rasberry-jupiter

[rasberry-jupiter]

"WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO SERVE"

pairing. Slave!Suguru Geto x Top!Curse user!male reader

synopsis. m/n is involved in human trafficking, and suguru falls into his hands. — 2.1k

warnings. mdni, amab reader, dead dove, dubcon, human trafficking, slavery, physical restraint, manipulation, exploitation, dark themes, power imbalance.

The auction floor reeked of desperation and fear. Beneath the glamour and riches of bidders, soft sobs and whispered prayers filled the air, a background noise no one paid attention to. 

Suguru Geto sat in silence, his long black hair hanging in tangled strands over his face. His hands were cuffed in front of him, his thin wrists rubbed raw by cold steel.

He was no stranger to this process. The handlers would parade him around, push his face toward the crowd, and croon about his “unique” talents.

They’d remind the buyers of how rare he was—"One of the few sorcerers in captivity,” they’d say. “A handsome one, too. Imagine the possibilities!”

He bit the inside of his cheek as he stood, forcing himself to stay still as rough hands grabbed his chin, tilting his face toward the light. 

He caught glimpses of the bidders—men and women seated in shadows, their faces obscured by masks or veils. He’d learned long ago not to meet their gazes. It only made things worse.

“Fifty million,” someone called from the crowd.

“Sixty,” another countered.

The numbers climbed higher. Suguru’s stomach churned, but his expression remained blank. The money didn’t matter to him. It never had. No amount of wealth could change the fact that his life was no longer his own.

Then a voice cut through the din, smooth and commanding, “One hundred million.”

The room fell silent. Suguru’s head lifted ever so slightly, his dark eyes narrowing as he tried to find the source. A figure stood near the back of the room, dressed in sleek black. 

You didn’t bother hiding your face like the others. Why would you? The confidence in your posture, the weight of your gaze, made it clear you had no reason to fear anyone here.

The auctioneer hesitated for a moment, then slammed the gavel down with finality. “Sold!”

Suguru’s shoulders stiffened. His fate had been sealed once again.

　　　　　　　　　୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

You didn’t speak to him until you were alone.

The holding cell where he’d been delivered was cleaner than most—if only marginally. A single cot, a sink, and a mirror bolted to the wall were all it offered. Suguru sat on the cot, his hands still bound, as he listened to your measured footsteps approach.

The door creaked open, and you stepped inside, shutting it firmly behind you. You took a moment to survey him, your sharp gaze sweeping over his thin frame and dirt-streaked face.

“You’re skinnier than I expected,” you said at last, your tone almost conversational.

Suguru didn’t respond. He kept his eyes fixed on the floor.

“You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?” you continued, crouching in front of him. Your voice softened, but there was an edge to it—a predator’s patience. “But you’re not broken. Not yet.”

His jaw tightened.

You reached out, and for a moment, he thought you were going to strike him. Instead, your fingers brushed his chin, tilting his face upward until his eyes met yours.

“Do you know why I bought you?” you asked.

When he didn’t answer, your grip tightened, your thumb pressing against his jaw. “Answer me.”

“…Because you can,” he said quietly, his voice hoarse.

You smiled faintly, though there was no kindness in it. “That’s part of it. But the real reason is your potential. You’re not like the others. You’re… special.”

Something in your tone made his stomach twist.

“I’ve seen what you can do,” you continued, releasing him and standing to your full height. “Swallowing curses? That’s quite the party trick. Dangerous, too, if you don’t know what you’re doing. But don’t worry—I’ll teach you. I’ll show you how to control it.”

He frowned, his brows furrowing. “Why? What do you want from me?”

You chuckled, the sound low and rich. “You’ll see soon enough. But for now…” You reached into your pocket, pulling out a key. “Let’s get those cuffs off.”

The sudden gesture of “kindness” threw him off guard. He flinched slightly as you stepped closer, but you only unlocked the cuffs, letting them fall to the floor with a heavy clink.

“There,” you said, stepping back. “Better, isn’t it?”

Suguru rubbed his wrists, his gaze wary. He didn’t trust you—he couldn’t. But for the first time in years, he felt the faintest flicker of… something. Not hope, exactly. More like curiosity.

　　　　　　　　　୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

Over the next few months, Suguru learned to navigate the strange, suffocating dynamic the two of them shared created. You were cruel but patient, demanding but generous. You pushed him hard, forcing him to confront the creatures that haunted him, but you also gave him food, clothing, and a bed that didn’t smell like rot.

At first, he fought you—quietly, subtly, but it was resistance all the same. He avoided your gaze, answered your commands with silence, and clung to the scraps of defiance he had left. But you were patient. You didn’t need to break him quickly.

One night, after a gruelling session, you found him sitting in the training room, his back against the wall, his head tilted back as he stared at the ceiling. His chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, his dark hair sticking to his sweat-damp skin.

“You’re improving,” you said, stepping into the room.

He didn’t look at you, but you saw the tension in his shoulders.

“You’ve come a long way,” you continued, crouching in front of him. “But you’re still holding back.”

“I’m not—”

“You are,” you interrupted, your voice firm. “You’re afraid of your own power. Afraid of what it means.”

You reached out, your hand settling on his shoulder. He stiffened beneath your touch, but he didn’t pull away.

“But that’s why you have me,” you said softly, your thumb brushing against his collarbone. “To guide you. To take care of you.”

His breath hitched, and you didn’t miss the way his body leaned ever so slightly toward yours, like a moth drawn to a flame.

“You don’t have to be afraid, Suguru,” you murmured, your voice low and steady. “Not with me.”

For a moment, he let himself believe you.

　　　　　　　　　୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

The tension between you came to a head one evening as you sat together in your private quarters. The room was warm, the fire casting flickering shadows on the walls. Suguru sat cross-legged on the floor, his hands resting on his knees, his posture stiff but his gaze distant.

You watched him for a long moment before speaking. “Do you know why I haven’t sold you yet?”

He blinked, startled by the question.

You leaned forward, your elbows resting on your knees. “Because I see something in you. Something no one else ever has.”

His brow furrowed, confusion flickering across his face.

“You think you’re weak,” you continued, your voice softening. “But you’re not. You’re strong, Suguru. Stronger than you realize.”

He looked away, his jaw tightening.

You stood and crossed the room, kneeling in front of him. Your fingers tilted his chin upward, forcing him to meet your gaze. “You’ve given me everything except one thing,” you said, your tone laced with quiet command. “Your trust.”

“I…” His voice faltered, his throat dry.

“Do you trust me, Suguru?” you asked, your thumb brushing against his jaw.

His heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing. He wanted to say no, to push you away, but the words wouldn’t come.

You smiled faintly, your hand sliding down to rest against his chest. “Good boy,” you murmured, your lips brushing against his.

His breath hitched, his body betraying him as he leaned into your touch, his resolve crumbling under the weight of your presence.

And when your lips met his, he didn’t pull away.

For a moment, he lets himself sink into the sensation of your lips pressed up against his. But that feeling is fragile and fleeting, cracked the moment your hand slid lower, resting just above his waist. Suguru’s breathing faltered, his dark eyes snapping to yours, wide and uncertain.

“What are you—”

“You’ve come so far, Suguru,” you murmured, cutting him off as your thumb brushed the sensitive curve of his hipbone. “But there’s still more I need to take from you.”

His chest tightened, his pulse pounding in his ears. “You—”

“Shh,” you whispered, your voice soft but commanding, your other hand pressing firmly against his shoulder to hold him in place. “Don’t think. Just feel.”

Suguru’s fingers twitched against the floor, his body stiff beneath your touch. He wanted to resist, to push you away, but his limbs felt heavy, sluggish. 

You’d spent months unravelling his defences, picking apart the walls he’d built to protect himself, and now, in this moment, he realized he had nothing left to fight with.

Your lips brushed against the corner of his mouth, a teasing, fleeting touch that made him shiver. “You’re mine, Suguru,” you said, your breath warm against his skin. “Every inch of you belongs to me. Say it.”

He shook his head weakly, his jaw clenching in defiance. But when your hand slipped beneath his shirt, your fingers splaying across the hard planes of his stomach and the softness of his plush chest, he couldn’t suppress the quiet gasp that escaped him.

“Say it,” you repeated, your tone sharper now, your grip firm as you pulled him closer.

“I’m…” His voice cracked, his throat dry as shame and reluctant desire churned in his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut, unable to meet your gaze as the words slipped from his lips in a broken whisper. “I’m yours.”

The smirk that curved your lips was triumphant, your hand trailing higher to press against his racing heart. “Good boy,” you murmured, the praise dripping with satisfaction. “You’re finally starting to understand.”

He let out a shuddering breath, his head tilting back against the wall as you leaned over him, your weight pressing him into the hard floor. His body was tense, his fingers curling into fists at his sides, but he didn’t pull away as your lips found his neck.

You kissed him softly at first, your mouth warm and insistent as it moved along his skin. But when your teeth grazed the sensitive spot just below his ear, he couldn’t stop the quiet sound that escaped him—a low, shaky moan that made your grin widen.

“That’s it,” you murmured, your hands sliding lower to hook into the waistband of his pants. “No more fighting. No more pretending. Just let me have you.”

His breath hitched as you tugged the fabric down, the cool air brushing against his flushed cock. He bit his lip, his face burning with shame as you pressed closer, your hands mapping every inch of his trembling body.

“You’re beautiful like this,” you said softly, your tone laced with both affection and possession. “Completely mine. Doesn’t it feel good to give in?”

Suguru didn’t answer, his breath hitching as your hand wrapped around his embarrassingly hard cock, your touch firm and deliberate. His body betrayed him completely now, his hips jerking into your hand as his resolve crumbled.

“Look at me,” you commanded, your voice sharp enough to cut through the haze clouding his mind.

He hesitated, his eyes flickering with defiance even as his body obeyed, tilting his head to meet your gaze.

“There you are,” you murmured, your smirk softening into something almost gentle. “Good boy.”

Your praise sent a shiver down his spine, his body trembling beneath your touch as you stroked him with practiced ease. His breaths came in short, uneven bursts, his head falling back against the floor as heat coiled low in his stomach.

“You’re perfect like this,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his in a teasing, fleeting kiss. “So sweet. So obedient. And all mine.”

He wanted to hate you. He wanted to hate himself. But as your hand moved faster, pulling him closer to the edge, he couldn’t think about anything else—couldn’t feel anything but the urge to cum into your warm sticky hand, the weight of your gaze pressing down on him until he couldn’t breathe.

When he finally broke, his release spilling over your hand in hot, shuddering waves, you caught his gasp with your mouth, swallowing the sound as you kissed him deeply. His body sagged beneath you, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths as the tension bled from his limbs.

You pulled back slightly, your lips curved in a satisfied smile as you brushed a strand of hair from his sweat-damp face. “What a privilege it is to serve, isn’t it?”

Suguru’s eyes fluttered shut, his body trembling as he let your words wash over him, too exhausted—too defeated—to respond.

[rasberry-jupiter]

IS IT INNOCENCE? | RAMBLES

a/n: kinda inspired by the incredible manga given to me by a lovely annon. you guys might’ve also noticed my little change in writing (found the “sub character who’s…” repetitive). + heyyy, im back again 😋

warnings: 1366 words, sexual content!! corruption, dubcon, aphrodisiac, incubus!! mating press, rimming, begging(?), mentions of wounds (claw marks and bites), dumbification, overstim, dacryphilia

Sub character who’s a priest, a holistic and faithful individual. To many, he was a beloved and faithful priest, someone whose words carried warmth and whose actions were benevolent. His heart belongs to only one—his God, the one he serves with unwavering devotion. Every prayer he whispers, every act of service he offers, is for the glory of his beloved deity. He gives his whole self—mind, body, and soul—expecting nothing in return but the chance to honor the one he reveres above all else. To him, there is no love purer, no bond stronger, than the one he shares with his God.

However, he’s been hearing this faint voice in his head lately. He doesn’t remember when it started but he regrettably remembers the lingering words of the voice. The voice was… smooth and low, as velvety as the rich taste of velvet cake. At day, it stays silent, offering him peace of mind. But at night? Its whispers seem to grow louder and louder. His ears tingle with every tone carried by the voice, every word making him furrow his eyebrows as if a snake is hissing beside his ear and inside his mind, at the same time. But he doesn’t doubt that this is a trial of his God, that this is a test of strength. To overcome such a challenge would require patience, and yes, he believes he has quite the patience.

During this “trial” for him, sometimes he finds himself looking at someone in the crowd while he does his sermons. He doesn’t understand why but he could only focus on you, you who seemed strangely interesting to him. And at night, in his dreams, the voice who didn’t have a face, seemingly held your face. He felt guilty, you were an innocent child of God. He believes you are nothing but blameless, someone the demon who is tempting him, is using against him. Yet there are moments, fleeting and fragile, where doubt creeps in. What if this strange pull toward you is not temptation but something else entirely? What if the face in his dreams is not a curse but a message? No… you are innocent, he tells himself again and again. Innocent. Innocent. Innocent…? Yet, with every meeting, with every glance in your direction, the lines blur a little more.

It gets even worse as more nights come to be, his dreams far from pure. It was unbefitting for a child of God, disgusting even. Nevertheless, he continued to dream about you, you, you. What makes you special? He puts his face in his hands, trying to forget the lingering memory of your large yet slim fingers—the way your long claws can kill him yet… you don’t. You lightly trail your claws from the bottom of his ear to his jawline before you grab his neck. The hot feeling of your long tongue licking his neck. He felt ashamed whenever you started to speak, that voice that was oh so smooth whispering degrading words he had never heard before.

With every night spent with only you and him, he starts to question his faith. Why is it that you continue to appear in his dreams? Are you… a messenger or a God? He couldn't help but lean to the latter idea. You were powerful, that he knew. It felt as if you knew him inside and out—all the things he’s hidden and all the things he’s given as if you were paying a particularly close eye on him. It felt as if you were… choosing him? No. What was he saying, he must be out of his mind! But he can’t help but think of you. You must find him important enough for you to continue having contact with him.

Sub character who one day had a private confession with you. After one of his sermons, you surprisingly found him in a garden near his church. You kindly asked him if you could confess your sins to him, eyes gleaming with innocence and naivety. He pursed his lips in what seemed like hesitation, he couldn't brush off that expectant face of yours. He believes just as he serves his God, he must be of service to you as well. That’s where you two found yourselves in a private room, having specifically asked for it. He kneeled beside you before the statue of his God yet he couldn't help but steal glances at you. You had the same features, down to the moles. He couldn't help but compare you to the one in his dreams. You were pure while the other was… impure. You were innocent, he shouldn't doubt it—he shouldn't doubt his judgment.

Sub character who finds your lips on his, his wrists being pinned down by your clawed hands. He whimpered beneath you, trembling and bucking up into your tail. That long, sleek tail of yours was wrapped tightly around his leaking member. He didn't known what happened to lead to this. Something smelled sweet, intoxicating even—like it was making his body start begging for something… something that only happening in his dreams. His half-lidded eyes stared into your own eyes, your eyes gleaming with mischief. He noticed your features changed. You were bigger now and there were horns on your head… horns?! No… He‘s just not thinking straight… you’re innocent! He tries to convince yourself but as you push your long tongue inside his mouth and squeeze your tail around his member, he couldn’t help but think oppositely.

He finds his legs being propped onto your shoulders and have lets out a weak, confused noise before he let out a squeak as you raise him up by his thighs. That’s when he felt your tongue circling his hole. Are you about to— He lets out a loud squeak, feeling your firm, hot tongue push into his walls. You were overstimulating him, his hands tightly gripping the carpet underneath as his member twitches. The tip of his member was dripping a pathetic amount of cum, desperate for another release. Your tongue was long, moving against all the pleasurable spots he didn't know were actually inside him and not only just imaginative. Your tail was still around him, lazily pumping him until he has another quick orgasm.

Sub character whose being pinned down onto the floor, folded in half. Your large dick was throbbing against his own, yours putting his to shame, shamefully excited, I mean. He stared down at it with bated breaths, hearts in his eyes. One of your large hands moved from his thighs to around his neck, your thumb pushing his chin up to look into those sadistic eyes of yours. When your eyes met his, something suddenly (and surprisingly) clicked inside his mushy mind and he started to beg for you. Frantic words filled with desperation and tears. He needed you. He needs to become one with you. He needed you, carnally.

He who finds himself being pounded in a quick, rough way. He could barely think of anything, the only thing he could feel was your large dick pushing into his widened, slick hole. You were reaching deep into him, the various bumps of your member pushing against all the right places in his gummy walls. He couldn't even let out sounds or tears. He was just taking you all the way in and out, like a pathetic fuck toy of yours. Only when that hand of yours squeezes his throat is when he lets out a whiney moan. His hands were holding onto your arm, digging his nails into your skin, clawing at them even. He rolls his eyes behind his skull as he comes again and before he passes out, the statue of his “God” stared back down at him, mockingly.

He finds himself in his room, staring up at the ceiling blankly. He tries to sit up, only to be met with pain, both at his back and in his ass. He flinches, noticing the mirror near his bed, something he didn’t have before. His entire appearance messy, claw marks and bite marks. It was impure… yet it was strangely excited. His breaths becoming heavier as he rubs his thighs together.

Maybe you were actually his God.

@alteriivik | do not steal

[rasberry-jupiter]

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 ✞

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞. when his schedule became not so hectic, minghao decides to surprise you after realizing you’ve been as exhausted as he is lately.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. xu minghao x ceo!male reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. NSFW, strong language, top!reader, bottom!minghao, deep throat, face fuck, crossdressing (minghao wears lingerie), fingering, praise kink, sex against desk, choking if you squint, breeding, hair pulling, dacryphilia, office sex, overstimulation, degradation if you squint, name calling (slut), lots of dirty talk

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED DNI !!

Being the CEO of a most selling, popular brand worldwide would always get tiring no matter how you love your job. Most of the time, you’d have to stay in your office to complete the task works, sign some papers, deal with things the CEO has to deal with and has no time resting. So the only escape was Xu Minghao, your boyfriend, who have always been the source of relief to you and could make you smile no matter what the situation is.

However, he’s one of korea’s famous boy group meaning his schedule isn’t always free— in fact, it was more hectic than yours and you’d only see him for like twenty minutes before he has to go again.

Due to this, it’s been almost two weeks since you properly spent time with each other and both were as stressed as the other, annoyance showing as day goes by.

Today, though? Minghao got lucky.

Seventeen was given a weekend off, which means he finally can spend those two days with you to catch up, and he was obviously excited despite knowing your schedule doesn’t match his. Remembering how exhausted you sounded last night when he called, Minghao bought something for the surprise — something that he knows you’ll love and go crazy over — wearing it underneath his usual fashionista type of outfit before leaving the dorm.

You were rubbing your temples when the telephone on your desk started ringing, causing an exasperated sigh to escape as your finger pushed the answer button so you don’t have to take the phone. “What is it?”

“Sir, I apologize for the disturbance. Mr. Xu is on his way there to your office, I thought I should notify you.”

Surprise coat your face, but relief washed over you and a smile automatically spread across your lips, ignoring the tiredness. “Alright, thank you.”

As soon as the line went off, the doors opened and Minghao enters, immediately smiling at you, then locking them behind him. He has to thank you for not having transparent doors like other CEO’s. Walking over to you, his hand found itself on your shoulder and gently rubbed it, concern filling him at the sight of your tired face.

“Are you okay, wô de ài?” The nickname in his native language made your stomach do flips as a relaxed smile appear on your lips.

“I am, darling. Thank you for coming here, but I still have things to do and I don’t think I’ll finish them anytime soon.” Disappointment was evident in your voice as you sigh and rub your face with one hand, wanting to finish everything as soon as possible so you can tend to him.

Minghao glances at the papers and begins gathering them. You didn’t question it; looking at those papers give you headache and you’ll be more than glad to not see it scattered all over your desk. He then pulled the drawer to place them inside. “You need to relax, (Y/n).” You sighed at his soft, soothing voice.

“I’ll help you.” He said and turned your office chair for you to face him, kneeling on the floor and giving your thighs a firm squeeze.

You hummed appreciatively, Minghao taking it as a sign of permission before he unbuckled your belt, popping the buttons and sliding the pants down along with your boxers, letting it rest on your thighs as your semi-hard cock sprung out.

He almost let out a moan at its sight, but prevented himself, licking his lips and looking up at you, who was waiting with one of your elbows on the armrest as your cheek rest on the back of your hand. Seeing lust take over your previously tired eyes made him gulp in excitement, knowing you won’t go easy on him once he starts. Not that he’s a masochist, but he always liked when you go rough on him, specially at a working place.

“Go ahead, love. Help me relieve the stress.” You smirked, watching him like a predator targeting its prey.

Nodding silently, he finally wrapped his hand around your cock which almost made you buckle your hips, the familiar sensation making you shiver. Minghao began moving his hand and giving kitten licks on the tip, not having to wait long for it to go completely hard. Once it did, he rubs the slit with his thumb and let his tongue travel from the base to the head, pulling a pleasured groan out of you.

Your hand that your face was previously resting on slips through Minghao’s black hair while the other laid on the armrest, unused. “Take it all in now.” The words came out as demanding, his hips unconsciously buckling in response.

Minghao doesn’t hesitate to obey your demand, opening his mouth to slide your cock all the way in. You moaned loudly at the feeling of his warm mouth engulfing you while he gagged at your size and length, eyes stinging as tears appeared, feeling your hand tightening its hold on his hair but not enough to hurt him. Starting to bob his head up and down, Minghao watched as you throw your head back in pleasure and moan sinfully, the sound completely turning him on.

“Ah, fuck— you’re so good at this, baby.” You praise, followed by a moan.

Minghao always love hearing you praise him, thus he took it as an encouragement to lower his head further down as he continued bobbing his head, feeling your cock slide in and out of his throat each movement, earning a much louder moan from you.

Looking up, his cock twitched in his pants at the sight— your face showing pure ecstasy with eyes closed, mouth apart to let out series of curses and moans and groans, empty hand gripping the armrest until your knuckles turned white. Minghao felt pride swarm inside him for how obviously good he makes you feel. However, when you opened your eyes and leaned away from the office chair while tugging on his hair enough to give him both pain and pleasure, Minghao stopped himself from bobbing his head and stayed at the tip of your cock, his tongue licking the slit.

“Do you think you can take me fucking into your mouth like a sex doll, hm?” You asked, smirking almost sadistically, tilting your head.

Although he knew it was rhetorical, Minghao still nodded.

A chuckle erupts from your throat, “Of course, you can. You’re my good little slut after all.” His own erection throbbed at the name.

Minghao didn’t have time to prepare himself before you pushed his head to take all your cock in again, this time holding him in place as you start thrusting your hips and fuck his throat ruthlessly, wet sounds echoing throughout your office while he gagged on your cock, choking a little. Fortunately, everything is soundproof in your work place so there’s no need to worry about someone hearing your personal business.

His cock throbbed in his pants each time you fuck into his mouth and it felt as if he was going to cum any seconds just by you abusing his throat, but he doesn’t care at that moment as all he could focus on was the pleasure.

Saliva and precum dripped down his chin and his jaw was becoming sore, yet he didn’t want you to stop as squeezed your thighs with his hands. Your moans starts to get louder as Minghao felt your cock throbbing in his mouth, the movement of your hips becoming sloppy, excitement dancing in the pit of his stomach. With five more thrusts into his mouth you came, loud moan escaping your lips and head thrown back, spilling your hot seeds in his throat.

Minghao moans at the taste of you and buckled his hips, almost cumming, tears running down his flushed cheeks as he gripped your thighs and waited for you to calm down from your high. As soon as you pulled out, he doesn’t waste time to swallow the remaining cum in his mouth, lips glossy due to the mixture of his saliva and your cum.

Gently gripping his jaw, you forced him to open his mouth and smirked in satisfaction. “Hm... Such a good boy, swallowing my cum obediently like the little slut that you are.”

Tears glistening his eyes, Minghao rubs your arm with one hand while the other squeezed your thigh. “Please, (Y/n), it’s been so long.” He begged desperately. You raised your brows, clearly loving how he begs to be fucked right then and there, but wanting him to do more.

“(Y/n)— Please, please, please, fuck me. I waited so long for this, just fucking ruin me.”

Oh, now that he mentioned, you aren’t definitely gonna go easy on him today.

Before he could utter more desperate begs, you smashed your lips on his to kiss him hungrily and lustfully, bringing both hands down to lift him up by the back of his thighs and he quickly wrapped his legs around you in response, reciprocating the kiss. You set him on the table, brushing your unclothed crotch against his clothed one to pull a moan out of you two.

“Wait,” Breathing out, Minghao stopped your hands that were beginning to remove his clothes. You pulled away and looked at him in confusion as he bit his lip, “I actually wanted to surprise you.” Before unbuttoning his pants and sliding it off his legs, your eyes widening at the black laced lingerie he’s wearing.

He then removed his top, also revealing a black laced lingerie hugging his figure perfectly. Mesmerized by the lustful sight right in front of your eyes, you couldn’t help but run your hands all over his body in amazement at his beauty. He felt shy under your strong gaze, but seeing you get all bothered by him wearing a feminine underwear boosted his confidence.

“You should wear something like this more.” You finally said, leaning down to place open mouthed kisses along his neck, pulling his hips closer so your crotches brushed against each other once again and earning an angelic moan from Minghao. “It drives me crazy with the want and need to ruin you.” You growled against his ear, causing shivers to crawl up his spine.

You then pulled away to place two fingers in front of his mouth, “Suck.”

Minghao immediately obliged, sucking on it as sexually as possible to turn you on more, running his wet muscle against the skin like it’s a lollipop all the while maintaining eye contact before letting it go with a pop. You pushed the bottom of the lingerie aside and aligned one finger well coated with saliva on his hole, entering it slowly.

“Fuck, were you fucking yourself or something, baby?” You cursed, noticing how two fingers were quick to slip in.

Minghao moaned and wrapped his arms around your neck, one hand tangling on your hair as you began pushing your fingers in and out. “A-ah! I- I was, with a dildo— fuck!”

You clicked your tongue twice, not in annoyance but as a way to mock him.

“Filthy slut, aren’t you? Fucking yourself with a dildo, imagining it was me all along... You could’ve filmed it and send it to me, I would’ve loved to watch you make a mess out of yourself.” You smirked as his cock twitched at the imagination and he gasped, clinging onto you tighter when your fingers did wonders on its own.

Tears were already shimmering in his eyes that had yours darken. You then curled your fingers inside him, successfully hitting his prostate, causing Minghao to moan loudly and arch his back in pleasure. Your lips clasped around the skin of his exposed neck, sucking, licking and biting to create marks all over, doubling the pleasure being given to him.

“(Y-Y/n), please— AGHN! Fuck! It— it feels so fucking good!” Minghao mewled, tears now escaping his beautiful eyes.

You groaned against his neck and stopped the urge to buckle your hips. Chuckling darkly, you pulled away just enough to look at his tearstained face that had your pants tighten. “Oh, yeah? I bet it does. You love my fingers, don’t you?”

As if testing him, you thrusted your fingers knuckle-deep, earning a gasp from your boyfriend. He couldn’t answer you properly even if he tried because of your fingers that constantly thrusted to hit his prostate, never missing a beat — all he could do was moan and moan and moan as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

The sight of him fucked out just with your fingers was so pretty to behold that it had you grinding your hips on the table to cause some little friction.

“God, you’re already a mess.” You growled against his ear and Minghao whimpers. “I’m gonna fuck you well and hard. I hope you can fucking take it.” He clenched around your fingers after hearing those words, earning a hum from you, noticing how close he was to orgasming.

Thrusting your fingers in a fast pace, Minghao arches his back as loud moan escaped his throat. “Oh my god, f-uck! Please, please, please— aghHh! (Y/n)!”

“That’s right, baby.” You praise, fastening the pace of your fingers and perfectly hitting his prostate while Minghao can’t do anything but to moan at the torturous pleasure given to him. Your cock hurt from how hard it was at the angelic sight; Minghao in black lace lingerie, completely drowned in pleasure.

“Are you gonna cum?” You asked gently, a contrast to how your fingers were moving. Minghao only frantically nods his head in repeat, unable to form any coherent sentences as his hands tried to search for something to grip on the desk.

“Cum for me, now.” That was enough to send him over the edge.

Minghao let out a loud, drawn out moan while throwing his head back, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he came untouched, white seeds shooting from the tip of his cock staining the black laced lingerie he wore. His entire body shakes and he could already see stars in his vision, although his consciousness knew this isn’t over yet.

Helping him ride out his high, you thrusted your fingers a few times more before pulling out and licking them, (e/c) eyes watching him intently. Once catching his breath, Minghao pulls you by the necktie to smash his lips back against yours, tongues exploring each other’s mouths. He slipped his hand through your hair while the other stayed on your nape, tugging it to erupt a moan from you. His legs wraps around your waist to bring you closer and he buckled his hips to brush your cocks together. You moaned against his mouth and grinded your hips to cause more friction.

Breaking the kiss, Minghao breathlessly chuckled before licking his swollen lips. You glanced at it, then back at him, a smirk spreading across your face.

God, you’re so fucking hot. Minghao thought.

You don’t fucking know how much you affect him.

“Aren’t you gonna fuck me well and hard?” He said rather seductively even though it wasn’t his intention to, grasping your hand and putting it over his exposed throat. Your cock twitches.

“Of course,” Pressing the sides of Minghao’s throat, you smirked. “Don’t have to be so hungry for my cock, darling. I plan to ruin you.” You didn’t let him wait and slammed your cock inside him without warning, immediately pulling a high pitched scream out his lips, his head thrown back on the desk.

The confidence he had was quickly thrown out the window as you began thrusting your hips, angling to make sure your cock hit his prostate.

“Fuck! aghhHn! Yes, right th-there!” He whines, unable to keep himself from making all sounds possible, hair disheveled.

“Fuck,” You breathe against his neck, biting on the skin and sending a prick of pain through him. “You feel so fucking good, Minghao. Such a good slut just as I remember.” Minghao clenched around you at the praise that spilled and you groan, loving the way his walls wrap around your cock perfectly, as if it was made to be like that.

A series of profanities, whimpers and moans were escaping Minghao’s mouth as you roughly pounded into him like there’s no tomorrow, cherishing the time you finally have with your boyfriend and both drowning in pleasure.

His back arched, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Oh my god— (Y/n)!” Minghao was practically screaming your name at this point.

You pressed the sides of his throat gently once again, growl slipping pass your lips. “That’s it, scream my name, darling. Let everyone know how good I make you feel.” Grunting, you snapped your hips against his roughly and thrusted your cock deeper.

Minghao threw his head back, eyes rolling to the back of his head for the third time this day, near-scream moan erupting from his throat. Tears spilled from his eyes endlessly and he could already see stars in his vision, mind too clouded in pleasure to think about anything else. It feels so damn good — the way every inches of your cock brushes against his insides and hits his prostate at a perfect angle. He can’t think about anything but you and how your big, thick cock feels.

His arms wrapped around your neck and one hand slipped through your disheveled hair, tugging just enough to sting. You hissed slightly but didn’t stop him since even that little pain turned into pleasure.

“Oh, fuck! I’m gonna— ’m gonna cum!” Minghao screams, staring into your eyes with his own tearful ones.

You lean close to him and bite his ear, Minghao’s hips jolting in reaction. “Yeah? You’re gonna cum on my cock? Go ahead, make a mess out of it. Cum, baby.” Yur growl was enough to send him over the edge.

His back arched and he screams loud while throwing his head back, white seeds shooting out from his cock for the second time this day and prettily decorating his stomach and chest. The tug on your hair strengthened when he reached his orgasm, but you paid no mind to it as you went to create more visible hickeys on the skin of his neck, moaning yourself at how tight he became. It took everything in you not to cum just then and there.

You didn’t stop thrusting even after he came, causing his body to tremble from overstimulation and whimpers escapes his mouth.

“(Y-Y/n)... ah! I- I just came— hngh! Too much!” Minghao moans, his throat starting to become sore and drool dripping on his chin, but you made no move to stop, though your thrusts aren’t as rough as before.

“Hao, my love, can you still take it?” You spoke lovingly and adoringly putting a contrast to how rough you were handling him just seconds ago, hand stroking his cheek affectionately.

Even though the question was purely rhetorical, Minghao still nodded his head and placed his hand above yours that is on his cheek, dazed look on his face. “Y-yes. Please, (Y/n), cum— Fuck—! Cum in me. Please.” He whines, desperate to be filled with your cum, to be bred by you.

You chuckled lowly, sending shivers down his spine.

“Oh, I will even if you don’t tell me to.” Your pace slowed, but your thrust became sharp and deep, pulling a gasp and loud moan out of his pretty little mouth. “I’ll fill you up good until you’re full and my cum’s dripping out of your hole. Breed you well and good, hm? Would you like that?” You licked your lips and pounded into him sharply and harshly on purpose — Minghao couldn’t do anything but moan louder than ever before every time your cock reach the very end of his insides.

Minghao nods his head rapidly as incoherent noises spilled from his mouth, tongue almost making an appearance. That’s when you knew he’s completely out of it; too lost in pleasure to even answer anything you say.

With each thrusts your moans became louder and louder until you could feel an orgasm building in your stomach, your pace only then turning sloppy. Minghao felt your cock throb a few times before both of you let out a loud moan and a hot seed spilled inside him, perfectly filling him up just like you promised, the weeks of not getting a relief taking toll on you.

You rolled your hips slowly, calming yourself from your high and leaning down to capture his lips in a breathless passionate kiss. However, when you pulled away, Minghao immediately knew you aren’t done with him due to the way your eyes glinted darkly in predatory.

But he saw it coming, didn’t he?

If not, he wouldn’t have come here in the first place and seduce you wearing the most sexiest lingerie he knows you’d love. So he smiled breathlessly, wrapping his arms around your neck and pulling you close until your nose touches his, sigh leaving him.

“Go ahead, my love... Don’t stop until you’re satisfied.”

Minghao certainly does not regret choosing to wear a black laced lingerie for this surprise.

© ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴀʟʟᴇɴᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs. sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴜsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ɢᴀɪɴ ɪs sᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴏʜɪʙɪᴛᴇᴅ. ᴀsᴋ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ.

[rasberry-jupiter]

𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍: 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 ➳ itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento, gojou satoru

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 ➳ nsfw content ; aged up!itadori yuuji and fushiguro megumi ; short drabbles ; foul language ; top!reader ; praise kink ; belly bulge ; size difference ; food play ; master kink ; breeding ; name calling ; degradation if you squint

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊 ➳ i came up with this thinking about what specific kink will they have. this was very fun to write.

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED DNI !! (ageless blogs & no pronouns will be blocked)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝙸𝚃𝙰𝙳𝙾𝚁𝙸 𝚈𝚄𝚄𝙹𝙸 ━━━━ 𝙿𝚁𝙰𝙸𝚂𝙴 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙺

Fucking Yuuji have always felt good, no matter when or where you are it doesn’t matter. He was so easy to overstimulate and loved being treated like a precious treasure by you, which is why he’s obedient oftentimes, not hesitating to follow all of the things you command him just to hear those perfectly shaped lips whisper soft praises on his ear.

“Does it feel good, baby?” You asked while rolling your hips to thrust your cock inside him nice and slow, making his body quiver with pleasure.

“Y-yes— ahH! It feels— mhm... s-so good...” Yuuji admits wholeheartedly, throwing his head back as another sinful moan leave his lips. You smirked in safisfaction and fasten your pace, going down to meet his lips in a heated kiss before leaning over to his ear, “That’s it, my sweet Yuuji. Such a good boy for me to fuck and ruin.”

His walls immediately tighten around you at the praise as he moaned louder while arching his back and throwing his head back on the pillow. You take this as an opportunity to thrust even faster, hearing his moans get louder and more high-pitched everytime your balls slap against his ass.

“Oh—! Oh my god...! AgHhh! (Y/n), f-uck!” Yuuji gripped the bedsheets until his knuckles turned white, trying very hard not to get lost in pleasure with your cock abusing his prostate unmercifully.

You licked your lips at the sight of him struggling to stay in his right mind.

“You take me in so well, Yuuji. Do you see it?” Instructing him to look down, he watches as your cock disappear into his hole again and again as you thrust forward and backward. The sight made him clench around you again, ripping a groan out of your throat.

“It looks very sinful and tempting, don’t you think? Fuck, you make me feel so fuckin’ good, baby. ’m so lucky to have you.”

As soon as those words left your lips, Yuuji’s body spasms as if something snapped inside him, and a thread of white seeds shoot out from his cock with the most lewdest moans you’ve ever heard leaving his mouth, back arching and eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Raising your brows taken aback a bit, you licked your lips and a small chuckle erupts from your throat.

“Yuuji... Did you just cum by my praise?”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝙵𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙶𝚄𝚁𝙾 𝙼𝙴𝙶𝚄𝙼𝙸 ━━━━ 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝚄𝙻𝙶𝙴, 𝚂𝙸𝚉𝙴 𝙳𝙸𝙵𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴

It’s no secret Megumi has a petite and quite skinny body that makes even Zenin Maki worried if he’s eating well. Some people questions how he can be a Jujutsu sorcerer with that body type, but it’s just how he is and there’s nothing anyone can do to change how his body looks, not even Megumi himself. In fact, he isn’t fond of the way his body lacks the muscles unlike Itadori’s.

However, there would also be a time when Megumi’s thankful for being born with a little skinny, petite body — like when you fuck him nice and deep while pinning him down on the bed from behind to let Megumi know how much bigger than him you were.

“Agh! (Y/n)— FUCK!” Megumi moans loudly, hips subconsciously buckling to meet your harsh thrusts. You groaned and tightened your hold on him as your lips nibbled his ear.

Feeling Megumi’s walls clench, a chuckle leaves your lips. “You really love how my body could hide yours, huh?” You snap your hips harshly against his ass and a whine erupts from him, his back arched to feel you more.

Licking your lips with a smirk, you pulled both of you back to sit up as Megumi squirms in your arms from how deep your cock reached inside him, mouth opened to let out a scream, drool dripping down his chin and tears falling.

You were so big, and too deep, and he fucking loves it.

“W-wait—! Too deep— agHNN! Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He chanted as stars began to cloud his vision.

You hum, hand tilting his head slightly to face you. “Hmm? Too deep? But you like it, don’t you? Look at the way your stomach is taking my huge cock like a good bitch.” Your other hand slides down from his chest to his belly where a bulge can easily be seen.

Walls squeezing around your dick, Megumi whimpers upon seeing the clear bulge as he rolled his hips to see it disappear and reappear repeatedly. “M-more... Please...” He begged nicely and placed his hand on yours, which was resting on his tummy.

With a grunt leaving your lips, you thrusted your cock deep inside him again, ripping a sharp cry out of Megumi’s throat.

“Of course, I’ll give you more, baby.” You press the bulge on his belly as you snap your hips against his and Megumi throws his head back, not being able to do anything but to moan. No coherent sentences fell from his lips.

He was far too out of his right mind— how can he not be when your big, thick cock feels so fucking good making his belly bulge?

His eyes crosses and tongue pokes out of his mouth at the utmost ecstacy of feeling you abuse his prostate again and again and again mercilessly. But Megumi certainly wasn’t complaining.

He’s thankful he was born with body smaller and petite than yours that’s so easy to have your cock bulge when you fuck him; it’s a sight he always gets on to.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝙶𝙾𝙹𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚄 ━━━━ 𝙵𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈, 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙺

Satoru love sweets. It’s tasty and never gets boring to eat, on top of that, it comes with many flavors to try! That’s only about 3/5 of the reason why he loves sweets so much, though.

Satoru’s body shivers as your tongue licks a whipped cream off one of his buds, proceeding to tease him by sucking and twirling it around. “M-master...” He whimpered, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes. His nipples stung from being played with too much, yet he didn’t want you to stop.

“Hmm?” You hummed, rolling his nipple with your tongue before biting it gently. A gasp left Satoru’s lips as his body jerked, precum oozing out of his hard cock that’s decorated in whipped cream and melted chocolate.

“E-enough with my ni— agh! Master, oh my— fuck!” He moaned loudly when you bit his nipple again more harshly this time, almost cumming at the sudden prick of pain melting into pleasure.

You licked your lips and pulled away only to go down on him, licking the underside of his cock from the bottom all the way to the tip, tasting the mixture of whipped cream and melted chocolate accompanied by precum. Satoru arches his back as you take him in your mouth, completely savouring the sweet taste and bobbing your head up and down.

“Master— Oh, fuck! That- aghh... That feels so good...!” He moans, tangling his fingers through your hair and lightly pulling on it. You groaned and Satoru moans uncontrollably at the vibration with his head thrown back. His mind was already clouded from feeling too much pleasure.

You suddenly pulled away with a pop, erupting a whine from Satoru, and licked your lips to savour the taste. “You’re so tasty everywhere, Satoru. I couldn’t help but wonder... if it’ll also be tasty inside your dripping cunt.” You lightly tap his hole that’s been begging to be touched or filled, already using the spatula to scoop up the remaining melted chocolate from a bowl. “Spread it with your fingers.” You ordered with a smirk.

Satoru could not disobey you, he loves sweets too much to refuse and besides, your hunger might actually get satisfied with this.

So he doesn’t hesitate to bend his legs over his chest and spread his wet man-cunt with his fingers, anticipating the sticky and cold feeling of chocolate to come inside. Not wanting to waste a moment, you immediately dripped the chocolate on his spread hole, watching as Satoru gasps and whimpers.

After placing the spatula back inside the bowl, you lick your lips at the sight of Satoru still spreading his hole open just for you. Typical obedient slut, always eager for his master.

“P-please, master... Eat me out.”

With a smirk spreading across your lips, you lean over and give a long kitten lick around his hole as he whines. “Don’t worry, pretty boy. I won’t stop until you’re a crying mess. Beg nice if you want to be fucked with my cock, yeah?” You wiped the tear running down his cheek using your thumb.

Satoru placed his hand above yours, leaning onto it and closing his eyes. “Yes, master.”

He’s usually far from obedient, but he could be if it means you’ll get a taste of sweets that he oh so loves very much.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝙽𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙸 𝙺𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙾 ━━━━ 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶

Nobody would expect a gentleman like Nanami to be such a whore for your cum, but a human should always expect the unexpected. Nanami isn’t a pure soul littered with divinity; in fact, he was far from it as his daily thoughts after accomplishing his missions were to be pounded by you until he can’t walk anymore.

Not so divine now, is he?

He is a filthy man who only wants to be filled with your cum and spend the rest of the day feeling it inside him.

“My god, Kento...” You breathe out, bending him over your office table and pounding into him mercilessly from behind, Kento already too fucked up beneath you to even form a coherent sentences as all he could do was scream your name and moan. “Can’t you keep yourself from being too horny that you had to send me nudes in the middle of an important meeting?”

“I— I wasn’t— AGHN! Oh, fuck—! (Y-Y/N)!” He screamed your name once again when you snapped your hips harshly to not let him talk.

“Ah, I’m so deep inside you... Can you feel it?” You whispered against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. “So deep that my cock reaches where it shouldn’t. I wonder what will happen if I fill it up with my cum to the point you get pregnant.”

There was such a calculating tone in your voice.

Kento knew it’s impossible.

He knew there isn’t a chance for him to bare a child no matter how much you cum inside him. He knew all too well that a male cannot be pregnant. But the thought of your warm cum filling him up, the thought of you marking your territory inside him, and the thought of carrying your child had something stir in him as his insides swirled and his hole squeezes around you.

Letting out a moan at the sudden tightness, you smirked upon realization. “You want to be bred by me, don’t you? Is that what you fantasize about whenever you touch yourself?”

A blush appears on his cheeks. “I- I don’t— aghnha!”

You licked the tears streaming down his cheek and fastened your pace, Kento’s eyes rolling to the back of his head as he screams at the pleasure striking him. “If that’s your wish, then I’ll breed you nice and full like a whore, yeah? You want that, Kento?”

However, he could not answer anymore as he was already seeing stars with his eyes unfocused and tongue making its own appearance, desperately gripping the sides of your desk until his knuckles turned white.

“You know what to say and I’ll give you exactly what you want, my love.” You whisper. “Filling your insides with my cum, letting it stay in the deepest part... I’ll fuck my babies into you until your belly’s swelling and my cum’s dripping out of your pretty, perfect cunt. You want that, don’t you?”

His cock twitched and insides tightened intensely around you at your words, making you groan as you slowly, sloppily slide your cock in and out, waiting for his answer. “Tell me, my love. Just say the word, but I won’t be responsible for my actions later on. I’ve already warned you. Choose your answer wisely.”

The loving and caring tone told him you actually won’t do it unless he allows you to.

Kento turns to look at you over his shoulder while breathing heavily, meeting your dark eyes that tells him a story of what will happen afterwards depending on his answers.

“(Y-Y/n)... Breed me, please.” Staring at you with that lust clouded eyes, Kento begged almost shamelessly.

That’s all it takes for your hips to start moving again, recklessly and roughly this time, fully intent on breeding and ruining him. Kento lays his face flat on the desk as every inch of your cock brushes against his prostate and deliciously tight walls, moaning and whimpering, series of curses and begs slipping past his lips.

“Oh my god— FUCK! (Y/N)! Give it to me, please, please, please.” Kento begs brokenly.

The fact that the Nanami Kento wants to be bred by you and you only immediately goes straight to your huge cock and before you knew it, you were already exploding inside him, Kento’s eyes rolling to the back of his head while hot white seeds shoot out from his cock, feeling his insides being filled with warm, thick cum.

His body trembles in overstimulation, legs shaking and almost giving out if it weren’t for you holding him up. Kento feels your cock slip out of his hole and your fingers thrusting the cum that threatened to drip out back inside.

However, as before he could catch his breath, a startled moan escape his lips when your cock slips in his dripping hole again. “W-wait, (Y/n)! I just came—” He was interrupted by your sharp thrust.

“I warned you already, my love. Now...” You smiled at him. “You wanted to be bred by me until you get pregnant, right? And I told you I’ll give you what you want if you just say the word, and you did, ignoring my warning.”

You lean in until your lips meet his ear.

“So just shut up and let me breed you, Kento.”

© ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀʀsᴏɴʏᴀʀɴ. sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴜsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ɢᴀɪɴ ɪs sᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴏʜɪʙɪᴛᴇᴅ. ᴀsᴋ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ.

[rasberry-jupiter]

No one touches what’s yours ♡

sub! sugar baby! Toji x sadistic! rich! dom! younger! male! reader

warnings: cussing, mild daddy kink, oral sex, dirty talk, degradation, implied sex, mild manipulation, mention of murder

Another shitty gala. What was this one for? A charity? Who even cared? If half the money wasted on flaunting wealth actually went to the cause, he was pretty sure there wouldn’t even be a need for charity anymore.

Instead, it was just another popularity contest. And lucky him, you happened to be the star of the show—the hot, rich jock everyone loved to worship.

What did that make him? Your cheerleader? 

Toji scowled as he downed the wine in his glass. Expensive, yet it tasted like shit. He’d already had three in the last half hour, and the buzz was barely there—a waste of both time and money.

But that wasn’t what bothered him. It was all the eyes on you. The overly flattering tone, and greedy eyes people looked at you with. His fingers itched for his blade. To paint the shiny white floor red with their blood. 

You were his. So why the hell were people so fucking close to you?

Then your cold gaze met his, and for a moment, that disinterested look melted into faint amusement. Without hesitation, you made your way toward him, leaving behind a trail of disappointed murmurs and bitter faces, none daring to voice their complaints aloud. 

Toji stayed rooted in place, arms crossed, waiting for you to come to him. When you finally did, he didn’t bother hiding his irritation. “Why the hell did you drag me to this?” he grumbled, his tone bordering on petulant—not that he’d ever admit it outright.

You had the audacity to chuckle, a soft, amused sound that only annoyed him more. “I didn’t.” You replied smoothly. “I told you, you wouldn't like it, but you insisted on coming anyway.”

Did he say that? Yes. 

Did he care? No.

“What was I supposed to do? Sit around at home like some miserable housewife?” He snapped back. 

You didn’t respond immediately, but the gleam in your eyes said everything. It was that look—the one you got right before one of your ideas. The kind that left him sore in all the right places and utterly, blissfully wrecked. 

Was it the housewife comment? Fuck, would you care about fucking him here? 

“Yeah, baby? Need your husband to make you happy?” you practically purred, your voice low and husky, dripping with amusement.

The tone alone had him shifting in place, a rush of heat racing down his body. Damn tux was too tight, but he knew better than to blame it on the suit. Knowing you, the control freak you were, you’d probably had it tailored perfectly to his measurements ages ago. Made perfectly to hug every curve of his body, all on display for your eyes.

Getting a fucking boner right now would like public exposure. 

You must have been rubbing off on him, cause the thought only served to make him more aroused.

“Y/N! What a delight to see you here!”

Your eyes shifted lazily from Toji to the man approaching, your expression unreadable. He was in his late forties, with hair that was clearly dyed to hide the gray creeping in—an attempt to cling to his youth. Everything about him screamed smug, from his tailored suit to the self-assured smirk plastered across his face.

The man practically radiated envy as he took you in. Of course he did. You were everything he wasn’t—young, rich, and devastatingly handsome. Flawless in a way that made people resent you the moment you walked into a room. And you were all his. 

“I wasn’t planning on coming,” he said, voice dripping with fake humility, “but luckily, I managed to find a spot in my schedule. I’m sure you didn’t have that problem. After all, you always attend these things, don’t you?”

He spoke loud enough for others nearby to hear, as if trying to gain some kind of upper hand in the conversation. 

You didn’t look fazed by it. The coldness in your eyes was sharp, daunting even as your lips curled into a fake, practiced smile.

“Isn’t it customary for the host to attend their own gala?” Your words were curt and polite to the point of biting cold. Throwing his words right back at him with chilling precision. 

Toji could almost hear the man’s teeth grind together in outrage at being one upped in the rich people dick measuring contest. Not that you were playing along. You didn’t need to. He could attest to how big your dick was. 

He let out a huff of laughter. The man’s eyes landed on him. The annoyance in his eyes shifted to interest as he took in Toji’s body. The tux, obviously not doing anything to hide his body. 

If this had happened anywhere else, he would’ve beaten the shit out of him. But this was your fancy gala, surrounded by those rich assholes who eyed your wealth like pesky flies. He wasn’t stupid enough to mess up your business. You’d be pissed at him, and not in a good way.

“And who is this? Your date?” The man’s slimy gazed trailed down his body. Toji had to resist the urge to shove a wine glass into his throat. 

“Yes. This is Toji.” You replied seemingly unbothered but he could see the way annoyance crept into your eyes. The way you shifted slightly closer to him. You didn’t bother introducing the man to him like you couldn’t bother with it. 

Toji bit down on his tongue, fighting the smug smile that threatened to tug at his lips. The man wasn’t important? Good, he didn’t want to play nice anyway. Toji’s eyes didn’t leave you. 

Fuck. He didn’t think you could get hotter. But you were hell bent on proving him wrong weren’t you? 

The confident, uninterested attitude of your that pissed everyone off was such a fucking turn on. Why the hell were you so hot? 

Your eyes met Toji’s heated look. Your eyes rovered down his body, sending pleasant shivers down his spine. “My sugar baby.” You added on as an afterthought. 

He hated you. You knew exactly what you were doing to him. That confident smug gleam in your eyes. You sipped your wine with a smug smile. 

Damn you. You had fucked him before coming here. So why was he getting horny again? He got less boners as a teenager during puberty. 

“Then do you mind if I have a taste? What’s a bit of sharing between business partners?” The man’s slimy voice cut between the tension. 

Your smile disappeared in a flash. Before he could react, you had an arm around his waist. A possessive hand pulling him to you. Half his body pressed against your warmth.

“He’s not a toy.” You half snarled the polite facade in your face slipping. Your arm wrapped around Toji’s waist, a possessive gesture. 

Toji’s mind short circuited at the firm possessive touch. All he could hear was his heart thumping in his chest, and feel your firm muscles against his. Your fingers felt like a brand, marking him, claiming him as yours. 

He knew he was yours. But this just cemented it. It wasn’t something that had been there but never acknowledged anymore. It was real. He was yours. And you were his. 

He barely remembered anything past the man paleing at the thunderous look on your face. Stuttering half apologies even as his face burned with embarrassment and anger. Leaving as soon as possible. 

Toji didn’t give a fuck about him anymore. 

The innocent touch of your hand on his waist, made heat pool in his stomach. Your gesture was possessive, and demanding. He loved it. 

Despite the fact that he could have easily defended himself, or even killed that scumbag, this was better. You defending him with possessive anger burning in your eyes. A scowl on your lips as you protect him. This was so much better. 

He didn’t even notice when you led him out the hall. Only when your eyes met his, did he kiss you. Pushing you up against the wall, body grinding against yours. 

His lips pressed against yours, hungry for more. You easily took back control, after your initial surprise. Kissing back ruthlessly, plundering Toji’s mouth. Fucking his mouth with your tongue. 

He pulled away panting softly, and leaned his body against yours. The hard line of his erection pressing against your thighs. He resisted the urge to grind against you. 

You recovered quickly, a sadistic smile spreading on your lips. “Hard from a kiss, baby?” You cooed, your hand moving to cup his clothed cock. Your thumb flicked the head of his cock. The movement had him moaning, expensive fabric rubbing against his sensitive head in delicious ecstasy 

“It’s your fault.” He whined, shifting his body to hump your thigh, more dog in heat than an experienced killer. Need burned in his body like a drug. He wanted you. Wanted your cock in his hole, taking what was yours. Making him yours inside and out. 

“What a needy slut.” Your eyes were dark, all consuming. He wanted you so fucking bad. He humped against your thigh, pants falling for his kiss swollen lips. “Need to be fucked that bad?”

“Yes,” he practically whined. The thought of your cock had him salivating. His hips rolling against yours. You didn’t even look bothered, the dark look in your eyes only gave it away. 

“My needy cock whore,” you cooed lowly, your tone anything but sweet. “Don’t worry, daddy will fuck you good.” The nickname and the way your fingers squeezed his ass, had him melting into your arms like putty. 

“Mhmm yes please.”

…

“Who was that guy anyway?” He asked suddenly, a few days after the gala. You looked over at him, your fingers paused typing. All your attention on him, he almost wanted to change the topic, just so your focus stayed on him.  

A live horse race played on the tv. Like a typical day, you spent your time working near him, like the possessive asshole you were.

“What guy?” 

“That asshole who tried to hit on me.” He said vaguely unsure how to describe him. All he could remember was getting fucking into the sheets. Your voice muttering praises into his ear each time you started a new round. 

“Him? Don’t worry about it. I got rid of him.” You said turning back to typing on your computer. He blinked at you incedulously. That was it?

You got rid of him? 

“What,” his throat felt dry, he licked his lips. “Did you do?” He didn’t even know what he was expecting to hear. 

You didn’t even look away from your laptop to answer. “Exposed a few scandals and destroyed his company. His reputation and business are gone now.” You retorted coldly, working on your laptop.

He blinked at you, dazed, bewildered by your words. He knew you were cruel. The words tycoon most commonly used with you. You had to be cruel to make it to the top at such a young age. He knew that too. But it felt different experiencing it firsthand. You’d destroyed someone’s business and reputation for him.

He didn’t want to bring up that he could take care of himself. That he was the sorcerer killer. A weak human was nothing to him. He’d been taunted all his life for being the black sheep of the Zen’in family. For running away. For all the money he lost gambling. 

But you were different. You were a bastard. He knew that. You’d humiliate him. Push his body to the limit. But you’d also caress his cheeks and praise him. He was yours and you found nothing wrong with him. You were an oddity he didn’t mind.

He tugged your computer away from you. You let him, looking a bit bemused. He gently placed it on the table and straddled your thighs, his knees on either side of you.

His hard cock pressed against yours. You looked up at him with a raised brow. Your hands wrapped around his waist, rubbing circles. He grinded down on your cock, making your breath hitch, eyes darkening with lust. 

“Toji? What are you doing?” You asked huskily. Your hands encouraged his hips as he grinded down. Your cock rapidly growing harder. 

“Nothing,” he replied mischievously. His hands ran up his thigh, and disappeared under his shirt. Under your hungry gaze he played with his chest. Moaning when he pinched his dusty pink nipple, the pain mixed with pleasure.

“Yeah? How about I give you something to do then baby?” you muttered huskily. Your hands held his hips as you smirked. “Why don’t you suck my cock, baby?” 

His grinding nearly stopped if it wasn’t for your hands moving his hips, in slow circles. His cheeks flushed pink in embarrassment. 

Suck your dick? He’d never done that before. But he couldn't help but want it. The idea made him harder. 

You could see his reluctance and palmed his clothed cock. “Be a good boy, Toji and suck me off.” He flushed darker, at your blunt words. His cock strained against his flimy pants, pre-cum smeared onto it. 

He nodded weakly. There wasn’t any chance he’d refuse anyway. He was weak for you.

…

“I can’t,” he sobbed, around your cock. The sound sent bolts of pleasure. Red marks on your thighs, where your baby dug his fingers in too hard. The pain barely registered to you. Not when the pleasure was so strong. 

You held back a smirk and frowned. “Already baby? I haven’t even cum yet.” Toji let out another frustrated sob. The sound reverberated through you making you bite back a groan.

“Please please ple’se can’t,” he begged, rubbing his cheek against your cock like a puppy. Like it would make you give in. You wouldn’t say it’s Toji’s fault for not making you cum. That was all you. Making him take a dildo as he sucked you off. You conveniently forget to tell it was also a vibrator. He’d came immediately when the vibrations started. And again when you increased it. 

The view didn’t help you. Fat pecs bouncing with each movement, trembling thighs parted lewdly, showing off his useless cock. His own cum staining his thighs messily. You had half a mind to turn him around so you can see the way his hole took the toy. 

But then you’d miss the dumb slutty look on his face. The fucked dumb look on your baby’s face. Cheeks flushed red, tears clinging to his lashes too stubborn to fall, lips bitten red and swollen, expression scrunched in pleasure and overstimulation. 

His pretty lips stretched obscenely around your cock. Messily sucking your dick, licking it like a pathetic kitten. The sight of his face could make you cum but you were holding out. After all, you had a goal in mind. 

“Come on Toji. You’re really going to leave me hanging?” You usually never called him by his name during sex. Your baby caught on. His hands clenched tighter and he tried to please you. Messy and sloppy. You loved it. 

“Ple’se t’rn it off,” he pleaded looking at you with desperate tear filled eyes. It just made you want to shove your cock back into his mouth and fuck his throat till his voice was hoarse. 

“Make me cum first, baby.” You replied like that other times he asked. He let out a choked sob, body trembling when you turned up the vibrations. Desperate and wreaked was the best look on your baby. 

“That needy, baby?” You can see the conflict in his eyes, all his previous confidence thrown out. Only a hazy of need and wanting to please in his eyes. He nodded lips around the head of your cock. 

“I’m going to fuck your throat then baby. Can you take it for me like a good slut?” He shivered from your words and nodded quickly. Opening his mouth obediently. 

You smirked. “Use your words baby.” He flashed a pretty red. 

“Ple’se, fuck my throat,” he pleaded weakly voice a bit hoarse. 

“As you wish, baby.” You smirked, your hands holding his hair a bit roughly. He barely winched, his cock twitching with interest. 

You had to hold back a grin as you pressed your cock into your baby’s mouth. He didn’t even gag. The perfect cock slut. You let out a groan and started to face fuck him. 

Toji barely protested, his moans sending heat pooling. Within minutes you finished onto your baby’s tongue. Toji obediently swallowed it. Hazy adoring eyes meeting yours, begging for praise. 

You chuckled and wiped your cum off his lips. “Good boy.” Your perfect baby. 

[rasberry-jupiter]

Hello! Could I request dietfried, male reader, rimming and belly bulge?

— dietfried bougainvillea • violet evergarden

cw: sub dietfried, male reader, bratty sub, rimming, belly bulge, vocal dietfried, power dynamic, teasing, cursing

niilue’s 3k event

dietfried bougainvillea was a man of pride, someone who carried himself with icy dignity and arrogance. but here, stripped bare beneath you, his composure was nothing but a fragile veneer, cracking with every calculated touch.

his wrists were pinned above his head, and his legs trembled as they spread wide for you. his body, all lean muscle and pale skin, was already glistening with sweat. yet, despite the undeniable flush across his cheeks and the way his cock twitched against his stomach, his sharp tongue hadn’t given up.

“is that all you’ve got?” dietfried sneered, his voice breathless but defiant. the faintest quiver in his tone betrayed him. “i thought you’d at least try to impress me.”

you smirked, dragging your hands down his thighs, deliberately slow, watching his muscles tense under your touch. “you really think you’re still in control, don’t you?”

“i don’t think, i know,” he spat, though the hitch in his breath as your hands gripped the back of his thighs said otherwise. he was shaking now, his body betraying his bratty words.

“we’ll see about that,” you murmured, leaning down between his legs.

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the first swipe of your tongue against his tight entrance drew a gasp from his lips, sharp and involuntary. his cock twitched violently, precum leaking onto his stomach as his body jolted at the sensation.

“f-fuck—” his voice cracked, his head falling back against the pillow. “d-don’t—ahh—don’t think this means you’ve won.”

you didn’t reply. instead, you pressed your tongue deeper, dragging it slowly over his entrance before swirling around it with deliberate precision. dietfried’s hips bucked instinctively, and a choked moan escaped him.

“shit… ngh—fuck, stop…” he groaned, his hands clawing at the sheets above his head. but his legs fell open wider, and his breath hitched every time your tongue pushed just a little deeper. “goddamn it… you’re such an asshole…”

“you’re enjoying this, though,” you said, your voice muffled against his skin. you kissed his hole, your tongue flicking out again to trace the sensitive ring of muscle. “look at how much you’re shaking.”

“i’m not—ahhn—shut up!” dietfried snapped, though his protests dissolved into a guttural groan as your fingers slid between his cheeks, teasing his tight entrance before pressing inside. his back arched sharply, and his thighs trembled uncontrollably as you stretched him open, slow and deliberate.

“fuck—ngh, it’s too much,” he gasped, his voice unsteady. “i—ahhh—shit…”

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by the time you lined yourself up, his sharp tongue had been replaced by broken, desperate moans. his cock was leaking steadily, and his legs quivered as they wrapped around your hips, pulling you closer.

“say it,” you commanded, pressing the head of your cock against his stretched entrance. “say you want this.”

“fuck you,” dietfried hissed, though his defiance was ruined by the way his hips rolled toward you, trying to take more.

you grinned. “fine. i’ll make you beg for it.”

you pushed in slowly, the thick head of your cock breaching him inch by inch. dietfried let out a loud, guttural cry, his hands flying to grip your shoulders as his body clenched around you.

“ahhh—fuck! shit, it’s—nghh—too big!” he gasped, his voice rising in pitch. his nails dug into your skin, his legs tightening around your waist as you continued to sink deeper.

“you can take it,” you murmured, your voice low and steady as you leaned over him. your hand pressed down on his stomach, just below his navel, and you felt the faint outline of your cock bulging against his skin.

“see that?” you said, pressing down just enough to make him gasp. “you’re so damn tight... mmm"

dietfried’s head snapped up, his wide, glassy eyes darting to where your hand rested on his abdomen. his breath hitched, and a high-pitched moan escaped him, sharp and unrestrained.

“shut up—nghh—don’t say shit like that!” he whined, his voice cracking as you began to move. every slow, deliberate thrust made the bulge more pronounced, and his body arched into you, chasing the pressure despite his words.

“you’re so fucking desperate,” you teased, leaning down to bite his neck. “listen to yourself.”

“fuck you,” dietfried hissed again, though his moans betrayed him. “ahh—ahhh! goddamn it—more!”

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your pace quickened, each thrust deep and deliberate, drawing louder, more frantic noises from his lips. his hands clawed at your back, his body arching with every movement. the bulge in his stomach shifted with each thrust, and his cock leaked precum onto his abdomen.

“ahh—fuck, i—nghh—ahhh!” dietfried’s voice cracked again as his body trembled beneath you. “it’s too much—it’s—ahhh!”

“you can handle it,” you murmured, gripping his hips tightly as you drove deeper. “you’re doing so good, dietfried. taking all of me like this.”

“shut up!” he cried, though his tone was needy, almost pleading. his legs locked around your waist, pulling you closer as his body clenched around you. “don’t—ahhh!—don’t stop…”

“say it,” you commanded again, your thrusts growing rougher. “say you want it.”

“i—ahhn—fuck, i want it!” dietfried finally screamed, his voice hoarse and desperate. “please—please, don’t stop!”

“good boy,” you growled, leaning down to kiss him roughly. his moans were muffled against your lips, his hands gripping your hair as he kissed you back with equal desperation.

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he came first.

with a loud, broken cry, dietfried’s body arched off the bed, his cock twitching violently as he spilled over his stomach and chest. his moans were high-pitched and breathless, his legs trembling as he rode out the waves of his climax.

but you didn’t stop.

each thrust drew more desperate whimpers from him, his overstimulated body shuddering with every movement. the bulge in his stomach shifted with each thrust, and his moans turned to sobs of pleasure.

“ahh—ahhh! fuck—too much—ahhh!” dietfried babbled, his hands weakly pushing against your chest. “i can’t—nghh—i can’t…”

“yes, you can,” you murmured, gripping his hips tightly as you thrust harder. “you’re going to take it.”

“ahhh—fuck, fuck—” dietfried’s voice cracked, and his head fell back against the pillow. his entire body trembled as you pushed him further, his moans turning into incoherent cries of pleasure.

when you finally came, burying yourself deep inside him, dietfried let out a loud, broken sob, his body trembling as he felt your warmth flood him.

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afterward, he lay completely wrecked beneath you, his chest heaving and his skin flushed. his sharp tongue was silent now, replaced by quiet, breathless whimpers.

“you’re such a mess,” you teased, brushing a strand of hair from his face.

“shut up…” dietfried muttered weakly, though his voice was soft, almost affectionate. “just… shut up.”

you smirked, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “whatever you say.”

word count: 1,097

[rasberry-jupiter]

I wannanananana fuck gojo so hard his blindfold is soaked with tears :p

he'd practically scream as his nails scratch at your chest, the feeling of your fat cock stretching out his tight pussy was enough to make his eyes roll back, tears soaking the cloth of his blindfold.

you think gojo looks so pretty like this, all broken and weeping, his pretty pussy clenching so hard on your cock as if he was begging to keep you there!!

Well, not that you'd mind.

- 🍽️ anon (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪

gojo satoru in tears.

you're gripping his hips while he's on all fours and making him bounce on your cock until he overstimulates his weeping pussy. satoru's crying and snivelling before he knows it, silent sobs choked out with every force of your shaft against his swollen clit, every brush of your cock head against his g-spot, soaking his blindfold with tears, and still, he wants to be good for you, so he won't complain.

throw in a reason to keep him quiet—maybe suguru's in the room next door or the kids are asleep down the hall, and drag down the blindfold to gag him with it instead. it's salty and slightly bitter (only you know why) and it makes him cry even harder.

his moans and sniffles synchronise with the squelching of his sloppy cunt, slick leaking out of him like a faucet, like his pussy's crying for you, too. and fuck, if it isn't the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

[rasberry-jupiter]

debt payment

MDNI | TOP MALE READER, DUB CON, SIZE DIFF, JUST FILTH, CUM INFLATION — implied! yan aventurine

you looked at him like he was a monster, and maybe he was. but it didn't matter. he had you cornered into a decision. the piece of paper in your hands shook, his violet eyes gleaming with delight at your misery.

"i don't see what other option you have, or why you're so hesitant." he smiled at you, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. "the way i see it, you're just being a good son paying off his poor fathers debt." he took a tantalizing step closer, his fancy dress shoes clacking against the ground. "you're a big, smart man, aren't you?" a hint of a tease left his lips. "you do the math, [name].. was it? thats a lot of funds, in not a lot of time." he knew your name very well. he knew everything about you very well, how you smiled, how compassionate you were. he knows about your fathers fall from grace, and how his vices caught up with him, he knew everything. he knew that even with your strained relationship, you'd help him. that same pure heart that made him want you is the same heart that led you here on your knees, bogling at the amount of debt that was due to him.

you read the contract once over, twice over, feeling your heart rise up to your chest. the only thing you could hear was the pounding of your heart and the dread of overwhelm hit you like a truck. you didn't even hear him approach you until he was in arms length. aventurine, as you know him from the debt paper, placed an experimental hand on your hair. almost comforting, almost condescending. "i'll cut you a deal," there was something in his voice at the end, like an anticipation that was quickly covered up, "i'll cut your debts on one condition." you could see his fancy fur coat and white pants as he reached his hand out to yours, before he pulled it away. "24 hours with me, and you must do whatever i tell you to do. no exceptions." he smiled, watching the hesitation on your face. "i'm a nice guy giving you a cop out from that debt, aren't I? you could also give up your life savings and everything you've ever dreamed of to pay that amount back. your call." the blonde loved your eyes, watching the dread and realization slowly hit you, watching how your hand curled into a fist, right before you grabbed his extended hand. aventurine pulled you up with a slight struggle, internally gleeful at how easy it was to take such a big, strong man like you down. he'd been waiting a long time-- too long.

it wasn't long before you were alone with him in the private comfort of his home, lavish goods decorating his home. yet despite the glitters and golds, his eyes were solely on you. his bedroom was as luxurious as the rest of his home, making you sit on his silk sheets while he brought his goodies out.

first, he placed a timer on his bed, the little rectangle counting down from 24 hours. his hand pressed against your arm, feeling up your rigid arm. "why so tense loverboy? s'not like it's gonna help you now." he pointed to the timer, "until that timer rings out, you're mine, everything about you is mine.. everything.." his words bled a darker tone before he perked up. "oh wait! let me grab something before i forget, you know better then to run~!" he hopped out for a second, running into his lavish closet before appearing with a box. he threw it in front of you, picking up a piece of silk. "it's your favourite colour right? figured i would try to know a bit more about you." handcuffs, silk and ribbons, cockrings, gags, pills with red hearts, vibrators, condoms, fleshlights, sounding rods all laid in a box with your name as the label. you blinked at him, mouth slowly gaping open as confusion grew in those vibrant eyes on his. "what? you've never used these before?" you shook your head no, a perverted grin starting to grow on aventurines face, 'i'd be happy to show you then~" he straddled your hips, one hand pushing your chest down with surprising strength while the other snaked around the box. his magenta eyes almost glowed, the last thing you saw was his grin and blonde hair as his hands made their way to your face, the sound of rattling pills and fabric ringing in your ears.

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"p-please..! s'too much..!" your body felt like it was on fire, heat radiating off your skin as you bucked your hips in the warm air, feeling his hands play with your wet, weeping cock. you couldn't see anything, only feel the way that both of his hands twisted down on your cock. a cockring sat at the base, your cock purple and angry while a vibrator right underneath the glans. the low vibrations made you force against the handcuffs once more, with no return yet again. aventurine sat on your thighs, his eyes drooling over the show that was your body. he didn't expect the aphrodisiacs to work so well, let alone get you into such a state. he watched how your sweaty chest heaved up and down, your pecs shining in the dim bedroom light.

he couldn't help himself from leaning down, his tongue dragging from above your belly button to mid waist. he licked your sweat, his hands dragging over your body while he massaged in circles. "all mine, you're all mine..," his hands started to wander, starting from your arms and working down. "these big, strong arms? mine." his hands tickled down, fingertips sliding over your pecs, thumbs teasing your nipples. "this big, sensitive chest? mine.. maybe i'll brand it.." if you could see him, you'd notice how much possessiveness was bleeding into his eyes, no longer being contained. he flicked your nipples, feeling how you jolted. "these abs? mine." his fingers trickled down the divots in your abs, hands swiping your v-line. he could feel how your breath got caught in your lungs as his hands went closer to your cock, right before kneading at your thighs. "mmm... these thighs, so big and strong.. you clearly work out, don't you? would love to have my head between those." finally, his hands cupped around your balls, feeling the weight, one hand palming them while the other stroked your cock. it started at the base, your precum coating his hand before he slid up, slick noises in the air while he jerked you off. his hands pressed against the veins, and stroked quickly around the head. "and this fat, oversized cock? allllll mine. you're not allowed to fuck anyone with this thing without my permission.. okay?" grit your teeth, hips trembling. "if you agree, i'll let you cum in me~ let you free from those handcuffs.. see if you can use that body of yours to good use~" hes never seen you nod so frantically, lips crying out a hoarse voice of pleas and whines.

"stay still." he slowly pulled off the vibrator that was tied to your cock, and pulled off the cockring, watching you cum thick ropes that laid on your stomach and abs. but it wasn't enough, your cock was still hard as a rock, body still so deliciously sensitive, and balls unbearably full. he took his time touching you, hands roaming your body while you had no choice but to let him. he slowly uncuffed you, kissing the irritated marks. he sat on your lap once more, feeling your cum stick to his skin before he peeled the sweaty blindfold off your face, "welcome back to reality darling~" he coo'd at you, his finger swiping your abdomen, bringing your cum to his lips as he licked it, eyes staring back into your dazed ones.

the timer was no longer something that you looked at, heat clouding your brain. your hand grabbed the back of his head, grabbing those blonde locks before pulling him into a feverish kiss. your teeth clashed against eachother and your tongues mingled, a whine leaving his lips when you pulled him away. you pushed him down, cock thick and heavy between your legs as you got between his legs. aventurine gulped, seeing that sweaty flushed expression on your face and sweaty body.

"needa be in ya'" you muttered in him, pulling down his underwear. "so small.. so cute.." you coo'd at him, hand dwarfing his pretty cock. "no one wants to get fucked with this.., mighty cute though.." you hoisted one his leg up, your hand going down to his entrance. there was a pretty black metal plug nestled inside of him, and you circled his rim with your fingers, slowly pulling out the plug. lube trickled out of his hole as he bit back a moan.

"s-shut up and fuck me," he grinded his hips against yours, feeling exposed against you. "i've heard the rumours about you.. wanted to be prepared if they were true.." he bucked his hips, getting impatient. you slapped your fat cock against his rim, feeling his hole flutter against you. you would tease him,threaten to stretch him beyond his comprehension, yet pull away.

"if you tell me what this rumour was.. i'll fuck you." your hand that his leg was on tightened, locking him in position. you laid your cock on him while you waited, the size difference bringing heat to your gut.

"they s-say you have a big one.. a huge one a-actually.. wanted to get ready for it incase it was true..!" desperation was starting to seep into his tone. "i said it..! now fuck meee..." frustration leaked from his voice as he wriggled in your hold, your growing smirk making him annoyed.

you didn't say anything, eyes purely on him as you grabbed your cock, and started pushing it into him. he threw his head back, hands stretching, making their way to your arms and body before he started to claw. his nails scratched down your arms and thighs, red starting to seep through. his head was thrown back, his blonde hair messy as he gasped out pleas to slow down. the edges of his vision were white and spotty, feeling light headed from the feeling of your cock nestled deep in his guts. he could feel you grunt, grinding your hips while you stayed still inside of him.

in the corner of your eye, that bottle of pills called your name. you plucked one from the bottle, adjusting his legs so that they were around your waist before you bent over, caging him in your arms. his eyes widened and he clasped his mouth shut, but with your fingers clasping his nose, he had to get air eventually. and when he finally opened his mouth to breathe, he felt your lips on his once more, pushing the pill into his mouth and liplocking until he swallowed. the domination turned him on, although he wouldn't admit that.

"good boy.. let's see how you like it on the other side." you slowly started to move inside of him, feeling him clench around you. aventurine clenched down on his jaw, refusing to let any noise out from his lips. but it was so hard to keep it up. he could feel an unnatural warmth creep up in his veins, blooming in his blood. it was so hard to concentrate when you dug into him, or how your cock was bulging his belly whenever your balls slapped against his ass. how could he possibly focus when you hit that special place inside of him, or how it feels like his cock feels like its about to explode from how good you were fucking him.

he couldn't even tell when his mouth opened, and his noises started to openly flow out. he didn't care, he couldn't care less about how his captor overpowered him--he just needed to cum from your cock.

then you collapsed on top of him, holding his face close to your sweaty chest. the scent of your sweat and musk, and whatever cologne you were wearing before made him dizzy. your weight pushed the air out of his lungs, and feeling your body grind against his while you plowed him was too much for him. his hands went to your back, scratching once more. he started squirming, unable to deal with such an anxious heat in his guts. he grinded his hips, stilling on your thrusts. his ass was sore and bruised, sweaty too. his sheets clung to his skin and his moans were getting whinier and whinier by the second. those once scary magenta eyes were now lulled back, tears of euphoria brimming like gems.

"you like that? you like being my tight lil sleeve? you like getting manhandled and bulged by my dick?" you grinned on him, before slapping him roughly when you received no answer. "answer me you little slut, manipulating me to get fucked and bred like a whore. you coulda' just asked nicely-- woulda filled you up regardless."

you could feel his squirming, and the horny-induced anger only bubbled higher up, and your hand locked down on his poor, weeping cock, suffocating it. those eyes were quick to get grounded back to reality, and he curled up trying to claw those thick arms off of his cock. tears were really flowing now, feverish and desperate attempts to beg for your mercy. "you gonna answer me now pretty boy? cumming on a big cock like a whore?" he finally looked up at you, the same drug induced daze that was in your eyes were now in his, and he finally broke, begging in such a sultry, whiny voice about how he wanted to cum, needed to cum!

you scooped him up like a limp rag doll, one hand hoisting him up while the other firmly was planted on his suffocating cock. you made him sit on your cock, bulging his tummy while you fucked up into him. "you're gonna sit still and cum on my cock, yeah?" he frantically nodded, pistoning your hips as deep as you could go before you let go of the hand around his cock.

and cum he did, spraying cum on your stomach, eyes rolling back and body twitching. he muttered your name one last time before collapsing onto your chest, out like a light.

and that left you, in an aphrodisiac induced haze, balls deep in your loan shark, experimental rolls of your hips. it didn't matter if he came on your cock and passed out-- he started this, and he was gonna finish it.

he woke up sore, sweaty, and covered in cum. it stuck to his skin, the scent of your cum seeping into his pores. it was sticky and nasty, the scent of it wrinkling his nose. his face was covered in cum, thick streaks painting his face, hair and smooth skin. he hurt like hell, his ass incredibly sore, bruised and marked. his hole was gaped, leaking your thick seed on his sheets, and his legs were numb. the room was in ruins, pillows on the floor, globs of dried cum and cum stains littering his silk sheets. hickies littered his neck. he whined uncomfortably trying to sit up, feeling your seed slosh inside of his guts. aventurine turned to the side, crankiness arising in. his phone laid in the mess of messy sheets, a streak of cum on the screen that he cheekily brushed off.

thats when he saw it. hundreds of pictures of you fucking him. some of them he was awake, sleepy and dazed while slobbering on your cock. others focused on certain parts of him, videos littered in between. there were a couple of you fucking him, the camera shakey as you nutted into his guts once more. others were more lewd, fuckin his drooly mouth, spraying his face in white ropes and massaging it into his skin. in all of the videos, your eyes had that same aphrodisiac induced haze. you had a few videos with his phone on the floor, his body positioned between your thighs while you manhandled his head around your cock. the last couple of videos, only a mere two hours before now showcased his cum-bloated belly, watching while you stretched his puffy rim around your thick fingers, watching your cum squirt out of his hole, puddling in the sheets.

he turned his face towards you, his eyes rolling as he saw you doze off like a baby, using his pillow as a teddy bear. you fucked him within an inch of his life-- he couldn't possibly let you leave now that you showed him what you were capable of.

[rasberry-jupiter]

SILCO X ENFORCER MALE READER

I’m not even gonna lie…this is straight angst💔. This is my first time writing for arcane so let me know what you guys think about it.

⚠️Warnings!- forbidden love, angest, sex mentioned, love reciprocated to late, reader dies, fatal gunshot, doomed mlm.⚠️

Fallen Flame

The undercity of Zaun had a pulse all its own. The flickering lights, the low hum of machinery, the scent of oil and metal. It was a world that lived and breathed in chaos. Among its many streets and alleys, two men stood on opposite sides—one an enforcer, the other a master of control and manipulation. But fate, cruel as it was, had a way of binding their lives together in ways neither could foresee.

You were an enforcer—a soldier in the fight for Piltover's clean streets. The job was simple in theory: uphold order, ensure the laws were followed, and stop people like Silco. It had become your mission to rid the undercity of his influence, to shut down his criminal empire once and for all. But somewhere along the way, things had begun to blur.

Months of chasing shadows had brought you here—into his web. You’d grown obsessed with taking him down, the infamous leader of Zaun's underworld. He was dangerous, manipulative, and infuriatingly elusive. But behind the venomous words and cruel exterior, there was something that drew you in—a deep fire of conviction, one you couldn't help but admire despite yourself.

And you hated him for it.

But then... you’d hated him for so many things.

It started with stolen glances during interrogations. Heated arguments in dimly lit alleys. A desperate, feral kiss exchanged one fateful night when hatred boiled over into something raw and unspeakable. You hated how your body betrayed you. Hated how he kissed you back, biting and brutal, until you couldn’t breathe.

For months, your meetings had been like this—barbs traded like weapons, insults masking the fragile truth neither of you dared to say aloud. You hated him for what he stood for. He hated you for everything you represented. And yet, the tension between you wasn’t just hatred. It was something more dangerous. More intoxicating. It was why you kept coming back, why he kept letting you.

Yet the clandestine meetings continued, each one a powder keg of tension and desire. Every argument left scars—both physical and emotional. And every time you found yourself in his arms, it became harder to pretend this was anything but an addiction. But neither of you admitted the truth. That would’ve been weakness, and neither of you could afford that.

He hated it too, but no matter how hard he tried your touch was engraved into his skin. The sound of your voice was better than any song he heard. Your scent was better than any candle or flower. The way you kissed and made love with him, it was different. You were different…

The night it all ended was suffocatingly humid, the undercity choking on the fumes of industry. You’d received intel of a weapons shipment in the docks, one you knew would solidify Silco’s stranglehold on Zaun.

You weren’t going to let that happen.

The ambush was chaotic. Gunfire erupted, smoke filling the air. Your squad was outnumbered, overwhelmed. But you fought through the chaos, determined to find him. And you did. Silco stood at the edge of the pier, his silhouette illuminated by flickering flames. His men lay scattered, defeated, and his sharp gaze met yours as you leveled your gun at him.

“Don’t move.”

He tilted his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips despite the blood on his temple. “You won’t shoot me.”

Your hands trembled. You wanted to prove him wrong. You wanted to hate him enough to pull the trigger. But you couldn’t. "Why?" The word tore from your throat, a desperate plea. "Why does it have to be this way?"

Silco stepped closer, his voice calm, almost tender. "Because the system you serve will never let us be free. And you... you were never meant to understand that." His hand moved to his coat, and instinct took over. You fired.

The sound was deafening.

But when the smoke cleared, it wasn’t Silco who fell.

Pain exploded in your chest. You looked down, stunned to see the crimson stain blooming across your uniform. One of his men, barely conscious, had fired the shot.

Silco’s face twisted in something unreadable as you dropped to your knees.

The world blurred as he knelt beside you, his hands pressing against the wound.

"You idiot," he snarled, but his voice cracked. "Why didn’t you walk away? You could’ve left this behind." You tried to speak, but the words came out as a cough, blood staining your lips.

"Don’t... don’t act like you care now," you rasped.

His grip tightened, desperation flickering in his eyes. "I don’t."

"Liar."

Silco’s jaw clenched. For once, he didn’t have a sharp retort.

The pain was fading now, replaced by a strange, numbing warmth. Your vision dimmed, but you forced yourself to meet his gaze one last time.

“I—” you started, but the words caught in your throat.

He leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t. Don’t say it.”

But it was too late. “I loved you,” you murmured, the truth spilling out with your final breath.

Silco froze, his hand still pressed against your chest as your body went limp. The weight of your words hung heavy in the air, shattering whatever armor he had left. For a moment, he stayed there, staring at your lifeless form. Then, slowly, he stood, his face a mask of cold fury and unbearable loss.

The enforcer who had dared to challenge him, who had been both his greatest rival and his deepest regret, was gone. And for the first time in years, Silco felt truly alone.

In the weeks that followed, whispers spread through Zaun. The enforcer who had dared to defy Silco was dead. But what they didn’t know—what Silco would never admit—was that he’d lost far more than just an enemy that night. He’d lost the only person who had ever truly saw him.

THE END

[rasberry-jupiter]

                   DEAL WITH THE DEVIL !? ☆

synopsis. in a fit of jealousy, suguru makes a deal with the devil. in exchange for being the only one you would ever fuck, he would have to become a sleeve tailor made for your cock. in other words, your very personal whore. wc. 4.2k

tags. top! reader, sub! geto. reader is a dilf. brat! suguru, brat tamer! reader. fwb! geto. hardcore dom/sub. rough anal sex, orgasm denial, switching positions (riding, missionary, doggy), sir kink, mixture of degradation & praise kink, dacryphilia, age difference, objectifying, heavy use of whore, pillow princess learns how to ride dick, cum-eating, spit kink, jealousy, subspace, blowjob, yandere! geto undertones.

a/n. suguru gets railed within an inch of his life. good things happen.

“I bet you had plenty fun out there,” Suguru slurred, “dancing with that pretty ‘gal. Probably forgot all about me, too—the two of you were lost in your own little world.” 

Suguru slouched over you to rest his head in the crook of your neck, thighs straining where they bracketed your hips. You could feel his every heated breath against the protrusion of your jugular vein, the sweat of his palms seeping into your skin, burning a path down to hell wherever they went. The awkward shift of his muscles as he raised himself with difficulty, only to plummet down harshly. 

There was no rhythm in the ride. No patience. No tenderness in the way he touched you, branded you with him. Suguru was pissed at you, and you knew it. 

“Suguru,” you moaned, sweaty hands settling on his hips, trying to help him ride, but he swatted your hands away every time you so touched him. At this rate, both of you were going to wake up with bruises tomorrow—and not the kind that felt good. “Fuck, baby, you’re hurting yourself. Let me.” 

He only shook his head, shivering. “Why should I,” he scoffed, “when you don’t even want me. You only want—whatever this is. You only want to fuck a hole. So here I am. A hole for you.” You could tell he was biting his lip, another shudder wracking through his body, and the sight tore into you like a contusion, making you throb. “You can close your eyes and imagine it’s her you’ve got your cock in. She’s prettier, anyway, older than me, too—maybe you’d enjoy it better.” 

“You know that’s not true,” you reasoned, swallowing down a groan as he clenched around you with a ferocity, like he wanted it to hurt. “I only danced with her because you- you were ignoring me in the first place. Please, baby. I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t—don’t you fucking baby me.” Suguru lifted his head, a glare so full of hurt that it dug into you like a jagged blade. “We’re not even a thing. Y-you don’t want to make us a thing.” He swallows harshly, before muttering, “Legal enough for a few good fucks, but too young for anything real.” 

The underlying accusation makes you bristle. You had never protested anything beyond this point—but this was just unfair to you. You didn’t want to make the two of you a thing? Was he fucking serious? And—too young for anything real? How many times have you reassured him that it didn’t matter to you? 

“I believe the reason why you were ignoring me in the first place,” you kept your voice quiet and steady, “was because I brought us up and like a brat, you didn’t want to talk about it. You never want to talk, Suguru. It’s never the right time to talk for you. And now you think, after I go off dancing with someone else to take my mind off the headache you’ve given me, you can act all jealous like I fucked them in front of you.” 

You knew you were going to regret your next words, but at that moment, the immature desire to teach him a lesson overshadowed any sense of rationality. The anger, the disbelief, everything made it harder to think. And you were only human. 

Suguru glowered at you almost childishly, daring you to finish. 

“And maybe I really should, next time,” you continued. “Since you don’t think I’m making any effort. Maybe someone else will appreciate it.” 

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he whispered. 

You frowned. “Suguru—” 

“Don’t you fucking dare!” 

“Suguru,” you snapped. “Don’t raise your voice at me.” 

He froze up at your sudden switch in tone, something darker, more guttural. Something you only use when you’re talking to an unruly brat in the bedroom. Suguru slowly raised his head in confusion. “What?” 

“I know you’re pissed,” you muttered. “But don’t forget whose cock you’re sitting on, right now. If you want to bring this up while we’re having sex, go ahead, but stick to the rules.” 

 “Are you fucking serious—” 

You snapped your hips up, and he moaned, a pretty, tremulous sound. Suguru turned his head to glare at you weakly, half-panting already. It was funny how you could almost reduce him to a dog in heat with merely an inch of control. 

“Yes,” you affirmed. “Now, you can either get off, throw your little tantrum, and walk out of this relationship forever; or you can be a good boy and deal with this reasonably. Which one is it?” 

He parted his lips, as though he wanted to argue, but you only levelled him with an unimpressed look. He huffed, stubbornly glancing away. 

“Well? Suguru?” 

“... Keep going,” he scowled, cheeks flushing. You blinked at him in amusement, not even bothering to bite down the snark that filled your expression at his wishful words. He frowned. “What? Move already.” 

“Oh, no. I’m not gonna do the work for you,” you drawled, hands crawling up his thighs to give them a taunting little squeeze. “See, you didn’t want to let me help you, earlier—I guess you’re perfectly capable of doing it yourself.” You paused, smiling at him. “Ain’t that right?” 

“Fuck you,” he spat. 

“You sure you want to keep that attitude tonight, Suguru?” 

A shiver climbs up his spine, and he shakes his head after a reluctant moment. He knew the consequences of misbehaviour. How you could take him over your lap and make him count every strike, keep him deprived of cock until he was crying and slobbering, begging for something, anything, to replace the ache of emptiness inside him. 

… And he also knew what those hands could do if he behaved himself properly. 

“I’ll be your good boy,” Suguru mumbled. “Fuck me? Please?” 

His hands curled into fists on your shoulders, and he glanced at you, almost expectant. Your hands continued to travel upwards, rubbing slow circles onto the jut of his hipbones, making him sigh in bliss. How easy it was for him to accept your affection as a sign of forgiveness. Too easy, even. 

“Let’s see how good you do by yourself, first.” 

His gaze snapped to yours in defiance, the look of a spoiled brat—and you wanted to break it. You wanted to see him sob and whimper and moan as pounded into his twitching hole, rough, violent, the way that made his eyes roll back in ecstasy and mouth part in hoarse, pleasured screams. 

“But I’ve said please already,” Suguru retorted. “You can’t expect me to—” 

“Last I remember, I gave you two choices, Suguru. You took the second one. This is the second one.” 

“Fucking asshole,” he snarled. “Fine.” 

“Language,” you chastised, but Suguru paid no mind, elbows slung over your shoulders to cage you in a half-hug, shifting on his knees to get better leverage. He rolled his hips—the way you had taught him to before, forward, go down, backward, go up. Slow circular motions that smushed your cock, in just the right angle, against the throbbing gland nesting inside him, soft moans leaving his lips. It was nothing like the careless violence before. 

This was so much better. 

“Yeah, just like that, sweetheart.” Your annoying voice rang, almost a lullaby in the way it made his eyes fall lidded, a whine building at the back of his throat. His body was so attuned to receiving pleasure—it made a whole difference when the reigns were in his hands, now. Fuck. If only you could take him already.

It was good, just bearably so, for a few minutes. Suguru struggled to gain rhythm, rocking down with a little more meaning, just to feel you slide in a little deeper each time, reaching all the dirty places inside his body no one else ever could. He tried to focus on movement and control, instead of getting lost in the way your girth would massage his taut walls, as though telling him to ease up already. 

He scowled. None of this would be a problem if you weren’t so damn difficult. And stingy. 

“Shit,” he cursed, pressing his forehead against the solid grill of your shoulder. “I’m n-not gonna, hnnn, make it if you don’t… don’t d-do something.” 

Suguru could feel the tension in his hamstrings with every slow bounce, the heat curling in his distended abdomen, a tell-tale sign that he was close to teetering over the edge. He could feel your thighs flexing beneath his, and clearly it felt good for you, too, so why, why won’t you just stake your claim on his insides already and turn him into a helpless, sobbing mess, like you always do? 

“Go ahead. I never said you couldn’t come.” 

Fuck that. Of course he wanted to fucking cum—just not like this. Not when you were merely holding him like he were nothing more than another toy, built for your pleasure. Suguru could be good. He could play as your pretty little whore. Hell, he would let you use him wherever and whenever you wanted to. But there was one condition to all of this generosity. 

You were his. 

And if you were going to treat him nothing more like a fleshlight you had rented from a sex shop, something to be borrowed and returned and tossed aside, then he wasn’t going to take it quietly. 

This wasn’t fair to him, not at all. You were being unfair. 

“Look at me,” he grit out. “Look at what you’re doing to me.” 

Suguru grabbed your hand, rubbing your palm against his sticky crotch until your fingers loosely wrapped around his length, a desperate moan spilling out from him as he rutted into your grasp. It was good, but not enough. Hardly. He wanted your hands on every part of him that they could reach. He wanted more. 

To his surprise, you didn’t snap at him for breaking the rules; that, or use your age, size or his willingness to your advantage. Your grip only tightened on his twitching cock, choking a whine out of him. He lifted his head to glance at you with heady eyes, shivering at the interest in your gaze. 

It only spurred him on. 

“This,” he slurred, resting a hand on his slightly swollen stomach, “is yours.” He lifted his hips and moved his hand lower, lower, prodding at the slick-coated length that emerged underneath him with the pad of his forefinger. “Now this… this is mine. You understand?” 

Your breath hitched, arousal building rapidly at his sultry words. This was new, and not bad at all. If this was the game he wanted to play… you supposed you could play along, for now. Just to let him have his fill of fun. 

“They can look at it, touch it, even take pictures of it… but I own the only two holes that you can be inside of. Ever.” Suguru knew he was being selfish, but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t bear to ride something that didn’t belong to him—something that had been tainted by the filth of your other toys. He continued, “I can play by your rules. Be your good whore. Shut up when you tell me to. But play by mine, too.” 

“Greedy,” you snarked. “But fine.” 

He looked pleased at your easy acceptance. 

“Good. Now look at m-me, properly, when I cum on your cock.” 

You kept your word, letting him take the lead. It was obvious he was still getting used to steering with the reigns so unceremoniously thrust into his hands, but fuck, was it hot. You stroked him, your touch rough but still reverent, thumb digging into his beading slit at times, making him cry out as he rode you with renewed vigour. 

“Both hands on me,” he ordered, before hastily adding, “please.” 

He didn’t tell you where, so you put your fingers in his mouth. 

“Fuck,” you panted, almost losing yourself in the way he fluttered around you tirelessly, soaking you up and taking you in. The rhythm of his bounce. The sensual roll of his hips. The obscene whimpers and shudders that sent vibrations into your body whenever he fucked himself a little too good. You loved it all. You wanted it all. If this was what you were getting in exchange for a little rule-breaking, then you would do it a thousand times over. 

Suguru was gasping, thighs twitching, moaning senselessly and drooling around your fingers, and you knew he was about to break from the pressure. Oh, well. He did a good run, for his first time. 

You let go of his cock, and he nearly screamed out in frustration. 

“No, fuck, no, no, no—” 

“But what?” you hummed, and Suguru wanted to wipe that innocent smile off your face with violence. “You said you’d cum on my cock, darling. I don’t see why you need my hands on you.” 

“I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it,” he snapped. What was wrong with you? Weren’t you edging yourself, too? Wasn’t it painful for you, to be denied of release? You were being so frustrating. 

“I played by your rules, sweets.” You pressed a tender kiss to the juncture of his neck and shoulder, and he let out a helpless shiver. “This cock right here?” You nudged upwards to force your cockhead against his stomach walls, earning you a filthy whine. “All yours. But don’t forget. You promised to be my whore in exchange for that. Now, we don’t condone breaking promises, do we?” 

“N-no, but it doesn’t explain why you had to stop—” 

“Because I wanted to.” You let a small smile creep onto your face, relishing in the glazed look in his eye, the quiver in his bottom lip, as though he were about to cry. “Whores don’t order their owner around… unless it’s for the entertainment of their owner, of course. And right now, I’ve gotten terribly bored of it.” 

Suguru looked positively dumbfounded. But if that meant you were going to finally do something about it instead of sitting there, then he wasn’t going to argue with you. He let you maneuver him onto his back pliantly, almost coy in the way he glanced up at you through his lashes, spreading his legs for you. 

How could anyone expect him to want to protect his dignity when you looked at him like that? He wasn’t even prey, to you—something much, more lowly. An object, your possession. A confection to be devoured. You had let him at a glimpse of the power you held over him, and fuck, did it feel great to have you bending to his every whim, stroking his cock for his pleasure for once, but this… this was nothing but not a deal with the devil. True sovereignty was never in his hands. It was all an illusion. 

But if his only purpose would be reduced to a sleeve for your cock to fit into, merely for your pleasure and entertainment, then Suguru would get you so addicted to him, you’d prefer him over any other drug. 

“Please,” he begged, glossy eyes peering at you, “sir.” 

You smiled. “What do you want, Suguru?” 

“I-I want,” he said, half short of a whine, “w-want you- to take control. Please.” 

“Thought you were enjoying yourself, love.” 

Suguru knew what you wanted. To recognise his new identity—something inferior to you. Something that needed to depend on you to survive. 

“I- am- but, mmph, my legs h-hurt.” The glance he gave you, then, sent a shock straight into your chest. He breathed out a quiet confession, the killer blow, “I need you to put me in my place, sir. Please.” 

Your grin grew crooked, hands finally settling on the thick of his hips for the perfect leverage to thrust, and Suguru knew, then, that he had fucking won. 

The first smack of your hips against his ass had him keening. It stung, especially how he was bruised all over from riding you too hard, earlier—but the sharp zing of pleasure coursing through him made up for it a hundred times over. He wrapped his arms around your neck needily, fingers curling into your hair to keep you close, as close as you could be with your cock stuffed inside him. 

“Sir!” he sobbed, legs going around your hips as he trembled in ecstasy, moaning, gasping for breath, because finally, fucking finally, you were here in his arms, giving hell to his insides just the way he liked it. “Yes, yes, mmh, yes, sir—” 

All he could do was breathe. 

“So loud,” you cooed. “Poor thing.” 

“C-can't help- mnh, it,” Suguru whimpered, his body jerking weakly with every thrust. He squeezed his eyes shut for the briefest of moments, sobbing with pleasure as you took him again and again, the weight and heat of your body pinning him down completely, consummately, caging his lithe one, and he loved it. “W-wanted this- for soo long. You- always f-fuck me so- good, sir.”  

“Yeah? Why were you so stubborn, then?” you leered down at him, “Being all tough, snapping at me—acting like you had it. You really had your fun, didn’t you.” 

“‘m so- sorry,” he moaned, eyes rolling back. “W-won’t do i-it again.” 

Your smile grew wider at that. “What a good whore,” you sighed in appreciation, tilting his head by the chin to examine his tear-streaked face. “Pretty, too. Not all whores look pretty when they cry. You’re one of a kind, Suguru.” 

“Sir- you’re- ah, haa, t-thank you, sir,” he panted, whimpering as you pinched one of his nipples, “‘s all ‘cause- of y-you, sir. you make- make me feel- s-so good.” 

“Good to know.” You smoothed a hand over the red and purple blossoming on his pecs from the assault you had subjected them to, your sweat dripping onto his body with every jostle and thrust. “Now shut up for a bit and take it, yeah?” 

Suguru nodded frantically, eyes half-lidded as he gazed up at you. He was getting close again, the excitement in his belly churning tenfold in this new position that had him feeling every sensation of you pulsing inside him, now that he didn’t need to divert his attention elsewhere. Fuck. He couldn’t even remember why he was mad at you in the first place. He cried out as thrusted meanly cock grating against his prostate, his legs tightening around your waist in reflex. 

And you pulled out with a devilish smirk. 

Suguru sobbed out, voice breaking in parts, the sound loud and desperate. “Please, s-sir. I- I was going- I was about to- ” 

“I know,” you crooned. “Told you to shut up, didn’t I?” 

He nodded pliantly, but he couldn’t hold in a whimper, soft and needy. You couldn’t help but admire the sight beneath you, despite the pain-pleasure inside you of yet another ruined orgasm—his eyes were shiny with tears, skin flushed prettily and bruised around the chest and waist, back arched as he desperately tried to get you to move. 

“Turn around for me, sweet thing.” You pressed a kiss to his wet cheek, trying to soothe him. “I know you can do that. You were so good for me just now, baby… I’m so proud of you. I’m sure a teensy little more is nothing to you, mm?” 

Suguru nodded again, rolling onto his stomach sluggishly. He was getting tired, stars drifting past with every slow, dreamy blink, body drained by the way you fucked it like it was something unbreakable. 

He pressed his face into your pillow, inhaling sharply at the scent of your musk filling his every breath, whining as you gripped his hips and tugged him backwards, the head of your cock rubbing against his puffy rim. There was nothing, absolutely nothing else worth his attention on at the moment, the world fading to a trifling blur under your touch. 

The only sounds he could hear were your heavy pants against his shoulder blades, the chanting of fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me in the distant back of his mind, making his insides melt with the desire to be taken. There was no more Suguru. There was only a hole in his place. 

He could feel his eyes drooping, soft breaths luring him to sleep, but out of the cloud of smoke and haze, you were there, a steady presence behind him, the warmth of your calloused palms branding his hips and thighs guiding him back to reality. 

“Let’s remind ourselves,” you husked, your voice wrapping around him like a warm blanket of safety amid the static. “Who are you to me, Suguru?” 

He breathed out a moan, then answered without thinking. “Yours- only yours.” 

“Specifics, baby. Let’s try again.” 

He tried to shift back onto you—even an inch would do, with how desperate he was, but your hand on his hip held him in place. You huffed out a laugh as he turned his head to frown cutely at you. “Your- your property,” he tried again. “Your plaything.” 

“Better,” you praised, “but they’re not what I’m looking for. What else?” 

Suguru knew what you wanted to hear, but he just couldn’t recall at that moment—it was too much, the edging, the scent of you everywhere, the exhaustion, the hot sweaty press of your chest against him, your big hands on his body, your cock rubbing between his thighs. All of it was making his head blank. 

He whimpered helplessly, wanting to turn to you for help, but you kept him in that same humiliating position, as though it were a common whore you were breeding and not him—

“Whore,” he gasped. “I���m your whore.” 

You grinned, then, sharp and pleased, and Suguru could almost cry at the relief he felt. “And what do good whores do, mm?” 

He sobbed, “Good whores take what they’re given… and say thank you.” 

“Good,” you repeated, breathless. “Very good, Suguru.” 

You positioned yourself properly this time, tapping the head of your cock wetly against his entrance just to hear him whine, before entering him with a heavy, careless thrust—to the very brim. 

Suguru buried his face into the pillow, practically screaming. He fisted the bedsheets, head swimming with the sudden burst pleasure overwhelming his senses, the pleasure of being taken, used, like property you had paid for; the pleasure of you picking him, of all people, to be the one you wanted to play with. All the toys in the aisle and you had chosen him. 

He’d gladly be your personal whore. 

“Now,” you prompted with a drawl, “what do we say, mm?” 

“T-thank you, sir,” Suguru whined, “Thank you so- soo much.” 

“Well done,” you breathed, carding a hand through his long, silky hair—before pulling it back into a makeshift pony tail and yanking him up by it, roughly. You ignored his startled whine, taking a second to admire the shape of your cock jutting out from his now exposed abdomen—before towing him backwards, slowly, until his back settled against your chest. 

You could feel his frame quivering against yours. Where was his confidence? The attitude, the jealousy? Guess you had fucked him so good he had forgotten everything else but his only purpose in life—to offer up his holes for your pleasure. 

“Open up, whore,” you whispered. 

Suguru didn’t need to be told twice. He fluttered his lashes, parting his lips for you, breath hitching as you collected a ball of spit, letting it drizzle slowly, obscenely, from your mouth to the waiting hole beneath you. You snapped his jaws shut, making sure you heard the audible swallow before you let go. 

“Thank you,” he whimpered. You smiled. You had such a good-mannered whore. 

He snivelled when he felt a hand enclose his cock—the poor thing so hard it was almost purple, lovingly stroking him. Tears slid down his cheeks freely as soft moans and pants spilled unbidden. He sobbed out brokenly, body jerking in your arms as his cock gave a weak, helpless spurt, the orgasm washing over him in cathartic waves. 

“T-thank you,” he panted, glancing up at you with pretty, moist eyes. 

Suguru only let out a feeble whine as you slowly slid out of him, clenching and gaping from the emptiness, placing him back on all fours. He clutched the sheets with trembling hands as something wet tapped on his cheek, and he opened his mouth without much thought. 

“My pretty whore,” you praised, and put your cock in his mouth. The warm gush of cum down his throat had him choking out a beautiful sound of gratitude. 

Suguru had been stupid to think he could ever get the upperhand in a deal with the devil. But that was all he was now, wasn’t he? A stupid, pretty whore, only ever good for taking cock. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought, with a mouthful of cum and more trickling down the side of his chin. 

Maybe he was always meant to be like this. 

Maybe what he needed was your guidance, all along.

masterlist!

[rasberry-jupiter]

Who’s the biggest size queen on the masterlist?

hear me out when i say it’s toji.

especially when we’ve already established that that man is a certified sugar baby. i like to think he’s doing it half for the money, and half for your big cock. as long as there’s something thick and girthy plugging him up all hours of the day and a fat wad of cash snuck into his underwear after you’re done using him, he’ll keep his legs spread, back arched, hole stretched and slicked-up for as long as you need him to be. even when you don’t need him to be. that man will bear your babies. he will throw away his dignity as long as you’re stuffing him with something so colossal he’ll walk funny for days after. he will cockwarm you just to feel you filling him to the brim, and once his hole starts to get puffy and sore around you, he’ll use his mouth instead to feel you stretch his throat. he yearns for you to mess up his insides every time you pound him so good you have his eyes rolling all the way to nirvana. the bed creaking. fuck, it’s morning. keep going. he’ll never get tired of you, nor the feeling of you making his stomach bloat and swell. thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[rasberry-jupiter]

Not adding my glorious malewife nanami should be a crime 😔

nanami kento hardly considered himself a family man. that was, until he met you. 

toddlers, little versions of you running around, tiny chubby hands and feet tugging insistently on the fabric of his pants to ask for hugs, telling them bedtime stories with them going from excited and animated to slowly nodding off in his lap . . . 

the nanami kento from ten years ago would have never believed what he was currently imagining as the ‘perfect life’. 

“sweetheart,” kento sighed, gold lashes fluttering in the morning light. it was still so early, and yet your appetite was insatiable. he was laying on his stomach, and he could feel just exactly how deep you were inside him. your warm hands had long settled underneath his belly, careful and tender in the way one would cradle the pregnant paunch of their betrothed, and he knew what you were thinking. 

a baby, nanami thought with a shudder. your baby. 

he craned his head to glance at you, panting lightly into the crisp air. your expression was contorted in pleasure, some concoction of concealed lust and . . . something more. it made his heart throb, made him want to clench. to take you in, every inch and all else you were willing, and the child you wanted to give to him. 

i want it, he found himself wanting to say, and frowned. he wasn’t so young anymore, and this would be the best time to conceive, if anything—but was this a risk he was willing to take? what would life be like, carrying your kin in his womb? new life, growing inside the cot of his belly? 

nanami doubted it would be all smiles and sunshine, but the gnawing feeling at the back of his throat never hesitated. the emptiness inside him had never felt right. he wanted it. so much. 

the snug press of your hips against his rear forced a low sound out of him, full of yearning. and when you bent down to whisper ‘i love you’ into his ear, warm and potent, nanami found his eyes blurring with the water of tears. 

“i want your child,” he breathed out, and he felt you grow still behind him. it was the wrong position, really, or maybe the right one, considering how you were pressed up inside him in a way that sent the universe floating before his eyes. his words felt like a promise. a plea. nanami wished it belonged to you instead. 

your response was hardly coherent, a snarl if anything—pressing yourself to the cleft of his back, moaning and grunting his name, grip tight and sweaty on his hips. nanami could almost taste the feeling of joy bubbling inside himself as he buried his face into the mattress and let you make love to him. 

if four of his words meant this much to you, maybe, just maybe . . . starting a family with you wouldn’t be a bad thing after all. 

[rasberry-jupiter]

                 𝜗𝜚 BABY, FERVOUR! (FEVER)

synopsis. when new years baby fever strikes, the only thing you can do is make him juno. one of him is cute, yeah, but two, though? featuring you (yes, you!) thoroughly breeding the jjk men (with fervour). wc. 5.2k

tags. top! reader, sub! gojo, toji, sukuna, geto separately. reader has a cock. baby fever, pregnancy kink, breeding kink. set in the a/b/o world as a plot device for mpreg. true-form sukuna & beast! reader, afab! geto, toji is a father of six (nine now). creampies, feminization, primal play, slut-shaming, dacryphilia, overstim, oviposition (only sukuna), daddy/mommy kink, full nelson, kitchen sex, mounting, nesting, size difference, belly bulging, mean tummy pushing, praise kink, degradation, rough anal & vaginal sex, extremely cockdrunk! suguru. whiny, needy jjk men.

a/n. you should know the drill by now . . . synopsis from juno by ms carpenter. enjoy!

“. . . make a baby?” satoru whined, headily peering up at you between two spread, quivering thighs, held up invitingly for you. “heard it- it takes a lot of hard work to make one . . . ” 

“yes,” you grunted, brows fixed together in concentration as you gazed down at your lustrous mate, his lidded eyes glazed over in pure bliss. he was spread prettily underneath you, lewd pants and whimpers tumbling out of kiss-bitten lips as your cock continued to stretch tautly at his pink, puffy rim, forcing its way in one fat inch by one fat inch. “‘s that mean you don’t wanna? m-make a baby. with me.” 

satoru shook his head quickly, cheeks heating up as you repeated that phrase again. 

“‘course i wanna!” he mewled out, glossy eyes peering up at you in mock offense, “if it’s with you… i th-think it’d be okay.” he glanced away, cheeks heating up as though he was embarrassed by the idea of carrying your child, but you weren’t having any of that. 

satoru sobbed out a piteous whine as your girthy length dragged along his spongy walls as though it wanted to leave, feeling himself clench eagerly around it to restore the fullness. “noo, come back,” he whined, sharp nails raking down your back in pretty red trails, letting out a happy purr when you thrust to the hilt again, filling his stomach up. 

“‘m talking ‘bout a baby, satoru, not some toy…” you huffed disapprovingly, pressing a gentle kiss to the sensitive underside of his jaw, to which he let out a shrilly gasp at. “a baby right here.” you gave his tummy a little prod, and he whimpered, his walls pulsating around you at the mere thought of you planting a seed right there… a dirty little secret buried deep inside him, where no one would know but the two of you. “that’s what i want. do you understand me, ‘toru?” 

“i knoow what you’re talkin’ about,” satoru slurred sousedly, pupils dilated as proof of his intense arousal. he palmed his pudgy tummy with one hand, mimicking your earlier actions, before glaring up at you. “‘m not stupid, i‘m the best. ‘said i want a baby, so gimme one, ‘kay? your baby.” 

“i heard it takes a lot of hard work to make one, though,” you carefully repeated his own words, a sly grin slowly etching itself onto your face. he mumbled something under his breath that sounded awfully like ‘meanie’ before it sharpened into a whine as you pressed harder into the curved cusp of his hips, the fullness making it almost hard to breathe. “hours and hours of labour and hard work non-stop, in fact.” you huffed out a soft laugh, “well, it’s me doing the hard work anyway, but you won’t get to rest at all. you sure you can handle that, baby? might as well keep you on my cock all night long if you’re up for it…” 

he nodded enthusiastically, treating this like a challenge as he always would. satoru was the best. the best omega in all of the clans: tight sopping hole, negligible gag reflex, and a fertile womb that was always, always ready for breeding. and if you wanted a child, he was going to be the best child-bearer in the world. 

“put a baby in me,” he told you, firmly. “and don’t you dare stop until you do.” 

and that was all you needed to snap. 

like a man possessed, you snarled a quick curse into his neck, nipping at the mating bite you had embedded there on the side with stark affection before getting to work. two sweaty palms found their way onto the thick of his hips, gripping and squeezing, roughly yanking him back to meet every violent nudge of your bulbous cockhead against his prostate gland, now throbbing sweetly and starting to swell. 

satoru sobbed out your name loudly in querulous, broken syllables, thrashing wildly under your grip, but you didn’t let go—never would, only held on as your omega clutched on to your shoulders equally as tight. you would fulfil your promise, make him yours in every sense of the word. you would impregnate him. 

“gonna make you a mommy,” you heaved out, pressing down onto his softened tummy. you wanted to make him feel you inside, thick and hefty and pulsing with life, and he wailed out, the pressure on his slightly distended stomach increasing tenfold with one single push of your hot palm. “gonna make you full and round n’ swollen with me. is that what you want, ‘toru? to get knocked up like a good cumslut?” 

“yes,” satoru snivelled, tears dotting on his lashes as he whined pitifully at you. “a-alpha. ‘m your good cumslut omega. please...” he didn’t know what he was pleading for, he didn’t care, as long as at the end of the day, he would be stuffed to the brim with cum and seed with your knot plugging him up, a baby slowly starting to grow inside his womb as he dozes off to sweet, sweet dreams. 

“shit,” you growled, stiff grip pressing bruises onto flawless skin while you plowed into his soppy cave, making him keen at the rough treatment. all of this was making you dizzy with desire. you couldn’t wait to see his pretty tummy grow round with the baby you put in him. “wanna knock you up so bad, baby,” you whined into his ear, “you have no idea. gonna make you mine, ruin you for anyone else…” 

satoru sobbed out a moan, the sheer intensity of your words making his hole drool with want and anticipation, gummy walls squeezing around you with an obscene squelch. all he could feel was himself getting wetter and wetter, wetter and wetter… drenching the mattress with how much slick he was producing, the viscous substance practically pouring out of his birthing cavern like a waterslide. 

he had never been so fucking aroused in his life. the idea of his body slowly growing plump and heavy with your child, all fat and waddling around in his pregnancy, hands poised underneath his huge stomach to support it… 

you probably wouldn’t let him walk around much after pumping a baby into him, would you? you would probably strap him to the bed, keeping him pregnant and barefoot on your cock for the rest of the days to come. the strongest sorcerer in the world, reduced to nothing but a cumdump and a child-bearer. 

fuck, he was going to cum so hard. 

“gonna cum soon, baby,” you panted. “gonna cum in your pretty womb and you’ll take it, ‘kay?” 

satoru shuddered, crying out as he felt you grow bigger, your knot thickening at the base, making his rim stretch impossibly wider. “p-please. want it inside,” he weeped, desperate tears dribbling down his rosy cheeks in salty globs, to which you lapped up eagerly. “want your baby so much…” 

you gripped onto his hips harder, pressing them securely into the cushiony mattress while you pounded into the cramped space in his sloppy hole, making him yell out a filthy scream of your name, jackknifing off the bed and cumming all over his filled tummy in several, messy spurts. 

“yeah. and ‘m gonna do exactly that, princess,” you panted, sloppily kissing his neck while continuing to plow at his taut, tumid hole, still greedily fluttering around you despite the mind-blowing orgasm, wanting to be bred. “gonna put a baby- in you. get this tummy nice n’ round for -me, yeah?” 

“please,” satoru sobbed brokenly. he swore he couldn’t take it anymore if you didn’t cum inside him in the next minute. he was going to lose his fucking mind. “get me pregnant already!” 

at his warbled consent, you couldn’t hold back a primal snarl of ‘omega’ into his ear before sending a harsh, well-aimed thrust against his tumefied sweet spot, the beefy tip crushing itself against the throbbing, overstimulated gland, causing a loud wail to ring from your pretty mate. with a loud, guttural grunt, you forced your knot deeper inside his puffy rim, seizing and trembling before filling him up with thick ropes of warm cum. 

satoru gawped at you with watery eyes, keening and trembling with exhaustion as your knot settled deep and safely into his womb, stuffing him full of baby batter. you really had went and knocked him up now… and from the way you kept on crooning, greedy hands kneading his now swollen stomach with a terrible insistence, you definitely weren’t planning on stopping after one. 

FUSHIGURO TOJI

“you wanna what,” toji snarled, breath coming out in soft, frisky puffs as you carefully folded the omega in his favourite position—the full nelson. “‘m not in the mood for your ngh, fuckin’ jokes.” 

“i’m not playing with you,” you grit out, panting harshly into the valley of his neck and shoulder, licking a hot stripe from his dewy scent gland to the sensitive back of his ear, earning you a shiver. you mustered a low grunt as your cock slotted into his tight hole with a sloppy shlick, his walls instinctively closing in on you, keeping you safely tucked inside. “i want another baby, toji. wanna, heh, get you pregnant.” 

“y’er actually serious.” toji gave a nonchalant wriggle, getting you to loosen your grip on him, before sharply rolling his hips down to fully settle onto your lap—the sticky back of his rear now flattened against your straining quads, groaning as your thick cock slid in deeper into his soaked cavern. “fuuck. that’s more like it. fuck the stomach—think i can feel your dumb cock all the way in my throat.” 

the both of you panted wordlessly as you let his puffy rim get used to the heavy stretch, pleasured hums slipping from him as you smothered his neck and shoulders with red and purple love bites, tenderly licking over the teethmarks you had put on the side of his neck the first time you had consummated. 

“y’said you want another baby? get me pregnant? that it, stupid alpha?” toji muttered, giving you an impassive side-glance, but you knew he was excited from the idea with how much slick was leaking, no, pouring out from around your shaft, drenching your cock with his arousal. “bet you just like, ah- the thought of seein’ me all round and useless. bein’ an absolute slut for your,” he bit back a whine as you thrusted up into his sopping hole, “c-cock. ah, your big, fuckin’ cock… good for nothin’ but gettin’ me pregnant. hah.” 

a lewd ‘pap’ sounded as you bottomed out again, the convex tip weeping in unison with his fluttering walls, prodding him in places that sent stars swarming in his eyes. he could feel himself clench with every movement, his stretched hole growing wet and sticky at each drag of your thick girth, hot and throbbing inside him. it didn’t help that you were groaning and grunting in his ear, hips trembling every time you bucked up into his swollen, dripping hole, feverish body bounding his in such a taut, intimate position that allowed minimal movement on his half—that had his inner omega keening. 

“he does more than that,” you muttered, rolling your hips up so you could rub your shaft directly against his sore stomach walls, “and you know it.” toji gave a dry sob, clinging on to his own thighs as the round bulge of your cock appeared on his abdomen, deep and sinfully thick. almost resembling a baby bump. you couldn’t help but croon at his reaction to your little trick, starting to thrust into his wet cave again. “h-he’s- definitely very good at getting you pregnant, though, heh…” 

toji could feel his instincts acting up again at the way you were talking to him—making him want to fold his arms, press his chest into the mattress with his back arched like a good omega and raise his ass to the skies just so you could plunder him and put a baby inside his needy womb. fuck. he needed to get pregnant. he needed your seed inside him, filling him up to the brim of leaking, your bulbous knot securing the entrance of his slutty little hole, preventing anything from dripping out… and making sure he’d conceive. 

“fuck me,” he growled, “as many times as it’ll take. fuck a baby into me. a-another one. i want a fucking litter, you hear me?” 

“so demanding,” you panted, despite feeling yourself grow dizzy at his obscene words. “i’ll give you as many as you can take—don’t wanna tire you out, baby. y’remember last time when you had the, ah- twins? doubt we can fit more than- hn, three, though, in that little hole of yours.” 

“it’s not little if even your stupidly big cock can fit inside,” he scoffed. “i said i want a litter. now shut up and fuck me ‘till you give me one.” 

biting back instinctual dislike of this being not the traditional mounting position to mate and breed—it was your omega’s favourite after all, so it’d do—you continued to plow at his soppy hole, each filthy push and pull with the only intent of fulfilling your role as his sire. pumping a baby, a pup, into his sweet womb, making his tummy grow big and round with the product of your hard work. it was amazing, really, how all of this could occur from one spurt of hot cum deep into your beautiful mate. 

you could feel toji’s body shuddering with pleasure, sharp claws sinking into your forearms and whichever part of you he could physically reach, small mewls punched out of him with every thrust. but that wouldn’t do. not while you were making love to him. you wanted to make him cry. make him scream, preferably, eyes crossing and back arching as he sobbed out his pleasure to the world. 

adjusting the angle of your hips, you tightened your grappling hold on him before grinding up, a smirk cutting across your face as you heard him choke on a moan, legs quivering where they hung on the crook of your elbows, evidently overstimulated. he wasn’t going anywhere, now. not until you bred him properly like he had asked. this was your duty as mate. 

“too much,” he gasped, “too fuckin’ much, slow down—” 

“keep up, baby. you asked for this,” you hummed, nipping at his shoulder as he squirmed on your cock, rim flittering tirelessly around the bulk of your cock. “just let me do my job, yeah?” 

“fuck—you.” 

“in case you didn’t notice, i’m currently trying very hard.” 

toji whimpered helplessly, tight walls squeezing the life out of your cock, as though he were trying to milk every last bit out of you. you could feel yourself dripping inside him with every heavy slosh—every push and pull of your shaft against his cramped hole, pre-cum mingling with his slick, creating one big, wet mess inside him that would soon grow into a tiny bundle of joy. 

“gonna look sooo fucking pretty with my baby in you, toji,” you cooed into his ear, rewarding you with a feeble shiver and an answering whine. you bucked your hips, pushing deeper and deeper before allowing your knot to slowly take form, stretching him across the entrance with the heavy, swollen end of it. “like always. or maybe it’s gonna be twins this time. triplets. fuck, baby. you’re gonna look so beautiful.” 

he sobbed out as thick, warm cum began to flood him, making him clamp around you intuitively to keep everything inside—the unexpected pleasure buzzing through you sharply and making you grunt and jerk, another hot spurt of cum into his pretty womb. 

“if we don’t get triplets, we’re trying again,” toji mumbled, gaze hazy, almost cumdrunk, stomach flexing in anticipation as you poured the last of your seed into him with a soft sigh of agreement. 

RYŌMEN SUKUNA

“put your fuckin’ spawn in me?” the curse scoffed, craning his neck to glare at you with his bottom left eye. “‘s about damn time you asked.” 

you had him on all fours (sixes), back arched and hips raised like a proper omega presenting in heat, panting and shivering as you bent over his body with your lumbering own. you could feel the drool building up in your mouth from the mere anticipation of impregnating your mate, filling him to the brim with your eggs and cum, breeding little beasts into his eager, fertile womb. 

you leaned down to nuzzle his neck in affirmation, clumsily canting your hips backwards before pushing them until they rested flush against his plush ass, choking a needy whine out of him. his walls squeezed around you in retaliation, still needing to adjust to the all-too-big intrusion despite having done this hundreds of times, the heaviness of your cock resting against inside him almost a familiar comfort. 

“this better- not be just your rut talking,” sukuna muttered, a low growl reverbrating at the back of his throat, quietening after you let out a soothing croon of your own, tenderly licking over his mating bite. “i’ll f-fucking flay you alive if it is.” 

“no,” you denied, but you think you’d let him do it anyway. you’d do anything for him. kill, slaughter, guard him with your life. you were his, heart, body and soul, and you’d slit your own throat if you left him wanting anything for a split second. 

still struggling to find a rhythm with how much he was writhing and snarling underneath you, his mind unused to such open submission, with him freely exposing his back and neck to you, your claws being able to reach his stomach within a blink of an eye; and yet his body was practically vibrating with how much it yearned for the pleasure that came with yielding to you, having your big, clawed hands branding his body, the weight of your touch anchoring him to the present. 

fuck. children, sukuna thought, a sob dragged out of his lips, wrecked, as the head of your cock rammed against his throbbing sweet spot. little yous, cute and fanged and savage, with your bruising grip on his hips and the feral snarl of his name into the sweaty scent gland of his neck, swollen cock working in and out of him with utmost devotion at one single directive that he had given you only moments ago—to get him pregnant. 

what would they be like? would they inherit your gentleness? or the side of your angry beast? he wanted them all. wanted all that you could give him. wanted you to fill him up, make his tummy grow and grow, stuffed with your spawn and seed until he was positive he couldn’t take any more. to the edge of spilling, breaking, bursting. 

sukuna let out a throaty groan at that, head thrown back as he gave a full-body shudder, his first orgasm burning through him as his cocks spurted onto the nest in enthusiasm. “fuck,” he panted, slumping down in exhaustion, a protesting whine tumbling out as you continued to move in and out of him despite the sensitive fluttering of his hole. “a-asshole, can’t you see—hnngh.” 

you palmed at the fat of his ass, crooning as you heard your mate whimper, head ducked down to hide in the nest, almost shy. “it is okay,” you rumbled, forked tongue laving over his scent gland in comfort, the fragrant, oily tang of his scent making you muster out a low keen. he was so sweet, so perfect, as always. he deserved everything and more. “i will… take care of you.” 

and you meant every word of it. until he was bathed in the making of your children, your spawn, you wouldn’t stop. 

“sukuna,” you growled, rocking down into his waiting hole with meaning, wanting him to feel every girthy inch of you, the drag, the glide. “sukuna. sukuna.” 

“yes, i fucking get it,” he bit back a snarl, turning his head to let you catch a glimpse of his teary eyes. “don’t stop. fuck. it feels so good. you feel so fucking good.” 

he whined louder as you picked up your pace, nails ripping up the nest into near shreds, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care with the noises he was making, making the heat inside you grow ever hotter, making your hips move of their own accord, bucking into the warm, cosy chamber of his womb of their own accord. 

you could hear with every gurgle inside his tummy, his slick intermixing with all the precome that was squirting out of your cock in frenzied arousal, making a comfy nest for your length to settle into for mere moments before sliding out again. soon, it would become home for your eggs, a soft cushion for them to rest upon until it was ready for them to hatch. all of them, inside him. you would have no one else bear them. 

“sukuna,” you repeated, one clawed hand going around his torso to palm at his stomach, not quite full yet, but nonetheless bulging with your girthiness. “here, sukuna. please, please.” you pushed and kneaded at the swell of his tummy, strugging to tuck your claws away in the dizziness of heat and want clouding your instincts, but keeping them a safe distance from him and the seedbed of your spawn. “want to put them in here. make you full of me. want it so much.” 

“yeah,” sukuna choked out, tears sliding down his cheeks from all four of his eyes, chest heaving with breath as you took and took from him, the curb of his hole puffy from all the stretching. he could feel you growing, still, your knot starting heavy and thick from the base, and he held back a keen of his own, wanting nothing but for you to plug him up and make him your personal breeding grounds. just you, him, and whatever you would give him tonight and in the coming weeks of your rut, whether it be a nestful of eggs, or stomachfuls of your cum. 

he would take it all, like a good omega. he would do it for you. only for you. 

“breed me,” sukuna whimpered, two hands reaching back to clutch at your shoulders, your neck—any part of you that he could reach. “t-tired of seein’ an empty nest. want eggs. was waitin’ for you to fucking ask. wanted them for ages. fuck them into me.” you could feel his thighs trembling with the strain of holding his hips up for you, strength long gone, and he would have collapsed if it weren’t for you dutifully grasping them, making sure they were pressed flush against yours. 

you hissed out, low, soothing croons spilling out one after one as you heard the first pained cry coming from your mate, the sweet shape of his womb distending to make space for the first egg. “it is okay,” you whispered again and again throughout, lapping messily at his neck and cheek, a primal resemblance of a kiss. “you are okay.” 

sukuna allowed two of his eyes to flutter shut (the other two on alert, now that he had something to protect), two hands joining yours, resting against his now bloated stomach. relishing in the vibrations of your purrs and trills, and responding with some of his own. he could feel the shape of the egg inside him, scaled and ovoid and perfect. 

if this was the aftermath of pregnancy, if this was the outcome of hours and hours of lovemaking and feral snarls of pleasure into the crook of his neck, then sukuna would sacrifice anything, anything to feel this way again. this love, this tenderness, shaped by two hands cradling his soon-to-be newborn, the heartbeat of another pressed against his throbbing own. 

GETO SUGURU

suguru couldn’t believe it. you were breeding him in the fucking kitchen, of all places. 

“too much,” suguru sobbed, hot tears clinging to his lashes as he glanced back at you, bent over the kitchen counter. he could hear every slosh and squelch inside his sore cunt, as though your cock were trying to whip all the baby batter stuffed inside him into shape. “puh-please. i can’t, daddy. ‘s too much.” 

“nuh-uh, suguru. you can take it,” you gently reprimanded, one hand settling on his ass, squeezing the flesh lightly, making him jostle and whine. “you said you wanted a baby, right? daddy’s gonna give you a baby. now, we don’t tolerate going back on our word, do we, sweetheart?” 

“no,” the omega keened, hips trembling lightly as you impaled him again and again, thick girth making his folds part and lips stretch just to accommodate you. you could feel him shivering against you, evidently overstimulated, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop, with the piece of heaven that you were currently inside. tight, warm and extremely wet, a perfect, snug fit for your cock. you couldn’t wait to spill inside hm again, another load of cum inside his soaked womb, another chance of him getting pregnant. “but it’s too good, daddy, please…” 

“do you wanna stop, suguru? does it hurt?” you paused, eyebrows fixing together in concern. a whine of protest tore from his throat almost immediately, hips squirming as he tried to fuck himself back onto your cock. he shook his head rapidly, mouthing ‘please, no’ while blinking up at you tearily. “okay, okay…” 

he let out a sob of relief as you started moving again, despite how he could feel his toes clenching and hips shuddering with every overstimulating thrust, his core aching and swollen. he was practically relying on your firm grasp on his waist and the leverage he had on the counter to stay standing, the strength having long left his legs. but suguru had to endure. it was for the baby, of course. it would all be worth it in the end. 

“good boy, suguru. just one more, and then we’ll take a break, okay?” you murmured soothingly, your hot palm a comfort on the small of his back, steadying him and making sure he won’t fall, grounding him to the present of your lovemaking. “daddy’s gonna take good care of you, just like always.” you rolled your hips in slow circles, making sure not to go too fast, watching his slick cling onto your girth in a wet, shiny sheen of sticky cream. you groaned your pleasure as you bottomed out, feeling him clench around you in rapid flutters, small whines slipping out from your lover in tumbles. 

“okay,” he mumbled. “put a baby in me, daddy.” 

that sent a pleasure-addled shiver down your spine and right down your cock, pre squirting out from the head, making him croon happily as more of your warmth settled inside his womb. “little brat,” you scolded, a playful lilt to your tone, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck, to which he shivered at. you couldn’t wait to get your hands on his swollen tummy once you were done with him. it was going to be round and full and perfect, pulsing with the perfect concoction of you and him. 

“faster,” suguru whined, “harder. want it s-so much, daddy. give me a baby.” 

you grunted in response, grip sliding onto his hips as you tugged him back onto your cock, the wet ‘pap’ of skin against skin ringing in the air, driving your length deeper into his welcoming hole with more force than before. he cried out as you sunk further into his sloppy pussy with another stroke of your shaft against his twitching, oversensitive walls, pulsating around you in rhythm. 

suguru’s fingers clawed down the marble, soft whines and uneven breaths punched out of swollen lips as he struggled to hold himself up with your harsh, increasing thrusts, refusing to slump downright onto the table even as you pounded into him like you were pestle, and he was mortar. 

“always biting off more than you can chew,” you huffed, palms smoothing over the thick of his hips and down to his round, plush ass, before giving it a little slap for good measure—and he whined out sharply, shuddering with arousal from the streak of pain. “you never learn, do you, baby?” 

“‘s a lot,” suguru bit down on his lip, holding in the sob building at the back of his throat. the pleasure was simply too good, every strike of your bulbous head against his throbbing sweet spot setting his nerve ends on fire and flames, lust clouding his vision with how your hands were branding him as your own—your hips never once pausing in their mission to impregnate him even as he whined and sobbed and begged. 

“but it’s okay. y’can do a-anything you want to me,” he mumbled, pausing to rub at his glossy eyes before peering at you from over his shoulder. “‘s long as you make me pregnant, ‘kay?” 

it was at that moment that you realised, suguru with baby fever was a very dangerous thing. with a low, almost primal snarl into the bruised skin of his neck, you pulled out swiftly and flipped your omega around, sitting him on the counter just as he glanced down at you with wide, stunned eyes, a petulant whine on the edge of being uttered before you silenced him with a kiss. 

“daddy,” suguru whined against your lips, clumsily grabbing at your shoulders, even as you mouthed messily at him, the kiss more tongue and spit than anything, feral and a little violent with his claws now gaining purchase in raking down your back. “‘nough kissing. put it back in. want your cock in me.”  

lips parting with a wet smack, you guided your cock to rut against his sopping folds, making sure he could feel it, all of it—the hot, filthy drag of your girth against his needy cunt, stroking and teasing but never entering. he gawked up at you in betrayal, whining needily and nudging his hips forward, trying to entice you to fuck him, a frown pulling at the corners of his lips when it didn’t work. 

it hit him, then, just what you were waiting for. 

“‘m sorry, i forgot—” he rushed over his words, arms slung onto your shoulders in a half-cage, leaning forward to kiss your cheek sweetly. “please, daddy.” 

“good,” you hummed. maybe you spoiled him a little too much, but now he sat, shivering and obedient, your cock spearing his cunt in one strong thrust. in this new position you were able to reach way deeper, the tapered tip delicately kissing the opening of his cervix, making your mate sob and croon with the fullness of it all. 

“now hold on tight for me, okay?” you whispered into the sweaty curve of his neck, to which he nodded pliantly to with a pout, “‘cause daddy’s not gonna stop until he puts a baby in your tummy.” 

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[rasberry-jupiter]

My friend put nails on me for the first time yesterday, and I have always felt safe in my masculinity, but damn did I feel like a pretty princess

💅✨

On that note!!

Feminizing Sanji, dressing him up like the women he always fawns over,

putting nails on him so he leaves red trails down your back

And running mascara if his face from getting fucked so hard.

He can already cook, so why not make him your pretty little housewife? Naked, except for an apron that says "Kiss the Slut" :3

- 🍽️ anon (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪

good for you!!! always wanted to know what pretty princesses feel like. nails sound fun... just worried i’ll accidentally scrape the paint off within the first few minutes and ruin somebody’s handiwork. 🙂‍↕️

thinking about fucking sanji in the changing room against the mirror. making him watch himself coming undone underneath you, mascara running down his flushed cheeks, pink nails digging tracks down your forearms, lipstick smudged from having your fingers stuck in his mouth, girly whines punched out with every thrust.

grunting pretty slut into his ear and teasing him about his cock being so hard it’s lifting up the hem of his skirt, to which he moans at. and before he knows it, you’re spinning him around and bending him over your lap, giving his ass a good spanking for acting like a dollar whore, making him watch in the mirror until he cums all over himself messily.

[rasberry-jupiter]

Sub bully gojo like he was planning on fucking and bullying reader when the opposite went way? Like reader had enough of his bullshit and makes him cry and overstimulates him?

Loser | sub!gojo satoru

wc: 2.9k+ words | masterlist

dom!gn!reader, mean!reader -> soft!reader, bully!gojo kinda but he’s more annoying then actually bullying, crying, footjob except he’s clothed, cumming in pants, college au, edging, comparing gojo to a puppy, degradation, praise, exhibitionism, overstimulation, knocking Gojo down a peg, teasing, cursing, mention of reader being shorter than gojo but not important, ooc gojo(?)

note : the writing may be weird… its been a while 😬

"Well well well, look who it is!" You grimace at the all too familiar voice and try to quickly turn the corner but a hand grabs your hand and turns you around, causing you to stumble back slightly but you catch yourself in time.

Furrowing your eyebrows and frowning in annoyance, you eye the person who stopped you: Gojo fucking Satoru. He’s the guy who’s been making your college life a living hell ever since he found out you two went to the same high school. Even though there were several other students here who also went to the same high school, he decided to annoy you for some reason.

The other students in the hallway quickly shuffle to their next classes or to lunch, too afraid to say something that’ll result in Gojo picking on them instead. Of course, they're scared, Gojo is known as a bully who somehow has good relationships with the teachers, an advantage he uses daily. The hallway is deserted now with only you two standing in. You hear the bell ring loudly throughout and your eyes dart to the clock on the wall. Damn it, you’re late to class now.

“Hey! Look at me, bitch.” You scowl deeply as your attention turns back to Gojo. You wonder if he’s aware of his childish personality or not. You assume he doesn’t by the way he continues to act like a toddler.

“What the hell do you want?” You reply, annoyance clear as day on your face. A grin spreads across his face when he sees your attention back on him. God, he loves the way you look at him like that. He quickly shoves the thought to the back of his head.

“In a bad mood today, huh?” He teases, that annoying grin still prominent on his face and you clench your fist into a ball, wanting to punch that grin off his stupid face though you know you can’t. He would just go running to the teachers and higher-ups and get you in trouble somehow.

You let out a small scoff and continue to glare at him before he talks again.

“What? You really think I’m gonna annoy you today?” He smirks and slowly walks closer to you but you grimace. He leans his head down slightly and you frown deeper. You’re already annoying me with your presence, you want to say.

“You should smile more, it’ll make you more pleasant to look at for once, [name]-” He could barely finish his sentence before your anger got the best of you. How dare he act like nothing’s happened?

“What is your fucking problem, you bastard?” You sneer at him as you shove his chest hard, causing him to widen his eyes at your sudden action and stumble backwards before tripping over his feet and falling to the ground on his bottom, his feet on the floor with his knees bent towards the ceiling and his hands behind him to stabilize himself. His legs are spread out slightly and he winces at the sudden impact.

If your mind wasn’t so flooded with anger right now, you would think that Gojo looks rather hot on the ground staring up at you with a flushed face and widened eyes.

Shit, he didn’t mean for you to get this pissed off. He was planning to ask you to come over to his house later or something. Usually you just ignore him and walk off quietly, he didn’t expect this at all. Why are you getting mad? Haven’t you gotten the hint that he bullies you cause he likes you?

You step a foot down awfully near his crotch and he flinches, staring at it with a red face but you don’t notice. You see his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he swallows harshly. He looks back up at you but quickly looks away when he sees you staring at him so intensely and you’re surprised just how easily he shut up from a simple shove to the ground. Maybe he’s more simple than you thought.

You see his chest rise up and down quickly. The silence is thick and heavy in the air with the sound of his breathing and your own heart beating rapidly in your chest the only noises you hear. The way he refuses to look at you, how red he is, and the way his legs slightly tremble gives you the wrong idea.

Does… seeing you towering over him and staring down at him turn him on somehow? No way, you think.

But when your eyes trail down from his still flushed face down his body and to the place between his spread legs, your idea is confirmed.

“Who said you could get fucking hard right now?” Gojo flinches and his eyes widen, quickly looking down at the rather large bulge in his pants. He tries to cover it with his hands but you quickly kick them away, resulting in his legs spreading even further apart.

Good thing that you’re at one of the more secluded and quiet areas of the school and that not many students nor teachers have classes here.

It’s odd. It’s really odd. How although he could easily get up and run away or even shove you back and say some mean things to you again, he’s not. He’s not doing any of that, just sitting on the ground in front of you like he enjoys it. And a part of you is starting to enjoy the situation as well.

You suddenly remember how although there’s no one in the hallway, there are still some students and teachers in the classrooms near you guys. It seems you two haven’t been loud enough to attract their attention but you know that at any moment, someone could step out into the hallway and spot you two. Though the thought just spurs you on even more.

He hesitates before glancing up at you and swallows again before glancing back at your shoe and it gives you an idea. Without thinking, you lift your foot and press it down on his crotch. The action immediately makes Gojo let out a deep groan and cover his mouth with his hand, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. The sight makes something in your stomach stir although you are still annoyed by his past actions.

Slowly, he opens his eyes back and stares at you, his eyes more soft than before. He puts his hand down and opens his mouth to talk but you notice how he hesitates.

“C-Could we ngh do this in a classroom-“

You quickly cut him off with a scoff. “Really? Do you really think I’m gonna take pity on you after you annoyed me everyday of my college life? It’s not my fault you got hard from just a shove.” You sneer in disgust, making Gojo shiver. “Maybe I should return the favor somehow.” Gojo’s breath hitches in his throat when he sees the anger in your eyes and the way you’re glaring down at him like he’s some sort of useless piece of trash. He feels something throb in his pants.

You suddenly smirk and Gojo has to hold back a whine from the way you look so scary but so hot at the same time.

“I wonder what everyone would think if they were to see you right now, pitifully on the floor like a fucking puppy,” you spit out.

Gojo squeezes his eyes shut, not wanting to imagine the sheer shock on everyone’s faces if they were to stumble across him like this in the hallway. But oh God, the way you compare him to a puppy has his stomach fluttering and something else throbbing again.

He opens his eyes again and lets out the most pitiful whine you’ve ever heard and oh does it sound heavenly coming from someone you despise.

“Please?” You contemplate it. As much as you would rather stay in the hallway and ruin him here, you know that if you two were to be caught, you would face suspension and it would ruin your reputation even more. With a sigh and frown, you glance around and spot a dark classroom. Bingo.

You point to it and Gojo’s eyes dart to the empty room, his breathing still fast. He quickly understands it and slowly gets up from the floor.

“Go inside.” It wasn’t a statement, it was an order. He nods and he walks in, glancing behind him to make sure you’re following him inside. As you go into the room, you close the door and lock it, turning back to see Gojo already on the floor on his knees and it makes your heart quicken.

Walking up to him, you before him and immediately return your foot back on his crotch and press down. Gojo lets out a breathy curse from his lips and gasps, his hands obediently at his sides, clenching into fists tightly.

He’s embarrassed at himself for being so easy for you, already at your knees after his plan backfired on him but he’s not complaining. Not when your foot presses down harder which forces a moan out from him and makes his mind foggy. He’s close already. He tells you that and he blushes when you laugh.

“Already? How pathetic,” you tease. “And I thought I would at least get to see you naked first.” The idea of him being fully naked and you fully clothed makes him whimper and he’s quick to open his mouth to beg to get naked for you but you cut him off.

“But I don't think you deserve it after everything you’ve done. You’ll cum from my foot and without taking a piece of clothing off, understood?” He nods before he understands what you said and widens his eyes when he processes it.

“But-” “But?” You raise an eyebrow, daring him to disagree which shuts him right up. You smile and grind your shoe back down on his bulge. “Good, now go on. I know you’re just aching to get some friction, yeah?”

He nods again and doesn’t hesitate for a moment before bucking his hips up against your foot, letting out a soft cry as the pleasure shoots through his body. You keep your foot still and let him do all the work and he lets out a loud moan when a particular thrust has his precum leaking out and dampening his pants.

You feel him twitch underneath your foot and smirk in amusement. “Quiet now, it's still school time, remember?” The reminder has him whimpering, wanting to let out loud noises for you but understanding the environment. You can tell he’s close from the way he’s practically begging with those puppy eyes of his.

“P-Please?” “Please what, Gojo?” He lets out another soft cry, the pleasure being too much. His mind is so foggy from the fact that you two are in an empty classroom and can get caught at any moment and how he can’t let out loud noises like he wants and the feeling of his dick being so hard, it hurts.

And now you’re teasing him. How mean, he wants to say to you. But the chances that you get mad again and leave him here in the classroom by himself with a hard dick is too high. So he begs.

“Please let me cum? Please? I-I’ve been good-” You laugh again. He hasn’t been good at all to you but he has been good at not touching you and keeping quiet. So maybe you’ll take pity on him. Maybe.

“Hm should I?” You pretend to think and Gojo moans, his pace quickening against your foot and he nods frantically. “I don’t think I should.” The second you take your foot off him, Gojo swears he’s close to crying right then and there. His hands subconsciously dart out from his sides to reach for your ankle but your sharp glare stops him.

So instead, he whimpers as tears prickle the corner of his eyes, his dick aching for release. You smirk at the sight.

“Beg for it, Gojo. Unless you want me to leave.” He obeys yet again, almost too eagerly this time that it almost makes you laugh. Geez, knocking Gojo down his high horse is way more fun than you thought it would be.

“[Name] please? Please please please i'll be such a good boy for you i promise!” It’s cute, seeing his glossy eyes and parted lips as he pants like a puppy for you. You swear you see a glimpse of a tail behind him wagging eagerly.

“Do whatever you want to me! Just let me cum, please!” With a smile, you place your foot back on his bulge and press down hard.

He throws his head back with a whimper and he swears he sees stars as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Ah!- T-Thank you ngh” He goes back to his previous quick pace again and it’s not long till he’s close again. He squeezes his eyes shut, not trusting himself to not have them roll back and he hesitantly places his hands around your ankle to keep it there, refusing for you to pull away again. You click your tongue in disapproval but don’t say anything about it which he is grateful about.

“I’m gonna cum im gonna cum-” He babbles out as he continues to rut against your foot like a dog in heat. “Such a good boy for me, telling me that you’re close and not cuming without permission.,” you praise and you swear his hips stutters at that. A sucker for praise, it seems.

His eyes shoot open and it's clear what he’s begging for. “Go on, cum.”

And he does almost immediately. One of his hands shoots up to cover his mouth as he muffles his choked moans and whimpers and your eyes look down to see the spot where his crotch is quickly dampening as he cums.

But you don’t stop, you actually speed up. Gojo feels your foot continuing to grind down on his now damp crotch and he can barely hold on, his hand dropping from his mouth back to hastily hold onto your leg. His eyes widen and curses sputter out of his mouth in stutters.

“S-Shit wait! I’m ngh not ready-” You grab a handful of his hair and yank on it hard, forcing him to look directly at you and let out a rather loud whine. He stares at you with tears ready to fall down his face and oh does he look good like this. He’s on his knees, his hips bucking up to your foot as if he didn’t just say he’s not ready, face flushed such a pretty pink as he stares up at you like you own him. The tight grip you have on his hair has his scalp prickling in pain in such a good way that he almost begs for you to yank harder but another moan escapes him before he can.

“Come on, you were begging so nicely earlier,” you say mockingly, a feign pout on your face as you stare down at the once confident man. “Don’t you want to cum again? I think you got some more in you, yeah?”

He immediately nods and lets out a cry when you step down even harder on his clothed dick and pull on his hair harder. Shit, he’s already close again, the overstimulation getting to him and making it feel all so much better. He can barely even talk or speak full sentences anymore, only letting out mainly whines and whimpers and a few babbles here and there.

Each tug of your hand, grind of your shoe, and praise or degradation you graciously give to him has him soon crying out of pure pleasure. Tears streak down his face slowly as he gets closer to cumming again. You’re almost jealous of how pretty he still is while crying.

“Cum.” That’s all he needs to hear before his hips stutter again and he lets out a quiet sob, cumming for the second time and staining his pants even more.

His pace slows down before stopping, his breath slowing down. He slowly leans forward to lean his cheek against your leg and your breath hitches at the sight. You can feel his hot breath against your leg as he stares up at you with hooded eyes and flushed cheeks. He’s mumbling under his breath and you swear you hear “thank you’s” coming out quietly.

You can’t help but lean down slightly and run your hand through his hair, hearing a soft hum coming from him as he sighs when your hand moves down to caress his damp cheek, nuzzling against it.

The sudden sound of the school bell ringing snaps you two out of the trance. Right, you two are still at school in an empty classroom. You hear the other students rush out of the nearby classes to leave and return home and you’re glad that you two aren’t in view of the door window.

You hear a sigh coming from Gojo and you look back at him and see him smile up at you.

“I… enjoyed that,” he murmurs shyly and you can't help but smile. “You did so good for me.” He whines and blushes and you swear you feel another twitch from his crotch.

Let's just say that you two continued to meet at that spot many times after that.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[rasberry-jupiter]

Wrote this at midnight. Not even melatonin could contain the horny curse that Mok Tok put on me. Bon appetit~

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, alpha borisin!reader, sub/bottom/omega!Mok Tok, mind break, breeding, kidnapping (?), marking

Mok Tok is too feisty for his own good. He's the kind of guy who's impulsive and needs to follow someone, or something, far, far stronger than he is.

He needs a big, strong alpha to keep him in line. Needs you to show him where he truly belongs, even if he can't see it at first.

It takes a long time, and an absurd amount of patience, to break him. Mok Tok will yell, scream, howl, snarl, and try to bite you every step of the way — which is why he ends up chained in your basement, muzzled and isolated from everything. Your touch as gentle as can be, even as the omega pulls at his restraints and curses you out again.

Eventually, he's worn down. Your whispers in his sensitive, fuzzy ears — combined with miniscule suggestive touches that gradually made him desire you — eventually gave you the perfect mate.

Now, Mok Tok is your pliant omega whore, clingy and constantly craving his master's touch. He shivers when you enter the nest that he built in his little room. Piles of blankets and your used clothing, most of which ends up stained from Mok Tok's incessant humping when you're away.

You can see his thighs clamp together, feebly attempting to stop another wave of need from dripping out of his stiff cock, but it's too little, too late… you only need to brush your fingertips down his arm, and Mok Tok is whimpering like a sad puppy. Rolling over and going belly up for you — his alpha.

No matter how often you fuck him, Mok Tok always ends up tight again, gripping your dick like his insides are trying to bear hug you… but, hey, you're not about to complain about that. It only makes breeding his borussy that much more fun~

Speaking of breeding; you created an addiction. Mok Tok is desperate for your hot, alpha cum, whining so loudly for you to breed his omega pussy and let him have your pups. He'll do anything! Please, please, please cum in him — don't pull your cock out until there's so much cum in his hole that he can barely move! 🥺

While you're busy jackhammering his wet, creamy hole for the nth time, Mok Tok will shed tears of pure happiness, howling at the heavens when you fill him AGAIN, and pulling your body closer until he can barely breathe.

This little wolf is also a bit addicted to your marks. Every tiny bite or scratch is viewed as a trophy in his dumbed out, horny mess of a brain. Borisin typically view scars in a positive light, and Mok Tok is no exception. Even after you turned his brain to mush and programmed him to be your bitch, that fact didn't change.

The hickeys you cover his neck with? Treasures, all of them.

The long scratches running down his arms, sides, and back? Treasures, even though those do hurt a little…

The bite marks on Mok Tok's thighs, ankles, hands, and shoulders? Priceless treasures, every last one of 'em.

—

The moral of the story is: Mok Tok is my little wife, and I need to keep him forever~ 🩶

[rasberry-jupiter]

Thunder

Bottom!FTM Cloud Strife x Top!Male Reader

⛈️ Word Count: 1,799 ⛈️

While out on a mission, you and Cloud get caught in a sudden thunderstorm, forcing you to find shelter for the night until it stops. But after a couple days, there aren't any signs of it letting up

AFAB Language Used | I had writer's block and got bored so i decided to finally continue playing final fantasy. I stopped like 30 minutes in to write this fic at 12AM. i put down the game (temporarily! i love it) after the section 8 stuff so i'm sorry for any inaccuracies, just needed to take advantage of this burst of motivation

CW: Rape/Non-Con, Somnophilia, Power Imbalance, Frottage, Teasing, Creampie

You peek outside the window, or what was left of it, of the broken down building you're in then turn to Cloud. “Looks like we’ll have to stay the night.” Lightning strikes to reinforce your words. “Think you can handle it, pretty boy?”

“Stop treating me like a rookie.” Cloud sighs. “And stop calling me pretty boy.”

“It's hard when you look like an adorable little kitten.” You smile.

He rolls his eyes and looks around for burnable items.

“It's like watching a lion cub hunt and gather.”

“I can't wait for this night to be over.” He groans. “How about you do something useful, captain?”

“Like what, kitty?”

Cloud grips the damp piece of wood in his hand in annoyance. “Like maybe finding things to keep the water out of here.” He tosses the wood aside.

“Sure.” You stretch.

The two of you worked together to make the old building livable for the night and went to sleep thinking it’d be over by morning.

Cloud wakes up to the loud sound of thunder and sighs. He sees you leaning against the wall. “It's still raining.”

“It sure is.” You chuckle. “We might be here for a while, kitty. Unless you want to run out and somehow dodge all that lightning?”

The two of you are way too far from the base to even consider doing that. The job pays well but not enough for Cloud to not be annoyed with this sudden detour. “I better get a bonus for this.”

“Of course. You could get paid even more if you did me a little favor.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“About 60,000 gil plus your bonus pay.”

“What is it?” He asks, attentive.

You smirk. “Since we're gonna be stuck here for who knows how long, I think it’d be nice to do something as a…pastime of sorts.”

“Stop beating around the bush.”

You motion for him to come over. He rolls his eyes and gets up. “I know you're talented in so many ways,” You grab his wrist and pull him close to you. “And I wanna see if you're talented in this way too.”

He pushes you and steps back, his cheeks red. “Don't even think about it.”

“It was worth a shot.” You laugh.

He shakes his head and decides to explore the building more, far from you.

The sun set and the sky continued to pour. Then days passed. You rationed food and managed to find other edible things to keep yourselves alive but the situation isn't all that great for you. You're still functioning, but just by a small margin.

The two of you were able to collect rainwater to drink and help yourselves clean up. Cloud insisted on doing it upstairs so you wouldn't watch him. You promised you wouldn't but you were lying.

As time went on, it was getting harder and harder to keep it in your pants. Your mental state started to get a little wonky thanks to your body not getting all the nutrients it needs. You couldn't stop thinking about how much you wanted him, especially since it was better than thinking about food. It got to a point where you couldn't even fall asleep.

You look at Cloud’s sleeping face, studying the slight movements in his facial muscles as he dreams. The soft glow of your lamp allows you to properly see him despite the darkness. His chest slowly rises and falls. You know if you made an attempt, he’d wake up, any good soldier would. But it's getting hard to control yourself. Being in such close proximity with him is driving you mad. You hesitantly, and very softly, touch his shoulder. He doesn't react. You poke his cheek. Nothing. You pause.

You trace your finger down his chest and to his pants. You carefully unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He doesn't seem to notice you pulling them down. You take in a small breath. You're so nervous it feels like there's a hole in your chest. You remove his boxers at an agonizingly slow pace. You gulp as you start to see his pussy. Light blond tufts of hair beautifully surround his soft, pudgy cunt and his t-dick. You look at him. He's sleeping peacefully. He must be more tired than usual tonight.

You gently pull his underwear down his ankles and place it on the end of the blanket he’s laying on. You carefully spread his legs and slot yourself in between them. As you begin to free your aching hard dick, you start to feel a little bad. You tell yourself to give him a huge bonus after this. You gently rub your cock along his pussy, knowing you can definitely get off just by doing this. You don't want it to hurt, at least not too much, so you decide not to penetrate him since your luck would probably run out if you tried to prep him properly.

You bite down on your lip. The view is making you feel dizzy. Your ears drown out the sounds of the thunder storm and focus entirely on Cloud. On his soft, gentle breaths and the squelching sound of his wet pussy, aroused by your cock pressing itself against it. Your heart starts to pound louder, ruining your focus on Cloud.

You let out a breathy gasp as you begin to feel your climax approaching. Your eyes flicker over to his face, watching to make sure he's still asleep. You don't know how you’ve gotten this far but you're no longer so sure that you’ll be able to stop here. Your movements stutter as your cum splatters on his body.

“Cloud..” You whisper. His lack of reaction emboldens you to keep going. You move back and slide your middle finger inside his cunt. Squelch. It sucks it in with ease, and same with your ring finger. You slowly open him up while using your free hand to jerk yourself off. He twitches. You pause and look at him before continuing.

You eventually decide to stop and finally get to the good part. You gently lift Cloud’s legs and position the tip of your cock in front of his entrance. You take your time easing into him while constantly checking if he's awake.

Once you're finally fully inside, you take a couple minutes to take everything in. You're in serious disbelief but way too horny to be concerned about it. You know that, at this point, if he wakes up, you’ll be able to overpower him.

You slowly thrust into him, happily indulging in the wonders of Cloud Strife’s pussy. You gently caress his t-dick, smiling when you start to hear him whimper. “You feel so good, Cloud– ‘s like you were made for me, to tempt me..” You murmur, gradually picking up the pace. “I didn't think it’d be so easy…”

“Maybe you're not even asleep. No properly trained soldier would sleep through something like this…I wonder if you're enjoying this. Getting off on me assaulting you in your sleep like a slut.” You notice his cheeks starting to turn red. A chill runs down your spine as you start to get a feeling your assumption is correct. “You like this, Cloud? Letting yourself get taken advantage of? Does it feel good getting treated like a cocksleeve?”

He whimpers, his cunt squeezing you.

“I know you're awake. Answer me.”

His eyes flutter open, his face flushed and deliciously seductive. “It– it feels good-!” He moans.

“Good boy.” You grin. You never would've thought Cloud would be into something like this. You roughly pound into him. He cries out in pleasure, feeling his orgasm approaching. “‘M gonna come inside and you're gonna take it like the good kitty you are.”

“Ye- yes–!” He shuts his eyes, squirting on your dick. His mouth hangs open as the aftershocks hit him. He smiles dreamily as he feels your cum flow inside of him.

You stop and catch your breath. “Did you reject me hoping this would happen?”

Cloud nods softly. “I didn't think it would…but I wanted it to.”

…..........

He pushes you and steps back. “Don't even think about it.”

“It was worth a shot.”

He shakes his head and decides to explore the building more, far from you.

Cloud climbed the semi-intact stairs and explored the second floor of the building. There wasn't anything noteworthy inside but it did give him much needed privacy. No room to lay down but he didn't need to anyway.

He walked behind a wall to hide himself in case you decided to follow him, and unbuckled his pants. He stuck his hand down them and gently caressed his t-dick. He always knew you were attracted to him, it wasn't like you were hiding it, and he pretended that he hated it. He loves your pet names and the lustful way you look at his body. Part of him hoped that one day, you’d just force yourself on him and claim him like a prize. He didn't think it'd ever happen but he never got tired of fantasizing about it. He hoped he'd have some sort of opportunity for you to finally make your move.

He'd imagine you cornering him in the locker room showers and covering his mouth to make sure no one finds out.

Cloud sneakily rubs his sensitive nipples against the cold wall tiles as you enter him. “Shh, this is what you get for being such a tease.” You spank him, your cock forcefully entering his pussy. Cloud shivers at the sounds of your heavy breathing. He can tell how aroused you are and how much you love his body. He rolls his eyes back as you stretch him wide open, his own heavy breaths making him feel lightheaded.

Or he’d imagine you giving him an ultimatum and forcing him to submit to you in exchange for keeping his job.

Cloud fakes a look of disgust as he stares at your rock hard cock. He looks up at you then back at your length, hesitating before enveloping it in his mouth. “There you go, Cloud, finally doing what I hired you for.” You praise him. He shudders at the thought, his pussy throbbing with need. “This is what you should be doing, not out on the battlefield but here, pleasing me.”

He looks up at you, trying to look angry. You smirk and push his head down, forcing him to shift his focus back.

His latest fantasy was about being trapped together. He hoped that something would happen to keep the two of you together for a long time. And he’d tease you even more to frustrate you. Then you’d finally do it.

He didn't think that exact scenario would actually play out.