rasberry-jupiter

[rasberry-jupiter]

encore! drabble.

mdni 🤍 !! boypussy sunghoon x amab reader. obvious ot7 harem. implied 8th member reader. use of pussy, hole, and cunt as sunghoon's gential. big dick reader. cervix fucking, belly bulge, cum inflation/creampie, subtle breeding kink, minor dacryphilia, minor exhibitionism, unprotected sex (wrap that shit up por favor), p-in-v, minor cockwarming. lmk if i missed any tags.

The hotel suite was quiet, save for the low hum of the city outside the window. Their concert had ended hours ago, and the rest of the group was supposedly asleep—or pretending to be.

But Sunghoon wasn’t.

He stood near the window, still in his stage tank top and loose joggers, sweaty hair curling around his ears, skin flushed with something that hadn’t left with the lights and cheers.

He looked back when he heard the door click shut.

You stood there, calm, collected—older, taller, broader. Still in your black tee, tattoos peeking from your sleeves, looking at Sunghoon like you already knew why the younger boy had texted you “Room 1109” without explanation.

Sunghoon swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. “You came.”

“I always do when it’s you.”

That made Sunghoon’s legs shift subtly, thighs pressing together.

You walked over slowly. “You’re not even trying to hide how bad you want it tonight, huh?”

Sunghoon shook his head. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you… on stage. Thought about you splitting me open right after the encore. Want the others listening.”

That made you smile—dark, slow, indulgent.

“Take those off.”

Sunghoon obeyed quickly, stripping his top and pants, leaving nothing underneath. His hole was already slick, needy. You raised an eyebrow.

“Prepped yourself?”

Sunghoon nodded. “Didn’t want to waste time.”

“Good boy.”

You grabbed Sunghoon by the waist and tossed him gently onto the bed, watching how the younger twisted, already breathless from just being handled. Then you undressed—slow, deliberate, until you stood naked above him, cock heavy and thick, already leaking at the tip.

Sunghoon’s legs spread instinctively.

“Don’t tease,” he whispered. “I need it. I need all of it.”

You crawled over him, gripping his hips, and lined up without ceremony. “Then take it.”

You pushed in—slow only because you had to be. Sunghoon’s walls clung desperately, trembling as inch after inch filled him. He gasped, hands gripping the sheets, back arching.

“Fuck—fuck, it’s too big—”

“You took it before,” You growled, thrusting a little deeper, watching the way Sunghoon’s stomach bulged slightly from the pressure. “You can take it again.”

Sunghoon moaned, head tossing back against the pillow. “I feel it in my stomach—”

You pressed a hand to the center of his abdomen, right where the outline of your cock pushed up visibly. “Right here?”

Sunghoon whimpered. “Yes—”

You leaned in, hand still pressed to that bulge. “That’s your cervix, baby. I’m knocking against it.”

Sunghoon was crying now—pretty, breathless tears slipping from his eyes as you began to thrust, slow but merciless, grinding deep every time.

“Too deep—feels so good—feels so fucking good—”

You didn’t stop. You angled his hips just right to drag against that soft, trembling spot inside, again and again, until Sunghoon was shaking under you, babbling nonsense.

“You wanted this, didn’t you?” You said. “Wanted to be ruined. Wanted to feel me up in your belly.”

Sunghoon nodded helplessly. “I wanna feel full. I wanna be bred—just like the others.”

Your eyes darkened. “You love being part of my little secret, huh?”

Sunghoon clenched around you at that—tight and desperate.

“Bet they're listening right now,” he murmured. “Hard in bed, wishing it was them instead.”

Sunghoon let out a filthy moan.

You grabbed his hips and started fucking him harder—balls slapping, hips slamming, bed creaking beneath them. The wet squelch of Sunghoon’s pussy filled the room.

That bulge in his belly appeared with every thrust.

“You’re gonna come just from this,” You said, predicted even.

And he did.

Sunghoon came untouched, shaking, body locking up as his hole fluttered wildly around the thick cock inside him. His back arched, crying out your name, twitching through it.

But you weren't done.

You fucked him through the orgasm, pushing deep one last time and burying yourself to the hilt. Sunghoon screamed as he felt the heat flood him—load after load pouring deep into his cunt, making the bulge in his belly swell just a little more.

You collapsed over him, breathing heavy.

Sunghoon blinked up at you, dazed. “Don’t pull out yet.”

“Wasn’t planning to.”

They lay there, locked together, breathing mingling in the quiet room. Somewhere down the hall, a floorboard creaked.

And Sunghoon smiled.

“They’re gonna want a turn next.”

You chuckled against his throat.

“Good. I’ve got enough for all of you.”

morning after blooper

Sunghoon woke up first—barely.

His thighs ached. His hips felt bruised. His stomach still had a faint outline from where he’d been full all night. He groaned, rolling over onto his belly and immediately regretted it.

“Fuck me…” he mumbled, face half-squished into a pillow.

You, still blissfully half-asleep, reached over and lazily smacked his ass. “Already did. Several times.”

Sunghoon just whined.

He was about to say something else—maybe complain about how he’d never walk again—when the hotel door suddenly clicked open.

“Hyung? You left your—OH MY GOD—”

Jake.

Holding coffee.

Frozen in the doorway, staring at Sunghoon’s bare back and you sitting up shirtless, hair a mess, scratches all down your chest like proof.

“Dude!” Jake’s voice shot up an octave. “You said you locked the door!”

You blinked. “I thought I did.”

Sunghoon just pulled the pillow over his head and screamed.

Jake spun around, shielding his eyes with the coffee tray. “I did not need to see Sunghoon with his ass in the air at 8 AM!”

“Then close the door!” Sunghoon shouted from under the pillow.

Jake backed out blindly, bumping into the wall.

“Group chat is gonna eat this up,” he mumbled on his way out.

The door slammed shut.

Silence.

Then you leaned down next to Sunghoon’s ear.

“So… round two before they all show up?”

Sunghoon growled. “Only if you carry me the rest of the day.”

“Deal.”

[rasberry-jupiter]

Your heifer sukuna made me think about a really old wip/idea of mine with Mer!Sukuna.

Thinking about you, who sails the seas upon a ship full of pirates who HATE you, even though you've never really done anything. Maybe it's the envy they have for the way sirensong never seems to really affect you, and you get sent out to bait the ship's latest problem, a destructive mer that's been eating all their catch and breaking a new hole in the ship hull every other night. Sure, your crewmates didn't like you all that much, but you didn't think they'd actually send you out to get your face chewed off by a big merman. I bet sukuna's MASSIVE. Great white or Killer Whale, no one can really tell because anyone who's gotten close enough gets sent back in bones washed upon the shore. You've seen him enough times yourself, just little peaks from when he's destroying your fishnets to get the food inside, and the bastardous look he has when he locks eyes with you, stolen catch in his mouth. And that's how you end up in this position, blamed for feeding the theiving mer, or at the very least letting him getting away with it, and now you'll be his next dish. It wasn't your fault he had been so handsome upon first look, was it? And now you're stranded, kicked off your ship and left to rot on some rock in the middle of the ocean, until a familiar fin peaks out of the water and swims towards your direction. Now, Sukuna probably isn't the friendly type. He's all scars and big muscle, a powerful tail to keep him swimming fast through the water, and any pirate would tell you to keep far away from him, but when you see him now for the second time, how can you not feel drawn? He is beautiful, in all his scarred and massive beauty, unordinary and powerful. Instead of writing SOS in the sand, you spend your days on the islands attempting to catch fish that are shallow enough for you to grasp. And whatever you can find, you leave almost all of it out for the hungry mer in the water you know will find it. I'm sure Sukuna would find it insulting at first. Are you trying to trick him? What kind of idiot do you take him for? Until you start leaving little sea shells, conches, berries and pretty leaves you've found while scavenging, and unbeknownst to you, he thinks you're COURTING him, the confused and flustered thing, because of course you wouldn't know that your harmless gifts are practically a marriage proposal to merfolk. Imagine your surprise when you arrive at the shore for your daily offering only to find him sitting him half out of water, flushed, panting and in heat. Well, if you want to mate with him so badly, he may as well seal the bond and let you breed him, right? It's not like you have anything to lose, and you cannot deny you haven't felt a little more than friendly towards the handsome mer, so when he lets you practically pin him against the sandy floor, guiding your hands towards his wet cunt that's gently on display behind protective fins now splayed open welcomingly, how could you refuse him? You might not have read a book on how merfolk intercourse works, but you fuck him like you studied it your whole life, have him mewling and breaking skin with his claws against your back as you pound an imprint of him into the sand. Forget the size difference, even if you're a foot or two shorter, that long tail of his does nothing to hinder you other than curl up with pleasure at each of your thrusts. By the time the two of you are done, you're tired, your back covered in mild scratches and feeling very sticky, with a very satisfied and most certainly pregnant sukuna who is pink and giddy all over. (I love bottom sukuna with my whole life can you tell) -🎮

🎮 anon. your talent astounds me. this is THE holy grail. massive great white!sukuna with a pretty pink pussy splayed out for you is an image i can literally devour with eyes alone. just gonna leave this here for the people to appreciate.

(i can definitely tell. you’re really feeding us out here.)

[rasberry-jupiter]

“You Gonna Spoil Me or Not?”

Sugar Baby Bakugou AU —

Bakugou’s a pro-hero, sure... But being a hero doesn’t mean he has time to enjoy life. He works like a maniac, constantly risking his life, and underneath all that aggression? He’s tired. He’s touch-starved. He’s always been expected to be the strongest.

And then you come along. Rich. And completely unfazed by his temper.

“What the hell is this?” he growls the first time you leave a platinum credit card on his nightstand.

“It’s yours,” you say calmly, brushing his hair back. “For being good.”

“I’m not your pet—”

“No,” you say. “You’re mine.”

He’d be bratty as hell and in denial that he was your sugar baby always fighting it. “I don’t need your money.” Meanwhile he’s wearing designer joggers and a $500 cologne you picked out.

The first time you call him “princess” after handing him keys to a brand-new car? He throws a pillow at you and then drives it everywhere.

You’d buy him custom hero gear, imported straight from Italy. Titanium plated. Matte black. Red accents. A private training gym with everything tuned to his specs. Also you’d take him out to spa days he pretends to hate. “This is so dumb.” And then he falls asleep in the mud bath.

He’ll want to do something to pay you back and the only thing he can think of is pleasing you;

Katsuki will wake you up in the morning with a blowjob that feels like you're getting the life sucked out of you. As you look down to see him passionately jerking you off he’ll lock eyes with you and grin as he knows exactly what he’s doing.

When he feels bored he’ll go to your office just to bother you - he’’ll tease you on purpose so you will give up on trying to work and instead go fuck him.

He will roll his eyes and act like he’s being forced to fuck you for money - but he’ll never turn down new clothes.

[rasberry-jupiter]

8 that! (ate that). drabble.

mdni 😼 !! boypussy seonghwa x amab reader. power bottom hwa & service top reader if you squinttt (its obvious). implied 9th member reader. risky setting (they're literally doing allat on the couch but they dgaf), seonghwa. wearing. lace. panties. (#needthat). use of folds, pussy, lips, hole, clit, cunt, and entrance as seonghwa's gential. oral (s. receiving), minor fingering (s. receiving), cowgirl, unprotected sex (in my defense, they ran out of condoms), mention of birth control pill, 1st time raw, minor squirting, multiple orgasms if you think about it.

It started innocently, like most things with Seonghwa did.

A lazy afternoon, sunlight filtering through the curtains, the two of you tucked into the corner of the couch like you had no plans to move for the rest of the day. The drama playing on the TV had been long forgotten, reduced to background noise while Seonghwa half-lay across your lap, scrolling aimlessly on his phone, your hand casually massaging slow circles into his upper thigh.

“Comfy?” you murmured, your thumb grazing dangerously close to the hem of his shorts.

“Mhm.” He didn’t look up. “But your fingers are distracting.”

“You want me to stop?”

He paused. Then finally glanced at you, eyes lidded, lips curling into that subtle smirk he wore when he wanted trouble. “Did I say that?”

You let out a low chuckle and slid your hand a little higher. He was only wearing one of your oversized hoodies—soft gray cotton that hung halfway down his thighs—and you could feel just a sliver of bare skin beneath. No waistband. No shorts?

Your brows lifted. “Are you seriously naked under this?”

Seonghwa gave you an innocent look, like he didn’t know what you were talking about. “They’re lace,” he said, tone light, teasing. “You like them.”

“Oh, you little shit.”

Your hand slipped up between his thighs, and he shifted without protest, letting you explore. Sure enough, when your fingers brushed up against the delicate fabric, they came away wet. A soft patch of slick had soaked straight through the thin lace, and the sight of it—the feel of it—sent heat surging through your body.

“I knew you were acting bratty for a reason,” you muttered, leaning in so your lips brushed his temple. “You’ve been wet this whole time?”

“Maybe,” he whispered, sounding a little breathless now, voice betraying the calm expression on his face. “Thought you’d notice sooner.”

“I always notice, Hwa. I just like watching you squirm first.”

His legs parted instinctively, just a bit, the slow tease between your fingers making his thighs twitch. You slid your palm higher, cupping him through the lace, and he gasped softly—hips pressing up against your touch like he couldn’t help it.

“You're soaked,” you whispered against his cheek. “All for me?”

He looked at you, eyes glassy now, lips parted. “Who else?”

That did it.

You guided him down onto the cushions, the hoodie riding up as he settled into the plush corner of the couch. His thighs fell open easily, confidently—he knew exactly what he was doing, stretched out for you, letting that soaked patch of lace be the center of your attention.

“Wanna show me properly?” you asked, voice low, reverent.

He bit his lip, lifted the hoodie just enough to give you a clear view, and you exhaled like he’d knocked the wind out of you.

“Fuck, baby…”

The lace clung to his folds, transparent now with slick, the fabric darkened where it had soaked through entirely. Your mouth watered at the sight, and your hands trembled slightly as you leaned in.

“You always this cocky when you’re dripping through your panties?”

Seonghwa tilted his head back, exhaling a shaky laugh. “Only when I know you’re gonna take care of it.”

“Oh, you have no idea.”

You pressed a kiss over the fabric first, mouthing at the sticky heat beneath. He shivered, fingers already threading through your hair as you pulled the panties aside with your teeth, slow and deliberate.

His pussy was soaked—lips glistening, hole twitching gently like it already missed being filled. You groaned at the sight.

“You taste so fucking good,” you growled, dragging your tongue from his entrance to his clit, slow and reverent.

Seonghwa moaned, high and pretty, back arching against the couch. “F-Fuck—baby…”

You licked into him again, slower this time, tongue pressing inside while your nose bumped against his clit. His fingers tugged at your hair, not to guide you—just to anchor himself as the pleasure rolled over him in waves.

“You always eat like you’re starving,” he gasped.

“I am starving,” you mumbled into his cunt. “For you.”

He whimpered. “You’re such a fucking menace.”

You grinned against him and buried your face even deeper, locking your arms around his thighs and holding him open as your tongue worked him in slow, wet circles—savoring every moan, every stutter of his hips, every time his thighs trembled and he whined out your name.

Your tongue worked him open, slow and deep, letting the taste of him linger on your tongue as you moaned against his soaked heat. Seonghwa was already squirming, trying not to buck up too much, voice catching every time you teased his entrance just to pull away again.

“Fuck—why are you so good at this,” he breathed out, head tilted back, hair sticking to his forehead from the heat building between you both. “You’re gonna make me cum just like this.”

“That’s the idea,” you murmured against his folds. “You deserve to be spoiled.”

He whimpered, a little breathless laugh escaping his lips. “You always say that… but you really mean it when you’re between my legs.”

You smiled, and this time you brought your hand into play—thumb gently circling his clit while two fingers found his twitching hole, rubbing against it, pressing inside slowly. He gasped, the stretch already making his eyes flutter closed.

“God,” you whispered. “You’re so fucking tight… always pull me in like you were made for it.”

“I was,” he moaned, shifting his hips to help you go deeper. “Fuck, baby, right there—”

Your fingers curled instinctively, hitting his spot, and he nearly sobbed. Slick squelched around your hand, leaking onto the couch beneath him, and you just kept going—devoted, careful, focused on his pleasure and nothing else.

Your cock throbbed in your pants, painfully hard, but you ignored it. This was about him. Watching him fall apart, giving him everything he needed—that was enough.

When his thighs started shaking and his walls fluttered around your fingers, you slowed, gently easing off so he could catch his breath.

Seonghwa blinked down at you, dazed. “Why’d you stop?”

You wiped your mouth on the back of your hand, kissed the inside of his thigh. “Because I wanted you to cum like that. Thought I’d deal with this—” you gestured vaguely at the obvious bulge in your pants, “—later.”

Seonghwa stared at you for a second. Then he laughed—quiet and disbelieving—as he sat up and swung a leg over your lap, settling his weight right against your bulge with no hesitation.

“Hwa—wait,” you breathed, hands landing on his hips to still him.

“No,” he said firmly, eyes locking with yours. “You get me soaked, finger me open on the couch, and you think I’m gonna let you walk away hard?”

You exhaled, jaw tight with restraint. “We’re out of condoms.”

That made him pause, but not in the way you expected. He blinked once, slowly, then tilted his head. “So?”

You stared. “So I’m not gonna fuck you without one. I told you I would never—”

“I know,” he cut in, voice low and steady now. “That’s why I’m telling you it’s okay.”

Your heart jumped.

He leaned in, hands braced on your chest. “It’s just you. Only you. I want to feel you.”

“Fuck, Hwa…” you swallowed hard, already pulsing against him. “You sure?”

He nodded slowly, rolling his hips once against you, dragging his soaked pussy along the shape of your cock through your pants. “I’m on the pill. I haven’t let anyone else touch me since we started this. I want to feel you—really feel you.”

That snapped the last thread of your resistance.

You lifted your hips, enough to shove your sweats down fully, and your cock slapped up against your stomach, glistening with precum from the arousal of eating him out. Seonghwa stared for a second, eyes wide and blown out.

Then, without a word, he reached between you, lined himself up, and sank down.

The gasp he let out was sharp, desperate, his back arching as he took you to the hilt in one smooth motion. Your own breath stuttered, eyes rolling back as his bare heat wrapped around you—tight and wet and fucking perfect.

“Holy shit,” you groaned, hands flying to his waist to steady him. “You’re—fuck—you feel so...”

Seonghwa was shaking already, mouth parted in a silent moan as he adjusted to the stretch. “It’s so much,” he gasped, nails digging into your chest. “I can feel everything.”

You didn’t dare move yet—too overwhelmed by the pulsing heat gripping you tight, milking you, like his body never wanted to let go.

He rocked his hips once, shallow and slow, and the both of you moaned in sync.

“I’m never letting you go back to condoms,” he whispered through a breathless laugh.

You almost laughed back, but it turned into a grunt as he picked up the pace—grinding down, bouncing in your lap, sweet pussy swallowing your cock with messy, wet sounds that made your spine tingle.

“Hwa—fuck, baby—” Your grip on his hips tightened. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

“I know,” he panted, flushed and ruined already, moving with confidence. “So don’t hold back. Give it to me.”

You thrust up to meet him and his head fell back, voice breaking on a moan. You were already close—too close from how long you’d been teasing each other. But you wanted him to cum first, to cream all over your cock, to make the mess he clearly wanted.

“Cum on me,” you whispered, leaning up to kiss the column of his throat. “Make me feel it, baby. Soak me.”

And with one more deep thrust, he did—walls clenching tight as he cried out, grinding down hard as he came, making slick gush over your cock and thighs, warm and wet and obscene.

Your release followed seconds later, buried deep inside him, body locking up as you groaned into his neck and filled him with every drop.

yeah i kinda ate that shit up.

[rasberry-jupiter]

i want to fuck the jealousy out of bp!minho 👉👈

#needthat 😻😻

Minho had always been a little possessive—but tonight, he was a brat about it.

You didn’t mean to ignore him.

Honestly, you were just being polite. The other members were around, and a few of them you hadn’t seen in a while. The group dinner had gone longer than expected, drinks flowing, conversation buzzing. And yeah, maybe you did laugh a little too long at one of Changbin’s jokes. Maybe your hand did linger on Hyunjin’s shoulder as you leaned in to hear him better over the music.

But Minho saw everything. Every little touch. Every little smile that wasn’t meant for him.

And now he was pressed against your bedroom wall, arms crossed, lips in a pout as he glared at you like you’d committed a crime. His cheeks were pink with more than just alcohol—frustration, jealousy, need. You’d barely closed the door before he pounced.

“Had fun flirting tonight?” he said, voice low and sharp. “You two looked really cozy.”

You sighed, stepping close, hands finding his waist. “You know it wasn’t like that.”

He rolled his eyes, but didn’t move away. “Sure. Bet Changbin’s real funny when he wants to be.”

“You’re jealous.” You couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “Cute.”

“Not cute,” he snapped, though his thighs pressed together at the word. “You’re mine.”

Your fingers gripped tighter on his hips. “Say that again.”

His mouth opened, then closed. When he finally met your eyes, the mask cracked just a little—his voice softer, needier. “You’re mine.”

You leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “You jealous, baby?”

Silence. His breath hitched.

“…Yeah.”

That was all you needed.

You walked him backward toward the bed, shedding your hoodie, watching as his eyes dropped to your chest, hungry and petulant all at once. He sat when you told him to, legs spread, staring up at you with fire in his gaze.

“I should make you wait,” you said, voice low. “Make you beg like a needy little slut.”

“I’m not needy,” he grumbled.

“You’re dripping through your shorts already.”

He jolted like you slapped him. Your thumb pressed against the wet spot, rubbing in slow circles as you kissed his cheek, his jaw, then nipped at his throat.

“Got your cute little cunt aching for me?”

Minho’s breath caught. “You’re such a dick.”

“You want my dick.”

He didn’t argue. You slid his shorts down—no boxers. Just him, already leaking, folds soaked and twitching around nothing.

You groaned under your breath. “Always so ready for me, huh?”

He nodded, face flushed as your fingers ran over the heat of him, teasing the slick folds until he was gasping.

You pushed him back gently, letting him fall to the bed, legs open, greedy. You licked two fingers, sliding them into his pussy slow and deep, curling until he moaned.

“Want more,” he whined.

“You’ll take what I give you,” you murmured, kissing his stomach, then lower. “But you’ve been such a brat tonight… should I really let you come?”

Minho clenched around your fingers. “Please. I was just—I don’t like when they look at you like that.”

You glanced up at him. He looked so pretty like this—spread out, needy, jealous and desperate all at once.

“You’re the only one who gets me like this,” you whispered, pressing your lips to his thigh, “only one who gets me inside them, gets filled until they can’t walk straight. You know that, don’t you?”

He nodded frantically. “I know, I know—please, just fuck me already—”

You undressed fully, letting him watch as you stroked your cock, thick and flushed and already leaking for him. He whined at the sight, fingers digging into the sheets.

When you pressed the head to his entrance, he was already fluttering, hole clenching like it was starved for you.

“Relax, baby,” you cooed. “Gonna give you what you need. Gonna fuck that jealousy right out of you.”

You pushed in slow, inch by inch, watching his eyes roll back as his legs trembled.

“Fuck—s’ full,” he gasped. “Stretching me—”

“That’s right,” you said, voice strained. “Taking all of me like the good little kitten you are.”

He moaned louder at the nickname.

Once you bottomed out, you paused, letting him adjust—but he bucked up against you, grinding with a whine.

“Move—please, move—wanna feel you ruin me—”

You gave him what he wanted.

Long, deep thrusts that had him gasping, one hand gripping your wrist, the other fisting the sheets. Every time you pulled back, he clenched like he couldn’t bear to let you go.

You leaned over him, fucking into him hard now, breath ghosting over his cheek.

“No one else touches you like this.”

“No—only you—”

“No one else fucks this pussy this good.”

“Only you—only you—!”

Your free hand lowered to his pussy, rubbing over his clit in time with your thrusts. His whole body arched, sweat slicking his skin, mouth open in shameless moans.

When he came, it was messy and loud—he cried out your name, shaking through it as his cunt clenched and milked your cock like it needed your cum.

You followed with a groan, burying yourself deep and filling him, holding him still as he whimpered and held onto you like he was afraid you'd vanish.

After, you stayed close, kissing his collarbone, whispering against his skin.

“Next time you’re jealous,” you murmured, “just tell me, baby. I’ll remind you you’re mine without all the attitude.”

“…I like when you remind me like this,” he mumbled, cheeks still pink.

You laughed softly and kissed his temple. “Brat.”

[rasberry-jupiter]

Accepting the Strength, Faults, and Needs of Dan Heng's True Nature

Bottom!FTM Dan Heng x Top!Masc Reader

🌊 Word Count: 1,256 🌊

AFAB Language Used | [Series]

CW: Dub-Con, Womb Fucking, Double Penetration, Creampie

Dan Heng gasps as his cloudhymn water tentacle fucks his needy pussy, a secondary tentacle enveloping his t-dick like a flesh light. He throws his head back and whimpers. It's not enough. “More..”

You knock on Dan Heng’s door. “Hey, are you okay?” You call out to him. He hasn't left his room in a couple days and the door’s locked. You just returned from the Xianzhou Luofu so Himeko asked you to try talking to him, since the two of you are close friends.

You hear shuffling before the door opens. He's in his true form again and it looks like he has a fever. However, those two facts are easily overshadowed by his lack of clothing, the slick in between his thighs, and the gold colored tattoo on his pelvis.

Before you can process everything, he pulls you into the room. You nearly crush him with your weight but you manage to pin your hands to the floor instead. He wraps his legs around your waist and presses his crotch against yours. His tail curls around your arm.

“Are– are you..” You don't know a lot about his species but… “Are you in heat?” You groan as he humps your bulge. You can see golden strokes of ink in the shape of a heart above lines depicting the leaves of a flower in bloom decorating the area just above his cunt, where his womb lies. It reminds you of his power.

Dan Heng doesn't answer you as he uses his Cloudhymn magic to remove your clothes. In the blink of an eye, your cock now rests on his body. You start feeling dizzy. You don't know if it's your sudden condition causing your eyes to play tricks on you, but you're pretty sure your dick is way bigger than it is normally. “Hurry.” He whines.

You jolt in surprise. You’ve never heard a noise like that from him.

“Please.” He pouts. Your arms weaken when he once again uses his magic, this time to stroke your already hard dick. His cunt throbs from your moans. He needs you to fuck him him.

“Okay– okay.” You shiver. His eyes light up, his magic dissipating. You get yourself more comfortable before spreading his legs. As you slide your length inside him, you feel a strong wave of heat flow throughout your body. Your vision blurs. It's like you have a fever. You start to desire him just as much as he desires you. You bring him into a passionate kiss, the both of you falling into an extremely feverish state.

As you pull away from the kiss, Dan Heng reaches for your head. You feel his fingertips against…your horns. His hands trail down to your cheeks, looking at you lovingly. You blink a couple times in an attempt to see clearer but your sight fails to improve. It gets worse when you look down and realize there have been some even more major changes to your body.

You have a second, ribbed cock laying on top of Dan Heng. You can also feel a tail attached to your body.

Dan Heng doesn't seem to be surprised, or maybe doesn't seem to care. He uses the same technique he used on you earlier and strokes your second length. It's almost like being inside two pussies at once. You moan in pleasure, your hands moving from the ground to his body. You quickly forget about your concerns and lean in to kiss his neck as you push further inside him. You sink your newly sharp teeth into his skin then lick up his blood.

You can feel his cervix. “Keep going~” Dan Heng moans. You don't hesitate. Your cock enters his womb with ease, the sensation causes the both of you to come instantly. “Yes-” He gasps. The cum from your second cock remains within his magic, before it dissipates and your seed falls onto his body.

You slowly pull out of him. “‘M gonna put both in-” You reassure him. Dan Heng nods and watches you line up your cocks, both of them are draconic in both size and aesthetic. Your body seems to have completely altered itself, but you're too horny to worry about it. Your cum dribbles erotically out of his pussy before getting plugged by your tips. He throws his head back as his walls happily stretch to fit all of you. You grab his legs and position him into a mating press. His toes and tail curls with pleasure.

In a matter of minutes, you return to his womb. Dan Heng doesn't even consider protesting when you start to fuck him. He digs his nails into your back and moans shamelessly. You pound into his pussy roughly and desperately. Your aggressive desire makes it seem more like you're possessed or drunk, anything other than sober.

Dan Heng pulls you back into a kiss, more passionate and sloppy than the first. There's no doubt you're addicted to him now. The sounds of sex fill the room and can definitely be heard from outside. You're more concerned with the ethereal man below you.

“I love you-” Your words trigger another orgasm for him and in turn, yours as well.

You pull away and your vision finally improves. Now you can see his beautiful face. You also feel a lot more conscious. More aware of what's happening. Your thrusts slow before coming to a firm halt. Your eyes trail down to his lower half, it seems like nothing changed physically. You're still…a Vidyadhara.

Dan Heng sobers up too. He looks embarrassed. “Sorry..” He doesn't make eye contact. “I don't know what happened to you…”

“Seriously?”

“Vidyadharas have heat cycles but this…this isn't how it is normally.” He can't ignore the tingling feeling throughout his body or the unbelievably good feeling of having two dicks inside him.

“Are you…on any contraceptives?” You don't want to pull out.

“My…our species can't get pregnant…so…” He shakes his head.

You sigh in relief. “Then..” You hesitate before finally pulling out. You can't take your eyes off his dripping pussy.

He feels empty and you're still hard. “Did you hate it?” He asks.

“I didn't.”

“Then..” Dan Heng turns onto his stomach, raising his ass high. “One more time..?” He can't believe he's doing this.

There's nothing stopping you.

He grins dumbly as he feels your cocks entering him again. “So good..” He mumbles. He loves how warm your hands are and how tightly they're holding his waist.

You breathe out as you reach his womb again, no resistance whatsoever. “I can't believe it..” You slowly thrust in and out of him, marveling at this scientifically impossible situation.

You shudder as you watch a cloudhymn tentacle cover your lengths completely, making it feel even better for the both of you. “Fuck-” You thrust into him harder.

“Yes- yes yes–” Dan Heng’s eyes roll to the back of his head. You reach over to stroke his t-dick, helping him get closer to his peak.

Neither of you last very long, filling him up with another thick load. You take a moment before pulling out again. You notice his body going limp. He passed out. You lay him down on his back and think about how you're gonna get him cleaned up without running into anyone else on the express.

Aside from the obvious reasons, you definitely don't want anyone looking at him. He's yours now, you should be the only one who sees him like this.

[rasberry-jupiter]

PLEASE continue your train of thought i want to hear all about cow hybrid sukuna 😭

content warnings. animal hybrids, breeding, dub-con (unable to consent during heat), mentions of past abuse, literally milking someone, sukuna owns a vagina.

making sukuna the family’s heifer was no easy feat.

he would snarl at everyone who passed by his fence, bite at the hands that fed him, and often acted more like a feral dog than a meek little farm cow. he refused to be bred, too, so despite the promising size of his chest, there was never any milk.

that was until he was sold to you.

sukuna’s previous owner had not been kind to him. while it was evident that they starved him, his body was also littered with scars and whip marks. you took pity on him at the wet market when you saw him shivering and holding back whimpers in the all-too-small rusted cage they kept him in. you didn’t expect much of it—from years and years of abuse, it would be hard for him to get back into the farm lifestyle and produce milk again.

sukuna didn’t have to mate with anyone if he didn’t want to. you only wanted him to have a taste of what it felt like to be loved and taken care of.

from that day onwards, sukuna would never let you leave his sight. he would follow you around during the day, demand to stay in a separate room in the barn from all the other hybrids so he could be extra intimate with you whenever you visited, curl up in your lap on lazy afternoons, and got incredibly jealous whenever you paid attention to anyone who wasn’t him.

you didn’t reciprocate at first, taking his actions as grateful behaviour for saving him from previous abuse. but things changed when sukuna entered his first healthy heat for the first time in years. when you entered the barn, the sweet, heady scent of slick immediately penetrated your senses, the heifer whining and sobbing your name as he raised his tail to present his dripping cunt to you, wanting nothing but to be bred by his owner.

you were hesitant at first, seeing as you didn’t have his consent prior to his heat, but you knew just how much sukuna wanted to be able to make milk, from the times you caught him subconsciously kneading his own chest with a cute pout in hopes of seeing beading white.

maybe it was just his instincts. maybe it really was. but you couldn’t stop the selfish and possessive part of you from thinking that he wanted to make milk for you.

so you did what he asked for, mounting him in the cramped barn like you had seen the other bulls do to their mates, taking him and filling his womb up with your thick cum again and again until his stomach bulged from the sheer amount you had pumped into him.

after making sure he had been properly bred, you started to squeeze his swollen, puffy chest with strong, deft hands, and sukuna cried out with relief as milk squirted out of his nipples in steady spurts—overwhelmed by the sensations of being milked properly for the first time. not wanting to waste the product of his hard work, you latched on and sucked until you were sure every last drop had been drained from your heifer.

when you were finally done with him, both of your stomachs filled to the brim, sukuna was panting heavily and laying in a pool of milk and cum on the floor of the barn. and instead of the usual scowl on his face, he was giddily rubbing at his pregnant belly with a tender smile you had never seen before.

you knew it then. your heifer had fallen deeply, deeply in love with you.

sukuna still wasn’t the family heifer, and he wouldn’t be for a while. not until he birthed the litter you put in him. until then, every part of him—from his milk-making tits to his drooling pussy—was all yours.

[rasberry-jupiter]

room for two? 2min long drabble.

mdni 🐇🐕 !! boypussy seungmin & minho x amab reader. implied ot8 harem. implied 9th member reader. use of folds, pussy, hole as seungmin's & minho's gential. unprotected sex (you know the drill, wrap it up), p-in-v, fingering (s. & m. receiving), riding (both s & m; like a cowgirl, yeehah!), creampie, overstimulation. hmu if i missed some tags.

It started the way these things usually did—with Seungmin curled up beside you, pretending to watch something on your phone while his fingers slipped higher up your thigh. His body was soft and warm, eyes flicking to your lips, his teasing little smile barely hiding how worked up he already was.

“You’re hard,” he whispered, brushing over your bulge through your sweats. “Didn’t even do anything yet.”

“You don’t have to,” you murmured, kissing his jaw. “You always do this to me.”

Seungmin climbed into your lap like it was the most natural thing in the world, straddling you with a breathless little sigh. You slid his shorts down just enough to reveal his slick folds—already wet, dripping for you.

“Let me ride you,” he whispered. “Please. I need it.”

You didn’t need to be asked twice.

Your cock was already thick and ready when he lined himself up and sank down slowly, both of you groaning at the stretch. His pussy fluttered around you, tight and greedy, every inch sending sparks down your spine.

You held his hips steady, letting him find his rhythm. He started slow—grinding down, whimpering quietly, his head resting on your shoulder as he bounced in your lap. The wet, slick sounds of your bodies meeting filled the room, obscene and addictive.

Then the door opened.

You froze.

Seungmin didn’t even bother stopping—he turned his head lazily, already flushed, already stuffed full of your cock—and smirked.

Minho stood in the doorway, fresh from the shower, hair damp and towel draped around his neck.

“Well,” he said slowly, eyes locked on where Seungmin was grinding in your lap, “didn’t expect to walk into a full show.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but Seungmin just moaned and leaned into you. “Come sit with us, Min. Don’t be shy.”

Minho’s lips curved, his gaze growing darker. “I see how it is. You start without me.”

He dropped his towel, peeled off his clothes, and walked over to the bed—bare and already slick between the thighs, his pussy clearly aching to be filled.

You met his eyes. “You want a turn?”

He nodded, licking his lips. “I wanna feel what he’s getting.”

“Then wait,” Seungmin said with a cheeky smile, as if competitive over You. “I’m not done yet.”

Minho sat beside you, hand sliding over your thigh as Seungmin picked up the pace—bouncing faster, wetter, his moans louder now with an audience. Your cock throbbed inside him, your grip tightening as you fucked up into him harder, needing more.

“Fuck,” Seungmin cried out, legs trembling. “M’gonna come—please, don’t stop—!”

You didn’t. You snapped your hips up, burying yourself deep, and he came with a strangled moan—his pussy clenching so hard around you it pushed you right to the edge. You held him down, thrusting deep one last time before spilling inside him, filling him with hot, thick release.

He slumped against you, panting and dazed, your cock slipping out with a sticky sound as he slid off your lap—your cum leaking down his thighs.

Then Minho climbed over you, eyes shining.

“My turn.”

You were still sensitive, cock twitching with aftershocks, but when you felt how slick and warm Minho already was as he settled into your lap, you hardened again almost instantly.

“Fuck,” you groaned, fingers spreading him open. “You’re dripping.”

“Been dripping since I saw you fuck him,” Minho whispered. “Wanna feel that now. All of it.”

You slid inside slow, groaning as his tight, wet heat squeezed around you. Minho gasped, burying his face in your neck, his fingers gripping your shoulders as you started to move—thrusting up into him, deeper each time.

Seungmin lay beside you, lazily watching with a hand stroking your thigh and his own still-leaking hole twitching from oversensitivity.

“You’re gonna break him,” he murmured.

“Want him to,” Minho panted, bouncing harder now. “Wanna be ruined. Wanna be filled just like you were.”

You gripped his hips and gave him exactly what he wanted—thrusting up harder, faster, fucking into him deep enough that he cried out, his thighs shaking.

You didn’t stop until he was whimpering and begging, until your cock throbbed inside him and your second release spilled deep in his clenching pussy.

You collapsed with both of them curled around you—Seungmin against your side, Minho still seated on your lap, cock twitching inside his soaked, messy heat.

“…Next time,” Minho whispered, eyes fluttering, “I want to go first.”

(honorable mention of the series)

[rasberry-jupiter]

skz kinks' series ! 🍽️ (mdni)

duos 4/11/25–4/14/25.

hyun & chan.

ji & lix.

chang & in.

2 min.

honorable mentions 4/12/25–4/14/25.

bp chan x amab reader.

bp han & lix x amab reader.

bp 2min x amab reader.

[rasberry-jupiter]

2min; ks (& their kinks). 4/4 🐇🐕!

minors do not interact! kinks stated per imagine.

KIM SEUNGMIN. puppy play, oral, barebacking. (y'all ain't going to get me off of him, ill be super glued if i have to)

seungmin is so puppy coded, and puppym definitely didn't help my hyperfixation. i didn't go all out but i can see myself going all out on this kink and him.

Your breath caught when You walked in—Seungmin on all fours by the bed, shirt off, collar buckled snug around his neck, soft brown ears clipped in his hair.

“Hey, pup,” You murmured, kneeling down to cup his cheek. “You were waiting for me?”

Seungmin nodded once, eyes wide and gleaming.

“Didn’t even need to tell you this time, huh?” Your fingers brushed through Seungmin's hair, then tugged gently. “You just wanted to be good.”

Seungmin nuzzled into the touch, letting out the softest whine.

“Be my pretty little thing?” You whispered, voice gone dark and low.

Seungmin shivered.

“Up on the bed,” You said, voice thick with want. “Face down. Legs spread.”

Seungmin obeyed instantly, tail plug already in place—he’d planned this. Wanted to drive You crazy. And it worked.

maybe it's me, maybe i like oral but i feel like he would like oral too. i wouldn't say no to eating him out.

You didn’t rush. You worshipped—kissing down Seungmin’s spine, hands sliding over warm skin, gripping his ass and spreading him open with reverence.

“You always smell so fucking good,” You groaned. “And this ass…” You leaned in, tongue flicking over Seungmin’s entrance slowly, deliberately.

Seungmin gasped, hips twitching, but You held him steady.

“Stay still, pup,” You warned, voice hoarse. “You wanted this. Now you take it.”

You worked your tongue deeper, licking, teasing, moaning against him. Seungmin was already whining, gripping the sheets, panting like he was losing his mind—and You hadn’t even fucked him yet.

“You taste like you’re mine,” You whispered. “Every inch.”

i may like the idea of barebacking, it's sexy. i could see myself barebacking seungmin.

“y/n—fuck, it’s so—”

“I know,” You whispered, kissing his shoulder. “I’ve got you. Let me take care of you.”

You thrust in steady, intense waves—making sure Seungmin felt every inch, every slide, every desperate grind. Your hands never left Seungmin’s hips, keeping him pinned and grounded, coaxing moans out of him like a song You knew by heart.

Seungmin turned to look over his shoulder, flushed and dazed. “Hyung… I wanna—wanna feel you inside me—”

You bit down on a groan. “Yeah, baby? You want me to fill you up?”

“Please…”

That’s all it took. You thrust harder now, panting against Seungmin’s neck, fucking him through soft sobs and needy whines until Seungmin came untouched, trembling under You. And You followed, burying yourself deep and spilling inside, gasping his name.

They collapsed in a sweaty, tangled heap—You wrapping himself around your boy, kissing his cheek as Seungmin nuzzled in close.

“My perfect pup,” You whispered. “So good for me.”

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[rasberry-jupiter]

2min; lm (& their kinks). 3.5/4!🐇🐕

minors do not interact! kinks stated per imagine.

LEE MINHO. brat taming, ass kink, flexibility/manhandling. (ineedhimineedhimineedhimineedhimineedhim).

minho's a brat, so you have to tame the brat! 😽😽 (beat the shit out of him)

You were working on your laptop. Minho lay across your bed like he owned it—shirt too big, boxers dangerously short. Every few minutes, he’d sigh dramatically, stretch just a little too far, hips rolling lazily against the mattress.

“You okay?” You asked without looking up.

“Mmhm,” Minho hummed, legs kicking idly in the air. “Just bored.”

You typed. Focused.

Minho rolled onto his stomach, letting the hem of the shirt ride up his thighs. “You’re working too hard, hyung. Don’t you wanna play with me instead?”

Your eyes flicked up. Paused. Then went back to the screen.

Minho smirked.

Five minutes later, he was bent over the edge of the bed, ass swaying subtly to whatever song he’d queued up. “Oops,” he giggled, pretending to look for something under the bed. “Dropped my lip balm.”

You didn’t even blink. “Min.”

“Yes, hyung?”

“You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?” Minho blinked innocently, standing slowly, tugging his shirt down with exaggerated sweetness. “I’m just stretching.”

Your jaw flexed.

Minho strutted over, slid into your lap sideways, one leg curling across his thigh. “Are you mad?”

“No.”

“Then why won’t you touch me?” Minho pouted, pressing close, breath warm against your jaw. “I’ve been so patient…”

You didn’t answer.

Minho leaned in further, lips grazing your ear. “Or maybe I should find someone who will.”

That was it.

Your chair scraped back sharply. In a flash, Minho was flipped and pinned to the bed, wrists above his head, eyes wide.

“Say that again,” You growled.

Minho bit his lip, smug for half a second—until You gripped his chin, forcing eye contact.

“I said say it again.”

Minho exhaled shakily. “I… I was just teasing.”

“Exactly.” You leaned down, your voice low, dangerous. “You want my attention so bad, you’ve been flaunting yourself like a little slut all afternoon. Now you’ve got it. Let’s see if you can handle it.”

Minho squirmed, suddenly breathless. “Yes, hyung…”

Your lips brushed his cheek. “You’re not walking straight tomorrow.”

Minho moaned.

"minho likes ass, well i like ass too. together, we can both like ass, we're ass enjoyers." - chae.

Minho strutted to the bed slowly, putting on a show. He knew what he had—an ass that looked sculpted for sin—and he wasn’t shy about it.

“You’re drooling, hyung,” he teased over his shoulder, hands on his hips. “You wanna touch?”

“I want to bite,” You growled.

You did exactly that—grabbing Minho from behind, pressing him face-first into the mattress, lips marking the swell of his ass, hands gripping tight. “You walk around like this and expect me to behave?”

Minho gasped as You spread him open, running a hand down the curve. “I like when you lose control.”

You hummed. “Then let me show you how much I appreciate this perfect ass of yours.”

And You did—tongue, fingers, slow grinding thrusts that had Minho begging, shaking, nearly incoherent.

minho's a dancer, dancers have flexibility, so therefore minho has flexibility. (this was either a math formula or a fallacy, maybe both)

“You’re too damn bendy,” You panted, sweat dripping from his jaw.

Minho grinned through moans. “You love it.”

You didn’t respond—just pulled him deeper, deeper, until Minho was folded nearly in half, gasping with every thrust.

You gripped Min’s waist tight, slamming into him with the kind of control only a man who knew exactly what he was doing could deliver. Minho’s toes curled, his fingers clutched the sheets, and his mouth fell open around your name.

“You like being used like this?” You rasped, lifting Min easily and flipping him onto his stomach without pulling out. “Like being tossed around?”

Minho whimpered. “Yes, yes, hyung, please—”

You bent low, voice in his ear. “I’ll fuck you in any position. All night. Until that bratty mouth of yours is nothing but moans.”

Minho came undone a minute later, wrecked and pliant, too blissed out to mouth off anymore.

You smirked, kissing the back of his neck. “Finally quiet.”

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[rasberry-jupiter]

I need more of grell w a male reader pls🤞😔

grell sutcliff — kuroshitsuji

cw: sub grell, dom male reader, desk sex, teasing, rough sex, verbal humiliation, begging, deep thrusts, slight choking, slutty behavior

a/n: well i was looking in my inbox and i found this at the bottom and i was literally looking for some grell to write sooo…. setting: the reaper office, late evening. everyone else is gone. grell stays behind to provoke you. you lock the door. she spreads her legs. the rest is inevitable.

oh~! are you here to scold me, mon chéri?” grell sat right on the edge of the desk, lips red, legs crossed, voice purring. “or are you finally going to do what you’ve been dying to?”

you didn’t answer.

you just locked the door.

and grell—oh, she bit her lip.

the sound of your footsteps was enough to make her squirm. corset tight. makeup flawless. those legs in sheer thigh-highs, already parting just slightly. all of it screamed look at me. come ruin me.

“don’t act mysterious now,” she said, voice deepening. “i know you wanna fuck me.”

you shoved her down against the desk before she could keep talking. her back hit the wood. her legs opened instantly.

perfect.

“ahh~ is this how you want me, darling? are you gonna punish me?”

your hand slid up her thigh—rough, firm. and grell arched. “ooh, so aggressive… so delicious…” ♡

“shut up,” you growled, pushing two fingers past her lips. she sucked on them. like a bitch in heat. like she wanted to be used. eyes lidded. lashes fluttering. tongue curling around you like she’d been waiting for this all week.

“mmhh…~ i love when you’re mean…”

you hiked up her skirt—no patience. no asking. she shivered at the exposure.

“you’re gonna stay quiet,” you said, hand closing around her throat, “and let me use you.”

“oh my god, yes—use your little red slut~!”

and so you did. you yanked her hair. lifted her legs. and fucked her hard. deep. no warm-up, no warning, no mercy. grell screamed, and then every sound turned to breathless, high-pitched moans.

lipstick? ruined. stockings? torn. nails? digging into the wood. and grell? only saying:

“more! harder! treat me like the whore i am~!” ♡

your hips slapped against her ass, rhythm hard and steady.

clap—clap—clap.

and grell—your filthy, dramatic, perfect slut—was past the point of control. no more witty remarks. no more teasing. just gasps. sobs. moans high and broken.

“ahhh—! fuck, fuck—nghh, harder! please don’t stop~!”

your hand stayed tight around her throat, not too hard, just enough to make her tremble. to remind her that she wasn’t in charge anymore.

“you like being fucked like this, don’t you?” you whispered, voice low against her ear. “no softness. no patience. just me—using you.”

“yes!” she cried, voice cracked, hips trembling. “i love it! use me, use my body, please—”

you bit her neck. marked her. and she moaned louder.

the whole office could’ve heard her, if the door weren’t locked and the blinds weren’t drawn.

your free hand slid down her stomach. slow. down to where she was leaking onto the desk.

you hadn’t even touched her there yet. she was already soaked.

“gonna cum without permission?” you asked, grinning against her flushed skin.

grell whimpered. legs shaking.

“n-no… not unless you—unless you let me—”

you shoved her back. one deep thrust.

and wrapped a black tie around her mouth.

“then stay quiet,” you growled. “and beg with your eyes.”

she obeyed.

eyes wide. wet. trembling.

every part of her body begging for it.

and you gave it to her.

harder. deeper. crueler.

until all she could do was sob and scream around the tie, hands gripping the desk like she’d fall apart without it.

your red slut. ♡ beautiful. ruined. exactly where she wanted to be.

[rasberry-jupiter]

RAAAAAHHHH IDK IF UR STILL ON THIS BUT I READ UR PRIMAL/PREY THING WITH ZORO IN THE FORESt

i wanna add a few tidbits.

zoro with someone he dislikes, like they have a similar relationship to zoro and sanji, its just a lot worse and they can't stand each other, but its also weirdly sexual?? like when they talk theres a lot of threats but the energy between them makes it feel a lot like flirting...

the strawhats get to an island and zoro gets lost in the forest surrounding the small village. and somewhat jokingly nami sends you out to go "hunt" zoro down, not knowing how literally youre going to take her words.

zoros all alone in the forest. hes hot and sticky, and his kimono is tied around his waist, back glistening in sweat every time it catches the light coming through the trees. he hears a stick snap behind him and spins around with a sword out, on edge and cranky but no ones there.

you are there though, you're just not on the ground. you're watching him, waiting for the right time to pounce, and it comes when zoro takes a break after finding like a lake or big body of water.

he strips naked and gets into the water to cool off. when he dunks his head under the water you strike, pulling him out and pinning him face down on the ground. he already knows its you, and he snarls for you to get off.

cue hot nasty half in the water sex. its mean and angry and zoro doesnt try to hold himself back from biting and scratching as you pound into him. he knows you can take a little pain.

its slightly more than what id normally like, but i read yourthing and had a vision of fucking zoro rough and hard and him growling and its just hate fucking. anyway, so glad you're back, i literally jumped for joy when i saw the notif. hope you're taking care of yourself❤️❤️❤️❤️

what do you mean am i still on this. i’m on this twenty-four seven. i wake up and i think about this. i sleep and i dream about this. predator/prey with zoro might just be the best thing out there. serenade me, anon. this is a long one, so buckle up.

everything about this ask is perfection. nami being the one to send you to go hunt zoro down; better yet if she knows this is a sex thing between the two of you and she’s catalysing it.

or maybe the two of you have this enemies with benefits sort of relationship, and zoro’s told her how frustrated he is that you’re not making the first move despite him literally doing everything to entice you—flashing you his tits, purposefully bending down in front of you to grab something, making sure to groan and grunt extra loud whenever he works out in the same room with you, all to no avail because apparently you’re denser than a brick wall. he decides to take advantage of your primal instincts instead, hoping this will be the final push for you to break and claim him as your own.

back to the story... zoro’s playing the typical role of prey, a young, naïve deer bathing in the water without realising the presence of the beast stalking him, about to take his life. this has you thinking zoro’s guards are down, when in reality he’s doing it on purpose to tempt you to attack and pounce when he’s appearing to be at his most vulnerable.

zoro fights back—of course he does—when you pin him down by the neck with a brutish snarl and graze sharp teeth over the base like you’re about to scruff him, pushing his hips back until he’s grinding his ass against your hard-on, trying to get you to fuck him already because he’s been waiting for so damn long.

when you still don’t take the hint, too busy marking him up with your teeth, he ends up landing a jab to your jaw with his elbow, stunning you and slipping away from your grasp. he’s panting hard as he stumbles his way naked through the forest with a limp, the sharp edge of a grin slicing through his face when he hears the rustle of leaves, indicating that you’re right behind his trail.

let’s just say he ends up with his chest pressed against the thick trunk of a tree with you crowding up behind him, having caught up to him easily, face buried in his neck and drooling like a dog. there’s something wet and hefty sliding between his bare thighs and next thing he knows, you’re taking him over and over again until his legs give out and he ends up on the forest floor, where you mount him until he’s sobbing for your babies.

needless to say, you had to carry him back to the ship the next day, your prey tucked in safely and sleeping happily in your arms, your marks covering the entirety of his insides and outsides. it’s safe to say that no other predator will ever come hunting for zoro, because every inch of him belongs to you now.

[rasberry-jupiter]

                      DADDY’S GOOD GIRL ! ♡

synopsis. you started the night with wanting to take care of him. you ended the night with taking him apart. wc. 4.5k

tags. top! reader, bottom! sanji. reader has a cock. hardcore dom/sub. masochistic! sanji. crossdressing, daddy kink, extreme feminization, spanking, dacryphilia, subspace, anal sex, possessive sex, humiliation kink, slut-shaming, praise & degradation, blowjob, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unsafe sex, exhibitionism, size difference, size queen! sanji. falling in love. daddy/baby girl dynamics. everything is consensual and a shared kink.

a/n. to all my lovers of slutty boys in skirts out there

That blonde looked ridiculously stunning on the dance floor. 

He was dressed in a black mini dress swathed with a thin layer of sexy red chiffon, the material cascading down to a barely mid-thigh length, just enough to tease—just enough to leave you wanting more. The bodice was sleek and slim around the chest, with a heart-shaped boob window that showed off the slight swell of his chest, the skin-tight stretch hugging his fitted waistline with a tailor-made precision. 

And the best part. Every single time he would twirl around in his heels, hips swaying sensually to the beat, his skirt would lift—just lightly—to allow you the perfect glimpse of his soft thighs and the curve of his bum through black lace panties. 

It was almost like he was doing it on purpose. 

He would then pause, pretending to straighten the hem out, but not before tossing a sultry, half-lidded gaze over his shoulder… right in your direction. Two subtle crooks of his slim, well-manicured fingers in invitation, as though he were enticing someone to bend her over the nearest table and pound him where everyone could see, legs shaking and mascara dripping in that pretty dress. 

It could be for anyone, really, but the mere thought of him having his eyes on you made your pants uncomfortably tight. 

You couldn’t help but frown as a redhead with a tattoo on her left upper shoulder threw an arm around his waist and leaned up to whisper something into his ear, a cheshire grin on her face all the while. It didn’t take long before he was slowly spun around to face you, the edge of a sly smile on his face. 

He strutted over, heels clacking sharply against the floor, in tune with the heavy beat. “Room for one more?” he asked, a freshly-lit cigarette between two glossy lips, a hand on the jut of his hip. He smelt of rich smoke and caramel, the bittersweet scent washing over you in waves, as though tempting you to take a bite. 

What a vixen. 

You shot your friends a stern, pleading look, and they snickered at you, clearing the side of the booth enough for him to slide into the seat next to you. You placed a palm on it just as he was about to sit down. 

“Well… only if you share that.” 

You jerked your chin towards his cigarette, and he sighed irritably, plucking it from his lips with a harsh huff, the exhaled smoke hitting your face and making your skin prickle with fleeting warmth. He then slipped the lipstick-stained head between your slightly parted ones, two fingers dragging against your lips in an indirect kiss. 

You glanced up at him, taking a drag before exhaling slowly, the smoke clouding the space between the two of you. You offered him your hand to which he took, tugging him down into the booth until he was pressed snugly against your side. You took the opportunity to snake an arm around his waist, warm palm resting on his hip. “What’s your name, doll?” 

“Sanji,” he replied, a dim red covering his cheeks, and you offered him yours in exchange. 

“And, Sanji,” you hummed, “is your friend okay that you’re spending the night without her?” You glanced behind him, subtly looking for the tatted redhead that you had just seen. 

“The night?” he breathed, biting his lip as your palm rested on the exposed area of his thigh, gently rubbing and caressing. “Getting ahead of ourselves, are we, monsieur…? But no. She encourages it, actually.” 

“Can’t imagine someone like you would have a hard time getting laid.” 

“It’s not that it’s hard,” he huffed. “They just don’t have what I want.” 

“And I’m what you want?” 

That got a teasing smile out of him. “Are you?” 

“Well, you’d have to let me know, princess.” You squeezed his hip through the fabric of his dress, and he shuddered, leaning against you. 

You could feel his shameless stare on the bulge of your crotch, the way every few seconds or so, his tongue would dart out to lick his bottom lip, followed by a sultry lip-bite and a glance up at you through his long lashes. You could feel the air temperature skyrocket around you, sweat building in the back of your neck.   

“You can touch, darling,” you croaked, “if you want.” 

“Your friends,” Sanji leaned in to whisper, nipping lightly at your ear, “they don’t mind?” 

“No,” you swallowed, throat dry. “They don’t.” 

“I don’t want to just touch,” he admitted. 

It was too good to be true. “Sanji, love,” you murmured, “don’t go making promises you can’t keep.” 

He gazed up at you with droopy, lidded eyes. “I’ve done many bad things in my lifetime, monsieur…” He lazily brushed a thumb over your cheek. “But I never, ever break a promise.” 

You let slip a feral smile, cupping the back of his neck before roughly yanking him into a hot, open-mouthed kiss, careful not to ruin his dress in your frenzy. You could feel his lipstick smearing over your lips messily, and it was heavenly, almost, the searing heat of a body pressed against yours with the promise of sin. 

“Shit,” you moaned as he reached a naughty hand down to squeeze your crotch, but swallowed any other complaints when he slung a thigh over your lap, mounting you in one practiced motion. You could feel the bulge of his erection from under his skirt, the way he grinded forward to let you feel it, and fuck, if it wasn’t erotic. 

“Just wanted to make sure we were on the same page,” Sanji panted into your ear, and your hips stuttered at the ticklish sensation of hot breath against skin. He sighed in bliss, rocking eagerly against your hard-on. “Looks—looks like we are.” 

“There was a possibility of me being on a different page?” you panted, kissing your way up his neck, breathing in the joint of his jaw and neck, basking in the smell of raw sienna, sweet and warm and rich. 

“Y-yeah, well. You kept calling me princess and doll and stuff like that…” 

“You don’t like?” 

He shakes his head quickly, biting his lip. 

“It’s not that. Some… assholes,” he hissed as you nipped messily at the side of his neck, “get turned off when they realise it’s a dick they’re grinding against. Said it ruins their fantasy, y’know?” 

“I’d take that as a compliment if I were you, princess.” You smirked, hand trailing up his thigh to knead his ass, shuddering at the sweet whine he let out. “You’re prettier than any girl I’ve ever met.”

“Men like you—they all say that,” Sanji puffed, but leaned in to give you another nasty, wet kiss regardless, hips rocking back against the cups of your palms, encouraging you to touch and fondle. “Just wanna find a hole to shove their cocks into, but when they realise its equipped with a, nngh… dick, they all turn into fucking cowards.” 

“I don’t know what fools you’re referring to, but… I would fuck you regardless, whatever you keep tucked away in these cute panties of yours.” 

“Sure you wouldn’t prefer to fuck a pussy instead?” Sanji whined, something dirty and desperate in there. 

“Think I’d prefer to fuck you, is what I was gonna say, but—” You sneered, lifting the hem of his skirt to reveal his erect cock, bulging in the confines of his see-through lace panties. “Looks like you actually like the idea of me treating you like a girl, mm?” 

He whimpered, embarrassingly loud, trying to squeeze his trembling thighs together, as though that would do anything. 

“What a pervert you are, Sanji.” 

“Shut up, bastard. It’s not anything like that.” 

“There’s nothing wrong with being a pervert,” you cut him off with a sharp leer. “In fact, I’m very happy to indulge in your perversions… for a pretty girl like you, that is.” 

He shuddered weakly in your grasp, hiding his face in your neck with a petulant whine. “You don’t— you don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not a fucking girl.” 

“Sanji,” you huffed out a laugh. “What’s got you so desperate in trying to admit I’m into pussy, then? Those assholes who, well, allegedly get turned off when they learn that you have a cock… they’re exactly your type, aren’t they? You want someone who fucks you like you don’t own one.” You reached under his skirt to grope at his crotch, making him choke out a whimper. “You want someone who fucks you like you own nothing but bouncing tits and a drooling pussy.” 

“Fuck you.” His lips curled into a snarl, nails digging into your shoulders—only for a brief moment, before his expression crumbled into pure bliss as you stroked his dripping cock. “F-fuck… me.” 

“Conceding already?” you scoffed, despite your internal delight. “I expected more from you. You’re unlike any slut I’ve seen before, Sanji, asking to get fucked in public with your friends in the same room. Thinking about how they’ll be looking at you, presenting yourself to me like a whore. How will you face them after today?” 

“Shut up already… Sh-shit, that feels s-so good. Keep going.” 

“Yeah? Want me to put it inside your sloppy cunt, baby?” 

Sanji gasped, trembling lightly in your hold as he fought the urge to grind down against the thick obtrusion pressed deliciously between his thighs, preventing them from closing. Well, fuck it. If you were finally going to give him the nasty treatment he had yearned for, he could care less about being taken bent over the table in front of everyone. So be it. 

“Y-yeah,” he slurred, nodding dumbly, “want your big, fat cock in my pussy, daddy.” 

Sanji could hardly process the following events that occured. A hot, wanting mouth on his, drinking greedily in the needy sounds that slipped out from his swollen lips unbidden, two searing palms on his ass, kneading insistently like it belonged to them, before he was lifted into the air and slung over a strong shoulder. He hung from there, all the blood rushing to his brain making him blink unintelligently. 

He could only daydream about having that oversized cock he had so clearly felt in your pants stuffing his cunt, filling him up on one end and wringing him dry on the other. 

“Thought you were gonna fuck me in front of your friends,” he mumbled, almost disappointed. “What happened to that?” 

He could only hear a degrading laugh from your end, a shock of arousal curling low in his guts. 

There was the faint click of a door locking before his back hit something awfully soft. The snap of a belt buckle. The rustle of fabric before cold air hit the insides of his thighs, panties gone and his skirt tossed up to bunch up around his waist. There was barely time to recuperate, to get used to the feeling of being naked underneath, before your body loomed over his, caging him in, making him feel small. 

Sanji blinked his eyes wide open and swallowed, throat dry. You should never wear any clothes. Not ever. 

“Is that so, sweet thing?” you leered down at him, and he realised he had said the words out loud. He couldn’t even find it in him to deny it. The answer was right in front of you, written in the wet patch soaking his panties, the unbearable ache between his thighs. 

“Fuck me,” he blurted out. “Please, daddy. I want it.” 

You grinned. He was so easy, so pliant. Nothing like the façade of what had been.  “Nah,” you muttered. “Daddy wants to eat you out first. ‘S that okay?” 

He whined, nodding his head. “Y-yeah. But be quick. Want you- hah, inside.” 

It was funny how much a person could change with the promise of pleasure. The poor thing. He had probably never had someone offer him so much, before. And you were going to change that in a moment. 

“Spread your legs for me, princess.” 

Sanji bit his lip, thighs parting for you easily. A quiver went through his body as you slowly lowered your head onto his crotch, warm palms keeping his body open and pliant for you. You looked up at him through your lashes, something smug in your expression before they trailed down to gaze affectionately at his little cocklet. 

“What a pretty pussy,” you murmured, keeping him still as he panted and squirmed, your words overwhelming him, making him believe. Sanji knows he shouldn’t. It’s a bad habit in the long run. But when you were saying it with those eyes, those lips, heat and reverence burning underneath every touch, how could he choose not to indulge? 

It would be absurd not to. 

“Yeah? Y-you think it’s pretty?” he whined, hopeful. 

“Of course,” you drawled. “It’s beautiful. You would feel so good around me.” 

“Please…” he sobbed. “Please, daddy. M-my pussy needs you. Eat me out till I’m sore.” 

He didn’t know what words he was spouting—only that he needed your mouth on him, in him, everywhere, and preferably now. 

Sanji couldn’t even swallow the scream if he had tried. 

When you went down on him for the first time, you took the entirety of his length into your mouth in one go. The air was filled with sounds of his filthy moans, loud and untamed, hips shaking in your grip as you made sure to swallow every inch of his dick with each trained bob of your head. He found himself squeezing his teary eyes shut as he tried to envision having something else to put in your mouth instead. 

If this was how good you were at sucking cock… he couldn’t imagine how you would eat his pussy. If only… fuck, if only. 

You groaned loudly before pulling off with a lewd pop, watching as pre-cum trickled down his shaft in rivulets, his cock twitching prettily in your grasp with each stroke. “Fucking hell, baby. You’re so wet. Practically dripping for me.” 

“Mhm,” he whined out his agreement, tears streaking down his face, “and it’s all for you.” 

You grinned your approval at that, before lowering your head to swallow him wholly again, not stopping until you could bury your nose into his blonde pubes, breathing heavily in musky caramel. 

“Fuck, fuck, f-fuck,” he babbled noisily, eyes rolling back into his skull as you sucked hard on the swollen tip, tonguing meanly at his slit until he shook and cried, fingers twisting into the sheets. He could feel just how much he was leaking, how wet he was, pre dribbling steadily into your mouth and down the column of your throat. “Please… wanna cum s-so bad, daddy. ‘m soo close… I’ll be all w-wet and loose for you after you let me. It might even fit… It’s win-win, s-so, please…” 

Sanji could almost feel the shape of your smirk before you hollowed out your cheeks, making it all too much at once—what had previously been a comfortable fit around his small cock had suddenly shrunk into something much, much more tight—and then he found himself squirting cum into your mouth with a desperate shout. 

He fully expected you to stop, pull off, and spit out his cum with a snarl of disgust. But the loud swallow made itself known, accompanied by the bob of your Adam’s apple. Before you started moving again. 

“Daddy,” Sanji cried out as you forced his thighs to part when they threatened to clamp around your head. “Please, please, p-please. It hurts, I don’t want your mouth anymore. Need more. Need you inside.” 

You stayed quiet, like you were thinking about it, whether he deserved it or not. He sighed in relief as you pulled off, finally, to look at him like you were about to eat him. 

“Turn around,” you ordered, voice wrecked. “Gotta stretch your tight pussy out.” 

Sanji shook his head with a petulant whine, but still, turned around to rest on his stomach, not daring to disobey your order. “N-no need, I…” 

He flushed, raising his hips to present to you his pink, puckered hole, with traces of glossiness—what seemed like excess lube near the entrance. You paused. 

“Stretched myself out earlier,” he confessed, tilting his head to glance back at you. “Knew I was gonna be yours, so I went to the bathroom and f-fingered myself.” 

But instead of the appreciative sigh he was waiting for, your gaze only darkened, the grip you had on his hips tightening to the point of bruising. 

“Liar.” 

His heart dropped to his stomach. 

“Wh-what?” 

“You think I wouldn’t know what a used hole looks like?” 

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  

“Baby,” you sighed, “you should really know better than that.” You put the tip of your finger into his puffy rim, the lingering wetness inside allowing it to slide in much, much easier than a few minutes of fingering would. “You’re telling me that this… wasn’t another man’s doing?” 

Tears sprung to his eyes. Sanji had come so close. He wasn’t going to let go of you, now, and definitely not because of a stupid mistake he had made a few hours ago in some nameless back alley. 

“I-it wasn’t. I swear, I…” 

It was almost funny, the way he teared up at the slightest hint of degradation, as though he didn’t get off on your nasty words. 

“Lying little slut,” you murmured, and he whined, high-pitched and needy. You slid another finger inside, testing the stretch. It wiggled in freely to join the other, sticky walls snugly enclosing on them. You crooked your fingers slowly, dragging them against his quivering walls until he was sobbing out something desperate. “I bet you took another man’s cock in some dirty alleyway outside the bar before you approached me. He probably had a hand clamped over your mouth while he fucked your tight cunt from behind, telling you how much he wished you were a girl, but I bet you he wasn’t doing it right. You’re just greedy for better, aren’t you. Never satisfied.” 

“Y-yeah. You’re right,” Sanji sobbed, “You’re always right. I’m sorry, d-daddy. Please put it in. Even for a second. Just a second is okay. I’ll make it up to you, I swear…” 

It was half an apology, with how he was arching his back to the best of his ability, his hips raised high enough to clumsily rock back against your fingers, taking them deeper inside. But it wasn’t enough. He could to much better, and you wanted more. 

“And how will you do that?” 

He swallowed, eyes glistening with tears. 

“Hit me.” 

Your eyes widened. 

His bottom lip wobbled, before he raised his hips higher, presenting his ass to you. “Here,” he whispered. “You can… you can hit me as much as you want.” 

“Princess,” you muttered, breathless. You had decided that you were going to punish him anyway, but to see him being this vulnerable with you, more or less giving you his freedom and the right to raise a hand to his body when he wasn’t doing certain things your way… it was too much. It was fucked up. It was the worst offer he could ever make. 

And you fucking loved it. 

“Please, daddy,” Sanji whimpered, wriggling his ass as though to entice, “I’ve been a naughty girl and I deserve to be punished.” 

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck. Did he even know what was coming out of his lips? 

Before you knew it, your hands were on his hips, grip sweaty and tight like a brand. He whined out something pitiful, shoulders shaking as his elbows gave in and he crumbled onto the sheets, panting heavily. You rocked your hips forward, swollen shaft sliding between his cheeks with every shallow thrust, the leaking tip catching on his rim every single time, making him whine. 

“Please,” he sobbed, “I haven’t been good at all, daddy. I-I’ve been sleeping around. Letting other men put their cocks in me. I’m yours, daddy. Y-you can’t let that slide.” 

His words forced a guttural snarl out of you, and you nudged forward, forcing your tip past his tight rim, groaning loud as he squeezed and clenched around you sporadically, the stretch too much to handle. 

“Daddy!” Sanji cried. “So big…” 

“Shh, pretty girl,” you hushed, eyes screwed shut in concentration as you pushed further into the warm cave encompassing you, wanting nothing but to force your way in, to break him just as he had been begging you for. “Gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t remember your own name, baby. No one else’s but mine. How’s that sound?” 

He whined his agreement, grinding backwards every time you paused to let him take a breather, never wanting to stop. You were big and swollen with heat, and his hole, albeit stretched out and fucked thoroughly by another man’s cock, was still tight and straining to take your size. 

“H-he was nothing like you, daddy,” Sanji slurred, pretty blue eyes hazed over. “They all are nothing like you. They were so small.” 

You slammed into his hole at his words, groaning loud as he sobbed his pleasure, soaking the mattress with his tears. “Yeah? That doesn’t sound too good, baby. I’ll have ruined sex for you forever, if all the men you’ve fucked don’t compare.” 

Sanji shook his head, whining. “P-please. It’s worth it. E-even if, nnngh, ah! Daddy won’t see baby again a-after this. I’ll be daddy’s good girl tonight. I’ll be anything daddy wants.” He was blabbering, moans and cries coming out in broken syllables, wiping away his tears with the heel of his palm but they just keep on coming. It broke his heart, to know that he would just be someone you fucked tomorrow. No longer your baby. No longer yours. 

“We’ll talk about this in the morning,” you promised, inching forward until the your crotch pressed against the meat of his presenting ass, your shaft fully resting inside him, filling him up. “For now…” 

“Please, daddy,” he cried again. “Hit me.” 

The first sting didn’t hurt as much as he had expected. Your palm fell hard against his left cheek, as planned, leaving a ripple of pain and lingering pleasure, making him sob out and clench. You cursed, rubbing a rough hand over the reddened skin as though to soothe, starting to rock slowly into his throbbing hole, trying to take away some of the ache as the tapered tip of your cock crushed against his prostate, leaving nothing but ecstasy in its wake. 

Sanji didn’t like that. He didn’t like that you were still trying to take care of him, even if he had been misbehaving. You were so good to him, but Sanji didn’t want good. He wanted to be punished tonight. 

“How’s that?” you panted. “Talk to me, baby.” 

He swallowed, throat dry. “It wasn’t good at all, daddy.” 

“What? Did I use too much force? Was it—” 

“No,” he cut you off. “I want you to hit me harder.” 

You frowned at the hidden imperative in his words. 

Sanji turned his head to glare at you defiantly. “I’m not a delicate girl, daddy. I’ve been naughty, and you gotta punish me for it. Don’t hold back.” 

You frowned harder. 

“And is baby the one making orders in this room?” 

His eyes widened before they lowered in shame, and he shook his head. 

“Is baby in charge of daddy, now?” 

Sanji shook his head again, lips parting to apologize, but you cut him off with a snarl. 

“Then she should shut up and let daddy do whatever he wants to her.” 

He nodded obediently, pressing his lips together to signify that he’s listening to your orders. 

“Good girl,” you muttered. “Daddy’s gonna hit you now. And you’re going to take it, no matter what. Am I understood?” 

Sanji opened his mouth without thinking. “Yes, daddy—” 

And the slap came twice as hard. “Filthy little slut. I just told you to shut up, didn’t I?” 

He cried out loudly, bucking in your grasp, biting his bottom lip to stifle any sounds. He had to take it. For you, he would do anything. Anything to be daddy’s good girl again. 

The pleasant sting in his ass was doing wonders to his mind, sending him into a space where only you and him and the wonderful, wonderful ache existed, and nothing else mattered. But before he could even bask in the heady feeling, the third slap came again, this time on his left cheek, and his eyes rolled back, his cock twitching as he came onto the mattress with a whine and a shudder. 

And then a fourth came, soon followed by a fifth. Each one harder than the last, each one better than the last. 

Sanji couldn’t think, could hardly feel anything other than the stinging pleasure of warm violence against raw, sensitive skin, setting his nerves ablaze. He loved the hurt. He loved the burn. 

And if anything, you were still hard and aching inside him, your cock rubbing against his insides perfectly, filling him up so well, making him feel heavy and aching and grounded, one hand wrapped around his hip at all times to keep him steady while you punished him mercilessly with the other. 

Sanji lost count after twenty. 

When he came to be, you were stroking his hair, slowly pumping your cock in and out of him. The spanking had ceased, and what was left was a delicious, pulsing pain in both of his cheeks, the ache travelling deeper every time you pressed against the bruises on the backs of his thighs. He didn’t know how many times he had cum, but judging by the way his dick felt as though it had been wringed dry and the space between his thighs were all damp and sticky, probably more than once. 

You were pulling out, now, and before he could question the emptiness, something warm, thick and wet had painted itself across his cheeks, and he realised you had cum all over his ass. Over the product of your hard work, and his enduring. His bruises and the marks you put on him. 

Sanji couldn’t even cry when you leaned down to whisper “good girl” into his ear, praising him for staying still and being good for you when you needed him to. For taking your punishment like the good slut he was supposed to be. A pretty thing that followed her daddy’s orders. 

“Love you, daddy…” he slurred out, blinking mindlessly. And when you chuckled lowly, something demeaning in your tone, he couldn’t even find it in himself to be a brat about it. 

He was just that happy. 

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[rasberry-jupiter]

A Red so Warm

afab!Gojo Satoru x m!reader

smut; your boyfriend asks you to ease his period cramps in the middle of the night

✮ fingering, period sex ✮

~ 1.2k words~ MDNI | JJK Masterlist

Your sleep is light, instantly stirred when your boyfriend returns from his mission. Out all evening and night, the first thing the sorcerer does is take a shower, and the slight commotion in the bathroom easily pulls the few clouds of sleep away from you. You turn over, dragging the sheets higher, seeking their warm comfort until Satoru joins it. You've almost completely drifted off again when he finally does.

"Baby," he murmurs as he slips into bed, hugging you from behind, "you awake?"

Satoru's voice holds a whiney undertone, one you'd recognize immidiately if it weren't the middle of the night. You only groan in response, mind desperately holding onto the fragment of unconsciousness still lingering, slipping further when Satoru pulls you onto your back, his chin resting on your shoulder, observing you like a needy cat.

"Baby, I got my period," he whines again, once more trying to get your attention.

You feel sympathy - starting his cycle must suck during a night mission. "'m sorry, sweetheart," you mumble, lifting a heavy arm to stroke his still wet hair.

"Would you help me with the cramps? You know I can't sleep in pain," he requests, exaggeratedly sweet. You should have sniffed this one coming, considering Satoru always asks for sex when he bleeds, claiming it's the only thing easing the discomfort.

You huff, still not bothering to open your eyes, hopelessly convinced you can still get back to sleep. "Trying to sleep, 'toru."

"Oh, c'mon," he whines, his slender fingers wrapping around your wrist and slowly leading it downwards, "pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease... with sprinkles on top?"

Feeling his skin under your fingertips as he pulls your hand lower is all the convincing your tired mind needs, fingers twitching to life, taking control over their movements. "Fine," you huff, turning onto your side for your arm to be in a more comfortable position. "... brat."

Satoru writhes, clearly happy you're indulging him, thighs parting for you. Your fingers explore his shaved mound, finding neither pants nor panties. Of course, Satoru intended to sleep without limiting the flowing blood from his womb, a practice you almost found annoying. Changing sheets every morning isn't a pleasant task, although you can't deny the thrill of seeing Satoru's fertility stain the bed with dark red.

Your finger slips between his lips, meeting the warm slickness of menstruation. His clit is sensitive, especially now, eliciting a small gasp when you graze the pad of your index over it. He moans shamelessly when you start rubbing gentle circles into the bud, careful with the pressure - your boyfriend tends to get painfully perceptive on his period. Your hodded eyes catch the sight of his face, cockily blissed out, and way too pretty for his own good.

Your fingers travel lower, the blood warm and almost comforting around your skin. His hole is loose, easy to slide into, almost like it's inviting your invasion, begging to be fucked. You love how warm he is, the temperature only heightened by the red substance sensuously trailing down your palm and wrist. Satoru rocks his hips against your finger immediately, impatient as always.

"Mmmm like that, baby," he praises eagerly, trying to encourage you, make the loss of sleep worth your while, moaning with each thrust of your finger.

You're gentle when easing a second finger into him, feeling his walls flutter open for you, wanting, pulsating. Satoru clings closer to you, his breath fastening, moans turning into needy mewls, louder each time you push upwards, familiarly massaging his g-spot.

Satoru pushes his head into the pillow, fist desperately grasping your shirt. The walls of his pussy tremble around you, squeezing and gasping until your steady pace finally makes the sorcerer come. The orgasm is drawn out with long whines and breathless gasps, keen blue eyes shut tight. Another whine passes, this time of protest when you pull out of him.

You wipe your fingers on the sheets - having accepted their stained state - while Satoru catches his breath, fingers releasing your shirt but remaining on your chest. A glowing blue catches your gaze, persuasive as always. He leans closer, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, moaning into it with intention - your boyfriend still wants more.

"Satoru-"

"Y/n, please!" immediately he protests, lips pouting and hand wandering, gradually, carefully down your body like you wouldn't notice it if he just moved slow enough, "I'll just ride you real quick, you won't even have to do anything...."

This has been a losing battle since Satoru climbed into bed and you know it. "It's four in the morning," you groan but let his hand wander, which the sorcerer takes as green light.

He sits up next to you, hand reaching your pants. Satoru grins at the erection waiting for him, cocky that fingering him has you this worked up. Slender digits easily work your pants off and wrap around you, his hum accompanying sensual strokes. Your boyfriend's eyes are hungry, fixated on your cock, eager to get it inside himself.

He straddles you, lining your dick with his bleeding entrance. You feel the heat of the blood immediately, groaning in response. His pussy is impossibly soft around you, warm, lewd and so slick, it takes all your strength not to bury yourself fully and to let Satoru stretch himself at his own pace. His moans are borderline pornographic, drawn out until his pelvis meets yours.

He just sits there for a moment, your shaft buried deep in his womb, pulsating in sync with his cunt. Warm palms take your chest as leverage when Satoru lifts himself forward, deliberately slow to feel every inch sliding out and sliding back in. He curses sinfully, his eyes shut to concentrate on the sensation of your stretch and letting the arousal relax the painfully cramped walls of his uterus.

His hips are perfect to hold onto and guide, setting a pace that has you gasping, head thrown back into the pillow. You feel his blood coat your length, sticky yet flowing, pure yet unholy. It's addictive.

Satoru's milky thighs tense each time he lifts himself, his pussy squelching like it's screaming for more. Your cock twitches in response to the sounds, the sensations overloading your tired brain, leaving you entirely blissed out under your boyfriend, groaning and thrusting in response to each roused squeal from his lips.

His second orgasm hits quicker, marked by quivering thighs and his pelvis pressed to you as tight as possible, letting you shoot far into him when your cock is coaxed into its high by his clamping walls. Your seed reaches deep, battling the oncoming blood flow to claim his organs, paint each pulsating cell with fertility.

You gasp for air, his cunt stealing your ability to breathe as usual. He moans still, circling his hips to enjoy the last seconds your dick stretches him before you pull Satoru off, oversensitive and more tired than before.

"I'll fuck you dumb tomorrow, 'kay?" you offer as compromise upon hearing his protests, your eyes already closed while pulling him in. Your brat of a boyfriend offers a huff in response but allows the comforting touch, seeming to settle down for the night, only under the promise of a proper fuck in the morning.

[rasberry-jupiter]

thinking about free-use character cockwarming ghost!reader while he’s watching a movie with his friends at his place.

[rasberry-jupiter]

helloo have you read under the green light? can we have some top male reader x jin bcz he so finneeee

𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗕𝗢𝗬

pairing. jin (under the greenlight) x male reader

warnings. amab!top!reader, bottom!jin, lingerie, fingering, rimming, attempted feminization (using words like girl, doll, pussy, etc.)

a/n. I dropped this manhwa but yeah Jin is certainly something else. And this probably wasn't what you had in mind, but...

The lace looked ridiculous on him. The softness was so strange against his skin that he felt uncomfortable, like a million ants crawling all over him, scratching wherever they touched. He continued to move the piece, pulling it and moving it away, trying to reduce the uncomfortable feeling of tightness. Even though he didn't move, the back of the panties continued to sink between the cheeks of his ass. Too small, even though it was a size large.

Jin could barely look at his reflection in the mirror. A grown man wearing lingerie. And not just any lingerie, because as much as he wasn't thrilled about it, he still wouldn't wear just anything.

Chiffon, sheer and lace; baby blue and pastel pink.

It was something so delicate that it should be on a woman. The blue nightgown, almost translucent; the thin straps, trimmed with lace, seemed fragile on his broad shoulders, the elastic stretched beyond what they were supposed to support. The pink satin bow rested against his chest, a feminine detail in stark contrast to his masculine frame. The short, voluminous tulle skirt fell loosely around his hips, but not in the way it should have — it didn't flow gracefully, it didn't fit naturally. Instead, it rose at odd angles, as if trying to escape where it didn't belong. The hem brushed against the tops of his thighs, perhaps shorter than it should have been.

The ensemble would look stunning on a woman’s soft curves. Instead, the delicate, elegant stitching clashed with Jin’s broad chest, pointy hips, lean muscles, and a slender waist. No boobs to fill out the top and too much baggage on the bottom for the panties to sit comfortably on his balls.

But it was your birthday and Jin wanted to do something for you. Something beyond the birthday cake waiting for you in the fridge, the wrapped gift that had been strategically left in a place where you would find it. He thought he could do at least that. He remembered the casual comment you once made about how cute he would look in lingerie. Your strange tastes weren't exactly news.

"You had to be a damn pervert, [name],” he mutters to himself, pulling the silk robe around his body to hide the view of the lingerie piece.

Jin steps away from the mirror, bare feet, fingers drumming on his arm as he walks into the living room, awaiting your arrival. He's not anxious, certainly not. He's waiting for you, patiently.

He dodges your arms and kiss attempts as soon as you step through the door, knowing that once you get your hands on him then his surprise will be ruined. He watches you eat the cake with a big, goofy smile and lets you feed him. And when you pull him to sit on your lap at the table, he goes, inducing your desires, for today.

"You really prepared everything for me, hm? Thank you Jin, it means a lot." Your warm breath blows the strands of hair on the back of his neck, your soft lips on his neck, at the collar of his robe. Jin licks the frosting from his lips, hyperaware of one of your hands on his thigh, stroking over the silk of his robe. "Are you going to let me thank you?"

"For what? It's your birthday, idiot. It's supposed to be a present."

"I know," you say, teeth grazing his earlobe. Jin squirms in your lap, thighs parting as your hand travels higher. "Still. You didn’t have to."

The sound of your breath catching in your throat is ridiculously loud in the kitchen as your fingers find the strip of fabric high up on one of his thighs—the lace band tight against the muscle, held in place by the tension of the elastics. "Uh-uh-" you stutter, and Jin wants to turn around in your lap just to see your expression.

Your body reacts quickly though, there's a growing tent pushing against Jin's ass as your fingers curiously touch the garter. Sliding underneath to feel the texture of his skin and pulling just to test the snapping sound as the elastic meets his skin again. Jin tries not to react to the burning sensation that can barely be called pain, but then you continue, testing the elasticity by pulling the garter belt tighter and tighter.

"Jesus, you're gonna snap that shit," he scolds you, though he can feel the burn from the contact go straight to his cock, which perks up in the tight space of the panties.

Eventually, you find your words, "Is this for me too?"

"What do you think?"

You bury your face against the back of his neck, hand gripping his thigh, covering the garter belt in your grip. You make a strangled, pained sound. "Is there more? Can I see?"

Jin gets up from your lap with a softness in his movements that makes the robe gravitate around him and beneath it, the panties dig into his hips. He stares at you, your eyes dark and hungry, hands restless at your sides, eager to touch. He can't keep the smile off his mouth as he pushes the cake away and leans over the table.

"Alright, birthday boy, unwrap your present."

Jin fears you'll stop breathing at any moment with how you sound behind his back. Permission given may, you do not hesitate. Your hands immediately find the backs of his thighs, moving up the smooth skin, past the garter belt and pushing the hem of his robe up.

You gasp audibly when the lace outlining his ass appears. "Fuck." Your fingers dig in, squeezing his thighs with a force that is sure to leave fingerprints behind. You reach for his ass, touching it reverently, feeling how the lace falls against his soft cheeks. "So pretty, Jin. You look so hot like this. I can't believe you did this for me, do you know how much I've dreamed about this?"

One of your hands remains on his ass, massaging, caressing, the other goes down between his legs and reaches where his tight balls almost escape the panties.

"You're already hard for me. Does that do it for you too?" You tease, squeezing his balls. Heat shoots up Jin's spine and he groans. "What was it like going to a lingerie store to pick out something for yourself? Tell me, I want to hear it. Did you want to look pretty for me? Wearing something sexy, waiting for me at home with cake and wine, like a good wife should."

A... what? Jin blinks at the pleasure of your hand pushing further between his legs, palming his hard cock. His mind starts to swim, it becomes hard to think with you touching him. He was already so hard for you, dripping into his new panties, throbbing with desperation.

"You're making a mess of your new panties, what a dirty girl you are, darling," you seem lost in your mumble as you continue to talk nonstop, fingers tightening around his girth, feeling his weight and the heat radiating through the fabric.

Jin pushes his ass back, arching his spine deeper. He wanted to be touched more, wanted you to get rid of those clothes and just fuck him until he couldn't stand up.

"Wait. Wait. Let me take this from you." Jin takes a resigned breath and swallows back the whimper when your touch is gone. You take off his robe and throw it over one of the chairs, now the entire piece of lingerie is exposed to your eyes — and Jin feels your attention burn.

"Jin, Jin, fuck, I- you-" A beat, then your hands are on him again, all over the place — squeezing his thighs, tracing his hips, kneading his chest, pulling and feeling the texture of each part of the lingerie. "You're gonna kill one of these days, you look like my filthiest dream right now: ass in the air, all dolled up for me, is that mascara I saw in your eyes earlier?"

You don't expect any response and none comes. Jin certainly wouldn't admit to the accusation of wearing a bit of makeup to you.

Jin doesn't see you fall to your knees on the kitchen floor, but he feels your breath on his thighs. Your warm hands squeeze his ass, always obsessed with his ass. Then you're pulling his expensive panties to the side, and bending over. Looking closely at his hole, pink and glistening with lube, already smooth and stretched. Your breath hits the sensitive space and Jin hisses. You’re sniffing it and Jin almost blushes.

"Strawberry?" You ask. One finger holding his panties away, Jin doesn’t have time to prepare for the pure pleasure that is when you lick a wet line over his hole.

Jin grabs the table and lifts his ass higher, searching for more. "No, it's not," you mutter to yourself, leaning in for another taste. You're fucking licking his hole, tasting him like he's a popsicle, trying to figure out what the lube tastes like. "What's that?"

Jin grunts as your tongue returns, hot and wet against his sensitive hole, licking and sucking with a gentleness that makes his legs tremble. No matter how good it feels, this provocation could kill him.

"It's watermelon," Jin corrects you, hair messy in front of his eyes, breathing already slowing.

"Oh yes," you agree, thumb pressing against his pulsing hole, tongue licking one last time over the sensitive rim before pulling away. "It’s definitely watermelon."

Jin gasps, elbows on the table that sways under his strength. You stand, and he hears the sound of your zipper coming undone, almost drowned out by his groan as your thumb sinks inside.

"I can't believe you got ready for me. You took your sweet time stretching out on your fingers with your watermelon lube, rubbed moisturizer on your body and then put this on for me." Your mouth runs wild again, finger going in and out of him slowly, to let him feel the fullness and then the emptiness. "I can't wait to fuck you, I'm going to make you cum in your panties and then fill you with my cum — would you like that? Do you want to get your panties dirty while I fuck your pussy, doll?"

Your dirty talk sequence is interrupted by the sharp pain that shoots through your body and straight to your lungs as Jin's elbow connects with your ribs. You lean over him, your body warm against his back as you gasp for air. Jin feels your bare cock push between his ass cheeks.

"Don't push kid," Jin says through gritted teeth, his face burning. "Catch your breath, think before you speak, don't let that shit go to your head, and then go get the lube to fuck me."

You breathe deeply, one hand resting on the table next to Jin’s body and the other apparently pressed against your side. "Yes, baby. O-one minute."

If this was just another one of his your fetishes then it should be left for another celebratory date. Jin would only deal with one of your perverted tastes at a time.