Kieran is a good person, he genuinely is. But he gets one taste of you and he just can't stop. He'll hold your hips and press himself down onto you, working his hips, working his cock in and out of you while he's panting and whining in your ear. His balls slapping against your clit/balls as he fucks you from behind. It's hard to stop him when he gets in that mood, he can't help but empty himself inside you. His cock twitching while he's whining and drooling on your neck. He wouldn't stop fucking you, even after he cums. His cock is so sensitive and it almost feels like too much but he just keeps going, he might even cum a second time and really fill you up with his cum, his balls twitching as he whines pathetcally. You have to tie him down to get control of him, he watches in amazement as you ride him. He can't escape the ropes, he can only lie there and watch you as you bounce up and down on his cock, watching as it dissapears into your hole and as your tits/cock bounce up and down enticingly. You'll edge him and deny him over and over until he's begging you to make him cum. You let him and once you get off, you grab his cock and run your palm over the wet head. He can't get away from the overstimulation, he can only cry and beg you to stop as you force him to cum again and again, until his cum is watery and clear, until no liquid is coming out but he's still shivering and having dry orgasms.
Sweet boy, he's surprised when you show interest in him, but he's happy.
He enjoys following you around camp like a puppy, eager for any attention you may give him. He loves chatting with you while he does his chores.
He's always a bit nervous, scared he'll overstep a boundary he didn't know was there. He moves slowly and gently through a relationship.
He wants to be held though he isn't sure how to say it. He touches you carefully, a hand on your shoulder when he laughs, or fixing your hair for you. His touch is always polite and he watches you like he's scared you'll bite.
Loves to pick flowers for you. He makes small bouquets for you and gives them to you in private. When he learned you kept all of them in a box, he nearly cried.
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He has no idea what he's doing. He's not a virgin, but he has very few experiences.
He would prefer you take the lead. If you're a virgin or you don't know what you're doing, get ready for some very awkward experimentation together.
He would never bring it up to you, probably because he doesn't even know about it until he tries it, but the feeling of a collar on his neck is very grounding. He loves to feel the pressure on his throat and he enjoys it when you pull on it. He might refuse to take it off and would hide it under a handkerchief when in public.
In private, he'd like it if you could hold the leash to his collar. He might be open to some puppy play but he'll feel like a complete idiot the entire time.
If you let him top you, just know that he's gonna go very fast and he'll probably cum too quick. He likes missionary and being able to press his face into your neck or chest while he whimpers and fucks you with a frenzied pace. He just has no self-control when he feels so good. He always makes it up to you.
No idea how to go down on someone but he's a good learner. He probably can't take cock too far down his throat. He's very enthusiastic though, he eats pussy like it's his last meal. You might be able to convince him to eat your ass, but he'll think it's gross.
His balls are really sensitive and he does not like them being touched.
You can tie him down and I even think he'd prefer that. He likes how grounding the rope feels around him and how it almost hugs him. He loves watching you and not being able to physically stop you. In his mind, he isn't a pervert because it's you that's doing all the nasty things to him.
His cock leaks a lot of pre cum during the act. A lot. His cum is a bit watery and not very thick. It squirts out of him and lands everywhere. If you lick it off of him, he might pass out.
He likes the smell of you, he thinks your sweat smells good and he'd press his face into your hair to breathe you in.
He begs a lot during sex. Most of the time, he doesn't even know what he's begging for. He just clings to you and pants and whimpers in your ear.
He loves to cuddle after sex, he gets very clingy, more clingy than normal, and won't let you leave the bed.
this might be an odd request but could you write hcs for Kieran with a very protective and motherly partner ? >_< someone (perhaps an older woman) who takes care of him like a mom would (not necessarily supposed to be fauxcest type but if u wanna go that way u can!)
Kieran x motherly F!Reader
He likes it when you hold him at night. He lies close to you and sleeps peacefully.
It surprises him the first time you stand up for him. He's used to people not caring about him, and knowing someone like you cares makes him fall head over heels.
He follows you around like a lost puppy, always under your feet and begging a scrap of attention.
He jumps at the chance to help you with anything you need help with, especially anything to do with your horse.
He feels a bit guilty and uncomfortable when you take care of him, but he also really enjoys it.
He likes it when you flutter around him and make sure everything is in order.
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He might call you mommy. It'll just slip out in the heat of the moment and his face will go so red, he's so embarrassed.
He likes it when you tie him up and ride him. He can't tell if he wants to stare at your bouncing tits or where your pussy is sliding up and down on his shaft. He loves the feeling of your ass hitting his balls with every bounce.
He is obsessed with your breasts, he sucks on your nipples, and kneads the flesh in his hands.
He'll lie between your legs and lick your clit for hours if you want, while you read or write. He moans softly and can't help but hump the ground or bed.
He stays still when you give him a blowjob, scared to accidentally choke you (though there's not much to choke on). He has to look away because looking down at you while your lips are stretched around his shaft can make him cum in an instant.
He prefers you be in control but if you let him take charge and fuck you, he'll try to be respectful but it feels so good inside you and his hips buck uncontrollably at a rabbit fast pace. He holds you, squeezing your soft flesh and panting and whimpering in your ear.
He just falls apart in your hands, you can make him do anything. He loves it when you praise him and tell him how good he's doing, not just in bed, but how good a person he is and how good he's been around camp.
He still enjoys being tied up. Just light bondage that makes him feel helpless and completely in your control.
I think he might cry just a little bit during sex, he's just so overwhelmed with the pleasure and love he's feeling.
He enjoys it when you teach him new things. You have to because he's not experienced.
He's surprised when you set rules but he does his absolute best to follow them. He feels extremely guilty when he makes a mistake. He knows that means he must be punished and he starts shaking a bit.
Whatever the punishment is, Kieran takes it like a good boy. He might cry just a little during it.
Hello! I really love your writing, especially when you write Micah, you get his character so well! Since you wrote a oneshot for Micah who masturbates, I was wondering if you could maybe write something similar with Kieran if that's okay. Thank you anyways, have a great day!
Thanks for the kind words! <3
I don’t know how well I captured Kieran here but I tried. I hope you like this.
The sun was starting to set, and the laughing and talking were slowing down. Kieran was carrying hay bales to the horses when Arthur stopped him.
“I heard that Sadie Adler woman wants to cut yer dick off and feed it to her horse!” His voice slurred a bit; he was clearly drunk, and the bottle in his hand supported that idea.
Kieran frowned and shrugged his shoulders. “Very funny.”
“I told her it wouldn’t make much of a meal!”
Kieran ignored that line and kept walking. The only person in camp who seemed to like him was Mary-Beth. The only living creatures who loved him were the horses.
The horses were kind to him; they saw what Kieran did for them, and they loved him for it. Kieran spent most of his time around them. He thought it funny how each horse almost looked like their owner in a way.
Once he was done feeding them, he brushed them and by the time that was done, it was night. Kieran slept near the horses with nothing but a pillow. He wasn’t complaining, though; he was just grateful to be alive. He lay down on his side, curled up in a fetal position with his head resting on the pillow. Around him, the horses breathed slowly and deeply. The wind blew gently through the trees above him, whispering secrets Kieran couldn’t catch. He found himself relaxing further, staring at one of the campfires still burning in the night air, far away from him.
The peace settled into his bones, and for once in a long time, he almost felt safe. Kieran squirmed a bit and then rolled over, his body seemed to have a mind of its own and wasn’t interested in falling asleep. He tried to relax again, but now there was a new ache in his body, a warmth blooming in his lower stomach and spreading down to his groin.
His brows furrowed in confusion and surprise. It had been a long time since his body had found itself in this condition, with his poor cock twitching alive in his pants, eager for any friction. Kieran let out a huff of air and closed his eyes tightly. But his body refused to be ignored and the longer he feigned sleep, the harder it became to ignore the thought of how good it would feel to indulge his body in sinful pleasure. He hadn’t done that in a very long time.
He lifted his head and looked around, but nobody was there; it was just the horses. He couldn’t even hear someone snoring or talking. He propped himself up on one elbow while his other hand rested on his lower stomach. Kieran's heart was beating quickly in his chest as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. His flesh was eager for contact and strained up against his underwear, searching for anything to rub against.
Kieran decided he could do it quickly and get it over with, just this one time. He cupped his member through his underwear, and his hips bucked up instinctively. “Oh,” Kieran squeezed and shivered.
He bit his lip and let himself go, he still felt scared. His hands hesitated at the waistband of his pants. He wanted to take them off so he could have full access to himself, but thinking it over he knew it was a bad idea. Instead, he slipped a hand below his pants and into his underwear. Kieran decided that if anyone came near, he might be able to pretend he had just been peeing. It would be a flimsy excuse, but knowing he had an excuse eased some of his fears.
His hand curled around his cock and he dropped his head back with a small whimper. He was oversensitive, every move he made sent lightning up his spine. His mind began to wander as he stroked himself slowly, tentatively, in an almost fearful manner. He imagined a woman, a nice woman, a woman with soft hands slowly stroking him. “Ahh…” Pre cum was welling up at the head, and in his mind, the woman rubbed her palm over it, cruelly overstimulating him and his own hand copied the motion.
His hips bucked, both from pleasure and a bit of pain. Kieran began to jerk himself off properly, sliding his hand up and down himself in fast, desperate strokes. His thighs flexed and he fought not to buck his hips and ruin the rhythm. A wet spot was growing on the front of his underwear where his member strained against the fabric. He panted and red splotches appeared on his chest and face. He wanted to keep his eyes open, he wanted to stay aware of his surroundings, but it was a struggle. He felt his control was rapidly falling away from him, he wanted more, more pleasure.
It was too tight in his pants, and he could feel the back of his hand begin to chafe as it rubbed against his underwear. He felt his balls clench but just before he could cum, he heard a twig break.
Kieran's eyes shot open, wide as wheels. He sat up and pulled his shirt down over his crotch. His eyes scanned the darkness, he willed himself to stop breathing so hard so he could listen. But there was nothing there.
He thought he should probably go to sleep now. Maybe the interruption had been a sign warning him, telling him to stop sinning like a desperate pervert. He hung his head in shame and felt his lip quiver. When he lay back down, he grabbed his pillow and tugged it close to him. His fly was still down, and his cock was still hard, but he curled up his legs close to his chest so his crotch was hidden.
He pressed his face to his pillow which was soft and smelled like grass and dirt. His mind wandered again, though he didn't want it to. He imagined he was lying on a woman's chest, holding her. His cock twitched in interest at the fantasy. Kieran breathed softly into the pillow and held it close to him. He kissed the soft fabric and blushed furiously at his own pathetic actions.
An idea came to him, a terrible one, a disgusting one. He took a deep breath and got up on his knees, staring down at the pillow in front of him. He felt so stupid but his neglected member was drooling where it was trapped in his underwear. He held the pillow between his legs and moved his hips forward slowly in an unsure movement. The friction felt delicious and he sighed.
He imagined the woman beneath him, spreading her legs with a smile and welcoming him close. Kieran rolled his hips awkwardly, looking for the best motion, for the best angle. “Ah, fuck!” He knew he should be quiet, but he couldn't help it. He thrust his hips faster, desperately chasing the pleasurable friction that made his toes curl in his boots. Sweat beaded on his forehead and tears at the corners of his eyes. He fell forward, pressing his face into the grass that tickled his face while his legs twitched behind him, trying to brace himself against the earth.
Drool dripped from his open mouth as he panted and whimpered. His hips were working in a frenzied manner, faster than he could think. “Oh! Oh! Please, pleassse!” He whined, not knowing what he was begging for. Maybe begging to cum, but he was the only one who could do that for himself. In his mind, the woman was moaning in his ear, urging him on, and how could he say no to her? “Yes, yes, yes…” He babbled.
He pressed himself even closer to the pillow trapped beneath his hips, the muscles in his ass flexing with each move. Kieran could feel himself rapidly approaching climax. He knew he shouldn't cum on the pillow but when he tried to get up, his body wouldn't allow it. It wasn't his fault, really, his body was just overpowering the logical side of him, his cock was thinking for him. His cock was thinking the pillow felt good and inviting and that he should never stop working his hips down into it.
“No, no, nooooo…” Kieran whined but he couldn't stop. He shivered and tensed and pressed his hips down ever closer to the soft pillow and suddenly he was coming. Suddenly, he was emptying his balls with a long, drawn-out moan. His hips still twitched forward, fucking the pillow through his orgasm. Cum spilled out of him, streaming out like piss; hot, wet, and sticky.
He hid his face in the grass, not wanting to get up. Small fireworks were still going off all over his body, making him feel warm and mindless. He felt uncomfortably wet and ashamed. He lifted himself slowly and looked down at his crotch. His cock was softening, happy and satisfied with the pleasant orgasm. Cum had filled his underwear and made a huge wet spot on his pillow.
“Shit!” Kieran whispered and frowned at the stain. He groaned and shivered, feeling upset with himself. But he had to admit it had felt good; he felt satisfied and sleepy, but he knew he had to clean up before he could get some rest.
He picked his pillow up off the ground and held it over his crotch. He stared at the ground, almost hoping the kind woman would actually form from nothing. Of course, she didn't appear. So, he dropped his head as he walked guiltily to the river.
I need to write more about Kieran, he deserves to feel good. Someone should tie him down and make him cum over and over until he's begging for mercy.
Ermm hi there 😅 I know you usually write for Micah, but would you ever consider writing some more for Kieran?? I love your writing, and if you ever get around to it, I’d love to see any crumbs of him I can get!! 🙏
I love Kieran and I will most certaintly get around to writing more about him. I don't think there's enough stuff out there about him. I can't get it out of my mind how vulnerable he looked when he was tied to that tree, no way to escape. Kieran deserved so much better! All the kisses and hugs in the world should go to Kieran.
