hi, i'm moonjin! but you can call me moon as well. i'm still pretty new to tumblr, so i might be a little.. 🤔 i was born in south korea but currently reside in nz! i've written fics in the past, i just never knew a proper platform to post them. english isn't my first language (huhu) so bare with me here :]
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i like to do a lot of stuff sometimes. big fan of marvel and star wars worlds!! as well as my music, i mainy listen to kpop but don't have a specific western artist i listen to. if i like it, i like it :)) i intend for my blog to be a safe place if not the safest possible; no toleration against the bad!!
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who i write for!
star wars:
- masterlist: the bad batch
hunter
tech
echo
crosshair
wrecker
call of duty:
könig
marvel:
miguel o'hara
arcane:
viktor
jayce
- my "character x ___" will mostly be with a f!reader or gn! but if you do want alternatives, just tell me in a request!
- i can write fluff, angst, sfw, one-shots, tropes of some kind, soft, whatever you call 'em!
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holeh moleh sorry for going MIA yo🙏 i promise i’m not dead works just been kicking my asssssssssss so considering this a peace offering while i still juggle fantasising and money making 😜😜
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w: a/b/o office au with könig!!!
sometimes i think about how he’d corner you in that cramped office as an unclaimed omega, the scent hitting first—vanilla, warm earth, something sharper underneath—and suddenly the air feels too thick to breathe.
you’d probably be in shock, trying to find leverage but könig would reassure you, telling you: “it’s okay… hold onto me.” his hand would find your spine, rough and deliberate, guiding you closer, while the other tangled in your hair. maybe after, könig would tilt your head just so. your throat bare, pulse fluttering where he could feel it.
he wouldn’t kiss you… not yet. instead he’d breathe you in, lips brushing the edge of your skin like a warning, a claim. “that’s it. don’t fight it,” he’d rasp, his voice a vibration against you, his grip anchoring every trembling inch of your body to his. he’d do his best to be gentle but there’s no guarantee his office desk isn’t gonna break.
“I can’t believe they allowed my uniform suggestion for the maidens,” he joked around, his warmth surrounding you completely as he ogled your body in the outfit.
he knew your hips and thighs intimately, the way he’d stare when you cleaned the lounging rooms and mopped the floor. your uniform would ride up and he could finally get a peek at your skin.
“your body was made for me to worship and for me to devour.” the huskiness in his voice didn’t go unnoticed, instead giving you chills. you never took him for a… perv. he’s a prince, he was always considerate and down to earth.
somehow this is the same prince in front of you, his cock throbbing without a doubt underneath all the luxurious royal wears. he ran his hands over your clothed breasts, feeling the silky fabric along with lace as it followed the plumpness of your tits.
“how can something so divine belong to a mere servant?” his voice was thick with lust as he kneaded your chest. you bit down on your lip as to avoid drawing attention to yourselves in the hallway.
in doing so, you were unable to protest and könig was quick to use it as an invitation to continue. his large hands found the strings keeping your uniform together.
you don’t remember how you ended up here, bent over on a polished wooden desk with könig’s huge cock pounding you from behind. you only remember bringing him a manila folder.
your skirt was bunched up messily by your waist and your black thong fallen around your ankles. könig’s tie was loose, his sweaty chest littered with hair, exposed.
“I have a cartel meeting in two days at 3pm, do you mind adding that to my schedule?” his voice was ragged but still composed as he murmured that message into your ear.
trembling, you clutched a black pen and his yearly planner book and messily jotted the information down whilst trying to take his fat cock over and over.
“that’s the wrong—,” his large hand came down onto your ass with a harsh slap, “—fucking day.” könig growled into your ear as you scheduled the meeting on the wrong date.
“I’m… I-I’m sorry sir…!” you moaned, crossing out the wrong info the best you could. your eyes rolled back, the pleasure bordering on pain. he thrust into you harder, shaking his desk as he grabbed your shoulders as leverage to impale you back onto his dick.
he continued to fuck you relentlessly until you were able to schedule his meeting on the right day and the right time. by the end of it, you were covered in marks, leaking his cum, and somehow lost your panties.
w: teeny bit of manipulation and kidnapping, pussy mention
after being rejected all his life and then, by you, he’s given up being the nice guys. everyone knows the saying, nice guys finish last. but not him, he doesn’t want to finish last at all.
König kidnapped you. after the rejection, he didn’t want you going to anybody else. there was a reason why he tried asking you out in the first place.
but now he’s eating you out.
frantically apologising under his breath but no real sincerity under it just made it all the more confusing, “I’m sorry angel… sorry… but you taste so good,”
königs cock was hard under his track pants, somehow apologising for eating you out after kidnapping you for himself, turned him on to the max.
his tongue swirled around your cunt, his eyes wild with a hunger that went beyond simple attraction. he feasted on your dripping pussy like it was his last meal, sucking and lapping up at your juices, "see, angel? this is what you've been missing out on. this is what you gave up when you said no."
his voice was a low murmur, the kind you'd expect from a lover, not a kidnapper. a mere ‘please’ was all you could murmur out beyond the poorly tied gag on your mouth.
“please? did you say please? are you begging? please say you’re begging… yes…” könig parroted after hearing your whimper. “are you begging for me?”
his eyes were dilated, looking up at you. obsessively.
könig enjoys having sex with his sugar baby, but one particular night where he fucks you on top of a bed of his hard earned money… was the best night of his life. he challenged you to collect as much money as you could while he railed you.
“watching you spend my money turns me on, makes me want to force you to spend it so i can fuck you every night, my maus” he mumbles, thrusting into you with fervour as the money underneath the two of you crunches and crumpled from every movement.
you can feel the girth of his cock stretching you and the inked 100 dollar bills sticking to your sweaty skin but none collected in your hand, “you’re just a little slut who’ll do anything for a taste of this wealth.”
he rammed his big, rich cock into you harder and harder, enjoying the sight of watching you try and hold the money in your hands while he fucked you.
hmmm könig acting like an excited but desperate puppy, asking you “does that feel good? do you like it? tell me, is that the spot, my hase?” constantly because he has slight doubt. except he underestimates his size and already, his seemingly ‘slow’ pace is drilling into you so you’re unable to answer him.
now you’re being fucked dumb and you haven’t said anything, by his own knowledge of sex, he simply assumes he’s not pounding you good enough. his ‘slow’ pace becomes almost impossible to take when his thrusts begin to speed up and fuck you deeper.
still, könig is asking if that feels any better but you’re face first burying into the pillow, biting the sheets, given up on asking so you just end up taking his fat cock til you both cum. (aka til you feel like you’ve met death)
Warnings/Tags: 18+ work!! minors shoo flyyyyy - written in third person!!, mentions of squirting, ass play, cum, m and f masturbation, use of 'master', 20s college cam girl and 40s könig, bunny outfit, toy play (phallic, butt plug), brief nipple play — tell me if I've missed anything!
The introverted older man found excitement locked up in his bedroom, being able to thirst like a pervert over girls who showed themselves off online. Especially her. This young, gorgeous college bunny. She was the star of his favourite website, the one that kept his lonely nights company.
"What a beautiful girl..." He stared intently at the blue, illuminating screen of his laptop, surrounded by the musky scent of old books and the faint smell of his stale cigar. His eyes were glued to the glowing laptop screen, with a young woman in a bunny costume. The oversized ears perched atop her head bobbed as she giggled.
He felt a stirring in his stomach that he hadn't felt in years. König leaned closer, watching as she began to unbutton her fluffy pink dress, revealing skin that seemed to glow under the artificial light. Once it was fully removed, he could see a pink bow that acted as a bra, encasing a white lace that covered her perky tits.
"Take it off," he growled to himself, his voice deeper than he had intended. "Let me see those sweet tits."
She winked and blew a kiss to the camera. He felt it land on his cheek like a feather. His hand found its way to his pants, and he began to stroke himself slowly, matching her rhythm on the screen. On the screen, she slipped out of the dress, leaving the skimpy bunny outfit that left little to the imagination.
She reached behind and unclasped the bow, letting it drop to the floor. The flimsy fabric of her costume barely contained her tits so he could see the outline of her nipples pressing against the material, "Come on," he muttered, his voice strained. "Take it all off." His hand was a blur now, his pulse racing in time with the rhythm of his strokes.
She took her sweet time, playing with the bow tie that held her top together. Each tug and twirl made his breath catch in his throat. König felt like a teenager again, eager and desperate for the reveal.
kkcod_217, his online presence, donated $10 her way, hoping that the tip would encourage her to drop that bow. His hand grew more insistent, his grip tightening around his cock as he anticipated the moment she'd free her breasts.
Finally, with a dramatic flourish, she removed the bow, letting her breasts bounce free. The sight of her erect nipples made his mouth water. He stroked faster, his eyes glued to her perfect form. Her fingers played with her nipples, pinching and twirling them until they were hard. "Fuck," he breathed, his voice hoarse with desire.
It was no doubt the entirety of the chat went wild over the reveal. As always.
She bit her bottom lip and leaned in closer to the camera, giving the viewers a better view of her body, "Is this what you want, pervs?" she purred, her voice like silk over his ears.
She slid her hand down over her stomach, the camera following every movement. His eyes trailed after it, eager for the grand finale. As she reached the waistband of her skimpy bottoms, she paused, looking directly into the camera with a mischievous glint in her eye.
Other users in the chat began to tip up to $15, also just as eager as König to see more.
The zipper on the side of the bunny costume went down with a tantalizingly, slow zzzip. His eyes widened as she revealed matching pink panties, a scrap of fabric that barely covered her sex. The wetness was already visible through the material and he felt his cock throb in response.
With a wiggle of her hips, the panties dropped to the floor, leaving her completely naked. His hand worked furiously now, his strokes punctuated by his gasps.
König leaned in even closer, his nose almost touching the screen. He could almost feel the heat of her pussy, though most likely blinded by the actual heat of his laptop.
He was clutching his already hard cock beneath his desk, watching her tease her bunny cunt with one of her fatter pairs of dildo's. König always preferred the bigger sizes. It lets him know that she's able to take dick around his size.
She gently eased the tip of the thick pink phallic into her hole, preparing herself. König was an impatient man, having already tipped $20 with a message along the lines of 'put it in already'.
The man's eyes narrowed as her fingers wrapped around the base of the dildo. He watched as she parted her legs, revealing the tight, bunny tail butt plug already lodged within her. The plug twitched slightly with each shallow thrust.
König stroked his fat cock to the lewd sight. He needed to pound and destroy this cute girl in his own bed. The sound of her wetness filling the room.
She finally addressed the camera, "Should I go deeper?" she cooed, her voice a sweet melody that sent shivers down his spine. She was more than fit enough to take the dildo but... she had to be entertaining.
He felt frustration as he watched her toy with the thick, pink dildo. The anticipation was unbearable. His hand moved faster, stroking his erection. What a whore, he thought. Her fan base had grown substantially since she started this gig. She'd discovered early on that the key to success was keeping them guessing, keeping them on the edge of their seats. So, she danced around the topic, letting them think they could control her with their tips.
kkcod _217 tipped $55 - 'shove it in cute bunny'
He watched his donation softly ring out on the screen, catching the attention of her doe eyes.
"Mmm... should I? I don't know..." she whined, only pushing the dildo in past the tip before stopping.
With a furious tap on his keyboard, he sent another $70 her way, his message clear: "I would've railed that dick so deep in you by now." He watched as the notification popped up on her end of the screen.
She bit her bottom lip, considering the words of this anonymous user, the dildo hovering just outside her pussy.
Finally, with a sigh, she lowered the toy, pressing its tip against her entrance. König's eyes widened, his pulse quickening as he watched her push it in. The sight of her stretching around the thick shaft was almost too much to bear.
He wished it was his cock invading her, not a mere silicone stand-in. The plug in her ass wiggled as she took the dildo deeper, and she let out a gasp that was music to his ears. He stroked himself faster.
"I'm just a little college bunny," she giggled, pushing the dildo in another inch. "Maybe I need some more... encouragement."
Her cheeks flushed a delicious shade of pink and her eyes sparkled with mischief. She knew exactly what to say to get the tips rolling in and kkcod_217 was always eager to indulge her. He loved watching her squirm and beg, loved the way her tits bounced in that tight bunny costume every time she took another dollar's worth of silicon dick.
The tip notifications chimed in rapid succession as he typed in another message, along with an $90 tip, "Show us that tight little asshole, bunny. Make it gape."
Her smile grew wider, a glint of excitement in her eyes. She reached behind her, gripping the base of the plug and pulled it out with an obscene pop. The camera zoomed in on the pert hole, glistening with lube.
"Thank you for the tips Getnasty 007, cuntishcoutoure, laufto69, and kkcod_217."
She pushed the plug back in with a sigh of pleasure, making sure to keep her eyes on the camera. The sight of her, dressed up like that, was too much for him. He couldn't get enough of the age difference between the two of them. She, a young, carefree college student, and him, a man who had seen enough of the world to know what he liked and wasn't afraid to pay for it.
He watched as she slammed the dildo into her cunt, the sound of it smacking against her flesh echoing through his quiet room. The chat exploded with lewd comments, each one fueling the fire in his belly. He knew she was just acting, playing the part of the coy, eager-to-please slut for the camera.
But before he could come, her eyes flitted directly into the camera with a knowing smile, "Someone wants to see master's little bunny hoe get fucked hard, huh?"
König watched as she began to fuck herself harder, the dildo disappearing into her with each push. Her cheeks flushed a beautiful shade that matched the glow of the room. Her eyes rolled back, a silent yelp of pleasure that made his own cock throb with envy.
He sent another tip, this one for $100. The number was bold, a declaration of his perverted love. "Fuck yourself like the little slut you are," he typed, his heart racing as he awaited her reaction.
She began to moan louder, her cries bouncing off the walls of his small room. The dildo was buried to the hilt now, her pussy gripping it tightly with every thrust. Her hand moved to her clit, teasing the sensitive bud with feather-light touches.
He could feel his climax approaching, his balls tightening with each stroke. She was lost in her own world, his little bunny to 'fuck' whenever he desired. He stroked faster, his mind racing with images of her squirting all over his bed, begging for his cum.
As she reached the peak of her pleasure, her pussy clenching around the dildo in spasms of ecstasy. He couldn't hold back any longer. With a final, desperate thrust, he came, his seed spurting onto the desk in a hot, sticky mess. His vision swam, the room spinning as he rode the waves of his climax.
König knew he would need to fill that void with the only thing that brought him true satisfaction: watching her and making her his own personal cam whore. The man closed his laptop with a sigh, already anticipating the next stream with the college bunny who had captured his heart and corrupted his soul.
f!reader finds out she’s pregnant after a night with könig and he also finds out with you in the bathroom. but it doesn’t help his massive breeding kink so he ends up railing reader against the bathroom sink and trying to fuck his babies into you again like a nasty dog. he doesn’t have to worry about pulling out anymore because you’re “already pregnant”
Warnings/Tags: 18+ work!! minors shoo flyyyyy - drabble, submissive jayce, attempted dirty talk, cussing, sub fantasies, puupy dog jayce, slave jayce?, m!masturbation, brief nipple play overstim, assistant!reader, use of 'master', f!reader implied but no use of feminie pronouns — tell me if I've missed anything!
The flickering lamplight cast long, dancing shadows across Jayce's workshop, illuminating the intricate gears and gleaming metals of his latest invention. But his mind wasn't on the intricate workings of his hammer.
It was consumed by the images you.
He imagined your hands, tracing the contours of his chest, your fingers lingering on the rise and fall of his muscles. A low moan escaped his lips as he brought his own hand to his arousal, the rough fabric of his gloves a poor substitute for your touch.
But nevermind that, he was quick to tear it off his hands.
Tonight, his hand was wrapped around his lengthy, fat cock, stroking to his terrible sketches of you in his personal notebook. His fingers slid over his slick tip, covered in pre-cum. Jayce couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust his hand into his fist, his eyes rolling back as he cried out.
"Need you..." he managed to mutter out his wet, drooling lips from his weak attempts on spitting on his cock to lubricate it. Leaning forward, he fisted his rock-hard erection. Waves of longing crashed over him as he imagined running his hands over your skin or trailing kisses down your neck. Jayce pumped his dick furiously, his breathing ragged.
“I’m fucking myself just for you.” The wet sounds grew lewder every stroke.
Beads of sweat trickled down Jayce's forehead. He quickened his pace as his desire reached a feverish peak. He was already incredibly close to cumming and was about to cover a sketched picture of you with his load.
Closer and closer he brought himself. He was palming his thighs with his free hand like he was pawing at your tits. He needed to worship you, slap, suck, praise your breasts. Dammit, he needed to draw you nude one day.
Visions of you playing coy, batting your eyes, teasing him with every little glance, "Won't you leash me one day? Woof..." It was a disgustingly pathetic noise that escaped his throat. If he had a tail, he'd be wagging it like crazy.
He could still hear your laughter from the lab, feel the warmth emanating from your body when you stood too close as you showed him your experimental results. Jayce was quick to abandon pawing idly at his thighs and wrapped his hand around his swollen cock.
With both of his hands fisting his slick erection, he pumped faster. He leaned against his desk, furiously and desperately thrusting into his hand as if he was thrusting into your warm cunt. Subconsciously, he rose from his seat, putting most of his weight now against his desk.
"Fuck me, please..." he whined out like a kicked puppy.
Jayce let his hands fall away, clutching the edge of the table while staring at your portraits. Instead, ground his hips against the metal of his workbench, the sensation agonisingly not enough. He bit his lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. He was close, so close, his body trembling and shuddering with every thrust.
He fisted his cock once more, desperately pounding into the table as if he would be pounding you against it. His broad hips would bang against the table, shaking whatever items were listed on top along with wet plaps of his throbbing cock into his hand.
"...Cumming!" With a strained whimper, he blew his load all over his sketches of you, streaks of thick cum covering the brown paper and his workbench. He quivered, his hips stuttering as he slowly but harshly thrusted against the table to draw out his orgasm.
His hazy, glossy eyes ran over his current situation. He looked over the spurts of cum all over the table. He wished this cum ended up inside you instead of wasting it all over his work space.
Jayce glanced down at his aching cock, feeling it soften only a bit but maintaining its erection. He bit his lip like a happy dog. His motions slowed as the first aftershocks subsided, but his excitement remained charged.
"Please keep fucking me, master..." he winced out with all the breath he could muster from his lungs. Reaching down, Jayce began to gently stroke his overly sensitive cock, eliciting small moans from the back of his throat as fresh arousal built. With every stroke, his hips jolted.
He imagined your face, your eyes wide with pleasure as he brought you to orgasm. He could almost taste you, smell you, feel your body beneath his. He thrust his into hand experimentally, plunging his overstimulated cock back into his warm, cum-covered fist. He cried out, his body convulsing with pleasure.
"Master! Woof... master." He barked out. Jayce brought his free hand up below his uniform and towards his pecs, searching for his sensitive nipples. With a pathetic cry, he pinched and flicked his nipples in time with his sloppy thrusts. He moaned, his head thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut.
He came quickly again with a shudder, his body trembling with the force of his release. He slumped back against his workbench, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He looked down at his hand, still stained with his own cum. His cock was yet to soften completely, a stubborn knot of horniness refusing to subside. He thrust into his hand again, the motion a desperate attempt to recapture the intensity of his release.
The sticky residue mirrored the mess he felt inside, a raw, chaotic cloud of lust. He moaned, his voice hoarse, a low, guttural sound that was swallowed by the silence of the workshop. Jayce tiredly slumped back into his chair, desperately stroking himself, giving up using his tired hips.
He pumped his cock harder, faster, driven by a need that bordered on pure greed. The image of you, your face, your body, your pleasure, fueled him. He was a furnace, burning with a white-hot intensity, consumed by the need to worship you.
He imagined your eyes shut with pleasure as he obeyed your commands. He imagined your body arching beneath him, your breath catching in sharp gasps as he pushed deeper and deeper. He imagined your name, a sweet melody on his lips, a word of power as you pulled on a leash that surrounded his neck.
The fantasy shifted, taking on a darker, more sinister tone. You were no longer the object of his desire, but his master. He was your plaything, a toy existing solely to fulfill your every whim.
"Can I go deeper, master?" He panted. Jayce imagined the leather biting into his skin, the rough texture against his sensitive flesh. He imagined your hand, gripping the leash, pulling him closer, deeper into your cunt. He imagined your voice, issuing commands, pushing him to his limits. The limits he so craved.
He stroked continued to pump his overstimulated cock, crying out and twitching but not tapping out. His body a marionette, dancing to your invisible strings when you weren't really there. He was simply feeding off of his imagination. Trapped in his own desires, cumming and cumming over and over.
Each orgasm a drug he consumed, followed by a crushing wave of emptiness. He was addicted, a slave to his own twisted fantasies. By the time he was 'done', he was out cold, drooling, covered in cum, and mumbling your name.
"You fucked me so good, master." He lolled out once more.
Post Notes: now that i think about it, i shouldve made jayce SQUIRT 🥲
