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sluttywoozi · 9 months

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Step By Step | jww x reader

Rating: M | WC: ~1.3k

Finally, you and Wonwoo are married. Now if only you knew anything about what's waiting for you in his Royal Quarters.

Notes: royalty!au, unspecified time period it's in the past that's all i can say, wine and food mention, suggestive, talking about sex before sex, breeding kink

You look over at your new husband, your new Prince, and feel your heart flood with love and exhilaration. You’re not used to being able to look at Wonwoo, or be near him, or feel his warmth at your side and breath in his soothing, clean scent. But now and, well, forever, you can.

In the year leading up to this wedding feast, you’ve exchanged countless letters. They contained all sorts of communication: inside jokes, embarrassing stories, the details of the day to day, and, of course, expressions of love and sometimes even lust. It was a long twelve months but you’re grateful you were able to get to know your betrothed, as many aren’t afforded that opportunity prior to being wed.

Perhaps you don’t recognize a lot of his mannerisms or know what the smile he’s sending you now means, but you do know a good amount about him. You know he can’t see without his glasses. You know he sneaks out of the castle nearly every night to feed the stray cats that populate the grounds. You know he loves to read and can’t get enough of just about any kind of game you can bring to mind.

You know he’s a kind, soft soul, and that the first thing he did when you were matched was find out your favorite things so he could become familiar with them. You know he had his quarters redone to suit your tastes, and that he had your most beloved flowers planted in the garden right outside, and that he hosted your cook for a week so his could learn all of the recipes that bring you comfort.

And you know that he loves you.

He signed every letter with ‘Yours, Wonwoo,’ and wrote things like, “My heart aches with an emptiness only your presence can fill,” and even plainly relayed his feelings for you when you asked him if this was love.

You’re lucky, to be sure, to have such a man as Wonwoo for your husband.

You’re also becoming increasingly impatient. The feast has been dragging on forever, it seems, and you aren’t certain how much longer you can take the secret smile on your husband’s handsome face. You wish you knew what he was thinking but his mind remains unclear to you, as does the look in his eyes.

It’s a relief when Wonwoo stands and declares the celebrations finished for the night, taking your hand in his and bowing in sync to your retreating guests as the hall slowly empties. He doesn’t let go, immediately turning to the side and all but racing from the room with you nearly running to keep up.

Your heart pounds as he pulls you down the winding halls of his castle, the route unfamiliar and confusing to you though you wonder if that has something to do with the thoughts beginning to cloud your mind.

You know where you’re going, and what you’ll be doing when you get there, and you can’t claim to be indifferent to the idea. The night of your covenant is something that’s been occupying your mind since you saw Wonwoo for the first time at your betrothal party, and each step brings you closer to discovering what exactly he has in store for you.

Your mother had told you a bit of what to expect, but not with any sort of detail or true instruction beyond, “Lay back and let him do the work.” You’re not the sort to lay back and let a man do anything, not even your husband, and you hope he’ll be amenable to that.

You’ll find out soon enough as you near what can only be his quarters, the doors too broad and ornate to lead to much else. He pushes up his specs with a shaky hand before nodding to the guards on either side and turning to grin shyly at you while the doors are pulled open.

You can’t contain the gasp that escapes as you take in his room for the first time, the expansive space filled with natural light and your favorite colors. There’s a roaring fire in the hearth and the walls are lined with bookcases, the tomes looking much worse for wear than one would expect from a prince, though for your prince, they make perfect sense.

The bed makes you stop in your tracks, the sheer magnitude of it overwhelming to the eye, and you watch Wonwoo’s cheeks pink as you bend down to run your hand over the silky looking covers.

“Will you tell me what we’ll do? Step by step?” You ask, sitting gingerly on the edge and looking up at him. He gapes at you for a moment, opening and closing his mouth as if he’s not sure how to respond, before he takes a seat next to you and rests your entwined hands on your thigh.

“First, we’ll undress and lay down together. I want you to be comfortable with me, with all of this, so until you’re relaxed, we can just kiss, and get accustomed to being close to each other. When you’re ready, I’ll touch you-”

“Where?” Your eyes are caught on his lips, the way they form around letters and syllables is so very distracting to you though you somehow manage to hear every single word that leaves them.

He sucks in a deep breath before speaking, seemingly steeling himself to respond, “Between your thighs. Have you ever touched yourself there before?”

“Once,” you whisper, “The night that we met.”

“Did you think about me?”

“Yes. Do you ever…?”

“Only the night that we met and every night since.”

His voice sounds hushed, like if he speaks too loud he’ll disturb the bubble you’ve found yourselves in. You can’t deny the effect it has on you, the unfamiliar heat you felt that night rushing into you once again. His words certainly don’t help, the idea of him touching himself to the thought of you even more intoxicating than the wine you shared at dinner.

“I’ll touch you there, until you’re wet and ready for me, and then I’ll be able to push inside of you. I’ll go slowly so you don’t feel any pain, and if you ever want to stop, all you have to do is tell me.”

You can’t even imagine what it will be like to be joined with him so intimately, but you already want it, want him, more than words can say.

“This will be my first time as well, and I’ll do my best to make sure you reach your peak before I do. I’ve done a lot of reading, and there were… diagrams… and I think I’ll be able to do it,” he vows, his ears red and his eyes avoiding yours.

“Peak?”

“Yes, there’s a, um, height of pleasure that we can both experience, though yours presents differently than mine. When I release, it will take root inside of you, and that’s how we’ll make our heir.”

Our heir.

The words send a zip of lightning down your spine, the idea of him leaving part of himself in you tantalizing and the thought of that part growing into a human that’s both you and Wonwoo even more so. You’re starting to feel an emptiness you don’t recognize, a burning between your thighs that you fear can only be quelled by Wonwoo, and suddenly the feeling of his hand in yours isn’t enough.

You want to feel more of him, feel him touch you, feel him inside of you, just like he said.

“When can we begin?”

“Whenever you’d like, my love.”

“Now?”

“Now.”

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lovelykhaleesiii · 8 months

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Can I put this in as a request? 🤭

omg omg omg I imagined this too!!! how hot would it be fucking him on the way to his coronation in that little ass carriage + that bumpy road ughh. the thots I had during that scene, UNHOLY!

Merciless or Ruthless?

PAIRING: Aegon ii Targaryen x Wife!fem!Reader

WORDS: 2,019.

WARNINGS: degradation kink, name-calling, praise kink, breeding/pregnancy kink, brief mentions of implied pregnancy, mentions of p in v sexual intercourse, slight exhibitionism, swearing.

A/N - I may have gotten slightly carried away with this. but he deserves it <3 hope you enjoy lovely x

The inevitability of death could be a comforting notion of peace to some, and yet marks a heavy burden of loss, sorrow and responsibility on others. King Viserys, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhonyar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, or more commonly dotted as Viserys the Peaceful, had passed peacefully in his sleep.

His death was one that many held their breaths anticipating in the final previous months, considering the haste deterioration of the king's ill health. Nonetheless, during these months of anticipation, whispers of preparation had begun to churn behind the back of the sickly King, plans to anoint his eldest son, your dearly beloved husband, Aegon the Second of His Name, as King of the Realm.

Regardless of such talks, Aegon remained blissfully oblivious to it all. Relishing in the banquets and spoils of royalty, he remained keen and satisfied as Prince, and from time to time, expressed the notion of respecting his elder half-sister, Rhaenyra, as the rightful Queen.

It was only with you, that Aegon openly delved deeper into his reluctance of being adorned as King, expressing a distaste for the role and the heavy burden.

"I have no wish to rule...Only to wine, dine and fuck you senseless and raw, till you are practically dripping of me."

As his faithful and devoted wife, you ultimately respected and supported his well wishes. No desire to dissuade him further, despite the conniving tactics employed by his mother and grandsire, who often urged you to encourage him to seek and accept the duty of the Crown. You denied their efforts, remaining stagnant to Aegon's choice.

That was until Viserys' death began to ignite a ripple of chaos...

"A-Aeg... You've been distant all morning. Talk to me, my love."

You had awoken beside Aegon that morning, although he was not the same... His last few pending hours as Prince, before his looming coronation, was he to be anointed as King. Having quarrelled tirelessly against his grandsire, mother and liege council, he was outnumbered and ultimately defeated... More so, it was after his discrete one on one talk with Ser Criston, that seemed to shove Aegon into accepting his fate, without even so uttering a rebuttal.

"I am not fit to rule, Y/N... Everyone knows it, I know it. This is going to be a disaster, and Nyra, I-"

He pauses as his breath hitches in his throat, gulping as he composes himself, his lilac eyes swell, glistening in the streaks of sunlight, yet no tears fallen: his lounged body swayed in motion to the rocking carriage.

"-I know what is expected of me, but I doubt myself."

"Aeg- It is just nerves, my dear. We'll take it step by step, day by day, I promise-"

Reaching out, your arm stretches over as you lean towards your Targaryen husband. Your gentle hand firmly holding his, as your thumb caresses his pale skin. The colour in his face has faded, except for the dark circles embedded beneath his lower lash line. Despite your encouraging words, and half-hearted smile, you earned a simple shrug and huff, as Aegon continued to longingly look onwards towards the bustling crowds gathering and trodding towards the Hill of Rhaenys.

"Please Aeg- Is there anything I can do in my power, my love? I cannot bear to see you in such a miserable state for longer."

Silence remained still for a few sparing seconds, before Aegon's tiresome eyes sparked with a familiar yearn. Flickering from your seated position towards your entwined hands, taking a deep breath before he dared to speak.

"Do me the honour, of fucking me one last time as a Prince. Do it for me, as a gift to your King."

You could not deny, nor did your body try to hide it, you were taken aback in shock by his demand.

"Right now? Here? Aeg- Can this not wait for after the coronation, mayhaps back in bed-"

"Please, Y/N... Unorthodox I know, but when have we not been? It would really help to calm my nerves, baby. If I could just feel you, let me be with you. You always know how to make me feel better."

Exhaling a defeated sigh, you lean back, pulling aside a curtain shading a small window through the carriage, and see there is still much a way ahead, along with all the disrupting foot traffic.

Carefully standing up as you felt your stance unsteady attempting to pull up the rich, silk layers of your custom gown up. The cobbled road beneath the wheeled carriage strewed with potholes and uneven surfaces, made it near impossible to stand still. Immediately your hand instinctively reaches, latching and gripping onto Aegon's sturdy shoulder, as he remains comfortably seated. His arm reaches over to you, supporting your waist, as your other hand grips onto his forearm, as you nestle yourself atop his wide lap, as he slightly readjusts himself.

"Is this what you wanted, hmm? Want your pretty, little wife's cunt on your cock to make you feel better? You are worse than the whores out there-" You head tilts gesturing towards the Street of Silk in passing by, often where your young husband would venture during his bachelor days. Your fingers begin to find their way to his tussled, short hair, pulling at his platinum strands. Although he was dressed and prepped dutifully this morning, it still looked somewhat unkempt. You pursue his soft lips, eager as you delve in for a kiss, Aegon succumbing to it, trying desperately to hold for as long as possible, before you break apart, both of you breathless.

His familiar taste tinged with the essence of wine lingering, etched on your lips as you savour it, your focus remaining solely on one another. Each of your hands remain gripped to his shoulders, your body weight atop of Aegon's kept him steady during the rocky ride, as you swayed in motion. The haste, harsh turns made you grind against your husband's clothed lap: sensing a brewing, hungry twitch growing more blatant beneath your bare, throbbing cunt.

"I can feel you stirring, handsome... Such a needy Prince today, aren't you? Gods help me, when you are crowned King. I shall be at your beckon call day and night," You breathlessly utter closely into the elder Prince's ear. Aegon's rough hands firmly clutched at your hips, guiding your natural movements, as you buck backwards and forwards against his larger frame. The friction was palpable, as the heat infused between your inner thighs over his crotch.

"That you will be. I'll have you bent and fucked stupid over that fucking throne when I want... The only perks I shall relish in as King. Keeping you safe and sated," Aegon lowly whispered, an almost fearsome growl echoed in his throat.

"Is that so? Ugh- I must say, dear husband... To see you crowned and seated almighty on that throne, ordering us subjects below you. I might just faint at the sheer sight."

A snarling chuckle escaped his plump lips, as his hands glided over towards your front, pulling the hem further up, exposing your undergarments. Without so much as a warning, and with such swift strength, Aegon tore the piece of fabric apart.

"Just the thing I needed to cheer me up, and look at you--"

Aegon's thick digits teasing at your arousal, gently encircling your entrance as he attempted to pry you open, before hungrily licking your sweet taste off his fingers.

"Already making such a wet mess, who exactly is the whore now? I've barely touched you, and your body desperately craves for my cock, huh?"

"Mhmm-" You whimper, as Aegon elevated himself, unbuttoning his clean trousers, his stiff cock lively springing into action.

"Tell your King exactly what you want, baby... Tell your King and I shall listen. Mayhaps I will be merciful and grant you what you desire, or be ruthless."

His hard, strained cock, red and glistening enticingly with his pre-cum oozing at the tip, appeared aching for release. Teasingly stroking at the entrance of your moist folds, feeling its pulsating throbs against the sensitive skin of your cunt, was enough to send you into overdrive.

As you instinctively lifted yourself up slightly off of Aegon's lap, readying yourself to plop yourself back down, Aegon's grip over your waist, held you steady and preserved.

"Not yet, baby... Use your words. I need to hear it from you first. Can't just let you roam around and do as you please now. You think you get some sort of special treatment?"

"A-Aeg, please-" You had mindlessly moaned: the rugged motions of the carriage persisted, the unsteadiness plunging you back down against Aegon's lap, as you nestled for support. His cock thrashed against your velvet folds, earning a sly smirk on his behalf and a helpless moan from yourself.

"Words, princess."

"Y-Your cock, my King. I-I want you to f-fuck me rough and hard, till I'm nice and round with heirs for m-my King."

"Fuck. That's it, baby-" Satisfied, Aegon's hands effortlessly lifted you once more momentarily, before having you plunge down over his cock. Its wide, intimidating girth was a sensation you could never quite adjust to, naturally stretching your silky walls, clenching tightly over his thudding cock.

"Let me fuck my heir into you now, and let it be known that you carry the offspring of the King. These tits will swell ample with milk for the babe and for I-" He breathlessly growls, as his lips softly suckle at your cleavage, his hands once more ventured, fingers pulling at your corset fabric, before roughly pulling apart the seams: busting your breasts more open, enough to shed any last remaining source of modesty.

"-These hips will grow wide to carry and birth a whole damn litter. This precious stomach, may the Gods be good, will swell greatly in the moons to come. Fuck me, you will be such a heavenly Queen."

Aegon's frame now moving against the uphill, rocky drive naturally his cock followed his motions delved deep inside of you, striking at your cervix. Whimpering moans of pleasure and pain, coaxed in your voice chiselled through the carriage, layered with Aegon's heavy breathing.

"You w-will be s-such a good King, such a g-good father, as you have been an honourable husband. P-Putting my needs first."

"S-Say more, precious-" Aegon sternly proclaimed, his tone growling louder, as his large hands had subtly snaked their way towards your backside, rough palms [tarnished from training] kneading at your plush flesh.

"You are the rightful King. I devote my entire being, my entire existence to you, Aeg. Forever bound to you, I am at your disposal. Love me, ch-cherish me...F-Fuck me."

With all the swaying, harsh motions from the carriage itself alongside the sensual love-making, Aegon's cock released all the tension from the anticipation, the buildup from your touch, that he desperately needed. Reaching his ultimate peak, in return spoiling you with a climatic apex.

The moments that followed timely, had forever changed the course of history itself...

Aegon had been crowned and accepted by the realm as King. And as he spoke like a true, honest ruler, the Gods saw fit as they did anointing your husband, and you began to swell healthily with child in the months that followed. It was widely known however, that the conception of the King's soon to be heir, was poetically the day its father was crowned.

"As tense as we all were for Aegon, it seemed you two were rather ugh- eager for the coronation... If the Gods blessed the Queen with child now, then we shall be thankful for the holy plans of the Seven," Alicent, the Dowager Queen, had reminisced over the intimate family dinner that night.

Regardless, it took time for Aegon to grow accustomed to the heavy burden and responsibility of having to rule Seven Kingdoms. And yet he did so willingly, so long as you had remained dutifully by his side. That, he forever was eternally thankful for.

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master-xochimilli · 6 months

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◇ About + DNI ◇

Currently: Offline (working)

Welcome to my blog~ My name is Xochimilli, though I'm sure some of you would be eager to call me Master or Sir

A 21 year old genderqueer boygirl cat thing, It/He pronouns (yes capitalized :3)

My asks are always open, go ahead tell me anything, I love going aaaa and talking. Just be nice. Please don't just say "hi" or try to get me to e fuck you, I'm a person

If you cannot handle different time zones and the fact others have work and responsibilities don't even bother. Asks will not be answered right away, please take situation/time sensitive asks with a grain of salt.

Time Zone: GMT -6 • Mexico City

♡ Pet

My pet is the lovely @onetiredpup, or 🫀 puppy who I lovee and adore so so soooo much 💛 THE BOYFRIEND YIPPPEE YAYY HOORAYY :3 💛💛💛💛💛 A A AAAAAA AA AAAAAAA KISSING HIM KISSING HER HUGGING THEM SO TIGHTLY

◇Anon Pets◇

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◇ DNI ◇

Minors and ageless blogs fuck off, I will block you.

Typical DNI, dont be a bitch to others. Raceplay, and ED blogs also dni, for personal reasons, I can and will block anyone I want to, this is my safe space.

I also just reccomend not to interact if you just want the horny!!! I will rb anything n everything I want <3

◇ Kinks ◇ Limits under cut ◇

Kinks◇

Petplay

Impact play

Soft Degradation + Praise

Bondage

Piss/Omo

Somno

Breeding

Pregnancy

Edging + Cum Denial

Free Use

CNC (emphasis on the consent)

Sub/Dom

Knifeplay

Intox (only alcohol)

Biting/Marking

Primal

Royalty play

Lactation/Milking

Blood

Cockwarming

Objectum

Pain/Physical Injury

Possesiveness

Forcemasc

Monsterfucking

Gore (will not post about it)

Cannibalism (will not post about it)

I'm a bitch ass soft baby when being subby and bottoming, so feel free to ask beforehand about my limits!!!

Limits◇

Apart from what is included in the DNI, do not offer to include these. I either don't enjoy them personally or can't do/write for them !!!

Use of the word "rape" in cnc (literally a fucking victim of it, me panicking and having flashbacks about over it will not be fun so stfu!!!)

Scat

Inflation

Ageplay

Raceplay

Brat taming (I am too soft for it)

Vomit

Size difference

Cheating

AB/DL

Hypno

Sissy

Weight gain/Loss + Feederism

My puppy's good boy chart ♡

Good boy chart for my lovely puppyyyyy, my sweet boyfriend @onetiredpup 💛 So so sooo excited for using it with him !!!! Will update it as they get stickers :3 so everyone can see what a good boy she is~

based off @/droolypupboy's chart !!!!

◇ More:

I'm just queer, so it doesn't matter what you are it's gay if it includes me sexually. Because someone asked: I am kind of pretty sure I am monoamorous, I will engange in sexual play but no romantic stuff :3 -> Aro adjacent thing, heart is being weird about it, might be not fully aro. I have a boyfriebd. I have a boyfriend. Did I mention I have a boyfriend? I have a boyfriend and I love him I love my boyfriend with my whole being 💛 My boyfriend my beloved kissing her face right now actually because I love them and my blog is kinda obviously all about him lmao

Not a transman, I am genderqueer, please respect the queer part of it, no I am not justifying or explaining my gender to you.

I do enjoy being the top dom most of the time, but I'm a nice switch vers at heart and wouldn't mind switching it up if a person came along and put me in place like the clingy kitty I am

Will be referred to as sir, master and people I frequently talk to in a sexual setting can use daddy, only as a title, and nothing more

All pet/master, d/s relations are for fun but I feel very strongly and I will care about you and probably count you as a close friend :3

Autistic and ADHD, and mentally ill, and chronically pained– Age regressor will always log out before regressing. Also a full time worker, don't fret if I don't answer right away~

Please, please, keep in mind I am mentally ill. I am not a healthy person, do not take everything I say as the best option, nor as the best advice. I have shit memory, shit emotions and at times questionable responses.

I will log off the moment I feel myself age regressing, unless I get explicit agreement when big, to be regressed with you, and I will not click out the chat!!

Not open to sending pictures, but will keep any pictures or videos sent my way~ For any curious pet, I'm a pre op and pre t, 5 foot 2 and probably the most fem thing ever

Living in CDMX, long periods of silence are usually due to getting stuck in traffic or power outages, or when regressing.

◇Xochi is a real person I am not horny all the time lmao

A part time librarian! Head of the children's section of the library I work at, love taking care of kids and helping them get interested in reading. Also part time English teacher! Really just doing things I like nowdays~

I'm a pretty big softie at heart, expert crybaby, expert emotion feeler, expert at caring too much. I am also good at being dumb and laughing too much at stupid shit :3

I like stuff apart from masturbating and getting others horny~ Like drawing, Sky: Children of the Light, Sanrio (My Melody my beloved ♡), Percy Jackson, Artemis Fowl, Pretty Cure, plushies and cooking to name a few things I like, so don't be afraid to just talk about my interests! I'm not scary I promise :]

Understanding and open, don't like me being too rough? Go ahead and tell me— Will gladly compliment and comfort you, don't be shy! Also be a sweetheart and tell me if you get excited hm?

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#xochi is the breeding bitch -> Bottom/Sub POV writings

#important◇ -> important shit lmao

#☆lynn no mires☆ ->irl Xochi, audios and pictures

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#🫀puppy-> For my love, my bf, my sweetheart, the one who fills my whole heart and my sunshine :3 ♡

#🫀💛 -> reblogs that make me think of them ♡

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fallenseaofstars · 5 months

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Argenti headcanons

🌹 Tags: Afab g/n reader, Smut/Fluff, established relationship, obsessive Argenti once again 😍, size difference kink, belly bulge, creampie, idk what else to tag 💔

🌹 A/N: sorry I tried making him as accurate to canon but he's a bit of a freak in my eyes (not in the kinky way but in the questionable way)

Argenti is a gentleman, he loves to be sensual and treat you like royalty, so naturally the aftercare is top notch! No matter how tired he is (unlikely that he's tired to begin with) he'll always make sure to clean you well, get the bed ready and pepper you with many many kisses <3 He will never leave until you're fully taken care of

Raging size difference kink. He can't quite pinpoint why exactly he's so into it but all he knows is that he can't help himself when he sees just how much smaller you are to him- believe me he has had to learn a new level of self control around you...

He's really big and absolutely loves seeing you take all him, has accidentally overstimulated you before but can you blame him? The way your pussy takes all of his cock and how his cum drips down you ... one round is not enough to please him.

Belly bulge is almost a guarantee everytime he fucks you and yes, it makes him very hard seeing how deep he fucks you

Pleasure dom but can also be sub. He absolutely loves spoiling you no matter how greedy you get, but he also enjoys being spoiled! He won't outwardly admit this however so make sure every once in a while you take good care of him, he deserves it~ ❤️

Worships you like a god(dess) regardless if he's top or bottom, it's almost embarrassing hearing his over the top compliments but he means every word! He loves spending a while just kissing your entire body, his kisses are so soft and full of love, and they linger in the areas that you're most self conscious about! To him, everything about you is beautiful, no matter what you think of yourself!

Loves it when you take the lead, he'll do whatever you ask of him like an obedient little puppy~ just kiss him a few more times and he's already head over heels for you! (Not that he already isn't though) When you ride him and threat him like a whore he cums even faster than usual. He can't decide if he prefers when you're gentle and loving or when you're mean and harsh.

Big praise kink, even when you're mean to him you should still praise him~

Into bondage as well, loves it no matter who's the one tied up! When you're the one tied up he loves to blindfold you as well and whisper to you everything that he will/is doing to you. He's very comforting when you're blindfolded but you can feel his voice go deeper than usual which makes you all the more hot for him

Now when you tie him up...he becomes a complete mess. He whines and moans, his body shaking so much that you almost feel bad for not letting him touch you, but that's just part of the fun, no? Again, cums a lot faster in this state

He cums a lot- and quickly too. You're lucky he has so much stamina since he cums way before you even come close. After you're both done the bed/wherever you fucked is very very messy- makes him a bit embarrassed but also loves seeing it as a way of claiming you as his own~

Also has a breeding kink, even if you can't have kids hes simply just obsessed with the idea of filling you up and having so many kids with you~

CW: Dub-con and cnc (roleplay kidnapping)

Overall he's very loving, no matter how you want him to fuck you he'll do it and praise you so much while doing so! You're his beloved little rose and he absolutely loves everything about you! ❤️

Although you're his priority and he wants to make sure you enjoy every second of it, he's still quite...obsessive over you- which can lead to him forgetting that this is reality and will fuck the living light out of you to the point that it's just painful- at some point he'll make sure you're okay but he's quick to go back and fucking you dumb

He's a bit addicted to roleplaying as if he kidnapped you, tying you to his bed and just fucking your pretty face drives him insane <3 You spend a lot of time before hand making clear each other's boundaries, and even while roleplaying he can't help but ask if your ok and compliments you so much

#again im sorry for writing argenti like this...i really do think hes such a sweetheart in bed but also #have yall seen how obsessed he is with idrila? no way he isnt a bit questionable when hes in love #ill write cute and romantic smut with argenti.. eventually...#have like 2 other argenti fics that is just him being an obsessive freak #but i love him like that #tho hes genuinely so caring and loving and and and oh my god i am so in love with him #im so tired tho my eyes hurt #so goodnight yall #argenti smut #hsr smut #hsr argenti smut #argenti x reader #hsr x reader #smut headcanons #actually i wanna write more for the dub-con part but i am struggling to keep my eyes open...

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hwanghyunjinenthusiast · 4 months

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Kinkuary Day 1

AN: Bouncing off my walls in excitement. Happy New Year, and welcome to Kinkuary! Starting off the month with San, one of the biggest thorns in my side when it comes to Ateez. I've been itching to write something royalty related for him, and this was the perfect opportunity.

Synopsis: The crown prince is beloved by everyone in the kingdom far and wide. Unfortunately for him, you don't share that same fondness. However, that may be exactly why he seeks you out.

General tags and warnings: Choi San x Fem! Reader, one-sided enemies to enemies who fuck, royal au, no specific time period is mentioned but, it's heavily implied this takes place pre-20th century, prince! San, maid! Reader, one mention of decapitation in relation to treason, blood mentioned a few times, pretty minimal plot and I think that's it honestly.

Primary kink: Degradation.

Smut tags and warnings: Dom! Reader, sub! San, degradation ((duh) m. receiving), dirty talk, oral sex (f. receiving), clawing and marking (m. receiving), hair pulling (m. receiving), hints of a dacryphilia kink, piv sex without a condom, creampie and no aftercare.

Word count: 3.9k

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

It wouldn't be hyperbole to state that everyone in the kingdom loves Choi San.

In all the books and scraps of paper you've managed to get your hands on over the years, you're not sure you've ever come across a royal who has inspired more loyalty and adoration than the current crown prince. Not even the King and Queen who currently hold the throne. You'd never speak these thoughts out loud (you're much too fond of your head remaining attached to your shoulders) but, you think if he ever tried to make a claim for the throne that he'd have a solid portion of the kingdom willing to back him.

That's not the kind of man San is, though.

He's much too kind and honourable to let greed cloud that heart that so many people are in love with. No, he's the kind of prince that will do all of his duties while supporting his parents' reign. He'll patiently await his turn to sit atop that ghastly golden glorified chair like the good little princeling he is. And you're certain that when he does, the cheering through the streets will be so loud that it'll ring in your ears for decades.

It all makes you so sick.

You can't stand the way everyone falls all over themselves when he so much as nods in their direction with a gentle smile. You can't stand the stammers of thanks and praise from the lips of fellow royals to commoners such as yourself when he compliments this or that about them with so much earnestness that bile rises up in your throat. You can't stand the sincerity that sparkles in his eyes during his impassioned speeches about making the lives of his subjects better. You can't stand him.

It takes everything in you to stop yourself at clenching the fabric of your uniform and biting your tongue so hard that you sometimes taste the familiar tang of metal in your mouth when you know you've clenched your jaw too hard. Yunho says it's a bad habit you've developed over the years. He's never understood your disdain for the prince but, he doesn't need to. No one does. That's between you and yourself, and no one else.

Until it isn't.

If someone had told you months ago that you'd find yourself in the crown prince's bed, you would have laughed in their face. No, you likely would have slapped them across their face enough for your palm to burn and then laughed in their face like a woman possessed.

Any yet, here you are.

Or, to be more accurate, here he is.

In the most private parts of your mind you have been able to admit that San is an attractive man. Being in the same room as him is enough to cause your blood to simmer and bubble in your veins but, you are still a woman with eyes and a functioning libido. Between his muscles that seem to span endlessly and his handsome face, yeah. San is a good-looking man. And you suppose you're not above giving into your baser needs.

“You're late,” you drawl atop his bed, toying with the blanket beneath you. You try not to think about how just one of his sheets would likely keep your family fed for at least two weeks. Shoving that particular, unpleasant thought aside, you watch him from your position.

“My apologies. The meeting ran later than I expected. You know how my father can be–” if only the entire nation could see their precious crown prince rolling his eyes at the mere mention of his father.

“I don't care. Don't be late again,” you cut him off sharply, your eyes cutting into him far more harshly than your words ever could.

From the way he folds into himself and practically sags against his enormous bedroom door, you can tell he's already slipped into the self ascribed role he takes during these…encounters the two of you have.

“I won't be. I'm sorry,” ah, there's that whiney edge in his voice that you've become accustomed to over these past few months. He's slipping into it much quicker recently. The thought brings an edge of sadistic glee to you, the corners of your lips turning up just the slightest bit.

“Make sure the door is locked,” you order, drinking in the way he all but, jumps at your command. Sometimes, you think you understand why people wage wars and betray family members for just a drop of power. It is intoxicating. You've come to understand over these months why some people spend their entire lives grappling for it. Your ambitions aren't that grand, however. You don't care for sitting on the throne or ruling a nation. Having San at your beck and call is more than enough to feed your ego, you think.

Drinking in the way his jacket stretches across his broad frame as he locks his door makes your blood simmer in a way that is categorically different from normal. When he turns back around, his eyes already glossy, you can't help the way desire claws horribly at your insides and your walls throb.

“It's locked,” is all he says, the breathy quality to his voice not helping the gradually building ache between your thighs in the slightest. For a long moment, all you do is regard him. Ideas of what to do next rotate in your mind. You shift marginally, making yourself more comfortable on his mountain of silks and cotton. You don't miss the way his eyes follow your every movement, taking a second too long to depart from your thighs before they meet your eyes once again. Waiting.

He's so predictable that it reminds you why you despise him all over again.

“Take off your jacket,” you start simply, lounging on his bed while he complies. His jacket dropping unceremoniously onto one of his ridiculously ornate chairs. His shirt is so much worse than his jacket. Barely leaving anything to the imagination with the way it hugs his broad chest and clings to his arms in a way that prompts your thighs to rub against each other.

The air between the two of you is tense. The density of it is a phantom weight on your chest. You can't recall a single time where the air wasn't charged between the two of you even if your life depended on it. As Yunho likes to joke, you do have a knack for thriving in the most uncomfortable circumstances.

You elect to break it. Rather than for the poor princeling’s benefit, you can already feel your undergarments starting to stick to you and it's been longer than you care to think about since you last had a decent night of sex.

“I want you to crawl to me,” you say, tilting your head in the faintest bit of amusement at the light blush that colours his cheeks. You've made him do much, much worse but, for a moment you wonder if he'll hesitate, if not full on decline. The knife of arousal twists harshly in your gut when he drops down without so much as another glance from you. Your lips part unconsciously as you watch him make his way towards you. His gaze is later focused on his path, not that you mind all that much. You're much too busy following the lines of his firm body. Watching fluid muscle that pebbles your nipples beneath your nightgown and increases the steady heat in your bloodstream.

It's not long before he's mere centimetres away from your legs. Glassy, eager eyes finally finding your own when he eventually sits on the backs of his legs. Ever the good boy. Awaiting your directions with no signs of complaint or visible signs of frustration.

Well, signs he can control at the very least.

“You're already hard?” You both know your question is rhetorical. The tent at the front of his dress pants is visible from the mountains of The Healm. No, he knows you don't want an actual answer.

“I can't help it,” he whispers, his ears burning and you don't miss the way his hands clench and unclench on his firm thighs.

“What would people say,” you start, shifting closer to the edge of his bed. His eyes following your every movement like a hawk, his tongue darting out to lick his pretty mouth, “If they saw their precious prince like this? Crawling on his bedroom floor and getting hard just because I've been a little mean to him. How embarrassing.”

The shudder that rips through his entire body is intoxicating.

“Even worse, what if they all knew how much you like being embarrassed,” you continue, tugging your gown further up your thighs. More of your wetness dribbling out of you as you watch his eyes zero in on the apex of them. The whine that leaves his lips would be barely audible to anyone else. However, you're not just anyone when it comes to San.

“Look at you,” you bite out but, part of you knows it doesn't quite sound as intimidating as you'd like it to, “sitting there and panting like a fucking dog just because I'm letting you see my undergarments.”

A smirk spreads across your lips and you can't help the way your pussy flutters around nothing watching his eyes clamp shut and his teeth sink into his bottom lip. “I'm sorry. I'm–I just–,” he stammers, “It's been awhile,” he rushes out once his brain seems to finally piece itself back together.

“Aw,” you don't miss the way he shudders at the faux sympathy in your voice, “Poor, little princeling. Probably already leaking all over yourself just because it's been a few weeks since I've let you touch me,” you pout. Satisfaction coils in you watching the blush on his cheeks darken, fingers gripping his thighs like a lifeline.

However, as fun as it is to toy with him, you can't deny that you've been frustrated these past few weeks too. You'd sooner move kingdoms than admit this aloud but, your hand was a poor substitute for the prince's mouth and, occasionally, cock. Your fingers could get you there well enough on their own but, they paled starkly in comparison to him.

Much to your growing dismay.

San doesn't move. He doesn't even seem to breathe once your gown is bundled over your waist. Leaving your wet undergarments completely clear for him to view. He just stares. Hands gripping his thighs so harshly that if you cared about him, you may have been a little concerned. The dazed look in his eyes prompts your walls to flutter harshly without your consent.

His breathing is ragged as he watches you shimmey out of them. His eyes never leaving the apex of your thighs even as your undergarments drop unceremoniously on his pristine bedroom floor that you cleaned earlier in the day.

“Well?” You ask with a tilt of your head, spreading your thighs wider and pushing down a shiver when the cool night air hits your slick folds, “What are you waiting for? Do I really need to spell out what I want you to do next?”

“N–No,” he stammers out, shuffling forward so quickly that he's between your thighs in a blink. Your hand weaves into his hair as soon as his mouth descends onto you. You may not be able to stand the man hungrily lapping at you right now but, fuck is he fantastic with his mouth. Eager doesn't even begin to describe him. In moments, his mouth is thoroughly coated with your wetness, the vibrations from his moans further adding to the tightening in the pit of your stomach.

He only moans louder when you tug on his hair harder, your fingernails biting into his scalp sharply. He happily let's you shove him further against you. Latching onto your clit in an instant that briefly causes your vision to blur around the edges. God, he really may have ruined all other men for you. Your eyes flutter shut when his tongue, that fucking tongue of his, adds pressure. Licking patterns against your clit you couldn't decipher if your life depended on it.

“Ah, this is all you're good for,” you breathe out, using your unoccupied hand to tug down your gown to grab your breast, “Kneeling between my thighs while I use you.”

The smile his whimper brings out of you is sharp enough to cut glass.

Your hips jump when you pinch your nipple, a quiet moan ripping from your throat. Which motivates the little prince further. He sucks on your swollen clit in earnest, smearing the entire bottom half of his face with your juices as though they're his only source of hydration and he hasn't had a drop of water in decades. You're sure if you let him touch you, he'd use those stupid muscles of his to keep you locked in place while he feasts on you. Making you take all his mouth has to offer.

The thought makes your head spin and your hold on his scalp grows harsher. If the pain of your nails is too much for him, the prince doesn't show it. Electing instead to cling to your clit like it's the most important thing in the world to him. You're closer than you thought, you realise when another one of his pathetic whimpers forces your thighs to start quivering. Well, quivering more than they already were.

Cracking your eyes open proves to be a fatal mistake when you catch his watery eyes watching you. Drinking in every twitch of your brow, every pull and knead of your breast, every moan that slips past your bruised lips from when your teeth had sunken into them. He watched it all as if to commit every miniscule twitch of your muscles to memory. And those scorching eyes don't waver now. Even as your grip burns his scalp and you all but, ride his face to bring yourself closer to the metaphorical edge.

That's ultimately what does you in. Much to your ever growing irritation.

Not that you focus on it too much when your body feels as though it's floating somewhere amongst the stars. He continues to lap at you, albeit more subdued. Each brush of his tongue extending the shock waves that render your body limp on his too expensive sheets. You're sure that if he had his way, he'd continue to mouth at you until his jaw ached. Although that does sound like a wonderful way to spend your evening, you have other ideas in mind.

“Enough,” you bite, tugging him away from you once you regain some semblance of feeling in your limbs. He whines in protest but, otherwise doesn't disobey you. Letting you pull him away from your twitching hole and pulsing clit. The sight of him already looking thoroughly fucked out making you clamp down harshly around nothing. The emptiness is starting to burn.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” you order once you release him. The prince is nothing if not efficient. Stripping himself in what you can only assume is some record. On the endless list of things you'll never admit to anyone until you die, one them is that just the sight of his scalped torso is enough for you to start dribbling onto your undergarments. And now, watching his tan skin and muscles he's spent years crafting bathed in the moonlight, you know you're doomed.

Your body reminds you very quickly that you're still empty and the solution to that emptiness is twitching not too far away from you.

San watches you like a hawk as you recline onto his bed, your head resting on his mountain of pillows while your thighs remain spread. Smeared with your release and his spit.

“Would you like to fuck me, Your Highness?” You ask him, resting your cheek against your palm and biting back a smile when his cock bobs notably at your question. A question you both know the answer to but, it does wonderful things for your ego every time to ask it.

“Yes but, only if My Lady wishes it,” he whispers faintly but, he still manages to find the courage to meet your eyes. It makes you just a bit more mad how attractive he looks now with bruised, glistening lips and a faint blush colouring his cheeks. God, he's so annoying.

“I'm strawn out on your bed, am I not?” You ask him with a raise of your brow, your tone clearly questioning his intelligence but, based on the way his cock twitches, he's obviously into that too. Typical.

“Y–Yes, My Lady but, I didn't want to be presumptu–”

“Do I really need to tell you how to do everything? You can help run a kingdom but, all sense seems to leave you when tasked with fucking a woman. How pathetic,” you bite out, a twinge of sadistic glee twisting in your gut when he avoids your gaze and his flush deepens, “Come here.”

You snort when he nearly trips over himself in his haste to reach his bed. Shuffling between your thighs before you can blink but, not moving an inch beyond that. His body is practically vibrating with the effort it's taking him to not touch you without your say so. Cute.

“I really have done a good job with you, haven't I?” You ask more to yourself than him as your hand caresses his chest. Your pussy pulsing when a sharp gasp leaves his lips as you dig your nails into his skin. Dragging them along his body and marvelling at the faint, pink lines they leave. “To think,” you start once again while your fingers toy with one of his nipples, “the crown prince would become my own personal bitchboy,” you mutter, twisting his nipple between your fingers and revelling in the moan the action and your words rip from him.

“Please,” he whimpers so quietly that you don't catch it at first. However, once the word registers in your foggy brain, you grab his face. Cupping it and letting your nails dig into his cheeks, satisfaction and arousal coursing through your veins. You try not to do this too often. You don't need the palace gossiping and asking questions about the marks on the prince's face. However, sometimes you just can't help yourself.

“Please what?” You ask, the saccharine edge to your voice makes him shake in your grasp. Good.

“I want–may I please f–fuck you?” He pleads, tears welling up in his eyes and, Lord, does this all make you dribble onto his sheets even more.

“Aw, poor, desperate princeling,” you coo with pseudo sympathy. Your hand drifts from his face to the apex of your thighs. You watch his face while he watches your hand as though it possesses knowledge not even Galileo could have discovered. A soft curse flits into your ears when your fingers touch your swollen, soaked folds. The curse is more harsh this time when you spread yourself for him to see, to marvel at.

“Is this what you want, your highness?”

“Yes,” he rushes out, his body curling into itself with how much his desire weighs down on him, “I–please. I've been good and it's been so long,” he pleads, turning those watery eyes onto you once again.

“Go ahead. Let's see if you can impress me,” is all you need to say for him to grasp his slick cock in his trembling hand and guide it to your fluttering entrance. You're too preoccupied with watching him push into you to know what the prince is doing but, you have an inkling he's watching himself be swallowed by your walls too.

You'll never give him the satisfaction of knowing how good the stretch of his thick cook feels but, you can't stop your eyes from fluttering and your hands from anchoring themselves across his stupidly broad back. The prince isn't one for reservations, however. He moans long and loud once he's finally sheathed inside of you. His sweaty forehead resting against your shoulder while his cock twitches nonstop inside of you.

“All it took was being inside me for a few seconds for you to become this weak? Isn't this a little too sad even for you, my prince?” You whisper against the shell of his ear, biting down on his lobe and smiling when all he can respond with are pitchy whimpers for a moment.

“I–I'm–I'm trying,” he grits out against your skin, thrusting into you before you can spit out another response. San is a fucking machine once he's finally given permission. You don't consciously cling to him but, you rake across his back nonetheless. The pain just pushes him further. The sounds of skin hitting skin echo throughout his disgustingly large bedroom and, if you had the presence of mind to care, you may have worried that someone could hear the two of you.

All of his little whines and moans shoot straight down to your clit not unlike lightning. However, just as you're starting to enjoy finally getting a decent, thorough pounding, it ends just as quickly as it started.

Your eyes fly open when all you receive in warning is a strangled whimper of your name before copious amounts of warmth flood your slick walls. San shudders harshly over your body. His cock throbs with each rope of cum that paints your pussy white. He must've been just as pent up as you, you reason but, it doesn't stop the white-hot disappointment that you feel. You stare up at the maurel Hongjoong had painted for him ages ago while he tries to stop himself from crushing you with his weight as his seed starts to leak out of you.

“I'm sorry,” he mutters into your throat, strong hands rubbing your thighs in what you assume to be apology, “I could–I couldn't help it,” he squeaks. He's blushing so hard that you're certain the heat radiating off him raises your body temperature.

“Disappointing as always. Nothing new,” is all you say in response, shoving him off of you and standing on unsteady legs. He reaches out to help you but, must see something in your face that tells him not to touch you. So, he doesn't. He watches as you make your way into his washroom. Ugh, other than letting him touch you, the clean up is probably the most annoying part of these little meetings.

Once you've cleaned yourself up enough that the prince's seed isn't dribbling onto your thighs, you exit his unnecessarily ornate bathroom. Met with the sight of him still naked and lounging on his bed, waiting for you.

“We can go again,” he offers sincerely, “If you'd like to, of course.”

You resent the way your clit throbs at the offer.

“I'm fine. I think I'll retire for the night,” you respond, picking up your discarded undergarment from the ground and slipping it on. Only just managing to hold back from cringing at the cool wetness that meets your skin. The prince looks like he wants to say something. To argue. However, nothing comes.

“Well then, goodnight. I look forward to our next…encounter,” he finally replies once the words find him. A different man. This is the prince you're more accustomed to outside of his bedchambers.

You nod before turning to face his door. Slinking into the darkness of the hallways and hoping no one sees you leaving the crown prince's personal chambers at this hour.

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apocryphfuck · 4 months

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the royalty kink to worship kink pipeline

okay so i was ruminating on my royalty kink about how i appreciate the sub!prince/dom!knight but i want some more prince actually wielding power AND -

it occurred to me that there's some perfectly good worship kink in there to play with. God-king shit. i want you on your knees in prayer and propitiation. i want your offerings of whispered, husky words and blood and want. i want you to

W O R S H I P M E

i want to bless your devotion with my own, to leave bruising kisses on your beloved flesh. i want to reward your faith with my divinity. i want to hear my name on your tongue and i want to make yours holy in my mouth.

#bd/sm kink #bd/sm community #god kink #royalty kink

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bunnakit · 5 months

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Not Me Episode 3 Music

the (not very well kept) secret come out. i am indeed the not me rewatch event organizer. i hope you all are having fun!! anyway, i got like 1/3 through this episode without recognizing any music (other than generic background music gmmtv has used before) and thought this was going to be a small post but they really jammed a lot in the last 2/3

The episode starts back up on Stronger which we already talked about yesterday so we're gonna skip that.

Keep Asking Me - Francis Wells

We first hear this song when Yok is talking to his mother about her most recent job and subsequent loss of that job. I don't really think there's any deeper meaning to be found here, other than maybe the fact that it's implied that Yok keeps insisting he can provide for them; making some kind of connection to the title but I think it's a tad bit of a stretch.

Worlds Apart - Rannar Sillard

Finally some good fucking food! This song begins when the unnamed diplomat hopeful discovers White is a nepotism baby. The name could not be more fitting as we now know from his backstory that he and White truly are worlds apart in their social standings.

(I couldn't find the music for the scene but the scene where Yok punches Gumpa is foreplay, don't @ me.)

We see another appearance from Trade a Moment in the fight with Sean and White - where they are indeed sharing another moment (and blows.)

Waste of Time (Instrumental) - CLNGR

This is the song playing right after Yok takes pictures of a knocked out White. This is another one that I don't really think has any deeper meaning unless you want to read into the fight being a waste of time, or maybe Sean thinking tending to 'Black' is a waste of time - but again, it's a bit of a stretch.

In the Haze - At The End Of Times, Nothing

We hear this during my favorite scene in the entire show. This is just before Gumpa LITERALLY INTRODUCES HIMSELF TO WHITE. He says "My name is Gumpa. I'm the owner of this garage." because he KNOWS this isn't Black, his suspicions are finally confirmed, and he wants to set whomever this is at peace. (Still accepting @porschesbabydaddy my beloved's headcanon that Gumpa did a background check on Black and knew he had a twin. This entire scene is just a love letter to my raging competency kink.)

ANYWAY. I think this song is more for White than Gumpa - White is quite literally in a haze, he's still figuring things out, piecing together who is who, figuring out he doesn't quite have the skillset to keep up (and maybe he's still a little bit dizzy from that punch.)

(iirc this is also a song used quite a lot in other gmmtv shows)

Mountain Top - Marc Torch

This plays immediately when Yok and Dan lock eyes through the chain link fence. If we want to get really flowery (which I always do) we could interpret this as there being a mountain of space between them still, or perhaps Dan is Yok's mountain he's determined to reach the peak of (lmao). Yok has only just begun to understand the scale of Dan and his work, he's just at the very base of the mountain, but someday he hopes to reach the summit. (Also yay more Marc Torch, though interestingly enough this one is NOT royalty free.)

Kids in Love - Tellow, Lill Persson

UGH THE SONG CHOICE. This comes in midway through White cleaning off Sean's bed so he has a place to sleep. The fores sure are shadowing with this song title and it makes my dumb little heart giddy.

Go Season - MILANO

Ahh, the towel tug of war scene. I don't really have any deep comments about this one other than it's another upbeat, jaunty song that pops in during another playful moment between Sean and White.

As Sean says "I don't have a judge for a mother like you." World's Apart surfaces again to punch us straight in the gut.

Feel - Ian Post

I sure am feeling a lot of things. Feel begins just as Sean grabs White's wrist and says they'll sleep like that so White can't slip away. Sean is physically touching White, feeling the skin to skin contact, and perhaps if we want to stretch again (we're going to be so limber today) White is feeling some complex emotions towards someone who was supposed to be perceived as an enemy.

WHEW. that's it for today's episode! that was a lot and i sincerely hope you guys are still enjoying these (they do take me a few hours to make lajkgla i never realized bc i get so hyperfocused and do genuinely enjoy making them)

#not me #not me the series #music #soundtrack #nmrewatch23 #sorry if i fumble some shit my hands are really hurting today

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1. what are your favorite kink blogs? why do you like them?

oh man okay so this is BY NO MEANS an exhaustive list, these are just the ones that popped in my head first @otter-pup - super good scenarios about monsterfucking, breeding, somno, so much other stuff. checks off so many boxes, and actually one of the first nsfw blogs i remember following and was one of the reasons i made this blog, so i could rb his stuff :) @thatnonb1ny-cvmslut - my BELOVED FRIEND!!!!! one of the first people i dmed with and definitely the person i've talked with the longest and yeah <333 mwah love you @dhdh1200 - we've also been mutuals for a long time! they rb a lot of videos and pics that i don't reblog bc i try to keep that stuff off this blog (i don't wanna get nuked haha) but man i am Looking 👀 @transpidered - such such such good content just 10/10 wowie

21. have you found any dynamics you like playing with best?

tbh i think i need to explore more, but a lot of the ones i really like have something to do with service. shining shoes for a dom, being a cute little househusband, being a free use stress reliever for a friend group, that sort of thing. something where i don't feel so much pressure to think all the time and i can just be useful and praised just by existing and doing what i can without any stress or worry

22. are there kinks that have grown on you over time?

oh for sure. i think royalty is a fairly new one. something about being a prince that's seen as a big sex object with all the play around corruption and falling from grace that really hits me in the stressed-out-student-slash-activist-slash-oldest-sibling

24. would you be fine in a relationship without kink?

i don't see why not. right now i think i mostly look for potential partners in kinky spaces bc there's less stress about coming out as kinky if it's already known that the other person is also kinky, but if that coming out stress wasn't there and they understood that i would still be active in the local kink community, i'm perfectly fine with that! maybe i have a different view bc i've been Thinking about polyamory recently tho lol

25. are there any lesser-known kinks that you love?

this was hard at first bc i'm really bad at judging what's widely-known or not (shoutout to when i assumed everybody also listens to a. s. fanning, an artist on spotify who only has like 5k monthly listeners) BUT. i realized. one i really like that simply does not have enough posts on tumblr or ao3 is portal/magic kinks. like you're walking to class and suddenly a cock is forcing its way into you but you're literally alone and you have no idea what's happening. and there's somebody however far away with a portal fleshlight that they're fucking that's like my pussy and when they cum in the fleshlight the cum appears in me and there's no way for me to know who did that to me. 10/10 wish there was so much more content on this bc oh man

#ask meme #anonymous asks #royalty kink #portal kink #mine

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MOONLIGHT SONATA⌇PRINCE!WILLIAM AFTON

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tags. royalty au, infidelity, eventual smut, corruption kink, cunnilingus on piano, loss of virginity, gentle dom!william, afab!reader, aftercare.

summary. with everyone wondering why the prince didn’t show up at his own grand ball, you sneak away from the party and venture the halls of the afton’s beautiful estate. discovering a grand piano in the study room, the rich tones you play impresses the prince nearby. little did he know your attraction alone would bewitch the mysterious man.

“Has anyone seen His Highness Prince William? My goodness, there is an extraordinary long queue of ladies who are to dance with him!”

“How outrageous! The host himself doesn’t even bother to show up at his own party! Such aberrant behavior of our beloved prince.”

“Oh, please calm down! Perhaps the prince isn’t feeling well and stayed back in his chambers. Either that, or he has no desire to dance tonight.”

“How dare he?! He is to dance with me tonight!”

Left alone on the balcony with an aloof attitude, you were deeply raptured by the orchestra's vibrations and whimsical notes that hung in the air, attaching strings of gold onto the joints of the grandeur to waltz in perfect harmony. You watch as they swirl on the dance floor like ocean currents, dancing in beautiful rhythm and sync. Gracious ballgowns billowing and twirling beneath; ever so graceful, ever so astonishing. If only you could fit better into its magical atmosphere if the noisy complaints from nearby duchesses, marchionesses, viscountesses, patronesses, and other fair ladies would be taken elsewhere and not near you.

Prince William Afton… Every hopeless lady in the kingdom swoon over him and his charms. He is overly admired for his power, his features, and his riches. One tiny interaction with these ladies and they’re undoubtedly charmed. Undeniably falling for him and then believe in a chance with the prince. That’s why many of them had been arguing for a dance and for his hand in marriage tonight.

He is one fine prince, you admit. But you wouldn’t bother seeking for his approval or fighting for a dance with him. You already had a suitor to marry later this year. Your suitor was a fair, charismatic baron who would pass by on the weekends and spend time with you and your family. The dynamic between you two, however, was not a romantic, loving one as you would daydream or expect of. He was a very shallow man that you’re marrying to gain income. Not the love or passion you desired. You would constantly hold back your ill opinion of him in order to save the relationship.

Deep down, you were rid of your happiness and emotional stability. Your suitor didn’t even bother to show up at this party you invited him to. So you came alone tonight. But it didn’t matter at all. You didn’t even care since you were in need of a getaway from all the chaos with him. He’s the type of man that’s not delighted by huge gatherings, anyway.

Still impassive and unamused, you decided to sneak away from the party and linger about the luxurious halls. All you wanted to do was get away from everyone, find some kind of escape. But as you were venturing, you were suddenly mesmerized by what lies before you.

The Afton Estate was magnificently polished in glimmering gold with intricately painted ceilings, enormous mirrors, glimmering crystal chandeliers and other impeccable decorations and fashionable furniture. It lies a masterful display of Renaissance-style architecture and horticulture you’ve never seen before. Venturing this polished marble fortress alone has never felt so liberating and compelling, especially being withdrawn from the vicinity and into the quiet.

There was no sign of anyone nearby. It felt to you as if the ballroom was miles away, the music and the loud vicinity already fading out. The more you roamed about these halls, assuming you were lost, you find yourself in a broad study room with a fireplace, mahogany desks, clean couches, varnished brown bookshelves, and the wide bay windows with the view of the dark castle gardens. In the middle of the glazed windows was something you were mysteriously intrigued by.

A grand piano.

You loved playing piano.

You sauntered forward like a moth drawing to light, scrutinizing its laminated shiny black iron and carbon steel with intricate piano strings. Such wealth of the Afton’s! You’ve always wanted to lay your fingers on a monochrome grand piano you were so fascinated by. Back home, you had a traditional wooden piano but a couple of its keys were out of tune. The Afton’s piano appeared glossy, the keys playing its own divine tunes when your fingertips glide over its enticing texture. Caressing them softly with ample force, like a witch delicately casting a magic spell with her fingers.

You sat without reluctance, curving your hands and positioning to the correct scales to play a piece you love the most; Moonlight Sonata. A song that makes you feel like you’re floating, or drifting softly on relaxing waters of the ocean. A song creating a unique atmosphere that mesmerizes those who hear it, but are unbeknownst of the somber and heartbroken feeling the player represses. You press the sustain petal down, letting its rich harmonies overlap and fade into each other. As you play through movements for what feels like forever, the sweetness of the graceful sounds flow like honey through your veins and tickle your ears, sending shivers of peace into your soul. You shut your eyes and let your fingers dance among the ivory.

Even though you believed you were alone at this very moment, you have never felt so accompanied and understood by the piano. You felt alive, you felt the inner peace you’ve been desperate for. You felt like you were floating in a cacophony of exquisite harmonies. An emptiness finally being fulfilled…

“You play very well.”

A sultry, rich voice from nearby startled you, halting your movements and hastily flinging your eyes open at a man ambling closer. One glance at his piercing gaze and it shot through you like a bullet ricocheting. Making out his genuine, relaxed smile that was as cold as the steel piano. Such fair skin under the moonlight that contrasted the crispness of his fine suit, embroidered and twinkling with lace. The more he kept his eyes on you, the more your skin prickled. It was as if he was perusing every assumption about you. Every nudge about who you were. But when you finally recognized his face, you gasped and shot up from the seat.

“Your highness!” You sputtered, jolting up from the piano bench to curtsy before him. “You must please forgive me for trespassing! I am aware that no guests aren’t allowed past here and will be on my way—”

The prince holds his hand up. “No need for that at all. In fact I do not hold anything against you for playing one of the most beautiful pieces I’ve heard on my piano.”

The warm and oddly comforting tone of his voice reverberated in the back of your head, like dipping into radiant velvet and cream. Your body felt like it was caving in on you, striking erratically and so suddenly you weren’t in control of holding your own guard. Receiving such sudden approval from the prince and slowly drawing into his charm, like a venomous spider furtively caressing your skin. You weren’t supposed be here. You weren’t supposed to be acknowledged from anyone, not even his highness. You could run away as far as you can from the exit unblocked. But you couldn’t leave; you couldn’t force yourself to inch away from the captivating prince. And even if William gave many opportunities for you to escape his presence, you couldn’t.

The prince ambles closer, the gap between you growing smaller. You struggled holding eye contact with the captivating man, gazing down at the floor while fidgeting with your fingers. Your heart was racing like wildfire. Was it the guilt for admiring another man aside your suitor? Or was it the consolation after complimenting your practice?

“You shouldn’t feel ashamed from receiving my gratitude,” assures the prince. “I was watching you back there. Those wistful expressions you made, the somber melodies that so captivated me… My piano became the remedy you were in need of. Is that true, my lady?”

You nodded weakly, your body immediately seizing from a look into his gaze once again. “It… It is, my lord,” you mutter as your left hand rests on the piano’s rim. “And I am truly and deeply honored of your compliments.”

But I know I shouldn’t be here... I should be on my way, you thought to yourself.

Prince William slants his head coquettishly, lifting his hand for it to also rest near yours. “May I request for you to play for me again then? I’d love hear your piece up close.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, sulking in silence from his soothing voice and his gentleness embracing you with sheer darkness and chills of the starry nights. A prince with such power and authority flowing the kingdom like poetry, swooning those around him like magic— simply asking for you to play your piece. It also occurred to you that he would rather listen to you, watch you play, than make an appearance down at the party.

". . . As you wish, my lord," you finally complied, feeling your pulse pounding while his hand inches closer till his fingertips brushes yours.

"I also would like to join you in a duet later on. You can hear me play as well," says the prince, smiling softly when his finger overlaps yours.

"Oh— oh, of course. I'm delighted to hear your talents as well." You bashfully mirror his smile, sliding your hand away to sit down at the edge. "But if I may ask, my prince; were you on your way to make your entrance at your party? Everyone has been wondering your whereabouts."

Prince William sits beside you and scoffed lightly. “I was not. I had no intentions introducing myself out there tonight because I don’t feel like it. But while I do enjoy conversing and hosting social gatherings at my residence, there are times when I am disinclined to present myself. Every fair lady in this country has came tonight to present themselves as my possible suitor. But I have no desire for marriage as of right now. Nor to witness any of these ladies fighting over my hand for a dance.”

A slow nod you gave to the prince, feeling deeply empathetic for him possessing no desire for marriage. The thundering of your heart in your chest seemed to calm itself after hearing him mysteriously open up to you. You were nobody to him. Just a guest at his party. Perhaps the prince was in need of someone understanding him, just like you were in need of something understanding you. For instance, this beautiful grand piano.

“Well. Since you’ve decided to not be on your way, I shall provide the piece you have requested. I’ll keep you company tonight, my prince.”

“Be my guest,” he gestured kindly.

The prince watches your fingertips delicately press on the keys, the rich tunes more soft and low. A beseeching melody, a melody of waltz and tranquility that enlightened him, just like before when he was down the hall. He was left with a void just like you; a hopeless, hazy sky that begun to slowly brighten with your rays pouring onto him. While you played, he studied into you more. Wan moonlight tracing your unique features, falling softly on your eyes and illuminating your skin. That longing expression he noticed before appeared once again, bled silver by the pale starlight. He imagined you were seeking communion with this faithful rhythm.

A communion. A rapport, rather. Mysteriously intrigued, he positioned his piano on the lower octaves and began to play as delicate. You gave a small glance at him with a beam, also impressed of what he bestowed. With the atmosphere you created, it allowed a venue for the prince’s heart to pour all emotions onto the piano. But it seems he knew how to manipulate these keys, conducting certain emotions to impress you. You were enticed deep down. Taking in his oddly addicting dark warm aroma of other earthiness and intensity. What was that strange feeling that shot down you just now? Was it the way he glanced at you? His compelling royal presence sitting so close to you? The way he couldn’t keep his eyes off you while playing?

Suddenly you couldn’t restrain yourself. Your heart was beating erratically once again like a drum, eyes dancing around from struggling to settle your gaze on the prince. His eyes allured praises and sensuousness, conquering the art of having you wrapped around his finger by not uttering a single word. It’s as if he knows what he’s doing to you, and you know you shouldn’t be falling for his dangerous and ominous flaunts. But you couldn’t help but indulge this inexplicable feeling deep down. Your eyes were all that he focused on and it felt like the world vanished around you. You couldn’t breathe in air. You couldn’t feel ground. You only felt his gaze. His air, his ground…

His quiet composure managed to penetrate your thoughts. Penetrate your vulnerability. Watching each other for so long, your needs and urges growing stronger like a restless, forbidden hunger. A forbidden lust. The way his hand overlapped yours earlier and the dark gazes tell you that there are parts of you that were unfamiliar to him. Parts of you that he would like to acquaint. With a sultry essence the piano seemed to stir, you felt your mind serenaded with lustful passages, littering your innocence and purity with filth. Lost and saturated with vivid insights, raging with passion. A passion to lay his hands on you and not just on this piano…

“You have a suitor you’re bound to marry, don’t you? A suitor that made your life full of discontent. Full of misery,” Prince William mutters, immediately strung by the sultry in his voice. But once it registered in your brain, you gasped, hastily standing on your feet.

“My— My life with my suitor is none of your business!” you stammered, almost turning away from him. “I’m afraid I cannot stay here longer. I shouldn’t be here. We shouldn’t be alone together here—“

It took one soft grip of his silk-gloved hand holding yours before you could run free. A gentle touch that electrified every nerve in your body. And for awhile, it felt like this the longer you allowed him to hold you. Prince William slowly stood up with your hand still in his grip, realizing you couldn’t bring yourself to let it go. What started to be a means for your mental escape was now something you couldn’t escape from. You couldn’t face him, you couldn’t utter a single sound. Instead you let him inch closer and closer, feeling his breath subtly hitting the back of your ear. He dared not to touch any other part of you other than your hand that he switched over to his left. Your left hand meeting his left, fingers caressing yours that he so wanted to interlock with.

“My poor dear,” the prince consoled, tilting his head. "Keeping a man that doesn't know how to treat a lady like you well."

It was a tormenting battle to face— you had your instincts shouting at you to make a move and run, but your body kept faltering. You knew everything about this was wrong. You knew the consequences would leave you more miserable if things were to escalate more. But the prince’s touches were… irresistible. Everything that was ever wrong about this has never… never felt this good to you.

“Wouldn't you like to forget about that man? Allow me to fulfill that passion you’ve longed for?" he taunted, the husk in his voice filling your ears.

There was nothing more tortuous than being plagued with guilt and desire tonight. However, that guilt already left long ago when the prince found you. A prince that is well known for seducing women as a masterful art. Acknowledging the future scenarios, you already knew what was bound to happen with him; a one-sided affair. After being neglected so long by your suitor, perhaps it wouldn't mean anything to him if he didn’t find out.

So you surrendered to your desires. The desire for at least one man to care about you, the desire for someone who can return those feelings. William sensed how touch starved you are, finding it pathetic that your suitor had to carry you on like this for however long. His left hand glides up your arm while the other slides to your waist. His caresses were so addicting. His way of enticing your body felt unique. You’ve never felt such heat and arousal stirring in you because of a man before…

“Please, your highness… We shouldn’t be doing this…”

“Just call me William, my sweet,” he whispers tenderly, both of his hands holding yours from behind. “I can tell he doesn’t touch you the way I’m touching you right now. I can tell he doesn’t pleasure you and your needs like I will right now. Pursuing a man like that is no use for a lady like you...”

A titillating, soft sigh releases from your mouth. You find yourself curving your neck back on his shoulder, his soft breaths hitting onto your skin and sending shivers down your spine. His affect on you was like roses of desire blossoming in your limbs, growing and spreading to all parts of you so intimately. You had no idea what you were feeling and why you felt this way around him. Like you were under his hypnotizing spell of lust…

“Knowing he can never return your feelings— why, darling, not leave him for a man that can?”

And in that moment when you finally whirled around to face him, you knew you were tossing away your inhibitions. Your ponderings. Your resistance. Your chastity that was supposedly reserved for your suitor once married. But nothing didn’t matter to you anymore. You only needed Prince William to fulfill the insatiable hunger you’ve both been hiding ever since you’ve entered this room.

Your chest felt warm under his touch and your lips were barely touching the corner of his mouth, oddly lulling you. No matter how dark this study room could be, the prince can feel the way your mouth shaped his. Looking deeply into him with heated eyes, your lips parted like an invitation. William dips his head further, gently pulling you by the neck and settling into your lips, savoring every bit of you to engrave in his mind. This amount of intimacy from an undeniably handsome prince has never felt this salacious. You easily cave into his touch, his hands delicately holding your waist as you kissed him back. A slow, soft and delicate kiss until a gradual intensity of control rushed through.

“Oh, my sweet. Allow me to give you what you are seeking,” he breathed out, planting soft kisses on your neck. “Even for a brief, euphoric moment to forget the pain. Let me show you what intimacy truly feels like this very moment until it consumes you…”

Infected with such fervor you never knew you were capable of feeling, you desperately cling your arms around his neck and pull him closer, complying with a deep kiss. You were too enraptured by his charisma that the kiss fades from soft to sloppy, collecting your breath every few seconds then finding your lips back on his. Prince William kicks away the piano bench and guides you to the side of the piano, pushing your waist against it. Ignited with such fire burning within your body, the prince’s sly hands sneak around to undo your gown. All you could do was hold his face and slant your head while fervently kissing him until the cool air hits your bare back. He separates away for a moment to gawk at your tantalizing corset as he holds your dress off you. Slowly, he pulls it down, down, down… his lips parted in amusement when your skin below your waist is revealed to him like a delectable Christmas present.

Your heart couldn’t stop thumping when William’s head meets at the level of your navel, then lower, lower, and lower… letting the dress fall off his grip and puddle at your feet. He plants a delicate, soft kiss on your stomach while his hands travel up your thighs. A sigh you let out, bashfully looking away when his breath hits right at your sensuous, fragile spot still covered by your undergarments. A chuckle he lets out, enamored by your reticence of a man going down on you for the first time.

“Oh, my sweet… Have you ever touched yourself down here before?” he whispers tenderly again.

A bashful nod you gave. “N— no… only when I bathe and clean myself...”

The prince smirked down at himself from such precious naivety. He can also spot how wet you were from your silk undergarments. “Have you ever experienced a climax? A rush of ecstasy; a sensual release that you can’t control until you fall sensitive?”

“No, my prince…”

William kisses your groin, then up to kiss your abdomen, navel, your waist, endlessly kissing up, up, up… till he presses another soft kiss on your lips and pulls you by your waist away from the piano. You watch in curiosity when he removes the lid stand and closes the piano lid. When his hands slither to the back of your thighs, you let out a gasp when he hoisted you up on top of the piano, the cool laminated surface fusing onto your skin.

“Then allow me to demonstrate on you tonight,” the prince coaxed. “Right here. On top of my piano. And lay back while I find a pillow for your head.”

You were utterly stunned. Confounded of William so full of bewildering surprises up his sleeve tonight. But remaining obedient, impatient, and curious to see what he’ll bestow for you again, you lay down on the lid while William grabs a soft cushion from the sofas nearby. When he walks back, you find him standing between your legs; taking a moment to admire your half naked body before him. His hands just couldn’t keep off you, desired to trace your hips and your waist all over. The shape of your body, your enticing figure in that corset. The prince hovers above you to press his lips on yours again as he slides the cushion under your head.

In the heated moment, you feel William’s thumb tug at the waistband of your undergarments before he slides them off. You let out a sigh when your cunt suddenly throbbed from the cool air hitting onto it. William inched all the way down to gently kiss your clit, immediately emitting a gasp out your mouth from such strange sensation that made your stomach churn. You didn’t know how torturous, yet pleasurable the prince’s skillful tongue licks up the arousal in your cunt in such delirious manner. His face was buried between your legs, plunging voraciously deeper with his tongue and hums in amusement while doing so. All of your senses surge with such nourishment that you throw your head back and grind to the pace of his insatiable tongue. You felt excited. You felt enlightened. You were so writhed by this it felt utterly mind-blowing. William can even tell from your glorious, raw moans and the way you arched your back. Ever so real and torturous, he couldn't help but get much more needier eating your pussy out until you whimpered louder and louder, filling an appetite for the unobtainable.

“William! Oh god, William!” you cried out, desperately clutching onto the cushion.

You've lost the feelings in your thighs already, wanting to clamp your legs together, but the prince roughly pins them farther apart as he devoured you some more. Such indulgence makes you drown into his intensity while an uncontrollable eruption of pleasure waved through you so suddenly. Giving the prince the power to ruin you as he desires, having his tongue on your cunt and owning you just like that.

And that was your first ever orgasm, coming gorgeously in William’s mouth. Your body began glistening from sweat, desperately panting for breath from the experience. Your eyes drill into his once again, obliged to lean over and kiss you.

“How did that feel, my dove?” William mutters sweetly, wiping away the tear that trickled down your cheek.

“. . . Amazing,” you breathed out. “Oh please. You must let me feel that again, William. My body feels so different around you— I don’t know how to express it.”

The prince chuckles. “You’re just so precious. I’ll do it again and again, my dove. Until I’m satisfied. But this time, it won’t just be my mouth that pleasures you tonight.”

How could you not oblige? This night had become a night of exquisite, tender affection saturated with yearning and desire. Starved of passion for far too long, you were gifted it with the embrace of Prince William himself. He escorted you from the study room to his master bedroom, where you lay lavishly in silk sheets and adorned the way his body heat transmits to yours. Clothes scattered on the floor. Your naked body dripping like honey laying before him was something he never took his eyes off of. Writhed in the fluency of lust, he slowly and carefully entered his cock inside your taut walls.

You cried out for a moment from how staggering this penetration felt in you. William chose not to move for you to adjust to his size, another delicate tear falling through your eyes. When you tried talking to him, your speech slurred; like you were already mindless from the first orgasm he gave you prior. But even in your mindless state he can still sense your lustful craving. When you tell him to thrust inside, your mouth widened from the sensation of sliding in and out of your pussy so slowly until it shifts to a pleasant pace that you could handle. The feeling of him being inside you, clenching harder on him and hearing your fervent moans made his mind raw and twisted. William’s mouth buried into your neck, your darling aroma filling his nose. You could hear him softly groan against your ears, a rush of heat coursing through his blood like wildfire that drove him to relentlessly fuck you.

Is it not sickening enough knowing that he’s the only one to make you cum on his mouth? Make you cum on his cock that was too much for a virgin cunt like yours? Even if it was twisted and scandalous for the kingdom to find out, William absolutely adored every bit of. He took such sick pleasure of ruining you so no other man could have a chance. Staining your innocence, bringing you to the indulgence you deserve. No other man wouldn’t feel as good as him. No other man wouldn’t cherish you the way he did, even if this affair was all temporary…

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It was quiet. It was alleviating. As you lay on Prince William’s chest, you could hear the sound of his steadily beating heart. Feeling his thumb stroking your shoulder and holding you in his arms felt soothing and comforting. It was just like at the piano earlier, where your comfort piece lulled you to a state of serenity.

“My dove,” William suddenly whispers, smelling your hair and planting a kiss.

“Yes, my prince?”

“I have never requested this to anyone before, but… I would love to meet with you on the weekdays in my gardens. Spend the night with me, do whatever you wish. But only when your suitor isn’t around.”

Your neck cranes higher with your nose brushing his bottom jawline, impassioned by his embrace and his scent. William’s hand overlaps yours again on his chest, now interlocking his fingers with yours.

“As long as we get to play more piano together,” you whispered. “And allow me to service you the way you serviced me tonight as well.”

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#william afton #william afton x reader #william afton smut #fnaf smut #fnaf x reader #fnaf x you #william afton x you #sorry yall i got lazy at the end #this is also the wordiest one shot i’ve ever writren #im so sleepy yall goddamn #please be kind to leave comments or reblogs i worked hard on this!

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