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forced pet play where the sub begs you to treat them like a human being, where they fight being a good little dog so much you have to shove their face into their puppy bowl and force them to eat every bite. By the time youre ready to fuck them they'll beg to rinse their throat with your cum <3

The reason why so many white boys are turning to Allah is simply because Muslims have what they will never have. A sizeable brown cock, thick lips and a voracious sex drive.

Western men want to feel like a pet. When a white boy first meets an Abdul or an Ahmed or a Mohammed they don’t see a regular human being, they see a god which they desperately need to worship…

Keeping a cute boy well behaved, massively pregnant, and unimaginably spoiled is the ultimate goal! Give him his favorite snacks, and belly rubs while reminding him what a good job he's doing is incredibly important, it's what he deserves for holding our babies and being such a good boy, after all. Telling him what a cute little daddy he'll be, and watching him squirm as I promise to make sure he carries a bigger litter every time I breed him is my job 💖

kneel before your queen | ksj

Rage and lust for power had driven you to tear your throne from the entrails of others. You were a woman without mercy. However, to Kim Seokjin, you were the rightful queen – and he was ready to prove himself to be your faithful servant.

Word count: 8k

Warnings: mentions of murder and violence, war, sport shooting. One (1) Anna Karenina reference (sorry fellas I like Tolstoy 🥵)

# dark royal AU, sub!Seokjin, queen!reader, hurt/comfort, sort of historical AU, unrequited love, angst, marriage of convenience, violence kink, choking, madam kink, oral sex (female receiving), breathplay, cum play, unprotected vaginal sex, overstimulation, breeding kink, masochist!Seokjin, possesion kink.

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Your history up to the throne was stained with blood. Your marriage was stained with blood. Your reign, your crown, the halls of your palace – they were all stained with blood.

Luckily, the bloodshed had paid off; you no longer had a foolish king by your side, and no one had the guts to stand up to you. You didn’t know where your humanity had gone after all this, but it had never led you anywhere.

You lived in a country where the sky was always cloudy and where mist covered every single corner. It was a dark, cold place of stone, and both nobles and commoners had gone mad a long time ago. They were born mad, you were absolutely certain. You had been there a long time, your heart seized by power, and you were no longer a foreigner.

More, more, more. It had always been like that – since you were a little girl, there had been a consuming rage growing inside of you.

With each foolish choice that you could not refute, with every unnecessary war, with every glass of wine that your husband guzzled, with every ball in which your feet ached and your hands stiffened as you were waltzed from one side to another. It grew within you before you even knew; a deep hatred, a lust for power. If only her hands were shaking, you remembered what they used to say.

But your hands never trembled.

The times when you rode through the capital in a carriage, wrapped in a blue mist, in the dawn of youth, when your chest grows wider and wider and tries to swallow all the blissful beauty in the world, your soul sold for a kingdom, were long gone.

That part of you was long dead; she got killed.

“Your Majesty.” The dim lights illuminating your office trembled when your counsellor opened the door. “Invitations to the Masquerade are to be sent out, but there has been a change.”

You sighed, putting down the quill.

That was the reason you despised having to be both the king and queen. Your council could take care of some things, but not all. And apparently, the Masquerade was more important to them than the war budget, even though your troops were on the front line to expand your territories.

“What is it?” you finally asked.

“Duke Seok-min has passed away, and his son Seokjin has inherited the title. You must change both invitations,” your advisor informed, talking quietly.

“Tell one of my ladies-in-waiting to take care of the matter.”

“Yes, but— His Grace would like to be received and acknowledged as the new Duke by Your Majesty before the Masquerade. You do now, madam, that it is stipulated in the treaty. You cannot possibly refuse.”

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under the blankets | beomgyu

[ virgin bestfriend!beom x softdom fem/gn!reader ]

warnings: beomgyu is subby asf, very brief attempted masturbation (m), oral (m rec) teasing, lil degradation (ehh not too much), lil dacryphilia (gotta love dem tears man c’mon 😌👌), beom says “please” a lot

wc: 2.4k

a/n: dude i think…i think i’m dead- holy shit im thriving rn 🤣👌 shit was so fun to write fr fr so thank you for taking the time to read!! yuhh 😌👍

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All sweaty and worn out from perhaps your most intense pillow fight yet, you and your best friend end off the last round to catch your breaths under the gigantic pillow fort you’ve built together.

You’re never awkward around Beomgyu, and maybe you’re confusing it with the stuffy, hot air.

But this weird tension…

You can literally feel his eyes on you; just staring at the side as if he’s entranced. Why is he just doing that all of a sudden? So…shamelessly?

The awkward silence along with his burning gaze is killing you, so your hand darts out to reach for the nearest little opening between the blankets, slightly parting them for a nice breeze to enter.

It’s refreshing, and Beomgyu continues watching you intently - eyes devoted to your figure even as you lean back onto your hands and close your eyes.

After a few more seconds, the boy shakes his gaze off your parted lips and swallows, averting his eyes somewhere else before his thoughts become too much to hide.

But it’s too late.

You take a subtle peek at him, watching how he keeps adjusting and squeezing the pillow that’s resting against his crotch.

Beomgyu’s eyes fly to yours for a split second, but once he realizes that you’ve been staring at him, he squeezes the pillow harder.

“W-what?” the poor boy gulps after taking a shot at challenging you, but he’s acting so weird all of a sudden- it’s starting to slightly annoy you.

So, you can only give him a weird look in silence, and it’s frying him alive, but he tries with all his stupid might to hold eye contact with you this time.

“W-what are you looking at?” Beomgyu nearly whines, jerking his chin in your direction.

You’d let it go, but his weird behavior is lowkey crawling under your skin - as if he’s teasing you; purposefully or not, you wouldn’t know.

“Yah, you’ve been playing around with that pillow for too long!” You make him jump by pointing out so suddenly.

But then, your impulsive nature decides to lunge at him, hands flying onto the pillow with an insistent grip in attempt to rip it away from his grasp.

Beomgyu’s body jolts again in surprise and pulls on the pillow harder, fearing that with enough strength, you could-

“God, come on!“ you growl, impatience burning in your eyes, “Give it up! What are you hiding-“

“N-no!!”

The sweat in his hands causes him to let go and completely give himself away. Oh, the poor boy.

Eyebrows shooting up in shock, you end up dropping the pillow from your hands immediately, unable to rip your eyes off his…his stupid, clothed crotch. So, that’s- oh…

“Pfft, no way…” you scoff, lips curling up in amusement, “You’re such a fucking weirdo- are you- are you seriously hard right now?”

Beomgyu gulps so fast that he almost chokes on his spit. “I- I’m not!” he blatantly denies.

“Then what the fuck is this?” You point directly at the obvious outline of his wide bulge and his hands move to cover the area immediately.

“I-It’s nothing, okay?!” he stutters, keeping his shameful head down and eyes elsewhere, “I- I don’t know- it just happened!”

Though, not gonna lie, you’re finding this to be quite entertaining. And hot. Beomgyu is in an incredibly vulnerable state right now, and you dont know what it is…but all of a sudden, you just want to-

“I bet you can’t even touch yourself,” you blurt teasingly, and the boy can only blink and let his lips quiver at your unexpected comment.

Incredulous that you would poke him at his most sensitive spot, poor Beomgyu figures that he should somehow retaliate - even if he looks stupid as hell.

“What- what do you know, huh? I bet I can do better than you-“

You open your mouth to call out his bluffing, but before you can say anything, the boy shoots up on his knees and yanks his pajama pants down to expose his thighs and…and ridiculously, hard cock - now bubbling cutely at the top as it rests on the soft skin of his lower abdomen.

He sits back down and leans back on his hands, all of a sudden feeling a surge of embarrassment and too much exposure. He can’t even believe he’s doing this. In front of you.

And fuck, you’ve never wanted more to make a mess of him.

He feels so heated with emotion that he could cry if you don’t stop staring at his cock like that. All pretty and out on display for you to see, yet he worries what you might think of it. Is it too small for your liking? Unimpressive? Disappointing?

It burns in his cheeks that you’re not saying anything, and now his insecurity is starting to kick in even worse.

“I-is that what you wanted to see?” He blurts to break the silence, and you have to quickly stop yourself from letting drool run down your mouth - just from staring at the cute thing for too long. That’d be embarrassing.

But seeing him like this, dumb and unconfident - God, you want to do so much to him right now…

“Okay, go ahead.” You reposition yourself to lean a bit closer to him, nodding towards his pitiful thing, “Show me what you got.”

You definitely wouldn’t want to miss something like this. But he doesn’t do anything yet and you search his eyes; full of shame or inexperience.

Of course, he’s hesitant, and you expected this much, so maybe you should give him a little…push.

“Pfft. Can’t do it?” you taunt and cross your arms, hoping it’ll get to him. “I fucking knew it-“

“I-I totally can!”

Okay, so it does work, but not in the way you thought it would.

You watch as the boy grabs his cock and starts yanking - squeezing at it harshly, and he looks seriously in pain-

“Stop! Gyu, what are you doing?!”

“T-touching myself!” he pants out, shutting his eyes tight and stringing short gasps in between, “I-I’m touching…m-myself- mng-“

But he seriously looks like he’s suffering, abrasively tugging at his dry cock despite how soft and delicate his fingers may be.

“Well, stop! You’re gonna hurt yourself- what the fuck?”

Beomgyu completely ignores your command and keeps torturing himself, face all scrunched up- you can’t tell if it’s pleasure or pain. But let’s be real, it’s probably the latter-

You latch onto his stiff wrist with a tight grip, pulling with all your strength in order to get him off his own dick. God, the poor thing-

“N-no!! Don’t s-stop me-“

It’s too late and he lets go instinctively when you pinch a sensitive part of his thigh as hard as you can.

“O-oww! W-what the fuck?!“

“Shut it.” Your cold demand has him chewing down on his lip immediately, biting back words out of intimidation. “You’re hurting yourself!”

And both of you are left panting in silence once again. It’s definitely more awkward now than before, though, especially when Beomgyu covers his face with his hands and starts sniffling quietly.

“I-I’m sorry…” His legs curl up towards his chest a bit to somewhat hide his cock from your view, timid voice breaking behind his hands. “Don’t- I don’t know what came over me...I- I can’t do it..”

“Mm, it’s okay, Gyu…” To calm him down a bit more, your thumb begins soothing the red area of his thigh where you pinched too hard.

Although, it makes you feel a little bad for him, you can’t help but feel aroused by how vulnerable and weak he is. The tears only add onto the damage.

But you should help him finish the job. Beomgyu deserves that at least.

“Here. How about I…”

You lick the underside of your teeth as you hook your fingers onto his waistband, slowly pulling them down to his ankles, and then off completely.

And the pitiful, broken boy lets you, still hiding behind his hands and sniffling adorably.

His legs comply when you push them apart with your hands, spreading them enough to settle yourself in between.

As you lie on your stomach, you find yourself losing a bit of self-control the closer you inch to the pretty thing. You let your eyes run over its curves and edges, truly taking your time to admire him from here. God, not to mention how cutely his tip throbs at your warm breath.

Your warm hands climb up his thighs to comfort him with gentle squeezes. And it seems to work as his breathing pattern has somewhat leveled and found pace.

“How about I touch you instead, hm? Would you like that, Gyu?” You offer softly, holding yourself back from just grabbing his cock already and showing him the world. “Tell me.”

When he’s ready, Beomgyu uncovers his face for you- lips all puffy and eyes so sad, yet beautiful. He gulps as he takes in how pretty you look in between his legs, cheeks reddening so cutely. Fuck, you want to ruin him so bad. So, so bad.

“Do you want me to make you feel good?”

He blinks down at you with the prettiest, heavy eyes and nods. The nurture in your voice assures him that you’ll take care of him - that he’ll finally get a chance to properly orgasm.

Before you wrap your fingers around his waiting cock, you’re going to need his verbal confirmation, though.

“I said tell me, Beomgyu. With your words, baby.”

“P-please…” he whimpers and it makes your own thighs press together, “Please t-touch me…”

“Touch you where?” You tease a little more, feeling horny as hell just from hearing him say such simple words.

“Touch my c-cock, please,” the poor boy sweetly asks of you, “I want you to…t-touch my cock, p-please…”

You hum in satisfaction, licking your lips as you near his cock and wrap your very much needed fingers around his length.

The moment he feels your warmth, beomgyu starts breathing heavily again to calm himself down. It’s already shaky and uneven, but his subtle sounds are music to your ears.

“Tsk. Pretty boy doesn’t even know how to touch himself properly…” you scoff, and his eyes sparkle in the dim light like he could cry again if you keep messing with him. “Pathetic.”

“P-please…don’t t-tease me, please-“

His stupid, cute little mumbles and whimpers are driving you so fucking mad that you lean down to give the head of his cock a quick swipe of your tongue.

The mewl that leaves his lips after is fucking vulgar, and suddenly, you feel the need to give him more than such a short sensation.

“W-wait-“ Beomgyu gasps, hands flying up into his hair, “Y-y/n…your m-mouth-“

The male cries out loud and lets out a broken whine as soon as you take his entire tip into the warm wetness of your mouth, giving him exactly what he deserves.

“Mnng-” He starts panting again, eyes fluttering when your comforting tongue begins teasing the tiny slit at the top, swiping back and forth until he can’t take it anymore-

One of Beomgyu’s hands stay buried in his hair while the other dares reach behind your head to push you down further on his cock-

“P-please-“ he whimpers in broken almost-sobs, “take some m-more…p-please-”

The poor boy in your mouth is so desperate that he’s near tears again. So, you show him a bit more mercy.

You let his pretty hand urge you further down his cock until you’re slobbering at the base of his length.

Beomgyu’s not big enough for you to choke, but his width and thickness is definitely giving your lips a nice stretch.

With heavy eyes trained on how pretty you look between his legs, Beomgyu’s lips part even more when your own touch the soft skin at the base.

He’s a little bit salty, but you don’t mind too much. You just want to make your best friend feel good. And he’s giving you all the sounds you want to hear.

“You’re…s-so pretty, Y/n-” he gasps in between, “p-please keep going- gonna cum-“

All of this is turning you on too much. You’ll have to make him eat you out later or something. He’ll have to make you feel so good that your thighs are squirming and shaking- like his are right now.

“O-oh, f-feels…s-so good…” Beomgyu shivers and the goosebumps follow up his pretty, trembling legs.

“Y/n, please-“ he pants, voice suddenly raising in pitch, “gonna c-cum…in your m-mouth-“

You quickly bring your mouth back up to his tip to focus on his most sensitive part, using the lube of your spit to rub his cock evenly with your hand.

You suck his pretty, throbbing tip with your all, angling your head so that you can see your best friend’s pretty face when he cums.

And it certainly does not disappoint.

The moment you lock eyes with his heavy ones, his eyebrows knit and lips pout before he throws his head back against the wall of fabric, holding your head in place as you give him the ungodly speed of your tongue and hand.

“O-oh, y/n-“ he gasps, gulping for air, “p-please!”

You don’t even stop as he cries out and squirts into your abusive mouth. God, he sounds heavenly, just mewling and whimpering - crying out your name like it’s the last thing he’ll ever say. If you could do this all again, you wouldn’t pass up the chance.

You let sweet, sweet Beomgyu squirt the rest of his thick, hot cum into your mouth until he completely coats your tongue.

The boy’s legs are still shaking even after you remove your lips from his swollen tip. And you think he’s completely come down from ecstasy, until a little bit more seeps out of his slit.

You pull an encore move and swipe the last few drops with your tongue, slowly and gently up his tip for him to see - and it’s cute how his thighs tense up and pretty eyes flutter at the simplest thing.

With the last few drops still sitting on your tongue, you lift yourself up to Beomgyu’s level to bring him into a kiss. Just to show him how good he tastes. Or before he forgets it, at least.

Because he’s gonna have to taste you next.

We have five kids under six, and all of them breastfeed, some of them constantly. I stay naked because even though the snow rages outside, the house is very warm, all the time. One of your rules is that I have to keep my legs wide open whenever I’m in a sitting position, and that when I breastfeed, I have to be on the bed. Not so it’s easier on the kids, but so you can lay me down and rape your seed into me even more. Today, you decide that it’s time to put some extra effort into it because the youngest is nearly ten months old, and it’s been too long since I was pregnant. You stay home from work and rape your seed in me a few times an hour. I’m not allowed to say no. Pretty soon, babies six and seven on the way.