#dubcon warning

[pawberri]

Uhh drone hypno but make it toxic workplace yaoi

[swanlitte]

I wanted to try to censor these for posting here but I want to see if I can get away with it as is first lmoa

[hawnks]

Something something desperately keeping the fact that you're an omega from your closest alpha rival, knowing that the second they find out they will not hesitate to use it against you.

[innocently-straped-wings]

Sukuna x fem!reader

Minors do not interact [!]

Warnings: 18+, smut, rough sex, fingering, dub con, slapping, praise kink, disrespectful.

All credits of the art to it's owner

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You see Yuji eat another Sukuna's finger. Two in a day was definitely what he should be having, much less within 5 minutes. Surprisingly Sukuna did not come out. You had heard yuji's team mate asking you to stick by him but you had just started in jujitsu high and even on this low threat mission you were feeling a wrong feeling in your gut. Somewhere you also wanted to meet Sukuna for all the hype.

How did you end up finding 2 sukuna's fingers on a mission for beginners. "Should we let Gojo sensei know?" You ask tenderly.

Yuji chimes in his light tone waving his hand, "no need, we got this."

You nod but there is an odd gut feeling you have. After some while you are done with the mission and head back to jujitsu high. You could swear you heard Gojo giving Yuji a lecture for being reckless. After all his inspections were done he promised to drop you home so you waited back. He swore he was fine but you could notice something different with him. It is dark already and you head to the locker room to get all your stuff hoping Yuji will be here soon.

"Maybe I should grab his stuff from the boy's locker as well," you are practically talking to yourself at this point.

You head into the dark locker room and there is a sudden massive cursed energy surge you sense in there. Eyes wide you turn around and run for the door when you hear that deep voice.

"DOMAIN EXPANSION"

You could scream but who would hear? Fighting was the only option.

You drop all your stuff to the ground and grab your weapon. You can see the dark temple and Sukuna sitting there with his robe dropping down his shoulder. He looks at you with a cocky smile, "it's alright. You wanted to meet me right. Come here I won't bite."

"I doubt that," you retort as you launch and attack on him but he is too fast.

He has disappeared and left you wondering. You sense him and quickly turn around but in split second he grabbed your hands and split them apart pulling you close. You saw blood and other two of his veiny arms curl around your curves.

"Let go!" You struggle, "Yuji, wake up!"

Your futile cries are only answered by Sukuna's laughter. He closes the distance, " don't act like you don't want this woman. You have been anticipating me enough."

You look away as you can't even move back because of his strong hold on you. In an instance he turns your head and you remember he has 4 arms. That smile on his face so evil you want to run away. You could feel his lust growing. Without any thought he kisses you. There is tenderness as he moves his lips against you and you go out of air to breath.

"That should work for you," Sukuna leans in to lick at your earlobe, "you humans always need to be turned on. Not that I prefer but let me give you some grace for your patience."

He breathes in the valley of your neck and you are about to loose it.

You never imagined the king of curses would be this tender but then the reality of his obsession of eating women and children comes back to you and you push him away. "Get away from me. You are disgusting."

Sukuna stares at you before he grins wide. "You could have had it gentle women."

You don't know what he means but soon realise as your vision flips. Now lying on the floor with you hands behind your back and chest pressed against the ground. You grunt but he is quick with his hands till you are left with nothing but your inners. You are about to scream when he puts two of his fingers in your mouth until they are touching the back of your throat. "Shush for me now and take it like a good girls." He bends as his lips trace your back.

The shiver from that cold touch has you flinch while he starts to finger your mouth.

The sudden gags are evident as your eyes threaten to roll back. Two of his hands lift your hips up and you feel his free hand travel down in the middle of your legs.

This was not what you were hoping for when you were anticipating meeting with him today.

Maybe not like this.

His fingers slips over your clit as he presses against it. You suck in a sharp breath only to gag more. He rolls his fingers around your sensitive throbbing spot while his boner is obviously against you ass. His two hands move from your waist to your breasts as he fondles with them. He truly was promising to make a mess out of you at this point.

You start to buckle your hips againt him as his fingers pick up pace.

Your tips are being played with and it was making you hot. Burning hot. So much that you have given up resistance and your focus had shifted to the build up in your stomach.

Maybe you did want to meet his like this.

After a minute he pull out his fingers from your mouth while you are busy coughing he pushes them soaking wet into your pussy.

"Hng" you let out a controlled moan. As he works your insides.

This foreplay was the most he must have ever done for anyone. But he was enjoying your moans and how everytime he hit your spot your walls would react. "So fucking wet and you ate telling me you did not want this."

"No," you reply but he just removes his fingers from inside you and there is a suppressed groan of dissatisfaction that you make.

Not too long tho.

Before you could come to your senses he flips you over, "let me see your face and how much of a mess I make of that attitude you got." Before you could pick yourself up his fingers curl around your throat. You try to get out of his hold faking your resistance when you have already succumbed to your body.

Without a warning he is all the way inside you. Two of his hands holding your legs, digging his nails into it and the fourth hand caressed your abdomen where you felt the budlge from his dick inside you.

It hurt but when he pulled out and rammed into you again the squelching sound made you realise how fucked your mind will be.

"Aggghhh-"

You definitely wanted him to wreck your insides.

The blood he stopped from reaching your brain was making your thoughts sluggish you thought. He squeezed your throat tight before he picked up pace. Mindless of what you felt. The pain but oh the fucking pleasure. To just be here. No escape. Under Sukuna while he railed you into oblivion.

Mindless his hand reach for your clit and rubs it when your hands go down to stop the overstumulating feeling.

But his thrusts just kept ramming your hands away.

And then he stops. He loosens his hold on your throat and you are still dizzy. Vision fussy and you could swear you could see how cocky his smile was growing. He starts to pull out when you moan for him to stay longer. Your walls massaging his dick to wreck your insides. "What's wrong girl, want me to fuck you more?" He asked.

God your ego just had you keep quiet but he pulled a little more and you nodded.

"I can't hear you," he said as his thumb pressed on your clit and travelled down. "Beg for it and maybe I will give you more."

"Please," you say deciding you definitely wanted to meet Sukuna for this.

He slides his thumb inside while he pulls out his dick. That thick thumb was making you go crazy with need. "Is that how you talk to your master when he is rewarding you for nothing?" He pulls out his thumb before thrusting it back in and hitting the right spot. "You are ungrateful," he mentions.

You have nothing to say. Probably your ego was bigger.

He could sense almost anything in you mind and he grabs your throat choaking you. You are like a fish outside water and struggling to loose his hold.

SLAP!

Right across your face. He loosens his hold and you suck in a long breath. Vision cloudy. He tightens his hold again and you start to scratch at his hand and another Slap graces your cheek. The third time you do not resist. How could you? You hear him laugh and praise you, "good girl. Must be feeling the heat between your legs. Make yourself come for me before you pass out now. Go ahead start you have less time."

You definitely did. You could feel the air supply starting to slow down and your body wanted to convulse.

In a rush you reach for your clit and start circling aggressively.

This was disrespectful however you wanted him to do worse at this point. It had already turned you on so much. You would let him clean his shoe on your face. You are so close to passing out before your body shivers and he let's you breath.

The weird heat at your core just make you pulse while you are left coughing and gasping.

"Now thank me," he teaches you the right way.

You are breathing heavy with no thought of what have you become in seconds under the king of curses. You look him in his eyes before you speak, "thank you Master."

"Good girl," he hovers over you with both hos arms by your side and mouth at inch distance, "now what are you thankful for? Tell me in detail for me how much you liked it all."

You are still breathing through it all when you reply, "thank you for fucking me Master my pussy was aching for you. Thank you for choaking me and slapping me. I needed to be disciplined please teach me more. Thank you for letting me come. Please use me to cum Master. As many times as you want. Even if I pass out fuck me till you are satisfied." You speard your legs under him. He can't hold back his grin.

"Good girl," Sukuna is nothing but pleased, "you can have your full reward now."

"Thank you Master," you say with twinkle in your eyes.

The eyes that soon rolled in the back of your head as you took Sukuna over and over again. You absolutely loved being chocked by him and absolutely loved it when he manhandled you to turn around. He had already cum inside you and God your ass still went up in air ready of more.

Sukuna pinned your head while his two hands pulled you back by your arms.

Mind blank you just let yourself be yanked on his dick. Your insides were stuffed with him and your wetness. He already made you come enough that you were sleepy. But as long as he wanted more you speard your legs and thanked him for every disrespectful way he fucked you.

[homohaamu]

I have a Thanos/Minsu/Namgyu scenario in my head that i can't get out so here y'all go. It's under keep reading 'cause it got pretty long and i am trying to spare my mutuals from the filth.

Basically Namgyu blowing Thanos in the bathroom (as he does). Thanos is being rough with him, tugging his hair, fucking loosely into his wet heat. Namgyu doesn't mind, loves it even, the heady smell of musk, the weight on his tongue and the way Thanos cuts off his airflow by forcing his head down. It's messy and the obscene sounds pounce around empty bathroom.

It all gets interrupted by sound of the bathroom door opening, and they still for a moment. There's shuffling of feet and light foot steps coming towards one occupied stall in the room. Hesitant voice calls out to Thanos and Namgyu outside of the stall. It's Minsu. Instead of telling Minsu to leave like a normal person Thanos opens the stall's door and pulls him inside before Minsu has time to react. Door slams back shut and Minsu gets trapped under Thano's arm, which is gripping his shoulder pulling him close to Thanos' side. Thanos laughs and says something about "My boy Minsu joining the fun"

Minsu doesn't hear him because he's finally comprehending what's happening in front of him and it's making his face heat up. Namgyu on his knees in front of them with Thanos' dick halfway down his throat. Namgyu looks up seeming just as shocked as Minsu feels. His eyes are wide making the tear tracks on his cheek that much more pronounced. His face is red and drool and precum paint his chin in slobbery mess. His eyes quickly morph from surprise to right up deadly. Minsu's terrified.

Namgyu's about to pull back, probably to give Minsu piece of his mind but instead he's forced down. The sudden intrusion makes Namgyu choke but the grip on his hair doesn't let up. Instead Thanos tells him to "behave", punctuating his point by pulling his dick out and thrusting it back in. Namgyu tries to put up some fight, pushing back against Thanos' hold on his head. The thought of Minsu seeing him on his knees gagging on cock like some two-bit whore makes humiliation and anger burn in his belly something fierce. But fighting against Thanos is like fighting against coming of a tide. Impossible. If he really wanted to he could just brandish his teeth and be done with it but the thing is he doesn't want to stop. The heat of the anger and humiliation have traveled from the pit of his stomach to his dick and he hates himself little bit more because of it. He decides to continue on his ministrations anyway.

Through it all Thanos has pulled Minsu even closer, whispering filthy things into his ear. Of how good Namgyu's mouth feels, How easily namgyu dropped on his knees for him. Tells Minsu to keep his eyes on Namgyu. Minsu's too mortified to protest. Thanos starts planting open mouthed wet kisses against Minsu's neck and it makes goosebumps raise down Minsu's neck and back. Minsu can hear every hitch of Thanos' breath so he's acutely aware when he's close to coming. Even if he couldn't hear him, the start of erratic thrusting into Namgyu's mouth is telling enough.

Minsu closes his eyes, when he's sure Thanos is too occupied to get upset by it. It doesn’t spare him from the sounds of drawn out moans or coughing and swallowing happening at their feet. Minsu feels relived because it's finally over and he can get out of there. His pants feel tighter that they did when he came here. He doesn't want to think about it or be in this situation in the first place.

As usual Thanos ruins his plan of quick and quiet escape. The arm around his shoulder that's loosened it's hold in post orgasm bliss suddenly tightens and maneuvers Minsu's body to the front of Thanos. Minsu almost steps on Namgyu but the junkie had fortunately sat back on his haunches after blowing Thanos. Minsu's back is pressed against Thanos' front, every point of contact radiating heat. Tattooed hand settle on his his hips to keep him still, fingers finding their way under his jacket and shirt, caressing his skin in what's probably supposed to be calming.

Thanos' once again managed to take Minsu and Namgyu by surprise, but Namgyu is fast to cover the surprise on his face by steely gaze. Demanding Thanos what is he's doing, though any authority on his tone is diminished by his fucked out and hoarse voice.

AND THIS BECAME LOT LONGER THAT I INTENDED but basically Thanos makes Namgyu blow Minsu too while he's plastered against his back, controlling all the movement.

Do yall see my vision?? Honestly we need some more thanos/minsu/namgyu or even Thanos/namgyu/minsu/semi content

[gentlegaalee]

Chapter 1: pages 33-36💦

[rrrrinmaru]

it was an accident (marius x reader) (nsfw)

wc: 2.6k rating: E

Warnings: NSFW, dubcon (marius is drunk but he does not regret it in the morning), alcohol, drunk marius, blowjob, cunninglingus (pussy eating)

Note: marius does not force himself on you.

You walked in on something you weren’t supposed to see.

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The parties at NXX are always kind of tame. Vyn isn’t a fan of the loud, almost deafening music that clubs play, and Artem prefers a nice night in rather than scattered neon lights and raucous noise. Luke—you like Luke, and all, but you wonder if he’s ever been to a club. With how he flushes red at the sight of you in a two-piece swimsuit when the whole team went to the beach for a team-bonding activity, you’re worried that he won’t be able to handle the outfit you wear when you head to a club.

Or rather, the outfits that Kiki introduced you to. There is a dress code to going to a club, despite what people say. It’s an unspoken one, and there’s no pressure on anyone to follow it, but you couldn’t let yourself be underdressed next to Kiki while she dolled up for her weekend escapade. You wanted to follow the dress code. It’s such a rare opportunity to have a little fun. 

Anyways, if Luke ever saw you in heels higher than the ones you wear for work, a tight little black dress hanging from two spindly straps at your shoulders, and lips cherry red, he might... you would bet good money on the possibility of him fainting. 

The parties at NXX are tame, but the parties that you infiltrate are nothing like those. They’ve mostly been ballroom parties held by the rich upper echelons of society—the ones who have the money to engage in corrupt practices, that is—and even though they’re boring with mostly soft classical music playing in the background, they’re fun. You’re undercover, you’re gaining ground in your investigation, and no matter how the night turns out, you’ve succeeded in doing something. 

Today is one of those nights. Marius and you were dressed to the nines, spending a good few hours pretending to be incredibly invested in the daily lives led by these extravagant old money individuals. He drifted away from you for a while, speaking to the target, while you had to entertain the curious ladies asking if you were his latest paramour.

You hide a laugh behind your hand as you misdirect their questions. Marius has never had a paramour in his life. He wants to wait, he tells you, for the right one.

Vyn told you this afternoon, while you were getting dressed, that he thinks you’re the person Marius has been looking for. You’ve never put much faith in psychology, but Vyn has always been quite spot-on at predicting Marius’ actions. It amuses you that Vyn just... outed Marius, like that.

You’re feeling generous, though. It might be the champagne in the glass in your hand, it might be the delight of hearing that Marius is interested in you, it might be the ball of exhilaration unfurling in your chest when Marius glances back and meets your gaze almost instantly, his eyes lighting up when he sees you.

Tonight, you feel like a success. You’re feeling so generous that you think you might even sneak Marius a kiss, if he’s too shy to give you one as he sends you to your door.

Unfortunately—fortunately—your expectations get subverted.

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“He’s drunk,” you murmur into your comm. “I think the people there forced him to drink more than he expected to.”

“He’s drunk?” Artem’s voice is slightly distorted through the comm, but you can clearly hear the faint disbelief in his words. “They must have plied him with a substantial amount of alcohol.”

“I wouldn’t know,” you say. “I’ve been surreptitiously dumping my champagne into the flower pot the whole night. Hopefully that plant is fake, or it might start withering.”

Vyn’s chuckle is low. “An ingenious plan. Do you need any sort of assistance?”

You glance at Marius. He’s unsteady on his feet, his hand loosely wrapped around yours as you wait at the front entrance. You had to steal his phone out of his pocket and use his face to unlock it before you could inform the chauffeur to come around. 

“The chauffeur is coming in a few minutes. My only concern is...” 

“Jiejie?” Marius says, confusion threading through his voice. He sways, then takes a step closer. His head dips, low enough for his lips to skim across the back of your ear, and you breathe in sharply. The man inhales slowly, as if trying to imprint the scent of your perfume into his mind. “Is that you?”

“I’m not sure he’ll be able to climb up the stairs to his room,” you tell the others over the comm. “I’m not even sure he’ll be able to get out of the car.”

“You smell good,” Marius whispers, and you can hear Artem choke.

“I think,” you say hurriedly, making the executive decision before Marius, cute as he is, can embarrass you any further, “I should go with him to his home. I’ll spend the night on a spare couch. I don’t trust him with himself like this.”

There’s a pointed silence at the other end of the comm. You’re thankful that Luke is busy with something else tonight, because if he were to hear this, he’d surely disagree. Luke’s protectiveness is something you find quite charming, but tonight is not the night. 

At any rate, you’re quite interested in seeing Marius’ house. His room. His bed.

“Jiejie,” Marius whines, and lifts his free hand to scoop your hair away from your neck. 

Then, he proceeds to bury his face in the space between your neck and shoulder.

You stiffen. You’re wearing a strapless dress today, so the skin there is entirely exposed—Marius’ face is slightly warm from the alcohol, and his lips are soft, like dragonfly wings brushing against your collarbone. 

“I’m not taking any alternative options,” you say into your comm. “Good night, everyone.”

You decisively hang up. The car slides into the foyer, and you heave a sigh of relief. 

“Come on,” you tell Marius, one hand reaching up to gently stroke his hair. “Let’s get you in the car, okay?”

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It’s, quite frankly, an uphill battle. First, Marius clings to you like a baby koala as you try to manoeuvre to the car. Then, he insists on sitting so closely to you for the entire ride back that the chauffeur takes it upon himself to raise the partition for your... discretion. After, you have to practically wrestle him out of the car and up to his front door. 

His fingerprints unlock the lock. You fumble around for a light switch, and stand there for a moment, stunned at how large his house is. But this really isn’t the time to take the view in, because the view beside you is starting to get fidgety. His hand is wrapped around your waist, his eyes half-lidded as he stares at you, and he’s leaning so heavily on you that you’re impressed at how you’re still upright. 

Your shoes are left at the entrance in a pile. The stairs only work out because you promise him a kiss at the end if he makes it up to the second floor. Marius valiantly scales the stairs, pulling you along, and the whole process makes you wonder if he was pretending to be drunk. You’ve never seen a drunk person climb stairs so quickly.

At the top, he turns eagerly to you.

“Jiejie,” he says, his eyes bright. “Kiss.”

You hesitate, then lean in and press your lips against his cheek. 

You pull back, and Marius blinks at you. He stands there for a moment, rooted to the spot. 

“That’s not a kiss,” he protests. 

“I can’t believe you have enough mental capacity to know that’s not a kiss,” you mutter to yourself. “I can’t show you all my cards now, can I? Bring me to your room, and I’ll give you another kiss.”

It’s like giving candy to a child. Marius gives you a lazy smile, his lips spreading languidly. He tightens the grip he has on your waist, and starts to walk. You’re almost impressed, but Marius isn’t walking in a straight line, and he almost trips over thin air.

He finally comes to a stop at a room. You throw the door open, and pull Marius in, guiding him to the bed. 

“Lie down and be good, okay?” You murmur. “I’ll give you the kiss soon.”

Before Marius can complain, you’re up and off the bed, heading towards the other door in his room that surely leads to a bathroom. You need to get the makeup off—the dress is kind of irritating but you don’t have a spare change of clothes, so you might just resign yourself to sleeping in it for the night. 

It takes you around ten minutes. You’re refreshed, as best as you can be, and you turn to leave when you catch sight of the fluffy white towels in the bathroom. There are at least four towels, which is far too many for one person’s use.

You eye the towels, then you eye the shower.

...

He’s drunk, anyways. You could just... borrow a shirt and some pants from his closet, couldn’t you?

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You open the door. Steam rushes out from behind you, and you shiver slightly at the sensation of cool air against your skin. The towel is wrapped tightly around you, and you’re about to head for the huge walk-in closet when—

“Jiejie,” a weak voice calls out, and his breath hitches suspiciously. “Ah—fuck, mmm, jiejie...”

You freeze. Slowly, slowly, you turn around.

Marius is on the bed, coat thrown to the side, dress shirt half unbuttoned, fly undone and—you swallow.

His hand is moving, his fingers a loose circle around his dripping cock, and his free hand is thrown over his eyes.

You think you should leave. You really should leave. You haven’t even kissed Marius on the lips. Vyn’s diagnosis of him being in love with you isn’t a doctor’s note you can wave around and claim as permission.

“Jiejie, your mouth,” Marius moans, and bites out a curse.

“I still owe him a kiss,” you mutter under your breath. You never said where the kiss was going to be. The alcohol bubbling through your veins makes you a little more daring.

The wetness in between your thighs makes you walk over to the bed.

His hips are jerking slightly, making these little aborted movements as he fucks up into his grip. There’s a long vein along the underside of his dick, and you want to press your thumb into it as you dip the tip of your tongue into his slit. You want to mouth at the head of his cock and watch him lose control. 

You decide to put your thoughts into action and reach out to grip his moving wrist. 

Marius jolts, the hand across his eyes flying off as he blinks furiously. He shifts, propping himself up and looking at you in confusion.

“Hello,” you say, your other hand reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “I owe you a kiss.”

You press your lips to Marius’ slick cockhead, and he lets out a loud groan as he sinks back into the bed. 

His dick is larger than you expected. Your fingertips can barely touch each other when they’re wrapped around his length, and you lap up along the sides, licking up all the precome he’s already spilled over himself. His cock jerks, the slit spurting some more precome, and you suck lightly.

“Fuck,” Marius breathes, one hand reaching to cup your cheek. “Is this—is this a dream?”

He really seems to display an absurd amount of mental capacity for someone so drunk that he can’t walk, you think. No slurred words, able to climb stairs, hard as a rock...

You choose not to answer him. Instead, you wrap your lips around the leaking head of his cock, your tongue laving along that thick vein you were eyeing earlier. 

“Ah—I, I’m going—haah—!” His breath starts to come faster. You can feel the way his muscles tighten, the way his abs start to tense. Marius’ hand against your cheek is as gentle as ever, however, and you’re feeling generous. You’ve been feeling generous a lot tonight.

You sink your mouth down, swallowing more of him. It’s a heavy weight on your tongue, hot and dripping. At one point, you accidentally scrape your teeth lightly against the side of his cock, and you hurriedly pull back, worried.

Marius groans, and you think you can see him get harder.

“Again,” he moans, jerking his hips. “Again, jiejie, again, again—”

God, you want to sit yourself on his dick. You’re so wet that you think he could slip right in; he’s so thick that it would be a tight fit, a stretch that you can feel in your soul; you imagine rubbing your pussy on his cock, the head of his dick bumping insistently against your sensitive clit—arousal surges up inside of you so sharply that you almost give in.

No. Not tonight. Tomorrow, maybe. You drag your tongue up the underside of Marius’ length, your fingers digging into the underside of his cockhead. Tomorrow, the two of you will spend the whole day in bed. Tomorrow, you’ll come as many times as you want to. You’re sure he’s a generous lover. You trust that he’ll leave you gasping for breath and weak in the knees.

Tonight, you’ll make him come so hard he forgets his name.

“You like my mouth?” You ask him in a cajoling tone. “You want my lips around you again?”

“Please,” Marius bites out, just shy of begging. “Jiejie, I need it, I, ahh, mm—”

You smile and press your lips to the head of his cock. Your lips must be slick with his precome by now. If you look in the mirror, they’ll be shiny. “Do you want to come in my mouth?”

“Fuck—” Marius gasps, and his cock twitches, precome dribbling out of his slit like a broken tap. 

You swallow him down. You do owe him that kiss, after all.

Marius groans, a low sound that goes straight to your cunt, and ropes of come explode in your mouth. 

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You wake up in a wave of heat. The towel is off, somewhere out of reach, and you twist uncomfortably under the blankets. You’re barely awake, still sliding in and out of consciousness.

It feels like your nerves are one long out of control live wire, stringing your entire body up and sparking uncontrollably. Pleasure bites at your skin, making you writhe, and you can feel the heat in your gut grow bigger and bigger. 

You spread your thighs, instinctively reaching down to rub at your clit. Just a bit, all you need is a bit more, just a few frantic rubs and—

A clever mouth envelops your sensitive bud, and sucks.

You moan, fingers tugging at the bedsheets as your back bends. The sparks rush through you, so strong that your eyes roll back, your legs jerking along the smooth sheets as you spasm. It goes on forever, a tongue lapping along your lips, dipping into your pussy, flicking at your clit, making you come so hard that it feels like that smart mouth stole all the energy out of you.

The orgasm wakes you up. You slowly come back to reality, your chest heaving as you feel a tongue cleaning you up, drinking in the liquid dripping out of your cunt. 

Your eyes drop to the sheets. The protrusion in between your spread legs. 

You weakly fling the blanket off. 

The smile that Marius gives you is smug. His lips are wet with your slick, and you can’t look at him as he leans against your thigh, pressing a kiss to—is that a bruise? On your inner thigh?

“Good morning, jiejie,” he says. “I owe you one for last night.”

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a/n: let me know if i should tag anything else/warn for anything else

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[innocently-straped-wings]

A Random Gojo thought always turns into smut

Warning: smut, dubcon, blindfold, from back, dilf... Idk what else... gojo?

Like more that I think about it the more gojo seems like a daddy fuckboi than a child trapped in an adult body (which he acts like most of the time)

I mean let's not forget the masculine arrogance filled with confidence he showed in the first ep against sukuna...

Well then the way he simply just talked like an absolute villain with that Mt.fuji (sorry can't remember his name XD)... and the way he just presented himself to the old principal... 🥵

I mean this guy would definitely dominate the fuck out of you in bed

Gojo just cornering you while you were probably trying to run away from him because you were already tired, shutting his infinity off so his can come as close to you as he can.

That broad smile childish yet eerie before he pulls you close to him and swoops you up in his arms while you struggle, "Gojo! Wait I really can't do it right now."

"Quiet Princess," Gojo just throws you on the bed as your body bounce. As you are just about to get up and leave because why not... Gojo comes to hover on top of you, sliding his hand below your waist and picking you up with just one hand while the other supports him on the bed. In one quick motion you body lifted and kept in a better position on the bed. In a place where it is easier for Gojo to access your entire body as well the bedside drawer where all his favorite toys are kept which had been used on you till you cried in his perfectly toned arms as he had comforted you.

Your hands push against him but what were you even thinking trying to overpower him. Your hands are pinned beside you head, "just sit back and enjoy it Princess, don't make me tie you up now."

You glare at him but comply because you know he will do it... and he will do that you would be so sorry because he would fuck your mind out of your body. "I don't want to toys," you speak in a low voice averting your face from him. But don't worry, Gojo heard you He always does, after all you are his sweet princess who loved to make a mess of till you couldn't even stand and would need him to carry you till the dining room.

He leans close to you planting a soft kiss on your cheek, "Don't worry I don't plan on using them right now."

A relif washes over you as he lets go of you wrists but the next moment he flips you over with you legs and pulls your hip up to get you on four. You are about to turn around when his front touches your back, an obvious boner that grinds against your ass through the fabric. By the time you are about to turn around there is darkness in front of your eyes... you didn't seem to have noticed he wasn't wearing his blindfolds today.

The man has no patience when you were here in his arms now at his mercy. He plants kisses down your spine before pulling down your joggers and positioning his rock hard dick at your entrance.

"W-wait," you try to stop him from entering you this suddenly but who knew your body better than gojo.

He knew how his princess got wet wet just by his mere touch. It was true because when he slides his cock in you are soaking wet and let out a loud moan for the sudden intrusion... but you both know you like it. "G-gojo slow- Ahhh," you whimper as his palm lands hard on your ass. You know it was already red there was no need for more.

Leaning forward Gojo wraps his fingers around your throat, tightening his hold slightly, "How many time do I have to teach you what to call?"

*Spank*

Another slap on your buttcheek makes you gasp out loud. And then another and another till you scream out a moan, "d-daddy please be gentle."

Gojo hums beside your ear, a pleasing deep voice to bless your soul and the butterflies in the pit of your abdomen. "That is more like it. Now be a good girl and don't come till daddy doesn't dump fill you up white." You simply nod but you should have known better. There is another spank and your body finches with the pleasurable pain only this man could give you, "What do you say, princess?"

Your breathy voice barely manages to say it out, "yes daddy."

Without waiting he slams inside you till his fat cock is all the way in touching your sweet spot. All the strength in your limbs evaporated as he continues to take you roughly without stopping and slamming inside you like there was no tomorrow. You let your arms go limp as you weakly put your head against the bed. However Gojo grabs your weak arms and holds them together behind your back as he uses them to pull you against him as he pushes your soul out of your body. Till you are lost and dizzy in your own moans no knowing how much can your body take any more of him. The room Is filled with noises of your bodies clapping together and his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy so hard and so fast you just can't hold it anymore, "daddy please... I want to c-"

"Shh princess, daddy hasn't allowed for you to do that," Gojo say before he hold both your arm behind in just one of his hand and reaches his hand down to your clit starting to circle his fingers.

"HAhhh... please... I can't hold it anymore."

"Hold it in princess," Gojo whispers beside your ear. This man is the epitome of sexual prowess. "If you come before I tell you to, you know what happens."

He was making it tougher and tougher but stimulating your core along with your clit while your hands could not even be freed to stop him. All you saw was black in front of your eyes as you tried everything to not come because the last time you had done it Gojo had opened his domain and drove your crazy till you were begging for his cock to be inside you.

But this was gojo and took his own pride in his skills. Not half minute later you come all over his cock as your body vibrates dude to the amount of stimulation.

This was bad and there was no escaping him now.

"Aww look who came without permission all over my cock, I guess we have no choice now... Domain expansion-"

Next day he just apologizes and takes you on a date to your favorite place 🤭

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A little BDSM post?

Working as Mafia Businessman's secretary

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