#wanna be loved kink go brrrrrrr

[reenthinks]

[5:43]

It was day one of the Don Quixote Music Video shoot and you were planning on visiting your boyfriend.

Once you arrived at the shoot location, you saw Mingyu playing around with a piano while they were waiting to shoot the next scene. He looked lost in his own world and you admired him from afar. Despite his looks and build, he had this air of innocence about him. Somehow, he looked adorable and ethereal at the same time.

You quietly made your way towards him, putting a finger to your lips when a couple other members spotted you.

Reaching him, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. He looked startled for a moment, immediately turning around and breaking into a wide grin when he saw it was you.

“I thought I smelled you.”

“You’re so weird,” you chuckled, sitting down on the bench next to him, a hand making its way into his hair. He seemed to melt into you, sighing as you scratched his favorite spot.

“What? You smell nice.” He pouts and you just can’t help it. He’s so pretty and tall and he smells so good and on top of that, he’s pulled out that stupid pout he knows you go weak for. So you kiss him. Slow and sweet. A little awkward as you’re both biting back smiles and miserably failing.

You could’ve kissed forever if not for the lack of oxygen or the director calling for them to shoot the next scene. Pulling apart, it was your turn to pout.

“You know, there’s thirteen of you, I don’t think anyone will notice if one’s missing.” You say, pulling him by his neck for another kiss.

“Mhmm….I think….we both know….it’s the first thing…..anyone….will notice.” He says between pecks.

Kissing him one last time, you pull away. “Fine. Go before I change my mind.”

He laughs. “Yes ma’am.”

“Don’t call me ma’am.”

“Yes sir.”

“Hurry up.”

“I love you! Be back soon!” You smile as he walks to the set.

“You guys are insufferable.” Soonyoung says from somewhere behind you.

[da-rulah]

Hello lovely!!! I am so glad that you are back! Hope that you had a pleasant trip to Amsterdam (even if it was for work hehe but you have to earn that coin somehow I guess). Is Amsterdam pretty? Never been there myself so you have to let me know🖤

About that ask🌚

How would the Papas react if you asked them to wear their Papal robes (like the ones they used for the rituals) for sexy times? And for Copia please if you could do it with the military jacket+vest it would be awesome (I might have an unhealthy hyperfixation with that outfit hehe)

🖤🖤thank you🖤🖤

-SR🐀

Hey lovely! Amsterdam was exhausting, 5 days of conferences when you have the social battery of an iPhone 3GS isn't ideal, but I love the city so much and it's always such a pleasure to go back! (I have pics on my insta here if you wanna see hehe).

Onto the ask... Papas in robes, but Papa Copia in his Military outfit. I can absolutely do that. Let's fuckin GO.

18+ beyond the cut, MINORS DNI!

Primo

He wears his robes daily, that's just him.

In his old age, he's a very gentle lover. The feral beast in him has not been seen for quite some time, but you don't mind.

It's better than him overexerting himself and slipping a disc in his back again...

One evening, you're enjoying another night in with your lover. Some gentle kisses and heavy petting...

He moves to remove his robes that he usually neatly folds on the armchair in the corner of your bedroom, but you stop him.

"Would... would you keep it on, for me?" you ask, biting your lip.

You almost see his white eye sparkle...

That man unleashes whatever feral beast he'd kept under lock and key for so long.

He had you on every surface, in every position, cumming over and over again that night.

"You can give your Papa another, no?"

He's never used his title to dominate you before, but when you slip up and call him Primo just once, he spanks your ass and reminds you just who is fucking you.

The adrenaline keeps him going, but his joints protest the next morning...

Secondo

He acts a little precious about it when you ask him at first.

"You want me... to defile my robes? To sully my sacred attire?"

You almost feel guilty for asking, "Forget it, I shouldn't have asked…"

But he grips your chin, forcing you to look at him.

He makes you beg. No way will he do anything in these robes without you begging. On your knees, worshipping your Papa.

But truthfully, he's more than happy to oblige.

Man has a corruption kink and it is going BRRRRRRR...

"Good girl/boy... Worshipping your Papa with your mouth, eh? And you'll swallow my unholy communion, every drop I give you..."

The messier he can get his robes the better...

Cum stains, sweat, arousal, spit... They are filthy when he's done with you.

Part of the whole ordeal? He makes you wash them by hand, standing over your shoulder to remind you that's what you had done. It was part of the shame, the degradation of it all.

And you would soon do one more, time and time again...

Terzo

You don't need to ask him. He sees it.

When he's performing any ritual, any mass... He sees that look on your face, notices the squirm where you sit in the pews.

Usually after a mass, he'll hang the robes up in his office and head back to your quarters in the suit he wears beneath them.

Until one night, he doesn't.

He comes to you, still dressed in his robes and mitre. He doesn't miss the look of shock and the whimper you emit when you see him stood in the doorway to your bedroom.

"P-Papa...?" ... "Papa's here, tesoro. And he needs you..."

It's quite embarrassing how easily he can read you, honestly. You realised you must have made it so obvious you wanted him in his robes and it makes you shy.

He stalks over to you slowly and backs you up against the bed until the backs of your knees hit the mattress and you fall to your ass below him.

He parts his robes and you see he's completely nude underneath, already hard.

"Spread your legs for your Papa, tesoro..."

Copia - The Military Outfit

After his fitting for tour, Copia comes home with the final products and you beg him to show you them.

He flashes the sequins of his red and blue jackets at you, shows off the shirt with those flared cuffs and the batwings specially made for him.

The last of his outfits, was The Military Outfit.

Your jaw dropped when you saw it. How majestic he looked, how powerful...

The lace up trousers were so tight on his thighs... The waistcoat hugged his chest, the squared shoulders of the jacket giving him an aura of power.

You stepped towards him without a word, and he looks so confused.

You trace the embroidery on his waistcoat, fingertips grazing over each of the gold buttons on either side of the jacket, playing with the dangling fringe on his shoulders...

"Cara, are you okay?" You haven't spoken in..." he checks the wall clock, "7 minutes..."

Your eyes snap up to look at him, painted like he would be onstage, and the butterflies in your stomach make themselves known. Violently.

"Fuck me." You state it plain as day. His eyes widen.

"Eh?"

"Fuck me. In this. Now."

A darkness descends on his face and he's gripping your hips to pull flush against him as his lips smack against yours. You didn't have to tell him twice.

[sl-ut]

Can you pls elaborate on the breeding kink w abby and reader?🥺love ur writing!

more college!abby

baby you don’t gotta ask me twice

it doesn’t really come into play until they’ve been together for a while. abby is a very practical person, and while the prospect of it might pop into her head once or twice, she doesn’t feel like it would be appropriate to bring it up until it’s clear to her that they’re going to be together for a while and would actually have a future together. this probably doesn’t happen until after y/n graduates from college, when abby decides that they should finally discuss what they want in the future. in fact, abby might not even realise how much of a breeding kink she actually has until the discussion comes up; when y/n brings up kids, and mentions that she would be open to having them together, abby couldn’t help but envision how beautiful she would look while pregnant, and how great of a mother she would be.

they both agree that they would be interested in having kids in the future, though not for a few years just yet. both of them agree that y/n would probably be the best primary carrier for their baby if they chose to do ivf, and abby is suddenly obsessed with the idea of her girl swelling up with her baby–even if it wasn’t gonna happen for years to come. 

from this point on, when the strap is in use, abby is just rambling on and on about it;

“you want my cum, baby? want me to fill you up?”

at first, she’s the main one involved in it, but once y/n finally joins in on the dirty talk???? abby’s brain goes brrrrrrr. the first time she does it is while she’s face planted into the soft sheets of abby’s bed, lazily working her hips back onto abby’s strap and struggling to form a single coherent thought. it just slips out–she wasn’t even aware of the words until after she’d spoken them and after her girlfriend had reacted to them. 

“harder abs–put a baby in me.”

abby stuttered to a stop at the words, then rocketed into a pattern of seemingly impossibly hard and deep thrusts. she made quick work of flipping y/n onto her back, pressing her into the mattress and gripping her jaw with her hand, holding her face so that she couldn’t escape her heated gaze.

“yeah? you wanna be a mama?”

when the idea dawns on her to order one of the ejaculating straps, she’s showing y/n her favourite ones, but would definitely let her pick the colour and size. the glittery pink one that abby had gifted her for her birthday would remain to be a favourite, but this one was for those special nights when they wanted to play pretend. abby loves watching the synthetic white cream seep out of y/n’s tight hole when she’s done with her, always reaching down and forcing any that may have escaped back into her.

“not losing a drop, baby.”

when the time finally comes for the process of ivf to begin, it comes out even more. the strap isn’t used quite as often as abby would like in this case, because the process of fertilisation can cause penetration to feel quite uncomfortable, but she’s happy to go the old fashioned route and get her hands–and tongue–dirty. this doesn’t change the dirty talk, though. in fact, it probably enhances it, knowing that y/n is actually in the process of becoming pregnant. 

“i can’t wait till you’re pregnant baby.”

“you’re gonna be such a good mama.”

“you’ll be so pretty all swollen with my baby.”

she’s gonna be so much more in love with y/n’s tits too, if that’s even possible. the second that she notices them getting swollen, she’s all over her, constantly suckling and kissing over the swells and nipples, and even massaging them in both sexual and non-sexual manners–she knows that it helps when they’re tender, and is more than happy to just hold them in her hands and act as a human heating pad for her favourite girl. 

the dirty talk is even just dirty, either. it’s intimate and playful, she’s telling y/n about how she envisions their future–how she wants the babies to have her height, but y/n’s gorgeous eyes and smile, how she’s gonna train them to play lacrosse like their mom (she might be a little heartbroken if none of her kids take an interest in the sport, but she would get over it). she’s teasing y/n about how much the kids will take after her, and probably be equally obsessed with y/n as she is.

“soon enough i’m gonna have to be beating those critters away with a stick just to get a second alone with you.”

if they get married first, abby is dead set on the order of things to happen next. she keeps repeating the line to y/n on their wedding night teasingly, but they both know that she’s being 100% serious. 

“first comes love, then comes marriage, what’s the next thing?”

and it doesn’t go away even when y/n is pregnant or once they finally have kids. i hc that they have no more than three, but when all of them are older, abby is whipping out the breeding kink in the bedroom, calling y/n mama in a husky voice to get her going. when y/n begins to show, abby is dead set on taking monthly photos to remember the process, and will definitely be taking a few snaps while getting down and dirty to fuel that kink and remember how beautiful she looked when she was pregnant. 

[sebsxphia]

I mean yeah, being a brat is fun, but :( lately all I've been thinking about is being Cyclone's good girl:( obeying him without batting an eye and fully submitting to him :( wanna make him so proud, want him to tell me how much he loves me bc I’m his good girl, always pleasing him and looking at him with bambi eyes while following one of his orders, giving him so much love that now he never wants to leave home and he just wants to be w me :(( wanna be his lil puppy:(

omg omg omg. i know exactly what you mean!! being a little brat is fun and all, but being good and getting everything you deserve, being spoiled and pleasing cyclone? it’s so rewarding and the praise kink goes brrrrrrr.

cyclone’s end goal with you is to have you fully submit to him, no matter the training and brat taming he has to go through. he wants you to be his precious little kitten that does everything he asks. you do it so you can get him to stay home more too. you can’t go a day without seeing him and it’s torture when he’s away for longer than that.

i love being a brat, but for cyclone? i would fully submit to him.

thank you so much for this my love!! 💌