#kom fic

[1angeld]

PRIESTON SMUT PLS

ANYTHING YOU WANT, I JUST NEED IT 😝😝😝

"My Dear…"

Prieston the Priest x Reader

KoM

Smut

Warnings: collar uses, leash play, praise, cock sucking, mentions of size differences, cuming in your throat, fucked up religion(?), deep throating, throat fucking

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: WHO MISSED MEEEEEEEEE (nobody)

At first glanced, he seemed very intimating. Gentle eyes, a soft smile, and his hand currently holding your leash while forcing you to look up at him, his smile widening as he watched as you squirmed under his heated gaze and making you press your thighs together, hiding your obvious arousal. Seeing you on your knees in front of him has sparked something inside him, like the thought of you being under his mercy was arousing enough. And he made sure to make it obvious that he is the one in control. "My dear, you seem to be shaking. Is my authority that intimidating to you?" His eyes sparkled, making you flinch and stare down at your lap. But as soon as you did, you felt the violent tug of your leash that was strong enough to make you stumble forward and land on your hands, your eyes now glued to the ground.

"No no, sweet human. I want you to keep looking at me." He coos sickeningly, causing you to whimper and feel a shiver down your spine. With your lips pressed together embarrassingly, you finally looked up from the ground and looked at him, making Prieston chuckle. "Good. Very good…" He sighs before reaching to his own robe, and untying it slowly, presenting you his naked puppet body, and his cock springing out and staring at you, making you look at the intimidation of his huge size, and his leaking pointy tip that is dripping down to your lap, your throat bobbing from the force of your swallow. "You seem to be really enjoying setting me off. This is your reminder that at the end of this day, you are mine. Don’t make me repeat myself, dear." His smile softened, and he tilted his head to gauge at your reaction. Like a predator looking at their prey before they pounced on them to savor their flavor. He pulled your leash along, making you bump the tip of your nose against his tip, his pre-cum smudging your skin and making you smell his musky scent.

With trembling lips, you slowly parted them, and with a soft breath against his heated dick, you engulfed his tip first, your tongue stroking his slit while your teeth slightly grazing the meaty head, making Prieston shudder and let out a sigh.

While you are on your knees, he is in control. It makes him feel powerful and fully turned on, knowing that you are on your knees for him. Not Jestyn, not Knighter, not even the damn butler. Just him. Your handsome priest that wants to drown your old sins away and cover them with new ones. After nudging his hips forward and forcing you to open your mouth wider, he shudders. A deep, bone chilling shudder that makes him let out a small noise. It was barely audible, but with the way his cock twitched in your mouth gave you the answer that you wanted. Or needed. With a heavy breath through your nose, you stroked your tongue along his base, trailed your saliva all around his meaty dick, and gently massaged his balls. You were being slow, you were being careful, and Prieston didn’t like that. He wanted to see tears forming in your eyes, he wanted to see you quiver and choke around his cock while you tried to accommodate to his size. With gentle movements, he reached one hand down and gently stroked your cheek, while nudging his hips more forward, making you swallow more of his dick.

He expected you to retract, to gag and tell him that you weren’t ready to take him fully yet. But to his surprise, you didn’t complain. You didn’t squirm away, you didn’t gag, you didn’t even look at him with fear. No, you just closed your eyes and brought his dick even more into your mouth, his tip resting inside your throat while you pulled your head back all the way to where his tip was the only thing inside, before deepthroating his entire length, making Prieston audibly gasp and instantly hold onto your strands of hair, your warm and wet mouth creating this addicting friction that almost makes him see stars behind his eyelids. He lets out a shuddering sigh, and finally stopped holding back. If you truly did enjoy this, then what’s the point of him being gentle with you? He held the leash firmly in his grasps, forcing you to stay in one spot while his other hand held onto your hair, his hips pulling back for a moment, before he thrusted into your mouth, making you gasp around his length and look up, only to see the most gentlest smile you had seen in this man. Like the discomfort of you choking around his cock put him in a good mood. Maybe even made him forget about your punishment in the first place.

While holding your head in place, and keeping the leash tugged, he started fucking into your mouth with sudden eagerness, his balls slapping against your chin repeatedly while nudging his tip further and further down your throat, making you let out this small gargling noise that echoed around his chambers. He was rough, and yet the whole time, he kept whispering sweet praises above you, his voice smooth like honey, while his hand that was holding onto your hair softened and cupped the back of your head. His praises were calculated and meaningful, like he knew what to say exactly. What to say to you.

"You’re amazing…"

"God, look at you. If only I could pray to this everyday."

"You make the heavens cry from your sheer beauty right now."

"Keep going, you’re doing so well."

It made your heart stutter, and your eyes watering at the overwhelming feeling of his soft voice, his smooth words, and his thick cock pounding into your mouth so much that you were worried he left a bruise somewhere. But you didn’t stop. The words of encouragement gave you the energy to slurp and suck his dick like a sweet treat, the filthy and lewd sounds coming from your mouth is enough to fluster anyone that would walk by. And then Prieston felt it. That familiar knot forming at his gut while his balls tightened, and his puppet body reacting on its own, his hips suddenly moving much more faster and harder, and his lips parted to let out small groans that you could barely hear due to the slapping of his balls against you. But you did hear him more clearly when he spoke in a more louder tone. "My dear, will you swallow everything? I am afraid I don’t have the willpower to pull out of your warmness…" He breathed out, his teeth slightly gritting as he tried to hold back his own orgasm. Just as those words escaped his sinful lips, he felt the feeling of your throat squeezing around his cock, and your mouth now fully engulfing his length, your nose pressed against his body while your hands held onto his thighs tightly.

That was his final straw.

With a loud groan, he kept your head still while burying his cock deeper into your mouth, his cum flowing out rapidly and filling up your throat almost instantly, making you gag and swallow everything. But his load was too much that some started dripping down your chin, making you shudder and moan.

This wasn’t a punishment for you. It felt like a reward, a permanent mark that Prieston will leave on you to let anyone know you’re his. And that makes you want to push his buttons once more.

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A/N: I can’t believe the person who was my VERY first requester on tumblr is one of my favorite vn creators I’m gonna explode.

[aevellove]

This idea popped into my head cause my MC OC for KOM is into cosplay. I CAN'T DRAW FAST BUT I CAN WRITE DUMP–

[Name], or rather, you, have always been into cosplay. However, when the tribulations of adulthood came rearing its head, you're forced to say goodbye to the wonders that are anime conventions.

The thought was pushed to the back of your mind when job hunting became a priority. Thus, when you were on break during your little guard shift, in the office, in the Kingdom of Marionettes, you had made the unintentional blunder of scrolling through your favourite social media and being slapped in the face by posts after posts of people enjoying themselves in an anime convention. Cosplay pics; cute merch; fan performances; everything of which you had to give up to scavenge as much money as possible for rent and food.

How nice, you thought to yourself as a tear slipped down your cheek. Maybe one day I'll get to try out cosplay and go to a convention again, but for now ... for now, sayonara, my anime conventions!

"Your Majesty?!"

You jumped. With a smile but your (dramatic) tears still flowing, you awkwardly to Jestyn. "Oh, hey Jestyn. What's—"

He only took three strides to reach you and cupped your face. "Your Majesty, pray tell what is wrong? Art thou hurt somewhere?"

You held his hands, unable to shake your head. "No no no no. That's not it. I was just reminiscing."

"Reminiscing? So a bad memory?" His eyes darkened. "Was it a fool who wronged you still?"

One part of you wanted to answer that question honestly; that yes, indeed, there were many that wronged you, but you've done thought nothing of them now at this point. Maybe except for the ones who got you into debt.

"No, no. When I say reminiscing, I was moreso reflecting." You managed to pry his hand away and looked down at your phone. You tilted the screen slightly to Jestyn, who leaned over to take a closer look. "See this? I was mourning over my abstinence on cosplay and conventions."

Jestyn tilted his head. "I understand the term conventions, as it seems these humans are all in gathering, but what is cosplay?"

Ah, right, I forgot he probably doesn't know much slang. You sweatdropped. "Cosplay is just short for costume play."

"Oh! So these humans in their garbs, horns, and refined pieces are all in costumes and playing a role?"

"Not necessarily playing a role, but the reason they do dress in these costumes is an homage to characters of their favourite anime—er, I mean, plays!"

"Interesting. How interesting." Jestyn hummed. He leaned a little too close to your face, while his hand reached out to your hand that was holding your phone. Fingers brushing; his cheeks reddening ever a tad: he continued, "Say, Your Majesty, judging from what you told me before, I can assume you were a frequent participant in this sort of gathering?"

You nodded. "Yeah. I really like to cosplay and visit cons, meeting other cosplayers and all. But transport, food, and cosplaying can get costly."

"I see ... Then if it will please you, would you like for me and the other puppets to hold a 'convention' for you, Your Majesty? We should still have a variety of costumes to choose from."

You laughed softly. "That's sweet of you Jestyn—"

His smile widened.

"—but it's fine. I do like the idea though, maybe some day soon we can hold a sort of costume party. Maybe masquerades? Fitting, won't it?"

"Ah, masquerades! Yes, that would surely be a most fitting and wonderful party for this kingdom. Should I prepare you a beautiful garment for you, Your Majesty?"

"If it's something like a dress, no thanks." Just then, a memory struck you. You brought your phone slightly closer to your face (which caused your hand to be out of Jestyn's hold much to his dismay), you clicked onto your gallery app. You found what you wanted: a picture of yourself with a bit of makeup dressed in a butler's outfit. With one look, you smiled to yourself, taking in the memory, before you remembered you wanted to show the picture to Jestyn.

"I usually like to cosplay like this, Jestyn," you explained, not noticing how his joints stiffened. "Times like this is only when I wear makeup. What do you think? Do I look cool?"

He didn't answer.

"Jestyn?"

He just stared at the pic.

"Uhh, Jestyn?"

"May I ask thee a question, Your Majesty?"

"Oh, uh, sure."

"Do these 'cosplay conventions' encourage for two people to come together?"

"You mean ... like a duo or a couple? Yeah. Sometimes I see couples doing couple cosplays. Ooh, this gives me an idea! I'll ask Butley if he wants to match with me. You know what, I'm gonna call for him — Jestyn, where are you going?"

"To Butley, Your Majesty."

"Oh, are you going to call him for me?"

"Not quite." Jestyn merely gave you a smile then continued out of the door.

(Later, when your shift was about to end, Butley informed you he couldn't find his spare uniform.)

[1angeld]

The pregnancy literature written by the teacher is so warm and loving... I‘m so happy to read it... I’m sorry, I may be a little greedy... Can we get other people such as Wizzy or Prieston? Or more of jestyn and knighter... This... is really great!!! You are really awesome. I really like your work very much...! ( I‘m sorry that I’m not a native English speaker. I use a translator. If the translation makes you feel uncomfortable or don‘t understand, I’m sorry. It‘s not my intention😭😭)

Wizzy and Prieston x Pregnant Reader

KoM

Fluff

No Warnings

A/N: thank you so much for loving my work! It amazes me that my work attracts a lot of you!

Wizzy the Wizard

Wizzy, compared to everyone else, is the most worried, but most lovable.

When you revealed to him that you were pregnant with his child, he was so shocked he almost passed out. But he quickly recovered and actually twirled you around, exclaiming that he will do his very best to take are of you and his baby.

When he said that, he shuddered and had to hold back tears. He just couldn't believe that this was happening.

Just expect him to be super attentive towards you. As months go by, he will notice the discomfort on yourself and how it's a struggle for you to even stand, and he always feels bad.

Sometimes he'll send the maids to your location whenever you complain about back pains, or swollen breasts, or even some aches around your body that you didn't even know could be sore.

They help you a lot, and when you come back feeling a little relaxed, he smiles brightly and can't help but call you beautiful.

When your belly gets bigger and the baby is starting to become more active, Wizzy will not let you go at all. You are at that stage where at any moment, your water will break and his baby will come, so he will be more protective than he usually is.

He actually found out by himself that the baby kicks and squirms inside you since he was talking to you and having his hand rested on top of your stomach. A habit that he has been doing for a while because it just feels so intimate for him.

While talking to you, he felt it. A small, but powerful kick that instantly made him pull his hand back and stare at your stomach with wide eyes. He really wasn't expecting that, and you can tell with the way he's stammering and trying to form words.

But the shock from it instantly melted into sheer adoration. He looks at you for confirmation, and when you smiled at him, his face breaks into a wide smile, and he can't help but tear up at the idea of his baby being alive.

Overall, he would be a very nervous, but ecstatic puppet and is willing to do everything for you when you are carrying an entire being inside you.

Oh, if you were wondering, he would scold Jestyn if he tried pranking you.

Prieston the Priest

He really wasn't expecting that. He was sure he was being careful whenever it came to intimacy with you. But he isn't scared. He finds the thought of being the father to your child was heart warming.

He would be the most calm when it comes to taking care of you. Asks the maid to prepare you a meal that helps with your pregnancy, lays next to you when you feel extra clingy at night, and etc.

When he sees your belly getting bigger, and your body starting to change, he sees that as his sign to be with you every step of the way. Whatever he is busy with will have to wait. After all, he has to be there for you.

He would would hold you in bed, rubbing your stomach and whispering in your ear that you are beautiful, with or without gaining weight, and he will cherish you for a long time.

He will judge you for your cravings though. When you tell him about it and how you are simply dying to get it, he looks at you with a blank expression, and says very calmly, "Are you sure?"

But he can't change your mind. So while still processing what you said, he tells the maids to prepare it.

When your belly is big, and the baby starts to become more active, he would sometimes place his hand on top of your stomach and smile warmly as he feels the small kicks and movements coming from inside you, and it does make him feel a little happy. Well, not even a little.

Prieston is very gentle with you, and quietly protective when it comes to your belly. If Jestyn even tries to pull a prank or has that mischievous look in his face, Prieston is quick to shut it down.