fingers inside you, simulating thrusts by forcing his cock against your ass and moving his fingers inside you so carefully, he's being gentle though from drunk to sleep he still maintains his composure, while you, little by little becoming a perfect mess.
His other arm wanders around until it fits under your neck, with his free hand he runs a few fingers over your lips and then forces you to suck on them, "take all sweet" You're confused, whimpering, but giving your all to drag the tongue along the entire length of the mujin's fingers and casually suck, making a mess of saliva. When he finally thinks you're ready he just gets out of that zone, to help you get your clothes off and then fuck you so lazily, hugging your body against his, biting your shoulder to contain his own moans and then dancing inside you , fit all the volume, poke and then move the hips in a zone of sensations, under the covers take the bodies to pure heat, for fun, for pleasure, the smell of your shampoo only makes him more in need of you, now he's moaning aimlessly, without saying a single coherent word, you feeling everything inside you clench and make you roll your eyes with the sensation, you wanted to look at mujin right now, but you barely had the strength to keep your eyes wide open, he's just having fun, he brought your orgasms without even realizing it, he was so entertained, he just continued to fuck you, wander his hand inside your clothes and squeeze your breasts like a hungry man, play with your sensitive nipples and then end up cumming inside you, without warning, just in the middle of the mess of unsynchronized movements, singing in your ear in a deep voice and then filling you with his liquid, for everything, just go back to sleep, still in that dirty way, but comfortable enough, to not a single drop came out.
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chanis-banani · 1 year
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Hi, you can call me Beedee 🦟⚡ ~
About me: she/her, 22, libra, enfp-a, uni student
My ults: Cho Seungyoun (/WOODZ) & Han Seungwoo
This is a sideblog so I interact from my sfw main: @snoos-tattoos
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I don't take requests right now, but you'll see me write for:
WOODZ, VICTON, P1Harmony, A.C.E, SF9, KINGDOM, The Boyz
Obviously I will NOT be writing about minors and if you are a minor, I'm kindly asking you to leave this blog.
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currently working on:
Seungwoo - Reply part 2 (fluff)
♡ ♡ ♡ Also check out this Seungwoo smut my friend wrote: The Dock of the Bay
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valeskafics · 2 months
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"Confession" - Modern Priest!Osferth x Nun!Reader
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Summary: Father Osferth feels tempted by you, a beautiful young nun.
Word Count: 1,700
Rating: 18+, Minors DNI
TW: slight dubcon not really tho, afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, stalking, perving, darkish!osferth, religion kink, hierophilia, priest kink, corruption kink, oral f receiving, tiddy succin, overstim, p in v sex, unprotected sex
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the The Last Kingdom characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷
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The youngest priest to have ever led his flock, Father Osferth is a man of God. He has never once wavered in his faith. He went straight to seminary school and never looked back. He had no regrets about committing himself to a life of celibacy in service of the Holy Father.
That is, until you came into his life.
You, the sweet young nun, with the kindest smile that he’s ever seen on another person. You, with your curves that are still so evident despite the humble clothing you wear, your body driving his mind wild with lustful, sinful thoughts. You are always so sweet to him, greeting him so cheerfully, always willing to help him with anything. He wonders if you’d be willing to help him lessen the ache of his cock straining against the fabric of his trousers. He leans against the wall, watching as you lean over and set out the hymn books, mind consumed with thoughts of bending you over one of the pews and taking you then and there. But, somehow, with whatever little self restraint is left in him, he holds back.
It is Sunday morning, just before the day’s service when you approach him, greeting him as you always do, “Good morning, Father Osferth.”
He hates the way his cock twitches when you call him ‘Father’. It awakens something so depraved, so lustful inside of him that he feels ashamed of his thoughts. He nods, greeting you in return, a stirring in his body as you beam up at him and tell him that everything is ready for the worshipers to arrive. Osferth watches as you walk away, hips swaying back and forth with an effortless grace that has him entirely transfixed. The entire service, he keeps looking over to you as he preaches to his flock on the value of chastity. He’s a hypocrite. A complete hypocrite, with how his mouth waters at the mere sight of you.
Osferth must resist. You have been placed in front of him as a test by the Lord. To prove the depths of his devotion to his faith. He knows this. You have the face of an angel, but you are no doubt here to bring about his ruin. All this becomes fairly evident when you come to give confession. You assume that he will not recognize your voice, but of course he does. Osferth has committed every little thing about you to his memory.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been two weeks since my last confession.”
The heat rises in his body as he swallows thickly, managing to reply, if only barely, gazing at you through the latticed screen, “Confess your sins, my child.”
He hears the slight tremble in your voice, the shame as you admit, “I have had lustful thoughts for a man of the cloth.”
You have to be talking about him. You must be. What other man of the cloth do you have such frequent contact with? It’s almost enough for him to break down the screen and grab you by the waist, taking you right then and there in the confessional booth. But, instead, he manages to control himself and allow you to continue to speak. He wants to hear more. No, he needs to hear more.
“I know it’s wrong,” you admit, your voice full of shame as you fiddle with your fingers, “But I can’t help it. I have done my best to resist. To stop myself from feeling like this. But it grows more and more difficult with each passing day.”
Osferth resists the urge to tell you that it has been much the same for him. That every day, he teeters on the precipice of throwing away everything he has ever worked for just to feel your lips against his, only once. Only for a moment.
“I have tried to pray these thoughts away, but they persist,” you say, your voice wavering, “Night and day I dream of him. And I know I shouldn’t.”
His knuckles grow white as he clenches his fists, nails digging into his palms. He knows you need his guidance, his advice. But how can he give it? How can he give it when as you speak, his cock grows harder and harder, and he palms at it over the fabric of his trousers, imagining his hand as your own.
“I have touched myself to the thought of him,” you confess, your voice barely above a whisper, “I am sworn to celibacy. And it’s wrong, but all I can think of is him. His lips, his hands, his voice. Oh, Father, please help me…”
His mind reels with images of your delicate fingers moving between your thighs, face twisted in ecstasy as his name falls from your lips. Osferth’s stomach tightens as you plead, asking him what you must do. He finally clears his throat and manages to speak, voice rough and low with barely concealed desire.
“Have no fear, my child. We have all struggled with desires of the flesh. All that matters is your effort to resist the temptation to sin,” he takes a shaky breath before continuing, thoughts of his body intertwined with yours overtaking him, “What you must do is pray for forgiveness, for guidance. And know that our Lord forgives all who truly seek redemption in his name.”
You nod, thanking him for his guidance, and walk out of the confessional. The minute the door closes behind you, Osferth quickly moves to undo his pants, tugging furiously at his cock, feeling no shame for the noises that leave his mouth and echo throughout the now empty church.
Desperate moans of your name.
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Osferth never noticed it before today, but there is a tiny hole in the wall between your rooms at the church. It is as if God himself wants him to gaze upon you in your natural state, as you stand in front of your mirror, wearing only your headdress and a thin nightgown, your soft, supple body on display for him as you apply lotion to your arms and neck, humming a hymn to yourself. He’s spellbound, hypnotized by the very sight of you, his greedy eyes devouring your every movement. You remove your habit, shaking out your now loose locks with your fingers, yawning softly. Every movement you make seems as if it is explicitly chosen to tempt him, a siren calling to a sailor at sea, luring him to his demise.
You climb into your bed, closing your eyes and murmuring to yourself, barely loud enough for him to hear, “Oh, Lord, please don’t let him fill my dreams tonight. Give me one night of peace.”
There’s no point in resisting you now. He enters your room, footsteps nearly silent as he opens the door, the idea of you dreaming of him driving him to desperation. You sit up, startled and vulnerable, grabbing the crucifix on your nightstand. But when you see that it’s him, you let out a sigh of relief. But you should not be relieved. Not when he has anything but noble intentions for you.
“Father Osferth,” you greet quietly, pulling your blanket up to cover yourself, “Is something the matter?”
He can’t speak, his tongue so heavy in his mouth, so overwhelmed by your beauty as he moves to sit beside you on your bed. So modest and sweet in how you cover yourself, your eyes wide and innocent as he leans in close to you, pulling your blanket away from your body, revealing you to him once more.
“Father?” You ask, confused.
“I can’t do this anymore,” he replies softly, hand moving to cup your face, replying when you as him what he means, “Fight you. I can’t. Not anymore.”
Osferth’s voice is low and husky, his breath hot against your skin as he runs his nose along your neck, deeply inhaling your scent. His other hand moves to your back, pressing you flush up against him, your soft breasts against the hard planes of his chest. His lips find yours, swallowing them in a heated, passionate kiss. He moves to pin you down to the bed, hands moving along the curves of your body, his cock grinding against your barely clothed cunt.
“I thought we were meant to resist, Father,” you manage to eke out between kisses, his lips now moving to your breasts, tugging your nightgown off your body as he wraps his lips around one of your nipples.
Osferth ignores your words, kissing down farther and farther until he reaches the apex between your thighs. He all but rips your panties from your body, burying his tongue deep inside you making you cry out, your hands flying to his hair as he stares up at you. He laps at your folds greedily, holding you in place, feeling the way you try to squirm away from the intensity of the pleasure he’s giving you. But he will not let you get away. Not from him, not ever. He continues his ministrations, rubbing at your sensitive, swollen pearl with his thumb, smirking to himself as you cry out his name, spilling yourself on his tongue. But he does not stop, he continues, drunk on the taste of you, eyes wild and desperate as he nuzzles his nose against your clit, fucking you with his tongue, large, calloused hands squeezing at your thighs as he devours you.
When he’s finally had his fill, he feels your eyes on him as he tugs at his priest’s collar undoing his pants just enough to free his cock, slowly pushing inside you. You’re so tight around him that he wonders if he’ll even fit, the way you whine and whimper, your body writhing against his as he pushes inside you, inch by inch, until he’s bottomed out. Your breasts bounce with each snap of his hips, his palms moving to grope at them, watching the way you cry out his name, your eyes rolling back as he pounds into you over and over.
He is Father Osferth no more.
No, he is a man consumed by his lust, by his love.
He only worships you now.
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